#donutbadge

[percival-queen]

{Starter for @donutbadge!}

She still hasn't quite recovered from the shock yet.

Detective Percival King, one of the highest-ranking officers in the SJPD, had gone off and gotten herself soulbonded to ZORA SALAZAR, one of the three leading officers of the terrorist group BLISS OCEAN...

And now she was on her merry way to solve a small series of supposed monster sightings in Redwood Run.

She should’ve been fired. Getting taken off the Arsene Amulet case (“for now—” Eros’ words still rang in her head with all of his unsettling cheer—) didn’t even feel like a demotion. It felt like pity.

The car drives quietly along the peaceful reds and oranges of the trees, sunlight filtering through them all in a way she’s all too aware of. The sergeant had pressed for her to go with Meryl, actually, but she held her ground that the precinct didn’t need to waste the resources. (Her argument was legitimate— she’d swear up and down she wasn’t trying to avoid her, although she had yet to face her as an adult about the whole soulbonding thing.)

It's only a couple of town myths, after all.

The police car slides to a neat stop at the edge of the rickety, run-down area. No Arsene Amulet this time— just a bunch of small-time thieves and a few scared citizens, according to the reports.

What could possibly go wrong?

[workglowed]

[Mundie at work! also hands you a donut. Hands you a donut. H ]

“...Sheriff.” Hm! Howie is not pleased! Redwood Run must have REALLY left a bad taste in his mouth.

((Thanks for reading my rules!))

[doctorsleepytime]

[⚪ White!]

⚪ White - What drew you so much to your muse?

{ On god it was STRAIGHT UP just hyperfocus. Sylvie is the exact character type I tend to get attached to. Nerdy kid who’s very haughty and acts like they’re super duper smart and better than everyone else, but actually they’re insecure as fuck HDFHSKFJHSKF I can like. REALLY heavily relate to Sylvie’s insecurities, so I kinda got attached to him

THAT SAID. The way I ended up writing for him is really dumb JFSJF

So basically I met my buddy GCL (the mun for @/becrtrap) in an Epithet Erased server! Somehow a bunch of us ended up jokingly RPing as different characters in the general chat, I was Sylvie, GCL was Molly, etc. and once it ended GCL and I started talking to each other in DMs and I was like “Tbh I’m thinking of making a Sylvie rp blog” AND IT WAS ALL DOWNHILL FROM THERE FDHKSDHF

[percival-princess]

[💮!]

💮- Have you ever been a ‘Good Samaritan’ to a total stranger or acquaintance? What happened?

Hm... I don’t think so. I mean, I try to help when people have trouble carrying their groceries and such, but I’ve never done anything big.

Not yet, anyway!

[percival-queen]

doughnut challenge mode: 🎖 / 💔 if ur still accepting ofc

{I am always up for a doughnut challenge mode :}

💔 5 traits despised

How bad he is at his job. She’s not Howie, but justice must be served! ...and beyond that, it’s just plain annoying!

His complete lack of any fighting ability— or, what she’s seen of it, anyway.

His willingness to fraternize with criminals. (...This one’s a bit more ironic in the SB AU.)

His unhealthy eating habits! While an occasional treat is acceptable, he eats far too many sugary concoctions than is good for him! She has no doubt this contributes to #2.

How little pride he seems to take in his position of the law. He doesn’t even know the name of his town, for justice’s sake!

🎖 5 traits admired

his

um

...hm

well.

...he’s friendly, at least?}

[percival-queen]

“That must’ve hurt… ” he says, probably offering a fuckin. pink-with-cartoon-puppies-on-it band-aid,

Percy just kinda blinks. then, with a blank stare, takes the band-aid and slaps it onto a massive, bleeding gash on her left arm.

+0.

“Thanks.”

[percival-queen]

{EAM starter for @donutbadge​!}

Ding-dong!

There’s a full minute of faint shouting and “I’ll-get-it!”s muffled behind a wooden door before it’s finally swung open— unfortunately, with such rigid force that the decorative fall-themed wreath is knocked clean off, perfectly ringing around Gorou’s head and then sliding down to adorn him like a necklace.

In the background is what sounds like a faint explosion, presumably unrelated to the whole wreath-necklace incident.

“Argh, I’m terribly sorry about the noise. As you can see, we’re a tad bit busy at the—”

“Oh! Sheriff Gorou. What brings you here?”

...Pretty sure she doesn’t notice the wreath.

[percival-queen]

[here's one: what are some bits of writing you've done on the blog that you're especially proud of?]

{Oooh... That’s honestly kinda hard to answer because nothing immediately comes to mind, and that worries me a bit? X”D I go back and forth between LOVING everything on this blog with all my heart one minute and going “this is all terrible and OOC, I’m a sham of a writer” the next.}

{I guess the thing I’m most consistently proud of would be the Sentient Epithet lore in general? I know that’s not a specific “bit” of writing, but it’s a concept that was born totally on accident, is extremely fun to play with, AND doesn’t contradict canon because nobody can prove Epithets AREN’T sentient voices in the characters’ heads that they mistake for their own thoughts. Also, having other people get so excited and passionate over something I created that they want to join in is something I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before, and it’s a really good feeling.}