i’ve been having a hard time trying to think about my characters lately and it has been extremely stressing me out so i am trying to cure it by: stealing the questions from the headcanon meme i reblogged over the weekend and answering them all of my own accord. does this defeat the purpose? sure, but it feels kinda nice. under the cut: many odd hedge factoids
fitting their short stature and cheerful nature, they have the voice of a teen boy who’s just about to go through puberty. he’s so sure. it’ll be any day now. more chirpy than grating, thankfully, it has a tendency to crack when hedge gets too agitated. additionally, hedge cannot sing worth a damn. if they’re just humming then it’s passable, but something about putting words to music just messes them up.
irregular catnaps on any flat surface. also like a cat, they try to climb up as high as they can before they conk out. they never seem to get enough sleep, rarely more than five hours a night, but it doesn’t seem to bother them at all. more of a starfish than a snuggler.
every text is at least two sentences smushed together, which is also just how they talk. no punctuation, only ever capitalises the first letter of the message. if they lose their train of thought halfway through typing, they’ll still send the incomplete message.
steadily-building giggles. some people say it’s endearing. others wish they wouldn’t have so much fun. if they laugh too loud, they’ll clap their hands over their mouth and completely fail to muffle the sound.
they write more simplistically than they text; something about settling down to write for a long time makes them extremely restless. their handwriting is surprisingly good, though; probably because they wanted to make all their hand-written plant labels as nice as possible.
hedge is fully capable of sitting in one spot and staring into space for upwards of an hour. if they’re looking at the sky or some flowers, even longer. they’ll also succumb to the foraging instinct any time they’re someplace new.
keeping warm/keeping cool techniques?
cold is much more of a problem for them than heat; even on a bright sunny day, they’ll be dressed in long sleeves and pants. in winter, they’ll be bundled up in coats, scarves, warm hats and earmuffs. this is also one of the few times they’ll make an effort to sleep in an actual bed with blankets.
taste in music/literature?
for music, they prefer something cheerful, with a beat that they can bounce along to. if a song sounds too sad, it’ll really get to them, and they might cry a little; happy folk songs are infinitely preferable. for literature... honestly, they like anything, they just prefer to have someone else read it to them. to be clear: hedge is literate, they just think it’s soothing.
self-care/first-aid habits?
well they’re a white mage so first-aid doesn’t really matter. self-care is anything that involves looking at or caring for plants. few things are more relaxing to them than pulling weeds or preparing seed-beds.
favorite food/eating habits?
their favorite food is anything with mushrooms in it, especially stews. thankfully they eat like a civilised person, even if they have to sit at the kids table. not a picky eater.
they don’t really feel nervous often; when they do, it shows not in restlessness but in freezing up, like a deer in the headlights. if hedge ever stops fidgeting, or kicking their feet, or doing whatever they do, that’s when you know something’s wrong. they’ll also try and stay quiet, which is extremely out of character for them.
hedge feels things very quickly and very powerfully; they tend more towards happiness, but if they have cause to feel genuinely sad, it will overwhelm them. they’ll cry until they’re hollowed out inside, and then they will find a tight space to hide in until their heart regrows. this could take an hour, or a couple of sniffly days. physical comfort helps them recover more quickly.
they don’t understand the significance of nameday celebrations but if someone made them a cake they would be over the moon. they would go bonkers in fucking yonkers