creature feature roleplaying

Ahhh, I know, these have been done 10 million times, but i noticed i was struggling to find ones specifically designed to help develop a ship. Which is what I use these for. So here's an ask game specifically designed to help you develop a new ship or get back in touch with an old ship.

Whilst this is an ask game, you dont have to treat it perfectly like one. Feel free to copy and paste these and fill them in on your notes app or take turns filling these in in dms with your friends. :)

What appeals you to the ship? Is it based off of canon interaction, personal headcanons, or are you not sure?

What are the character's usual types? Is it one another or are they taking a chance on smth new?

What do they like about one another? Include both physical and personality traits, anything they like.

In what areas would they help one another grow?

What type of dynamic do you see them having? Are they fluffy or steamy? Are they soulmates or doomed to fail?

Which character developed feelings first? And is there a specific moment or way this could've happened?

Which character confessed their feelings first? And how was it? What did they do? How were they feeling?

What was their first date like?

What are their love languages?

Do they have anything they dont like about one another? Any annoying habits or bad incidents in the past?

How would they deal with those things? Do they have open communication or do they just bottle it up?

What interests/hobbies would they have in common?

What interests/hobbies would they try and get the other into? Would they succeed or not?

What are their core values?

Would they adopt pets together? How many? What animal(s)? Did they disagree on the animal(s)?

What would they do to surprise one another?

Is there a couple from another piece of media you could use as a reference?

How fast do they each tend to move in relationships? Does one rush into things whilst the other takes their time? How would they find a compromise?

Do they have any fears or set backs in terms of relationships?

Leave the ship behind for a moment, what are some headcanons you have for them as individuals in relationships? Silly quirks, or any tendencies they need to quit? Are they selfish or a people-pleaser?

Would they get into fights? What over, and how do they move forward?

What would their friends and family think of their relationship? Are they supportive or not too keen?

Is marriage something thats in their future? Do they want to get married? Do they not want to get married? Do they break up before it happens?

Would they want to have kids at some point? Or do they already have them?

Try and think of either 3 silly or angsty headcanons for them as a couple? Depending on the dynamic of the ship, could be anything at all. If you cant think of 3, thats fine.

How would they celebrate things like birthdays, valentines day, anniversaries, etc..? Do they even celebrate them at all?

BONUS OPTIONAL QUESTIONS!

For steamy pairs, how compatible are they in the bed room?

For toxic pairs, would they ever break up? Why or why not?

For immortal pairs, have they known one another throughout history? Were they always able to be together?

For cross-species pairs, what are some ways their different species traits impact their relationship? What silly inconveniences or mishaps happen when a vampire & a werewolf date? Or a fairy and a mermaid? Etc..

Popper aka "PT/Petey" was transformed as a result of a Scab "hazing" ritual. After recovering his sentience, he takes up residence in the protag's old apartment. Despite always looking "primed to blow" the explosive compounds in his body are actually stable and he's safe to hug or use as a jump pad. He's also pretty carefree and mainly chills out at "the pad" playing video games with...

...this guy, DeeBee. DB stands for "double blower" and he moved in with Petey after he melted one too many machines at Sasquatch & Friends. He's a lot more irritable than his literally explosive roommate but he's also always down to stick it to Fizzco. Hanging out with the Oxfords means he's also down to nerd-out with...

ind. bj blazk.owicz from wolfe.nstein.

au & crossover friendly.

loaded by merc, follows from @merchub.

"YOU ARE THE CULMINATION OF A THOUSAND LIFETIMES OF PLANNING."

RULES / MUSES / VERSES

Independent & semi-selective blog, featuring Master Chief from the Halo franchise as well as a plethora of other characters from various video game, film, and anime franchises, all penned by Sharky. AU, crossover, and OC friendly!

Please like or reblog this post if you are interested in interacting, it’s greatly appreciated!

(Open for all! Do not interact if not a role play blog.)

A man could be seen seated on a chair, just outside a house meant for a few to live in, and to store graveyard materials. One taller than an average Argenta, with pallor skin, blue eyes and black, braided hair. There was a face paint running along his left cheek, resembling a sapling.

His clothing was a simple-- A dark blue-green tunic, long-sleeved and buttons hiding upper part of his chest, waist fastened by a leather belt. Covering his legs would be a pair of warm, grey pants, his feet adorned with steel-toed boots of the same material as the belt.

"Oh, a visitor to this old cemetery? How rare, in such a world where death is just high a chance encounter, as does life." The man greeted. "I can tell you're not from here. Cities these days are on edge, and it's a bad idea to enter as an outsider. Perhaps a stay here will do?"

He would offer a seat on another chair, after which he would ask the new face sitting on it this question:

The chair creaked under the visitor as he sat down but still held strong despite his apparent size. He leaned his sword and shield against the back of the chair, not exactly out of reach but not close enough to threaten.

A black tank top and gray shorts only managed to mostly conceal the indentations of the carapace forming from his flesh. And it did nothing for his various horns and shrines, particularly the two growing out of the side of his head and a smaller one on his forehead between eyes that looked out at the necropolis.

Yet for all his obvious appearances, he emanates an aura that remains residually yet distinctly...human. He leans forward and exhales, briefly cupping his face in his hands.

DOOM stimboard !

For my bff..

"Oh, who am I making this..." he turned again to face the guest, and found that the other patrons in the establishment had vacated quite hurriedly, leaving a few overturned seats in the process. "...for. Slayer?" He had almost overfilled the cup in his trembling, taking his hand off of it for a moment so he didn't accidentally spill it.

"Yep. Slayer's fine. Write it on the cup."

Of course being here was already an added headache-- For not only both the Slayer and the Barista before him, but also the patrons otherwise here to enjoy a taste of a beverage not native to their world.

At least the wait needed not be too tense for its own good. But the Slayer sighed anyway-- A rare sight.

Speaking of... He picked up traces of a presence in this guy as the coffee was being made.

"Okay that'll be..." he sighed. Was he really gonna charge this guy? Charge a fee that is. Though he was thinking of just drawing his squire's blade and also charging too.

Knowing when to leave was always the hardest part. But it was refreshing to know.

A 9-foot-tall BOW with a skull-like visage and four muscular arms gave a look back with one of the eyes on his shoulders as he jogged through the wilderness, checking to see if anyone had dared to follow him after he’d ambushed a deal at an old industrial facility. There were rumors of something in the wilderness, but they’d never have expected it to be one of their rivals’ prized creations. Not that they proved too difficult to get rid of even after the surprise wore off.

The hug was… totally and completely unexpected, but the moment he was hugged, Nemesis felt all the things. How many years had it been since he’d been touched in a way that was friendly? Nevermind hugs, just… anything nice at all? People were always throwing things at him, shooting him, trying to light him on fire… but they never did anything nice. “Watch… the stines…” he warned the other, because those spines were razor sharp, he knew. He tried his best to hug back without impaling the other on some hardened, sharp, sword-like part of his body’s natural armor.

Such as it was that when Seff finally got to actually hug someone like this, he inexorably found himself getting really drawn into it. With his upper arms 'securely' in a wide enough gap between Nemesis' spines, he brought his head in forward to nuzzle at Nemesis' neck while still exhaling with that low, low growl. "Ya' welcon'. Na, thank ya' instea'." he added, in between breaths.