#apple stays awake all night retracing their steps

[cometblaster2070]

i was watching the my little pony episode where they parody murder on the orient express (MMMystery On the Friendship Express hooray) and in it they also parody sherlock holmes and watson using pinkie pie and twilight and it was honestly such a funny episode.

and then it got me thinking that yk what ever after high also deserved a silly little mystery solving episode/special whatever and they should've played it with the same watson and holmes dynamic using either maddie and raven or maddie and apple because I'm not sure which one would be funnier.

and it would be even better if throughout the entire investigation, it seems like maddie's talking complete nonsense and asking irrelevant questions and generally having no idea about what she's doing BUT at the end she pulls a scooby doo and casually solves the mystery and further elaborates on the seemingly inconsequential trail of ridiculous clues she's found that helped her solve the case.

bonus points if the clues are actually completely irrelevant to the actual crime or mystery but either by sheer coincidence or maddie's innate eldritch powers they somehow manage to line up perfectly with the case and become the perfect trail of breadcrumbs to find the culprit.

i think it's also funny if there were a running gag of the narrators trying their absolute hardest to not give any hints to maddie or to not slip up and accidentally spoil the mystery, and at the end after the big reveal, they're just as horrified and shocked as everyone else after maddie reveals her logic behind how she solved the mystery because that is definitely NOT what they expected would happen.

[yakultii]

Well, just a normal question. I don't want to bother haha

What would be the most awkward moment you've had when traveling (in your country or abroad?

hahaha this is such a good question !! … god knows there’s probably been so many but at the same time I’m such an awkward person in general to the point that I feel no shame about almost anything and it would be awkward for the other person to feel awkward bc it’s too far gone/I tend to make other ppl feel comfortable being their weird awkward selves around me or so I’ve been told !! I’ve communicated w so many diff ppl even when there has been a total language barrier and I’ve found that laughter overcomes just about any barrier even ones u wouldn’t expect :,) …now if we are gonna speak about moments that I cringe at a little looking back it would probably be when I coulda had me a Swiss gf by now but my brain was hella lagging and I was talking ab my ex fml I SAW the shift in her facial expressions and it was over LOLOL actually it wasn’t over cos she planned for us to meet up again like 9 months later in my city cos she was about to go home earlier than expected and I was too mentally ill to get outta bed and said I was sick and I think she thought I didn’t like her again but anyway turns out she was going home early to be admitted in the mental hospital for the next yr so maybe we had too much in common anyways miss her love her she’s so pretty hope she’s doin better …OR maybe my first time in Bali I got completely scammed and stalked except I knew it was happening before it happened but I almost always travel on my own so I was like ehhh oh well rite of passage and let them take my money lmao idiot :,) also not an awkward moment but a kinda funny moment was in jakarta this random old guy was like can I have ur shoes for my daughter and I was like yeah sure (cos I was going home the next day and I had just bought a cheap kmart pair before leaving aus) and so I literally took em off my feet and gave them to him in the middle of nowhere LMAO. OMG actually I just remembered a kinda awkward situation one time at airlie beach I was also on my own.. I had no card on me cos it was on my phone on Apple Pay, my phone had died like permanently because I got sand and water in it on an island and even the charger wouldn’t bring it back to life and it was night and I had to check in to a hotel within like the next 30 mins before they shut their office (it was like a hotel connected to the owners house) which I needed my phone for google maps cos I had no idea where it was and needed to pay them also and also had my plane ticket to go home the next day digitally on my phone, also hadn’t eaten all day and couldn’t buy food it was a disaster and I was running up literal hills to find this hotel and asking random people on the street and almost in tears and out of breathe and I finally got there like 2 mins before closing time and I had to like convince the owners to let me stay there overnight and let me pay in the morning bc my phone was broken and they were kinda cranky about it and by some miracle my phone turned on at like 2% and wouldn’t charge anymore the next morning but I was up and awake super early like 5am bc I was so hungry so I thought I’d go get breakfast and then come back before I checked out and then on my way to breakfast I ran into the owner of the hotel and it looked like I was scamming them omg

omg this also made me think of on that same trip to Airlie beach I was literally walking for a few km back to my accomm one night cos it was on the outskirts of town and it was in the dark already and my phone had died (this was before it fully broke it was just flat or maybe I just had no reception I don’t remember) I suck at directions and can never retrace my steps and I was just vibing and I thought I had to walk through these rich ass houses and ppl were driving out for a night out so the gate had just opened so I walked right in… uhhh turns out it was like a lil gated community type vibe which was a dead end.. so I turn around and the gate is fully automated locked up behind me like the highest fence like 3X my height with all those spikes on top of it..like noone was around to ask to open it and it was pitch black and I was on my own I was like fuck I’m not getting out of here but luckily I’m literally a ninja and somehow managed to climb up over the fence with all the security cameras looking at me I was like omg I’m gonna be on the news it looked so suss hahahahagot stabbed a lil bit but mostly it was overruled by relief and I jogged the rest of the way home literally through the bush land bro it was a scary time AHAHA …but not as scary as when I was stuck 5kms out in open sand dunes in a thunder lightening storm or on the edge of a muddy cliff in a rainforest inside a mini bus as we had to use human balance to get one person out at a time before the bus slipped down lmao ..ok none of these were awkward but I had to think cos I don’t remember nothing ever im sure some much crazier shit has occurred idek what I’ve done in this life actually I’m starting to remember many things I have so many travel stories none rlly awkward tho that’s just not a concept for me :,)

[wolveria]

Crucible - Ch 2

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Tarrey Town's always full of surprises, but nothing could prepare Link for this one.

AO3

It had started with darkness swirling around the castle, his companions reacting with either fear or determination.

It ended with darkness taking the form of a giant boar, his friends dead, or worse, trapped within the beast itself.

With the Calamity defeated and the darkness banished, the kingdom freed from evil and the princess restored to herself, Link should have been happy. He’d fulfilled his destiny. His purpose. There was nothing left for him to do.

And that was the problem. There was no duty to distract him from the knowledge he’d been a little too weak and a little too late. So many lives lost and a hundred years of monsters roaming the land to butcher and slaughter even more innocents.

All because of Link. How could anyone call him the Hero after that? Yet, they did, and in droves. They celebrated his victory and the return of the princess.

It felt so hollow at times, the appreciation of the people misplaced, that he began to long for the elder Zora who had despised him. That bitter anger had been honest, genuine, and entirely justified. They were kinder to him after he calmed Vah Ruta, and that was the beginning of the end in many ways.

Five long years had passed, in which Link did all he could to aid the princess in rebuilding the kingdom. At least, for the first four years. The last year, all he did was wander Hyrule, revisiting the places he’d been and retracing his path faithfully from start to finish. He was horrified to learn others did the same, an homage of his journey. A dark pilgrimage they mimicked but couldn’t understand.

They stayed in camps and stables. They didn’t huddle for warmth, bellies empty as they tried to survive on nothing but acorns.

They didn’t cower in the darkness as monsters howled nearby. Link had scoured the land of their kind within the first year.

And they didn’t flee from the Stalkers, spotted so far away he could barely see their roving eye. The Guardians had collapsed along with their dark master, and Zelda’s team of scientists were rebuilding them.

Link wanted no part of that. He was purposeless, and so he wandered.

Zelda was worried for him, he knew, especially since their disastrous expedition several weeks earlier. Link didn’t talk about that. Didn’t want to relive the nightmare of that tomb, especially when actual nightmares plagued him every time he laid down to sleep.

So when she suggested he scout the way before the royal procession celebrating the fifth year anniversary of the defeat of the Calamity, Link knew it was busy work. He also didn’t say no.

Which brought him here. Link shaded his face with one hand, lamenting the scorching midday sun. Tarrey Town bustled around him, now a large city where before he’d help build it when it was nothing but dirt. He could hardly believe how much had changed in just five years’ time.

He moved through the crowds, watching as vendors and patrons haggled over prices, dodging to avoid the carts of fruits and vegetables as they sped by. Denizens from all over Hyrule made their home here, and it was one of Link’s favorite things about this place. Gorons stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Gerudo. Rito and Zora, who would normally never interact, were often found doing business together, haggling over their wares or exchanging gossip.

And of course, there were many Hylians. Link blended in amongst them well, unrecognizable to the average townsfolk. He’d grown taller, a late growth-spurt that had hit him just before adulthood. His hair was longer and let down during his travels, and his Champion’s uniform was gone, replaced by a dark Hylian tunic. Even the Master Sword’s scabbard and hilt were wrapped in black cloth so as not to be identified by its extremely recognizable design.

He looked very little like the boy who saved the world, and that was the point.

Link was already tiring—the nightmare hadn’t let him rest long, but then again, he never slept well—so he found a spot to sit by one of the market fountains. Zora children played in the sparkling water, splashing each other and laughing, and he watched them with a faint smile.

The smile turned into a grimace as he rubbed his right forearm. The ever-present ache was strong today, and he stared at the specialized glove he wore. Purah said it would help with the pain, but it didn’t. Link didn’t blame her. No one understood what had happened to him, least of all him, and he’d been there.

Link tried not to let the pain show. The times he had, Zelda would look so heartbroken, and he hated worrying her after everything that had happened to them both—

A splash of cold water hit him in the back. When he looked over his shoulder, the Zora children shrieked with laughter before apologizing and running away. Link’s smile returned. Despite his rough night, he was glad the goddesses hadn’t listened to his prayers. Prayers in which he’d begged the goddesses to end his cursed existence, and do it in a way that would hurt Zelda the least.

It had been a shameful thought, but some part of him wondered how long until he was granted his morbid wish—

Pain shot up his arm, and Link clenched his teeth as he clutched at the offending limb. Another jolt of pain sizzled up his nerves, and it took everything he had not to scream in agony.

He stumbled to his feet, unable to see through the crowds, his vision fuzzy and too bright. Hylia, it was bad this time, and panic rose in his chest. He half-reached for the Sheikah Slate on his hip before he remembered he’d given it to Zelda years ago, and then a third spasm ripped through his arm.

Link closed his eyes when the world spun around him. Perhaps he was getting his wish, after all.

“Stop! Thief!”

It was the only warning Link received before something shoved him hard and he was knocked off his feet. Landing on his back, the air whooshed out of him as his eyes flew open.

The person who had run him down was also in a jumbled pile on the cobblestone, their tattered cloak open and spilling several apples from within.

Link stared at the face within the hood, eyes narrowed and then widening in disbelief. His heart hammered in confused fear, but his limbs remained frozen.

The would-be thief stared back, eyes also wide, before a second shout of thief! was given from somewhere in the crowd.

That got the other Hylian up and moving, sparing a hostile look at Link before taking off at a sprint.

Link was still flat on his ass, mind reeling as he tried to understand the impossible.

The other Hylian… had his face.

“What are you doing!” someone yelled in his direction. Sure enough, an out-of-breath Hylian merchant appeared, identified by the rich clothing he wore and the indignant fury in his eyes. “You’re letting the thief escape!”

Link would have continued to stare dumbly at the merchant, but the truth of those words smacked him square between the eyes. He couldn’t let the strange Hylian get away.

But try as he might, searching through the crowds and using his rusty skills as a tracker to find which way they went, Link lost their trail with embarrassing quickness. He might have been met with failure, but for the first time in as long as he could remember, Link was wide awake. A new determination filled him, a self-appointed quest forming in his mind.

He was so focused on deciding his next steps that Link didn’t notice the pain in his arm had entirely vanished.

Next Chapter

[the--blackdahlia]

Dean Enchanted (Prompt Truth Serum/Potion)

Title: Dean Enchanted

Summary: Prompt for @badthingshappenbingo  “Truth Potion/Serum”.  Dean goes to a bar, like he always does, but this one is different.

Warnings: Hurt Sam, Hurt Dean, no happy ending

AN: This was requested by an anon. Anyone else have any requests?

Dean wasn’t sure when it happened. He had been at the bar, annoyed with Sam, but that was nothing new. He was hustling pool, talking up a cute girl, doing his thing. Hell, a couple drinks in and he even felt brave enough to do some karaoke with said cute girl. He wasn’t drunk, but he sure didn’t have a care in the world. She didn’t want to leave with him, which he didn’t really blame her. Sam was back at the motel and he knew that the chances of him kicking his dumb brother out. Instead, she leaned over and whispered something in his ear that he wouldn’t remember in the morning.

Damn, that’s where it must have went wrong.

“Dude, get up.” Sam grumbled at his brother the next day. “It’s almost noon.”

“Shut up Sam.” Dean groaned.

“Where did you even go last night?” Sam asked. “You didn’t bring anybody back.”

“I went to the bar to get away from your annoying ass.” Dean said as casual as asking Sam if he wanted hashbrowns from McDonalds for breakfast. He looked up at Sam, who was sitting on his own bed with his mouth hanging out. “I don’t know why I said that.” Sam’s mouth snapped shut and he marched his way over to the bathroom, loudly slamming the door.

Dean set up, running a hand down his face. Why had he just said that to Sam? Yeah, it was in the back in his mind, but he usually didn’t voice things like that unless they were fighting. Which they hadn’t been, Sam was just slightly annoying him.

“Sam, come on man. I totally meant it but not in a mean way.” Dean said, standing at the bathroom door a few minutes later. “I mean, shit.” Sam opened the door, glaring down at his brother.

“What the hell Dean?” Sam asked. “What happened to you last night?”

“I don’t know!” Dean defended, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why do I always have to come up with the answers to our problems?!” Sam raised his hands.

“Calm down man.” Sam said softly. “We’re going to figure this out.”

“Easy for you to say Mr. I Went to College.” Dean grumbled. Sam just stared at Dean before shaking his head. He wasn’t going to let things get to him. There was something seriously wrong with his brother and he needed to figure this out.

“Okay, where did you go last night?” Sam asked. Dean set there thinking for a moment before he shrugged. He couldn’t remember the name of the bar for the life of him. He was sure that it wasn’t far from the motel they were staying at, and he knew he would know it if he saw it again, but he couldn’t think of the name. Sam sighed and grabbed his jacket.

“Come on.” Sam said to Dean. “We’re going to try to retrace your steps.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah good idea Sammy.” Dean said, pulling on his clothes and boots. Sam couldn’t help but smile at Dean giving him a compliment. He was expecting whatever was going on with his brother to make him snip at him for taking control or something. Instead, Dean willingly went along with Sam’s plan. They headed out to the Impala. Sam drove so Dean could look.

But almost an hour later, Dean still couldn’t find the bar.

“Dude, it’s hours to the next town.” Sam explained to Dean, looking around. “So you couldn’t have gone out to another town to go to a bar…”

“Sam, I’m telling the truth. I have no idea where it is. I thought it was around here.” Dean groaned. He looked out the window. “Wait! Sam here!” Sam pulled the car to the curb and looked out the window.

“Dean, this place is abandoned.” Sam said.

“I swear there was a bar there last night.” Dean said, climbing out of the car. Sam followed him, looking at the boarded up windows and dirt all over the building. “Sam, I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t say you were.” Sam said.

“There is something here.” Dean said, heading towards the door.

“Uh, Dean, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Sam warned his brother.

“And drinking demon blood wasn’t a good idea Sam.” Dean snapped at his brother. Sam glared at him.

“Fine. Go ahead.” SAm said, waving Dean to go inside the building.

“Sam…” Dean said, realizing what he had said. Sam just walked past him and pushed the door open to the empty building. It was dusty and dirty, nothing like the bar that Dean was sure had been in that spot the night before. “I just don’t understand.”

“I don’t know what to tell you Dean.” Sam sighed. “Maybe you were drunk researching or something.”

“I’m not you dude.” Dean pointed out. “There’s got to be something here.” But Sam didn’t answer him. Instead, Dean was just greeted by a thud. He turned to look to see Sam sprawled out on the ground. Before Dean could say anything, he was laying right there by him.

****

“What are we supposed to do with them?” A voice asked. Dean groaned at the heavy voice of a man not too far away from him. He pried his eyes open and saw Sam sitting against the wall directly across from him. There was obvious bruising on the side of his head, and Dean was sure he probably had one to match. Sam wasn’t looking at Dean though. He was looking at a couple who was arguing in the middle of the room.

“It’s not my fault that things didn’t go as plan.” The woman hissed. “We’re low on Alethia’s powers. I couldn’t OD him on truth. You know that.” Dean made a noise then, directing their attention to him.

“Oh, you’re both awake. Good.” The woman said.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean groaned. “What the hell do you want?”

“Wow, he jumps right to the point.” The man laughed. “I will enjoy devouring his soul.”

“Excuse me?” Sam asked. The woman walked over to Sam, heels clanging on the cement floor. She crouched in front of Sam.

“Your soul is seasoned with some many wonderful smelling things.” She said with a smile. “And we each are going to eat one.” She caressed Sam’s face. “My name is Apate, and this is Dolos.”

“Yeah and I don’t really care.” Dean remarked. Dolos looked back at Apate, who stood from where she was.

“I thought you didn’t overdose him.” Dolos said. Sam sighed.

“No, that’s just him.” Sam remarked.

“So, let me guess, you’re going to kill us and eat our souls?” Dean asked. Apate and Dolos looked at each other before they started to laugh. “What?”

“We can’t eat your souls if we kill you.” She said. “They’ll be tarnished and are almost like poison then. But if you kill each other or yourselves, well, that’s another story.” She turned from Sam and walked over to Dean, taking a vial with her that was sitting on the table that her and Dolos had been arguing by. “We don’t have much of this left, but after getting a reading on both of you, I doubt that we’ll be hungry for awhile.” Dolos grabbed Dean’s mouth and forced it open, allowing for Apate to pour the liquid in him.

“Hey!” Sam screamed. Dolos snapped his fingers, silencing him.

“Doesn’t that just taste amazing?” Apate laughed when Dean had swallowed everything. Dean wanted to come up with some witty remark, but instead:

“Honestly, it kinda tasted like apples.” He said. Sam stared at Dean. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Because you have a whole bunch of truth running through your system, thanks to a gift from a very darling goddess.” Apate laughed. “Now, Dean, isn’t there something that you want to say to Sam?” She asked. “Something you’ve been holding in all these years?” Dean’s eyes widened and he tried to keep his mouth shut. “Come on Dean.”

“I...I love you Sam, I do. You’re my brother and there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for you,” He closed his eyes so he wasn’t looking at Sam. “But sometimes I...I wish I would’ve listened to dad all those years ago and...and killed you while I had the chance.”

“Ouch.” Dolos remarked. Apate looked over at Sam to see him staring at Dean.

“Well Sam, maybe it’s time you take it out on him.” Apate said, releasing the hold she had on Sam. “I’m sure you know how to use this.” She slid Ruby’s knife to him. “Wouldn’t that be fitting to use on him?” Sam picked it up and looked at Dean. “Go on Sam. He wants to kill you. So you should kill him.” Sam walked towards Dean.

“Are you telling the truth?” Sam asked, his voice more of a low whisper. Dean nodded after a moment.

“I’m so sorry Sammy.” Dean said. Sam bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, me too.” He raised the knife then spun around, stabbing Apate in the chest, making her scream in pain as the metal of the blade of the Kurds burned her skin and killed her from the inside out. Killing her released Dean, and he was able to tackle Dolos while Sam stabbed him. He laid on the ground by his fallen lover.

“Damn, that was fun.” Dean laughed, kicking at Dolos. “And I don’t feel like I need to tell the truth anymore.” He looked up at Sam, but his smile started to fade as he saw the look on Sam’s face. “Sammy…”

“Don’t call me Sammy.” Sam mumbled. He looked at the knife in his hand before he tossed it to the ground and walked out of the building, leaving Dean behind.

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[asterrats]

http://heir-to-the-diamond-throne.tumblr.com/post/152627197946/30-more-character-questions I want to talk about zo!!!! + some misc lore ideas.. bc they crop up

Can they sleep with a leg/arm dangling off the side of the bed?

no, he becomes a duvet burrito

What’s their favourite weird food combo?

he’s had a craving for raw meat since reviving but hasn’t acted on it, (lore wise? maybe some revivals get that bc they just crave the freshest dead food, rich in soulness)

When they sneeze do they cover their mouth, hold their nose, or do nothing?

last time he sneezed, he instinctively used his death hand and splattered a load of it across the fancy room he was in.... so he just doesn't use a hand at all anymore. he’ll turn away from someone or food tho

What was their favourite nursery rhyme when they were a kid?

???? I don't have much.... in world stuff for this, probs something abt magic keeping the kingdom safe blah blah

What’s the longest they’ve ever stayed awake?

i’d say revivals can still be fully functional w/o a few days sleep, things would start to drop off after that. most still sleep regular sleep patterns, bc of habit, and theres no point being up a night if your current job is to deal/talk to ppl.

zo probs has never pushed it that far bc hes a sleepy bitch

Do they have that one muscle that always cramps?

he gets cramps around his old stomach wound, if he pulls it too much

Would they prefer to be telekinetic or telepathic?

telekinetic, bc thatd help w/ nearly anything and everything. assist w/ his lack of arm, throw things at ppl.... tho sometimes he’d like to tell skele to not be a dumbass w/o having to open his mouth

Do they use someone to warm their hands/feet in the winter?

no!! don't touch

Do they walk normally down the street or kick every leaf pile they can find?

leaf piles r not a distraction for him

How do they cry?

rarely, but messily

Do they whistle?

hes gonna have the tragic backstory of being told to stop the second he tried to whistle and he never did it again

How do they sleep?

he can sleep practically on command

What do they find creepier - the basement or the attic?

basement.... at least you could try to break out an attic. basement probably equates more to castle dungeon/jail cell, which he is def more scared of

If they had wings what colour would they be?

black bc edgy and matches the death magic

Any scars?

he’s got a stomach wound, right eye socket and a wound near his left collar bone festering with death magic. not exactly scars, but not exactly flesh either.

If they were any kind of mythical creature what would they be and why?

strong.... ? werewolf :(

What is their biggest fear?

dying again? it wasn't fun

What would they die for?

not a whole lot rn, he’s in revenge mode and needs to be alive for that. but there is a cute guy about he wouldnt want getting hurt ;0

Are they a fan of the warmth or the cold?

WARMTH. the cold just gets inside him too much, 

If they had one wish what would it be?

get his arm and eye back, but nothing could magically prompt them growing back bc he died w/o them :/

What’s their favourite way of being kissed? (if they like being kissed)

brief little kisses..... ;3;

Favourite colour?

blue ? 

Do they stim at all?

he does enjoy the sensation of his death magic liquifying,

Have they ever woken up screaming?

I wanna say yes, for angst. he probs gets bad sleep paralysis due to how he died... getting death dreams. you feel like ur trapped in your body where u died

What’s their favourite meal?

a meat pie..... his mothers cooking,

If they were given the chance would they change any physical aspect of themselves? (Hair/tattoos/gender etc)

not really... maybe wishes he could grow a proper beard

Do they have any coping mechanisms?

...he doesn't cope. he didn't cope in life either really, just drank n stuff. im sure he gets to punch enough things to tackle the anger now

Can they cook?

very basic stuff, soups mostly. he’d like to learn to bake, but I doubt he can go ask his mum for help now.... 

Are they a fan of sleeping in the nude?

no, he gets cold and if he has to wake up quick, that's the worsssssst

What is the one thing that will immediately piss them off?

not a lot actually..... all his angry energy only flares up for revenge !!!

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http://heir-to-the-diamond-throne.tumblr.com/post/151524305436/30-character-questions p2.....

When they tap their fingers do they use the pads of their fingers or their nails?

oooo, idk? nails ? click click

What textures can they absolutely not stand?

itchy fabrics ? maybe his old uniform never sat right w/ him

How long can they go without showering before they feel gross?

hed probably try to swim in a river every morning if he has the chance

Do they leave clothes on the floor or a chair?

yes

Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed?

most places he stays aren't his permanent home, so closed

Which do they prefer: 3am or 3pm?

3pm

If they suddenly woke up with animal ears and tails what animal would they be?

:3c

If they could only eat one thing for 20 days straight what would it be?

soup!

Are they the type to re-read a book?

he likes reading so probs,

Would they want to know the exact date and time of their death?

YH PLEASE, so he could find out what happened and who to get revenge on

What’s their favourite mythological creature?

not a lot exist in universe...

If they had to listen to one song on repeat 100+ times what would it be?

now thats what i call gregorian chants 69

Do they believe in an afterlife? 

hes living the afterlife rn

When they get tired do their eyelids twitch? 

yh?

What are their favourite textures?

soft,

Do they crack their joints? 

yh def, you get all stiff w/ that death goop in ya

Would they eat/drink something too hot or wait for it to cool? 

hed wait, hes not dumb :////

Are they the type to adopt strays? (Animals or people)

no... 

Do they get work done straight away or wait until the last moment?

he’d keep to his work rota pretty strictly. but on bigger projects, he’d procrastinate

How do they bathe/shower? Long or short? Hot or cold?

if he gets in a warm bath hes not leaving in a hurry

Are they the type to daydream?

he’s had recent flits and revelations of thinking thru his memories and flashbacks, but his idle mind doesn't drift that much

Do they work best in a messy space or a neat space?

he doesn't do a lot of indoor work.. if he could keep his own books in his bunk, it’d be a right mess

Do they keep any personal photos? 

photos don't exist and I doubt his family was ever rich enough for portrait artists

Do they indulge in anything?

sleeping in, being warm and comfy,

Would they do the exact opposite of what someone says just to spite them? 

to a degree,,,, he isn't gonna endanger himself or anything

If they’re alone and hear a noise would they go and investigate?

yh, he knows he can be the scary one to whoever/whatever he encounters

If they’re lost what is the first thing they would do?

retrace his steps, ask for help, sleep

What is that one dream that makes no sense but is absolutely terrifying?

one time he had a dream he owed a cooworker an apple, thru the rest of the dream it haunted him and twisted it w/ fear for some reason

What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done just because someone said they couldn’t?

slept w/ someone? >:)

Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?

stoic? he’ll patch up w/ his death magic and move on until he can get some proper medical attention