Call Me Antihero

So I decided to make this because I want to get to know my OCs better and all of yours as well. Here is a short collection of asks but here is the rule: Reblog from somebody and you have to send them an ask, its only polite after all.

What is your character’s reaction to a minor inconvenience? Such as getting their jumper caught on a door handle?

Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

What does their safe space look like?

What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

Do they have any nicknames or pet names or other aliases?

What kind of books comfort them? What books help them heal after a hard day?

Are they a naturally assertive person or are they painfully shy?

Do they consider themselves a friendly person or aloof?

What is your character’s trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

What kind of jokes make them laugh?

Do they enjoy pranks or do they hate them? Are they likely to fall for a prank?

Are they an overall healthy person? Do they make for a good patient or a terror?

Describe your character’s typical wardrobe for the regular day.

Are they a simple person to please or difficult?

What is the first thing people notice about them?

What do they look for in a friend? A love interest?

Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

What does your character consider to be their lowest point?

Does your character have a comfort item?

What would be one item that they would hate to lose most?

What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely?

What is your character’s favourite food and who cooks it best?

What are your character’s special skills?

What are somethings they find difficult to do? Or say?

Are they an animal person? Do they have pets?

What are their opinions on children? Do they view children as sweet angels or evil crotch goblins?

If your character was in today’s world, what social media platforms would they avoid? Or be prominent on?

Are they an organised person? Or more laissez-faire?

Do they dwell better in chaotic situations or more linear situations?

Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Your character is having a prom night/debs. What kind of outfit do they wear?

How do they act around people they don’t know? Are they shy around strangers or dismissive of them?

Can your character drive? If so, what kind of driver are they? If not what’s their preferred manner of transport?

What attracts your character to another person? What kind of person do they do for?

Tell us something about your OC that doesn’t make it onto the page?

Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

How does your character unwind after a long day?

What’s your character’s guilty pleasure?

Your character’s friend has just been mugged. What’s their reaction?

Your character has been punched into the face. What’s their reaction?

Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

What is the DND alignment?

Hogwarts House?

Star Sign?

Does your character believe in anything? Religion? Superstition?

What is your character’s reaction when someone does something nice for them?

Is your character easy to make cry? Or angry? Or annoyed?

What is your character’s biggest fear? Most irrational?

@ghilegab is my partner is buff babe hell, and offered her strong tiefling lady up for OC Kiss Week. So NATURALLY, I had to throw her at MY strong tiefling lady during a time before she was spoken for, and well. This is the result of me being too gay to function.

 ~ 1700 words, set in the midst of Val getting back on her feet after the worst night of her life.

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Val was only alone for a few minutes when the local muscle swaggered in.

She knew who they were on sight. Not personally, of course — no one wanted to know that particular brand of bastard personally — but she could see the scars they wore openly on un-jacketed shoulders, the crooked brawler’s teeth, the heavy cudgels they wore on their hips like a warning. She had seen their sort swagger into sailor’s bars too often not to recognize it. Here was a prime collection of certified street toughs on parade, and they had come in looking for some trouble.

And unfortunately for Val, she was the most conspicuous godsdamned person in the entire tavern now that her table was empty. She forced her gaze back to her cup, hunching a little further into her seat and hoping the call of the bartop would be enough to override the dumb bruiser instinct to make a show out of the traveler in the corner table with the strange eyes and horns on her head. She watched from the corner of her eye as a few of their tattered group peeled off towards the barkeep, who had already started to line mugs of small beer along the counter, and a desperate, pleading part of her indulged in the momentary fantasy that the rest of them would follow.

She had nearly gotten around to believing it when the legs of the chair across from her suddenly screeched across the floor. 

In a fit of madness, I found the drive to finish some writings I’ve been picking slowly at, including this one in which I make @colonelcupquake’s bard Casimir and @urdnotgrunt’s bard Silk hang out for the sole purpose of embarrassing one of them. (hint: it’s not Silk.) And by me, I mean Fizz.

~3800 words

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By all accounts, Casimir should have seen this coming.

Invitations from Fizz for a night out weren’t rare, exactly. She littered them around her like confetti at half an opportunity, waiting for one to stick to the bottom of someone’s shoe or twine itself into their hair so she could corral the sorry sod into the nearest tavern. Casimir’s usual proximity to her meant that he was bound to be that sorry sod, every now and again.

Tonight, though, she had been dogged. His half-hearted rebuff had been met with a promise of good wine, and a jingle of her newly-filled coin purse, and really, hadn’t he intended to stumble his way into a cup at some point tonight anyway? So he had let her lure her into a warm, noisy, mostly-clean tavern, let her buy him a bottle of too-expensive wine that only partly lived up to the price, helped her work through nearly half of it, and only noticed the trap snapping closed around him when she sat upright with sudden formality.

“So, don’t be mad,” she began as she reached under the table. Casimir straightened immediately, swaying a little with the haze of the wine. Those were dangerous words on Fizz’s tongue, doubly so when his head wasn’t on straight.

“Fizz,” he warned, but it was too late; a high-sided box had already appeared on the table between them, coffer-sized and tied closed with a thick ribbon of green velvet. He stared down at it blankly, wide-eyed. A gift. She had brought him a gift. Today.

She knew.

Casimir took a long, deep breath through his nose. 

I have an obsession with my OCs’ families so I made an ask thing…

1. What is their relationship with their parents like?

2. What do their parents do for a living? 

3. Do they look a lot like their parents, or pretty different?

4.. Do they have siblings? How many? How old?

5. If they have siblings, what is their relationship like with them? If they’re an only child, do they wish they weren’t?

6. Are any of their grandparents in the picture?

7. Are they close to any non-immediate family members?

8. How much money does their family have?

9. Have any of their family members died in their lifetime?

10. Do they have/want kids? How many?

11. Which family member are they closest with? 

12. Which family member do they have the worst relationship with?

13. If they don’t live at their childhood home, how often do they visit? If they still do, are they excited to move out?

14. Are there any non-blood relatives they consider family?

I hope you're all doing well, and that the new year brings you health, love and creativity ♥

The slumber is finally over, and I would like to make the official announcement that #ockiss22 WILL be happening come February! More details to come by the end of the month.

In the meantime, gather your inspiration, gather your ocs, and gear up to spread some love! Feel free to DM me if you have suggestions for this year's prompt list.

Yeah, no worries! Like I said, most of her direct quotes are pretty context heavy, so idk if they're exactly what you're looking for, but here's some little ones that I like anyway! (I'm gonna treat this like a goodreads page and just. Slap the passages in for context, lmao)

Tagged by the ever lovely @ghilenan! This isn’t as exciting with writing as it is with art, but hell, I was feeling nostalgic. Plugging most of this under a cut because there’s no good way to handle the length on these bad boys ahhhhhaha. 

Tagging, if you feel up to it: @vargonautic, @rufinagertrude, @themilokin , @bladeverbena , @cobaltash , and everyone else that I have definitely forgotten to mention!

Alex: Oct 2017

Alex huffed, a short, incredulous breath through her nose.

“An excuse that’d get you discharged and me killed if anyone were to catch on,” she corrected, her voice going sharp and thin with earnest. The fluttery, nervous thing in her chest bounded up again, shuddering against her ribs. “That’s not a thing sane people do, Tahir. The fuck were you thinking?”

He said nothing at first, just fixed her with a quiet, searching look as he pushed himself onto his feet again. It stripped her bare, that look, and she folded her arms over her chest like it had suddenly become a pane of window glass, and he could see the frantic thing running itself ragged inside.

“I was thinking,” he said at last, in a voice as placid as lake water. “That you do a piss-poor job of giving a shit about yourself. And that there ought to be someone who does.”

The thing fluttering in her chest fell suddenly, deathly still. With it went the steady hammer of her heart, the even tempo of her breath, and about all she could manage was to put her gaze firmly away from anything that looked even remotely like Tahir’s direction.

She knew the sentiment shouldn’t have surprised her. He had never been quite so blunt about it before, but the whole ship knew that Tahir was a little soft - that behind the gruffness and the imposing silhouette, he was always the first to take stock of the new midshipmen, always the first to lend a penny to the man running dry in the bar seat beside him. He was a collector of favors after all, or so the joke went.

But this felt different, somehow. She already owed him something well beyond a friendly face or a penny lent. Hers was a debt of the compounding sort, the kind that doubled with every moment he spent not dragging her before their captain. By all rights, Tahir should be asking her to find him flasks of water, and relief from the sun, and a seat worked into a sandbag over the course of a week. But he didn’t. Hadn’t. Wouldn’t, she was pretty sure, except to make a joke about it.

And if it wasn’t a matter of gathering favors, and if it wasn’t a matter of repayment, the reason Tahir did anything for her at all resembled something that looked remarkably like fondness.

VS - Alex: Oct 2021