#its a shitass title

[medic-simp]

Just A Fraction - Mild Smut

Silco x Reader Anxiety Attack Comfort

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || WC: 2497 Content Warnings: Anxiety/Panic Attack, Comforting Anxiety/Panic Attack, Mild Smut

Context: Within the tempting offer of a work-free evening, Silco suggests he and his partner, Ezra, get comfortable (in a sexy way). Struggling with negative experiences from the past, Ezra is struck by a panic attack and Silco, being the gentleman he is, walks her through it.

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“Hello, princess,” Silco hummed, a cunning grin plastered onto his face. He was standing in front of his desk, leaning back onto it with his hands, one leg crossed in front of the other. Ezra had only just walked into the room after being called up by Sevika, but she wasn’t surprised in the least. Unable to hide the growing smile on her face, she closed the door and sauntered forward. Silco pushed off the desk to meet her halfway, one hand going to her waist and the other to hold her jaw. “I see you didn’t need me for anything work-related,” Ezra pointed out, and Silco confirmed with a kiss, just a quick peck on the cheek. “I don’t have any meetings, errands, or work to catch up on this evening,” he said, peppering more kisses on Ezra’s face. “I’m wondering if you’d like to…” Silco ventured to her neck, licking and kissing eagerly. “Perhaps spend some time together?”

Ezra lifted her hands, one locking fingers onto Silco’s vest and the other holding the base of his head, brushing the short, trimmed hair there and pressing him further into her neck. She found it hard to form a response with Silco sucking bruises on her skin that she would no doubt later have to hide with a turtleneck, but she managed. “I would like that,” she whispered, tightening her hold on Silco’s vest. She could feel him smile against her as he continued to litter her jaw, neck, and collarbone with kisses and bites.

“Tell me if anything is wrong,” he said, kneading Ezra’s sides with thin fingers. She nodded, but Silco didn’t seem to like that very much. He pulled away. “Words, lovely,” he whispered. “I need words.” His thumb pressed into Ezra’s lower lip with the slightest pressure, forming a small pout. Ezra waited for Silco to move his hand before she spoke. “I will tell you if something is wrong,” she confirmed, earning an approving grumble from Silco. “Good girl,” he growled before diving back into Ezra’s neck.

Uneven teeth bit against the hickeys on her skin, hands clutching her hips tightly as he pulled her against him. Ezra was guided backwards until she was pressed against the door, Silco’s lips pressing hungrily against hers. She could do nothing but hold him, left arm going around the back of his neck - careful not to touch with her hand - and right hand holding the scarred side of his face. 

Soon, Silco was back at her neck and collarbone, letting his hands venture up Ezra’s shirt. She felt the pads of his fingers inching up her stomach, reaching for her breasts and suddenly became very aware of how close he was to her, of how his hands had pushed past the protective barrier of her clothes. A breath caught in her lungs at the thought of invasion and she exhaled shakily, making a feeble attempt to physically swallow her rushing heart rate, quickly becoming much more scared than excited. She tried to calm herself but every breath she took was too short, it didn’t satiate the sudden burning need for air. Her mind swam, something wasn't right, the sudden feeling of being in danger was consuming her.

Everything happened too fast, Ezra’s breath quickened before she finally gasped for air, her hands pushing against Silco’s chest. Silco was off in less than a second, hands retracting as he backed away from Ezra, giving her space. Her hands clutched her chest as if clawing her lungs through her skin and bones would make them work properly.

“I can't-'' she wheezed, pulse pounding in her ears and air thinly escaping her. “I can’t breathe.” Silco’s eyes widened with panic and he carefully approached Ezra, guiding her to the sofa nearby. She sat down, hands shaking like she were her own high-magnitude earthquake and legs trembling just as much. Tears were streaming down her face and Silco took one of Ezra’s hands in his, her other hand holding tight onto the front of her shirt, the fabric heaving up and down with her panicked sobs. “3-3-3 rule, remember?” Silco said, thumbs brushing over the back of her hand. “Three things you hear.” Ezra closed her eyes and exhaled out slowly, shakily, her breath uneven as it passed her lips. “Your breathing,” she started, nodding slowly as if to encourage herself and Silco nodded with her, but she didn’t see it. Ezra thought for a moment. “I hear skin.” Again unseen, Silco looked down where his hands soothed hers, the gentle caress producing a brushhh sound. “Good, very good,” Silco praised. Ezra swallowed again but a sob broke it, resulting in an unceremonious snort. She laughed at the sound but that broke too, leading to another pathetic noise. “I can hear my tinnitus,” she finished, opening her eyes to Silco’s gentle smile. Her heart was still pounding but it was less overwhelming, not as frantic. Her fingers loosened on her shirt and she lowered that hand to let Silco take hold of it.

“Now three things you see,” Silco said, and Ezra looked around the dimly-lit office. Her eyes flickered back and forth between a few items, picking the more vague, simple things to focus on to keep her still rapid breathing out of her immediate thoughts. “The bookshelf.” Silco nodded, observing the bookshelf and then Ezra’s hands, not shaking so badly. “The stained glass window.” Ezra took a deep breath in and then out, the task much easier than before. “The floor.” Letting the words leave felt like a relief, the completed second step out of three.

“Good,” Silco praised again, his hands leaving Ezra’s. “Now move three parts of your body,” Silco instructed, and Ezra adhered. She lifted her hand and rotated the joint of her wrist, stretched out her legs, and rolled her shoulders back. Silco smiled at her, the awkward gesture seeming to question her state of mind. “Better,” she said, answering the unspoken query. Silco nodded, his eyes falling to Ezra’s hands as he took them again.

“What was the trigger?” he asked, his slight accent peeking through more prominently when he said the word ‘what’. Ezra looked at Silco for a moment, hesitating before she answered. “Your hand in my shirt,” she said weakly, drying her eyes with the sleeves of her shirt and returning her hand to Silco’s. She didn’t really want to let go of him, he felt like her grounding rock at that moment, like she would drift off if she let go for too long. “At least I think it was.” She didn’t think that, she knew, but the almost ashamed look on Silco’s face made her not want to be sure that’s what it was. Was there any way to convince herself that he knew it wasn’t his fault ever?

“I’m sorry,” he said, and Ezra was quick to cut him off. “Please don't apologize, it's not your fault.” Her words rushed out as she tried to push down the guilt flooding her chest, shaking her head as if to physically dismiss the anxiety. Silco lifted a hand and wiped away a stray tear from Ezra’s cheek, his hand lingering for a moment before he brought it back to his lap. “I was moving too fast,” he said. Ezra made to speak up but Silco shushed her with a small twitch of his lips. She didn’t know how he did that; it shocked her to say the least, but she didn’t think too hard about it. “I should have asked before doing something like that.” Silco’s heterochromatic eyes seemed to pierce Ezra’s soul. He was more serious than she wanted him to be.

“It's fine,” Ezra assured, giving Silco’s hands a reassuring squeeze. “I’m sorry it was so out-of-nowhere, we can try again if you want.” She had meant for the suggestion to sound a bit more cheery than it ended up coming out as, and her weak smile probably didn’t do much to help convince Silco that she was fine.

The kingpin himself seemed uncomfortable with the suggestion. “I think we should just try picking it up tomorrow.” His voice was hushed, catering to the fact that Ezra was still recovering from her panic attack. She hated how easily he could read her because that meant he knew she was in a fragile state. “No,” she said, it almost sounded like a childish whine. “No I can continue if you want, if you’re still riled up.” Silco looked down. “I’m fine now, everything’s fine,” Ezra whispered. She could hear that lie seep past her lips with no degree of persuasion and it made her cringe internally.

“Don’t think about me and what I might want,” Silco said, seeming to scold Ezra like she was a child. “You’re clearly not ready to do this today. We can try again tomorrow.” What?! Ezra’s brow furrowed, unknowingly by her, and she sputtered to find her words. “Not ready?” She was aware of the almost accusing tone she held, but she was too mad to care. “Do you think I’m not capable of having a sexual relationship or something?” Despite his controlled temperament and calm gaze in the face of Ezra’s frustration, Silco remained firm with his follow-up. “I think you’re perfectly capable of a sexual relationship. But as a result of your prior experiences, you are also perfectly capable of a negative reaction to intimacy.” Silco’s hands shifted to close over one of Ezra’s, holding tightly. “I don’t blame you, nor do I find it annoying. However, you must stop trying to put yourself in a position where you think you’re overreacting, that you’re unjustified, or degrading my experience or enjoyment.” Silco’s eyes still did not leave her. “Do not ever think that your reaction to something like this is not justified.”

Ezra thought for a moment, letting the words sink in. She knew Silco was right, and she knew what he was talking about; trying to act like she was comfortable for other people, worried that her boundaries would inhibit the other party’s pleasure. Ezra felt her shoulders relax, her entire upper body slumping forward just slightly until she gave into the need to hold and be held. She leaned into Silco, wrapping her arms around his familiarly thin waist and burying her face against his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his shirt. She felt her nose burn with oncoming tears but she held them back to the best of her abilities. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” Silco said, one arm folding around Ezra’s middle while the other cradled the back of her head, holding her close to him. “I don’t want you to be concerned with my enjoyment when you’re upset, that’s all,” he whispered, voice lowering with every passing second until all Ezra could hear was his breathing just above her ear. She nodded and the tears she tried so desperately to resist came forward. It felt like they just suddenly flooded out of her eyes, but she couldn’t muster up the words, ‘Sorry for soaking your shirt.’ She doubted Silco would want to hear her say sorry again anyhow.

Ezra let the tears flow once they had started, left with no energy to try to stop them, and eventually she couldn’t tell which was soaked more; her face or Silco’s shoulder. Silco calmed her through it though, running a hand over her back and whispering gentle assurances as she coughed up pitiful sob after pitiful sob.

After some variable amount of time - Ezra didn’t bother to check the clock when she began crying and when she stopped - Ezra pulled off Silco’s shoulder, settling to rest against him. Silco’s hand remained on her back, drawing gentle shapes with his fingers.

“I understand,” he whispered, holding Ezra close to him. She couldn’t help but think in the moment how his arms around her felt like a blanket, gentle and warm. A much needed and much appreciated comfort. “It took me a very long time to be able to trust people with…” He paused, audibly taking a breath. “Within sexual relationships.” Ezra listened quietly, letting Silco be candid in the moment. “And it took me much longer to trust myself,” he admitted, looking down at Ezra with eyes that observed every inch of her. Her brow furrowed in question. “Yourself?” Silco nodded. “I had to learn and trust myself not to push people away.”

Ezra tried not to show it too obviously but she was surprised at how open the kingpin was being, considering the reservation he tended to prefer. Of course she wasn’t complaining, it was uplifting to listen to Silco talk about his emotions, personal thoughts, what goes on in his mind. Ezra highly doubted she would ever know or understand half of what was really in his mind, but just a fraction of all the possible emotion, vulnerability, openness, or trust; that was good enough for her.

“What I’m intending to say is that I sympathize with you.” Silco’s voice was soft, gentle, genuine. “I want you to know that you can take as long as you need to process your emotions or become comfortably intimate with me.” A smile grew on his face, subtle but not entirely unnoticed, and rather sly. “Trust that I’ll be fine. I have working hands that may cater to my fix if need be.” Ezra snorted out a laugh into her hand and she heard Silco breathe out a small chuckle as well.

“You gross old man,” she muttered, sitting up and wiping her face dry. Silco released a sudden, dry cackle, his head cocking back as he laughed. “Don’t be a smartass, lovely. I simply find myself a resourceful individual,” he drawled, leaning forward and kissing Ezra’s forehead. She rolled her eyes. “You’re a horndog,” she jabbed, earning a dismissive shrug from Silco. “A high stress job requires frequent stress relief.” He crossed his arms over his narrow chest, lifting his leg to rest it over his knee.

“Whatever you say,” Ezra breathed, standing up from the sofa and tidying herself, smoothing down her shirt and drying her face once again. Silco huffed out another small laugh, lifting a hand to shoo Ezra out. “If you insist on berating me then go,” he said, plucking a book off a nearby shelf and flipping through the pages. Ezra stalled for a moment with a slight pout hanging on her lips.

“It’s not my intention to offend you but I’ll go regardless,” she said, bringing her hands behind her back and locking her fingers together. “I’ll just go to bed early tonight.” Silco thought for a moment and nodded. “I’ll be there within the next hour or so,” he said, watching as Ezra approached. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, seeing just the slightest of smiles on his face as she turned to walk out.

Just a fraction of all that emotion.

[tiktaaliker]

i swear i keep going thru phases where i get tired of everything everything for a while but then i start thinking about their music again and when i check back it turns out theyve released a fuckton of songs that i become obsessed with again. i cant escape everything everything hell

[soukokumychildren]

Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

[calebwittebane]

people who say philip wittebane isnt interesting personality-wise are outta their minds like. him going through Smelly Ex-Puritan Redditor Who Loves To Appear Pathetic And In Pain (And Also Literally A Serial Killer) -> Ancient Barely-Human-Anymore Spiteful Bitch And A Cosmic Scammer pipeline is one thing, like thats the superficial Mess; where the fun really begins is when you look at how truly emotionally stunted he is i mean theres so much to unpack here... like hes old as balls and yet he never quite developed past the mindset of a 7 year old. like theres genuinely a developmental impact present of a shitty upbringing (im sure caleb did his best but being raised by yr older brother who was also a child who didnt know shit and probably experiencing a ton of horrible shit otherwise doesnt sound great) that philip never really did anything about, never addressed and never worked through. like hes just stuck in one place mentally and emotionally and goals-wise. and stuck recreating what he knew by doing the same thing over and over (creating clones of caleb) expecting different results. like the best he can do is yearn for the few things from his past that were good. he thinks of witch hunts like its a game hes playing and wants to be the specialest boy with the best score getting the coolest title Um Excuse Me Its Witch Hunter General.

(lmao the way he got to actually pretend to be a little kid in hollow mind, he was having SO much fun doing that. it came so naturally to him. really committed to the bit to the point where you wonder if its even a bit. the answer is no its not a bit although when it was time to be a big boy again and see the look on their faces that too was sooo fun to him. he TRULY was vibing in that episode like he was having SO much fun its horrible)

but those things were long ago and he has a skewed image of them and the way he recreates them is extremely imperfect too. he leans into his childish selfish urges without thinking. he wants the copies of caleb to be “improved” by which he means he wants them to be the caring, patient, protective caleb who always had time for him and who was endlessly dedicated to him (who, i speculate of course but, likely didnt even get to have a childhood of his own because he had to grow up fast to take care of everything and never really got to hang out with his peers - something that hunter’s experience is eerily similar to) that he remembers from his childhood. i mean we dont really know what caleb’s and philip’s entire Attitude Journey towards witches was exactly (yet) but what philip really murdered caleb for, at the core, was moving on and changing and trying to have a life and family of his own, becoming too different from the caleb he had cherished as a source of comfort as a child. caleb changed and grew up and developed aspects of his own life that philip had no access to, and philip couldnt handle that and destroyed him. and then tried to recreate him as exactly what he had wanted him to be. and failed time after time, because no matter how much he tried to prevent it, the grimwalkers too would be their own people and they too would develop into something he couldnt control. and because philip is emotionally 7 years old, he doesnt get it. to him its just a repeating nightmare of caleb Abandoning Him, not something that just like, is part of being a person

and the fucking. shitass little family he created for himself. himself, the collector, and the grimwalker. whichever grimwalker it was at the time. one of so many. himself, his Loyal Not-Brother Whos Always There For Him, and the collector who is his buddy who is also perpetually stuck being a child (i am THINKING about how well they had to have gotten along, i mean they seem very fond of each other up until the betrayal (which again doesnt negate anything, philip is perfectly capable of just throwing people out like hes discarding toys even when he used to be super fond of them. You Know, Like A Child), they had to have been VIBING, im super fascinated by this tbh and wonder if the collector ever got to see philip being childish silly and goofy. we as viewers even get to see bits and moments of philip being childish silly playful and trifling and im like imagining philip just allowing himself to be that all he wants around the collector because Theyre Both Eternal Children). like its literally kid philip’s idea of a perfect family. just he and his eternal buddy and his eternal parentsibling. both being toys he can then discard, or in the case of the grimwalkers abuse and then destroy. Shit Ass Little Family For A Shit Ass Little (6′8 tall) Loser

he doesnt do anything for religious reasons and hes not shown to be bigoted except for his hatred of witches - its like he doesnt get it and never did, because no matter the circumstances children arent born believing what the people around them do, they learn and internalize it from their environment, and he and caleb only really had each other it seems and just kind of observed adults from far away, so what philip Did internalize was this distant idea of witch hunts being something totally cool that earned you ranks and being important and Protected Humanity (also a very nebulous concept). like all of that was abstract and nebulous enough that caleb being the more mature of the two upon actually meeting witches and getting to see the demon realm immediately understands theres nothing to fear or hate and its a beautiful rich world and he can be one of them and start a life there

philip knows how to win games, he knows how to survive no matter what, he knows how to earn sympathy from people, he knows how to lie and steal, he knows how to destroy things and toss them away and take them apart and put them back together. he knows how to run an empire based on arbitrary rules he invented to play into his bigger scheme and final plan. he doesnt know how to have anything genuine without ruining it. he doesnt know how to avoid being an unbelievably cruel creepy sleazy ridiculous insufferable BEAST

like at the end of the day he did this to himself (the imagery of him gradually losing humanity and basically just wearing a person suit to hide that hes pretty much a semi-solid at best is awesome too), and he lost and is in an absolutely pathetic state now all because of his own actions, he ruined COUNTLESS lives; but theres also like, consideration given to how he became this way, how it was a combination of things he couldnt help and growing up in an environment that was cruel and didnt allow him to develop properly - but how that too was not impossible to overcome, and we get proof of that in the show, and he failed to overcome it largely due to his own decisions - and his own actions he committed with full awareness and premeditation. like hes so much more than “villain who is a product of his time” and so much more than “villain who doesnt know any better because Tragic Backstory” and so much more than “villain who is just evil because he is”. hes a great villain ok. so far the most compelling and interesting ive seen in this type of media. icon and legend. invented being horrible. a petri dish of a person, designed to be studied in a lab. cant stand her fake ass *10 seconds later* me and the bestie

[witchymarvelspacecase]

Firebug and Freezer Burn

My entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite​ ‘s 7.7k follower (covid sucks) writing challenge. 

Clearly my time management (and mental health management) is lacking, but I figured I would post this anyway. 

Sorry. 

The pic on the right was my prompt, I added the one on the left.

PLEASE FORGIVE THIS SHITASS TITLE

WC: 3276

Warnings: Fire, cursing, panic, being ill, fluff who the fuck knows

The small suburban neighborhood evening was shattered by the fire engine sirens screaming toward the pillar of fire that had once been a family home. Neighbors who had called 911 huddled outside, speaking to responders as they arrived. The three person family living in the burning house hadn't been seen since the fire started, but as far as anyone knew, they had been at home earlier. The parents had picked up the little girl after school, and returned home like usual. On a normal night, they would have all been in bed by now, if not for the noisy terrier up the street, the fire may have spread farther. Tears burned in throats, and sobs were barely contained as smoke and ash stung sleepy eyes. Lucky. The neighbors were lucky, and they all felt it, the feeling increasing in strength as the minutes ticked by with no sign of the family.

There was practically nothing left of the house now. The supporting structural pieces were still standing, but drywall had been all but disintegrated, leaving an empty shell, filled with smoldering ash. Nothing could have survived a blaze that hot.

An impossible shout came from a firefighter in the house. Firefighters converged on their brother and all blinked in surprise at what they saw. A small body, unconscious but unharmed, wrapped in an equally small blanket. The little girl, she was untouched by fire, though it was clear it had burned through the room around her. Her bed was ash beneath her, and nothing of her room remained standing. She seemed asleep, snoring softly as her dreams went undisturbed by the chaos around her.

The only thing odder still was her skin. It was tinged gray. That could have just been the smoke, if not for the cracks. Like lava creating fissures in soft volcanic stone, lines glowed red-orange all across her skin, visible even underneath her nightgown. The stunned firemen didn’t seem to know how to react, but one of the EMTs on sight already had their phone up to their ear, 

“Phil, you need to get here. There’s someone you’re gonna want to see.”

...Years Later

Having been raised by Phil Coulson, your life was fairly heavily impacted by SHIELD (and the tales of Captain America), it wasn’t a surprise that you became an agent. Though Phil actually wasn’t too happy about his little girl being put into dangerous situations, you gained his approval after pointing out that you would probably involve yourself in dangerous situations whether or not you had the training or backup that SHIELD provided. Working with the Avengers probably shouldn’t have surprised you either, but all you knew you had was your immunity to fire. Turned out that ability, in combination with your martial arts and weapons training from SHIELD, was actually incredibly useful to the Avengers. One mission became several more, and before you knew it, you were living with them.

Phil was a pretty constant visitor, he wasn’t “checking on you”, he was “touching base with the team”, or fanboy-ing over Cap. Mmmmhmm, sure thing. You knew better, but you generally didn’t call him on it, though it got you a lot of shit from Tony Stark. Honestly, Tony would have found something to tease you about either way. Being called “kid” was probably pretty tame, especially considering Tony’s other name for you: “Glow-Stick”. Clint called you “kid” all the time anyway.

The two members of the team who could have called everyone “kid” were usually the most respectful. Steve never called you anything other than your name, Bucky had called you a few different names, but none of them pejorative. Natasha tended to refer to everyone but Clint by their last name, and Sam, well Sam just called you an idiot, but that was for a different reason.

“Well you are an idiot. Seriously, you oughtta man-up and tell him already.” You and Sam were in the lounge area, having reached a commercial break during the game you were watching. He was leaning back against the arm of the sofa opposite you, rolling his eyes.

“First of all, ‘man-up’? Really? You wanna have that discussion again?” you gave him a significant look, eyebrow raised in indignation. He scoffed and waved you off, you continued, “second of all, mind your own business.”

“He’s gonna die in his sleep before you say anything at this point,” Sam’s voice was mocking.

“Stay in your own lane Wilson,” you growled.

“I’m just saying-”

“Nothing. You’re just saying nothing. The game’s back on.”

“C’mon , you gotta -”

“No, Sam.”

“What’s he up to now?” Natasha asked as she walked into the room, dropping into a seat with a bowl of popcorn.

“Nuh-uh, I’m not saying shit to you.” You knew better than to even give a kernel of information to a master spy.

“Pft, I probably know whatever it is already,” she shrugged. She wasn’t wrong, but as long as she didn’t realize Sam was pushing you to admit it, Natasha wouldn’t interfere. 

You turned to watch the game, missing the glint in Sam’s eye as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

You weren’t going to say shit. The only reason Sam knew about your adolescent crush was that he had hung out with Phil for too damn long one night, and Phil had been a little too open with your story. Years of hearing about Captain America’s exploits had been a basis of your childhood, but Steve wasn’t the character who fascinated you. That was James Buchanan Barnes. Unlike your father figure, your interest lay in the Commando’s sniper, not its leader. Originally, you had wanted to specialize in long-range shooting, but now, having more intimate knowledge of just how involved sniping was, you were even more impressed with Bucky. There were way too many calculations involved in what he did, and he did it so well. 

He had been the yardstick you’d used to measure every romantic partner you’d had, and most of them fell short. That was before you knew he was alive. What was funny was that the Bucky you knew now beat the yardstick you’d made of his past self. 

He was sweet, and mindful of everyone around him, and when he wasn’t too deep in his own head, he was really funny. From the first night you had accidentally stumbled upon him on the roof after a nightmare, you’d been fast friends. Though he was the member of the team you worked with the least, he was the one you spent the most downtime with. Hence, why you put up with all his nicknames. Doll, Sugar, Sweetheart, Darlin’.

When a tennis ball bounced off your head, startling you out of the unintentional mental tangent, you realized that not only had more of the team entered the room, they had clearly been talking to you. 

A blush rapidly heated your face. “Sorry. What?”

“Where’s your head at, kid?” Tony asked. He was sprawled across the loveseat, looking more at you than at the TV.

“Nowhere important; zoned out a little. Guess I’m just tired.”

“Suuuuure you are,” Sam drawled, exchanging looks with Natasha. Your brow furrowed, but you said nothing. 

The topic changed back to the game, as Bucky came into the room. Steve was already seated in the armchair next to Natasha, but instead of crossing to his best friend, Bucky settled on the arm of the sofa, right beside you. Sam cleared his throat, and you shot him a threatening look. 

“Jesus Sam, what did you do to get her looking at you like that?” Steve asked. He sounded almost worried. You would have laughed at his concerned look, but you had to keep an eye on Sam. You let the silence stretch out, not answering Steve and not looking away from Sam, until you were reasonably sure he would keep his mouth shut.

“It’s nothing Steve. Sam just needs to mind his own business.”

“He is nosy as hell,” Bucky grumbled behind you, his arm going to the back of the couch and essentially around your shoulders.

“Aw, you’re just mad cause he’s bugging you about your secrets.”

“Natasha, I don’t care how hard it’ll be, I will kill you.” There was no inflection in your voice, nothing to give away how angry and scared you were. Maybe you should have given a little emotion for the team to read. Maybe then they would have let it go.

As it was, they collectively ganged up on you, grilling you, and refusing to be redirected until you snapped. 

“Just fucking drop it!” you shouted, throwing the tennis ball that was still in your hands at the last team member to pry, Tony.

Everyone was staring. And it took you a moment to process exactly why.

The tennis ball had been on fire.

It hadn’t been on fire before you threw it, and yet it was flaming when it almost hit Tony in the head.

Silence, and slow blinks all around. 

“Holy shit.” Sam was staring open mouthed.

“FRIDAY, when was the last time we checked the fire protocols?” Tony asked, his face still showing surprise, but his voice calm.

“I- I-... That-” you couldn’t seem to form a sentence. Your body seemed frozen to the spot.

“Well that’s interesting,” Natasha mused.

“Is this- is this new?” Clint asked from his seat on the floor in front of Natasha’s chair.

You didn’t know what to say. Was this new? You’d never done it before. You would have known if you had… right?

The only fire you’d ever been in was… oh god.

And just like that, your body was no longer frozen. You shot up out of your seat and sprinted down the hall. You ran into your room and passed through to the attached bathroom without checking if the door was closed, too intent on reaching your destination. Your knees hit the floor in front of the toilet just in time. 

Tears poured from your eyes as you retched. Panic had your chest and gut constricting, making you struggle to breathe. The room would have spun if your head weren’t resting on the cool porcelain of the toilet. As it was, your ears were ringing so much that you couldn't hear your own panting breaths, let alone someone entering the room behind you. You wouldn’t have known Bucky was there if he hadn’t slid his cool metal hand to the back of your neck.

“Shh, doll. It’s okay. It’s just me,” he soothed when you jumped.

You hiccuped in response, taking several minutes to calm to the point that he was able to usher you out of the bathroom. 

Sitting you on the edge of your bed, Bucky stepped back into your bathroom, flushing the toilet and wetting a soft washcloth before coming back to you. He held out the cloth, but when you failed to take it, he began to gently wipe at your face. 

“You know none of the team is upset or freaked out, so what made you run outta there?” Bucky asked quietly.

“What if I did it?” you asked in response, your voice so low Bucky almost missed it.

“Did what, doll?”

“The fire, my parents-” you cut off, unable to say anything more, as fresh tears filled your eyes.

Phil Coulson had been a fantastic foster dad, no doubt about it, but your child’s brain took a long time to adjust to his parenting style. You had missed your parents. Phil had done his best not to erase your parents from your memories. He didn’t know much about them, but your old neighbors had been happy to share stories with you, and you’d created an idealistic version of them in your head. You couldn’t understand why you had survived and they hadn’t, and the nightmares that had followed you into adulthood were still traumatic. What if you had been the cause of the mysterious fire that had killed them. 

“Doll. Hey. Hey Sugar, look at me okay?” Bucky’s hands were on either side of your face. When you met his eyes you got the feeling he had been trying to get your attention for a while. His thumbs softly rubbed your cheekbones as he spoke. “It wasn’t you, doll. It wasn’t your fault.”

“How- how can you possibly know,” you asked in a whisper, trying to pull your face out of his grip, but his fingers tightened slightly. 

“You’ve never done that before. And you’ve only been in one mystery fire.”

“Yeah but-” you started, but Bucky talked right over you.

“If you had been able to start fires as a kid, you would have had it happen around you frequently. When you were angry, when you were scared; it would have happened all the time when you were little, but it didn’t.” He brushed a tear from the corner of your eye and his voice softened. “It wasn’t you honey. I’m sure of it.”

That was a sentiment that he repeated with a few minor variations for several minutes until you calmed down. Once you did, you realized that the position you were in was a little close for comfort. At some point, Bucky had moved from kneeling in front of you, to sitting on the bed beside you, to holding you in his lap. He had his arms around you and your head tucked under his chin. 

However, when you squirmed slightly, embarrassed by your behavior and more than ready to put some space between you and the super soldier you had a giant crush on, Bucky did not let you go.

“Buck,” you said, your voice was a little gravely from crying, “I’m okay.”

“Yeah?” He replied, not sounding convinced.

“Yeah, you can let me go now.” You were fairly certain he could feel the heat in your face through his shirt.

“I can, but I don’t want to.”

“I- what?” you stuttered.

“I happen to like holding you, never got to do it before, but I’ve decided I like it and I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Bucky said it in such a matter of fact tone, it sounded reasonable.

The fuck? Did you hear that right? Uh….

Before you could formulate any kind of response, Bucky’s phone started to ring. He managed to get it from his pocket and answer it without releasing you.

“Hello Agent Coulson, thank you for calling me back. Yes, she’s right here, hold on,” he held the phone out to you.

Still in a sort of shock, you took the phone without question. “Papa?” You used the name you called him when you were little. He was never “Dad” or “Daddy” you could remember calling your father that. No, Phil Coulson was “Papa”.

“Hey sweetie. I heard you had a little scare.” You almost burst into fresh tears, but Phil continued. “You never really asked me about the fire, so I never made it a point to tell you about it. It wasn’t you sweetheart.” As Bucky continued to hold you, occasionally rubbing your back, or rocking you slightly, Phil told you about your father’s business, and the intense and hostile relationship he had with his rival. A rival who had decided that killing your father and your family was the best way to enable a hostile takeover of your father’s much more successful business.

An entire amusement park’s worth of emotions rolled through you as you listened to the tale. Anger so intense you could feel smoke all but coming out your ears.

“Doll,” Bucky softly drew your attention, his fingers ever so lightly grazing your arm. When you looked down, you almost jerked out of his hold.

“Holy fuck!” The lava fissures were glowing across your skin. You knew you let off heat when you were like that. You’d burned plenty of bad guys, guards, and assholes as soon as they made skin contact. “Bucky, let me up.” He did, but he didn’t leave the room as you finished your call with Phil.

Phil felt guilty for not telling you all this earlier, but you shook your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “It’s not your fault, Papa. I didn’t know this was even a possibility for me to do, I never questioned the fire before. There’s no reason for you to tell me, I didn't ask.” After reassuring him a few more times, and promising to visit him soon and showing him what you’d done, assuming you could repeat the stunt, you said your goodbyes. “Love you, Papa.”

“Love you too sweetheart. See you soon.”

You handed Bucky his phone back, not getting too close to him. But he took his phone and then quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him again.

“Bucky, you're gonna get burnt!” “No I won’t. You haven’t burned me before, and I’ve been near you like this before. It’s okay.”

“You’ve what?! Why would you do that?!”

“Why would you let me get anywhere near you?”

“Huh?” Well that was a topic change.

“I’m just as dangerous as you. More so actually, I’ve hurt and killed way more people than you probably ever will. You never hesitated to get near me.” Bucky held up his metal arm, drawing attention to it.

“That’s different Bucky, I don’t have control of this. You have control, you would never choose to hurt me.”

“It’s not different to me. I’m not afraid of you. You wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, and I trust you to keep me safe.” You shook your head, incredulous. “You’ve never burned your clothes. You have burned the shit out of people before, but you’ve never burned your clothes.” When you didn’t respond, Bucky said, “you’re in control, Sugar, and I trust you.”

Too many revelations in one day. That was your explanation. A second after Bucky stopped speaking, you registered what he was saying, and dropped your forehead to his, all the fight leaving your body, as your eyes closed. He settled you more comfortably on his lap but kept your foreheads together.

You sighed. “It’s been a hell of a day,” you said with a laugh.

“You’ve had a few shocks alright,” Bucky agreed. After a short pause, he spoke again. “Think you can handle one more?”

You hummed, “probably,” and soft lips pressed against yours. 

A quick intake of breath and your eyes shot open, but you didn’t pull away. “Bucky?”

It was his turn to hum. A small smile slowly spreading across lips that had just pulled back from yours.

“What- why?”

“Been wanting to do that for a while. And if you don’t want to tell me to fuck off, I’m gonna want to do it again. You gonna tell me to fuck off?”

Hesitantly, you shook your head and the smile on his lips stretched. When he pulled back from your second kiss, you could feel a matching smile on your own lips.

Hours later, the two of you emerged from your room, a plan in place to test your new ability. Another plan for how to explore your relationship with both of you being Avengers and having very little privacy. And most importantly, a plan in place to fuck with your nosy, annoying teammates. 

“Hey there, Matches,” Tony called as he spotted you from down the hall.

“Seems I’ve got a new name,” you grumbled. 

“At least you’re not ‘Manchurian Candidate’,” Bucky grouched, pressing a kiss to your temple. A kiss Tony did not miss.

“OH MY GOD! Firebug and Freezer Burn are kissy-face!” Tony Stark, a 12 year old. You rolled your eyes and prepared yourself for handling your teammates.

[cannibalmariku]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 :  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 . * bold what always applies, italicize what sometimes applies. repost,  don’t  reblog!

# 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂  :    1    /   2   /   3 + 

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴  :     high   /   average   /   deep ( Deep-ish but not that deep I guess. When I hear his voice in my head the closest voice that comes to mind is Jeremy Irons, or his better known role as scar from The Lion King. It’s not exact, but its close enough. )

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃  :   yes   /   soft   /   no

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁  :    confident   /   shy   /   approachable   /   hostile /   other ( He could come off more approachable to some, or he could be straight up feral with his pets so... )

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  :   slumped   /   straight   /   stiff   /   relaxed

 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂  :     head tilting   /   swaying   /   fidgeting    /   stuttering   /   gesturing   /   arm crossing   /   strokes chin   /   ah, er, um, or other interjections   /   plays with hair or clothing   /   hands at hips   /   inconsistent eye contact   /    maintains eye contact   /   frequent pausing   /   stands close   /   stands at distance

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘  :

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈 :     ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :     ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩ ( Depends on the situation, he hides more emotions outside of interactions with victims. he can be more openly friendly/playful with people when he’s pretending though. )

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 :   ★ ★ ★ ★ ✩

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘  :

 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 :    ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩ (  Depends. )

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈 :      ★ ★ ★ ★  ★

𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 :       ★ ★  ★ ★ ✩ 

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.    arse.   ass.   asshole.   bastard.  bitch.   bloody.  bugger.   bollocks.   chicken shit.   crap.   cunt.   dick.   frick.   fuck.   horseshit.   motherfucker.   piss.   prick.   screw.   shit.   shitass.   son of a bitch.   twat.   wanker.   coward.   pussy.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.    christ on a bike.   christ on a cracker.   damn.   goddamn.   godsdamn.   hell.  holy shit.   jesus.   jesus christ.  jesus h christ.   jesus h.   roosevelt christ.   lord have mercy.   jesus, mary and joseph.   sweet jesus.   seven hells.

( I’m just going to specify before this section a bit, Basically if you are a normal person -as in he has no intention of hurting you in the future or maybe he does, but not right now- he’s going to act more calm and polite. As a ‘pet’, you don’t get that luxury. )

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?    contractions or enunciation ?    straightforward or cryptic?  jargon  or  toned ?    complexity  or  simplicity ?   finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?   masculinity,  neutrality, or femininity ?   formalities or abrasiveness ?   praise or equivocation ?    frankness or lies ?    excessive or minimal hand gestures ?   name-calling or magnanimity ?   friendly or blunt nicknames ?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 ? 

almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   almost never 

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? 

almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /    almost never

 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ?   

almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   almost never 

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? 

almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes /   rarely   /   almost never 

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ? 

yes   /   no   /   only ironically 

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃.  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ?

 but   /   though   /   although   /   however   /   perhaps  /   mayhaps 

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? 

walk away  /   ask if that’s everything  /   say that that’s everything  /   give a proper goodbye   /   tell their company they’re done here   /    remain quiet   /   they don’t 

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? 

titles  /   first names   /   surnames  /   full names   /   nicknames

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾,  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ?  

upper   /   middle   /   working   /   lower 

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? 

accent   /   vocabulary   /   tone   /   level   /   politeness   /   brusqueness   /   it doesn’t

( TAGGED BY: Stole it. from @mcmcntomorii )

( TAGGING: @hiddenknxves @kaibacorpbros and whoever else wants to do it c: )

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Character Study tag game!

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CV

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

# 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂  :    1    /   2 /   3 + 

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴  :  high /   average   /   deep 

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃  : yes  /   soft   /   no (Unbeknownst to her at first, her Aunt is Lucky. Originally she and her brother are from R-Fair City, so she has a Brooklyn accent)

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁  : confident /   shy   /   approachable /   hostile   /  other [She’s confident but it’s kind of a ruse? Sometimes its highly obvios. And yeah, she’s pretty hostile towards others]

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴  :   slumped   /  straight / stiff /   relaxed [She usually stands defensively or offensively, like with her chest puffed out]

𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂  :   head tilting /   swaying   / fidgeting / stuttering  /   gesturing  /  arm crossing  /   strokes chin   /   ah, er, um, or other interjections /  plays with hair or clothing /   hands at hips   / inconsistent eye contact /   maintains eye contact /   frequent pausing   / stands close   /   stands at distance  

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘  :

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈 :★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩ [She’s street smart but not book smart, that said, she probably keeps a list of evil sounding words around to intimidate others. Things such as scourge, rue, dread. She also refers to everyone as a “Desirable”) 

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 :★ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ 

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 :  Man, if this wasn’t a PBS Kids show.

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 :  ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈 :    ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩ (”Son of a stupid bitch.” She likes to say “screw” a lot bc. Haha, robots.)

𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 : ★ ★ ★  ✩ ✩ (She probably wouldn’t curse around people she’d think would make mad or a big deal out of.)

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.   arse. ass. asshole.  bastard. bitch.   bloody.   bugger.   bollocks.   chicken shit.   crap.   cunt.   dick. frick. fuck. horseshit.   motherfucker.  piss.   prick.   screw.  shit. shitass.   son of a bitch.   twat.   wanker.   coward. pussy.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?   contractions or enunciation ?  straightforward or cryptic ?   jargon or toned ?    complexity or simplicity ? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?  masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ? formalities or abrasiveness ?    praise or equivocation ? frankness or lies ?  excessive or minimal hand gestures ?   name-calling or magnanimity ?   friendly or blunt nicknames ?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 ? almost always   /  frequently   /   sometimes / rarely  /   almost never [CV is a little brooklyn bot who tries to sound like an eloquent super villain, yeah people are probably asked her to repeat herself.)

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? almost always   / frequently   / sometimes   /   rarely   /    almost never

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes / rarely /   almost never (Depends on her goals. If it’s for nefarious things, yes. She’ll initiate. If she’s in a friendly/casual setting she’s a lot more shy)

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? almost always  /   frequently   / sometimes /   rarely /  almost never 

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ? yes /   no   /   only ironically

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃.  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ? but /   though   /   although   /   however   /   perhaps  /  mayhaps (Whatever makes her sound more evil. Eventually it just becomes a habit.)

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 ? walk away /   ask if that’s everything   /   say that that’s everything  /   give a proper goodbye /   tell their company they’re done here  /   remain quiet /  they don’t (Or ykno, run away. Fly away. Make her escape somehow.)

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? titles  / first names /   surnames / full names  /   nicknames (Nicknames as in insults probably)

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾,  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 ? upper / middle /   working   /  lower 

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 ? accent   /   vocabulary   /   tone /   level   /  politeness /   brusqueness   / it doesn’t

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* 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 / 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒  :  RONAN  LYNCH

𝙽𝙾. 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: 1 / 2 / 3+   ›   english, latin, he also knows some gaelic 

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴:  high / average / deep      ›    like the rumble of a motor. not extremely deep but rougher than most boys

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃:  yes / no   ›   when he’s talking, you won’t hear any accent, but he is able to sound irish when he wants to. it’s the kind of accent you learn as a kid and later only use when you’re too comfortable

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁:  confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other   

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴:  slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed.  ›   ronan’s posture is generally good, mostly bc he’s used to towering over smol ppl to look intimidating..... 

𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂:   head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at distance.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈:  ⬛  ⬛   ⬜  ⬜  ⬜  

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  ⬛  ⬛  ⬜   ⬜  ⬜

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴:  ⬛  ⬛  ⬛  ⬜  ⬜

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈:  ⬛  ⬛  ⬛  ⬛  ⬛

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈:  ⬛   ⬛   ⬛  ⬜  ⬜

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.       ›    doesn’t  matter  if  its  english  or  american  profanity.... he  will  Use  it

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy.  jesus, mary and joseph.  sweet jesus.      ›    he’s  religious ,  so  yes 

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic? jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁��𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁?  almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴? yes / no / only ironically.

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂?  walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂?  titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames  

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙾, 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺? upper / middle / lower.

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂?  accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.      

tagged by:   @zukunftsvision  &  @godbanes  thank  u  <3

tagging:   ›   whoever  sees  this  &  hasn’t  done  it  yet

[centuryolddoctor]

MUSE STATS

# 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1 /  2  / 3 + 

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄: high  /  average  /  deep 

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes  /  no.

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑: confident /  shy  / approachable  /  hostile  /  other.( I mean sure you can approach her but its a gamble if shes in good mood or not )

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: slumped  /  straight /  stiff /  relaxed.

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting  / swaying  /  fidgeting  /  stuttering  /  gesturing /  arm crossing  / strokes chin  /  er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips  /  inconsistent eye contact  /   maintains eye contact /  frequent pausing  / stands close  / stands at distance.

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: ◼◼◼◼◻

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ◼◼◼◼◻

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: ◼◼◼◼◻

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼◼ ◼◼ ◻

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼◼ ◼◼ ◻

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic? jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness?  praise or equivocation?  frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? almost always /  frequently  / sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  / rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes / no  /  only ironically.

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?  but /  though  /  although  /  however /  perhaps  /  mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?  walk away  /  ask if that’s everything  / say that that’s everything  /  give a proper goodbye /  tell their company they’re done here  /  remain quiet /  they don’t.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS? titles  /  first names  / surnames  /  full names  /  nicknames .

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? upper  /  middle  /  lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?  accent / vocabulary  /  tone  /  level  /  politeness  /  brusqueness  /  it doesn’t.

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Tagging : whoever wants to go for it :>

[princelycheer]

𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1  /  2  /  3 + (the zora have their own alphabet, one can assume a unique language comes with it)

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄: high  /  average  /  deep 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes /  no. (not for a zora, anyway. one can probably assume that every tribe in zelda has its own accent) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑: confident /  shy  /  approachable /  hostile  /  other. 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: slumped  /  straight /  stiff /  relaxed. 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting  /  swaying  / fidgeting /  stuttering  /  gesturing  /  arm crossing /  strokes chin  / er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact /   maintains eye contact /  frequent pausing  /  stands close  /  stands at distance

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:  ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻   𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘:   ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻ 

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏    

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic?  jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity?  friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely /  never.

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?   almost always / frequently / sometimes /  rarely /  never.  

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always  / frequently /  sometimes /  rarely  /  never 

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?   almost always /  frequently  / sometimes /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes / no /  only ironically.

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?   but /  though  /  although  /  however /  perhaps /  mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?   walk away  /  ask if that’s everything  / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here  / remain quiet  /  they don’t.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS?   titles  /  first names  /  surnames /  full names  /  nicknames.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?   upper /  middle /  lower. 

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?   accent / vocabulary  / tone  /  level /  politeness  /  brusqueness  / it doesn’t.

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[kyrie-silverwings]

Language Prompt // Kyrie Silverwings

𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1  /  2   /  3 + (original clan language, common language of Lothric/its provinces, Eorzean Common + Echo)

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄:  high  /  average  /  deep 

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓:  yes  /  no. (occasionally heard as unusual vowel drawls)

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑:  confident  /  shy  /  approachable  /  hostile  / other. 

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:  slumped  /  straight  /  stiff  /  relaxed. 

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒:  head tilting  /  swaying  /  fidgeting  /  stuttering  /  gesturing  /  arm crossing  /  strokes chin  /  er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips  /  inconsistent eye contact  /  maintains eye contact  /  frequent pausing  /  stands close  /  stands at distance.

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ 

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ 

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ 

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. (dumb)ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shite. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏    

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn(cursed). goddamn. godsdamn. hell(s). holy shit (by the abyss,). jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus (sweet darkness). 

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation?   straightforward or cryptic?   jargon or toned?   complexity or simplicity?   finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind?   masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?   formalities or abrasiveness?   praise or equivocation?   frankness or lies?   excessive or minimal hand gestures?   name-calling or magnanimity?  friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.  

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes /  rarely /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes  /  no  /  only ironically.

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?   but  /  though  /  although  /  however  /  perhaps  /  mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?   walk away  /  ask if that’s everything /  say that that’s everything  /  give a proper goodbye  /  tell their company they’re done here  /  remain quiet  /  they don’t.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS?   titles /  first names  / surnames  /  full names  /  nicknames /  dependent (on company) 

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?   upper  /  middle (”Mistress” mode)  /  lower (regular).

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? accent /  vocabulary  /  tone  /  level  /  politeness  /  brusqueness  /  it doesn’t.

Tagged by: @kitty-candlestick​ (thank you!)

Freely tagging you lot, this is the last prompt in my draft box so I will be around more frequently in a few weeks!

[snxwbird]

MUSE STATS

# 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1 /  2  / 3 + (It greatly depends on the verse: Modern verse Monet can speak fluently english, russian, finnish, japanese and spanish).

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄: high  /  average  /  deep. 

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes  /  no ( small accent only when she speaks japanese and spanish)

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑: confident /  shy  / approachable  /  hostile  /  other. Generally viewed as intimidating.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: slumped  /  straight /  stiff /  relaxed.

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting  /  swaying / fidgeting  /  stuttering  /  gesturing  /  arm crossing   / strokes chin  /  er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips  /  inconsistent eye contact  /   maintains eye contact /  frequent pausing  / stands close  / stands at distance

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘:◼◼◼◼◼

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ◼◻◻◻◻

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: ◼◼◼◼◼

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼◻◻◻◻

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼◼◼◼◻

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy. dumbass. idiot, dumb bastard. uncultured swine.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic? jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness?  praise or equivocation?  frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? (depends on what is required at the time) friendly or blunt nicknames? (should she need one, it will probably be quite savage)

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never. (I guess like, just like on everything else, it greatly depends on their perception.)

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? almost always /  frequently  / sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  / rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes / no  /  only ironically.

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?  but /  though  /  although  /  however /  perhaps  /  mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?  walk away  /  ask if that’s everything  / say that that’s everything  /  give a proper goodbye /  tell their company they’re done here  /  remain quiet  /  they don’t.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS? titles  /  first names  / surnames  /  full names  /  nicknames.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? upper  /  middle  /  lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?  accent / vocabulary  /  tone  /  level  / politeness  /  brusqueness  /  it doesn’t. (she has a slight accent its a bit hard to pinpoint, but what does stand out the most is the pace

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tagging: @zoronin @despairforme @macabrebride​  anybody else that wants to do it!

[wildshero]

𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1  /  2  /  3 + [ he can hold full conversations with the Gerudo, Goron, and Rito so he is at least conversational, he is completely fluent in Zora as he learned that as a really young child. ]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄: high  /  average  /  deep 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes /  no. [ not really BUT he has a very neutral way of speaking, however compared to Zelda and Rhoam it is obvious he is from a different part of Hyrule ] 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑: confident /  shy  /  approachable /  hostile  /  other. 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: slumped  /  straight /  stiff /  relaxed. 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting  /  swaying  / fidgeting /  stuttering  /  gesturing  /  arm crossing /  strokes chin  / er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact /   maintains eye contact /  frequent pausing  /  stands close  /  stands at distance

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼  ◻ ◻ 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:  ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻   𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘:   ◼ ◼ ◼  ◼ ◼ [ He can swear at you in every language he knows, and he knows all the good insults too. Good thing its hard to piss him off ]

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏    

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus. [ In a modern setting i could see all these, but canon... i can see like “heavens to hylia” or “fucking farore” etc. ]

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic?  jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?  formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity?  friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely /  never.

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?   almost always / frequently / sometimes  /  rarely /  never.  

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always  / frequently [ post calamity ] /  sometimes /  rarely  /  never. [ pre calamity ]

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?   almost always /  frequently  / sometimes /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes / no /  only ironically.

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?   but /  though  /  although  /  however /  perhaps /  mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?   walk away  /  ask if that’s everything  / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here  / remain quiet  /  they don’t.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS?   titles  /  first names  /  surnames /  full names  /  nicknames.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?   upper /  middle /  lower. [ He comes from a lower class family, and only becomes middle class because of his father’s rank ]

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?   accent / vocabulary  / tone  / ��level /  politeness  /  brusqueness  / it doesn’t.

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[mommydragon-of-all]

Soren (Lavellan) Speaks

@sakurabunnie​ this is a hard one but thanks for thinking of my boi XD i tried to do this right but then i figured that fuck it, there are really tricky ones, i cant really give justice to some of his really far from black and white traits and stuff, hes just a mess, so i do it liberally, just for you. Also look past my limited english understanding lol i may misunderstand some shit

𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1  /  2  / 3 +

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄:  high  /  average  / deep.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes  /  no. (not always but when he has he totally does it on purpose, for fun or for deception or simply cuz enjoys speaking in creative ways and the sound of accents. Language is music of communication to him that he can tune consciously. nerd)

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑:  confident  /  shy  / approachable  /  hostile  /  other. (mostly described as confusing or intrusive XD)

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:  slumped  / straight  /  stiff  / relaxed.

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting /  swaying  /  fidgeting  /  stuttering  / gesturing  / arm crossing  /  strokes chin  /  er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  / hands at hips  / inconsistent eye contact  /  maintains eye contact  /  frequent pausing  /  stands close  /  stands at distance. (chewing on things)

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: - ◼◼◼◼◼  (actually uses much less than he has)

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: - ◼◼◼◼◼ (and then some XD)

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:  -  ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻?..  (what is this)

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘:   - ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻◻

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘:  -  ◼◼◼◼◼   (kinda notoriously so)

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck.horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shite. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏    

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ.(!!!). lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus.

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions either/or enunciation?   straightforward or cryptic? (depends damn ittt) jargon or toned? (???)  complexity or simplicity?  finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind?   masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?   formalities either/or abrasiveness?   praise or equivocation? (if i understood the definition right then this is his savior for he cannot outright lie for his damned life)   frankness or lies?   excessive or minimal hand gestures? (well not so definite this one)   name-calling either/or magnanimity?  friendly either/or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?   almost always  /  frequently  / (understanding) sometimes  / rarely /  (hearing) never.

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?   almost always  / frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never.  (except when hes trippin over himself cuz of emotion/inner turmoil and the like. prime self sabotage)

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always  / frequently  /  sometimes /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?   almost always  / frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  (almost)never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes  /  no  /  only ironically. (as he understands almost every language he knows better than i do english im really not qualified to answer this XD)

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?   but /  though  / although  /  however /  perhaps  / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?   walk away  /  ask if that’s everything  /  say that that’s everything  /  give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here  /  remain quiet  /  they don’t. (he only ends conversations with ppl who disgust him)

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS?   titles /  first names  / surnames /  full names  /  nicknames / dependent

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?   upper /  middle /  lower. (he usually uses common words everybody understands, with little to no fanfare of the upper class, unless for fun or a goal. He does, however, blends easily into the way his conversation partner speaks... its kind of a thing of his. not even consciously. he does dance as the wind blows in many ways lol)

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?   accent  /  vocabulary (when he sometimes does make use of his extensive archives XD)  /  tone  / level /  politeness  /  brusqueness /  it doesn’t. (hmmm really depends. Energy, i would wager.)

Thanks for taging me :3

[jxckspxcer]

LINGUISTIC CHARACTERISTICS .

Muse: Jack Spicer # of spoken languages: Fluently ? 4 (Mandarin, Cantonese, French, English); Conversationally ? 2 (Russian, Japanese); Knows some phrases ? 3 (Portuguese, German, Korean).  Tone of voice:   high / average / deep (he got r a n g e) Accent: yes / soft /  no (elaboration: he grew up trilingual so his words might occasionally carry any accent, if he’s talking fast enough, kind of like slurring his words in a way-- and when he speaks languages other than Chinese his accents can get all over the place because he’s just, doing his best man,,,). Demeanor:  confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other (defensive??? SLY??? Curious?) Posture:  slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed Habits: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / ah, er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at distance

Complexity

Vocabulary:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ✩  (varies depending on who he’s talking to). Emotion:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ★   Sentence Structure:  ★ ★ ★ ✩ ✩ Profanity:  ★ ★ ✩ ✩ ✩   Frequency:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ✩ (he speed talks a l o t) Creativity:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  (all about them quips boi) Watchfulness:  ★ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ (foot in mouth syndrome)

Bold all that apply:

Arse. Ass. Asshole. Bastard. Bitch. Bloody. Bugger. Bollocks. Chicken shit. Crap. C*nt. D*ck. Frick. Fuck. Horseshit. Motherfucker. Piss. Prick. Screw. Shit. Shitass. Son of a bitch. Twat. Wanker. Coward.

This or that?

Contractions or enunciation ? Straightforward or cryptic ? Jargon or toned ? Complexity or simplicity ?   Finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ? Masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ? Formalities or abrasiveness ? Praise or equivocation ? Frankness or lies ? Excessive or minimal hand gestures ? Name-calling or magnanimity ? Friendly or blunt nicknames ?

Important questions

Do people have a hard time understanding/hearing your character? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never

Does your character’s point come across easily when they speak? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never

Would your character initiate conversations? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never

Would your character be the one to end conversation? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never

Would your character use ‘ whom ’ in a sentence? Yes / No

Your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use? But / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps

How does your character end conversations? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t

How does your character address others? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames

What social class would others assume your character belongs to, hearing them speak? upper /  middle /  working /  lower

In what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others? accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / volume /  it doesn’t

Elaboration / Facts

Jack is good at the actual conversational parts of those other languages, but he does not have the best grasp of reading or spelling. He’s a little better at reading, not so much recalling information to spell himself, so he kind of avoids the humility by cross checking with a translator or something if he wants to write in another language. It’s a little easier with texting? Because spell/grammar check put him in his place. 

Jack mostly spoke Chinese and English at home, but was tutored in French by his mother for when visiting the matrilineal estates. Yes his mother had specifically spent evenings with him at young ages to personally teach him french, she was always far more likely than his dad over time to make time for him. 

Jack spends shocking amount of time in Russia? And he is genuinely kind of pals with Vlad, (though Vlad has kind of stopped being a villain). Russian just came into picture, like Japanese due to interest in a ton of Japanese media. 

When he’s mad he’s less good at not having an accent, but usually his Fluent Languages are pretty clear (well, less French, he neglects its usage out of spite). 

Jack genuinely tends to mirror his mood in his outward actions, heart-on-sleeve style, but the thing is? His mood is all or nothing. So usually he’s pretty chill and just highly reactive, but when he’s moody or something you’re gonna know. (This is only not true when he’s actively trying to control his expressions, which he is... moderately okay with. Better if he planned ahead to lie, in the moment he’s a little weak). 

Boys really good at impressions and can be really theatrical, so he might make voices for comedic effect at times and it’s fucking hilarious....

His hands, don’t stop moving. 

This boy has the most pretentious Japanese vocabulary... Attitude... Plese.

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[bxstiae]

𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒: 1  /  2  /  3 + [ dependent on whether or not he wants to learn it -- he understands any language but speaks fluently in only one ]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄: high  /  average  /  deep [ its soft though ]. 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: yes /  no. [ discussed this in my language hc ] 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑: confident /  shy  /  approachable /  hostile  /  other. 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: slumped  /  straight /  stiff /  relaxed. 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: head tilting  /  swaying  / fidgeting /  stuttering  /  gesturing  /  arm crossing /  strokes chin  / er, um, or other interjections  /  plays with hair or clothing  /  hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact  /   maintains eye contact /  frequent pausing  /  stands close  /  stands at distance 

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:  ◼ ◻ ◻ ◻ ◻ [ he doesn’t really talk. but that doenst mean anything. he’s smart and educated enough to know words, he just.... genuinely has trouble forming words ]

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻   𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘:   ◼ ◼ ◼ ◻ ◻ [ he’s picked up twili swears from midna too if that kinda helps? ]

𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙔

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙓𝙏    

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus. [ uh... tbh. its more like gods, by the gods, farore, & oh hylia. or some iteration of it. ]

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏

contractions or enunciation? straightforward or cryptic?  jargon or toned? complexity or simplicity? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?  formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity?  friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR MUSE?   almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  / rarely /  never.

DOES YOUR MUSE’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?   almost always / frequently / sometimes   /  rarely  /  never.  

WOULD YOUR MUSE INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? almost always  / frequently  /  sometimes /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?   almost always /  frequently  / sometimes /  rarely  /  never.

WOULD YOUR MUSE USE “WHOM” IN A SENTENCE? yes / no /  only ironically.

YOUR MUSE WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?   but /  though  /  although  /  however /  perhaps /  mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE END CONVERSATIONS?   walk away  /  ask if that’s everything  / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here  / remain quiet  /  they don’t.

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE ADDRESS OTHERS?   titles  /  first names  /  surnames /  full names  /  nicknames.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR MUSE BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?   upper /  middle /  lower. [ they cant assume anything because he doesn’t speak often enough ?? writing wise, it’s UPPER, but honestly they would most likely think he is middle or lower ]

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR MUSE SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?   accent / vocabulary  / tone  /  level /  politeness  /  brusqueness  / it doesn’t.

tagged by : @dansiere​ [ i am hoenstly so happy you tagged me in this even though he DOESNT TALK lsjhkdfbll thank you so so much ♥ ] tagging : uh... imma @ like all the links i suppose? please do this. @hyaciiintho​ is honestly the only one i can think of cause i am having a brain fart and i think we actually discussed speech together in discord?? idk i don’t remember. oh im remembering @lupihero​ & @wildshero​ but no no seriously all the links. you gotta do this. im so sorry that my brain is mush right now that i can’t remember your urls.... T-T