#so i guess it looks different on their faces lol

[suempu]

caleb blurbs because this text has me twirling my hair

-> minor spoilers for his interactions, jealousy (is it really a surprise atp lol), he's a bit petty, typical yandere caleb -> no pronouns used for the reader, not proofread (scratches head)

<3

yeah you might think he’s some kind of mean hard dom 24/7 (and he’s definitely capable of that based on the situation) but first and foremost, all he wants is to good for you.

caleb’s always been a giver. he’s someone you’ve relied on ever since you were both young and he’d be damned if you ever stopped coming to him for help.

he wants to drink your tears, eat your skin, and live from each beat and pump of your heart. everything about you consumes him, you're his entire world— of course he'd do anything and everything for you.

from every miniscule muscle twitch of your face, he can read and dissect whatever you're feeling and thinking. he prides himself in knowing about your wants and needs.

so how would he feel when he finds you strolling around Linkon with what looks like if a bunny grew human legs. he feels a twitch in his eye.

or when he hears your heartfelt laughter in Meows Cafe with a suspicious looking man with platinum hair, who looks far too serious to be caught in such a cutesy place. his hand curls into a knuckle, eager to interrupt your outing where it not for the look of your face. and for the fact that he died.

it happens numerous times, different occasions of him spotting you in the most random locations. his squad member talking about a recent gallery of her favorite artist, caleb's about to tell her off about work until he catches the sight of your figure on the photo of her phone.

caleb's shaking his head with a frown. he's gone. he's been dead for a year... and he finds out you've been frolicking the fields with these men. holding hands with these people as if his fake body wasn't buried deep into the ground of the cemetery you visit each week.

post homecoming wings, he's crashing the party no matter the place and time. he keeps up the charming and boyish, childhood best friend act and tries to compete with the others. he does not give a fuck, he'll do what it takes to make you realize that he's much more capable than your replacements.

"oh, and who might this be?" his smile is so shiny and bright as if his chest isn't bubbling with anger. caleb traps you with a side hug, arms resting against your shoulder. "don't remember you introducing this face to me yet, sweets."

you'd have to drag him away after that, nagging when you get home that he couldn't just try and intimidate every person he sees you hang out with.

he's crossing his arms, watching you pace around your apartment with a sour look on your face. he only smiles condescendingly.

"come on, they aren't even all that. its not that big of a deal, pip. if he can't handle it then.... i guess he's just not good for you."

he's gonna downplay shit while wearing the most trustworthy smile ever and you're not stupid enough to believe half of the stuff he's saying, leading to squabbles.

but if caleb's being honest... he loves that you're fighting back. it reminds him of your childhood arguments and he's relishing in every moment he can spend with you.

he's too proud and sure that your rightful place is in his arms. he's not even worried that you're defying him. that's how big his head is, he's not even worried. (spoiler, he is very worried.)

"hey, come over to mine, i cooked your favorite ;)"

throughout the meal, he'll act like a mom chastising your boyfriends. always criticizing them, questioning their motives. you huff and puff, defending your... friends(?) with a determined look on your face.

caleb reaches a hand out and wipes the corner of your lip. "got a lil somethin' there, sweets." he murmurs before licking his finger off, maintaining eye contact. "they take care of you right?" he half chuckles— half scoffs. "bet they don't even know how you like your food prepared." "caleb..."

but no matter, he'll let you spread your wings, run around with these boys to god knows where. he'll cement his place in your life, being with you ever since you've been kids, and the heavens will have to drag his bones to get him away from you.

you'll understand soon enough that in the end— its always and only going to be him.

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

I saw your post about still wanting requests, so here is one. Sirius Black and fem!reader with the prompt 7. “Have some fun for once!” and angst. They’re out of Hogwarts already. Reader is introverted and scared of what others will think if she does something that puts attention on her, even the smallest things. When Sirius and their other friends want to do something one day, she’s inclined to say no to. And then he says the prompt and it actually hurts her because she knows that she should be more fun (of course she doesn’t need to be, but she feels like it). And then fluff. They’re not a couple yet, but Sirius is in love with her and she also with him

Fun

sirius black x reader - fun

word count: 1.5k

summary: y/n already struggles with feeling like she isn’t/can’t have fun so when a certain someone pressures her, she breaks down

warnings: allusions to social anxiety

a/n: since i have chronic social anxiety and depression…this was based on an interaction i’ve had with a past bf before i had meds lol

     The flat was dimly lit when Sirius Black knocked on the door. He rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets, trying to shake the jittery excitement coursing through him. Sirius wasn’t one for nerves—confidence practically radiated off him—but this was different. It wasn’t just another party tonight. It was an opportunity to convince her to step out of her comfort zone.

     Y/N opened the door after a moment, her eyes widening at the sight of him. She looked as she always did—quietly beautiful, her gaze gentle but guarded, like she wasn’t sure if she should invite him in or continue standing in the doorway.

     “Evening,” Sirius said, his trademark grin spreading across his face. He leaned casually against the doorframe, though inside, his heart was doing an impatient drumbeat.

     “Sirius,” Y/N greeted softly, her voice just above a whisper. “What… brings you here?”

     “Well, I was just in the neighborhood,” Sirius began, clearly lying, “and I thought, you know, maybe I’d check in on my favorite recluse.”

     Her lips twitched at the corners—a tiny smile, but one that quickly faded as she stepped aside to let him in. Sirius strode into the small, cozy flat, glancing around at the stacks of books, the neatly arranged furniture, and the single cup of tea abandoned on the coffee table. It was so her. Warm, quiet, and comforting.

     “Let me guess,” he said, turning to face her. “You were planning to spend the night with that thrilling book, weren’t you?” He gestured toward the novel sitting on the armrest of the couch.

     Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze flickering to the book and then back to him. “Is that a problem?”

     “Not at all,” Sirius replied, though his grin widened. “But I’ve got a better idea.”

     She tilted her head, already wary. “What kind of idea?”

     “A party.”

     Her face fell immediately. “Oh.”

     “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that,” Sirius said, stepping closer to her. “It’s going to be fun. James and Remus are coming, and so’s Lily. You’ll know people there. It’s not like I’m dragging you to some den of strangers.”

     Y/N hesitated, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. “I don’t know, Sirius…”

     “You don’t know?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What’s there to not know? You get dressed up, we go there, we have a laugh, and you get to see just how terrible James is at dancing. It’s a win-win!”

     “I just…” she started, then trailed off, her words faltering. “I’m not really good at… parties. Or crowds. Or… people.”

     Sirius sighed, though not unkindly. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and looked at her with those piercing gray eyes. “Y/N, you’re brilliant. You know that, right? You’re smart, you’re kind, and I swear you’re funny when you let yourself relax.”

     She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I just don’t think tonight’s the right night.”

     “Why not?”

     “I just…” Y/N fumbled for an excuse, her mind racing. “I’m tired. And I’ve got work in the morning. And—”

     “And nothing,” Sirius interrupted, his grin returning. “You’re always tired, you always have work, and yet you somehow manage to keep a perfectly tidy flat and read a hundred books a year. You’ve got time for this.”

     “Sirius—”

     “Have some fun for once!” he teased, throwing his hands up. “You can’t stay cooped up in here forever, you know.”

     That did it.

     The teasing lilt in his voice, the casual way he brushed off her hesitations—it hit a nerve she hadn’t realized was so raw. Y/N blinked, her throat tightening as her chest grew heavy. I’m trying, she thought, though the words didn’t come out right away.

     Her hands clenched at her sides as tears stung the corners of her eyes. She hated this. Hated how easily her emotions betrayed her. Hated how hard it was to just… be normal.

     Sirius noticed the shift immediately. His teasing smirk faded as he took a step closer to her, concern etched across his face.

     “Y/N?”

     “I’m trying,” she managed to say, her voice cracking slightly. She quickly turned her head, brushing away the tears that had escaped before he could see them.

     “Woah, woah—hey.” Sirius’s voice softened as he reached for her, his hands landing gently on her shoulders. “I was just joking. I didn’t mean it like that.”

     She didn’t respond, keeping her gaze fixed somewhere over his shoulder.

     “You’re fun,” he said earnestly, his grip tightening just slightly. “You know that, right? You’re so much fun.”

     Before she could protest, he pulled her into a hug.

     Sirius held her tightly, his arms wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. He felt her shoulders tremble, the weight of her sobs pressing against him, and he wished he could take it all away—every ounce of self-doubt, every bit of pain that made her feel so small.

     "I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with sincerity. "I didn’t mean to upset you. I shouldn’t have said that."

     His hand moved to the back of her head, gently holding her there as he whispered the words over and over again. "I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry."

     Y/N didn’t speak at first, the tears flowing freely now, staining his shirt. She wasn’t sure why the sudden vulnerability felt so heavy—why his words, meant in jest, had caused such an emotional response. Maybe it was the fact that she already felt invisible in the world, like she was always the one standing in the background, watching others live their lives. And now here was Sirius, someone she admired and trusted, someone who had been nothing but kind to her, inadvertently reminding her that she couldn’t just be a part of it all.

     The gentle, rhythmic pressure of his hand on her back was the only thing that kept her grounded as she let out a shaky breath. It felt both comforting and overwhelming, and as much as she wanted to pull away, part of her needed the closeness.

     Sirius pulled back just a little, enough to see her face. His hands gently cupped her cheeks, his thumb swiping across the dampness beneath her eyes. His gaze softened as he wiped the tears away, his heart aching at the sight of her so fragile, so open in front of him.

     "Hey," he whispered, his voice almost a soft rasp. "You don’t have to cry."

     She shook her head, not trusting her voice yet. Sirius gave her a small, understanding smile and let his hand fall to his side.

    "You know we don’t have to go to that party, right?" he said quietly, looking at her with such earnestness that she felt the weight of his words. "If you don’t want to, we won’t."

     Y/N glanced up at him, her eyes still red from crying but clearer now, as though she was coming back to herself. There was something in his gaze, something soft and patient, that made her believe him. He wouldn’t force her to go. He wouldn’t push her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

     She took a steadying breath, then nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I... I want you to stay here. If you’re okay with that."

    Sirius’s heart swelled at her words, a warm feeling flooding through him. He smiled, a genuine, relieved smile that lit up his face. He reached up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

     "I would love that," he said, his voice full of affection. "I’ll stay as long as you want. We can do whatever you feel like doing—no crowds, no parties, just us."

     She met his gaze, a small but grateful smile tugging at her lips, and for the first time that evening, she felt a sense of calm settle over her.

     Sirius stepped back. "So, what do you say? You still up for tea and a good book, or is there something else you’d rather do?"

     Y/N wiped her face with the back of her hand, chuckling softly despite herself. "Tea sounds perfect."

     "Tea it is," Sirius said, his voice light and teasing once more, though the care behind it was unmistakable.

     As they moved toward the kitchen, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a weight lift off her shoulders. It wasn’t just about the party or the social expectations. It was about being seen, about having someone there who genuinely cared.

     Sirius may have teased her about stepping out of her comfort zone, but in that moment, she felt like she was exactly where she needed to be—with him, in her space, free to be herself.

[babydollslibrary]

LAVENDER HAZE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

published: February 6th, 2023

summary: in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

specific lyrics: “i been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully. all this shit is new to me.” and “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.”

not my gif

“y/n, when are you and Trevor gonna get married?” a reporter asks as i walk through the hallways of Honda Center, away from the Ducks dressing room and up towards the seating. i send a stiff smile their way and continue walking, effectively ignoring their question.

i’ve been dating Trevor since we were sixteen. five years together and you’d think i would be used to this by now, but it’s harder than one would think.

of course Trevor and i have talked about marriage, when you’ve been together this long, it’s inevitable that you’ve talked about it. but we’ve mutually decided to wait until it feels right for us. we’re only twenty-one after all. but it seems that it’s the only question i get asked nowadays.

sure, when i ran into reporters in the past, they may have asked me this question a couple times, but usually they just asked me what it was like to be high school sweethearts with an nhl player or what kind of things Trevor does at home to get ready for a game. but now it’s always ‘when are you guys getting married?’ and ‘y/n has Trevor proposed yet?’.

having been dating Trevor since his USNTDP days, it’s definitely different dealing with him now having real fans and him being approached at restaurants for pictures. i don’t mind it, but it can get to be a bit much when with his fame comes hate towards me. girls telling me i’m not good enough for him or that they could treat him better and whatnot. every photo i post on instagram has at least twenty comments saying such things.

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i’m sat on the couch waiting for Trevor to get home from his game. i left right after it ended, Trevor texting me that he had to do interviews and that Jamie would drop him off at home.

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@y/n11: the secret is out, i’m actually just @trevorzegras personal photographer 📸

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@user1: y/n using her boyfriend for clout again lol

@user2: alexa play treat you better by shawn mendes

@jackhughes: i’m stealing Louie next time i visit

@y/n11: good luck, Trevor might actually disown you as a friend if you try

@jackhughes:@y/n11 sounds like a win-win situation to me

@user3: how has it taken me months to realize she changed the number in her username to match Trevor’s jersey number? didn’t she used to be y/n46?

@user4: yeah, and before that she was y/n9 to match his usa number. they’re so cute 😭 i wonder if she’ll change her username to y/nzegras when they get married

@trevorzegras: and you’re the cutest photographer there ever was

@y/n11: i wanna smooch your face 💋💋

@_alexturcotte: whipped

@trevorzegras: @_alexturcotte i don’t see you with a girlfriend so which one of us is really winning here?

@user5: oh look, another post of Trevor. anyone wanna take a guess on what her next post will be? hint: it probably won’t her ugly ass

@_quinnhughes: miss you! come visit soon!

@trevorzegras: aww miss you too Huggy!

@_quinnhughes:@trevorzegras did it look like i tagged you? you can stay in Anaheim

@y/n11: miss you too Hugs! i’ll come with Trev on their next game there and root for you! 🧸

@user6: lmao she’s rooting for another guy? slut. bet she’s bounced around to all Trevor’s old teammates + Quinn

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i scroll through the comments on my recent instagram post, seeing all the girls insulting me or saying i use Trevor for fame. am i not allowed to post my boyfriend anymore just because he’s in the NHL?

i didn’t realize i had tears welling in my eyes until one drops onto my screen. wiping it off, i hear the front door open and shut, Trevor arriving home. i listen to the mundane sounds of him slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys into the dish by the door before i hear his footsteps coming towards the living room. i hastily wipe away my tears and sniffle before he can see that i’ve been crying.

“hey, baby.” i say, my voice not quite recovered from my throat being closed up while i was crying, but Trevor doesn’t seem to notice. he takes the seat next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so my head lays on his chest.

“hi, love. did you see that goal i made for you?” he asks and i chuckle.

“i did. you did amazing, babe. i’m so proud of you.” i tell him, wrapping my arm around his waist and squeezing him tighter to me. he drops a kiss to the top of my head and i can feel the smile on his lips.

“lemme see that pretty face.” he whispers, nudging my chin up with his hand. but when i look up at him, his smile drops. “hey, what happened? why were you crying?”

he rubs at my cheek with his thumb, tracing my puffy under eye with the tip of it. i shake my head slightly.

“it’s nothing, Trev.” he shakes his head and scowls.

“it’s not nothing if it made my girl cry. now tell me.” he says.

“it was just the comments on my instagram post. there were these girls—” i cut myself off, not knowing if i want to tell him what they said.

“hey, what? ‘there were these girls’ what?” he asks softly.

“these girls were commenting that i was using you for clout, and that i was ugly. and another one said that i’ve probably gotten with you and all your friends.” i whisper. his face contorts in disbelief before dropping into an angry frown.

“don’t listen to them.” he tells me. i open my mouth to rebut but he speaks again. “i’m serious, y/n. don’t pay them any attention. i know you’re not using me. i mean, you put up with my annoying, class clown ass in high school. if that doesn’t speak wonders then i don’t know what does.”

i giggle and land a light smack against his chest.

“i happen to have liked your annoying, class clown ass.” i tease.

“and i still wonder why.” he shrugs. “as for the other comments, you’re gorgeous, princess. you’re so beautiful. i still can’t believe i get to wake up every morning and see that pretty face. i can’t understand for the life of me, why you stay with me when you’re so out of my league. but i’m so grateful that you do, because i can’t imagine where i’d be and what my life would be like without you.”

i smile at his sweet words and lean up to kiss his lips.

“i love you.” i mumble against them.

“i love you too, babygirl.” he presses one more quick peck to my lips before pulling away “also, i know you’ve never been with any of my friends. i mean, c’mon, why would you want them when you can have this?”

he sweeps a hand down his body and i bark out a laugh. he smiles down at me, running his hand through my hair before he stops it at the back of my neck, pulling me in for another, deeper, kiss.

“you know, i’ve been thinking.” he tells me when he pulls back.

“oh that’s never good.” i say.

“ha ha ha.” he narrows his eyes at me, slipping the hand from the back of my neck in order to use it to shove my forehead, making me fall back onto the cushion of the couch behind me. “i was thinking, maybe next year?”

“maybe next year what?” i ask, face contorting in confusion.

“maybe next year we should get married.” he says. i pop back up into a sitting position quickly, nearly hitting my head against his. he chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Trevor Zegras did you just propose to me?” i ask, my tone incredulous. “on our couch?!”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he says. “what do you say? you wanna be my wife?”

“i could hit you right now.” i tell him.

“so, it that a no?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in questioning. i shuffle onto his lap, straddling him and grabbing his face in my hands.

“there is nothing in this world that i want more than to be your wife.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

“oh thank god.” he sighs. he sticks his hand in his pocket, shuffling around in it before pulling his hand back out in a fist. he opens his fist to reveal a ring box. “because i’ve had this ring since we were eighteen.”

tears sting my eyes, my heart leaping in my chest as i pull my head back from his. he opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a pear cut diamond and a twisted halo design.

“since we were eighteen?” i ask. “but that’s the year that we were fighting all the time.”

“yeah, and you stayed. despite all the stupid arguments, you still made sure we never went to bed angry at each other, and you stuck by my side.” he takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto my finger before pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“i love you so much.” i whisper before capturing his lips with mine. he pulls back a second later to mumble out his own ‘i love you’ before he resumes kissing me.

but then a thought pops into my head and i pull away, furrowing my brows at him.

“why did you have the ring in your pocket right now?” i ask him.

“well i had this whole plan that i was gonna bring you out on the ice before warm ups and ask you there but, when it came down to it, it didn’t feel right. i wanted the right moment. and now felt right.”

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@y/n11: forever with you sounds pretty great @trevorzegras

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@trevorzegras: i’m pretty damn lucky that i’ll get to call you my wife 🤍

@jackhughes: finally! i was beginning to think he would never use that damn ring! congrats guys

@y/n11: you knew about the ring?!

@jackhughes:@y/n11 who do you think helped him pick it out?

@colecaufield: congrats you guys! can’t wait to be the best man

@jackhughes: think again bud, i’m gonna be the best man

@_alexturcotte:@jackhughes i think we all know that I’M gonna be the best man because Trevor likes me best

@y/n11:@jackhughes @_alexturcotte thank you cole! and i hate to be the bearer of bad news but the best man will definitely be Louie … gotta go 🏃‍♀️

@_quinnhughes: congratulations! so happy for you two!

@y/n11: thank you Huggy! get ready to go suit shopping because i can’t imagine anyone else being my man of honor

@lhughes_06: damn, Z beat me to it. i was gonna ask you this summer at the lake house! happy for you though 🥲😪

@y/n11: aww sorry Moosey! keep an eye out just in case forever doesn’t work out

@griffinzegras: can’t wait for you to officially be my sister!

@y/n11: aww you’ve been my baby brother for 5 years but now it’ll be legally true! can’t wait to boss you around!

@griffinzegras:@y/n11 i take it back @trevorzegras any way that you wanna take her back to the pound?

@trevorzegras:@griffinzegras nah, i like this one. i’mma keep her

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[jesterberries]

thought i would draw my Other favorite fact from the Q&A bc i think it is so so funny

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[astranauticus]

Director of the False Last Act

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[redgearsmovin]

movering

[unnonexistence]

ok there was a poll going around a while ago about whether you think your 5-year-old self would recognize you, and I'm curious:

[sysig]

maybe... snufmin of some description for requestober

Day 18 - They're gossiping about you

[hrzwrm]

absolutely nothing behind the eyes <3

[slavhew]

orange

[skitskatdacat63]

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[liquidstar]

wanted to post the royals and co. as a set for reference, though the only new things here are the king+queen and koe's updated design :p also most of them didn't get little infoboxes so those will be a first under the cut here ^_^

Name: Andromeda (Andy)

Name origin: The Andromeda Galaxy, named for the mythical princess

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Title: Heir apparent

Weapon: Flamberge (Same as her mom's)

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: She wants to go on adventures someday, and make a lot of friends, and be normal. So please drop the "Your highness" and call her Andy!

Name: Cepheus

Name origin: The constellation Cepheus, the king

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 54

Title: King

Weapon: Scepter

Ethos (Power): Authority (The ability to control people’s actions through his words, but not their minds)

Flaw power is based on: His controlling and paranoid nature

Notes: He prefers not to use his ability unless it seems necessary, but ends will justify the means.

Name: Cassiopeia

Name origin: The constellation Cassiopeia, the queen

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Title: Queen

Weapon: Flamberge

Ethos (Power): Alis (The ability to generate wings)

Flaw power is based on: Her overconfidence in her own abilities, ironically like a completely different winged mythological figure...

Notes: Before being the Queen, she was the Hero.

Name: Koeia/Koe

Name origin: The star Koeia, whose name literally means "Star"

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 20

Title: Maid/Andromeda's lady in waiting

Weapon: Twin Sickles

Ethos (Power): Blessing (She can make others more powerful through cheering them on)

Flaw power is based on: Her Obsequiousness

Notes: She assures you her devotion to the princess is strictly for non-homosexual reasons

Name: Perseus/Percy

Name origin: The constellation Perseus, the hero

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 21

Title: 1st Knight/Andromeda's personal guard

Weapon: Harpē sword

Ethos (Power): Divine swordstrike (An all-powerful swing of the sword with no limit)

Flaw power is based on: His incredible arrogance and show-offishness

Notes: He assures you that his showy devotion to the princess is as heterosexual as it seems. Also he's the cousin Io from Nova Stella

Name: Ursa

Name origin: Ursa major, the big dipper.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Title: Major

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): Bear-handed (Her claws are unbreakable and can slice through any material)

Flaw power is based on: Her hyper-diligence. Her ruthless devotion and adherence. Literally nothing could ever stand in her way.

Notes: She’s the mama bear of Kochab (Ursa minor) from the timber scouts

[quilleth]

Ok the CC is pretty!! I have a bit of a hard time with the triangle slider things, especially for the body shape but I like the variety of options! I also appreciate the built in name generator because i had no ideas for one xD

Anyway here's my rook Lilya Ingellvar :3

And i struggled to get close to how my Inquisitor looks compared to the screenshots of her from inquisition, but she's been through a lot of shit so it's ok she's not as cute xD And at least she can finally have floofy hair like was always meant to!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Various images of things