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Hi! I was wondering what the movie your muse fc is from, as I’m having trouble finding it. At least anything pertaining to a masked fairy.

{out of disguises} It can be a little difficult to find, first because it isn’t very well known, and second because it has two slightly different titles. It is sometimes listed as “The 4 Bidden Fables” and sometimes as “The Forbidden Fables.”

It was made in 2014, and it’s an anthology of four stories. Strychthia’s FC is from the third story, entitled “The Companion,” which begins about an hour into the movie. Here is its link on IMDb.

It’s really a great movie. I am a fan of both horror and fantasy, and each story presented has both of those elements, and the stories are really well done. Very imaginative plots, beautiful/unique visuals, and The Companion especially was really engaging for me. Obviously it was, I guess, if I decided to develop Strychthia’s FC into an OC. XD I highly recommend that you watch it if you can. If you happen to have Amazon Prime, it’s included with your membership, so you can watch it with no extra charges or subscriptions necessary. That’s where I was able to watch it. =)

pietro's head buried itself within his pillow at such a FORCE that his face had become printed with pressure MARKS. not that he shredded a single iota of CARE about the issue. in fact, nowadays, there only existed ONE soul which the speedster cared for. a soul that wasn't even HARVESTED by a human...strychthia. however, after losing the majority of his SOUL upon wanda's passing...it became a CHALLENGE to take care of HIMSELF at times, nevermind her. such a case was proven NOW, as he refused to shift from the couch with cushions stained from his HOT tears. truthfully... he couldn't understand WHY strychthia had stuck with him through this..

|@hisfasttemper

Strychthia lay on Pietro’s shoulder as he moped, gently rubbing his arm with the back side of one of her claws. She was so sorry for his loss, especially since she could see how deeply it had affected him. But what could one so tiny do to help a human through grief? All she could do was be there for him, and she certainly was.

Although she couldn’t make or bring him meals big enough for his needs, she could still prompt him to try and take care of himself. She brought him berries, seeds, little things she could carry with her limited strength, always nudging him to eat. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time it didn’t. Strychthia was starting to get worried. Walking up his arm and onto his head, she looked down at his face, the hair of her mask falling over her eyes.

“Have to eat,” she said to him. It had been so long since he had. “Want water?” she asked. Maybe he was thirsty? “Cry so much... need to replace water,” she said. “Please?” she asked, hoping he could hear how much she cared. She gently rubbed his forehead. “Please, Pi? For Strychthia?”

scooping little strychthia into his HEATED hands, the speedster brushed his thumb over her DELICATELY designed mask, a cautious smile creeping upon his lips. "am I ever going to see you without that little mask ?" he asked gently, careful to avoid any form of upset for her. "not that your mask isn't BEAUTIFUL. it's one of the most enchanting little faces I've ever seen. but I'm sure what's underneath is JUST as stunning little one."

|@hisfasttemper

The moment Pietro mentioned what she might look like under her mask, Strychthia’s whole demeanor changed. No, she wasn’t beautiful under her mask. She wasn’t beautiful at all. And that’s all she’d ever wanted in life... just to be beautiful. Like humans were. But no, she had six legs (even if she used two like arms, that still left four instead of two) and bulging eyes, mandibles instead of a nice jaw, and antennae that stuck out awkwardly. With her mask, she was cute. Without it... she was repulsive. She shook her head, ashamed.

And yet... he’d asked her nicely, and he’d been nothing but kind to him. He’d even given her lovely gifts. Did she not owe him something in return? A display of trust? It was just that she feared he would be startled by her ugliness and squash her, or... or simply say he didn’t want to be her friend anymore. Nevertheless, she tried to be brave and put a little effort into their friendship... as much as he had already done.

Slowly, she drew back the hood of her little cloak, letting it fall down to reveal a very insectoid body. Her legs, which she was keeping straight and split into two groups so they made her look more bipedal, bent and split into four, the remaining two still held up like arms. Then she slipped off her mask, letting that fall as well. Her antennae lifted, aching after being painfully bent back underneath the hair of her mask.

Her eyes, large for such a tiny face, blinked a few times as she stood there with her head bowed, feeling exposed and so very ugly.

“Stunning... in a bad way...” she said dejectedly, using his word. Oh, she was stunning alright. Anyone who looked at her couldn’t help but be stunned by her monstrous appearance as far as she was concerned...

"hey there..." pietro asked, kneeling in an attempt not to STARTLE strychthia, with a voice of FEATHERS, he asked, "you're strychthia, right? that's SO unique and not too bad in the beautiful department of names either, heh" cautiously, the speedster reached within his pocket, retrieving a lapis GEMSTONE ring once belonging to his mother. "I heard that you ADORE pretty things, so...how about you have this,hmm? as a...greeting gift- from me."

|@hisfasttemper

Strychthia looked up quickly in apprehension as she always did whenever someone much larger than herself addressed her. At her diminutive size, the fear of being squashed was real. But... he didn’t seem like he would hurt her. Instead, he complimented her on her name and then... oh goodness, was he offering her this pretty thing?! To keep?!

A tiny gasp escaped her as she looked at the blue stone. It was so beautiful. She didn’t have anything like it in her collection! Although she didn’t talk much - she was painfully shy, after all - she forced herself to be brave and do so now, after receiving such a generous and amazing gift. “Thank you,” she said in her tiny voice, hopefully loud enough so that he could hear her.

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OC Asks

What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

How tall is your OC?

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

What does your OC’s bedroom look like? His/her living area?

What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her father?

How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

What was your OC’s childhood like?

What is your OC’s strongest childhood memory? Why and how as that impacted him/her?

What is your OC’s imagination like?

How many times did your OC move as a child? Which area was his/her favorite?

What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

What kind of mother/father would your OC be?

Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

Who is/are your OC’s closest friend(s)?

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

How did your OC and his/her soulmate meet?

What is your OC’s level of education?

Did your OC participate in extracurricular activities, and if so, what were they?

What is your OC’s opinion of school? What kind of student was s/he?

What subjects did your OC excel at?

What subjects interested your OC?

What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

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What is your OC’s greatest fear?

What makes your OC happy?

What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

What are some things that greatly upset your OC?

What are some things that annoy your OC?

If your OC has them, what are some regrets s/he has?

How easily does your OC forgive?

What are some of your OC’s vices?

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

What secrets does your OC have?

What are some of your OC’s morals?

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What is the health of your OC?

Does your OC think with his/her head or heart?

What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

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How does your OC take criticism?

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If your OC could change one thing about him/herself, what would it be?

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How emotionally/mentally vulnerable is your OC with other people?

How does your OC display love?

What are some habits your OC has picked up?

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What is your OC’s favorite sound?

What is your OC’s favorite time of day?

What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

What is your OC’s favorite dinosaur?

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Fairy throne on a fallen tree

#{well now she has to sit on it you know she does XD}#{ beauty seen by such tiny eyes } ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ

strychthia

Tiny Wanderer || closed with ancientsflowergirl

@ancientsflowergirl

Strychthia’s wings ached from flying, but she just hadn’t seen any nice, safe places to rest. She was wary of pretty forests with giant trees and flowers as big as the moon’s reflection in water. Such places were bound to have more of her kind, and as she had already learned years ago, she didn’t fit in with her own kind. Her fascination with humans had alienated her from her own tribe and skykin in general, and had made her a target. Why couldn’t she love humans and those like them if she wanted to? Sure, they had killed some of her people, but in Strychthia’s observation, everyone killed everyone sooner or later. Not all individuals were bad. She thought they were beautiful. That was why she had made her mask and her hair made of strings… to look more like them. To look… beautiful. Because she wasn’t. Not in her opinion.

She landed for a moment to catch her breath, looking up at a very large building. There was no one around it that she could see, and she did love to explore the creations of creature much larger than herself. As soon as her wings stopped aching, she took flight again, looking around at the building’s structure. The doors were closed, but there were windows. She landed on a thin ledge near one and peered inside. Oh, it was so lovely! Such amazing things, humans make! And… was that a little garden? With flowers…?

Curiosity got the better of her, as it usually did. She flew all around, looking for a way to get in, and found it in the form of some damage in the roof that had left a hole. She was to tiny, she didn’t need much. Strychthia flew inside the enormous building and landed, listening and watching for potential predators. Satisfied that there were none, she flew over to the flowers, instantly taken with their beauty.

The colors, the soft petals, the green leaves… oh, it was all just so gorgeous. Maybe… here would be a good place to rest? Finding a soft patch of earth, she landed and wrapped her cloak around herself, curling up among the leaves and stems. It wasn’t long at all before she was asleep…

ancientsflowergirl

Aerith watched the fae creature attentively, lips parted slightly in awe. She didn’t mean to disturb it, but it was so small and cute, she couldn’t help it. Aerith slowly took her hand away, trying not to frighten the creature more than she already had. It looked like what made up the majority of the fairy was some type of clothing, as Aerith recognized small materials making up the hair of the creature.

She smiled when it glanced up at her, seemingly just as curious as she was. “Hello,” Aerith greeted, waving a hand, “You don’t need to be afraid of me, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Aerith cupped her hands and held them out in front of the fairy. “If possible, can I look at you closer? I’ve never met a fairy before; you’re so small and beautiful! I’ll keep my hands open, I won’t close them on you.”

She nodded at the creatures wings. “You have very pretty wings; I’m sorry I touched without asking. They looked soft.”

strychthia

Strychthia had been startled and afraid at first, certainly, but this person seemed nice and apologetic. When she waved by way of greeting, Strychthia waved tentatively back, her hand or whatever might be there obscured within the draping fabric of her robe. Then she was called beautiful, and Strychthia almost fell over right then. She was? Really?! But her happiness was short-lived. Of course I am... right now, with my mask and robe on. If I were to take them off, the person would scream at my ugliness and try to squash me.

Hands were cupped before her and for a moment Strychthia hesitated, even taking a step back. The person promised not to squash her in her hands, and Strychthia’s experience had been that people who intended to squash her didn’t warn her first, nor did they promise not to. She stepped onto the hands slowly, gauging the person’s reaction. Despite the fact that she had the outline and stature of a bipedal creature, several little points - six in total - stepped onto the hand, all scrunched together under the robes. They were sharp, but not so much as to cause pain or injury to the hands. The thorns of roses were far worse than Strychthia’s feet, really.

Complimented on her wings, Strychthia pulled one of them around before her, lovingly stroking it before letting it flip back behind her again. She fluttered them lightly a few times now, with the speed and buzzing sound of a hummingbird, nodding in agreement of their softness. At least, if she was not wholly beautiful herself, she still had beautiful wings.

#ancientsflowergirl #strychthia rp

When you picture Strychthia what kind of setting do you expect her to be in? I know you do mostly nature-esc settings, but is there a place in your mind?

{out of disguises} I actually picture Strychthia in more of a fantasy/steampunk kind of setting, similar to her source material. Something with high fantasy and nature inspiration, but then also having steampunk elements to it. Besides living in a forest setting, I could see her in a supernatural carnival, in a terrarium in a Victorian house, or as a proverbial fly on the wall to a doctor or scientist in a Frankenstein type story. Also, weird and totally out of canon, but how adorable would it be if she first got the idea to wear this kind of mask from a Phantom of the Opera type masked villain or tragic hero? His tiny admirer or sidekick or imitator perhaps? XD

Any benefits to being tiny?

“One seed, entire meal!” Strychthia said happily. “One raindrop, big drink!” she added. “Big world, so many adventures!” was her last enthusiastic benefit listed, because it was the most important one of all.

If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.) I'm personally imagining her taking a book/stuffed animal and hugging it.

{out of disguises} OMG YES! I could definitely see her idle animation be either hugging a teeny stuffed animal, or taking out a book, sitting down, and reading with it in her lap. Or maybe whipping out a berry or nut and just munching on it. She takes it out, pulls her hood down so she can move her mask, and just tucks the food up into it to munch. Then if you press a button, she stows the food somewhere in her robes and fixes her mask. XD

strychthia

Tiny Wanderer || closed with ancientsflowergirl

@ancientsflowergirl

Strychthia’s wings ached from flying, but she just hadn’t seen any nice, safe places to rest. She was wary of pretty forests with giant trees and flowers as big as the moon’s reflection in water. Such places were bound to have more of her kind, and as she had already learned years ago, she didn’t fit in with her own kind. Her fascination with humans had alienated her from her own tribe and skykin in general, and had made her a target. Why couldn’t she love humans and those like them if she wanted to? Sure, they had killed some of her people, but in Strychthia’s observation, everyone killed everyone sooner or later. Not all individuals were bad. She thought they were beautiful. That was why she had made her mask and her hair made of strings... to look more like them. To look... beautiful. Because she wasn’t. Not in her opinion.

The colors, the soft petals, the green leaves... oh, it was all just so gorgeous. Maybe... here would be a good place to rest? Finding a soft patch of earth, she landed and wrapped her cloak around herself, curling up among the leaves and stems. It wasn’t long at all before she was asleep...

strychthia

Strychthia had been sleeping soundly on the soft earth, miles away in her dreams about fields and flowers and warm sunshine, when she awoke to the feeling of something touching her delicate wings. Immediately she was afraid, jumping up and staggering back as she pulled all of her legs in to give her a more bipedal profile. Fretting with the tips of her front legs underneath her robes, she cowered, her mask tilting upwards as she looked towards the person who had been touching her.

A split second decision needed to be made... should she attempt to fly away, or should she stay? Looking up at the person, however, Strychthia was struck at once by her beauty. As a whole, she had always thought that humans were a very beautiful race, more so than her own, but... was this person even human? For some reason, she got the sense that something was different about her, and yet any questions in her mind were smoothed out by just how stunning she was. Oh, too look like her! Oh, to be that beautiful herself! But of course... that could never be.

She cowered perhaps a little less fearfully, taking a tentative step closer, silently asking if everything was alright or if she needed to flee. Strychthia was not a grassling of many words at all, and so for now she just watched in a state of catlike readiness, prepared to take flight if she needed to escape. For now, though this beautiful person didn’t seem to be trying to squash her, and so she was inclined to stay.

#ancientsflowergirl #strychthia rp

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Daily dose of cuteness 🌿🐰🎃

Credit: lupinus_rabbitry

#{some seasonal things with bunnies... strychthia's favorite animals}#halloween 2020

Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions? Thank you

{out of disguises} Strychthia is very trusting, and if someone wants to help, guide, or instruct her, she is very likely to take their advice. She does not consider herself to be very worldly or experienced, so she is likely to defer to those she sees as more experienced or wiser than she. I guess the results would be good for her if those she’s taking advice from are well-meaning, but it could spell disaster if someone is trying to trick her. As far as following instructions left for her all on her own, she probably would, yeah, because she wouldn’t think that the instructions wouldn’t work, heh. She’s very naïve and innocent sometimes.

Strychthia is wary of touch for a few reasons. As an insectoid fae, her body is fairly delicate and she is very small, so she is wary of people crushing her or squeezing her too hard. She also doesn’t want people to take away or see behind her disguise, as she feels that she is very ugly. And with regard to her own people they might try to actually hurt her, so she wouldn’t want them getting close to her at all. Exceptions would be people who ask nicely to see behind her disguise, who ask to pick her up first before reaching for her, or who might be trying to help her if she gets injured.

Tiny Wanderer || closed with ancientsflowergirl

@ancientsflowergirl

Strychthia’s wings ached from flying, but she just hadn’t seen any nice, safe places to rest. She was wary of pretty forests with giant trees and flowers as big as the moon’s reflection in water. Such places were bound to have more of her kind, and as she had already learned years ago, she didn’t fit in with her own kind. Her fascination with humans had alienated her from her own tribe and skykin in general, and had made her a target. Why couldn’t she love humans and those like them if she wanted to? Sure, they had killed some of her people, but in Strychthia’s observation, everyone killed everyone sooner or later. Not all individuals were bad. She thought they were beautiful. That was why she had made her mask and her hair made of strings... to look more like them. To look... beautiful. Because she wasn’t. Not in her opinion.

#ancientsflowergirl #strychthia rp

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#{strychthia absolutely loves this}#the maker #zealous creative #{ beauty seen by such tiny eyes } ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ

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40 OC Development Questions - Part 2

My previous 40 question ask game has been picking up notes again, and you know what? I love making up these questions so much that I made more. Because why not.

Have some uncommon questions to help with developing your original characters! Feel free to send in some asks with some numbers–pick an oc, or I’ll pick randomly~

How does your character sleep? Peacefully, fitfully? What position do they sleep in? What is their typical bedding like?

Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one?

How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

How does your oc view housework? Do they absolutely hate it? Do they enjoy having their surroundings neat and tidy or do they not notice?

Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?

What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?

How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?

Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?

Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?

How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?

How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?

How skilled at lying is your oc? How frequently do they lie? For what reason? What situations would be the exception?

What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?

Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?

If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?

If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be? Does this match their favourite food?

How prepared is your oc? Ready for the worst no matter what, or completely lost in every situation? Would they have a medkit when it was needed? Would they have an umbrella if it rains?

How charitable is your oc? Or are they more stingy with their resources and money?

If someone was describing your oc to someone who had never met them, what distinguishing features would they mention? How would one identify your oc in a crowd?

Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?

What is your oc’s stamina like? Would they be able to run a marathon, or not run at all? What about walking/another physical activity? How are they with exercise in general?

How long can your oc stay focused on one task before they get bored? Do they constantly have to switch things up or do they hyperfocus? What sort of things is it the opposite for?

What is the most annoying sound to your oc? What’s the most pleasant? Is there any reason?

What smells bring back specific memories to your oc? What are those memories like?

How jumpy or easily spooked is your oc? Do they have a fight or flight reflex to being startled, or are they never startled at all?

How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?

How flexible is your oc? Can they touch their toes or do they have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff they are?

What is your oc’s typical walking like? Do they speed-walk everywhere, do they take quick short steps or long paces? On their tiptoe, the sides or heels of their feet? How loud are their footsteps?

If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.)

What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?

Describe your oc’s favourite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?

What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?

How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?

How stubborn is your oc? Are they easily convinced of the opposite opinion, do they not agree but let it happen anyways? Or do they cause conflicts with their inability to budge in their decisions?

How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?

What signs tell that your oc is nervous? Do they fidget, is it in their expression or the way they say things? Or are they very skilled at hiding it?

How superstitious your oc? Do they end up following them ‘just in case’? Or are superstitions incredibly important to your oc? What are some that they believe? What about the ones they don’t?

Are there any habits your oc has picked up from people around them? Do they know where they’re from? Does your oc try to stop themselves from doing it?

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