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@bluefeathrs
Urban Fantasy/Mythology OC. || about || rules
21+ only. mutuals only. written by holly (she/her, 30+)
appearance || headcanons || prompts || starters
Using Xkit Rewritten and Beta Editor.
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How Adorable Are You?
Senja is 65% adorable. A uncommon amount of cuteness.
She can roll with that!
oh yeah? well [puffs out my feathers to make myself look huge and scary]
What does your soul look like?
a rose colored sun
You are warmth. You are hope. You are always reaching, and reaching. You have a great love inside you, and you are determined to share it with others, to warm them from the cold and empty void. But you give too much. You have torn yourself open, and now your light is stained with your own blood. Do you think yourself too reckless? Do you know how to stop? You are passion. You are a burning, bleeding heart. All look to you for guidance, for your comfort, but who will catch you when you fall? Never forget, no matter how many times you fade beneath the horizon, no matter how many times your sun has set, you will rise again at dawn.
( 🔥❄ )
“Key of the Twilight” by: Yuki Kajiura from: .hack//Sign
“A Stray Child” by: Yuki Kajiura from: .hack//Sign
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“Would you like some help with your feathers?” Dwight holds up a pair of tweezers. “I could get any loose ones out.”
"You probably won't need the tweezers unless you're working on the smaller ones. Just ruffle your fingers through and you'll find the loose feathers pretty easily."
She wasn't going to really be flying for a couple weeks until the replacements finished growing in. She turned her back to Dwight and let her wings spread a bit more.
"Are there any kinds of food you don't like, or can't eat?" she asked, already planning ahead for dinner as a thanks.
-beautiful singing voice-
-horrible vulture noises when she's pissed enough to threaten someone--
Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
How likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
She was home, she'd just shed a good three dozen feathers with several heavy beats of her wings, but the itching didn't subside. So she was seated on a kitchen chair, one wing curled around her front as she gently nudged the more stubborn feathers free.
If anyone wanted to help her with the loose ones, it'd be very much appreciated. Especially the parts closer to her back. Please, she'll pay you in food.
Senja pursed her lips and rolled her shoulder for the third time in twenty minutes. She was at work, she couldn't just bring out her wings and flap them like she wanted to relieve this HORRIBLE ITCHING, and she gave an internal groan. She was molting again and there was jack shit she could do about it right now.
She swore she was calling in sick tomorrow.
@bluefeathrs finally found her...
Margaret was making her way down the street, a bag of popcorn in hand. She swiped the snack from someone else passing in the streets. Sadly, the snack had long gone cold, but the salty butteriness was heaven on her tongue at the moment. One could say that it was the lingering effects of cannabis she'd huffed about an hour or two earlier... but then again, she also hadn't had popcorn in god knows how long.
She took a kernal and tossed into the air, then failed to catch it as it hit her square between the eyes. She managed to catch it before it was lost to the ground, and she simply at it normally afterward.
The Former Fixer was caught up in her own fun and delight, strolling aimlessly down the sidewalk in the city's sleeping hours. Completely unaware that she might've caught the attention of watchful eyes.
It had been… years. Senja's nightly searches for her lost friend had waned to once or twice a week, but not out of lost hope. Exhaustion was clear in her face; her feathers were scruffy and her hair was simply tied back out of the way. Her coworkers at Common Grounds even noticed she rarely went on her “hiking trips” anymore… but she could only tell them she was “going through something” right now.
She was perched on the corner of a building, one knee drawn up to her chest as her eyes drifted over the lit-up parts of the pavement. The movie theater she and Margaret would visit was a block or so away, but lingering revealed nothing new. Another fruitless night… Or so she thought.
Golden eyes caught a figure walking up the street; the details of them came into sharp focus and the harpy froze in shock. She was only seeing them– her?-- from the back, but was the walk familiar? The build, too. The clothes were different, the hair was different... but... a lot could change in five years, right?
She tried to temper her hope as she dropped from her rooftop perch, staying up and a bit behind in the woman's blind spot.
9. What is a drink you enjoy?
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"Hm. Cocktails, coffee... I'm still getting introduced to tea... mead (I make my own, you know. Got a floral-infused spring batch fermenting right now.)