#doing sooo much to be dependable/kind/helpful. to hide how empty they feel all the time bc she doesnt know how to ask for help bc its so

[carrionsong]

xime's inspiration/brain problems list :] JSVGNBYUS IS THIS ANYTHING.... does anyone understand. where am i

[heartxofxthra]

Sooo, I wrote a little piece for Tavra, most of this was born on a very boring train ride, but I had the idea bouncing around in my head for a while. 

Since this is technically not an RP, feel free to reblog if you like it :D

Under the cut cause it's quite long.

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Journal entry The wind carries the scent of the storm again. It's warm, humid, dangerous... but tempting. 

It reminds me of that night... How could I ever forget it, after all? A storm was rolling in then too, I'd just come back from patrol, soaked to the bone after we'd all pulled double duty securing everything that wasn't nailed down in place already, and getting the few villagers that stupidly found themselves out in the middle of the storm seen safely back to their homes before it got worse. Oh how I longed for the warm comfort of a bed that night... I thought I was so close to it, but I was wrong. 

I was summoned to the great hall by order of my mother. I thought that was unusual, she'd usually call me to her chambers this late at night, but nonetheless I answered, trudging down the hall in wet boots I hadn't yet had a chance to change. 

As I got closer and closer, the halls started reverberating with raised voices. Accusations, slander, insults. 

I didn't know what I was walking in on until my palm touched against the ornate stained glass of the door, and every sense I had screamed danger. The scent of the storm was still pulsing against my nostrils. When I pushed the doors open, I found myself scrutinized by a room of sharp eyes. The Sifan maudra, her Elders, the Vapran court, my sister Seladon, and the sharpest stare of them all belonged to my mother herself. I thought I'd been careful with my escapades, but someone had found out and told on me. One of the Paladins, hoping to gain the All-maudra's favor. He didn't earn hers, and he'd lost mine. I never quite trusted them the same after that night... 

They hadn't dared to follow me too far, hadn't known who I was seeing, nor had they been able to recognize their ship, and for a moment I felt relief. But the moment didn't last. 

My mother was furious at my affair. I denied it, but she wouldn't have any of it. She never believed me, not even all those times I was innocent, why would she start now? With the entire reputation of the maudren house on the line? She warned the Sifan maudra of keeping her clan in check, almost threatened her at that. To find the "responsible" and punish them, repercussions promised otherwise. And then all were dismissed. 

Save for me. My name never felt more painful rolled off her lips than on that night.

I felt their footsteps leaving as if they were treading upon my very soul, the echoing of the chamber mimicking the thoughts colliding inside my head, in tune with the pattering of rain on the windows. I felt their scowls burn the back of my head. Their helping of scorn and humiliation was my fault, after all, and I did not blame them. I bowed my head and avoided their glances. And yet, even then, I knew that they would not keep their promise.

The Sifa's priorities had never been to punish one of their own kind for something as trivial as this. They would feign and stall until the interest was lost, and then have it be lost forever like a trinket sunk beneath the waves. Never would they hand over one of their own willingly to the wrath of the All-maudra. I admired them for that. The Vapra had always been eager to sell each other out for influence, or less. 

I never understood why my mother had always held such bad blood for the Sifa. Many knew there was something buried deep, but if anyone held more knowledge than I did, they refused to tell. From where I was standing, it seemed like a petty feud that would see generations of scorn until someone, like her, would dare look past the curtain.

I dreaded when the hall was left empty. All of my instincts were clawing at me to get away. The silence felt like a mountain upon my shoulders.

I had seen this coming, somehow it had always been at the back of my mind, a lone thought coming and going like the bounce of an echo off the mountains, you'd hear it once and it would drift off again. 

I was left alone with my mother and sister. She had to witness this, after all, save she would ever think of doing the same. I hadn't managed uttering a word before her palm connected to my cheek. It rattled my teeth and my thoughts. I barely looked up, that another came. The second time I didn't look up again. She said I'd brought shame to her name, to our legacy, that I muddied it. How she thought she'd raised me better than this. How I'd betrayed her, and her trust. How she'd have to bow her head in disgrace because of me. How it would take trine upon trine to repair the damage I'd so recklessly caused. I was called foolish, selfish, perverted, my lover slandered as if she had been a mere trinket of pleasure I'd chased just to spite her, because in the end it was always about mother.

I couldn’t understand how someone could speak so foul of a person they hadn’t even laid eyes upon. When they didn’t know just how much warmth their crystalline laughs brought Tavra, how she’d feel her heart skip a beat when her hair twirled around right before their eyes would meet. How her touch brought feeling where Tavra had once thought it all stamped out. Haunting thoughts quieted by Onica’s wisdom, and night terrors soothed by her mere voice... 

Onica... 

My mind and my heart drifted to her like a windsifter on a warm current, even as my mother's harsh words bounced off my ears. I knew in that moment that home was not there. Home was far away, on salt-stained skirts, auburn curls, and sun-kissed skin. Home was on the rocking waves under a ship, curled up in warm arms that had so reluctantly let me go, even despite my promises that I'd return soon. 

For the first time, I understood what home really meant. Before, I had thought it was just an empty word that people threw around. I never grasped any of it, never could relate to those stories and feelings. But as humiliation tore out bits of my soul, they knew well where they wanted to fly off to. 

And so did I. 

Tears began to run down my cheeks, tentatively at first, then pouring. They stung after a while, and it was wonderful. They were happy, and it felt as if every tear was less of a weight on my heart.

I looked up, and my eyes fell on Seladon. I had never seen her more torn in my life than she looked now, desperately keeping her tongue. I wished I could tell her to be brave. My mother's glare softened. She took my tears for repentance, and when I said I was sorry, she accepted it with pride. 

In truth, I was sorry for never being enough. Sorry for always being wrong, for being a disappointment. I was sorry for ever putting my doubts between me and Onica. I was sorry I ever dared to say my mother could be better than the resentment which consumed her. I was sorry I ever dared to believe she would understand, that it would bridge the chasm between our people, and that she would be capable of putting her own feelings aside for just a moment. I was sorry that I believed and I was wrong. I was sorry I was still sat there, knelt before her, when I knew I was truly loved and wanted elsewhere. She thought she was teaching me a lesson, but in truth... She only taught me I didn't belong with her. 

Mother punished me, of course. My rank was stripped away, and I would be put into grunt service again. I would eat, sleep, and dress like a commoner, so I would appreciate my place better. 

The captain was given orders to keep me under lock and key at nights, guarded so that I wouldn't even think of running off again. But if she'd ever truly listened to me, she'd have known the guards were prone to getting drunk, on Sifan liquor nonetheless. She would have also known I had learned to pick locks. 

I'd never flown with such abandonment before, the storm didn't scare me any longer. It carried me like a feather, with my wings feeling every ripple and vibration in the current as if I had been born on it. I was laughing as the rain was splashing my face and trickling through my shirt, like a kind forest stream. 

When Onica saw me, she was furious. She couldn't believe I had flown there in such a storm. I kissed her like my life depended on it, for it did. Her warm, smooth lips breathed life into me like I felt I was experiencing for the first time. 

I made love to her that night, I gave myself fully onto her with every inch of my being, no shame or fear or boundary. I worshipped her in our bed, showed her just how much I loved her, and oh how she loved me in return... I told her everything that happened, and told her that I wasn't going back. That I didn't want to hide anymore. 

I don't know if it was sorcery, or if my heart just learned to hear her wisdom clearly, but she convinced me to go back. That a fugitive's life was not something that I wanted, and it would not let our love live as we would want to, reminded me that my sisters were left behind, and that they still needed me. Perhaps... though the bile it brought to think about it, I was being selfish too. She is truly an Elder her people would be fortunate to follow. 

I thanked her, and kissed her sweetly, and for a few more hours, we sat together, bodies wrapped around each other like one, talking dreams to each other. Dreams that didn't seem so impossible now that I wasn't afraid of them. 

Morning found me back in confines, door locked as if it had never even been opened. I worked diligently through mud and muck to earn my place again, never a protest or complaint. I accepted the humiliation willingly, because I knew this was not my fate, but simply a cover I was striving for. Mother thought I was reformed, thought she'd taught me a lesson. In truth, she'd only made it clear I needed to hide better and nothing more, and that's just what I did. 

I received back my crown and my rank with back straight and chin high. My mother was proud. I was too. 

They wouldn't catch me ever again.

[elisaphoenix13]

Decisions Regrettably Made

A few members of the team decided to drink last night. Surprisingly, Tony was not one of them. Even more surprising was the fact that Stephen was. He got really drunk too, and Tony was willing to bet he got as far as blackout drunk if the way he found the drinking team the next morning was anything to go by. They were all sleeping on the floor. Clint laying on his stomach, Stephen was as well but he was using the archers back as a pillow, Scott of course had to touch the sorcerer in some way so his legs were thrown over Stephen's, and his head on a throw pillow from one of the couches. Sam wasn't part of the pile but he was nearby with his own pillow being strangled in his arms under his head, and Nat was using Stephen's back as a pillow, but she was awake and filing her nails while watching tv. Thor was the only one on a couch and looked completely unfazed aside from Natasha. Tony was pretty sure they weren't part of the drinking squad last night.

"Sooo..." Tony starts and Nat looks over at him. "Any idea why my husband's shirt is missing?"

"Thor and I just got here, but his bare back looked inviting." Natasha says.

"We made sure they were still breathing." Thor gently kicks one of Clint's legs but gets nothing for his effort. "They will not wake up though."

"At least it's not his pants." The engineer shrugs. "How much you wanna bet Mama Bear will wake up for his cub?"

Nat smiles. "I'm not taking that bet because I know he will. It will be a matter of urgency though. If the baby spider doesn't sound alarmed, he will continue to sleep."

Tony raises an eyebrow. "A hundred says that Pete just needs to say Mom."

"Now that is a bet I'm willing to take." Natasha says as she moves to her feet and joins Tony.

"Whoever wins, I want part of the winnings." Peter says as he comes out of his room yawning.

"Fair." Both Tony and Nat say.

Peter stretches as he moves to the entrance to the living room. Thor only seemed mildly interested in the outcome of the bet but mostly kept his attention on the television. When the teen opens his mouth, he only snaps it shut again when the elevator whooshes open and Nick Fury steps out onto the floor. Tony lets out a dramatic sigh.

"FRIDAY, thanks for the heads up." When she doesn't respond the engineer glances at Fury. "You screwing with my tech?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

Tony rolls his eyes. "You visiting is surprise enough. What do you want?"

"Have space to put up a couple of people for a few days?"

Tony scoffs and walks into the kitchen, grabbing some blueberries from the fridge and tossing some in his mouth. Did he have space? He had all the space in the world. It just depended on who the director wanted space for.

"Depends."

Fury rolls his uncovered eye. "You're as charming as ever Stark. When I heard you were married, I felt sorry for the poor woman."

Peter barks out a laugh and Tony throws a blueberry at his son. The teen only caught it in his mouth and munched happily. "Have you been hiding under a rock? I'm not married to a woman. I thought you of all people would know that." The mechanic explains when Fury looks at Peter curiously.

"I tend to tune out the news when you're the subject, but I managed to process that you adopted Mr. Parker over there." Nick points toward Peter and ignores the teen's correction of Stark. "So a man then? Still feel sorry that the poor bastard has to deal with you. So where is he?"

Tony motions toward the living room. "Somehwere in that pile of bodies on the floor. Now back to why you're here in the first place. Who am I babysitting?"

Fury says nothing when the elevator opens and instead steps aside to show T'Challa and Shuri stepping onto the floor. Tony grins and walks up to the Wakandan king and claps him on the shoulder with his free hand.

"Hey Kitty-cat! To what do I owe the honor?"

"Director Fury wanted our help with some of their equipment...Shuri and I wanted to sight-see."

"I'll show you myself! It's handy being married to a wizard. Wherever you want to go, we can be there instantly. Hope you don't mind waiting though. Stephen is currently dead to the world."

T'Challa raises an eyebrow. "You married the captain?"

"Nope. Actually, Nat and I made a bet so you might be able to meet him in a second."

"What kind of bet?" Fury asks suspiciously.

Tony nods to Peter who turns from their visitors and back to the living room. "Mom."

The billionaire had to keep himself from laughing at the incredulous look on Director Fury's face.

Peter huffs and allows a tone of fear drip into his next words. "Mom!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Stephen's eyes snapped open and he got up so quickly that any hangover effect that he might have to suffer through didn't have time to bother him. He was on his feet and in front of Peter before anyone could blink and immediately started looking for injuries. When he found none and there was no immediate threat to be found, he slumped down against the teen who uses his strength to keep him up. Stephen was definitely feeling the effects from his hangover now.

"Don't do that."

Fury glances at Stephen and Peter. "I don't want to know. You people are crazy enough."

Tony watches the man leave with a smirk and then motions toward his pale husband. "T'Challa, meet Doctor Stephen Strange." Stephen slowly lifts his head from his cub's shoulder to glance at the king. "Babe, this is the king of Wakanda and his sister Shuri."

"I apologize for my state." The sorcerer mumbles.

"You look like you had a fun night." T'Challa says with a grin.

"Clint's idea. I feel like I've been hit by a truck at least three times and I don't remember everything that happened."

The king laughs as Natasha turns to Tony with her hand out. "I believe I won that bet."

Tony pulls out his wallet and gives fifty to the Russian and the other fifty to Peter, who pockets it into his sweatpants before leading the sorcerer back into the living room to lay on one of the vacant couches. Tony collects a glass of water and some painkillers, passes them down to Stephen when he walks into the living room, and then turns back to the visiting royal party.

"Mind waiting until tomorrow for sight-seeing? I can get you two settled on the guest floor in the meantime."

T'Challa opens his mouth but is interrupted by a thud. " Mothertrucker, dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!" Peter exclaims and Stephen groans.

"Please cub...I already have an excruciating headache."

"AHH! Stahhp. I coulda dropped mah croissant!" Shuri says and Peter looks over at her with an excited gasp.

"How much money do you have?" He asks.

Shuri grins. "Sixty-nine cents."

"You know what that means?"

" I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets!"

Stephen almost sobs from his place on the couch and Tony and T'Challa stare at the two teens.

"Oh my god...there are two of them." Tony groans loudly.

"At least someone understands her." The king says.

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Peter and Shuri hung out the entirety of the three days that the royal siblings were in New York. Tony made true to his promise of showing them the sights with the help of Stephen's portals, but it was a bit of a chore when the teens spoke mostly in vine references. The three adults just let Peter and Shuri do their thing. Tony and T'Challa were a little more used to it so they knew how to tune it out, but Stephen tended to look into his cup of tea with a look like the gods had forsaken him. They found it hilarious.

When their royal visitors finally left, with the promise that the New York family would visit Wakanda next time, Peter finally spoke sense and Tony could visibly see the relief loosen tight muscles in the doctor's shoulders. Peter was more than enough, but having Shuri around to encourage the boy was borderline insanity. She and T'Challa made it up to Tony at least by giving him some vibranium and the princess helped the engineer upgrade his and his family's nanotech suits.

"Woah! That was awesome!" Peter had just tried out unleashing the energy his suit absorbed from his father's hits. Much like T'Challa's did.

Tony coughs and extracts himself from the wall. "Ow."

"Oh crap! I'm sorry Dad! Are you okay?" Peter asks as he rushes over to the billionaire and brushes glass and pieces of metal off of him.

Tony waves him off and both let their suits retract into their respective cores and then look at the Tony sized dent in the wall.

"Let's keep that little perk for aliens and enhanced enemies, okay?"

Peter nods in agreement. "Yeah."

"We've been down here long enough anyway. Let's go make some lunch and have a movie night or something."

Tony leads the way to the elevator and back up to the family floor and they find Stephen sitting in the living room with a book and a plate full of sandwiches waiting on the coffee table. Scott, Clint, and Sam looked to have already helped themselves. Their presence only reminded Tony that he had meant to ask if they remembered anything from their night of drinking a few nights ago.

Peter rushes forward and jumps onto the couch after grabbing a sandwich, and curls into the sorcerer's side as he takes a bite. Tony takes the empty spot on the other side and picks up his own.

"What happened the other night? I've been meaning to ask." Tony wonders.

"You just want to know how we got Mama Bear shirtless." Clint snickers around his turkey sandwich.

"Actually, I'm surprised you got him blackout drunk let alone to actually drink."

Stephen peers over his book. "I would like to know where my shirt went as well. I don't remember anything past the jello shots."

Peter looks up at the doctor with a scrunched nose. "How much did you drink?"

"A lot...and that was before the jello."

"He technically drank us under the table." Sam admits.

Tony raises an eyebrow and looks at his husband. "That's really arousing...but none of you told me about the shirt."

"Why don't you just ask FRIDAY to show you the footage?" Scott asks.

"Watching it isn't the same as hearing you guys tell the story." Tony responds.

Clint finishes his sandwich. "We've only seen Stephen shirtless one time and that was when Peter almost froze to death so we couldn't see anything. We wanted to know how fit he was."

"Man, he did not disappoint." Scott practically drools and he curses when a portal opens up under him and he falls through.

"Anything crazy?" Tony asks.

"Stephen made himself a sandwich. He used wheat bread." Sam says.

"That's not crazy."

Sam snickers. "No, but it's hilarious when he called the white bread racist."

Stephen moans and covers his face. It was kind of funny. Not necessarily something to be embarrassed about, but then they kept going. After the jello shots, Stephen apparently decided that he had to practice neurology again, had opened a portal to the hospital, but Sam and Scott had tackled him to the ground and taken away his sling ring. They also distracted him with a teddy bear, saying it was Peter, and he had sat on the floor for a good thirty minutes staring at the toy. Scott at one point wanted to see how far gone the sorcerer was, but was quickly thwarted by red bands and a yell that Stephen was married thank you very much.

Both Tony and Peter were in tears from laughing so hard at the stories, and Stephen was just mortified. He was never going to drink again. They all had their idiotic moments that night, but Stephen was the only one that got blackout drunk. The others got close but they were still aware enough to babysit the sorcerer's dumb ass.

"Next time you guys drink, I'm sending Peter to Ned's and joining you." Tony laughs out.

"That will never happen because I am never drinking again." Stephen glowers.

Peter smiles. "Either way I'm glad you were able to relax enough to do that."

The teen grabs his third sandwich and Stephen ignores Tony when the man waggles his eyebrows at him, and ponders the teens words.

Maybe he needed to find a healthier alternative to relax and have fun with the team. While the night of drinking was fun (what he remembered of it at least), the hangover was not. That had taken him a full day to recover from and Stephen allegedly drank like a college frat boy after blacking out.

Then again, this was the Avengers. They would find a way to get him to drink again.

[team-mtal]

Uncommon Questions for OCs and Their Creators

https://team-mtal.tumblr.com/post/163643293284/uncommon-questions-for-ocs-and-their-creators What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do? Morrow- Forever. Taronja- Days. Viridian- Three minutes (other than sleeping). Crimson- Kinda fidgety so like 15-30 min at max.

How easy is it for your character to laugh? Morrow- Has a great sense of humor but tries to hide his amusement (old habits die hard). Taronja- Meh. Depends.. Will giggle at jokes but only laughs. Viridian- Super Super Easy. Crimson- Loves to laugh.

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?) Morrow- Falls asleep to his thoughts. Taronja- Curls up into a small ball. Viridian- Singing quietly to herself. Crimson- Works on songs til she falls asleep.

How easy is it to earn their trust? (1-10) Morrow- 5 Taronja- 4 Viridian- 7 Crimson- 12

How easy is it to earn their mistrust? Morrow- 5 Taronja- 6 Viridian- 2 Crimson- 6 (Once she begins trusting it’s hard for her to stop)

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable? Morrow- Immovable. Taronja- Flexible. Viridian- Flexible. Crimson- Flexible.

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? Morrow- A large, cold hall/empty room or the sound of feet on tile. he hates it. Taronja- Apples, he ate a lot as a child and yes. Viridian- Water and Rice. She hates nostalgia as it has a negative meaning to her. Crimson- Running through the grass/trees or the smell of summer. She enjoys it.

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child? Morrow- Start acting like your sister/stop being a child. Taronja- Crimson would tell Taronja to stop daydreaming as much. Viridian- Stop being. Crimson- Told herself to start acting like an adult.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word? Morrow- Swears in his head but the first he said out loud was “damn” Taronja- Not a lot but his first was ‘black hearted bitch’ Viridian- Only when pissed, ‘listen up motherfucker’ Crimson- Swears all the time & her first was “son of a bitch”

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them? Morrow- I’m practicing guitar. No. Taronja- I’m not hungry sissy. No. Viridian- I fell down the stairs again. Yes. Crimson- Yes Taro, I ate today. It haunts her now that they’re in school together.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)? Morrow- Looks for clarification immediately. Taronja- *pouts* Asks for clarification. Viridian- *Stares* *pretends they understand* Crimson- Asks someone after the fact.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? Morrow- Deals with it. Taronja- Whimpers till someone helps. Viridian- Uses a Wall. Crimson- Uses whatever is close by.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color? Morrow- Blue, yes. Taronja- Brown, no. Viridian- Pink, yes. Crimson- Green, no.

What animal do they fear most? (Grimm) Morrow- Ursa Taronja- King Taijitu Viridian- Beringel Crimson- Death Stalker

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Morrow- Formally always thinking before speaking Taronja- He thinks things through before speaking Viridian- She speaks what’s on her mind because she used to not be able to. Crimson- Deceitfully and on the spot

What makes their stomach turn? Morrow- A loud voice that echoes or the smell of expensive wine. Taronja- Being Ignored. Viridian- Knives and Water. Crimson- The smell of tobacco.

Are they easily embarrassed? Morrow- No. Taronja- Yes. Viridian- No. Crimson- No.

What embarrasses them? Morrow- Being praised by a parental figure/teacher. Taronja- Being teased. Viridian- The girl she likes flirting with her. Crimson- Being complimented on her appearance (by like anyone).

What is their favorite number? Morrow- 17 Taronja- 28 Viridian- 9 Crimson- 26

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so? Morrow- Familial love is the warmth and adoration he feels towards Opal. Romantic love is butterflies in your stomach and feeling like you always need to be near the person you’re in love with. Platonic love is sitting in a circle on the floor whispering encouragements and laughing at random things. Taronja- Family is those who love you unconditionally, Romantic love gives you butterflies and makes your heart beat, Platonic love is the people you’d do anything for. Viridian- Platonic love is when your best friends protect you no matter what and when time stops and speeds up at the same time is romantic love. I don’t know what familial love is. Crimson- Familial love is how she would do anything for Taro. Romantic love is a fog in your head and a warmth in your cheeks when you’re with the person you love. Platonic love is having the utmost trust with people (she doesn’t experience it often)

Why do they get up in the morning? Morrow- He’s used to getting up for some kind of lesson. Taronja- It’s time for class. Viridian- If she can survive abuse she can survive anything. Crimson- To hunt.

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? Morrow- Gets really aloof. Taronja- He pouts. Viridian- She gets grumpy. Crimson- Ignores the issue and insists that she’s not jealous.

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? Morrow- Wants to know more about the thing he’s envious about. Taronja- Gets huffy. Viridian- Never gets envious. Crimson- Tries to ignore the issue.

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? Morrow- No. Taronja- No. Viridian- No. Crimson- No. (Admin note: They are all minors in a boarding school sooo…)

What are their thoughts on marriage? Morrow- He has always been scared of an arranged marriage so he’s slightly wary of marrying but he’s more open to it now. Taronja- Maybe one day. Viridian- Not sure. Crimson- Definitely wants to marry.

What is their preferred mode of transportation? Morrow- Car. Taronja- Bike. Viridian- Car. Crimson- Her own two feet.

What causes them to feel dread? Morrow- A large, cold hall/empty room or the sound of feet on tile. Taronja- The White Fang. Viridian- Yelling. Crimson- The smell of alcohol or tobacco/drugs.

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? Morrow- No. Taronja- Yes. Viridian- No. Crimson- No.

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? Morrow- Lives up to his ideals, but not those of his family. Taronja- Yes. Viridian- No, her self image is lower than she achieves but she doesn’t think so. Crimson- As long as Taro is safe then she thinks she’s doing a good job.

Who do they most regret meeting? Morrow- His parents. Taronja- Adam. Viridian- Her father. Crimson- Her mom.

Who are they the most glad to have met? Morrow- His team. Taronja- Crimson. Viridian- Nora Valkyrie. Crimson- Taronja.

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? Morrow- Fanboy over weapons. Taronja- Why’d the ghost cross the road? To get the the other side . Viridian- She just talks about a random topic or about how awesome her friends are. Crimson- Would discuss music.

Could they be considered lazy? Morrow- No. Taronja- Maybe. Viridian- No. Crimson- No.

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? Morrow- Not very. Taronja- Fairly, but if he feels it is worthless of his time he can drop it. Viridian- Incredibly. Years and years of mental abuse takes a long long time to get over. Crimson- Kinda. She’s used to doing what necessary in order to survive but that doesn’t mean she can’t feel bad about it.

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? Morrow- Listens and tries very hard to be interested (but that doesn’t always work…) He still supports them the best he can. Taronja- Super super excited and support. Viridian- *squee* You like this thing so YEAH!!!!! Crimson- “Wow that’s awesome! Tell me more?”

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? Morrow and Crimson- THESE CHILDREN ARE SO OBLIVIOUS OMG CAN ONE OF THEM JUST M A K E A M O V E A L R E A D Y Taronja- Gives anonymous notes to the boy he likes so I guess active. Viridian- She flirts with the girl she likes but that’s about it.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? Morrow- He generally has a good memory so he doesnt need any little tricks Taronja- For classes he will put things to a tune and hum it in class quietly. Viridian- She makes ridiculous anagrams that nobody but her knows the meaning to. Crimson- She repeats things iver and over to a rythm like somg lyrics

What memory do they revisit the most often? Morrow- The night he had a run-in with the White Fang and got his scar Taronja- Crimson and him in their house for the first time holding hands and trying not to cry. Viridian- When her uncle first told her about Beacon Academy and his stories of going there; when she decided to do something with her future. Crimson- The first time she killed a Grimm

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? (1-10) Morrow- 9. He’s pretty prejudiced Taronja- 1. He doesn’t ignore their flaws but he accepts them. Viridian- 4. She tries to see the best in people but ends up being more perspective than she wishes. Crimson- 6. She’s seen some awful people that should not be ignored

How sensitive are they to their own flaws? (1-10) Morrow- 9. His flaws were always being pointed out as a child so he’s pretty aware of them Taronja- 6. He generally sees his flaws but not always. Viridian- 14. She sees all of her flaws and gives herself more. Crimson- 4. She has a slight perfection complex

How do they feel about children? Morrow- He does NOT like kids. At all. They don’t really like him either; they think he’s scary Taronja- He’s pretty good with kids and generally likes them Viridian- “OMG small people so cute!!” Crimson- She loves kids and wants a whole bunch

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? Morrow- Pretty badly. He desperately wants to show his family that he is good for something . Taronja- Meh. It’s best for the world to have more protectors but the only reason he’s here is to ensure a better world for Humans and Faunus. Viridian- Very. She would sacrifice a lot in order to become a huntress. One of the only things she won’t sacrifice is her friends. Crimson- She’d love to be a huntress but being a musician would be just as cool. but honestly, as long as Taro is happy and the faunus aren’t treated like garbage, she’s happy.

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? Morrow- I’m heterosexual, which means I like girls. Yeah. Taronja- Um. Okay so I’m Pan. No not Peter. I like everyone!!! Viridian- Hi I’m Bi. I like boys and girls! Crimson- I am demiheteroromantic and asexual. That means I only develop romantic feelings for males after I get to know them. Also it means I don’t get sexual urges and I see don’t sex as a recreational activity, it has functionality for me.

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS Lyra created Morrow and Crimson. Jazzy created Taronja and Viridian. A) Why are you excited about this character? Lyra- Crimson is who I want to be one day and I love her relationship with Taronja. And I feel like Morrow would be a great friend to have. Jazzy- I absolutely love Taronja’s appearance and personality! He is really fun to play around with and discovering his backstory is an amazing experience. I had a lot of fun creating Viridian’s physical appearance and I based a lot of her personality on myself which was enlightening. ❤️ B) What inspired you to create them? Lyra- I really like foxes so Crim just started from there. I think Morrow is subconsciously based of my childhood friends? Jazzy- Okay so parts of Taronja’s appearance was based on my boyfriends aura and Adrien/Chat Noir, while his personality is mainly based off my favorite trope. Viridian is almost completely based off me. C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?
Lyra- Their personal stories kind of developed around them so nope. Jazzy- Nope and Nope. Although Taronja was harder to speak to as he is quieter. D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?
Lyra- Crimson became a little more tan so it actually looked like she’d spent time outside. But that’s a no for Morrow. Jazzy- They’ve pretty much always had the same appearance. E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?
Lyra- I would love to have friends like them and I’d hope they’d like me. (Jazzy: They would. Everyone likes you) Jazzy- Yes and I think so (more like I hope so) F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?
Lyra- I feel pity for all four because they had such horrible childhoods,but under that I feel pride for Crim and Mo. Jazzy- Taro makes me feel soft happiness and ‘awws’. Viri makes me feel pride, apologetic, and giddy happiness. G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?
Lyra- Morrow is oblivious af and Crimson is even more stubborn. Jazzy- Viridian’s mistrust and Taronja’s passiveness. H) What trait do you admire most?
Lyra- Morrow is such a gentleman!!! And tbh I love Crimson’s stubbornness!!❤️ Jazzy- Viridian’s perseverance and Taronja’s joy. I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?
Lyra- Yes. Jazzy- Yes. J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character? Lyra- I made a new “fact”? Morrow’s family’s weapons company. Jazzy- Nope. Actually maybe. Taronja’s Sclera are black and I don’t know if that’s possible.