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♡ soup
He tried making soup once, figured it wouldn’t be that hard yknow! It’s just liquids!
Instead, he just had a bowl of tomato water... he just boiled a tomato in water for like 10 minutes and then ate that. It sucked and he decided to never try ever again.
♡ + flowers
Puck LOVES flowers! He’s the kind of guy who’ll stop on the side of the road to pick any colorful little bud that dares catch his eye. Can he name any of them? No, never. Does he know how to properly plant, or pot, or vase, whatever, these flowers? No! They usually end up dead within a few days. God forbid he ever learns about flower pressing, he’d be obsessed.
His favorites are dandelions
🍍
“🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them? “
He’s actually pretty happy how he looks! Of course, he misses all the spectral everything he had for so long (though that’s more ‘wow! that’s a lot of change real fast!’) Currently his only gripe is he’s.... shorter than he remembers. Or was he always this short? Hm.
Puck considers himself... average? Like a cute-but-also-a-little-ugly-cute kind of average. Not really focused on how he looks until he’s actually trying to impress someone. (See: When he was alive)
Still getting use to the whole “physical” thing again, but pretty comfy so far.
🍌 : is my muse inclined to help others, or will they only do it when it benefits them, if at all? what makes them this way? has it ever gotten them into trouble, or inconvenienced them?
[weak smile]
Puck was raised by his brother, and in turn helped raise his sister until the both of them died. Taking on a semi-parental role planted a little seed that decides he needs to help others... sometimes (+plus his already ‘I need to be useful to others in order to have meaning’ thing he has going on).
Basically speaking it’s a sort of... pick-and-choose kind of deal. Most of the time he isn’t half bothered to help people out, but with friends or those who click something in his brain, somewhere deep down, he’s definitely a “you’re stuck with me until i figure out how to help you!” kinda guy.
It’s definitely gotten him in loads of trouble when he was alive, though it was... more him strong arming others to help someone Puck cared about get what he wanted.
Question: What does Puck's voice sound like? Does he have a voice canon?
It’s something similar to the timestamped parts (the most speaking-ish i can find in these songs)
what about love?
“it’s nice in theory but... sucks in practice. i mean, the pictures and songs all make it sounds like the thing to aim for in life but it just makes you queasy and you start actin’ stupid! and you know what happens when you play stupid games? huh? you-- you--” huff! “well you don’t win nothin’! that’s for sure!”
Trope
Cuddle Bug
WATCH OUT! If you pass the threshold of “acquaintance” to “friend” you will NEVER get out of an interaction with Puck untouched. Hugs, pats, spins, tackles, you get within viewin’ distance of him and you’re done for!
C’MERE YOU!
{TROPE | ACCEPTING}
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A 20cm by 20cm chapbook of excellent cotton paper stitched at the spine with catgut. It's a personal journal kept by noted Russian artist Olga Vladimirovna Rozanova of the Supremus school of painters. She painted the text in water color, rather than write longhand. Her Cubist/Russian Futurist-like paintings of flattened dimensions illuminate the text. Of note, an entry from 13 October 1913: "Sleepless, four days: men of many pale colors and flat shapes stalk me along edges of buildings, rooms, anywhere with straight lines, corners. Sense them at edge of vision. If my skull were a clear glass, I could see them. Alexi and Velimir mock me, play at my fear with their cruel nonsense poems." Sharp anthromorphic masses emerging from pub scenes accompany this entry.
All of that would be interesting, super cool and all that. Strange entries from a sleepless artist and the distant beings that haunted her sleep deprived brain.
Of course, Puck can’t read Russian.
“huh. cool pictures! can you read this for me??”
He also isn’t much of an art connoisseur, he sees pretty picture he smiles.
{👾 FOR A RANDOMNLY GENERATED ITEM | ACCEPTING!}
