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@kingrove || A starter
If there was one thing that Anakin Skywalker knew for sure in his mind was that the younglings had always looked up to him. They saw him as a mentor and a friend. Someone they trusted because he used to be just like them. Taken from his mother. Trained in the Force. He had a longing for family and love that was forbidden to the Jedi but he couldn't deny the things that were spoken in his heart. The way he loved Padme and the way she could understand him. The way she looked past all the terrible things that festered inside of him and clawed at the flesh that protected bone inside. The way she looked at him like he was her stars and moons and she was his suns and planets. She kept him grounded. Let him know what love is and what love was. She explained the feeling to him. Made him know it was real and true. Not something unconditional that he felt for his mother or the brother that he found in Obi-Wan.
That day when he walked in and saw the older younglings, standing there, watching with expectant eyes. He remembers being in their position. Remembers how much of a fight had been put up for him to be in Obi-Wan's car after Qui-Gon. No, he couldn't think about what happened to his original master. Still, there was one that stood in the room, surrounded by the Council as Master Yoda spoke to them, that Anakin's eyes were drawn to. A blonde who had seemed so out of place. As if he didn't belong there. Something that resonated so strongly inside of the elder Jedi Knight. He knew the moment Master Yoda had finished, that would be the one that he approached. The one he would take under his wing the same way Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had done with him. He would show them the way and the Force and their power that resided inside of it's never ending embrace.
As Master Yoda leaves the room, Anakin approaches the blond, arms moved behind back, hands met there. He offers the other a small smile. "What is your name?" He asks gently, circling him for a moment, taking him in. Already having made up his mind. "Would you care to have a Master teach you the ways?"
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Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
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Featuring Steve Harrington, Eleven Hopper and Billy Hargrove
from Netflix’s Stranger Things and more!
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Featuring Steve Harrington, Eleven Hopper and Billy Hargrove
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𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!
feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.
i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.
people
👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?
🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?
👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?
💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?
😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?
👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?
💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?
👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?
😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?
💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
food & drinks
🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?
🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?
🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?
🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?
☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?
🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?
🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
plants & nature
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?
🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?
🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?
🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?
☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?
🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?
🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?
🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?
🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?
🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?
🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
activity
⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?
🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?
objects
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?
🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?
📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?
🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?
💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?
💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?
🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?
🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?
🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?
🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?
🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?
📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?
👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?
🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?
🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?
⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?
🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?
🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?
📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.
📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?
🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?
⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?
🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?
❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?
📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?
transport
🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?
🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?
weather
🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?
💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon
❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?
🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?
🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?
🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?
☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon
🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?
hearts
💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?
💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?
💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?
❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?
💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?
💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?
💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?
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phantasmagcrical:
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ THE HOME HAD BEEN SILENT , a reasonable amount of such to grant the young tracker time to read into recent events. Tabloids had become so falsified that his mind wondered if this was what religions were founded on ; it would make sense that such fake news would spur minds to think the impossible possible. Men of idiotic minds spewing knowledge, people of herd mentality rushing to join the fray, a repugnant ideology suddenly viewed as positive. All Cato desired, in earnest, was the truth, not fictitious nonsense brought on by those in charge. How hard was it to grant him facts?
A knock at the door caused head to snap up, dark irises shooting to the door, wary of its presence, yet he knew that Achilles only ever called company he expected. For every intruder, there came Cato to evaluate their motives, to ensure they weren’t here to cause problems ; it was valued better this way since his read on people always granted him better knowledge of where they go. When he answered, however, he had no read on this woman, his eyebrows furrowing.
Question shot his way would incite head to slowly shake, hand gesturing for her to enter the home, leaving door open behind him. Every guest desired tea, so already did he begin to grab hold of ingredients, placing them upon the counter, glancing up fat her, watching her carefully as mechanical movements began to prepare her a drink. ❝ He left to feed, ❞ raspy soft voice would speak up only this information.
As she enters, dark gaze sweeps over the interior. She had to give it to the other vampire. This place was luxurious and comfortable. Beyond anything that Anna had ever gotten for herself. She didn't see the desire to have a place so nice when she would just move on when the time came. She wasn't used to staying in one place for very long, always on the move. Always two steps ahead of whatever was behind her, following her. Her own shadow wasn't able to keep up with her and she liked it that way. She liked to know she was in charge and had time for an escape plan if it came down to needing one.
Gaze moves to rest upon the other as he starts mechanical movements to make what looked like tea. She never really found a taste for it but she'd accept it and drink it in a way to be nice. To show she meant him no harm and she was simply attune to waiting for Achilles to return home in the meantime. "And he didn't extend an offer? I'm disappointed." There's a hint of sarcasm in her vocals as she speaks, moving to lean against the wall near the other and the tea making set he was working with. She had to give it to them both, they definitely seemed to have a finer taste in living situations. One that she could match if she were to ever stop and stay in a place for longer than a month or two.
"Ah, where are my manners?" A shake of Anna's head, sending dark brown curls tossing over her shoulders with the movement. "I'm Anna. I don't believe Achilles told you that by our meeting. He definitely didn't tell me about you." She nods to him, extending a hand in a kind gesture of saying hello, a movement she's used to when it came to others, much better than the kiss of each cheek and the sweet desire to sink fangs into the neck of a person as they got too close to her senses. The sweet smell of fresh blood as it pumped through their veins. "You guys live together, then?"
#phantasmagcrical#ch: Cato#speaking: Anna Johnson#verse tbt#wHY tumblr deleted your banner#I will never really know
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Murphy senses her annoyance at his presence alone, giving him happy satisfaction. This event had been ruined for him before it began, so he’s pleased to see her joy in it wash away too. Her words goad him further. “Right, because people can really afford to eat out. Do you even know what the overhead and margins are like at a restaurant? You’re lucky to spend a couple bucks on a meal at home in this economy. But I guess money management doesn’t really matter to someone whose family is wealthy enough not to care about those things.”
A few of the judges’ brows raise as they take note of the comment. Giddy with power, Murphy downs the last bite of the sample. However, it lodges weird in his throat, and he freezes. He brings a fist to pound at the center of his chest, tries to speak, and realizes - he’s choking. Panic sets in and the onlookers sense it. “Is he choking?” Someone asks.
She's about to reply to him, her own quip at his comment. How stupid did he think she was? She may have came from wealth but she brains and smarts that backed up everything she said to him. Unlike him, she did things with purpose. She knew what she wanted and wouldn't stop until she got it and she refused to use the money that built their empire to get those things. Hard work built character and she wanted hers to be the main of the story. No matter what she had to do, she was going to get what she wanted in the end. She didn't care if others didn't think she deserved it or not. She worked hard for it and even if she was the only one to see it, that's all that mattered to her. Her own opinion.
Then it happened. The way he pounded on his chest and she rolls her eyes for a moment. "Stop faking it, you're making a scene." She scoffs under her breath, not wanting the onlookers to hear her words of disbelief but when he hadn't stopped, worry fills her body. Was he actually choking? And on her food? Oh no, she couldn't have that. What would that give to the judges if someone died because of what she made? Panic rises in her throat and she rushes to his side. "Someone get the medic! We have to stop him from choking!" She calls out, looking around at the onlookers and judges as her hands move to rest, one upon his shoulder, the other upon his upper arm.
It's moments that feels like precious minutes when the medics arrive, one moving her from Murphy's side, the other preforming the hemic maneuver to dislodge whatever it was that had gotten stuck in the man's throat and her panic causes her to swallow, to raise a hand and run fingers through red locks of curls. "Jesus, John." She starts with a breath, wanting to hit him for the display he caused but finding herself thankful that he hadn't died. "For your information, I do know the going rates and that's why it wouldn't be expensive to those who visit. I wouldn't want to put someone out on the streets just because of a meal." A pause and a hand rests upon her forehead before she lets her gaze finally settle upon him. "I'm glad you're alright but next time, find someone else's food to choke on."
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|| Closed Starter for || @phantasmagcrical || For Cato
Time was nothing short of a fleeting sensation when she was going to be living forever. That much was apparent but either way, she liked the idea of finding a period that suited her best. So far, she hadn't cared for many passing trends so far, though, corsets were rather annoying and she'd choose to rather never go back to those again, if she has the chance. Anna shakes her head a little at th thought. It hadn't been very long since they had started to become a thing of the past, either way. She was thankful. Maybe she'd be able to breathe normally now without feeling like her air supply was going to be choked off. Poor humans and their inability to survive without breathing.
Hand raises, knuckles rapping over the wooden door and Anna waits patiently for Achilles to answer. This was the address he had given her and she had decided that maybe his offer wasn't too terrible to accept. She needed a change in her life. Needed something to bring excitement to it, give it the fire that it had once had. "Well, you're not who I was expecting." She starts, seeing the person who answered the door was not the man she was expecting to greet her. "Is Achilles here or did I get the address wrong?"
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The bouncers are easy to brush past. Murphy points to a name on their list – “There.” And shoulders his way inside the event. He’s underdressed in black jeans and a jacket covered with sewn-on patches. He grabs a cocktail from a passing waiter’s tray and surveys the room. Then he spots Addison and can’t help himself. He’s bitter that someone like her, with all the opportunities in the world, got this one, while he wasn’t even on the guest list. A familiar rival since the city and online world of culinary influencers is only so big. He downs half the drink before he gets to her table. His free hand snags one of the samples but by then his presence and attire have been noted by several onlookers.
“Sorry to crash the party, but I just had to get a taste of my competition.” Murphy smirks and makes eye contact with Addison as he takes a bite, chews a couple of times, and washes it down with a swig from the drink. “Not bad. What’s it cost? Five dollars a plate? Totally affordable for a family of four on minimum wage.”
She's all smiles and laughter. Putting on a show for the crowd that surrounds her table. Her food is as good as her attitude and she wants to express that. To engage with those that are in animated conversations with her. She had gotten the opportunity of a lifetime and she was going to milk it for all it was worth. The ability to be at such a large event while being part of the food world online? It was a massive opportunity and she'd be silly to say no, despite having enough money to her name to have bought her way into such a spot. She gives thanks when people compliment her food, placing out more when the table looks low. She had spent hours perfecting the recipe for such a fancy finger food that she'd probably wouldn't have ate if it was being served to her at a party, but here she was, wanting to impress people that would caught at a holiday party with her parents.
Then it's washed away at his voice. John Murphy had appeared in front of her and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to not scoff at him. How dare he show up to an event that she was shining at. Who did this asshole think he was? He hadn't been invited so how had he gotten in? She'd give him props on however he had managed it. "Who decided to lower the standards and let you in?" She finally scoffs the words, unable to hold it back when speaking. "Actually, if I were to open a restaurant and feature this on my menu, it'd only be a couple dollars. How much do you think it cost me to make it?" Sarcasm runs through her veins and she moves, arms crossing over petite chest. "Get lost, John. You lost. Accept it."
#imnobodysson#ch: John Murphy#speaking: Addison Montgomery#she's like wtf did I do to deserve you being here LOL
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|| Closed Starter for || @grihm || For Soren
A stroll, that's what it was meant to be. She wanted to walk through the small town, to get a feel for it. A vacation that was meant to be relaxing and one that she was meant to meet up with her brother, Jeffrey at. He was coming back from a trip in Europe that had taken him away from the family for about three years and despite being able to go visit him a few times, it had been exciting to know that the two would be able to explore a town together and reconnect with each other. Addison had so many plans for when his flight got in and he drove in to town. She had so many things figured out for them. it's why she agreed to meet him in Europe, knowing he didn't want to cut his trip even shorter and that she desired the ability to get away for a little bit.
Hand rises, fingers running through ginger locks of hair to push it out of her face, gaze turned straight ahead as she had seen a shop in the distance, one she had decided to stop in and maybe pick up a few things for herself. That was when the world had stopped. Breath catches in her lungs and she becomes rooted where she had stopped walking. Panic starts to rise inside the back of her throat and there he was, looking at the flowers outside of a shop just a few stores down from her. Had he noticed her? Had he been following her? She knew he had been stalking her back home, leaving gifts outside her door without a name attached. He would leave her little notes about his feelings, and other such things and despite not having a name upon it, she knew. She always knew who they happened to be from. Now? Now he was here, in Europe. How had he knew this was where she was going to be? To this exact town? How had he discovered this? Surely no one she knew would've told him?
Fear is evident in her gaze as she silently prays that he doesn't spot her, taking a few timid steps backwards, her green gaze shifts, looking around, trying to find the perfect stranger to help a girl out here in this situation. Another breath, trying to calm her nerves. "Hey, Addy! Wow!" His voice hits her like a ton of bricks and she's rooted again in the place she stops. Shoulders round downward and she inverts in on herself. Addison viewed herself as independent. Not in need of help from anyone or wanting anyone to save her. She wasn't a damsel but when Mark was around? She couldn't stop the way the fear would take over her body. "Go away." She swallows, trying to keep her tone steady. "Oh, come on! It's like fate that we met up in the same town in Europe!" She steps back again, gaze shifting around in a panic. All she wanted was help. Anyone to help. She hated feeling helpless and hated feeling like a rat in a cage, trapped with no where to go.
He had long hair and tattoos. She spot him on the street just down the way behind Mark and she was silently trying to scream at him to help her. Please help her. Do something, anything for this situation to end. Hands rise, arms cross over her chest as a way to guard herself when Mark steps forward, hand reaching out to caress fingers along her upper arm. "You're still just as beautiful as I remember." He speaks, breath quiet and slowly above a whisper, loud enough for her to hear. "Don't touch me." Her voice shakes, her knees want to give out and she does something unexpected. She waits for the man with long hair and tattoos to get closer before she pretends to stumble, bumping arms with him, enough to hope he notices but a small enough movement to hope that Mark wasn't paying nearly as close attention to it. "Leave me alone, Mark."
#grihm#ch: Soren#speaking: Addison Montgomery#verse: tbt#hello. I'm fucking terrible at starters. =] love me anyways
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Headcanon 001:
Addison met a boy over the summer of her sophomore year of high school. It was at a party with Rylan where she was drinking far too much and letting her hair down to help her best friend forget her troubles. This boy, Mark, was sweet and kind and got her laughing quite a lot. They hit it off at the party and exchanged numbers.
Over the summer, they had a fling and at the end of it, Mark was supposed to be going off to college and Addison made it very clear that everything, including contact would cease to happen. He was only meant to be a summer memory. He didn't like that idea. In fact, he kept calling and texting her. He'd send her photos and even put her in a position to delete her instagram due to the comments and dms that he kept sending her from different accounts, since she would block his normal one.
Mark became an obsessive stalker, to the point that Addison got her father involved and took legal action against him without hesitation. This had seemed to work for a few years. Mark slowly became what Addison had wanted originally, a memory. Though, from time to time, she still receives messages from unknown senders telling her things like she looks pretty, asking her about the date or person she was spotted with. Random gifts will still appear on her doorstep, especially on each holiday and her birthday, all from unknown addresses and senders.
She knows it's him but she has no way to form concrete proof or get his location to take to the police. She doesn't really speak of this to anyone expect Rylan. It's something she's creeped out by and afraid of but she's strong and refuses to let that show, especially to her father. She wants to prove she's capable of taking care of herself in every sense of the word and if Mark every came back around, she wouldn't be afraid to put him in his place nor in a pair of handcuffs behind bars.
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