#she'd rock the clean aesthetic

[andthendk]

here's a lil scribble I did with Raven (personally I think #3 fits her aesthetic😍) ⭐️ part 49292 of me refusing to shove her into one "goth" category 😤

[qdbs-writes]

Do you write fem readers?!? 😭 If so can you write some head cannons about the Cullens with a goth s/o

i proudly write for all readers, nonny! and I'm gonna assume this about about trad!goth, but I'll try and make sure this applies to most goth subcultures!

Cullen Clan x Goth!Fem!S/O

Carlisle Cullen

He's confused but supportive. Back in his day, the term 'goth' only applied to the people who sacked Rome, which he'll remind you of regularly, especially if you're visiting the Volturi (who will also assume that you are directly connected to the ancient Goths, and would fear you as a result).

He'd be interested in your genealogy, because he thinks you're connection to the goth style can't be mere coincidence or personal choice, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out either, all he'd have to do is check if you have any Germanic ancestry from the last 2000 years.

Esme Cullen

If you're happy and comfortable, she's happy and comfortable. While it probably isn't her style personally, she's quick to see the benefits. For instance, black is a very easy colour to maintain, particularly with regards to cleaning.

Her only concern is getting you clothes other than black so that you can have something to wear to events that may require specific colours, like if you two are guests at a wedding (she wouldn't want you wearing black as it's bad luck for the couple).

Edward Cullen

Edward himself is basically a diet-corporate goth, so dating you will probably help him develop his own sense of comfort in the style.

The two of you are regularly seen brooding in the Forks CVS, loitering around the hair dye section, silently terrifying all of the elderly people waiting at the pharmacy.

Edward is likely already very familiar with goth music, has absolutely been to some Bauhaus concerts in his time, and probably has a respectable collection of gothic rock records in his room.

Rosalie Hale

It'll be like a Barbie/Oppenheimer-esque clash in aesthetics. I personally see Rosalie with a very Y2K aesthetic, so the two of you walking down the street together might turn some heads.

That doesn't mean that she isn't fully supportive of your style though, and appreciates the philosophy of the aesthetic, how it's a style built on defying expectations of conformity and obedience. In her short life, all Rosalie knew was to dress properly, smile, be open, happy, a willing host, an amusing guest. In death, she's proud to be herself, and even prouder to be with someone so comfortable with dressing exactly how they want, regardless of what others might think.

Emmett Cullen

You dress scary and Emmett loves it. He has regularly compared you to a venomous snake, your black clothes and aggressive makeup mean that almost everyone in Forks steers clear of you. But not Emmett, he's never had the survival instincts to stay away from things that could kill him, in fact, your "unapproachable" style only drew him in more.

Absolutely loves wandering around Forks with you, even if you aren't particularly doing anything. He thinks it's hilarious that some people cross the street to avoid you, it's like having 'scary dog' privileges.

Alice Cullen

She'd seen you in her visions for some time, but she almost didn't recognise you when you started dressing strangely and wearing heavy makeup. At first, it disturbed her, you looked like the sleep-paralysis demons that used to haunt her in the asylum.

Once she gets the chance to meet you in real life, that fear quickly subsides. Through your relationship, Alice learns how much of a safe space goth society can be, and that she can rely on other goths to not be judgemental towards her like so many others are.

Jasper Hale

Greatly appreciates the Victorian-era elements that are incorporated into your clothes, it helps him feel less old. You'll make his day if you show any interest in his clothes and jewellery that he had in life, particularly the more morbid pieces (such as the ring made out of his mother's hair).

If you're looking particularly historical, he'll love to get in his original clothes from when he was alive (except the ""uniform"" that shan't be mentioned), and stroll about Forks with you, arm in arm, like a true Southern gentleman.

[planet-dusk]

you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

[intheinkpot]

Replaying the Visions in the Dark quest for the weekly objective gave me some inspiration to write a quick (and rough) snippet set post quest.

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Thorn studies Arlan turning her new lightsaber over and over in her hands. Gold and white with delicate swirling patterns etched into the hilt, a distinctive Zakuulan aesthetic. Arlan had been fairly tight-lipped about it, giving only the briefest explanation when she had suddenly reappeared in the war room, covered in dirt and mud with a new lightsaber gleaming on her hip. Then Aric Jorgan had disobeyed orders and accused Arlan of abandoning her post, and Arlan had withdrawn further and further throughout the night under the onslaught of Lana’s questioning and Senya and Koth's conviction that Arlan's decision to allow Kaylio's involvement in the mission had doomed it from the start.

Thorn had managed to diffuse the situation to the best of her ability, convincing Lana to take Arlan to get cleaned up. A suggestion Lana had readily taken to, perhaps needing only a slight nudge to redirect the anxious energy that had not abated at Arlan's return on base. Thorn can’t blame Lana - the last time Arlan suddenly disappeared, she had been trapped in carbonite for five years - but Lana’s need to understand what happened to Arlan, to ensure that it could not happen again, had blinded her to what Thorn could see clearly: whatever happened in the forest with Satele Shan, Marr’s ghost and Valkorian had shaken Arlan deeply.

For as open as Arlan seems, she is actually quite reserved. And so Thorn remains silent, waiting for Arlan to feel comfortable enough to speak.

"It used to be blue," Arlan says softly.

Thorn keeps her tone light, conversational. "What color is it now?"

Arlan ignites the lightsaber. The blade is a very light bluish purple, almost white, and it hums in a way Thorn finds almost comforting. It's beautiful, Thorn thinks, but far from the traditional blue associated with Jedi - the color of Arlan's previous lightsaber.

Thorn mulls over what to say before settling on asking carefully, "Does it bother you that it's changed?"

It's obvious that it does, but she hopes Arlan will tell her without her having to guess why.

Arlan turns off her lightsaber and stares at the hilt, a far away look in her eyes.

"Master Satele and Darth Marr told me that both the Jedi and the Sith were wrong."

Ah, Thorn thinks, there it is.

"Master Satele said she faced a choice when she found me unconscious in the forest. She could help me...or she could kill me."

Thorn grits her teeth. For someone who had given as much to the Order as Arlan to hear that someone they admired contemplated simply killing them... It's a thought Thorn knows would never have crossed Arlan's mind if the situation had been reversed.

Arlan hesitates. "All I ever wanted was to be a Jedi. To help people. Protect them. Keep the peace. I've tried so hard but even Master Satele...and she said she'd help me become something more but then she just left - "

Left me, Thorn hears even though Arlan doesn't say it.

Arlan brings a knee up to her chest and rests her chin on it and wraps her arms loosely around her leg. She stares out over the Odessan wilderness, lost in thought. The lightsaber rotates slowly in the air in front of her over the edge of the cliff face they're sitting on. Thorn wonders if Arlan thinks of dropping it, letting it crash down onto the rocks below.

Thorn shifts closer and nudges Arlan's shoulder with her own. "We hardly need her. You have me," she teases. "Surely I'm better than a hermit and a ghost."

Arlan's lips quirk upwards into the first smile Thorn has seen on her face since she disappeared the night before. "You’re certainly something, that's for sure."

Smiling, Thorn rests her head on Arlan's shoulder. She allows the companionable silence to linger a moment longer before she says, "I am sorry, you know." She tilts her head to look up at Arlan's face, but Arlan keeps her gaze pointedly straight ahead. "You deserve better than this."

For once Arlan does not protest or try to pretend she is fine. She blinks back tears and takes a shaky breath.

"Thank you," she whispers and rests her head against Thorn’s.

They stay there until the sun begins to set, and Arlan sighs.

"If I'm not back before sundown, Lana might start tearing Odessan apart," she says with a fondly amused smile.

"Oh, well if I'll get to see Lana heroically flexing her muscles, we have to stay - hey!" Thorn protests when Arlan picks her up easily and sets her on her feet.

Arlan laughs. "You won't have to deal with calming her down after."

"Oh, I can think of a few stress relieving activities I could help Lana with," Thorn purrs, and Arlan rolls her eyes, amused.

Though their conversation remains light-hearted, Thorn feels the shift happening, the closer they get to the base, as Arlan becomes the Alliance Commander - something like Jedi Master Arlan Sinoss but not quite, a new facet of her personality to put forward, another persona that is not unauthentic but rather...incomplete.

"There you are," Lana says, slightly breathless, approaching them briskly, "I was starting to worry."

Arlan smiled softly. "I told you I would be with Thorn."

"That's what worried me," Lana drawls.

Arlan chuckles and pulls her into a hug. She murmurs something into Lana’s hair that Thorn can’t hear, and Lana relaxes in her embrace, resting her head contentedly on Arlan's shoulder. Thorn smiles slightly. She meets Lana’s eyes, gives her a nod, and wanders off to find Rin.

Bonus pics of Thorn (ft her favorite mount) and Arlan!

[thaisibir]

Aoi’s childhood headcanons

-Between her parents, Aoi is closer to her father: a firefighter with the voice and build of a grizzly bear, and a big bleeding heart for his little girl. When he isn't running into burning buildings, he's an amateur cook who enjoys being outside by the grill. He'd often host big cookouts for his firefighter buddies who'd come over. From him, Aoi developed a sense of fulfillment and joy in cooking for others. 

-Her father was a rockhead in his youth. As a way around his wife's firm rule that Aoi shouldn't attend "rowdy, dangerous" concerts, he shares all his favorite CDs with his daughter. When it's his turn to drive Aoi to school, they'd headbang and sing along to rock music the whole way down. Their special song is "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses.

(The above two headcanons are based on the little factoids on Aoi's ring and CD found in the game, both of which were cherished gifts from her father. I assume that she's very close to him. Makes me wonder about her relationship with her mother. Which leads me to…)

-Aoi's mother is a business consultant who works from home. She is a nervous, anxious woman who can be micromanaging and overbearing. Unlike with her father, Aoi isn't very close to her. They're civil toward each other and never fight, never in dramatic shouting matches. But there's a quiet distance between the two, like a tightrope neither of them cross. As the rock of reason and order between the two parents, her mother instilled in Aoi the discipline and seriousness she applied to school and the way she carried herself. Further distancing their relationship is the fact that her mother is very allergic to all things furry, making Aoi smother her desire to have a cat or a dog.

(Screenshot from the part where Aoi’s phone gets a not-so-garbled text toward the end of Harmony route. I like to think that the text came from her worrywart of a mother. Her mom being allergic to dogs vs the idea of Labramon coming home with Aoi would be a ripe source of drama and conflict, a good thing to write about.)

-The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to Aoi is caught in a home video her mother had taken: when Aoi was very little, she declared that she wanted to marry her father. When she was told no, because Mama was already married to Papa, she burst into tears and threw a tantrum on the floor. Every time the memory is even mentioned, Aoi wants to crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment.

-Despite being an only child, Aoi doesn't get lonely. She prefers spending her free time with her nose buried in a good book. She has a weakness for romantic historical fiction and sentimental dog stories, which easily move her to tears.

-As an honor student she excels in all subjects, though if she had to pick a favorite, it would be language arts and literature. She loves learning about other cultures and points of view through books.

-Aoi's bedroom is made of 1/2 books, 1/2 stuffed animals. She's very good about cleaning her own space because if her mother did it for her, she'd complain about all the plushies cluttering up the room and tell Aoi to give them away.

-Aoi had her first period shortly after turning eleven, which involved the second most embarrassing moment in her life: getting blood all over the back of her skirt and not realizing it until she left a stain in her seat at school and classmates pointed it out. It didn’t help that since then she gets insanely painful, heavy periods where she passes out if she doesn’t take her pain meds and iron. Wearing snug dark pants during that time of the month became part of her regular aesthetic.

-Since grade school, Aoi could get along with her classmates easily enough, but never really made friends. Her peers only ever bothered with her for homework answers and as a way to shirk classroom chores. Being used made her sad, even angry sometimes, but she never openly made a fuss and bottled it all up for years.

-Aoi may be an only child, but she has a lot of aunts, uncles, and cousins who regularly visit, and she's part of a large Buddhist family. A few of her cousins and uncles are monks. One of them is a hermit cut off from civilization, last seen somewhere in the mountains of China, someone she always hears about but has never met. Her great-grandfather was a scientist in Unit 731 during World War II, an absolute psychopath infamous for conducting inhumane experiments like vivisections on war prisoners. For a long time, Aoi thought she was the most plain and boring member of her colorful family. (Until she met Labramon, anyway.)

[witchw00d]

[ HIPS ]: sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips.

despite what others might think her extracurriculars, linda prided herself in being a wife and a mother. at the end of the day, her husband and her kids were her world. she always came back to them, after all. she and gerald just had an agreement that started at the early phases of their relationship many moons ago. she could see whomever she wanted. he could see whomever he wanted, if he wished. but they were home base. they were each other's rock. some distance now and again reminded them, her in particular, of how good she had it when she got home. and those four platinum blonde boys were indicators of who the real parentage was, despite the moments of initial doubt in the pregnancy. her boys were monroes through and through.

despite her bougie taste in life, one of her favorite parts of the night was after the boys took their melatonin gummy and went to bed. she'd clean up the kitchen from dinner and make five lunches ready to go for the next day - sandwiches for the boys and leftovers for her husband. the containers and ingredients were laid out across the kitchen island in an aesthetically organized way as she constructed each lunch box and gerald's cooler, placing them all on their designated shelf in the refrigerator before she went to clean up.

she was wiping down the island when @honeyfestival came into the kitchen, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as he brushed past her to grab a whiskey tumbler for himself and a long-stemmed wine glass for her for their night caps. he popped the corks for both and poured them a helping before he carried them over, the glasses set on the island at either side of where he stood behind her.

she felt his hands rest on her shoulders, massaging into the muscles with expert kneading and her brown eyes fluttered shut. her hand slowed from its wiping as her husband's slid down her back, across her sides, and hands wrapped around her hips. her gave them a squeeze as he pressed them back into the hips he met with a forward roll, and she could feel the bulge already starting to yearn for her inside his trousers.

" you brought me a present? " linda mused with a satisfied smirk as she brushed her ass against the front of his pants again, earning a hum of approval. " you planning on dirtying up my clean kitchen, mr. monroe? "

[border-spam]

Leech Lord: Worries

Tyreen - Troy

Always. Constantly, inescapably, Troy.

He's smouldered in the back of her mind as long as she can remember, like a fever. She couldn't not worry about her twin, even as a child it was impossible to block out the cold tightness in her belly that would rise whenever they were apart for any length of time.

She couldn't play alone for an hour without a pang of concern, was he ok? He'd been in bed days... was there something he'd like out here she could bring for him? Maybe Mom would let them play rock soldiers on the mattress if she found some good ones, ones with the little shiny flecks he liked.

The gnawing bite when he'd set out to hunt and she'd be left home with Pop, when keeping him and dad fed was a real problem even without Mom around anymore, the fear that one day he wouldn't come back. He got tired so easy, he only had one hand to grip rock-faces with, he was stubborn... and the concern he'd not forgive her when she'd lash out with words she didn't really want to say after he'd return each time, lost as to how else she could vent how scared for him she'd been.

He nearly died within a week of hitting Pandora. A week.

She didn't like being far from him after, what if his heart started playing up again, what if he fell? What if he was having a weak spell and she wasn't around to pulse energy into his bones with a gentle squeeze of his cold hand in hers. What if he was pushing himself too hard while she was off-world, what if he wasn't sleeping so he could get that stupid stream recording finished for upload, he never listened! She couldn't trust him to stay safe, so she worried.

Always.

That never changed, but what she worried about did over time.

The fear turned sour - less a concern he was overworking and more he was slacking off. He'd not been meeting deadlines recently and she knew it was because he was getting lazy... what if he was whispering behind her back while she was touching base with Maliwan, plotting with his backstabbing Saints to usurp power to his own parasitical throne?

What if he was turning on her? What if he didn't love her the way she loved him anymore, what if he didn't care about their crusade, their holy right? What if he didn't believe she would reach the glory the universe owed her?

...What if he started saying no.

She worries about her twin constantly, and what would happen if he knew how important he really was.

Troy - his "Meds"

(tw: drug use)

The battered little tin is always in a pocket on his left.

Doesn't matter if he's in sweat-stained rags as he grapples with JK's vanguard in the barrack's arena, or full gold and silk regalia at an off world banquet, it's there, rattling quietly, just a hand's reach away if needed.

And when he needs it, he needs it.

The contents are an unorganised medley of chems. He doesn't plan or measure, that's the realm of addicts after all, and he ain't one regardless of what he's scared the people who know him might think. These are tools, not dependencies.

It's stocked with pressed pills and powder sachets stamped with bandit symbols based on instinct, how he's been feeling lately. What he's afraid will rise from the darkness.

The idea of not having it, not being able to run trembling fingers over the pitted surface as he hides the shake by slipping a hand into his coat when he's feeling off, is terrifying. It hadn't been that many years ago when the dented little box mostly contained painkillers and antibiotics, but that shifted over time. Now its purpose feels more sinister than holding back the waves of illness Pandora would throw at him. Now, the drugs help keep him him.

Mood stabilisers, anti depressants, tranquilisers. Hallucinogenic spore powder pressed into the God King's palm by a Bandit high priest with a bone carved mask and reverence in their touch. High quality Blow from that club he trashed in Promethea... The good shit, always clean, always sourced. He's a King - shady deals in alleyways are beneath what he's sweated blood to craft himself into.

Each hits different, clouds his brain and blow his pupils in unique sensations, and he knows his custom assortment by heart. Knows exactly which to snort in a private stall when he feels a rage that's not him creep up his spine in sponsor negotiations. Knows what pill to discretely pop under his tongue to calm the shakes that snake through his ribs on offworld trips, when the corporate suits around him have their bullshit begin to be drowned out by waves of hissing terror clutching at his guts.

"Anxiety", his specialist had said.

Bullshit.

He knows anxious. He knows anger. He knows fear... This is something else.

The drugs haze it away, uncoil the tendrils of something that's not Troy from his mind. Dull the link. Blur his sight and slow his heart - it's enough.

He hates that tin, but the worry of forgetting it one day keeps his hand slipping into that left pocket like a nervous tic, over and over and over.

The contents are probably killing him, but it doesn't matter, least it's his choice. Only Troy controls Troy.

Only he decides what act he plays.

There's no such fucking thing as ghosts.

Seifa - How she looks

It's a constant worry in the back of her mind when in public, that she's going to be outed. That the aesthetic she wears as Ur-Machina, or her sultry little trade-shark persona will fall apart and she'll be left a laughing stock.

The Sei she shows the world is a carefully curated version and that's how she's known.

That mask is how people recognise her character, it can't slip or it could mean people will see her for what she actually is, and THAT ain't acceptable in the slightest. Nuh-uh. She's been pretending to be someone of importance far too long now to let the reality of what a useless piece of junk she is be noticed.

She doesn't give a shit if it comes across as being vain, that's fine! That's easy to work with, part of the persona. Let them think the side glances at her reflection whenever she passes something shiny are outta pride, all she has to do is throw a quick smirk in and it's totally believable that she's checking herself out, not looking for mistakes.

Is her hair ok, does her foundation look rough? Jacket pulled up weird? Nah she's fine - good, check her skin next pass though cause she's feeling nervous and sweating off makeup doesn't do wonders when you're trying to come across as in control. Suck in the goddamn gut. Ass out, cock a hip - power stance. There we go.

She stresses ABOUT stressing about how much she worries.

Maybe it's not actually normal? She has no basis for comparison so can't be sure - this is how things have always been. This is how she survived, by knowing exactly how she needed to look to shift an outcome to her favor or broadcast a confidence that wasn't entirely real.

Keeps a sharp eye on friends, rivals, people she's interested by to see how they manage - does anyone else does this? Is it just her struggling so badly to keep a persona intact that other people don't even have to give a second thought to? She thinks it is... and that just makes her worry about it falling apart even more.

Sei isn't sure if who she is is the makeup and confidence she wears to match an outfit, or the person she is underneath when she's alone. Or, used to be when she was alone anyway, nowadays it's... nicer. Years together and slow steps they may not have noticed her tentatively making have helped her come to grips with how her friends seem to see her the same either way. She doesn't have to be groomed, dressed well, they see Seifa even if she's not sure she is.

Ven doesn't act differently if her hair is done or not, same way he's still Ven if he's in a coiffed updo or messy locks - she's still Sei to him if she's fully styled or looks like a Rakk nest, and it helped.

JK doesn't alter how they treat her regardless of a face of makeup or not, same Sei, same deep chuckled jokes from them or gentle wisdom on long night talks, it doesn't matter what face she's wearing, just like the mask they use has never changed who it belongs to for her.

Troy speaks to her with the exact same close respect or gentle mockery when she's in full ritual gear as when she's just standing in old socks and loose pajama pants she should have tossed years ago. She's not sure he even sees a difference really, or if what she is to him is something that's visual at all. Maybe she's an idea, or a presence. Maybe what Seifa is to him is what he feels when he sits close enough to accidentally brush against her side.

How he looks at her never shifts - it's her he's seeing, and she matters to him regardless of what role she's playing.

It's helped, having friends. Knowing they see her as what she is and not an act, but it's not changed the constant nervousness that goes hand in hand with acting in public as Saint Ur-Machina, or Seifa A'rosk.

Little steps... little steps.

[florvinhara]

my detectives (part 2)

celebrating the end of this semester w infodump part 2 ft luna! (part 1)

Luna [redacted] Kingston

Romances A or M

Age: 27

Birthday: September 12

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5'3"

Hair: black, wavy and shoulder length w choppy front bangs

Eyes: dark blue

Other appearance details: eyesight is bad enough that she usually wears glasses but she can still mostly see w/out them. long scar on neck from the murphy attack. old scars on knees and elbows (the Klutz special).

Languages: Conversational fluency in lots of them!

Stats:

Charming/Intimidating

Impulsive/Cautious

Sarcastic/Genuine

Friendly/Stoic

Easygoing/Stubborn

Heart/Mind

Optimist/Pessimist

Team player/Independent

Primary skills: Deduction & people

Strengths: Outgoing, kind, trusting, creative thinker, jack of all trades, open-minded, thoughtful, devoted, loyal, strong-willed

Weaknesses: Guilty, flighty, overactive imagination, clumsy, low self-esteem, unfocused, nervous, dishonest, impetuous, irrational at times

Personal:

her middle name is currently [redacted] bc im pretty sure rook's sister is Evil and for the Drama im gonna make luna's middle name the aunt's first name ;) if it turns out the aunt isnt a villain then.... idk maybe she still will be in my heart <3

she's worn glasses since she was 12, but her vision is. Technically good enough that she can mostly get by without them, leading to her always putting them on top of her head and subsequently losing them

in my heart she's an investigative journalist who moved back to wayhaven after sm things went down at her old job that made her want to find out what really happened to rook and reconnect w rebecca, but then got caught up in the murder plot with UB starting book 1, but in the vein of canon, she joined the force to follow in rook's footsteps etc.

she was kind of a weird kid, always daydreaming and making up her own very in-depth games and stories in the corner- she was pretty shy! sometimes she wld write them down and that's what first got her interested in writing

the car is named Tracy and she is a LADY who is doing her best!!!! at this point tracy is a cherished friend, jokes about her being bad will Not be well received >:(

she's very much in her head all the time, smtimes her sentences sort of meander and just go off on tangents and then kind of drift off at the ends

rebecca sent her to boarding school for a while following an Event in luna's childhood that made rebecca feel like wayhaven wasn't safe for the time being, she had lots of fun but that's kind of the time when luna started to worry she'd done smth wrong and that's why rebecca didn't want her around, since she'd kind of blocked out the Incident

many nervous habits! including but not limited to: cleaning her glasses, braiding small strands of her hair, jostling her leg, cracking her knuckles

she is actually v smart! in a book sense at least :0 she's clever and good at solving puzzles, and she remembers a lot of rlly obscure info abt lots of things- look into her eyes and you can basically hear the mii music playing, but she is intelligent!

she loves animals :') walking anywhere with her takes Ages bc she wants to stop and look at birds and if there's a worm on the sidewalk everything comes to a Halt while a rescue operation is performed

rocks!!!!! she's a huge geology nerd and she Loves them sm, fun crystals and pebbles alike :) she collects them all and if you picked one up and asked her abt it she wld know exactly when and where she got it

she hates seasonal music!!!! halloween songs and Especially christmas songs!! she cant explain why but it drives her up. the. wall. during the last few months of the year she's like that gif from community of the woman hitting the guy with a candy cane like "its December 10th!!!" its the one thing about the holidays she doesn't like

lots of her favorite books are from the golden age of detective fiction! she also reads a lot of poetry and history books, and loves nonfiction :D she's a sucker for any book with really in depth worldbuilding and/or a map on the front inside cover- she DID read the entire silmarillion AND enjoy it! she loves animated and stop-motion movies, laika is her Favorite studio and she owns every studio ghibli movie

she loves any food or drink where the main ingredient is sugar <3 catch her eating lucky charms dry straight from the box! she'll only drink coffee if it has like. vanilla or sm other sweet flavoring added to it along with 12 packs of sugar

her sleep schedule.... oh no! she had insomnia even before murphy, and now with the nightmares, it's even worse :( it's ok though! she uses the nighttime to work on art or baking or writing etc.

she listens to lots of indie/folk music- the oh hellos are one of her favorite bands! also she's a big fan of fun pop music- carly rae jepsen, bleachers, hayley kiyoko, HAIM, etc. also smdfnsj she Does listen to lofi music

she's loved chess since she was a kid and often plays against herself or another opponent- she also usually has a puzzle she's working on, and really likes crossword puzzles/sudoku games!

background noise is a Friend <3 it rlly helps her focus!

she loves her potted plants a lot! she has very detailed instructions on how to take care of them and she does talk/sing to them to help them grow

her house Looks minimalist? she values the aesthetic but she cannot commit- open any drawer in her house and you'll find like 7000 receipts she hasn't thrown out yet

she is Sweet but! untapped Rage is there... she has a tendency to bottle things up until one tiny thing makes her Go Off with all the stress and anger she's been holding back :( she Will cry and yell and then be completely horrified and spend the next 3-4 weeks apologizing profusely

she feels bad about. Everything :( she blames herself a lot,, it's easier to tell herself that things are going wrong bc it's her Fault and she did smth wrong rather than accept that it's out of her control

on that subject things with rebecca are Awkward!! they kind of drifted apart and luna feels like she shld have tried harder to keep in touch

her primary love language... probably words of affirmation or physical affection! she's very open w her affections and telling/showing people she loves them (to the extent they're comfortable with it! she prefers to let whoever she's with dictate the pace of the relationship)

if you see her Sleeping on the floor.... just leave her be,, she's sleepy

she is. weirdly lucky at small things and games of chance? catch her being dealt a full house right out of the gate during card games or finding quarters on the street all the time! she wins carnival games like nobody's business <3

absently she knows all the Lucky things to wish on! shooting stars, ladybugs, eyelashes, pennies, 11:11, etc :)

she dresses like. a very specific kind of influencer lowkey, w the oversized t-shirts and jeans ksdfm, the Sweaters/coats, etc.

hot weather does Not spark joy- she owns like 700 fans and loves getting to wear all her cute winter clothes :)

she's not allowed to watch cooking/baking shows unsupervised anymore, following the Incident where she watched one and then spent the entire night building a Giant gingerbread mansion spreading across the floor of her apartment

she deflects. a Lot! not even intentionally really but it just Happens :/ she's naturally a pretty open person but smtimes she just naturally is Not Talking abt it and tries to play things off, especially personal things abt her feelings/reactions to things <3

she is Nervous,, her base level of stress is. kind of up there! surprises Do Not work bc she will just Shriek and drop what she's holding sndfsjn.... it was like that even before murphy but. you know. it's more pronounced now :/

in her heart she is like. a human golden retriever! she's excited!! she wants to be friends!! she's roaming around,, take her for a walk and maybe she will find a cool stick to carry!!

she walks with a little bit of a skip in her step! on her toes a bit so nobody can tell she is Short... (it doesnt work)