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Original Character ask meme - Psychology edition~

1: What’s your OC’s biggest insecurity and how would they react if someone pointed it out to them?

2: If your OC wants to buy a firearm, what it might be for?

3: Does your OC behave differently around different people, if so with whom and how?

4: Would your OC want to involve themselves in humanitarian work ? If yes, then for what? If not, then why not?

5: How would your OC generally react to someone being verbally abusive towards them for no apparent reason?

6: Does your OC have a realistic image of their own intelligence?

7: Does your OC have any irrational phobias?

8: How is/was your OC’s relationship with their parents?

9: Does your OC feel a pressure to achieve or are they content and calm with doing what they can at the moment?

10: Does your OC guard their emotions by being tough? If not how would they?

11: How would your OC react to hearing they’re adopted?

12: What is one of the most primary things your OC feels that is missing from their life?

13: What kind of situations does your OC avoid the most?

14: If your OC gets into a fight with their best friend, would they wait for their friend to make up with them, or would they try to make up with their friend?

15: Does your OC consider themselves a good person?

16: Is your OC good at giving others validation of their feelings and making them feel understood?

17: Does your OC suffer of any mental health issues?

18: What kind of intrapersonal values does your OC have? (values about their self, what makes them feel like a valid person)

19: What boosts your OC’s confidence the most?

20: Does your OC hurt others often unintentionally? If yes, how?

21: Does your OC hurt others often intentionally? If yes, how?

22: How does your OC usually show affection? Are they openly romantic or more restricted with their affectionate emotions?

23: Does your OC tend to hide something about their personality/essence when meeting new people? If yes, what?

24: How would your OC react if they got humiliated by someone in a group of people?

25: How would your OC process the grief caused by the death of a loved one?

26: What is the most intense thing your OC has been battling with?

27: Does your OC practise any kind of escapism? If yes, what kind?

28: How would your OC react if a bully stole their lunch money in high school?

29: How does your OC behave on the face of a conflict?

30: What makes your OC defensive quickest?

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How did you and Meg meet, Buttons? :)

Here’s the whole story!

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sinnamon roll

definitely

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send me which part of the cinnamon roll meme you think i am

looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll

looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you

sinnamon roll

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@gautierthegreat

oi guv

be a good egg and toss us a quid me ma n pa are dead

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spangledspy:

“I bet you guys totally make out and stuff. Bleh.”

Ray laughs and she turns her head to snuggle into Nico’s belly, slinging both arms around her waist.

“You know, one good thing bout not livin’ on the Strip anymore, is I get to see you whenever I want now, right?” She says this muffled into the fabric of Nico’s shirt, curling up further against her weird and awesome mom person. “I’ll have to make K escort me to your shop. Oh, I can see Ivan again! Do you think he misses me, Nico?”

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“You think I’d do something that gross?” she laughs and holds Ray against herself. It’s been so long since she last laughed, and now she can’t stop. Ray’s warmth is infectious.

“Yeah... I’ve been slackin’ on that, though, haven’t I? Gotta make it up to you.” Guilt still gnaws at her stomach, but guilt won’t get anything done, will it? Either way, it’s quickly interrupted by a snort. “I’d say he’d whine about it, but he cares about you, did you know?” Her voice is still light, but softer. “Bugged me about not visitin’ you. You can blackmail him to do whatever you want now.”

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spangledspy: 

Ray is delighted that Nico seems so much brighter now, chuckling, smiling. She beams right back with that infectious gap-toothed smile of hers and she goes to splay herself over Nico’s lap with a big ole stretch.

“I dunno if she’d ever give any of it up, Nico, she loves her hair a lot,” Ray sighs, going to fluff at her own ponytail. “Besides, you look really cute with your hair all short like that.”

She closes her eyes and makes a little yawn as she gives her arms another stretch.

“Ohh, the boys here, Nico, they’re like… pigs! I think that Donny guy is the only one I’ve met who hasn’t like, stared at my chest the entire time we’ve talked. Well, K too, but, y'know. K’s a gentleman. A gentleman who swears a lot and is super angry but that’s okay, because he’s got a good heart and he loooooves you!”

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“Mmm, yeah, you’ve got the right of it. To both of those.” Nico’s still chuckling, especially with how Ray just makes herself at home. She places a hand on the girl’s hair, and gives it a rascally ruffle before smoothing it down.

She snorts and rolls her eyes. “You’ve got the right of that too. Takes a while to teach the newcomers some manners, though having K breathin’ down their necks helps a bunch. Maybe I’ll have him do that for you too, mm?” She can’t help but burst into laughter again, though it’s almost bashful this time around. “Oh, of course. Might have to pull a few teeth before he lets anyone know though.”

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spangledspy:

“You should, uh, talk to him, you know? I-I don’t wanna be nosy or nothin’ but… I bet he’d like it.” Ray crawls back over to cling to Nico, holding her tightly and pressing her still-damp cheek against a shoulder. “But for now, can we just hang out? And talk? About stuff that won’t make us, like, cry or whatever?”

She pulls her head back to give Nico a demonstrative grin, laughing at herself. It lights up her face all over again and even puffy-eyed and a bit splotchy from crying, she’s a pretty young woman. And you saved her, Nico. That’s something to be proud of.

“Like, Lienna is super cool. And sooo pretty, Nico, wow, have you seen all her hair? I dunno if I could ever keep mine that long!” Clueless that Lienna and Nico know one another quite… intimately.

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Nico holds Ray again, gently this time, rubbing her back. She stares at nothing as she considers the younger girl’s words. She’s apprehensive, yes, but not as filled with venom as she has been these past few weeks. She utters a little��‘mmmm.’ “I’ll think about it, honey.”

She chuckles a little in response to Ray’s laughter. “That sounds like we might need it, mm?”

She has to suck her lips in to stop herself from laughing too much, even, nodding along. Oh, Ray... “I’d have to be blind to miss it, don’t you think? Maybe I should ask her to give me some for a wig.”

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spangledspy:

Ray desperately wraps her arms around Nico and holds her as she cries. Simply lets all of it out, what had been building in her absence. Nico is like a mother to her. Going without that closeness for so long, it damn near broke her heart.

But now, having her warmth, and even that apology, well… it helps.

Ray pulls back and she sniffles, wiping at her nose daintily and chewing at her lower lip. “I-I’m sorry, too. I know I’m not the… the smartest girl, Nico, and I’ve caused an awful lot of trouble… I mean, I saw the way you and Dirt, you know… I just… I bet he misses you a lot,  that’s all, and I don’t wanna be the one who made you guys go sour.”

She fusses at her hair and stares down at her lap.

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Nico holds onto Ray as tightly as Ray holds onto her, weeping quietly into her hair. K rattled her out of her funk, but only Ray could get her to let go like this. She lifts her head to avoid leaving the poor girl’s hair all snotty, sniffing loudly. She looks down as Ray moves back.

Nico gives her a sad smile. “Oh, honey, none of that’s your fault...” She brings a hand down to thumb Ray’s tears off her cheeks... though her gentleness almost falls at the mention of a certain someone “Dirt...” she sighs out the word. “That ain’t your fault either,” she shakes her head, and pets at Ray’s hair.

Dirt. She’s unsure what she’s feeling for a moment, and then she realizes she’s feeling a certain lack of bitterness at the thought of him. She’s not quite sure what to make of that.

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spangledspy:

Ray watches Nico speak with her face growing more and more crestfallen. She tugs her hand away from Nico and huffs out a shivering sob. Her shoulders hunch up, and she goes to press her hands against her face, sniffling.

“No, no, no!” she whines, shaking her head and pressing her hands to her face tighter. “No, I don’t… I can’t… Nico, what am I gonna do? I hate it here, I always have. All the boys are always disrespectin’ me, I can’t go anywhere without bein’ afraid, I never get to see Nate… Dirt doesn’t even come by anymore… I’m useless, I’m not good for anythin’, and I thought you ha-ha-hated me!”

All the emotions come crashing out like a tital wave, and Ray is wailing, curled up on the bed, face pressed against her knees now.

“I j-j-just wanna go h-ho-ho-hooome!”

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Nico’s heart breaks at every word, every sob, every tear. It kills her seeing Ray like this, and it’s her fault as much as it is Freeside’s. She had counted on Nate and Dirt to at least keep Ray company while she went off and sulked in her workshop... She did this. Nico lets tears of her own fall; there’s no use playing it stoic now.

“No, Ray, please,” she says, wrapping her arms around Ray’s shoulders, squeezing her. “I could never hate you. Everythin’  I’ve done, I’ve done it to keep you safe.” But there’s no such thing as being safe in this world, is there? Just safer. And it’s not enough. “... I’m sorry.”

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spangledspy:

“Well… yeah!” Ray says, enthusiastically. She nods her head. “Nico, it’s so much better there! I mean, sure, Benny’s kind of a fool, you know? But–hey, maybe I could work at the Gomorrah! I know they do shows, too, and everyone’s always sayin’ its a fun place… Or I could just go back to the Tops and tell Benny to shove it. I love it there, Nico. It’s where I really belong, you know?”

Her eyes are all starry from remembering the bright lights and the cleaner streets and all those pretty dresses she had. She touches her cheek where only the faintest bruising remains and she smiles.

“So, once I feel like I’m ready, I’m totally goin’ back!”

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It’s all Nico can do to keep her face impassive.

She hadn’t pictured it going this way. She wanted it to have been a happy reunion, Ray prattling away about her boy Nate or how immature the Kings were or how she’d been getting along with Lienna. Not this. She grinds her teeth. She squeezes Ray’s hand.

“Ray.” Her voice is flat. “Gomorrah would take you, yeah, as a workin’ girl. And The Tops... What d’you think we did to Benny?” She waits a beat, but she’s not gonna let Ray agonize with thoughts of murder. “We beat the tar out of him, ruined his suit, and took Maria. You think he’d be happy seein’ you again?”

Nico hates it, she hates shattering little Ray’s dreams, but it’s better than Ray’s dreams shattering her.

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spangledspy:

Ray’s all sorts of excited, spirits lifted now that Nico has finally come to visit. She’s dressed in a loose white top and high waisted jeans, hair pulled back in a ponytail, freckles vibrant on her face without any makeup to dull them. There’s a bit of sickness under her eyes from simple exhaustion, and her hand is clammy in Nico’s, but the brilliance of her smile seems to be ebbing the misery away.

She flops down onto the bed and pats for Nico to sit beside her. Her smile falls a tad.

“Ohh, you know, it’s nothin’ bad. I just hate bein’ back here, is all. Everythin’ is so… grimy, you know? And I miss all the fancy stuff back on the Strip! Gosh, I just really hope I can go back soon…” Yes, she’s still grasping onto that illusion, fingers dug in, stubborn.

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Nico can’t help but smile a little big wider, a bit more genuinely. Ray really is one little ray of sunshine. She obediently sits herself onto the mattress with an exaggerated little ‘oof!’ and shifts around to make herself comfortable as she faces Ray.

Her mood drops gradually as the girl speaks, until it hits a point even lower than when she had first arrived. “You still wanna go back?” she asks, tentatively.

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spangledspy:

“The way your smile just beams, the way you sing off key… the way you haunt my dreams, no, no, they can’t take that away from me–”

The knock startles her, and at first she thinks it’s a, err, a gentleman caller. A few of the Kings like to stop by and chat her up when Lienna’s out cooking. She fusses at her hair and glances in the nearby hand mirror, realizing she doesn’t have her face on. “J-just a minute…”

But then the door’s opening, and she recognizes the voice as Nico’s. Startling. She half-expected never to see her again, which was heartbreaking on its own. Nico had spirited away so quick that night, when she saw Dirt, and Ray was well on her way to convincing herself that it was because she hated her.

Now, her whole face lights up, and she pushes off of the mattress, barreling to wrap her arms around Nico and laughing. Tears spring to her eyes.

“Oh, it’s you, y'came to visit me! Nico, I missed you, gosh, it’s been just awful here!”

Nico doesn’t get another word in before almost getting knocked off her feet, keeping her balance by holding on to Ray. She laughs herself, and echo rather than a genuine laugh.

“Same to you, kiddo. It’s been a while, mm?” she plays it cool, bring up a hand to pet at Ray’s hair. “Let’s sit ourselves down and you can tell me everythin’ awful that’s been goin’ on, yeah?” She pulls herself away to look at Ray’s face, smiling, and then steps to Lienna’s bed, holding Ray’s hand to avoid completely breaking contact from her so soon.

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Oh heyyyy there! I’ve got som–hmm. 

…You’re not a minor, right?  

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Nico’s not been in a good spot herself, but K is right. Wallowing’s not gonna do any good, especially when there’s someone else who needs her. A someone she has been rather unfair to, really. It’s with these thoughts in mind that she steps into the School, waving off whatever surprised greetings she receives. Had she been gone that long?

Nico proceeds to also wave off the suspiciously eager boys offering to escort her when she asks about Ray. Giving them a questioning tilt of her head and raise of her brows, they know that look well enough to back off, and she goes deeper into the building.

She can hear the singing, and a pang of guilt twists her gut. She keeps her face straight as she knocks on the room door, and gently pushes it open. “Ray?”

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Ray’s been… pretty miserable. The Strip life was so cushy, so good, so full of light and flavor and safety; now she’s right back where she started. Stuck at the School, with a bunch of smelly boys who can’t clean up after themselves nor look her in the face. Her chest seems to be the main attraction, and she hates it. She spends most of her time attached to Lienna or the other lady Kings at the hip, to deter most boys from hounding after her.

Nate’s been very busy, as well, and they decided it would be safer for her to stay with the Kings, so she hasn’t even been able to visit her beau near as much as she’d like.

Yes, life here is rather droll and tasteless. She misses her spangly dress, and she misses singing to a crowd. Right now, Ray is singing to herself, alone in Lienna’s room as the woman cooks up dinner for the School. She’s hoping someone will stop by to visit. “The way you wear your hat, the way you sip your tea, the memory of all that, no, they can’t take that away from me...”

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Are there any Kings besides the ones you've boned that you would bone?

Mmm, a few, but I don’t know if they could handle me.

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Ask my muse increasingly personal questions. See how far you can push them.