♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?
// I think Blaine has developed deeper in most aspects of his canon self but I like to keep him with the same roots. If that makes sense? It’s really important to me to capture my interpretation of canon!Blaine as much as possible. I love digging deeper into the reasons why he’s done some of the things he has. He’s vastly different from Season 2 to Season 6, yet full circle and not at the same time. I like to think the deeper I get into that brain of his, the more my gut tells me about what was going on for him to develop the way he did.
I do have AUs and stories past the series finale that get into different ways to write him and I’ve been seeing new things. So! I can’t wait to learn what comes of those and how he grows with new elements in his life. From supernatural to AHS and beyond verses. So many new things to try! I’m excited to see how he ends up! I have wonderful partners that are forever showing me new things about Blaine as we roleplay. I’m kinda blessed like that!
// There are some choices Blaine made I don’t particularly care for and sort of made little sense. Like the cheating plotline. That’s a big one. I, also, wish he would have gone back to Dalton after the first break up. I don’t like that he got so whiny at times. But I worked through my own headcanons on why those choices were made and became more comfortable with them. I wish we could have kept seeing a bit more of a sassy!Blaine more than the tapering off of it we got in the later seasons. Sure, it was still there but only in blips. I just wish we had more of it.
♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?
♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?
✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?
♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?
☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?
♢ What’s your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?
✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?
✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?
✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?
❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.
// Awwww! You are so sweet! Thank you, bb! You’re always a delight to see! I appreciate you taking the time to send this! You kind, beautiful soul. Keep being as amazing as you are!
❛ Riiight. ❜ Hands were left to rest on red and white clad hips as Kurt briefly re-examined his competition. Getting the Warbler riled up had really only been part of the fun. Much as he despised being the one to have to point out the other male’s obvious flaws to him, there was something about the way Blaine tried to keep himself composed that proved at least somewhat entertaining between every interaction. Or at least while the rest of the squad appeared to be actively watching.
❛ You must not be getting an awful lot of action at Dalton. ❜
Why was Kurt so damn determined to make his life hell? What had he done to get his attention in the first place? Obviously, Kurt had his friends who were just as high maintenance and opinionated as he was. You’d think that the Cheerio would be too busy with the drama in his own circle to even care about him long enough to start this..whatever this was. Clearly, that was not the case. Blaine cocked his head to the side as Kurt struck his pose, planting himself firmly in front of him. Which happened to be between him and the rest of the Warblers, unfortunately. Yes, he could turn and take the long way there. Yes, he could shut this down by backing off and leaving Kurt without another word. Why didn’t he then…? No. He was an idiot and kept his own ground, refusing to be thought of as weak. Again.
“That’s none of your business. But. I don’t see you here with anyone either. As a matter of fact? You’re never here with anyone other than them,” his chin ticked towards the table of girls behind Kurt. “So. If my life was as boring and actionless as you think?” His nose curled and he leaned with a sardonic smile and cupped his hand near his mouth like he was keeping a secret between the two of them. “I’m pretty sure that makes two of us..” His pulse thundered in his ears and he was dizzy with the adrenaline rush of, finally, being sucked in enough to stoop to Kurt’s level. “Doesn’t it?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So sorry that happened to you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Dude, I don’t even know what I’m thinking half the time so no idea what they were thinking. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I take back the fun sized thing. Please don’t be sad anymore… ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I kinda meant that I like you being the size you are. I like that when I give you a hug you fit right under my chin. You’re perfectly sized for Blam hugs.
( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s okay. I just had to vent to someone about the serious lack of a filter that made them think it was okay to say that. ( mssg » sam | sent ) True. You wouldn’t have any idea. I only wanted to get that question out of my system. ( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m not sad. It’s sort of impossible to talk to you for more than five minutes and be down. You know that? ( mssg » sam | sent ) ……. ( mssg » sam | sent ) If I didn’t feel better before you said that? That, definitely, did the job. I’ll let you use me as a chin rest whenever you want. Because Blam hugs are pretty epic.
MUSE AESTHETIC - SEX / ROMANCE EDITION.
bold any that apply to your muse, italicize any of your muse’s turn – ons / likes, strike any of your muse’s turn – offs / dislikes. + REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !
heterosexual. homosexual. bisexual. pansexual. asexual. demisexual. graysexual. monogamous. polyamourous. long – term relationships. casual relationships. rough.loud. growling. screaming. crying.sobbing. gentle. tender.whispers.moaning.touching others.touching self.being touched.lingering caresses.kisses.french kisses. making out. licking.nibbling.biting. scratching. hair pulling. dominance.submission. switch. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. cuddling.shower / bath sex. up against a wall. being held down. spanking. body worship. breasts. butts. legs. thighs.feet.hands. ears.love bites. innuendo. choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace. being watched. watching others. half-clothed. bared skin. teasing. indoors. outdoors.public. private. lingerie. stockings. corsets.
Mother gave him strict instructions. Never leave the house or the grounds. Never ask why. Good boys don’t question their Mother. All he needed was inside the mansion’s walls. From the endless shelves of toys and clothes she gave to him since he could remember. So many, he could never play with them all before he grew out of childish things. Substitutes for her presence because his half-brother required most, if not all, of it. From thirteen on, it was music lessons. Pianos, harpsichords, violins and a teacher to sing with because he had no one else. There weren’t any children who were allowed into the house and he wasn’t supposed to leave to find them either.
So many nevers. Never follow Dandy. Never be near Dandy. Never be alone with him, most important. Mother didn’t know sometimes Dandy would come and play. Or keep him company. Tell him stories that were terrifyingly impossible to be real even though Dandy said they were true. One strict rule. Never sing because it sounded awful. That’s what Dandy said. As long as Blaine neversang a note, Dandy was his only friend.Another never? Never go past the garden. But.. Blaine often watched the Dandy sneaking across the great lawn and disappearing into the woods. One day, he decided to not listen and followed.
He walked forever, losing track of Dandy within minutes. Completely lost, the sky was dark by the time he found it.
The Freak Show he heard rumors about from his tutors and the help that would come to see him. It was magic. Quiet. Mostly lit up with strings of lights that rattled in the breeze and glowing tents. Blaine bit his lip, thought about going back even as his feet carried him closer. The tent he stood beside a metal trailer that looked far worse for wear. His heart pounding in his chest (was this was real excitement for something new felt like?), he leaned to peak between the billowing fabric sheets. Just a glance. Just to see what was inside.. So enraptured and caught up, Blaine didn’t hear the approaching foot steps until they were right beside him. His gasp was sharp, his blood went cold as he snapped his attention towards the noise. Owlish eyes blinked at the seemingly normal guy. “I.. Hello. I’m sorry for sneaking around. I’m Blaine.. Please don’t call the police?”
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