#muscle and fat ilu ilu

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i think im gaining weight again!!!!! <3333333 (wg ppl pls dni ilusm but this is a wellbeing thing not a kink thing)

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What was aonung reaction when spider just absolutely collapsed because he pushed himself to hard how did he react exactly what were his thoughts better yet what was tonowari Ronal and tsyrea ( spelled her name wrong) reactions

so to preface this, I think spider quickly connected to his adopted family before they even thought of adopting him, because they were fated to be a family. so he and ao'nung were basically insperable right off the bat after a little bit of friendly fire and hazing.

ao'nung respectfully flips the fuck out. he had sensed something was wrong with spider, though he knew nothing of skypeople, he was seeing straight through spiders strong facade and excuses, he just had no idea just how poorly his friend was doing (and the sully's are gonna get a word from him for not noticing, cause if he noticed without even knowing what he was looking for, how did they not see it, jake was literally a dream walker, and he didn't notice his son was literally burning himself out).

he'd have been right next to him, had made sure to stay close until he figured out what was wrong with his brother. I think his first thought would be that he was dying, that he was losing someone else. he doesn't even think before scooping him up and throwing him on an ilu. He tries to keep a strong face while the other na'vi are within eye and ear range, but the second he's got some distance he's flipping out. big fat tears running down his face as he cradles his seemingly dying little brother, who's struggling to breathe, coughing up something wicked, burning like hearth stone, whining like every little move he makes hurts. its terrifying to see someone already so small, look so much smaller with sickness. he'd pray to Eywa not to take him too, that he's already lost a brother (neteyam), and he can't do it again. his yelling at spider for being stupid, he had told him to go home, offering to take him back himself; he had asked him time and time again if he was ok. but all the while he's holding him like he's something fragile, coaxing him to breathe easier, trying to comfort him as he writhes in his arms.

He wouldn't let anyone separate him and his brother, not even his own parents. he sits at spiders side, doing his best to comfort him, but again, his terrified. Considering malnutrition, especially sudden malnutrition, can cause shaking, clamminess (pale, sweating, chills), fast heart rate, and slurred speech it would literally look like he's dying. overworking himself like he had would most likely cause pneumonia from constantly being in the water, letting his injuries (like inhaling water or fumes during the battle) go untreated, and general immunocompromisation from the malnutrition/dehydration/sleep deprivation. basically he would look like total garbage and for a kid who has already lost a friend, seen war, and doesn't understand the human body, it would look really bad.

he would most likely go with spider when max and nomr came to take care of him, and he would be pretty defensive. he doesn't trust any of the humans after they let spider get this sick, so he sits at spider's bedside questioning everything they do, barring his teeth and hissing if they caused him to so much as flinch. He wouldn't let jake near him either, he's got a bone to pick with him, but would hesitantly let the sully kids see him (they just lost their brother, he won't be cruel).

like i've said before, I think he's spider physical protector, so he would be the one most invested in his recovery. he's there everyday, pushing spider to get better, holding him when he's cold or weak or in pain. he helps him eat when he feels to sick to do it himself, he helps him through the coughing fits and muscle weakness when he starts having to do physical therapy to regain his strength. he gets him to smile and laugh again, he makes getting him out of bed easy when its a chore for everyone else. he gains spiders trust to be vulnerable with him (he get spider to talk about why he let himself get this sick).

he never lets anyone question him or try and shift the blame to him for not taking care of himself. he doesn't let him punish himself for being a 'burden' and he certainly doesn't let him continue his self-harm anymore.

tsireya joins her brother(s) most nights, so her brother can have a break to sleep and someone can stay up to watch spider (that aren't the scientists that let this happen). that's really when the emotional protector aspect of her as a big sister starts to show. spiders got all this trauma and ptsd/cptsd (cause the boy has plenty of both) that's being brought to the surface and twisted in a million different directions by his sickened mental state. she helps him through nightmares and panic attacks as he works through all his baggage.

this is around the time tonowari and ronal take interest in the boy. both are shaken by the turn of events and the effects its having on their son. tonowari had been worried about the boy since he saw him at the funeral, and had been sharing his worries with ronal ever since, but seeing spider laid up in a makeshift hospital bed is what pushes them to make the decision to adopt him. they visit him daily, making sure he is in fact receiving the best care possible. they follow through on Ao'nungs bone to pick, and they begin the custody battle to take spider in as there's.

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A Drop in the Sea - Chapter 3: Contemplation

Aonung x F!OC

The Metkayina and the Ta'unui reef clans have long had a close relationship. Ever since Aonung was born, the clans have come together every two years for a fortnight-long celebration. Following the attack on the Ta'unui by Quaritch and his men, tensions have been high between the two clans. In hopes of righting past wrongs, Tonowari invites the Ta'unui back to Awa'altu for the first time in four years. With the celebration comes the reunion of friends old and new.

It has been four years since Aonung has seen Payiva, the second daughter of Ta'unui's Olo'eyktan. They have known each other all of their lives, but things are different now. Aonung is eighteen years old and learning how to be a good leader. How will Payiva react to seeing him after all this time? Will they be able to rekindle their friendship, even as his clan harbors the man responsible for the attack on her own people?

CH1, CH2

Awa’altu was larger than Payiva remembered. As a child, she loved to spend her days running around the village and its surrounding biome. There was always something new for her to discover, a new place to hide from her mother. 

Now, all Payiva could do was compare Awa’altu to her own home, Seya’altu. The Ta’unui village had always been smaller, though never had it been more obvious to Payiva than it did now. 

“We just built a new section of maruis for this year’s celebration,�� Tsireya was telling Pxe’ali and their mother. “Everything should be prepared for you already, but do not hesitate to let us know if you need anything.” 

Payiva resisted the urge to assure Tsireya that it did not matter if there was a hole in the ceiling, Ley would not be complaining about a single thing. It was not in Ley’s nature to complain to her hosts, it was much too rude for the Tsahik. Instead, she would air her grievances to her family, who had no choice but sit and listen.

The rest of the clan trailed behind them, waving and calling out to old friends as they passed. Payiva was happy to see them so joyous, the past few years had not been easy for her people. This celebration was a well-deserved reward for the Ta’unui. 

Behave, Payiva’s father had whispered into her ear after they dismounted their ilu. And be nice.

Payiva was not as politely demure as her sister, or entirely concerned about decorum, much to her mother’s dismay. She had a track record of being blunt in the most inappropriate of situations and an issue of not knowing when to hold her tongue. On more than one occasion, Ley had been heard saying that the Great Mother had blessed her with two daughters and thankfully, Pxe’ali was first. 

Payiva was not fit to be Tsahik, and everyone knew it. 

“Aonung was actually the one who made most of the maruis you will be staying in,” Payiva heard Tsireya say. 

Tsungetsa clapped the boy on the back, rattling on about the importance of an Olo’eyktan knowing craftsmanship. The scene almost made Payiva nauseous. Aonung was the son her father wished he had, and Tsungetsa was nothing if not obvious. Ley was no better. Payiva was certain she heard her mother coo something at Aonung as well. 

They treated Sreng, Pxe’ali’s mate, the same way. The young male had been chosen to become the next Olo’eyktan almost ten years ago, and Ley still treated him like he was an Eywa-given gift. It bothered Payiva more than she would like to admit - the amount of adoration her parents gave to Sreng over their own child, but it allowed her more freedom to do as she wished. 

Aonung’s back was to her, so Payiva took the opportunity to observe the boy while he was not staring at her like an ilu watching a fat fish. 

He had grown, both in height and in muscle definition. The last time they had seen each other, Payiva was the same height as Aonung, if not taller. She now only reached his shoulders, and he was likely to grow more. Payiva could not say why, but this annoyed her. 

She did not quite know what to think of him. They had been friends as children, such was the nature of being the children of clan leaders: you tended to gravitate toward one another. Aonung was never friendly by any means. Payiva actually remembered him being ornery and selfish, unused to not getting his way. But he would play games that Pxe’ali had long since grown out of, and that was all that really mattered. 

He was handsome, Payiva supposed, in the way that most Metkayina warriors were: tall, strong, and proud. Aonung had long curly hair like his sister, though his braids led back to a topknot, with half of the strands falling freely. Payiva rarely wore her hair unbraided - something that bothered her mother. While she liked the typical fashion with which Ta'unui women wore their hair, wearing her own hair like that annoyed her more often than not. Payiva could not understand how Aonung or the other Metkayina hunters dealt with their long tresses outside of the reef. 

Aonung glanced back over his shoulder at her, but Payiva quickly turned her gaze toward the village. The last time they had seen one another, Aonung practically overflowed with pride and arrogance. There had been times, between just the two of them, that he had been open - vulnerable even, but Payiva was not sure that she wanted to test those waters again. She most certainly did not want to add to what was likely an already overinflated ego.  

Tsireya led them to their maruis, which Aonung supposedly built by himself. Payiva would have to make sure the structure was sound before she could comfortably fall asleep tonight. 

Their party came to a stop. “We will let you settle in before the feast,” Tsireya said, her cheeks dimpling with a sweet smile. “Welcome back to Awa’altu.”

As the Metkayina siblings departed, Payiva did not gush over them as her parents did. She gave Tsireya a kind smile, but gave no such gesture to Aonung.

Truthfully, Payiva had no reason to ice the young man out. They had parted on good terms, but she did not know how to interact with Aonung anymore, and it was an awkwardness that Payiva did not appreciate. It felt like she was in unfamiliar territory. Being overly friendly with the next Olo’eyktan was not looked upon the same way at eighteen as it was when they were adolescents. 

Payiva had already squashed a number of rumors two years ago, when she became an adult, about her friendships with the young hunters in the clan. While she recognized the fact that she would likely end up mated to one of the young men eventually, Payiva did not intend for that to occur any sooner than necessary. 

Admittedly, the rumors were not helped by the fact that Payiva occasionally liked to experiment with one or two of the boys. 

Either way, Payiva was still deciding if resurrecting her friendship with Aonung was worth the potential hassle. She did not have as much patience for spoiled princes as once before.

Ley would have a field day if she heard that her youngest daughter was sweet on the Olo’eyktan’s son. Having not only one, but two daughters as Tsahik would be a dream come true for Payiva’s mother. Payiva’s ability to be a spiritual leader be damned.

The last thing that she wanted was to be shackled to such a position. Payiva had seen the life of a Tsahik through the eyes of her mother and sister, and it was not for her. Payiva lacked the patience for healing and the discipline for leadership. Even skills like weaving and cooking evaded her. 

Hunting, however? Payiva was born to hunt. She relished in the feeling of an early morning hunt, the cool waves beating against her skin as she cut through the water, and the silent moment right before catching her prey. Payiva did not care if she was using nets or spears, hunting was the one time she felt right.

There was no joy in killing the creatures, as Payiva once explained to Pxe’ali. It was more the thrill of being in the water and providing food for her clan. The knowledge that her people would not go hungry because of her handiwork was something that no one could take from Payiva. 

By no means could a Tsahik not be a warrior - Ronal was a prime example of such. But being Tsahik would always come first, and Payiva could never do that.

“Stop being so grumpy,” Pxe’ali whispered. “We are here. Let us enjoy the celebration.” 

Payiva took a deep breath in, then nodded. Being cordial and standoffish were two different things, and it would do her no good to be the latter. 

She put her things down in the marui before turning to her older sister. “I just hope our sister clan makes food as well as I remember.”

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[sundrenched-smilez]

If you could have the perfect apron, what would it look like?

two of my biggest pet peeves of aprons!!! are when pockets are a different pattern than the main apron, so none of that!!! the other one is when it doesn't cover my nipples, bc how else am i supposed to be a hot hot butch wearing jeans and an apron, with naught else covering my breasts and muscles, exposing my pretty, muscular back, my (ideally) toned arms, and my cute lil butt dimples??? 😤😤

I think it would be frilled at the bottom, but not enough to be a bad texture?? or like, brush up against me and bother me. So maybe it ends just below my crotch, and it would have TONS of pockets!!! i'm thinking big, fat pockets lining the bottom, followed by medium pockets, then tall, thin pockets for like, silverware, spices, etc.

as far as pattern and trim go? I think it'd be cute if it had like psuedo-sleeves that are also like, frilly, but cotton frills. sturdy butch material. The whole thing is soft cotton, but still sturdy. I think maybe the straps are corduroy bc i love corduroy. my wine red color for the trim, with taro colored accents; mb the insides of the pockets are lined with taro satin??? or like,,, i'm p sure there's a fabric that's just called liner, or lining. it's similar to satin tho. so mb it's satin.

okay okay!!! as far as pattern goes, I think i'd want it to be a deep, darker blue, very vibrant, but very dark, too. not like almost-black blue, but like. mb deep royal blue??? and a retro, very floral, color pop pattern, kinda like the lingerie you sent me that one time. I also want like, intricate roses of all different colors, along with marigolds, mums, sunflowers, and windflowers. lillies too. I want a wide array of flowers layered over eachother, and I want at least a few very intricate pink roses, with a very warm, rich, brown accent, as means of my last name symbolized~~

also!!!!! where the straps connect to the main apron, are yellow diamonds, bc that's VERY cute and also you deserve to be a part of my apron, since you're such a big part of my life <333 ilu sm bea, my butch, my bbg, my light, my honeymint bea 💛💛💛💛💛💕💕💛💕

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Sevika with a chubby fem reader please 👉👈 nsfw if you're okay with that, if not sfw is just as good!

I’ll do both a bit of sfw and nsfw for this one! Also since @slutforsev requested something akin to “just read my username, that’s the request”, you’re all getting a bit of nsfw today. This’ll be a bit simpler and shorter than usual, I’m feeling a bit unwell and I’m terribly tired but I still wanted to write, just because I can. I’m stubborn like that. Shoutout to everyone who’s chubby or fat, ilu <3

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Sevika x chubby fem reader

nsfw below the cut. Reader has boobs, genitals sorta unspecified.

-> next request: Jinx x nerdy mage s/o (sfw)

Sevika is the kind of person who doesn’t take weight into consideration when she notices that she’s feeling attracted to someone. Neither skinny nor fat is a deciding factor to her.

That said, she definitely actively enjoys that you’re a bit more on the chubby side.

She loves having you close, anytime she can she’ll have an arm around your waist or around your hips, hand resting on the side of your thigh. Sometimes she’ll give you a light squeeze just to feel you a little closer and to make sure you’re still paying attention to her.

If anyone dares to make fun of you for your weight, they’ll regret it. Noone is allowed to talk about you like that.

In public, Sevika isn’t much of a hugger. She’s afraid it’ll end up making her look weak to the people around her, who expect her to be strong at all times. But in private, she absolutely loves to hug you as much as she can.

Tight hugs from behind while you’re in the kitchen, quick side hugs when she’s in a hurry and of course the classic big bear hug from the front. Bury your head in her neck and she’ll melt in your arms.

She'd tell you how much she loves how soft you feel in her arms. She never knew hugs could feel this good.

Don’t forget couch cuddles and cuddles in bed. Even when things aren’t getting spicy, she’ll have her hands all over you. She prefers to hold you with her non-metal arm, but she’ll often have the metal one around you too just so she can hold you a little closer.

If she’s really tired or just in need of some comfort she’ll ask if she can use your thighs as a pillow, which you of course don’t object to. She’ll lay her head in your lap and close her eyes as you comb your fingers through her hair and let her rant about her day if she wants to, but you’re just as happy to sit in comfortable silence together.

nsfw below

So your thighs are not just Sevika’s favorite place to rest her head after a long day. It’s also where she’ll get right back to work.

Her favorite place to be is between your thighs, her head squeezed in between them. She absolutely loves the dirty noises you make as she’s going down on you like that.

Loves to grab and squeeze you just about everywhere as she does. Her hands will be all over your ass, boobs and hips and she’ll tell you all about how good you feel.

If her head is not in between your legs you can bet she’s kissing you all over. Loves to go up from your legs to your belly, up to your boobs and neck. She’ll pull you into a deep kiss and work her way back down for another round.

She also loves to have you in her lap while she uses her hands to get you off. The metal hand is kind of scary when she does that, but the added bit of danger is also kind of hot.

Genuinely surprised to learn that that stretch marks are considered to be ugly by some. She has noticed them on you of course, but she liked them just as much as the rest of you. What, they’re supposed to be flaws? Hell no, get out. They’re beautiful.

One time she made you ride her face and you got a little too into it, which resulted in her pulling a few muscles in her neck and you had to stop. You wouldn’t stop apologizing but she didn’t seem to mind at allm even though it was clear it hurt like hell.

She didn’t tell anyone about your little incident but she seemed a little more smug than usual the next few days as her neck got back to normal.

When you asked her why, she answered something like “my girlfriend sat on my face so hard she nearly broke my neck – that’s hot.”

Notes: unrelated to these headcanons but there were 2 gorgeous women and my volunteer work today and I just needed to share that with the sapphics on the internet

[fandom-hoarder]

Ok, so. I had that nice little detour of imagining Cersei!Sam, but now I've navigated back to today's original brain worm.

I just keep thinking about Sam's, "Sammy is a chubby twelve year old," comment (when we've never seen a chubby sam past like age 6 with the apple cheeks) and the hints or references to Sam being a late bloomer and how fucking short 14 yr old Sam is compared to Dean (thank you show runners for using Colin Ford, ilu for that) and thinking about how chubby he'd have gotten before a HUGE growth spurt and like...

Thinking about boys in the locker room at high school teasing Sam about his chubbiness by throwing bras at him or stuffing them in his gym locker/backpack and like, maybe there's one Sam doesn't notice until later, or maybe he's so embarrassed he runs out still with it in his bag/hands. And he gets "home" to the motel and no one else is there yet and he goes to the bathroom with the bra in his hands and pulls off his shirt and angrily looks at himself in the mirror and cups his chubby little tits. And he looks at the bra...and puts it on. Let's say it's a sheer red demi-cup number, b-cup. He's not quite a b-cup, and he knows that already because he's worn bras. He likes them. DEAN likes them. But this one... with the demi cup style he fills it pretty well. And now...

Now he's just thinking about how gross it is that he can fill a bra and that he really only wears the a-cups still because he almost overfills it in an aesthetically pleasing way. And he's always a little self conscious about his body or his weird kinks, but now he's super overthinking it. Maybe he should stop wearing the bras..and the panties. Maybe he should train more. Visit the weight room at school and talk to the coach about building pectoral muscle to lose the fat...

But thinking that also makes him angry. He LIKES the bras and panties. He likes how they look. Likes how they feel. Likes that feeling he gets when he's wearing them under his clothes sometimes and no one knows and sometimes the fabric of his clothes will move just right to make him think about it; especially if it's a sheer or satiny material. He likes how Dean looks at him in them.

And as his thoughts start to spiral and he starts to question Dean's exact feelings for him and his body, Dean's suddenly home and right there behind him, one hand splaying low on Sam's belly while the other slides whisper-light fingers up Sam's chest, feeling the fabric and teasing Sam's nipple just a little before he cups it and squeezes--gently, teasing; it's a tease to both of them. And Sam focuses on that so he can resist the urge to suck in his tummy with Dean's hand on it.

And Dean kisses Sam's neck and stares at him in the mirror. "Got a new one, huh, baby boy?" He says, teasing the edge of the cup just against the swell of Sam's skin with his fingertip, dragging at it back and forth so sometimes Sam's nipple peeks out and the gentle friction of it makes it perk up almost unbearably.

And everything derails--no thoughts, only Dean--but later Sam's insecurities WILL come up and Dean will try to assure him he just wants Sam. That Dean loves Sam's body cuz it's SAM'S BODY. That any day now Sam is going to shoot up like a weed and all that baby fat will probably disappear and Dean will STILL want him, but even if he's still got chub Dean will STILL WANT HIM. And he likes the bras and panties, too, either way, but only if Sam does too!!

I just. Have a lot of soft angsty feelings about Sam in bras.

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okay. OKAY. so i'm bad with Plots cause like. i've never written a plot in my life BUT i was reading mary oliver today (because i'm Gay) and i came across wild geese again. and you are such a beautiful writer. and the lines 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. / tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine. / meanwhile the world goes on' feels very Emotionally You vibe. do with this as you will i'm running out of letters ilu byeee

The hospital bed is crowded, but Lucifer doesn’t mind. His suit jacket lies crumpled in the nearest chair, his cufflinks pocketed. Socked feet entwine with Chloe’s bare ones and he curls around her, pressing her shivering body against his chest as if he could steal from her the cold. But he can’t.

The Detective is sweaty, her skin pallid and sallow. The fever has yet to break and the distant chirping of the heart monitor is too fast for his liking. Too much like a careening vehicle heading for a crash, and not enough like rhythm. He hates the way her breath sounds in her chest. Watery, weak and fragile.

Its times like this he’s reminded of the truth he tries so often to forget.

Chloe Jane Decker is crimson blood, and churning brine.

She is gristle, and fat, and delicate muscles, the sharpness of pale bone. Always so blunt, and so soft, and so cutting. His axe, his shield, and his cloak. So unlike the starlight, ozone and screaming void that sits inside his skin.

The Detective is something that is simultaneously burning and drowning. A flame that consumes, and consumes her own wick until snuffed out by a wealth of boiling wax - as much as Lucifer would make the whole world her pyre. Only his Father could so cruelly invent a people so organic, so corrosive and self corroding all at once. Humans are clay, and seawater, and the sweet-bitter tang of rusting iron. And he, Lucifer isn’t that, and will never be.

But oh how he dreams.

But oh how he wants lifetimes of the same, with her.

They could be a pair of foxes, dancing in a green meadow - with a pile of kits crowded into a den beneath rain sodden leaves. A couple of ancient lovers, smiling at each other over a weathered breakfast table. Two birds, calling gently to each other across an endless stretch of night. And endless permutation of beauty, and song, and joy, reborn over and over and over. He would follow her across lifetimes if the universe were a fair and just thing.

He brushes back Chloe’s sweat slicked hair, and her breath stutters in her chest like a wounded animal. She nuzzles into his collarbone, careless of all their differences. To her, they are the same thing - and maybe here, in this dark corner of a shadowed hospital, it’s true.

Chloe, his bleeding, bright, ephemeral goddess makes it so.

[perpetualxfire]

About the muse Repost, do not reblog

GENERAL

NAME: Katelyn May Church, Alias: Carolina NICKNAME(S): Lina, C, Carolina, Katie-May AGE: Timeline dependent; Currently: 37 in HER chronology, 36 in the ‘canon’ timeline. SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil SINS: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: Keep the people she cares about safe.

PHYSICAL

BUILD: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / fat / obese HEIGHT: 6′3″ WEIGHT: 182 lbs of Muscle (ideally), much less post-Fridge incident (current point in canon thanks to time shenanigans) SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Let’s see if I remember them.

Old scar on her shoulder from a chain link fence when she was like twelve.

Bullet scar near her left hip from pre-pfl

An old burn scar on her left thigh from a close call with Sharky (not severe, but enough to leave a mark)

Scarring from the indentation of her armor against her skin from high-impact collisions while using the speed unit (around where the chest piece’s edges were pre-armor change)

Notable scarring around her implantation sites on the back of her neck from the surgery, as well as burning from over-stimulation/use of AI.

Stab wound on right leg that lead to amputation and a prosthetic from complications in the field and extended periods without proper medical facilities (even Emily can’t stave off infection without the right tools)

Full-body burn pattern matching the wiring in the suit from overuse of armor units (most notably the bubble-shield around the pelican during a nuclear explosion, but other incidents complicated matters)

A very nasty scar down her back crossing her spine from an energy sword (the wound was relatively superficial, but not even a scrape with an energy sword is going to heal cleanly)

Stretch marks from rapid weight loss while in Temple’s freelancer fridge.

ABILITIES/POWERS: Including armor equipment? This’ll take a bit.

Carolina is notable for her unique ability to manage certain armor enhancements without the help of an AI assistant - something that’s said to be nearly impossible and generally dangerous, as can be seen by her collisions with the speed unit, a likely result of a small miscalculation.

That said, Carolina has a lot of armor enhancements handy, from her trusty speed unit and active camouflage, both of which she uses very well, to a healing unit, a bubble shield, and potentially others - I don’t have the list up in front of me right now. Skilled use of these makes her practically a super-hero of sorts, but she’s never been seen using anything outside of the speed and camouflage without assistance.

Carolina has shown a passing ability to pick up just about any weapon and quickly figure out how to use it. Her use may not be the ‘correct’ way every time, but it’s usually perfectly effective. She’s also great at improvised weapons; one notable example is the use of a grenade-flail of sorts created as a combination of her trusty grappling hook and a grenade.

Outside of emotional manipulation, Carolina’s shown to be fantastic at manipulating her environment to her advantage, taking into account dozens if not more variables and gently nudging cause and effect to her favor. Unfortunately, in emotional contexts, she’s prone to getting severe tunnel vision, which cripples her ability to do this.

Even without her speed unit, Carolina’s reflexes are incredible, her reaction times and processing ability superior to almost every individual she’s faced up against - which is likely part of what allows her to run armor enhancements herself. She’s also notable for being very difficult to hit, and, in fact, almost every time she’s taken a substantial hit, it’s been as a result of her own actions; Felix is one notable exception.

Carolina’s also been shown to be impressively strong. You could argue that that’s the armor, but given the already limited power of freelancer armor compared to other armors in the same universe (looking at you, Spartans) and the fact that all of their equipment is sub-canonically confirmed to work with the undersuit more than the armor (yes it’s a stretch but I can point out where; it’s in the extras, not the main stuffs), this seems to be an inherent strength - and points, possibly, to the use of some basic physical augmentation in the freelancer project. I digress, however. Perhaps the easiest show of her strength, though not necessarily the most impressive, is when she successfully lifts two fully armored grown men through a single point of contact - namely, with her grappling hook. This is shown to be difficult for her, but is certainly impressive nonetheless.

Shown to be a fantastic leader, emotional/personal circumstances tend to cripple her leadership just as much as her environmental awareness. That doesn’t stop her from being a brilliant tactician and, under ideal circumstances, capable of making on the spot decisions, listening to input from her team, watching out for people in need, and accommodating for in-the-field errors. At the worst of times, however, she tends to focus too much on the goal, and not enough on the people. As long as she has a clear mind, though, she’s a fantastic leader.

Having been shown to use her active camouflage to seamlessly blend into groups of people or environments as needed, Carolina has been shown to be a fantastic stealth operative, despite it not being her primary function on a team.

Carolina was shown early in the project to likely have a big hand in planning mission operations, implying that she herself is at least a decent tactician, which likely contributes well to her ability to lead in the field.

FAVOURITES

FAVOURITE FOOD: Apples and anything of apple flavor. FAVOURITE DRINK: Water (Apple Juice-----) FAVOURITE COLOUR(S): Anything in the light blue/soft green spectrum. FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE: Doesn’t listen to a lot; likes anything empowering (Rock/select country songs but not the whole genre, select pop songs but not all, etc) FAVORITE BOOK GENRE: Science Fiction FAVORITE MOVIE GENRE: Dramas, Romances, and the occasional Fantasy Epic FAVORITE SEASON: Fall FAVORITE CURSE WORD(S): Frick FAVORITE SCENT: The ocean, or crisp mountain air (evergreens included)

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Switch. SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Only if she wants to torture people outside. Could be a good singer if she wanted, but it’s way more fun to make people squirm. LIKES BAD PUNS: Only sometimes.

TAGGED BY: @bxttle-cry​, @thestupidmeanone TAGGING: anybody who won’t have to write as much as i did holy shit (ilu tho)

[ambroseffxiv]

Character Details: Ambrose

just a quick warning, since this is pretty detailed, ill be putting as much detail as i feel like into this! which means things you probably didnt want to know. youve been warned. additionally, for my own sake, this is only for the crystal version of ambrose. thank you ilu

full name. Ambrose Metaxas ; birth name J’nah Vacho/Tia pronunciation. ahm-bro-s meh-tax-us nicknames. amby, amb, rosey/rosie, blue, baobao height. 4′11″ (possibly.) age. 19 zodiac. Nymeia patron, Aquarius zodiac languages.   Dravanian/Dragonspeak, ‘Old Elezen’/Landlord, Common/Eorzean (spoken only)

physical characteristics.

hair colour.  Natural hair color is a light pink, but tends to dye it in black or brown.  eye colour.  Cyan, with white pupils. skin tone.  Brown. body type.   Muscular, but not defined. Fat covers most of his stomach and legs, the most defined muscles being on his arms. Has a wider waist, with thick thighs comprised of muscle and fat.  accent. Otherworldly, on the surface. He sounds like he’s using his entire throat to speak, coupled with the occasional accidental snarl. To people who have joined in the chorus (understand dragonspeak/dravanian, are dragons in nature, etc) Ambrose sounds gentle and like a young man of his age. When excited, he gets a little higher pitched- Around the right people, that is. dominant hand.  He’s ambidextrous (ironically) but typically uses left hand. posture. He stands straight, with little slouch. Warriors do not slouch, and nor do soldiers. Has a tendency to sit with his hands between his legs. scars. Plenty, mostly from terrible decisions. Notable ones are primarily on his arms, smaller ones from repeat summoning as a child that have long since dulled, ones from swords and magical burns, and one notable one that spans both of his forearms, a slash from a Temple Knight’s sword in an attempt to end him. There are also a few smaller scars on his torso, but the only larger ones are underneath his breasts, but they aren’t noticeable unless you look for them. tattoos.  Arcane symbols that divide his upper body into sections like a butchering diagram. Made of Arcane ink and with smaller implants of Allagan origin. Stripes also follow on his upper body, furred portion of his legs, back, back of the neck, and face.  most noticeable features. Eyes appear to lack pupils. Tail is huge and fluffy, calves are digitigrade ending with paws, appears to have retractable claws when observed closely, fangs appear to be large enough that they shouldn’t fit so snugly in his mouth, nose seems to be more catlike, and hands/fingers have small pads.

childhood.

place of birth. Ala Ghiri, Gyr Abania. hometown.  Tailfeather, Dravania. birth weight / height. n/a (he was a fat baby tho) manner of birth. n/a (probably just summoned into the world who knows) first words. "Apple.” siblings.  Too many from his initial group of Heretics, various from the Enlightened Ones, currently unknown. Vaguely considering Akai Ikigomi due to relations. parents. J’nhakso (J Tribe, Miqo’te, Seeker of the Sun, Mother) Vacho Vesucho (Limsan, Lalafell, Plainsfolk, Father), Various adoptive parents. parental involvement. none from his birth parents. adoptive parents were very involved throughout each of their periods with him.

adult life

occupation. Retainer and sometimes botanist. current residence.  Ren Huang’s apartment in the Goblet. close friends. Esredes Rosemond, Ren Huang relationship status. In a relationship with Ren Huang.. Kind of. They’re working on it. financial status. Well off, even without Ren. Just manages his own money poorly. vices. Ambrose has a weakness to people who are simply kind to him from the getgo, a problem he had since he was little, trusting people relatively blindly so long as he’s treated well. Additionally, he has been prone to a slight drinking problem in his past due to it being the cheapest painkiller available when he was imprisoned. Otherwise, he’s desperate for attention and affection, and due to his own inexperience, is blind to certain boundaries in love, romance, sex, and all things relating to it. He does consider friends past a certain point as family as well, which can result in.. Problems, sometimes.

sex & romance.

sexual orientation.  homosexual romantic orientation.   homoromantic preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch  |  unsure preferred sexual role. submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed libido. Not very high, but he’s easy to get caught up in feelings and the moment. The quickest way to get him in bed is to follow his turn ons to the letter, and add in a little bit of praise and affection. He isn’t one to ask unless you’re fairly close to him. turn ons. treating him like a delicate little flower or treated like an object, secretly. He loves being roughed around, and praised for any little thing. Has a slight thing for being marked/claimed, and likes just being felt, mostly near the base of his tail (his tail is only sensitive at the tip and base) and his chest/nipples. Also enjoys having his nipples played with and sucked on. Also because of Ren, having casual conversation during sex. turn offs.  Blood. Any injuries being made to him or his partner that aren’t just bruises. Pulling on his ears or tail. Anything to do with his feet (though he doesn’t mind people playing with his toebeans, it’s not a turn on). Any mention of him being better if he were still a woman. Complete silence.  love language. Wrapping his tail around his partner. Constantly trying to keep them as close as possible. Little kisses on the chin and cheeks, and deep kisses with lips. Scratching at his partner’s back in certain positions. Feeling his partner and nuzzling them constantly. relationship tendencies.  Little gifts of affection, coupled with warm cuddles and needing to be close at all times. He can’t stand being separated for too long, and if he has to be, he gravitates back to his partner immediately. Wants to be held and cuddled, and is just a bit demanding. Supportive and his partners biggest cheerleader. Obsessed with his partner to an unhealthy point. Not controlling, but wants to know every little thing on his partner to make sure they’re always safe and always happy.

miscellaneous.

hobbies to pass the time.  Flowers. Just. Flowers. Talking to people he trusts. Trying recipes he’s never heard of. Some baking (he prefers making meals, but his cookies are great). Taking long walks. Snuggling Ren.  mental illnesses.  PTSD. Chronic Depression. Probably more, but I’ll be honest, I’ve never looked into it. physical illnesses.  His summoning ability leaves him a shade of a man, and if a primal takes over his mind, it turns quite literal. He considers it a blight on himself. Otherwise, physically usually healthy. left or right brained. Neither, apparently. (i’d say left) fears. Complete abandonment. Being somewhere completely silent. Everyone he knows dying all at once. Being surrounded by blood and gore. Blood and gore on white. Large fires. Burnt flesh. Ser Charibert. The leader of his heretic group before the Enlightened ones. Things he can’t see. Not being able to see.  self confidence level. Average, but dips into poor frequently. Usually holds his head high due in part of the teachings of his ‘father’ and leader, Esredes. Will refuse many things simply because of his personal pride.  vulnerabilities. His ability backfiring. His thighs are strong, but his calves are an easy target. Struggles in high heat environments due to growing up primarily in a temperate to frozen environment. Many things will trigger Ambrose into a panic attack, and he doesn’t know everything that will and won’t. 

tagged by: @thevoilinauttheory and @yulu-and-co tagging: @eastern-eccentric pls cries i think most ppl have already done this but if you havent use meeeeee

[badgerhuan]

I just noticed you cant add links in questions, but Google av club Simon pegg and your'e going to find it. I found the article kind of mean ? The comments also. But I'm drunk and I wanted to share and thank you for your wonderful tumblr. Love, daemon anon

Oof yeah my friend showed me that article. I do think it could have been worded better, but it does bring up a good point of actors today having to go through rigorous and unneeded physical changes for a role often at the expense of their health.

Tbh I’m not the biggest fan of Simon’s latest look either. He looks…..too lean. Worryingly lean. He’s lost not only body fat but also muscle mass. Also from 12% down to 8% body fat??? 12% is already really fucking low, like, athletes level of low. He didn’t need to thin himself down like this…it’s one thing if he wanted this for himself, but if he only did this solely bc of the role in Inheritance? It just. Makes me Concerned™.

I hope that after Inheritance is done filming he can get his body back to normal and be actually healthily fit for extensive physical activity since he’d most likely be diving right back into filming for Missions 7&8. His body right now won’t be able to handle that.

(also I might be late for this but I’m honored you thought of me, pls remember to hydrate and eat something take care of yourself ilu)