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➙  @ripervin​

                    ------ IT WAS FAR FROM being his proudest moment or even a good one at all. his head was pounding with the rhythm of a song he vaguely remembered listening the night before, and his mouth felt dry and sticky, as if he had eaten a handful of sand. if someone asked him, he was not sure he would be able to remember how much alcohol had gone into his organism last night. he was only able to remember the bitter taste of whisky --- an unusual texture for his mouth, being as used as he was to the friendlier taste of wine. however, if he had to find a bright side, he could say that, at least, he had had a good night sleep, which was unnatural for him. sadly, once he started thinking about the quality of his sleep, faded memories began appearing like flashes right in front of his eyes. the recollection of his fingers running through someone else’s body, the energy that ran along his body and the drunkeness he felt not only from the alcohol, but also from the flavor the female body left in his lips. 

                             to make matters worse, she ( the reason of his annoyance ) was shamelessly sitting right in front of him, looking just as if some sort of demon had given her the task of torturing him for whatever sin he had committed in his past life “ i don’t want to see your face, you don’t want to see mine --- let’s get this over with, shall we? ” because destiny was laughing at his face and all that was left for him to do was to stop himself from jumping out of the window next to them “ we finish this damn project and then we never talk to each other again, deal? ”

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spider, snakes, blood

spiders: does your muse squish bugs or put them outside?

              —— “i…don’t—know? usually i don’t care about them.” he answered with a shrug, not caring and at the same time trying really hard to remember “sometimes leizi would eat a bug or two, but i don’t pay any attention to them aside from that” his familiar loved playing with them, chasing them all over the place, maybe that was why he wasn’t used to see them around.

snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet?

              —— “i don’t think so, taking an exotic animal away from its habitat is not something i would enjoy doing.” maybe if it was an endangered species, and even then he would think about it long and hard “i also think i have my hands full with my familiar, they are high maintenance, as one might say.”

blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?

           —— a short smile navigated his face, while his eyes got lost in a distant memory of two little boys, running around not caring about life “i broke my arm, you could even see the bone.” he pointed at his forearm, in an attempt to illustrate the severity of the injury “i must say it was funny, now that i think about it, i screamed at the top of my lungs at the moment, but now it is a great memory.”

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mirrors

mirrors: what is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

              —— that was a tricky question, and it was then when a question hit him: when was the las time he had looked at himself in a mirror? he had taken glances while getting himself ready, but it had been a long time since the last time he actually looked at his own reflection. he didn’t like it, the look that greeted him. a mixture of coldness and harshness, all in one single glance; it was like looking at his own father, bitter and disenchanted. his own look disgusted him “my eyes. i hate my eyes.”

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Solitude

solitude: name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.

                —— there wasn’t much to think about, as he almost screamed the answer straight away “¡ramen! i would suffer without it, there would be no tomorrow or reason of being.” his voice soon became heavy with drama, and even if for the outside eye it was a comical situation, the pain he felt while imagining himself in such situation was very, very real “i would also miss books and a glass of wine each sleepless night, but i can’t say i would miss them as much.” 

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Insects

insects: name something your muse finds gross or annoying. 

              —--- “squirrels sure are gross, just the mention of them gives me the chills” his face contorted in disgust, how would anyone find those little demons cute? just the tought of their little teeths and claws was enough to send shivers along his spine. if you were to ask him why was he so afraid of such small creatures, he wouldn’t be able to answer, as he too ignored the root of the dispair he felt when looking at them. “as for annoying, anyone who talks more than they should will ceirtantly kill me.”

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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                     ------ hello there !! my name is ness ( she/her, 18+, utc-6 ) and i’m here late because i’ve been burried under a pile of homework, but i’m finally free !! i’m really, really excited for this rp and i’m more than ready to start writing and creating amazing stories with all of you !! my boy, my dear zhihao is someone even i, his mother, can’t understand, but i swear he’s nice, when he wants too.  if you want to plot with him or just talk about life, like this post and i’ll run to your ims. do tell me if it is easier for you to plot over discord or twt. 

✧･ﾟ: * ( WONG YUKHEI, 19, CISMALE, HE/HIS ) have you seen YUEN ZHIHAO around campus? i hear they’re a FOURTH GRADE, WINTER wizard with a specialty in SPELLCASTING. i almost never see them without their SIBERIAN HUSKY DOG. if they ever want to be a PROFESSOR someday they should ease up on being BOASTFUL & HARSH. at least you can say they’re LOGICAL & ASSERTIVE, too. OTHER CHARACTERS: ( Ness, she/her, 18+, GTM-6 )

here you will be able to find his statistics and here his wanted connections. i’ll make sure to have his bio ready by tomorrow night !!

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