We'll Burn That Bridge When We Get To It

(An Ask/RP Blog for my Fandomless OC's. Always open to asks and rp requests! Multiship Friendly too!  For info on Muses refer to the muses page!)

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ATTENTION EVERYONE, IT IS NOW

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Character Development “Hard Mode” Meme: send a number & character to my ask box  and I’ll write an answer/headcanon in reply.

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

[tlirsgender]

You ever try to write romance and you just feel like this image

[tlirsgender]

Me: ok so then they kiss. Word it

My brain, gay and also stupid: ttheir lipsps……..

Me: go on

Brain: hhdhfbfhhf kis

[putas666]

[cheaphalloweencostume]

thinking about going off the rails and becoming one of those people fixated on an undeveloped character to the point where their projections and headcanons have made them into an unrecognizable fully fleshed out entity

[cheaphalloweencostume]

this is unironic btw i think these people are braver and more creative than any mainstream creator and they’re the backbone of every fandom

[supersexybisexual]

My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”

[iamnmbr3]

Characters with enough intellect and common sense to clearly and easily grasp that something is a Bad Idea, but with enough chaotic dumbass energy to decide they gotta just go ahead with it anyway are on point.

[m0dern-idiot]

[foilflingza]

*makes aus for own ocs* i am my own fandom

[athurmorgan-deactivated20200414]

what if… i shipped my oc… with yours… aha ha, just kidding… unless…👀

[tartts]

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

[kyousrpaskmemes]

Two truths and a lie, anyone? – Ask my muse any three questions.  – They’ll answer… but which two answers are true?

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

[inky-duchess]

Me, telling my characters that I love them despite destroying their lives for entertainment value:

My Characters:

[heavensghost]

Lies

[eunha1ov]

[ywukki]

i cannot believe that my hand isn’t being held right now!!! or my cheek isn’t being kissed!!!!! or my hair isn’t being stroked!!!!!!!!! this is truly an outrage

[thefittest-blog1]

adamthefirestarter·:

It was sort of hard not to take notice of her paling expression. Perhaps he had said something upsetting? A pang of guilt hit him then but he brushed it away and hoped that the bit about not being messed with didn’t have a lasting effect down the line. Lord knows how Iz would torment him if he pushed her away. But, There was a side to her she hadn’t quite revealed. Whatever troubles she carried he’d make sure to find in time though. Curiosity tended to get the better of him, much to his own demise though. It took Adam a long moment to dig for any happy holiday related memories he had but eventually he found one memorable enough to share. 

“Halloween. Hands down. When I was little my sister would take me out around our neighborhood to trick or treat because my dad always ended up refusing to go out. I never really had a good costume though. But that didn’t stop us from goofing off and having some fun. She even took me to the bigger houses to scrape in a few big bars. By the end of the night we had a pretty good stash. She even kicked the shit out of this kid that was teasing me in school when he tried to take the candy we got!”

He had a fond expression on his face as he recollected past events. The rather pleasant feeling that came with said happy memory was quickly replaced with a deep rooted feeling of sorrow and dread. Adam couldn’t help but wonder how things would have ended up for them  both had he not caved to his anger and sought an easy way out. There was no sense in worrying about that now though. If things were different he never would have met Angela after all. It was her turn to give a story though. There was a whole plethora of things he wanted to know about her but in the end he decided to continue to play it safe and just turn the question back on her. Maybe they enjoyed the same holiday! 

“And that’s it from me! But what about you Angie? You got any interesting Holiday tales? Maybe from a like able Holiday perhaps?”

He shot a smile in her direction as they walked and basked in the bittersweet feeling of her hand entwined with his. It felt weird in some way knowing that yesterday he could’ve vanished into obscurity and not have been missed by a single soul. But Angela found him. And she cared about him, making all the difference in the world. Things were finally seeming to shape up for him. The impending mall seemed to answer his question on what she had planned but nothing was one hundred percent certain to him yet.

At the mention of his warm holiday memory Angela’s eyes lit up and the edges of her lips rose to take the form of a smooth curve rather than the firm smile that had been glued on her face since she had been made uncomfortable at the mention of her immunity in the city. Nodding along with each breath he took while he explained his time with increasing excitement, the blonde was left pondering what could have happened to him that sent him here by the end of his story. Away from his home, found in a campus parking lot covered in grime and looking as unkempt as he did confused. Somewhere, he apparently had a family…unless something went very wrong in the time span that would lead him up to this point. The odds of that happening were extremely low when she factored in the chances that another would have to join “the unluckiest people in the town” basket. Shaking off the thought for now, Angela brought up her free hand to comment on his admission and offer a short quip.

“Your older sister beat a bully up for you? ‘And you got a lot of candy? That sounds like an amazing time for a Halloween night, Adam! I never really celebrated it myself growing up, but we hold some killer costume parties here now. Maybe we can go! If you’re still around, that is. Not that I’m trying to guilt you though!”

Good job, Angie. You bombed that. Stealing her hand away from their shared hold, she played at her hair in an attempt to halt the humiliated blush that was coming upon her cheeks and tuck in the few strands that had been loosened by the vigorous nodding of her head from when he’d been telling her of his Halloween. Although when he’d posed an equal question at her, the woman was bewildered. It was obvious in the sudden squaring of her shoulders and the small gap that appeared between her lips due to the surprise. Then again, Angela never really did open her mouth very much–smiling was a kind and friendly disposition to have. Reliable. As someone who was mute, she found it embarrassing to express herself using her mouth–she felt she just looked like a fish out of water. Trying to gulp in air and being unable to make real use of the action. 'But who ever tried making conversation back with someone unable to speak? Taking notice of this, the blonde quickly shut her mouth and furiously wrote out her response in an attempt to recover from this blunder.

“Oh! Well, there was a time we were driving to a business thing for one of my roommates and the car broke down. It was Christmas and they were pretty upset at first…but everyone wound up like walking together and leaning on each other. Talking to each other. Just real and soft! Those moments are really rare now, it seems. You realise how you truly feel about people. I don’t mean to sound too cheesy! I love my fair share of parties and stuff, that’s just my favorite. 'But we’re almost there!!”

Allowing her phone to finish its chime in her stead, Angela twirled on her heels in order to position herself behind her companion so that she could place her hands on his back and usher him forward with a renewed bounce in her step. The store’s display windows were riddled with smooth monochromatic mannequins donned in lavish clothing, accessories, and jewelry – not one with a price tag visible on an article of clothing. Clearly, she’d planned this ahead of time. 'And upon pushing him into the automatic doors of the shop known as “Albion”, a woman no less than forty hurried to the couple with a shimmering name tag that read “Margaret”. If she were trying to greet them, she was doing so exactly how you’d imagine someone of this monetary prestige would – with a scowl and raised brows. It hadn’t been the first time Angela had met her, yet she somehow still seemed surprised anytime the blonde needed to partake in the store’s stock. Brushing aside the employee’s scoffed greeting with a wide smile that was fueled purely by the small burst of adrenaline sent into her at such an act, Angela removed herself from behind Adam to sidle up beside him once more and brush the back of her hand against the back of his.

Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world.

[adamthefirestarter]

Seeing her smile helped to set the nagging feeling he had made her uncomfortable with his previous remark to rest. It felt wonderful to know that she actually cared and seemed interested in what he had say. Most other conversations he’s had in the past few years had been typically cold and uncaring. Whether it was from him or the other person involved tended to differ.  He glanced towards her phone and watched her finger tap away at the screen. It was always weird seeing her punch away at her phone. The concept was simple enough but the way they worked always seemed to elude him. Like how does the screen recognize touch and how do you fit a personal computer into something so small and have it work so fast...? Something told him that the answer was as easy as just asking her how it worked. But her phone chimed so he tacked it to the ever growing list of things to ask her.

“She’d do stuff like that for me all the time growing up. Things changed as we got older... It happens though. But a costume party eh? Id love to go with you! Maybe we could find some goofy lookin costumes or something?”

Adam gave her a warm smile as he finished speaking. It only seemed to confuse him when she pulled her hand away from his. Maybe his hand was sweaty...? Or maybe he gripped to hard...? The mild frequency at witch his mind tended to wander was an utter mystery to him. However, The bewildered look she made when he turned the question back on her made him chuckle and left him smiling when she took notice and stopped. The memory she shared stirred up old memories of all the few warm things that followed with the holidays.

“It isn't cheesy! Its the little things with the people that matter most that mean the world. Its cool because you wont realize how important something like that is until later on down the road! Are you finally going to spill the beans and tell me where were going though? Or am I gonna have to wait till we get there?”

Adam stuck his tongue out at her teasingly and was forced to let out a laugh at the feeling of her hands pushing into his back. He awkwardly kept up with the pace that she set as the store came into focus. As the doors parted for them as they entered Adam looked around at everything that they were selling with a mild look of amazement. He’d been in other stores before sure, but this one gave him all sorts of fancy vibes. And fancy was a pretty foreign concept to him. As Margret ran through her seemingly mandatory greeting he donned the most sincere smile he could muster in an attempt to try and convince himself that he belonged there at the very least. The smile turned more genuine at the light brushing of her hand against his. He edged his hand into hers slowly as if to ask permission to hold her hand as he formulated a sort of response to her planned surprise.

“To be one hundred percent honest, I wasn't expecting this in the slightest. But its cool in here! Everything sort of feels classy ya know? Were you gonna try on some outfits or something? Seems like theres a ton of killer things here!”

[xsweet-obsessionsx]

You're such a precious angel. A goddess in human skin. A light that shone in the darkness and guided me into your arms. You're amazing. Beautiful. The very definition of perfection can't begin to describe you, my love. Can't you see how great you are? Can't you see how much you mean to me? Can't you see how much I love you?