#( but doesn't drink because she dislikes the taste of most alcohol )

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

Well, her home town was built by a few greedy men

And people tell me she was descended from them

She's been playin' in the darkness ever since she was a kid

Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?

[pyfilove]

⊹⊱《 Headcanons: Edward Nashton 》⊰⊹ NSFW

Note: Riddler is missing from these headcanons for the reason that these headcanons are related to my future fanfictions where Edward's alterego does not feature. Also in the future there will be a separate collection of headcanons for Riddler.

Note 2: I don't know English well and I use a translator, so sometimes the text may not be written correctly

Warning: Smoking; alcohol; mention of suicide and thoughts of self-harm; binding; strangulation; humiliation; dominance/submission; obscene language; oral sex; masturbation; candles; hickeys; bites; licking; mentions genitals; teasing; big age difference (Y/N is 25 years old and I think she already has the right to decide whether she should date a man older than her or not); ass spanking (guys, I don't know what to call it correctly XD).

Word count: 1694

— Smoking. Edward started smoking to have a reason to talk with his colleagues. He saw them going out together to chat during their smoking break, so he tried it, but it didn't work. He got the addiction, but he didn’t get the company of his colleagues and friends.

— Favorite cigarettes. Smokes stereotypically “feminine” cigarettes. He likes the taste of such cigarettes because they are not as bitter as regular ones, and he also likes their shape.

— He’s trying to quit smoking. Before Y/N appeared, he tried to quit smoking, which in principle worked well for him, but after the girl’s arrival and the fact that she smokes, he had to resume his addiction so that he would have reasons to talk to her during a session of getting nicotine into his lungs.

—  Doesn't drink alcohol. He is afraid that with such thoughts in his head he will drink himself to death and die a miserable death.

— He doesn’t know how to cook. He will be able to prepare something for himself, give it as a gift, or cook it, but not prepare any complex dishes. It seems he simply doesn’t have the motivation to cook, and he also has other “important things” to do with cooking.

— The apartment is always a wild mess. In his words, this is a creative order, because he knows where everything is and it doesn’t bother him. But he puts important things in alphabetical order. After Y/N moved, she had to establish this order only in her room.

— He only washes dishes on weekends. After work, he didn't really want to do the dishes, and in principle he lived alone. Of course, after Y/N moved, he had to start washing dishes, even though he considered it a waste of his time.

— Doesn't like rats. He is good with animals, but after his trauma with rats he seems to dislike them. He doesn't harm the rat in any way, he's just trying to avoid them. (His words in the comic also push me to this idea)

—  He fucking loves dogs. Because of loneliness, he would like to get a dog that would love him as he is. But due to the landlord, lack of time and lack of finances to provide for the dog, he prefers to just be touched by videos with dogs.

— Has terrible eyesight. Without glasses it's like having no hands. Astigmatism has haunted him since childhood. The first time Y/N heard these words from him, she didn't believe it. But he had to show articles on Google about this disease until she was convinced of it.

— Glasses. He hates being touched, touched, or even having his hands next to his glasses. He also doesn’t like it when Y/N takes them off. After all, he feels uncomfortable without them and he feels completely naked in front of her, and also because he can’t fucking see. He allows him to take off his glasses on “holidays” so that she can enjoy his face without glasses.

— Neat appearance. Since the orphanage, he has been haunted by the neatness that was instilled in him, even though this is not the most pleasant place in the world. He takes a shower every day, irons his shirt every day, and even the smell is pleasant. The hairstyle is also neat, even if it is a little overgrown. But damn, it suits him.

— Has a large number of shower gels. There was a shortage of soap in the orphanage, and these were bars of soap, but not liquid soap. So every time in a new family, he spent the maximum on gels, shampoos and conditioners. And how they smelled to him! As an adult, he has a lot of shower gels with different scents, but prefers to spend them wisely.

— Thoughts of self-harm. He didn’t want to commit suicide, but he had thoughts of harm while being angry at himself.

— Strange. The inability to communicate with people makes him shy, and in the eyes of people, strange and incomprehensible. For the first 1-2 months, Y/N couldn't understand Edward. It seemed to her that he did not like her, until after one conversation with a cigarette in his hands, he admitted that he simply did not know which way to approach and what to say.

NSFW:

— Glasses. Sometimes he deliberately tilts his head so that his glasses slide down his nose and adjust them gracefully back. This gives Y/N goosebumps. Sometimes she looks displeased from under her glasses when a girl has done something wrong, which also causes excitement throughout her body.

— Smoking. Wow, there’s so much to do with smoking, wow. He knows about Y/N’s little fetish for smoking, so he often smokes not near an open window, but in the apartment, even unceremoniously entering a girl’s room with a cigarette in his hands and always knowing what kind of cigarette he has.her there will be a reaction.

— Rules and agreements. As adults and normal people, they had several dialogues about what they like and what they don't. What to do and what not to do. They undoubtedly have safe words and stop actions. No one forces anyone and they try to monitor the emotional and physical state of their partner during sex.

— Licking. Loves to lick the hell out of her partner's body. More than kissing and biting. I also noticed that Y/N twitches more during this process than during kissing and biting.

— Hickeys and bites. Incredibly loves to leave marks on the hips, waist and shoulders. And also the next day after marking her body, she likes to check for bruises and teeth marks. He also loves it when Y//N also bites him and leaves hickeys. Looking at himself in the mirror, he runs his hands over them and smiles, feeling the warmth in his chest from the fact that he is no longer alone and he is also loved and adored.

— Candles. Uses special candles that are sold in sex shops. He likes to dribble molten wax onto her body and then massage Y/N gently. During this procedure, the girl falls asleep, which sometimes upsets him. At this time, he wipes the remaining oil from the girl’s back with a towel and lays her down to sleep, and then goes to the bathroom to calm down my excitement.

— Oral sex. Loves Y/N's wet cracks. He loves to be between her legs, and also loves when she squeezes him between her legs. Her eyes roll back every time she grabs his hair and presses him against her wet pussy. If he were paid a buck every time he wanted to give Y/N oral pleasure, then he would probably become a billionaire.

— Oral sex 2. The first time a girl gave him a blowjob, he was in 7th heaven. Not because he had wanted it for a long time, but because he didn’t feel so disgusting and ugly. Every time Y/N herself climbs under his feet and rubs face against his penis through the fabric of his pants, he feels so desired and loved that he sometimes cries during the process.

— Masturbation. Loves to jerk off Y/N, sometimes he teases during this process. She loves it so much when she begs and whines for him to fuck her while he plays with her wet folds with his fingers.

— Nickname. Due to their slightly large age gap of 10 years (Y/N 25, a Edward in mine headcanon 35.) he likes it when she calls him daddy. He also loves it when she calls him sir and master, when Edward dominates. And he also loves it when she calls him honey, dog and favorite when the girl dominates. He also prefers to call her baby and his toy. During submission he calls her mistress.

— Dominance and submission. He loves to be in all roles, although he likes to dominate more. But he also loves it when Y/N takes the initiative, it feeds his ego. But also after dominating him, he sometimes feels empty, which is why the girl happily calms him down.

— Spanking. Sometimes he likes to punish her like this for some little pranks, first tying her hands well. He does this carefully at first, and then stops when she begins to tremble in his arms.

— Humiliation. Does not like to use humiliation during the process. After all, how can you insult a person you value and love? But despite this, during wild excitement and when he is already fucking Y/N hard, he can use dirty words and dirty sentences. At such a moment, he calls her a slut, a dirty bitch, a dirty whore who fucks with garbage and TD. He prefers that Y/N sometimes humiliates him too, at this moment he feels so insignificant that he wants to cry, and his penis begins to harden even more and twitches a little from excitement. After the end of the process, he begins to cry in the arms of Y/N, who calms him down

— Strangulation. WELL... IN ORDER... I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON. After long conversations on this topic, they came to the conclusion that the two of them liked it. Edward loves to squeeze Y/N's throat because she gets pleasure from it. And Edward himself enjoys being strangled with his own tie. At this moment, he feels like a dog on a leash, that he only has to gladly obey the owner’s instructions.

— Bondage. Shibari is one of his hobbies after he started dating Y/N. He likes how the ropes hug her body, how lewdly she lies in his hands and how she trustingly lies while he ties knots. Also prefers the classic way of tying a girl's hands. I also don’t mind being tied up, completely surrendering to Y/N’s control. Definitely likes to use his tie to tie Y/N's hands. He ties it tightly, securing it well, and ties a bow to make it seem like Y/N is his gift. Looking into your eyes and seeing primal adoration and admiration there drives him crazy every time.

[anghraine]

Ash and I have been planning a "girls' night out" for weeks, since J is out of town (and "girl" somehow doesn't feel nearly as off for me as "woman" does, even if Ash is vastly more girly than me). So we dressed up and went out and had a great time! I even ordered *drumroll* an alcoholic beverage.

I didn't grow up drinking alcohol at all, and dislike most forms of it because the taste is so strange to me, except rum and similar things. But apart from the occasional cocktail, I hardly ever went drinking as an adult either, except a little bit early in my PhD program (since virtually all social gatherings among the grad students involved drinking) or splitting cocktails with J, usually only taking a few sips because by then I was on medication that couldn't mix with alcohol.

As it happens, despite my upbringing, I have a pretty high tolerance due to the sheer power of genetics, I guess. My bio dad's family are heavy drinkers who rarely get truly drunk and my mother had an iron stomach in her vodka-loving days before she met him. So the issue was never getting drunk (I've never been more than slightly tipsy), just familiarity and medication restrictions.

But I actually haven't been able to get refills of my medication for months, which is not good but did at least remove that particular anxiety. And the place we went to had chai with spices and rum, which sounded like a truly fantastic combination. It was the first time I'd drunk anything alcoholic by myself for 4-5 years, but turned out fine. I gave Ash a sip and she thought it was good but very heavy on the rum flavor—which, yeah, but it was absolutely delicious, and I didn't get remotely tipsy or anything, so it seems my hereditary power lingers.

[solmints-messyocdiary]

"Alice"

There is nothing to say here.

Name: "Alice" Doe

Age: Late 20s. Older than she appears.

Pronouns: She/They/It

Gender: Super cute, amazing, talented bishoujo

Sexuality: Weeb (translation: she doesn't get laid)

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Birthday: February 7

Sign: Aquarius

Birthplace: [ç̸̯̜͕̱̗̾͌̌̇̇̔͗̉̎̚͘e̸̺̖͊͊͆̄̕͝ṅ̴̯̩̪͈̊͂͊̃͂̔͊́́̒́͜s̶̼͕͇̟̯̹̩͈̜̯͗͑͂̍̉̾͘͠ơ̴̡̯̦͎̹̍̈́̽̆̐̓̾̎̕̚͝r̸̝͇̗͔͙̱̲̀͐̉̌̐̈́͐͌̈́͜e̶̢̝̰͖̮̪̿͑̓̊́̍͆̒̈̑͆d̵̢̜͖̺̼̦̟̏̂́͘]

Job: Crime scene cleaner

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Personality:

Haha... she wants to be liked but left alone at the same time. She finds her personality absolutely unbearable, so she'll try to mold herself in any way you need her to be. She can try and play the part. She tries to act as this wild, lovable, and energetic gal that everyone loves. A manic dream pixie girl to be exact.

However... she is an anxiety-riddled nerd who is hyperactive and can't stay still. "Alice" always tries to crack jokes, sometimes at the most bad timings, to ease down the tension. She hates herself and tends to become extremely depressed when her mood gets bad enough and her social battery is drained. She can also be quite negative, judgemental and cruel in her head.

Being perceived is both terrifying and important for her.

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Height: 1.64 cm (5'4/5'5" feet)

Weight: It's a se-cret~ 48 kg (106 pounds)

Physical Description: A petite woman with blond-dyed hair and blue tips, her roots can be seen and are a dark brown. Greyish blue eyes with an unnerving stare and nervous smile. She has a pear-shaped body, thick thighs, and a nice butt. Her body is always littered with bandaids or bandages due to her clumsiness or how often she gets into fights. She has a scar on her mouth... she'd rather not say how she got it.

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Hobbies: surfing the web, watching 4 hours videos on niche/obscure topics, sketching, reading manga, watching anime, playing eroge/horror games, staring into the void

Favorite stories: Bibliomania, Emanon, No Longer Human, Lady K and the Sick Man, Devilman, 1984

Favorite movies: Perfect Blue, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Angel's Egg, Jennifer's Body, Girl Interrupted, American Psycho, Spirited Away, Paprika, Akira

Favorite series: Serial Experiments Lain, Ergo Proxy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, My Dress-up Darling, Gangsta, Zombieland Saga, Magical Girl Site, Sailor Moon, Black Rock Shooter, Ghost in the Shell, Saint Seiya, Elfen Lied

Favorite Videogames: Mario 64, You and Me and Her: A Lovestory (Kimi to Kanojo to Kanojo no Koi), Huniepop, Silent Hill, THE iDOLMaster, Yume Nikki, Needy Streamer Overdose, Jisatsu no Tame no 101 no Houhou, Slow Damage, Subarashiki Hibi

Music Taste: J-pop, J-rock, electronica, eurobeat, vaporwave

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Loves: solitude

Likes: junk food, Kuromi, physical media, boba tea, manga, Cogimyun, her waifus and husbandos, Dating Sim games, Super Sonico, bootleg figures, horror, deep-dives, horror indie RPGs, cows

Dislikes: boring people, people making fun of her, feeling sad... feel... ing... am I... A̷̳͗m̴̒ͅ ̸͈̐Ĩ̸̠ ̴͚̾r̶͇̔ȇ̴̘ã̴̪l̸̡̆?̸̗͝ ̷̩̈I̴̫̽ ̶̫̊a̸̰͊m̷̯̿ ̸͈͐s̵̭̈́c̴̱̈́a̴̕͜r̷̡̃e̶̦͌d̶̪̽.̷͇͝ ̷̙̒I̵̟͝t̶͍̋ ̶͎͑k̵͉̾e̷̢̿ȩ̴͑p̶̮̚s̵͉͐ ̶̦̕g̷̞̎e̶͊ͅt̶̝̂t̸̘̓ỉ̶͜n̵͉̿g̶̣͗ ̶̳̀ẃ̸̯o̵̜͋r̶̭̈́ṣ̴̄e̷̲͒.̸̯̑ ̸͈͘P̴̼̆l̶̠̈́e̷̖̒a̴̦̒s̸̭̏e̵̠͠.̸͙̀.̸̹̋.̸͇̆ ̶̝̈́p̵̟͝Ĺ̸̼E̴̼̋A̶͖̋S̷̗̈E̶̲͂ ̴̞̈́H̵̫̚Ẻ̶͈L̶̨̕P̶̪̽ ̶̟̍M̵̟͊E̸̛͔.̶̯́

Hates: solitude, herself ḥ̸̡̹̘̭̣̣̬̤͑͗͑͛̒́͗̈́͘̚ĕ̶̞̭̫̑̽̾͌̃̂̒̕̚r̵̛̲̖̙̭̜͙̳̙͚̿̾͌̓̓̀̅ş̵̛͇̜̩̲͓̪̋̌͊̈̉̄̐ȩ̷̡̠͍̥͔̞̼̣̈́ͅļ̶̛͕̱̃̉̎̈́̎͆́͝f̵̡̭̼̦̺̑̀̂̑͘̚͘̚ ̷͖̮̠͂̂͒͌̀͜͝ḧ̵̡̨̜͚͇̟͎͉͇̳̓̂̓̽̀̒ė̷͈̲͕̈́͌͗̍̎̊̕͝r̸̼͚͈̮̓̆̍̇̿́̅ş̷̫̘̰̼͖͖̄ę̸̠̤̼̪̓̒̆̈́͘̚͝l̸̨̧͖̼̰͈̅͆̀̆̃̔̐ͅf̶̙́͒̂͋̂̇̏ ̷̡̘̘͓̖̉͜h̴͓̹͓̭̤̳͚͛͜͠ͅê̵̤͓̖̘̬̭̫͓̒̓͗̈́̕ͅr̵̪͔̝͍͕͖̹̥̹̳̆̐̋͑͒͝͝s̴̫̗͙̈́ͅê̵̡̨̤̩͜l̴̥̈̽̐̾͒͗f̸̳̾̆̐̃͒

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Extra

Right-handed

"Professional" tummy ache haver

She suffers from anxiety, making her not go out at all to prevent having to interact with others

She's a social smoker but doesn't like to drink alcohol in public

She likes to burn CDs and give them to people she sees as friends. She's surprisingly good at finding songs you might like.

Women make her nervous because she is constantly comparing herself to them

Dissociates... hard. There are times when she can't determine what is real and what is fake

[loominggaia]

What fancy and decadent dishes do the Great Kingdom leaders and their families love to eat? Do they secretly eat food that’s more “plebeian” as they might say?

Good question! I think it would be tedious to go through every single character's tastes, so I'll just talk about the most notable ones.

FOLKVAR: Juvella loves traditional Folkvaran fudge bars. It's her biggest weakness. This woman tries so hard to stay in shape, attending aerobics classes every day, turning down so many junk foods at the royal feasts, keeping track of everything she eats to stay healthy...then every night, she hides in a closet while she secretly scarfs down a plate of these damn fudge bars. She's deeply ashamed and hides this behavior from Gultopp, believing he would think her weak for having so little self-control. In reality, he'd just be like "o shit u got fudge?? pass me some of those! :D"

MATUZU: Marghan has a taste for exotic cuisine, and it must be authentic! He has every meal imported from faraway lands, and he does so in the most impractical, expensive way possible. Of course he's not using his own allowance money for this, oh no...he's using Matuzan tax dollars for his cross-continental DoorDash orders, the little prick.

LAMAI: Chua hates gruju, but pretends to love it because it's synonymous with Lamaish culture. They force themselves to chug that crap at every gala to keep up appearances. Every one of their conjoined siblings has their own likes and dislikes, which makes dinner time a complicated ordeal. One sibling has an addiction to xamali and sneaks this alcoholic beverage whenever Chua isn't looking. Of course, Chua suffers the consequences of whatever their siblings consume...on more than one occasion, Chua has found themselves randomly drunk or on the verge of shitting themself because of things their siblings ate.

YERIM-MOR: Roz brews his own kombucha, believing it has all kinds of crazy health benefits. He drinks this stuff all day long and encourages his son Jaq to drink it too, but Jaq thinks it's gross and his dad is weird. Roz is also a fan of yogurt, cheese, and all things probiotic. This is a guy who tries to nurture life wherever he goes, but that's hard to do when his kingdom is such a pit of death. If he can't breathe life back into his kingdom, at least he can nurture microbial life.

ZAREEN: Qara and her husband are junk food junkies, but Qara is particularly fond of sweetpork burgers. In fact, her love of these burgers is so well known that she endorsed a Zareenite burger chain, appearing in their ads for many years. This chain quickly became the most popular fast food joint in the empire. Some would say it's unprofessional and uncouth--perhaps even unethical--for an empress to advertise such unhealthy slop to her people. But this deal scored Qara a lifetime supply of free burgers, and she regrets nothing. Her endorsement of such plebian cuisine won her points with blue collar Zareenites, convincing them that she was ~*~relatable~*~. Other people think her tastes are just as trashy as she is.

EVANGELINE: Indiga strikes me as the type of woman who eats the exact same things every day. A traditional blue breakfast, meat pie for lunch, blue dinner, and a couple cookies for dessert. Every day. For decades. She's so xenophobic, she doesn't trust any sort of foreign cuisine.

MOGDIR: Oberon has a thing for mushrooms, especially truffles. He demands only the finest specimens, no matter their cost. After snorting a long line of pink sugar off a hooker's ass, he washes it down with some silk milk tea, his favorite drink. His daughter, Winnie, is a bugs rights activist who refuses to eat any bug-based dishes. This is hard to do in a place like Mogdir Kingdom, as its traditional cuisine is based almost entirely around bugs. That's because in this culture, farming animals for meat is forbidden, but bugs are not considered animals here. Winnie is like a Mogdiri super-vegan who subsists on scrap rice and carrot mash. She won't even consume bug byproducts such as honey or silk milk.

ETIOS: Hethor loves to eat grass. She's a typical Etiosi grass snob who insists that different types of grass have completely different tastes. Other than that, she enjoys quite a bit of Folkvaran cuisine, which is shipped to her regularly by her pal Gultopp as an act of good diplomacy.

DAMIJANA: Serafeen regularly visits different Damijani restaurants and eats their food as a PR stunt. In reality, she can't stand her empire's native cuisine and much prefers Mogdiri food. Of course she can't possibly let her people know this, and they would flip their lids if they saw their god-like leader put a bug in her mouth. Most foreign cuisine is viewed as "dirty" and "uncivilized" in Damijana. Serafeen must endorse only the sterile, hyper-processed cuisine of her native land.

SEELIE: There is a cup of chocolate coffee within arm's reach of Titania at all times. It's one of the few little joys she has left in her grueling, never-ending life. She has grown sick of all flavors, having tasted them all too many times...but there's something about that chocolately coffee that never gets old to her.

UNSEELIE: Morgause enjoys pickled squid. She'll sit on her throne and eat it straight from the jar with her fingers, she doesn't give a shit. She seems to have a taste for bitter, vinegary things in general.

AQUARIA: Sovereign is infamous for eating live baby dolphins, considering them a delicacy. He insists they must be alive until the moment he bites into them for peak freshness. This makes him sound like a picky guy, but in reality he's a total glutton who will eat damn near anything you put in front of him. He'll even eat stuff he hates as long as it's convenient. Bro has a pretty bad eating disorder, to be honest...It's less about enjoying food and more about the act of consumption for him, which fits his greedy nature.

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Questions/Comments?

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[parasolyaa]

No matter how skilled the Crows are at stabby stabbing and killy killing they physically could not achieve some basic life skills because they didn't get normal teenage lives. This being said, I present to you :

Socially and generally awkward Crows headcanons

They can't drink.

Not just legally (cause I don't feel like anyone cares abt drinking age in Ketterdam), but like they suck at it.

They all except for maybe Matthias and Nina absolutely can't stand the taste of alcohol.

Kaz is good at keeping straight face while drinking and convincing himself he likes it, but after he first tried vodka he looked like a squished lemon.

Jesper likes certain kinds of alcohol, but gets drunk veeeery easily and then deals with a hangover for the next 2 days.

Inej simply dislikes it. She can drink on occasion but she doesn't bother to pretend to like it.

Wylan would feel sick after the first sip of wine.

Same with ciggaretes. They all would turn into a fucking steam train, coughing their lungs out with all the smoke.

They all have no idea about celebrities that aren't connected to the criminal stuff or government

Jesper is the only one who knows and always has the most shocked expressions when he would mention like insanely popular singer and the Crows would go like "wtf is this".

He uses this to lie to Kaz about some celebrity being a criminal boss so that Kaz would go like "now tell me all you know about this asshole Bieber and where he keeps his weapons and drugs😡😡🤬🤬".

They have the shittiest humour ever

Like fifth grader type of humour. And they are kings and queens in that humour. Like that Kaz's mum joke. Like "my ghost won't associate with your ghost"(it was hilarious actually). Like any Jesper's line.

[zacksfairest]

Lehala - ❌🔥📀

Ask me about my OCs

My darlingest girl who I cannot wait to play both in D&D and BG3 lmao

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

Hmm. Lehala has a deep sense of honor and dedication to those she loves, so if this person—whether a romantic partner or a friend—were to disrespect anyone or anything that falls into that category, she'd drop them so fast. Maybe this someone looks down on the Namda and their ~barbaric~ ways? Maybe they think the fact that her people, and her family, are of mixed races is weird?

Maybe their sense of honor just differs significantly from her own? All of these things are deal breakers for her.

Hmmm. I think that this person would either need to greatly reform themselves (thinking she and/or her people are barbaric, for instance) and atone for this in some significant way. Couldn't tell you how, because this is hypothetical, and Lehala is in my head with her arms crossed and her foot tapping. She thinks hell would freeze over before she would ever welcome anyone like that into her life to begin with, let alone let them back into her life after such a revelation.

I think this question will be interesting to think on the longer she's with the party, seeing as she's exposed to such different people and worldviews. Maybe the rigidity of her people's belief in a battle driven sense of honor, as well as the isolationism they tend to participate in, will waver just a bit for her.

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

She loves the color blue! Though this is in no small part because her skin and eyes are such lovely (let slightly different!) shades of blue. She's also partial to purple and red and black. She'd love to find leathers/armor that is this color scheme.

She definitely doesn't like to be too constricted by clothing/armor. Her current look isn't exactly modest, like Celeste's fancy garb, but it's really just because it gives her freedom of movement. Her fighting style is very much up close and personal, and even though that makes her more exposed, she feels she has more control over her body.

And besides, that's what the shield's for! Acts as both a weapon AND an armor sometimes!

Music an an interesting thing to consider. She definitely prefers music that is percussion heavy. That gets the blood pumping, harkens back to war drums.

She actually isn't much of an alcohol drinker! Any time she does partake though, it's simple stuff. And even then she won't drink much of it. Usually tastes awful and impairs her judgement. She doesn't like the idea of not being completely in control of herself.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

An interesting question. I actually pulled up her character sheet to look at her wisdom score lmao.

But I don't think it's entirely easy to do any of these things with Lehala. She is a seasoned warrior, a leader, and a potential head of an entire clan of warrior people. She needs to have a good head on her shoulders, a good intuition when it comes to people. It would genuinely take a master manipulator playing a LONG game with her to truly succeed in lying and manipulating her, I think.

I will say that she is also real real bad with trust. But this mostly stems from her being raised to mistrust outsiders than any unresolved issues from a betrayal. She is far more likely to trust a shady fellow Namdan than even the most trustworthy-seeming outsider. They hate the Namdans, after all, and see them just as bloodthirsty war mongers and barbarians. What good could come of trusting one?

So, outside of the party, she has a pretty healthy level of distrust for anyone they meet—unless the dice say otherwise, of course lmao.

I do think you could trust Lehala, though. She is not out there trying to manipulate those around her or play any mind games. What you see with her is pretty much what you get. If she doesn't like you, she'll let you know. If she does, she makes that pretty apparent too.

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Do all the questions for kal please he's my babygirl my skrunkly

oh god ok. this will get long.

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

if we're counting platonic then absolutely he's in love with jarmo and has been as long as he's known him. i think he was probably in love with syvne and wasn't too great at showing it. he took his time getting over it but they stayed friends during that time and it sort of faded naturally. and obviously he's in love with orion and is also pretty bad at expressing that but ori gets the message i think.

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

tbh the only examples of this having to be relevant in his life are his family and syvne. he and syv parted on good terms simply because she wanted kids and he didn't. he was so against it mostly because of his family and not wanting to mess his own kids up like his parents did to him. i don't think he would take syv back as long as they still fundamentally disagreed on that, but he did become a stepdad a few years later so idk. in another life i guess. as for his family, that's a matter of abuse (and apologetics thereof) so. yeah. bit of a dealbreaker. he would be willing to forgive eevi if she ever actually changed but she isn't going to.

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

he doesn't come off as affectionate unless you know what you're looking for. with his friends, affection comes in the form of hanging out and making dumbass jokes; with his family, he is Not Affectionate At All; with ori it's more in the form of like. little touches i think? he's not one to initiate Kissy Cuddly Mwah Mwah but it's more. his hand on his back, his head on his shoulder, that kind of thing. and the hanging out and the dumbass jokes.

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

liked colours: blue, grey, brown, cream disliked colours: like neons i guess liked textures: paper, smooth metal, mechanical keyboard disliked textures: many. Autistic King Under Constant Fucking Attack. liked music: just about anything disliked music: he has a bit of a complex about not liking top 40 stuff but even that's negotiable liked weather: storms, snow as long as he can still get around ok, like sunny and breezy at once so it's not too hot or too cold disliked weather: very hot sun, snow too thick for his wheelchair to handle liked animals: birds in general but especially corvids, pigeons, swallows, and just about any bird he gets to see day to day. also cats. disliked animals: bugs

🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?

meal: just a bunch of bread and cheese and cold cuts and maybe some smoked fish to pick at and combine as he pleases. snack: apples, specifically Fucking Raw Granny Smiths. reminds him of his friends <3. also bread. dessert: pastries, pies, sweet breads, that kind of thing. especially with apples or berries. drink (non alcoholic): coffee drink (alcoholic): he's an insufferable wine guy. vodka neat if he's sad.

What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?

avocado (<- he is projecting because he can't think of anything)

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

jarmo. self explanatory.

Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?

he claims eevi but tbh she's just an easier target than their parents and he's actually pretty willing to forgive her if she ever made the effort.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?

horror films (including real life horrors that happen to have been caught on film), birds, linguistics, computer science

What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

maybe doesn't bore him as such - he likes to see him having fun - but jarmo has tried to explain pro wrestling to him many times and he is completely incapable of getting it. and when ori talks about sports for that matter.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

jarmo can usually make him laugh pretty easily. if that fails, there's always stress baking. he's not an especially happy person but he's pretty funny when he wants to be. he's a very good person to complain with. speaking of which:

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

god yes. he's a cunt. he's a little jealous in his romantic relationships, which is mostly a matter of insecurity, but it comes out in a pretty bitchy way. it's fairly harmless and orion mostly finds it funny. he's also just incapable of being polite if he finds someone unpleasant/annoying/obnoxious. he's just openly mean in a way he hopes you will think is a joke. he mostly doesn't feel that bad about it, unless he goes too far and it blows up in his face. empathy isn't his strong point.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

he's pretty hard to shock after decades of brain-melting horror films. he doesn't get confused by complicated jargon or weird surreal art - he, in fact, loves that shit - but if you're deliberately making 0 sense to confuse him on purpose it will work. he's pretty easy to lie to, and if you pay him the right amount of compliments you can manipulate him pretty good. he's pretty trusting as long as you don't give him a reason not to be. he's a pretty honest person himself, maybe to a fault.

💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

he likes to think he's in control of his emotions but actually what he's doing is called "repression" and is the result of "a childhood spent being punished for having a human reaction to the things being done to him"

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

ok i'm going for 20 years ago because i don't really have as good as a grasp on kal's 30s as i do his late teens-early 20s. kal in his early 20s was peak horror freak - he was already into it via VCRs swapped between the same gaggle of edgelords at boarding school, but after he moved out and got his own computer he could finally watch Even Worse Shit with the power of online. he was only a few years fresh from his accident and his coping strategy of choice was Rotten Dot Com - plus a few things he'd picked up at school (namely drinking too much, not eating enough, and isolating himself). now at 43 he's been in and out of therapy for a very long time, he's started appreciating horror for the Art vs disturbing himself for the sake of disturbing himself, he talks to his friends and has a healthier relationship with food. he's doing way better than he was, and though he's still a mess of a man he's coping alright. he's replaced most of the self-destructive shit with stress baking, though he never quite stopped drinking. his advice to his younger self would be something along the lines of "stop doing the things you are doing". his younger self is in no place to give advice to anyone.

🍏 Does your OC have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? In what ways does your OC react to being triggered?

being in cars (after the accident - this is pretty easy to avoid since he doesn't really go anywhere), being talked down to (he doesn't really call it a trigger and more thinks of it as something he's just sensitive about, but it is absolutely a leftover from his upbringing), diet culture shit (he had a bit of an eating disorder in his teens - he's mostly over it by this point but it can flare up if it's given a reason to)

🥝 What does a bad mental health day look like for your OC? Walk us through it with them. What kind of things can help them out of this slump and what kinds of things comfort them when they start to feel like this?

he'll usually just stay in bed the whole time. he works freelance and from home so he can get away with it quite easy. jarmo's usually the one to give him a shake - he'll put him in the shower or send him to walk hedvig or just talk to him for a while. it doesn't always work but it helps.

🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!

he's overall pretty negative and prone to catastrophising. a small problem will become a big problem in his head very very quickly, but he's also a programmer first and foremost and when he needs to take a step back and Solve The Problem he will. after like an hour of going insane. his process is like little problem -> oh no -> big problem -> become the joker -> have a little drinky of water and talk to jarmo -> oh ok i just needed to do xyz -> repeat.

💚 Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC’s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be minor or major.

as a kid, his parents were emotionally and verbally abusive. they constantly compared him to his sister, who was Socially Awkward Child Prodigy autistic where he was more Having Meltdowns And Not Talking autistic. his hometown was extremely white and extremely conservative, so even when he could get away from his parents he had that shit to deal with. when he was 11 his parents sent him and his sister to boarding school in france. after several years of having to deal not only with french people but with rich french people, his mental health declined, culminating in him getting very drunk, stealing a teacher's car, and crashing it, paralysing himself from the waist down in the process. he was expelled and stuck in his parents house for several months, where they were their usual delightful selves about their son's new disability. he also spent his late teens and early twenties absolutely fucking himself in the brain with the most disturbing movies he could find.

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

it's hazy, but his earliest memory is being 5 years old in the school playground and having a chubby kid covered in scrapes a little older than him start talking his ear off. nobody really remembers his first steps but he and that same kid remember what his first words were because he was about 7 at the time. "jarmo, shush. eurasian tree sparrow." jarmo proceeded to lose his absolute shit, scaring away said eurasian tree sparrow.

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

jarmo is his bestie forever age 5 to the GRAVE bitch. also a few years ago his family started noticing how he was avoiding them, leading to a huge fight where eevi inevitably took their side. he and eevi lost touch after that. he would reconnect if she changed but she isn't going to.

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

as a little kid he probably wanted to do something with birds, and then as a teenager he wanted to make horror films. then the modern day started coming to his time capsule of a home town, he realised big directors don't come out of rural finland and he was pretty good with computers, and he ended up going into computer science. he's given up on being a director at this point, but he's also been growing disillusioned with the tech industry. some day he'll quit being a freelance software dev and start making cool indie horror games by himself, but that's a long way away right now.

🌀 Where is your OC from? Where were they born? Do they still live there, if not why did they move? If they still live in the area how has it changed since their childhood? How many places has your OC lived in and where has been their favourite?

he was born and raised in a small rural town in finland with huge class divides (that, all things considered, worked out pretty nicely for his family) and a fascism problem (that did not). jarmo and iisakki left around the same time as his accident, and when they got back in touch he jumped at the chance to leave his shit parents behind and live with his besties in helsinki. he has lived in this small town, a fancy boarding school in france, and helsinki. the only one he likes is helsinki.

💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?

baby: quiet, chill baby, except if there's noises. child: shy. bookish. doesn't start talking until he's like 7. easily overwhelmed, prone to meltdowns when he is. fights with eevi a lot. inseparable from jarmo. obsessed with birds. teen: fucking edgelord. into true crime and is weird about it. the most bulliable boy in school. has a ridiculous growth spurt that leaves him able to buy alcohol and rent fucked up movies very easily at like 14. barely on speaking terms with eevi most of the time. makes himself some pocket money selling on those fucked up movies. could've had it absolutely made if he'd branched out into selling porn but he was in it for the love of the art.

he's gotten a little more normal. he deeply regrets most of his teen edgelord phase but he stands by the horror movie black market because it was funny. he's still obsessed with birds.

🍇 Day or Night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter?

night, rain, winter

🛍️ Function or Aesthetic? Skirts or Pants? Heels or Flats?

function, both, flats

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

stars, snuggles, late nights

💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?

music, spells, cities

🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?

coffee, sweet, vegetables

🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

he has a very deep, soft voice. he laughs very quietly, from his nose or throat. he's a great singer though he doesn't think he is. when he's speaking english he tries to enunciate very clearly and hide his finnish accent, but it gets thicker if he's tired or emotional.

🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?

his usual fashion sense is practical and professional, that kind of tech-bro stylish-in-a-boring-way. all muted colours and turtlenecks. he's been trying out more feminine clothes of late - he's always had a certain gnc quois, he wears subtle makeup fairly regularly, but fully dressing the part is a different matter. he has blouses and skirts tucked away but he doesn't really have the confidence to wear them out or around people other than maybe jarmo.

💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?

kal's come to really like his wrinkles. after being so scared of ageing his whole adult life, doing his gay little patrick bateman skincare routine, he's gotten to middle age and found he actually looks quite distinguished. jarmo likes his nose. orion likes his concave little ass.

🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks?

on his upper left arm he has a tattoo of a granny smith on its branch. it's the same one jarmo and iisakki both have. they got them tattooed when they were all around 20. struggling with the adjustment from his hometown to helsinki, kalevi attempted suicide (so, yes, he has a good few scars too). after taking him to hospital jarmo and iisakki were at a loss as to what to do, so they got in the car and drove for 6 hours to the orchard they all used to steal from as children. they stole a huge crate of apples for kalevi and brought them back to him, after which kalevi made the decision to get better and booked his first therapy appointment

🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself?

he has periods of time where he considers getting his ears pierced and then he doesn't. honestly, he prefers not to stand out too much.

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[White Pineapple] - What is your muse's favorite alcoholic beverage?

[Peaches 'n Cream] - What is your muse's favorite season? Holiday?

[Ultra Watermelon] - What is an unpopular opinion your muse holds?

Monster Flavors Character Questions

[White Pineapple] - What is your muse's favorite alcoholic beverage?

Doomsday does not have a favorite alcoholic beverage. Believe it or not, she is not much of a drinker - never has been - because she dislikes the taste of alcohol. He father also was a drinker when she was a child - not exactly a drunk, and he didn't abuse her or anyone in her family, but he did stay out late drinking several nights a week and she remembers nights when he'd come home drunk and he and her mother would get to yelling at each other. Mostly it's her dislike of the taste of alcohol as to why she doesn't drink, though.

[Peaches 'n Cream] - What is your muse's favorite season? Holiday?

Autumn. She loves the changing of the leaves and the crispness of the fall air. Halloween used to be her favorite holiday, but being in the Offices has sort of stolen its appeal for her. She hasn't done much for Halloween in a long while.

[Ultra Watermelon] - What is an unpopular opinion your muse holds?

I would say that outer beauty doesn't mean much of anything. For most people she meets, outer appearances seems to mean a great deal. She sees how people seem to "fall in love" with each other at a glance, or at least lust over each other at a glance, and she just... doesn't understand it. She doesn't get those feelings for people - at least, not in 9.9/10 times she meets a person. To her, looks mean pretty much nothing. She doesn't get anything out of physical appearances, so when people won't give her a chance because they aren't physically attracted to her or because she doesn't comment on their physical traits or because she isn't sexually attracted to someone, it really hurts her. She doesn't understand it. She wants to be complimented and admired for her mind, not her body. She's been rejected and misunderstood so many times for this throughout her life that she's often left wondering if she's broken somehow.

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Character Details -- Miiro

Miiro is, in the words of all who grow to dislike him (which is quite a few people), a "sneaky, conniving bastard". He's a smart, clever man with a love of trickery and chance. He's always flexible and ever-changing, sometimes to a fault because he won't fully take into account other people's emotions when he decides to shift gears or simply let a situation play out because the unpredictability interests him. He has generally good intentions and hates to see people suffer, but, more than that, he loves seeing people overcome impossible odds, and this can, at times, cause him to refrain from interfering when he's deeply needed. Out of the "Main Hero Trio", he's also the most outwardly venomous, hiding his fangs behind a peaceful smile as he orchestrates the brutal downfall of someone that's sufficiently pissed him off. While he, personally, would never kill unless it's deemed absolutely necessary, it isn't always out of mercy, and he's liable to use the threat of death (usually via Fractal) as a means to an end without a single ounce of hesitation. All in all, despite his even temperament and general warmth at the best of times, at the worst of times he can be hell to get along with, even downright unreliable in certain situations, and he's really only found himself fully comfortable and relaxed with people like Fractal and, later on in the story, Alford who know what makes him tick and fully accept him, warts and all.

In line with his general philosophy, Miiro does not have a "safe" order, or even necessarily order the same food twice at the same place. If he's at an eatery that he frequents often, he'll only order a dish a second time if he's already tried out every other dish on the menu. He's also willing to try things that would make others wince or flinch away, such as meat from a particularly grotesque monster. On that note, he's also an incredibly daring chef, and one that likes experimenting with potentially dangerous ingredients. If there's a way to turn even the most poisonous plant into a delicious herb, he gets endless enjoyment out of trying to find it. Because of him, the tastes of the group have become ever so slightly off, as they are much more willing to eat things that look or smell bad, so long as Miiro's the one serving it up. As for actual flavors he enjoys, he prefers milder foods, with a soft spot for especially spicy things, and he doesn't really seek out sweet or salty foods if the fun of "chance" is deprived from him. Though their tastes match up, Fractal's reason for preferring mild flavors is more in that she doesn't like intense ones, turning her nose up to spicy foods flat-out, while Miiro just ~generally vibes~.

When it comes to drinks, he'll take whatever's given, and is responsible for some…truly reprehensible flavor combinations. when left to his own devices. At the very least, he'll finish off whatever he makes by himself before coming up with something new, and if he's stuck drinking water, he won't be especially bothered.

As for alcohol, he drinks fairly regularly -- not so much that he is a genuine alcoholic or otherwise risk withdrawal should he ever stop cold-turkey, but enough that he's not known to ever turn down a glass of wine or a mug of beer. If asked directly, he would assure that it's only for recreation… …but getting drunk with Miiro when he has plans for you is an absolute mistake. See, Miiro isn't interested in drinking for the warm fuzzy feeling or the taste, per se, but because his tolerance builds quite easily. He can laugh jovially, slap a person's back, and generally behave like a drunkard…then easily slip into prodding the other person to spill their secrets, or foolishly take a challenge he's constructed for them. Fractal has reported that Miiro's smiles when he starts pulling such strings to be "honestly scary".

It appears his first taste of alcohol, and his awareness of its effects on those who drink "too much", happened when he was very young...

Miiro's room is always absolutely pristine, which Fractal hates. Whereas others might see a brilliant mind keeping a tidy room and workspace, Fractal instantly recognizes it as a challenge to whoever enters, daring them to find anything "incriminating" in his carefully maintained living space. Miiro's pajamas are virtually always flowing robes, typically made out of silk, velvet, or cotton if he has to go cheap. It's a little bit of a texture thing and a little bit of just ~feeling fancy~. But he also genuinely feels restless if he doesn't feel "covered enough" at night. If he doesn't have anything suitable, he'll just sleep in his day clothes and then swap to a backup outfit in the morning. Unlike Fractal, he has more awareness of whether or not he's with the "opposite gender" for things like sleep and bathing, but he's also potentially capable of charming people into letting him stick around regardless; either way, for him, the only woman whose body he finds at all "distracting" is Fractal's, and he doesn't really bat an eye at anyone's naked or under-dressed body unless he is already harboring feelings for that person.

He is much less trusting than Fractal and it actually takes quite a lot for Miiro to stop looking at anyone with suspicion, but that's borderline impossible to tell without already being the sort of person to heavily analyze any little bit of body language or behavior. The way he inherently treats people is warm and inviting, much like Fractal if only more "appropriately" reserved. For many people in this world, he will adopt the stance of a "bystander", an "it's been fun" sort of goodbye, and can disappear from their sight essentially forever. For Fractal, however, he would murder a man with his bare hands without a second thought if it meant keeping her safe and happy. He can become similarly devoted to other people this way, but it is a highkey rarity. He's also known as an insatiable flirt, but this, too, seems to only be a game of sorts to him, and not something he genuinely takes seriously in any way, even though he claims to treasure the heart of everyone who's ever responded to his flirting -- not that he's ever taken anyone to bed. (It's too vulnerable a position for him, and something he'll only do if he feels completely devoted to that person.) If you asked him to protect others, he would, sometimes because it's the right thing to do, and sometimes just to see if he can. If you asked him to save the world, he would ask you what Fractal thinks about doing that, and then follow her example.

Miiro excels at pretending and attempting to carefully manipulate a situation, or will otherwise hold himself to a perfectly polite standard whenever requested of him. He goes out of his way to not start direct fights, despite being perfectly capable of finishing them, and he's also not above using Fractal's blunt, aggressiveness to position himself as the "good cop", so to speak, in comparison. (Something Fractal is aware of and perfectly comfortable with most of the time.) That said, the times when he is caught off-guard and forced to act on the spot are, perhaps, the moments he truly lives for, and even while he's scrambling to right himself or fix a situation, it's said he tends to struggle to contain his genuine smile…

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Hi I have this little idea that Remus does Uber driving (?) like picks up people, the basic thing (I guess), and then Sirius is pretty drunk and orders an Uber and Remus, who obvi is the driver, has no choice but to unfortunately let Sirius sleep in his house so he doesn't choke to death and then when Sirius wakes up he's like what the fuck and then he sees Remus and just goes 🥺 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 thank you !

Remus did not know how he had ended up in this situation. Well actually, he did know but the position he now found himself in was so idiotic that he refused to believe that he had somehow chosen to be here.

Here was, in fact, standing in the elevator in his apartment building with a sleeping drunk who apparently went by the name of Sirius Black in his arms.

This really was not in his job description.

The elevator doors opened and Remus stepped out, careful that the mop of black hair didn’t hit against the wall. He walked quietly to his apartment door and praised himself for the foresight of taking his keys out before he had faced the task of lifting the sleeping body from the backseat of his car. Turning the key, he opened the door and switched on the light.

Remus’ nights doing Ubers were usually long, uneventful and boring, with only the quiet music that blared from the radio and the yellow streetlights to keep Remus company, even with people in the car. Most didn’t want to talk, not that Remus minded. He preferred The Beatles to any kind of conversation that could possibly come from his customers.

Tonight had been different.

Remus had picked Sirius Black up outside one of the more expensive clubs in town. He had entered the car, wasted and laughing, already the antithesis of his usual sombre customer. His friends had hauled him in, one of whom Remus knew from a uni class; Lily Evans. She had come to the window, apologised in advance for Sirius’ behaviour and thanked Remus in advance for his patience. Remus had smiled and wished her a safe trip home, and drove on.

This part of the story was important to Remus as it meant that he had not just lifted a complete stranger from the backseat of his car and hauled him into his apartment. Sirius was a friend of a friend, which, Remus coninved himself, made a lot of a difference.

Sirius had sat in the back, singing badly to Remus’ songs and winking when he caught Remus appreciating the high cheekbones or the grey eyes or the full lips. Remus would have blushed but Sirius was so drunk he probably didn’t even know his own name, nevermind remembering Remus.

“If I weren’t so bloody plastered,” Sirius had slurred, leaning forward in his seat, “I would probably be flirting with you.”

Remus had laughed, then shook his head. “Perhaps it’s a good thing you’re drunk then. It’s important to concentrate while driving.”

When Remus received no reply, he had glanced into the rearview mirror to see Sirius curled up against the door, eyes closed and mouth open wide.

Sirius Black had just fallen asleep in the backseat of his car.

Remus really didn’t know why he hadn’t even considered just waking Sirius up. He wouldn’t be in this mess if he had but, instead, he had pulled over and texted Lily, telling her that Sirius was fast asleep and he would let him crash in his place tonight. Remus’ apartment was only five minutes away after all, and he still had forty-five minutes to drive if he was to go all the way to Sirius’ destination.

He had driven back to his own apartment and now here he was, placing Sirius gently on his couch and realising that he would be faced with either a very confused, very angry, or very scared man the next morning. Nothing much he could do about that now, Remus supposed.

He placed a blanket over the sleeping form, brushing the curls off the peaceful face, before stepping back. Moonlight spilled into the silent living room, its light casting shadows over everything but the man now fast asleep on Remus’ sofa.

Remus swallowed, wondering again what the hell he had been thinking, before turning away and walking to bed.

If he had stayed a moment longer, he might have noticed the mischevious smile that flickered over Sirius Black’s lips.

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Sirius did not know where he was, did not know how he had gotten there and did not know how his head could hurt that badly.

Drunk Sirius had landed himself on a couch in the apartment of a stranger, who seemed to be humming to himself in the kitchen, and now sober Sirius had to figure out how the fuck he had gotten there.

The only thing Sirius knew was that he hadn’t slept with his apparent kidnapper because his clothes were still very much on and he was lying on a sofa, not tangled in a bed (or on the floor, as he had found himself more times than he would care to admit).

Sirius pushed himself up and looked around, noticing the glass of water on the table beside him, accompanied by a paracetamol pill.

At least his kidnapper cared about his wellbeing, Sirius thought, downing the water and the pill before sighing as the taste of alcohol left his mouth.

“Oh. You’re awake.”

Sirius’ head spun around.

The stranger was standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of jeans and a brown cardigan, with two cups of steaming coffee held in his hands. His golden curls glowed in the morning sun and a dimple appeared on his cheek as he smiled awkwardly.

Why the fuck had drunk Sirius not slept with this guy?

“Uhhh, yeah. Yeah, I’m awake. Who are you?”

“Oh, yeah sorry. I’m Remus. I know you’re probably freaking out right now, but I can explain everything, so please, you know, don’t start screaming. Firstly, do you remember anything of last night?” The man asked, approaching slowly as if Sirius would run off at any slight movement.

Sirius racked his brain, remembering the start of the night with James and Lily, going to the club and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. From there, things were hazy but he did remember singing ‘Hey Jude’ in the back of a car, and the feeling of getting up to no good and his mischevious plans being successful.

“I remember going to the club, but not really anything else other than singing to the Beatles.”

Remus laughed a little, shaking his head and Sirius caught a glimpse of those glorious dimples again. “That would be the music in my car. You were very intent on singing along very badly.”

Sirius blushed. He really was disliking his drunk self right now. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. It was quite hilarious.”

Sirius met Remus’ amused gaze. “Would you no longer delay the suffering and inform me of what other antics I got up to last night?”

Remus proceeded to tell Sirius the story of how he had ended up on his couch, the drive there, the falling asleep, him picking him up from the club, all the while, a slow realisation dawned on Sirius.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Remus,” Sirius said, once Remus had finished speaking.

“It’s fine, honestly. Don’t worry. I’m just thankful you didn’t phone the police as soon as you woke up.”

“No, no. Not that. I’m apologising for the fact that my drunken self decided that it would be a good idea to pretend to fall asleep in the back of his good-looking Uber driver’s car in the hope that sober me would wake up in said Uber driver’s apartment.”

For a few moments, there was silence.

Sirius watched nervously as Remus simply stared at him, before a slow, bright grin began growing on the freckled face.

“You’re insane, you know that, Sirius?”

“Yes.”

Remus stepped forward and placed the mugs of coffee down. “And you really ought to not drink so much if that’s the type of thing you get up to, you know that too?”

“Yes.”

“And drunk you told me that you would be flirting with me if you were sober, is that true?”

Sirius swallowed. “Yes.”

Remus sat down on the couch. Sirius’ heart raced as Remus lifted a hand and brushed one of Sirius’ stray locks behind his ear.

“Then, would you like to go for breakfast with me this morning?” Remus murmured.

“Yes,” Sirius replied, his smile reflecting Remus’ own and his heart fluttering in his chest, as he thanked whatever gods there were that his drunken self had such good taste in men and such awful, horrendous ideas of how to get a date with these men.

Perhaps drunk Sirius wasn’t that bad after all.

[c-hristy]

Character Sheet - Margret (Hazbin Hotel)

Margret

Character Information -

True Name: Margret Magne

Nicknames:   Maggie / Sunshine (by Alastor) / Sweetpea (by Charlie) / Miss Goody Two Shoes (by Beatrice, Franklin and Angel Dust)

Likes:  Redemption / Baking / Positivity / Smiling / Pomegranates / Dancing / Protecting Her Siblings

Dislikes: Negativity / Her Wendigo / Meat / Unnecessary Tension / Being Cold / Bell Peppers

Biological Information - 

Species: Deer Demon / Wendigo

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Abilities: Wendigo Transformation / Spatial Warping / Swing Dancing / Singing

Professional Status - 

Occupation: Princess of Hell / Staff Member of Hazbin Hotel

Relationships - 

Family: Alastor (Father) / Charlie (Mother) / Beatrice (Sister) / Franklin (Brother) / Lucifer (Grandfather) / Lillith (Grandmother)

Friends: Angel Dust / Razzle and Dazzle / Vaggie / Husk / Niffty

Romantic Interests: N/A

Enemies: Valentino

Margret Magne is a hell born demon birthed to Alastor and Charlie and by line of succession, a princess of Hell. She follows much of the same mentality as her mother, believing that redemption is possible for most and hopes it will help end the overpopulation issue.

Appearance - 

Margret is a few inches taller than Charlie, about 6’4” with curly strawberry blonde hair with highlights. She has the same ears* and antlers that Alastor does as well as his nose and eye color. She has pale pink cheeks that associate her with a happy and positive personality. She usually wears a blush colored cropped sweater, a scalloped black skort, fishnet stockings and black boots with heels.

When in full Wendigo form, her antlers grow and she grows about another foot in height. Her nails extend and the irises in her eyes disappear with just the yellow sclera visible. She dislikes this form and has only gone into it once a year since the age of 12; only enough to satisfy the inner Wendigo.

Personality - 

Margret is extremely compassionate and gentle toward demons. She knows her way around Hell and fully believes most demons can be redeemed - only most since she knows Hell born demons cannot be redeemed. She’s generally persuasive and likes to keep her hands busy. Margret adopted Alastor’s belief that frowning makes her look weak, and so she tends to be always smiling.

She believes she owes a large life debt to the demons that surround her because of her upbringing and her sibling’s worrisome ways, she does her best to atone for Bea and Franklin’s sins, as well as her own. She’s prone to self doubt and always tends to overthink everything before she actually puts any plans into action.

She has OCD and her compulsions drive her mad.  Before entering any closed door, she has to twist the doorknob three times before entering and due to this, most doors in the house are left open.

Background - 

Margret was born in hell to Charlie and Alastor, the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon. She grew up seeing two extremes and drifted toward Charlie’s viewpoint of Hell. She has two siblings and loves them dearly, though they don’t share too much in common.

Relationships - 

Charlie:     Charlie is Margret’s mother.

Margret adores her mother and makes sure Charlie knows it. She’s often seen by/near Charlie and is active in the Hotel. She believes that Charlie is strong, funny and she thinks Charlie’s optimism is admirable and strives to be just like her.

Alastor:     Alastor is Margret’s father.

Margret trusts Alastor with her life. She knows he would do anything and everything necessary to keep his family safe - even if she doesn’t quite agree with the process of it.  She enjoys his jokes and loves listening to him sing - one of their main activities together is cooking, though they differ on tastes.

Beatrice:     Beatrice is Margret’s sister.

Beatrice is two years younger than Margret. When Bea was a toddler, the sisters got along well. When Bea began showing more interest in pulling pranks and leaving messes, the two’s relationship felt strained. throughout childhood, they’d bicker near constantly and the relationship didn’t get mended until Bea turned twenty one.

Franklin:     Franklin is Margret’s brother.

Franklin is seven years younger than Margret. Admittedly, she tends to keep her distance from him. Most of the time, though, they do have a good relationship. Margret is protective of him, even though he knows he doesn't need it, he lets her do as she wishes.

Angel Dust:    

Margret thinks Angel Dust is funny and admires his confidence. She does think he can be a little too much for her to handle so she can only take him in small doses.

Vaggie:

Margret and Vaggie spend a lot of time together due to the fact that they both spend most of their time around Charlie. Vaggie thinks Margret is sweet and can be a touch narcissistic - a trait that Margret inherited from Alastor. when Margret was younger, she adamantly wanted to be called ‘Maggie’ in order to be more like Vaggie.

Niffty:

Due to the fact that both of them are total neat freaks and love to cook, the two tend to spend the most time together out of everyone. Margret really enjoys being around Niffty and the one-eyed demon thinks that Margret is a good cook. The two are often together making something or cleaning some forgotten corner of the Hotel.

Razzle and Dazzle:

Razzle and Dazzle are Margret’s taste testers - she likes to experiment with baked goods and they like to eat her creations.

Lucifer:     Lucifer is Margret’s grandfather.

Margret doesn’t find herself wanting to spend much time with him. Though the relationship between Charlie and he has been mended by the time she is an adult, Margret doesn’t get a good feeling from behind around him. She will happily have a conversation with him, though the relationship he has with Franklin is the best out of the three.

Lillith:         Lillith is Margret’s grandmother.

Margret admires Lillith’s strength and femininity; they have the strongest relationship out of Charlie’s three children. The two of them do book swaps with what they can and can usually be found discussing in depth some sort of philosophy.

Vox: 

Margret isn’t fond of Vox in the slightest. She believes that the relationship he has with Beatrice isn’t healthy and she tries her best to warn Bea away, though her younger sister never listens.

Husk:

Margret sees Husk as an alcoholic uncle - he tells good war stories and usually smells like the cheap booze he drinks like water. 

Trivia:

-Jakarva originally came up with the name ‘Margret’ during a conversation about characters. She also came up with the name ‘Beatrice’ and ‘Franklin’.

-Margret means ‘pearl’.

-Margret hates meat; to the point where she will not eat dinner if there is nothing that is completely meat free.

-She is perpetually hungry, which is a Wendigo trait.

    -Margret was able to contain her Wendigo side up until the age of 12 when she snapped and consumed six demons in rapid succession. Each year since the age of 12, she has to let her Wendigo go free for around a day in order to keep herself sane; after the day she allows this, she disappears for about a week to recover herself mentally.

-Margret plays the piano, though she doesn’t do so in front of anyone since she doesn’t think it’s any good.

*We know that Alastor’s ‘ears’ are actually just hair tufts, but for the sake of our sanity, they are ears and you cannot change our minds.

((These characters are mine and @trinswhimsys , don't use without permission or anything like that, if you do use her, give us a tag))

The stories I write with her in them can be found here.