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((Happy birthday Kyra!))
((Ah, thank you! <3 It's so cute! I love it!))
((I've been trying my best (and sadly failing) to figure out what can and can't be done without thumbs to get a better sense of how my muse would do things. I haven't learned much, but:
Brushing teeth is a struggle, particularly squeezing paste onto the brush.
BANANAS. Hart cannot peel a banana. He just can't. He will break it and cry.
Buttoned pants and button-up shirts are not fun. He can probably handle standard jeans (since he wears them he must be used to them, after all!), but I'm pretty sure a button up t-shirt would take him an extended period of time, if he could manage it.
Zippers also suck. They can be handled though.
Hart has trouble using keys.
Hart can't lift. ...No really, it's not because he's wimpy. You lose half of the strength in your hand without thumbs! He can't lift! ...And since he IS so weak, it means he probably can baaarely lift anything heavier than 20 pounds. I'm sure if he was healthier, he'd probably be a lot more capable, but in his current condition, he's almost comically weak.
Yeah, that's about all I can think of.))
"Then food it is." She smiled, not trying to think of some different places they could go to. "Barbeque sounds good. Or noodles. Or burgers." She was getting more excited about lunch than the writing she’d be doing later.
"Oh we’ll just see what we come to first, how about that?" She smiled and turned on her heels to walk ahead of him. "I had some really good fish the other day because I interviewed a fisherman and his wife and they took me to this little hole in the wall that fishermen have lunch at. He was so nice. They got married when they were really young and have been together for over thirty years. Can you imagine, actually loving somebody for that long. I guess-" She started rambling about the what she learned about the fisherman and his family, the idea of love and marriage.
This was what she meant by everything was interesting. Even the life of a fishermen, dime a dozen occupation, excited her. She could talk for days about the people she met.
"Oh I’m so sorry. I’m just talking and talking. You can tell me to shut up anytime if I start getting annoying." She laughed.
He was about to say that anything was fine, when she decided that they'd go to whatever came up first. "Okay!" he nodded, "Whatever you say, Miss Seda!"
He listened to her story, amazed. He'd never met a fisherman himself, but he understood sort of how it worked. You used a rod with some bait on it and pulled fish out of the water to eat, or something like that. Really though, he'd never eaten fish himself. A lot of stews, a lot of barbecued pork, cornbread, and enough grits that he would never, ever want to eat them again, but no fish. He'd heard his home state was known for seafood, but he lived far away from any oceans and never stayed in his state long. Since then, he just wasn't able to afford fish for himself. It spoiled too quick, cost too much, and he didn't know how to cook it even if he got it. The story of the fisherman and his wife though, that really sounded amazing. People who loved each other for longer than he'd even been alive, without it falling apart... it was unfathomable to him, almost as mythical as a happily ever after out of a fairy tale.
"No no, it's okay ma'am! I thought it was real fun to listen to! Y-you don't gotta stop talking..." he blushed a bit, nervous.
"If you ever need a place to stay, then just come to my house, okay. I don’t want you sleeping on the streets ever again." She said sternly, rubbing the cold out of his shoulder. "My little brother is always wandering about but you don’t have to worry about waking him or nothing cause he’s as deaf as a door stop and he sleeps like a rock." She joked.
"No problem, Hart. I’m going to make you the best soup." She smiled. "My dad was a stinking dunk and could barely make toast but he made the best cold weather soup. Lots of veggies, chicken and noodles, there’s some liver in there, I thought it would be gross but it’s got good shit in there for when it’s cold." The writer walked the young man till they got to her house. "A Casa Bea!" She pointed and unlocked the door. "Go and lay on the couch, I’ma gonna wake Felix up to start a fire." She smiled.
"A-alright..." He said, shyly. He wasn't sure how to tell her that he'd been sleeping out in the streets for a very long time... years, in fact. Was it even necessary? She'd probably just get even more worried, and he didn't want that. "You have a lil brother? That's so cool...."
"Your dad too?" He said, covering his mouth after saying it. He didn't like talking about his dad much, but it had just slipped out. He tried to instead direct his comments to the food, and stop thinking about his family. "Wow, sounds real nice! I bet it's real great~."
He nodded, walking in after her. He didn't know what a Casa was... uh, maybe it was a fancy type of house? Who knew. Regardless, he followed her instructions, curling up on the couch. It was so warm....
((I swear i'll make an open for this blog if anyone else wants to bug Hart, but until then, I still have another open up that shouldn't be hard to find!
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Hart shivered, his teeth chattering loudly.
"I-it’s so c-cold…."
"Sweet pea, what are you doing out here so late?" Seda stumbled across the shivering Hart. She touched his shoulder and drew her hands back. "You’re freezing! Come on, let’s go home. Come on, come one." She put her arm around his shoulder and walked him.
"Ah! Seda! Um...." He pouted, staring at his own feet. "I-I was lookin' for a place to sleep...."
He perked up at her offer, staring at her in disbelief. Most people weren't this kind... but, it was wrong to not take an offer like that, right? And it was freezing...
"Really? Thank you so much..." He said, a soft smile on his face. "You're real nice, Miss Seda..."
Hart shivered, his teeth chattering loudly.
"I-it's so c-cold...."
[all] quirks my muse habitually has.
Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.
1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
daratharrage started following you
Bek’irshan was prowling that night for easy prey to satisfy her growing hunger. It was typical whenever her human form didn’t eat enough, but she didn’t mind as she only went by her instincts, even if they were animalistic at best. The smell of blood and edible meat was everywhere, but trying to break into a house would be too much trouble so she strayed away.
Not very surprisingly, the shadow of a human caught her eye as a street lamp illuminated over them. She assumed it was an adult and they were usually her main bait, so this was her luck. But what surprised her was the second shadow just beside, the voices suggesting that both of them could have been adults but… the other one sounded so young, and they were crying for mercy as if about to die.
With a snarl, Bek’irshan ran on all her four legs towards the target and slammed them into a wall. The creature hovered over the injured, screaming man with a hungry look in her eyes and saw him reach for his knife. A pang of pain caught her attention as he had managed to stab her in her shoulder, but the Darathar shrugged it off with a roar. When the man tried to crawl away, she bit his neck to crunch it, killing the man instantly.
With the limp body in her mouth, she ran off away from the other human to eat alone, leaving a blood trail after her from the deep wound. No child or teenager should have to see such a grotesque scene, assuming they were a teenager judging from their voice and appearance.
Hart hadn't expected anyone to interfere in what he saw as his inevitable demise. He was a homeless person, after all, and most didn't bother to help the homeless at all. So when the grip of the man on his long and messed up hair was released, he fell back, his reflexes not kicking in to save his head from a slam into the brick wall.
Perhaps it's because of that, that he didn't believe what he was hearing. Roaring. The crunching of bone. Sickening squelches of blood and muscle being shredded, gulping sounds...
Some part of him wanted to pretend it was a hallucination, but when he opened his eyes, there was a creature most definitely capable of doing so standing on all fours before him. It was a red-scaled monster, covered in sharp spines and blood. In its mouth was the body of the man attacking him, now lifeless, its neck hanging limp and crooked.
"D.... don't kill me..." He mumbled, staring into its eyes for only a moment. But after that, the monster turned its head, disinterested.
He didn't know what had happened, nor what to do, but he did know that he didn't want a repeat of that incident. As the beast ran off, a trail of blood in its wake, he decided he too would make for a quick escape, and find a new place to sleep. It was dark, and hard for him to find his way, especially when he was in such a panic. So it was no surprise that he didn't see the drops of blood he had inadvertently followed on the way to a safer alleyway.
What he found there was the same beast, now lacking the dead body it had what felt like only moments ago. It was sleeping in the alleyway that he'd just walked into. Panic had set in, and Hart lost control, screaming in fright.
((I'm on here for the first time in a while! Does anyone wanna RP? :D))
- Sincerely the mun.
REBLOG if you're willing to RP with FEMALE OCs
Because I’m tired of seeing female original characters rejected for no other reason. I love OCs, male or female, and I want to see how many other people love them too.
!!!Important!!!
So while I was away I made a decision about Hart!
I've decided that he has the ability to put ideas into the heads of other people. It obviously isn't perfect, and can be resisted. It also puts a strain on Hart. The bigger the change in ideas, the bigger the strain and effort required. It's similar to the Scrap ability of Aoba from DMMD but... less dangerous. Like, it generally won't break people's brains or cause him to end up literally inside someone's head.
He doesn't actually know he has these abilities, honestly. So, he tends to use them entirely accidentally, usually on petty things like wanting food or some little argument.
While it usually doesn't happen unless he's using a lot of power, to make it easier for you all to tell when he's trying to place an idea in a character's head, I'll put up an image with eyes like this:
and put the idea itself in italics.
If his eyes are actually glowing, it'll be put in text~. Of course, it is up to you if a character can resist the idea being placed, and how they react to it. If you have any questions, please let me know! :D
dantetheangel started following you
Dante ran his hand over his head. This was always the part where things got sticky. Unless he was just going to out and out lie, he would have to go about this in his usual vague manner.
"My morals get a little muddled sometimes, kid, but I’d like to believe I’m doing some good. It’s just the people that conflict with the morals that I do have that tend to fear me, and fear breeds hate." This kid seemed a little too innocent for his own good. He wondered how the kid had survived as long as he had. Dante tried to make himself indifferent, but even if he was a monster, he did have some compassion.
"A lot of things are wrong but that doesn't stop people and feelings are things that can’t be controlled no matter what else can be."
This kid’s innocence was turning Dante philosophical which Dante wasn't fond of. He wasn't anyone’s teacher.
Hart nervously listened, trying to figure out how to eat without revealing his mangled hands. Unfortunately, unless he wanted his already messy shirt to be covered in grease stains, he would have to show them. But, Dante seemed kind enough that he wouldn't make fun of him or treat him any differently... he would just have to ignore the strange looks he might get.
He scooped up the cheeseburger underneath one hand and sandwiched it underneath another. It was awkward, but it gave him the best grip that he could get.
"But..." Hart mumbled, "I-I just don't get it, mister. You're not a bad guy at all... you're a little scary, but I don't see why anyone would hate you. I know ya can't change how people feel and all, but... It don't make sense to me. Doesn't that just hurt people?"
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"Um... mister?" Hart asked, very gently poking Ragna. He was looking for a place to sleep of his own, and was wondering if he could share Ragna's napping spot.
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