#application;

Name: “Mitth'raw'nuruodo, or Thrawn.”

Age: “Age is simply a construct.”

Do you like to cuddle?: “Hmm, perhaps.”

Can we make-out?: “Yes, of course.”

A night in or dinner out?: “Both?”

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: "I've never had either, but they sound pleasant either way."

What makes you a good Valentine?: “We have a good... and very nice relationship, I like to think.”

Would you cook for me?: “I don't know if you'd like it, but yes.”

Would you let me cook for you?: “Always...”

@warriorsfortune

Age: “The last time I checked I am in my twenties.”

Do you like to cuddle?: “Hug me as if I am a plushie and I will rip off your arms and beat you to death with them brutally, until you are a kriffing bloddy mush. I have nothing against a hug or two, but only when its between one respected person and another and with a kriffing fair warning beforehand or I will bite off fingers.”

Can we make-out?: “Ah yes, indluge in relations with Non-Humanoids and risk getting a kriffing lecture from your superior. On closer inspection, that actually makes the whole think risky and as everyone says- No risk no fun! ”

A night in or dinner out?: “Both is nice, but if we go outside we can go to the next forest and meadow and snatch our food from the local flora and even make a few lessons about alien flora about this…. I swear, I am not as boring as it sounded like, I am actually a cool Kriffer! I swear, I swear!”

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: “Oh kriff, none! I am a krififng mammal and in contrast to you humanoids my species can not digest lactose after growing out of beeing a baby pup. I know I look amazingly beautiful and youthful, but I am defnently not a pup. I can prepare you some, though?”

What makes you a good Valentine?: “I am awesome company and as my kriffing insomnia prevents myself from sleeping, I am running on seven cans of caf and therefor am able to go through the whole evening and night listening to everything you say without ever getting tiered. I might collapse at least one time, though.”

Would you cook for me?: “Sure. I usually only cook for my patients to use indrigents to help their, so what I would cook would be so horrible heatlthy it would make most people kriffing cry. It would be nice to cook something new just for the taste. What do you like to eat? I can try it? Or we can try it together?”

Would you let me cook for you?: “…sure, what would you like to cook? I am curious.”

@irrfahrer

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MUN

Name/Alias: Alex / Skull Pronouns: He/Him Age: 24 Timezone: EST

MUSE

Muse’s Name: Maxwell “Tweek” Tweak Physical Description:  5'9" with green eyes. Pretty slim and kinda pale but not unhealthily. Usually has bags under his eyes. Covered in freckles, and scars all over his fingers and hands from accidental mug shatterings. Self-harm scars line the inside of his forearms from trying to focus on something other than the voices. Messy ass blond hair, and missing one and a half fingers on his right hand that got caught in a coffee grinder a few years ago. (A sentimental memento of my first ever Tweek muse.) Background:  Tweek’s always known about the meth and cocaine his dad puts in their two ‘special’ blend the coffee house serves. Tweak blend Death Wish. it’s been a constant pretty much since he was born so he’s never??? Actually considered it as odd?? It’s very rare that he indulges, he just knows it’s their most expensive blend and makes them good bank. He also knows to not give it to kids and obviously that it gets customers high.  Tweek’s issues pretty much just kept escalating since the 4th grade and his parents continued to assume that he was just a spazz with ADD no matter what odd ticks he developed. His only solid source of support was Craig, his boyfriend from 4th-8th grade. What happened with that and the actual end-date TBD with Craig mun.  He spent his middle school years missing half his classes in a panic, but managed to turn that around once high school came around. He actually turned out to be pretty smart when his mind isn’t glazed over with anxiety or other things. He joined the drama club in High School and was actually really, really good at it and got a lot of lead roles in the school plays. Personality:  Tweek is terrified of or worried about most things. He can be pretty frank and reply to things flatly at times, especially if he hasn’t had coffee or slept in a while. Tweek is an unreliable narrator and over-exaggerates so keep that in mind when he’s freaking out about something. He’s probably spinning more onto it than there actually is.He has a surprisingly decent sense of humor and is very competitive. He usually lets loose in online games way more than real life because he knows the consequences are a lot less severe and he can go all out without fear. He’s a feisty fucker that won’t hesitate to fight someone if they piss him off bad enough and frequently carries around a pocket knife because it makes him feel more comfortable. He’s shockingly extroverted, and WILL make his opinions known regardless of who is around or who he’s disagreeing with. He weirdly likes being the center of attention so long as that attention is positive. Acting has become his passion since he did so well with his and Craig’s fake break up in the hallway in 4th grade. 

HEADCANONS

- Loosely Buddhist  - Vegetarian due to Buddhism, will still do eggs and dairy. - Impulsive as hell  - Almost always has cuts and band-aids on his hands.  - Wears colorful rubber bands on his fingers. Used to be to remember things; now he just feels weird without them.  - Needs glasses to read small print.   - Hates the idea of having to live on medications so tries to deal with his shit in other ways.  - Loves birds a lot.  - Likes cats but is mildly allergic.  - Hates yappy dogs, fine with big ones.  - Black Coffee. Shocker.  - Someone needs to take the TV and computer away from him. He keeps watching Ancient Aliens and Monster Hunters and Celebrity Ghost Stories as well as various YouTube horror and caught-on-tape countdowns.  - Loves gardens, but doesn’t have one. Kills every plant he tries to grow. Including a cactus. RIP Pokey.  - Favorite Coffee is French Roast (because it’s the richest) but will dip into his Dad’s Death Wish Blend (the meth-addled one) if he’s stressed out enough.  - Doesn’t trust himself to drive and doesn’t have his license. Would probably be a hazard on the road anyway.  - Doesn’t like to eat in front of people  - Loves and is really good at playing the piano  - Is terrified of Vamp Kids. He’s pretty sure they’re not real vampires but you can never be sure!  - His bottom lip is usually split and scabbed and his finger tips are the same way due to him constantly nervously chewing on either his fingers or bottom lip.  - Amazing singing voice - Frequently taking parts in local plays  - Really wants to be an actor.  - Nails are usually really pretty since he tends to chew his actual fingers rather than them. 

SAMPLE PARA

Fingernails chewed short drum on the surface of the counter as the morning rush filters through the coffee shop. Tweek’s sleepless eyes stay trained on the glass door, desperate for the minute hand to finish its cycle. Two minutes.

Years of practice leaves the shaky seventeen year old breaking far fewer mugs than he did in his childhood, a fact that his father makes a point to underhandedly praise him for. He doesn’t take it well. It rings in his ears as a reminder of past failures rather than current successes, and considering it’s been months since he last broke anything he’s sure it was malicious.

Man, he can’t wait to get out of here.

Tik, tok, tik, tok the clock goes until finally, finally, it hits the number he was waiting for. He belts out, in a voice practiced to be higher than natural for him, “It’s time for school!” and barely stops himself from vaulting over the counter. He moves around it instead, the more fun option too dangerous, as his father comes out from the back to take over.

He snags the backpack he’d left at the edge of the counter and rushes out onto the sidewalk. Never, never the street. Blue-green eyes dart away from the pavement and he hurries himself along across town.

Except, the moment he rounds the corner of his usual route, something is different. He thinks it’s Craig, for a fraction of a second. Dark hair, and intense bored eyes belonging to the guy he nearly slammed into- but Craig hasn’t met him on the way to school since freshman year and these eyes aren’t the cold stormy grey he knows. These eyes burn unnaturally red. Damien.

MUN Name/Alias: Red Pronouns: She/Her Age: 21 Timezone: UTC:04:00

MUSE Muse’s Name: Clyde Donovan Physical Description:

Clyde as he grew older gained quite a bit of muscle, but he’s still rather plump. He has tried to grow a beard a few times but it always comes out looking patchy and scraggly. He opts to shave it off after his friends (Craig) made fun of him for it. He’s got brown eyes and messy brown hair. He has multiple scars, one from his colonoscopy, others he doesn’t like to talk about. Background:

After getting his mom killed, he receded into himself a lot, got depression he hadn’t had before and kind of got shunned by his sister and father. It’s been a long road since those days, his family built itself  back together after a lot of therapy and he’s medicated for his depression and back to his normal self. He briefly worked in his father’s shoe store before he realized that it wasn’t for him and instead is a counsellor for an after school program for kids.    Personality:

Bubbly, loud and extremely energetic, Clyde is the human version of a puppy through and through. Extremely loyal, even if people bully and are mean to him. (Craig) Very self-conscious about himself for multiple reasons. Very trusting, even though he really shouldn’t be. Still a huge crybaby. Really obnoxious at times.

HEADCANONS - Got some really bad depression after his mom died, he goes to regular therapy and is on medication for it.

- Craig is his BEST friend in the whole universe. Craig may bully him and be all around mean, but Clyde would do whatever the hell Craig wanted just to get a fraction of Craig’s attention and approval. Clyde sees them as good friends as Stan and Kyle. Craig is super cool to him, and he wants to be like him.

- Not really one for pets, he had a dog once and it wasn’t really his cup of tea. Likes plants instead, mostly because they’re pretty and girls seem to think his green thumb is impressive.

- Loves cooking and baking, he can make some pretty complex stuff. Thinking about trying to be a cook for a professional job. It’s really amazing to watch people enjoy something you make, yaknow?

- Fear of toilets, for obvious reasons.

- Has a moderately successful YouTube channel dedicated to harmless pranks and vlogs.

SAMPLE PARA

Being an after school counselor for the smaller kids was one of the best jobs Clyde has ever had, even if he’s only ever had twi the statement still stands. He had the most fun being immature and making sure kids that had to place to go after school had fun so they could forget about their shitty lives for a bit.

And in the kids eyes, he was pretty great? Having a young adult who had just as much energy as you and was in on all the stuff you liked without making it cringy? Total score.

“Okay guys! So today we’re going to take a journey to the unknowwwn, a place where ghosts and demons go to prey on little kids, so make sure to stick close!” transforming the entire gym into a cool and scary looking forest for Halloween was hard but he was totally up for that shit. Took like three days but, anything for the kids right?

Things jumped out, kids screamed, he ‘protected’ them, but by the end, they were all ramped up and ready to go again which made the three days of work totally worth it.

“You guys really want to go again? Okay, but I have to warn you. It’s not the same as last time!”

Muse’s Name: Craig Tucker

Physical Description: Craig is one of South Park’s longest pencil people. He’s very tall, standing at 6'3" and has a thin, lanky frame. He’s not the type that can gain muscle mass easily and it definitely shows. His black hair is always under the blue chullo hat he’s worn since childhood, the ends of just dusting out from the edges. He’s not fashion knee what so ever so catch him in t-shirts, sweats and hoodies like, always. His grey-blue eyes only dull out his rather boring appearance even further, not that he cares much. Really, its a look he rather likes.

Background: Craig has always been Troubled Youth™ from middle to high school, ditching classes, getting into trouble with teachers, and bullying other students was often what he was in for. He rarely got into any “real trouble” with the police, but it did happen once or twice, mostly due to the people who dragged him in more deep then he’d like to go. Craig had gotten his act together in 11th-12th year, took education more seriously and tried harder. He had to once he realized what he wanted to do with his life. He’s hoping better grades will lead him to aerospace engineering. Being a NASA engineer is the end goal for him.

Personality: Craig has always been a stoic guy. He has trouble expressing his emotions, rarely comes off as sympathetic and is rude and blunt with everything he says. A lot of people assume there’s ‘something wrong with him’ like BPD or anything along other personality disordered, but he is perfectly healthy in the mental case. He’s just… kinda a dick, really. He only really expresses that concern and sympathy towards those he cares about, sometimes its him who hurts them and its too late when he notices. Notable traits about Craig is that he somehow always manages to keep his cool. He’s always so calm, never panicking, expressing too much happiness or losing his control over emotions at all.

HEADCANONS:

- Hates the dentist’s and never got braces to fix up those “messed up teeth.” [Quote; Cartman] He refuses to get braces still. It’s mainly his bottom row of teeth that’s crooked + light tooth gap between front two teeth.

- His biological mother was Peruvian. He speaks no Spanish. Thomas was in a previous marriage which was broken off early when Craig was just one and Craig views Laura Tucker as his real mom for raising him.

- Still wishes he could be a spaceman, but the childhood dream has come crashing down due to the reality of life. It’s just not going to happen. BUT, he wants to be an engineer for NASA once he’s done with his schooling. Or at least work his way up there and maybe accomplish his dream.

- Craig still wears his blue chullo hat to this day. Not gonna take it off. He loves the thing. Laura made it for him when he was a kid one year where they had bad money struggles and it’s always been a staple for him since then.

- He’s a bit of a sci-fi nerd, weeb and gaymer, but no one really knows that bit of him. It’s not a hobby the guy talks about a lot. Naruto is #1, its his ninja way to live by it.

SAMPLE PARA

[This is old af and from another group so forgive me lmao.]

Craig finds himself standing in the middle of a spotlight on a stage in front of a large audience. ‘Just give a speech about something you find offensive!’ they said, ‘it’ll be easy!’ they said… Craig hardly finds anything offensive at all. What the hell was he suppose to go on a rant about in front of all these people? It took him weeks to think of anything to give a speech about, and in the end he couldn’t even come up with a good one.

Well, he doesn’t give a shit enough to find anything offensive. So what could the people who care too much find offensive? “Uh.” Craig coughed, clearing his throat, only making the silence about 1000 times more uncomfortable. “So… how about those… Taxes.” ‘Are taxes offensive? Fucking Christ… Just put me out of my suffering.’ Suddenly, the crowd is cheering. What the fuck is happening. Do people honestly get offended by taxes? Craig wears a ghost of a grin, continuing his speech; “Right. Yeah, and… those damn immigrant right?” 'The average idiot white red neck hates immigrants right?’ Craig thought to himself, a bit of optimism in his mind. Now the crowd is silent again. A lot of them looked shocked, and a lot more, pissed the hell off. “Ugh, fuck you guys, I’m out.” Craig drops his microphone, the loud screech of it falling echoes through the room as the tall male walks off stage, both middle finger waved in the faces of the people. He’s not some shitty people pleaser, this crowd can suck his balls.

name: Greta M.

age: 26

star sign: Pisces 

3 random facts: There is power in a name and I will not be giving out my True Name to anyone. Ever. So don’t ask.

I cannot abide Fae creatures. But since this is a witch coven I trust only witches are allowed.

When I was a young and dumb kid, I ran with vampires. Those days are long over.

power(s): My element is primarily water, but I am proficient in several others. My specialty is channeling energy, but I make charms and potions to keep the lights on.

hours of availability: Mostly the weekends between 5-7pm.

I solemnly swear to share the sanctity of the group, treat it as my coven while respecting my fellow witches and treat them with fairness and equality. I further vow to never share it with outsiders. Sign: ✘ Date: 8/2/18