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Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[rpdepartment]

New Year Afterparty prompts 

20 starters | NSFW material | TW: alcoholism

« that’s it. no more wine, ever. »

« did it really happen, last night? » 

« what the fuck did i drink last night. »

« iiii think i passed out at some point. »

« did anyone manage to sleep at least one hour? »

« i won’t have to eat for at least a week, i’m stuffed. »

« morning dude. someone drew a dick on your face. »

« i heard soda helps with the hangover. want some? »

« i saw you and [x] going upstairs alone. how did it go~? »

« how much did you drink? i heard you puking for an hour. »

« is that the sun?! please don’t tell me the sun is already up. »

« just five more minutes. i think i went to sleep like, right now… »   

« want some coffee? it’s the fourth i make and i still feel like shit. »

« ok, who the FUCK vomited on the carpet?! at least bring it outside! »

« what are we doing in the same bed- oh no. please don’t tell me we… ? »

« yes, i assure you. you were drunk as hell last night. i have video proof. » 

« shut uuuup, i’m trying to call him mom! i forgot to tell her happy new year yesterday. »

« i didn’t even get a midnight kiss yesterday and that’s quite the problem if you ask me. » 

« did i make out with someone yesterday? did WE make out?! i have hickeys all over my neck! »

« come on, you slept for two hours. that’s more than anyone else in this house, so you stand up and stop being so dramatic. » 

[ghcstliness]

hcpeburned‌:

atreus had only been in this ‘washington’ place for a short while and felt very out of place. he stood out like a troll among draugr what with his red hair, tattooed runes, bow & arrows. the young man had traveled to many realms with his father, but not one like this with so many odd structures and people– not dead– walking around, it was unnerving and exciting. he stood, blue eyes taking in his surroundings as a voice caught his attention. a puzzled expression crossed his face. the language the stranger spoke was not one he knew. 

thankfully, atreus had a gift for tongues. just hearing a few sentences and he’ll be talking up a storm with anyone or anything. quietly, he muttered the unfamiliar words to himself then turned toward the other.  ‘  uhh,  no. I don’t have a chaur-ger, sorry.  ‘  a shrug.  ‘  but I can help you find one !  ‘  there was a smile in his voice. he had no idea what a phone or a charger was, but he enjoyed helping people.

Technically, Gwen just got here. They didn’t know that though, believing that they’ve been in this universe for their whole life. Growing up in New York, moving to DC because their dad got a better position. Sheriff this time. They glance over at the other, a thankful smiling coating their lips as they nod at the other. “Yeah, that would honestly be good?” Gwen responded as they shrugged their shoulders. “It’s a pain, not having chargers or what not. I remember having a MP3 player when I was little. That shit was easier, just a battery, and my week was covered.” 

[ghcstliness]

dcrkplaces‌:

the sight of the young blonde stopped harry osborn in his tracks, and he openly stared. a chill went through his body and he felt as though he couldn’t move – memories of his father, the green goblin, the news of their brutal death. their snapped neck. peter after. harry wasn’t even able to look at his father afterward – barely even able to stomach being in the same house as him. but what could the boy do? norman osborn terrified harry. his death had been welcomed.

but gwen was here. and they were talking to him, like… like he was no one. like everything that hadn’t… hadn’t. like his own father hadn’t murdered them. “i, um… i…” he stumbled over his words, for the first time at a true loss of what to say. he didn’t even remember what she asked. “gwen?”

Gwen didn’t like to be stared at. It constantly brought questions of whether or not there was something on their face or if they did something without realizing. They blink at the other, raising an eyebrow as they placed a hand on their hip and lean back against the wall. They stared back, as if they were challenging the other to speak up. To say something. To speak up. Yet the other looked as if they were seeing a ghost, which would be cool, but not when Gwen was being stared at. 

As words were starting to form, Gwen's eyebrow rose slowly as the folded their arms across their chest. “The one and only. So, you a fan or something?” Which they were in a band, but it wasn’t something that was big or even close to it. “’Cause if you are, that’s pretty damn cool? But.... I literally make like fifty bucks a gig.” 

[ghcstliness]

drgxrdan‌:

– Lawrence had heard the other groan, and the sound had encouraged the development of his own gentle smile. He’d remembered being in that situation all too long ago. More specifically, Dr. Gordon remembered how such a simple scenario would’ve sent him up the wall, and it wasn’t too long ago that his temper had been so sensitive, so easy to trigger. It hadn’t been his failing marriage, the growing disconnect that festered between him and his daughter. It wasn’t the hospital politics, even though they, too, bothered him to no end. It was the dying of a phone, plain and simple. All of that changed following… Lawrence gulped, hardly aware of this present reaction. Following the incident. Upon recognizing that Gwen had been speaking to him, Lawrence offered a simultaneous smile, accompanied by a nod. “Of course,” he consented, pressing downward on his cane as he caught up to the other. “I’m Lawrence,” he greeted politely, extending his hand out to his new companion. “And I agree with you– I mean, that pizza is always the answer.” 

Gwen didn’t notice the cane at first. It wasn’t until they heard the tap of the ground that Gwen slowed down, not taking as long of strides as before. They offer a smile a smile at the other, a glance of curiosity at the hand. They were used to shaking hands, but it had been a while since they last done so. An action that their father had taught them since they were a child. Always stand up straight, always smile, always keep the shake firm, and make eye contact. The first impression is always a handshake when it comes to it. Gwen gives a good shake of the others hand, a smile of friendliness on their face. “Gwen, it’s nice to meet you.” They respond, pulling their hand away. “See? At least you at least know what’s up. Do you have a favorite pizzeria or am I the one calling the shots?” 

[ghcstliness]

tragcdysewn‌:

lucy grinned at them, but shook her head. “i have an iphone, sorry. but what kind of charger do you need? maybe we can grab one at a convenience store or something.”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I just got the dumb things, didn’t come with a charger, and I threw the box out. Not really the time to go dumpster diving.” They respond with a sigh. “Hell, why not. I just wasn’t trying to spend my “I didn’t get in trouble this week” allowance this week.” 

[ghcstliness]

irresistiibles‌:

“I’m afraid I’m not really sure what specific charger you’re looking for based of off that description, but I’ve got several you’re welcome to look through.” Janet offered, holding out a small pile of chargers. She had gotten so used to the group needing them that she just started hoarding them. Hopefully one would be the right fit. “I don’t really eat.” Janet was unsure if that would change the more time she spent on earth rather than in the afterlife, but at the moment she had no need for food. “But I’d be more than happy to sit and try to provide company for you while you do.”

“I think like an android? I threw out the box and didn’t bother checking. Totally my fault.” Gwen responds with a grimace at their mistake. “Thank you though, like you’re the real MVP.” Gwen laughs as they sort through the chargers, finally figuring which one would plug into their headset. “You don’t eat?” They give an incredulous look at the other, baffled at how someone.... couldn’t indulge in pizza. “I mean, fuck pizza. Is there anything else you’re down for?”

[ghcstliness]

heartcndsoul‌:

MJ froze at the sight of the other, she was still recovering from the horrors of the white house.  Brushing off any concerns giving the time tested answer of she’s from New York.  She’s seen worse, been through worse, ect, ect.  She had been kidnapped, held hostage and jumped off of several tall building by her own fruitiun just cause she knew Spiderman would catch her.  She had a huge tendancy to find danger, and when Gwen entered their friend group.  She thought she had found someone way too similar too her, except.  There was one time, one time Peter wasn’t fast enough and they all lost her.  Gwen was one of her real friends, someone who saw all sides of her and when she lost that.  It hurt, and she knew it hurt worse for Peter so seeing her.  Walking around, made her take a deep breathe.  “No pizza is as good as New York Pizza.” MJ retorted, “But uh sure yeah..” She dug into her bag, “Here.” MJ wasn’t sure if it was a ghost or just another doppelganger, but her heart was racing.

There was a temptation to move their hand in front of MJ’s face to be certain that the other was okay. Because the other was....... frozen. As if something was wrong and Gwen couldn’t fathom what it was. It wasn’t like they got hit my a car or something. But there was also the feeling that something was wrong, something buzzing in their head. As if trying to alarm them or something. “You good? It looks like you saw a ghost or something.” Gwen responded with concern, eyes glancing over at the other. “But really, thanks for the charger. I appreciate the fuck out of the offer. Can’t have a gig tonight if I don’t listen to the beat of the drums.” Starting to walk forwards, Gwen glancing over their shoulder. “You coming for pizza? I’m Gwen, by the way. My father, Officer Stacy, always says it’s’ better to introduce yourself before you offer to poison somebody. Not that I would poison anyone, but like...... He also claims I can’t cook. Anyways, I’m Gwen Stacy, dad’s a cop, in a band, not sure what else needs to be known.”

[ghcstliness]

demivrged‌:

“nothing’s better than new york pizza,” peter laughs softly as he pulls out the one earbud in his ear, pausing his music. “as for a charger, i don’t, no. not on me.” he looks over at the other and his eyes widen. they look just like gwen. the gwen he’d been unable to save. his heart skips a beat and he gulps, brows knitting together. how was this possible? “g-gwen…?” he stammers. unsure of the words to say. “how? i-i… you died. i saw you die.”

“See? At least you know what the fuck is up,” Gwen responded with a grin, only to furrow their eyebrows at the others look on his face. “Do I have something on my face. I mean, I had a corndog and ---” They blink at the mention of their name, eyebrows also furrowing at they gave a look of concern. “Yeah? I’m Gwen, can promise you that I didn’t die. I think I would remember my own death. And even if I did, I’d prefer a real headbanger as a method of dying. You know, rock n roll for life.”

[ghcstliness]

devilishearts‌:

Ruby had been out for a hot second, trying to figure out if anyone had noticed the young woman she had nicely put out during the ball - in another way, savagely murdered, but she preferred the former way to say it - and she was happy to realize no one seemed to know her much. As she was walking back home, she heard the young person speak to her and stopped. “Lucky you.” She just said as she opened her back to pull out her charger. “Pizza you said?” She asked, handing it to them. “I’m gonna stick around for it. Pizza is happiness in a food form. Actually every food is happiness in a food form but whatever.”

“Fuck,” Gwen spoke, mostly out of how lucky they were in the current moment. It seemed that nobody carried around anything other than an iPhone lately. Gwen took the charger with a grateful smile, plugging the cord into their portable charger. “God, you’re a saint. But yeah, pizza? Definitely still up for grabs, especially when you just saved my whole day.” Gwen pulled up their Spider-Man hoodie with a smirk. “So, you’re getting pizza, the next step is mentioning where you want it. I don’t call all the shots here.” 

[ghcstliness]

ciscostar‌:

Cisco was still surprised whenever someone would address him randomly in the city so when he heard the person nearby start talking to him, he couldn’t help but look around innocently for a moment before pointing to himself, “Me?” He questioned unable to keep from letting out a small smile, “A charger that isn’t an iPhone one, do those even exist anymore?” He teased with a small chuckle. It was true too, these days it seemed as if everyone had an iPhone and an iPhone charger always at the ready. “Just kidding,” He assured them as he felt around in his pockets to see if there was anything he could offer, his face dropping so much for always being prepared he thought to himself inside of his head as he delivered the bad news, “Don’t even have an iPhone one it seems. Damn. Is the pizza still on the table though?” He questioned with an innocent grin. 

“Don’t call me out like that,” Gwen huffed as they removed their headphones from their ears. Pursing their lips, they raised their eyebrows at the other. “Look, I’m all for iPhones, got one and it has my whole life on it.” Gwen responded as they stuffed the headphones in their sweatshirt crop tops pocket. “Of course you are, god. I should have realized you were joking.” They sighed with a shake of their tousled blonde hair. “You’ve got no idea how many people have told me to invests in a pair of airpods. As if what I’m wearing aren’t thirty dollars.” Gwen sighed, not as lucky as they thought they were. But they did offer pizza and at least..... they would have company and someone to talk to which was better than silence.”You know what, yeah. Pizza is still on the table. Just choose somewhere that’s not uber expensive like granted I’m in a band, Which gigs can make money, but not that much money.” 

[ghcstliness]

 darkvlght‌:

(¸.• ♛ → This was strange, being here all by herself but then again, is not like the girl really shows any emotion about that. She turned around when she heard someone speaking, placing one of those chips that she has in the bag on her mouth and listening what she was saying, good thing that her english wasn’t really that bad “Pizza?” Her voice was soft, but a bit dreamy like she was actually tempted by that and she actually was. The girl took from her bag her own charger from her phone “Okay..” Karuta gave to the blonde one what she was asking.

“You know, pizza? Cheesy and bready delight. Marinara usually smeared perfectly across the oven baked delight?” At the sight of the charger, a breath of relief emitted past their lips as they glanced up at the stranger. “Did you know that you’re a godsend? Actually made my whole day.” Gwen sighed as they swept their hair out of their face with a grin.  “So, are you a vegetarian or anything I need to know before I get you the best pizza in D.C.? Noted, I’m still on the hunt for the best corn dog; which isn’t as easy as you think. But pizza? Easiest thing ever to figure out.”

[ghcstliness]

ofspiritdust‌:

             ☆  Never one for too much conversation - and also believing she carries a demeanor of pure INTIMIDATION and NONCHALANCE that screams for others to leave her alone ( mostly without meaning to ) - Samus is a little shocked to hear another grab for her attention. She turns around, eyebrows raising slightly to survey the comics. He seems… jovial. Carefree. And admittedly, she doesn’t know shit about comics, but… ❝ Uh… YOUNG JUSTICE. I trust the girl with the golden… whip… thing. ❞

“That’s a few characters!” Teddy smiles at the other, sorting through the pages and trying to avoid future spoilers with the latest issue. “You mean the lasso of truth? I a lot of people get mixed up with Diana Prince who is Wonder Woman who’s in the Justice League.” 

[ghcstliness]

dcrkplaces‌:

logan can hardly believe what he’d heard when someone asked his opinion on the hulk. he should’ve suspected as much, after someone had complimented him on his wolverine costume. still, part of him had hoped that the comic phenomenon would disappear in this world. that he could go back to being james howlett, with no one knowing about logan or wolverine. but of course, he was never that lucky. so he stood still on the street, staring at a boy asking his opinion on comic book characters who might not have any idea who he actually was. if logan believed he had lucky stars, he would’ve thanked them.

“what the fuck is young justice?” he looked at the comics in question, studying the faces he didn’t actually know. the hulk was more familiar. that had been a fight of a lifetime, and one logan would rather not repeat, even though he’d walked away, ultimately, in one piece. even thinking about it made his back hurt. “sorry, bub. kinda out of my age range here,” he lied. god, he knew comics. between laura and everything else, how could he not? he sighed. “but, uh… x-men. phoenix, she’s pretty cool. and storm.” god, he missed his people. he was never much of an x-man, but he loved them. maybe that’s why they were always in constant fucking danger.

Teddy looks up at the older male talking, his lips twisting at his shoulders shrugged in response. “You know, a bunch of young vigilantes from DC. Kinda like the opposite of Young Avengers, but have pretty cool powers. Like Kon-El? Really cool.” Teddy replies without much thought into his words. He did want to laugh at the use of the word bub, instantly thinking X-Men. Maybe the other was a Marvel fan. Maybe it was just a coincidence. “Comics are for everyone. Noh-Varr literally spelled out ‘eff you’ by hitting new york blocks.” His eyes did look up, head tilting to the side. “I mean, yeah, they’re alright I guess. Rogue has to keep their gloves on, but I’m getting tired of Logan at this point. It’s just him dying and coming back, saying bub, wearing some yellow costume that doesn’t look nearly as cool as the other x-men. Laura is the coolest Wolverine honestly”

[ghcstliness]

demjinhearts‌:

Money was already getting rare, for everything that he had stolen, and Kaz had started to understand that he  had to find himself a job. It was why he was out of the New Slat at this moment, looking around the city to look at places and find out if there was a place that would be good for his talents. Until now, all he had found that could be a good idea was a casino. In deep thinking when someone spoke to him, Kaz furrowed his brows and turned to the young guy, listening for a few seconds before he shook his head. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, moving closer to take a comic from his hands, looking quickly through the pages. “How old are you to spend your time on that stupid thing?”

There was a double take once the other took a comic book from his hands, not quite expecting the harshness of the words. “They’re not stupid.” It wasn’t a good come back, but Teddy was scared to take the comic back, especially after paying approximately $3.99 on it. He didn’t want the pages to rip to crinkle which was the hard part. “It’s good character development and sometimes a  pictures says a thousand words.”

[ghcstliness]

wishfvlsinking‌:

Steve stopped when someone called out to him. Looking at the comics, he had seen some of those before as appearantly there were some made about his own adventures, which was still strange to him for some reason. “I don’t know that much about comic books, but I know Bruce. And once Hulk comes out, he’s quite unstoppable.” Steve chuckled softly, knowing well enough that Hulk is kind of invincible.

“So you at least know some of the comics,” Teddy responded with a shrug of his shoulder, knowing that what the other was saying, was true. The Hulk was pretty unstoppable. “Honestly, I don’t get how the Avengers do it. Like.... They have Bruce Banner who is beyond cool, but is like a walking time bomb sometimes.” 

[ghcstliness]

ofmisterios‌:

with books in her arms & a long day at the library, josie was on her way back to her home ( or well, if you could call a hotel room your home ) she had lived there alone since she came to washington. it was not the best, but it worked. the siphoner came to a stop when she heard someone speak to her “um yeah” she shrugged “what is that, if you do not mind me asking? i have never read them or heard of them” she shook her head. they had not been introduced to comic books, especially not josie. she never had the time to explore the world’s beauty.

Teddy blinked up in surprise as he addressed the other that had what look like a somewhat heavy load of books on her. “These?” He holds his small selection of weightless pages of comics, his shoulders shrugging as he moved over on the bench to make more room. “You can sit if you want so you don’t have to keep holding those books.” Teddy offers with a warm smile. “I’m Teddy and these are comic cooks. Mostly Marvel and DC. You can look at them if you want.”