The Only Character Questionnaire You'll Ever Need (works For All Characters And Genres)

The only character questionnaire you'll ever need (works for all characters and genres)

Name:

Role: 

Physical description: 

Age:

Personality Type:

Distinctive skills and abilities:

Greatest fear:

Misbelief about the world:

What happened to make them believe this lie:

What do they criticize others for: 

Love Language: 

How do they respond to emotional pain:

Top 3 things they value (physical or abstract):

Is there an object they can’t bear to part with and why:

Typical outfit:

Method of manipulation:

How are they dissatisfied with life:

What do they think will bring them happiness:

What could they do to make that happen: 

How has their fear stopped them from taking this action:

How do they think they can get their goal without doing the thing that makes them afraid:

Answer for each character this character has a direct relationship with

Describe relationship briefly:

Points of conflict in relationship:

What do they agree on:

What do they disagree on:

Any secrets kept from each other and why:

How did they meet and how long did they know each other:

How will their relationship change over the course of the story:

"Look at this. Look at what you've done. You caused all of this by being your fucking hurtable self. I was normal before I met you, but you fucking infected me with these thoughts and impulses.

You did this to me. This is your fault. You're not the victim here, I am. You've ruined me, not the other way around.

You messed up my mind to the point of doing this, and honestly? I think you deserve this for manipulating me like that."

banned wands

hi!! would you be open to writing a part 2 to Buttercup? it’s totally ok if you don’t want to! I love and cherish your writing regardless <33

I really don't know if this is good or not...

Part 1

Buttercup II

Whumper entered the basement. Their hands were full with packs of cookies and cartons of milk. They smiled giddily at Whumpee who looked all pretty chained up on the floor.

They put the stuff on the table before crouching down in front of the sleeping beauty. They stared at them intently before leaning in closer and blowing soft air into Whumpee's ear, making them squirmed slightly in their sleep.

"Mm…"

Whumper chuckled softly, blowing into the other's ear again. Whumpee stirred awake in their sleep, clearly disturbed by the playful teasing. Whumper stood up straight again and grabbed a carton of milk from the table. "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead…!"

Whumper opened the lid of the milk carton and poured the content all over Whumpee who immediately jolted awake from their sleep. Whumpee let out short gasps as their body were covered with the sweet scent. "W-what are you— umph!"

Whumper poured another carton of milk over them, taking in the sight of their shirt sticking to their skins.

"S-stop! What are you doing…?!"

"Hm? Nothing. Simply playing with you."

Whumper kept pouring another and another and another cartons of milk, leaving Whumpee almost completely soaking wet with their skin already felt sticky and uncomfortable. 

Whumper grabbed a pack of cookies, teared it open before tossing a few pieces of cookies into their mouth. They happily chewed the cookie, looking down at Whumpee with joy.

They took another cookie but this time they crushed it inside their palm and scattered the crumbs all over Whumpee. Same as before, they let the crumbs glued to the milk. One went into their mouth, one spread all across Whumpee's body.

Whumpee sneezed out when a few crumbs got inside their nose. They felt so disgusting, so messy and dirty and humiliated. They tried to brush away the particle but Whumper immediately stopped them.

"If you do that, I'll make it even more uncomfortable for you."

Whumper said threateningly. They picked up the empty cartons and packaging before walking out of the basement, leaving Whumpee alone.

~

A moment later, Whumper entered the basement again but this time they brought a Golden Retriever with them. Whumpee's eyes widened as they covered their faces in panic.

"D-don't let him near me…!"

Whumper chuckled at the extreme reaction and raised an eyebrow, "Not too fond of dogs, eh? Are you scared of them?"

Whumpee nodded and the answer only made Whumper's smirk widened. They released the dog's collar and watched him made his way to the pleasant smell on Whumpee's body.

"No! No! Please!"

Whumpee scurried away to the wall, hoping it would swallow them up. They tugged on the chain desperately, wanting to get out of here, of this freak's house. Whumper chuckled, feeling amused as they watched Whumpee kept avoiding their Golden Retriever.

"Aww, don't be like that. He's just like me. We like someone feisty."

Whumpee screamed in fear as the dog finally reached them and started licking the crumbs and milk off of their body. The sensation made their heart beating gradually faster and they couldn't help their body from trembling. "No, no please! Go away...go away...!"

Whumper smiled, sighing softly at the sight as they took out their smartphone, capturing the sweet moment.

~

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes

The whumpee had lashed out and hurt their friends, they’d cried and broken things before- and they hated every second of it all. The whumpee just couldn’t deal with the aftermath of what had happened to them, and they just wanted to be left alone.

Whumpee with amnesia not remembering anything from before their capture.

They don’t understand why everyone’s so happy to finally see them, they don’t even know who those people are, for starters. However, most importantly, they don’t understand why one person in particular appears to be more overjoyed than the rest, near crying as they run towards them and wrap their arms around them lovingly.

And after a few minutes of trying to remember something- anything, the only thing Whumpee can manage to reply with is, “…who are you?” As they feel the arms around them loosen slightly, watching as the teary-eyed expression of the person turns from joy into one of hurt and confusion, similar to their own.