#keerin

Merry Pridemas continues and so does me just showing off my characters Lui and Keerin both go by they/them! They're both agender and aroace. Well, Lui might see things a bit more differently, but those are the closest labels that work for them.

On the second slide, we have Cookie and Link! They're part of those OCs I AU for everything but their original version is Addisons from DELTARUNE.

I have a specific headcanon for Addisons and their gender culture and whatnot, but, as far as real world labels, these two are:

Cookie goes by He/She/They/It interchangeably. They're nonbinary, and pan. Possibly poly.

Iroksa had awoken ragged and panting. Their hair stuck to their face; their sweat soaked into the sheets, and they threw them off as they stood, unable to stand the sterile, foreign strangeness of the room boxing them in. Panic from a dream they could not remember clawed in their chest, and they wanted nothing more than the comforting darkness of their goddess--stopping only long enough to pull on slippers--as they went outside.

But all that awaited them was the cruel light of the sun. Her, in a way, they tried to remember, thinking of Kai. But not Her in the way they wanted Her. The wind blew their loose hair around them. They bit their bare, scarred thumb. They walked anyway, just to walk, just to find some fragment of Her, somewhere in the shadows of the garden.

Headcanon A:  realistic

Keerin: they still secretly enjoy presenting masc, but their enjoyment of it has been completely tainted by familial expectation to the point they've convinced themself it's not for them.

Annalise: when she heard the Lost Capulets for the first time, she knew she had to see them in person. the crosscountry drive to the city they play in is one she could have, if she tried, done in a few days. but she allotted weeks for it, solely so she could stop and visit all the roadside attractions she never got the chance to see when she was a kid on the road with her dad.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Keerin: ankle fetish

Annalise: in elementary, a chicken hid in her backpack and came to school with her and followed her around all day. she was so popular, everyone was amazed at how well 'trained' it was.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Keerin: a long time ago, you told me about how keerin had an eating disorder during their teen model phase, but they'd managed to recover. for a while there, they were doing really well, connecting and baking and being involved in their community. they were recovering while kai was getting worse. but now that they're with their grandma and her strict diets, theyre gonna relapse. as kai's getting healthier, keerin's getting thinner.

Annalise: in spite of how incredibly close they were as kids, her dad barely knows who she is anymore. he doesn't know about the angel stuff. he doesn't know about the smoking, or drinking, or depression. it's not that he hates her or has been ignoring her, he just... hasn't been home enough to see it. she didnt tell him when she left for her road trip. every time he calls, she lies, having made up an entire fake college schedule to feed him, just so he doesn't get worried or feel disappointed in her.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Keerin: wore the POOFIEST dress to prom. hated it so much theure never ever gonna wear a poofy dress ever again.

Jeremy and Xander once showed up 20 minutes late to a practice on purpose to try to get them to talk. It didn't work.

Cyrus thinks Keerin's dolls are mega creepy and he doesn't like them, which is the main reason he asked to take pictures of them once.

^^ : go through your muse’s aesthetic tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

“Come on,” pleaded the half-canid thing thing trapped in the tube. Its dark, shifting body dissolved into eternal clouds in the sickly yellow liquid, but half of it was solid, solid enough for its claws to scrape at the glass and create a horrible, piercing screech. It seemed to grin, bearing teeth on a mouth that shouldn’t be able to make that face, and its eyes, rings of purple yellow purple red and bulging, stared unblinking at Keerin.