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tiana armstrong‌.

Tiana would have send an e-mail or at least made some posters to let the town know of the Annual Armstrong gumbofest, she still needed to work on the name. But she would have to do it old school. “I don’t know what coco-moo is but I promise this might be yummier?”, she offered the annoyed brunette a bowl. “Gumbo is a seafood dish, kind of a soup but a bit thicker. it has vegetables and a little spicy kick. Oh, and you can eat it with bread if you’d like. There’s also lemonade and tea or water”. 

" you don’t need to know what it is, “ the words fell quickly from shego’s lips, showing no hesitation in a flash of horror — she did not need for this abomination to become a thing others were interested in, “ it’s vile, that’s all one’s got to know. “ and the one time she had tried it? she was still convinced happened because she had been brainwashed. there was no other possible explanation. her irritation softened then, changing into the smallest hint of confusionn displaying on her face. “ and why would you give it away for free? what’s wrong with it? “

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peter pan.

    Peter laughed, shaking his head. “Shego, lemme remind you that you and I define fun differently.” He pointed out, making a wild gesture with his hand. What Shego wasn’t saying was ­ evident for him, and so— “Survival doesn’t mean death. I’m not barbaric.” He reasoned. That was true enough. Besides, it was all hypothetical. “Me? Naw, I’m the game-master. The M to Bond.” It didn’t seem right to insert himself into a game (again, hypothetical, okay), play a part and be the ultimate survivor. “I’m to assume if you’d consider participating in this game—you’d be the sole survivor, supreme leader?” He smirked, watching Shego.

" — and thank god, we do !! " his laughter was matched with a smile of her own as she had to agree with his assumption: their taste – in fun, as well as presumably anything else – must be the polar opposites from one another, and in a rather simple truth, she was glad. " otherwise, my ( hypothetical ) ' first step to success ' beach resort vacation would be ruined. " the mere thought of having to share her vacation? it already made shego shiver with irritation. “ you want to be the game-master? “ the tip of her tongue clicked against her gum, weighted with the need to say she’d have expected him to want more of a leading role in his own game and silenced by the realisation that she supposed he couldn’t have any more of leading role than the game master. “ what’s your plan then, M? what’s the prize? “ there had to be something enticing to catch people’s interests, to make anyone take their place in his game to begin with. “ yes, i would win  — what a question !! i always do. “ 

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gogo tomago‌.

Scooping up the ball of fluff into her arms, Gogo feigned disappointment at the feline, though she was just relieved that he hadn’t gotten any further. To those that didn’t know her well (and even some that did), Gogo tended to come across as a stoic person. But when her pet was involved, she practically melted. “Yes, sadly. It was his yearly check-up and he was due for some.”

an understanding nod was shego’s answer, sympathetic to the cat, of course, and in ( what some would call ) a shocking twist to her pitch black heart, she felt for the other’s position just as well. “ that is the entire reason why i would always force my brothers to take ours. she still hates hego, and still loves me the most — it’s the right way around, really. is your home far? i can take you in the car before someone starts another escape..? consider it a free uber. “

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peter pan.

    Peter anticipated that from Shego, an immediate answer. If it was another person, there might have been a pause-then-hesitance. “Smooth segue, your royal villainy.” He praised, chuckling. Seriously? A resort without kids then Sunnyside domination. “Pay and hire a brilliant scientist to create a zombie virus as well as an antidote. Then, hire someone to release the virus, airborne. This will go on for 30 days.” He decided, shrugging a shoulder. “That or similar to Battle Royale, survival of the fittest.”

“ it’s what i am known for. “ her shoulders lifted into the indication of a shrug, careless of his reaction – or rather, careless to whether or not her plan had the pan stamp of approval — and yet, the stretch of her lips, curling ever so slightly, ever so slyly, at the nickname. she could easily get used to being supreme. " and you want to destroy the world? " she summarised, her own reaction lacking of anything and everything. she was surprised, truth be told — could it be? a voice of evil speaking out of Peter Pan himself? or was it really just a child's answer? the thought of the world turning into one of the ' fun ' video games you fled into, because the real world didn't match the supposed heroism of the main character single-handedly surviving and rescuing others from the gruesome ‘ you’re dead ‘ screen. " wouldn't that kill at least half of your little friends group? " she asked, generous as never with her assumption that it would only be half. " or are you supposed to be ‘ the fittest ‘? ” genuine ( mocking ) amusement sounded in her voice at the mere thought of him being the survivor of it all.

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Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

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leiko tomago.

“Kimchi, get back here!” Gogo called after her cat, practically sprinting after him until she reached the ball of white fluff. “Sorry about that, he normally doesn’t run off. Guess someone’s still upset that he had to go to the vet yesterday,” she said, scooping him up in her arms.

the soft gentleness of a feline meandering around her legs had – in a shocking twist to anyone who knew and the indelible fire of annoyance in her heart – never bothered shego. instead, a smile and a genuine one at that, lacking all mock and mischief, tugged at the corners of her lips. “ rightfully so, i have to assume, “ she actually quipped, “ an injection, was it? “

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perrie bell.

                   ❝ –OOF, ❞ perrie huffed, hauling herself up the last step, all but dragging shego’s hefty commission behind her. of course, she had been painfully careful to protect the painting in her cross-town trek to deliver it– not once did even the corner of the canvas brush the pavement. gingerly, she set it down now, and braced one hand on her knee while she caught her breath. she wondered, momentarily bitter, if the whole point of this monstrous commission was simply to make perrie slave and suffer just trying to get it here. she wouldn’t put something like that past shego– it was twisted. 

                   but perrie always wanted to believe the best about people, even someone like shego– and so she filed away all her doubts, and all the doubts she’d nursed since shego had hired her; smoothed the fly-aways of her silvery ponytail ( entirely in vain ); and worked on a smile, and knocked. at first, she heard nothing at all. sweat began to prickle under her arms. was this a joke? maybe, actually, the whole point had been to make perrie struggle and suffer with a giant painting, just to deliver it to a fake address. but then, she heard a heavy sort of thudding, growing louder– footsteps. sweat was beading on perrie’s forehead now. all at once, the door flung open, and shego stood to greet her, dressed only in a towel, face ablaze with anger. perrie’s jaw dropped in surprise– the smile forgotten.

                    the chaos that greeted her was hard to process– shego yelling, in only a towel, the room behind her littered with soggy things. even when the yelling stopped, and shego seemed to realize her mistake ( imagine that! ), and was inviting her inside, almost humbly– perrie couldn’t yet process what was happening. finally, she closed her mouth, and, with a lot of effort but the careful grace of practice, hoisted the painting up by it’s top corners, side-shuffling her way into shego’s home, trying to focus only on the steps she was taking, trying not to ogle at the fancy and upscale things shego owned, scanning for a place to prop the canvas. she decided to lean it against the back of the couch, and then allowed herself a moment to lean there, too. 

                    ❝ UH– i’m sorry, ❞ she started, awkwardly, not entirely sure why she was apologizing. ❝ i guess i should’ve called first. i just thought you’d have remembered. ❞ perrie grimaced, reflecting on the hours upon hours she had poured into shego’s commission. but then, quickly, she fixed it into a smile. she still feared that angry shego could return at any moment.

embarrassment had never suited her well, traversed by the heat of irritation — irritation not always sparked by the other but being processed onto them nonetheless. she hated being wrong, she hated being in the constraint of making a mistake she would, no doubt, mock someone else for. admittedly, others rarely did — like perrie, they accepted the possibility of human kind being capable of making mistakes, even shego wobakoff, the dragon who spat fire at everyone who dared inconvenience her. only in rare cases like this one, she would surrender to admit it might have been her fault.

she waited with a ( for a change ) impolite patience, watching the other woman struggle with the size of her painting, eyes narrowing at the distance between the piece of art, the ground, the ceiling, the door frame, and only losing some of her unnecessary scepsis – after all, she knew the painting had made it unharmed thus far. after all, she knew perrie would have some sort of technique – but it was in her nature to add the difficulty of her piecing gaze following every last move of your muscles.

the door was shut behind her guest a little more forcefully than it was perhaps necessary, the loud whisper, the silent yell of ‘ you’re trapped now ‘ with her in a room which spoke just as clearly about the difficulty that was pleasing her, about the strict eye she had for... apparently everything. “ i did remember, “ she pointed out, following the other with large steps, “ i remembered too late, i’ll admit, but i am here — no harm done !! “ 

her arms crossed in front of her chest, eyes flickering across the covered painting. “ give me a minute. “ and she disappeared in her bedroom, figuring she might as well put some proper clothes on. “ what did you think, by the way? “ she called, the slyness of a smile sounding in the nuance of her voice. the commission, while being a genuine one, had been a bit of a trap — a portrait of a woman who looked remarkably like her, could easily seem like her for anyone who did not have the chance to compare, and shego never specified whether the picture she sent perrie was or wasn’t her.

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tiana armstrong‌.

Father’s Day had already passed,  and Tiana had been too busy with work to acknowledge it. But today, she could rest, so she did what she always did on Father´s Day after her Pops had passed. “Free Gumbo!”, she yelled, opening the Armstrong’s door. Her Dad always said to share happiness and there was no other way to honor him than making his special gumbo and her Momma’s bread. “Come get it while it’s hot”. 

irritation was written loud and clear on the features of shego’s face as she turned, quite literally, on her heels to look at the person who’d disturbed the peacefulness of strangers walking past each other without as much as a greeting, without daring even to make eye contact. “ what on earth is gumbo?! “ she asked, somehow growing more irritated by herself not know than the other, “ if it’s yet another word for coco-moo – “ the word alone had her seethe, “ –someone’s going to get hurt !! “

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cara heart.

Shego.  Now she had her shit together.  Cara put up what she thought was a good face, but Shego’s superiority was real.  She stood up with her back straight and tossed her hair over her shoulder.  “Way to make assumptions,” Cara retorted, measuring her breathing carefully.  “Maybe I just like walking without getting whip lash every time I turn the corner.  It feels like everyone in town is half blind.”  A generalization to mark that she wasn’t mad at Shego, but a vague ‘everyone.’  That ought to save this interaction.

the way her eyebrows rose in the ever obvious colour of mock and her lips curled into the sharpness of one of her smiles, spoke eons about shego's opinion about the other. truth be told, she didn't have much of one but everyone she did not like ( and those were only a handful few ) she despised with all the acid poison in her heart. " or maybe they just don't care? " she suggested, her smile adopting a shade of sweetness in the rightful impression that she was one of them. " i don't remember you being much of a queen of the gentle heart..? or are you only worried about your own sake? "

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peter pan.

    Peter skipped on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day for a reason. And that suits him just fine. I don’t need parents were his usual spiel, some might say it’s an excuse. And now—just now—a day after Father’s day, while scrolling through his Insta feed every other post is still about… “Jeez, are you kidding me?” He muttered to himself, even his parkour buddies posted pictures with their dads. Nope, he’s not liking any of these posts. Time for an instantaneous distraction.

    “What would you do if money was no object,” he began, looking at the person to the side; “If you’re sitting on five hundred million dollars in an account?” @sunnysidestarters

" i would go on vacation, " shego replied with no hesitation whatsoever as if having been prepared for the question — and honestly? when was she ever not prepared? " to a beach resort without children, with a spa and an attractive masseur, and a bar and then... i guess i would take over sunnyside..? after all, you have to start somewhere. " her gaze flickered across the other, sceptical as ever and admittedly, not exactly interested in what childish ideas he could have, but she supposed she could ask anyway. maybe he would surprise her. " you? "

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thomas o’malley‌.

Though Thomas did love walking around town or hopping rides off the backs of trucks, even he had to admit that it’d be nice to have his own ride. Now that he had the dirty money to afford it, he found himself at a local dealership a few weeks prior, taking riding classes and working on earning his license. Now he could ride his new to him Harley wherever he wanted. He smirked to himself as he pulled up onto the curb, loving the looks and the attention he was getting. He took off his sunglasses and helmet, catching eyes with someone and flashing a playful wink. “You goin’ my way?” He asked playfully, gesturing towards his new bike. “Whatcha think?”

a bright spark of amusement immediately illuminated shego’s green eyes, a sharp smile stretching across her lips at the sight of thomas and his shiny ( presumably ) new bike. “ i think you are a driving cliché, “ she replied, gleeful mock sounding in every nuance of her voice, “ a harley?  r e a l l y ? the mid-life crisis is coming a little early, is it? “ she breathed out a laugh, stepping around the vehicle to give it an once over. “ i’m surprised you don’t have a young chick, stuck in the constant mood and loop of spring break, on the rack already — i always thought that belonged to the ‘ losing control of my life ‘ starter pack. “ 

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ron stopppable.

Shego had always seen him - which, in itself was kind of rare as he had always been the forgettable one. His own teachers forgot his name well until the end of the year, his parents would sometimes forget him in the grocery store when he was the only child, and most of his acquaintances from high school pretended they remembered him - but usually didn’t. No - Shego had always remembered his name and had, scarily, always seen his deepest desire. To be remembered. To be the hero of the story instead of the sidekick. To be the first picked. He didn’t want to be the secretary forever and she knew that. God - why did she know that? Was he that obvious? If he was, then why couldn’t other people see that? “Okay.” He groaned, tossing his Bueno Nacho in the nearest trash bin. The last thing he needed was to drop melted cheese in Shego’s car. “No - no - it’s cool. I’ll message her when I get home…” (if he was getting home, that is). He opened the passenger door and slumped down in her seat, trying to avoid eye contact. “So um…what about Hego? I mean, how the hell am I supposed to help?” 

a tint of perhaps a little premature triumph tugged at the corners of shego’s lips in the form of a mischievous smile. she had always had an eye for the weaknesses of others, taught to find soft spots to pierce her ever sharply filed fingernails in by a competitive collection of brothers and trained in the years she’d spent studying children to notice the wounds which would undeniably have their impact through no matter what development. it wasn’t difficult to notice how, in the years shego had already despised princess possible in, no one quite seemed to notice the less dynamic part of the duo. “ hego– “ the name was spoken in an exasperated sigh, her exhaustion underlined by the rather harsh closing of her door, “ –is working on a side project, including his younger brothers and the ridiculous company name ‘ team go ‘. “ her eyes glanced at ron, sceptically wandering over his figure slouched in her expensive car seats as though his presence threatened to destroy them — the nachos, however, were gone, she noticed with an arch of a single eyebrow ( she would’ve expected greater resistance on that one ) but refused to acknowledge it otherwise. instead, she started the car, finding the perfect excuse to staring of nonchalantly as she talked about her infuriating family by looking at the street. “ the company is directly threatening mine ( or drakken’s, if you will ). “ either way, her job was at stakes. “ but i happen to know hego loves the bueno nacho, enough to focus – if anything was to happen to it – “ there was a suggestive tone in her voice, her gaze briefly flickering to stoppable. “ –he would focus on that  — that’s where i want your help. “

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perrie bell.

@pixiic

high heels had been thrown aggressively into the corner of her living room, a dripping coat spread across a white armchair and wet patches where shego’s feet had stepped left behind on the marbled floor, leading towards the bathroom where the young woman stood, still soaked from head to toe in ice cold sea water. it had been a rough day, to say the least, and her nerves had long thinned into non-existence. all she wanted to do was ( technically illegal, and thus she had to be, once again, content with the second best option; ) taking a bath — which, as any terrible day like this one would have it, was of course disturbed before she could as much as dip a toe into it. grabbing a towel to help her state at least the tiniest bit, she walked back to the door, opening it with an immediate attitude; a brightly burning sharpness lacing her features as well as the tip of her tongue. “ what?! “ she spat, annoyance filling her voice and the loud bang of the door smacking against the wall only underlined her anger, “ what can possibly be important enough to– “ the words got caught in her throat, the ( finally processed ) sight of perrie evidently startling her — at least, until everything made sense. “ we were appointed for today..? “ it wasn’t a question and yet, the disbelief that she had forgotten something made it sound like one. shego’s jaw pressed together, admittedly playing with the thought of simply throwing the door shut again and telling perrie to come another time. the painting, however – not exactly small in size ( least of all compared to the petite flower who had had to carry it ) and painted just for her – had shego decide otherwise. “ come on in then !! please, don’t mind the chaos and avoid the puddles !! “

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alice liddell.

“I have always wanted to host a huge sleepover but I fear no one would come. I’ve always wanted to sit by the fire and tell scary stories like failed first dates and all that. Would you come to a slumber party if I hosted it? Snacks and tea would be provided.”

“ would i victimise myself, you mean, to suffer through the unnecessary torment that is listening to the irrelevance of someone else’s first dates and cheap wannabe romance novel moments? — no. “ her shoulders lifted into a gentle shrug, eyes flickering ( judgmental as ever and truth be told, after such question maybe even more ) over the other, “ have you ever thought about joining the girl scouts? you can do just the same and, even better, you can point a flashlight at your face and these little girls will find anything you say actually scary. “

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elsa arendelle.

@ofsnowandhacks

a smile stretched across shego’s lips as soon as the door in front of her was opened, one hand lifting to accentuate the two extra large to-go cups she was balancing in a holder. “ i have a strawberry smoothie for you, the rest of the day off and– “ she smiled, the other hand lifting to point sharply filed fingernails together, creating only a small, small, small space between them. “ –a teeny-weeny tiny favour to ask — i have also called the local cinema and ordered some popcorn for the real ‘ movie flare ‘ which should arrive soon enough, and i have subscribed to about every movies / series / media website on the planet; you’re free to choose whatever you want !! pretty please, let me in? “