#Portwine stain birthmark

[modpoppy]

i think ive posted these before, but i wanna make this style character pfps again, any char suggestions? :P

[amberlin1]

A friend of mine has been linked to the Vascular Birthmarks Foundation for years. She's been a VBF global ambassador, and now has a chance to work with them as staff.

The VBF helps with treatment, and raising awareness of Vascular Birthmarks, as well has helping families deal with social, medical, and financial issues among others.

This month, she's started a crowdfunding fundraiser to go toward the VBF.

Her story is below

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I think my journey started with the Vascular Birthmarks Foundation in 1999. I had access to the internet for the first time. I came across the VBF website. I knew I had a Port Wine Stain Birthmark, but for the first time, I really knew what it WAS. A Capillary Malformation. A group of deformed blood vessels. I prefer to describe it as “Nerves Gone Wild”. I learned that better treatment options were available. Treatment I immediately dismissed as impossible to access. I lived outside of the USA, it felt very far away. I didn’t even want to know the cost of treatment.

Skip forward to 2014, with the help of Dr. Linda and the VBF, I had my first two major surgeries to debulk my birthmark ! It felt like a very long journey to get there. A lot of ups and downs. Getting networked into treatment was key. I was able to secure funding for the surgery. With the help of friends, family and strangers, I raised enough for accommodation.

5 surgeries and 6 laser treatments later, not only is there a significant difference with my birthmark, I am now working for the Vascular Birthmarks Foundation!To celebrate and honour the Vascular Birthmarks Foundation, I’d like to raise enough money to help send one family attend the VBF Annual Super Clinic 2024.

When every cent counts, just one FREE night accommodation can help a family.

My aim is to raise $500!

VBF Clinics can change lives. Please donate to this fantastic organization that is truly making a difference.

Thank you.

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Here's the link to her Give2myVBF page

So far she's raised $155 of her $500 goal

If you can please donate and even if you can't, reblogging and sharing can do wonders

[i-cant-sing]

May I request Todoroki family with a reader with a birthmark /port wine stain on their face? I feel like they’d be smothered even further (the reader can also joke about getting free laser surgery cause when that shit happens it smells like burning flesh (a jab at Dani lmao))

Portwine stain used to be my fav topic ever. Like you could ask me anything in pathology and I don't think I'd remember it, but someone even hints at it and ID KNOW WE'RE TALKING ABOUT PORTWINE STAIN cause like the moment I saw pictures of it on patients, I was like "?????? How is the name so ACCURATE????"

So with Todoroki fam, I think their reaction is mostly based on how you feel about your skin. So, if you're like more confident and rip anyone a new one if they try to bully you, they're also gonna treat you very normally (except maybe Rei). But if you're insecure about your face, then they're just gonna baby you to the max as well. Rei is always cooing and going over the top with compliments "aww baby, you're always beautiful in my eyes! You're like a pretty princess! I'm your mother, I would never lie!"

Enji mostly tries to encourage you with few but deep words, something along the lines of "beauty always fades away. It's what on the inside what matters. Make yourself so skillful and abled that you don't allow this to be a barrier between you and opportunities. I'll always support you." And obviously, he'd pay bucks if you want to remove this stain/mark.

Natsuo again, using his few years experience as a medical professional or as a med student will try to comfort you like a psychiatrist and also bring in derma creams and ointments that's ij research phases and not easily accessible to the general population.

Fuyumi again, coddles you but less patronising than Rei. She does want you tell her all about it, whether if someone said something even slightly mean to you, so that she can tattle to Dabi about it and he can "deal" with the person.

Shotou is the most indifferent to it. Like there isn't much difference to how he'd react if you didn't have this mark. He's still as attention deprived as ever and he's still sticking by your side, and maybe deep down, he might even feel closer to you now that you have a portwine stain/birthmark on your face.

Dabi... well, ofcourse his first reaction is to tease you about it, relentlessly. But if youre actually super insecure about your looks, then he's also the one who's super understanding and helpful. Like he finds you crying as you look at yourself in the mirror, he just sighs and walks over before breaking the mirror and engulfing you in a hug. Probes very carefully until you confess to him that someone said something very awful to you.

He comforts you, makes you his signature marshmallow hot chocolate and then pays a visit to said bully and like.... mutilates them very badly, beyond recognition, but still keeps them alive so that they get to live through the agony and dilemma you do on the daily.

[virtues-end]

Hello, I just started reading the new Virtue's End demo, and I started crying during the character creation scene when I saw an option that said, "The darkened winestains that grace your skin." I have a portwine stain birthmark, and I've never ever been able to make a character that actually looks like me. So, thank you for making me feel seen. ❤️

💜💜💜 You're so very welcome, that makes me so happy! 🥺

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets Thursday: Meddling Mar (part 1 of 2)

A two-part piece to avoid a super long post, jumping ahead to how Damas and Phobos got their suspicions about the boys confirmed (part two is Damas confronting Jak over it)

The net thumped against the supports of the dock as Phobos hauled it upward. The catch was small for the evening; normally she wouldn't have even considered bringing it in so early. But the scanners had picked up a storm blowing in, and the last thing she wanted was for her net to get dragged out over the reef -- or for the Scylla to get any ideas about free snacks if she decided to shelter in the lagoon. Small though the catch may have been, it would just have to suffice until the weather was more favorable. Phobos supposed she could always take another overnight trip for larger fish later in the week. Maybe Jak would agree to let Mar tag along.

Phobos's hands stilled over the net of wriggling greenbellies. She stared out at the water without really seeing it as her thoughts drifted to the two boys who had drifted into their lives. Or, drifted back into their lives.

She knew her son when she saw him. He could have been five or eight or twenty-five and she would have known him. Denial at this point was foolish. But what she couldn't understand was Jak.

Phobos knew the child she'd borne. Knew every curl on his head, every dimple and birthmark. But to her knowledge, she'd only given birth once. And Jak...

Jak looked at her with Mar's eyes. He smiled with Mar's left-cheek dimple. And according to Damas, beneath the scarf he never took off, Jak had Mar's portwine stain on the back of his neck.

Phobos didn't need the blood results from the monks to know who Jak was. What she didn't understand was why.

Why had the Precursors given their lost son back, in two different bodies? Why did the older Mar call himself Jak? How had he come to be? And did he even know the impossibility of his own existence?

The wind began to pick up, sending a spray of salt into Phobos's face. She sputtered and spat. Served her right for getting distracted. Grumbling to herself, the angler slung the net over a pole and balanced it across her shoulders. It was getting to be time to take shelter, and her dawdling meant she might not make it to the tower before the sands picked up.

As she trudged through the West Market, shops closed their shutters and people nailed down tarps over stands. The walls and cliffs would protect most of Spargus from the winds, but the West Quarter was open to the sea. Things sometimes got a little dicey on the coast.

"Captain!" Someone called across the street, and Phobos spotted one of the summer semester teachers for the little ones.

"Oye, Captain Phobos!"

"Wind's picking up, Korah," Phobos warned her, "Is everyone home?"

The younger Spargan shook her head with a worried frown. "Not yet! I've got Seek with me -- the new boy? Seek? -- he refuses to go home! Says he needs you."

Phobos dropped the net immediately.

"Clean the net and those are yours," she said hastily to the startled shopkeeper beside her. Then she raced across the street.

Sand was beginning to carry along the wind, stinging her face as she caught up to Korah.

"Where is-" She caught herself quickly before saying Mar. "Where is he?"

The teacher gestured with the stump of her right arm. "I convinced him to wait in the Chime Sisters' place so I could look for you. I'm sorry, Captain. I know you're busy. The little guy's really taken a shine to you, though."

She ducked into a half alley between shops, looking for some relief from the wind.

"Don't know if he's showed you any of his classwork or not, but he picked you for his presentation on important roles in the community."

Despite her worry, a warmth filled Phobos's chest. "I uh. I know," she answered, just a little bashful. "It's taped up in my boat cabin."

So much had changed. Mar didn't suck his thumb anymore. He didn't respond to old nicknames. He didn't snuggle anymore, or want to be carried. He didn't call her Mommy -- that one hurt most -- but something, something was still there. Perhaps it was instinct. Or perhaps she'd rebuilt it with her own two hands by simply being present.

Phobos followed Korah to the two story building that held the Chime sisters' shop and apartment. Just as the teacher had said, Mar sat just inside, huddled next to the door with his knees drawn to his chest. He looked sullen. Like he couldn't decide between anger and sadness. Immediately, Phobos knelt in front of him with a worried frown.

"It's about to storm, minnow," she said, "Why aren't you home? Where's Jak, he usually picks you up by now, doesn't he?"

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. Mar's brows fell into a fierce scowl.

"Jak left me!" he answered in short, terse signs.

That didn't make any sense. Jak was devoted to his little brother! Phobos glanced at the women sheltering around her and then back at Mar.

"I'll take him up to Damas’s," she said. "We'll get this straightened out after the storm blows over."

Nadia Chime clucked her tongue and nodded. "You get that little sprout out of this weather, cap'n!'

Phobos held her hands out to Mar. "Come on, you. Let's go see Damas, eh? Bet you he kept Jak late for training again."

Mar shook his head angrily. This time, tears beaded up in his eyes. But he reached out and grabbed Phobos's hands anyway, using them as leverage to propel himself into her arms.

Something was very wrong.

"Hey, hey," Phobos murmured, returning the embrace, "It's okay, baby, I've got you."

She shoved down the beginnings of anxiety fluttering in her stomach. The sooner she got to the tower, the sooner she could regroup with Damas.

"We need to move fast if we don't want to get sandburn. Can I carry you, minnow?"

Silently, Mar nodded into her chest. Phobos took a breath, scooped up her little boy, and made a dash for the residential sector.

Something's wrong with Jak. He's hurt, or he's sick, he must be. He wouldn't leave Mar. He wouldn't!

By the time she'd made it to the bridge tunnel that led to the tower door, the storm was beginning to sweep across the eastern part of the city. Wind howled down streets an alleys like a dune-wolf looking for prey, and kangarats scurried for cover while Leapers bedded down and covered their heads with their vestigial wings, as they did in the wild. Phobos hefted Mar higher in her arms and made for the door marked with the great spiral wyrm.

"Almost inside, Mar," she said, trying to comfort him.

Just as he had every time she'd slipped his name into conversation before, the child failed to correct her.

The walls of the tower were thick, almost erasing the wind entirely. Phobos stepped into the elevator and sat down as it rose. She set Mar down on her lap and took advantage of the silence to ask, "What did you mean "Jak left"? Is he on a mission?"

Mar still looked angry, but tears stained his dusty cheeks. "He left!" Stupid Haven's stupid governor whined about all the trouble happening -- but it's only happening because they tried to kill us, so stupid Jak left to keep them away from Spargus because they're all so STUPID!"

Phobos felt a knot forming in her stomach.

"Haven?! Why the- why in the world would Jak listen to them? And why would he try to keep them away from the city by himself?"

And with that, the dam burst. The silent trickles of tears turned into sobs that shook Mar's little body as he signed, "Because of me. I'm a bad brother."

"What?! No, nonono you are not a bad brother!" Phobos wiped tears from round cheeks and rocked her son back and forth. "Why would you think that?!"

"Cause it's my fault he left!" Mar hiccuped, and his signs shook. "The Council guys in Haven are looking for me, cos I go where Jak goes. And he- he- he-"

"He left so the council would look for you somewhere else," Phobos guessed grimly.

A fresh flood of tears soaked the front of her tunic as Mar cried. He clung to her the way he used to as a toddler, wailing into her chest. The elevator locked into place and Damas was already running towards them, having heard the cries, before Phobos even had a chance to stand up.

"Pho! What's wrong? What's happening?"

Phobos's face was pale as she looked up at him.

"Daym," she asked, "When did you last see Jak?"

Damas’s blood ran cold.

Part Two

[stargazer-sims]

📩 Simblr question of the day: It's time to appreciate the small things! What's a small detail from one of your posts that you love? Could be a small tattoo on a sim, specific clutter in a sims' room, a little detail in a render or screenshot, whatever is applicable to you

This is a difficult question because I'm a detail-oriented person and I like to have small things everywhere, whether others notice them or not. I enjoy making specific things for my sims which are unique to the original character of mine that the sim represents. I've made tattoos, scars and birthmarks for several of them.

For example, Nikolai & Natascha's birthmarks:

Nobody really sees these, but my characters have them nevertheless, and I decided that if I was going to make sim avatars for them, the sim avatars needed the characters' birthmarks too. Yuri and Kenji also have birthmarks, which I did not make. Ryota Takaichi has a portwine stain (one of EA's).

Félix's two tattoos are made by me, and they each have a fairly involved story behind them.

All of Derek's tattoos except the full sleeve are mine as well. There's no real story behind any of these other than he enjoys being inked. The T-Rex is a play on his nickname, D-Rex, but it doesn't go much deeper than that. Still, the details are important.

I've made custom tattoos for Davey, Fox, Clancy, Takahiro, Seiji, Artie, Hope and Belle too (although Belle and Hope don't get theirs till they're young adults).

My characters have scars as well, many of which I've made custom ones to represent. Fox and Artie have belly scars like Félix's. Yuri has a tiny scar on his stomach from when he had his feeding tube. Fox has a scar on his ankle from surgery. Ji-Soo has a scar on her chest from being attacked while she was on the job as a police officer. Mishka has a scar near his eye from being struck by a broken hockey stick. Beth-Anne has several facial scars from a traumatic childhood incident. (I did not make Miskha's or Ji-Soo's scars, nor any of Beth-Anne's scars except the one on her hand).

Other "tattoos" I've made are my custom alien spots for all ages. All my Sixamish characters have these, and I did make up lore for them as well. Kaji and baby Esri have an extremely rare spot colouration, known as warm polychromia:

Here's a whole polychromatic family:

Tae's spots are monochromatic. This is the most common.

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Another detail I like is jewelry, and rings in particular. They may be something small that not everyone notices, but I think it really completes a character's look.

I'm not sure if this really answers your question, but anyway... there you go.

[vidyagamereference]

Satan canonically has a birthmark on his back and i need more information immediately right now. I simply must know what it looks like! Is it a small portwine stain, a large mole, is it shaped like a unicorn?? I NEED ANSWERS! ineedtotouchit huh?? Who said that

Edit/update bc im unwell:

I mean if it was a big portwine stain theyd say right??? If it was large or somehow shaped in a way that was embarassing they would specify and his brothers would Never Shut Up about it. Oh my god what if theyre portwine stains in the shape of the scar from where lucifer cut his wings off i would explode if that was true

[boricuacherry-blog]

Tina had a portwine stain birthmark.

[chainlink32]

Next birthmark ones I'm planning are a portwine stain for Scott (maybe), a slate grey one for Hank (before he becomes furry), and a couple large nevus (mole) ones for Logan and maybe Cable, (i might give him a port wine too actually)

[pseudolife-archived1]

stranger things verse update  ;  WRENCH

No one really knows Wrench, or where he came from, or how he even got to Hawkins. He was just there one day, at first in the trailer park with a trailer of his own, and then frequently places he shouldn’t be - namely the Hawkins National Laboratory. He’s a self proclaimed anarchist, with an affection for explosives, electronics, and rock music. He’s also someone that’s always looking for a good time, or a way to ‘stick it to the government.’

some notes:

His tends to wear bandanas over his nose and mouth, and a ball cap pulled down low over his face, or sometimes sunglasses. If he’s not wearing those, he’s probably got his bleached hair brushed forward over his left eye. [ see: this art ] The reason for this is that he has a bright red portwine stain birthmark there and he doesn’t like people staring at it. [ see: this screencap ]

He dresses like a menace. [ link ] 

He’s a drug addict, and will steal from friends if it comes down to it to get his fix. He’s also a chainsmoker.

He acts like a goofball and a fool all the time, but don’t be fooled that is a cover. He is extremely cynical and dangerous when it comes down to it. He’s soft to friends, of course, but fuck is he a terror when the time is right.

He’s definitely wanted by at least one government agency, but no one has been able to pin him down or get his name.

He is a terrorist in all the ways that matter, and some that don’t.

[sinclair-annie]

Song of the Dawn, Part One, Meeting Aurora

WARNINGS: CHILD ABUSE, MINOR CHARACTERS DEATHS, CAR ACCIDENT

WORDS: 2100

Thank you @the-slasher-madame​​ for helping me bounce ideas!

Lester was almost sick at what he saw, which was saying a lot, considering his job in roadside cleanup.

 He pulled his truck off to the side of the road, directly behind the flipped car that was resting on it’s roof. The passengers in the driver’s and passenger’s seat were deceased by the looks of them, their bodies a bit battered, but he knew that his older brother could work wonders on them.

 Just as he was going to head off again, he heard something that made his blood run cold.

 A young child crying, soft and frightened.

 Immediately, the man threw himself to his stomach and peered into one of the shattered back widows. To his relief, he saw a (very much alive) girl, still strapped into a car seat with visible bruises and cuts littering her tiny body.

 “It’s alright, Imma get ‘cha outothere,” Lester soothed her as he wriggled himself inside the car. Taking out his trusty Bowie knife, he began to cut the seatbelt that was keeping her safe.

 “Alright darlin’, you’re gonna fall, but I’ll catch you, alright?” Lester asked her, smiling kindly at her as he made the last cut. True to his word, he (successfully) caught her and prevented her from hitting her head. She reached out with her little arms, grabbing a plush bunny from the seat next to her and that little toy seemed to calm her down tremendously. She went limp in Lester’s arms as he whisked her off to his car.

 After buckling her in and rolling down the window to allow a gentle breeze to blow in, Lester all but dove into the driver’s seat and gunned the motor. He caught himself glancing over at the quiet child every few seconds, concern clouding over as he rushed her to Ambrose.

 When he came to the road leading into the tiny town, he groaned, pulling over to the side and getting out- in his excitement of getting to Bo, he’d completely forgotten that he’d need to change his tires over to hub caps.

 He was grumbling as he sped through the task, glancing over into the widow every few seconds to check on the little girl. The second he flipped the last hub cap, he was diving back into the truck, making full speed to Bo’s shop.

 The drive felt like it took a lifetime, but it took ten minutes to arrive at the mechanic’s shop. Lester screeched his truck to a stop and leapt out, all the while yelling for his eldest brother. He was opening the passenger door when the eldest Sinclair practically swaggered out from the basement of the shop, a cigarette clenched between his lips.

 “Bo, her parent’s didn’t make it- had to cut her out of the wreckage,” Lester was babbling as he carried the lethargic child over. “Look at her- she can’t be much older than… what, seven or eight?”

 Bo took one look at the girl and cursed under his breath, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out.

 “Goddamnit,” he muttered, taking her from his younger brother and jerking his head towards the House of Wax. “Get Vincent and have him help you with cleanup.”

 “I can do it myself- Vinny can tend to her. No offence, but he’s more of a doctor than you are,” Lester argued before getting into his truck and peeling out of Ambrose to clean up the accident.

 The girl whimpered softly as Bo took off towards the Sinclair home. He felt something tugging at his chest and when he looked down, he saw that she was weakly gripping at the front, her tiny hands lacerated and caked with dried blood.

 Bo practically barged into the house, gently depositing the girl onto the couch in the living room before leaving the room for a minute to shout for Vincent through the trapdoor in their dad’s office.

 “Alright now sweetheart- what do you say to a bath?” Bo murmured, once again taking her into his arms and bounding upstairs towards the bathroom.

 He sat her on the toilet before turning to make up the bath. After making sure the temperature wouldn’t burn her, he turned and began to help her undress.

 Bo finished peeling off her shirt and frowned at the scars that crisscrossed her body like roads on a map. He gently traced a nasty looking scar that disappeared behind her back and looked up at her.

 “Who the fuck did this to you, sweetheart?” he gently demanded, noticing her slight recoil at the F bomb that he just dropped. Note to self- don’t say the F bomb around her.

 He pulled off her jeans and had to restrain himself from throwing something. More scars covered her legs, some of them were recent. Bo couldn’t help the horrified expression on his face as he took in the battered girl fully. He could feel his twin’s shadow lurking behind his back as he took mental note of what he would have to put ointment on and bandage up.

 “Vincent, do you see this?” the eldest Sinclair demanded, lifting her into the tub. “Thank god her parents were killed in that car accident. Lester found the car flipped on its hood- had to cut her out.”

 Vincent also came into the bathroom and knelt next to the tub, ready to help his brother. He handed Bo what he would ask for- washrag, soap, shampoo, conditioner.

 As she was washed, her injuries became even more evident. Bruises from where the car seat had stopped her from hitting the seat in front of her crisscrossed over her chest and small cuts on her arms that looked to be from relentless scratching were among the most noticeable

 And when Bo finished washing her face, he cussed softly under his breath as he took in the red and purple birthmark that stretched over the entirety of the left side of her face. She tried to hide her face by tucking her nose into her elbow, giving the man a peek at her underarms, which were also marked by abuse. He reached out with a hand and gently cupped her cheek.

 “Hello there, beautiful,” he softly crooned, smiling at her. “You needn’t hide from me- Vincent here-” he nodded over towards his twin. “Also has a birthmark of sorts.”

 At his words, the little girl’s eyes brightened and she turned her attention over to the silent artist. She reached out her arms, as though asking him to pick her up.

 “Go on, Vince- I’m done washing her,” Bo urged. “Imma gonna go and find her a shirt or something to wear until Lester gets back with the luggage.”

 Vincent nodded before turning his attention back to the child. He removed the drain stop and picked her up out of the tub, intending to set her onto her feet and get a towel. Much to his surprise, the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.

 Vincent froze in surprise- what could he do?

 “Damnit, looks like you found yourself someone to care for.”

 Vincent spun and saw his brother leaning in the doorway, wearing a calm smirk. He held up one of Vincent’s old shirts, helping his brother to maneuver his koala- like little human that he realized that he would need to carry.

 The girl pointed to the sink, where she had placed her bunny. Vincent had his hands full, so Bo collected the toy and handed it over with a playful bow.

 “There we go,” he murmured, grinning at the little giggle that she let out. “There’s that beautiful laugh!”

 Vincent could feel the girl’s bones from where she was pressed up against his chest, and that concerned him greatly as he made his way into the kitchen, his mind set on getting some food into the little creature that Lester rescued.

 Vincent sea her down on the counter, not wanting to take his eye off of her for any reason. He relaxed when Jonesy, the family rescue dog, trotted into the room and made a beeline towards the girl. With a little squeal, she slid off the counter and onto the floor, where she happily began to play with the pit bull mix.

 Vincent smiled under his mask as he turned his back to her to warm up a can of soup- he didn’t want to feed her anything too rich and end up with her being sick.

 As he worked over the stove, he could hear Jonesy licking the girl’s face and her giggling in return. He smiled underneath his mask as he got a bowl and spoon out. He glanced behind him and saw that Jonesy had positioned herself in between the back door and the girl.

 Good girl, Jonesy, he thought as he filled the bowl with the meal and carried it over to the table.

 Vincent was smiling as he set the bowl of soup and spoon on the table before turning to the two friends on the ground. The girl perked up slightly at the scent of soup and stood on wobbly legs. Jonesy padded alongside her as she tottered her way over to the chair that Vincent pulled out for her. When she had settled herself, she reached for the spoon in Vincent’s hand.

 Instead of letting her feed herself, Vincent dipped the spoon into the bowl and soup and held it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth and took in the first spoonful.

 Vincent continued feeding her, noticing that Jonesy was sitting next to her chair, looking ever diligent and loyal to the newcomer. He noticed that her birthmark, which looked like paint had been splattered over the right side of her face, did in fact look like a bruise at first glance. But now that he was closer, the color was inconsistent with bruising.

 At the feeling of Vincent’s eye on her, the child turned and hid her nose in the crook of her elbow. Vincent’s eye crinkled in concern at her bashful attempt to hide her face from him. He set the spoon down and raised his hands to his mask to remove it.

 Once he had done so, he tapped her arm two times before retreating back once more, taking up the spoon once more and sitting back to wait for her to come out.

 When she recovered, she took one look at Vincent and jumped out of her seat to crawl up into his lap. And then she did the last thing he ever expected from her- she placed a gentle hand on his scarred face.

 Her careful fingers tiptoed across the expansive plains of angry red, avoiding the hole where his eye would’ve been, gently caressing his cheek with a whisper of fingertips. A gentle hum exited her month as Vincent caught her eyes and smiled at her. She flashed a shy smile in return, pulling back and settling in his lap.

 She was mostly asleep by the time Vincent had finished feeding her. He stood with her cradled in his arms and began to make his way upstairs to get her situated in his old bed; since he spent most of his time under the House of Wax, he didn’t sleep in the house much anymore.

 Halfway up the stairs, the child dropped her toy bunny. Vincent paused, wondering if he could chance grabbing the plush while still holding the girl. Before he could come to a discission, Jonesy swooped in and picked up the toy and looked up at her master.

 Vincent only nodded down at the dog before continuing to his old room. He stepped inside, a small smile on his face as he pulled back the blankets and tucked her in. Jonesy jumped up onto the bed, rotating to drop the bunny at her head before resting her head on her stomach.

 Just as he was leaving, the little girl spoke.

 “My name is Aurora.”

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[lilac-vode]

my design for Mid Commander Wikivv of the Grayshrike!! (:

[spiderworries]

Hey lakebloggers I have a question- I see a lot of people referring to albert’s “scar”-but I always assumed the mark on albert’s face was just his portwine stain having grown. What are y’all’s opinions?

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

When you have a character whose name you can't remember for the life of you so you just call him Gorbachev

[popcornucopia]

Hit me up if you got a portwine stain birthmark

[yesterdaysnewts]

📁

ive got a good couple i want to share

Hatchetfield - Hatchetfield is around the size of Warrington just with less schools because frankly Warrington has more than two high schools

Spies are forever - Both Owen and Curt have hearing loss to some degree cos they work with guns, theyre blowing shit up often and they grew up when smoking was very common thats gonna leave some damage to their ears

Newsies - Albert has a portwine stain birthmark - Specs had a strawberry mark which affected his already very bad eye sight