The Lost Royal of Subcon Forest

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

He would’ve done his whole spiel and put on a show of it like he usually did, but something kept him from doing that this time.

He knew that face.

Was… was it her? could it be her?

The great behemoth found himself wanting to break down at the prospect of it being her, but instead kept it together behind a face of pure shock.

“Hailey..?”

It’s the first time he’s said that name in years, but it’s hers, he knows it. He gave it to her.

She braced herself for a fight despite her irritation at this inconvenience, blue optics squinting up at the large shadow spirit as she gripped her umbrella tightly. However, no blows were launched at her, nor was there any grand display of powers or magic. 

In fact, the ghost person seemed… off-put, to phrase it lightly. Hat Kid didn’t get why–maybe he was surprised at a kid wandering into his place?  The way he said that name disproved her theory immediately though. Obviously there was something here Hat Kid was missing.

‘I’m your father’ was what he wanted to say, but didn’t, it seemed too early for that.

“I’m the guardian of this forest, kid, and uh.. sorry, I thought you were someone I hadn’t seen in a long time.” she very clearly doesn’t recognize him, but.. but what if he were to change his form? would she recognize him then?

The world around them falters, as does the grand spirit. He doesn’t want to mess with her, but he also doesn’t want to let her go on the off chance that this is his daughter. Despite wanting to, he doesn’t reform, just gives a terribly troubled look in her direction.

You want to write a fic where your OC, or OCs get with a fictional canon love interest, go for it. You wanna draw fan art of your OC with said canon love interest? Do it! want to post it on the internet, be it a fanfiction site, tumblr or deviantart? yes go for it!

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