#part of me just wants to go wooosh with the plot
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Ticking Springs
(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)
Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ
capitolo uno
here is: capitolo due
capitolo tre
capitolo quattro
capitolo cinque
capitolo sei
capitolo sette
Capitolo otto
Capitolo nove
Capitolo dieci
Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ
It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.
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TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occurr in time
TW here are: Geppetto being motivating and discouraging, anxious reader, mysoginy?, a boy is calling girls stupid
The sun had shown her face seldomly on Krat this morning.
Gepetto laughed at his own thought as he stretched. Already clothed for the day with his usual white shirt, reddish-brown vest and striped pants, he went over his usual routine. His old legs carried him over from the bedroom, to the kitchen and straight to his office without hesitation – yet this morning he halted and leaned back at the sight he was seeing.
He observed silently before sucking in a breath. “I doubt you got a good night’s sleep, yet judging from your work on the butlers,” His head nodded as he eyed the two automated puppets standing as still and tall as candles with toothy, almost cartoon-y smiles. Their teeth, though exaggerated to radiate an ridicouless amount of politeness, shown so brightly it was an almost uplifting sight. The black suits that adorned their mechanical forms were mended and ironed and the paint redone before they were even put in their new clothes. Their eyes and brows, tailored after the customer’s request, almost looked real – warm and inviting even though all their purpose was to serve and obey to noble families at home.
Nobody would truly care whether or not their puppet butlers were physically pleasing to look at – that’s what Geppetto believed as he introduced them to the Workshop Union so many years ago though his marketer colleagues quickly proved how delighted so many families would become. From the wife to the children, to the busy family head that would return home and would greet the puppet first. He himself had grown fond of them and was glad that he let his creative side show when creating puppets personifying entertainment.
“…You were as busy as a bee, dear.” You couldn’t help but turn your head and smile at him, your eyes shining as bright as a star to him. “Thank you, Uncle.” You say, “But this doesn’t prove itself difficult anymore. I believe I’ve learned a lot.” Your eyes would flicker between the puppets and him. Geppetto nodded in return. “Seems like you have. You always had a talent for the art.” “It always impressed me, Uncle. I honestly never thought you’d ever take me in as your apprentice when I was younger.”
His smile broke for a moment before he replaced with pressed lips. He took a breath before looking at you again. “…I always hoped this craft would be staying in the family. Or at least, be carried by it with interest. Your father was never too keen on it as I was and am.”
You nodded along, knowing of his intentions. It was no secret to you either that your old man never showed interest, even in your younger days. Geppetto continued, sounding higher, “But you do, dear. And that is gift enough.” Leaning back, the man took a sip of his warm coffee. “Still, I wasn’t sure to take you in. You’re young and inexperienced compared to most people of Krat.”
“I can learn.” You intervened yet with another smile. “I have so far, haven’t I?” You turn back to gesture to the two butler puppets, their appearance almost as good as new – impeccable if Geppetto didn’t know that they were once broken. Malfunctioning one and two times too much until they tumbled down the stairs with all the trays of wine and juice tainting them and their system.
The older man nodded as he swallowed his drink. “I will not lie. Still, they’ll have to be looked at by me first before anyone else in the public can even see them.”
Your breath hitched slightly in your throat as Geppetto put away his coffee and started a puppet up. Taking a step back, your hands fiddled in a closed position. “I…” You began but felt your mouth too dry for any words and as the springs reacted and ticked, any chance at expressing yourself was out the window.
With a swung, the butler stood straight, its head crooked to the side. The arm bent to a sharp 90°degree, the fingers twitched as if longing to hold a wine glass. As flawless as its toothy smile was, it could barely open its jaw. “Good morning to you, Sir. How ma-may I s-se-serve – serve-“
It tried to repeat its sentence again but could only manage buzzing noise. You winced at the high pitch.
“…The coats and paint are no problem,” You gingerly stepped closer, “…but I…I am afraid I still need some time, and, and lessons on how to repair and set the voice box…and maybe repair the automation…” Your voice grew quieter. Geppetto stood up without a word.
“…You are getting there.” He dusted his vest off, “But do not dive with your head first in. It’s early, go fetch us some fresh bread.” Clumsily you agreed and quickly shut off the puppet. Carefully setting it aside, you could glance from the corner of your eye Uncle leaving the room with his cold coffee in hand.
The door was closed shut with one hand as the other arm tunneled into the sleeve of your old jacket. Skipping over the puddles from last night, you patted yourself down on the way to the bakery. While the road was a skip away, you still hurried over and found yourself glad to be early enough for no other customers to be in there.
The small bell rang as you opened and closed the glass door again and were quickly greeted by the cabinet displaying various loafs. It always surprised you how much variety a bakery as this one offers and had to keep yourself from buying the delicious-looking buns always as well. You had to spend your pocket money wisely here in Krat.
Your eyes scanned the assortment and unwittingly caught your reflection in the glass cabinet. Hair untidy and bags unfortunately showing under your eyes – it left you a bit annoyed yet ashamed that someone like you already managed to look like a mess in the morning – and even more unfortunate was it that the good baker had already spotted you.
“Morning to you, young lady!”
Turning to the voice, your thinly pressed lips turned upwards. “How may I serve you today?” The mechanical replica of a baker’s hat first feigned to fall – before it was quickly set up on round tin. The puppet had a set of extra rosy and round cheeks that suited his crinkled eyes and bright smile. It fit the picture-book image of a kind baker and you noted that this model seemed to have a wavy mustache alongside a yellow-striped apron.
You couldn’t hold back your giggle as you pointed at your order. With another gleeful and automated response, the tray under the loaves moved akin to an assembly line and the baker puppet took each bread and packed them full of vim and vigor.
The ribbon tied to the paper bag was impeccable as expected. And charming as well, to you at least.
Yet as your eyes fell to the register as you handed the money, another round of irregular footsteps entered the small room. Hurrying from around the corner came yet another figure, made out of flesh and bone as her green eyes darted over to you. She strode forward to the puppet and your shoulders fell. “Four sixty-five, was it not?” Adjusting her glasses, her gaze went up from the goods in your arms to the puppet and back to the register. She tucked a strand hair behind her ear. “So sorry for the interruption, this fella once miscalculated the price of the Ciabatta and, well…” Trailing off, she opened the register herself, took the money out the puppet’s palm forcefully before handing you back the change. “This all, right? The usual?”
Her low tone snapped you back from your trance. “Oh!” You let out and stuck the money back into your pocket, “Oh, yes. Yes, it is, I think. For breakfast.”
“You buy that often, don’t you? For the past month now or so?” Her low voice grew as she shifted her weight to the side, her blue apron swinging as she rested her hand to her hips. She watched you carefully as she waited for an answer.
The baker girl could see your eyes darting to the bread. “Oh, I suppose so. A month now, has it been that long?” You stuttered out and finished with a strained laugh. “Felt short to me.”
“You’re not from here.” Finally, she cracked a sneaky smile, “I can tell.” “Oh,” Again, you laugh as you eye the paper bag. “I am not…you got me.”
Quickly you gazed back to the still and smiling puppet. “The good baker here just served me most of the time…I never noticed any miscalculations or getting less change.” Lips quirking upwards briefly, you looked back to the girl. “I would have said something as well if I got too much change, of course.”
“No worries, I’m sure you’d do. Good ol’ Panetti just started getting math wrong…I have to confess there was a wee accident with flour and water a few days ago.” She gave him a few good pats on his shoulder, the metal resounding, “We’d have to send him to the Workshop Union soon or else I’ll come strolling down every time he deals with a customer.”
“Such things are easy to readjust.” You spoke up, “It’s just to rearrange the number system and have him test out a few math problems. As if he was a school boy.”
As she cocked a brow, you inhaled sharply and licked your lips.
With a quick nod, you stepped towards the exit. “Why, anyway, I must head back. Uncle is waiting for his favorite loaves and I’d best deliver while they are warm.” A fast excuse and you were half-way through the door, holding it open with one foot. Thankfully it was the puppet that approached and held the door open for you. The tiny bell resounded again.
A chuckle was heard shortly after and you turned back to see the girl waving at you. “We are looking forward to your patronage again, good puppet maker!”
Your heart jumped at the title. Yet you could not decipher if it was out of anxiety or excitement.
Yet before your lips could quirk up, a small force bumped into your side.
Looking down, you were met with furrowed, dark eyes glancing up to you before snapping to the voice behind. “Roberto!” A woman called out. “Roberto, I told you to take your sister with you!”
As the young boy’s eyes and yours followed to where she was pointing, both of you saw an even smaller, younger little girl struggling to keep up. The weight of the doll that was half her size kept her back but with the way she fiddled and played with its dark curls, you could deduce that she insisted on taking it with her.
“Roberto!”
“I know, Ma!”
The boy suddenly and vehemently shouted out, you couldn’t help but startle. Those dark eyes that seemed simply brooding when on you, were now actively in a glare at his mother and sister.
“I told you though, I don’t wanna! Girls are stupid!”
Instead of quirking up in a nervous smile, your mouth was pressed into a thin line and your glare mimicked the boy’s. He noticed and let out a much softer ‘Sorry, miss.’ before begrudgingly waving his younger sister to follow. Without another glance, you marched back to the workshop.
The latest event left a sour taste in your mouth.
You tried to hide it when entering the kitchen, Geppetto raising a brow as he prepared you two cups of coffee.
when you wanna post the yandere but have to establish setting and characters first
#lies of p#yandere lies of p#lies of p x reader#lies of p pinocchio#bro why do i have so many scenes for character establishment in my head#BUT NOT FOR THE ACTUAL YANDERE I CREATED THIS FOR#part of me just wants to go wooosh with the plot#but it also has to be nice :( when not nice why write?#pinocchio x reader#yandere pinocchio x reader#fem!reader#pinocchio#can u tell i threw the three italian words i know into this haha#ticking springs
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The End of the Ultimate Hope: Part 1.
//This chapter was cut in half due to scheduling and time issues. Apologies.
Where the hell AM I!?
*Makoto, having survived his encounter with Celeste, rushes through the hallways of the factory, trying desperately to find his way back up to security room. Feeling he doesn't have enough time to properly check his map, he guides himself, to little avail.
It's not over...It's NEVER OVER...!
*Despite his hopeless situation, he tries to persevere.
...Yeah, we came here before...This looks right...I think...
*BANG!*
GAH!
*He tucks and rolls just in time to avoid being shot in the back by someone. He spins around to see who fired the gun and sees Celeste, standing tall, but panting angrily.
You weren't seriously thinking of moving on without saying goodbye, were you?
What's the matter? Am I a little too difficult for you?
You want to find the security system? Follow me...We'll take this elsewhere...
...?
*Despite the very obvious trap, Makoto grits his teeth and chases Celeste as she dives into a dark room behind a metal door. Makoto finds himself inside some warehouse with several empty metal shelves, having lost sight of his enemy.
...Ok, what is this...? Where are you!?
Celeste (unseen): Hehehe...Take a guess...?
...!?
*Makoto whirls around, having heard her voice behind her.
(Don't tell me...her dress has some kind of shadow cloaking?)
Look, whatever you're plotting here, it won't work...I'm the Ultimate Hope...There is nothing you can do to me that I can't handle...
???: So egotistical...
!!!??
*Makoto hears a familiar voice in front of him and turns back in horror.
Seriously Boss...! What the hell happened to you...?
Kuripa! What the hell are you doing here!?
Helping you, of course! Even after you dropped me down that shaft...
Well, LEAVE! This is MY fight! Stay out of-
...!
!!???
*SLASH!*
GAGH!
*Makoto, at the last second, senses something is wrong, but is still unable to completely escape when Kuripa grabs his sword and slashes at him! His hoodie is torn through and a gash is cut into his shoulder.
Aw hell...
*WOOOSH!*
Almost had you there...
Shirogane...!
Where!? WHERE!?
I genuinely can't believe you fell for that...You'd think you'd learn by now...
*Celeste indeed does just appear out of nowhere, confirming Makoto's hypothesis about her cloaking powers. Tsumugi gingerly hands the bleeding sword back to her, and she simply slides it in her dress again.
I must say, Mr Naegi...You're not looking too bright right now...
On the contrary...! I'm glad you're here...Now I can personally destroy you...!
Oooh that doesn't sound very heroic...And to think, I was just going to invite you to the costume party...!
HYAAGH!
*PANG!*
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Honest opinion about the movie Suzume no Tojimari
Instead of writing my thesis, I’m gonna recap Suzume no Tojimari the movie instead.
In general, it’s romantic heroic. Or if we have to put a genre, it would be tragedy, slice of life, comedy, and romance. I think the main conflict pattern is similar to Kimi no Na Wa; there’s this big disaster, wooosh, noooo we’re separated, sike I’ll get you back for sure. Yet I still cried. I don’t know, despite having such obvious pattern, the story-telling makes you want to deny the inevitable, and gets you to wonder how it will be resolved. Also, with excellent visuals, music, and voice-over, ah, just cry me a river.
I might seem to exaggerate there. So let’s talk issues. The conflict’s issues, to be precise. First, is childhood memory. I wouldn’t say trauma, despite it being considered traumatic. Because the MC herself couldn’t recall it and it’s not something she constantly dwells on. The memory itself is more like.. A missing puzzle. It was a part of yourself, which was removed or temporarily removed due to a shock. As she was reminded of the missing part, she knew it was her, but at the same time, having a point of view from a different person. This was done so cleverly and in a way that is uncanny. I don’t know about anyone else, but parting with the ‘child’ of myself was painful and a one-way-ticket. A child’s lifetime is all about dreams and adventures, mostly dominated by fantasy, if not irrational mindset. One can part with this lifetime earlier or later, consciously or unconsciously. Suzume captures this ‘child’s lifetime’ right where it hits me most; we were lost, but time stops for no one, so we kept going. One thing that time may allow us to reach back to our past, is to touch our ‘child’s lifetime’, as it may not a goal we need to find, but a courage. Everyone was a child, and there’s a child somewhere, in everyone’s heart.
[ 時は まくらぎ The time is orderly
風は にきはだ The breeze is honest
星は うぶすな The stars are young and ignorant
人は かげろう Driving people to move forward ]
Next issue is the romance. Love is something I can hardly grasp, and something so.. Impulsive and humble forming such feeling to the point of sacrificing oneself is.. Bizarre. Agh, fxcking heroism, what is this, Romeo and Juliette? I can’t believe I cried on this **sobs**. The movie depicts romance that seems so.. Humble and simple, but hear me out. The relationship started off by accident, from an individual sense of righteousness, which then expanded into mutual benefits. They grew closer within a shared few wild days, and slowly developed a bond that manifested ‘desire with regret’. Ah, it’s not loneliness that can eat your heart out. It’s regret. I’m not only talking about Suzume and Shouta, but also Suzume and Daijin [the cat]. Suzume’s bond with Shouta was created from a positive desire which leads to Suzume’s fear of regret, hence her will of self-sacrifice. On the contrary, Suzume’s bond with Daijin was created from a negative desire, in which regret was the feedback, hence Daijin’s will to self-sacrifice as its redemption. So.. moral of the story is either don’t leave something you may regret, or don’t do something you might regret. No in-between.
[ あなたを知りたかった あなたを知りたかった
I wanted to know you, I wanted to know you
私がいなくても平気よやっていけるわみたいなあなたが
Because you act like you’re totally fine without me
あなたが悔しかった あなたが悔しかった I
envied you, I envied you
私の努力などどこ吹く風で愛されるそんなあなたが
For being loved regardless of all my efforts
伸ばしても届かない手で あなたに綴る歌
I’m writing you a song with the hand I hold out that still doesn’t reach
それでもあなたは間違いなく 私が生きてゆく
And yet, you were definitely The light for me to live ]
Some say there are a lot of ‘plot holes’ in the story, but I think it’s all just minor details. The story itself is mostly symbolic, and hurdling too much on details can ruin the main conflict. Just like art, in such a compact space, instead of spreading the details everywhere, one should focus on a single point to exhibit the emotions in the spotlight. I think how the movie Suzume no Tojimari conveys emotions is very spot-on.
Alright, Shouta is hot, that’s one factor all these shenanigans happened. Though if I replay the OSTs, there are heart-breaking remnants of memories of Daijin too which is hard to digest. Such roller-coaster of emotions **sobs**. The fact that it’s child-like, devious but righteous, struggling to convey its feelings, fricking locked as a stone for who knows how many thousands of years. I think the song Suzume ft Toaka is actually its song, if not Suzume and Daijin’s.
この身ひとつじゃ足りない叫び Shouting by myself will never be enough
君の手に触れた時にだけ震えた When the heart only starts beating
心があったよ If your hand touches it
意味をいくつ越えれば僕らは辿り So how many meanings do we have to go over
つけるのかな Before finally arriving at the destination?
愚かさでいい 醜さでいい Even if it's stupid, even if it’s ugly
正しさのその先で In the right direction
君と手を取りたい I want to move forward hand in hand with you
思い出せない 大切な記憶 Unable to recall those special memories
言葉にならない ここにある想い Having trouble putting these sentiments into words
もしかしたら もしかしたら Perhaps, perhaps
それだけでこの心はできてる Only by this can the heart be bred
Some people are disappointed when comparing Suzume no Tojimari with Makoto Shinkai’s previous movies, saying it’s lacking in romance. Yes, the romace is rather simple, and I personally welcome a simpler love when packed along with a filling conflict. I find Suzume no Tojimari’s focal point is not just romantic relationship, and maybe that’s why the side key character, Daijin stands out so much.
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hello! just wanted to offer an opinion concerning the c!crimeboys fic discussion. (definitely don’t feel pressured to respond to this at all—i’m sure you’re flooded with asks at the moment!) i just wanted to offer my perspective and get a little feedback, if you’re up to continue bouncing thoughts around on the subject. i honestly could really use someone else’s perspective on this, as it’s something difficult to conceptualize for me as a result of my experiences. i’m asexual and have never been in a relationship before, personally, so i’m not very well-versed on romantic gestures or that sort of thing. as a result, it’s quite easy for the lines between what’s platonic or what’s flirty to blur for me. (this is definitely evident when i refer to my real-life experiences—there have been multiple instances where guys have flirted / shown interest in me and it just goes wooosh! over my little pea brain. it’s hilarious, honestly, but simultaneously makes me feel horrible for the dudes i accidentally swerved in the most unbothered way possible.)
i digress! regarding the particular fic that’s been going around that the anon was referring to earlier, i have to say i do feel a bit uncomfortable with the way the characters’ relationship is portrayed. however, the way i personally interpreted this discomfort was that it was intentional on the author’s part. i think a lot of the fic is written to highlight [the older character’s] unhealthy possessiveness, and that it will specifically be a plot-point further into the story—not that the author approves of or romanticizes his behavior. i’m inclined to believe this since a majority of the characters in the story do point out said possessiveness, and also express discomfort towards it. (i do want to say that it’s totally valid to not share this perspective, though! and it’s very much okay to be uncomfortable with the extent of it, and to not like / enjoy the fic as a result. this was just my opinion from a narrative point of view—as you said in a previous post, i think it’s important to wait and see which direction it’s taken. while i don’t know the author on a personal level, i’m under the impression that they’re aware of how it’s being negatively portrayed. they seem very open and understanding regarding discussion of their story, though, so i encourage the anon to reach out to them if they’d like clarification! /gen)
the only point i do sort of disagree with the crimeboys fic anon on is the discomfort towards the characters’ display of physical affection with one another. i definitely respect their point of view, and can understand why they’d feel strange about it—especially if they don’t have siblings themself. however, as someone with a sibling who’s love language is physical affection, it definitely is unfortunate to see others write it off as inappropriate. for reference, i’m 17, and my sister is 11 years older than me—about the same age difference between crimeboys, give or take a few years—and the notion that us cuddling or calling each other cute / adorable is romantic makes me deeply uncomfortable. (btw: not referring to you at all here, spoon! i genuinely agree with a lot of your points on the subject, and think you’re exceptionally well-spoken!)
i sincerely apologize that this ask is so long—i really put my all into attempting to form coherent thoughts that clearly conveyed what i was trying to say. i tend to be bad with conveying tone over text, as well—so just wanted to clarify that everything should be read as /nm! hope you’re having a great day / night, and thank you for reading if you did!
^^^ this expresses my thoughts on it very well, I feel like the author is quite self aware and that makes me not uncomfortable to read it (although it's totally fine if some people are). they've had whole conversations abt how wilbur is more possessive than need be and tommy is very willing to be possessed (for lack of better phrasing), it's shown by more 'rational' characters that this dynamic is unhealthy to a degree, and that this is repetitive behavior for both of them
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WIP Questions Tag Game
Tagged by @maple-writes!! Thanks fam!!
Answers are for How to Save the World in 12 Easy Steps.
Rules: Answer the questions, then tag some people.
1: Describe the plot in one sentence
(for season 1 because the writer decided to put off actually saving the world for a later season) Comic-book super-villain-in-the-making forces alien hybrid on a road trip and the Chosen One does everything in his power to Not Save the World, though John Smith has other ideas.
2: Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel, and taste to describe the aesthetic for your WIP.
Sight: A bang-up skytrain ricketing out of an iridescent violet inter-dimensional portal suspended impossibly high up in a sparkling turquoise sky.
Smell: An unidentifiable tea blend. You suspect it’s all of the teas you’ve ever had mixed together. You’re not sure it would taste good, or like much of anything at all.
Sound: The wooosh of air as it rushes past you mid free-fall.
Feel: When a Michael Bay-esque explosion goes off behind you, too far to really hurt you, but not far enough that you won’t feel it. You want nothing more than to turn around and confirm that it is indeed far away enough, but you won’t because you’re far too classy to look back.
Taste: Cloying sweet, sticky meringue with raspberries.
3: Which 3+ songs would make a playlist for your novel?
Have my main character’s theme songs!
Tetra: Riptide - Vance Joy
Jaidyn: In Circles - Darren Korb ft. Ashley Barrett (Transistor OST)
John Smith: Goodbye to a World - Porter Robinson
Marley: You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
These are all in my personal wip playlist.
4: What’s the time period and location in which your novel takes place?
Muttonchop is a fantasy/sci-fi kitchen sink and a melting pot of all of the tropes. It’s quite literally split over several dimensions, and while there are some neighborhoods set in historical fiction, for the most part, How to Save the World runs on futuristic tech. The timeline split around 1950 and right now they’re living in something like 2030.
5: Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?
Nope. I have stuck by this joke concept and joke title since the start and it is my wip baby.
6: What’s the first line of your novel?
Really?
CRASH!
And here’s the next line of episode one, which is honestly not that much better:
A frickin' T-Rex BARRELS through the side of the hallway.
7: What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?
Tetra in episode 2 in a rare moment of sentiment:
I have friends here. I belong. You've made your decision, fine, I've made mine. I'm staying. So I won't be getting rid of you that easily but just know that if you bring your fleet, we'll be prepared to fight like no other city you've ever seen. And maybe then you'll have to listen to me for once. [She winds up.] You know how to find me. [She PUNCHES]
8: Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?
It’s simple but the last line of episode 1?
[Marley:] If you can say that with a smile, you already belong here.
9: Who are your character(s) face claims?
I don’t have any face claims but I do have a single, sad, lonely voice claim: Jaidyn talks like Dane DeHaan.
10: Sort your characters into Hogwarts houses.
Tetra - Gryffindor
Marley - 110% Slytherin, no questions asked
John Smith - the Hufflyest Huffle to ever Puff
Jaidyn - what’s like a reverse gryffindor? must be a Slytherin
11: Which character’s name do you like the most?
John Smith nah i’m fleshing out a character who comes in a little bit later atm and her name is Patina de la Torre.
12: Describe each character’s daily outfit.
Tetra – periwinkle oversized fleecey jacket, lavender scarf, jean shorts, candy-colored high tops, sandy blonde bob wig
Marley - white top, black button up vest, red ribbon neck bow, umber and crimson plaid skirt, black stockings, black Mary Janes, red hair ribbon
Jaidyn - white hoodie, blue winter vest, khaki trousers, black boots
John Smith - grey polo with 2 white stripes, ripped jeans, scuffed white sneakers, backwards-facing black mesh cap
13: Do any characters have any distinctive birthmarks/scars?
Tetra has a living tattoo on her neck that always points home. Marley’s been marked by a demon. Somewhere down the line, someone sustains a scar from a life-threatening injury.
14: Which character most fits a character trope?
Everyone is a trope!! Tetra is the Naive Newcomer/Foreign Exchange Student. Marley is the Card Carrying Villain. Jaidyn is the Cosmic Plaything. John Smith is the Unfazed Everyman + something else that’s an episode 6 spoiler.
15: Which character is the best writer? Worst?
He’d be careful to never let you know but John Smith is by far the best writer. The worst writer is Jaidyn. He just can’t be bothered.
16: Which character is the best liar? Worst?
Marley is an expert liar. Tetra is a precious child and would never lie to you.
17: Which character swears the most? Least?
Marley swears the most. John Smith censors himself and never messes up, no matter how weird the substitute swear word is.
18: Which character has the best writing? Worst?
Tetra has very artsy, loopy, handwriting that’s easy on the eyes but John Smith could very easily learn to write even better than her if he ever decided that was a skill he needed. Marley’s handwriting borders on unreadable.
19: Which character is the most like you? Least like you?
I’m probably most like Tetra. We’re both just smol polite jelly beans who want everyone to be happy. But I relate to Marley on a spiritual level so there’s that. I’m least like Jaidyn. I could never bring myself to care so absolutely little about anything and everything.
20: Which character would you most like to be?
Marley. Because ruling the world is kind of the dream, isn’t it? But being John Smith wouldn’t be half bad either. It might not seem like it at first but he’s a certified badass.
I’m tagging: @eyelessfatdragon, @izzuniiwrites and @leskinggoddesskittycat
(and anyone else who wants to do it!!)
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