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₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

briar's hands come up to his chest in defense, a slight scoff slipping past his lips, " the fuck? you don't see me for eighty years and this is how you treat me?" twelve hours, give or take, from the flight to the castle and then to here. then again, briar did see arin this morning for breakfast, but they wouldn't count that — it was a "hi"-"bye", of course he wouldn't count that. not when he spends practically all their time around the other anyway. a pause, leaning back to raise his brow, " you're bored as shit, too, huh?" so observant.

LOCATION  :   outside  the  amphitheatre ( group three OR other wanderers maybe perhaps - )   (  @langstonstarters  )

initially  arin  had  found  …  whatever  it  is  that  man  in  there  is  talking  about,  halfway  interesting.  if  for  no  other  reason  than  the  pure  entertainment  value  of  the  theatrics  and  the  british  looking  absolutely  miserable  about  it.  even  so,  there's  only  so  long  he  can  sit  still  for.  the  people  seated  nearby  were  starting  to  look  annoyed  by  his  incessant  leg  bouncing,  and  as  much  as  he  usually  loves  a  good  courtyard  fight,  he  doesn't  really  want  to  be  dodging  punches  on  day  one.  so  excusing  himself,  allegedly  to  find  a  bathroom,  it  is.  he's  pacing  back  and  forth  near  the  door,  earbuds  in,  and  running  a  tech  deck  along  the  wall  and  making  godawful  racket  about  it.  with  no  idea  he's  no  longer  alone  under  he  happens  to  catch  sight  of  them  mid-turn.  makes  him  jump  —  as  if  encountering  other  people  is  abnormal  in  public  ??  —  miniature  skateboard  clattering  to  the  ground  in  the  process.  “jesus  fuckin'-  would  it  kill  you  to  make  a  little  noise  next  time?”  maybe  they  did,  arin.  you  can't  hear  anything  but  fall  out  boy  on  full  volume.

Yellowjackets (2021-). Them's The Brakes.

ALEXA BARAJAS as MARI IBARRA Yellowjackets 3.04: 12 Angry Girls and 1 Drunk Travis

📲 TO: bestiana 👩‍❤️‍👨

alondra: what group are you in

alondra: nobody in mine is talking to me and i feel as if im wilting

alondra: we must make haste

GLEN POWELL and DAISY EDGAR-JONES | HOT ONES VERSUS

bonus:

BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

📲 TO: heath ❤️‍🔥

briar: KING ‼️‼️‼️

briar: absolutely no reason to be alarmed but i DO think i broke our door

briar: shit’s chill though dw

little  miss  “  i'm  buzzed  and  happy  off  of  two  wine  coolers  and  one  shot  of  shitty  vodka  ”  has  been  sauntering  her  way  around  the  store  for  the  past  two  minutes  dramatically  performing  lay  all  your  love  on  me  when  she  hears  naomi's  woes.  they  activate  something  in  her  (  if  only  because  genesis  is  always  looking  for  an  excuse  to  talk  to  naomi  anyway  )  and  she's  immediately  spinning  around,  doubling  back  while  an  easy  smile  finds  its  way  onto  her  face. 

“  socially  anxious  why  ?  we're  with  friends,  silly  !  ”  even  genesis  knows  that's  not  true,  but  she  hopes  it  quells  the  other's  obvious  unease.  she  holds  her  wine  cooler  out,  rim  tilted  towards  naomi,  “  you  want  some  ?  it'll  make  you  feel  better.  “  she  turns  the  bottle  for  a  moment  to  check  the  flavor,  ”  pink  pina  colada  sunrise.  whatever  that  means.  it's  so  good  !  ”

the music's a little too loud and the lights are doing that weird flicker thing that makes her feel like she’s stuck in a music video she didn’t sign up for. naomi’s in the corner, back against the wall, fingers curled around a sweating can of raspberry seltzer. it’s warm now but it gives her something to do with her hands.

“guess i’m the designated wallflower tonight,” she says with a crooked half-smile, glancing sideways at whoever wandered close enough to hear her. “don’t worry—i’m not judging anyone’s dance moves. just...observing. like a very socially anxious wildlife biologist.” she takes a sip, eyes scanning the room again, heart doing that uneven beat it always does when she’s pretending she’s not hoping someone will come talk to her.