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🥩 maybe?

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

I find reading to be comforting, sometimes journaling helps too. If not, then a drink will always do the work.

He works himself until he's too exhausted to remember why he was upset, or he lashes out to feel better. He knows it's not healthy, but he can't find another way to cope.

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Saw the recent reblog ..

💔 :3?

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

If I have hurt someone, it was because they have been hurtful themselves. I do not regret defending me or my people from an attack, that would be dumb and cowardly.

Everyone around him. The only people they regret hurting the most was his family, since he's HUGE on family values. After he grew up he distanced himself from them, then cut off all contact to ensure they didn't get hurt because of his "Business". He's sure they've died by now, but sometimes he still has a "I need my mom" moment, only to realize she's not there. Other times, he wishes he could fall asleep on his father's car once more, on the passenger seat while he drives.

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Red Emoji OC Asks ❤️‍🩹

❤️ (heart) - Who is the most important person to your character? To what lengths would they go to protect this person?

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

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

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

🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

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

🥩 (steak) - Does your oc have any coping mechanisms? Healthy or unhealthy?

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

🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

💋 (kiss) - Is your oc a good kisser? Have they kissed anyone before? Do they even enjoy kissing? What was their first kiss like in comparison to their most recent?

🍒 (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?

🚨 (siren) - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

💄 (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?

🍎 (apple) - Does your oc go to school or take classes? Did they go to college? What was/is their favorite subject? Did/do they get good grades? Did/do they enjoy school?

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

☎️ (telephone) - Does your character know anyone’s phone number by heart? Do they prefer calling or texting? Who’s their favorite person to call/text? Do they have any typing quirks?

🥊 (boxing glove) - Has your character ever been in a fight? Did they win? Do they fight often? Are they professionally trained or self taught? Do they enjoy fighting or only do so when necessary?

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

👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

🍄 (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?

🩸 (blood) - Is your oc squeamish? Are they disturbed by the sight of blood? Have they ever been in a situation where they had to overcome being squeamish?

✂️ (scissors) - Has your character ever cut their own hair? What about someone else’s? How did it turn out?

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

🎒 (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?

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

[ask-p3rs3us]

stop taking my bells away 😭😭😭😭😭 my balls

What.

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Fine. Be this way, then. Perhaps you need to be alone with your thoughts. Don't come back until you are over with this.

...

Was he right?

Am I just. Useless? I'm made for nothing. Fuck, I shouldn't let a man like **him** try and tell me off.

But it hurts.

What's wrong with me.

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Stop having ridiculous thoughts and go back to work, my Ena.

...

Was he right?

Am I just. Useless? I'm made for nothing. Fuck, I shouldn't let a man like **him** try and tell me off.

But it hurts.

What's wrong with me.

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its late but happy fathers day

I am no father, but I do appreciate the sentiment

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Once he stepped inside, he set the cake on top of the bed, careful not to let it fall all over the blankets. "Because today it is a special day for you. The day your mother gave birth to another wonderful woman." He sat alongside it, inviting Ena to do the same with a tap on the spot next to him. "You do not need to thank me, my Ena. I am only doing the minimum you deserve. Sadly I could not get anything better for you, so you will have to excuse me." Perseus scoffed, still holding the bag under his arm without much care. He could steal hundreds of things for her, but this one was special.

How Perseus managed to get his hands on a simple vanilla cake was irrelevant by now. Or how he got another small bag on the other hand taking into consideration he was banned from most public spaces. It didn't matter, because today was her day.

"My Ena, are you here?" He called out for her while looking for her room, not even trying to hide the candle on top of the dessert he was holding. He would probably hand some to Mirren when he was done, but for now... he wanted to have a moment with her Ena.

Simply sitting on her bed, she tilted her head and got up from her bed. She walked towards her door and opened it, clear confusion.

"sir? What are you... Doing?" She questioned, even more confused as to why he was holding a dessert and something else. "What are... Those for?"

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"What else could they be for?" He jokingly inquired, his face seemingly lighting up at the sight of her Ena. Perhaps his mind playing tricks on him, or perhaps he truly could see a change on Ena... Something that almost made him feel... Paternal.

"Isn't it your birthday, my Ena?" A smile tugged the corners of Perseus's mouth, though not in the way he would normally do. There was something genuine about this, about how his eyes wrinkled positively with just looking at her pride so confused. "Or am I mistaken?"

How Perseus managed to get his hands on a simple vanilla cake was irrelevant by now. Or how he got another small bag on the other hand taking into consideration he was banned from most public spaces. It didn't matter, because today was her day.

"My Ena, are you here?" He called out for her while looking for her room, not even trying to hide the candle on top of the dessert he was holding. He would probably hand some to Mirren when he was done, but for now... he wanted to have a moment with her Ena.

Simply sitting on her bed, she tilted her head and got up from her bed. She walked towards her door and opened it, clear confusion.

"sir? What are you... Doing?" She questioned, even more confused as to why he was holding a dessert and something else. "What are... Those for?"

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With supervision.

Are you good at cooking? What do you even eat at wherever you are??

Slightly above average, I'd say. Edible, perhaps an "it's good" worth. Definitely better than Ena, and I have not trusted her to use a stove ever since she came back.

I eat food. It is not easy to get my hands on it, but I always find a way.

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I would only trust you to mix the dry ingredients.

Are you good at cooking? What do you even eat at wherever you are??

Slightly above average, I'd say. Edible, perhaps an "it's good" worth. Definitely better than Ena, and I have not trusted her to use a stove ever since she came back.

I eat food. It is not easy to get my hands on it, but I always find a way.

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Are you good at cooking? What do you even eat at wherever you are??

Slightly above average, I'd say. Edible, perhaps an "it's good" worth. Definitely better than Ena, and I have not trusted her to use a stove ever since she came back.

I eat food. It is not easy to get my hands on it, but I always find a way.

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If I thought you were a fool, I would have slaughtered you myself.

I trust your words, comrade. The only one I do not trust is your "comrade."

I have noticed something between Mirren and you, friend. Something else that's beyond a bond of comradeship. Is there anything I should be aware about, Bell? I don't plan anything nefarious, merely I am curious, is all.

I— Uh! Mirren? Hm, uh! There's nothing going on, I assure you. We're just good friends. I promise. I assure you. I assure you, Perseus. You don't have to worry. At all.

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Unlike of that of your "comrade", I trust your word and that you do what's right. This is far more troubling for both of us if my fears are correct.

I have noticed something between Mirren and you, friend. Something else that's beyond a bond of comradeship. Is there anything I should be aware about, Bell? I don't plan anything nefarious, merely I am curious, is all.

I— Uh! Mirren? Hm, uh! There's nothing going on, I assure you. We're just good friends. I promise. I assure you. I assure you, Perseus. You don't have to worry. At all.

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For your sake, I hope you are saying the truth.

I have noticed something between Mirren and you, friend. Something else that's beyond a bond of comradeship. Is there anything I should be aware about, Bell? I don't plan anything nefarious, merely I am curious, is all.

I— Uh! Mirren? Hm, uh! There's nothing going on, I assure you. We're just good friends. I promise. I assure you. I assure you, Perseus. You don't have to worry. At all.

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After a while, it begins to be not enough. It's not enough to hear her breathe through the microphone, he needs to be there. He needs to see her, make sure she's there, make sure she's not planning anything that could hurt him. Sure, it might be insane for some, but not to Perseus. Lately you couldn't even trust your shadow.

Quickly and without much thought, he sped his way to her room. For a split second, he remained there, questioning what she could be doing in there by herself. Blinded by his own selfishness, it doesn't occur to him she could be struggling or in pain. Perseus can only feel betrayal in the air, no matter what he did or who he was with.

And so, he listened closely through the door. He needed her voice to reassure him. He had grown too attached to kill her now.

First it started as a small itch on the back of his mind, then it grew to a mild annoyance, until it finally became a pattern of behavior he would commit when he thought she didn't notice; he would watch her sleep and count the seconds between each breath, would constantly look over his shoulder in hopes of seeing her, even kept a syringe with the same drug that he used on her when she was too much to handle. That drug reminded him of her, sort of. Of what she meant, and what he meant in her life.

Soon, like in any other bastard leader, he grew paranoid. She could never be too loyal until she was willing to slit her throat for him. She would never meet the standard he set, which was made unconsciously. Now alone, the idea of losing more of that power irritated and frightened him.

And so, much like the many times he felt this way, he locked himself in his small office. He had set a camera and a microphone in every room, every corner, to make sure he knew what happened at all times. Just awaiting to hear her voice again.

Ena, she was... he didn't know how to describe his feelings for her. More unstable than a religious devotion, not deep enough to be that of friendship. Not even romantical, simply... a need, a means to an end. A pet that was also his daughter that was also his puppet, that was also his...

Simply his.

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First it started as a small itch on the back of his mind, then it grew to a mild annoyance, until it finally became a pattern of behavior he would commit when he thought she didn't notice; he would watch her sleep and count the seconds between each breath, would constantly look over his shoulder in hopes of seeing her, even kept a syringe with the same drug that he used on her when she was too much to handle. That drug reminded him of her, sort of. Of what she meant, and what he meant in her life.

Soon, like in any other bastard leader, he grew paranoid. She could never be too loyal until she was willing to slit her throat for him. She would never meet the standard he set, which was made unconsciously. Now alone, the idea of losing more of that power irritated and frightened him.

And so, much like the many times he felt this way, he locked himself in his small office. He had set a camera and a microphone in every room, every corner, to make sure he knew what happened at all times. Just awaiting to hear her voice again.

Ena, she was... he didn't know how to describe his feelings for her. More unstable than a religious devotion, not deep enough to be that of friendship. Not even romantical, simply... a need, a means to an end. A pet that was also his daughter that was also his puppet, that was also his...

Simply his.

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