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soibaremyskinandicountmysins · 8 years ago

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Finally writing again... :)

Title Could This Be Perfection? Rating T Summary OMBaT outtake, Solara knew that she could never tell him, but she needed help, so she turned to the only person who she thought might help her. Warnings Violence, language, and some questionable humor. Disclaimer Why would Rick be posting fanfiction? Seriously, he'd just make another series for us to buy. (If you didn't get the sarcasm, I don't own anything you recognize.) Notes Well, this won't help with the cliffhanger I left everyone on, but uh, at least there is something new to read?

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Could This Be Perfection?

Getting pregnant hadn't been her first idea, but running away when she found out? Well, that one was her first idea, and the second and third idea. It wasn't that she didn't love Luke, but she wasn't entirely sure if she could trust him these days. She wasn't sure why, but he had been acting strangely ever since he had come back from his quest.

Solara wasn't sure, but she didn't really remember this. Sure he pulled away a bit, but she didn't think that it had been this bad. Maybe it was because she was older now and she saw things that she hadn't seen before, or he was just acting different around her because she wasn't some annoying ten-year-old desperately needing some kind of validation due to her father ignoring her.

Well, a part of her still desperately needed validation due to her father ignoring her, but she wasn't ten anymore. Her sadness had long since turned to anger, but if things were going the way that they did last time... Well, she could still be angry with her father and still fight for him at the same time. She'd rather be a knowing pawn versus an unknowing one. There was no way that Kronos would let her and Luke be together anyway.

So when her period was late, and the pregnancy test came out positive, she ran for it. She had no plan, no support to fall on, and no way to protect herself, but she ran anyway. If Kronos had already twisted his way into Luke's head, then there way no way she was going to let him know about her unborn child. She never once thought that Luke would hurt his own kid, but she didn't trust him to not take them away from her.

A week away from camp had passed relativity quickly and quietly. She hadn't been attacked, and no one had followed her either, so she thought that things were going well. At least they were until she came home to her crappy apartment and there was a god sitting on her couch.

"You chose the right time to leave," he said as he flipped through one of the books that she had lying around. It wasn't her's, just a loan from the library, but it made her uncomfortable to see someone so at home in hers. "He thinks that you just got tired of living at camp," he continued, "He has no idea about the little bundle of joy that you got cooking away in there." This was punctuated by a dismissive wave to her abdomen, and that made her even more uncomfortable than walking in to see someone lounging on her couch.

"How did you know?" she asked and finally stepped inside fully so that the door could shut behind her.

"My baby sister was nearby," he said dismissively, "She sometimes looks in on my kids. You're still considered pretty special, so she looked in on you. She was quite surprised to sense that you were pregnant."

"Wasn't my idea," she muttered, and edged towards her kitchen so that she could make some tea. "But, okay," she said. She held up a box of tea and showed it to him in question, he surprised her by nodding, but she pulled down two mugs anyway. She put enough water in the kettle for both of them, and then flipped the switch. "I'm still not sure why you're here though," she said, and she was slightly worried about pissing him off, but she'd happily blame pregnancy hormones. It didn't matter if that wasn't how it worked, it wasn't like he'd know anyway.

"I can't check in on my own daughter?" he asked.

Solara twitched. "You can," she said in a painfully neutral voice. The 'you never have before' was left unsaid.

He frowned, but he didn't say anything until the tea had been made and she was bringing over both mugs. He took the one she held out to him. "So, what is your plan when it comes to your kid?" he asked.

She sighed and sat on the couch next to him. She would have sat anywhere else, but she didn't have any chairs, and she wasn't going to sit on the floor in front of him. That was just way too much like submitting to him, and she might not be angry enough to fight against him, but she wasn't going to hand him even more power over her. "I don't have one," she said simply and took a cautious sip of her tea, "I left in a panic, and I haven't exactly thought beyond surviving for the next eight months."

He shrugged. There wasn't going to be help coming from him then. "You might want to," he said, "Eight months is not very long."

"I know," she said with a sigh.

Eight weeks along into her pregnancy, and it was only her father who had shown up out of the blue. If she actually could feel any kind of gratitude for him keeping his mouth shut about her, she would. She couldn't though. He always did something that inadvertently would piss her off, and she was quite happy to stick with one emotion when it came to him.

She still hadn't been attacked though. So tonight she was going to splurge for once. She was going to get some ice-cream, and she was going to get a movie to watch. Maybe it wasn't much, but two months and no attacks was pretty much a record for her. She almost thought that someone had set up wards around her apartment, but then she'd have to admit that one of the gods would care about her enough to do that, and that just wasn't something that she could comprehend.

Sure, some of them had taken an interest in her ever since she had dropped into this universe, but none had ever gone out of their way to protect her. Actually, she'd probably die of shock if any of them ever treated her like she either mattered, or was more than just an intriguing demigod who had appeared out of thin air. Though sometimes she wondered how they would treat her if they knew about the upcoming war. Probably not any different, but the thought usually was entertaining.

The movie sucked. The ice cream was great. She ended up sleeping on her couch from staying up too late after working for eight hours.

Eleven weeks in, and not once had she had to deal with anything strange yet. No weird cravings had driven her insane yet, and not once had she been subjected to any kind of nausea. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but her doctor, an older sibling actually, had told her that her baby was just fine, so she tried not to worry about the oddities of her pregnancy thus far. There were better things to worry about anyway.

Her father had decided to pay her another visit though.

"That's creepy as shit," she groaned when she woke up to see him sitting at the end of her bed watching her sleep. "Are you eating my cereal?" she asked a second later. Her eyes narrowed on the bowl in his hands. It was definitely one of her bowls, and she doubted that he'd actually bring his own food.

"We might not need mortal food to survive," he said after he swallowed his last bite, "But even gods can find Lucky Charms delicious."

"But it's mine," she protested. It was a terrible argument, but it had the advantage of being true. "And they're magically delicious."

He snorted and handed over a second bowl. It hadn't even gotten soggy yet, so she hoped that he hadn't been watching her for very long. (He was quite capable of making her a bowl before she woke up, but still have been there for hours.) "Got a plan now?" he asked.

She sighed and set the bowl on the night stand next to her bed before she sat up and picked up the bowl again. "No," she grunted, and then shoved a huge spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

He snorted. "You could ask for help," he said.

She glanced over at him in disbelief. "Who?" she asked. It was better than scoffing at him at least.

He grinned at her. "Oh, I'm sure you'll figure that part out."

While she was still trying to think of a reply, he drank the milk out of his bowl and disappeared. Surprisingly in the least flashy way that she had ever seen him do too. She might actually be proud of him for that.

She shook her head and smiled. So he could be tolerable at times, but that didn't mean that she was getting close to liking him. She wasn't into masochism.

Fourteen weeks in saw her starting to get stressed about what was going to happen after she gave birth. She also had a bet going on with her doctor about whether or not it was a boy or a girl. He thought that it would be a boy because Apollo and Hermes mostly had male children, but she just knew that her child was a girl. She'd love them either way, but she just knew that it was a girl.

She had also begun to draw up charts of pros and cons on which god or goddess to ask for help from. The problem was that she wasn't sure who would care enough to help, and could also work around the Ancient Laws enough to help. Her father was right out, and even she admitted that he'd care about his granddaughter. He couldn't help her though, so she didn't bother to entertain the thought.

Artemis might help her, but she also had her Hunters, so Solara was reluctant to ask.

Ares, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus were just a clusterfuck of envy, jealousy, and rage that she had no desire to even go near.

Asking Zeus was a joke. After Luke revealed himself, she doubted that her child would survive, and she wasn't going to gamble on a fraction of a chance. (Not that she believed that there was one.)

She seriously doubted that Hera or Demeter would help her. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she doubted it all the same. She really didn't have a very good grasp on how they would regard her situation anyway.

She wasn't sure if Poseidon knew that she existed. Though that would be hilarious. 'Hey, can you help me protect my kid, who also happens to be the child of the guy who's going to try and kill your son multiple times?', yeah, right. Poseidon might be the most laid back of the gods, but he was still a god.

Solara groaned just thinking about the rest of them and gave the charts a disgusted look before she set them on fire. They weren't going to help her figure out who to ask for help. She'd rather just write all their names down and pick one out of a hat at this point.

For being twenty weeks along, she wasn't all that big. She might have been worried if she hadn't remembered that her mom had said that she hadn't gotten that big during her pregnancy with Solara, so she just ate when she was hungry. Her doctor almost looked like he wanted to lecture her, but he kept his mouth shut as long as she and the baby were in perfect health.

She had also told her doctor to keep his mouth shut on the sex of the baby, but judging by his pouting face when he looked, she assumed that she won the bet. She'd collect after she gave birth to her daughter. She was actually starting to get kind of excited to meet little Alice.

At twenty-three weeks she caved and asked Hermes for help. She also asked Hestia. They both agreed to help her with her daughter, and to hide her existence from not only the other gods, but also Luke, and what would eventually be the Titan's army.

Hermes wasn't too thrilled with keeping the knowledge of Alice from Luke, but he also understood that as the mother, it was ultimately Solara's choice. It was a choice that she hated. A choice that she hadn't even wanted to make, and she wished more than anything that she could trust Luke with Alice, but she couldn't.

Hestia didn't even bother to voice her opinion. Solara wasn't sure why, but she was also grateful for it. She'd had enough of people telling her what to do and what to think. She knew that keeping Alice from Luke wasn't fair to him, but it went back to trust. She knew that Hestia wasn't comfortable with lying, but Hestia also loved her family. The goddess would do almost anything to protect every member of her family when asked to. For that, Solara would always be thankful.

On the twenty sixth week of her pregnancy Solara was about ready to make a run for it as soon as she gave birth. She had heard that Luke was looking for her, and she was utterly terrified that he'd find her. She knew that there was no way that he'd ever let her keep Alice from him. Not with all of the issues that he had with his own father 'abandoning' him.

Solara wondered if maybe just letting him find her would end well. She could always lie about who the father was. Up until Alice was born at least, then he'd know.

No, staying gone was better. If he died like he had before, then there would be slightly less guilt for him to deal with. He never needed to know that he was leaving a daughter behind. If he survived...

Well, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. She doubted that she'd have to though.

Alice was born at thirty two weeks. The stress had triggered labor, and by some miracle both Solara and Alice made it through okay.

Eight months later Solara packed up what few things she had accumulated over the last year and a half, and moved across the country. She'd been on her own for too long, and wile she knew that Hermes and Hestia were still looking after her and Alice, she just didn't feel safe where she was.

Though why she chose Florida of all places to move to, she had no idea. She hated the heat, the mugginess, and the city she lived in. Honestly, she should have at least gone to Orlando so that she could go to Disney world. Not she would have gone, but she would have liked to know that the option as there.

The only thing she did like, was the fact that she was able to live close to the beach. Her house wasn't that close, but she could walk to it if she so chose.

Solara grew to be happy in Florida. She never grew to like the weather, but she was happy with the life she was building there with her daughter. Alice had tons of friends in her pre-K class, and Solara herself had a few friends at the school where she was subbing. It wasn't a glamorous life, but it was theirs.

Best of all, no one even thought to look for her there. Her hatred of Florida was well known, and no one ever thought that she'd willingly go there. She was reliably informed that she was safe as long as she was there. Even when Luke was docked there waiting for the Fleece, he never thought to search for her there.

Alice was just turning six when Solara remembered that the war was coming to a head. Percy was months away from turning sixteen, and she knew that her time in hiding was coming to an end.

It was time to go back to New York.

Hestia and Hermes helped her move into an apartment building close to Olympus. As soon as the battle would start she was to bring Alice to Hestia. She would be kept safe while Solara fought in the battle, and if she jumped again, she had a blood oath from Hermes to keep her safe as she grew up. Whether that meant raising her for Solara, or just placing her with a family or at camp, Solara had no idea, but she knew that Alice would be safe.

Her darling daughter would grow up safe, happy, and loved. Solara couldn't ask for more than that. Even if she really wanted to.

The battle came. Solara hugged her daughter goodbye, and she joined Camp Half-Blood's forces in the fight. She prayed to the Fates themselves for the chance to stay behind after the battle, and if that wasn't a choice, then at least a chance to say goodbye to her daughter one last time before she jumped.

Thankfully she had been up on Olympus when the last wave hit.

Solara dropped everything she was doing to run to find Alice one last time. She knew that it might very well be the last time she ever saw her, and she'd rather die than to lose this chance. She would do every thing she could to make sure Alice knew how much she loved her.

Then she raced off to the throne room. She had to know.

"You denied me my child!" Kronos/Luke yelled.

"I know," Solara breathed, and she didn't bother to do much more than block his attack with her sword. There really wasn't much else for her to say or do. "I'm so sorry."

Kronos shoved Luke back again and turned to go after Percy. She doubted that he had any intentions of keeping her alive, but he wanted her to suffer later, not now. He was going to use Alice to hurt her, and fighting her wouldn't do anything for him now.

Solara stayed on the sidelines as much as she could. She helped drag an injured Annabeth away from the fight, but she didn't get much more involved than that. Luke would never listen to her with how angry he was with her, and she could only apologize to him for that.

Annabeth got through to him though.

Solara was happy for that, and she was able to apologize to Luke for hiding Alice from him, and she shared a picture of his daughter with him before he died.

She began to cry again, but before any of her tears could fall...

The world around her disappeared.

End Notes *ducks flying objects* Sorry! (For what you ask... Well, most of it.)

At present time chapter 12 has only about one sentence to it, but I'll be working on it. I have no idea when another update will happen, but my muse is slowly returning. (Maybe it's just too cold during the winter for me to write?)

Well, if any of you want to keep track of what I've been doing, then stalk my YouTube channel (link in bio), and stalk my twitter/tumblr/instagram (links in bio).

Title from the song Pretty Lies by VERIDIA

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#percy jackson and the olympians fanfiction #Luke Castellan #Hermes #Hestia #Apollo #of mohawk braids and thieves

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radley-writes · 5 years ago

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Since I’ve finished the second draft of His Majesty’s Starship, and have scribbled a few more chapters on my perennial projects Dressage Dragons and No Man’s Sky… Time for a shiny new novel!

A four-armed giant with anger issues, an anxiety-ridden cat burglar, a manipulative mastermind, a ditz of a mod-addict and a mostly person-shaped cloud of nanites walk into a bar. They’re the Vultures, a gang of all-lady con artists-come-thieves, and they have a plot to steal the most powerful AI in the galaxy out from under its own (figurative) nose.

With big guns (i.e., each of Buck’s arms), big dreams (only slightly drug-addled), and three brain-cells for the entire team (all of which are stored in Vash’s head) some of these idiots might even make it out alive.

A space heist with a 100% WLW main cast, VOLT features:

Gross creepy biotech surveillance! By which I mean space stations are literally giant floating brains in space! Ick!

Fun neuroscience-meets-scifi-meets-compsci jargon!

Team as family!

Friends to lovers! (no, seriously, the will-they-won’t-they is gonna slay you)

Queer women everywhere! Queer ladies as far as the eye can see! Butches! Femmes! Trans women! Enbie women! Women who are hella sexual but still chug that Respect Other Women juice! Women who aren’t sexual at all! Fuck! Yes!

High stakes!

High tension!

Dramatic betrayal!

…

…wait who said that

Oh yeah and did I mention the huge cyborg space-brains that are watching your every move

Please ask to be added to the tag list!

Image descriptions under cut.

First image: moodboard comprised of five panels.

Top left: dark starscape, ‘VOLT’ written in a white sci-fi font. Top right: a stylised picture of the brain, drawn to resemble electrical circuits, on a neon pink/blue background. Middle left: close up of a blue-painted spaceship engine, with a pseudo-alien script on the side. Bottom left: four women walking along a street, faces not shown. Middle/bottom right: a NASA photo of the Earth from space at night, cities glowing like synapses in a giant brain. Text reads: ‘1) noun: SI unit of electromotive force // 2) verb: to dodge an attack // 3) noun: a group of vultures’

Second image: white text against a textured background, using a variety of calligraphy and sci-fi fonts.

Text reads: ‘buckle the fuckle up, my bitches! We’re gonna steal a giant brain.”

Third image: five cartoon figures posing against a white background.

From the front left: Zeebe! A short, dark-skinned young black girl with her natural hair in two bunches. She wears a pink croptop over a pinker bodysuit. She stands with her arms crossed, blowing bubblegum, looking a little unimpressed. Vash! A short butch Asian woman with floppy black hair, a fur-lined bomber jacket, fingerless gloves, and a gunbelt. She’s smirking at the ‘camera’, a lit cigarette held to her lips. Felicita! A brown-skinned woman whose long, wavy black hair falls to her waist. Two pink horns sprout from her forehead, and she’s looking upwards with a big smile. Neon pink hexagons appear to sprout from the tips of her upraised fingers - holographic keypads, perhaps? Chel! A tall, bald cyborg-esque olive-skinned woman in a bright green dress that matches her eyes. She looks straight towards the ‘camera’ with a level expression. Buck! A giant four-armed white woman ducks to fit in the frame, one hand pressed against the ceiling, elbows clonking the edges of the shot. She’s frowning at the ceiling as if it’s personally offended her. She has a long blonde braided mohawk, and bands of black runic tattoos around each bicep.

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screamingtofu · 3 years ago

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got around to actually doing up the descriptions of my dnd characters. So here, envision all of my disaster children.

Eridol Trahaearn-Edryd - Gnome cleric Small woodland flowers sit woven amongst light brown hair that has been pulled into delicate, intricately styled braids framing a young olive skinned face, alert and curious emerald green eyes and a very large broken gnomish nose sit above a small worried mouth. Wisps of numerous scars can be seen climbing up his neck from within his armor. A handmade crocodile skin cloak hangs from the shoulders of a metal chestpiece with fine etched filigree cascading down the left side and a blue and purple coloured hexagonal pattern repeating across the pauldron worn on the right shoulder and a deep blue sash tied around his waist the only things indicating his faith as a Tyrran cleric. Simple leather gloves and boots round out the outfit Tristellian Daxos - Drow Ranger A shorter than average, androgynous looking drow with tight white shoulder length curls pulled back away from their face, several gold and silver piercings can be seen across the tops of their ears. Large circular dark quartz sunglasses hide vibrant purple eyes. They appear to be wearing a high collared royal blue button up top with sleeves rolled up to their elbow with several leather straps wrapping around their midsection and a billowing double layer skirt that fades from royal blue to black and purple at the base. Knee high, slightly heeled dark brown boots can be seen beneath the hem of the skirt. Zephyr Cirric - Genasi wizard A light skinned air Genasi sporting a short white mohawk that shifts and flows like fog, leaving momentary trails in the air as he moves, bright blue eyes are rimmed by heavily smudged and streaked eye liner sit above a thin, streamlined nose and lopsided smile. Wearing a small opal necklace, simple uncoloured shirt, worn leather jacket and simple comfortable pants with tall worn boots. A burnished child's charm bracelet swinging freely from the spine of a small, well worn spellbook hanging from his thigh. A large tattoo of the night sky, complete with intricate silvery constellations covers most of his left arm, part of his chest and neck, fading into nothingness at the edges. Within the tattoo are several markings recognisable as thieves cant warning any who can read it to not do business with him or any companions

#dnd #dnd character

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veliona-xiv · 5 years ago

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Body Aesthetics: Isuke

[ BODY ]

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles (beauty mark). Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Turquoise. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Mismatched.

[ HAIR ]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Pompadour. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. PonyTail. Braid. Locks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Silver. Going Grey. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Orange. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Henna tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Forearm tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals. Baking. Tea. Scent of an old person.

[ CLOTHES ]

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colours. Pastels. Light colours. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light Armor.

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots. Thigh-high.

Tagged by: @hangedemperor Tagging: @jateshi @charm-in-spades @lukelxiv @devil-you-know @glorified-thieves @clearsundays @andarion @waitingrose @deviltouched-xaela @maxikha-ffxiv @gunnarsvard

#rp meme #Isuke Ejinn

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the-lunar-mistress · 5 years ago

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Body Aesthetics - Sazlethan Mahvash

🌙BODY

🌙HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

🌙SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tawny. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

🌙EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Turquoise. Violet. Pink. Sea Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

🌙HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut, sort of. Afro. Pompadour. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. Ponytail. Braid. Locks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Going Grey. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Orange. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

🌙TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Henna tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Forearm tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Ear piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

🌙COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

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🌙CLOTHES

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thetheshadowofwestfall-blog · 6 years ago

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An Iron Chrysanthemum In Her Hair

Part Three: Counting Stars

Big place, Azeroth. Lots of people. Lots of places. Lots of points of view. Hard to imagine all of the little stories across the planet and beyond playing out day-by-day. Drops of feelings and desires in an ocean of emotions.

The morning dew of the jungle had long since evaporated, leaving the jungle a hot and humid mess of plants and insects. Sun showers had become common of the last few months, with the changes upon the face of Azeroth driving more and more weather patterns out of their normal cycles. Soon the showers turned into torrents, brief but heavy downpours of water that washed out lesser roads and tore through canvas at their worst. The way leading in to Booty Bay was as busy as any other part of the jungle port, with caravans and shipments and travelers covering every exposed and half-exposed piece of land they could while waiting for admission. People sought cover, from the heat or humidity or rain. Or from one-another.

Not everywhere was quiet, or polite. Or both. A ring had sprung up near one of the side hills, men tacking down posts and wrapping corded rope around it for the sake of a fair place to fight unfairly. Pirates, cutthroats, brigands and worse gathered for the fights; each sort of man or woman looking every bit as dirty and grim as the next.

Pratchett stood out in the crowd, but not overly. The jungle humidity left him shirtless to avoid soaking his good clothing, only wearing his belt pants and boots. He had long since pulled his guitar out and played for the group, glistening under the heat of the Stranglethorn environment as much as he would in a crowded bar. His hair was a mess, loose and dripping with sweat.

The Alliance and Horde present didn't seem to take their war seriously, so close to the bruisers of Booty Bay. 7th Legion and Warbound gambled side-by-side, only occasionally coming to blows over an observation or cheated set of dice or cards. Sometimes they fought one-another in the ring, sometimes they pet on one-another after seeing a good streak. Few looked to the young man with Dark Iron-styled hair to enter the ring of combat though, seeking to keep their entertainment in one piece.

The Mag'har woman challenged him the instant she approached the camp. She was thickly built compared to Pratchett, with a single long braid running down the back of a stylized mohawk that rose up above an otherwise shaved head. She wore tattoos of the Burning Blade clan, brilliantly etched fires in umber and gold. Her features would be attractive to her own people and a select few views, but she was very much an orcish woman of strong muscles and pointed motions. There were curves, as there were with any of the savage-bent Horde raves, but they were dwarfed by her raw strength and the obvious training which had built her size up.

Pratchett sighed and set his guitar down, looking the Mag'har woman up and down a few times before shrugging helplessly and accepting the duel. The crowd of men and woman around them cheered and hollered, drawing attention from other nearby sets of gamblers and card sharks and lounging workers. It didn't take Will long to prepare himself, drawing out his equipment from his small belt satchel to get to work. Wrapping his hands and arms in tight linen cloth straps and tying his hair back out of the way, he mimicked the motions of the woman whom challenged him in her preparations. His boots came off, wrapping his feet similarly before stepping towards the ring and picking his footing inside of it. The Mag'har woman did the same, her feet already bound as she tightened a strap on the harness holding her bust in place.

"For honor!" Will spoke first, shouting the words as she stared at him. “One bout, clan rules. You yield, you lose. You lose consciousness, you yield. Agreed?” The woman simply grunted at him, taking up an active stance as she drew a pair of wooden blades from the straps on her hips.

Will matched the motion point for point, drawing his own wooden blade from his hip and holding it before him in an equally-aggressive two-handed blade-down position.

“Say it!” the woman shouted as she took a quick half-step back, her feet kicking through the rough dirt and stone of their arena as she came to rest on the balls of her heels. “Sticks and stones and broken bones, Kajin’ka.” The human almost spat the name out as he took a moment to assess the damage, using her native orcish to hammer home the point. He wasn’t broken, only bruised. The rib would heal in time, though the soreness would remind him not to drop his guard for the sake of a forward-stepping blow like that for months. “I think I understand why Moltenedge sent you here.” More orcish, with the human working his way through the words in all the determination and meaning that was required for such a guttural and harsh language.

Will was on her like a shot from a blunderbuss, the human leading his first strike with a focusing shout. “You insult me, and your ancestors!” He closed the distance with the speed and agility of a man fighting for his life, quickly making the bound ahead at her before pivoting off his right foot at the last second and aiming for a single-handed bat at her weapons from her left. “You yield, you lose! You go out, you lose! Nothing about holding back!” The young man struck at her again, quickly aiming his blow at her weapons again before adjusting his blow and piercing it forward between her blades. Even with a solid defense and the means to grab his weapon he could land a strike on her midsection, driving the weapon to the side as he delivered to her what she had tried to do for him.

The crack of bone was audible, but not as much as the low growl that came with it. The young human man let the sound resonate as he finally delivered something satisfactory upon the woman after a number of his own bruises had manifest, letting the flash of green broil from his eyes before putting his magic to a better use. Time slowed down around him as he slipped his wooden blade from between hers, watching the look of disbelief fully cover her face as he brought the wooden blade around to strike at her right arm in a two-handed upward sweep. Blood shot from her skin at the impact, bone cracking in protest at being so roughly handled. The magic faded as quickly as it had been summoned, the human seeing the world speed back up in the blink of an eye.

The young man collected his guitar and tossed down the gold he’d been tipped so far by the pirates and high-seas thieves where he once sat. He draped his shirt over a shoulder, carrying his guitar by the strap with one hand and his scabbard with the wooden blade in the other. He waved with the blade-wielding hand, a quick motion behind him at the assembly of men and women. The Mag’har woman simply grunted as he departed, her attention take up by the pressing matter of her throbbing arm and the people surrounding her to ask how they could move so quickly. Was she really a Blademaster? Who was the man she fought? How could a human move so quickly to keep up with an orc?

Kajin’ka knew how. Distasteful. Disgraceful. To think, her kin from this time and place had taught the secrets of their art to a weak-willed fraternizing pink-skinned boy like that. One that blended it with the magic they fought so hard to escape! It made her blood boil and her hands clench, which only served to remind her of the pain in her arm and the injury she had inflicted on him.

Next time, she thought to herself as she bit hard enough to draw blood from her lower lip, you will yield. Or die.

#Willaude Pratchett #the shadow of westfall #Truthsinger

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mediocrewritingsofacrazycanadian · 8 years ago

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Clodilin Utrix

Full Name: Clodilin Tardak Acublis Utrix (Clod-ohlan Oo-tricks)

Nick name: Olin, Sir Dumbass, Sabre of Death, L.B (Lizard baby)

Age: 19 1/2

Race: Drotoz (Humanoid Lizard person species)

Height: 5′8″

Eye Color: Yellow with slit pupils

Hair: Dark blue mohawk (usually worn in spikes)

Abilities/Powers: Night vision, poison saliva, incredibly hard armor-like skin, knight training, really good hearing and sight

Weapons: Dual scimitars, fangs, claws, poison, tail

Job: Cook assistant/ unofficial counselor/ poison expert/ unofficial crew pet tbh

Personality: Awkward as all fucking get out especially around new people, loves puns more than life probably, he is the chillest of everyone, food is his one true love, spends most of his time when not training or working in the kitchen napping on deck in the sun or curled up by the forge in Nix’s workroom cause it’s warmest in there, legit just loves laying in the sun and reading, he’s the guy you got to when you’re stressed or need advice or just need to chill with someone because he is the most supportive friend ever and just being around him chills people out, he’s almost never angry ( it takes a lot to get him to a point where he’s no longer calm and relaxed, however a surefire way is to threaten or harm his family and those he considers to be his family), gives really good advice and likes to make people happy, likes to have his hair played with when he he doesn’t have it up in spikes, gives the literal best hugs ever, loves to cook because food is usually good at making people happy (and because food makes him happy), sings to himself a lot, believes unshakably in his moral code and will not break it (but it’s his code only, other peoples laws and codes do not apply to him as far as he concerned unless it coincides with his own code), doesn’t like the dark even though he can see in it, taps random rhythms with his claws if he’s bored or zoned out, zones out a lot (usually by accident), is the best listener and loves listening to people, loves to read (trashy romance novels and adventure are his favorites), good a hair braiding (if you’ve got long hair in this crew he has braided your hair at some point for sure because he’s the best at it), trips over his own feet (and tail) a lot, stutters over his words sometimes (and says things out of order by accident and sometimes accidentally slurs a bit or lisps slightly because fangs and a forked tongue can really screw up a guys ability to enunciate)

Physical Description: He’s covered in blue and green scales which are smooth to the touch one way and kinda rough the other, is humanoid but has a long tail starting at his tailbone and extending into a tapered point to the floor and clawed hands and feet, his spine and tail have a line of soft blue spikes down them (which change color like his scales), his mowhawk lines up with the spikes down his back and tail but is still made of hair (it changes color like his scales)and he also has dark blue eyebrows and eye lashes but no other hair on his body, his scales change color depending on the light and his moods (his facial scales will go from green to dark blue when he blushes for instance and when he’s full on mad his entire body will go dark green) but are mainly just mottled and mixed and have lighter blue and green markings along his tail and back and arms and such, his eyes are the kind of eyes that always make him look like he’s smiling, pretty much always has his scimitars strapped to his back in their sheaths, likes loose comfy clothes like cargo-type pants and t-shirt style shirts or shirts with no sleeves and v necks and usually in earth tones (green, grey, brown, brown-ish red, beige) or bright colors if he’s trying to impress a someone he likes (bright or jewel tone greens and blues and purples) because unique colors are supposed to attract more mates (or so his moms say), doesn’t wear shoes because he has clawed feet and prefers to have them bare in case he’s gotta fight but also because it helps him feel grounded and balanced, tail twitches and moves when he get’s nervous, is made of all lean muscle (he kinda hopes he gets big and buff when he gets older...he also hopes to get taller), doesn;t have human-like ears (instead has holes on the sides of his heads like an actual lizard that allow him to hear really well), has fangs (snake-like that he can retract at will) and a sticky forked tongue (He sometimes eats bugs and mice and has no shame about it), keeps his claws sharp always (includes filing them if they get too blunted), let’s Avala and Zira paint his nails whatever color they like all the time, wears leather bracers on his arms and cloth wraps (like a boxer) on his hands at all times, has a silver eyebrow piercing in his left eyebrow, wears a leather cord necklace with one baby fang from each of his seven siblings hanging from it to remind him of home.

Backstory:

Olin (Oh-lin) was born to mothers Sephy Myhx Utrix (Sef-ee Mix Oo-tricks) and Fyra Streth Jylo-Utrix (Fear-ah Jeye-low) in an unnamed desert to the south, he is the third of seven siblings, two older sisters and two younger brothers and another two younger sisters. Olin and his family were very close and went everywhere together. The whole family traveled constantly from one place to the next, learning new things and meeting new people as they went. Fyra was originally from another desert and had traveled the world for a long time before she met and settled down with Sephy and their children and during her travels she picked up many skills and experiences, one such skill was sword fighting which she taught to any of her children who wished to learn it , Olin expressed a desire in learning it a very young age and trained with his mother and siblings his whole life until he turned thirteen. At thirteen Olin was determined to become a knight someday, he’d heard about them and read about them and he decided he had to be one, that it was his destiny to become a brave and valiant knight. So the whole family moved to little town close to where an order of knights had their stronghold. Olin proved himself worthy of at least being trained by showing off his already formidable skills with dual swords alongside his excellent endurance and physical abilities. For the next few years Olin trained to become a knight, he excelled in anything blade related and his own natural weapons (claws, teeth, tail, night vision, armor-like skin) were a great help to him as well of course when it came to fighting and he had a surprisingly strong sense of justice and honor and was honestly the perfect example of a knight (even if he was a big lizard dude). Finally at age seventeen Olin was proclaimed a full-fledged knight of the realm and he was overjoyed at the idea of getting to fight for justice and all that good stuff. Of course less than a full year later he met Glory and her crew and it all went downhill real fast. See Glory and crew were arrested for being thieving pirate bastards and trying to sell stolen goods in town and then after talking to them while he was on guard duty one night Olin sort of figured that they couldn’t actually be as bad as the guard captain and higher ranking knights said they were because they seemed like generally good people despite being thieving bastards, and also maybe Olin thought that their life seemed way more adventurous and interesting . So Glory and crew somehow convinced him to release them which of course resulted in Olin being arrested and de-knighted, after which he went off in search of Glory and crew so he could join them. Glory let him join because she felt kinda bad for getting him de-knighted and also the idea of having a formally battle-trained lizard dude on board sounded way too good to pass up.

#Clodilin Tardak Acublis Utrix #Olin #OC #Mywriting #Originalwriting #originalcharacters #Belladonna #Backstory

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