#and his clumsiness and obliviousness and inability to listen

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You’re definitely not too late! These asks are still wide open if anyone wants to send over some more! ^u^

💮 What are your oc’s best skills?

The dice have rolled a Colin! Actually this is nice, because my boy has been needing some nicer things lately!

Colin is actually really good at playing the fiddle! He’s naturally pitch perfect and comes up with songs right on the spot! Along with this, he also has an extremely good memory that often goes unnoticed due to his difficulty paying attention. If he did hear you, you can bet that what you said is coming back quoted exactly word-for-word if something comes up to contest it. And yes, this means that you don’t make promises to Colin without taking it seriously. ALSO, this means he’s really good at remembering stories he is told, and his natural charisma makes him an excellent storyteller!

🌸 Who is the most innocent of your ocs? The most guilty?

Oh. How interesting. >u>

Innocent-est would be Colin, right? Or Alixandre? Except both of them have killed someone, so no. (Pirate + Navy sailor on a military ship, remember?)

It would probably be Sheila! Sheila has gotten into her own huge amount of trouble, but her own going against the law has more often included hiding away food to give to people who need it instead of to the British, or hiding away someone close to her wrongly accused of a crime. But out of all of my characters, she still ranks highest on the ‘innocence’ scale.

If we’re talking crimes, as in by law, then Alix technically would be the most innocent, because all of the fighting he’s done has been for the law.

My guiltiest by law-breaking would likely be Dione! She’s had plenty of time to stack up a long list. There’s a good reason for why she’s on the run. Also, Dione is by far my guiltiest character when it comes to having a guilt complex, too.

🌴 If your oc could go on vacation to anywhere they’d like, where would it be?

Looks like we got George for this question! George wants to go home to have a nap.

(OKAY BUT he seriously would love to go home to Port D’Errance. Also if he could visit his mum’s homeland (Northern Ireland) and take her with him? YES. That would likely be his choice!)

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[only a little] jealous

Summary: (requested by anonymous) Could you ever be so kind and perhaps do a Peter Parker x Mutant! Reader! like a mood ring, her eyes change to the colour of her mood? Her eyes have been green all day (due to jealousy) and the avengers have been wondering why it hasn’t gone back to its normal self (which are a pretty yellow) and they finally figure it out that it’s because Peter has been getting close to Shuri

Wc: 1463

When you woke up in the morning, you stumbled to the bathroom mirror, half-awake per usual, to find that your eyes were an alarming shade of jade green. Your eyes were usually yellow, an oddly neutral color, and changed color based on your mood. Basically, your eyes were a pair of biological mood rings that you couldn’t exactly control. And today, the green in your eyes meant you were jealous. You had no idea why you would be jealous and silently ran through your emotions to make sure that your eyes were malfunctioning. Your bleary morning emotions mostly just consisted of sleepiness and hunger so you pushed aside your emotions to focus on getting ready.

You hummed a bright melody to yourself, hoping that it would cheer you up and serve as a great start to an even more amazing day. Hopefully, the strange green in your eyes would manifest into an enthusiastic orange. You headed down to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of orange juice, still humming to yourself. Natasha walked by, flashing you a small smile before she walked away, sipping her mug of coffee. As you put bread into the toaster, you heard familiar voices approaching the kitchen.

Somebody made a comment and the other person laughed. Shuri and Peter Parker walked into the kitchen, both laughing at something. You felt a flare of something in your chest as you watched them wheezing with laughter and clutching their stomachs with giant grins on their faces.

“Morning. What’re guys laughing about?” You asked, trying to seem nonchalant even though there was a layer of tenseness under your comment. You grabbed your glass of orange juice, downing a good amount of it after asking as if drinking orange would help settle your emotions.

“Oh, we’re just laughing at some tech-nerd jokes. You probably wouldn’t get it,” Shuri stated, between a couple of giggles. You watched as she opened the fridge to grab a carton of milk, feeling whatever emotion you were feeling intensify by the second. Shuri came with her older brother, T’Challa, who came to discuss some policies and boring political stuff, and the Avengers allowed them to stay at the tower while they were in America.

You knew Shuri hadn’t meant to hurt you with her comment but it still stung. You greeted Peter with a nod and he offered a small smile that made your heart flutter like a resurrected butterfly. Trying to shrug off the comment, you gulped down the last of the orange juice and took out the toast from the toaster. As you were spreading peanut butter on the toast, you listened to Peter and Shuri banter about technology and computers and suddenly realized that you were actually really jealous. You had always been Peter’s close friend and had a giant crush on him so the fact that he was joking and having a good time with Shuri.

You noted that they were now making waffles and laughing at each other’s clumsiness and took out the small pocket mirror you carried everywhere. In your reflection, your eyes were greener than before (greener than the green of the Spotify logo) and as you closed the mirror, you looked up at Peter’s oblivious expression. He didn’t seem to notice the color of your eyes and you frowned as you walked away, taking your breakfast to eat in your room.

Even though Peter didn’t notice the shift in your behavior, the Avengers did. During the mornings, you usually exercised and practiced in the gym, starting off with easy runs on the treadmill. Today, you chose to start off by beating up a punching bag, slightly frustrated with your inability to confront your emotions and embarrassed that you didn’t speak up about your feelings for Peter earlier. As you punched the punching bag, you didn’t notice Natasha observing you from her position on the treadmill and wondering why your eyes were green. You didn’t notice her even as she and Clint speculated what was up with you while they were organizing the weight rack.

After working out, you were heading back into the room when you bumped into Steve in the hallway. You muttered an apology and hurried off to your room, not having the slightest clue that Steve had seen your eyes and noted the upset tone in your voice. When you came out of your room to make lunch, you saw Peter and Shuri watching a show on the TV, laughing and making occasional snarky comments. You watched them so intensely, you almost forgot about the food you put in the microwave until Tony reminded you. You were too focused on the image of Shuri and Peter that was imprinted in your brain to notice that Tony had noted your eye color and demeanor.

Finally, when you came out to eat dinner, the Avengers decided to ask you about your behavior. You saw the note Peter left on the fridge that read “Out with Shuri to get burgers. Will be back at 8” and your frown deepened. You tried to distract yourself from your jealousy-filled thoughts by making a smoothie with strawberries. You were certain that Peter probably preferred Shuri over you and that once she left, you were never going to be able to be friends with him ever again. Sure, it was a bit of a stretch to assume that but one could never be too paranoid.

“Hey kid, are you okay? You’ve been acting really weird and your eyes haven’t changed color at all,” Tony asked, crossing his arms as he watched you make the smoothie. You dumped the cut-up chunks of strawberry into the smoothie blender and turned to Tony, offering a clearly fake smile, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“C’mon, you think we’d buy that? Clint and I saw you in the gym this morning. You were punching those punching bags like they killed your entire family,” Nat and Clint walked up next to Tony so that three people were now watching you make your smoothie. Was it too much to ask for a chance to make your smoothie without people watching you? To your dismay, Steve walked into the room too, standing next to Natasha, offering his opinion, “Something is definitely off. What’s wrong Y/n?”

“Fine, I guess I can’t hide from you guys forever. Peter and Shuri have been getting close and I’m kinda jealous because I really really like Peter but I don’t think he likes me back,” You confessed, putting the blender lid on the blender to avoid meeting the Avengers’ eyes when you confessed. There was a beat of silence before the Avengers started snickering. You turned around, crossing your arms as you asked, “What’s so funny?”

“I can’t believe you don’t think Peter likes you back! He is clearly head over heels in love with you! You need to tell him immediately. He’s been after you for the past few months and you’ve been so oblivious,” Clint chuckled and you felt heat rush up your cheeks, feeling embarrassed.

“Oh, well I guess the problem is solved,” Everybody went their way after you spoke, still giggling underneath their breath. You had no idea that Peter had feelings for you and decided that you were going to talk with him when he came back. It seemed like it took him forever to get back to the compound even though he was only gone for an hour. When he came back, you asked to speak with him in private in he didn’t hesitate to agree.

“Listen, today I’ve been jealous all day because of how close you and Shuri have been and the reason why is because I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings. Like the butterfly in your stomach feeling,” Confessing your love was a lot more awkward than you intended to be and as you blushed, you noticed that Peter’s face was turning pink as well. Peter’s mouth was slightly open as he was clearly caught off guard. Seeing his reaction, you quickly rambled, “I know it’s kind of a surprise for me to spring this on you and you probably don’t-”

“Y/n. You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I… I have a crush on you too and it’s nice that you like me back. I really like you too,” Peter stuttered bashfully and your worry was replaced by joy. You both stood across from each other for a moment before he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” You breathlessly answered and Peter kissed you, causing your senses to practically implode into an array of colors. When you finally pulled away, you didn’t have to look in the mirror to know that your eyes were a rosy pink.

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Lightning In Her Soul

Good afternoon party people! Here is part three of the Retrograde Spell story. For previous installments and all my other Ikesen works click the here for the master list! Enjoy the read!! I may or may not have been listening to some super intense music while I was typing this (o.o) so ya know...

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[YN]

You were fuming when your brother came on over the system “Way to not escalate that situation idiot. I know you’re not super good with your words but what was that?”

You huffed “I couldn’t help it. You heard them. Absolutely incredulous lot of men. You’re sure I had to go with them?”

“Yes now stop talking, someone’s coming.” you had to resist the urge to answer your brother but you managed as Ishida Mitsunari glided up behind you.

“Excuse me Karasu-san, would you allow me to show you to your room?” He was polite, always had been. If not a little confused but it was a weird situation. You gave him a smile since he was the only one that seemed to treat you with any shred of respect.

“Please. Also we’re about the same age and while I appreciate the formality, I would like it if you called me (YN).” His eyes went wide, and you noticed they were a beautiful swirl of amethyst.

“If you insist, but then please feel free to refer to me as Mitsunari.” he had a soft smile, one that made your heart flutter. I’m sure he was quite popular around here with the maids.

“Alright, thanks. Mitsunari. Now, which way to this room?”

It had been almost a month now and while you were slowly warming up to the others Mitsunari was the only one you ever really sought out for company. Every so often Mitsuhide or Masamune would drop by, but Mitsuhide was clearly still trying to figure out what your objective in staying with people you disliked so much was and Masamune wanted in your proverbial pants...so you had started avoiding being alone with them as much as possible.

You had been told to do whatever girly things you wanted so in a show of defiance you had started cleaning the halls, rearranging the flowers, dusting the rooms, doing laundry, and all other manner of household chores. Mitsunari had tried to help you several times but it was clear that for as smart as he was, he was equally as clumsy with these sorts of things. Though nothing quite compared to his general inability to make and pour tea...how had he even managed up until now.

One day you were dusting the book shelves in the library when you stumbled upon Mitsunari at a table in the back reading. You hadn’t seen him today yet, so this is where he had been? He had seated himself by a small window probably for natural light, but the sun was setting.

“How can you possibly see anything in this low light?” though you hadn’t thought you were being quiet he didn’t respond. Curious. I guess he wants me to leave him alone. Shrugging your shoulders you headed to the Main Hall feeling a little disappointed.

Dinner came and went, and you never did see him drop by to join everyone...I wonder if he’s still reading. Overhearing Hideyoshi and Masamune's conversation a few spaces down the table, you headed off on a new mission.

“This is the third dinner he’s missed this week...what are we going to do with him?” Hideyoshi commented.

“I’ve found the most effective tactic is to just take off his glasses, that usually breaks him from that spell he puts himself in.” Masamune explained

Quietly excusing yourself, you made for the library, sure enough he was still in the back cornerwhere you had left him. You weren’t even sure he had moved, if it wasn’t for the now lit candle he could easily have been mistaken for a statue.

…

[Mitsunari]

Something was very clearly wrong. I had stopped not to long ago to illuminate the space so I could continue reading but now all the characters on the page were blurring together. I looked up and my eyes focused in on (YN) holding a tray of food and my glasses. Oh.

“Is it time to eat already?”

“No, you missed dinner. I overheard something and figured you hadn’t moved all day though, so I talked the kitchen staff into letting me make you something.”

Trying not to let the surprise show too much I thanked her for the meal and started eating.

“This is very good, usually Masamune is the one that feeds me.”

She giggled and the room seemed to sparkle, I wonder why.

“Dork, you really should pay more attention to stuff like this. Weren’t you getting hungry?”

Now that I think about it, I was.

Before I knew it (YN) was bringing me food almost every time she found me in that library corner. It was something I now greatly looked forward to. I began realizing I was much less focused as the natural light in the library began to fade, I’m sure it had something to do with knowing she would be arriving soon with something delicious she had made.

I had been waiting for her for a bit now, completely unable to concentrate on the tactical book I was reading. I had already lit the candle and my stomach was audibly complaining. This was unlike her, but then again, something may have come up...she had become very diligent in running the castle after all. Making my way out of the library, leaving a note behind in the event we missed each other, I went to go look for her.

Searching for what seemed like a lifetime, only to have everyone tell me they hadn’t seen her today, which was discouraging and a little concerning. There was a knot forming in my stomach, something was not right. The sun had set hours ago and it was raining, a thunderstorm disturbing the warm summer night. I would try her room one last time, but I may need to notify the others at this rate.

As I traveled the halls to her room, a group of five or six maids scurried past soaking wet. Why had they been outside in this weather. They bowed to me, and went on there way. As they were rounding the corner I heard a snippet of their conversation, in a panic I took off for (YN)’s room.

Sure enough there was a candle lit, and it sounded like she was talking with someone. Knocking just enough to let her know I was coming in I slid the door open. She was in the middle of her room, black hair slick and dripping from the rain, water was running in rivulets down the expanse of her bare back, puddling on the tatami below her. Wait. Bare back? Oh no. My entire face went hot but I was too shocked to move. She turned her head around at my mumbling an apology, her eyes were dangerous at first, a deep orange that held me frozen in place. Something had happened. Before she turned her head away the storm lifted and friendly honey colored pools danced in the fire light.

“If you’re going to stand there, at least shut the door.”

She pulled her hair in front of her to wring it out and my eyes locked onto her back as I slid the door behind me. Covering the expanse of her pale porcelain skin was a stark black design mimicking a wing and talons. Oh I get it, Karasu means crow, that must be a family emblem. Unthinking and enchanted by the intricate lines, I moved behind her, my fingers tracing the complexities of the design, only stopping when she shuddered under my touch.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” I bowed deeply. Why had I done that? “I didn’t...I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll wait out in the hallway.”

Backing away quickly I headed straight for the door. As my hand reached the soft wooden handle she grabbed my shoulder and squeezed.

“Wait,” her eyes were darting around the room, looking at everything but me, as a soft rose color decorated her cheeks. “I could actually use the help.” flashing her very bloody arm at me.

...

[YN]

You had been out in town running errands, along the way picking up food here and there that you could use for your meal with Mitsunari tonight. He had become increasingly aware of your presence and it was getting harder and harder to sneak up on him while he was reading. Just the other day he actually caught your wrist as you made for his glasses before smiling the brightest smile you had ever seen. He had you seeing stars ever since, but he seemed so oblivious to the entire thing so you would just have to continue to swoon with the rest of the female castle staff.

Speaking of castle staff, a few of the women who worked the kitchen were over by one of the food stalls, presumably picking out ingredients for tonight's meal. You walked over to join them for the rest of the afternoon’s shopping adventure.

It was the last stall before you started getting into ‘sketchy’ territory and the sky looked like it could open up any minute. Just as you though the green color to the sky was a tad ominous you brother spoke up over the communication system. You ducked into the neares alley so you could have a quick conversation with him.

“I hate to ruin your shopping trip.”

“So don’t” you replied before he could finish. With a deep sigh, you laughed imagining the face he was making right now, he continued.

“I’m picking up a signal on the outskirts of Azuchi, I want to ask you to check it out but I’m a little concerned it’s a trap to lure you away from the castle.”

“Glad I’m not the only one…” you replied to Yuuto.

He had been right, the blip he had been picking up had been a diversion, and because of that you were now stuck out in the rain protecting a flock of kitchen maids from four QA grunts. It’s not like they were hard to manage, but with all of these people to protect you attention wasn’t exactly where you needed it to be.

The last of them lunged for one of the girls towards the back, without thinking you stepped in front blocking as best you could. A searing pain shot through your left arm as you behead the monster immediately.

“Lady (YN), are you alright!” the girls behind you screamed. One of them grabbed your now bleeding arm to examine it, sucking in a breath through your teeth to keep from yelping.

“I’m fine thank you, I’ve had much worse.” they looked horrified “See I’m not actually a princess, but shhh, Nobunaga doesn’t want anyone to know. I was raised in a Samurai family and my father thought it important for his daughters to be able to protect themselves from the evils of this world.” You came up with the most believable excuse you could on the fly hoping they would buy into it.

“Oh that makes sense! As thanks for saving us we won’t tell a sole!” They bowed deeply to you.

“Ahh, no need to be so formal, what do you say we get out of the rain before we all catch colds?” and with that you headed back to the castle.

Parting with the maids in front of your room, lighting a candle and shutting the door behind you Yuuto spoke up. “You know...you don’t do a very good job of blending in.”

“What did you want me to do...just let them get attacked.” You started working off your soaked kimono

“I mean no...but you should at least be more careful. You could have put on your armor in places not visible...you know...like on your arm...I’m not there to fix you. When you do stuff like that it makes me worry plus it would have saved you a lot of clean up.”

“I know, I know, but thanks for worrying...I’ll do better next time.” with one last response for the evening you slide the fabric past your shoulders down your back. As it stuck to your rear you heard a wrap on your door, and before you could answer you heard it slide open. Great...please don’t be Masamune…

Looking over your shoulder you saw Mitsunari, his normally opalescent amethyst eyes now clouded to reflect a dark violet, reminiscent of a byzantine tapestry. No sooner did he flush red clearly frozen in shock. Blushing would only make this worse so you calmed your now racing heart and with a hint of casual, albeit forced, indifference you asked him to at least shut the door. A soft shifting noise let you know the door had been shut, taking the opportunity to wring out your hair. Concentrated on the slight burning in your forearm when you made a fist you hadn’t noticed him creep closer until he was tracing the outlines of your tattoo, you shuddered involuntarily when he reached the sensitive part of your back right along your spine. Lightning coursing through your veins as your heart rate picked up to match the pace of the storm raging outside.

He had tried to leave the room apologising for touching you, but he had made you feel warm and you weren’t quite ready to give that up yet. Thinking of an excuse to keep him in the room with you, you grabbed his shoulder and flashed your wounded arm.

“Wait, I could use the help.”

Since that incident the idea was to just keep a low profile and discreetly fight the Quandom Army when they popped up. You had been relatively successful, minus the fan club of maids you were starting to attract, until today...when they showed up in the hallway.

You had never been delicate. Never, and you were not about to start now. There had to be about eight small fries and another exceptionally large ogre of an experiment blocking the hall.

“You guys new? Haven’t seen you around, either way...I can’t really let you past here. Private party going on inside and all.” Knowing that the six warlords were currently in the Main Hall beyond you finishing up a late night war counsel.

“Why do you insist on talking to them...you know they don’t understand you (YN)” Yuuto chimed in. You brother had been assisting you throughout these last few weeks in building plans with your sister to help you two keep history on track, plus it was nice to have someone to talk to during the day.

“I don’t know...I’m an enigma. Besides how come you only ever speak up when I’m in trouble...don’t feel like just talking.” you drew you blade, waiting for them to advance.

“Can we focus please...that last one is massive! You’re exasperating.”

…

[Mitsunari]

We had spent the back half of the war counsel after everyone else had been dismissed talking about the princess, or (YN) rather. It was clear everyone here trusted her now, even Hideyoshi couldn’t deny her efforts in the castle. Nobody out to get the lord of a palace would go to such lengths to see a hallway shine like that. Especially an enemy’s hallway.

About a week into her stay with us she had started running errands for the maids and pages when Nobunaga gave assignments, especially in dangerous parts of the city or in the evenings.

She showed no fear in dancing with Mitsuhide in a battle of wits, every so often she would surprise us with a win.

(YN) had been dropping off herbs and medicines at Ieyasu’s manor and had played a large part in assisting the injured soldiers who had returned from the field after we arrived back at the castle last week.

Masamune would sit in the kitchen’s and watch her make her own food, she had stopped humoring his flirting long ago, but he was still following her around hoping to get a taste of whatever smelled so wonderful.

I also found the little breaks she offered me by visiting while I was in the library quite wonderful. She always had food or tea with her, and she never talked too much. She had terrific people reading skills. I wanted to know more about her, I wanted to know why she had come back soaking wet and bleeding two weeks ago, I wanted to know where she came from, why did she have a sword, who was she always talking to, what had she been doing before we found her?

I found myself wishing her mind were the open pages of a book, and while they were closed off now, I wanted to figure out how to gain access to the library behind her eyes, those bright amber eyes that flickered and danced like a fire.

“Hello, anyone home?” Masamune’s hand was waving in front of my face bringing me out of my thoughts.

“I apologise what is it you were asking me?”

“You seem to be the closest to her. Do you have any idea why the kitchen maids seem to be smitten with the young princess? They fawn over her the way they do for Hideyoshi...it’s...different” Mitsuhide spoke.

He had to be talking about the maids that I saw coming back the same night (YN) was injured, but even I wasn’t sure what had gone down that evening. Without anything concrete to go off of I responded the best I could without tipping anyone off.  “I cannot fathom a reason, unfortunately.”

There was a creak followed by a loud pop and we had part of an answer, as (YN) came bursting through the paneling of the shogi door. She appeared to have been thrown across the room, slamming hard against the back wall as three creatures, ones I recognized from the night someone tried to assassinate Nobunaga, lumbered in.

Her eyes were like a prism, sparkling with flashes of vibrant oranges and yellows, like a sun-set playing out in the sky above the clouds before a storm. Paying no heed to anything else in the room. She stood with remarkable grace squaring her shoulders to the beasts, taking a strong stance sword drawn. It was clear to everyone in the room now she hadn’t lied about being well versed in warfare.

“Well guess that’s that. Yuuto, my cover has officially been blown...can I please just decimate these things?”

Yuuto? Who was she talking to. There was no verbal reply from anyone in the room but her eyes shined and a terrifying smile graced her normally sweet features.

“Fantastic.”

The air around her shuddered momentarily and as if I had blinked she was now standing before the room covered head to toe in soul swallowing black. Clad in what appeared to be lightweight armor glowing the same radiant orange as her eyes where the plates met.

Masamune was standing urging everyone back to give space, this had to be serious if even he wasn’t looking to engage. Hideyoshi turned to him “These look like the men that attacked us at Honnoji, how did you manage to defeat them that night?”

He said four words and my heart sank to my stomach, thundering in my chest. “I didn’t...she did.”

Shouting as her blade sliced through one, it disappearing in a fog of thick purples and gray. “Wasn’t me, hrk” she grunted as she perried a monsterous swing. “I was dealing with Nobunaga...it was probably my sister.”

She moved much faster than anyone I had ever seen. Racing at them, an unfamiliar, shrill hollow clang echoed through the hall as their swords continued to meet. Seeing an opening she kicked up hard connecting her foot right underneath it’s jaw, it teetered. Taking the opportunity she drove her sword forward through the center of it, and it burst into a kaleidoscope of fragments dark as the night.

A heavy silence filled the room, the only thing to hear was her heavy breathing. The floor was littered with remnants of clothing and weapons but not a single body could be seen, there was no blood except for the drops flowing from her injuries. Everything had just vanished in a blast of smoke. I would call it a fever dream if not for the five other witnesses in the room, or the fact that it seemed to fill in the last gap of the puzzle. Now it made sense why her body had been littered with small scars, presumably from old battles. These creatures were the reason she appeared to be a walking tapestry of near-misses and fights we could never dream of.

Sheathing her sword she tapped the gemstone attached to her choker. As the black armor disappeared so did her strength. She sank to her knees, closing her eyes letting her head roll back as she exhaled deeply. We made eye contact befor she offered me a bright and familiar smile.

“So who wants to go first?”

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Hoodude Voodoo

Kyle Gallner as Hoodude Voodoo  is a 2011-introduced and all-around character. He is a human-sized living voodoo doll, created by Frankie Stein to be her emergency boyfriend. She realized soon after she wasn't ready for a relationship yet and broke it off, leaving Hoodude in despair because being with Frankie was his life's purpose. After a long time, he picked himself up and found other things to enjoy about life. Romance itself still is one of his favorite topics, but a good sappy movie can accommodate that. Hoodude is the kind of person that is always willing to help and almost always looks at the bright side, to the point of hopeless naivety. He currently lives at Hoodude is a kind soul, but with a penchant for melodrama. His main concern in life is being loved by Frankie, but he pursues it passively rather than actively. As a voodoo doll, he doesn't experience physical pain and seems oblivious to it, as such harm done to him is instead felt by any monster near him or is felt by the owner of any item he is holding at the time of being harmed. Hoodude is often clumsy but is also always ready to help out, especially people he recognizes his own troubles in. Viral Monster

Abilities

Hoodude, a voodoo doll, has many biological abilities, acquired the day of his creation.

Voodoo: Like a voodoo doll, when Hoodoo is hurt, whoever is close to him or whose stuff he is holding will feel the pain for him, and suffer the respective consequences. Usually this effect creates a little spark around the zone affected, possibly a callback to his creator. He can transfer pain to others without holding their stuff, but only to males.

Pain Inability: Hoodude is unable to feel pain and is hardly ever damaged, as he has been through several deadly situations without a scratch.

Age Let's just make it easier and say I'm 15.

BFFsScarah Screams

Relationships

Family

As a simulacrum, Hoodude does not have family in the same way natural creatures have. He and his creator, Frankie Stein, do not view each other as family, though Frankie's parents do believe themselves to have responsibility for Hoodude's well-being.

For a short while, Hoodude lived with the Steins, but Frankie's parents eventually needed him out of the house for Frankie's sake. Mr. Stein arranged for Hoodude to live with Ms. Kindergrubber.[1] Kindergrubber already had another adoptee of sorts, Robecca Steam, but it is unknown how Hoodude views her.

Despite that Heath Burns is a pain-magnet and Hoodude is just the same - only he passes on pain to others near him - Hoodude and Heath hang out occasionally and are on good terms with each other. This can be seen in webisodes such as "Zom-Beach Party" and "Hoodoo That Voodoo That You Do".

Hoodude is good friends with Scarah Screams, who has a locker near his. Scarah likes Hoodude because he is a good listener, and Hoodude, being a sensitive soul, just appreciates all positive attention he gets.

Romance

Hoodude was made specifically to act as Frankie's boyfriend, and only to be so, and was incredibly scarred when he learned she did not have feelings for him, considering he had failed his sole purpose, the main cause of his miserable and gloomy personality. However, most recently, he has overcame the rejection and has become more happy and rather oblivious to anything else around him.

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Children of Another World AU Personalities

Nina: Nina finds her father’s flirtatious nature to be annoying and disgusting. He wasn’t a great father early on, due to not really wanting a child at first and the fact that he didn’t belong in that world and knew he had to leave. This caused issues as she got older and she often sees herself as a means to an end for him, just a tool to flirt, even though he grew alongside her and admits he was an idiot for acting the way he did. Despite this anger, she still holds him in high regard as both a fighter and a dancer. She did inherent Laslow’s interest in the other sex to an extreme, however, leading to her inability to speak to men/boys unless in the heat of battle. Nina’s a sell-sword who will dispatch bandits and other “low-life scum” for coin.

Midori: A doting daughter, Midori actually laughs off her father, Hinata’s, love of women and weakness to them. She uses this weakness at times to get her way, as he’s unable to tell her no. She prefers to remind him of her strength in battle over the fact that he has a daughter. Despite this, the two are extremely close. Hinata often encourages her to learn, even if he has no idea how to help her, such as with medicine, a subject that Midori wants to learn more about but has never really had the chance. The two of them find sparring to be fun.

Selkie: Selkie dislikes all things gross and enjoys grooming, much to the shock of her fellow Wolfskin. Her father, Keaton, tries to be understanding, but finds it difficult to connect with her. She knows he tries but wishes she didn’t feel so alone. She found a kindred soul in a Kitsune named Velouria.

Mitama: Mitama loves poetry and hates her role as a princess, especially as the crown princess, much to Ryoma’s annoyance and confusion. She mostly just brushes him off and hides out in her room. The only person she tries to act princess-like around is Caeldori, in part due to her dedication and desperation to become Mitama’s retainer and a Saizo, and in part due to her friendship with the other girl. Even then, it’s monotone and insincere, almost seeming like a joke to anyone else. Caeldori knows she’s trying and is grateful that Mitama would do something she hates so much just to give her hope. She’s pretty similar to her regular self.

Caeldori: Caeldori is determined to gain the title of Saizo the Sixth. She (incorrectly) assumed it was due to potential flaws and works hard to become a perfect ninja as a result. Saizo tried to tell her that wasn’t the reason while she was growing up (He does want her to earn it, he just also wanted her to have her own name at the same time), but she inherited her father’s stubbornness and refuses to listen. She wants to become Princess Mitama’s retainer, but also knows about her refusal of the role and title. She also knows that Mitama does care for her as a good friend and has decided she would protect Mitama, princess or not.

Rhajat: Rhajat still loves the dark arts, but finds her father, who both got her into the subject and taught her growing up, obnoxious, especially when he tells her to tone it down, which results in her calling him a hypocrite. She finds his somewhat childish antics annoying, but also picked up on the fact that his own childhood wasn’t the best and that he may not have had much of a time for said antics back then. While the two do fight pretty often, the always makeup, if only to remind each other that they do have a family, even if it’s a little broken at times.

Velouria: Velouria always stood out from the other Kitsune, with her droopy ears and love of all things gross and creepy, not to mention her refusal to groom as often as they all do. She’s a doting daughter with a rather protective father. Kaden knows she feels like an outcast and allows her to have the freedom to do as she pleases, while still keeping an eye on her. She found a kindred soul in a wolfskin named Selkie.

Ophelia: Ophelia is pretty clumsy, though this is mostly due to her theatrical nature. Jakob tries to curb her love for theater, but also understands that it’s partially his fault for allowing her to go to so many plays growing up. In return, Ophelia sees his more harsh nature as just tough love and is determined to become a better maid in order to make him happy. She does enjoy being a maid as well, and has exceptional aim, something she reminds others of often. She’s also oblivious to Seigbert’s protectiveness of her.