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Of late, the career of one Caesar Flickerman had become somewhat of a form of torture. Between interviewing everybody and his brother - many against his will - twice and more for the sake of entertaining the masses now that the Games had gone down the pan, and trying to avoid communication with almost all of said interviewees and refrain from brutally murdering his mother and her oversharing cougar of a best friend, his life had become rather a nightmare.

He had at least hoped that said chaos could have been left at the door on his wedding day.

All he had wanted was one day of normality. Apparently, this was far too much to ask for. 

It was midnight, and for almost every guest at his reception (bar those below the legal drinking age,) - invited or otherwise - himself included, drunkenness had long since replaced sanity. The number of faces he barely recognized was truly flabbergasting; yet so many more he did know, and not for reasons that he wanted to. 

Kelly, the anthropomorphic opossum who had been forced upon him more times than was at all necessary by that bloody Diana  -currently among the few in the room not piss-drunk and attempting to chat up houseplants as Haymitch was at present moment in time, the creator of this god-awful creature was standing sipping cinnamon schnapps from a glass, looking on as Edie - the youngest of the creators behind his tormentors - made frantic and excited conversation with another anthro. This time a female barn owl, it seemed - was swinging from the ceiling fan throwing canapes at Caesar's guests, screaming a song which went something like 'PE-PE-PENIS, I POKE THE BURNY HOLE!' with no regard for any kind of actual tune whatsoever. Thankfully, the hitman hadn't brought his...female with him, but his presence alone was enough to make Caesar feel like going to the bathroom and drowning himself in a urinal. The wretched thing fortunately hadn't showed up for his ceremony - according to Claudius, he had been eating toilet paper in the men's lavatory the whole time - but had showed himself at the reception just as the cake had been brought out. Naked as the day he was born, no less; standing on the tabletop and singing 'Happy Birthday, Funky Hairdo!' at the top of his lungs. If there was not social conventions barring you from storming out of your own wedding reception, he would have left there and then. 

Mok, the superrocker who he had been forced by Effie to invite out of politeness, had barely been seen for most of the time. Or rather, Caesar had ignored him. The fool had brought his revolting mother and her sex pet, Mylar, along as his plus-one, and Caesar hated him for it. However, it wasn't all a curse. It seemed that since their cat fight not more than a week ago, the Swag Hag as she was not-so-affectionately nicknamed by her creator (again, Diana. The woman's sole purpose seemed to be to torment him) and his mother, Claudia, had buggered off a while ago with their respective boy-toys, seemingly to have a foursome in the handicapped-accessible bathroom. Disgusted though he was by this behavior, it kept the filthy old bats out of the way at least. Mylar had staggered out to fetch cocktails not too long ago with the Swag Hag's g-string on his head and Claudia's lipstick all over his face, and he had looked as if his birthday and Christmas had come all at once. Probably the best day of the bastard's life. 

Marilyn Manson II, yet another of the cat-human hybrid rockstars whom he had been made to interview - by Edie this time, oddly enough - had drunk herself into unconsciousness several hours ago. A waitress had provided her with an empty ice bucket to utilize as a vomit receptacle, which the superstar had oh-so-tactfully missed completely, having spewed all down her front and on the floor. Caesar couldn't express how glad he was that she wasn't entirely present; he had encountered her seven or eight times now, and each time she had decided that he would enjoy witnessing an all-singing, all-dancing striptease or partaking in a non-consensual lap-dance, both of which where she was the star of the show. (Spoiler alert: he never did.) The woman was basically a Poundland version of Dita Von Tesse who knew how to sing, and for this reason he fucking despised her. 

Then there was the somewhat more pleasant of the 'OC's, as they were nicknamed by their wretched creators. When he said 'more pleasant' in some cases he didn't exactly mean it, but they were better than Kelly. A few, he had spoken to only once or twice, and several he knew well enough to perhaps consider them friends in various cases. 

The state of a Ms Rana Silva, the misanthropist and serial killer invented again by Edie, did absolutely nothing at all to surprise him. The woman was even more of a hardcore alcoholic than Haymitch, so to have her lying on the floor protesting her drunkenness with the burnette prostitute (Severine, he remembered her name was) she dragged around with her everywhere. The two were some of the handful of guests that understood that 'formal dress' was not equivalent to a crop top and sheer maxi skirt (his mother), a feathered bikini (the Swag Hag) or latex stage costumes (Marilyn). Rana was wearing a tailored white trouser suit, and Severine in some sort of black laced evening gown, her long hair pinned in a twist at the nape of her neck. 

Another guest who had understood the dress code was yet another of Kelly's god-forsaken universe; a feline cop this time, named Chalice. Wearing a long-sleeved black and gold mini-dress, she had originally intended to remove a still-naked Kelly from the fan; however, it wad then that Leo, her plus-one, had discovered the free bar. Thus she was now chaperoning him whilst attempting to make conversation with Rana - Kylie, her creator, was attempting to do a similar thing. Rana was slurring out nonsensical bollocks and protesting to Severine every few minutes as the girl tried to force her to get up "I swear to drunk I'm not God!", thus conversing was hard, but almost doable. 

There was another whom Caesar was rather fond of, and one of the minuscule number of people in the room who was completely sober. Private Tamara Lynch, the blonde Irish soldier whom Caesar had only really interviewed once, was sat by the bar, exchanging conversation with a semi-anthropomorphic snake whom he hadn't encountered yet. Her creator - Caesar  hadn't been told her name; she was known simply as Celty - and her twin (Wolfy, as she was known) hovering about by Edie, seemingly waiting for her to finish fangirling over the owl - why she was doing this, he didn't know. 

There were others he didn't know Adam strutting about too. A tall, slender and incredibly British-sounding transvestite dressed like Marilyn Monroe, clutching a blonde Adonis of a man on a gold leash. Two blonde teenagers - one wearing wizard's robes and the other dressed like some kind of medieval king - having a fistfight for some reason. The robed one appeared to be winning, as the other was seemingly crying, wailing "I'm telling Mother!" A squat, incredibly unpleasant-looking individual with a large, beak-like nose clutching the wing of an anthropomorphic penguin. The most contrasting couple he had ever seen in his life; the guy was approximately 4'7" and dressed all in blue, with the woman bordering on 7" and wearing space-age armor. There was several more, but amid the intoxicated bodies and obscene behavior, he couldn't pick them out. 

"You were right," Effie spoke from behind him, pinching the bridge of her nose between gloved thumb and forefinger. "We shouldn't have invited Mok."
"Or my mom," Caesar sighed. 
"Or Marilyn - where the hell did Kelly come from by the way?"
"I have no idea; last time I checked, Rana shot him in the stomach, so technically he shouldn't be here at all," he turned to his bride and smiled. Her hair - her real hair for once, only dyed silver and bubblegum pink - was down and slightly disheveled from the day's chaos. She had changed dress to a simplified version of her wedding gown - she had struggled to fit through doors with the original one on, thus this change was necessary - with evening gloves and flowers in her hair. "I struggle to figure out why I haven't said this to you already, but you look beautiful."
She blushed, smiling. "You too, sweetheart," she moved in slowly, as if for a kiss, but stopped short. "You have wine on your shirt."
"Do- oh for FUCK'S sake!" He cursed as he looked down to the enormous blotch of red down his front, and Effie pinched him. "Sorry. Eff, this is chaos. What happened?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should have kept it family-only."
"Even then I think my mother would have made a phenomenal fucking mess of the whole thing."
"Caesar! Language!" 
"Sorry!" He laughed as she scowled at him. "You are ridiculously cute when you're angry."
"And you suppose that's a compliment?"
"In a sense, yes." 
"Well, I'll take it. Do you think it's socially acceptable to just leave?"
"Looking at all this? Probably."
"Shall we?" she offered him her arm, and he took it, in all rather relieved.
"You know, sometimes I freaking hate my job."
Flickerman's Wedding
This was an absolute hell of a thing to write; Caesar Flickerman's wedding, in the headcanon multiverse. Not by any means canon, but funny all the same. 

I'm having a fangirl over Sophie owing to the fact she is voiced by/part based-on 'Little' Nell Campbell, who is easily one of my favourite actresses. Why I chose her whilst in the room with the four Internet people I would give my right arm to meet in the flesh, and Dr Frank N Furter I have no idea :P 

Kelly, Sophie, Nadine, Leo, Grace, the Swag Hag and herself (c) :icon13foxywolf666:
Chalice and herself (c) :iconevanescence412:
Tamara and herself (c)  :iconcelticwarriormoon:
Herself (c)  :iconepicwolfofdarkness:
Amon (c) :iconladyofthegeneral:
Marilyn, Rana, Severine, Claudia and myself (c) me
Effie, Caesar, Haymitch and Claudius (c)  Suzanne Collins
Mok and Mylar (c)  Nelvana
Joffrey (c)  George R. R. Martin
Dr Frank N Furter and Rocky (c)  Richard O'Brien
Draco (c)  J.K Rowling
Fix-It Felix and Sergeant Calhoun (c) Disney
The Penguin (c)  DC
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These are all of the old headcanons I did last time I made one of thse, a few newer and some updated. It needed doing, for accuracy's sake if nothing else. 

- Firstly, I've realized a serious flaw in Rana's description up until now; I often describe her as being incredibly busty. However, given that she was basically fed enough to keep her just alive for around half a year and basically the only weight she has now is either muscle mass or from liquid nutrition and booze, so this really doesn't fit all that well. So, new headcanon goes that, not  long after she got her in-mouth prosthetic piece - around three or four years after her hospital release, - a key change to her usual dress was made (see below) and it was then that, now her face was dealt with, her body image was item no. 2 on the list of things making her life hell - Rana being the incredibly vain and materialistic human that she is. The scars were unchangeable, so she was forced to just continue using tattoo concealer to cover up the worst and hope that they'd fade with time. However, her incredibly sudden loss of weight had meant that her breasts were left looking basically like used teabags, and this was something she could do something about. The long and short of it is Rana's tits are fake. Not ridiculously so - her original size was a 32DD (she dropped to a 28A thanks to China) so that's what she got restored to - but fake nonetheless. 

- For around two or three years after her torture, she would wear a surgical mask when alone (even to sleep; she refused to look at herself unless totally necessary) and a niqab (that's this thing by the way i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2010/ima… ) when in public. she also suffered substantial damage to her vocal chords, meaning that speaking coherently was near-to impossible. For this reason, she also made the decision to learn sign language, which she is still totally fluent (if that's how you can describe it) in. She got her first in-mouth prosthetic roughly three years after her hospital release, which kept her face looking reasonably unlike something you'd expect to see on 'The Walking Dead' but didn't have the voice regulator in her current model that enabled her to speak properly. She continued using sign language to communicate until around 2008 when she finally got her voice back. 

-  She has reason behind her dress sense. The colored contacts and her choice of hair color/length is because Tiana had really long, dark hair and dark eyes and wore navys and blacks all the time, and also very seldom dressed in skirts or dresses. She chooses to do the opposite by wearing the lenses, dyeing her hair and changing her entire color scheme and wardrobe style in order to differentiate herself from Tiana in as many ways as is humanly possible. It's her way of trying to forget.

- To you, she is Silva. During the current part of her life that she goes by Rana, she has gotten close enough to two individuals to allow them to use her first name; they are Severine, and Evelyn. 

- The entire reason that her hair is longer on one side is because when she was captured, she had her hair in a side braid that was just slashed off (pretty much as a form of psychological torture, which didn't really work.) Obviously, this left her with one side of her hair considerably longer than the other. When she was released from hospital about a year and a bit following this, she just had a slightly overgrown version of this. She figured that there was no point in changing it as at the point in her life where the decision had to be made, no-one was going to see it, so aside from having it tidied up a bit and bleaching it, she just left it.

- Before China, she identified as bisexual (around 25/75 on the straight/gay ratio); however, following some...rather unsettling experiences during her torture, she decided that sex was not her thing unless she was 1000% in control. If you ask her, she is 'asexual, but not aromantic'. Basically, no real sexual attraction to anyone, but a libido. 

- Even when completely by herself, she keeps her prosthetic in. It hurts like hell and makes her bleed, it tastes gross and it just generally isn't the nicest thing to have in your mouth 24-7, but she wouldn't be seen dead without it in. The only times she takes it out is to sleep, and even then it's only because she has to. 

- Mainly for the above reasons, she hates mirrors with a burning passion. 

- She suffers from PTSD and severe clinical depression. If she lived as part of normal society, she would probably be either in some sort of mental institution or at the very least on suicide watch. However, she is pretty much a hermit, henceforth she is the only person who can convince her not to kill herself.

- Aside from the cyanide, she has attempted suicide approximately 22 other times. The closest she has ever come to actually dying is when she was in hospital and took a near-fatal experimental overdose. Half an hour of CPR, a cracked sternum and two broken ribs later, and she survived. She has also slit her wrists twice, but has had last-minute repercussions both times. Most of her other attempts have been prescription drug overdoses, alcohol poisoning (she has a cast-iron constitution for all she's been through, however, and a phenomenal otherworldly capacity for booze. The woman survived drinking two bottles of absinthe in less than an hour, which she almost definitely shouldn't have) and instances similar to the scene in Forrest Gump with Jenny and the balcony.

- Following on from the fact she is a complete misanthropist and self-proclaimed sociopath, she has a blatant disregard for human life and very seldom has qualms about killing people.

- Her IQ is approximately 168, making her 8 points into the 'genius' category
The Long, Hard Road Out of Hell by Prosper-the-XVIII
The Long, Hard Road Out of Hell
I remember I said rather a long time ago that drawing or writing about Rana during the period of her torture was an absolute no-go zone. However, that rule has gone to shit as you can probably see. While in many of my drawings of her during the Rana period of her life show her emaciated and half-dead, as is her perinatal state, she's not normally gagged and bleeding. 

I cropped it so I wouldn't have to destroy what little dignity she has left at this point by drawing her from the waist down, but she is nude and handcuffed, thus drawing her boobs was unavoidable.

I watched Skyfall for the first time in months today, and my curiosity regarding Rana/Raoul/Tiana/Tiago's torture was piqued, as it usually is because of that movie. And either CelticWarriorMoon or EpicWolfOfDarkness asked me at one point about exactly what type of injuries Tiana suffered - I brought up a while ago burning and fractures as well; they're hard to draw, however, so this is what we've got. 

Oh, Tiana, I love you dearly. I just appear to be awful at showing it. 
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The sequel to 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' that none of you asked for, but you're getting anyway.

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"Columbia?"
"Go away," Frank took a step back, partly out of shock at the girl's brashness, and partly to avoid impact with the cushion she had just launched at him (just because he was constantly wearing heels didn't mean he was any good at standing up in them.) Approximately seventeen and a bit hours following her little...accident, Columbia had barely shifted an inch unless it was to use the bathroom or obtain food, and the poor thing was feeling very sorry for herself indeed. "Frankie, I'm tryna sleep here."
"This I am aware of; however, Eddie said that, per the doctor's instructions, you were to be woken every few hours if your intention is sleeping off your concussion. Magenta got you up at seven this morning; it's presently midday, thus here I am. Simply doing my duty to our live-in temporary invalid."
"Fair enough. Well, I'm awake now, so you can fuck off and let me go back to sleep again."

"Well, that's not very nice, Collie; I was only trying to help you," Frank pouted, sitting on his groupie's bed by her side. She had her back to him, but he ran his fingers through her hair nonetheless in an attempt at showing unrequited affection. He leaned over her and planted a quick kiss on her cheekbone, smearing his lipstick down her face. "I'm sorry, Columbia, have I upset you? Are you okay?"

She turned herself to face him (he could see it required more effort for her than it had any right to whatsoever) her expression one which totally embodied the phrase 'pissed off'. Her hair had lost any sort of gravitational concept whatsoever and was sticking up in tufts all over the place. A great, flowering purple bruise had come out on her right cheek; her eyes were hazy and reddened - it seemed that, whilst she had still been in bed, not an awful lot of sleeping had been done. He guessed that she must have been in more pain than he had guessed previously. She appeared to be wearing underpants, one of Eddie's unwashed and consequently rather unpleasant-smelling t-shirts and not a lot else, her right foot - the one in a cast - propped on a heap of cushions that Magenta had scavenged from around the house in an attempt at making the girl more comfortable. "Really? Are you honestly asking me that question now?"

"I apologize," Frank decided to humor how pedantic she was being. "Aside from the mild concussion and spiral-fractured fibula, are you okay?"
"No," she grumped, sticking out her bottom lip.
"Aww, poor baby," Frank cooed, with a sympathetic grimace on his meticulously made-up face. "Do you want a cuddle?"
"No, I want ice cream and sleep."

"Ah, spurned again," Frank lamented dramatically, one hand on his forehead. This managed to get the smallest of laughs out of his incapacitated groupie. 
"Frank, go away," Columbia moaned after the transvestite made another playful advance on her, sticking his tongue in her ear. "If you think you're getting any sex out of this cripple today, then you have another thing coming."
"Oh Collie sweetheart, I simply wanted to make sure you were okay. Cheer you up a little, perhaps. What makes you think I-"
"I've met you, Frankie. I've got all the evidence I need."
"Columbia, really...what must you think of me?"
"I did all my judging when I walked in on Riff going down on you in the bathroom - currently I'm making logical assumptions."

"Fair enough," a laugh played about Frank's voice as his face unwittingly cracked into a flawlessly lipsticked smile. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Slightly," she raised one drawn-on eyebrow - how or when she had applied these he did not know, as she had hardly moved since yesterday. "Where's Eddie?"
"He went out to go and get something; that's about all he told me. You are very lucky indeed to have him, you know."
"Well, he's never exactly been mine, so-"
"Oh, learn to share, sweetest. You earthlings place such ludicrous values on sex and commitment."
"I love you, and I fucking hate it," Columbia snarked, pulling the transvestite's permed hair. 
"Love you too, darling," he stood up to leave, moving unusually gracefully on his long legs and high heels. Dimming the light as he left the room, he blew a kiss to the pink-haired cutie. "I guess I'll leave you to go back to bed again. Get well soon, Collie."
When the Heart Guides the Hand
I scrawled this in a notebbok around a week ago, and decided to post it as it'd just be gathering dust otherwise. This is more Frankumbia than the last one; that's one of the many hundreds of things I love about Rocky Horror. They all seem very big on being polygamous (or maybe everyone just has commitment issues) which means if you ship more than one pairing then it can all fit into the one story more often than not :XD: 
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[Verse]
I'm charming, fucked-up and ready to die,
Hell wants me back; heaven knows why.
I'm a dope queen, smack-trip supreme, 
Princess of falling skies

[Chorus]
Kiss, baby, kiss,
Bang baby, bang,
Suck, baby, suck,
Kiss my ass.

Kiss, baby, kiss,
Bang baby, bang,
Suck, baby, suck,
Fuck me, baby, I'm Isis.

[Verse]

Fuck me over and kill the king,
Shit goes past me; you can scream or sing.
Outlaw me and taboo my shit,
I'll get you down and it'll fucking sting.

[Chorus]
Kiss, baby, kiss,
Bang baby, bang,
Suck, baby, suck,
Kiss my ass.

Kiss, baby, kiss,
Bang baby, bang,
Suck, baby, suck,
Fuck me, baby, I'm Isis.

[Bridge]
Time goes on,
The day is near,
Out Antichrist is almost here.
[x8]

[Chorus]
Kiss, baby, kiss,
Bang baby, bang,
Suck, baby, suck,
Kiss my ass.

Kiss, baby, kiss,
Bang baby, bang,
Suck, baby, suck,
Fuck me, baby, I'm Isis. [x2]

[spoken] Fuck me, baby, I'm Isis
Isis (a song by MMII)
Isis, in this context, is a reference to the Egyptian goddess and MMII's real name, not Islamic State. Clearing that up before shit goes down.

Thank you once again to Marilyn Manson and the work of explicit art that is Vodevil for the chorus. 

In terms of how the song sounds, it has similar vibes to most of the tracks off of Antichrist Superstar. The track is led by bass and vocals, with a lot of drums and not much focus on guitar work - mostly feedback and distortion/white noise. The start is an incredibly short guitar riff, much like the Manson song 1996, and it fades out into feedback around 20 seconds after the song itself ends.
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I'm Prosper, the Queen of Procrastination and....actually, that's about it...

I'm a substandard artist and alright author. I can do makeup sometimes, I cosplay once in a blue moon, and that's about it. Very unsopectacular teenager who needs to get a life outside of music, Netflix and Rocky Horror. Bleh.

Aside from this, I love the British hospital soap opera Casualty (especially the character Dixie, who is a paramedic), James Bond, Wreck-It Ralph, The Hunger Games, marilyn Manson, Joan Jett and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. At present moment in time, ESPECIALLY The Rocky Horror Picture Show :icondrfranknfurterplz:

That said, enjoy your time here in my special little corner of the Internet which you have no doubt accidentally stumbled into, and don't forget to wipe your feet on your way in.

Oh, check out my Tumblr as well - it's suicide-by-cyanide.tumblr.com. If you want Rocky Horror, Marilyn Manson, Stanley Tucci, Sphynx cats and other such shit by the truckload, it's the place to be :XD:



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These are all of the old headcanons I did last time I made one of thse, a few newer and some updated. It needed doing, for accuracy's sake if nothing else. 

- Firstly, I've realized a serious flaw in Rana's description up until now; I often describe her as being incredibly busty. However, given that she was basically fed enough to keep her just alive for around half a year and basically the only weight she has now is either muscle mass or from liquid nutrition and booze, so this really doesn't fit all that well. So, new headcanon goes that, not  long after she got her in-mouth prosthetic piece - around three or four years after her hospital release, - a key change to her usual dress was made (see below) and it was then that, now her face was dealt with, her body image was item no. 2 on the list of things making her life hell - Rana being the incredibly vain and materialistic human that she is. The scars were unchangeable, so she was forced to just continue using tattoo concealer to cover up the worst and hope that they'd fade with time. However, her incredibly sudden loss of weight had meant that her breasts were left looking basically like used teabags, and this was something she could do something about. The long and short of it is Rana's tits are fake. Not ridiculously so - her original size was a 32DD (she dropped to a 28A thanks to China) so that's what she got restored to - but fake nonetheless. 

- For around two or three years after her torture, she would wear a surgical mask when alone (even to sleep; she refused to look at herself unless totally necessary) and a niqab (that's this thing by the way i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2010/ima… ) when in public. she also suffered substantial damage to her vocal chords, meaning that speaking coherently was near-to impossible. For this reason, she also made the decision to learn sign language, which she is still totally fluent (if that's how you can describe it) in. She got her first in-mouth prosthetic roughly three years after her hospital release, which kept her face looking reasonably unlike something you'd expect to see on 'The Walking Dead' but didn't have the voice regulator in her current model that enabled her to speak properly. She continued using sign language to communicate until around 2008 when she finally got her voice back. 

-  She has reason behind her dress sense. The colored contacts and her choice of hair color/length is because Tiana had really long, dark hair and dark eyes and wore navys and blacks all the time, and also very seldom dressed in skirts or dresses. She chooses to do the opposite by wearing the lenses, dyeing her hair and changing her entire color scheme and wardrobe style in order to differentiate herself from Tiana in as many ways as is humanly possible. It's her way of trying to forget.

- To you, she is Silva. During the current part of her life that she goes by Rana, she has gotten close enough to two individuals to allow them to use her first name; they are Severine, and Evelyn. 

- The entire reason that her hair is longer on one side is because when she was captured, she had her hair in a side braid that was just slashed off (pretty much as a form of psychological torture, which didn't really work.) Obviously, this left her with one side of her hair considerably longer than the other. When she was released from hospital about a year and a bit following this, she just had a slightly overgrown version of this. She figured that there was no point in changing it as at the point in her life where the decision had to be made, no-one was going to see it, so aside from having it tidied up a bit and bleaching it, she just left it.

- Before China, she identified as bisexual (around 25/75 on the straight/gay ratio); however, following some...rather unsettling experiences during her torture, she decided that sex was not her thing unless she was 1000% in control. If you ask her, she is 'asexual, but not aromantic'. Basically, no real sexual attraction to anyone, but a libido. 

- Even when completely by herself, she keeps her prosthetic in. It hurts like hell and makes her bleed, it tastes gross and it just generally isn't the nicest thing to have in your mouth 24-7, but she wouldn't be seen dead without it in. The only times she takes it out is to sleep, and even then it's only because she has to. 

- Mainly for the above reasons, she hates mirrors with a burning passion. 

- She suffers from PTSD and severe clinical depression. If she lived as part of normal society, she would probably be either in some sort of mental institution or at the very least on suicide watch. However, she is pretty much a hermit, henceforth she is the only person who can convince her not to kill herself.

- Aside from the cyanide, she has attempted suicide approximately 22 other times. The closest she has ever come to actually dying is when she was in hospital and took a near-fatal experimental overdose. Half an hour of CPR, a cracked sternum and two broken ribs later, and she survived. She has also slit her wrists twice, but has had last-minute repercussions both times. Most of her other attempts have been prescription drug overdoses, alcohol poisoning (she has a cast-iron constitution for all she's been through, however, and a phenomenal otherworldly capacity for booze. The woman survived drinking two bottles of absinthe in less than an hour, which she almost definitely shouldn't have) and instances similar to the scene in Forrest Gump with Jenny and the balcony.

- Following on from the fact she is a complete misanthropist and self-proclaimed sociopath, she has a blatant disregard for human life and very seldom has qualms about killing people.

- Her IQ is approximately 168, making her 8 points into the 'genius' category

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MysticDefenderMila Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2014  Hobbyist
Hi there! I'm a friend of CelticWarriorMoon and I just want to let you know that I am writing a Wreck-It Ralph fanfic and thinking of putting Calhoun-related headcanons. She told me that you were making Calhoun-related headcanons and I'm thinking of applying my headcanons to my fanfic. Just letting you know.
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Prosper-the-XVIII Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Okay, that's awesome :XD: If it's of any use to you, I have a journal of Calhoun headcanons somewhere if you dig about a bit :)
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CelticWarriorMoon Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Why did you put "a substandard artist and alright author" on your deviant ID? You're an amazing artist and author, don't doubt yourself! :D Just saying :)
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Prosper-the-XVIII Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I have minor issues with making myself look better at things than I actually am ^^; also, I think it's almost motivation for myself to get better
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CelticWarriorMoon Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
That's alright, I feel that way too! :XD:
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Elisa2B Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2014  New member
thank you so much for the fave on my Rocky Horror Picture Show fanart! It means a lot to me :aww:
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Prosper-the-XVIII Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're very welcome ;)
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CelticWarriorMoon Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey Pross :D Just felt like dropping by. What's up? :)
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Roseblue18 Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the fav :D
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