#chasca things

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While Chaz is more of of salty comfort foods kind of person

He loves Turkish delight and baklava to no end

he can eat that for days

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If your main muses (troll and/or kid) could change one thing about their session, anything at all, with no chance of dooming the session no matter what it was, what would they change and why?

Chasca would change being in the gold tunnels when Dal's planet collided with his. He could've god tiered without having all that pain and suffering that he did, and been scarless.

Nixe would change letting Babydolle die in the way that she did. She regrets it very deeply and is trying to make up everything she can with her.

Every one of my trolls would change even having Tezcat in the session, as he was the reason everything was doomed from the start, even if it did get finished.

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What are the favourite kinds of music for your main muses (both troll and human)? Are they the kind of troll/kid to be caught dancing, or would they rather just sit and listen?

Dallon's is probably just alternative rock? I can see him listening to things ranging from My Chemical Romance, to Skillet or Avenged Sevenfold. He usually just sits and listens, maybe smiles a bit when his favourite songs come on.

Viveka is definitely pop-dance and Bollywood songs, she'll usually be caught dancing, as it is her job and hella go with the beat.

Vaneda is a funny one, actually. Because one minute she can be blasting screamo, the next something by Mumford and Sons, then even Speed Techno. She's got a little of everything and would definitely be the kind to be caught dancing/drag other people in to dance.

Ankhos is classical and neo-classical for sure, I can see him listening to stuff by Two Steps From Hell if we're gettin edgy here. Definitely more or a sit and listener.

Chaz, he's almost like Vaneda but with a more pop/alternative music ear. He'll dance around most of the time, but sometimes when he's in a bad mood/having a slow day he'll just chill and listen.

Nixe is darker rock and music in general, she would hardly ever dance if it wasn't for Babydolle pulling her in to.

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do chaz for that name meme ouo

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01. Full name: Chasca Madeira (first name is a part of the name for the Incan godess of sex and beauty, last name is a sweet wine-because he does drink)

02. Best friend: Babydolle.

03. Sexuality: Gay as a rainbow slinky covered in jizz and glitter.

04. Favorite color: Lavender

05. Relationship status: Pre-game: Open, mostly unhealthy sex based short relationships. (Post game:Taken- Adrian Marluck)

06. Ideal mate: Someone sweet and caring, but who doesn't mind having a bit of fun/adventure. And will accept him completely, genderfuckery and all.

07. Turn-ons: Stomach/Slow kisses 

08. Favorite food: Baked Potato with cream cheese, cheese, bacon bits, and chives

09. Crushes: The aforementioned Adrian.

10. Favorite music: House music, things he can turn up and dance to and just not care.

11. Biggest fear: Being Judged and Trapped somewhere he doesn't want to be.

12. Biggest fantasy: Oh man...he's actually a real softy and it would have to be something fluffy like watching a movie and cuddling with his other. No strings attached.

13. Bad habits: Unprotected Sex, Drinking

14. Biggest regret: Not being able to measure up to what his father's image of a good son would be.

15. Best kept secrets: How he makes his hair so damn fabulous.

16. Last thought: haha it's about how he wants Adrian to not be there to see the sad little burnt crisp he's turned into ;w;

17. Worst romantic experience: One boyfriend, who was just manipulative and not good at all.

18. Biggest insecurity: His body and his interests.

19. Weapon of choice: Whipkind

20. Role Model: Nicki Minaj (no joke)

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Chasca: Try to Stand Up for Yourself

You were playing with Creamsicle. Ade had gone out to hang out with Violet...again. You were really that bothered by it anymore, or at least you tried not to let it bother you. You were already married so there wasn't much you could do or say. Well, there was, but you didn't want to bother him with  it anyway. As long as he was happy.

You're watching Cream crawl from your shoulder to your lap when your dad walks in, slamming the door. On the inside, you freeze up, but you keep that indifferent look on your face. The one he taught you to have.

"Where is he?" is the first thing he asks.

"He's out, with a friend." you reply, not looking at him. You pet Cream's head and he curls up on your lap.

"The girl?" he puts emphasis on that word and you tense up. He always compared you to her, for all the reasons you weren't her.

"Yes." you answer flatly.

"Funny. I thought he was married to you." he's staring you down as you put Cream back in the terrarium with Marble.

"He is. He just has interests elsewhere, apparently..." you keep your answers short and curt, hoping he'll walk away.

"I see why, she has everything you don't." he sneers and you clench your jaw, "She's purely feminine, quiet, serious, doesn't have the disgusting eyes you do. She can bear him children if the time comes, you can't even please him in bed."

"We haven't done anything he isn't comfortable with."

"And you wonder why he's running off to someone else? Aside from all your obvious failings you can't even keep him with your body? No wonder every man left you."

Your hands ball up in fists on the table, "He can do as he pleases, we still sleep in the same bed and you still reap the benefits."

"Not even any alcohol? I thought if you could drink anyone else into a stupor it would be him. Or are you too busy doing that to yourself to make yourself believe he loves you?"

You finally snap, turning around, "He does love me! If he didn't this 'Marriage' wouldn't have happened!"

He steps forward and in that second you realize how much taller he is than you, "This marriage wouldn't have happened if we hadn't pushed it together you insolent brat!"

You don't back down, though, "He's the man! He could've refused at any time but he didn't! He went through with it!"

"He only went through with it because he couldn't have her. The girl. The thing you'll never be, no matter how much you fake it to make him happy! You weren't his first choice, you're never anybody's first choice!"

You clench your teeth and actually step up to him, "At least I'm a choice! And at least a choice he made! I could be the last choice, but he still chose me because he saw something with me, even if that was a mask! I won't let you fucking ruin my happiness, even if it's imaginary! I'm finally with someone I love, and I don't care if they don't like me back! You can go fuck yourself if you think I'm going to listen to any more shit from you!"

The hand goes across your face so fast you don't even realize it until you're being held up by the death grip he has on your arm. You can feel his nails digging into your shoulder, and he backhands you again so both your cheeks burn and you're biting back a cry.

"How he hasn't done this to you yet is a mystery. You are so misbehaved, letting your emotions get the best of you. How weak." he balls his hand into a fist, looking as if he's going to punch you. You stare him right in the eye, almost daring him to do it. Leave a mark, come on.

Obviously he thinks better of it and just shoves you onto the ground, "You will never be anyone's choice. You are a last resort, your goal is to please. No matter how you try to fix them, your flaws will always make you unloveable." he looks you up and down before turning and walking out of the room.

It takes you a few minutes to calm down, wiping your eyes before any tears can fall, breathing deeply to stop yourself from sobbing. Standing, you realize that he's torn the sleeve lace of the outfit you had been wearing for Adrian. It was ruined now...not that he would really care. Walking over to your closet, you change out of the dress and put on a sweater on instead, at least keeping on the tights you had been wearing. After looking yourself over in the mirror, you go over and take Creamsicle out again, gently petting Marble's head, "I'm sorry you two had to hear that...Now...you wanna go out for a walk in the garden Cream? I know you like the lavender..."

Cream seems to wrap around your arm almost protectively as you walk out.

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Come to think of it Alexander Rybak would be Chasca's celebrity crush.

Cute singing Violinist.

Yep.

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Chaz currently has his hair dyed purple. going from dark to light as it reaches the ends.

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oh hey chaz rant

He was taught that every flaw was to be corrected, mentally, physically. 

Any emotion he showed besides anger or indifference was put down extremely. Which is why he covers his face when he blushes, smiles too wide than he was taught to, or cries.

He doesn't make much noise, if you really get to know him you realize this. Seen not heard is what he was taught, and whenever he tried to speak up he was shut down.

He had contacts shoved in his hands when entering primary school because his dad didn't want to look at them. Got sent to the gym to try and bulk up his figure, and it never worked. He was too feminine for his family's liking, and the fact that he learned he liked things like that made them shove what was 'proper' down his throat even more. It's why he wears sweaters a lot, hiding that figure that was insulted on a daily basis.

Everything about him was scrutinized, he was never praised. Even as he got top of his class they just pushed him harder. As things happened, they eventually gave him a messed up version of what love was.

You could say that what he's done now is an attempt to rebel against everything he was taught. But really he's just getting to know himself, as who he wants to be. It's hard for him to be completely okay with the choices he's making, even if he really likes them. And he puts himself down because that's what he believes, if you praise him he'll cover his face.

The promiscuity happened for a number of reasons, but as time went on it became a matter of being able not to think, being able to push away a hollow feeling, or negative feelings. Things he hasn't dealt with.