OC “this or that” questions: Food edition
- Apple or orange juice?
- Pancakes or waffles?
- Pepsi or Coke?
- Tacos or fajitas?
- White or brown toast?
- Ice cream or popsicles?
- Chocolate or vanilla?
- Chips or pretzels?
- Hamburgers or cheeseburgers?
- Cake or pie?
Maeve:
Iro:
Which OC loves bell-bottoms and wears them unironically?
Maeve. But then she doesn’t really care about what people think of her. If she wants to wear bell-bottoms, she’ll wear bell-bottoms.
Does your OC believe in any fictional creatures?
Maeve, Aster, Iro, Amaya and Arwen do!
I mean, they better! Considering 4 of them are faeries and 1 is a cecailia, they’d basically be saying they don’t exist.
Does your OC prefer lip gloss or lipstick? Any styles or brands?
Iro: Prefers lip gloss. Likes flavored or pink gloss. Doesn’t really care about brands.
Nenet: Lipstick. Brands mean nothing, as long as her lipstick is red.
Amy: Lipstick. Likes dark colors and her preferred brand is
MAC.
Arwen: Doesn’t have a preference. Likes neutral colors like light pink.
Maeve: Lipstick. Matte is her favorite style.
Which OC doesn’t drink alcohol?
Maeve doesn’t! Which makes the name of her shop even funnier.
Amaya: Primarina, Ninetails, Vaporeon, Ponytah, Espeon and Jolteon.
Anshee: Delphox, Gengar, Mismagius, Pumpkaboo, Mienshao and Skuntank.
Astra:
Swampert, Lunatone, Solrock, Luxray, Minior and Lucario.
Mallory: Incineroar, Liepard, Mawile, Toxicroak, (Female) Meowstic and Froslass.
Amy: Samurott, Aurorus, Breloom, Gallade, Sylveon and Lopunny.
Iro: Venusaur, Dustox, Smeargle, East Sea Gastrodon, Pachirisu and Glaceon.
Sora: Charizard, Kingdra, Flygon, Garchomp, Gyarados and Haxorus.
Amadeo: Meganium, Florges, Roserade, Talonflame, Eevee and Manectric.
Fuoco: Infernape, Houndoom, Krookodile, Umbreon, (Male) Pyroar and Sharpedo.
Nenet: Serperior, Cofagrigus, Persian, Purugly, Rotom and Vespiquen.
Maeve:
Feraligatr, Lilligant, Chatot, Carbink, Dragalge and Nidoking
If someone were to look into the shop at the end of the lane, smaller on the outside, bigger on the inside, with the sign that read “Junk and Disorderly”, they would be struck by the realization that it was an odd place to be.
6 inch tall men could be seen running around if one merely looked hard enough, there was a demon in the storage room that usually caused chaos and swore most creatively, a vampire usually lurked in the darker parts of the store and offered to help customers with reading, a single tiny dragon usually buried itself in one of the jewelry boxes and a faerie was always behind the counter.
Yes, Junk and Disorderly was a strange place. But it was a good kind of strange. At least until
Díograsach
unwittingly awoke some eldritch abomination and forced them to combat it.
Who’s your OC’s greatest ally?
Díograsach is both Maeve’s greatest ally and her greatest enemy, if that makes sense?
Like, she doesn’t really have any true enemies that are still alive and
Díograsach causes most of the problems that befall her shop, whether intentionally or inadvertently, but he’s always there to help fix it, even if he does moan about it.
When you’re shopping for groceries, the last thing you expect to see is a piece of paper appear in a floating ball of hell fire. Unless your name is Maeve, apparently.
With an aggravated sigh of long suffering, the faerie plucked the paper from the air, dusted off the ash and looked at what her roommate had written.
‘Dear Maeve,
The silverware is alive! It tried to attack me! I have barricaded myself in the storage cupboard! Also, the figurines have come alive and are rebelling because they want equality or something. Send help!
Your demon roommate,
Diograsach’
“What has that idiot gone and done this time?” Maeve muttered to herself rhetorically, looking at the store in front of her. She sighed and turned on her heel, knowing that she would never hear the end of it if she didn’t get back there soon.
Díograsach
squinted suspiciously at the old doll house that was big enough to take up the entirety of a single table. They’d had it for years, though Maeve had never sold it. Not because no one wanted it but because she always said it wasn’t for sale. She never gave a reason why and he never asked.
However, the voices coming from said doll house probably meant he should have asked why she never sold the ugly looking thing.
“I think there’s someone in the doll house,” he told her when she walked out from the storage cupboard. He was mildly worried when he saw her face light up, that was never good.
“There’s only a few people I know who like that thing,” she said as she walked over to the doll house and opened it up.
Inside, spread throughout the house much like dolls would’ve been had there been any there, were several 6 inch men. They all had ginger hair and beards, and were dressed in tartan kilts.
Upon looking up at the faerie, a gruff chorus of welcomes rang out.
“Bin a while, hasnae it, bonnie Maeve?” A man with several braids in his beard said, walking up to her.
“Indeed it has, Hamish,” the green haired girl agreed, smiling down at him.
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