#bad-decision-roulette

[weaveroftruth]

25. What are their hobbies and interests

Jade has a decent amount of hobbies and interests, often jumping to one for a period of time before moving to another for a bit. She’s a botanist, and loves gardening, and learning about different kinds of plants so she has a lot of books on botanical stuff. She loves to read, and has a huge personal library downstairs in her house. She also loves to paint, knit, and bake! She enjoys sparring and combat training too, but that’s not so much a hobby as a way to keep herself fit and well trained if she gets attacked.

Thank you for the ask, @bad-decision-roulette

Character Solidifying Questions

[ze-dominant-demon]

Dear (someone you want dead),

This particular letter had been in his personal safe, hidden from view or knowledge from anyone and everyone.

“Oh the ways I have envisioned your death, the tortures I would enjoy seeing inflicted upon your body until the life slowly drains from your mangled corpse. A part of me, the darkest parts of myself, have your family and loved ones nearby, bound and forced to watch as your life is taken from you. I want to make you hurt as much I did, as I do. And I would be doing the world at large a favor by removing such a stain from existence.”

He reread the letter, written long ago, shaking his head as he revisited memories best left alone. Slightly shaky hands took up a pen, to add to the old letter.

“I know better now. I no longer wish such against you. I still would revel in news of your death, but time and distance have tempered my thinking. I would much rather see you suffer for the rest of your life. To constantly experience loss and hurt, to lose control over your body. Particularly, were i so inclined, I would immensely enjoy inflicting upon you a permanent state of erectile dysfunction. It would be highly amusing to see how things played out for you without use of your cock.

“See? Time has been my friend. I have thought of and found ways to inflict a fate worse than death upon you should i ever so choose. Be glad I have little time or further reasons to do so.”

The letter was returned to the safe, locked up and hidden from the world once more.

[rabbitstardust]

🍎- What’s their favorite fruit?

“As for fruit… I don’t really have any one favorite! Apples, rolanberries, blueberries… as long as it’s sweet and edible, I like it!”

[shotsfiredxiv]

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using?

Faolan quirks an eyebrow and tries to sniff the air to find out. “Uh, I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I guess after working, I smell like oil or something, but I usually take baths afterward. I use a lavender shampoo, so I think I smell like that most of the time!”

[chameleon-cryptid]

🍵 Do they prefer to ask out a partner or be asked?

Bex tilts his head. “Do people actually have preferences on that? I don’t mind either way. Hypothetically speaking, if i’m there’s the potential for a date, I don’t mind asking, but...likewise, I don’t mind if they decide to do it first. Seems a strange thing to have a preference for.”

[scholaroflight]

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Aster is more likely to remove himself from the problem unless it is something that should be taken care of quickly.

Dandy and Aelfric are more likely to remove the problem themselves.

@bad-decision-roulette

[chameleon-cryptid]

Headcanon Meme: Monster

Bex talking about monsters:

“As a kid, my mum told me once that there were sea monsters in the sea that were just waiting to gobble up anyone that ventured into water too deep. To this day I hate swlmming. I’m not a great swimmer either. In the back of my head there are sea monsters waiting to take revenge on me for all the fish I’ve eaten.”

[varae-ver-you-are]

18. Red wine stained lips

That’s what they were. How many bottles did it take to get here? One for the loneliness, that turned into two for pain, three then for rage and four for memories that fleeted like clouds against a blue sky. Five and six to sit in front of a warm fire on the coldest of Gridanian nights. 

Seven. Seven to stain as deep burgundy drowned what was left of his feelings. Seven to numb and hold back tears and screams from dry eyes and a hoarse throat. 

Seven that smelled of deep dry caverns and hickory barrels that aged by the year. Seven in which was colored by tenderly grown grapes and harvested by hands that now belong to ghosts. 

That magic number that seemed small compared to the bottles strewn across the room where most were empty or close to it and in the middle of it, with his feet up on a table and the rest of him disheveled, he sat with his red wine stained lips curled around another bottle.