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can be used for RP Ā && Ā non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen
1. FIRST NAME Ā : pix, as far as u need to know
2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF Ā :Ā yesterday i bought unsalted butter exclusively for the purpose of solidifying cookie dough for consumption but not actually making cookies with it
3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON Ā : iām asexual. but aesthetically, the curlier your hair is the prettier you are to me, girls are basically always better, and freckles are a fave.
4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF Ā :Ā ribs
5. A FOOD YOU HATE Ā :Ā most cheeses, especially if melted
6. GUILTY PLEASURE Ā :Ā fanfiction
7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN Ā :Ā tank top underwear and the thinnest shorts i can find
8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS Ā : neither
9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE Ā , Ā WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE Ā : i didnāt sign up to actually think about this
10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON Ā : Ā as soon as you tell me youāre okay with it i will basically hang off of you at any opportunity
11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN Ā :Ā rise of the guardians
12. FAVORITE BOOK Ā : harry potter still slaps donāt @ me
13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE Ā : listen, i live with five cats three ferrets and a puppy. i already have enough real animals (probably a tressym or pseudodragon, yes the d&d creatures)
14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS Ā ( Ā IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG Ā , Ā YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL Ā ) Ā : clover/everyone, droog/everyoneĀ polycrew, dd ā¦ļø hb, nepetaā„ļøjadeā„ļøkarkatā„ļødave, cd ā„ļø 04, dd ā¦ļø/ā„ļø/ā ļø 04 ā¦ļø/ā„ļø/ā ļø 07 (whatās a monogamy)
15. PIE OR CAKE Ā : depends on the flavors of each. generally, pie, tho
16. FAVORITE SCENT Ā :Ā i canāt say anything comes to mind? lavenderās cool i guess
17. CELEBRITY CRUSH Ā :Ā lol celebrities.
18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO Ā :Ā ireland
19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Ā : Ā major extrovert
20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY Ā : no but i startle really easily (steals sharkās answer)
21. IPHONE OR ANDROID Ā :Ā android
22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES Ā : ideally
23. DREAM JOB Ā : game developer. or discord developer but i donāt live in california lol
24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS Ā : go to school for things i want to do and have a stable, nice place of my own to live. probably buy a lot of art from people i like and support a lot of patreons for a while and get a lot of d&d props. pay for my friends to visit me because i prefer dragging people here over getting on a billion planes.
25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE Ā : i love every character in homestuck and hiveswap and donāt really care enough about anything else to hate any of its characters. i find hating difficult in general
26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT ARENāT ANY LONGER Ā :Ā idk iāve never had an interest that i would say iām not eventually going to revisit. thinking about this made me open a flight rising tab
tagged by Ā : @humongousbastard
tagging Ā : bit late for that
leading traits!
AGGRESSION
One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage ā and when anger is suppressed ā bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But youāre at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.
ORDERLINESS
You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that canāt be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when youāre okay with a bit of mess.
RESILIENCE
You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action ā overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.
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tagging: itās late for that
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humongousbastardā:
dresstodevastateā:
āYouāre going to figure out how to use that or youāre gonna starve.ā Droog answers without flinching. He takes a long sip of his coffee, frowning into it as he thinks.
āWell, obviously. Iāve been casing the city for weeks now, and it aināt like there arenāt places. Just wasnāt any point in claiming themĀ ātil now. We can go out tomorrow and Iāll give you the grand tour on our options.ā
Ā Ā Ā āI MAKE YOU COFFEE AND YOU DO THIS TO ME. GONNA FUCKING STEAL YER FRENCH PRESS, LOSE YER COFFEE PRIVILEGES.ā He finishes his grounds, puts them on the table. Waste not, want not.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āFUCKING STUPENDOUS. ANY OF THEM GOT FURNITURE ALREADY.ā Any hideout worth its salt needs tasteful decoration and furniture, of course. And he canāt fucking find the furniture store, much less buy anything.
āSome ofĀ āem, but itād need to be redone, of course.ā Droog leans back, clsoing his eyes and sighing.Ā āIāll explain how the device functions to you twice, no more, and youād better listen.ā
Ā Ā Ā āLIKE YER FUCKING STRAPPED FER TIMEā Boxcars takes a long final sip of his coffee, puts the cup in the bowl of grounds. Heās not gonna put the mug right on the table, heās not some kinda animal.Ā āALRIGHT GET YER ASS OVER HERE AND TELL ME HOW TO DO THE RECTANGLE.ā
This inevitably leads to at minimum two hours of frustration and several broken objects.
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humongousbastardā:
dresstodevastateā:
āYouāre going to figure out how to use that or youāre gonna starve.ā Droog answers without flinching. He takes a long sip of his coffee, frowning into it as he thinks.
āWell, obviously. Iāve been casing the city for weeks now, and it aināt like there arenāt places. Just wasnāt any point in claiming themĀ ātil now. We can go out tomorrow and Iāll give you the grand tour on our options.ā
Ā Ā Ā āI MAKE YOU COFFEE AND YOU DO THIS TO ME. GONNA FUCKING STEAL YER FRENCH PRESS, LOSE YER COFFEE PRIVILEGES.ā He finishes his grounds, puts them on the table. Waste not, want not.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āFUCKING STUPENDOUS. ANY OF THEM GOT FURNITURE ALREADY.ā Any hideout worth its salt needs tasteful decoration and furniture, of course. And he canāt fucking find the furniture store, much less buy anything.
āSome ofĀ āem, but itād need to be redone, of course.ā Droog leans back, clsoing his eyes and sighing.Ā āIāll explain how the device functions to you twice, no more, and youād better listen.ā
dresstodevastateā:
A mug is deposited on the table nearby, a cigarette withdrawn. He lights it, sparing what magic he has left to make the violet flame, and hums, wiggling his fingers in a gesture of farewell.
āYouāre much cuter when youāre pissed. Later, Four.ā
A few emotions pass over Cloverās face in quick succession - surprise, smugness, confusion, concern - before he turns back and hurries on his way out of Droogās apartment without another word. Heās got some stuff to think about.
20leafcloverā:
dresstodevastateā:
āActually,ā Droog starts with enough force in it to cut near anybody off, and he wears a little smirk if Clover should look back over his shoulder.Ā āBefore you go, I did have one thing to mention.ā
Clover does look back, still glaring. āUh-huh? And whatās that, pally?ā
A mug is deposited on the table nearby, a cigarette withdrawn. He lights it, sparing what magic he has left to make the violet flame, and hums, wiggling his fingers in a gesture of farewell.
āYouāre much cuter when youāre pissed. Later, Four.ā
dresstodevastateā:
Droog gives a look to Clover, Cloverās shoes on his fucking couch, Clover again, then Cloverās hand, and resists the urge to seethe. This motherfucker, he swears to god.
He takes Cloverās hand firmly in his, and promptly pulls him right off of his cushions with an aggravated sigh and narrowed eyes.
He gets pulled off the couch with a little yip. Thereās really not a thread of hospitality under that shell, is there? Asshole. Didnāt even really shake his hand.
So Clover tugs his hand out, smooths his suit down, glares up at him. At least Boxcars managed to be useful right after - heās already regretting making this stupid deal with Droog. āUgh. Good talk, I guess! Call or do something with your brick-phone if you need me, and Iāll do the same.ā Heās already heading towards the door. Good Lord, does he hate dealing with the Crew.
āActually,ā Droog starts with enough force in it to cut near anybody off, and he wears a little smirk if Clover should look back over his shoulder.Ā āBefore you go, I did have one thing to mention.ā
dresstodevastateā:
āā¦Sure.ā
He shrugs, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. He doesnāt like the look on that manās face, but he doesnāt like most looks what take up residence on Cloverās mug, so he aināt gonna do much regarding it.
āYou donāt bug me, I donāt bug you, unless one of us wants assistance regarding something which we are under no obligation to cooperate with unless we so desire. Sounds like one less problem off my plate.ā
Cloverās about to ask if heās being serious, but quickly shuts himself up. Knowing Droog - poorly as he does - heād probably take back his offer as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
So he hops to his feet instead, standing on the couch without much second thought. Oops. āGreat! Always good to get these things outta the way, yāknow? Just while all of us are stuck here!ā He holds out a hand, smiling up at Droog all expectantly.
Droog gives a look to Clover, Cloverās shoes on his fucking couch, Clover again, then Cloverās hand, and resists the urge to seethe. This motherfucker, he swears to god.
He takes Cloverās hand firmly in his, and promptly pulls him right off of his cushions with an aggravated sigh and narrowed eyes.

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Droog clicks his tongue, focused on his coffee for a few moments before he speaks again. Itās not a bad deal- heās not so wrapped up in his dislike of Four to be unable to see that- but it is too open of one, as far as heās considered.
āāSomethingā is pretty fuckinā vague, Clover.ā
Waiting for him to answer is torture, the dramatic bastard. Thereās a small, familiar voice in the forefront of his mind that wants to hop up and knock that coffee right onto his suit. Cloverās smile thins out, trying to hold back a giggle at just the thought of it.
āWell!ā Another, broader shrug. āYou never know what might come up in a place like this! I really doubt anything terribly serious could happen here. Itās just, yāknow, for whatever might come up where we might need another hand or two! Itās hard to get into specifics.ā
ā...Sure.ā
He shrugs, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. He doesnāt like the look on that manās face, but he doesnāt like most looks what take up residence on Cloverās mug, so he aināt gonna do much regarding it.
āYou donāt bug me, I donāt bug you, unless one of us wants assistance regarding something which we are under no obligation to cooperate with unless we so desire. Sounds like one less problem off my plate.ā
20leafcloverā:
dresstodevastateā:
Droog smiles inwardly, quietly pleased with having gotten such a minor thing over on the little rat. He steps closer to have their discussion, but sit he does not, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looks down at Clover.
āA truce. And what, pray tell, would that involve. Does, in Heartsā supposed case.ā
The least Droog could do is be eye-level with him, or just sit, but of course he doesnāt. Cloverās starting to wonder if heās always made him this mad or if itās just a side effect of this city wearing his patience thin. Not that heās going to let that slip now.
He just looks back up at him, hands clapping together once. āReally it just means not messing with each other! Weāve got our own things to deal with here, yāknow, new place and everything. And, yāknow, maybeā¦ā Hands unclasp, palms lift in a shrug, āif I were to ask for yours and his help with something, or if either of you need a little extra luck⦠We could work something out! Help me, help you!ā
Droog clicks his tongue, focused on his coffee for a few moments before he speaks again. Itās not a bad deal- heās not so wrapped up in his dislike of Four to be unable to see that- but it is too open of one, as far as heās considered.
āāSomethingā is pretty fuckinā vague, Clover.ā
dresstodevastateā:
Droog takes a long sip from his still-steaming mug, not so much ignoring the burn as using it to ignore Clover for a few precious, precious moments. Of course heās going to put on the stupidĀ āfriendlyā act. Itās the oldest page in the book of tricks, and sometimes heās not sure if he wrote it or Four did.
His expression settles into plain and mildly annoyed, and doesnāt shift as the leprechaun starts talking. Heād furrow his brows at the mention of Hearts, but that, heās sure, would already be more than enough fuel to the fire.
āā¦Sure, but itāll be nothing but black. I donāt keep sweets in here.ā
Cloverās face scrunches up at just the mention of black coffee. Here he was, thinking dersites just had a natural sweet tooth, and Droog is, as always, contrarian. Jerk. Again. His hand waves. āNevermind! I should just be in and out anyway.ā
āAs I was saying, Boxcars and I got to discussing⦠A little truce! Between me and him. Since, yāknow, everythingās all fucked up here. Just you two, and just little old me for the Felt, in this big, awful city⦠And itās nice to have someone familiar around, right?ā His head tilts, smiley again, and he pats at the cushion beside him. Have a sit, shell.
Droog smiles inwardly, quietly pleased with having gotten such a minor thing over on the little rat. He steps closer to have their discussion, but sit he does not, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looks down at Clover.
āA truce. And what, pray tell, would that involve. Does, in Heartsā supposed case.ā
dresstodevastateā:
Droog stares at him for a few seconds- and definitely tries to slam his hand in the door, frown deepening when it doesnāt work- and considers deeply the idea of simply sayingĀ āno, fuck offā. Then, with a deep sigh and a shake of his head, he reaches the conclusion that heād probably have to replace his door if he tried, and heās not in the mood for that.
He closes the door to unlatch it and let Four in, turning to go get his now-full mug of coffee. Heās gonna need it for this.
Heās ready to start saying some terrible things about the Crew and City when the door shuts, but the sound of the latch makes his smile widen even more. The door opens, and he strolls on through, making a beeline for Droogās couch. This is going a lot better than he thought it would!
Clover sits with his ankles crossed, hands clasped in his lap, looking like the perfect guest. Have to make a good impression when trying to negotiate a deal and everything.
āSo! I dunno if youāve talked with Boxcars or anything recently, but me and him got to talking about a little deal, considering⦠Our situation, here!ā He gestures around them. āAnd - oh, can I have a mug too?ā
Droog takes a long sip from his still-steaming mug, not so much ignoring the burn as using it to ignore Clover for a few precious, precious moments. Of course heās going to put on the stupidĀ āfriendlyā act. Itās the oldest page in the book of tricks, and sometimes heās not sure if he wrote it or Four did.
His expression settles into plain and mildly annoyed, and doesnāt shift as the leprechaun starts talking. Heād furrow his brows at the mention of Hearts, but that, heās sure, would already be more than enough fuel to the fire.
ā...Sure, but itāll be nothing but black. I donāt keep sweets in here.ā
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Droog hums to himself, quiet as his coffee brews and he reclines in the lazy chair heās recently acquired. The news here- thankfully, papers still get made in this city- is always a bit hard to follow, but itās entertaining, at the least. (He hasnāt managed to get a hold of a decent smut mag yet, but heās working on it.)
He frowns at the strange knock on the door, reluctantly rising to his feet and heading towards it. He peers through the little peephole, but findsā¦nothing? And, suspicious as that is, he sets the little chain latch on the door and unlocks the other lock so that he might open it just a crack.
He furrows his brows and gives a mild scowl to the munchkin at the door.
āClover. What ungodly force do I have to thank for this.ā
Yeah, thatās about what he expected. Droog probably canāt even see the oh-so-friendly pose heās in, like heās ready to give him a hug. The jerk. Clover puts his arms down and hands to his hips instead, looking back up at him through the cracked door with a sunny smile.
āLuck, as usual! Youād be surprised at how useful it is when it comes to finding people.ā Heās no Trace or Fin, but with enough determination and, yāknow, luck, most things are possible.
Clover sets a hand on the doorframe - far enough away so Droog canāt just slam his fingers in. Just in case. āWould you mind letting your old pal in for a minute? Iāve got an offer that youāll definitely be wanting to hear! Not through a door, though.ā
Droog stares at him for a few seconds- and definitely tries to slam his hand in the door, frown deepening when it doesnāt work- and considers deeply the idea of simply sayingĀ āno, fuck offā. Then, with a deep sigh and a shake of his head, he reaches the conclusion that heād probably have to replace his door if he tried, and heās not in the mood for that.
He closes the door to unlatch it and let Four in, turning to go get his now-full mug of coffee. Heās gonna need it for this.
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One dersite down, one to go. Technically half, if he wants to look at it like that. Itās like heās already done! Thatās a good way to think about it, and a good way to ignore how nervous the idea of asking Droog to settle things down between them for a while makes him. Boxcars he could deal with - dumb brute that he is, even if heād said no, Clover wouldāve hung around for a while anyway and keep asking about it later. Droog⦠Is a little harder for him to predict.
Thatās no reason to be scared, though. Heās still got his luck! Heās basically immortal! Droogās just some guy with stupid magic powers and a bad nicotine habit, and Cloverāll be damned if heās going to let some shelled asshole intimidate him into only bothering Boxcars.
Cloverās still psyching himself up outside his apartment. Patting his suit down, adjusting his hat, digging his feet into the floor. He finally steels himself, ignoring the stupid amount of anxiety in his stomach as his little green fist raises to knock āshave and a haircutā against his door.
He also poses like he hasnāt been mulling this over for so long. Arms out, smile on, ready to greet him like heās an old pal.
Droog hums to himself, quiet as his coffee brews and he reclines in the lazy chair heās recently acquired. The news here- thankfully, papers still get made in this city- is always a bit hard to follow, but itās entertaining, at the least. (He hasnāt managed to get a hold of a decent smut mag yet, but heās working on it.)
He frowns at the strange knock on the door, reluctantly rising to his feet and heading towards it. He peers through the little peephole, but finds...nothing? And, suspicious as that is, he sets the little chain latch on the door and unlocks the other lock so that he might open it just a crack.
He furrows his brows and gives a mild scowl to the munchkin at the door.
āClover. What ungodly force do I have to thank for this.ā