#/ NASRIN . MUSINGS

[vihrago-a]

❝ you have a lot of nerve , following me like this. some might even say a death wish. you've been trailing me for the last hour , do you need something? eddies? ❞ her voice comes out harsh like venom as she turns to face the street kid that had been lingering behind her for quite awhile now. nasrin had no idea who this guy was or what sort of issue he had with her. but quite frankly , anyone and everyone had an issue with her. it was the life of a corpo and she wouldn't trade it for anything. especially with how wealthy it got her. she could afford to step on many people and break so many bonds along the way. it didn't bother her so long as she left on top. nasrin's eyes narrow at the streetkid as they both shift uncomfortably. an arasaka pet and a merc who probably really wanted to sock her directly in the jaw right now. great. hopefully this would be over quickly because she really wanted to get home and get out of the nasty streets. then she could be comfortable in her lonesome.

@innsaeid liked for a starter.

[tcmpestes]

"Let's have some fun." Nasrin!

The next stop on their circuit is bustling with life -- a good sign for the prospective crowd of the night. Serendipity feels his chest flutter in excitement at the sight of festival decorations. The market street seems even more colorful than it would normally be, and the bard muses that this place is vibrant year round.

He's just started perusing the surrounding wares when he feels Nasrin take his hand. He raises an eyebrow as she tugs him in a direction, before smiling excitedly.

" Oh? And what sort of fun are you thinking? " he asks his friend, not fighting as she drags him along. " And how likely is it that we're going to get arrested...? "

[gomezisabellas]

Hiiii! I hope you've been having a good day (or had a good day depending when you see this) so I would love to learn a little more about your current muses. which one are your favorites and can you tell me a little about them? Do you have any muses that are fandom or are they all oc? xoxo ss

so sorry this is answered so late, getting out of bed this week has been a battle. but unto my ocs, almost all of my muses except for one are fandomless! i don’t tend to like writing in fandom that much for some reason, although i think i’d like to get into that somewhat with some of my favorite shows. and as for my current muses, i currently have no self control so i have 77 muses at the moment. you can view all of them in the source link at my indie blog!

picking favorites is so hard so this is gonna be so long i am sorry. my current faves would probably have to be astrid harlowe, kamala srinivasan, aurelia de la rosa, nasrin kazi, bash guerra, josie franklin, nevaeh porter, jason palmer, charlotte gregison, and andrea matthews. under the cut i’ll put small little blurbs about each of them but you can also click the links in the source link to view their full stats and bio! trigger warnings for drunk driving, car accidents, suicide, death, depression, bullying. if missed any, please let me know.

astrid harlowe / alisha boe fc — she was born astrid noor but was abandoned by her mother and then put into foster care. she was eventually adopted by a famous and wealthy family which seemed like a dream come true until she learned the truth, they adopted her to rehabilitate their image and make sure this story got out before the negative ones. she grew up shy and polite because she didn’t want to step out of line and make the family look bad. she got pregnant at 16 and her parents sent her to a “troubled teens” program which traumatized her. when she came back, her adoptive parents were dismissive about her experience so she grabbed a flash drive and copied all of their secrets into it and is now just sitting around waiting for revenge.

kamala srinivasan / simone ashley fc — a nepo baby who was only ever praised for her looks so she never really tried to venture outside of that, despite having things of value to say. while she was a teenager, she became a sitcom actress on a disney channel show and the media kind of painted her as the “bimbo” character. she leaned into it because what else was she gonna do. soon after, she launched a singing career but was constantly met with pushback whenever she put her own input in and was forced to continue to put out vapid music she didn’t connect with.

aurelia de la rose / alexa demie fc — another nepo baby, kind of. her parents were both super wealthy and famous and had a nasty divorce. for whatever reason, the media and the paparazzi thought it was appropriate to delve into aurelia’s life and her parents didn’t really mind. they often put her in the middle of their fights and one day, she decided she had had enough. so she started acting out in front of the cameras, becoming the wild party girl. but in reality, she was sad. because the only reason her parents ever paid attention to her was when she was in the headlines for the wrong reasons. she uses this persona to fill a void but it’s all temporary.

nazrin kazi / mishti rahman fc — nasrin grew up in a very small town in minnesota with a speech impediment called rhotacism, which meant that she couldn’t pronounce some words with the letter r. she was severely bullied for this and this led her to become somewhat of a chronically online person, turning to tumblr and twitter to talk about her interests instead. this led her to become hugely involved in music and specifically, one direction. when in college, she double majored in speech pathology and music marketing, but ultimately went into speech therapy, in part because of how much her speech therapist helped her. she loves baking, fashion, karaoke, one direction, hiking, doing puzzles, and scrapbooking.

bash guerra / froy gutierrez fc — literally the sunshine love of my life. he grew up the oldest of six other siblings and was often the one to help raise them while his parents were working. while some people might resent this upbringing, bash loved it and this is where his nurturing nature was honed. when he was in high school, he got involved in the theatre club and subsequently got involved in community theatre, in order to make a little extra money,.during one of these performances, he was scouted by an agent and he moved to los angeles, albeit a little reluctantly away from his family, at the age of 18. unfortunately, while he was out in los angeles, one of his younger brothers took his own life and bash couldn’t help but feel it was his fault for leaving. this led him to having a savior complex of sorts, trying to save everyone else because he couldn’t save his brother.

josie franklin / halle bailey fc — josie is perfect. at least, that’s what she wants you to think. she was brought up by a pastor and a homemaker, and it was always drilled into her head that image was everything. and the expectations they put on her made her feel like she could never truly live up to them. but boy, did she try. instead of rebelling, josie tried to be perfect. josie always tried to be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect friend, the perfect sister, the perfect everything. but she was never praised by her parents for doing well, they only told her how to be better which prompted her to think that nothing she ever did was truly enough. but instead of wallowing in that she took it as a motivation to do better, to get closer to perfection. but as she grew older, cracks started to show. it was gradual at first. biting her nails when she was nervous but then she started biting her nails all of the time. while she was applying for colleges, she ended up deferring all of her acceptances and hiding it from her parents. when they found out, they kicked her out of the house and since then, she’s been on a journey to figure out who she is without her parents’ expectations. 

nevaeh porter / salem mitchell fc — nevaeh was the kind of kid that talked a lot. maybe too much, depending on who you asked. she talked about a mile a minute and would talk about anything and everything. she was emotionally vulnerable and open to people. but as she grew older, what some people might see as a gift, ended up hurting her the most. she wore her heart on her sleeve just for it to get ripped off. she got bullied but in very subtle ways. telling her the boy she had a crush on liked her just for her to ask him out and have him reject her in front of everyone because how could anyone like her. this led her to becoming shy and turning to other things instead of people. namely, painting and plants. because when she was painting, she could be as messy as she wanted without anyone telling her that she was too much and she could talk to plants and trees for hours without them telling her she was talking too much. 

jason palmer / jordan fisher fc — jason was born to parents who didn’t think he was going to happen for them. he also had an adopted brother who was around his same age, so they referred to one another as twins. he ended up living in the shadow of his twin, who was funnier and smarter and got more attention from his parents. and they were both involved in theatre, but while his twin got the lead, jason was stuck playing background characters or trees. he got comfortable in the shadows, the darkness. even though he was delegated to the shadows, they became his home in some twisted way/ jason is the king of biting his tongue and just putting his head down and doing the work.

charlotte gregison / dove cameron fc — charlotte gregison was born on a commune in san francisco by two hippie parents. the commune was all about community, free love, freedom of expression, acts of service, and liberation. a common thing she heard was that love was at the core of everything. her parents raised her somewhat isolated from traditional media, only allowing her to watch things that they approved of. this meant no disney fairytales or anything of the sort. it was mostly just bob ross and sesame street. she was homeschooled up until the age of eight when she went to public school for the first time. it was definitely a bit of a culture shock for her. at nine she was invited to her first sleepover where she saw her first disney move and fell in love with the fairytale. soon after, she also fell in love with a different kind of fairytale, the romcom. charlotte is the kind of girl who wears rose colored glasses and is in love with love.

andrea matthews / katie stevens fc — andrea and michelle matthews were born two minutes apart from one another. michelle was born first and never let andrea forget it. they were born to two parents who passed their love of soccer down to the two and the twins were naturally gifted. the twins played soccer together, just like they did everything else together. in high school, they were co-captains of the varsity soccer team despite being only being sophomores. during the summer of their sophomore year, a drunk driver came out of nowhere and sent the car spinning out of control until it hit a tree that pierced through the window of the car and into michelle’s heart. losing michelle made andrea feel like she was losing a piece of herself, like half of herself was gone. andrea tried to put on a good front because no one wanted to see the sad girl, they wanted to see the phoenix rising from the ashes. her team told her to take her time and come back when she was ready, but that unfortunately never happened. after high school, andrea turned to music instead of soccer to deal with her feelings of loss around michelle. 

[awakened-harmony]

And now some headcannons for baby girl because on the long list of things i’ve realized i’ve never specified/posted/done. This is one of them!

- Her full name is Vitality, Though in her human guise, she goes under the name Vita ‘Nasrin’ Ekeri.

- Vita has a condo where she lives, It’s located in the johto region though she travels around frequently for work.

- Speaking of her work, Vita is a Certified nurse midwife and a Doula, She works extensively with soon to be mothers, New mothers and all in between. However alongside modern medical skills, She is also a long established ‘green witch’ 

- Vita has been around since nearly the beginning of time but her most notable appearance in history is the Kalosian war, She was a healer then to and is the same time she married a Kalosian soldier named Drusil. Aside from this though, She does have knowledge of the Ultimate weapon and of Az. While most of the stuff from this time is lost, You may still find old pictures and stories about her presence. (e.i, welcoming fellow ancient muses and History studying muses to make the connection)

- Despite taking a human form, Vita is still a goddess and she gives off a certain inhuman energy, Her aura when she’s around however is naturally very calming and she’s taken advantage of this when taking charge of situations.

- Probably the most notable thing is vita still has wings in her human form, She keeps them very tightly folded/bound to her back when she’s out and about however so while not completely invisible, One could mistake it for a number of other things before assuming it’s wings. She can’t get rid of these because much like the rest of her pantheon, She is unable to 100% assume a human form due to the strength of her powers.

[thunder-rolled-a-seven]

No More Time

Ark: Survival Evolved / Scorched Earth

Characters: Rockwell, Nasrin

Notes: I think about what Rockwell did to that one Scorched Earth tribe way too much. I like to think that the "timid, desert flower" Nasrin and her baby survived; that she ended up becoming another Raia with baby in tow, but knowing Ark they both very likely did not. Thanks Rockwell, you piece of shit.

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"At last," he sighs, leaning his head until the base of his sweat-matted hair met his back, "Freedom."

Sheltered beneath the withered boughs of arid-spawned trees, the day's most celebrated warriors laid scattered and stiff over rough spun rugs and large wooden tables. With a single sip, each man and woman forever surrendered their existence to the endless desert. No one, not even the most cunning hunter, had struggled, for none had suspected death to come from within their oasis home.

Sir Edmund Rockwell could not have been more pleased. It was a just reward for those primative miscreants, a prize for their insuferrable hubris. How bold the fools for thinking they had the upper hand - for thinking he was theirs to corral and control like one of their beasts of burden. The man stands tall over his handiwork, clucking his tongue at the thicket of contorted forms - their jaws blossoming with silent, foam gnarled screams. If only they had valued his intellect from the beginning, he muses, drinking deeply of his own freshwater goblet, this bloated death could have been avoided.

Without opposition, the scholar makes haste to leave, packing his leather bound studies and the precious Edmundium upon one of the tribe's larger mounts. Death attracted unsavory creatures, and he peferred to keep the heavy stink of decay off of his dust saturated clothes. Already the vileness filled his tent and pinched his nose, the sour fruit of his murder carried in by the hot, evening wind. So after one last look at his gilded cage, he strides towards the unforgiving sun.

And comes face to face with a woman, the chieftess Nasrin, and the infant child he had guided into this perilous world not long ago.

His hooded eyes linger upon the sleeping babe tucked carefully within the nest of silk cloth upon his mother's arms. The boy held a look of concentration upon his newly formed brow: dreaming, no doubt, of milk and not the shadows behind the camp's sudden silence. Nonetheless, those little hands held a rebelious lock of his mother's dark hair as if he knew within his infantile dreams that his father was gone.

Submerged within an itching silence, Rockwell realizes then that he had never bothered to learn the child's name.

Frowning, he shakes his head, and pushes past the woman's willowy form. He is sure she protested the collision of shoulders, but his thoughts were already battling another conscience. Someday, not today - he vehemently vowed to himself - he would study the social-psychological affects this strange wilderness had on human children. Tonight, however, he would continue his search of the remaining Obelisk keys, that laid scattered to the land.

"Wait-"

"What," he whirls, snapping before she finishes her plea. "What could you possibly want?"

She flinches. Rockwell had never been overly kind to anyone save that single flame of intellect amongst the darkness of savagery - Helena, dear Helena, that traitorous snake - but he had always been gentle to the soft spoken flower that was Nasrin. The sudden unveiling cruelty in his studious eyes now frightened her and confirmed the suspicions growing within her heart. "You killed them..." Her question quivers on the air like a taut pulled string.

Or statement, Rockwell hums. Surely, she was not so dull.

A glimpse of yellowed teeth flashes between his cracked lips. "Oh?" He whispers and turns away.

A hand brushes against his back, nervously and harmlessly, yet his skin recoils as if she branded him by iron. Grimmacing, he turns back around, and is struck by the sheer desperate absurdity of her expression, the searching in her unsteady eyes. He almost chuckles at her forlornness, but arches a brow instead. "Why...you, want me to stay?"

She says nothing, but her clenching jaw told him what he wanted to hear.

He licks the backs of his teeth. Had she forgotten her sorrows and the love, if it was indeed love, that she had held for her former husband, whose broad, able body now slumped uselessly over the high table? Or had she taken a fancy to his distinguished, gentlemanly demure? The thought was flattering. Indeed, he nearly blushes beneath his sun tanned skin, preening himself with contrived implications until-

Until he remembers the child.

His tongue wells with imagined bile, and he is tempted to spit like an improper man. He scowls, brushing her away. Typical, he thought. The weak always thronged to the strong. "You waste my time, little woman. Farewell."

But she steps forward, panick bruising the softness of her dark face. She holds the boy closer to herself as if that bundle was the last buoyant board of a rapidly sinking ship. "But," the young woman strains, "what are we going to do?"

Her exhausted voice echoes within his chest, but he is already steps away. Nonetheless, Rockwell pauses and looks back into those imploring eyes. To her question he answers with a tone of cold, academic finality, for he had no more time to waste.

"Survive."

[wild-lady-luck]

The Arcana RP Server

We’ve decided to open a few new spots on our Arcana RP server! We are OC-friendly, but are currently only accepting them if you also take a canon character as a muse. Here is the current masterlist: Taken 

-Asra  -Julian -Nadia -Muriel -Portia -Lucio -The Devil -Volta -Valdemar -MC (x6) Open -Valerius -Vlastomil -Vulgora -Morga -Aisha -Salim -Mazelinka -Nasrin -Namar -Nazali -Navra -Nahara -Nasmira -Nafizah -MC (x3) DM me if you’re interested!

[ofgulet]

Also worth mentioning that Nasrin (female Viper witcher, talked a bit about her on my multi muse a while back and planning to post a drabble about her and Letho hopefully sometime soon) was a huge influence in Letho's early life. She was only 2-3 years younger than him so they grew up together at Kaer Zvaedd and got in all sorts of trouble together.

[easterlingwanderer]

OK THIS HAS 0 TO DO WITH TOLKIEN OR MY MUSE AND I USUALLY AVOID OOC LIKE THE PLAGUE BUT I AM SO FUCKING ANGRY.

Nasrin Sotoudeh, a lawyer and a speaker for human right got 148 lashes and 44 years of fucking jail in Iran because she dared to say women should be allowed NOT TO wear veil.

AND THERE ARE LIKE 3 POSTS ON HER IN THIS FUCKING CESSPIT OF A SITE.

So here it is. 4th post. SHE IS A FUCKING ICON AND I AM MAD AS FUCK.

This happened in March 2019. Welcome to my ted talk. All hail Nasrin, your sacrifice for your sisters will not be forgotten.

[vihrago-a]

because i was voluntold by @yorinobu to make hcs for nasrin 🧍‍♀️😐 /j

despite being a workaholic and spending the majority of her time with @yorinobu / yori [ being part of his faction and inner circle ] , she is actually quite the party animal and frequents the dark matter club due to its elite nature. now i wont get into detail of what sort of activities she gets into while shes there but our imaginations work well enough.

shes actually not that nice , will dish it out to you in all honesty and wont be kind about it — most people find her bluntness refreshing and others really wanna strangle her for not having a nice bone in her body for anyone else except for a select few. nasrin is cutthroat and WILL step on anyone to get to what she wants. but right now she is content where she is.

her favorite music is classical or edm. two vastly different genres but both scratch her brain in a good way. shes very 50/50 on rock. it has to be very good for her to enjoy it but even then, that is subjective.

very quiet but assertive. she will say what she needs to without ever raising her voice — generally it carries a lot of heaviness to it. people mostly listen to her. if they dont, they suffer the consequences as needed. speaking of which she’s a little bit bossy but cooperates with her coworkers when necessary. her work ethic is fantastic — cooperation can just be a little bit of a struggle.

[sphinxking-blog]

Tag dump

[hrhnasrin-blog]

- ̗̀✰ •【 MEDALION RAHIMI / CISF / 22】    announcing the arrival of her royal highness, ( NASRIN SAMIRA SHAH PAHLAVI ), the  ( PRINCESS ) of ( IRAN ). I’ve heard that she is ( BLUNT ) & ( CYNICAL ) but can also be ( GREAGARIOUS ) & ( CRAFTY ). ( NASRIN ) is arranged to marry (  ZARA SINGH RAJPUT ). Rumor has it (SHE’S BEEN SLOWLY POISONING THE KING BECAUSE HE’S MAD). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!

this is ailie with yet another muse sponsored by my growing insanity and an implacable insomnia !      yayyy !                   like this if you’d like to plot !!

nasrin is the youngest of the three iranian offsprings .

she always kinda really thought she should somehow get the crown y’know like ,       give a woman the goddamn crown for a change and see the whole country enter a new era of growth ,    art ,    science and cultural revolution .

//       ABUSE & VIOLENCE TW !

family life isn’t happy at all ,      especially not being raised by her father who’s a traditionalist and her mother that’s been rendered to submission with decades of mental ,    emotional and even  physical abuse sometimes .               when nasrin started to rebel against his steel hand in the law and the house ,     he began      “ disciplining “      her ,       which was when her mother secretly arranged for her to be sent away .

// end tw .

she was always up to her nose in something artsy ,     which is why her mother decided to ship her off to a boarding school where she would be taught the finest of arts .         nasrin was twelve .

being away from her father ,     she could get away with not using the hijab ,     which the king forced upon every woman    - were she a believer ,     a practitioner ,    or not .           which nasrin     isn’t .            she’s a woman of facts and science ,      of big bangs and evolution theory ,     of atoms and worn down pointé shoes .

in the school ,     she found a love for anything that was stage - centered ,     especially traditional dances ,        contemporary ,      contact ,      theatre and acrobatics .         so she began centering upon it when she was fifteen and once she was of age ,     she auditioned for juilliard .

getting in was fucking     hard ,      but she made it on her own .

every week ,     or every two weeks ,     she’d send a video to her mother showing her what she was doing .

once she got into college and moved there ,       her mother began looking skiddish and jumpier than usual ,     she would cover her face more and the cellphone would tremble in her thinning hands .        one day ,    she broke and told nasrin that her father was acting strange ,      he was talking to people not there ,      he was having strange ideas of death and rivers of blood streaming down every street

so nasrin did the only logical thing she could do :        she went back for a short period ,    complied with her father’s desires of her wearing a hijab and kept quiet ,      while also sneaking a variety of poison onto the books he was glued to lately ,      and bribing the cooks and tasters to betray the king so he’ll die of poison when       she      deems it proper .

the poison ,    in small dosages ,     first began heightening his delusions ,     and then began attacking the nervous system altogether .            as of late ,     the king of iran is laying on a bed ,     delusional and with high fevers and tremors all over his body .             people are preparing for his demise and the rise of a new king .

back in college ,      we have zara .         ZARA SINGH RAJPUT ,      nasrin’s best friend and favorite dance partner .          also ,    possibly the love of her life ,     but nasrin isn’t necessarily monogamous nor cares much about the concepts of     “ fidelity “      the social regime imposed .           what’s      for sure      is that nasrin has the biggest crush on zara .                they party together ,    dance together ,     study together ,      get high together and there are       rumors       they even do ...         other stuff       together .

nasrin is a big ole lesbian . 

she’s kissed some boys ,      she’s fucked some boys ,      she’s made them cum and been bored .             the first time that she felt really        there ,       that she felt     real     while having sex was the first time she was with a girl 

she’s v sexual ,       and a huuuuge giver

nasrin loves her mother ,     though she pities her greately .             she is a huge advocate for feminist rights and movements across the globe ,      especially considering the situations that go on back home .              in whatever way she can ,     whether it be through whoever inherits the crown ,       bribing people ,      marriage or what the fuck ever ,       nasrin wants to help the women’s fight for emancipation and equality .

she’s very smart ,    she can figure her way out of any situation and it’s been put to test back in iran .          had she not had a knack for art ,     she would’ve gone for astrophysics or neuroscience .

[roxinova]

❀ what does your muse’s daily routine look like? (for Po)

Wake up, sip on hot tea of choice, while munching on sweet food of choice, followed by hot bath, while thumbing through a book, feeding whole zoo of animals, then going out exploring to meet new people to heal or play with.. or joining Nasrin's hubby on adventures.

[devolawrites]

about the mun:

r. 32. she/they. queer poc. neurodivergent && chronically ill.

this blog is a mixture of musings && my own personal interests. it’s gonna be a lot of anime, horror movies, ffxiv and drakenier. i do not apologize one bit.

i don’t tag nsfw, and i cuss a lot. DO NOT FOLLOW IF UNDER 18.

wrestling muses:

aiden wright. oc, fc: noah sebastian

tyr fuller-mason. oc, fc: spencer charnas

vivienne blacker. oc, fc: tbd.

warriors of light / ffxiv ocs / ffxiv npcs:

tsovinar nasrin kha/waters. xaela blm/rpr.

batbayar mohsan kha. xaela pld.

yohah nelhah. moonkeeper brd.

tezeh nelhah. moonkeeper mnk.

kaida lavali bihn mridul. raen drg.

aster irmela wynne. highlander pld.

afrid kisne. veena war.

coeli alma. rava blm.

tigran dhoro. xaela drg. 

a’nuloh tia. sunseeker brd.

granson wright. hume drk.

ardbert hylfyst. hume war.

[murdershewrotee]

yurrr, i’m mariam and nineteen years old with the timezone of est, aka new york :) yeah so basically these are my muses below please love them and go ahead and give me a like and plot with all of them ! kinda of tight bcz my theme is trash but deal peeps.

FIRST MUSE, NASRIN AKA WOLFIE THE MOST SOFTEST VILLAIN YET, I THINK. 

Born and raised in Hitchcock.

Her mother left her the day she was born and ever since then, her dad has been the only one taking care of her so yeah she never had a mother figure around.

if anything she doesn’t hold a grudge against her mom. EVERYONE NEEDS A MOM AND SHE’S STILL SEARCHING FOR HERS AND STILL HAS LOVE EVEN IF SHE HAS NEVER MET HER. 

HOEsExUAl.

energetic and loud persona.

WOULD BRAID everyone’s hair but then FIGHT everyone. 

she’s not sure if it’s a heredity thing but  it was clear her mother was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and she happens to be also.

EVERYONE KNOWS MOST VILLAINS DON’T LIKE SHOWING EMOTIONS BUT NASRIN ON THE OTHER HAND ISN’T AFRAID TO SHOW HER PASSIONATE SIDE.

BoLD asf, no FiLtER on this one’s mouth.

IN LOVE WITH BEEF PATTIES.

party gal.

sNoRtS WhEn ShE LaUgHs.

EZEKIEL WALSH. 

1/4 of the walsh siblings.

HIS Father runs a corporation strictly against superheroes and he’s apart of it.

ezekiel doesn’t fuck with ppl who isn’t about respect.. whether it’s by talking or through actions.

HE’S A BOOK AUTHOR AND HIS WRITINGS USUALLY  DEALS WITH NOTHING BUT HATE AGAINST HEROES AND HOW INSTEAD OF SAVING LIVES THEY DO NOTHING BUT PUT LIVES IN DANGER.

a very precise guy, doesn’t wanna miss out on a single thing so he makes sure he seeks everything out, carefully.

HAS A DON’T GIVE A FUCK BUT I’M STILL THE BEST ATTITUDE

A HYPOCRITE BUT OFC HE DOESN’T SEE IT.

he’s a very professional guy and holds himself up high while he sees everyone else below him... except his father. He looks up to him.

A MOMMAS BOY. 

WANTS NOTHING BUT HIS FATHER’S LOVE AND ADMIRATION.

he doesn’t really care for anybody’s feelings and he makes sure it’s known. Even if he was to care just a smudge it wouldn’t work out in bother favors bcz he doesn’t have time to care for others.. he’s more into his business.

HE’s distant from his siblings but only close to them when it comes to business with their father. Although, he’s still kind of working on it at the moment. 

received his powers 7 years ago when he almost died in a car accident. 

HIS GRANDFATHER WAS THE SAME WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER BUT SOON LOST HIS POWERS. 

STILL WATCHES CARTOONS IN HIS 40S.

fear ?? he’s never heard of it, never smelled it, seen it, taste or endure it.

hates oranges.

GRANDMA JADEL. 

Unlike other superheroes, he wants to do whatever he wants, which includes him not thinking about the consequences.. Which may or may not involve blood shed.

LOVES JAZZ MUSIC. 

confident although, he has his insecure moments. He’s not really the type to put himself above people or put them down. He clearly has problems with people who do. 

INSTEAD OF HAVING A POSITIVE OUTLOOK ON THINGS HE SEES THE WORST.

loves kittens.

sassy bihh

*insert resting bitch face*

She’s been living in hitchcock for about five months but knows everything she needs to know already.

She has no problem getting a little dirty even if she’s sided with the heroes. 

VeRY OpIoNiaTeD. Best believe she has a lot of things in her mind she has to say. 

GOOD COP OR BAD COP ? SHE’S FOR SURE THE BAD COP.

Has high standards for herself and others as well.

VERY CALM, SHE ISN’T THE TYPE TO POP OFF AND SHOW HER EMOTIONS FLAT OUT.

her calm stature is more threaten than you think though. 

BLACK LEATHER ERRTHANG.

Despite how she acts towards ppl, she’s very fond of them, regardless of her being a detective.

80 % hard 20 % soft.

smirks.

LOVES TO READ.

just a MESSY dork.

NAMED AFTER WATER. FIJI. 

unLUcKy cHiLd but still manages to pull through bcz she doesn’t give up.

the of co-worker who loves to tell jokes in the office yet gets nothing done.

really has a tendency to break things her hands touch.

THE AMOUNT OF BUMPS/TRIPS SHE HAS MADE IS UNNECESSARY.

A positive individual tries to find or make any situation turn into a positive one.  

VIDEO GAMES.

In the brink of losing her job because of her lack of effort and lack of brain.

I WOULDN’T SAY SHE’S COMPLETELY BRAINLESS BUT CMON SHE AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED. SHE’S A BIT SLOW.

believes in conspiracy theories. 

CoRnY & AWkWArD jOkEs.

takes nothing serious so why would she expect someone to take her serious. 

OCEAN WOOBIN. CONFUSED BBY.

moved to hitchcock at the age of twenty-two.

KID GREW UP IN A HOUSEHOLD OF FEMALES.

you would think bcz of this he is very open and emotional.. sike nah. 

true to his instincts and sticks to them bcz in the end he always ends up right.  

COMIC BOOKS.

ocean is still kinda new to this whole villain thing, he’s been at it for two months straight.  

LOVES SLEEPING AND CUDDLING HIS SNAKE PILLOW BUMPER.

He’s a messy hoe really the type to stir drama up and hype it just for the fun of it.

DRAWS

skates

very mysterious, he likes to stay in a low profile and not really revel his feelings nor his expression, quickly.

OBSERVANT.

got his snake mimic powers from getting bit by one. 

His villain name is anguis.. it’s latin for snake... He likes to be fancy on u hoess.

BILINGUAL, HE TRAVELED A LOT WHEN HE WAS IN HIS TEEN YEARS.  

despite his intimidating appearance, he’s actually soft. 

OUR VILLAIN SAVED A  FEMALE CIVILIAN WHEN SHE WAS IN NEED OF HELP.

He’s kinda grew fond of her and he’s even her neighbor but he can’t let her know that. 

loves tuning everyone out with music. rap music, with meaning not just your average rap, talking about nonsense. 

TAKE HIM TO THE CANDY SHOP AND HE WILL LOVE U. HE LOVES SWEETS. 

decided to be a villain bcz he knew he was different, just by his dark and mysterious appearance so he just went with it and when he got bit by a snake he knew it was destiny.  Snakes are known to be.. well.. snakes. viscous and cruel. 

ALTHOUGH OUR ROOKIE IS STILL WORKING ON IT.   

[ripetogether]

i want some stuff for muses who have nothing so... i’m gonna put a long-ish list of muses with no threads that i really wanna play under the cut and you can like for a starter? we can plot it out or wing it, idm

aaliyah palermo (brittany o’grady)

alannis gardner (melanie scrofano)

bahati ostberg (yael grobglas)

carmela luna (lorenza izzo)

catherine beauchamp (dianna agron)

chase hill (kiowa gordon)

emerson townsend (steven yeun)

georgie nichols (brenton thwaites)

hal cohen (miles teller)

hero rydell (mae whitman)

kahente white (devery jacobs)

kinsey fulton (anna kendrick)

lucie adler (jenny slate)

mabel salinas (daniella pineda)

mali juntasa (lisa manoban)

nasrin kabiri (golshifteh farahani)

nicholas hartmann (andy samberg)

roma childs (zoe levin)

sebastian potter (joel courtney)

sol mendez (roberta colindrez)

tye benjarano (carlos valdes)

yessica magdallan (gina rodriguez)

[hornkerling]

Tresspasser thoughts - Nasrin

part 1 of some angst-fluff for @lemonsharks - ties in to most of the ficlets I’ve written about this pair, but especially this one. 

Eluvians hurt. Vivienne was used to magical costs. Any discipline worth its metaphysical salt demanded something in exchange, even if you refused to turn Tevinter. Vivienne told countless students as much, in he grim years before Celene’s court.

Now, mirror melting round her, eyes full of grit and heartbeat pressing up too close against the inside of her skin, a part of her wished she could push her younger self down the stairs.

“Vivienne?” Nasrin stood on the other side, good hand out to catch her as she staggered under what felt like the weight of re-forming bones. Theologically fascinating. But ghastly. “You still with me?”

“Always, darling.”

Nasrin stared at her, ashy under rift-light, all bloodshot eyes and old sweat and concern. “I don’t think bodies are meant for this,” she said. “Not ours, anyway.”

“No shit.” That was Bull, sill towering above all the spindly trees and broken stone structures around them, even hunched over and wiping his face with the back of his hand.

Vivienne shook her head. “Honestly,” she said. “The pair of you are quite tedious.”

“Won’t you complain?” Nasrin said, with a tiny smile. “Even a little? Join in the fun?”

“Divines don’t have any fun,” Bull said. “If they did, think you’d be slumming it with the Inquisition for two years, boss?”

“That’s quite enough from you.”

“Apologies, ma’am.”

Look at us, Vivienne thought. Bickering our way between worlds.

The three of them were scratched and limping, each trip through the mirrors leaving a little less behind, and Vivienne wasn’t sure if she wanted to freeze Bull solid for making the Nasrin blush, or embrace the ridiculous, insightful ben hassrath for distracting all of them from the way they could all see the bones in the Inquisitor’s left hand. If they could all bicker, they were safe from flash fevers and twisting wolf puzzles and the way Nasrin was pushed, fist first, into each Eluvian, the rest of her body a gaunt, unwilling passenger no matter how much she swore or fought.

Though, she mused. I shouldn’t think of him as ben hassrath now, after that last fight. Vivienne still shuddered when she thought of the brief, lost look on Bull’s face when Viddasala named him Hissrad. A moment of held breath and weighed options—a game Vivienne did not understand.

She was glad she did not have to kill him. Glad she and Nasrin did not have to try and save the other from the death of a friend.  

Unsettling thoughts.

Nasrin sighed, letting her good hand close around Vivienne’s left. “I’ve gone soft,” she said. “Hunts were easier five years ago.”

“Only because the stakes are higher, marquise.”

An echo of a smile for that. “I thought this was all going to be meetings and ceremony,” she said. “I was prepared. I was going to be bored stupid and it was going to be fine.”

“Bored stupid,” Vivienne murmured. “Not with me, surely.”

She laughed as Nasrin blushed under her layer of grime.

“When we complete this task, Inquisitor,” Vivienne said, squeezing Nasrin’s hand, “We are going back to the palace baths.”

“Um. I—” even here, it was a joy watching her squirm under a light hold and few words. “We’re not done.”

“No, dear,” Vivienne said. “Not at all.”

Nasrin knew what the others were doing, Did her best to join in the banter, let herself unravel a little as Vivienne warmed and teased the way they hadn’t managed in years. Not in person. She let Bull complain and mock them both and did her best not to sit on the uncanny ground laughing until she wailed.

The world always narrowed down to small things.

Fighting Viddasala, feeling herself fray around pain in her hand that felt more solid than the rest of her body, Nasrin remembered the Fade. The slow drip down her back that said she was random chance and poor luck, instead of anyone’s Herald. She remembered hopelessness and fears writ large on tombstones and Hawke’s wild-eyed instance that they all run, that this was her hunt, not Nasrin’s. She remembered bowing before the image of the Divine until even she knew it was a wistful snatch of spirit – an echo of a human leader who did harm as well as good. The loss, so huge then, felt bruise-like now.

If you are frightened, marquise, Vivienne had told her in the panicky, crowded midst of it, one hand over Nasrin’s mouth and the title a barb between them, pretend. Until you don’t need to.

Not with you, she’d said against the other woman’s palm. Foolish and besotted and only half knowing it. I don’t pretend with you.

Now, Nasrin knew herself a liar. She pretended with all her strength, ignoring her own face and everything Vivienne could probably read from it by letting the damned anchor drag her where it will. She fought. She fell over. She dropped her left dagger forgetting that her fingers didn’t want to bend. She let herself blush and love and lose herself whenever she and Vivienne had half seconds of privacy and she pretended, the whole way through, that it was another quest, another puzzle. That she wasn’t sure, with each Eluvian, that she was about to die.

Nasrin knew what the others were doing. She did it right back, until she found herself the only one standing among Qunari statues and yellowing grass.

“I suspect,” Solas said, as Nasrin staggere forward, scanning for the bodies of her friends in the ruins, “You have questions.”

Pretend, marquise. And when we complete this task…

“Solas,” Nasrin said, “Have I ever wanted to hear one of your endless explanations?”

She lifted her head as pain shot up her arm, a small, dazed part of her enjoying Solas’s annoyed expression and storing it up for for a later she wasn’t sure was real. “Ever?”

She did, she think, sound like herself. Inquisitor. Serrault’s unlucky Marquise. Vivienne’s blessed Right Hand. Exhausted.

Nasrin.