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☕️ and ⛸️ from this ask game, pls? also good to see you around, eve! sending good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck to ya. :3 - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)
enchant you're an angel <33 sending good vibes back because you gave me no names, I will take the liberty of picking two characters for each question from a quest of cards and calamity ☕️ Hot Cocoa: what do your OCs do if they need reassurance or comfort? Do they talk to someone/fall back on a certain activity? Alex (prior to the narrative) often needed reassurance and comfort, since their curse messed up interactions with people and basic tasks, yet they believed the faults were their own. So there are many afternoons where they are found sitting on the large windowsill in their room with the windows flung open, vibing with the animals - a capybara on their lap, a tapir by their side, and various birds on their shoulders and in their hair. Animals don't judge and no one goes to that part of the forest. Bennie destressed in his garden. After a long day dealing with customers who could somehow never interpret his painstakingly simple instructions correctly and minor injuries they could have tended to at home, they find no better place to be than among dirt and leaves. Covered all the way up to his elbows in earth, weeds curling and dying in the folds of his skirt, and a trowel waiting to be used by their side.
⛸️ Ice Skating: tell us about a skill your OC has. Is it unusual? Something they worked hard on? Does it ever come in handy? Cuckoo (when magic was around) was really great at manipulating the taste of things with their illusions. She would mess with people at the circus, often making some panic by making them think they were eating something they were allergic to when they were actually okay. They used it often when bouncing from village to village - she'd make chefs or patrons think food had spoiled so they would throw it out for her to eat. Though, sometimes she still made a scene in a restaurant. Just for fun. Maggie translated her wealth of knowledge for intricate braids - which came from days of practice being shut up in the house for her own protection - to learning to tie a myriad of sea-worthy knots. She hasn't used that skill yet, but she's sure it'll come in handy someday. Maybe. Hopefully.
ask game is linked in the ask (thanks for that)
12 days of self appreciation day one: hug
From @writeblrfantasy event. It’s a little late but that’s okay. Admittedly I don’t write nearly enough hug scenes so I’m going to rectify that.
Bennie crushed Cuckoo to their chest. Her eyes widened in surprise but she said nothing. Ben’s arms wrapped around her like a viper, one sliding up and dislodging the gold detailed bandana across her hair. Weakly, she pushed against his chest, where her arms were pinned, but she didn’t move. Resigning herself to the situation, she inhaled deeply. Ben smelled like metallic earth and growing things, even though he hadn’t been gardening for a month. Old sweat faintly broke through the green of his scent and Cuckoo wrinkled her nose. Though she was originally resisting this, the hug was kind of nice, not awkward like she worried it would be. The weight of it seemed to be blocking out her worries, the pressure pulling her attention to be solely on the little world in Ben’s arms. She didn’t have to worry about the consequences of her actions, what the others would think of the stunt she pulled, how she would rectify, and wanted to rectify, any damage she had caused. That could be dealt with later. For now, her focus could be on herself and the care she needed, wanted, had from Ben. It would be enough, and things might be okay.
hello!!! <33 🧣 and ❄️ for the winter asks please!! i love you so much klsdjfasdf
I love you more!! And I included your favorite <3
❄️ Snowflake: talk about a unique trait or aspect of your favorite OC. Have they been living rent-free in your brain? It’s time to talk about them!
While I’m not saying it’s a good thing, I’m obsessed with how cuckoo interacts with the world. Any action she takes is almost guaranteed to increase chaos in any given situation. Chaotic neutral leaning on chaotic evil - she doesn’t want to kill anyone but if that will cause the most havoc, things will be as they be. I love thinking up plans she’ll concoct and not communicate simply so see what she articulates fall through. She lives for the look of horror on people’s faces and I love that for her.
🧣Scarf: tell us about a secret your OC has and what would happen if they revealed it.
In the village where everyone comes from, bendis is widely regarded as a competent healer, taking over his parents business with an unrivaled passion. He tends a beautiful garden and they only sometimes cheats with magic. However, not many people know that he’s an avid poisonist. Tucked away in a corner of the garden, he meticulously grows toxic and deadly plants that could kill with a single leaf. Though some can be used in medicine when prepared appropriately, the majority are sold on the black market. Since Ben is known as an upright citizen, it could tarnish their reputation for dealing in seemingly nefarious places with sinister business. He sees it purely as another source of income since he employs help in the shop, and genuinely enjoys the challenge of raising then deadly crops.
12 days of writer self love day 2: crown
I saw the time and wrote this in a rush and I’m obsessed. This scene takes place after the narrative and is just so soft and sweet and domestic.
“This is so frustrating!” Alex fumed as they snapped another dandelion stem.
Cuckoo watched them upside down from the tree they were hanging from, two completed flower crowns layered over their bandana across their forehead. “I’m sure you’ll get it. You’ve always shown such prowess for fiddly tasks. Your skill with detail is unparalleled.”
Ben, sitting behind Cuckoo, shuffled forward and tugged on their dangling arms. They fell down with a thump into his lap and glared up at him good-naturedly. He ruffled their hair and turned back to his own garland. They had a dwindling pile next to them as what had been taught to be a flower crown was now turning into a rope taller than they were. Cuckoo picked up part of the chain and twisted it between their fingertips, squishing the petals out of shape.
“Don’t be cruel, Cuckoo,” Stella admonished. “It’s okay if you don’t finish. We have plenty to go around.” She tossed a finished daisy crown at Alex where it landed lopsided on their head. They grimaced cheerfully in thanks, brow furrowing again as Alex turned their attention back to their four linked dandelions.
“You mean you have plenty to go around,” corrected Maggie. A stack of flower crowns adorned her heads, all unique. Her braids were hidden and her eyes were partially blocked from the sheer volume of them.
Stella, offended, said, “I do not! I don’t have a single flower crown to my name. So, I’d better make one.”
“And declare me ruler again?” Maggie suggested with a knowing look.
“You do rule my heart,” Stella said, tilting Maggie’s chin up to give her a kiss.
“Get a room!” Cuckoo yelled from where they were still laying on Ben’s legs.
“You dare order her majesty around?” Stella flew to her feet, the half finished crown falling to the floor. She tackled Cuckoo onto the ground, and the crafting fell into giggles as the sun sank in the sky.
we need more concerning women in media. I want to be watching a TV show and to go "oh that woman has problems." I want to watch a woman constantly make the worst decisions in the world with no sign of stopping
I am to my core a corvid of a man. if you manage to worm your way past my scary exterior I WILL form a bond with you and I WILL bring you trinkets and thingies to show my gratitude and friendship.