#her septum is smaller

[hislittleraincloud]

I think it’s because she butchered her hair at the beginning of 2023 and it hasn’t grown back to how it fully looked when she shot s1 since

Also the nose thing - might just be different contour or the way her nose is angled in the videos they are forcing her to do for this garbage season.

Meh, I just do not like the new wig as it was in the two TikToks we've gotten. I want her tendrils back. They beautifully framed her face, but in the new Thingtok video it actually looks like she's wearing a very bad wig:

Why change it? The style is just...for the third time, it makes her look like a little kid who cut her own bangs (and as we know our Wednesday is a perfectionist and wouldn't walk around like that). They look worse from the side without the tendrils.

As for her 👃🏻, a series of Now vs. Then:

I dunno how much more y'all need to see.

[birthofvcnus]

tell me u’ve never been within 500 feet of a woman without telling me u’ve never been within 500 feet of a woman

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

"Findis was made by combining the names of her parents. Little is said of her in the Silmarillion. She did not go into exile, but went with her mother after the slaying of Finwë and they abode among the Vanyar in grief until such time as it seemed good to Manwë to restore Finwë to life." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Peoples of Middle-earth, "The Shibboleth of Fëanor"

@finweanladiesweek day 2 » FINDIS FINWIEL

[ID: a picspam comprised of 12 images in shades of gold, brown, and white.

1: A close-up of Bianca Quiñones, a puerto rican/mexican/irish/scottish woman with brown freckled skin and bleached blond hair. She is looking directly at the viewer with a serious expression and is wearing a gold necklace and a septum ring / 2: An arched hall in a traditional indian style / 3: Desert rose rock formations / 4: gold text outlined in brown reading "findis" and underneath, much smaller, gold text reading "daughter of finwë & indis" on a white background / 5: Several ornate gold spears / 6: A close-up of a jaguar or leopard / 7: A setting or rising sun among clouds / 8: White fabric embellished with gold / 9: Same format as Image 4, but the text reads "finwiel" and "princess of two peoples" / 10: Round seed pods on branches / 11: An ornate golden crown on a black background / 12: Bianca Quiñones, this time with her head tilted and one hand upraised to shade her eyes /End ID]

[maelihi]

scar headcanons <3

(hihi! below are certain descriptions or themes that can be a bit unsettling- including self harm, burn injuries and such- thanks yuuu <3)

Aaron:

aaron has many scars, including one under his eye, a few self harm marks, and many scratches on his fingers from him flicking his lighter, since he did it to the point of cuts. he has a few scattered scars and such around his body, since he used to get into many, many fights- resulting in injury.

Katelyn:

many from her childhood since she played rough, and she gets into quite a few fights, resulting in injury. when katelyn punched ein, and got scratched by daniel, the lines remained on her face, just by her chin. has a scar from where she got her appendix removed.

Blaze:

blaze has a scar right over his nose, from when he went to juvie. he also has one right by his mouth, where he nicked himself shaving- he doesn’t shave anymore. he has two large scars on his back, similar to angel wings. he has a bunch on his arms, legs, and chest- just from fighting, playing around and being stupid.

Aphmau:

aphmau has two large scars on her back when she got cut by glass that a werewolf broke. has a scar on her hand, where dottie’s nails had cut her when she was holding her hand during a panic attack.

Gene:

many scars on his arms due to a suicide attempt, as well as a few smaller self harm scars. has one by his lip where dante’s flying drone had flown into his face. also has one on his left calf where a garbage truck cut him by accident.

Zenix:

has a few scars on his knuckles and hands from punching walls out of anger, and has cigarette burns on his hands, which he would do for the adrenaline. has a piece of his ear missing from a bird biting him.

Sasha:

self harm marks on her thighs, and has a few small scars on her arms from zenix digging his nails into her when he held onto her during a movie. has a scar on her neck, where she tried to carve something into her for funsies. (real life experience.))

Michi:

michi has scratch scars on her wrists, from where michi scratched herself when she had her schizophrenic episodes. he also has a piece of her ear missing from a kid biting her ear when she was younger.

Zane:

many self harm scars all over his arms and legs. he also has a large one on his neck, from vylad accidentally cutting him with his toy sword when they were little. has a lot of self inflicted scars on his jaw and cheeks, to look badass for genes gang.

Rylan:

scar on his eyebrow from a human cutting him with a knife because he growled at him. has an appendix scar, as well as a scar from where he got his tonsils out. a few scars on his body from where window glass cut him.

Laurence:

has a lot of scars on his legs from when he played soccer, and has a scar on his shoulder, where he had to have shoulder. a scar on his septum- and he has had his earrings ripped out, so it’s that kinda scar.

Melissa:

used to get into tons of fights, and got a few injuries from those. a few scratch scars where she would bury her nails into her arms while she had stress induced panic attacks. has a scar where she got her uterus removed.

Eric:

scars everywhere since he was a wrestler, and has his tonsils out. has had his nose surgically fixed many times, and has had many surgeries on his arms. had a vasectomy.

Sylvanna:

got into a shit ton of fights, has a few scars from that- and she has her earrings ripped out. has a c-section scar, and has a very large scar from her ankle to her thigh from a drunken accident.

Zianna:

used to get into a shit ton of fights, has a few scars from when garte threw a vase at her. and she has had her knuckles busted open from when she beat the hell outta garte. also has a scar on her eyebrow where a skateboard stunt went wrong.

Ein:

has a few scattered scars all over his face, a few self harm scars on his wrists. a gallbladder scar, and he has a massive scar on his stomach, when he needed a very big surgery.

Balto:

a scar on his back, a few scars from where he would butn himself, and a bunch of knicks on his face from where he tried to shave with a knife, like a dumbass.

(excuse if this is dumb, i didn’t proofread. my friend has so many online friends. i want some damn friends but im so scared of reaching out to anyone, im also a teenager so yk scary strangers ooohh.)

[miniscule-meow]

Charlie and Felix Remastered: First Impressions

Rewriting some stuff to break myself out of this writing slump.

Wordcount: 4.6K

The original version of their story can be found Here. Read it while it still exists, or don't.

~*~

The first few days of classes were arduous to say the least. The campus is sprawling, the historical buildings are arranged to make quite the labyrinth. She's gotten lost on more than one occasion. She curses herself under her breath looking at the wrinkled campus map in her hands, knowing she should have paid more attention during her orientation tour. By the time she located Grant Hall, the Introduction to World History seminar was well underway.

Luckily for her pride, the professor barely spared her a nod as she shuffled in, taking the nearest empty seat in the back.

“Hi,” she whispers to the boy who is now unfortunate enough to be sharing his table with her. “I’m Charlotte,” she adds when he doesn’t respond. She pulls out the textbook and her notebook, though she’s unsure if she’ll need either on the first day of this class. Typically, the first day of any class is spent reviewing the syllabus, expectations and late work policies. The boy next to her still doesn’t respond. She glances over to him. His red flannel shirtsleeves are pushed up to his elbows, and he rolls his pencil between his fingers. Aside from the small movement, he is rigid beside her, strands of his dark hair fall carelessly into his eyes, but he doesn’t bother pushing them aside. He just sits, eyes trained straight ahead. Everything about him radiates don’t talk to me. “Um. Your piercing is really cool,” she whispers, her eyes drawn to his silver septum piercing.  She’s always been a believer in the idea that a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet. So often, it’s just that people are just afraid of being the one to make the first move. Charlotte isn't afraid of anything, she keeps a confident smile on her face.

The boy blinks as he takes in a long, slow breath. He takes his time exhaling before finally opening his eyes again. Without any hurry, he slides a glance in her direction, his pale green eyes are wholly unamused when they meet hers. Her smile wavers slightly as a jolt goes down her spine. The weight of his gaze consumes her. His eyes churn with some kind of mysterious ire that she can’t place. All she knows is it feels almost dangerous when he looks her up and down. Assessing her. Sizing her up. She might have unwittingly just poked a bear.

A smarter person would apologize, or just look away. Instead, Charlotte meets his gaze, her smile challenging him. But for all of her social butterfly bravado, her fingers twist the drawstrings of her jacket, revealing her discomfort. He watches her fidget under his scrutiny, his eyebrow quirking slightly, like he’s sensed her weakness, or smelled her fear. Like he’s made his judgement of her, and she’s come up short. He turns away from her, leaving her cheeks burning with the embarrassment of rejection.

The lecture ekes by, second by second. She tries to ignore her desk mate as readily as he ignored her, but his cold shoulder only succeeded in making her more curious.

She ran into him again later that day, in one of the smaller lunch halls on campus. The air is permeated with a thick smell of french fries and other cafeteria fare. The years of serving as a dining hall have probably permanently perfumed the building with the smell of grease. She wouldn't be surprised if someone told her the smell leaked out of the walls at this point. She finds him sequestered away at a small table in the corner, reading a book while he eats.

“Hello,” she approaches cheerily, hoping that the tension from him earlier was just because he didn’t want to get in trouble for talking during class. Though, he doesn't strike her as a stickler for the rules. The only response she gets is him turning a page in his book. “I was in your class this morning,” she slides into the seat across from him. “Charlotte, in case you forgot," she adds. "I didn’t catch your name earlier.”

His eyes slip over the top of his book, burning through her with that same spark of danger as before. If he’s surprised to see her again, it doesn’t show on his face. Instead, his brow knits together and his eyes narrow ever so slightly as he searches her face. His general irritation has blossomed into a deep suspicion. He doesn’t need to say anything for her to get the message. Why are you here?

“Charlotte! Hey Charlotte,” a voice calls out to her, “come sit with us!” She turns to find a familiar blonde waving her over. Sammie, 'with an ie', the name comes to her mind after a second. They had met at orientation when they hit it off after they were paired together in the campus tour group. Admittedly, their conversation is one of the reasons why she’s been having a hard time finding her way to all her classes, she recalls with a smile. When she looks back at the boy, who still refuses to just tell her his name, his gaze has already returned to his book, like he’s expected her to have already left.

“Do you want to join us?” She asks, knowing the answer before the words leave her.

“No,” he scoffs without looking up again. It’s the first thing she’s gotten him to say to her. She decides to count that as a victory, just to spite him.

When she turns to leave him be, she catches a few lingering glances from other tables, students not caring to pretend they weren’t watching that go down. Her cheeks burn rejection once more. The feeling is unfortunately starting to become familiar to her.

“Ohmygosh! I can’t believe you just tried to sit with him,” Sammie whispers conspiratorially once she’s seated across from her. “Don’t you know who that is?”

“I mean, I have a class with him but—”

“That’s Felix.” She says his name like it’s supposed to mean something to her. Charlotte just shrugs, confused. “Oh. You haven’t heard.” She leans in closer, lowering her voice. “Listen. Everyone’s been talking about him. Apparently, he’s like some kind of monster. He transferred from Lynwell to try an hide his dark past or something. But someone who goes here had a brother, or a cousin, or I dunno, maybe knows someone who went to school with him and like. He’s a scary dude.” Sammie looks at her, her eyes wide with warning, as if anything she just said made any sense at all. Charlotte steals another glance at him from over her shoulder. He’s just sitting there, reading his book.

“Okay?” She turns back to Sammie “I mean, Sure, he’s got a standoffish vibe. But calling him a monster? That seems a bit harsh.”

“No, I mean like literally, a textbook monster. Like, Scott, I think it was Scott, he said that he heard that Felix can like, turn into this like… I dunno, werewolf or something.” Sammy shudders, “It’s freaky right? Anyway, he’s been more than just standoffish. Everyone is like, afraid for their safety. I don’t know how he managed to transfer here with the record he has,” She frowns.

Charlotte’s brow furrows, trying to take all this in. It sounds like a lot of exaggerated hearsay. How could anyone really believe that. So, the guy is anti-social. It doesn’t make him a werewolf. “Right,” she says instead. “Well, thanks for letting me know.”

Charlotte goes about her own business from there. She sits at the table they shared in their history lecture class hoping to sit with him again, and maybe make a little more progress on getting a conversation started between the two of them. But he comes in later than her. When he sees her at the table, he gives her no more than a single icy stare before sitting at his own empty table across the room.

It’s a few days later when she sees him in between classes in the courtyard. There are two other guys with him. She doesn’t recognize them, and at first, she feels a pit of jealousy in her stomach. So, he does have friends. What’s so wrong with her that he’s snubbed her so many times? Then she sees one of the guys turn and give him a hard shove, and she realizes with a start that they are very much not friends. A smarter person would have turned and walked the other way, or maybe they would have hung back and watched like some of the other students in the courtyard. But continuing with her track record of not being that smarter person, Charlotte rushes forwards.

“You think you’re so tough,” the one that shoved him jeers with a fierce smirk. He has dark, short, cropped hair and is taller than his cohort.

“Come on wolf-boy. You’ve got the whole school talking about you anyway. Lets give ‘em something real to talk about. Or what, is the big bad wolf too chicken?” The second one sneers, he's shorter with ash blonde hair. Obviously he thinks himself to be so very clever for coming up with that little line.

“Step off," she shoves herself in the middle of them. "Stop acting like a bunch of stupid high schoolers, and just leave him alone”

“Oh, look here. Wolf-boy’s got himself a girlfriend,” the first boy laughs cruelly. On one hand, she’s succeeded in diffusing the situation between the bullies and Felix. But now, she’s placed herself right in front of the firing line.

“Listen babe, one night with me and you’ll forget all about this loser,” the clever one gives her a wink and tweaks her chin with his thumb. Charlotte slaps his hand away, her gut twisting with dread. That’s all she has time to do before a hand grabs her shoulder. Felix pulls her back, roughly shoving her behind him. She stumbles to regain her balance, and when she looks up again, punches are already being thrown.

She takes a stagger step back as they tussle. The passive onlookers have become an active crowd around the scene. Everything is a blur of bodies, elbows, fists, voices. Until suddenly, Felix shoves himself out of the circle and just takes off running. The bullies don’t pursue him, they shout insults after him and laugh over their victory. Charlotte runs after Felix before the bullies can turn their attention back to her.

He had absconded into the woods by the school. He got quite the head start, but as she’s moving through the forest, she can see the leaves and bushes ahead swaying, recently disturbed. Her lungs burn by the time the path opens up into a clearing, Felix stands in the center of it, gasping for breath himself. He whirls around as she bursts out into the open after him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He turns on her viciously, his eyes hold an all-devouring malice.

“Gah, hold on. I had to run like a mile to get here,” she huffs between breaths.

“No one made you follow me,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Do you always put yourself in the middle of fist fights, or is that just something new you wanted to try out today?”

“Those guys were jerks. I don't know, I was worried and I didn’t want you to get hurt,” she says a defensive air rooting in her words.

“Oh, how noble of you,” he says sarcastically. “Why should you care? At this point I honestly don’t know if you know this, but we are not friends,” he paces the clearing with a shake of his head.

“I don’t think that you need to be someone’s friend to not want them to get beaten up,” her words sound so small in her ears, and she finds herself fidgeting with the drawstrings on her jacket again.

With a frustrated huff he rakes a hand through his hair, pushing the dark strands away from his face. They fall back again when he removes his hand. “Sure, fine. Whatever. Why are you here now?”

“I just,” she hesitates, her reason feeling incredibly lame now. “I wanted to make sure that you’re alright?” She tears her eyes away from Felix, not wanting to catch the cruel glint in his eyes. She looks down at her shoes instead. She waits for him to tell her again that she shouldn’t be worried for him, they aren’t friends, that he doesn’t even like her.

He barks a laugh, it’s a sound that is more made of frustration than any kind of amusement. “Oh, yeah,” he scoffs, “I’m doing great. There, mission accomplished. You can go now.” She brings her gaze back to his face, his eyes flash with that familiar danger, it seems to be mounting by the second now. He’s clearly not doing great. His cheek is bleeding, and his eye is probably going to bruise. He waves a hand flippantly her way, dismissing her.

Her embarrassment and dejection are quickly shoved aside by something new. A fierce rage ignites inside her, bubbling out in her words. “Why are you so determined to be such a pompous ass?!” His brow flicks up at her outburst.

“That’s just how I am. Sorry it doesn’t match whatever you imagined me to be like in your daydreams,” that suspicious glint returns to his gaze as he regards her.

“Is it really so hard for you to believe that someone might just genuinely want to be friends with you?”

“Yes,” he responds simply, “It is actually. There is nothing keeping me from believe that you aren’t just here chasing all the rumors.” He takes on a mocking tone, “oh he’s a monster? No, I bet he’s just sad and misunderstood. He’s broken and I can fix him with the power of friendship.” Felix sneers with another roll of his eyes.

“You are so delusional,” she shakes her head, balling her hands into fists by her side. “I don’t think you need to be fixed. I just wanted—”

Before she can finish that thought, he’s crossed the clearing in just a few long strides. Her words die on her tongue as his hands clamp down over her shoulders. It very suddenly occurs to her that they are completely alone out here. Maybe following him out to the woods was a worse idea than she had originally thought.

“You are impossible,” he grumbles, his voice low. He simply looms over her, he’s so close and so tall that she needs to look up for a chance to see his scowling face above her. Her body tenses as she looks at him, fear fluttering in her chest. The sense of danger is tangible now, and it causes her mind to spin, reevaluating all of the bad choices she made to bring herself here.

But something isn’t right. She didn’t think he was this tall. Mostly, she’s just seen him sitting, but she thought they were more equally matched in height . Obviously, she couldn’t have been more wrong because he’s standing over her now, and he’s easily two heads taller than her. Standing at 5’8”, she isn’t a short girl. So, for him to be this much taller than her, he would need to be nearly 7 feet tall. She certainly would have noticed that about him before now, right? The strangeness of this revelation twists in her gut. He’s trembling fiercely, but whether that’s from anger, adrenaline, or exhaustion, she can’t say.

“I’m sure there is someone out there that would love to tell you their whole life story,” his voice takes on a saccharine tone, it’s patronizing, and she clamps her jaw shut to keep herself from firing off a sharp retort. His tone is dropped as quickly as it was adopted, “But it’s just not going to be me.” He turns her around and ushers her to the tree line, “This has been a lovely chat and all, but I really need you to leave. Right now.” She stumbles to a stop at the edge of the clearing and casts a curious glance over her shoulder. What's with the sudden urgency?

“Can you stop being so fucking stubborn, and just go?” The trembling in his hands has evolved to a full body tremor. There is a new desperation in his voice.

“I like being stubborn,” she says slowly, antagonizing. She leans against a tree, in no hurry to leave. She knows it’s another bad decision, but she’s made so many at this point, what’s the harm in one more. Besides, she can’t help but feel a little vindictive.

A guttural sound escapes Felix’s throat. He glares down at her, a sheen of sweat beading on his forehead like he’s somehow undergoing a lot of physical effort. She doesn’t know if she should be curious or concerned, but she finds herself plagued with both feelings.

“Fine,” he relents angrily, “Give me your phone and- actually, just everything you have on you.” He holds out a shaking hand, a sort of dread-laced resolve is spread across his face.

“What? I’m not gonna just—”

“Please.” He spits the word out like it’s almost foreign to him, like it’s his last resort. “I’ll give it back to you. But it you want to stay I need—” he sucks in a gasp, his tremors are growing violent now, wracking his body, his muscles twitching.

“Alright! Alright, fine! Here,” She tosses her phone into her backpack and hands the whole thing over to him. He snatches it close to his chest and takes several steps back into the clearing. “Are you alright?” Concern breaks through her frustration . “What’s going on?”

“You’re going to want to stay back there.” It’s all the warning she gets before everything explodes.

The movement is so quick, he becomes a blur. She watches with a mix of awe and horror as he transforms right before her eyes. All of the rumors she’s heard about him flood back to her in an instant. The word werewolf springs to the forefront of her mind. For a split second her mind races trying to remember the current phase of the moon. But it’s midday, that shouldn’t matter. No. this is different.

He remains human, in physical composition at least.He doesn’t grow fangs, or claws, or sprout fur everywhere. It’s his size that changes. In the blink of an eye, he’s stretched up to taller than the surrounding trees. The sudden movement disturbs all of the nearby birds from their perches, sending a small flock to the sky. How tall is he? 60 feet? 80? All she knows is that from his perspective she wouldn’t be much more than doll sized. Her jaw goes slack as she looks up at him.

This is impossible.

Scientifically, biologically, physically, rationally, impossible.

Then he moves. His impossible form moves. The earth shakes in response to him, and it jars her from her thoughts.  He lowers himself down slowly, his eyes trained on her. She feels the oppressive weight of his gaze smothering her, and she refuses to meet his eyes. Instead, she takes in the rest of him, and there is so much to see. Her backpack is pinched in between his thumb and forefinger, he drops it into his shirt pocket for safe keeping. His shirt pocket. His clothes grew in size with him, transmutating from a regular garment into what must be miles of fabric. Impossible. He settles back against the rocky bluff that makes up the far edge of the clearing. His pale green eyes scan over her now, comparatively, miniscule form. His brow quirks up as he observes her.

“There,” he says finally, his voice a low, displeased whisper. It feels very intentional, like he knows how much louder he is at this size, and he’s choosing to be quiet. “You got a front row seat to the breakdown. How are you enjoying the show.”

“I- You’re. Felix you… you’re…” All her words are lost. she’s trying to rationalize what she’s seeing. She's trying to make any of it make sense to her.

“I know. Big surprise, the rumors are true. I’m a freak. I'm a monster. Go ahead and run. I’ll drop your things off at the lost and found for you. Go on. Off you get.” His tone is devoid of emotion, like he's simply stating facts. He shifts, dislodging a spray of rocks from the cliff behind him, he brushes them off his shoulder like he’s brushing away dust instead of boulders. When he looks back he seems surprised that she’s still there. “Aren’t you going to run?” All she can do is shake her head in response. “Aren’t you scared?” His eyes narrow, studying her as he leans forward ever so slightly.

“Of you?” She scoffs, having found her voice again, “please.” She lifts her chin, crossing her arms confidently over her chest. Or at least, she hopes it appears confident.

“Wow. You’re a horrible liar,” he regards her, as unamused as ever.

A sly grin spreads across her face, “am I?” A smarter person would have- no, we’ve already established Charlotte is anything but that smarter person. Instead of making any kind of rational decision she foolheartedly presses forward. Though she’s yet to bring her eyes to his, though her bones feel as though they’re made of gelatine, she forces one shaky step forward. Then another. She feels like she can’t help it, something about him makes her feel particularly vindictive. It bolsters her confidence and tosses her caution to the wind.

In one movement Felix leans forward, his hand smashes into the ground next to her, crunching a fallen log beneath his palm. The vibrations are enough to topple her from her feet. His other hand comes to rest heavily next to her other side. His forearms form thick pillars beside her. His fingers are as wide as tree trunks, they dig into the earth, rooting himself there around her.  From her back on the forest floor, she finally meets his eyes. His face fills her sky, his brow is quirked in a nonplussed challenge to her.

He’s calling her bluff.

“It’s not too late to run,” he offers coolly. His eyes flicking to the edge of the trees, then back down to her. It’s more than just a suggestion.

“Why would I,” she says, finally catching her breath. “This is the first time you’ve said more than one word to me since I’ve known you.”

“You’re ridiculous. You’re absolutely ridiculous,” his face contorts into an incredulous expression above her. He pushes himself away, dusts his hands off, and settles against the rock wall once again.

She pushes herself to her feet, pulling a leaf out of her brown waves of hair and nodding to herself. Felix always carries himself with that cocky, dangerous confidence, and now she can see why. He isn’t just posturing, he certainly has the bite to match his bark. But for how much she seems to get under his skin, he hasn’t made a single move to truly lash out against her. Not when they were the same size, and not now that he’s gigantic. It might be her own hubris talking, but she doesn't believe he'll hurt her. If that was his plan, why hasn't he done it yet.

She takes this knowledge and runs with it. Or at least, she takes a few more cautious steps towards him.

“Okay. Hey, alright. Alright. You are close enough, thanks.” As she approaches, his shoulders tense, he presses himself further back into the cliffside, almost as if he’s afraid of her. “I- look, if you aren’t going to leave, I’d really rather you pretend that you have an ounce of self-preservation and at least stay over there. Some kind of safe distance away.”

An olive branch. A compromise. She can work with that.

She nods and takes a seat on a large boulder towards the center of the clearing. She finds him grimacing at the ground. She follows his gaze to the splintered remains of the felled tree that he smashed. Evidence of the destruction he’s capable of.

“Happy now? You win. What makes you so insistent on befriending the local resident monster anyway?” His voice holds that same irritated grit, but then he adds, “That’s trademarked by the way. I’ve gotta protect the brand, you know.”  When she looks up at him, there’s almost a playful glimmer in his eye. Half of his mouth pulls into a gentle smirk. She lets go of a nervous laugh, relaxing a little bit. “Why didn’t you run?” There’s a new level to his tone. Something much more earnest than anything she’s heard from him before.

“Easy. I really don’t think you’re a monster.”

“Bullshit. Everyone thinks I’m a monster.” He mirrors her phrasing, his gaze hardens once more.

“Well don’t listen to them, it’s obviously not true.”

“What do you mean? You’re here, experiencing the monstrosity first-hand and you- you’re just—” he cuts himself off with a huff, waiting for her to explain herself.

“This,” she gestures to him, “ability? Whatever you have, it’s doesn’t make you a monster.”

“No? Well, it’s certainly not a fan favorite,” He glowers.

“I think it’s cool,” she offers quietly. His eyes snap to her again. He regards her for a heavy moment.

“I don’t want to be cool. I want to be normal.”

“They say normal doesn’t really exist,” she shrugs.

“You’re joking. There’s a big difference between being a little quirky and awkward at parties and this,” he says with a waving a hand to himself.

“So, you have a superpower. I’m sorry that you’ve been cursed with being too interesting.”

“You don’t know anything about what kind of curse this is,” a low rage burns at the edges of his words. She gets a jolt telling her to tread carefully here. It’s true, she doesn’t know what he’s gone through, what he’s seen, what chaos his ability has wrought in his life.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I really don’t know anything about you. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“You’re fine,” his words are clipped. An awkward tension threatens to hang between them before Felix breaks the silent pause. “It doesn’t feel like a superpower. It’s more like whatever power the villain would get.”

“What are you talking about? Think about all the cats you could save from trees. That’s like a classic good guy move right there.”  Felix draws in a slow breath, his eyes blinking closed. Oh, she’s really done it now. She knew this was dangerous territory for conversation, and she went barreling forwards like she always does. She’s about to backtrack and apologize again when he starts laughing. Not the cruel bitter laugh of frustration she’s heard from him before, but a real laugh. Amusement sparks in his eyes when he looks down at her.

“You make no sense to me,” he says with a shake of his head.

“Well, that’s a shame, because I’ve obviously got you all figured out,” she teases.

“Whatever,” he huffs. “Alright. I think I can shift back now. Give me a second.” He fishes her backpack out of his pocket, holding it in the palm of his hand as he stands to his full height. She feels her throat go dry as his rising form casts a shadow over her. He stands so tall she doesn’t even try to catch a glimpse of his face from her current vantage point. Then, slower than his initial transformation, he shrinks back down to his regular height. His clothing shrinks with him, but her backpack remains unbothered by the shift. It seems to grow in his hands as he shrinks from a giant to a regular person again.

“Tada,” he says lamely, holding her bag out to her. He shoves his hands in his pockets once she takes it. Assessing his new form she can see that they are about the same height. Without another word he turns from her and starts walking back to the campus.

“Why did you need my stuff?” She asks after several minutes of following after him quietly.

“I couldn’t have you taking any pictures of me like that,” his answer is simple, but it twists her heart to hear it.

“Oh. I really wouldn’t have—”

“It’s not a risk I can afford to take. That’s all,” he interrupts.

"I won't tell anyone, just so you know."

"I don't care what you do. It doesn't matter either way. It would just be another story on the ever growing rumor mill."

"Well I care. And I won't. You're one of the most frustrating people I've ever met, but I like you. Your secret is safe with me," she pledges.

"Thanks, I guess?" he says dryly after a moment. "Well Charlotte," they've reached the campus once more. "I’ll see you in class and stuff.”

"You can call me Charlie. That’s what my friends call me.”

“I’ve literally never heard anyone call you that,” He says with a raised brow.

“I literally don’t have any friends here,” she replies with a shrug.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says to her for maybe the fourth time now. But this time, he rolls his eyes and struggles to contain a smile.

“Well yeah. You’re horribly normal, so one of us has to be the weird one,” She grins deviously, and he shoves her gently with his shoulder. With that, they part ways.

[mikaya-hi]

Piercings (Eijiro Kirishima)

Eijiro had been wanting to get a piercing for so long but for some reason every time the needle gets too close to him, he freaks out and activates his quirk. He had been feeling kind of jealous, Bakugo had already gotten five piercings, he had also gotten his six and seventh piercings, they were snake bites. "Hey Bakubro nice new bites." Bakugo merely looked up at his red-haired classmate. "Yeah, what about it shitty hear." it had been three full years and Eijiro still hadn't been able to get rid of the nick name. "Nothing I think it looks cool, been wanting to get some two but I guess I'm afraid of needles." "Shitty loser." Was all Eijiro got before Bakugo went off to make a phone call.

Eijiro was awaken by Bakugo the next morning only getting a quick. "Get up loser we're leaving." Eijiro had no idea of what was going on but followed his friend anyway. "So where are we heading." Eijiro got no answer but still followed. Bakugo soon turned down a driveway to a small yet cozy looking house. Bakugo knocked on and a beautiful girl almost Bakugo's height opened the door she had a septum and an eyebrow piercing. Bakugo gave her a quick kiss before introducing her, "This is Lia my girlfriend and this is Shitty hair my friend." Eijiro was a bit stunned at the word friend but soon recovered when he heard another sweet voice from inside. "Li, who was it?" Lia turned around holding the door opened for the two to enter. "No, It's Blast pack and he brought a cute red head. "

Once inside Bakugo and Lia headed to the living room where another yet smaller female sat on the couch only to give Bakugo a fist bump before her eyes caught the gaze of the red head. "Well, hey there cutie what brings you?" she asked, but before Eijiro could answer he was interrupted by Bakugo. "Shitty hair wants a piercing but he's too much of a wimp thought you could do it. Also, this is Lia's roommate Y/N." The girl on the couch merely nodded before getting up and walking over to a door not too far away. "So, cutie you said you wanted a piercing which one." Y/N came back with a small bag and placing it on the dining table. "I guess to start an earlobe piercing." Eijiro said looking at the girl taking out piercing set. "O, uhm that's not a good idea." Y/N looked at Eijiro before motioning for him to come closer. "Yeah, and why do you say that." "W-Well my quirk is hardening so whenever I try to get my ears pierced it activates and I break the piercing needles." Y/N nodded taking in what he said before she pushed him down on the seat. "I think I know what to do." Is al she said before she grabbed the tools she needed, before quickly making herself comfortable on his lap. "Okay ready to start." she asked earning a sputtering from Eijiro. Before he could properly comprehend the beautiful girl straddling him, he felt lips on his.

Kirishima was pulled out of his haze by a burning sensation in his ear. "Haha, you could have just used your quirk to cancel out his, you know." Eijiro hear Bakugo yell from his place on the couch and Lia laughing at his redden face. "I know but this is a way more fun method plus he's like super cute." Answered the girl on his lap before turning her attention back to him. "So, you want to do the other ear two." Stunned Eijiro stared at her for a second before managing a simple nod.

It had started getting dark when they finally left the girls house. "So, happy you got your holes?" Bakugo asked not looking up from his phone. Eijiro's face redden at the thought of how he had gotten them, before he started smiling and gave Bakugo a nod. He knew he was definitely coming back for more.

[plutobutartsy]

FREELANCER TIME BABY!!! (she/it)

i was struggleing with this design but i finished it finally!! :3

fun fact: turquoise, yellow and pink are all colours that represent friendship <3

bonus: freelancer (exam season)

tag list and ID under the cut

[ID:

Image 1: A stylized drawing of Freelancer. She is depicted as a a thin woman of average height. Her skin is a light brown shade with warm undertone and light freckles covering its face, neck, shoulder and chest. It has dark pink, shoulder length hair that it wears in a side part and with the ends curled up away from its face. She has big hooded eyes that are downturned at the outer corners, with dark circles underneath them and brown eye shadow on the eyelids. Her lips curl up at the outer corners and are painted with a dark brown lipstick. It is wearing a content expression.

She is wearing a dark purple halter top that exposes her belly button as well as dark green cargo pants that sit low on her hips and are slightly rolled up at the bottom. Its black thong straps are also visible. Its shoes are simple white and orange sneakers with purple laces. She is also wearing a dark brown messenger bag that has some pins, a beaded turquoise, yellow and pink charm, and a safety pin attached to it. Additionally she is wearing a lot of gold jewellery: two thin arm bands around her left wrist, an arm cuff that wraps around her left upper arm twice, a septum piercing, an ear cuff on its left ear and a simple flat earring on its right ear, multiple golden hair pins holding back its fringe and a golden pearl necklace. It is also wearing dangly earrings with a turquoise stone that match her second necklace, as well as a yellow, pink and turquoise friendship bracelet with a zigzag pattern around its right wrist.

She is standing with both hands holding onto the strap of her bag and most of her weight shifted on her right leg.

Around the drawing, there is text pointing out smaller details and personal headcanons: "sleeps with rollers in its hair!", "friendship bracelet + bag charm made by Caelum" (over an enlarged drawing of said bracelet and bag charm), "pins are merch from local artists/bands", "safety pin used to close bag since clasp broke", "big tired eyes; partly from sleep deprivation but mostly just look like that naturally", "Bag Content: wallet, 7-eleven receipt, flashcards, notebook x2, note from Gavin, energy drink x3", exclusively wears loose fitting bottoms; most clothes are thrifted", "extensive jewellery collection purchased from flea markets & small businesses".

Image 2: A very simplified doodle of Freelancer wearing a hoodie with the hood covering most of her hair, holding a can in her hand and looking at the viewer with a very disgruntled look and very prominent bags under its eyes. Next to the doodle it says, "energy drink #7 of the day".

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tag list: @oceanicwhitetipshark @febreze-bottle-without-febreze @teaseat @swanconcerto @beemybella @soup-scope (lemme know if you wanna be added or removed <3)

[riptide-if]

Elijah/Elaine 'Lee' Ferguson [he/him, or she/her, 23] has never been serious for more than fifteen minutes in their entire life. Your breakup lasted fourteen minutes. You and Lee had dated for a year and a half; which throughout they were an amazing partner. Though clingy and attached at times, Lee is loyal to a fault. They'd do anything for someone they care about; mirroring the fact that if they feel wronged by someone, they're vindictive and mean and brash. Dealing with a sweet, clingy Lee to whatever they are now was certainly.. an experience. You can't help but wonder if they really are over you already.

Lee stands at 5'6 with a slim, lithe build. They have pale skin. Their face is diamond shaped with silver spider-bite piercings, a sliver right eyebrow piercing, a sliver septum piercing, a silver star-shaped tongue piercing, black cartilage piercings, and silver ear piercings. Their nose is slightly crooked due to it being broken in a fight as a teen (they definitely lost, by the way). Their eyes are light blue. Elaine has straight black hair that is cut in a bob, just to her chin, with bangs. Multiple strands are dyed an electric blue. Elijah has straight black hair that is cut into a shag haircut, just reaching his shoulders. Multiple strands are dyed an electric blue. Their usual clothing style is grunge and emo; dark graphic tees, long sleeves, ripped jeans, zipped jackets, fingerless gloves, cargo pants, combat boots, studded belts, distressed tights. They wear multiple pieces of jewelry, including an assortment of rings. One of these is a ring with a black onyx stone which was gifted to them by MC on their sixth month anniversary. Multiple band bracelets are on both of their wrists. They have multiple tattoos, most of them being smaller ones done by Damien. Their significant tattoos include: knuckle tattoos that spell 'LONE WOLF' (done illegally at 15 by a 27 year old man they met that night), a heart shaped tramp stamp, and a black star matching the other members of Mary Jane.

[cha0s-boyy]

[ID: six cartoony digital drawings of anthro characters. 1. a halfbody of a demon sparkledog. it has lime green fur with black in a stripe on its snout and forehead, on its neck and chest, and on its fingers. its inner ears and paw pads have arcade carpet pattern. it has turquoise eyes with pink pupils, a long purple tongue, rainbow claws, and purple top-surgery scars, as well as purple stitching down its chest. it has human-like black hair with a purple fringe and purple striped raccoontails. curved rainbow horns poke out of its hair, and black bat wings are on its back. it has a spiked septum ring, a tongue piercing, snakebite piercings, a spiked collar with a pentagram charm on it, and black and white striped armwarmers. its eyes are half-lidded, and it is smiling with its mouth open, showing its teeth, and its tongue is stuck out and curled around. it has one of its hands raised to make a claw gesture. 2. a bust of a hedgehog. he has green fur with pale yellow underneath, and black and dark purple quills with orange stripes around them. he has a grayish stripey part of his face that is stitched on. his eyes are oval shaped, with one squinted up. his sclera are golden orange, his irises dark orange, and his pupils very pale orange. he is wearing a black and purple striped turtleneck with a torn brown muscle-shirt overtop. his mouth is closed and forms a grimace or snarl, with a few teeth sticking out. 3. a fullbody of an english setter dog. he has brown fur with lighter coloration on the underside of his tail, paws, neck, and in a blaze up his face. he has partly floppy ears and human-like dark brown hair in a 1970s style, as well as a short mustache in the same color as his hair. he is wearing a striped orange button up that is partly unbuttoned and dark green pants with flared legs. he is smiling with his mouth open and has one hand on his hip. 4. a headshot of a possum. she has spiky white fur with purple around her nose and eyes, and turquoise ears and nose. she has blue almond-shaped eyes, with triangular eyelashes on the corners and smaller eyelashes on the lower lids. she has human-like lime green hair, styled as long locs. her expression is somewhere between smiling and snarling, showing her teeth. 5. a red faced spider monkey from the legs up. she has red skin on her face and hands, and black fur, which on her head is longer and styled with green tips. she has several silver earrings, and is wearing a black sleeveless crop top with a high collar and a strap and buckle around the bottom, as well as a long black skirt with a double-grometed belt and chains hanging around the waist. she has half-lidded eyes, and a smile with one tooth sticking out. 6. a halfbody of a striped hyena. he has brown and black fur, a black mane/mohawk, and dark brown eyes. he is wearing a black leather jacket, a leopard print v-neck, and a chain with a lock around his neck. his eyes are half-lidded and his mouth is in a wide open smile, showing his teeth. /end ID]

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Writing Share Tag

Thanks for the tag @aether-wasteland-s! My bad for it taking me forever. Some Fucked at Five stuff I wrote a while ago.

I tag: @winterandwords @illarian-rambling @the-void-writes @vacantgodling @revenantlore (Only if y'all want! Open tag too!)

Ian's ears flicked in the direction of Elliot's stomping feet. The smaller deer morpher had a chat with the elder morphers with Julie. Thankfully he was only here to pick up the hagfish morpher. If the elder morphers had managed to upset Elliot like that, Julie had to be seething.

Julie walked out slowly, slime connected her top to her in drooping strings as she peeled it off. Toying with her septum in silence, she held her shirt in her fist. Straight faced she limped over to him. And far calmer than anticipated. Ian looked down at her expectantly.

"The oldies are upset?" Ian asked.

"They're always upset," Julie stated thanking him when he handed her his jacket.

[yiiyiiwrites]

Please do a summary of the older sisters like you did with the boys 🤔 gifs and all if you can.

ok ok...I have done headcanons for the older sisters here, but will do a little summary like I did with the guys. shall I do seperate headcanons for the brothers too?

Popes older sister is the complete opposite of him values her creativity and intuition more than logic. Makes decisions on how she feels. Artistic, has her own jewellery bis and a small studio above the local surf shop (searches for sea glass on the beach for it). Cool girl, her vibes are kind and nurturing, plays guitar in a band which plays at kook events every now and then. Secret septum piercing that she flips up around her parents. Close with Pope and he regularly helps her with tech stuff etc. helps her do her taxes. Loves the Pogues and how connected they are, reminds Pope to check in with the boys as she knows they are alone. Headcanon here.

Would have long braided hair accessorised with shells/beads with coloured tips or colours weaved in. Crochets her own tops, shimmery body lotion and smells like vanilla.

JJ's older sister (Melissa 'Missy' Maybank). Works a lot to try and get money to give her and JJ some stability. Tries to take on more than she can and JJ gets the brunt of her bad moods (but nothing serious, more like snappy remarks). Good at talking them out of trouble, can convince her dad or distract him from throwing a punch, but this can make her get luke's wrath later on. Works whatever temp jobs she can. Soft spot for Pope and likes to listen to his random facts and bizarre knowledge. Reminds JJ to be careful instead of good. Pulls rank and reminds JJ she's older. Bit of loner as she doesn't want everyone knowing what her home life is like. Does have an on/off relationship that lets her crash at his whenever she needs a place. Headcanon here.

Over plucked eyebrows, cuts her own hair and you can definitely tell.

Side note: Why am I thinking of uptown girls?? 😂 older sister looking after bratty JJ whose a kid.

John B's older sister doesn't know what he's up to half the time and doesn't ask. "As long as you don't get caught." The least she knows the better. Works at the kooks hotel in laundry room, JJ gives her a lift when they the same shifts, also does her washing there. They split everything 50/50. Close with Kiara, nice to have another girl around as the boys can get on her nerves. Heavy sleeper so John B takes advantage of this and does whatever he wants. When she does have down time she likes to sunbathe on the beach, doesn't surf but does longboard. If they argue its pretty calm and they don't raise their voices. Not interested in the treasure talk as she saw the way it changed her father. smaller than her brother, nicknamed Smalls. Headcanon here.

Long thick curly hair that is box dyed, wears a signature brown lipstick when not working. Got the same leather jacket that's a bit battered since high school.

Kiara's older sister (Kaya Carerra). is well put together, enjoys fashion and is influenced by her sisters environmental views (tries to shop sustainable/vintage mostly). Has a turtle charm that Kie gifted her, sends her little sister animal postcards from her travels. Sticks to the Kook side, dated Rafe in college before he dropped out. Acts as peacekeeper between her parents and sister. Has her life planned out. Had her nose stuck in the books during school and is living a little in college (but within her reasons). Only knows the Pogues from what Kiara has told her. Met Pope once though as he was delivering groceries, both awkward rambling acknowledgements. JJ avoids her at all costs. Headcanon here.

Keeps it natural but loves a bold lip, long curly hair that she styles different depending on her mood. Accessory girl and loves a co-ord.

✨ The girls, just some inspo and what I think they kinda look like - Yiiyii If you have anymore requests send them in, I'm still answering a few but saw this and had to do it.

Please do not take and post my creations, you may reblog/like but do not take and claim as your own.

[venusararara]

OK babes let's talk about what Gatherine does when she has a bratty/noncompliant captive ♡

Gatherine is unlikely to keep a captive like this alive for long in the first place, but she IS likely to be extra hard on them for the duration of their life (1-2 days). She's liable to keep you if you start behaving after she starts the torture, though. She will probably forgive you.

TW for torture themes

☆ she usually begins with tearing all of your piercings out, in order of how painful she thinks it'll be.

☆ she also inflicts new piercings sometimes! Her go-tos are septum, genital, and nipple piercings. She will not allow them to heal.

☆ then she strips you nude and turns the A/C way, WAY down.

☆ she also only feeds you cold foods and drinks, at least until you lose your appetite.

☆ 43 degrees Fahrenheit if you're a mortal, 37 if you're a monster, and 30 if you're an angel.

☆ low temps are based on the lowest survivable temperature Dawsin suggests for each species, valhallia runs around 60 degrees and the surface runs around 97 degrees. Infernum runs around 132 degrees, so she doesn't have to turn down the A/C on the off chance she has a demon victim.

☆ she wears a cute winter coat when she comes to torture you, though.

☆ then begins vivisection and early dismemberment.

☆ puts past victim's cigarettes out on your open wounds.

☆ biting.

☆ cutting fingers and toes off with hedge clippers.

☆ cuts the spaces between your ribs, webbing between your fingers and toes.

☆ fingers your wounds, deepening them.

☆ blowtorches your ears/domewings.

☆ she may amputate your legs, though unlikely because she's not a massive fan of full-on amputating a limb. She wants you to be able to be self-sufficient if you learn to behave so she can keep you forever. It's not like she doesn't like you anymore.

☆ likes to go for bloodless torture like beatings and whatnot, but she's aware that those are considered less effective than the threat of losing a body part or being burned.

☆ last is solitary confinement.

☆ she turns off all of the lights and leaves you naked and cold.

☆ she stops visiting and feeding you.

☆ she will not appear again until you're completely silent for more than 12 hours, as she is checking to see if you're dead or not.

☆ might give you a sip of water if she likes you.

☆ if this all fails, she'll make you fight her for your life.

☆ she gets a knife, you don't.

☆ she'll play with you for a minute, giving you some hope that you'll win, before she rips it away and genuinely kills you.

☆ she gets bored pretty quick and guts you within 5 minutes of starting the "fight", it's pretty clear who the victor will be though (since you haven't eaten in a while).

☆ Gatherine will preserve one of your smaller body parts in a jar as something to remember you by.

[unicornacopia]

Design assistance! (Wanna help?)

Hey. I was hoping someone might be able to help create a basic reference for my roleplay character? Even a messy sketch/doodle would be a great help and very appreciated. Here is some info about the character!

Character background: The Astral Sea never meant much to Pepper— what was the point of being thousands and thousands of years old if all those years were spent stuck with bitter, melancholic elves? Hard pass.

First name: Vyx Last name: Pepper Race: Astral Elf Class: Sorcerer/Rogue Occupation: Captain of the Vyxen; treasure/artifact hunter Character Description:  Looking into Pepper’s eyes is like staring into the vast cosmos itself, endless black and purple orbs swirling with silvery dust. In addition to her unique gaze, Pepper is easy to recognize due to the purple velvet coat always slung over her shoulders, the inside of which is lined with an eye-catching pink silk of fine quality. She is somewhere around 5’9” with caramel-colored skin and a curvy physique hidden beneath layers of high quality garb. To help keep a lifetime of uninterrupted growth under control, her brown hair is usually kept braided and wrapped around her head with a dark grey scarf, and a large bundle of smaller plaits sits against one shoulder with various patterned ribbons woven through it. A flintlock pistol sits in a holster inches below her navel. Just as eye-catching as the rest of the woman’s ensemble, Pepper is never seen without an oversized pair of earrings and a seamless ring through her septum, both made of shiny silver despite her constant exposure to the salty ocean. Character Abilities/Powers:  There are tales, fables that parents tell their children about a reclusive pirate captain who is never seen during the day, who may or may not be a vampire- or maybe even a witch- if only someone could ever get close enough to confirm.  All of this speculation is due to the fact that Captain Vyx Pepper is cursed; as a result of this unfortunate circumstance, her magical abilities fluctuate wildly and almost constantly under certain conditions, potentially posing a risk to herself and those around her.

[sothas]

Nilonii Character Details!

Sooo I liked the questions from this post so much that I decided to randomly pick one from each category to answer! These were really fun to answer, I love thinking about the smaller details, they really make a character <3

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💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

It doesn’t seem like it, but Nilonii has had her ears pierced in a few places! She just chooses not to wear any most of the time for reasons relating to combat; her ear cuff is always worn though. I’ve been thinking about Nilonii with nose piercings lately so I think those would be her next stop, specifically a septum or multiple nostril piercings!

The rest are under the cut :)

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She drinks, but doesn’t smoke. Nilonii is a complete lightweight so while she does enjoy her sujamma, shein and cocktails she tends to only drink by herself or in the company of people she trusts, and she doesn’t drink often either. At any sort of event she sticks to grape juice, because who can tell the difference between that and wine? She’s very convincing about it :)

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

Her charisma and charm do tend to draw others in, but she absolutely values having a few close friends over a wide circle of friends. Having a lot of friends would make her feel anxious, she much prefers keeping others at arm’s length - unless of course they give her a reason to keep them closer.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

Definitely family! To her, friends come and go, like the changing of the seasons. But family always remains, and what makes her family unique is that she chooses (and in the case of her biological mother, removes) every member of it herself. Close friends are like family to her as well!

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Nilonii never skips breakfast, and will usually have a bowl of nutriment paste paired with spices, and a variety of different toppings like fruits, nuts, oats, and honey or syrup. It all just depends on what she fancies on the day! She’ll usually have a cup of tea with it, such as matcha or something floral/fruity like rose tea or the TES equivalent of Earl Grey.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Here’s 5 random ones!

🍇 Nilonii sometimes struggles to sit in chairs properly, and hates it when they don’t have armrests for her to dangle her legs over.

🍇 She loves hair! It doesn’t matter the texture, length, colour or style, it’s all interesting to her. Sometimes when she has nothing to do she’ll brush and style Sil’s hair while he’s working, and he’s more than happy to be a hairstyling client for his daughter <3

🍇 Literally cannot hide her disgust when it comes to things she doesn’t like. She always curls her lip and scoffs, or when it comes to food/drink she dislikes she’ll put on a dramatic show of coughing and face scrunching.

🍇 She loves to use creative insults! While she does enjoy using “s’wit” every now and then, nothing beats insults such as “you’re about as useful as a wooden cooking pot”.

🍇 Nilonii purposely walks with weight in her heels, so her boots make that loud clomping noise. She likes the way it sounds and that it draws attention to her, and people will always hear her coming before they see her. This works in her favour very well, as she can then play on this expectation of loud walking to trick others when she’s trying to be sneaky.

[cityandking]

10, 27, 35, 49, and 53 for narayani, minah, and branwen

thanks!! // detailed oc ask meme

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

NARAYANI — has her vallaslin (dirthamen), which she's very proud of. she also has a couple of noticeable scars, including one through her right eyebrow and one along her left jawline. she probably has a few other scars, but none on her face. her ears and nose are pierced. MINAH — has a scar above one eye that she keeps covered with her bangs, plus a few other smaller ones. she has multiple ear piercings and a septum piercing. I still haven't decided if she has tattoos or not; I go back and forth ever time I think about it. BRANWEN — multiple ear piercings, maybe a nose piercing? a handful of scars (mostly small) and numerous tattoos—a compass, birds in flight, her colors on her inner wrist, constellations, and one over her sternum that's just barely visible when she leaves her shirt unbuttoned, which moves (it's a stoppered diamond flask with the ocean inside and the waves reflect her heartbeat/emotional state)

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

NARAYANI — her birth parents died when she was young and she only has hazy memories of them; she was found alone and abandoned and raised mostly by the clan lavellan elders and so considers the clan her family. she had a sort of grandmotherly figure she was particularly close to, but they had a falling out over rani's desire to spend more time in the human world/revenge her parents' death/become a clan spy/assassin, and the elder died before they reconciled. rani regrets that. MINAH — her parents are dead and she's estranged from everyone she left behind, but she considers the troupe something of a family—a very hodgepodge, slightly annoying, much-beloved family. BRANWEN — her mother died when she was 15 and her father retreated into himself when he couldn't cope with the grief, so for a few years it was just bran and her baby brother (he's 12 years younger than her). when she ran away from home she met the owners of the rundstream tavern, who took her in, and then later she had the luckrunner and her crew, which are sort of her family too, especially her first mate haskon. (and eniko, and sabine. more than anything, maybe, eniko and sabine.)

35. What are they like as a friend?

NARAYANI — somewhat abrasive but extraordinarily steadfast and loyal. she'll call it like she sees it and won't take any shit, and it takes ages to get through her walls, but once you do she'll stick through thick and thin MINAH — a little distant and superficial, but she tends to show up when it counts. she's the sort of person who can keep a conversation rotating around the other person for so long that you could almost miss that she never says anything of substance about herself, but the way she plays it off never seems as strange or defensive as it really is. that said, if you're looking for a fun time or a bit of entertainment, minah's 100% the person who can hook you up BRANWEN — delightful. super present, cares a lot, genuinely outgoing and fun and supportive. the kind of friend who always engineers a good time but will also be up with you at 3am dealing with The Shit. we all deserve a friend like bran.

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story?

NARAYANI — death/loss is a big one. becoming the monster/loving the monster, and also becoming the mask. there's a bit of flirting with becoming the villain, but in the end she disappears back into the shadows—though who knows, maybe that's still becoming the villain MINAH — masks and truth, performance versus the self (and performance of the self), past mistakes and redemption BRANWEN — freedom, the conflict between duty and participating in a corrupt system, masks and the self (are you seeing a theme here)

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

NARAYANI — I expected her to push through and become the mask and be the (in the open) counterpoint to solas' figure in the shadows (villain4villain romance!!), but when the final choice arrived I just couldn't see her sticking to the inquisition—at her core, she's a creature of loss, and even the bloated horrible burden of the inquisition was just one more thing for her to lose. MINAH — well first of all I expected her to be more talkative, but turns out that's really hard to RP all the time! she's also a little blunter than I'd like her to be (her high CHA vs my low CHA) and maybe a little less suave. such is the nature of RP; I make my peace with it BRANWEN — I thought she'd be a little more freewheeling but also a little less wary; she turned out to be kind of disinterested in getting too involved in the party's issues, and it took some time/effort for her to fully engage. then she did and shit kinda hit the fan. classic D&D.

[yelenasdiary]

I'm having thoughts on Race Car Driver Yelena Belova 🤭.

Yelena has a long wolf cut. She's one of the top racers in Russia along with her sister. She prefers Gold over Silver because it goes better with her skin tone. She wears a lot of rings on her fingers. She wears a forest green and white varsity jacket over her tight black sleeveless turtleneck shirt. She wears a chest binder that makes her chest look smaller. Due to her tight shirt you can slightly see her abs that she has.

Even though she loves to race she also loves to work on cars or motorcycles that are brought into her friends workshop. After she finish working on the car she has oil all over her. She wears her baseball cap backwards all the time. She has slightly long nails and keeps them painted white. She wears black cargo pants with zippers on her knees where she can unzip them and show off her knee tattoos. She has other tattoos all over her body. She has a lip piercing, a smiley, a Septum & another nose piercing and a Medusa piercing. She wears three chain necklaces together all the time and never takes them off except if she's sleeping or taking a shower. She carries a black vape with her all the time. She drives a white Nissan GT-R that has green lights under it.

Yelena is definitely a fast driver and wins in every drag race she goes to and gets a lot of money. She's a kind and loyal person but when someone hurts her family and friends she's not so nice. She always carries a gun in her car if she ever needs it for some reason. She has a flirty personality and loves to flirt with girls that a shorter than her. She's exactly 5'11 and just loves to tease anyone who is below 5'6 because it's fun for her. Her favorite food is obviously Mac and cheese with hot sauce. Her favorite drinks though are Vodka and black coffee. She loves to make people confused when she speaks Russian because no one knows what she's saying except for her friends and sister.

A couple of the tattoos she has:

https://pin.it/3WS8jkV

https://pin.it/5fDhAbC

https://pin.it/3wZHP2N

https://pin.it/3cwwzlZ

https://pin.it/4ggYb4C

https://pin.it/1sYVpI0

https://pin.it/6eSI4n5

https://pin.it/44w3vBj

-Variant Anon

I've said it before and Imma say it again! I LOVE Street Racer! Yelena, she's so hot and all this with the fine details just makes her extra yummy!

I literally need her in the next F&F! Her tattoos?! I'm melting 🫠 especially the back tattoo, just wanna leave marks all over it 🤭

I feel like she would definitely teach reader how to drive if they didn't know how to, or she'd teach them things about cars and how to fix/build them etc!

My mind is running with so much thoughts about her in her mechanic wear covered in grease and oil omfg! I love this so much! You're so talent with building her up to the tiniest details, like the nail polish?! I would never have thought about that!