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Gingerbread

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A/N: My part in a writing trade with @marshmallowprotection !

Usually, I wouldn’t have posted this, but it became a full blown fic, so, enjoy! Nothing but pure fluff, I swear!

Word Count: 1.6K

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The smell of cookies hung thick in the air. Chocolate chip and sugar. The countertops were covered in bowls, measuring cups, and clouds of flour. Eliza stood in the middle of it all, humming to herself as she tossed together the ingredients for a third batch of cookies, gingerbread this time.

Occasionally, she glanced towards the living room and hallway of the penthouse. When Jumin had left that morning, Bora was in her room. And out of everyone, Jumin had called Eliza to come, to make sure that the kid didn’t spend the entire day locked up in her room.

“If anyone can assure her that it’s safe,” he had said, glancing at the door in nervous concern. “It’s you. She trusts you the most, I think.”

“I don’t think she trusts me the most,” Eliza had sighed. “Frankly, I doubt she trusts any of us much. She’s just scared, and she just needs some time.”

“I know…” he sighed again, fidgeting. “I’m just- Just worried, that’s all. And the last time you came over, she left her room to get your cookies from the fridge, so that’s a start. Do you think you could make some more?”

She laughed at that, setting her hands on her hips. “First you’re fidgeting, and now you’re asking me to bake? Jumin, honey, do you even know who you’re talking to?”

He smiled, albeit weakly, and she set a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.

“Of course I will. And don’t worry, I promise you’re doing great.”

Well, it was noon now. Half the day gone- Technically only three or four hours since Bora must’ve been up, but she hadn’t said a word. Eliza bit her lip, leaning over to peer into the hallway better.

Would it come across as pushy if she asked Bora to come out? She was concerned, but maybe it would be rushing the kid too much.. Or maybe she could lure Bora out with cookies. There were certainly enough to do so.

“..Miss Eliza?”

Eliza yelped, spinning around with a gasp. “Oh! Bora! Hello! I didn’t- Didnt hear you come in! I thought-” She looked towards the hallway, then turned back to Bora, a relieved smile blooming on her face. “But never mind that, I’m really glad that you came out! I was thinking about calling for you, actually!”

Bora blinked, looked down, then back up, offering Eliza a tentative half smile. “Oh… Well, um, I’m sorry for worrying you.. But I smelled the cookies and, um,”

“Yes?”

“I was wondering.. if I could have a couple?”

Eliza’s smile brightened, clapping her hands. “Of course you can! How many do you want?”

Bora visibly straightened, smile widening a bit. “Oh! Um, just one please!”

“You sure? I have two kinds- Sugar and chocolate chip!”

“You do?” Bora shuffled forward, peeking at the fresh cookies with a bit of awe. “Well, um, then can I- Can I have two, please?”

“Sure thing!” Eliza beamed, grabbing a plate and setting it on the counter. “Which one do you want?”

“Is there a difference?” The girl blinked, peering a little closer at the cookies.

“Well, the taste won’t really change, but the texture kinda does!” Eliza mused. “Risk really likes the cookies on the edge of the rack, because they usually get a bit crispier, but I like the ones in the middle because they’re a little softer!”

Bora squinted, then nodded. “I see! Then… Could I have one middle chocolate chip? And… one outer sugar, please?”

Eliza smiled, reaching over to grab the cookies, then paused. If she gave them to Bora, there was a good chance that she might take the cookies back to her room, or to the living room. And then go straight back to her room. And that just wasn’t healthy.

So she drew her hand back, turning to Bora. “Actually, could I ask something of you?”

Bora tensed, immediately fidgeting with her sweater. “I’m sorry- You just said- I thought I could choose- I’m sorry-“

“What? Oh no, no, don’t worry!” Eliza yelped. “The cookies aren’t a problem at all! Of course you can have them, I definitely have enough for you to have any you want! It’s just-” She paused, wringing her hands almost guiltily. “If I give them to you, you’ll probably go back to your room? And that’s not- Bad, per se, but, um.. I was hoping to see you around the penthouse?”

Bora blinked, eyes wide, as if the thought of anyone wanting her around was absolutely foreign. She blinked again, lips moving slowly, repeating Eliza’s words silently, then shook her head a little. “O-oh… Um, o-okay…”

“Of course, if you don’t want to- Or if you’re uncomfortable-“ Eliza started, but Bora’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

“No, no, I want to!”

A pause, then Eliza smiled again, bright and giddy. “Really? I’m glad! I was thinking you could help me with this batch- it’s gingerbread- then afterwards, you could have your cookies?”

Bora nodded slowly, smile soft and bright. “Yeah.. that sounds good. But, um, I don’t know how to bake?”

“Oh, don’t worry! There’s not much too it, I can teach you!”

Bora nodded again, straightening up. “I’d like that, Miss Eliza. Thank you!”

“Of course,” Eliza smiled. “Now, can you grab that sack of flour? And the measuring cups!”

It took a good half hour to make the last batch of cookies. Bora was attentive and quick to learn, eyes shining as she went through the steps of the art of baking. Most of the time was spent humming, then once Eliza selected a playlist, singing- on Eliza’s part, while Bora giggled and watched her twirl around.

And then, they slid the tray in the oven, Bora humming softly, Eliza whispering the song lyrics with a smile. And the clean up went quick; Both were good and used to it, and the kitchen was spotless as the timer dinged.

“Oh!” Bora yelped. She looked at Eliza, then back at the oven. “They’re done! Can I take them out, please?”

“Go on ahead!” Eliza smiled. She grabbed the broom from Bora. “I got the rest, just be careful, okay?”

“Okay!”

Bora set the tray on the countertop, eyes wide, then put away the oven mitts. She peered at the cookies, brow furrowing. “Um… Miss Eliza? Do they look okay?”

“Well, what do you think?” Eliza asked, walking over.

“Well… A little… thick?” Bora whispered.

Eliza looked over, tilting her head. “They look great to me!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! And even if it did come out a little thick, they’re still gonna be delicious. And there’s always next time if you want them to be thinner.” she smiled.

Bora looked up at her, hesitating. “Really..? Even if they’re too thick?”

“Even if they’re too thick.” Eliza nodded, then looked back at the cookies. “Now let’s give ‘em a second to cool, okay? Then we’ll feast like queens!”

That earned a tiny snort, and Bora smiled a little, nodding. “Okay.. If you say so, Miss Eliza!”

The cookies were delicious, of course. Eliza brought a plate into the living room, and the two sat on the couch, nibbling away at all three batches. They didn’t talk, and that was alright, because Bora was smiling. Faint, eyes crinkled as she reached for a gingerbread cookie, inspecting it, smile widening, and taking a decisive bite.

“Good?” Eliza grinned.

The girl nodded happily, taking another bite. “Good. And.. thank you for letting me help you. I had a really good time today.”

“And I was more than happy to have such a wonderful helper!” She smiled back. “You’re a great listener, and you pick up things super quick! I’m impressed!”

Bora ducked her head, flushing at the sudden compliment. “O-oh, um, thank you- But I’m not really-”

“You are.”

She flushed again, peeking at Eliza with a shy smile. “..thank you, Miss Eliza. You’re a great teacher.”

“Aw, thank you!”

The door opened then, and Jumin came in. Bora sat up straighter, and Eliza looked up with a frown. “Jumin? Hey, what are you doing back so early? Thought you got off in the evening?”

“Normally, yes, but my last two meetings were cancelled,” He let out a breath, looking back at her. “Did- Oh, Bora.” Jumin smiled, putting his coat away. “You’re out of your room; I’m glad to see you.”

“Thank you,” She whispered. “I’m- Im sorry- That I worried you.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he dismissed. “I understand that moving to a larger house like this can be overwhelming?”

Bora paused, then nodded slowly. “Um… yeah. I’m just- Um, not used to it… But I’m grateful!”

“I know, don’t worry,” Jumin nodded. He smiled at her, and she nodded, relaxing somewhat.

There was a pause, and Jumin looked at the table. “Ah, you were baking, Eliza?”

“Not just me,” she grinned, nodding at Bora. “Guess who made the gingerbread?”

Bora shook her head, but was unable to keep the smile from her face. “I couldn’t have done it without your instruction-“

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short!” Eliza laughed. “All I did was read the instructions aloud; You did all the work!”

Bora smiled shyly, wiggling a little with pride. “I guess I did..”

Jumin smiled, looking between the two, then nodding at the cookies. “Do you mind if I have one?”

“Oh- No, course not!” Bora blinked. She watched Jumin bite into a gingerbread cookie, anxiety overtaking her face again. “Um… is it good?”

“Very,” he nodded. “You’re quite good at baking.”

“O-oh, thanks,” she flushed, looking away. “But- It was mostly beginner's luck.. But, um, thank you!”

There was a moment of quiet, then Eliza stood, grabbing her jacket. “Well.. I better head out! Morgan’s gonna FaceTime us soon, Jumin, so best get situated.”

“Of course,” He nodded. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yep!” Eliza looked down at Bora, smiling. “See you tomorrow, Bora?”

“Oh- Yeah, that sounds good!” Bora smiled back. “See you!”

“See you both.”

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Long time since I’ve written anything, but here’s a short fic about my oc Eliza ^^

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35829280

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Agape

Pairing: OC x OC, Eliza x Dayra

Synopsis: One rule broken leads to so much.

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Part Two

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There was a different sort of quiet in the hall as Eliza was led to the Directors office. Usually, it was peaceful.

But now?

It was thick, like a gray fog has settled everywhere she could see. God, she had put a brave face on earlier, in hopes that it would calm Risk down, but Eliza’s heart was in her throat, picking at her nails anxiously.

The fog only got worse when the guardian Angel left her, the smirk on his face adding to her nervousness.

Goodness, what was she thinking? Reading the file? Dayra, this child... Risk was right. It was one case out of thousands, heck, millions. But still... it was awful. But what punishment awaited her...

She glanced up at the gold plaited door of the Directors office. Everything in Heaven shone, mirroring the supposed purity of all its inhabitants. Heaven was supposed to be perfect, and it was.

Wasnt it?

But then how could an angel be so reckless, so careless with Dayra Sawyer? How could millions of angels be so careless with the children they were supposed to protect? The innocent children they were supposed to look after?

As her thoughts voiced themselves, Eliza found her anger returning. She clenched her fists tightly, then unclenches them, gently smoothening out the file beneath her fingers.

“Don’t worry Dayra,” she murmured. “I’ll make sure your case is fixed-“

“Talking to yourself?”

Eliza shrieked, leaping up from the bench and falling back, hitting the floor with a loud thud. She winced, then froze, mouth opening as she stared up at the pristine Director, suddenly aware of how... unpristine she was.

The Director was smiling, amusement clear in his eyes. He offered his hand to Eliza, then reached out and yanked her up.

“I don’t suppose you wanted to talk in the floor, did you?” he chuckled.

She sputtered, face flushing awkwardly. “I- um- no-“

“Good,” he smiled again. “Now come, my dear.”

My dear?

Eliza managed a feeble nod, hurrying in after him. The fog was gone now, and she silently thanked him for that.

She sat down, watching the Director sit in his chair and smile at her.

“Now, what’s all this about a file?”

“I-“ Her tongue felt like a block of stone in her mouth. She sputtered, eyes falling down to the file.

One breath in, then out, and her resolve steeled, setting the file on the desk.

“Director, this file is of a seven year old girl. Her name is Dayra. So much has happened to her already, with her parents, and her uncle, if you could even call that monster her family, and-“

“Insulting a human?” the Director interrupted. “That isn’t very angelic of you, is it?”

Eliza blinked, blood rushing to her cheeks once more. “I-“

“And how would you know all this?” he continued. “You would only know that about her if you read the file, correct? And you’re a filer, you aren’t supposed to read through files. And you want to be a good angel, don’t you?”

She stared at him blankly, and he smiled back, perfectly sweet. But his words dripped with condensation, and the heated anger started to come back.

“Now, if that’s all-“

“I am a good angel,” Eliza said quietly. She raised her head and looked the Director in the eye. “And good angels tell the truth. That man is a monster, I won’t ever lie about that. And yes, I read through the file-“

His expression changed, eyes hardening. In one second, he snatched the file from Eliza’s hand, clicking his tongue.

“Well then, you broke the rules.”

“For this girls-“

“She’s one out of millions,” he said sharply. “You can’t do anything about it-“

“Where’s her guardian Angel?” She bit back. “They should be punished-“

He didn’t seem to hear her, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge her words.

“Your punishment will be-“

“I WANT TO BE THIS GIRLS NEW GUARDIAN ANGEL!” Eliza burst out.

The Director went quiet.

Her shout echoed in the office, remnants of it everywhere. Her heart was in her throat, breathing hard, hands shaking. Oh no- oh no oh no what had she done-

“Alright.”

Eliza froze. Was he... agreeing?

The Director leaned forward, giving her a steely look. “You can be her guardian Angel. I must agree that her last one did a bad job and slacked off.”

“Thank you!” she gasped. “Oh goodness, thank you so much, you won’t reg-“

“However,” he interrupted. “If there are any major incidents while she is under your care, then you will be punished.”

“Major- incidents-?” Eliza squeaked.

“Mm. Keep her safe until her eighteenth birth without any major incidents, and you’ll have done a good job and will be able to watch over her till she passes away. If you don’t,”

He gave her a look, and suddenly the fog was back. No, it wasn’t fog. It was a thunderstorm, with hail too. Thick, suffocatingly thick, all consuming. She could feel the hail beating down on her, her wings failing, herself falling, spiraling into the ocean below-

“Eliza.”

She flinched, rubbed her eyes. The Director was smiling again, up and next to her, hand outstretched.

“Don’t worry, I’m confident in your abilities.” he chuckled, pulling her up.

“Th-thank you-“ she rasped, trying to banish the feeling of the hail.

“Now, here you go.”

He handed her a key, brightly glowing in her palm.

“This is a key to the door to Earth,” the Director explained. “I trust that you’ll use it responsibly, only going to Earth when absolutely necessary.”

“I will-“ She sputtered.

“Good!” He clapped her back, then lead her out of the office. “Good luck!”

As the door slammed behind Eliza, she winced, then looked down at herself. She didn’t... feel any different. Guardian Angels always seemed to glow a bit brighter, smiles a bit kinder-

“Eliza!”

It was Risk, huffing and puffing as she landed, eyes still wide. “Oh! You look- Different..”

“I do?” Eliza frowned. “I don’t feel any different...”

Risk gasped, clapping her hands and pouting to her uniform. “You’re a guardian Angel! Oh goodness, is that for that girl? Darcy or something?”

“I am?!” Eliza yelped. “And her name is Dayra, not Darcy-“

She looked down at herself again, then back at Risk. Her cousin was still wide eyed, hands clasped together.

A small smile came to Eliza face, then grew. She let out a delighted laugh, then spun, hugging the files and the key to her chest.

“I did it! Oh Dayra, don’t you worry! I’ll make sure you’ll never get hurt again!”

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Agape

Pairing: OC x OC, Eliza x Dayra

Synopsis: One rule broken leads to so much.

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Part One

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Earth wasn’t fair.

There was monsters in the skin of men, pure ones in the skin of monsters. There were victims everywhere, hunters and prey. Those who hunted the hunters.

A system had been set up, long before the first man took his first breath. And as the first child came into the world, the first guardian angel watched them from Heaven, the home of all angels.

But not all angels were pure. Not all were good, virtuous, or cared about the humans they were assigned to.

The system remained though, as there were punishments that even the most careless angel wouldn’t laugh at.

But then one did. And so devils were created. But that’s how the world works, right? Good and bad, all mixed together.

And in Heaven, there was one particular angel that we will focus on.

Eliza. Hair the color of fire, bright crystal blue eyes and rich brown skin. She was sweet, gentle, and cared.

She was also young.

And she wasn’t a guardian Angel. Instead, she was a filer, in charge of putting away the files of a small group of people. One and the hundreds of filers. She was faceless in the crowd. She would need a miracle to ever be more than what she was assigned to.

But perhaps, dear reader, you’ve forgotten that she lived in Heaven. And in Heaven, miracles were abundant.

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It was one file in particular, that caught Eliza’s eye. A young girl, scarcely seven years old. Her picture was worn and her blue eyes scared. Dayra Sawyer, her name read.

Now, it was an unspoken rule that filers weren’t supposed to read through much of the files, but one peak wouldn’t hurt, right?

And this girl, this small child, she needed help.

So Eliza peeked. A peek turned into a few minutes, then two more pages, then before she knew it, she had read the entire file.

It was horrible. Where the frick was the girls guardian Angel?! The one who was supposed to protect her and watch over her, who was supposed to make sure she lived a happy life?

Where were they?!

Before she knew it, she was flying down the golden hallways, an unfamiliar, hot feeling in her chest. It was tight and burning, and she felt her fists clench.

Was this... what humans called anger?

“Eliza!”

She yanked out of her thoughts, skidding to a hasty stop. “Risk!”

Her “cousin” gave her a concerned look, reaching out her hands. “You look weird! Your face is all scrunched up, looks kinda scary.”

She blinked, touching her face. “Scary? That’s... well you wouldn’t believe what I read!”

The burning feeling came back tenfold as she opened Dayras file, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t believe what she’s gone through. What kind of guardian Angel would-“

“You read the file?” Risk interrupted, eyes widening. “Eliza! You know we aren’t supposed to do that!”

She paused, file half open. Yes, Risk was correct but...

“I don’t regret it,” Eliza said simply. “I’ll take whatever punishment, but this has to be fixed.”

Risk clicked her tongue. “Eliza... I love that you care, but you know that’s one case out of thousands-“

“And maybe I can help!” She bit back. “Yes, it’s one case, but if I take this to the Director I’m sure that-“

A sharp laugh interrupted them. They both jumped, spinning around.

“Come on rule breaker,” It was a guardian Angel. “Oh, you’ll see the Director alright. Follow me.”

“Wait- dont-“ Risk sputtered, eyes wide.

She grabbed Eliza’s hand, but the older angel had already squared her shoulders and stifled her trembling.

“Thank you.” she smiled.

The guardian Angel grinned back. “No problem. Now let’s go.”

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Uhhh.... Bella’s hair... very cute... boing.... -Morgan

Everything??? Why do I have to pick one everything about Dayra is adorable! Hmm... I guess I especially love when her eyes light up when she’s really happy! -Eliza

Why are you asking me this.

....Kiraslittleyawnsarefuckingadorable -Tasse

TEDDY AS A WHOLE IS CUTE I REFUSE TO PICK ONE THING -Risk

I’m sorry you want me to pick one??? One adorable thing about Ash??? How can you expect me to pick one thing??! Their hair is so soft and cute, their smiles are an adorable blessing, when they cling it’s the cutest thing in the world and their little pours and- *gets tackled by Morgan* -August

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*clears throat as well* 👀👀👀

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

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A small Tasse and Risk interaction lol

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Some memes for y’all

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Never wake Morgan up from a nap.

One, because her “naps” are just falling asleep for ten minutes because she hasn’t been sleeping for a week straight and is burnt out.

Two, she panics. She’s a restless sleeper, never lets herself really sleep, due to tears of being in the underground business.

She always wakes up panicking, eyes wide, blinking away a poor semblance of sleep as quick as she can.

Not that she’ll ever let anyone know. It’s a miracle that she hasn’t kicked Eliza out of bed, probably because Eliza isn’t a cuddler.

Wake Morgan up from a nap, and you’ll get a freaked out, terrified Morgan chasing after you thinking you’re trying to hurt her.

So for your safety and her mental health, don’t ever wake Morgan up from a nap.

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ASJFBSLFBRBEVSVLQCQ

I LOVE IT ITS SO HECKING SOFT

Ya got August’s mannerisms down to a fuckin science GOD ITS SO CUTE

HEART THUMPING AND THAT MOMENT WHERE HES WAITING FOR ASHS GIFT

NERVOUS BUT SMILING INSIDE AND I GUARANTEE YOU THAT HE WENT RED AND SMOOCHED ASH BACK

MATCHINGPJS HELL YEAH

I love this so much thank thank you!!!

Christmas Heart

This is my gift to you @slytherin1318

You've really made my year so much better, and i just wanted to give you something to look at and feel happy!

So here, is the very first (of probably many) Ash x August fic~

I adore you, hun. Merry Christmas~

[Read Here on AO3]

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♡  No Strings Detached, a Mystic Messenger Fanzine  ♡

Hello reviving Mystic Messenger fandom, we’re happy to announce the introduction of No Strings Detached, a Mystic Messenger Fanzine focusing around custom MC’s and their relationship with canon Mystic Messenger characters. Links in blog description, please check out the carrd for more information!  Reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

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I'm just here to send you all love~

Thanks..??? -Morgan

🥺💗💗💗 Thank you Bee! I hope you and Dayra and everyone else are having a wonderful day! ^^ -Eliza

Ok? -Tasse

WE LOVE U TOO -Risk

Thank you darling, it’s much appreciated. 💗💗💗 -August

Oh, uh, thank you ^^ -Kendi

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93 fun OC asks because why not

Basics:

1. What is their gender? 

2. What is their sexuality?

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger?  Which sibling are they the closest with? 

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

6. What would they give their life for?

7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet?

8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

10. What are some of their talents/skills? 

11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be? 

12. How old are they? When is their birthday?

13. What do they do for fun?

14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it?

15. What was something their parents taught them?

16. Are they religious?

17. Where were they born? 

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? 

19. What is their occupation?

20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them? 

Personality:

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality?

22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality?

23. Do they get lonely easily?

24. Do you know their MBTI type?

25. What is their biggest flaw?

26. Are they aware of their flaws?

27. What is their biggest strength? 

28. Are they aware of their strengths?

29. How would they describe their own personality?

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

32. What is their self esteem like?

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives? 

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

38. What do others admire most about their personality?

39. What does their happily ever after look like?

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?

Physical Profile:

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh? 

42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance?

43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance?

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars?

45. How would they describe their own appearance?

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

47.  What’s their pain tolerance like?

48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos?

49. Do they have any piercings?

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

51. What is their height? Weight?

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone?

54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle?

55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers?

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)

57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin?

58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute?

59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF?

60. Describe the way they sleep. 

Environment: 

61. Which season is their favorite season?

62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others?

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily?

65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick?

66. Where do they live? Do they like it there?

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality?

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality?

70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets?

71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

72.  Would they rather have stability or comfort?

73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors?

74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms? 

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

76. How organized are they?

77. What is their most prized possession?

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend? 

79. What is their economic situation?

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Miscellaneous:

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood?

82. What is their handwriting like?

83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim?

84. Which deadly sin do they represent best?

85. Do they believe in ghosts?

86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays?

87. What is something they regret?

88. Do they have an accent?

89. What is their D&D alignment?

90. Are they right or left handed?

91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said?

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So I drew these a few weeks ago but then promptly forgot to post them anyways here y’all go:

Demon!Unknown for all my fellow Saeran simps

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40 OC Development Questions - Part 2

My previous 40 question ask game has been picking up notes again, and you know what? I love making up these questions so much that I made more. Because why not.

Have some uncommon questions to help with developing your original characters! Feel free to send in some asks with some numbers–pick an oc, or I’ll pick randomly~

How does your character sleep? Peacefully, fitfully? What position do they sleep in? What is their typical bedding like?

Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one?

How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

How does your oc view housework? Do they absolutely hate it? Do they enjoy having their surroundings neat and tidy or do they not notice?

Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?

What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?

How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?

Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?

Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?

How skilled at lying is your oc? How frequently do they lie? For what reason? What situations would be the exception?

What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?

Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?

If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?

If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be? Does this match their favourite food?

How prepared is your oc? Ready for the worst no matter what, or completely lost in every situation? Would they have a medkit when it was needed? Would they have an umbrella if it rains?

How charitable is your oc? Or are they more stingy with their resources and money?

If someone was describing your oc to someone who had never met them, what distinguishing features would they mention? How would one identify your oc in a crowd?

Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?

What is your oc’s stamina like? Would they be able to run a marathon, or not run at all? What about walking/another physical activity? How are they with exercise in general?

How long can your oc stay focused on one task before they get bored? Do they constantly have to switch things up or do they hyperfocus? What sort of things is it the opposite for?

What is the most annoying sound to your oc? What’s the most pleasant? Is there any reason?

What smells bring back specific memories to your oc? What are those memories like?

How jumpy or easily spooked is your oc? Do they have a fight or flight reflex to being startled, or are they never startled at all?

How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?

How flexible is your oc? Can they touch their toes or do they have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff they are?

What is your oc’s typical walking like? Do they speed-walk everywhere, do they take quick short steps or long paces? On their tiptoe, the sides or heels of their feet? How loud are their footsteps?

If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.)

What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

Describe your oc’s favourite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?

What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

How stubborn is your oc? Are they easily convinced of the opposite opinion, do they not agree but let it happen anyways? Or do they cause conflicts with their inability to budge in their decisions?

How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?

What signs tell that your oc is nervous? Do they fidget, is it in their expression or the way they say things? Or are they very skilled at hiding it?

How superstitious your oc? Do they end up following them ‘just in case’? Or are superstitions incredibly important to your oc? What are some that they believe? What about the ones they don’t?

Are there any habits your oc has picked up from people around them? Do they know where they’re from? Does your oc try to stop themselves from doing it?

[mysticsitcom]

Morgan

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@fairylightsandthings 👀

tag the oc who would result in the most discourse if your ocs had an extremely popular fandom on tumblr

[mysticsitcom]

Morgan: Hell no. I mean, it’s technically possible, but she’s gonna have to see a DNA test before she does anything.

Eliza: Nope, nope, nope. She never gave birth, and the only possible father would be her ex, and that did not happen so nope. She will, however, after a brief panic attack, escort the kid back home.

Tasse: Straight up tells the kid no. Not possible. They’ve never had sex of donated sperm, so not possible.

Risk: See above for facts. Gets the kid home, but will be more than happy to be the kids aunt.

August: Panics for a second then remembers he’s AFAB and then calms down. Calls the parents guardians and sorts it out, again, more than happy to be some sort of uncle to the kid if they want.

Kendi: Kendi.exe has stopped working. Legitimate panic because they’re AMAB, and it’s pretty possible that this really is their kid. They’ll find the kids parent and sort it out. If they are the parent? Well, they’ll figure it out with Saeran and the rest of the RFA.

If it’s possible, how would your OC react at being confronted with a child claiming to be theirs?