
Author: techiehux
Reblog if you are one of the less noticed Sexualities!
lady-isolation-queen-elsacrawley:
Demisexual, Bisexual, Asexual, Grey-Asexual, Pansexual, Fluid.
“Of course sweetheart, you can ask me anything” she smiled, hiding her anxiety and nervousness
“Have you s-seen Matt around? Or MP? I feel like… I’m being avoided.” His face fell and he dropped his gaze to the ground. “Ever since we g-got together, they haven’t come by to see me… What if I d-did something wrong and now they hate me?”
Techie’s eyes welled up with tears. What if they never wanted to see him again?
the mun’s interpretation
♚ Do you agree with fandom interpretation of your character?
♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?
✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?
♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?
☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?
♢ What’s your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?
✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?
✎ What do you wish the author would reveal/had revealed about your muse?
✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?
❀ Share a headcanon you have not shared.
A daughters distrust
“That’s good! Oh, I’m so p-proud of you, Addie!” He hesitated but finally pulled her into a tight hug. His heart ached like never before. “I missed you s-so much, baby girl…”
Pudge <3
He smiled softly at Pudge and crooned, “Is th-that your mum?” Then, to Phasma: “The cat’s over h-here, Captain.”
A daughters distrust
There was so much he wanted to say after a year of not having seen Adeline, but everything felt clogged up in his throat. Finally he settled for a lame “How have you b-been?” It was flat to even his own ears.
Pudge <3
Techie gasped and went to rub the kitten’s soft fur. “Wh-where you’d come from, little guy?”
(As Pudge) Pudge walked in to Techie’s room and mewed.
Techie looked around, disconcerted, and sat up in his bed. Had he imagined that sound? He rubbed at his eyes and looked for the source of the mewl.