“Those Poor Boys”

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OC questions

60 questions that can be made into an OC ask game, or you can just fill everything out yourself to get to know your character a little better :)

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[1] What first impression do they typically make? Are they likeable from the get go, or take time to grow on people?

[2] How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

[4] How physically and emotionally affectionate they are?

[5] Are they good at keeping secrets?

[6] How direct are they in conversations, do they speak in hints and riddles or bluntly say what they think?

[7] Are they a good liar, and what would they probably lie about?

[8] How open they are about their true feelings, both positive and negative?

[9] What is their love language?

[10] How quickly do they fall for someone?

[11] What are small things that make them happy?

[12] How high is their self-esteem?

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

[14] What does it take to make them laugh, and what does their laugh sound like?

[15] How do they act around people they don't like?

[16] Do they easily rely on others to help them out, or prefer doing everything themselves?

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[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around them is able to understand or believe?

[18] Do they ever have to hide their identity and for what reason?

[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?

[20] When they’re sad or upset, do they need company or some time alone?

[21] When they’re sick, would they want others to visit and take care of them, or they would rather prefer not to be seen at not their best?

[22] Do they have nightmares, and if yes, when did they start and what are they usually about?

[23] What was the worst, the darkest period of their life that they have been through?

[24] How hard it is for them to not allow their emotions to cloud their judgement?

[25] Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usually keep it to themselves or talk about it openly?

[26] Do they have any physical or mental ilness, how do they handle it and how open they are about it?

[27] Do they have any scars, how did they get them and how do they feel about them?

[28] What is something that they will never be able to forgive?

[29] How do they deal with loss, stress and anger?

[30] What are their most healthy and most unhealthy coping mechanisms?

[31] How hard it is for them to own up to their mistakes and wrongdoings?

[32] Is there something they've done in the past that they deeply regret till this day?

[33] What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories?

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[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?

[35] Do they like their own appearance, and what do they do, if anything, to alter it in any way?

[36] Do they own items that have sentimental value?

[37] How would they spend a lazy day when they have nothing specific to do?

[38] What do they usually do or where do they go when they need to feel comfortable and safe?

[39] What is their sleeping habits and favorite sleeping position, either alone and with someone?

[40] How picky they are with food, do they have specific dietary requirements based on their health or culture?

[41] What’s their usual morning routine?

[42] What is their idea of a perfect friendly hangout and/or romantic date?

[43] Do they enjoy flirting or being flirted with?

[44] On a party, where would you find them?

[45] For an event, would they dress like they typically do, or go all out?

[46] Would they rather dress to look attractive or to feel comfortable, and what would they never wear?

[47] Do they drink alcohol, and if they do, how much and how often?

[48] Are they, or were they at some point in their life, a part of any subculture?

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[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?

[50] What are they really good and really bad at?

[51] How good are they with money?

[52] Do they speak any other languages aside from their own?

[53] Do they like to sing and how confident they are with their singing?

[54] Do they like giving gifts, and how good are they at picking good gifts?

[55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?

[56] How would they react to hearing a dirty joke?

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

[58] In the situation where they had to choose, would they rather stay loyal to their morals or to people they love?

[59] What would they want to be remembered for?

[60] If they were to commit a crime, what kind of crime would it most likely be?

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some of these question were written myself, some are the courtesy of my friend, and some were brought from my questionnaires in my old fandom. if you use them, please reblog or link back to this post

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The main character is absurdly powerful even ignoring the magic thing, buuuuutttttt trauma does things ig. :>

From the behind the scenes game:

❗"how many WIPs do you have?"

🖊️"how does your magic system work?"

Thanks for the ask!

Currently, I have one primary WIP (Temporarily titled Stars Of The Sky) and in the upper end of twenty that I sometimes return to and add on to, but those are primarily fanfiction, aside from one.

I do have a secondary WIP that I return to, which has more of a magic system than my current primary, which is the one that I will talk about for the magic system.

In the world of Sightless, the WIP that I have a planned magic system for, people are born with a set amount of magic power. Everyone has some amount of it, but not everyone is given the same amount, and no one can increase the amount. Most people barely have enough to enchant an item, which is the majority of the populace. The next level are those who can enchant items but can't cast a spell. Then are those who can cast spells.

One can increase how efficient they are with their magic power through repeated use, but for those who cannot use it at all, as in, those who can't even enchant items, this route is not possible. Of course, there are limits to the use.

The first stage of magic overuse is blindness. For those with higher healing factors, this goes away, but for most mages, this is the end of their vision. This doesn't mean the permanently blind cannot cast magic at all, but they would be relegated to being healers and farming spells. The stage beyond blindness, if a mage ignores the blindness, is heart attacks. For the more resilient mages, or those with healers nearby, they live. For most, they don't.

There are exceptions to the rules, but not for reasons most would expect.

The main character, for example, wasn't born in the world with this magic system, but she has quite the large magic power pool. She is also fairly resistant to the drawbacks of magic overuse due to having quite the fast healing rate without magic. She's also one of few whose occupation doesn't match her magic pool, as she's a guard/blacksmith, not a mage. Guards and blacksmiths tend to fall in the enchant but not cast spell range, and she can fairly easily cast spells without giving it much thought.

Her twin brother, Astro, works as a merchant, but he has a relatively good magic pool, falling in the enchant but no spells range, and he has less reason to use magic than his sister.

Their adoptive brother completely lacks magic power. Which is unheard of.

As for magic types, there are quite a few. Enchants and spells have the same types, but the range of effect is limited for enchants.

There are

Cultivation spells, which increase yield in harvest and mining

Fire, which has everything to do with fire (including fireballs)

Water, which is everything to do with water, but not ice

Steam, which occurs when mages or enchanters use both fire and water spells/enchants at the same time

Ice, which is everything to do with ice, including different shapes and temperatures

Holy, which includes healing, undo curses, and light

Dark, which includes poison, curses, and darkness

Holy and dark also include incantations for either banishing the presence of dark gods or evoking a dark god

Earth, which works with rock and soil

Location, which involves teleportation, locating, and gravity related things.

And many others.

There can be blending, as noted with steam, but one has to be careful not to mix the wrong elements because things can go wrong. Extremely wrong.

Yeah, Sightless has a lot just in the magic. That is ignoring the possible classification of powers as magic, in which case... That would be too much to get into.

Hope that satisfies any curiosity. Might add a magic system to my current WIP, but I haven't yet.

The quiet female blinks. Did these two draw the short straws of their respective species? She was a writer in life. Ideas are already running through her head as she sits down. One sheet of paper... a space limit. Guess she has to write in tiny font. A pen... her words would be illegible to everyone but her.

Fine with her.

She cracks her knuckles, preparing for a session of writing nonstop. She wants to write at least ten thousand words. She's going to the underworld nonetheless. Might as well punish the two who have to preside over this.

She puts the pen to paper and stares... How does she word this? Pen is permanent and she can't erase it if she makes a mistake. She looses a sigh. If this is the last thing she writes, she might as well allow mistakes. These guys aren't her editors.

She starts writing, squinting in an attempt to read as she writes. No luck... it's too small and sloppy to read. She feels bad for her college professors now, trying to decipher anything she chose to write in the margins of any tests taken on paper. A few managed to read her notes to them, a few got mad, one nodded at her the next day with a grim expression, and one quit.

She takes no blame for that last one, but it is suspicious that it happened after he gave her a note she never bothered to read.

She eventually finishes, the page blue from ink, with no spaces between lines or words. It's a wonder anyone could read it. A majority of it was her apologizing to her original characters whose stories will never be finished, a good portion was her reciting the prologue and first chapter of her favorite original story that became a published book, and a small portion was her writing out how she'd torture anyone who deemed her worthy of going to heaven, just to ensure she wouldn't. God did nothing for her in life, he'd do nothing for her in death.

When she finally turned the paper in, the angel attempted to read what she'd written, but he only seemed more and more confused and concerned when he couldn't see any words, just a sea of blue. The Demon barely glanced at the paper, looking exhausted.

"Are... are you okay...? Where are the words...? How are the words gone...? You were writing for FOUR DAYS!" The angel ruffles his blond hair, his skin even paler than his fluffed white wings.

"Who cares? That last tenth is perfect for the underworld! So many torture ideas, so many details!" The Demon laughs, pure red eyes full of glee. "We're getting this one, Arn!"

"But... But she's so innocent! Look at her!" The angel gestures to the female, drawing attention to her. She can see why he said that. Her brown hair, although half-shaved, is braided out of her face neatly, her skin is unscared aside from old scars from the usual trips and falls granted by being clumsy as a child, her blue eyes framed by simple black glasses, and she's wearing clothes that covered as much skin as possible, including a hoodie with sleeves stained by ink. If they knew how she lived, they'd see someone who, aside from a firm disbelief in God, was completely innocent. She never broke laws, never stole anything, and was well loved. If you ignored her books, which were often full of death and torture, she never thought of crimes.

The Demon cackles as she smiles, uneven teeth revealed in the expression, just before she recites-

"Astra's power kills those she looks at and she killed her father when she was-"

It was the main character of her longest book series, Astra's, backstory. The angel looked more and more concerned when the recitation took almost a day as she went over Astra's appearance, power, skills, personality, story progression, and relationships in detail despite making those things back in High School.

The angel was white as a sheet when he left to allow the Demon to take her to the Underworld.

Lovely.

You just died. Upon entering the door to afterlife, an angel and a demon welcomes you. In front of you is a pen and a blank sheet of paper. Their only instruction was “write”.

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If only you could see the fledgling life of this one. I put so many things in this that I don't normally do. Like an attempt at a background. And wood. And a bear-wolf-elk? Thing. Animals in general I don't normally do. Or bows...

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I did a lot of new things in this-

So much texture done by hand- not the fur, but the wood

Hello!

Hello! What brings you to my asks?

I think I take the "What if they don't want to talk to me" a little too seriously. I will cease talking for days in a row if my brain forgets the existence of how I contact you. AKA if my phone fails to send a notification, I forget to talk-

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I might have a problem.

what they don't tell you about making friends is you gotta be a lil annoying. you gotta push past the fear of "what if they don't want to talk to me" and simply ask someone how their day is going, send a meme. you cannot connect to people if you're both just awkwardly waiting for the other to start.