mundane headcanons
🌅 morning routine
at what time do they generally wake up?
do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?
how many alarms do they need to wake up?
are they a morning person?
bathroom first or breakfast first?
do they take a shower to wake up?
coffee, tea, milk or juice?
sweet or savoury breakfast?
what do they like to have for breakfast?
do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?
do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?
🚿 personal hygiene
how often do they take a shower/bath?
shower or bath?
shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?
do they use specific perfumes?
do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?
do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?
what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?
🍕 food breaks
do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?
do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?
are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?
if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?
do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?
do they tend to have leftovers?
how often do they get fast food?
how often do they go to restaurants?
🧹 chores
are they the one doing most chores in the house?
which chore is the one they dread doing the most?
do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?
do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?
do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?
🚗 transports
do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?
do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )
do they own a car?
do they own a bike?
are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?
do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?
do they like going on trains?
do they like going on boats or ships?
do they like going on airplanes?
📱 phone
what phone do they have?
do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?
how often do they check their phone?
do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?
how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?
do they have games on their phone?
what's their background and lock-screen?
💻 social media
are they registered to any social media?
how often do they log in?
how many followers do they have?
do they follow a lot of people?
how easy is it for them to block someone online?
what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?
did they ever get in an online fight?
do you think they'd have callouts about them?
😴 sleeping routine
at what time do they tend to go to sleep?
do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?
how much does it take for them to fall asleep?
are they a light or a heavy sleeper?
do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?
do they dream often?
what kind of dreams to they tend to have?
do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?
do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?
what's their usual sleeping position?
where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?
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Hands caught one another, the sheer force of Pino's dash combined with Sacchetti's desperation to pull him through sending the two of them tumbling down to the ground. Alive, though. Alive, and together. A triumphant half - laugh, half - sob of sheer relief welled up within his chest, the small victory savored for precious seconds before it was necessary to get moving again.
Time to go home.
His grasp was firm and protective as Sacchetti began to usher them both towards the door he'd emerged from. He couldn't see Ophelia or Creecher, so he prayed that meant they were out and safe. They were almost out, fighting their way from the very heart of this hellish performance towards freedom --
— A SCREAM stopped him dead in his tracks. A howl of an emotion utterly indescribable and desperately visceral, Sacch instinctively clutching the other close, terrified. He'd never heard anything like it before, the cacophony rattling his very bones, heart thudding against ribs. He wondered if this was the end. The lights went down. The hoard surrounding them fell away. The very ground beneath his feet seemed to yield beneath his weight in an unpleasant viscous way.
And that wasn't even the worst of what he and his friend were about to witness on that stage tonight. No, that part began with the Noise getting mauled. There was no joy in the moment, no catharsis. Just ... horror. He had no idea what to do, besides just ... stand there, frozen.
And then
then there was a flash of
and she
The world is nothing but sound and pain. A familiarity to him. Back even before the tower, there had been times when his sight had failed him when everything else became far too much to handle.
It's a symphony of gnashing teeth and he's praying the song's end comes soon.
God? Do you see me? Have you looked at this life I've lived?
Don't let it end like this. Please. I just want a happy ending...
Reach out and show me that you want to be saved.
He can see it in his mind's eye. A hand unfurling, fingers spread open. A welcoming gesture.
And he can hear it, this time.
Sacchetti's voice.
So close to him.
It's in a blink that he moves. With one last gasp, one last burst of adrenaline, Pino stands on shaking legs. He turns. He faces the beasts with his overheated body.
A single, final dash through the living barricade.
I'm coming. Please.
Hand outstretched.
Please. Please. Don't be afraid to take my hand. Please--
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— THERE.
a sea of violent clones raged around them, destruction raining down upon the battlefield. but his objective was in sight: near the very eye of this storm, pino lay in a defeated heap, having been unable to pierce through to the center of the chaos. at this point, sacch doubted any but those already there would be able to break past the fake noise's protections. all that those on the outside could do now was pull back. their part of this fight was done, and hopefully they'd distracted the monster long enough to permit those fighting the real battle to do their part.
heart thundering in his chest, sacchetti's resolve had never been stronger. no time to hesitate or second guess now!
" OPHELIA! protect creech, GET OUT NOW, " he barked, gesturing back towards creecher and in the vague direction of the doors they'd all come through. and then he was sprinting for the one he'd been trying to save all along. maybe it was a futile effort. he could not undo what had been done to pino, save him from the degradation of his own body and, potentially, his own mind.
but maybe that was never the point. maybe the point was to save the one thing pino was convinced nobody but a rare few cared about: his heart. whatever happened to him, whatever he became, sacchetti would be there to help. to take his hand and remind him that he was worth the fight, however it played out.
" PINO! " sacch called out, hands reaching to touch, to catch a hold of the other's body through vicious bodies that bit and slashed and tore at him. " i got you! i will get you home! hold on to me, and i hold on to you! "
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[ @prcttyinpcnk ]: "sword!"
Send “ Shield ” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger. Send “sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger.
— was that phiona?? what the HELL was she doing here?! hadn't she heard his warning? hadn't she PROMISED?! of all the impudent, disobedient, RECKLESS ... !
he couldn't lose another kid that trusted him to watch over them. to teach them, show them what to do in this cruel and violent world. he couldn't do that, he couldn't bear it.
all the frustration he felt was let out on the beasts that were swarmed around her, making their immensely irritating noises even as he clobbered them back down to a gooey, unpleasant mush, tossing their bodies aside and tearing pieces of them off when they refused to relent their grip on his employee.
" YOU. are gettin' a talk, when i am not so busy, " he gritted between clenched teeth, fresh wounds aching sharply now that he'd slowed his stride, for just a moment. he pointed back to a door in a firm way, which suggested there was no room for discussion here. " GO BACK. "
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Sword or Shield! Either way, there's a giant mouse wearing pants he's got a giant key. Make of that what you will, Sacch.
Send “ Shield ” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.
" ON YOU LEFT, " he called to the abnormally sized ( and fashionably dressed! ) vermin before taking out a swath of hyper - violent abnormally sized ( and fashionably dressed! ) vermin swamping the poor fella.
his long time best friend was OBSESSED with rats, so this was actually far less weird for sacchetti than it probably ought to be. the less time he spent fussing over all the details, the more of his already fractured sanity he got to retain for just that little bit longer!
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