Monthly Archives: January 2013

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Love Questions

  • Send me a ❦ for a headcanons on how things would work if my character and yours were dating
  • Send me a ∞ for how I think my character would propose to yours
  • Send me a ☠ for a headcanon on what would happen if our two characters were dating and broke up
  • Send me a ✆ for a headcanon on what my muse would have your muse’s name in their phone
  • Send me a ✯ for a headcanon on how our characters would end up falling asleep together
  • Send me a ❀ if you ship our characters together

Charity Ball | Open RP

philanthropicpariah:

iamthefirechild:

If she had been paying attention to people’s physical presence, and not the increasing pressure inside her own head, Summer would certainly have retreated back to her original corner after getting a refill. Never mind that it was starting to swirl with more people as well; strangers were easier far to deal with than Tony Stark.

Well, in one way, anyhow. She didn’t tend to have crushes on random strangers, after all. But no, she’d walked right next him, screwdriver in hand, to lean her forehead against the wall in hopes that the coolth would help suppress her oncoming headache.

The minute he spoke to her, her feelings would probably be obvious to anyone with an eye.

It was a crime, really, that the person running the bar didn’t know what Death in the Afternoon was. He could surely use one, or seven. But he would have to stick with what the bartender knew, seeing as they wouldn’t let just make something for himself. They also followed the whole ‘no straight shots’ rule, he could tell. A splash of water just to make sure no one got too plastered.

Obviously they’d never heard of Tony Stark before.

Though he wasn’t expecting someone to just walk right up beside him without actually saying anything to him. That was definitely new.

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Summer pressed her glass against her forehead at a particularly nasty throb. It was rapidly becoming clear that the only way to ease this headache was going to be to leave; the tension of shielding was just as bad as the emotions swirling among the crowd. She turned, meaning to set her glass down and seek the exit — and a roaring filled her ears, darkness overwhelming her sight. She felt the glass slip from her fingers as her knees gave way, both girl and glass crashing to the floor at Stark’s feet.

Falling

iamvictor-roth:

It had happened so easily that at the time, for a split second, it had scared him. How quickly he had reached for the tumbler and scotch, slamming down one after the other. He’d made the mistake of remembering, of taking that damned trip down memory lane. Then again, by the time he had realized it was a bad idea he was already on his 6th glass and working on more. Even when he was human it took a considerable amount to get him drunk but he didn’t know how his vampirism would affect his tolerance. Victor lost count of how many glasses he had had. Bottles were strewn about and for the life of him he couldn’t drown out the memories. He couldn’t drown out the blood; he was soaked in it and so was her dress. How long ago was it? 5 years? 10? A lifetime? He was too far gone to remember anymore. Shakily he got up and started to make his way up the stairs to his bedroom but stopped in the hallway when he saw his reflection in a mirror. He looked like shit. Victor squinted and took a step closer to the mirror only to trip, and hit his head hard on the marble table lining the wall. Apparently he’d had enough to drink to dull all of his reflexes and soon the darkness took over his sight.

For the first time, Summer was headed to Victor’s house. Given his address, it was easy to get there, and she sang contentedly along to her music during the drive. She was hoping to surprise him, though how easy that would be she didn’t know.

As it turned out, it was easy. Terrifyingly easy.

She’d probed a little bit, before she even got out of the car, since she’d actually expected him to come outside when she drove up. The sense of his unconsciousness startled her, and she flung herself into the house, jaw dropping at the sight of so many bottles. Could vampires get alcohol poisoning? Was that why he was unconscious? “Shit,” she swore, under her breath.

When she finally found him, untidily sprawled on the floor, it was almost a relief. Getting him anywhere else would be a pain, but he didn’t appear to have choked on vomit or anything. Did vampires bleed? Damn, there was too much she didn’t know! She knelt beside him, brushing hair away from his face. “Victor, darling?” she said softly.