OC fun facts because I can
- Avery's been told by many, although less kindly, that she's not exactly the best at describing stuff. And they're not wrong! Unless she's trying to describe something as technically and objectively as possible, her explanations will often include phrases or comparisons that only make sense for her.
- (Wizard) Cocoa and Bee's views on morality are pretty different! While the magician believes there to be strict rules that dictate when something or somebody is to be seen as good or bad, the healer's perception of morality is quite ambiguous and rather relative. Cocoa tries his best not to associate himself with immoral people, whereas Bee will interact with practically anyone. She's been taught, or has rather experienced, that 'bad' people can do wholesome acts, while people that may commonly be perceived as 'good' are just as capable of committing horrible acts, which is a lesson that Cocoa has yet to learn.
- Delilah (Gasp! New character? She was created about two months ago for a story I was invited to collaborate in with some friends, I've still got to introduce her over here...) absolutely hates being lied to, which is ironic given how many lies come out of her mouth on a daily basis. Lies about the future, about the past, about the present. About the holy and about the unholy. Divine predictions that are as worthless as the debris stuck in the sole of her shoes. She’s got no problem lying to others. It’s a part of her job, in the end. It’s something that comes naturally to her. Whenever she’s the one being lied to, though, she can and will get agitated. It’s already hard enough to tell what's true and what's not for someone to be trying to get lies through her head.
- TW for self-harm on this one! Skip to the uncolored text if you don't want to read it.
I'd been meaning to talk about this for a while but I wanted to wait until my blog felt a little less “safe” to do so. Avery does not understand what is wrong harming oneself. She has been told it is bad, but every explanation she's been given as to why has come across as mere nonsense to her, and she doesn't occupy her mind with nonsense. To Avery, self-harm is just a way to modify one's skin. She knows people can modify their clothes, hair, nails and even faces, so why not their skin, too? This thought is reinforced by the sole existence of piercings. “People can stab holes through their body like it's nothing, but when she cuts herself, she's the one doing something wrong? That doesn't make sense!”
She will often trace small patterns along her skin, which, if she sees her body as a canvas, she will refer to as “self-scribbles” or “just mere drawings”. Quoting all of this not only because I'm describing her perception of self-harm and not an actual reality nor something that should be learnt from, but also because it's wrong. I like exploring self-harm differently with the characters of mine who do practice it because it gives me a lot to work with and means a different thing for each one of them. They've all got their own reasons and interpretations, but I've always been pretty reluctant to openly talk about it on Tumblr because I don't want to make it seem like I encourage it. I don't. Self-harm is awful and this is just fiction.
- Henry spent the pandemic with his best friend Andrew in the guy's apartment. He was about twenty or twenty-one at the time and had not yet moved to the house he lives in by the 'present' time of his story. By consequence, neither had he yet met his future roommates.
- Annabelle (or Annie) keeps multiple collections of different categories, which she slowly expanded as time goes by. R.I.P., Annie, you would have loved Pokémon cards...
- When Henry was younger, he would often show up at his friends' houses exclusively to use their kitchen. He wasn't allowed to use the one at his place, and the reason why varied every time he asked for permission. Some days, his mother was set on that he'd go out of his way to start a fire and burn the house down. Other times, she'd tell him he would flood the house, or that he'd take the toaster when she wasn't looking and take a bath with it, or that he'd smash the few glass cups they had left, or that he'd steal the cutlery and harm someone with it. Of course, all Henry wanted was to cook or bake something. To turn his mind off for a while, a delicious distraction. And, since that wasn't a possibility in his house for whatever reason her mother would stick to at the time, he had to find alternatives. Sure, he might've stirred up some not-so-nice storms around his friend group, but his friends would never lack the occasional sweet snack as long as they had him around. A visit from Henry would, more often than not, mean they'd find a pumpkin pie the next time they opened their fridge. Or a cheesecake. Or star-shaped cupcakes.
He'd also use these visits to drink a cup or two of coffee. Sometimes, three or four. He wasn't always tired when that happened, but his mother wouldn't allow him to use the coffee machine they had at home, so yeah. Didn't help that it tasted so darn good, be it with or without milk, sugarless or filled to the brim with little sugar granites.
- Henry always thought black nail polish would look amazing on him, but it wasn't until he was an adult and had his own place that he started actually painting his nails. And, honestly? They didn't look bad. Not to him. It took him a while to find a good technique to stick to and would often find himself having to rub excess paint off of the skin on his fingertips, but he got a hold of it eventually. He's always been sort of feminine, though the most of it he'll ever express will be through his fingernails. And, perhaps, eyeliner, if there's nobody else at home.