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Origami Around
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hierophant, strength, hermit
Something they believe in
There is no problem you can't sleep off.
Something they struggle with
Reading the atmosphere and other peoples feelings. Things fly right over his head a lot because he doesn't care enough to actually pay attention to it.
Favorite way to spend a day alone
Sleeping, practicing his cooking, walking around aimlessly while listening to music.Basically avoiding all responsibilities and slacking off.
30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )
What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
What are their chief tension areas?
If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?
What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.
Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?
Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?
If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?
If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?
Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?
Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?
How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?
If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?
Tarot Headcanons
send my muse one of the following..
The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try
The Magician: Something they’re very good at
The High Priestess: One thing they wish they knew
The Empress: A woman they really admire
The Emperor: A man they really admire
The Hierophant: Something they believe in
The Lovers: A person who makes them very happy
The Chariot: A place they’ve traveled or would like to travel to
Strength: Something they struggle with
The Hermit: Favorite way to spend a day alone
The Wheel Of Fortune: Something they wish you could change
Justice: A decision they wish they could do over
The Hanged Man: A time when they wished someone would listen to them
Death: Someone they really miss
Temperance: Their ideal day
The Devil: Who they talk to when dealing with big issues
The Tower: Something that changed their life
The Star: Someone they consider perfect
The Moon: Something they fear
The Sun: Their happiest memory
Judgement: Their favourite song(s)
The World: Their dream job
The Criminal: Custom questions
The rush of warmth that was forcefully tugging at his body was much too loud for him to have heard Minato approach. A few more, weak whines escaped Aines lips as he wriggled in place and let out a pant. Everything was buzzing and tingling. Yet underneath all the scary extremities brought on by the effects of the potion, there was still an underlying feeling that felt familiar from.. Where? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t know what it was. Was it love, like the label said? Not like that wasn’t unsettling on its own.
Make it stop. Please, I’m scared. Uh.. Are you.. Uhm.. Indigo eyes that were closed tight darted open in a second. This voice that he hadn’t heard before… By reflex, Aine turned his head to see who it was. In that moment, the extreme feverishness washed off, and it was like he could hear the turning of a lock in his mind. What was left was the steady, warm, beating of his heart. But it was almost as if the reason that it felt that warm, like a simmering fireplace, was this person in front of him… The symptoms sounded romantic, but Aine was still overwhelmed by confusion and fear. This feeling was much too skin-tight and sudden. He jumped back a bit in the sand and crawled back on his hands, kicking one of the bottles away in the process.
"N-no! No! Nono! Don’t come closer! Don’t even think about it! Don’t hurt me!” His sentence grew louder until it was a moderate, cracked shout.
Yelling.
For some reason this random, indigo haired boy was yelling at him.
This complete stranger he has never seen before prior to this was yelling at him, telling him to not hurt him.
What a hassle..Too tired for this.
Minato put his hands up defensively, still not sure what was going on. His eyes were widened slightly from the sudden burst of volume brought to his attention from a scared looking, flushed person.
"I.."
The seal looked the other over in the cover of silence.
He had pale skin, almost sickly looking, with long bluepurple hair that just crossed over his shoulders. His body was scrawny, collarbones protruding, from what Minato could see through his undone collar.
His hands lowered once he was sure the stranger wasn't going to attack him out of the blue.
"..I'm not a threat. I just wanted to see if you were...Ah..Dying. Or Whatever."
"..I just want to sleep."
Minato scouts out a place to rest his head.
Nothing.
"I'll sleep on the floor..Too tired..to care."
Dangan Ronpa x Persona 3 Crossover!
Did you know? Megumi Toyoguchi voiced Yukari Takeba from Persona3 too! (Actually both games share some VAs…) And since I loved P3 so much I think I’m gonna draw more of these with the rest of the cast.
(I’m dying to draw Naegi in Ken’s clothes asdfshfkhad GDI I can’t neglect work)
"The only thing he’s good at is killing and influencing others to kill." He said this lightly, without much thought. "He barely has thumbs, so I doubt he’s capable of doing anything else."
A real robot? How amusing. Something inside him wanted to say, ‘Oh, you’re looking at one.’, but he restrained himself. Even if he had been more open about what he was since he arrived on the island, he still had some hesitance.
"…I see." He murmured in half-thought. "I believe that there are some robots on this island, somewhere." There was himself, and possibly others. An android wasn’t the strangest thing you’d see on the island, anyway.
Even though the other was clearly speaking, Minato was almost completely tuned out. Ever since he mentioned that feeling, he has been holding on to it and letting it fester in his mind in an attempt to maybe make sense of what it was.
Finally, he stood up and put his hands in his pockets.
"Whatever..It was just a feeling. I'm probably getting my thoughts mixed up with a dream..Or something. It doesn't matter."
The sun was starting to set, painting his environments in a beautiful, flaming orange. Indigo hair swirled around Aines face, and a small stammering breath brought him out of thought. He’d lost himself again, but at least the sight was pretty. "Ah…"
Thirsty. Right, the bottles. “Love” and “Happy”, was it? As if it mattered. They were probably party drinks some careless students had left at the beach. They were party drinks, he was thirsty, and something about them called out. What else could go wrong? A small pressure in the back of his head told him that he wasn’t thinking clearly, but still… That’s what the professor used to say. His slender right hand was raised, and the left was used to remove the cork with a pop. The bottle dangled between his fingers by its neck, and as soon as the mouth was put to his lips he tilted his head back and downed it. The feeling hit him immediately. It was like a fever shot from the bottoms of his stomach (which he clutched) and branched out through his entire body. His heart beat faster, and he was filled with a terrifying sense of longing.
No, no. He didn’t want this. No no no no. Everything felt exposed. His heart felt exposed and bare.. Was it physical, or just an emotion? He couldn’t tell. Everything was jumbled up. Still, there was this need. For something.. Someone? Who? He clutched his face and let out a frightened whine.
It had been awhile since Minato has been on the beach. He couldn't remember the last time he exchanged listening to his music for listening to the waves beat against the shore. There was something about the ocean that kept him calm no matter where he was, maybe it was because no matter where you went the oceans always seemed the same.
He walked slowly, gray eyes locked with the rolling water. His mind was further away than the horizon, and just as empty as the cloudless sky. There was absolutely nothing going through it, for once in what seemed like forever he was completely at peace. The confusing thoughts that kept playing in his head like a bad TV movie had momentarily vanished to his delight.
His zombie-like state was broken by a small whine coming from ahead of him.
"..Eh?"
It was a boy, someone he has never seen before.
..What to do? They were the only two there so it wasn't like Minato could ignore him and carry on with his walk. Plus, he was whining so he must have been in pain.
Looks like I have no other choice..
The headphone wearing boy let out a small sigh before turning his body directly towards the other and walking to him with caution. As he approached, he noticed the sand beside him was hugging a bottle
Don't tell me he drank poison..
"Uh...Are you...Uhm..."
A very thought provoking and stimulating remark from the master of speech himself, Minato Arisato.
inattentiveness ☆ yukiko & minato
Deep in thought as she was, Yukiko was not fully paying attention to where she was walking. Head turned downward and eyes fixed on her shoes, her mind was far elsewhere, as was her awareness. She was lost in thought about thoughts of plans to sneak down to the kitchen at night in order to practice her cooking. At night, there would be nobody around to watch her and so she’d hopefully have the room to herself. It would make practicing an easier and far less embarrassing affair.
Yukiko only came back to herself when she felt a shoulder collide against her own with enough force to send her stumbling sideways into the wall of the corridor. She glanced up with wide eyes, blinking in her confusion and quickly spotted the person she had run into. A boy around her own age with dark blue hair hanging over into his eyes and a pair of headphones covering his ears. If it weren’t for the fact that the two of them were both sprawled against the wall, Yukiko would be unsure whether or not he was aware of her presence.
He had not yet looked at her and his expression was as unaffected as if nothing at all had happened. Eyebrows drawing together slightly, Yukiko straightened up, smoothing a hand down the front of her uniform as she threw the boy a hesitant glance. “Excuse me. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I wasn’t paying attention…”
There we so many things running through Minato's head, such as what he was going to eat when he got back to his room or how long was he going to let himself sleep before forcing himself to get up to do something productive. To some, these thoughts were pushed to the side or completely nonexistent, but to Minato these thoughts were a constant burden. A very important part of his lifestyle.
His eyes were closed as the music from his MP3 player traveled through the wires of his headphones into his ears.The music was so loud that people were turning their heads when he passed, not that he minded. If his music wasn't loud, he'd probably fall asleep while walking.
In all honesty, Minato was fairly good at navigating his small pale body in and out of groups of people. This corridor was no different, he moved with ease.
That was until he made the wrong turn to avoid one person and ended up bumping into another, causing one headphone to fall from his ear which he quickly re positioned. Despite the initial collusion, Minato kept his composure.
His blue eyes turned to glance at who he had bumped into. She wasn't familiar, but who really was at this point? It wasn't like he remembered much past waking up here.
"Ah. No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been walking with my eyes closed."
The silence expanded between them and brought slow seconds with it, making it seem like an eternity - even more so; a frozen moment. It was a moment in which Yukari wasn’t sure she wanted to be. In front of her; a deceased boy. Familiar in shape, presence, and - after he had spoken - in tone. Tone, tone. Presence. Was he really deceased? Would it be alright to reach out and pinch the fiber of his sleeve like a scared child wanting to confirm her guardian is present?
Like the metaphorical child, her lip quivered again. It bothered her how she did not know the answer to what was going on, and afraid that if she found it, it would be one that crushed her hopes. Minatos eyes widened, and with that the wind settled, as if it gave him permission to speak. Through his lips came the question "Who are you?" Her chest tightened with worry, and a cold feeling dripped down her spine. She took a step forward.
"Who..? What.. What are you talking about? It’s me! It’s Yukari!”
he expression on her face could be mistaken for someone who was just told a close relative of theirs had just passed away. In the brown of her eyes, you could see the image of her heart breaking. It was strange, when they met he had assumed she was a strong girl who could keep these sorts of feelings hidden, but how was he to expect this?
Yukari..
Yu...Ka...Ri...
There was the faintest of familiar rings to it. The voice that played in his mind, who kept repeating her name over and over, it sounded like he should know it. He felt like he should know a lot of things. Why did it feel like such a huge chunk of him was missing all of a sudden?
"Yukari..?" He spoke her name slowly, hoping that the sounds and letters against his lips would bring some memories back Nothing but hallow vibrations. Just another name of another girl he had met randomly in this strange place he woke up in.
"Ah. I'm sorry. I don't know you."
He wanted to walk away from her, and if it was anyone else he probably would have. Minato wanted to desperately turn his back to her and lose himself in his music so he could forget that this ever happened.
However, that wasn't possible.
The statement caused a faint smile to twitch at the corners of his mouth. It was something that Ai didn’t do too often. Perhaps, he was amused with what the boy with dark blue hair said. Something so obvious, yet he decided to say it anyway.
"I have no desire to wear it." He murmured, brushing his bangs out of his face as he looked back to the pathetic combination of fabrics. "I’m sure you could, but it would look unsightly on you." It wasn’t an insult to the stranger, even if it seemed like it. The costume was just… unwearable.
"…Supposed to be.”
The project was barely recognizable, and it wouldn’t have been if it weren’t for the label and the shiny fabric that pushed for a more ‘realistic’ look (despite failing at doing so).
"I believe that it wasn’t accurately portrayed. Just as badly as it was made." A small chuckle there, concealed to himself, as he input his thoughts. "…It’s almost as if the Bear made these, himself."
He carefully watched the other, listening to what he had to say. One he suggested wearing the costume himself, he wrinkled his nose and began to picture what it would be like to wear something so unsightly and poorly constructed. With all the holes and exposed parts of lining under the poorly glued on metallic..Whatever it was..He wouldn't be warm, that's for sure.
"Ah..?"
Minato looked at him again. "Do you think he could really do something this poorly..? Eh..I suppose this sort of thing is a little out of his field or..Whatever."
With a gentle hand, he felt the fabric of the costume between his fingers and examined it further. It hardly looked like anything, let alone a robot, maybe a microwave after something had run it over.
"..I have a strange feeling that I know what a real robot looks like, and this isn't it." How strange indeed. Just what was this feeling of familiarity?
cool
Registering a nearby voice, one that was unknown to his databases, Ai came to realize that he was no longer alone. Head turning to look past his shoulder, the android had his usual expression of stern indifference, despite his slight confusion about the stranger’s words.
"Mm? You’re talking about this, right?" He pointed to the miserable costume made of flimsy, metallic-looking fabric. "I believe so as well. However, it intrigues me."
Did all people really believe that all robots were merely toys?
Minato removed his headphones from his ears, having them comfortably sit against his chest as he leaned forward to look at the costume more closely. It was barely staying together, the arms were attached by a mere thread or two.
"..Ah..Why? You won't be able to wear it anyway." His posture returned and he rubbed the eye that was hidden under the protection of his hair. "You're a bit too tall."
He glanced up at the taller boy, blinking once.
"Before I forget..Is this supposed to be a robot?"
Ah..What was all of this? Liquid in bottles with colorful labels. He had heard they were potions, but that sounded a little too ridiculous for his tastes. It must have just been a fancy word for soft drink.
He yawned then reached up and grabbed the first bottle he could get his hands on, a happiness potion. It's contents glistened under the light as it swished around in the bottle.
Once he was done reading the label, he popped it open and took a mouthful. The taste was bitter, but turned into sweetness. How weird.
His eyes blinked before he tilted his head back and downed the entirety of the bottle like it was water.
Once he finished, he simply put the bottle down and yawned once again.
"Hmmm..Sleepy."
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"I guess I could just sleep all Halloween..That sounds good...""
"Halloween?!"
"No way! I’m gonna stay in my room until it’s over!"
"..Have fun."""
