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eldritchlulz replied to your post: Beheading Mac Bradaigh is hackneyed. Serrate the...
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Ideally? Me.
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TERROR: Fears/phobias
Soap doesnt have a lot of Traditional fears because by nature of their anatomy theyre pretty god damned hard to kill. Soapâs biggest fear is probably Girls, who soap views presumably in the same way that prehistoric humans viewed fire
RIGHTEOUS: Their emotional/moral weak spots
Soap is one big emotional and moral weak spot. Theyâre in many aspects a doormat and wonât say no to someone who offers them affection and attention. They could be pushed into doing pretty seriously fucked up stuff without too much difficulty. It also doesnât help that they think theyâre very stupid and so immediately defer to the knowledge of the people around them as being more correct
blush and shame!
BLUSH:Â What gets them flustered
Genuine, heartfelt compliment. Itâs why it keeps getting taken aback by Ivanya, itâs not used people taking its insults/remarks as âaw how cuteâ. It does its best to like, hide its feeling under layers of sarcasm and fake ego (see: any conversation with misha) but make no mistake, it is screaming internally.
SHAME:Â Guilty pleasures
Enjoying other peopleâs company. Like, Reagan doesnât have the personality to be embarrassed about its interests, itâs too good at putting on fake confidence and itâs too genuinely unbothered by other peopleâs opinions, but actually enjoying being around people? Bullshit it would never.

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eldritchlulz replied to your post: [ thiren shows up to the gathering in comfycore...
[moire is fucking On That Shit: first she dashes up to give thiren a friendly shoulder bump thatâs maybe a Little too rowdy for someone whoâs holding a box of fireworks, then peers excitedly in the box. âare they gonna turn into a dragon like the gandalf ones?â
[ thiren grins wildly at moire, caught up in the other girlâs frantic energy and the excitement of seeing her again, entirely unconcerned with how disheveled she looks; she sets the box down a safe distance from the loose huddles of kids with a flourish. ânot yet, but Iâm working on it. Iâve got a whole ton of colours, though. wanna pick out the first round?â ]
eldritchlulz said: [moire fucking tackles her at the end of lunch, after spying her through the shoulders of two extremely jacked minotaurs. itâs like hitting a brick (or clay, haha) wall. âguess what,â she grins, oblivious to the fact that sheâs just functioned as the worldâs worst post-nap alarm clock.]
[the first time this happened, it felt like getting hit by a tidal wave. now itâs more like the alarm on her phone: annoying, but familiar. buzzing with energy.
audâs too tired to shove her off right away, even as she digs a moire-shaped dent in her sides thatâll be visible through her uniform shirt. she lets her head fall back onto her arms, voice muffled. âyou missed me,â she guesses.]