Into The Transformersverse!

thegravecartel TF!AU RP blog. Penned by Critter. Follows from @thegravecartel. Non-Selective Canon/Crossover/OC/Multiship and Multiverse-friendly RP! Themes may include violence, blood & gore, guns and other weapon use, swearing/foul language, criminal activity, dark themes (demons, monsters, Hell and other planes of existence, the undead, etc), and fantasy (magic, supernatural entities, etc). Feel free to IM me if you’d like to plot, and we can work something out. Also Mun of a TF OC that may be featured on occasion, @dollofiacon Magic!Anon: Accepting Mun is currently 30. Pacific Daylight Timezone.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

Welcome!

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Featuring Cybertronian OC: @dollofiacon

The DOI!AU is more of a fanfic thing that I’m working on that involves the OCs of this blog as well as my main TF OC. Feel free to look at @dollofiacon-artandarchive for more on that.

Warning: There's going to be a lot of shit that comes out of left field that very likely won't make sense if it was applied to Transformers lore, aside from the existence of multiversal travel, deities, and other things. If it's not your cup of tea, totally understandable!

[thegravecartel]

((Something I don’t always think about with my muses are the dynamics between Shinju and Tamara, and Luka and Feng. From what I understand, Tamara’s very much like the big sister Shinju never had. The two get along well because they have pretty similar dispositions, styles, likes, and views on things. I actually remember that Tamara’s career (besides her magic) was that she was a plus-size model; and then Shinju became a supermodel once she was able to do so, and went between China and Japan (where she was stationed mostly) during that time. Much like with everyone else, Shinju doesn’t externally show how close she really is, but it’s there. Both Tamara and Shinju may seem callous, but they both just know it’s how they are.))

((Then, there’s the dynamic between Luka and Feng. It’s actually quite wholesome! Feng never needed to be overprotective of Shinju unless he sensed an actual threat, and Luka wasn’t a threat. Shinju could literally suplex him even when they were teenagers. But something that keeps playing in my head lately, and I’m kicking myself for not posting it on Father’s Day— A heart-to-heart moment when the two realized how much alike they truly are.))

((Both men ran away from their families in their youth; under drastically different circumstances, but both knew it was hard to make that choice to risk it all by going out on their own. Not only that, but with Feng’s ancient knowledge, he got to pass on a lot of his practical skills to Luka, and kept supporting him in his endeavors to keep honing his skills in blacksmithing, and other metal and leather crafts. Even before Luka and Shinju got married, Feng had accepted Luka calling him dad (well, “Bàba”).))

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

CLANK! CRUSH! BOOM! CRUNCH!

Punch after punch, kick after kick, Kyung found herself huffing and snarling through gritted teeth as she managed to make small dents and break the glass of an old car in a junkyard. Flushed red, heavily perspiring, brow furrowed; she was utterly livid, channeling all of that rage through her strikes. The concrete slabs weren’t enough this time, and the last dead tree that she felled with her fists and headbutting was left in chunks. What she was so pissed off at? She had no idea, it wasn’t unusual, though.

It seemed like it was only a natural side-effect of the mutation: raised aggression, temper flareups, extra pent-up energy, and savagery. Things that the mortician has been learning to balance out in her daily routine, and control in the presence of others. But in the junkyard, or even in the shady streets of the city, she let that rage loose in anyway she could. Whether it was through physical exertion, or belting out roars of raw anger into the open air. Anyway she could exorcise the unbearable emotions out of her petite yet hardy frame. She just needed to get it out before she could so much as consider being around other people.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

Kyung let out a small coo in fascination as she was shown the padding. And once she was given permission to feel them for herself, the mortician tentatively reached out and gave one of the pads a light squish.

"Peculiar! Reminds me of a stress ball," She remarked, poking at the palm before carefully climbing onto his servo to sit down. "Oh yeah, that's definitely much better than being gripped in bare metal," Letting out a soft chuckle, Kyung sat cross-legged once she was fully settled. "It's not every day I get to meet someone like you, it's quite the pleasure! My name's Kyung, what's yours?" She piped up, grinning enough to expose a fang.

[viciousbite]

"Stress ball?" Something squishy he assumed. Probably full of stress. Moonstone didn't wander on the thought for long when he felt the human climb onto his servo. It made for a good seat, like a soft cushion, a mesh pillow.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Kyung. My name's Moonstone." He introduced himself in return, with a small wings flutter and extended his other free servo at her. Humans liked to shake hands, he'd noticed, so it's an attempt to connect in their traditions.

"It's no surprise you haven't seen me yet, I prefer the wild life over the busy life of a city. As lovely as you humans are, the noise tends to hide the animals in smaller spaces where a bot my size won't fit." Moonstone explained. Plus, he'd been ordered not to get too into humans business. How sad. They never told him not to talk to them at all though.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

Seeing Moonstone's free servo extended to her, Kyung reached out with one hand to grab the tip of one of his digits.

"I don't blame you for wanting to steer clear of the city. Can't imagine it being easy to maneuver around the hustle and bustle around your feet," She remarked in jest, rather enjoying the conversation with the giant mech. "Probably feels like standing in the middle of an ant mill... Only if the ants were sapient, and didn't have an exoskeleton."

Before she could get distracted, the mortician perked up when she recalled that Moonstone was unfamiliar with stress balls.

"Oh, right-- Stress balls, they're great for humans to squeeze and squish when they're feeling anxious," Kyung explained briefly. "Sometimes, they're made of rubber, or foam. They come in all kinds of shapes, sizes and colors too! I'll have to show you sometime, there are some absolutely adorable ones in the shape of animals."

[thegravecartel]

Kyung: "Yeah, this sounds about right. Some henchmen may be dumb, but the standards and practices aren't exactly as clear as the boss may make it seem. Everything is weird as hell, the boss could be testing you, there could've been an experiment gone wrong, who knows! And it seems like no matter what you do, you just can't really win. Someone's gonna get scolded at the end of the day for something that may or may not even be their fault!"

Lee: "At least with our boss, he actually had some common sense. Also helps if the boss has a soft spot for certain henchmen."

Kyung: "True!"

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

"Uh, Mourny? You know there's a human in your cave, right?" Datashrike was pointing AT said human.

Despite what she was told by many other bots that she’s encountered, it was only the inevitable that a human somehow stumbled upon Mourningstar. Upon Datashrike’s arrival, the hybrid femme was apparently entertaining a new guest, but didn’t panic from what Datashrike pointed out.

“Oh, yes…! That’s my new friend!” Mourningstar chirruped, perking up and ready to welcome the other bot into the cave. “Her name is Kyung, she’s been teaching me about all sorts of different things lately.~”

The human in question was female, a small yet stocky and muscular woman dressed in all black and bearing multiple visible battle scars on her face and arms. Her hands clad in work gloves while she had a bit of dirt dusting her cargo pants.

“Hey, how’s it going? Nice to meet you,” Kyung greeted politely, and with the utmost calm as she gave a brief bow to Datashrike. Her voice surprisingly softer and more feminine than her appearance let on. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything, I was helping Mourningstar with her gardening.”

[datashrike]

Datashrike stared at the human with the most owlish and awkward blink imaginable for a Decepticon. Then they gave Kyung a little finger wave, trying to process all of the information that was suddenly presented before them. WHY was the human here? WHY was it...she helping Mourny with her garden??

There was...a lot of questions.

"...I have...a lot of questions."

With a gulp, Datashrike moved to sit down, apparently ready for a deluge of information. A cough. "OH, Primus I do apologize. I am Datashrike. Uh, good to meet you, ma'am?"

Yeah. A lot of questions.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

Mourningstar was visibly content that the introductions were going well, judging by the absent derpy-eyed look, she felt that all was right.

"Worry not! I forget the formalities too sometimes," Kyung grinned, taking off her work gloves before brushing her palms off on the hem of her top. "Mournie never really mentioned anything about other giant robots being out here, but hey, a secret's a secret."

"What was it you needed to ask, Datashrike...?" The hybrid femme prompted, refocused on the moment, and eager to keep the conversation going.

"Whatever you want to talk about, I'll do my best to answer," The small woman encouraged, grinning light-heartedly up at Data while she rested a calloused hand on her hip.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

"Aw... Sorry, birdies..." Kyung muttered as she cast an apologetic gaze towards the birds as they flew off.

Following Moonstone's curious gaze, her dark brown eyes shifted to look over and observe the squirrel as well. It was so endearing to see such a titanic being treat the native fauna with such care, and open-minded fascination. Quite refreshing, even. Her thoughts had nearly caused her to wander a bit too far off into the clouds, but once the mech addressed her, she was able to snap out of it.

"Hm? Oh, yeah! I'm perfectly fine. Didn't feel anything more than a blunt bump," The mortician reassured nonchalantly with a simple wave of her heavily calloused hands.

It was odd... From what she could see, Moonstone's palms and the undersides of his digits were padded rather than left as hard metal. A funny contrast, given how the only pads that she had on her palms were made of calluses that were developed over decades of hard training.

"My goodness, does that padding feel as soft and squishy as it looks?" Kyung asked, genuinely fascinated.

[viciousbite]

A soft smile rested upon Moonstone's derma as his optics wandered up and down her body. A visual checkup to further confirm her words. "I'm glad. It tends to hurt more than you think when you walk or run straight into a hard surface." Learned from personal experiences while chasing animals.

At the questioning of his palms, Moonstone lowered one servo to hover in front of the human. The soft pads glowed in shades of pink and pastel purple, close to what you'd see on an animals paws. "They are." He confirmed and moved his thumb and pointer digit together to squish the pads at the tips together before straightening up his digits again.

"I got them modded a long time ago, it helps in avoiding hurting organic species. Like your kind, I assume, you'd rather be held by something soft than hard?" He wordlessly offered his servo to be touched, with the smallest of motions of his servo towards her.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

Kyung let out a small coo in fascination as she was shown the padding. And once she was given permission to feel them for herself, the mortician tentatively reached out and gave one of the pads a light squish.

"Peculiar! Reminds me of a stress ball," She remarked, poking at the palm before carefully climbing onto his servo to sit down. "Oh yeah, that's definitely much better than being gripped in bare metal," Letting out a soft chuckle, Kyung sat cross-legged once she was fully settled. "It's not every day I get to meet someone like you, it's quite the pleasure! My name's Kyung, what's yours?" She piped up, grinning enough to expose a fang.

[roleplayasksandmemes]

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[thegravecartel]

((Lately, I’ve been obsessing over Kyung having a few more wholesome side hustles to her business. Stuff like cultivating exotic fruits, veggies, herbs and spices in her mortuary’s greenhouse to provide fresher and affordable ingredients for the community. Maybe even having a program that offers compensation for volunteers to help maintain the cemetery, and the landscaping. Honestly, it’s a fun concept to think about that program also being offered as an alternative choice for community service. I just— Idk, I want to vicariously fantasize about being an exotic plant-seller who sells their goods at an affordable price.

((At least with Kyung, she can afford to sell her wares at a price that is remarkably lower yet still high quality without worrying about hemorrhaging profits. She grinds to bring in more supplemental revenues of income, fully with the mindset that she’s got families to help feed.))

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

((Tossing this in here too because it’s relevant. Especially the part about the program available for people sentenced to community service. That one’s mostly for the TFA continuity.))

[thegravecartel]

Luka had grown up as normal as any heir in the affluent social class, all his life, he was given everything he could have ever wanted and needed. Both his mother and father treated him so preciously, and raised him to be a good son, who would someday be betrothed to another woman of class that would solidify the families’ fortunes for generations. It was all laid out so perfectly… Until, Luka found out what he truly was, and what his parents had in store for him.

So many corpses and deformed bodies, many of them looked just like him; had his voice, had his hair, eyes, skin… Some were clinging to life just by a thread; others chained in filthy cells, begging for death, or screaming in a pitch that could have curdled the blood within his veins. And then, there were the ones that looked like the very girl he was being encouraged to court. Nothing about what he was seeing felt right, not even the benefit of the doubt could be granted to his parents after what he saw.

The money, the prestige, the comfort, the nurturing and adoration... They weren't just to mold him into a model member of high society, it wasn't even to shape him into an example of a good citizen. He wasn’t even made the same way his parents told him how children were conceived. He wasn’t made out of love, not even for the sake of carrying on a wealthy lineage. His DNA wasn’t meant to be mixed the way it was, he always wondered why his jaw looked so different; the distinct shape and length.

It may have looked normal on the outside, but that was just it… Luka was the one to come out with it looking normal, he was the one to turn out the most like any normal human being. And from what he dug up within the bowels of that awful slaughterhouse that had been hidden deep under the estate… He was the only one who yielded positive results for fertility.

[viciousbite]

[morethanmeets-thegrave] Outside in the local forest, a small yet very sturdy-looking human woman was wandering. Foraging, actually; harvesting some of nature's bounty in a wicker basket strapped onto her back. Her eyes were aimed at the ground, only glancing up when she heard something or if she needed to grab something from a tree trunk or boulder... Eventually bumping right into Moonstone's pede with a surprisingly firm BUMP!

"Oh...! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Kyung yelped in surprise, taken off-guard and actually having to take a moment before realizing that the thing she bumped into was titanic compared to her. "Ah... Now, how in the world did I miss a tall dude like you? I must've been more out of it than I thought."

@morethanmeets-thegrave

Bright optics shifted downwards, clearly not bothered by the human's unfortunate crash against his pede. The only minus came with how the few birds settled on his frame flew off in a panic due to the noise and found a new place in the trees nearby. Ah, jumpy little avians.

"It's okay, I think you sustained way more damage than I did." He softly spoke and momentary changed his attention the squirrel stuffing its mouth with seeds upon his spread out palm. He preferred the nature on Earth, due to the quietness and the wild life. With a stable lift of his servo, he let the squirrel hop off it into the higher branches of a tree.

With the animals placed back into their habitant, he returned his attention to the human looking one. "Are you okay though? Any injuries from the bump?" He questioned with a hint of concern in his vocals as he crouched down to get closer to her level. He's glad she didn't run away screaming after seeing him, which is a common reaction with certain jumpy organics.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

"Aw... Sorry, birdies..." Kyung muttered as she cast an apologetic gaze towards the birds as they flew off.

Following Moonstone's curious gaze, her dark brown eyes shifted to look over and observe the squirrel as well. It was so endearing to see such a titanic being treat the native fauna with such care, and open-minded fascination. Quite refreshing, even. Her thoughts had nearly caused her to wander a bit too far off into the clouds, but once the mech addressed her, she was able to snap out of it.

"Hm? Oh, yeah! I'm perfectly fine. Didn't feel anything more than a blunt bump," The mortician reassured nonchalantly with a simple wave of her heavily calloused hands.

It was odd... From what she could see, Moonstone's palms and the undersides of his digits were padded rather than left as hard metal. A funny contrast, given how the only pads that she had on her palms were made of calluses that were developed over decades of hard training.

"My goodness, does that padding feel as soft and squishy as it looks?" Kyung asked, genuinely fascinated.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

A Father’s Day Reflection

Fatherhood was a complex thing to just about every single one of the family members. The mere thought of his father made Feng’s mood go bitter. He hid it well, and had even told the others all about what had transpired between them; an absolutely hideous history that was void of even a trace of paternal bond. And yet, that only made him far more determined to be a better man.

Shinju had always been grateful for being raised by Feng, it wasn’t an easy task. The day that Feng had officially become a father, and Shinju was born into the world, it turned into a day of mourning. Shinju’s mother had died that day, shortly after managing to birth, leaving both Shinju and Feng to grieve. Even so, Feng never let that loss be taken out on his daughter. The family of two had strengthened the bond they had, even if it wasn’t displayed outwardly.

Instead, it was shown through mutual respect and accepting each other's boundaries. Feng was a firm, but very fair father; even when Shinju had acted out during her childhood, it was nothing that the patriarch couldn't handle.

Luka could at least look back on the day he found out that he would be a father, and laugh at himself. He and Shinju truly did know better than to be so reckless one night, but the two shared a connection that neither would trade for anything… Sure, both were likely far too young to decide such a thing, but in the end, there were no regrets. In fact, the only regret Luka had was making such a big fool of himself when it came time to tell Feng what had happened. While Shinju, Tamara and Feng were calm as can be and pragmatic of the situation, there was Luka; sobbing, sputtering, pleading for Feng not to tear him away from Shinju for committing the cardinal sin of laying his hands on his only daughter and getting her pregnant, apologizing for being so stupid despite the elder and Tamara teaching them both about safe sex.

He remembered fondly how Shinju took him by the shoulders, and helped him calm down. The heartfelt reassurance from Feng that no matter what happened, he would be there to help both Shinju and him. Tamara might have lightly smacked Luka upside the head for doing something so dumb, and gave Shinju a bit of a disapproving shake of the head... But not even two seconds after that, did she also promise to do everything she could to support them.

Then, the day that Lee was born... Luka was the one to be the emotional mess, but it ended with him weeping out of rejoice. Death hadn't taken either Shinju, nor Lee. The family had grown by one; the literal offspring made by him, and the girl he swore himself to before they were even wed.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

💋 for Kyung

🎧 for Lee

☕ for Shinju

OC Ask Game

((Also a long one, so going under the cut))

💋 — How they show affection

((Kyung shows affection through the usual means; gifts, taking her partner/partner(s) out to nice outings/meals, making food for them, helping them, doing things for them, physical touch and kisses, whatever they're comfortable as long as she conveys that she cares. It tends to differ depending on people she knows platonically, as well. A lot of times, it's being as reliable and dependable as can be, always ready to lend a hand or try to help them feel better when they're down or struggling.))

🎧 — A song that fits them

((Lee may be smart in terms of books and other things, he gives off a sense of being mischievous yet composed at first glance. However, this bitch is arguably the much more impulsive and chaotic of the siblings. After he left the Lawyer field and went onto being a semi-rogue private investigator, it was probably like breaking whatever obligation to the law he had... Kind of went on a real wild streak, although he already was indulging in some pretty bad habits to cope with the stress of being a lawyer, it sort of got worse. Luckily, the family was able to shut that down and get him off of it, but now those vices have been replaced with being an adrenaline junky.))

☕ — A small everyday detail about them

((Some of the simpler jewelry sets that she wears are actually heirlooms from her mother. Ones that are made of jade, gold; plain in shape and design, very modest. But she almost always wears a set of chopsticks in her hair that are actually weapons, like poison darts where the pearls are hollowed out and filled with an extremely lethal poison. Oddly enough, her mother once used those very chopsticks for self-defense before they were modified.))

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

🥀 — A memory that still hurts (for Feng, Lee, and Kyung!)

OC Ask Game

((Aiight, this one's going to be a long post, so it's going under the cut!))

🥀 Kyung — In two iterations thus far, TF!Kyung's loss of her one of her mentors and auntie figure, Margaret, hurts her greatly. The story of how Maggie died is different in this universe, though, and I think it's for the better (I low-key cringe at how I handled it in the mainverse, it came from a place of genuine fear for me but still). With TFA!Kyung, the pain of that memory is EXACERBATED. Because not only did she lose Margaret to a murder, but the murder was a complete accident; the person who shot Maggie only wanted to steal the high-end tech that Kyung had in her crematorium (what they use to make cremation diamonds). Kyung still remembers how scared the perpetrator looked when they realized that they fucked up, they put their hands up in a show of surrender, and after that was the part she doesn't remember.

What she does remember, though, is coming back to reality; standing over what little blood and viscera remained of the perp's corpse while she just stood there, pulling the trigger of the perp's gun even though it had no bullets left.

🥀 Lee — A memory that still hurts Lee, is one that's a permanent blow to his vanity. Remembering when he lost his left eye hurts him emotionally, and physically. It would have been one thing if he was disfigured by an accident, but the people who ripped his eye out in the most painful way imaginable did so on purpose. They would have done far worse if he hadn't been found in time, so facial reconstruction surgery was limited more around his left eye socket and treating a concussion. Even with all of the benefits of having a cybertronic eye prosthetic, Lee still gets phantom pain that can flare up from time to time.

🥀 Feng — There are a fair amount of memories that still hurt Feng, even if they happened centuries ago. While he did get an immense amount of closure and catharsis in confronting his father in a fight to the death; it hurt him to hear his own dad literally put a hex on him with so much venom and genuine disdain. He used that pain as a catalyst, and made the best out of the curse that befell him before death; and even then, he's managed to turn his afterlife punishment into quite the positive. Being deprived of care and love from both parents, knowing that the family he was raised in was utterly void of sincerity and love; the pain is still there, even if Feng doesn't show it. He uses that pain as a catalyst, but the fact that it's something that still hasn't healed is something he's not very proud of.

[miladyadira]

OC Ask Game ✨ Send an emoji and I’ll answer about my OCs!

🎀 — Tell me a fact about them 🔥 — Something they’re passionate about 😨 — Their biggest fear 🥀 — A memory that still hurts 💗 — Someone they care about deeply 🛏️ — How they act when they’re tired 🎧 — A song that fits them 🍓 — Something they love ⚔️ — What would they fight for? 🌙 — What they’re like at night ☕ — A small everyday detail about them 🧸 — How they comfort someone they love 🙃 — A weird little habit they have 🌧️ — What makes them cry 💋 — How they show affection

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

🌟 Kyung please! <3

Headcanon questions

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

((Kyung was a bit troubled in her earliest childhood years, and even before she was adopted into the Ippuki family, she had a bit of a morbid fixation on drawing doodles of cartoon characters hospitalized with their loved ones standing nearby. Whether she was aware of the nature of what she was drawing is up for debate, but it was a constant theme in her childish scribbles. Sometimes the drawings could get a bit violent too, not gory, but just kinda violent.))

[raesource]

headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?