#nordic hairstyle

[kinaesthetiqueer]

(follow-up to this)

having grown up in atlas, weiss is very familiar with the academy's team anti-frat policy and gets very hung up on just how much trouble they could get in if anyone thinks they're dating.

(which they're definitely not doing. no, sir. absolutely not, sir.)

so better safe than sorry.

(except winter has eyes. and also doesn't care.)

[jayaii]

I have a desire to draw the nordics, and make them a little more bearable to look at

[oliwrites]

Emerald Green

pairing: loki x f!reader

genre: smut and lil bit of fluff

summary: you are getting ready for your girls night with wanda and natasha, whenever you realize that you forgot your shoes in your bedroom that you share with loki…

warnings: CONTAINS SMUT 18+ (minors and pearl clutchers, fuck off), dom/sub dynamics, reader being a lil brat, slight knife play, bdsm (blindfolds and handcuffs), wax play, spanking, occasional softdom!loki, aftercare during??

A/N: my neighbors have been setting fireworks off for hours and it’s annoying and loud as hell and i want to strangle someone

word count: 2.6k

You sat in front of your mirror in Natasha’s en-suite bathroom, toying with the strap of your emerald green cocktail dress. You scanned yourself in the mirror, admiring how the velvet material easily wrapped around the curve of your hips and chest, complimenting the dip of your waist. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, adoring the look of the dress as it was practically plastered to your body, You gazed down toward the end of the dress, the ending being at the middle of your supple thighs. The velvet material ended and the nylon material of your sheer, black tights ran down the expanse of your legs, making your legs look longer. Your ring clad fingers smoothed out the slight wrinkles in your dress. You wore gold rings, simple yet cute, to accompany the golden necklace that was adorned by a single emerald, which laid delicately in between your clavicles.

“Damn, I look good,” You said to yourself, slightly turning your head to look at the bun you put up in your hair. You let loose a few strands, wanting to achieve a ‘seductive lazy’ type of hairstyle, which you feel you captured quite well.

“Damn, I might have to steal you from Loki, especially if you dress like that,” Natasha smirked, slapping your ass playfully. You jumped at the sudden action, but smiled at her reflection in the mirror behind you. Natasha laughed as she grabbed a pair of earrings she had sitting on the sink just in front of you.

“Is that a threat or a promise, Romanoff?” You smirked back, not able to contain the smile on your face.

“It can be both,” Natasha laughed, wiggling her eyebrows at you through the mirror, “I’m gonna get my shoes and we can head out, okay?” Natasha chirped, stepping out of the bathroom.

“Oh shit! I forgot my shoes in my room, I’m gonna go get those and I’ll be back. Just wait for me in the commons, okay?” You exclaimed rushing out of her bathroom and to the door of her room.

“Sounds good, just don’t take too long with Loki,” Natasha said with a wink. You rolled your eyes at her suggestive comment, and slipped out of her room.

You padded your nylon covered feet down the compound hallway, approaching yours and Loki’s shared bedroom.

You opened the door to see your lover sitting on your guys’ shared bed, reading what appears to be an aged book. He had a pair of black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing off the chiseled ‘v’ that trailed down to his crotch, his shirt was long discarded leaving him in just the sweatpants. You smiled and walked in, closing the door behind you.

“Hello, my l— what are you wearing?” Loki started, but was surprised to see you dressed up so… appealingly.

“This?” You asked, causing the Nordic God to nod, “this is just a dress me and Nat picked up today when we went out. I wanted to wear it to the club tonight with Wanda and Nat,” you explained, smiling when you noticed Loki’s hungry eyes scan over your body as he slightly licked his lips. You began walking over to where your matching emerald green heels laid neatly on the ground. You bent over and strapped the heels onto your feet before standing back up and brushing away any new wrinkles before turning to face your lover.

“Well? How do I look?” You asked, stretching your arms out to your side, doing Loki’s signature pose.

“You look ravishing, darling,” Loki purred, closing the book on his lap and placing it gracefully on the nightstand next to the bed and standing up, “However, I will not allow you to go out dressed like that,” Loki continued, his eyes once again raking over your body.

“Really, Loki? I literally got this dress for tonight! I’m supposed to match with Nat and Wanda!” You exclaimed, flailing your arms around, hoping that they will help make your point.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, love, but I will not allow you to wear something so revealing. Your body is for my eyes only,” Loki replied with faux sympathy, stepping closer and closer towards you.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t change?” You taunted. You knew you were fueling the fire, however, you found yourself not caring about that at this moment. The look he gave you was pure sin and almost instantly soaked your lace panties.

“Do you truly wish to find out?” Loki whispered into your ear, his warm breath fanning across your cheek, causing a blush to arise across your face. All you could do was nod, truly wanting whatever he had in store for you.

Before you could blink, you felt a cold metal slicing the dress clean off your back, leaving you in just your tights and underwear (the dress not needing a bra). You gasped as the dagger Loki has summoned traced your clavicle with such delicacy. Words could not explain how aroused you are at this moment.

“Do you still wish to test me?” Loki spoke with lust covering his words like honey.

“I had a feeling you would do that, so I bought another one,” You bluffed, turning away from him and began to walk away, trying your best to hide your arousal.

“Try again,” Loki tsked into your ear as the dagger in his hand now rested softly on your throat as his other arm wrapped firmly around your waist.

“No. Bite me.” You snapped back, and before you could take that back you heard Loki laugh sadistically behind you.

“If you insist,” Loki hummed, biting down on the apex of your shoulder and your neck. Sucking and nipping at the skin harshly. You couldn’t help but let out a weep of pleasure as he attacked your neck and shoulder. You were so lost in the painful pleasure of Loki biting your neck that you didn’t realize his hand dipped below the nylon of your tights and the cotton of your panties.

“Fuck—” you moaned out as Loki began circling your clit with slow fingers. Your knees buckled, which would’ve dragged you to the floor if Loki had not been there to catch you. You reached your hand around to the back of Loki’s head, pulling on his soft locks, telling him that you wanted more. You couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of him growling against your abused skin.

“Don’t be a greedy slut,” Loki demanded into your neck, placing a firm slap to your sex, causing you to let out a yelp.

“I’m sorry…” you whimpered out before he continued his attack on your neck and cunt. Loki slipped two fingers into you with ease as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you hastily. You shrieked out his name, clawing your nails into the skin of his forearm that held you up against him.

“You mewl so beautifully, my love,” Loki whispered into your ear before biting on your earlobe as he quickened the pace of his fingers. You scream out once again, feeling your orgasm bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.

“Loki, I—” Your warning was cut off by another moan as two of his free fingers pinched your bundle of nerves.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Loki demanded in your ear, keeping the breakneck pace of his fingers. Apparently, that demand was all that it took to release all over him and your panties and tights with a scream of his name.

Loki ripped his hand away from your sensitive cunt. You wouldn’t help the whine that fell from your lips at the loss of contact. You stared at Loki as he let go of your waist and walked towards the foot of the bed, sitting down and staring right back at you with those emerald green eyes, which now looked almost black and clouded with lust.

“Come here,” he commanded simply, patting his lap. You began to walk towards him before he stopped you, “Take off your tights and panties first,” Loki added on. You obeyed, not wanting to fuel the fire anymore. You slowly shuffled the tights down your legs and the panties followed soon after. He nodded and you continued toward him.

Clearly, you approached him too slowly and he ended up just yanking you towards him and laid you down across his lap. You couldn’t help but gulp at the realization that he was going to spank you.

“Now,” Loki began, gently rubbing his large hand over your ass, causing you to shiver, “I am going to spank you, and everytime you are going to thank me for it, understand?” Loki explained, you could only nod. “Words, pet. I’m not going to begin until I have your verbal consent,” Loki said, his usual softness coming back for a brief moment.

“Yes, Loki. I understand,” You confirmed, looking up at your lover. He smiled and gave you a quick, yet soft, kiss.

Smack!

You yelped and jumped on his lap at the unexpected contact against your ass, “Thank you!” You screeched out gripping onto his clothed thighs for support.

Smack!

“T-Thank you!” You stuttered, a tear already forming in your eyes.

He continued his brutal attack, each slap getting more and more painful, however you continued to thank him for it, you enjoyed his harsh treatment and he knew you did. He knew those mascara stained tears that ran down your flushed cheeks were tears of pleasure, and he would happily give you the painful pleasure that you want, that you deserve.

“Look at you, so soaked for me, even after I bruised your ass, such a dirty girl,” Loki purred as he ran his fingers up your soaked folds, gathering your slickness between his fingers, “suck” he demanded as he brought his coated fingers up to your mouth. You complied, sucking his fingers clean.

Loki simply massaged your bruising ass with his other hand as you cleaned off his fingers. The pain of the contact caused you to flench.

“Loki..” You mewled, wanting more, wanting him, but you also knew you needed a slight break. He chuckled.

“I know, my love, I’m getting there,” He responded, sitting you up on his lap. He wiped the tears away from your cheeks and brushed the loose strands away from your face, “I love you, my darling girl, you are doing so good for me,” Loki spoke softly, kissing your lips softly.

When he pulled away you laid your head onto his naked shoulder and buried yourself into the crook of his neck. He magicked up a glass of water, “my life,” he acknowledged you, causing you to look up at him, “drink, please, you’ll need it,” Loki pleaded, guiding the glass toward you. You opened your mouth and let Loki pour the cold water down your throat.

“Thank you,” You said after finishing the glass of water. Loki smiled and kissed you once more before turning you around and laying you on your back. Your back met the plush covers of the bed and almost immediately sunk into the warm embrace around you.

“Are you ready?” Loki asked sweetly, caressing your face.

“Yes, Loki, do as you wish,” You nodded, tracing the ripples of muscle on the expanse of his torso with your nails.

“Always so eager to please me, like a bitch in heat,” He chuckled, every ounce of softness leaving his voice.

“Of course,” You replied, trying to fight the urge to rock yourself against his erection that strained against the material of his sweatpants

“So you wouldn’t mind being blindfolded and bound, hm? It is what would please me,” he sneered, magicking a black blindfold and a set of handcuffs.

“If it is what you pleasure, then yes,” You replied, looking up at him with pure lust. He smiled maliciously at you, and before you knew it, your vision was cutoff, and so was the ability to move your arms freely.

You expected him to do something immediately, but he didn’t. He just sat there and admired you beneath him. Blindfolded, binded, and covered in his marks. It drove him mad with lust, but he wasn’t exactly ready to fuck you just yet.

“Loki?—” you asked before being cut off by the feeling of something burning your skin. It wasn’t a sharp pain, just a dull and arousing pain. Then you realized, he was pouring candle wax on you.

Droplets of the hot wax trailed up from your navel up to your heaving breasts. Your back arched at the pain as the hot wax neared your nipples.

“Perhaps I should send you out like this,” Loki started, “covered in candle wax, blindfolded, cuffed, and absolutely aching for my cock,” Loki snarled as he gyrated his clothed hips into your needing cunt, causing you to cry out.

“Please, Loki! I need you!” You begged struggling against the handcuffs. You heard him chuckle, but you failed to see what he was doing, before you could start begging again, he slammed himself into you, “Fuck! Loki! Thank you!” You screamed out.

“Norns… you’re so… tight…” Loki hissed as he started on a rough pace against you.

Loki continued to moan out your name as he continued to pound into you. You began struggling against the bonds once more as you just wanted to touch him, to rake your nails down his back.

Loki began circling your clit with his fingers as he began to edge you to your orgasm, he felt the clench around him, but he continued on his pace.

“Loki!” You screamed out, trying to form a warning, but all that came out was his name. He bent down and kissed your lips, silently giving you permission to cum. His cock hit that one spot deep inside you, causing you to release all over him and his abdomen.

Loki followed through with his orgasm not long after, pumping himself deep inside of you. He stilled for a few moments before pulling out of you.

“Are you okay?” Loki asked as the bonds and blindfold disappeared before your eyes, “was the wax too much? I’m sorry,” Loki began to worry, as that was something he had never done before and probably should’ve confirmed it with you first.

“Loki, I’m perfect, the hot wax actually aroused me even more. Don’t worry, my love,” You smiled, leaning up to him and pecking his lips.

He graciously accepted your kiss and kissed you back with more passion for the woman he fell so desperately in love with.

The moment was broken when you heard your phone ding.

“One second,” You sighed and patted Loki’s pectoral, signaling him to move so you could get your phone. He listened, allowing you up.

You picked up your phone and scanned the text you received on your screen.

natasha‼️

“considering you didn’t come back and that i heard you guys that you won’t be coming to the club with us anymore so have fun with your horndog of a boyfriend😉”

You gasped and turned back to your boyfriend. Now remembering that you had your girls night tonight, and Loki had just now fucked you right out of it.

“Loki you asshole!”

[ninchen1909]

The wrong groom

Pairing: Ivar the boneless x female reader

Word count: ~ 2.500

Hey,

this is the first time I write for a Vikings character. Also English isn‘t my first language, so I apologize in advance for possible mistakes.

I hope you have a great day!

Warnings: mention of killing disabled children, mention of alcohol, kind of arranged marriage but also not

"How can you ask this of me father?" you turn to him angrily, your dress swinging elegantly around your body. All of your father's advisors look at the floor, not daring to say a word. Even the priest, who always follows your father like a faithful, obedient dog, stands before you with his head bowed.

"How can you ask me to marry one of these barbarians, they stand for all that we despise. How in God's holy name can you ask me to marry one of these sinners?"

Your face is flushed red with rage, your hands clenched into tight fists. You have always been different from all the other princesses you have known. You never let anyone tell you to shut up and you always stood up for your convictions. At some point your parents realized that they could never chastise you and made a deal with you to control your temper at least in front of visitors and other nobles.

"You must do it my beloved daughter, for our kingdom, for our freedom and for our people."

Tears well up in your eyes, whether from anger or sadness you can't quite tell yourself. A few days ago, you were simply the princess of one of the smaller kingdoms in England, never attracting the interest of the Northmen until they suddenly and without warning attacked your city. Half of your army have already been killed and it is almost certain that your city could not withstand another attack.

"But why me father, why not Sophie, you've wanted to marry her off for a long time, she's older and wiser than me." Your tone has by now lost its sharpness, desperation winning out over fear.

"Sophie does not have your strength, my child, she would perish in their world, but you can become stronger in it." The look in your father's eyes becomes softer, you even think you can recognize pity in it.

"Do I even have a chance of getting out of this unmarried?" your father shakes his head, a defeated sigh escaping your throat.

"They are already on their way to us, King Ragnar with his sons and some retainers, we will discuss the details at a feast today."

"May I at least know the name of my intended?" you cross your arms stubbornly in front of your chest, a behavior for which other princesses would have experienced great suffering, but your father has to suppress a smirk.

"Prince Sigurd"

A few hours later, the feast is in full swing, together with your sister, your father, and his closest confidants, you sit on a raised table in the back of the Great Hall.

Your appetite has left after a closer observation of the Nordic table manners. Disgusted, your mouth tightens as you see them talking with their mouths full and not seeming to understand the meaning of cutlery at all. The wine flows in streams and soon you realize that they seem to be able to hold more alcohol than the men in your town.

All evening you feel the eyes of one of Ragnar's sons on you, you know from the description your father gave you of your future husband that it is not Sigurd. Crutches are leaning against the wooden bench next to him and his attentive, alert eyes follow your every move. His dark brown hair, like the hair of the other Northmen is worked into beautiful braided hairstyles. Your father seems to be able to interpret your gaze clearly, as unobtrusively as possible, he leans in your direction and whispers to you:

"This is Ivar, he is the youngest son of Ragnar and according to stories also by far the most bloodthirsty and brutal among the brothers. So stay away from him."

A silent nod is your answer, but to your own dismay, your father's words don't repulse you, but rather make the interest in  Ivar grow in you. During the whole time, his ice-blue eyes are constantly directed at you, even when you look directly at him, he does not avert his gaze from you, but gives you an arrogant smile, much to your astonishment.

Throughout the evening, your eyes meet again and again, and each time anew goose bumps cover your body, the dangerous aura that surrounds him captivates you, and as if automatically, your hand finds its way to the cross that hangs around your neck, you clasp it tightly with your fist.

The festivity goes on like all the previous ones. Everyone gets drunk and all the noble, God-fearing men, as time passes and alcohol consumption increases, look for a young woman for the night, who in no way resembles their spouse.

With your father's consent, you get up from the table as inconspicuously as you can and leave the hall almost in a hurry. You hold up the skirt of your dress to get ahead faster and so you walk quickly straight towards the stables.

Your entrance is accompanied by the excited neighing and nervous scraping of hooves as you make your way as quietly as possible to the last stall. In it stands your most faithful friend in the kingdom, the only one you don't have to worry about betraying you. Carefully you push the latch aside and enter the box with slow steps. Dark, loyal eyes beam at you as you lovingly bury the flat of your hand on the snow-white fur.

"Greetings, my old friend," you carefully lean your forehead against his and close your eyes, the smell of fresh hay rising to your nostrils, and for the first time this evening, you seem to be able to breathe properly. You tenderly stroke your horse's nostrils as you hear a steady clacking sound in the front of the stable. With a jerk, you turn around, prepared to spot the potential danger and fight back if necessary.

However, you would never have expected to meet the person who is now standing in front of you. You watch as he moves slowly but smoothly toward one of the hay bales and drops onto it, his crutches leaning next to him within reach.  Now he looks at you through his thick lashes. The sky-blue of his eyes makes you shiver pleasantly and for a brief moment you think your legs would give out their service and make you fall uncomfortably to the ground. Quickly you try to hide this.

"What are you doing here my prince, shouldn't you be out in the hall getting drunk with the other men and lusting after the women?"

You yourself are taken aback by your direct words, but you don't let this show. Unlike expected, your words do not make him angry, but rather seem to amuse him. For a short time later, a raucous, throaty laugh fills the stables.

"You're different little raven, aren't you? Most of the other princesses I know are obedient and well-behaved, but you carry the fire of Freya in you." An arrogant but also admiring smile spreads on Ivar's face.

"You are also different from most people I know, because most people I know have two functioning legs and can actually walk of their own free will."

no sooner have you said these words than you regret them. You never wanted to be someone who limited others only to physical attributes. His smile begins to stiffen and the playful spark has also disappeared from his eyes.

"I guess you're right about that little raven" you notice him reach for his crutch and tense his upper body to hoist himself up. You hurry to place a hand on his forearm, an apologetic expression coming to your face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's just you they don't get many people like you, most of you are..." you dare not finish the sentence, which Ivar takes from you though.

".... Killed or left for dead. I know."

Under your hand you notice how his muscles relax again and Ivar seems to loosen up again. An uncomfortable silence spreads over you, only the scraping of hooves and the flaring of nostrils can be heard around you.

"You said before that I had the fire of Freya in me."

With a nod, Ivar indicates for you to continue talking.

"Who is Freya?"

a slight smile spreads across his face after your question and he leans a little further towards you.

"One of our goddesses, especially in times of war we think of her and make sacrifices to be in her favor."

"So you're comparing me to a goddess who brings death and disaster to people?"

you raise an eyebrow.

"Believe me that is an honor, she is one of our Most Favored Gods, but if it soothes your Christian heart, she is also the Goddess of Marriage and Love."

Slightly you nod to yourself as you soak up this knowledge.

"You said Freya is one of your gods, who else do you make sacrifices for?"

Ivar looks into your face trying to find some form of dishonesty there, however the only thing Ivar can discern there is genuine curiosity.

Eagerly, you listen to his soothing voice as he tells you about the father of the gods, Odin, Thor, Loki, and all the others gods.

After the feast, King Ragnar has decided to stay with his whole troupe until your and Sigurd's wedding, so that you can then sail back with them to their homeland and a new life.

Against all expectations, you spend most of your time with Ivar instead of your future husband. You realize that none of the stories do justice to Ivar's character, at least not when he is with you. Of course, you recognize his gruff, sometimes even sadistic manner when he is with other people. With you, however, he is tender and attentive, always giving you his complete attention and patiently explaining everything you want to know. He tells you stories of his adventures and of what awaits you in your new home.

With each passing day you notice how your feelings for Ivar increase and your interest in Sigurd decreases until it finally ceases to exist, each day your heart yearns more for the man with the crippled legs. Never does he treat you as if you were beneath him. Every day he tells you stories about his travels, his homeland and his gods and to your own amazement he listens attentively to your stories about your god. After only a few days you realize that his mere presence makes you happy, every day you wake up in anticipation of spending your day with him. And he seems to feel the same way. In all this time Sigurd never once seeks your company, nor does he make any effort to get to know you better. Ivar even more so.

Three days before the wedding you can't take it anymore, you have to stand by your feelings or you will be unhappy for the rest of your life.

With quick steps you make your way to the throne room with one hand grasping the skirt of your dress so as not to trip without knocking you push open the heavy wooden door and look into the astonished faces of your father and King Ragnar.

"Daughter, how dare you..."

"Father, please forgive the intrusion, however, I need to talk to you about something that has been depriving me of sleep for several nights now."

At your words, your father's features soften and his voice loses some of its original sharpness.

"Speak then, my daughter."

"I don't want to marry Sigurd, I don't think we're right for each other either..."

Your father interrupts you, before you can finish your sentence.

“You are going to marry one of King Ragnars sons, that’s not something I’m going to debate with you, daughter.”

“Yes father I know and I’m going to marry one of his sons, just not Sigurd..”

Your father sinks back into his chair, your eyes briefly fall on the King of the Northmen, his bright blue eyes patterning you with interest.

"Why don't you want to marry my son Sigurd, he's a good man".

The Northman squints his eyes slightly, eagerly waiting for your answer.

"I do not question that he is a good man, however I have the impression that we would not be good for each other."

"And why do you think that?"

Ragnar rises from his chair and walks toward you with slow steps, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. Nervousness rises in you, but you try to suppress it with all your might.

"And I want to hear the real reason."

"With all due respect King Ragnar, I am not under the impression that Prince Sigurd is interested in finding a wife and starting a family. Besides, I don't think I have the physical attributes your son desires in a partner."

A smile creeps onto his lips, while your father is shocked and enraged by your bluntness.

“Daughter, how dare you to speak to King Rag..”

“Fair enough…”

The Northman interrupts your father without sparing him so much as a glance.

…..which one of my sons do you want to marry princess (y/n)?“

“Prince Ivar, my king”

The shocked gasp of you father fills the thronroom and even king Ragnar seems surprised by your demand.

“I noticed on our first day here, that you weren’t really found of him, so what changed?”

“That’s true, at first I was scared of him, I heard many stories about how brutal and violent he can be and to be honest I don’t doubt that for a second. But as I spend time with him, he showed me, what I believe is the real him. He is soft and caring with me, he lifts up my spirit every time I see him. And he never gave me the feeling like I was inferior to him because of my gender. He is smart and a excellent strategiest, I wasn’t lucky enough to see him fight so far. But from what I heard, he is a outstanding warrior too.  And I would be honored to become his wife.”

After your speech you lower your head slightly, not daring to look at your father, a short but intense silence falls over the three of you. It feels like an eternity, until you hear King Ragnars loud an clear voice.

“Then so be it.”

[pinkpiggy93]

A sketch of Crowley I did for @servantofmischief during breaks, in ancient Nordic hairstyle. By the way there’s a new Good Omens chapter on my Patreon so go ahead and check it out ^^ The link to my Patreon is in the description on my main page ^^

[fairmerthefarmer]

Narnia is my go to world when I wanna just practise character design.

The silver chair is also great cause it doesn’t have a movie really so the design can be my own (except for the bbc version, but I didn’t really watch those growing up. Just read/listened to the books a million times and watched the Disney/Walden movies.)

Anyway this is mostly Jill, love her so much.

There’s more down here

I saw an aesthetic board one time and ran with it, and it’s also just practise on drawing hair with a tighter curl pattern, idk if it quite counts as Afro hair though. Also I like her being a redhead.

Puddleglum I’m still working on, clothes are hard!! I love fantasy character design in general but I find it difficult to imagine what clothing the characters would wear, it makes me feel like I wanna take a whole ass historical/fantasy clothing course or something.

Also I can’t make up my mind on how I wanna do his hair. I’m definitely taking influence from the illustrations in the book. Anyway love frogman and he must be tall and lanky and I’m just going from there.

I am happy with how the clothes look especially given my insecurities about clothing design for characters, I feel like she looks like a little hobbit! (I imagine her and eustace and puddleglum bundling up quite a bit for most of their travels.)

I also did an alt version of her hair cause I prefer the curls myself, but I don’t know what black hairstyles would have mostly been in London at the time? I feel like relaxed/1940s wavy style hair (whatever it’s called) would be more accurate but idk. I think both work for her character, I think they express different aspects of it.

The school outfit was very rushed, I mostly know if I were to develop it more I’d want it to look frumpy and awkward especially cause it would (in theory) contrast to the narnian outfits. I still have the travel outfits full though cause generally the journey in SC is kind of gloomy in vibes. Harfaang (harfang? Idk) is LOOSELY Nordic inspired except i really didn’t do that much research. Also those sketches are the earliest ones and they’re from long ago so I may revisit sometime and change things.

My headcanon/thing that I do with most narnian as in Cair Paravel clothing is that it’s embroidered with things like flowers, trees, leaves, natural things. As well as royal and foresty ish colours. So I tried to at least make harfaang clothes different from that, and some geometric detail in the dress. Also the dress was green in the book illustrations so therefore it’s green.

[shizukateal]

what do you think of the puella historia girls desgins?

I'm gonna make this a two-parter so I don't make one long ass post.

Tsuyu Mizuna

I don't like the positioning of her hairpins and I'm a bit on the fence on the collar of her "jacket", but otherwise she's perfectly fine 👍

Chizuru

Weird soulgem placement and implied nudity aside, her combination of elements is really fucking disjointed, although you don't notice at first because her silhouette isn't very complicated so your eyes might go over her too quickly if you don't pay attention. Still, lace and sleeping bag sleeves together? on a feudal japanese ninja outfit? With flames painted on the leggings? I could handle this is the flames were painted in a more japanese kimono print way, and if the outfit as a whole was a proper mix of lolita and ninja fashion I could take that, but a it is nothing is really working together. The dangling ribbons on her legs look like a pointless waste, you can barely see her earrings due her hair style and lack of color contrast, the string of triangles has nothing to do with anything and then you notice that her right strand of hair reaches up to the center top like the rest, but her hairline right beside sweeps up into nowhere. I kinda get the feeling that she was supposed to evoke the aesthetic of a japanese volcano like Mount Fuji, with the fire and red representing the lava and the lace representing the snow that covers the mountain, but her construction is so sloppy that I feel like I'm being WAY too generous with that assessment.

Ebony

Racist. In all fairness to her however, I should've also said something about Yachiyo from the word go.

Olga

Another one who looks ok at a quick glance but gets worse the longer you stare at her. If she just had the braids and the front hair together she wouldn't look good, but I could accept the hairstyle on another outfit, but then I noticed that she has long loose hair behind, which makes the already kinda stupid front look even more stupid, and wait are the braids attached to hairbuns??? I'm just saying, aren't there like a thousand references for nordic braids you could've chosen from?

The tiny boob window? Stupid. The way her skirt is basically floating to stay upright? Stupid. The crotch V-cut on her mesh pants? Stupid. Her rune Soulgem on her thigh? Would be cool if the design worked properly to draw the eye there instead of loading her up with distracting accesories. All the belts dangling from everywhere including the boots? Stupid, or at least the ones of the skirt would be okay-ish if not for the rest. Also, I don't know what the hell is up with that thing that is stuck to her meshed arm that I almost didn't notice because this whole fit is so confusing. It looks to me like a shield? That maybe was supposed to be attached outwardly to her arm, but then they photoshopped it wrong and forgot to add the bracers to attach it??? No idea but she looks worse because of it. But seriously someone get her a proper belt to hold her skirt.

[true--north]

Your Iduna headcanons? 🍁

🍁 It kind of contradicts Dangerous Secrets, but I like to think that she and Agnarr got to know each other, that the deleted scenes happened, Agnarr just forgot it because he hit his head.

🍁 Iduna seems to have some connection with the Air. Not like Elsa with the Water, but not like any other member of the Northuldra tribe. She was special since the beginning.

🍁 She was torn between two places. She loved Arendelle and Agnarr, but she missed the Forest.

🍁 I headcanon that there was a family, "our oldest family" of shamans, leaders and healers, and it was foretold that the Fifth Spirit would come from it. It's Iduna's family. Maybe some might think that Iduna herself was going to become the Spirit because Gale made her her favourite.

🍁 She loved singing but was afraid that Agnarr could recognize the voice.

🍁 It was love from the first sight, first a childish philia, later something other.

🍁 Iduna's hair was so lush and free that she needed a special balm to make it into an Arendellian hairstyle. Frozen has a thing for hair symbolism, does it?

🍁 Iduna was spending so many times in the library and in the secret room, she traveled to some merchants and forgotten book stores to find some medieval manuscripts and notes about Nordic folklore and legends.

🍁 Iduna didn't know for sure that her people were not to blame but she wanted peace and reconciliation.

🍁 She agreed with Agnarr about the isolation because she did not know another way. Magic of Nature was celebrated back then among her people but here in Elsa, she saw something other, too powerful magic of ice; she saw that Elsa was afraid of it.

🍁 She considered Johan for a moment when Agnarr seemed to be unreachable, but her love to the latter was too strong to settle with another.

🍁 Iduna would have given birth to the gifted child even if she married someone else.

🍁 In the end, she blamed herself (Elsa will inherit it).

🍁 Anna inherited her love to romance books and balls.

🍁 All windmills of Arendelle were made by Iduna.

🍁 Iduna thought about Lord Peterssen as of her foster father.

🍁 Iduna loved needlework and knitting, she embroidered her purple dress by herself.

🍁 There were so many moments when Iduna wanted to tell Agnarr about everything, but there were also many moments when she wanted to forget about her past.

🍁 The first year after the wedding, they built their estate in the mountains, it was Iduna's idea to be closer to Nature.

🍁 When Iduna became queen, she took over the guardianship of the Orphanage and improved the conditions here.

🍁 She also opened a public children library.

🍁 Iduna studied better than Agnarr. Their teachers loved her.

🍁 She often persuaded him to sneak out the castle to go for a walk or buy something in the town (chocolate), whereas without her Agnarr was indecisive and would have obediently sat behind closed gates.

🍁 The other children at the Orphanage might be jealous that she was chosen for the castle but Iduna knew why it was that: because the Regent knew that she was the Northuldra.

🍁 Iduna, describing Agnarr her supposedly lost behind the mist wall parents, told real stories about Yelana, the Leader and her mother.

🍁 She told Elsa and Anna many stories of Northuldra, about giants, huldras, the heavenly elk and the secret white river. The girls thought she had composed them herself.

🍁 There was at least one case when Agnarr or the sisters got sick, and Iduna treated them with herbs according to the Northuldra recipe, which she remembered.

🍁 Iduna loved to tease Agnarr and make little pranks to see his smile, because the prince was usually sad and quiet.

🍁 When the masquerade ball was held in Arendelle, she recognized him even in a mask.

🍁 Iduna felt weird when he was talking about his mysterious lovely savior, so every time she tried to distract him.

🍁 Their last days on the ship(I call it "The royal crocus") were the calmest and clearest: finally no more secrets between them. They were talking a lot to get to know each other once again.

[tryinghuman]

Hol' up

This may seem stupid/crazy but...

Is Phillis actually Nordic or something along those lines?

She has the same hairstyle like Rose and she can mentally(?) communicate with Rose so... Idk this just popped in my head

Nah, she's just a regular human. She looks a little like Rose for thematic reasons.

[merakiui]

Omg!! I'm so late! work kept me busy 😭 but I wanted to reply to your last message! regarding hetalia and such!

Going back to the hetalia fandom it's like coming home after a while <33 and Personally my favourite female characters are Seychelles, Liechtenstein, Belgium and Belarus (Belarus is low-key yandere for her brother and Unhinged omg),

Did you have or should I say do have any ships you like ? maybe with England since he is your favourite? I'm much more into rare pairs/ships which means there isn't much content of them 😭 like : England x Seychelles (because their interaction in Gakuen Hetalia was cute and funny ♡) or Iceland x Seychelles (I adore opposite-attract 🥺 💛 Iceland is more reserved while Seychelles is more outgoing and now imagine Seychelles helping Iceland coming out of his shell or Iceland cooling down Seychelles! ♡) lol can you tell I like Seychelles??

Nyo France is a charming lady ❤ I like your taste 🤌Personally I also like Nyo America (I love my tomboy princess) and nyo Italy/Romano such babes, Nyo Finland looks cute but will kick your Ass 💪❤

Also, Pirate England and Pirate Spain are Hot af 👌That's all I want to say haha (or even viking nordics ��)

And Omg I'm actually currently obsessed with Danganronpa! 😭 In fact my profile picture is sonia nevermind bc she's one of my favourites! Which characters do you like the most?? 👀 are there any moments in the game you liked/saddened you the most ? (like favourite character dying 😭)

As for mystic messenger! did you ever notice how similar looking Saeran/Ray and Rollo look like? maybe it's the eyebags but seriously the first time I saw Rollo in twst I thought "Ray what are you doing in twst?? leave me alone, I'm not into you anymore 😭" but not only the physical Apperance both of their characters are kind of similar? I mean Ray is literally in a cult and Rollo is well you know based of an Disney villian who's religious corrupted sooooo yeah! but Saeran/ray/unknown has such yandere tendencies! and yes that one jumin ending omg! 😭 Yoosung is a cutie 💓 and well jaehee keeps us in the friendzone 💀

And Obey me! Asdfghjklöä! while writing this Obey me nightbringer came out! 🎉 I see you like Mammon 😂 seems like you like Greedy Demon and Octopus 🤌 only difference the Octopus is successful business owner and well..... the demon is constantly broke, so broke in fact the steals from his brothers 💀 I can also totally see Idia and Leviathan (maybe yoosung too??) bounding over videogames or hating the normies together 💀 (and maybe talking about having a certain crush on a certain MC 👀👀) they sure would make great frenemies 😂😂 Also Satan reminds me of APH England 💀💀 maybe its the hair colour?? the colour green?? or maybe the small same similarities personality wise?? but omg I can't unsee it now 💀 And AHEM Jade and barbatos, I don’t think I need to say anything else but yeah they also have the almost same hairstyle!!

Ooooh but can you imagine the Twst Characters as Sins?? Like Riddle = Wrath, Leona = Sloth, Azul = Greed, Jamil = Envy, Vil = lust, Idia = ??? Gluttony??, Malleus = Pride!

Oooh yes Omori is such an interesting and Deep game I would recommend you to play it 🌟

Anyway, take good care of you and drink a lot of water! I've seen that you have lots of unfinished Luna love hotel requests and different ideas/fics you want to write! take your time and don't stress yourself or burn yourself out! writing is suppose to be fun, I hope your not overdoing it 🙏

Take Care 🤟 Anon 🌸

Hello again, 🌸 anon!!! I'm also quite late to respond, but omg you have good taste in female characters! Seychelles was a sweetheart and I liked her character a lot, too!! As for ships, I didn't really have any, but I did enjoy the interactions between Germany and Italy! It's very funny and cute. <3 and aaaaaa nyo!America is also a very nice design!!! Wonderful taste once again hehe. I love her tomboy look!!! >0< and nyo!Italy and nyo!Finland are also both so pretty!!!

Pirate England and pirate Spain..... AAAAAA orz and the viking nordics omg omg!!!! The amount of fanfics I used to read with them... too many to count. I remember there was a time I read too many pirate England fics that I ended up dreaming about him LOL. I think I was a stowaway on his ship, but the entirety of that dream was essentially England and Spain fighting over who got the rights to own me????? ^^;;;; I couldn't begin to explain it if I wanted to.

Sonia!!!! I like her a lot!!!! Additionally, I also like Shuichi, Kokichi, Kaede, and Hagakure! I thought Aoi and Sakura's friendship was very endearing, so Sakura's death crushed me the most in the first game. It's always painful being a Danganronpa fan because your favorite character has the possibility of getting killed and that's the worst feeling. </3

AAAAAAA Mystic Messenger....... every summer, I play it just so I can get more hourglasses to finally unlock Saeran's route. I'm vaguely familiar with what happens, but even so I need to play it. T_T the same goes for Jumin's route. I want that bad ending!!!! OTL I have played Zen's route so many times in the past because he gives the most hourglasses. He's so engraved in my brain hehe. <3 I love him. And Jaehee!!!! When I played her route, I kept thinking, "Why does she keep friend-zoning us? We're so obviously in love." >:( let Jaehee love the player!!! It's what she deserves. <3 aaaa and Yoosung!! He's the cutest. :D

Mammon is my number one!!!! Something about greedy and pathetic men is just so *chef's kiss,* so it makes sense I'd inevitably simp for Mammon and Azul lol. But then Satan and Belphegor are so !!!!!! When the latter was manipulating us and planning to trick us all along when we found him in the attic. :) oooooo he's the worst. I need him. I should play Obey Me again just to see Mammon and Belphegor hehe. I have no idea what is happening in the story now, but I heard there were new characters added and I also saw a few things regarding Nightbringer! Omg but your comments on Jade and Barbatos... I need them to sit down and have tea together to see who can out-babygirl the other. >:) and if memory serves, Barbatos can see into the future or foretell all possible timelines? If that's the case, WOOOOOOO the yandere potential!!!! orz

Also, the twst characters as the seven deadly sins is such a fun thought to entertain. <3 you're giving me so much brain rot... orz

Thank you for your kind words!!! I will make sure to take care of myself and drink water! Please do the same as well! :D though there are many things I want to write, I am pacing myself and focusing on one fic at a time. ^0^

[freezegirl]

𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝

character’s full name: khione hima goossens.

reason or meaning of name: khione is a name of greek origin meaning 'snow'. it is also the name of the greek goddess of snow. hima comes from the name himavat, the personification of the himalaya mountains (and in the stories it is said that the goddess saraswati is himavat's mother; coincidentally, khione's mother is also named saraswati).

character’s nickname: kie (among many other nicknames).

reason for nickname: easier to pronounce.

birth date: april 21st.

𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

age: verse dependent, late teens / early to mid twenties default.

how old do they appear: verse dependent, late teens / early to mid twenties default.

weight: 55 to 60 kgs.

height: 5'3".

body build: oval/apple shaped.

shape of face: round.

eye color: warm brown.

glasses or contacts: neither.

skin tone: warm.

predominant features: face. it's round and cute. and more often than not, it's the first thing people notice. kie often scrunches up her nose. so people notice that too. her most memorable feature is probably her smile. for a cryokinetic, her smile is quite warm, indeed.

hair color: black.

type of hair: long, silky.

hairstyle: shoulder length if not a bit longer. mostly kept loose. sometimes in a messy bun or a pony tail. other times in two braids, or just one.

voice: see here.

physical disabilities: siphons people's body heat when she touches them and therefore tries her best not to touch people - technically not a physical disability but she sees it as such.

usual fashion of dress: depends on the day. at school, it's mostly a blue shirt and a white skirt and ballet flats. she also has a light blue messenger bag on her person at all times. on the rink it's a hoodie or a nordic vest and leggings. other times it's a loose carmine blouse or a t-shirt underneath a green coat. mostly it's a denim jacket with a top or a t-shirt underneath, jeans and sneakers.

favorite outfit: this one, this one and this one.

jewelry or accessories: a golden necklace which is a mainstay because she's had that one since childhood. sometimes (but not always) rings and bracelets. tends to paint her nails a lot.

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

good personality traits: sweet, loyal, thoughtful, gentle, responsible, generous.

bad personality traits: people pleaser, insecure, perfectionist, morbid, withdrawn.

mood character is most often in: focused and vigilant, if only because she doesn't want to turn outside areas into a winter wonderland nor does she want to turn people into icicles. aside from that, she's also always on the look-out so she can keep herself from accidentally touching someone (because the mere thought of the damage she could do to people stresses her out immensely), and if she does somehow accidentally touch someone, she's immediately on the look-out for signs of hypothermia or other such things setting in.

sense of humor: khione likes puns and, surprisingly enough, morbid jokes.

character’s greatest joy in life: hanging out with family / friends; ice skating, ice sculpting.

character’s greatest fear: hurting her loved ones with her powers, being alone, getting kidnapped by katie baxter again.

what single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: her friends.

character is most at ease when: she's on the ice, working with snow / ice or is in the presence of her friends / loved ones.

most ill at ease when: she's alone without anything / anyone to distract her from her own thoughts.

enraged when: her family / friends are threatened or in danger; when her parents treat her like an extension of themselves; when her parents (or other people) force their opinions onto her.

depressed or sad when: she's reminded of the times she's (accidentally) hurt people with her powers.

priorities: learning how to control her abilities as best she can, helping people out wherever and whenever they need it. figuring out how to make her parents love her again.

life philosophy: celebrating every success, no matter how small.

if granted one wish, it would be: to keep her abilities and to control when to siphon body heat.

why? her abilities are part of her and part of her identity; furthermore, she sees the benefits of siphoning body heat in battle, if necessary.

character’s soft spot: family / friends, kids, animals, supers/beings with warmth/fire powers, fellow elemental supers/beings.

is this soft spot obvious to others?: yes. very much so. kids are her absolute biggest soft spot.

greatest strength: her cryokinetic abilities.

greatest vulnerability or weakness: telepaths can get into her head very easily. also, she's loyal to a fault and that can be exploited. she's got mommy and daddy issues and is also very touch starved, both of which can also be exploited.

biggest regret: siphoning her mom's body heat during her pregnancy; siphoning yusef's body heat when she kissed him for the first and last time and sent him to the e.r. with hypothermia.

minor regret: not standing up to her parents as often as she wants to.

character’s darkest secret: when the days are particularly bad, she thinks that her friends should have let her die in that sauna at the wellness and beauty center because she's more trouble than she's worth.

does anyone else know?: no.

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜

drives and motivations: her family / friends.

long term goals: be the best ice skater / ice sculptor she can be. be a part of the stronghold seven. work on bettering herself, wearing gloves until she gets the body heat thing under control and unlearning certain behaviors/patterns/thoughts that her parents taught her.

how the character plans to accomplish these goals: she's keeping up with both of her hobby's and keeps up with her training too. her friends also help a lot.

how other characters will be affected: khione often spars with warren and with will, seeing as his super strength and invulnerability negates the siphoning. furthermore, she's practicing with her friends. tiny little touches here and there.

𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝

hometown: maxville, usa.

type of childhood: cold.

pets: none.

earliest memory: her dad going into great detail about what would happen to her mom if khione touched her for a prolonged period of time; her mom's detailed description of endured agony during her pregnancy.

most important childhood memory: the memory when her dad told her that she siphoned her mom's body heat during her pregnancy and coldly and methodically informed her that she could have killed her mom, that she almost did and what would have happened if khione had actually siphoned all of saraswati's body heat. her mom added to it by describing the agony she'd endured and it cemented the fact that she's dangerous if not kept on a tight leash. the other most important memory is not so much a childhood memory as it is a teenhood memory but it is the day she kissed yusef abbas. her mom was shooting a few episodes for the first season of the fabulous lives of superhero wives and they were helping out at a housing project. yusef and khione grew closer. at first the kiss was nice but then she drew back; his teeth were chattering and his skin was rapidly turning blue; he managed to get out that he was freezing and that this didn't feel good anymore. khione has never screamed as loud as she did that day.

why: those two memories shaped her into the person she is today. from those points on, all of khione's decisions came from a place of: "how do i protect other people from me?" and she's never stopped doing it.

childhood hero: jawaharel patel and doctor farzana nayar. they were her parents' former sidekicks / hero support. she's always referred to them as her aunt and uncle / family members. they truly are the reason she turned out as good and kind and warm as she has because they saw the damage that saraswati and leander were doing and then said: no, over our dead bodies. these two raised khione more than her parents ever did.

dream job: she's always wanted to have her sculptures displayed at one of those ice sculpture festivals. she also secretly wants to go to the olympics but she doesn't know if that's possible at all due to the fact that she's got superpowers - it would, probably, be seen as cheating her way to the top.

education: graduated from sky high, is currently enrolled in sky u.

finances: upper class.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝

current location: verse dependent but mostly maxville, usa.

currently living with: technically, she still lives at home with her parents but they are very rarely home due to their jobs - farzana and jawaharel call often and stop by whenever they can but they don't live nearby, so khione basically lives alone.

pets: none.

religion: she's been raised on stories and lore and considers herself a woman of faith but she's still figuring out how to best honor the divine in a way that suits her when she's alone most of the time and most high tide celebrations center around family and community.

occupation: student and future superhero.

finances: upper class.

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜

color: red. purple. (light) blue. black. white. pink.

least favorite color: khaki.

music: eclectic. listens to a bunch of artists. most of them are people of color because that's personally important to her.

food: spring rolls.

literature: the snow queen by hans christian andersen. every retelling of stories that feature the snow queen and every retelling that features jack frost. also, her favorite poem is 'fire and ice' by robert frost.

form of entertainment: listening to music, watching movies and tv shows. ice skating and ice sculpting.

mode of transportation: if possible, her powers. if not, then she'll take the bus like everyone else.

𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

hobbies: watching movies, watching tv shows, listening to music, cooking/baking, ice sculpting, ice skating. sleeping. spending time with her friends and loved ones.

plays a musical instrument? she can sing. but that's about it. she doesn't play any instruments.

plays a sport? khione has been ice skating since she was a kid.

how they would spend a rainy day: catching up on homework she missed out on and prepping for the upcoming week. if that's done, she's either cooking or baking, listening to music or watching a movie or a show. if all of that fails, she's texting or calling her friends. and afterwards, she's taking a nap.

spending habits: aside from spending serious money on her education, khione also spends serious money on her skates and their upkeep. she often eats out too and tends to order from the paper lantern as opposed to other restaurants like the light of india. khione would happily spend most of her money buying gifts and the like for her friends but most of them aren't about it. which she respects. the only time she can splurge for/on her friends is for their birthdays, the holidays and/or friend-valentine's day so that's when she does it. though she does text them about it beforehand so they can tell her exactly what they want. other than that, khione makes sure not to be too reckless with her money.

smokes: no.

drinks: only socially.

other drugs: no. to each their own but khione shudders to think what could possibly go wrong if she's not in complete control of her faculties.

extremely skilled at: ice skating, ice sculpting, wielding her abilities due to excessive training.

extremely unskilled at: standing up to her parents, making choices that benefit her, trusting herself, choosing herself.

usual body posture: good posture. it's been drilled into her by her parents and a remnant from years of ice skating. when she's within a crowd or feeling uncomfortable, she wraps her arms around herself as some sort of 'protection'.

𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

optimist or pessimist? optimist.

introvert or extrovert? introvert.

daredevil or cautious? cautious.

logical or emotional? emotional with a dash of logic.

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? methodical and neat.

prefers working or relaxing? prefers working but knows how / when to relax.

confident or unsure of themself? unsure.

animal lover? absolutely.

𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

one word the character would use to describe self: tired.

what does the character consider their best personality trait? khione is a hard worker. this goes for academic related things but also for her hobby's.

what does the character consider their worst personality trait? she's very much a people pleaser.

what does the character consider their best physical characteristic? they may be cold but khione likes her hands. sure, they are capable of harming but they are also capable of creating. but if she had to choose, she'd say that she likes her smile.

what does the character consider their worst physical characteristic? the fact that she takes people's body heat whenever she touches them.

how does the character think others perceive them: khione thinks she comes across as an ice princess. she has done her best to lean into that narrative for her. she thinks it will keep others safe from her if they are afraid to engage with her due to getting frozen.

what would the character most like to change about themselves: she would like to be able to hug people without worrying that she's gonna send them to the e.r. or kill them.

𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

opinion of other people in general: depends on the person but her opinion is generally high. the world has people like layla and magenta and ethan and zach and will and warren in it. how could it be bad? how could they be bad? they're not. she loves them. khione is very warm hearted. she loves people. loves their potential. loves the good they are capable of doing. she just can't touch them to show that appreciation. (yes, it comes always back to touch with her.) khione would rather focus on people like her friends than people like her parents.

does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others? khione tries to. she tries very hard. but she's always been a bit of an open book.

person character most hates: gwen grayson.

best friend(s): zoe nunez / @goldshadows, nora grey / @anqael, kamado and ushi higa / @chimugukuru, allie fleur / @loetise, robin rockwell / @lovehoned, andie eliot / @lvebug, elora danan / @blumengeist.

love interest(s): verse/thread dependent, warren peace in her main verse. (warren, will and layla in the au of my dreams where the ot4 is a thing.)

person character goes to for advice: doctor farzana nayar, jawaharel patel; penthesilea powers / @drakeflowershop; nurse spex and josie stronghold before they both passed away. she'd probably trust jill harris and jess shepard too after a while. harley keener will always be the first and often only person she calls if she needs his help on something (mad) science related.

person character feels responsible for or takes care of: herself. jami savi if she's there. her friends if they decide to stop by her house.

person character feels shy or awkward around: theodore stronghold and his wife, ann-marie; steve stronghold. other heroes of bigger statures (figuratively and literally).

person character openly admires: jawaharel and farzana, principal powers, aisling jones / @clochanam.

person character secretly admires: mrs peace, sara lance / @saralans.

most important person in character’s life before story starts: her friends.

after story starts: still her friends.

indirectly tagged by: @khozmoh tagging: you

[subiysu-chan]

Why Marie-Josèphe’s character design as a little girl is so great...And shows research

There is this Rogis family photo, which shows the wedding photo of a real-life family of executioner. The girls and women of the family are clad in very lacy, frilly dresses and have this very intense, deadly stare, sometimes combined with a permanent frown, a feature very common for many native French people. A mixture of poor lighting and perhaps naturally intense dark circle also harshened their gaze. 

Here, you can see that Marie also has a very intense stare and the bone structure around the eyes is very well-defined and the shading does simply a certain amount of dark circles. The look is kept, but with a robe à la française as opposed to a lingerie dress and a hairstyle which caters to modern sensibilities. 

The bold lip could also be a reference to the makeup worn by some Sukeban.

Anyways, I do love absolutely love this look, and the contrast between the soft frills and the deadly stare. 

Many of Marie-Josèphe’s natural features such as the unhealthy complexion and blond hair matches many stereotypes about female torturers going on in French literature of the XIX and XXth century, which saw the aventment of a certain ideology. Many in Europe had a certain erotic fascination with the female nazi officers, such as Irma Grese. In the XIXth century, the erotic wrighter Leopold von Sacher-Masoch who had a fascination for sadistic women and Victor Hugo, who often vilified the figure of the executioner and his relatives in his writings. Some plays also mentioned about “beautiful bourrelles”, blonds with blue eyes. We also have have older examples of “bourrelles” with blond hair, simply because the first executioner dynasty, around the XIIIth century was of Norse origins, and many in fact depicted the executioner with nordic features such as unhealthily red or pale complexion and red hair, the eyes either bloodshot or presenting ocular albinism. 

In short, this first design for our beautiful fille fatale clearly shows Sakamoto-sensei did his research. 

[mxxnstxne-lxve]

About the BIO in biomechanical, what kind of things do you headcanon that's related to that?

That is a doozy! I am not entirely sure! I would say that I have considered more ancient looking features but the problem is that I do not know of they are ever showing skin or hair really. A lot of their masks and accessories tend to cover what I would see as hair or skin. Although, I do think braids and potentially other Nordic and Germanic hairstyles may be present (due to the RW devs being Swiss).

Hm! I think the only thing that comes to mind outside of their emotions, consumption, waste, and the ability to feel things may be the most "bio" the iterators get. I do, however, love the idea of a non-robot butch Moon with a pretty beard and big belly a lot! She deserves to be nonconforming entirely even with her identity! Imagine a long beard that she sits and braids and sticks in karma flowers and had threaded pearls into her beard too! She would look so beautiful with it! Now, imagine all of her local group gifting her pearls for each of them to be represented in her beard braid! She would look stunning with so many colorful pearls in her beard while she styles her hair and gets her attire set up after she styles her beard and hair!~

[vullcanica]

  — BASICS.

IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? somewhere on the cusp between average and short. 5'6.5"

ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? some might argue the .5 is proof enough he's touchy about his height - which he is, as the malnourished runt of a notably tall, sturdy roman-nordic family line (all of which different iterations of himself, meaning large used to be his default). he remains unbothered by any other comparison however - to modern humanity or creatures alike. his size is a feature far more often than he anticipated, so that helps.

WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? thick and dark, holds an immaculate wave. subject to frequent and willful change, including a permanent 'genetic dyejob' from his natural light blonde to the black he sports now. likes to keep it luxuriously long whenever able, but has sported both short masculine cuts and scalp-tight shaves for practicality's sake.

DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? rarely, beyond brushing.. doesn't bother with intricate hairstyles or accessories unless forcibly assed by the dresscode of some event or societal position. even then, he tries to opt for the simplicity of tails or singular braids.

DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? considering the amount of changes done to it - from colors to bone structure - and the variety of vessels his souls has held, he understandably feels no strong attachment to his visual presentation. has a vague preference for fashion and a knowledge what he looks good in, but his enjoyment of sharp angles, dark metals and masculinity does not speak of a strict adherence to it

  — PREFERENCES

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? outdoors, diehard village boy. ▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE? rain. ▸ FOREST OR BEACH? forest. ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? precious metals, far more versatile and visually appealing. ▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? perfume (for the longevity alone). flowers don't particularly like him. ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? personality. appearance has little impact on his opinion beyond surface level sexual attraction (which means nothing in the grand scheme of partner choice). ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? can handle either for an impressive while before feeling a craving for the other. forever middleground - spending time in trusted company. ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY? anarchy, it serves his goals best and he finds it far more stimulating. order can be stifling in more than small doses. ▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? capable of stomaching and saying both (less so the former). ▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC? he sees magic as science, as proven by him reverse engineering it. ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT? conflict. ▸ NIGHT OR DAY? night. ▸ DUSK OR DAWN? dusk. ▸ WARMTH OR COLD? cold. ▸FEW CLOSE FRIENDS OR MANY ACQUAINTANCES ? (very) few close friends. ▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME?

  — QUESTIONNAIRE

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? To narrow down the definition of 'habit', I'm excluding more general inclinations more connected to psyche like 'impulsivity', 'manipulation', 'obsessiveness'. As such, lying is his worst habit - a skill honed to perfection and utilized without much thought, on automatic. Some might call him compulsive, but it's much more controlled than it might seem. Second best is his habit of disorganization and physical mayhem - he's unconcerned with order as it isn't as stimulating, so makes little effort to allot dedicated places for things when his memory suits him well enough in navigating the chaos he creates. Other physical habits include the marks of his restlessness, colloquially The Ten Tenseness Tells: oral mannerisms like chewing (fixation), tongue clicking, whistling, humming, foot tapping, fidgeting or playing with items, drumming fingers in tune, touching - texture fixation, cracking knuckles, picking wounds/scabs.

HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? His daughter, Avita. Not only his only living child after countless children lost in infancy, but one whose life and death was the direct result of Nikodemus' gluttony for power beyond his due. It was just about the most devastating loss to at last watch her grow and give his all to ensure she thrived in safety, fully assimilated within a loving community, only to watch those very people bring about her demise when she proved far more powerful than they deemed safe. It broke Nik, in a sense, to lose her to the very power he'd pursued in the name of ascension above mortality, humanity, vulnerability, which in the end provided nothing but a dangerous alienation. In the true fashion of a grieving parent, he razed that town to the ground and pursued eternal life - in turn, eternal time to amend his daughter's death and reach ultimate indomitability - both for himself and for her. He walked away much colder from the ashes of Krilnei.

WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? Many, though with painfully few people. Most notably and importantly, time spent with Antonín and Avita. His life as light-touched King Lucius alongside his brilliant sworn knight Adiel (as well as said era's eventful end - and beginning of a terrible, wonderful bond) is indispensibly precious to him. Holding his daughter for the first time in millenia was unforgettable. There are many gentler, softer moments he holds dear as well - memorable in their uneventful domesticity, in the rush of simply living without haste or need for novelty. Rarity for a man like him.

IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? Taking a life is a method of sustenance to him as natural as breathing and eating is to humans. His life, immortality and magic all hinge on a mechanism he's built centered around the automatic sacrifice of a life for his own. There's an eerie passivity to it all. — and beyond that, he doesn't shy away from killing directly and violenty with his own two hands either.

WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? Explosive. Bloody. Apocalyptic. If only for the fact he doesn't break down at all. Whatever emotions should be externalized in their raw form instead manifest into anger, impulsivity, violence, desire, desperation - distractions with which to inflict collateral upon his surroundings. Instead of introspection, he self-soothes through sheer chaos, hedonism or rampage. If unable, he would simply shut down, forced to feel everything in its brutal sincerity - a pain he can rarely afford.

IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? No. In the sense of genuine incapacity to do as much. His life is no longer so easily endangered to begin with, marked by immortality and, half the time, near invulnerability. Its loss is not permanent, so trust is a moot point. To put it in the actual hands of another means endangering millenia of survivalism and pursuit for power, so the notion is nigh unthinkable. Nor the inclination, really. After 600 BC and the betrayal he suffered at the hands of his most loyal to which he entrusted his own life, he's since ventured to ensure it never happens again. There is one notable exception to the rule, of course - Antonín Cainhurst (exception to much concerning Nikodemus). His eldritch blood essence is an immutable part of Nik, infecting his very physical body and even extending to his spirit, soul and magic. A bond that took centuries of trust to be approved and centuries more to bloom.

WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? Unsure. He is unsure - no longer possessed of his usual unquestionable confidence, nor thoughtless egotism. Love, genuine love gives him pause of consideration. Makes him selfless, concerned, un-self-absorbed. Has him contemplative of the other's needs, their wants, his own actions and compromises, if he should really even stay when it may be better to.. go.

[gardenia777]

avalie modern au secondary school + uni hcs smiles giggles

secondary:

- plays rugby. loves to tackle people, is less interested in chasing the ball and scoring

- best friends with marcurio after they were begrudging partners for a project in history. he thought she was lazy and stupid and she thought he had a stick up his ass. they were both correct

- but then they realised they were both also nerds and became friends

- they have a study group together but they keep getting kicking out of the library for talking

- they had a habit of breaking into places at night time to go explore and look for treasures (avalie lockpicking level 65 atm😇)

- they go hide in some random secluded stairway at lunch times and scowl at year 8s who come too close to them

- someone threw a school panini really hard at marcurio’s head one time and he thought avalie would defend him but she just laughed until she snorted

- avalie keeps getting into trouble because she wears big boots with her uniform rather than the shoes you’re supposed to

- and she does like nordic hairstyles her favourite is like a little tiny french plait on either side of her head with the rest loose

- shes loosely pagan shes religious but in her own way if that makes sense

- one of her comfort items is an amulet that she always wears given to her by her like adoptive grandfather figure who she lives with

- always has like a billion rings on as well

THE INCIDENT she becomes partially blind somehow. either an injury or flash blindness or something like that idk i’m not di

university:

- so she gets a service dog he’s brown and his name is meeko. brings him everywhere obviously and thinks she’s all that because she’s brought her dog to class

- linguistics student!!! with a minor in vocal performance

- she really likes languages especially really old and dead ones. and ever since she lost her vision she’s been more interested in braille

- she tutors people in french and gaeilge

- she’s in a rock band with marcurio (who went to the same uni to study history) he plays bass and she sings. there are other people too i just dk them yet

- she has tattoos!!! she has a big dragon design on her back, and laurel leaves on her collarbones. and swords from her wrists to her forearms.

- still wears her big boots everywhere you can always hear her stomping up the stairs to the top floor of her uni building

- her dorm room looks like some type of wizards lair. why does she have SCROLLS

- she cant see well enough to play rugby anymore but she still likes to lift weights!!! with her former rugby buddies turned gym bros the himbo-esque farkas and mean lady aela

- her flat mates come back from clubbing at 3am to see avalie sitting at the kitchen table in complete darkness absolutely FUCKING UP a bowl of potato soup

- she’s very well known around campus even though she’s not very sociable she does lots of little favours for people. her moral code is dubious but she does like to help out

- or cause problems. people either love her or hate her

- had a really toxic relationship (jaree-ra victims will know) when she first entered uni

- met serana after her band played at a bar serana’s father owned

- avalie thought they’d never see each other again after a very tense conversation of trying not to look at the other’s lips but then serana sought her out on campus

- something something then serana joins their strange little group to make the weirdest trio of freaks you’ve ever seen

- they get serana away from her horrible father and they all move into one apartment together and it’s chaotic and weird and perfect

[bunny-heels]

Wow I didn’t know you were racist. White people aren’t allowed to have a hairstyle that their Nordic ancestors had? You’re letting a video about a woman from TikTok say it will make you angry? I don’t think you’re living your best life

im in a drive through of burger king

can i please get a

whopper jr with onion ring

make a meal so i can get a drink

no im not finished thats not everything

can i please get a double whopper with no cheese

can i please get a number 2 with a large drink

i got money so i dont care how much it costs me