#haircuts for thin hair and round face

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 18

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: happy weekend.

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“How do you like it?” Luciana asks as she spins you to face the mirror.

Your eyes round at your own reflection. You can’t help but lean forward to get a better look at yourself. You never had a haircut like this. Nothing more than the discount trims that were often worse than not just growing it out or your at-home hack job.

“Wow,” is all you can utter.

“I hope that’s a good wow,” she chimes.

“Uh, yes, yes,” you sit back and tear your eyes from the mirror. “Thank you, it’s–”

“Oh, aren’t you so lovely!” Frigga interrupts as her heels click across the salon, “oh, it’s so wonderful. Look at you!”

Before you can react, the chair’s turning again. Frigga sweeps your hands away from under the cape and pulls you to your feet. Luciana moves to undo the long black shroud and swipes it away from your body, littering more hair onto the floor.

“Just a moment,” Luciana girds and brushes the stray bits from the back of your shirt, “there we are.”

“I must say, darling, you are even more stunning than I thought,” she keeps a hold of your right hand, “oh, Eliana, El!” She tweets across the salon, “what about makeup? Hm? Nothing too heavy, maybe a lip and some mascara–”

The platinum blond chuckles, endeared by her demanding client. You see where Laufeyson inherited that; the way the command rather than ask. You could never.

“I’ll take the little fawn,” Eliana agrees, “I have just the thing in mind.” She approaches on her long slender legs, “she has perfect colouring.”

You can’t help but preen at the compliments. You’re not used to them yet, you doubt them. These women are all so put together and gorgeous, surely they’re just being nice. You’re so much the opposite, your like a novelty; a doll for them to dress up.

“Sit,” Eliana points to another chair, “just relax, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

Frigga lets you go and you obey. You climb up into the chair and gasp as the back reclines. Eliana starts by swabbing your face with a cool liquid then pats it dry. Next, she applies a fragrant moisturizer. Her touch is relaxing but strange. You’re not used to anyone touching you.

You close your eyes as she sets to her work. She explains that she’s applying some liner and how to get a little wing at the end. She says you should keep it thin and subtly, then has you check your first eye in the mirror.

“You see, a nice brown, or grey is all you need, black is so harsh,” she shows you the pencil she used.

“Oh, thanks,” you murmur.

“Let’s even that out,” she nudges you back again and you appease her.

As she draws on your other eyelid, you hear a subtle buzz, followed by Frigga’s shrill greeting. She apologises to someone unseen before she carries on her call, heels tapping further and further away. You can hardly focus between her, Eliana’s directions, and the chatter all around you.

“Mmhmm, yes we were thinking of the Garden…” Frigga trails off as the door rings then swiftly blocks out her conversation.

“Mascara, look up,” Eliana directs, again, you obey. There’s nothing else you can do.

As nice as it all is, the hair, the makeup, and all her lovely plans, you can’t help but be embarrassed. Frigga, and Mr. Laufeyson, know you can’t afford all this. It doesn’t feel as much like kindness as it does condescension. As if they are the blessed elite giving you, a noone, with all their privileges. 

It’s not a kind gesture, but a statement. You’re so far below them, you don’t even know what you don’t have. If you are to be anywhere near them, you have to fit their mold.

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After the salon, Frigga drags you down the shopping strip. You shy away from the gleaming windows and the faceless mannequins in their luxurious outfits. You couldn’t wear any of it. It wouldn’t look right. Anyone would know in an instant that you don’t belong.

Inside the first shop, you make yourself as small as you can, crossing one arm to cling to the other, folding your shoulders in. You’re frightened of brushing against anything or knocking over that hand display with all the jewelry on it. As you pass a mirror, you nearly trip. You forget for a moment that it’s you staring back.

You shake your head and back away. You don’t like that feeling. You don’t recognize yourself. Even if you never really loved the girl looking back, she was familiar.

“Darling,” Frigga gives you a start as she nears, “how about this? Hm? It’s absolutely adorable.”

She holds up a purple dress; almost like an overall but more refined with three buttons along the right side. She has a plain white blouse behind it. It’s lovely but you don’t know if you like the length. You don’t think you’ve worn a skirt since grade school.

“Oh, it’s… nice.”

“Come on, try it on,” she pleads, “it would look so good on you, darling. With your figure.”

You gulp and blink, looking down at yourself. What figure? The boxy button-up and straight-legged tweed don’t betray much of that. Your body is your body; it’s just there.

“I’ll try,” you relent. It wouldn’t be polite to say no.

“Alright, you take this to a dressing room and I’ll find some shoes,” she shoves the hangers at you, “excuse me,” she turns and waves to the associate who greeted you on entry, “yes, please, she needs a room.”

The woman with ginger curls approaches and you hand over your, or rather, Frigga’s picks. Her name tag reminds you of her introduction; Celia. She guides you into the back to a large room lined with curtained stalls. She takes you to one and hangs the clothing within. You thank her quietly and turn to stare at the lilac fabric.

You sigh and pull the curtain shut. You strip away reluctantly. It’s all so surreal, you don’t want to believe it. You’re wary of the unusual good luck, the unearned generosity. Why would Mr. Laufeyson agree to this? And why would Frigga want to spend time with you, a maid wearing a title beyond her means?

“Darling, are you ready?” Frigga calls through as her heels tap out her arrival.

“Almost,” you call back, shimmying into the purple overall as you try not to rumble the sleeves of the blouse. 

You refuse to look at yourself before you face the curtain and brace yourself. You step out as Frigga waits patiently, sitting on one of the leather poufs with a pair of white loafer flats in her lap, little silver bows clasped by the toe.

“Oh my,” she gasps as she rises, “oh darling, that’s… that becomes you. Oh,” she nears and hands you the shoes, “put these on then. Let’s see the whole look.”

Like most things in life, you let her bowl you over. You just go along with what you’re told. You go through the motions numbly, waiting for it to be over.

You bend to slip into the shoes one at a time. Once you stand, she ushers you around to face the mirror. She squeezes your shoulders before playing with your hair, setting you straights as she stands behind you.

“Look at you, darling,” she purrs. 

You falter as you see the woman staring back at you. That’s you! You can hardly see yourself under it all. You press your hands to the skirt, wishing for a few more inches, and squeak the soles on the floor as you shift awkwardly in the stiff leather.

“This is it. It suits you so well. Sharp collars, cinched here,” she touches your waist, “I think we have a good start.”

“Um, thanks, but er…”

“You can wear that out. It’s a lovely outfit for lunch,” she insists, “but I’m thinking a few boucle jackets, some matching skirts, a splash of pastel,” she rambles on dreamily, “pearls, of course, maybe some rose gold…”

Your brow pinches over your nose. You don’t know what to do. You can’t say no and even if you were brave enough to, you don’t think she’d hear you. She’s like her son, that way. She only sees what she wants and there’s no denying her.

“Oh, thank you so much for humouring me,” she drawls, “you know, ever since the divorce, I’ve been terribly lonely.” You’re startled by her sudden shift. You blink at her, “my own daughter was never one for the shops, at least, not with me but Sif… she… well, c’est la vie.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Why? Oh, don’t apologise, it is me who should,” she laughs at herself as she leads you back into the shop room, “to you and your own mother. I have accosted her daughter!”

You nod and seal your lips. You feel the pluck in your chest. You distract yourself with a nearby dress; it’s beige and boring.

“I hate to overstep but Loki did mention your father is sick. I’m certain it can’t be easy,” she hums, “it never is. You and your mother–”

“My mother…” you pipe up, voice cracking. You shake off the wave of dizziness and sigh, “my mother is dead.”

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” she touches her chest, “dear me, I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have–”

“I’m not upset. I never knew her,” you shrug and move on to a more colourful dress. “Just me and dad.”

“Well, it’s nice you have each other,” she says.

“Yeah,” you agree dully.

She’s quiet as she browses beside you, sifting through hangers. Tension ripples between you. Neither of you know what to say.

“How about this?” She holds up a satin blouse in a dainty shade of rose, “it would compliment your complexion.”

“Um, sure,” you let the thickness in the air slake away, “I… I’m not picky.”

“Oh, darling, you are too agreeable,” she teases, “you best not let my son play on that. He could always hear a no or two, yes?”

You nod, uncertain what she means. He’s your boss, you don’t tell him no. He doesn’t ask for your input. He just says and you do. That’s why you’re here. He needed a toy to give his mother, and you’re playing along.

🧹

The restaurant is just as resplendent and upscale as the shops. You try to keep stride with Frigga as she struts up to the open doors, a hostess standing behind a podium just outside as the sunlight beams down in a mid-afternoon haze. She smiles at the elder blonde as she greets her with enthusiasm.

“Good afternoon, we were hoping for a table outside,” Frigga declares.

“For two?” The hostess asks as she looks down at the tablet in front of her.

“A bigger table, please, we have someone joining us,” she answers.

“Great, we can fit you in,” the woman assures and waves you through the small gate of the patio. 

She takes you to a table near the colourful flower beds and offers the drink menu. Frigga thanks her and sits as you mimic her. You do your best not to fidget despite the persistent displacement zinging through your nerves. She browses the menu and taps her groomed fingernail on the table.

“Is it too early for Zinfandel?” She wonders.

“Oh, I don’t… know,” you put your own menu down, content with a glass of cranberry juice.

“Or perhaps a white?” 

You shrug. You don’t drink. You never have and never really thought of trying it. You rub your cheek and look around, squirming at the other diners in their carefree conversations. What are you doing here?

A new server approaches and takes your orders. Frigga gets her wine and you murmur your request for a glass of juice. You hand over the menus and she checks her slender golden watch.

“Mm, I did say two,” she tuts and takes out her phone.

It’s almost amusing to see someone disappointed in Mr. Laufeyson. To be on the other side of the table. You’re not the one rushing to meet a deadline for once. You twiddle your hands in your lap and peer around at the din.

A table of women sit with cocktails and green salads, gabbing loudly. They are probably your age. Friends. Something you never had. Probably never will.

“Mother,” a voice proclaims across the patio and you wince. It’s familiar but not the timbre you expected. Maybe it’s a coincidence.

“There you are,” Frigga stands and you turn to look over your shoulder at the burly blond. Oh.

You rise too, not wanting to seem rude. Thor hugs his mother and kisses the top of her head, “I was caught behind an accident,” he explains, “oh,” he faces you, “and who… it is the little maid!” He takes you by the shoulders and you flinch as he bends to kiss your cheek, “you remember me, yes?”

You can only nod as you wriggle out of his grip. You resist the urge to wipe your cheek.

“Maid! Do not call her that,” Frigga chides as she sits.

You lower yourself back to your seat. Thor drags out the chair next to you and you try not to show your discomfort. He is almost too wide for the seat as his thigh presses to yours.

“I never got a name, you know? Brother hides everything away,” he sniffs, “so forgive me,” he leans as he tries to look you in the face, “a proper introduction is in order; I am Thor, you recall, hm?”

You nod again and eke out your name. He offers his large hand and you hesitate to take it. You won’t be rude though. His grip swallows your hand up, tight and unyielding. When he finally releases you, you let out a slow breath and stare at the table.

“Speaking of,” Frigga remarks, “he is late.”

“Not surprising, he can hardly be bothered to leave his cave,” Thor scoffs, “what a nice colour.”

He touches the button on your dress and you squeeze your legs together, trying to sidle away without being obvious.

“Thanks,” you murmur.

“Oh, we had a wonderful day shopping,” Frigga supplies, “she’s so sweet.”

“Ah, yes, I’m certain father will be happy to hear you had a spree,” Thor chortles.

“What he doesn’t know…” Frigga giggles.

The server returns and sets down the stemmed glass of dark wine and your juice. Thor orders rye as you lean forward to sip, the tangy flavour tautens your cheeks. You feel your chair shift and sit back, only to meet the curl of his fingers on the back rest. He doesn’t draw away, his leg splaying wider to touch yours again.

“So we are waiting on him?” Thor challenges and slaps his stomach with his other hand, “I’m starving.”

“We’ll give him another ten,” Frigga girds, “perhaps he is also stuck in traffic.”

“Not to worry,” Thor booms, “we can have fun without him, eh. Probably more.”

“Oh, don’t,” Frigga reproaches, “this is supposed to be a nice family meal, you will not start with him again.”

“It wasn’t me. He’s the one who stormed out–”

“Enough,” she interjects, “we are moving past it.”

“I’ve moved on,” Thor insists, “mother, really, I am not the one who keeps picking fights.”

“Mmm,” Frigga purses her lips, “nor do you discourage them.”

“Me?” Thor feigns innocence, his fingertips brushing the back of your collar, “I only said hello and he went out of his mind.”

“Um,” you sit forward, knocking the table slightly, “er, I… is there a bathroom?”

“Oh, yes, darling,” Frigga turns to you as if only then recalling your presence, “just through the front door to the right.”

“Thank you,” you stand, “sorry, uh, excuse me.”

You turn and scurry off, clutching the sides of the dress to keep it from riding up. Once you get inside, you roll your shoulders, trying to shake off the sensation of his touch. You reach back to tug at your collar.

It’s peculiar to think, but you hope Mr. Laufeyson gets there soon.

[indigosunsetao3]

Homecoming

Another submission for @the-californicationist 500(ish) word no name COD Challenge.

MDNI | smut

He was home.

You haven't seen him yet but you can sense him, as if your body could feel the energy shift in the house you share. You toss your keys into the bowl by the door before peering into the empty living room.

"Love?" You call out as you walk further into the house, eyes spying the duffle on the ground.

There's a shuffling noise from the kitchen and he appears in the doorway. A sneaky grin plays on his face as he sips on his Scotch and leans on the jamb to look at you. He's already showered, his chest still glistening with droplets of water and the smell of his body wash permeating the air.

"There she is," he says softly as he tips back the last fingers of his drink, the ice clinking on the glass before he sets it down on the bookshelf nearby. "Come here."

You clear the gap between the two of you, reaching your hands out to him. You let your palms slide up from the waistband of his sweats, over the scar on his stomach, slowly scratching your nails through his chest hair before settling them on his shoulders. He watches you like a predator, his eyes trailing over your movements before meeting your gaze with clear intent as he grabs your hips.

This is how it always went, talking would come later. You both needed to feel one another; your soft touches cooling the raging soldier underneath his skin while his rough calloused hands set your dormant passion ablaze.

He pushes you harder into the door frame and you whine a bit at the bite of pain on your spine. He doesn't give you a chance to protest more than that, his lips finding yours roughly as he slides his hands down to your backside and under the skirt to heft you up in a quick motion. His fingers knead the skin there as he possessively kisses you, not giving you a chance to breathe properly as his mouth steals the oxygen from your lungs and he grinds himself into you.

Your nails rake through his hair feeling how he needs a proper haircut. The edges are jagged and uneven with the way it's grown out but it gives you something to grab and pull lightly. He leans his head back in your grip with a surprised chuckle as he gives you a moment to pant. For as big and rough of a brute he is, he enjoys when you fight for control every now and again; pushing his buttons and riling him.

You tug a little more with a smirk and he huffs bending his head back further. His eyes never leave your face and you can see the hunger, the need, in his gaze as you watch him curiously. His fingers dig into your soft thighs in warning; his restraint is waning.

He gives you one more second of control before he leans in to bite at your lip and yank you roughly against him. He moves toward the kitchen counter pushing things to the floor with a sweep of his arm, not caring as the sound of tinkling glass meets your ears as it hits the tile.

There is a perfectly good bed upstairs, or even a couch in the living room, but patience was never his forte. He wants you there and now.

He doesn't bother to strip out of his pants, only tugging them down enough to free himself from the restraint of the sweats. You squirm as you stare at him pumping himself as he looks at you, the feral smirk on his features making your heart flutter.

He's even less concerned about your own clothing, his fingers sliding the soaked thin cotton of your underwear to the side as he notches himself at your entrance. One last soul-altering kiss is all you get before he's inside of you with a rough thrust that makes you both cry out in one another's mouths.

He gives you a few seconds to adjust before he sets a brutal pace, his arms caging you so you have nowhere to go as he slams home over and over. The pleasure he pulls out of you is enough to make you not care about the fact that walking is going to be difficult the following day. Especially since you knew this barely counted as round one; this was just for him to take the edge off.

[sorbeau]

what are your like essentials/you have to put in accessories or traits for drawing the bad kids?

BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE A LIST FOR YOU PAL

i have so many designs for these guys but there are certain cornerstones that MUST be upheld.

for Adaine, i love giving her huge round glasses, more often than not with some cute glasses chains or dangly accessories with them. im my heart she's also very tall and lanky, perfect awkward teen girl build. i like to keep her facian features very oval shaped, a sharp chin with a rounded jawline and a straight and thin nose.

for Kristen, I like to make her hair curly and cover her in freckles. she was the chosen of helio!!! she's kissed by the sun!!!! she's always looking sunburnt and tan in my heart. I also love making her rather stocky, just a stout girl with a big smile. i like to give her very rounded and robust facial features, chubby cheeks, a big button nose, and very expressive eyes.

for Fabian, his design is the one that changes the most imo. i could put him in one million different hairstyles and one million different outfits. i think his cornerstone design aspect that cements him as Fabian is his eternal smirk and general prettyboy aura. also the eyepatch is a pretty big tell. i like to give him sharp rectangular features, a strong jawline, defined cheekbones, and a straight nose, occasionally dropping in some cheeky dimples.

for Gorgug, i really like to give him a longer haircut, as well as part his bangs to sort of cover one eye. he's very rectangular to me and has a very long but toned build. i like to keep his face very rectanguler but rounded and soft, a square jaw and defined cheekbones, but soft brows and eyes with a large downturned nose.

for Fig, her design is also one that changes a lot, but that in and of itself is a huge part of her character!!! she's spontaneous and rebellious, and I always make sure her design reflects that. her hairstyle hats lots of subtle changes, but i like to stick to alternative microbangs a lot and making her horns curve inwards slightly. a little demon tail is optional for her, but always fun. i like to give her very heart shaped features, with a pointed chin and round defines cheeks, as well as a pointed button nose and expressive but sharp eyes.

for Riz, i really like to lean into the feral/animalistic side of goblins that we see in fh. sharp teeth, big sharp catlike eyes, and large expressive ears. im also a huge fab of giving him digitigrade legs and paws and a fuzzy tail. in my heart he's sharp and scratchy and covered in fuzz. i like to keep his face sharp but round and cute, he's got round cheeks but a sharp jawline, a small downturned nose, and wild expressive eyebrows.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Samuel Seo x Reader: Haircut

"Hmm your hair's getting long."

Samuel tilts his head just out of reach, leaving your fingers outstretched and clasping at thin air.

"Then I'll ask my assistant to schedule an appointment," he doesnt bother to look at you, eyes continuing to scan over his documents.

"Sammy~" Your hand is retracted, but now you thrust your entire head in his field of vision and up close so he has no choice but to pay you attention.

Just because you're in his face doesn't mean he has to look at you.

He closes his eyes, and rubs his temples instead. All too familiar that if something piques your interest, then it means an incoming headache for him.

"What."

"Why can't I cut it?"

He opens one eye at that and see your hopeful grin.

You're an idiot.

"Absolutely not."

.

.

"Ok now keep your head down," and Samuel keeps his head down obediently.

The fact that Samuel Seo, someone who is meticulous about his grooming habits, has given in and allowed you to do this is one thing.

But there's something terribly endearing about this man, who is usually so headstrong and unyielding, being docile and compliant.

It tugs at your heartstrings.

"Get a move on."

Well, so much for that

The clippers buzz away, trimming back his undercut. He stays still and silent, letting you angle him this way and that, face soft and vulnerable without his glasses on.

Once you're done and brushing the stray hairs away with your fingers, Samuel's eyes flutter close and you linger - just for a moment on his forehead, his nose, his jaw, his neck.

A ghost of a smile appears on Samuel's face when he realises what you're doing.

How can you help it though. He really can be too handsome for words when he's not being all ornery and difficult.

With careful hands, you pull at the long strands and snip away - taking an inch or so off the lengths. Working your way round his head then finally, cross-checking and double cross-checking your work.

As you crouch down in front of him, eye-level and fingers lightly grasping and running through his hair to ensure it's even, you sneak a few more glances at his face.

Eyes so dark, almost black, that you find hard to tear yourself away from. The faintest scar on his left cheek that is invisible at a normal distance. A pale freckle on his lip and a hint of a five o'clock shadow along his sharp jawline. Tattoos that extend from the neck and continue below the collar, teasing at what is hidden under there.

Damn, you think, watching his lips part slightly as he breathes, it's unfair how hot this guy is.

"All done?" he asks, amusement now dancing in his eyes as he catches you studying his face.

Samuel had agreed to this because. Because, he suppose, when has he ever said no to you? Though he didn't think ahead to how intimate it would be; the proximity of your body, breath tingling his skin, tender touches everywhere.

And now. The way you look at him. He feels heady. Drunk.

"Yeah," you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "All done."

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

I'm not sure how I'll continue it yet, but this is the infamous pastel grunge punk!Steve I ended up writing instead of tentacles, so enjoy XD

Sparked by this beautiful post

By @discodeviant because while I was reading, Beggar's Song by Matt Maeson started playing in my head.

Steve looked into the backroom bathroom's cracked mirror and fixed his hair for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes. It was practically a ritual at this point when he was nervous. Well, maybe it'd become his lucky thing after tonight.

He brushed the hair away from his face and clicked his tongue ring pensively. From one side, his new haircut still had his usual thick brown voluminous waves with highlights that nearly brushed his shoulder. From the other side, he'd had it trimmed down into a disconnected undercut and dyed baby pink. He'd originally been planning on dying all of his hair pink and getting both sides shaved, but had chickened out. He'd still been thrilled by the outcome though.

Or at least he had loved it just this morning. But would everyone else? Had he made a mistake and fucked up one of the only good things about him-

A fist banged on the door and Robin's voice came through the door. "Come on, dingus, you're already pretty. Stop spiraling and let's go!"

Steve smiled and let her in. "Aw, Buckley, I'm pretty? Even pretty enough for you?"

Robin snorted and wrinkled her nose. "Don't push it. Now get your ass up on stage before it escapes those pants and makes a run for it. You're never going to throw those out, are you?"

Steve looked down at his worn thin jeans and yeah, maybe they were a bit tighter than usual in the ass, but their new apartment had a lot of stairs, okay! Despite it being almost more holes than pants, they were comfortable and definitely something his parents would never have let him wear when he'd still been under his dad's thumb. So of course that made them his favorite.

He turned and washed his hands once more. Robin let out a choking noise and pointed at his ass. "That's a new hole."

For a split second, Steve thought she was talking about something else until she poked at a spot on his ass not covered by the pants. There was a new hole in his jeans that showed off a not small peek of his ass and thigh. But it was low enough that Steve wasn't too worried about it.

"Buy a guy dinner first, jeez." Steve teased her.

She just slapped his ass. "Yeah, sure, I know a great little place on Easy Street called Cafe Puttana."

"Did you just call me a whore in my own mother tongue, Buckley?!" Steve gasped dramatically. "And maybe if you dressed like this more often, you'd stop having to resort to handing out free drinks to get a girl's attention." Steve hip checked her as she giggled at him and opened the door. "Now let's get this show on the road before everyone notices their favorite bartenders are both missing. My public awaits." He adjusted his pink jean vest over his Nirvana t-shirt as he stepped out, still picking, still-

"Your 'public' is a bunch of drunks, punks, burnouts, and half dead partiers." Robin hugged him from behind just before they got to the stage in the bar. "So don't let the nerves get you. Just have fun and sing me a song, piano man."

That got a genuine laugh out of him. "I'm no Billy Joel, but I'll see what I can do, uptown girl."

Robin went up on stage to announce him. She hyped him up as best she could given her audience and got a not too bad round of applause. Steve wasn't expecting much, this was a gig he'd just gotten only because he worked at the bar and the band that had been scheduled to play had canceled. He usually worked as their bartender and he was good at it. He probably wouldn't have gotten either job if Robin hadn't stepped up to bat for him.

Steve practiced his breathing exercises as the players they could find on such short notice got ready. He stepped up on stage, gave a friendly wave to the regulars who recognized and cheered for him.

He took a seat at the piano he'd had to tune himself before the show because it got so little use.

"Hey, you bunch of vagrants and drains on society." His words were met with proud hoots and hollers. "It's me, Steve, your favorite bartender." This was met with a loud boo from the bar, Robin playfully heckling him.

"That bunch of assholes the boss hired canceled, yeah, I know. So you get me instead, aren't you lucky? Usually you have to buy a drink to get to listen to my dulcet tones." Steve grinned as the crowd booed, whistled, and catcalled. "So enjoy the music, I wrote it myself. Yeah, that's right, fuck you, I have layers. Or if you don't like it, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the view you bunch of pervs." More catcalls.

Steve signaled the players and waited a moment, waiting for his cue, as they played the intro. They weren't bad for only two days of practice.

Jesus, come talk to me

I am but a blind mess, I am wild and free

I know that I need us more than I need me

One more whiskey, I am wild and free

Steve started playing as he continued singing.

Oh, but I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Steve didn't hear any hecklers, not that he thought anyone was that willing to get on Robin's Shit List, but he still didn't dare look up.

Oh, my mother Mary, come walk with me

I am on four drugs, I am wild and free

I know that I failed less, the less I knew me

Wander through the darkness, and come walk with me

Steve felt good about the beat and the band seemed to be really getting into it.

Oh 'cause I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Ay, yeah

Yeah I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Yeah, yeah

He timed his breathing as the band trailed into the chorus.

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve nodded and belted the post chorus.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve blinked his eyes open when he felt a bit of an echo- no, there were people singing along. He recognized Robin's off key voice and smiled. Steve sang out the lyrics with his whole chest.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

He could hear a lot more voices raise with his as he sang the last chorus as the band tapered off. "Come on, beggers!"

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

For an embarrassing moment, Steve thought he might fucking cry at the roars from the bar. Yeah, it was a few dozen regulars, drunkards, and partiers blitzed out of their minds, but it was leagues above his self doubt's worst case scenario. He had to swallow hard more than once before he felt confident enough to talk into the mic again. 

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, you assholes?" Steve knew he was probably smiling like an idiot, but it was hard to care. "Give a hand to the band, they had like two days to fucking practice my crap, holy shit."

The bar clapped and yelled for them. The band looked pleased with the positive attention and a few waved back. One flipped off the audience much to their delight.

"Now, the rest of the songs are covers, the good shit, I promise." Steve announced. "So spend your fucking money, don't forget to tip, and enjoy."

They ended up playing some Nirvana, a little The Clash of course, Dead Kennedys, Siouxsie and the Banshees, through in a Motley Crüe song, and topped it off with his beloved Queen.

To Steve's honest surprise and giddiness, there was a demand for an encore of Beggar's Song. He led them through it one more time before ending for the night. Closing time was in less than an hour and he wanted to help Robin out with last call.

They got a decent amount of tips that he let the band take the lion's share of, but still got a sweet fifteen bucks on top of the thirty his boss had already paid him. He'd be able to buy some pretty good food for him and Robin this month.

That's all I got for now!

The backstory is Robin and Steve moved together somewhere after Robin got kicked out for coming out to her parents.

Maybe she stayed with Steve until her parents told his parents and they called to tell him to send her home, whatever. Robin and Steve decided to strip whatever they could from the house, sell it, sneak into her room while her parents were gone to pack, and they rode off into the sunset. 

Now they have a shitty apartment, jobs at a shitty bar, and they've never been happier. ❤

I have plans to bring Billy and Eddie into it later.

Two Nights Ago

Robin: I volunteered you for a gig

Steve: I've only sang in front of you!

Robin: it's time to fly, I'm kicking you out of the nest, dingus

Steve: does this make you my mama bird?

-Robin throws a pillow at him-

Steve: how could you do this to your child!

[krys-in-the-playhouse]

Felt like posting some notes I've made for myself when I'm drawing my girlies. I don't always remember all of them, but I do try to keep most of these in mind when I'm drawing the girlies. These are also all subject to change as my art style changes or if the girlies undergo significant changes later on down the road. It also helps for writing too, so if anyone needs physical descriptions that the visuals don't quite provide, here's a short list of traits to help picture them better. These are also in no particular order, just jotted down at the time I was thinking the trait. Some might also be super short and to the point.

Also, as a heads up, I'll be talking in detail about cis-female bodies, so mentions about boobs and the like are gonna feature here. And I talk very briefly about Houki and Abby having stretch marks on them because they've had kids, and that Abby stole Vincent's clothes when she was pregnant, but that's the extent of it.

And down we go!

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Houki (IkeSen)

Circle/Round shapes

Friend shaped, soft round friend

Squart and thick. She is short and stout, like a lil teapot.

She has stretch marks almost everywhere you'd expect them to be. Most prominent areas are her upper arms, stomach, and breasts, made especially more prominent after the birth of her son.

Skin tone is closest to light medium.

Hands are small with short, chubby fingers

Center parts her hair

Black hair with blue undertones. Hair reaches the middle of her back. Very straight for the most part. Usually keeps her hair loose at all times.

Round, green eyes. Very bright green eyes

Round glasses, goes around her eyes. She cannot see without them. Her hand has to touch her nose in order for her to see it clearly without them (which means she's severely near-sided)

When she smiles, it's usually small, closed mouth smiles. Her face doesn't really express big emotions, or if she is experiencing a big emotion, it's a lot more subdued compared to the average person. It has more to do with her upbringing rather than something physical like with Sasuke.

For IkeSen, she wears a medium blue kimono with pink trimmings. If there are designs on her kimono, it's usually flowers or butterflies. She's also often wearing a dark blue haori/jacket

Ophelia (IkeSen)

Sharp, straight shapes

Pale skin and hair, they just barely match. Her hair is white, some lights might make it look very pale blonde

Bangs sweep to the left (her right), which is where her hair part is and how her hair sits. Straight hair. For 7KPP, her hair is a lot longer, most often kept in a crown braid on top of and close to her head. With IkeSen, after she leaves Nobunaga and company, she cuts it short, shorter in the back than the front, curving to frame her face. She's got the Karen haircut, lol

Sharp, red eyes. Stole the description of Nobunaga's eyes being carnelian because I liked the image, so she and Nobunaga have the same eye color.

Bean pole shape, not much curving to her. Clothes give her more curves than she actually has

Average height

Beauty mole on her chin

Long fingers on slender hands. She used to wear gloves when she was in her home world to hide the fact that, though she was a noble, she's had to do a bit of manual labor in her life and her hands showed it. It was detrimental to the wealthy noble image she needed to portray, so she hid it a lot of the time. She doesn't wear them while in her IkeSen era, however, especially after she joins up with Kennyo

For IkeSen, she wears a dark red kimono that ends at her ankles, usually plain with no patterns, with medium red trimmings. Over it, she wears a thin obi and a wrap-style skirt called a mobakama over that (also red).

She mostly hides her emotions to be pleasant and pleasing to those around her, so she can keep up the image of the demure, high-class lady to get what she wants. Once she's done some emotional healing, however, her smiles seem more genuine and natural compared how she used to smile back home.

Thea (IkeVamp)

Bean-pole, tall and thin, willowy

Long shapes

Brown hair with warm/reddish undertones. Keeps it long. Kind of a loose bell shape around her face to soften the lines of her jaw while the rest is braided down her back for working convenience. Fully unfurled, her hair reaches her butt. Bangs sweep to the right (her left)

Freckles, freckles for days. Most concentrated on the apples of her cheeks and nose with some on her forearms and shoulders

Large, round blue eyes.

Pale skin with pinker undertones/warmer under tones

Slender hands with calluses. She's a seamstress by trade so her calluses are most prominent on her thumbs and forefingers. Has been gaining more of them since she started living in Comte's mansion and does more manual labor with Sebastian.

Her everyday wear at le Comte's mansion consists of a button-down yellow blouse, long blue skirt that reaches her ankles, and spat boots that button up the side. When she's working with Sebastian, she'll also sport a white apron because who wants to get their clothes dirty while working? Not Thea.

When she goes out into 1890s Paris, she dresses in the fashion of the day. Comte is quick to provide her clothes (bc sugar daddy gonna sugar), her usual wardrobe involving warm yellows and browns with fake flowers to match.

Very open with her expressions, she's quick to smile big and laugh if the mood strikes her. You'll also know when she's upset because the frown would be so, so deep. She also talks with her hands a lot, so if her face isn't showing what's she's feeling (a rare occurrence), her hands are also a dead giveaway.

Abby (IkeVamp)

Petite, soft shapes. The boba and hips have some gentle curves to them.

Short stature, small, slender hands

Cutest tummy pudge, wanna kiss it. Has most of her stretch marks here, made more prominent after she has kids.

Short, blonde hair. Lengthens and has more volume as she gets older. Usually worn straight with a little curl at the ends

Pale skin with some golden/cooler undertones

Round, warm brown eyes.

At first, she usually always looks nervous, always keeps her arms close to her body in the beginning because she's a nervous lil bean, she wants to take up as little space as possible. This changes once she gains more confidence in herself.

Wears boxy sweaters, sweater vests, and dress pants at first because she wasn't confident in her body (among other things) so she dressed to hide what she didn't like looking at. During her first pregnancy, she was notorious for stealing Vincent's clothes (less so in her later ones) because she felt more comfortable in them for this reason. Later on, she does pick up some more feminine styles like long flowy skirts and rounded sleeve tops as she gains more confidence in herself.

Maddie (IkeRev)

Oval shapes, as opposed to circle shapes like Houki

Short and curvy. Girlfriend is stacked like a brick house

Cool green/almost greyish colored hair, kept short with some fluff to it

Plum colored eyes. Round eyes

A lot of cool colors overall

Light medium skin, maybe with some yellow undertones to contrast with her other cool colors

Two pink earrings each on the tips of her ears and one in the lobe parts.

Sometimes has flowers in her hair, usually pink ones

Long shirts, short jackets

Always in boots. Made for walking and that's just what they do. Most often seen in knee to thigh length ones.

Wears chokers like 90% of the time

Another that likes to talk with her hands, like Thea.

Also pretty open with her emotions, smiles big and laughs loud.

Debating over whether to give her tattoos. Will determine this at a later date

Clara (IkePri)

Pear-shaped. Might not have the boba of Jin's dreams, but she does have some nice hips. Clavis approves.

Long brown wavy hair with cooler undertones. Usually keeps her hair in a low bun. If she's going to bed, she will braid it.

Round almond shaped eyes. Light pink eyes. Long eyelashes

Medium skin. Maybe just a touch darker than Jin with cooler tones as opposed to his warmer ones

Short but has a strong build. No strong wind is going to push her over. She could probably bench press Nokto and Rio if she really wanted to.

Dress her in warm tones to contrast with all of her cool colors. Orange is a good color on her, plus it links her with her friendship with Rio. Light blues/teal are also good for representing her relationship with Nokto.

Long skirts is the name of the game, baby. I usually put her in an orange one with a white blouse that has ruffled cuffs.

She dresses like an old-school librarian, mostly covered save for her hands and her head.

Still sometimes wears her engagement ring when she and Nokto were fake married, just not always on her finger.

Reserved when it comes to expressing her emotions. Wants to be strong for her loved ones but that can also lead to her coming off as cool and aloof. Catch her in the right mood and she can be super sweet and expressive (talk to her about MidCin or about making bread and tell me that girl isn't expressive, I dare you.)

Miri (Obey Me)

Soft shapes, friend shaped.

Similar proportions to Abby, gentle curves, soft and squishy

Short queen, thank you

Small hands. Asmo paints her nails pink! Also noted by Asmo after they make their pact together, her pointer and ring fingers are the same length on both her hands, which is neat to him. It's also noted that she has smaller than average ears, for a human.

Curly pink hair, her curls varying from loose weaves to tight coils. Her hair starts off short and choppy in Season 1 and gets longer and more maturely styled as she goes through the later seasons. By Nightbringer Season 3 (current season as of right now), it's mid-back length.

In the beginning, she dresses more to hide her body in the beginning because she's not confident in herself and doesn't know how to accessorize and become the hot girl of her dreams. This changes as she gets more comfortable with herself, plus surrounded by fashionable demons also helps with that.

Dark skin tone. Has warm/pinkish tones to her skin to go with her pink hair.

Has light pink to purple gradient eyes, round and wide for her curiosity.

When she creates pacts with the brothers (because I saw headcanons for this and I wanted to include it with Miri too) their symbols appear as tattoos on her skin. When she summons them or evokes magic in their name, it glows their signature color (Blue for Lucifer, Yellow for Mammon, etc). When she's using magic on her own without a brother, she glows white. When she's not using magic, the pact marks are invisible.

Locations of Pact Marks:

Lucifer: Over her heart

Mammon: Behind her right ear

Levi: Left kneecap

Satan: Right Forearm

Asmo: On her lower back

Beel: Stomach, above her navel

Belphie: Throat, right on her windpipe

Her RAD uniform has a knee length pleated skirt (skirt is grey but the inner pleats are red) and the cape portion is long, meeting her thighs like Satan's does. Depending on the season, she'll either wear a pink ribbon as her tie, or even a bolo if the mood strikes her. She wears white knee socks and black Mary Jane shoes. Like the brothers, she also sports a green button up shirt under the jacket, the hem covering to her mid-thighs while the belt sits at her natural waist, buckled properly.

Post OG Season 2, she wears Lucifer's Ring of Light, an older style ring that helps her to control her powers. She wears it on her left hand ring finger.

OG Season 3 and beyond, her Sorcerer Society tattoo is over the back of her right hand, showing the three staves and seven stars symbolizing her as a member of the Sorcerer's Society.

[zombiedcattle-art]

[Image ID: A cartoony, unshaded drawing of four characters standing in a line. All have a color palette of pink, magenta, purple, and yellow with thick black outlines. Each has a small signature reading "zombied cattle" overlapping their body. The background is plain white. The leftmost character is a stout, older woman with medium-dark skin, a square face, square glasses, a curly close-cropped salt and pepper haircut, a hook nose, body hair, a purple tank top, pale yellow pants, gray socks, and purple sandals. She has one hand in her pocket, and the other is doing finger guns. She smirks and looks toward the upper right where she points. The next character over is a tall thin young man with dark skin, a round face, black chin-length locs, big round glasses, a big goofy grin, a short, sleeveless magenta dress, a poofy pink sweater overtop, and black slip-on shoes. He stands straight up, not doing anything. The next character over is a tall, somewhat curvy person with pale skin, stubble, a purple baseball cap which casts a shadow over the top half of their long pointy face, green eyes, short blonde hair, a cropped pink button-up shirt, suspenders, purple pants, and cowboy boots with spikes on the bottom. They stand slouched with their arms at their side and a cynical but aloof expression. The rightmost figure is a very short girl with medium-light skin, a shaggy purple haircut with bangs and black roots, a round nose, a big toothy smile, a purple baggy t-shirt with an illegible messy logo on the front, a thick black belt with a big yellow buckle, oversized magenta shorts, and purple boots. She is looking up at the previous figure, waving. Her other hand is behind her back. End ID]

a lineup of some characters of mine ^__^

im doing art fight this year!!!! :D

[cashew-cow]

@eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes-eyes dtiys (that i screenshotted so very very long ago and only just drew)

[Image ID: a digital illustration of jon sims from the magnus archives. he is a thin south asian man with graying hair that has clearly grown out past a near haircut and several round scars ob his face. he is sitting in a bathtub fully clothed in a white dress shirt, a black tie, and black pants. the shirt has become slightly transparent from the water and you can vaguely see his nipples and top surgery scars through the fabric. in one hand he is holding a lot cigarette and the other is dangling over the water with a black ring on his middle finger. he is looking into the middle distance from behind square glasses. the wall behind him is tiled and blue and the few bubbles in the water have small eyes in them. next to his head is written #eyesdtiys with a stylized eye below it. End ID]

[a-queer-seminarian]

There was one man whom Francis of Assisi loved more than any other — yet he was written out of most biographies.

id: video features a white genderqueer person with brown hair buzzed on the sides, sitting in front of a bookcase with a personal altar in the lowest shelves, glowing with candlelight. Several art pieces are shown throughout the video, and are also shared under the readmore with further descriptions.

The information shared in this video comes from an article by Kittredge Cherry (here) and an article by Franciscan scholar Kevin Elphick (here).

Click here for my first video on Francis and here for the second video.

"Lord, Make Me an Instrument of Your Inclusion" by Tony O'Connell.

ID: a print in primarily blue ink showing St. Francis surrounded by various animals, bordered by trees, with the sun in the upper right corner and a crescent moon in the upper left. The only color on the print is a vibrant rainbow arcing behind Francis's shoulders.

"La perfecta alegría" by Josep Benlliure.

ID: a painting of a snowy landscape that looks cold and unwelcoming. Two figures in Franciscan robes make their way through the snow, looking cold and tired. One holds his hands together in prayer, looking heavenward; the other's head is downcast, and he leans on a staff.

"Francisco se cobija en una cueva" by Josep Benlliure.

ID: A sepia-colored drawing of St. Francis and another monk in a cave. Francis is reclining against a rock and holding up a cross, gazing heavenward. The other monk sits at Francis's feet and clasps his hands in prayer.

Brother Elias, located at the baptismal font where St. Francis was christened in the Cathedral of San Rufino in Assisi, Italy. (Photo by Kevin Elphick).

ID: a bronze image of a friar's face in profile; he has a large nose and the tonsured haircut of a monk. The other image is an illustration of Elias with his hands clasped in prayer, peering down at the dead or dying Francis, who reclines with a halo round his head.

Detail from "Study for the Last Supper" by Becki Jayne Harrelson.

ID: Close up of Jesus and John sitting at a white-covered table; Jesus wears a purple sash leaving his left shoulder bare. Presumably John is in similar garb, but the way he leans into Jesus's side conceals any fabric from view. Jesus smiles down at John, with one arm slung over John's shoulder. John grins back.

"Francisco bendice paternalmente a sus discípulos antes de fallecer" by Josep Benlliure.

ID: sepia-colored drawing of friars gathered around Francis's deathbed, which has a cross hanging on the wall above it. Francis has stigmata on his hands and is thin and gaunt. Many of the friars kneel with their hands clasped in prayer. The one in the center foreground kneels with his head in his hands, shoulders hunched in grief.

Josep Benlliure has over 50 illustrations from the life of Francis; you can look at all of them here.

[neonshrike]

Face and change for Penny?

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

Penny is actually one of my favorite face designs I've done.

She's definitely babyfaced, her face shape is more round/oval and isn't very long. Her eyes look sad by default, the bottom of her eyes are more round than the top. The bridge of her nose is a little more flat, and then the end is upturned, like a button nose. She has pretty thin lips, unlike most of my other characters, I don't draw her with them.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Her green hair is actually natural, and she was never really one to change things significantly like hair or tattoos. I think it was a big adjustment when Penny got her first outfit besides a vault suit, and it takes some time to really find her "style" if such a thing can exist in the wasteland.

[corailsalonblog]

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[frostbounddevotion]

@ofxcrimsonxedge

ofxcrimsonxedge asked: ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ [ From Sukuna :3 ]

        Eight concubines float around the room. All beautiful in their own right. Apple round cheeks, thin noses, and narrow eyes greet Sukuna. Bright rose petal lips drawn over their natural pouty mouths smeared themselves along Sukuna’s neck and body. Heavy rice powder painted all of their faces and necks. Silk robes adorned their curvy figures while they served their honored guest hand and foot. Ebony hair of various lengths, the longest being ending at the ankles, were as black the stains used for their teeth. 

         A banquet was served half an hour ago. It filled their bellies with fish and pheasant, accompanied by pickled vegetables, polished rice, hearty soups and rice cakes. All participants washed down their meals with sake through the night, and Sukuna, as per usual, hedonistically overindulged. 

        Two women sat on either side of Sukuna’s lap. One stroked his chest, the other caressed his arm.  Despite the sexual attention, Sukuna looked over a woman’s shoulder to meet eyes with Uraume. With mildly slurred words, he says: ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞

       Uraume closed their eyes. An sturdy, regal strength radiated through their posture. They offered Sukuna a masterful, deep, bow and gentle smile. Uraume, now glowing with pride, responds, “Thank you, Master Sukuna. The sentiment is mutual.”

         The concubines giggle in unison. Some visibly rolled their eyes. Others discretely scrunch their nose in disgust.

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        That evening Uraume walks through the halls to prepare Sukuna’s evening bath. They overhear the concubines in their room and something catches their interest. Uraume’s zori halts by the door and they decide to take a listen.         “-Important? How?” One asks. This voice was bright and soaring.

        “Uraume IS his assistant,” answers a graceful one.         A rich, feminine voice decides to chime in. “Still. Who wants to look at that ugly thing? That haircut. Eww.”

        “Right? Is Uraume a man or a woman? They lack breasts and their jawline is too strong for a woman. And as a man-” adds the bright female.         A fuller, more sultry voice insults Uraume. “Man?!?” One laughs, “Uraume is tiny! Their arms are too slender! Their voice is too soft.  He/she/it would make a sorry excuse for a man. Did Sukuna cut its dick off or something?”           Uraume pushes open the door with all their strength. Hot pink eyes glow with deep seeded rage. Rational thought falls by the wayside, allowing their emotions to take complete control.           “Ugly?” Uraume retorts. “I lack breasts, my jawline is too strong, my body is too small…” Their voice grows darker with every word, with each syllable becoming more sinister. “And you speak of my genitalia as though I owe you an explanation.” Their breath becomes chilly enough to be visible in the room. They hand cups in front of their lips.  “Disgusting cum rags you all are, and disgusting cums rags you shall ever be.” 

            They blow an icy mist that engulfs all four walls. Blood curdling, piercing screams echo down the halls. Desperation lay thick within the confines of their room. Uraume’s ice freezes the sheer terror onto the women’s faces. A wall of jagged ice pillars pierce through their bodies. Wet cracking and snapping brings a sadistic smile to Uraume’s lips. Profound depraved pleasure rises to the surface when warm blood intermittently splatters on Uraume. The lives Uraume stole was ridiculed by the chilling, lifeless sculptures Uraume left behind. If ice was the canvas, blood was the ink, and Uraume was ready to bask in its euphoric color.  

[bellehalla]

Do you think you could describe the appearances of our main soldiers? ( heishi, weald, etc.)

hello love!! omg i hope you're still around

AHH i adore the main soldiers so much! I try not to give too much description when it comes to my characters since I let readers interpret them from their personality and character in the story instead. But there had been some questions regarding their appearances (like Ilya, which @escapismnotfound illustrated!! check out their blog and art!!) so I guess it's time I give some of them some faces. Officially leaving MC as the only faceless one lmaoooo

And oh boy, this is ONE LENGTHY post. I enjoyed writing it <3

Ewald

nation: Mondstadt

height: 5'4

shortest one in the company. idk if you remember but in chapter 1, he had facial hair but had to shave it off around chapter 3 when the program officially started. he's short, stocky, and kinda looks like a human version of a pug. he grew out his black hair which is probably the same length as MC's which reaches their shoulders, but you won't really notice it since he always have it up as well. he has accentuated jowls and his cheeks kinda hang that make him look tough. i referenced him from one of the characters in Mulan, Yao! (same vibe too)

Jurgen

nation: Mondstadt

height: 6'1

the Dad of the group. Jurgen's another Mondstadtian. he's tall, has broad shoulders and beefy arms that make him seem like he gives great hugs (he does). he's soft-faced, and has high cheekbones. every time he smiles his cheeks get so round. also has brown eyes. same haircut as Huffman, but has caramel colored hair.

Heishi

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'4

he already has an impressive height, but his face tops it all. he's slim-faced with prominent cheekbones and straight nose, framed by his midnight blue curls. he's more lean than buff, but he's trying to pack up some muscles. if it weren't for his military uniform, it's easy to see him as another man from a prominent family. his ruggedness is more from his VERY unruly hair.

Ira

nation: Mondstadt

height: 6'0

the clown of the group. Ira's very lanky despite his appetite. he's kinda cute if he knows how to dress and carry himself. with his sharp jawline, tall nose, and short ginger hair, he could really pull the ladies (don't tell him this). but alas his charm is in his crooked smile. take it as it is. he doesn't mean anything bad when he smiles big and wide.

Hiroto

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'5

big and tough, a bit buffer compared to Heishi. long dark hair that reaches the middle of his back. unlike Ewald and Rin, Hiroto likes to let his hair loose, so sometimes the soldiers see it. square jawline and heavy brow ridge that makes him look angry all the time. though fun fact, he's very attentive to his eyebrows and prefers to keep them clean and plucked. there's just so much to know about this guy.

Kita & Kenji

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'2

they're not twins...as far as they know. but they do look so much alike save for their builds. when Kita first appeared (oh and fun fact again, Kita was the one that egged Rin on during their first day when she fought Ewald) he had short grey hair. Kenji convinced him to shave his hair into a buzzcut, so now they're sporting the same haircut. they're quite youthful in their appearance as they have a more rounded face. Kenji's face is sharper compared to Kita. Also, Kenji's upper body is quite bulky, but Kita's trying to catch up (he's almost as thin as Ira, so it might take awhile to bulk up).

Luka

nation: Mondstadt

height: 5'9

does anyone remember this guy? he's not that significant, but i have to balance out the count per nation lmao. he has yellow hair. handsome with his big round eyes, and high cheekbones. though he's more adorable than handsome, really.

[libraryofplotbunnies]

ROs Physical Description

Full physical description of each of the ROs

Royce

His short brown-black hair is slightly tousled with the middle parted and the back cut extremely short. He has golden highlights throughout his hair that he touches up frequently. He has a petite goatee that is kept trimmed with plans on growing out a mustache eventually.  He has beige-colored skin with almond-shaped blue-gray eyes. There’s a beauty mark under his left eye towards the outer edge. He’s often seen with a ruddy blush as he gets more and more into the bottle. He has a broad athletic body type from his high school jock days and constant morning workout sessions. His face is diamond-shaped with a celestial nose and high cheekbones. His nose is slightly crooked from a football practice gone wrong when he was a teenager. His hands are slightly calloused with a few scars from his excursions as a kid. He’s often seen in what many would call party or frat boy clothes. He’s never seen without his gold-rimmed sunglasses. They’re prescription glasses as he has some vision trouble but not as bad as his brother.  He’s a big fan of pink and yellow with his clothing choices. Timmy Turner was an inside joke within his old friend group due to his love of pink and his former buck teeth.

Douglas

His brown-black hair was normally styled in an Ivy League haircut but has since grown out his hair into a disheveled mess. It falls into his eyes constantly but he pulls it back with a headband during research. There is a five-o clock on his face from when he does remember to shave. He has thin almond-shaped blue-gray eyes and beige-colored skin. He has a beauty mark under his left eye towards the outer edge.  His skin is a tad paler than usual as he doesn’t go outside as much as he did in his youth. He has a thin but slightly pudgy build. He doesn’t exercise anymore so he lost his more toned figure from his teenage years. He has a diamond-shaped face with high cheekbones and a celestial nose like his twin brother. His face is narrower compared to Royce’s though. He wears glasses with dark blue frames. He can’t really see well without them due to his severe nearsightedness. Velma was an inside joke amongst his old friends as he acted just like her when he lost his glasses. His clothing is in darker or desaturated colors though he is a fan of blue-violet. He’s often seen more comfortable clothes like sweats or pjs which is a far cry from his old extremely formal style.   

Rosette/Amanda

Her hair used to be brown-black before she dyed it pink. She had it done after she cut all ties with her family. It’s cut along her shoulders and kept in messy waves with it parted on the side. She pulls it back in a simple updo if she’s doing more manual freelance work or a more intricate style for special events. She has round almond-shaped gray hazel eyes and beige skin. She has beauty marks on her right cheekbone and neck. Her skin has been getting more tanned lately as she spends a lot of time outside due to her freelance work. She also has some minor scars along her arms and legs from the manual labor she does. She has a stocky physique from working and her more liberal eating habits. She has the same facial features as her brothers but hers look more rounder and rugged compared to theirs. She has some tattoos on her body as many have seen the wide rose tattoo sleeves on her forearms and the music notes on her left calf, but she has a secret one that she won’t let anybody see. Her outfits mainly consist of floral shirts and loose pants for ease of movement, but she has a more punk style for her music gigs at the bar. People can often spot her miles away with how bright her clothes are. Her sound beats headphones can always be found close to her person along with an old, braided friendship bracelet on her left wrist and a gem necklace around her neck.

Marianna

Her orange hair is straight with a slight wave towards the bottom. It reaches to about her waist, but most don’t see that as it’s kept in a tight bun. She only lets her hair down when she’s in the privacy of her home. She has sharp dark amber eyes that shine brighter in certain lighting, but it just looks black at night. She highlights the sharpness of her eyes using mascara and eyeshadow to make them stand out. She does this with the rest of her facial makeup as well. She does this to accentuate the sharpness of her facial other features and display a very severe and powerful image when she’s out doing town business. She has an inverted triangle-shaped face with a slightly upturned nose and full lips. She uses a light shade of lipstick to make her lips pop against her fair skin but not too much. She also has to put on a lot of sunblock with how easily her skin burns in the sun. Her nails are painted a dark red and frequently manicured. She has a very lithe and toned body due to her running regimen. Her clothing is the essence of a girl boss as she tries her best to make sure that everybody knows she means business. She likes to accessorize with pearled jewelry though she has a soft spot for a necklace that’s been passed down in her family for generations.

Edward/Edith

They have wavy copper-colored hair with Edward having a short and slightly tousled look while Edith has hers cut below her ears and parted in the middle. They have the same sharp dark amber eyes as their sister, but their bright demeanor helped soften and brighten their eyes. They also have the same inverted triangle face and upturned nose, but they didn’t have the sharp features. They have a much rounder and softer face compared to her. Their skin was fair with a very faint spattering of freckles on their nose from running around outside. They had to put sunscreen on to avoid burning in the sun but ended up with sun freckles regardless. Some classmates described them as the angel to Marianna’s devil. They would wear light makeup that covered up any blemishes that can be spotted though they didn’t like covering up their freckles. They were shorter than their sister with an athletic body from playing soccer and joining their sister in her runs. They wore very posh and formal clothing due to their overbearing mother wanting them to look their best 24/7 and to represent the family properly. They only let their freak flag free if they were going to be alone with their best friends or if their sister wouldn’t tell on them. 

Juste/Justine

Their black hair is in locs going past their shoulders, but they kept it together in either a ponytail or bun. They have some locs outside their updo to frame their cheekbones and forehead as they get a headache when they pull all it back. It is wrapped by an orange or pink patterned bandana though they get odd looks from some of the locals. They don’t like people messing with their hair as some bullies did some horrible things when they first arrived in town. Their dark brown eyes are downturned with their eye bags being covered up by makeup. Their skin is an espresso brown with a deep scar on their right cheek from an incident involving some bullies. They have a rectangular face with a strong jaw and a slightly bulbous nose. They wear metal-framed glasses with large rectangular lenses. They can see relatively well without them, but it causes a massive headache to focus on their vision. They have a very muscular build due to their frequent boxing training and intense exercise routines. They wear black business suits and clothes when they occupy Marianna on her duties and performing tasks for the Lanshires, but they add some personal flair with their ties or socks. They wear more colorful clothing during their downtime.

Lucero

Their hair is tightly curled and dyed a light blonde. The brown roots of their hair are visible when they take off their beanie which is exceedingly rare. Luz wears her hair in a big floof that ends around her neck while Lucas wears his hair with the middle parted and cut along his ears. He also has a bit of scruff on his chin that is light brown. They wear a black beanie on their head that has little pins that they switch out each day depending on their mood. Their light brown eyes are wide and round with them looking golden in certain lighting. They have a heart-shaped face with a pointed nose and slightly perked ears that make them look almost elven in appearance. They have dimples on both cheeks that appear when they smile, which is often. Their skin is almond colored with no imperfections or tattoos. They have a flexible and lean build. They took yoga and some gymnastic classes as a child and kept up with it as they grew older. Their clothing is in a pastel color scheme with bright patterns to pop out against. They wear a touch of black to offset all the colors. They also wear pins on their jackets if they can’t fit them on their beanie. They wear a golden cross necklace around their neck that they’re a tad protected of as it belonged to their deceased mother.

Ji-Min

Their raven black hair is straight and at shoulder length though it can appear greasy when they get too engrossed in their research and forget to take a shower. They pull it back into a messy ponytail to keep their hair out of their face and it’s just easier for them. [M] Ji-Min has a stubble on their face from shaving a lot. Their black eyes are monolid and slightly upturned with deep bags under their eyes from endless sleepless nights. There are little worry lines forming on their forehead from the stress of wanting to know what happened to their friend. They have two metal bar piercings on the top of their ears but they’re relatively small. Their face is long, almost oblong shaped, with a straight nose and their mouth is almost always in a frown or grimace. They have an average build. They don’t really exercise or really anything that isn’t evolved in the quest for the truth. They have a tattoo on the inside of their right forearm that serves as a permanent motivator for when they want to quit. Nobody has seen this as it’s always covered by their jacket. They wear just about anything they can grab in a moment’s notice and slip on.  The jean jacket is always a constant though, regardless of the weather or temperature. 

Doran/Deirdre

Their chestnut brown hair is kept in messy waves and has some sort of shaved component. Doran wears his in a short-undercut style with it having huge volume while Deidre has hers swept in half shaved look and reaching past her shoulders. They never pull their hair back for anything and just let go free, however they will make tiny braids when they feel like it. Doran has a growing beard though it mainly looks like scruff at the moment. They have hooded eyes that are forest green with a ring of brown around the pupil. Their face is oval shaped with a droopy nose and strong chin. They have multiple piercings on their ears with a pendant hanging from their left ear. They have an athletic and toned build from hiking and traveling. Their skin is peach color with an easy blush from their cheeks, nose, and ears. They also have freckles covering the majority of their body. They have tattoos in multiple places on their body that depicts a mural to their Irish heritage. The most eye-catching is the Celtic tree of life on their back.  However most just see the tree branches and vines peeking from their shirt collar, the Celtic knots growing from their hands, and the butterflies around their ears. Their attire is practical and is set in natural tones for their traveling lifestyle. They have bohemian clothes for their relaxing days. They carry around their backpack everywhere and have a necklace they keep tucked under their shirt. They also wear a leather bracelet that has charms from the different places they’ve been.

Paul/Palina

Their hair used to be blonde as a child but after the incident it started turning white. By now it’s mostly white giving their hair almost a platinum blonde look. Their hair is always in disheveled mess with Paul cutting his past his ears and Palina cutting hers past her shoulders. Their bangs are a tad long as it will get in their eyes. They have round light blue eyes that seem to get bigger when they’re scared or terrified. Their face is round with a buttoned nose and little crease between their eyebrows from worrying. They have minor scars on their face from the incident. Their facial expression is anxious or freaked out the majority of the time. Their skin tone is almost porcelain in color as they are compared to a doll sometimes if one ignores all the scars. They have a very thin and lean build. Almost waifish. They have more scars littering their body from the incident with the biggest and deepest one on their chest. There are some tattoos they got over the years with the most visible one being the date of their revival on their wrist. It serves as a reminder that they are alive and mark the beginning of something new. Their outfits are meant to make sure that they don’t stand out. They prefer black as it’s one of their favorite colors but will dress in brighter blues and whites if they feel safer. They also have a collection of horror theme merchandise [t-shirts, wristbands, pins etc.] that they will sometimes wear. Despite being a scaredy cat, they love horror films.

[theywithnoname]

how i originally saw the magnus archives characters before i looked at any fanart. something nobody asked for but i wanted to share anyway bc i get frustrated when people start to police character designs.

my original jon was a boring white guy with professional short wavy black hair with greys at the temples. i guess i saw him as white bc i just reflect my own identities onto characters? also in a really fucked up way, if anyone is gonna get a super underserved promotion it’s gonna be a white guy (part of the horror ig lol) :/ he’s always been tall to me. shorter than martin but at least 5’11. he’s thin but not emaciated, a healthy weight for his hight or whatever. he has green eyes and rectangular glasses. i still see jon like this, except his skin is a darker, more olive tone, and his hair is curlier. i have never seen him with long hair though. the longest it gets is around his collar.

for martin, i took the “not the smallest person” to mean that he was super tall (like 6’1 or 6’2) not a reference to his weight or body shape. i actually originally saw him as super skinny and scrawny, but ive since adjusted that to make him look a lot like mike from the newest bake off season lmao. to me he’s white with dark brown hair that’s a bit wavy and shaggy but just in the sense that it makes him look youthful. he wears round tortoiseshell glasses, knit sweaters, and corduroys.

tim looks exactly like his VA. i can’t see anyone except mike lebeau in my head when i hear tim. except on the rare occasion where i see markiplier for some reason. my original idea of tim was just a vague Hot Guy with dark hair, nothing too detailed.

i’ve never had a mental image of sasha bc i hadn’t really heard her much, she was just a vague Prescence in my head when she was referred to. when i listen to the show now, i see the fandom’s version. not!sasha however has always looked like gemma chan. she has long stick straight black hair, dark eyes, and wears turtlenecks and trousers.

i’ve never seen melanie as the fandom design. to me she has always looked EXACTLY like freema agyeman as martha jones in dr who. i think lydia (melanie’s VA) sounds just like freema so that’s who I always saw. melanie is black, has dyed hair (there’s no specific color i see, it’s just dyed Vibrant), wears dark clothes, and heavy shoes. her hair is straightened and she wears it in a spiky bun quite often. she’s short, maybe 5’4.

georgie is white and a natural ginger, 5’6, medium build. she has a heart shaped face and a wavy bob with bangs and she always tucks her hair behind her ear. sometimes she has a jellyfish haircut. she dresses like one of those new hippies: patchwork skirts, flowing cardigans, big boxy silhouettes, some crochet pieces. this is how i’ve seen her since i first listened and it hasn’t changed at all.

i originally saw basira as having long curly hair (3C curl pattern to be specific), dark skin, and sharp eyes. idk how else to describe them. when she’s not in her police uniform she wears all black and owns a lot of hoodies with graphics on them. she’s about 5’6 and the same body type as georgie, if not a little bigger. i still see her pretty much just like this, if ive been looking at a lot of fanart then my brain will make her a hijabi, but it’s not a constant design in my head.

daisy looks like dulcie collins from deadloch. she’s tall (at least 6’), thin and muscular, white, with long wild blond hair. she’s always looked like this for me, except after she gets out of the coffin i decided that her hair would be so matted from the mud that she would have to cut it into a pixie. she wears a lot of graphic tees and jeans. she owns only a few sweatshirts or sweaters and they’re all a little oversized for her.

Podcast fanartists baffle and amaze me. I've been seeing TMA fanart for *years* on the peripherals of my feeds, and I always assumed that there was official art or clear descriptions or something because there was always variety in the designs, but there were things that were almost always the same, just like fanart of any visual media.

Here is a list of all the main character descriptions I am aware of that exist in the 200 episodes of The Magnus Archives (not counting scar descriptions):

Johnathan Sims

"Scrawny"

Premature grey hairs

Martin Blackwood

"Not the smallest guy in the world"

"Uncanny" resemblance to his father. Whatever he looks like.

Sasha James

"Tall"

"Long hair"

"Glasses"

Timothy Stoker

"The hot one"

Basira Hussain

...

Alice "Daisy" Tonner

...

Melanie King

...

Georgina Barker

...

The amount of details that everyone has just agreed on being true for all of these guys is legitimately wild

[babycrownengineer]

How to Fix Badly Cut Curtain Bangs?

Because of their easy elegance and ability to frame the face, curtain bangs have gained popularity as a hairstyle. But far than being a fashion accessory, poorly trimmed curtain bangs might be a source of annoyance. Don't worry if your curtain bangs are uneven or unattractive. This tutorial will show you how to repair improperly trimmed curtain bangs and restore their gorgeous appearance. 

Typical errors when cutting curtain bangs. 

Unequal lengths: It might appear unbalanced if one side is longer than the other. 

Too thick or thin: Bangs may seem too dense or sparse because to improper sectioning. 

Blunt edges: Rather of blunt cuts, curtain bangs should have delicate, feathery edges. 

Wrong angles: Rather than framing the face, incorrect angles might cause the bangs to fall awkwardly. 

Too short: Bangs that are cut too short may take longer to grow out and restrict style possibilities. 

Step-by-step guide to repairing uncomfortable curtain bangs. 

Evaluate the harm.

Examine your bangs carefully before making any changes. Determine the precise issue: Are they too short? Uneven? Too thick? Knowing the problem will help you choose the best course of action for resolving it. 

Blending and trimming.

The necessary tools are: 

A pair of sharp haircutting scissors. 

Comb. 

Sectioning clips. 

Steps: 

Split the bangs: To make the central area clean, use a comb. To keep the remainder of your hair out of the way, clip it back. 

Trim small parts of hair: Start by trimming little parts from the longer side of the bangs if they are uneven. You can always take more off later, so always cut less than you think you'll need. 

The ends should be feathered: To get a softer, more feathery effect, hold the scissors vertically and cut tiny snips into the ends of the bangs. 

Combine with the hair around you: Take little parts and make gentle snips toward the scalp to thin out heavy bangs, being careful not to go overboard. 

Adjusting for thickness.

If your bangs are very thick, think about these tips: 

Thinning out:  

To minimize bulk while preserving overall style, use thinning shears. 

Cut softly with thinning shears, paying special attention to the center and lower parts, then comb through the bangs. 

Re-sectioning:  

Take another look at how your bangs are divided. If you want to make your hair thinner, you may need to draw part of it back into the main body. 

Using style to hide flaws.

Until your curtain bangs grow out, style can cover up little flaws. 

Blow-drying:  

To softly bend the bangs away from the face, use a round brush and blow dryer. 

Use a mild mousse or style cream to maintain the style. 

Flat iron curls:  

Give your bangs a little wave using a flat iron to help them blend in better with the rest of your hair. 

Twisting or braiding:  

If your bangs are excessively short or uneven, think about twisting or braiding them back into your hair and pinning them in place while it grows out. 

Growing out bangs.

Growing your curtain bangs out gracefully can be the best course of action if they can't be fixed right away. 

Standard trimmings: 

To preserve shape and avoid split ends, schedule routine cuts every four to six weeks. 

Use an accessory: 

While your bangs are growing out, dress your hair with scarves, headbands, or clips. 

Healthy haircare routines: 

Avoid putting too much heat on your hair and use moisturizing shampoos and conditioners to keep it healthy. 

Curtain bang wigs. 

Curtain bang wigs are always a simple and quick approach to change or experiment with your appearance. These wigs provide a number of benefits. 

You can style as you want:  

Because curtain bang wigs are available in a range of colors, lengths, and styles, you may switch up your appearance without getting a haircut. 

Quick fix:  

A wig will instantly conceal an improperly trimmed bang while giving you a more put-together look. 

Require less maintenance:  

Compared to real hair, wigs require less care, which saves time on daily style. 

Experimentation:  

Before making a permanent alteration, try out several wig styles to see what kind of bangs look best on you. 

Protective style:  

By shielding your natural hair from excessive style and heat damage, wigs can encourage healthier hair development. 

How to style curtain bang wigs according to different face types? 

You may improve your overall appearance by styling curtain bang wigs to fit the contour of your face. The following advice relates to various face types: 

Oval face: 

An oval face looks good with practically every curtain bang design. You may try with different parting techniques and lengths. Particularly attractive are soft, layered bangs that frame the face. 

Round face: 

To give the appearance of longer hair, choose curtain bangs that are longer and sweep to the sides. This gives definition and lengthens the face. 

Square face: 

To soften powerful jawlines, go for curtain bangs with feathery, soft tips that fall below the cheekbones. More dimension can be added with a little curl or wave. 

Heart-shaped face: 

Use slightly longer bangs at the sides to balance a wider forehead and a smaller chin. This softens the forehead while highlighting the cheekbones and eyes. 

Long face:  

A long face might seem shorter with shorter curtain bangs that fall just below or around the eyebrows. To further equalize the proportions, add volume with curls or waves. 

Diamond face:  

Pay attention to curtain bangs that draw attention to the cheekbones. The natural angles of a diamond face are accentuated with medium-length bangs that slope towards the jawline. 

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Avoiding mistakes in the future. 

Use these tips to steer clear of badly trimmed curtain bangs in the future: 

Stylists for research: Select a hairdresser who has trimmed curtain bangs before. 

Unambiguous communication: Bring reference images, and make sure to express the length and style you want. 

Frequent upkeep: To maintain your bangs looking their finest, schedule routine cuts. 

In summary. 

Although repairing incorrectly trimmed curtain bangs may seem difficult, you may bring back their stylish appearance with perseverance and the appropriate methods. This article gives you the skills you need to control and perfect your curtain bangs, whether you decide to grow them out, style them, or cut them. Keep in mind that hair regrows and that every setback is a chance to improve your style.