#questdrivencollierps

@questdrivencollierps

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse

    Unexpected best described the phrase spoken pointedly by the elder.

Her blue hues became more prominent as her eyes widened. The color contained in her irises seemed to deepen. She thought about the six words, all strung together. She didn’t think she was alone, she had plenty of friends! ... she always had. Right?

   She couldn’t explain it. She pinpointed a hard pang in her chest, right atop her heart. She grimaced internally, keeping a straight face otherwise. She felt her eyes start to sting as she blankly stared forward, forcing herself to try and focus on something else, to no avail. Why had the words hit her so hard? Was it affection from a motherly figure? Somehow she suspected it may be more than that. 

my opinion on;

character in general: Chi-Chi is someone who I wouldn’t mind seeing more at times. It’s hilarious how she’s the one that Goku fears most at times. Like I don’t think Goku has ever stood up to her? Yet I’m 100% sure Gohan has at least once for sure before going to Namek. He did tell her to ‘shut-up’ right? Either way Chi-Chi is great and has some decent reasons to be all iffy about Gohan fighting. He is but a child for most of the series.  (Not to say that Gohan should have never fought though, he is the reason why the world hasn’t ended.)how they play them:  The interactions have been mostly smaller stuff and dashboard based but yeah I like Collie’s portrayal, motherly as heck. Captures her personality good yes C:the mun:  I know we haven’t talked but you seem pretty cool! C:

do i;

follow them: YEAHrp with them: Yes sometimes C:want to rp with them: yea!ship their character with mine: fAMILY PLATONIC SHIP DUH

what is my;

overall opinion: 10 outta 10 gonna cause more trouble on dash someday and attract the attention of Chi-Chi.

Send me “Hush, go back to sleep.” for my character to fall asleep in your characters arms.

    She didn’t remember getting tired. She didn’t remember resting with her. She didn’t remember much of what lead up to it; she was caught in the moment. Caught in the unfamiliar sensations of a mother’s adoration. 

   The gentle passes of her fingers through her hair, and another of the gentle, but firm grip around her small frame. The gentle heartbeat that was as steady as the second counter on a clock. A legitimate sense of love and protection like this one -- even safety, as well -- were so unfamiliar for so long, it seemed like. Her eyes blindly fluttered, pupils not focusing on one thing in particular as everything slowly seemed to blur and fade to black.