#red emoji asks

[twstinginthewind]

HIHI!!! I have a couple for you, for Thea and Punch! Thank you!

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Red Emoji Asks

💄Thea is content with her face, for what it's worth. She knew she was very beautiful as a unicorn, and after getting over the crushing sudden weight of no longer being immortal, she took a long, critical look at herself. This body and face, they were suitable. Almost as lovely as her original one, even if it was unfamiliar. She doesn't wear makeup, and her routine is just to wash with the purest water she can find. She's glad that her eyes are still the same... she wouldn't feel like herself otherwise.

💄Punch doesn't really feel strongly one way or another about his appearance; he does put in the effort to keep his hair in good shape, and makes sure that he's clean-shaven, but he doesn't see himself as extraordinarily attractive or ugly. He considers himself to be pretty plain, and is okay with that. He does eyeliner for special occasions, but isn't much of a makeup user. He does moisturize and use sunscreen regularly, and his sister had gotten him into the habit of making egg yolk and avocado face masks. ("If you're only eating the whites, you're not allowed to waste the yolks.") If he had to pick one feature, he'd have to go with his mouth. He's got straight teeth, and nicely shaped lips, and he does like his singing voice.

🍒 Thea... never really had what people would consider friends. She was in tune with the creatures of the Lilac Wood, and she felt affinities with other magical creatures. She also did hold Schmendrick and Molly in some regard, even if she didn't really understand them well. Now that she's a human, though, things have changed. She does feel quite close to Grim, as if he was a brother to her. And she appreciates the camaraderie that she has with Ace and Deuce. She has also felt a sort of affinity with Silver; she doesn't know why, but she feels drawn to him. And for some reason, Trein feels very comforting to her. She likes being around the old gentleman; he feels safe.

🍒 A quick answer would be that Punch's best friend is his twin sister Joker, since they've always been so close. That does feel like cheating, though. I will say that his closest school friends are Jack and Epel, even if the latter is more of a crush, and the former is more of a friendly rivalry. He's also gotten close with Ortho, who embraces the idea of having another person around who's more of an extrovert. In terms of other OCs, he's gotten friendly with Juniper and Sparky ( @twst-the-night-away ), Laz ( @the-trinket-witch ), Rhea ( @cyns-ramshackle ), Carol ( @fumikomiyasaki ), Ruby ( @transriddlerosehearts ), and Vincent ( @twst-cweam-sod4 )

[queen-scribbles]

For Tragen! 🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone? ❗️(exclamation point) - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them? 🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

Depends on the party, to an extent. If he knows a lot of the people and/or it's a "fostering goodwill" situation, he's more likely to mingle. If it's full of stranger(especially imperial strangers) and/or he's scoping things out for the Alliance he'll be more of a wallflower. Prefers to have someone he knows and trusts there as backup(so, Vette, Jaesa, Theron, Jorgan etc) He's nominally an ambivert; more okay in social situations than a lot of my kids, but his preference is 1-3 close friends watching a holovid, or alone reading a book. It would take a lot to talk him into a clubbing-type party, bc that is so not his scene.

❗️(exclamation point) - What was the scariest moment of your character’s life? Does it still affect them?

Proposing to Jaesa. Jk, he was 99.999999999% sure he knew her answer. xD I'd say probably those first couple days after the Sith took him. He was thirteen, barely got to say goodbye to his father and sister, DIDN'T get to say goodbye to his mother :) bc she was away, got dragged off to Ziost where Sith arrogance and cruelty are on full display and it was made abundantly clear what would be expected of him if he wanted to survive more than five minutes. Completely ripped away from his support system, surrounded by people who would kill him soon as look at him(including kids his own age OR YOUNGER), with instructors trying to mold him into a belief system the antithesis of every value he'd been raised with--yeah, he was terrified. His decision there to conceal his true nature/morals and survive long enough to GET OUT(which was the original plan, before he caught first Tremel's eye then Baras') is one that dictates practically the entire rest of his life to this point, so that's a pretty lasting effect, yes.

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

He definitely prefers indoors, lol. Camping isn't awful or anything, he'll survive having to do it and probably even have fun(especially if it's a clear night so he can see the stars), but an outdoorsman he's not. Far as why, I think it's just a case of how he was raised? His family is well-off, borderline nobility(or maybe actual nobility >.> can't remember what I said ohno), and he went from that to the Sith, so neither are conducive to camping trips or cultivating outdoor hobbies. He does love to sit outside on quiet clear nights to watch the stars.

Red Emoji Asks

[arthyritis]

💔🧣🐞🍒 for P :3c

Huge big thoughts ahead that I loved writing and there's angst and sweets and I love him (and I love you huge muches!!!!!)

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

P's old tendency to distance hurt a lot of people when he was younger; he never had many friends but sometimes he'd gain a couple other than Shells before becoming overwhelmed and hurting them in separate ways. Shells is the only one who's stuck around and seen him at his worst and now his best... with his first partner ever--after she'd loved him almost since they met. He hasn't quite managed to find his way out of the guilt of realising he hurt her in that way, even as much as Shells proves she's fine and that it was only hurtful for a while. Maybe there's a bit but she's a big girl and she understands sometimes it's just not meant to be; she's mostly happy that P is happy <3

Also his family, despite disowning him, feel hurt that he left them while he was still young and vulnerable (because he moved in with Shells as a teenager). P doesn't regret this one at all and doesn't talk to them.

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

Honestly other than Bab and Shells I think he'd go to his nans for comfort the most. They just have a way of helping him find himself again and they give great hugs which he doesn't often like from others but those extremely close to him, which they are so it makes sense. They make cookies and other foods together and they're just really good at comforting him :]

🐞 (ladybug) - What does a perfect day look like for your oc? What do they do? Who do they see?

A perfect day would be hanging with his friends over at his place where everything is to his liking and his nans are there and so is Shells. He's curled up with Bab and they've all ordered takeout from different places and are watching shitty TV and laughing. Literally just the most domestic things possible after all of what happens at IRIS.

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Shells!!! They met in school around 12 years old (I think? I can't find my old lore post about that specifically, it might be closer to 7 or 8 ahsjsgj) and she was entirely too happy to tell off some people bullying him. He likes how brave she is in the face of them both being anomalies and she likes well everything about him :3

[tsukuharuko]

( If you are still accepting red emoji asks! ) 💋 - when was/have you had your first kiss? 🐞 - are you a superstitious person? 💔 - have you ever broken a heart/had your heart broken? 🎸 - what kinds of music do you like?

Red Emoji Asks - Open and Accepting 

💋 - when was/have you had your first kiss?

"Technically... Not yet. I kissed a boy at my old school for a challenge, and I was forced to join the Kissing Booth this year, but I don't consider them as official things you know? The real first kiss is the one you have with someone you love!"

🐞 - are you a superstitious person?

"A bit. But mostly for good luck! I go to the temple for new year, but I don't turn around if I see a black cat crossing the road, if you know what I mean."

💔 - have you ever broken a heart/had your heart broken?

"Not really. Hopefully it never happens."

🎸 - what kinds of music do you like?

"I like many kinds of music! Happy beats are my favourite, though. I like songs that put me in a good mood whenever I have to walk to school or to my part-time jobs!"

[qweenofurheart]

Hi!!! I have no question but I just wanted to say I love the way you draw Tim <3 (also love ur art in gen it's srsly gorgeous)

THANK YOU! he’s so silly…

[yuuchama]

♠️🖋❤️

"This is bad." Deuce struggled to raise his head, instead slumping his shoulders and staring down at the notes in front of him. The writing started out neat and tidy but gradually became illegible, eventually fumbling off the page and marking the desk with ink.

Ace tried not to draw attention to the fit of giggles he had been overcome with. He kept looking away and clearing his throat now that the lecture had ended. Looking straight at Deuce without laughing was an impossible task.

"Dude..." he snickered. "That's a wild black eye you've got there."

"Shut it, Ace. If you knew I fell asleep during class, you should've woken me up."

Deuce sighed and buried his face in his hands, which only made things funnier. His palm smeared whatever eye makeup hadn't already been smudged, making him look beat up. His hands appeared to be covered in soot and a quarter of his face was a blurry mess of makeup instead of the usual elegant spade design.

It took a minute for Deuce to realize what happened. It was hard to tell if any got on his black uniform sleeves. He gazed at his dirty hands with despair. "Dang it. I don't have anything to fix this. The housewarden's gonna have my head."

Doubled over and clenching his stomach, Ace wiped a tear from his eye. At least one half of their combo remembered to seal his makeup that morning. "Don't sweat it! I have something that can help, don't worry."

It was a suspicious offer, but a sign of hope. Deuce would do anything if it meant avoiding Riddle's wrath. "Seriously? You carry black makeup? Uh, why?"

"Just in case! You should be thanking me instead of asking all these questions. What if I decide to change my mind, hmm?" Ace reached into his pencil case and started rooting around. He put on a great show of being serious. With one hand wrapped around something inside, he motioned for Deuce to come closer.

"Lean this way and close your eyes. There's not much time before Trein's next lecture."

Deuce grunted. Ace was right, and he didn't want to tarnish his future honor student reputation any further. The chair squeaked against the floor as he pushed it and swung his legs over the side. "I'll leave this to you, then. You can use the handkerchief in my bag."

"Great."

Ace hummed as he worked. Removing the blurry mess with Deuce's handkerchief came first, holding nothing back as he scrubbed his dorm mate's skin raw. Then it was time to reapply everything.

He gripped Deuce's chin, angling it upwards towards the light. "Hold still."

"Do you even know how to draw a spade?" Deuce asked.

"Hah? Who doesn't? What do you take me for?"

"It's just... you're taking a really long time to do this. Professor Trein's gonna come back soon."

"You really want to say that to the guy helping you out right now?"

Deuce got the point and remained silent. Applying his makeup usually didn't sting this much. He hoped he wouldn't get poked in the eye or have something inappropriate drawn in the end. Ace wouldn't go that far, right?

After a few blows to dry his face with Ace's gross breath, Deuce could finally relax. Ace proclaimed, "There. All done!"

"You really drew a spade, right?"

"Quit suspecting me! 'Course I did!" Ace turned to the student behind them. "Hey, what's this thing on Deuce's face look like?"

The student, caught off guard, glanced up from their phone. "Huh? The spade?"

"Yes, exactly. Thank you."

Deuce wished he had his handkerchief back to wipe the smug grin off Ace's face. "Alright, thanks. I really appreciate it, you've saved me."

"No problem, anytime. I'll even do your makeup tomorrow if you want." Ace began tidying up his desk space, straightening his notebook and putting his tools back, while Deuce returned his chair to its original position.

Deuce froze mid-chair scoot and narrowed his eyes. "What is that."

Ace pretended not to hear him. Deuce rose a shaky finger to his eye, gently tapping the sore skin.

He lowered his voice to a threat. "Dude. I swear to the Seven, if you just drew on my face with permanent marker..."

There was no time for Ace to enjoy the mischief, he had to stifle his laughter into his shirt as Trein finally returned and the students went quiet. He walked to the front podium and put his books down. A "pfft" snuck out the instant Deuce whacked Ace's chair with his foot.

A peeved off Deuce clenched his pen and mouthed, "this isn't over."

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 024/???

[lovesickgoose]

Your heavy medic drawings give me so much serotonin! A cute situation you could draw is them sharing a bubble bath

It's a big bath

[lumi-cherries]

do you have any rei boob hcs... i like to think she has stretch marks from them growing kind of quickly (projecting) i like to think she was flat chested at first but then they seemed to grow overnight LOL

STRETCH MARKS.......................................... HOLY SHIT. ANON. YOUR MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD this will officially be my hc as well thank u

[ijustthinkhesneat]

Outta the way I’ve got hot takes coming through!!!!!!

Dick doesn’t resent Jason pre-death: I have found no evidence to support this. He definitely has issues with Bruce but Dick taking his anger out on Jason is so ooc. I think they were never super close though, partially because Dick wasn’t around much and Jason wasn’t around that long.

The Joker Jr of it all: I honest to god don’t know how I feel about this. On the one hand if Joker Jr had had a bigger impact on canon I really would have liked the dynamic it would create and how the Batfamily would react to Tim. On the other hand this absolutely could never happen because Batman would go full serial killer at that point. I personally think Joker Jr was the best version of Arkham Knight/Dick being mind controlled by the Joker.

Damian Wayne is an asshole: Yeah I went there. I’m throwing your Cherubic God King on the pyre and what will any of you do to stop me?! I understand Damian needing a lot of time to adjust and going through an immense level of trauma but like guess what he is still a jerk. I totally hate that he so rarely gets just brutally humbled in canon. Like their is the time he picks a fight with Jason and just gets absolutely bodied and he tries to fight previously mentioned mind controlled Dick and also gets rekt. But I swear he is way to arrogant for someone who gets clapped by like every other character.

NO ONE WOULD EVER WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH ANY OF THE BATS EVER IRL: Yup it’s time to address the elephant in the room. All of the Bats with the exception of Cassandra who has never done anything wrong in her life and maybe Barbara if you close your eyes and ears, are terrible people.

Bruce Wayne: Look I could forgive helping old ladies while dressed up as a furry, I could over look being an emotional nightmare, I could even see why he didn’t murder the joker. But I cannot forgive his greatest sin. Being a fucking BILLIONAIRE.

Tim: Emotionally manipulative, a liar, has zero respect for other’s boundaries, also a billionaire, no fashion sense. He is that emo boy in a coffee shop who you think is deep but he is just stoned as hell and will ruin your credit.

Jason Todd: It’s the child murder for me, It’s the being an actual drug lord for me, it’s the duffel bag of severed heads for me. Truthfully those things are iconic, but this man is PTSD ridden and armed to the teeth with guns. I would get up to get a glass of water at night, sneeze and then Stable Mabel would blow my head off.

Dick Grayson: That friend who is never okay. Dating him would be like dating any generically attractive boy in college, yeah he’s hot but the eating disorder and body dysmorphia are reaching a turning point. Have you ever met a college gymnast? I don’t think he would be as gross but like he is a cop so if his friend assaulted someone he definitely wouldn’t tell anyone about it. I feel like he would gaslight me into breaking up with him only for his jackass to show up on my doorstep at 3am sopping wet. Also he’s a circus kid, that is a theater kid with talent and no shame. He would be so fucking annoying, like you would be embarrassed to be seen with him.

[lifemod17]

toneeeee

if u were an animal what animal would you be (totally not asking so i can make random interaction doodles)

(im gonna cry if you do that, how dare you)

i have given this much thought and came up with: RED PANDA! which is actually my second most favorite animal but it's just very me coded.

smol, cuddly, first instinct is to put my hands up as self defense (but really just want uppies), loves fruits, short, sunset colors!!!!, and again, just a litol guy

[2demondogs]

Would you ever consider writing Dutch as a trans man in a Vandermatthews fic? I love your work and trans Dutch is very close to my heart :)

Thank you <3 And absolutely!! I assume this was ur request but if you have a specific one and were just checking w/ this ask (I'm painfully autistic I'm so sorry lol), I will write more when my requests open again :D Shouldn't be too long, I only have 2 more requests to finish.

Sorry this is kinda moody I was feeling some type'a way myself... *insert cigarette emoji*

Words: 1.6k Tags: FTM Dutch, young VanDerMatthews, hurt/comfort, gender dysphoria I'mma be fr my man is in the trenches, talk of binding, face-shaving,

He still changes before Hosea wakes, or after he's left the tent. Convincing him to sleep without the binding wrapped around his chest, now and then, was a Herculean task — until Hosea said he likes laying on him, and Dutch couldn't argue with how it made him despise himself a little less — so this one must be Sisyphean. Love can nudge odd things in new directions.

Not that he's ever asked him to go without it. Hosea isn't a fool, as much as he is self-indulgent. The only inkling of the question he gets is calloused fingertips on his bare back below the beige bandages this morning, tracing the indent of his spine. He's turned away, legs crossed as he dresses.

"Can't be good for your ribs, wrappin' so tight." His voice is nasally, thick with sleep. He must've woken him up shuffling around for his shirt, rolled up with the rest of today's clothes in a pair of jeans.

Dutch turns to glance over his shoulder. He looks good, the sharp shadows of morning along his face softened by the canvas tent overhead. The golden cast of it as the sun breaks through the darkness does him well, makes his wheat hair look as blond as those maidens in paintings. Angelic, disregarding that there's dried drool on his chin from snoring his heart out all night long— same as always. He's started falling asleep too quickly to kick him and make him turn on his side.

"Can't be," he agrees, turns to tie a knot over his chest, tucking it into the cradle of his sternum.

Hosea makes a soft noise, shifts closer. His arm slings around his middle, warm where it was trapped under his body as they slept. Curled up, anymore, like two stray cats. The weather is turning cold off the tail-end of summer, and the heat off Hosea is a welcome one as the air starts to nip at his skin. Then, his hair tickles his hips above where his half-undone union suit is pooled, nose pressing in after. Stubble scratches him.

He doesn't like to linger like this, feels naked in a way that he cannot describe. Still, he reaches behind him to lay a hand on Hosea's head, fingers scrunching in the straight strands. It earns another warm noise, and he settles his forehead to Dutch's hip.

"Gon' freeze me out," he says, twisting to look at him. It's hard to turn back like this, and he catches only a few glances of him looking as pleased as he's ever been.

"I ain't stoppin' you from nothin'." He draws away, anyways. Sleep has his lids set low once he's sat up, meeting Dutch's eyes. "Can't I love on you?"

Dutch turns before he lets himself smile. "Absolutely not," he replies.

There are many times where Dutch feels confliction deep enough it makes him want to withdraw. Physically, emotionally. He almost cannot handle this, either, wants badly to curl in on himself the same way that he had the first time Hosea touched his hand, recoiling as if embracing him would be the same as willingly stepping into an Iron Maiden.

But his fingers are not spiked where they hold his jaw. Tender as they can be, for working hands. The straight razor glides easily over his cheeks, because he doesn't have anything beyond peach fuzz to slice off. Hair grows from that beauty mark of his, but slow. Even his upper lip, untouched since he left his mother's house six years ago, has little to show for it. Hosea tells him his hair is dark and that his mustache shows in the light, but it doesn't make him feel much better.

Some days, it does, when he can appreciate the thick, dark hair growing on his arms and legs and belly and it all soothes some of the aching. Others, he thinks he ought to find a way to stuff his pores with the hair off his head for all the luck he's having with waiting. Without a word, Hosea doesn't touch his upper lip.

It's an odd feeling, cool shaving cream on his face, and a relief when it comes off with each swipe, blade cleaned on a cloth sat on the man's knee. They're open-legged over a log, facing one another, and he's talking, knees brushing his for something to do with the excess energy of focusing. Dutch is too stuck inside of his own mind to listen to what he's saying about the angle of the razor or how to keep one tidy.

Even the sound of the river they've camped out by is dulled by the case settled over his head. It was loud at first when he closed his eyes, tree branches rustling as dead leaves floated downstream. The air still feels as cold. Hosea apologized for a nick on his jaw when he shivered and caught him off guard. That had felt good, at least.

His hands tremble, anyways, doing fine work like this. Always says he's got the shakes thanks to his shit-heeled father, that ominous way folk refer to mystery ill-traits no one really understands but that seem to flow down the bloodline from one to the next. Dutch said it was better than his daddy being dead, and then he told him he was. He felt a little bad until he laughed about it. That was all a long time ago, Hosea had said, and Dutch thinks the same about that moment between them despite how often he recalls it when he sees his fingers shudder.

The clean side of the cloth, folded with the wiped-marks tucked inside, is a relief when Hosea hands it to him and he holds it over his jaw before wiping it off. It's irritated, complains about being abraised by the cloth again. Just a scrap from an old shirt that was torn while they were out hunting; Dutch recognizes the tartan print. The skin feels scraped raw in places where the man was heavy-handed.

He can't be angry. He's only ever been jealous of the razor nicks along Hosea's face and throat, and now he's got his own.

The conflict finds him again. When he looks at him, Hosea has that sturdy expression he takes on whenever he can tell Dutch is— upset?

He isn't sure if he's upset.

"Steam's comin' out your ears, man," he says, and Dutch knows what's coming before it does. "What're you thinkin'?"

He folds the scrap fabric, takes to fingering at the strange smoothness on his face and the stinging cut that he traces a fingernail over. The difference is minute, but noticeable with all the time he spends anxiously rubbing his jaw.

It's difficult to say while looking at Hosea, but it's just as hard with Hosea looking at him and that much isn't going to change, so he braves the eye contact as he gives shape to the feeling he can't ignore.

"Why're we playin' pretend?" His voice comes out thicker sounding than he meant it, cracking over it wrong and seeming too emotional. He clears his throat. "I ain't—"

"Dunno what you mean, Dutch," Hosea stops him. He takes the cloth to polish his straight razor off before flicking it shut. Glances up at him, and then back to where he's rubbing a fingerprint off the metallic case of the blade. "Man oughtta know how to shave his face."

How to respond escapes him. He fights the urge to be alone. There is no point in it around him. It comes onto him hard on days like these, and he reaches out for Hosea's knee to tether himself to something, to make a reason that he cannot scurry away from the man when he's only being kind.

Only is not it, but Dutch doesn't want to contemplate that on top of what's already running through his mind. Things like if he likes that Hosea says he is a man so easily, and why it stings at times that things seem so simple to him; if he wants Hosea to wish he were different, or if he feels good that Hosea likes him how he is.

Nothing's ever felt simple to Dutch. He isn't sure if it's loathing or jealousy or hurt that makes him chafe against the unquestioning sweetness Hosea has on him. He finds it so easy, it's almost grotesque.

Hosea says that Dutch hates himself, which isn't true. He finds himself quite a good character and usually very right about things, which is what matters most. His face doesn't hurt his self-image either, even if it's a little soft in the cheeks, some men don't grow out of it until their thirties— no, it isn't hatred at all. It's discomfort, some feeling of wrong that doesn't go away until he forgets himself or until, apparently, Hosea says his chest is comfortable to lay on.

Hosea tucks his razor into his jeans pocket to free his hand, placing it over his. He rolls one of his rings around, and the pinch of the webbing of his finger makes him grunt, coming back to his body from wherever he'd gone.

The man is leaning in, some, angling to look up at him with a faux doe-like look in his eyes. They're so soft it makes Dutch sick; he exhales and turns the unwitting smile down to their hands even before he starts sweet-talking.

"Look real handsome," Hosea says, voice soft.

Goddamn him. He's perfected that conman's swagger, and he rarely turns it on Dutch— they both know it's as fake as can be, because they both know how to draw their brows just right, how to look weak and smitten.

"Old fool," Dutch replies. Sometimes things are simple enough, and it soothes the ache to hear the word.

[queen-scribbles]

🍒 for whoever you want to gush about? I want to hear about some platonic fluffiness :D

Oh, hmmmm, I have many bff sets, it's so hard to choose. :'D

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Endrali's best friend is Nadia, they've known each other... 12 years if I'm doing my math right? Maybe 14? even if half that time they were separated, they still refer to each other as "best friend". I joke they bonded over being underestimated bc they're tiny(build 1 solidarity🤝), but that might honestly be part of it. They both feel kinda fish out of water, so there's that too. The galaxy's so different than Sarkhai for Nadia, Endrali is a CHISS JEDI. They're about the same age; I think Nadia's a year older, and both come from cultures with a dismal view of Force users, so lots of similarities + both being Different™ where they are now, bonding was inevitable.

Nadia likes that Endrali respects her and treats her as an equal and doesn't dismiss/coddle her, as well as giving very good advice and guidance about being a Jedi. Endrali likes Nadia's curiosity and positive outlook/believing the best of people, she's extremely glass-half-full and that's so nice to have with everything that is Consular acts 2 & 3. They also make a damn good team in a fight. They tell each other everything, and when they reunite on/after Ossus it picks right back up like they were apart days instead of years.

Bonus: Nadia meets Arcann, sizes him up, and makes some comment about hearing he did a lot of bad stuff, but if Endrali forgives him and loves him that's good enough for her, she's ecstatic for them HOWEVER "you know if you hurt her, I'm gonna have to kill you, right?"

Arcann (who knows better than to underestimate The Tiny Ones bc he's in love with one who could wipe the floor with him): I assume this is if she doesn't beat you to it?

Nadia: Oh, she's too nice. I usually am, too, but I make exceptions for people who hurt my best friend. 😊🗡

Arcann: ...Understood.

Red Emoji Asks

[arthyritis]

🎒 💄 🥀 for Pip?

Oooooh didn't expect to get a Pip for this, très intéressant :0

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

Bro doesn't really have pockets nor does he carry a bag but I could imagine Phoebe making him a little one that he can use to carry a crayon or a cool pebble or stone! Definitely lots of art supplies or small nature things lol

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

Lmao he can draw on himself with crayons and markers and it magically wipes off so I could see him pretending to draw makeup on himself. As for liking its face? Yeah sure it does, its big button eyes see the wonder of the world including in itself ○v○

🥀 (wilted flower) - How does your character deal with stressful situations? Is their fear response fight, flight, freeze or fawn?

Freeze. Before it got its hearing aids, being picked up really startled it and it'd kinda go limp despite the library kids knowing they're all alive, and even after, when it started to react to loud noises and the like, it'd drop and try to keep safe from anything. Even though there isn't much real danger in their lives anymore, he still reacts like that sometimes with Phoebe.

[living-undead]

🍓 & 🧣 & 🪓 for any sim(s) of your choosing! ^^

I'll do it for Kyne because I'm currently looking him having a raging makeout session right now!!! (dont ask)

🍓Does your OC believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way? He is a believer in many things, no set denotation. He is incredibly superstitious (considering his entire family is cursed), he is religious to the extent he believes there are gods and that they exist and are responsible for the basis of the world. He does not devote himself to the gods, though. He was taught of the gods' existence in his youth but never pressured to care.

🧣 What comforts your OC? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how and why does it comfort them? His family is his biggest comfort. He's always been a sickly person, so he's needed a form of coddling his entire childhood. His mother and sister functioned, heavily, as his carers which wasn't easy because they were also extremely sickly. The constant care and love he received as a child translated to a strong ever-present, yet hardly acknowledged comfort he receives whenever he's near those he cares for the most.

🪓 Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive? NOPE!! I'm sorry to say to anybody that may think favorably of Kyne, but he has no survival skills. He doesn't even know how a zombie works; he'd probably assume they were friendly considering he grew up in a village primarily consisting of outcasted monsters 😭

[sylus-qin]

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