Which of your characters can make anybody feel safe around them? What do they do if they don’t want to make somebody feel safe around them?
Washing your hands for 20 seconds alignment chart:
Has your character ever mixed drinks together and called it a potion or a brew? >Did it taste alright?
🎬 + Oli
send me 🎬 + an OC of mine and I’ll give you 5 tropes that apply to them!
Oli
Mismatched Eyes (bright blue left eye, light brown right eye)
The Napoleon (short in height and short in temper)
Does Not Like Men (with few exceptions, as ze would be quite happy to never have to deal with men, there is the odd presumed-male here and there that aren’t intolerable)
Wound That Will Not Heal -> Achey Scars (zir Nephil healing factor cannot fix the three-claw scar on zir right shoulder that aches from time to time, nor the self-harm scars ze’d inflicted prior to zir fleeing to the Haven)
Write 1 random headcanon for 3 of your OCs.
- Oli originally picked up embroidery so ze could emblazon zir denim vest with patches. Now ze does it for fun and profit
- Every month, Mal transfers a pre-set amount of money from his account to his dad. Because “he needs it”.
- Augy won’t eat apples that are all red.
How cuddly are each of the characters?
Rules: for each of your OCs, rate how cuddlable they are on a scale of 1-10. Descriptions/elaborations are totally rad, but you do you, fam. Tag some people you like after!
Aidan: 7/10 She likes giving her friends & family hugs, even if it’s just the arm-around-shoulder-squeeze variety, and cuddling up against people she’s close to/has consent to do so with. She does like having her space, too; however, if she’s less cuddly than usual, it means something’s up of the depressive variety and/or something’s really bothering her.
Augy: 1/10 NO TOUCHY UNLESS YOU WANNA GET HIT/SCRATCHED/BIT. That said, this boy is touch-starved af and if he has reason to like & trust you, he’ll reach out to you physically on his own. And if he does, be sure to have a clear signal that you’re done being hugged otherwise he will not let go.
Clifford: 6/10 He has so much love and cuddles to give yet he is cautious. Best bet is to wait for him to initiate physical contact, or just ask for a hug first. If you’re one of his trusted family/friends, all the hugs and comfort touches for you.
Ivan: 3/10 Not much for hugs and cuddles but recognizes they’re a necessity in certain circumstances.
Joshua: 10/10 He is a big beefy teddy bear full of sunshine and puppies down to cuddle whenever, wherever.
Mal: 7/10 If you’re friends, expect a lot of side-hugs, shoulder bumps, hair-ruffling, that sort of thing. If you’re looking for romantic cuddles, however, you’re better off spooning a cactus. Unless, of course, you’re up front with him about it; he can’t read your mind, after all.
Oli: 6/10 Much like Clifford, ze’s cautious, yet most of zir caution is directed toward male-presenting people. Wait for zir to initiate until ze’s made it clear you’re in zir good books.
Sayora: 2/10 Do Not Cuddle, Touch, or Look At unless you are established as Pack(-worthy).
I tag @dragons-vermillion @yuutfa @tara-the-medium and whoever else wants to do the thing
🌌 + Oli
Fireworks. Home-cooked dinners. A US flag that’s seen better days pinned crookedly onto a wall. Piles of brightly dyed yarn kept in place with knitting needles. Spools of thread, tangles of floss, swatches of fabrics. The silhouette of a large, slumbering dragon. The rustle of feathered wings. A crackling hearth, flames licking through the grate. Bravado. Ending up somewhere you didn’t intend to go. Steel-toed boots. Ripped jeans. Clashing patterns. Offense. Distrust. Longing to be accepted for who and how you are.
tag your oc if theyre really fuckin gay
Which OC is smol and very angry about it?
Which OC can’t get through the day without at least one cup of coffee?
Which OC gets lost easily?
Which OC is heavy and proud?
“I hope he’s inside,” Oli murmured viciously. Ze beat zir wings harder, bracing zirself so ze wouldn’t be blown away by zir own aerial onslaught.
Far below, the house ze used to be confined to finally began to shudder. All around it grasses tore up from the ground as leaves were violently stripped from their branches, wind screaming through the ominous creaks and cracks of once sturdy, solid trees rendered weaker by each passing second, each relentless beat of the vengeful Nephil’s wings.
i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest