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You know who’s a dick?

Me

You know who isn’t a dick?

Jasper

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THE EXCESSIVELY DETAILED HEADCANON TUMBLR MEME

Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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|| Jasper dislikes pointless tasks. She doesn't do well with mindless roaming. She needs some kind of structure, a goal to actively reach that she considers important.

She's not built for quiet hours or aimless walks.

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based off an old drawing

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‘ITS SHARK WEEK.’

hey hey hey! here comes a brand spankin’ new roleplay account, featuring shark amethyst from steven universe! feel free to give me a LIKE/REBLOG if you want to start interacting!

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“Who broke it”

inspired by that one voltron video

finally finished version of this

took ten thousand years please enjoy

View on YouTube here!

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When will my wife come back from the war?

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Satisfied with the answer, Jasper cast her gaze back to the wall, and reveled for a moment. A piece of history that connected them, one way or another. It felt unusual to her. A corner of her mind tugged at her, but an error in communication between logistics and her feelings led her to disregard it. Looking further over the room, there was simply a lack of things to do, a lack of places to conceal herself. She was in the open, and she felt exhausted from the events. She refrained from pacing, only tightening her arms, and flicking her eyes about the room, the various tones and shades and temperatures to take in.

“We should... Go back to it. This battlefield.”

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Dragon AU (or not???)  concept and scene sketches

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                                           I don’t trust nobody                                          and nobody trusts me.

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“Wait, you went out and killed someone? Without me?”

“That’s what you get for going out instead of staying at the apartment. But he was boring, and easy.”

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me @ me: just talk to them u guys are mutuals

also me @ me: BUT AM I MUTUAL ENOUGH????

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❝ you’re sick! stop laughing! stop laughing, you sick son of a bitch! ❞

She laughed harder, in earnest, because the command touched her with amusement. Sometimes, the screaming got agitating. Crimson glinted in the light, and the pearly whites of her teeth showed brilliantly.

“That’s cute. Maybe you’re worth keeping around for a little longer. Keep talking. It’ll make me more enthusiastic.”

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❝ what — what are you doing? what are you going to do with that? ❞

“I’ve asked you repeatedly.”

She claimed, heaving the battery onto a nearby table with a heavy thunk. She took her time unraveling the coils in her arms, her back to the woman strapped tightly to the chair, coming away with a black and a red clamp. Tipping them close, they spark loudly, and her smile grows.

“Tell me where the rest are.”

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@mirroriisms continued from here

Earth remained difficult to view as anything more than repelling, offering false promises of reprieve, yet in these evenings Jasper found herself able to breathe easier in the crisp air as she crammed her hands into the pockets of a tight jacket that she hardly needed. It was relatively quiet, apart from the breeze and the crunch of leaves that were crisp and sunned. Attention grabbed, Jasper looked up, brows arched, and then drawn downwards, attempting to see the correlation between the leaf and herself. Inattentive, she thought little about the relation between her patterns and that of the fallen leaves. She grunted, as nothing immediately struck her as resembling the other. There was a worm nearby, but that seemed to be asking the other to stick more critters into her clothing. A blue bird with lovely white markings flitted into a tree, and Jasper stopped in her tracks, caught off guard. ”That. That’s you. Heh, has the same style of hair.”

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