#sharp cheekbones. straight nose. more angular eyes

[hanaaria]

creating a new dnd character is so fun like what the fuck

[soulofapatrick]

I Like Your Mind - Edward Cullen x female reader

Summary: As soon as you meet Edward, you're both drawn to each other with an intensity you never expected

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Y/N’s POV

I step into the Cullen house, my heart racing in my chest, and my mind filled with a mixture of fear and fascination. Bella has brought me here, introducing me to the family of her new boyfriend - Jasper Hale - and I can hardly believe where I find myself. I know their secret, the one they’ve been hiding from the world, the fact they’re vampires. And I know Edward can read minds which makes the whole situation even more daunting. But, as Bella races off to find Jasper, I’m left alone I the living room, taking in the stunning surroundings. 

The Cullens’ house is unlike any place I’ve ever seen. The air is heavy with an unspoken history, and everything within is both timeless and modern. A grand piano rests against one wall, a dark mahogany masterpiece, and the soft notes of a melody linger in the air, a testament to the musical talents of the family. On the opposite wall, a massive bookshelf houses an impressive collection of novels and ancient texts. Their spines form a spectrum of human knowledge, artfully arranged. 

My gaze drifts to the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the room, offering a breathtaking view of the dense, ancient forest that surrounds the house. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwined like guardians, protecting the Cullens from prying eyes. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that dance across the polished wooden floors. 

As my eyes linger on the tranquil forest, my imagination takes flight. I envision myself running through the woods, feeling the cool, damp earth beneath my feet. The leaves would crunch softly with each step, and the intoxicating scent of pine and damp earth would fill my senses. My heart would race, and a rush of adrenaline would surge through me as I lose myself in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. But, what captivates me the most is the idea of running through the forest in the rain. The thought of raindrops falling like liquid diamonds from the heavens, pelting the leaves and creating a gentle, rhythmic melody, sends a shiver of delight down my spine. In my daydream, I am drenched, my clothes clinging to my skin as I twirl and leap through the woods, liberated and carefree.

The rain washes away all my worries and fears, leaving only the exhilaration of the moment. It's as if the world, with all its complexities and complications, has melted away, leaving only the simplicity and purity of the rain-soaked forest. It's a feeling of utter peace, a sense of being one with nature and the world, a sensation I've longed to experience again. 

Lost in the serenity of my daydream, I sense a subtle presence to my right. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and a strange but not unwelcome shiver runs down my spine. Slowly, I turn my head to see one of the Cullen brothers standing there, a striking figure with sharp, chiseled features. He exudes an air of quiet strength and confidence, and I can't help but admire his physical appearance.

As I take in his feature, I quickly realise that this isn’t Jasper, as Bella would undoubtedly be with him if he were here. Besides, Jasper is known for his blond hair, which contrasts with the dark brunette locks of the Cullen brother beside me. His eyes, however, remain a shimmering gold, and their intensity is captivating. 

Going over Bella’s description, I recall that she mentioned Emmett to be big and buff. Emmett is tall and muscular. He has dark curly hair and dimpled cheeks. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is light-hearted and carefree. This man in front of me is almost quite the opposite with perfect and angular high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips causing my heart to quicken with a sudden realisation. In a hushed voice, I tentatively ask, “Edward?” 

The name hangs in the air between us, my uncertainty evident in the way I speak his name. The Cullen brother gives a small nod, his eyes holding a hint of amusement and there’s a small smile on his pretty lips as he says, “Hello.” His voice is a velvet whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. My cheeks heat up in response, and I can’t help but feel flustered by his presence. Turning my face away from him, I gaze out at the enchanting forest, using the breathtaking view to regain my composure. 

But just as I start to calm my racing heart, I sense his movement. Edward is moving closer, somewhat hesitantly as if he’s scared to do so but he moves so close I can feel the coolness of his chest against my back. The physical proximity is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I can’t help but wonder what his intention are as I continue to look out at the tranquil forest. 

The peaceful silence in the room is broken by Edward’s soft voice, barely above a whisper, “I like your mind,” he admits, his words sending a rush of warmth through me, “It’s quiet.” 

His words wash over me like a gentle caress, and I can’t deny the intrigue of his interest in my mind. It’s a compliment I could never have anticipated, coming from a vampire who can hear the thoughts of others. The intimacy of this moment is palpable, and I can sense the internal struggle within him, as if he’s torn between his desire to touch me and the realisation that we’ve only just met. 

Despite my rational thoughts screaming at me to maintain my distance, I surrender to the magnetic pull of Edward Cullen. My back leans into his cool, sculpted chest, and the sensation of his icy hands on my hips sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. It's as if the enchantment of the Cullen house, the breathtaking view of the forest, and Edward's irresistible presence have combined to create a spell that I am unable, and unwilling, to break. 

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to become completely enveloped in everything Edward. I’m hyperaware of how he feels behind me, the firmness of his chest pressed against my back, the subtle rise and fall of his breath against my neck as if it’s a force of habit for him despite vampires lack of need to breathe. His scent, a delicate blend of lilac, honey and sunshine, fills my senses and intoxicates me, wrapping me in a warm, inviting embrace. 

The moment feels intensely romantic, the air electric with the unspoken connection between us. I know that Edward can read my thoughts and perceive my view of him, and in this vulnerable instant, I choose not to resist. I grant him access tot he unfiltered depths of my desire, allowing him to see and feel the passion that simmers beneath the surface. 

The tension in the room crackles, the rain outside intensifying as if mirroring the fervour building within us. It's a clandestine dance of two souls drawn together by an unexplainable force. In this silent, electrifying embrace, I become an open book for Edward, my thoughts and desires laid bare, and I can only wonder what he'll make of the desires that race through my mind like wildfire

With a slow and deliberate movement, Edward turns me to face him, his eyes open and unguarded. They flicker with a hint of vulnerability, as if he, too, is uncertain of the depth of this connection. His gaze drops to my lips, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he hovers close. His fingers twirl my hair around them, an intimate gesture that feels like an attempt to memorise every part of me that he can reach. The air crackles with anticipation as I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, The world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this electrifying moment. 

Edward’s gaze remains locked on mine, a silent promise of the depths of emotions and desire that lie beneath the surface. In the hushed room, our shared anticipation and vulnerability create an electric tension that’s impossible to ignore. His lips are tantalisingly close, and I can feel the coolness of his breath as he hovers near. It’s as if he’s about to kiss me, his intentions clear in the smouldering depths of his golden eyes. But he hesitates, his voice barely a whisper as he mumbles something about not being able to stop once he starts, a confession laden with both longing and restraint. 

Unable to resist any longer, I tangle my fingers in his tousled hair, an intimate gesture that communicates my desire and intent. With a gentle, yet urgent push, I guide his face the rest of the way down until his lips finally meet mine. 

As our lips meet in a hesitant and guarded kiss, a complex swirl of emotions and desires floods the space between us. Edward, despite his initial restraint, can’t help but respond to the fiery connection we share. His lips, cool and soft, brush against mine with a caution born of a lifetime of self-control. The kiss begins with a tentative exploration, as if he’s testing the boundaries of this newfound intimacy. 

The initial hesitancy slowly gives way to a growing intensity, and I can sense his need for more. His grip on me tightens ever so slightly, fingers digging into my hips, a delicate balance between desire and restraint. His response is careful, as if he’s constantly aware of his vampire strength, wary of causing any harm to me. The kiss deepens, his passion building, and the chemistry between us becomes an irresistible force that pushes us further into uncharted territory. 

With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to walk me backwards, his lips never leaving mine, until my back makes contact with the cool glass of the windows, drawing a gasp from me. It has Edward smiling softly, golden eyes a little glazed as if in a trance of disbelief this is happening before his cold nose bumps my neck, making my pulse jump. I should be scared by how close he is to my jugular but I don’t feel any fear or anything, especially when Edward places a soft kiss on my jugular, a silent acknowledgement of the temptation that throbs beneath my skin. His lips are cold, but their touch is gentle, sending shivers of desire coursing through me. 

My hands tangle back in his soft locks, guiding his lips back to mine, their coldness a stark contrast to the burning passion that courses between us. In that moment, I am both vulnerable and empowered, willingly allowing myself to be drawn further into this intoxicating dance of desire. 

Each kiss makes me feel more alive, more connected to a world I never knew existed. The world outside may be drenched in rain, but in this electrifying embrace, a different kind of storm rages, a tempest of emotions and desires that we can’t control. His lips, cool and velvety soft, meet mine over and over again in a symphony of fire and ice, a fusion of elements that ignite a burning desire deep within me. 

His body presses against mine, a solid and unyielding presence that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and empowered. The contrast between his cool skin and the heat of my own sets my senses ablaze. As we deepen our connection, the room seems to spin around us, and I lose myself in the feeling of everything Edward. 

The room is charged with our passion, and I can feel it deep in my core. Every kiss is like a secret, a stolen moment in a world that is entirely our own. We lose track of time and space, our lips locked in an intimate dance that only intensifies the fever that has drawn us together in the first place. 

But then, like a bolt of lightning in our own private storm, I hear Bella’s joyful squeal. Edward pulling away from me, and I let my face fall into the warmth of his chest, overwhelmed by embarrassment. As I hide from the world, I can feel the soft rumble of amused laughter in Edward’s chest, a sound that both soothes and electrifies me in equal measure. 

“Fuck yeah!” Bells shrieks with joy and I flip her off over Edward’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, stifling a laugh as he can probably hear all of my silent insults and embarrassed thoughts thrown Bella’s way. 

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, fingers carding through my hair and I just hum, letting my eyes flutter closed in contentment. I don’t care how quick this is happening, all I know is I need Edward and no-one else so I’ll live with the embarrassment if it means I can have Edward. 

“You have me.” 

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[mewfistoe]

You are trying to get some work done but Sylus is hot and distracting.

A/N: Wrote this because I wanted to gush abt how hot Sylus is. But then I got mad at him for not being real so it ended up with kind of bratty behavior on the part of MC/reader lol.

That’s what he gets for being fictional! 😠

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It’s honestly embarrassing how distracting you find Sylus sometimes. He doesn’t even have to be doing anything ridiculous (even though he often is) and you simply cannot stop sneaking looks.

He’s just so hot though.

————

You’re used to well-built bodies, it kind of comes with the territory of being a trained Hunter. You’re surrounded by abs and sculpted thighs all day long. You don’t bat an eye at a muscled bicep or a toned butt. Brawny backs are the norm in your world.

But Sylus?

Well, he’s- he’s just so tall. He’s tall and well-proportioned. Broad-shouldered with a slutty little cinched in waist that he keeps emphasizing with shiny-buckled belts and tucked in shirts. Long-limbed but built enough to keep from being gangly, and his frame is large so of course his body takes up most of your eye-line whenever he’s lingering about.

And he’s always lingering about.

It’s hard not to look, really.

For a while you had tried to convince yourself that your inability to look away from him stemmed from a place of suspicion and mistrust. But at some point, you had to stop lying to yourself and concede that your tendency to stare at Sylus derived more from an appreciation of male beauty than anything else.

It was kind of nice when you were finally able to admit to yourself that you liked looking at him. It allowed you to freely appreciate and admire - you could catalogue and study all your favorite parts. Like that nose.

Sylus has a face that could rival that of a Greek god. It’s angular without being pointy or harsh. And you love the sharpness of his cheekbones and jawline. And of course that lovely, lovely nose - with its very slight, but refined, bump.

He’s also always smirking too and it emphasizes the prominent cupids bow of his lips. When he talks, you can see his teeth and sometimes even a hint of his pointed fangs - it’s actually quite cute. When he frowns, it softens his expression to something almost pouty, which is charming on such an otherwise somewhat imposingly handsome face.

He has sultry cat-like bedroom eyes that change in color from warm reddish-brown black tea to surreal glowing rubies, depending on the light and his mood. They are framed by dark lashes and can be startlingly expressive when he cares to be. They’re beautiful eyes. Even the slight darkness of the hollows of his eyes and under-eyes only add to his charm by humanizing his almost sculptural visage.

His hair is somewhere in the silvery ash blond family and is surprisingly fluffy when you get up close. When a light shines from behind him, his hair catches light and his head looks like its illuminated by a moonlight halo.

His neck is an elegant and straight column. Powerful and poised, much like the rest of him. His adam’s apple peeks out temptingly and sometimes you want to lick it. Other times you want to bite it.

He walks and moves with an air of authority and danger, all slow and steady until a burst of energy suddenly pounces forth. You like it best though when he softens in private and becomes something more tender and gentle. When his large hands reach for you and then hesitate until given permission to touch. His hands are always so warm and supportive, solid but pliant. It’s like he tries to mold them to fit against you perfectly.

You like how he’ll let you sit on his lap and trace the veins on his arms, even if it comes with him teasing you about whether or not you would appreciate it more if he worked up a few pushups for a pump first. If you give him a little ‘hmph’ and ignore his gentle heckling, he’ll end up sitting there quietly and watch reverently as you carefully study the shapes and lines of his hands and arms. It always ends up being a nice quiet moment.

——

You walk over to where Sylus is sitting and bend down to reach over and pinch his inner thigh, hard enough for it to twinge but not enough for it to actually hurt.

He looks up at you and raises a brow, “And what was that for, sweetie?”

“You’re distracting me again.”

He inclines his head at you, “You told me to not bother you because you’re busy. I’ve been sitting here quietly and cleaning my guns and weapons. I haven’t said a word in half an hour.”

You harrumph, “Distracting. D-I-S-T-R-A-C-T-I-N-G. That’s what you are.”

“Are you studying for a spelling bee, sweetie? Good job. You can spell ‘distracting,’ I’m proud of you. Do you need me to use it in a sentence or give a definition?” He smiles, and you are briefly distracted by the curve of that lovely mouth. You catch yourself and then purse your lips before lightly kicking the leg of his chair for his annoying comment.

Sylus’ smile just gets bigger. “Are you sure it’s that I’m distracting and not that you have the attention-span of a crazed hyperactive hamster?”

You pinch him again, harder this time as punishment, “Stop being mean. You’re in enough trouble already for distracting me. Besides, I thought I was a cat, not a hamster.”

He laughs, “My apologies, sweetie. Of course you’re my kitten. How could I forget your little claws and feisty nature?” His tone turns flirty, “Tell me, since I’m apparently guilty of a crime I wasn’t aware of committing, how exactly have I been distracting you?” His stupid bedroom eyes glint a bit as they look you up and down, “Just what kind of trouble am I in anyway? Maybe I’ll like it.”

You gently flick at the tip of his stupid, perfect, and distracting nose this time. “Hush. You know what you’re doing.” You sneak a glance at where his butt is sitting. “Stop distracting me.”

He notices the way your eyes dart down to the seat of his chair but ignores it. Instead he reaches for your hand, “And how should I do that? What do you propose, kitten?”

You resist the urge to give his perky butt a little swat. Or a jiggle. Or both.

“I don’t know, figure it out,” you say.

“Maybe you need a break.” His thumb strokes across the entire back of your hand in a swipe. Stupid long fingers and stupid massive hands. “I can definitely help with that.”

You tilt your chin up and give him a disdainful look, “You sound very sure of yourself,” you say.

He pushes his chair back before standing up, still holding your hand. Suddenly, you find yourself looking at his neck and the underside of his chin. He takes a step backwards and angles his head down to look at you properly. He’s too tall and his stupid legs are too long.

He gives you a fond smile, “You don’t have to play those kinds of prideful games with me, kitten. There are much better games we could be playing instead. I know you were looking at me.”

“It’s because you’re so big that you take up all the space! Who can look anywhere and not look at you? All sprawled and taking up all the room with your ugly backside!” You yank your hand back from him and cross your arms.

Sylus laughs and wraps his arms loosely around you. He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I know you think I look good, kitten. It’s one of the first nice things you ever said about me, remember?” his voice is so deep and smooth it makes you shiver slightly. “Why are you acting so shy? Shouldn’t you be less nervous now that we know each other better? You were so bold before.”

You’re blushing but you refuse to acknowledge it. You pretend like you’re not flustered.

Sylus bites the rim of your ear very softly, just enough for you to feel teeth and the slightest hint of pressure. “Come on, kitten. Take a break. Maybe if you give in to your distractions you can…work it out of your system. And actually focus on your work after, hm?”

You want to act like you’re not tempted. But maybe he’s right. Maybe if you let yourself look and touch your fill, the desire behind the distraction will be satisfied and you can actually get some stuff done.

“Fine,” you relent. “But only for a little bit! We can just…just for a little bit okay?” You jab a finger against his firm chest to show that you mean serious business.

“On my honor as a gentleman,” Sylus promises as he takes his hand to cover yours over his heart.

You snort scornfully, “You’re hardly a gentleman, honor something else that actually makes sense!” You take a moment and reach over with the hand he’s not holding to slap his butt hard before giving it a good jiggle like you had wanted earlier. Might as well give in fully if you’re going to give in at all.

“Kitten.”

[wordsfrombudha]

Rohini Male Appearance

Rohini men tend to have soft but symmetrical features that lean toward a gentle, almost polished kind of romantic attractiveness. It is not in a super noticeable way, but in that quiet “golden boy” kind of look that is appreciated by many. Rohini looks clean and gentle, innocent and soft in many ways (but don’t be fooled; they can be crazy 😅)

Their face shape tends to be oval or slightly heart-shaped, with gentle cheekbones and a lower face that narrows softly toward the chin. The jawline is not sharply defined but still visible. It curves inward with a natural slope rather than forming strong angles. The lower third of the face carries a soft fullness that gives a more youthful or approachable appearance. Bone structure is present but never super exaggerated.

They tend to have large foreheads in height and width, sometimes a bit broader at the top, which works ok with their hairline. It frames the face without dominating it. Nothing juts out too far or sits back too deep. Their features tend to sit in the same vertical plane, which makes the face feel flatter and more harmonious when seen head-on. The brow ridge is rarely prominent but forms a gentle transition into the rest of the face.

Eyebrows are medium to thick and often have a natural curve to them. They are neither straight nor highly arched but follow the orbital bone with a slight bend. They are set at a moderate distance and do not dominate the face. The density is usually even, and the brows are well-shaped without looking heavily groomed most of the time. They soften the upper face and frame the eyes in a way that makes these men look nonchalant when they aren’t making a distinct facial expression.

The eyes are one of their more distinct features. They are usually big and almond shaped with a soft rounding on the lower lid. The upper lid is visible but not deeply creased. Lid heaviness is common and can give a slightly tired or dreamy quality to the gaze. The eyes are horizontally set and sit evenly across the midface. There is a slight downward pull at the outer corners, though it is not dramatic. Eye color falls in the brown to hazel range most often, though the expression remains warm regardless of tone. The gaze tends to be steady, slow moving, and emotionally neutral but almost looking where they are begging with their eyes. It is neither piercing nor blank though.

Their noses fit well with the rest of the face. The bridge is usually short to medium in length and medium to large in width. The nasal tip is softly rounded most of the time with a fleshy tip, but can also hook or flare outward as well. The nostrils are medium to large and not widely spaced. Their noses and eyes are their most distinct features.

The lips are full in both the upper and lower portions, with the lower lip often appearing slightly more rounded. The philtrum is usually well defined. The cupid’s bow is visible but smooth rather than sharply pointed. The lip line is clean, and the mouth sits comfortably in a neutral position. When speaking or smiling, the movement is fluid and relaxed but nonetheless expressive and intriguing. Lip color tends to be naturally rosy or neutral pink, adding to the impression of warmth and vitality in the lower face.

The chin is rounded and projects slightly forward but does not appear square or angular. It blends into the jawline with no harsh edge or sharp drop. Thejr chins tend to be smooth. The entire lower third of the face tends to carry a balanced, centered look without appearing heavy.

Their hair is medium to thick in density and usually has a soft wave or loose texture. The strands tend to be smooth and fall in natural patterns that frame the face well. Hair color is typically brown with possible undertones of gold or red. The hairline is typically even and stable, but their big foreheads can make it seem like it is receding. Their style is usually controlled rather than dramatic or shaped.

Skin is clear and consistent in texture. The complexion ranges from fair to medium with warm to olive undertones. There is usually a healthy appearance to the skin without significant oiliness or dryness. The overall tone is even, and blemishes or scarring are uncommon.

There is an overall quality of order and neatness in Rohini faces. They tend to maintain good grooming and appearance without excessive effort or stylization. The effect is natural and contained. Their appeal comes from a mix of balance, softness, and harmony rather than bold definition or intensity.

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic fics by...

- crinkle-eyed-boo -

[1]

"There’s just...not a single significant moment in my life that he hasn’t been there for. And...he would say the exact same thing about me, you know? He knows me inside and out...no one knows me like he does. That’s why it hurt so much when he said he didn’t know me.”

“You know he didn’t say that to hurt you, right? He was telling you how he felt about your addiction. Not how he felt about you . Do you know what I saw that day, Louis? I saw someone fighting for you with everything he had.”

“I’m just...I’m scared that I’ve fucked things up too badly. I really hurt him, you know? I feel sick over it.”

“You have to forgive yourself, Louis,” James says gently. “You can’t carry that guilt around with you. You’ll never heal that way. You and Harry will have to work together to build that trust back up...but you have to be willing to take the first step. He’s already laid everything on the table for you. It’s your turn.”

[2]

“Did you make this snowman?” Harry calls after him.

“No,” the man clips definitively.

“Well then, who did?” Harry presses. “Someone had to have built it. ’Cause it wasn’t there a second ago. It just appeared from out of nowhere.”

The man stops.

“Out of nowhere?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Nowhere,” Harry nods.

The breath is knocked out of Harry’s chest as the man turns and approaches him. He’s shorter than Harry is, slim yet scrappy looking in his raggedy blue velvet frock coat with black fur trim. A black stove-top hat is perched on his head, shaggy brown hair curling out from under it. His face is sharp and angular, from his defined cheekbones to the perfect slope of his nose. He looks tired, as if he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but his blue eyes are bright and curious.

He’s the most beautiful man Harry’s ever seen.

[3]

“But you can’t just come here,” Harry protests. “You can’t just waltz in here after all this time and expect to what? Just slide back into your old life like nothing happened? That you would be welcomed back with open arms? It doesn’t work that way, Louis.”

“Harry,” Niall cuts in. “He didn’t–” 

“Listen up, you curly-haired cunt,” Louis says furiously. “If you think for one second that I took coming here lightly, then you clearly never knew me at all. Did you know that I’ve been back in New York for more than a month, Harry? A month! And what have I been doing in that time? Walking around this city on fucking eggshells, terrified that I could run into you at any moment. Fuck you for thinking any of this is easy. There’ve been giant chunks of this city I haven’t dared going near because of you. Who can live like that? Who?” 

“But you–”

“‘But you’ nothing,” Louis snaps. “The answer is no one. No one can live like that. I can’t live like that. I deserve to have a life here too, you know! Fuck, I’m sorry if my being back in New York inconveniences you, Harry. Believe me, it hasn’t been great for me either! But I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, so you might as well get used to it. I’m not going to hide or give you free rein of Manhattan just to avoid maybe running into you, got it? Not anymore. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Harry, as much as you like to think it does. Grow the fuck up.” 

[4]

“Will you be drinking tonight?” 

Harry tries not to visibly cringe. The boy is at a bar, for fuck’s sake, of course he’s going to be drinking. The boy sits up straight, his blue eyes laser focused on Harry’s as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. 

“Yes, Daddy, I will,” he nods decisively. 

Harry’s cock twitches as he sucks in a sharp breath. He clears his throat, raking his fingers through his curls as he feels heat rushing to his cheeks. 

“Erm, what?” Harry manages to croak, trying not to squirm too much under the boy’s heated gaze. “I mean...what?” 

The boy finally breaks and just fucking giggles, his eyes crinkling shut; the sight does nothing to help the situation brewing in Harry’s jeans. 

“I’ll have the ‘Yes, Daddy, I Will,’” the boy grins, holding up the menu and pointing to the line near the top of the menu. “It’s just a twist on an Old-Fashioned, right?” 

Answers below...

[1] Own the Scars

“But I don’t belong here,” Louis insists. “Why do you say that?” James asks. “These people are all drug addicts and alcoholics,” Louis shrugs. Something sparks in James’ eyes. “And you’re not?”

Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

[2] There's Such a Lot of World to See

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Harry asks, thumbing at Louis’ hip. “Like what?” Louis asks breathlessly. “Like you’ve seen a ghost or summat,” Harry muses. “You did it all the time the other day and you did it just now.” Louis swallows hard, studying him intently. “You remind me of someone,” Louis says softly, tucking a curl behind Harry’s ear. “Someone I lost.”

Louis has seen a great many things throughout his travels in time and space, but only one he can’t explain: He keeps meeting the same boy, who says the same thing to him each time. The boy should be impossible.

Maybe he is.

A love story that defies the boundaries of space and time. Doctor Who AU.

[3] Mine Would Be You 

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

[4] No Bunny But You

“So you saw the bunnies then?” Harry clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, those were a bit of a surprise,” Liam huffs. “I mean, they definitely weren’t part of what we commissioned from him, but they’re kind of cute, right?” Harry sputters a laugh. “What?” Liam asks, the furrow in his brow deepening. “They are cute little bunnies!” “Cute little bunnies that are fucking,” Harry snickers. “What?” Liam gasps. “Liam,” Harry says, trying to school his face into a serious expression. “Those bunnies are fucking.”

A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.

@crinkle-eyed-boo

[rainy-astrology]

ATEEZ San Birth Chart Analysis

Based on my opinion and observations. Not a professional astrologer. May change later.

July 10th, 1999

Jinju, South Korea

10:08 AM

☀️♋️, 🌙♊️, ⬆️♍️

Sun in 11th shows a drive and ambition towards his future dreams and goals. San has always wanted to be a singer since he was young and has worked very hard to achieve his dream. He has improved his performance and vocal skills immensely over the years, often being the most eye catching member for many people who aren't ATINYs.

Mercury Leo in 11th shows a preference for like minded people. San seems to really enjoy the company of others - seems considerate of others feelings and cares to be on good terms with people. He has a natural charm and sweetness about him.

Moon in 9th also adds onto his ambitiousness - he truly seems to want to make a great influence on the world and be successful. Especially as a Virgo rising...I've never seen a lazy Virgo placement, they always work so hard for they want. He's very strongly opinionated, all of his beliefs come from the heart.

Saturn is also in 9th, which solidifies his strong beliefs/opnions. Saturn here puts a heavy focus on building future career and life. He makes sure to implement a sense of strictness and discipline into his routine.

Saturn trine ASC can make him appear serious and quiet. Physically, it can give people sharp features (Saturn and prominent bone structure), which San definitely has: sharp cheekbones and jaw, nose and eyes, prominent brow bones. Angular brow shapes suit him the best too (at least imo - it looks more cohesive with the rest of his features compared to straight brows). This is also likely why many people may find him intimidating at first or think he's older than his real age.

Mars Scorpio in 2nd is such a possessive and protective placement. It also creates an incredibly hardworking individual who always goes for whatever they want with no limit. San may be especially inclined to working hard towards his finances and can be particular about things he owns (iirc he has a black card but also won't bother to buy new things sometimes).

Jupiter in 8th...this could be about being good with finances, it is a priority for him (could obtain wealth from someone else maybe). This could also be about transformation of himself as 8th house is "death" and Jupiter is expansion. San seems to focus a lot on being authentic and true to himself, so it would not be too surprising if it is about him constantly trying to improve his character for the better. Maybe he has gone through a lot of life changing experiences or will be/is going through them.

Venus Leo in 12th is interesting, especially since Venus squares Moon and Pluto too. He's certainly loyal and devoted to those he loves (Leo's loyalty + Pluto's possessiveness). In 12th though, perhaps San is shy at first? Or at least very selective. It seems once he trusts/loves a person though, he really clings onto them (just look at the way he's glued to the other members and how he always says Yeosang is his. Venus square pluto behavior). Moon square Venus can add onto his attached and affectionate nature (though, many Leo venuses are just affectionate in general)

Uranus and Neptune in 5th makes for a creative and expressive individual. San clearly loves the arts and always expresses his passion in every performance. He may be a bit strange and unconventional, but I think that's just an artist thing in general

Pluto in 3rd explains his thoughtfulness so much! San is a little silly at times, but he seems to have a very deep side to him due to this placement. You can especially see it in the way he talks/writes in his letters to the members and fans - he writes in a way that pulls at heart strings (even I've gotten emotional at one of his letters and I'm not the type to get soft hearted so easily) and makes people reflect. It also explains his strong beliefs and opinions - he's such an advocate for authenticity. Pluto in 3rd folks have a very specific way of talking and thinking that makes them stand out.

Chiron in 3rd may make him feel insecure about the way he talks and thinks though - maybe San is going or has gone through a period of feeling misunderstood by others. A lot of Chiron in 3rd ppl do. Although he does like spending time with others, I think he may accidentally drive people away by oversharing and/or talking too much...He seems a bit intense and clingy, which may be overwhelming for others. Communication and self esteem is a struggle for many with this placement.

Being a Virgo rising, he may appear quiet and serious, observant and disciplined. Hard working with high standards. Pluto and Saturn aspect his ASC so it adds onto the natural stern energy he has.

North Node Leo in 11th is focused on building community, contributing to groups, and celebrating the individualities of others. I think he is doing a pretty good job at this as he's very encouraging and kind to others and is always advocating for people to simply be themselves.

Gemini MC can appear sociable, curious, and optimistic. San is a pretty positive person, I don't think I've seen him be negative to himself or others much...He always seem to be active on socials as he talks to ATINYs a lot. ATEEZ considered him one of the more talkative members in the group too.

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My HCs what they look like

Pollux he/him

Built like a rugby lock. 6'5, big guy, chubby (!), thick wrists and fingers, big hands, broad shoulders, one of the strongest campers in terms of brute strength. BICEPS.

Fluffy blonde hair, cowlick left temple which always stands up

Square face (think like Nick from Heartstoppers), straight nose, thick eyebrows

Brilliant purple eyes, long blonde eyelashes

Full and quite girlish lips, normally grinning

Mole under his eye like Caz

Exclusively wears kilts and knitted jumpers, workboots

Caz (Castor) they/them

You wouldn't think they and Pollux were twins

Lean and lithe, 6'2, seems taller than they are, angular quite elegant hands, easy way of moving,

Pink hair, wavy-curly, natural hair colour is a deep secret

Loads of moles, nose piercing, loads of ear piercings

Purple eyes, slightly lighter than Pollux's - more like violet, Lee is low-key obsessed, dark eyelashes that almost looks like they're wearing eyeliner. Dark brows

Aphrodite kids gave them a charm so they never have to shave their face which helped heaps with dysphoria <3

nice collarbones

Very mischievous grin, rarely not smiling

knows they're hot

varied dress sense. cool jackets, crop tops, wide-legged jeans, patterned button down shirts with sleeves rolled, palazzo pants, docs, tailored slacks, eclectic. HATES tight/skinny trousers and the camp shirt. Will not be caught dead in either

Theo (oc) she/her (when older)

Shorter than her siblings, when she's full grown about 5'5,

Curly dark hair, tends to keep it close-cropped to cheek-length

really light grey eyes, very soulful, and super dark eyelashes,

high-cheekbones, sharp jaw, lips a perfect pout,

throat something an artist would faint at

very androgynous (like her dad -- clearly effeminate but there's a boyishness there too)

likes to wear glitter round her eyes

excellent dress sense, very 20s-30s inspired (despairs over Will's fashion choices). Makes the campshirt look great somehow

Takes heavily after Mr D as he looks classically

Lee he/him

just a hair shorter than Caz, 6'2, surfer body, tan, biceps (!), stronger than he looks, leggy

spitting image of his father -- but definitely in his boyish youth way. Lee can't grow facial hair to save his life

Curling gold hair,

sharp jaw, nice arch to his neck, noticeable Adam's apple

blue-green eyes (one of the differences between him and Apollo), dark curled lashes

long, flat nose, classically handsome

light dusting of freckles everywhere

great arms

blonde leg hair

Comfy running shoes, baggy shirts OR singlets, no inbetween, has been known to wear dungarees,

Will he/him (when older)

Taller than Lee and loves it, 6'3, surfer body, tan, broad shoulders, very muscled arms

Also spitting image of his dad, he and Lee could pass as full siblings. But he's overall taller and broader and just bigger somehow. Like. He's A presence

Curling golden hair, tighter curls than Lee and a little frizzy because he doesn't take great care of it

FRECKLED. Freckles upon freckles,

Dimples, slight gap toothed, jawline to melt on

Ready smile, baby blue eyes

sun tattoo

The worst sense of style in the worldTM. Huge fan of the campshirt

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Ethereal Essence: What Is It?

- My Collage on Shuffles -

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Everyone has a sort of vibe about them right? When you watch a movie and you feel like they casted the character just right or when you see someone wearing an outfit that you admire but you know it just wouldn’t look the same on you. A mix of a persons: facial features/expression, body shape, and personality can all dictate one’s essence. And everyone has a unique mix.

There are seven essences most commonly known. These are Dramatic, Gamine, Natural, Classic, Romantic, Ingenue, & Ethereal. Most people have a three to four combination of the seven of these. In this post, I’ll just be explaining the singular archetype of the Ethereal Essence. At the end, I’ll give some examples of how Ethereal Essence can blend with the other types.

So… What Is It?

Ethereal Essence characteristics include: longer ovular faces, longer nose bridges that almost pull the face downwards, softness in the jaw, nose, cheeks, and eyes. Unique or ‘exotic’ facial features such as large or wide set eyes, gap teeth, high and blunt cheekbones. The skin can often look translucent or the individual looks best in radiant/dewy makeup looks. Watery skin and eyes. The body is often tall but doesn’t have to be. The arms or legs being longer than average.

Physical characteristics are only one part of an essence archetype though.

Personality of Ethereal Essence

Someone with Ethereal Essence will often exude a mysterious and otherworldly energy. This can include a whole spectrum of presentations. Often people with this essence will be cast as princesses or goddesses in movies as they feel almost mythical or of a different time. These individuals might be more quiet and reserved, but that’s not always the case.

Style for the Ethereal

The best looks for someone with Ethereal Essence is one that emphasizes the otherworldly qualities of the Ethereal. This includes: long flowing pieces that flow into “S” shapes. Chiffon, Silk, & Satin fabric do this well. Ethereal Essence is on the opposite side of the spectrum to the Dramatic Essence, so it does share some similarities but is opposite in the angularity of the Dramatic. Everything is soft, light, airy, and draped. The Ethereal Essence looks amazing in Metallics like silver, gold, rose gold, & bronze. Light and dewy makeup looks and at times soft avant-guard makeup goes great with this essence. Some hairstyles include: boho braids and micro braids, long softly curled hair, intricate braided updos with soft loose curls framing the face, etc. You’ll want to avoid overly sharp and angular haircuts like bobs or pin straight hair.

Mixing & Matching

Like I said above, since we are all unique individuals, we can have a mix of multiple essences! Most likely, someone is not only one. Typically there are three to four essences present, but there can be more and you can also utilize different essences for different events or times in your life. Let’s explore some ideas of style that have Ethereal Essence as the main Essence type, but mixed with others.

Ethereal & Romantic Essence Blend:

A mix of otherworldly beauty and sensual maturity. This is a blend often seen those cast as princesses or protagonists in romance movies. Personality wise, these individuals might be quiet or mysterious with an extra sort of smolder to them. People probably just can’t help falling in love ~

Ethereal & Natural Essence Blend:

This blend mixes grounded earthy energy with mysterious charm. People with this essence blend might be typecast as romance protagonists as well, and as kindhearted and helpful characters (the mysterious girl next door energy). Personality wise these are mysterious but grounded individuals. They are kind, but prefer privacy.

Ethereal & Ingenue Essence Blend:

Dainty & feminine meets otherworldly intrigue. This essence blend might get cast as more of a Disney princess or younger sort of role. These individuals seem to look young forever! As if they have some magical abilities lol. Personality wise, these individuals might be shy and introverted, preferring the comfort of their home and their stuffed animals over going out. Coquette styles really seem to come to mind for me with this essence blend.

Ethereal & Dramatic Essence Blend:

This blend is a mix of Daring, Bold, and Avant-Guard energy and mysterious/otherworldly energy. I often see editorial models/supermodels with this essence blend. Personality wise, individuals with this essence blend will have confidence and charisma but a sort of mystery that keeps people at a distance. Sort of like these people are so confident, and almost look unreal it’s like why approach them?

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That’s all for now! This was a quick overview for beginners looking to know more about the Ethereal Essence. We talked about the basics of the essence archetype and how it could possibly be blended with others.

Keep an eye out for more posts, I will be going through all 7 essences types (and even the lost 8th Essence) so I’ll probably get to the ones you want to know more about! Plus, stay tuned for all other things fashion theory, like Kibbe & Color Theory. See y’all next time!

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we have to analyse pauls face because seriously, HOW can someone look like that...

they say the best faces are a mixture of masculine and feminine features. take angelina jolie for instance: her incredibly sharp jawline and angular cheekbones are a masculine trait. coupled with her plump lips and long feline eyes (which are feminine traits), you have an INCREDIBLY striking face.

good lordy, with paul tho..

that is a DOLLS face

♡ his brows are very long and thin

♡ downturned eyes (which are uncommon)

♡ long lashessss

♡ not to mention they're hazel too (i call hazel eyes magical in the sense that they can look like a completely different colour depending on where you're standing 😍😍)

♡ the most perfect oval face EVER

♡ a large forehead

♡ a small nose + the most perfect straight side profile EVER (pauls nose is so nice icl)

♡ a healthy amount of facial fat (which guys typically start to lose at the age in his pic (early 20s), like George Harrison!! george is the complete opposite of paul, with a modelesque bone structure). paul has a softer face, which contributes to his cherubic appearance

♡ the most beautiful lips ever. 💋

pauls face is so attractive because it leans more feminine than masculine; that's what makes it sosososo unique 🥹

he also carried the beard so well because of his softer features. the beard wasn't aggressive/too much like it is on most men. infact, the opposite; it was very harmonious.

how many ladies fancy a beard? not a lot!! that's why mcbeardy has ppl ON 👩 THEIR 💁‍♀️ KNEES 🧎‍♀️

ive never seen a guy rock a beard THAT HARD 😳

face card rating: 10000000000/10

uniqueness: 1 in a billion

[linka-from-captain-planet]

Florrickology, Part 2: The most beautiful face in Faerûn

General simping under cut, plus:

Why I think her face model was changed so much from EA

How her face contributes to her characterization

Spitballing how old I think she is

I actually didn't even really notice Florrick's sexy dress until I saved her from Wyrm's Rock and saw her moving about in the light of day, so I spent 2 whole acts deeply in love with her simply because of her gorgeous face, husky voice, and dominant personality. I was gobsmacked by a total elven MILF come out of nowhere, and while I did recognize her as a beacon of drip in the swagless wasteland of Act 1, I didn't need to notice her thong to know immediately that this was the most beautiful person in the entire game and I must stan.

This was also before I noticed that most NPCs have the same like 6 faces, so I wasn't even yet aware that Florrick's face was especially beautiful and unique.

In addition to going through three outfit changes, she went through two earlier face models. Her original and second models are below.

Her hair and eyes remained essentially the same (minus the smoky makeup), but big changes were made in her face shape and other features between each version, even down to her ears. The second version is definitely a generic head (and not my favorite); I'm not sure about Original Florrick as I don't know what the base heads looked like then, but it is pretty bland, albeit very beautiful.

So, why change? As I said in Part 1, her exact appearance isn't really important, but it is very intentional because they made the effort to change it a few times.

The decision to give her a unique face sculpt makes perfect sense; she's more than significant enough for the effort, considering she shows up in all 3 acts, has lots of dialogue and emotes while talking, plays a fairly sizeable role in the overall story, and appears in the High Hall cut scene as a final battle ally. I figure that, for the most part, the intention behind giving her this unique face is pretty simple: it's gorgeous, increases the game's overall diversity, and enhances her characterization.

I love the type of beauty she was given in the end. She exudes femininity, yet her personality is very dominant ("masculine") and her face isn't traditionally "feminine". Her most prominent feature, her nose, is angular and long, and looks bumpy in certain lights. Her jaw stands out to me next, nice and sharp and strong, but she lacks the cheekbones to give a really chic look. Her chin is large and has a hint of a cleft in some lights. From the side profile (alas I don't have a screenshot even tho I think of it often), her nose, teeth/lips, and chin jut forward a bit from her cheeks and eyes, giving her a very determined, jaw-set look.

But she also has big, soft puppydog eyes, some of the juiciest and prettiest lips in the entire game, the most beautiful and distinctive skin tone, and the most nibbleable ears in Faerûn. Look at the little tippy tip poking out of her hair on her right!!

ps if anyone tries to tell me X is more beautiful or Y has more nibbleable ears I will simply block you, make your own insane simp post

Anyway, her face suits her perfectly. She looks like someone you'd describe as "steady as Tyr's heartbeat" or "upstanding as the Sword Mountains". She looks proud, confident, and maybe a little pushy. Her nose has that elegant slope, so when she stands straight up with her strong jaw set and her chin proudly raised in the air, she looks down it just so that you can tell this isn't a woman to be trifled with. She looks stern, but never mean or cruel. When she's grateful, she's gracious and charming. Her big brown eyes are imploring in her moments of vulnerability, and she can't hide when she's worried or concerned because her eyebrows move on their own. She might turn away so her hair covers part of her face in those moments, too.

In her absolute lowest moments, she doesn't even try to hide, and lets the player in on exactly how she's feeling, in her expressions and words.

You don't really get all that from her earlier two models, right? They're beautiful, but don't tell as much of a story.

I think to a lot of people, she may come across as one-note, but she has an emotional arc like any other significant NPC with a longitudinal storyline and you see that the most in her expressive face. I do think that's remarkable, since she is a female character who exists in this story to support the greater arcs of two men. There are strengths and weaknesses in Larian's writing when it comes to things like this, but I really do think they did a great job with Florrick, in balancing her autonomy and treating her as an individual, while holding her to the minimum-necessary screen time/resources (in this long, enormous game) to fulfill her role.

Not strictly related, but I'll always appreciate that it is essentially never implied that Florrick does what she does because she's in love with Ulder. It would make a great romance side story and I'd have loved it, but I love more that it's left up to interpretation. However she feels about him in private, the fact is that it doesn't make a difference in her behavior; lover, friend, or just a boss she respects, she will move mountains for him and her city because it's the right thing to do, and she'll always do what she thinks is right. Florrick being allowed to exist in this story as her own person, never commanded by the writers to be Ulder's wife or Wyll's mother, even if her storyline is really about Ulder and Wyll, is really special to me.

So on that note, I do have one theory as to why they gave her these very unique features:

To help prevent players from assuming that Florrick and the Ravengards are related.

It's important to Wyll's story that his father is his only living family; letting players assume Florrick is (secretly?) his mother or aunt because she's coded as a middle-aged black woman and closely-associated with him and his father interferes with that story, and introduces confusing questions that don't need to be asked like "is Wyll supposed to be a half-elf?" or "why doesn't she seem to give much of a fuck about her son/nephew?"

On this note, I really like that because not only does it shoot down the conventional demand that any woman in the vicinity of a child be their mother, it also highlights that Ulder was Wyll's entire world, making all of their stories more poignant.

Now the final question her face leads us to is, how old is Florrick? This is tough to answer due to Elf Aging, which means you have to triangulate her actual age by starting from how old she looks and how old she seems compared to others.

For my impressions, I think Florrick's voice is what MILFifies her moreso than her face. Her VA, Karen Bryson, was born in 1975, which tracks with the way she sounds, but her face comes off as a bit younger: she's essentially unwrinkled (minus her forehead when she emotes), bright and fresh-skinned with no other signs of aging, so I would place her at a maximum of mid-30s by appearance.

My impression of elf aging as a non-lore-expert is that, at least in BG3, they grow at the same rate as humans until reaching physical maturity around the early to mid twenties, then age visibly but at a very slow rate thereafter.

Fortunately, there are a few full elf characters whose ages we know. Disregarding Astarion who seems to have been fucked up due to stress/vampirism, we have Minthara (~250) and Halsin (~350) for comparison.

This is convenient, since Florrick looks tennish years younger than Minthara, and Minthara looks tennish years younger than Halsin. So, perhaps full elves, once having reached full physical maturity by approx 25 years old, age about ten years for every hundred give or take stress/genetics/etc. So if Florrick looks about 30-35, that'd work out to the neighborhood of 120-130 years old.

This tracks to me, as she definitely comes off as a fully-fledged elven adult, but still young enough to be a bit cavalier and have things to learn about herself--much like a human in her early-to-mid 30s.

Also, I notice she doesn't have anything to say about the previous Bhaalspawn crises (124-125 years ago), because it seems like the type of thing she'd comment on if she remembered it firsthand (either from growing up in Baldur's Gate, or hearing about as the news travelled.) So her being either not born yet or too busy learning to tie her shoes to engage with current events makes sense.

This concludes Florrickology part 2.

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💎 THINGS TO NOTICE ABOUT EMMA GRACE FROST

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE …. tall, with long legs accentuated even more by heels, emma cuts a striking presence. there’s a certain sharpness to her; a pointed chin, an aristocratic nose, hollowed out cheekbones (all amplified through plastic surgery). she isn’t very curvaceous, outside of an ample bust and delicately flared out hips.

her hair is ash blonde, naturally straight and typically worn in an angled, chin-length bob. occasionally made longer through extensions. she also bleaches her brows and lashes to match. they frame eyes of the coolest shade of blue, at times grey under certain light. eyes that glow white when intensely using her powers.

when using her secondary mutation she is faceted and sparkling, refracting and warping light when she moves. as a pure diamond, she is transparent and colourless.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE …. posh. while some argue that she speaks with a “fake british accent” , and she doesn’t dissuade people from the fact, she actually speaks with that of a boston brahmin. her tone is low, almost throaty - in her diamond form it’s shrill and grating in contrast. she can whistle tones sharp enough to shatter glass.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE …. dior jasmin does anges, worn at the neck and wrists. emma is also a fan of long, luxurious bubble baths, though she hates strongly smelling soaps so she usually prefers something scentless or mild. the same goes for her shampoos and body care. she’s odourless in her diamond form.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE …. crisp and tart, like a high end white wine or a particularly delicious gin and soda…. or perhaps that’s what she’s projecting for you. emma does smoke occasionally, especially when under stress, and she prefers green tea to coffee.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE …. despite all her sharp angles and long, lean curves, emma is soft to the touch. she despises dry skin, so she moisturizes religiously. when not in her uniforms of leather and fur, she enjoys soft, billowing fabrics; silks and cashmeres. she does run on the cooler side, with her hands and feet at times icy to the touch.

her diamond form is angular and cool and very hard to the touch. she has two flawed weak spots that she will never disclose to anyone who isn’t already aware of them : where she had been shot and shattered, and where her arm had been blown off and reattached.

[subiysu-chan]

Madeleine-Claude-Gabrielle Sanson, redesign and Kibbe body type

Now, Claude would be tall with a bone structure of average thickness and somewhat pear-shaped with a defined waist. She would have average length arms but quite long legs, and a square face with very prominant dark circles, low-set cheekbones, large droopy eyes and a somewhat long nose that is rather anglar. Would look like an elongated and more angular version of her mother, and have dark circles identical to her's (and her brother's). Has the face shape for floofy bangs.

So, she would have a long vertical line (A), narrow shoulders (A), even arms (C) but with somewhat longer legs, long delicate fingers (A), a shapely body (D), a flat chest (A), a small waist (D), shapely, defined hips (D), moderate arms (C), a sharp, square jawline (A), a sharp, prominant nose (A), blunt but defined cheekbones (B) that sit very low on her face, large puppy eyes (D). thin lips (A), somewhat delicate looking cheeks that aren't very taught nor fleshy (C), and have slightly wavy hair (C). She has 7 As, 3 Cs, four Ds and a single B. She would be somewhere in between a soft dramatic and a gamine, albeit quite tall.

Would look best in clothing that are mostly straight with slight waist definition.

Now, I could have her in grey...But redying at the time was an option, and she does come from a wealthier household. So, she could wear a robe à la Française without panier. Now, her mother's dress she inherited as her Sunday best would have to be lengthened at some point anyway, because of how tall she is, so they might as well add flounces elsewear. I think...Maybe a very desaturated green with a cooler green frills, or maybe some darker grey with white frills. I would have to explore to guess the exact color palette, but a robe à la française without paniers, tailored out of her mother's dress would be key. I think, maybe a cool, desaturated red could work ? It is overdyed, so darker colors could be achieved that way. Cochenille could give off this crimson color, and with the already present grey...Plus, dark reds were associated with the executioner profession. Crimson can also be achieved through lichen dyes fermented in amonia, especially if we are overdying. Cochenille dyes can become more cool-toned dependent on mordent used. I will decide if dark, desaturated green, deep, desaturated red or dark grey is best after some tests...I'd only pick one...I do tend to lean towards the dark grey and the green. Sadly, we cannot really do pinks because of what we are starting with as a base. Her face shape would need side curls or to be put in softer updoes to look good, to balance out her face shape.

She would wear a long green, red or yellow ribbon in her hair, with long artificial curls hugging her delicate neck for her Sunday best, and simply into a bun for most days. For workdays, she wears a simple cap, while her Sunday best has a small cap/hat with little artificial laurel almond blossoms.

Her bridal look would incorporate long ribbons in her hair, dancing delicately in the breeze, with a complicated hair decoration/headpiece mainly made of human nails and tanned small intestines.

In modern AU, would definitly wear a long hime cut, wear a crop-top paired with a large, off-the shoulder chunky sweater and a finger-tip length skirt with thigh-high stockings and mary-janes. She'd have some prominant fake nails and blinged teeth.

Color type :

Now, pale and very ashy complexion with bluish dark cicles, dull black hair and dark taupe eyes. Would likely have a pale milky complexion with slight pink undertones if properly moisturized, exfoliated and not exposed to cadaverine. Now, she would have more angular features, making her maybe a classic dark winter or a summer mute.

[not-she-which-burns-in-it]

A Study in Emerald

The brainrot has fully consumed me, I'm writing fanfic for the first time since 2018. Any kudos or interaction on AO3 would be super appreciated.

Summary:

A character study for each of the major Magnus Archives characters, starting with Jon and Martin. Exactly 1,500 words each, it's a look at their perception of self and what's driving them. Written in prep for a larger project, it felt worth it to post them as stand alone pieces.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood

Additional Tags: Character Study, Canon Compliant, Martin Blackwood Has a Crush on Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Needs a Hug, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Not really a plot here, Internalized Fatphobia, Internalized Acephobia (kinda), Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Everyone is doing bad

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61894225/chapters/158260423

Jonathan Sims carries such a strong aura of being overworked that when you spend more than a few minutes in his presence you start thinking about a third cup of coffee to get through the rest of your day. Jon would be handsome if he wasn’t so tired, or if he devoted any effort to his presentation. The dark circles under his eyes had been a common sight as long as he could remember looking in the mirror, but became permanent fixtures when he started working in the Archives. There were even frown lines beginning to form on his high forehead and a deepening of the lines around his large straight nose, stretching toward his sharp angular jaw. It was the perfect nose to look down at someone from behind his glasses, especially when his mouth turned into a scowling frown, which was often. His lips are a bit too thin to be called attractive but they match his high cheekbones and compliment his thick dark brows and long lashes. The bronze undertones from his mixed heritage are the only thing keeping him from being called “pale” or “deprived of sunlight” - something he would snarkily defend if anyone ever called him that. 

“Well, I do work in the Archives, in the climate controlled basement, so excuse me if I’m not working on my tan.”

His skin has become a map of his experiences. The handful of shiny, circular, worm-attack scars that dot his forearms and climb up his shoulders to his neck and peek out from under the scruff on his cheeks have started to fade thanks to Nikola Orsinov’s moisturizing routine, but the jagged line of a stab wound above his wrist, and a brutal burn scar on his hand have refused to be soothed away. The pale moons of worm bites are even easier to see when his dark hair is pulled back from his face. The soft brown waves streaked with silver obscure his young age. When he had started there were only a few pale strands, but the role of Archivist had doubled the gray in the couple years he had been on this journey, despite being in his mid thirties. He often left it hanging around his face, as if the curtain of hair that brushed his shoulders would create another barrier to prevent people from speaking to him when he was bent over an old dusty tome. When he was trying to look presentable he’d pull half of it back, in a look Georgie described as “his slutty little up-do”, and when he was truly agitated and didn’t want anyone to see how greasy it had become he swept all of it up. Tim had once said he was “sporting a man-bun” and the sheer violence in Jon’s gaze prevented Tim from ever remarking on Jon’s hair again. He hadn’t grown it out intentionally. When he was still in the research department it had barely curled around his ears. Now, every few weeks he would look in the mirror after a shower and declare his hair unmanageable and resolve to get it cut. But he never managed to actually get to a barber. 

His outfits suffered from a similar spectrum of hurried to forgetfulness. His slacks fit him well but desperately needed the creases pressed. The button down shirts also cried out for the touch of an iron, but it was harder to notice when he layered them under blazers and jumpers. It was the fashion sense only someone who missed the academic focus of their Oxford days would develop. The colors stayed in neutrals with heaps of green, navy, and maybe maroon. The day he wore a buttercup yellow shirt, no fewer than 3 people stopped to do a double take. It turned out he had spilled an entire cup of tea on his original shirt on the way to work and needed to stop last minute for a new one. 

He was normally seen with a cup of tea in his hand, or coffee if he was feeling desperate, and a pen in his mouth. Martin guessed that Jon had a tendency to chew on the end of his pens when he wanted a cigarette. He had smoked off and on since his college days, and always seemed to pick up the habit again when he was stressed. It was less of a nicotine addiction, than the desire to have a good reason to take a break and get some fresh air every once in a while. The reason he had picked the habit up in the first place in college, was that smoking was a perfect excuse to sit out on someone’s roof, or back garden, away from the loud music and loud people. Jon had been a grumpy old man even when he was 19. Something about the noise and press of bodies made him feel trapped and hot and like electricity was crawling up his spine. Or maybe it was just a very quiet upbringing that made parties feel unnatural to him. 

You could tell from the way he hunched over his work, as if it was a closely guarded secret, darting his eyes around before focusing in on a conversation, and jumped slightly when the doors slammed that he’d had a tough childhood. Jon never spoke of his parents, and it took years of knowing him before he’d slip and mention being raised by his grandmother. His father had died when he was two, but he grew with his image as a constant comparison. Athletic, where Jon was bookish; outgoing, where Jon was shy - the ghost of his father was the invisible standard Jon constantly failed to live up to in his grandmother’s eyes. No, he always heard that he was his mother’s child. He had more memories of his her, but they were hazy from toddlerhood: her soft brown face framed with delicate reading glasses, her long braid that she let Jon weave flowers into from the garden, the smell of chai in the morning, flowing bright colored fabrics, warm dinners packed with flavor that made the kitchen a bustling center of activity. His very British grandmother - his father’s mother - had not kept those colors or flavors in his life after he went to live with her at the age of six. He had Granny to thank for his accent, stiff shoulders, and degree from Oxford. He sometimes wondered what would have happened if he had gone with his mother’s family instead. But Jon would rather die than share these musings willingly, so his details had to be put together like a puzzle from observation. 

Observing Jon was Martin’s favorite pastime. For instance he had observed that Jon’s eyes seemed brown at first, but if you got close to him you could see little flecks of gold and green. And that while the scruff on Jon’s face could get messy, the effect was intentional - because even when Jon cleaned up scuff remained, just with straighter lines and a more pleasing shape. He’d also gotten close enough to feel how soft his hair was, in need of a thorough comb and maybe a deep condition, but silky nonetheless. They’d been trapped in the archives at the time, so there were bigger things to worry about than how soft Jon’s hair was or how he smelled of sandalwood and leather and books - but Martin had noticed nonetheless. 

On the rare occasions that Tim and Martin (or Tim and Sasha before) were able to cajole Jon out to the pub after work, they knew to take him to a quiet place where they could occupy a corner booth and find some topic to start a friendly argument. They had little luck drawing Jon on football or any other sport, and even less on the merits of various popstars. Once, when they still worked in research, Tim had started ordering whiskey instead of beer, and tried to play Smash or Pass with the other bar patrons. Jon had been so uncomfortable that he made an excuse to leave and declined any subsequent invitations for at least six months. 

Actually Martin had never seen Jon show an interest in anyone, in that way. And Martin was looking. But Jon had always found dating difficult. His longest relationship had been with his college best-friend-turned-girlfriend Georgie. He’d had a couple short, failed relationships after that, and a few semi-successful but ultimately fruitless long distance relationships after those. You could almost feel the repercussions of the string of disappointments when you talked to him. It was as if everyone started their acquaintance with him at a negative point balance, and needed to work their way up. He used his inherent mistrust of people as a wall to keep people from looking too closely at him. 

If you didn’t need people, then you couldn’t be let down by them, you wouldn’t be vulnerable to them. And that’s the way he wanted to keep it, thank you.

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Quick question, how would you describe the different Links’ facial features?

I am SO glad you asked because I cannot draw and this gives me a good chance to describe them!! Here’s a more in depth description of what they all look like:

Warriors: In general he is very thin and pointy. He has a very sharp, angular face, and I’m very bad at describing noses and shapes and things, but he has a roman nose (or the type of nose google showed me when I typed that in). He has a nasty scar on the right side of his face, four thin lines from where he was scratched that stretch from right under his eye to halfway down his neck. He also has a small scar on the left side of his chin, a small little vertical line. He has light freckles and always looks a bit tired, but his eyeliner is always on point. His hair is shoulder length and always done to look very nice and neat. He has burn scars from Volga on the left side of his body but they’re not visible with the outfit he normally wears. He’s 5’7 normally, 5’9 in his boots

Tears: The most intense, unnatural blue eyes you have ever seen. It’s a side effect from the shrine of resurrection (they’re an eerie glowing teal that shine oddly in the dark). Half their left ear is missing, and he has some pretty nasty scarring on that side of his body. He has a rounder face shape, but his age has taken out some of the baby fat. They have an undercut, but other than that their hair looks like it does in botw/totk. He’s 5’2

Wolf/Twilight: Fairly rugged looking, sharp jawline and more of a square face. He has the same marking the wolf does on his forehead, and a long straight nose. He is incredibly muscular and well built and he is the tallest. His hair looks how it does in game length wise, but he has permanent black roots that never go away (like a wolf’s pelt), and his hair is a reddish brown at the tips. He’s 5’8

Sky: The most noticeable thing about Sky are the lightning scars all over him. They’re most noticeable on his right arm, but they’re all over him and several run up the right side of his face. He has a lot of freckles, and a scar across the front of his neck. He’s a big guy, but unlike Twilight who’s all muscle, Sky is a lot softer. He has a rounder face and a kind smile, and soft blue eyes. His ears are a bit smaller than the others and slightly more rounded at the tips. His hair is very similar to in game style wise, but it looks a bit fluffier and is a dark reddish brown. He’s 5’4

Tune: He has a solid build even if he looks a bit small and a pointy chin, and quite an interesting tan line on his face from wearing his eyepatch over his right eye. He wears dark eyeliner under his other eye, and he has high cheekbones and a pointy nose. He has a lot of piercings in his ears, and an eyebrow piercing. His hair is very curly but always tied back, and it has a lot of braids woven in. If it was down it would reach his shoulders. He’s 5’6

Hyrule: He has a very thin pointy face that looks like it should’ve been very round. He has big round hazel eyes. He has a large scar across his left cheek that’s very old and faded. He has a small build and looks quite young despite being 18. He has very fluffy brown hair that’s just a bit of a mess. He’s 5’0

Past: The first thing people tend to notice is the fact that his eyes are a very light purple color. They have a heart shaped face and a widow’s peak, and pink hair that goes down to just below their collar bones but it’s always braided. He is very pale and sunburns easily, and he has a large scar on their forehead. They also have a round nose. He’s 5’3

Calamity: Identical to Tears with slightly rounder cheeks and none of the same scars. His eyes are a dark blue, and his hair is buzzed and in the process of growing out. He has a small burn scar on his left cheek from being too close to a guardian blast, but it’s no where near as severe as Tears’s. He has more muscle mass than Tears does because he keeps up a hard core training routine. He’s 5’2

Mask: He has a huge scar running through his right eye, and it looks like that eye should be gone based off how awful the scar is, but no. His right eye is fully functional, it’s just pure white. His left eye is a very deep ocean blue, the darkest blue of all the linke but also the most intense. He has the Deity’s marking on only half of his face, so half of the blue mark and then only the two red marks under his right eye. The scar runs through those marks, distorting them a bit. He has a very thin pointy face, but a strong build (he works on a ranch after all). His hair is parted in the middle and reaches his shoulders. It’s a bit choppy because he did it himself, and he pulls it up in a pony tail sometimes, and his bangs reach his chin. He’s 5’5 and angry about it because he’s definitely done growing

Spirit: Round face but he’s loosing the baby fat in his cheeks. His nose is crooked from being broken, and he has dark blond hair and brown eyes. His hands are covered in small scars and some of his fingers are a bit crooked. He’s 4’11, but tried to convince Hyrule he was taller than him when they first met

Minish: Very round face, he looks much younger than he really is. Very round bright blue eyes and a gap tooth smile and big ol’ round cheeks. This kid could have them fooled he’s 11. His hair is short and fluffy, but otherwise very similar to how it is in game. He is the shortest of the group at 4’7

I hope this helps!! If you have any more questions feel free to ask!!

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 || 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 || 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁 || 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

"Being alive means embracing the highs and lows, the joy and pain, for it's through these experiences that we truly come to understand the depth and richness of life."

𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 : kang minsoo

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 / 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂 / 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : cis ― male , he / him , demisexual / demiromantic

𝚉𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙲 / 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : libra sun , cancer moon , capricorn rising / chaotic neutral

𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂 : confident, assertive, tenacious, determined, rebellious, manipulative, introspective, vulnerable, creative, passionate.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 / 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙱𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 :

tested IQ of 132

stands at an average height of around 5 feet 9 inches

he has a lean and athletic build, with well-defined muscles from his training and dance practices.

minsoo has naturally dark brown hair, which he often styles in a trendy and versatile manner. He might experiment with various hairstyles and colors, from a sleek undercut to tousled waves, depending on his mood and the occasion.

his eyes are a captivating shade of deep brown, often reflecting his emotions with intensity and clarity.

minsoo possesses sharp and angular facial features, including high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a straight nose. His expressive eyes and full lips add to his charm and allure.

his skin is naturally fair and smooth, with a healthy glow from his active lifestyle and skincare regimen.

minsoo has a distinctive sense of style, often opting for edgy and fashionable clothing that reflects his bold personality. He might be seen rocking streetwear-inspired outfits, featuring statement pieces like graphic tees, leather jackets, and stylish sneakers. However, he also knows how to clean up well for formal events, effortlessly pulling off tailored suits with confidence and flair.

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃 : (tw-bullying & arrest)

despite his confident exterior, Minsoo harbors guilt over his past as a bully during his early teenage years. He bullied classmates out of insecurity and a desire to fit in, but he deeply regrets his actions and has worked hard to make amends.

at the age of 15 he was arrested for vandalism, an incident he keeps hidden from most people. He was caught spray-painting graffiti on public property with a group of friends and was caught fleeing the scene.

minsoo's strained relationship with his mother weighs heavily on him. Despite his confident demeanor, he feels a deep sense of abandonment from her decision to prioritize her career over her family, leading to a lingering resentment.

behind his assertive facade lies a deep-seated fear of failure and inadequacy. he grapples with self-doubt, questioning whether he's truly capable of achieving his dreams and living up to the expectations he's set for himself.

𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 :

Rivalry Turned Friendship: a fellow trainee or performer who Minsoo is threatened by and initially views as a rival, but discovers they have more in common than he initially thought.

Friendship Betrayal: Minsoo's ambitious nature led him down a treacherous path and he betrays/betrayed a close friend.

Provocateur: he derives a twisted sense of enjoyment from getting under your muse's skin. with a biting word or insult he relishes in the challenge of unraveling their composure.

Shadowed Rivalry: Minsoo suffers from resentment and jealous towards your muse who he feels overshadowed by. Their rising star is eclipsing his own and he can't hide his avarice.

Past Loves: due to a case of the roaming eyes, minsoo's relationships never end well. Your muse is one the many people charmed by his smile only to be betrayed by the notorious "Misbehaving Minsoo".

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Madge headcanon #1

PROFILE

Madge Rafferty is a witch whose craft leans toward the practical rather than the abstract side of magic, though she practices elemental magic as well. She is something of a rival to V, though her antagonistic first impressions belie all that there is to her.

APPEARANCE. She stands at 5'7", about average height for a woman of strong Irish stock. Her complexion is healthier than V's, even Vera's: she's not pale. Her face is between triangular and oval in shape, with her features such as eyebrows, nose, cheekbones being more rounded than angular—average, in other words, like the shape and size of her lips. Her nose and eyebrows, however, are thin, and her eyes are gray; alert, sharp, and intelligent. A natural redhead, with straight auburn hair that reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades but is often kept tied in a ponytail. She bears no scars, blemishes, or noticeable birthmarks. Her build is again average, mesomorphic, so her body is in the shape of an hourglass; however, she is neither voluptuous nor skinny, but also of average weight and shape. She dresses casually, not particularly feminine nor particularly masculine, though her signature color is garnet and she likes to wear shades of red in combination with shades of brown. White, creams & tans, and black are also on the table.

CHARACTER. While Margaret is her full first name, she actually hates it. "Madge" is her preferred nickname and virtually the only name anyone is allowed to call her. Maggie and Maggs/Mags are other diminutives she isn't entirely fond of, either, but she could warm up to those given her relationship to the person using said names. The name Margaret is of Persian origin and generally means "child of light."

She's a solid Irishwoman, and that goes all the way from her roots to her behavior. She can be very curious, irreverent, blunt, witty, and verbally combative if she's in a pressing situation or with someone she doesn't much like. However, she can also behave this way around complete strangers, although it's largely situational and she's usually smarter than that anyway. In truth, she's a highly intelligent and even intellectual woman, however her emotions are not as educated. She is a Scorpio, a water sign on the opposite end of the spectrum to V's Pisces—similar and dissimilar, as they both harbor distrust in others and prefer keeping to themselves. They don't care to make friends, they are introverted, don't speak up first; observant and cautious, over-thinking, realists to pessimists. They are even the exact same age (in The Witching Hour, that is thirty-one). However, where V is shy and naive, Madge is fiery and wiser. At times, she doesn't think (but that can also be said of V) and often regrets it when it's a little too late. Suffice to say, both sorcerers are emotionally unintelligent, repressed and immature to some degree.

Madge's personality does branch off with differences of her own, of course. She has a tendency to act impulsively and is often judgmental, drawing conclusions before the full picture is laid before her. She can be intense in many areas. She has no fear of speaking out, but only does so when her emotions are riled (and it doesn't take much to get them there); and when it comes to that, she will swear and slander until she's out of things to say. She doesn't have a sailor's mouth, but you will hear profanity slipping into casual conversation with her. Though she may be given to temperamental flare ups, she is far from an idiot. Credit for that is not only due to her having graduated from the University of Oxford (she's spent much time in England), but to thorough research and simple life experience. She is rightly aware of her intelligence, and her confidence stems from what she knows she can do. Recognizing her limits, however, is a different story: often harder to do, and she's reluctant to admit where she falls short.

Because of the way her adolescence has gone, she's a bit prickly toward men, and she seems to assume a sense of rivalry where there really isn't any. She also harbors issues with rejection that he likes to keep under as tight a lid as possible. Her feelings and perceptions are usually one-sided, and once she sees this for herself, she'll cool off. If she feels wronged, however, she will pursue her need for justice to the fullest. You can imagine what this might entail for V—and, indeed, even Vera.

SKILLS & ABILITIES. Madge is largely self-taught (started studying under her mother and Vera's coven), taking to a sorcery different from V's in some key areas. Both enchant objects and craft charms, perform rites, create their own spells, wards and incantations, and share other techniques and follow certain standards at the core of what they do. Like V, Madge has branched away to forge her own sorcerous path. She has leaned toward the more practical aspects of sorcery, which puts an emphasis on materials and the physical body. For example: she's created an incredible healing salve made up of only herbs and extracts activated by incantation; she's learned how to put together enchanted salts combined with other ingredients for a "tracking powder," to name just a couple. Practical applications such as these, and others, rest at the heart of her magic. In this way, hers is the "practical" while V's is the "abstract" (because he relies more on the intangible and psychical), and this is the clearest example of how they contrast each other.

Further, she's more or less mastered how to perform elemental magic, but she does so with a unique spin on it. She actually draws on her own body's elements to produce a corresponding elemental discharge. For example: her breath for a gust of wind, her body's electrical current for some sparks, the heat inside for a spit of flame, her body's water content for a spray or steam. Even in this way, her magic does not reach beyond herself but is still very much of her and within her, contained, and on a small, grounded scale. But she makes use of incantation as well, and has plenty of those (which are typically one word, in Irish Gaelic) up her sleeve. Again, contrasting V in large part.

She's not clairvoyant or spiritually sensitive like he is, bearing none of those gifts. She's also a pure-blooded human, which also means she has no hidden talents, quirks or traits to fall back on like V has. She also has limited to no prior experience with demons; she doesn't even know "devil hunting" is out there. The two sorcerers are surely opposite in many ways, but they are as similar as they are dissimilar. In one sorcerous area they are alike is partnering with familiars. While V has three, Madge has one, and it is in one of the most vicious, relentless, indomitable beasts of the underworld: a Fury. A stunning fact, considering a woman of limited experience with demons was able to tame and befriend such a demon. But like any good familiar, her Fury is loyal to the end and as good as a best friend to her. In fact, she's affectionately named her Carmen, inspired by the opera she went to see during university (but the name is also evocative of the color carmine, because Furies are red).

On a more "normie" level, Madge has taken self-defense classes during high school, so she is, by herself, no pushover and isn't afraid to prove it. She's also a certified linguist, specializing in onomastics, the study of proper, personal names. However, being that she needs food to eat and has bills to pay, she's settled with a teaching job in English.