#lissy

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

average day in the discord server ft. @urlocalweirdperson1232 and @winedownthesink

[fin-the-fissssssh]

babe wake up i made an oc post, main blorbos from a lil world called fractured isles that ive just had in my head (quinn and jax are dating they’re bi4pan ace4ace fools /aff, marlo later ends up being kinda an adopted father to quinn)

descs under the cut!!!

quinn! orphaned hermit of a teen, short asf human-slime hybrid with a specialization in almost anything STEM besides alchemy and the math bc fuck math (/hj). very pragmatic and skeptical, full of snarkiness. does have a very buried vulnerable side, but it takes a lot to get it out of her. lives in an underground lab she fixed up underneath a secluded slime village. met jax after he got injured and stumbled down into her lab, she helped get him nursed back to health with assistance from village medics. she also has like. no sense of self preservation. girl pls

jax! humanoid monster, tboy dragon hybrid! comes from a smaller village focused on fighting and defense due to how much of a target dragons can be despite the species’ strength. has a good amount of military/combat training in him but is just. a golden retriever of a guy. loving, empathetic and sensitive, ran from home after getting badly injured. rly wants to just play the flute and live for himself (also control the latent dragonfire in him that’d be cool too). highly protective of others, deeply conflicted about his home and being an outcast

marlo! the grunkle stan of the fractures isles /hj. lives in a seaside village, shady and grouchy ass shark hybrid with some minor electricity powers, (bad) mentor figure to quinn and jax. god does he have baggage tho, lost his sister a long time ago and has been searching for her for so goddamn long. blames himself for it all. kind of an ass, the village is convinced he’s a scammer meanwhile bro’s just chilling and the ceo of not giving a fuck. inspiration was grunkle stan, bobbery paper mario, loan shark and firth (another crab’s treasure), king dedede kinda

some other characters too :]

from left to right: lissy (almost fully blind werewoof who uses her other heightened senses to make up for the lack of vision, sapphic asf and a huge mythology/history buff), wyatt (cockatoo avian, former soldier turned bodyguard of a small village, kind of a grump but takes his job rly seriously as a protector), cygnus (leader of a rly shady organization specializing in mind control/hiveminds and brainwashing, overall just rly ominous. nobody knows what species bro is or who they are, rarely ever seen)

[asmlise]

⋆。 ‧ ̊ʚ♡ɞ ̊ ‧。 ⋆

[low-po1y-princess]

Original comic by José Maria Nieto

[incorrect-prism-quotes]

Apollo: Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business. Lissy: No, well, actually, it is. Apollo: You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me.

[lissywrld]

2025 - we're bigger and better!! 💙🤞🏼

[mime-efeien]

👁👄👁💜

[the-gothmother-writes]

| 🤍 Starstruck | Character Intro: Felicity DuNoir |

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/ I bet on Losing dogs / I know they're losing and I pay for my place / By the ring / where I'll be looking in their eyes as they fall / I'll be there on their side / I'm losing on their side /

Thirty-two consecutive fouettés. 

The black floor of the dance hall was littered with lounging bodies. All whispering amongst themselves, giggling over inside jokes, earbuds plugged into their ears. 

The instructor had announced that today of all days would be individual, one on one instruction. Most dancers had already taken their turns and were now basking in the rare gift of down time.

Thirty-two consecutive fouettés. 

The giant mirror flickered with fluid shadow. A leg whipped around, propelling the shadow in a controlled spin. A single, dark braid snapped through the air like a black flag caught in a gust.  

Thirty-two consecutive fouettés. 

That was how many spins Felicity needed to achieve to perfect Odile’s variation. As any ballerina could attest, even the professionals, the dance of the Black Swan was no easy feat. Especially not for a seventeen year old who wasn’t even out of secondary school. 

So… that was all the more reason to do it, and do it right. 

Her head snapped back into place with each turn, staring her own reflection down and she forced herself to ignore the buzzing nausea licking at the edges of her brain. Her nerves told her body “just one more time,” every time and her body was starting to doubt their lies. Her shins burned, toes ached, and every muscle in her legs and glutes protested her steely resolve in true Francais fashion. But she refused to give into their demands. 

Thirteen… 

Fourteen… 

Fifteen… 

The lights grew colder, sparks of red and yellow flaring up like fire as her breaths strained to stay even. With each new spin, her chiffon skirt thrashed with brand new feathers that she could almost hear flutter as the wind whipped in her ear. The whine of a distant melody laced the gusts, an echo of her very soul. 

A shadow eclipsed the mirror. 

Her breath began to shake, muscles trembling. Her skin pricked when a chill passed through her. Just past her reflection… she could’ve sworn she’d seen his harsh eyes staring back. His heavy brow furrowed as he counted each fouetté she completed. His bulbous nose wrinkled with disapproval. The music lacing the wind in her ears coiled into a critical hiss. 

Suddenly it wasn’t her own voice counting. 

Twenty-three…

Twenty-four…

The chill seized her heart, stomach twisting with dread—

“Regarde la… She’s trying to win Jaskier back.” 

The maliciously sharp giggle cut through her concentration, her foot dropping back onto the black floor. She seethed as if it’d burnt, instantly raising her pointe again to try and save it… but as she looked back at her reflection she knew it was too late. 

She darted a bruised look from the corner of her eye at the source of the covert snicker. Claire… Her skin flushed, heart clutching at the sight of the petite girl. Claire’s caramel hair she insisted still counted as blonde glinted in the harsh lights of the dance hall, her lips wide to bear her teeth as she giggled politely with her cluster of friends. 

They weren’t looking at Felicity… or were they? Were those fleeting looks beneath thick lashes for her? Those private murmurs… sharp grins? 

Claire sent Felicity another, bright-eyed look and smiled sweetly at her. Felicity’s heart stole another quiet beat and her stomach pooled with nauseous uncertainty. That sugar coated smile… it leered at her. Challenging her to defy it. Oh she wanted to… She almost narrowed her gaze but before her eyes could twitch, her instincts panicked and she smiled back instead. Some cowardly, submissive smile that made her cheeks flush with shame.  

The exchange seemed to satisfy Claire, maybe even amuse her, and she darted another grin at her friend lounging on the gym floor with her. 

Their attention strayed away from Felicity, leaving her drained… or maybe that was just her body begging to collapse after such an extraneous workout. 

She’d made it to twenty-five. 

Unacceptable. 

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[haikuckuck]

Slim lissy,thin Lizzy, Portrait of the cat

[et3rnal-dr3am3r]

pemnis

hello elizabeth. i expect nothing less from you

[rwpohl]

treffpunkt aimée, horst reinicke 1956

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

some highlights from playing accurate piggy roleplay with @urlocalweirdperson1232 🔥🔥

i’m zee in all of these and she’s the mimi/owell 🤫🧏‍♀️

[wolfiapl]

Zapraszam na recenzję magazynu ,,Lissy" o koniach na blogu o książkach i kolekcjonerstwie :)

[low-po1y-princess]

2024 vs 2018

[incorrect-prism-quotes]

Neneko, holding a box of Lunchables: Ah, I loved these when I was your age… fine dining. Lissy: Fix yourself.

[lissywrld]

just hit 400 spotify streams and already at 17 monthly listeners. might seem small but this is such a huge accomplishment to me, especially for my first song back :)

thank you for all the support it literally means the world to me. we’re going up this year!! 💙🤞🏼