dazai has a sort of mop-top haircut, consisting of longer lengths that drop to his mid-neck, and shorter layers that frame his face and fall across his forehead and into his eyes. parted in the middle. a deep chocolate brown, nearly bordering on black in certain lights. his hair has a natural wave to it, bordering on a curl on certain days and weathers. from the bottom left corner, parts of his bangs are always falling into his eyes in which he makes almost no attempt to sweep them to the side. the body of is his hair has an odd layering, due to the fact he regularly trims it himself or at the very least allows someone to trim it when it grows too far past comfortability, though with his wave/curl pattern, this is barely detectible.
this hand — cool, damp, with a nervous pulse. this man's hand. i held it all the while he talked and i'm still holding it now. must be going soft.
these days we all need a hand to hold — in the dead of night, when the rain dashes itself in blind waves against the windows. when fear seeps, pooling in every vague depression — diluting and dissolving us, diminishing us — suspending us, drifting, in a submarine world.
when you're drowning, any hand will do.
see this is the part that the new 52 writers always miss about constantine's characterization: he doesn't lack compassion or empathy, and he's not innately selfish. he has always cared more than he probably should. the conflict and tragedy at his core comes from being forced to act against his nature, not from being unable to contain some inherent cruelty. by late hellblazer his ability to show how much he cares is all but burnt out of him, but it's still there.
I do not know why the hive chose me, but it did. And I think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid. There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul.
( feminino • ela/dela • pansexual ) — Não é nenhuma surpresa ver VITÓRIA CAMPBELL andando pelas ruas de Arcanum, afinal, a HUMANA MUNDANA precisa ganhar dinheiro como RECEPCIONISTA NA OFICINA DOS ANDARILHOS. Mesmo não tendo me convidado para sua festa de VINTE E CINCO ANOS, ainda lhe acho ATENCIOSA e LEAL, mas entendo quem lhe vê apenas como INTROMETIDA e CARENTE. Vivendo na cidade DESDE SEMPRE, VICKY cansa de ouvir que se parece com CAMILA MENDES.
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Filha de um jovem casal missionário que acabou ficando preso em Arcanum por algum desígnio divino, segundo seu pai. Ana Maria ainda carregava Vitória em seu ventre quando chegaram no vilarejo e logo estabeleceram uma pequena comunidade de fieis. Seu pai, ainda jovem, teve de assumir a liderança da igreja, a chegada da filha e o luto de perder a esposa — Ana Maria faleceu após complicações no parto.
Vitória era conhecida como "a filha do pastor", cresceu rodeada de hinos e sermões, sempre sentia que ocupava o último lugar na vida do seu pai: primeiro, a igreja, depois as ovelhas e por último, a filha.
Hoje em dia, o adjetivo rebelde fora adicionado no apelido. Não que ela tenha virado ateia, nada disso, ela só deixou de seguir algumas normas de vestimenta e conduta da igreja. Ainda participa dos cultos e ajuda seu pai nas atividades, principalmente quando vê o homem sobrecarregado. É fácil identificá-la no templo, basta procurar uma figura colorida dos pés à cabeça perto do projetor.
O sonho de Vitória é conseguir sair do vilarejo e viajar o mundo. Já tem na ponta da língua o destino que quer conhecer: o Rio de Janeiro, a cidade natal da sua mãe. Ela guarda um álbum de fotos antigas da mulher, seu item mais precioso, e se perde em mil devaneios observando as mesmas fotos.
wanted connections/ideas dump
(abertos para todos os gêneros)
open - 0/2: Vicky faz qualquer coisa pra receber um pouco de atenção, uma das suas últimas tentativas foi inventar que finalmente tinha desencalhado. Seu pai ficou empolgado, pela primeira vez, pronto para conhecer o varão abençoado. Até que ela revelou a notícia que quase causou um infarto no pastor: eram um casal poliamoroso — Vicky, a humana, junto com seu namorado, o lobinho e a sua também namorada, a bruxinha/fadinha. Ela só precisava avisar os amigos de que agora deveriam se portar como um casal.
open: Ela diz que se conseguisse se concentrar e terminar um livro em vez de pular de obra em obra, já teria devorado a biblioteca inteira. Enquanto ainda não está nesse nível, pede para muse, um de seus amigos inteligente, compartilhar o resumo com ela. Muse ainda não desistiu de fazer a mulher ter ao menos um traço de intelectualidade.
open: Um ser sobrenatural bem mais velho que não tem a menor paciência para os intrometimentos e perguntas de Vitória.
closed: Assim que seus olhos encontram os de Katheryn não consegue evitar de soltar um "amiga!!" agudo de empolgação. Katheryn acompanha Vitória em todas suas aventuras, parece quase impossível dizer não para ela. Vitória sempre fala que é devido ao fato de suas almas terem sido traçadas como alma-gêmeas.
open (soldado): E no dia que Vitória tentou fugir da cidade? Esse dia foi louco e Muse sabe disso até demais, já que ele foi o soldado que impediu a jovem de causar uma confusão maior.
open: Em uma das suas tentativas de se sentir parte dos seres sobrenaturais, Vicky começou a fazer bombas remédios caseiros, que segundo ela, recebeu aprovação de uma bruxa do Whispering Woods. Muse não estava se sentindo muito bem e ela aproveitou para compartilhar seu mais novo xarope cura-tudo. Só não esperava que fosse piorar a situação de muse e teve que passar o resto da semana como acompanhante dele.
closed: Durante uma das suas caminhadas matinais, Vitória flagrou Azazel fazendo algo errado. Como não é nada discreta, Azazel logo reparou na sua presença. Ela já teria espalhado a fofoca, se não morresse de medo de Azazel e agora tenta evitá-lo o máximo possível, ficando super nervosa quando se encontram. (talvez muse finja que nada aconteceu e isso deixa vitória mais paranóica ainda).
open: unlikely friends.
open: friendzoned.
open: mother figure.
open: exes (good or bad terms)
open: childhood friends
quero colocar outras ideias depois, mas também podemos pensar em algo novo juntos 💗
chuuya's hair is naturally wavy, but appears more straight as it grows longer. it's typically cut in a long mullet - adjacent, emphasis on fringes to frame his face and then letting the length elevate towards the back. at its longest, it grows just an inch or so past his shoulders. rather than a low pony it's worn in a low half - up or mid - pony. he's meticulous with his layers, so strands will typically fall out of whatever updo he chooses, mimicking his shorter hair - cut back when he was a teenager ( top middle ), and the middle row center is typically how his hair looks when it's worn up in the front view, and the closest to his hair waves / texture.
color - wise, it's not super orange. it's more brown that's vibrantly orange when the light hits it. middle row left is typically how his hair is worn.
below is the shade i envision ( without coloring ).
I think about the ending scene from the Motto (Season 3's) movie ALOT.
Aiko finally overcame her trauma involving a grandparent (her mom's dad) only now being able to sit in Doremi's grandpa's lap when all the other girls did it so easily the day before. She finally musters the courage to talk to him after running away from him in tears the morning before in the tomato garden due to seeing her own grandfather's anger filed face. (I might make another post about that scene at a later date because there's alot to explain and that makes this scene so much sadder)
But I digress,
She's finally finding solace in Grandpa Harukaze…only to find out he's dying.
Listen to her: She’s absolutely DEVASTATED.
It’s the fact that out of all the girls, Aiko was crying the loudest. You can hear her the most clearly out of them.
Doremi’s crying too (all the girls are) but I feel as she’s not crying as loudly as Aiko because she’s trying to stay strong for not just her baby sister Pop but for her father (her grandfather’s son) who is sitting right there. She IS the eldest daughter, but the reality of everything sunk in and she is trying her best to keep it together, not just for her dad but for everyone else too.
But Aiko? She’s letting it ALL OUT.
This is also one of the rare times she's crying like this in front of ANYONE. She's cried like this to her parents in s2, but NEVER like this in front of her friends and especially in front of friend's parents or a person she only knew for TWO days.
When I say that this little blue haired spunky girl has trauma, HOO BOY DOES SHE HAVE TRAUMA AND A LOT OF IT TO BOOT.
priest: i don't, ah, quite know what to say to you. if you are in such terrible danger, why are you taking it all so calmly?
constantine: hmh! i dunno, father. i had a bloke beaten to a pulp earlier this evening. that sound calm to you?
priest: you did what...?
constantine: i must've been off me bleedin' rocker. i've never done anything like it before in me life, y'know?
constantine: but there's header gets his guts blown out, and george is stickin' his head in the noose, and helen gets ... jesus, then friggin' sarah bites me head off — ! everything's coming to bits in me hands and it's so easy to just see red and now, shit, they could've killed the tosser for all i know!
and now i'm just like the bastards i've hated all me life! kill him! fire him! close them down! piss all over him! screw you, i can do whatever i want! i so much as blink and you're dead, pal! i'm in charge!!
...
constantine: 'scuse me, father. i'm always like this when i don't get me own way.
— hellblazer #81, "rake at the gates of hell pt. 4"
babygirl you are just....so, sooooo offputting. (and grieving, and guilty, and terrified, but yeah: offputting.)
anyway, it's issues like this one that remind me why i kind of hesitate over some of the retcons in the recent spurrier runs, like the one with him now having opened dream's pouch of sand and stolen some before they even met. because like, it's easy enough to look at john constantine now — with 70 years of worst possible choices and unresolved trauma crystallizing underneath his skin to cover up all the soft, hopeful bits where he's used to getting hit — and assign him arbiter of ill intentions, magus of wasted potential, saint of shit choices, but man . . . he was new to this, once. he was still new to this 80 issues in.
80 issues in, and he's not used to losing friends yet; he even has time enough between catastrophes to grieve each individual one. still has enough left to live for at this stage to necessitate running and hiding, instead of bodily throwing himself at the problem like he learns to later, or sitting apathetically by to do nothing except smoke and watch the world fall apart when he finally gives up. fuck, he still apologizes.
and you're telling me this guy, this soppy wet cat motherfucker hiding from the devil in a church basement, so guilty over not knowing what happened to the guy that he paid people (paid chas, so chas could pay people) to attack that the bottle he's holding in this scene isn't even his second or third........this guy's past, more innocent self lied right to the face of DREAM OF THE ENDLESS and got away with it?