cut to the quick.

indie xayah.

[stvrcrush]

“ either take everything i have, or drop it all and walk away. ”

from @featherfront ​

     this is the truth behind words, the part nobody wants to talk about: words can only mean so much. there is power behind them but action will always be more powerful than a mere amalgamation of shapes and letters and sounds.

    rakan is in front of her in a mere second. there’s no hesitation. no moment to think. long, delicate fingers wrap around xayah’s wrists and pull them up. his head tips forward, lips brushing against knuckles. a promise. an unspoken declaration.

    behind her hand, his mouth curves into a smile.

    “ lead the way. ”

[featherfront]

quick update on my rules, as i am now... 24! wow how time flies

[featherfront]

targonian​:

STARTER FOR @featherfront​​ . 

“ preen and pluck as you may, your feathers seem a certain step above those of the average avian. ah - pray, i sincerely hope that such analogies are not in poor taste. i merely find myself fascinated with the fashions of the vastaya, which so clearly incorporate the bounty of the land amidst their garb & cloth. might i be so bold as to request an informal lecture on the vestments you choose to don, and what they mean to you? my interest is as genuine as can be. ” 

     who’s this asshole?

     ah, but is he really an asshole? the nose-crinkling sneer that she dons, the guarded fold of her arms — the sheer hostility, even! ... it’s all a reaction to her split instinct to trust him! xayah’s shoulders lift to her ears as she stares at him, golden eyes wary and... confused.

     and, short: “they’re clothes.”

     where’s rakan when you need him. no doubt he’d preen under the attention. all she wants to do is run.

    ( as it is, she has one bladed feather tucked between two fingers, hidden behind her other arm. but he hasn’t given her a reason to use it. not yet. )

     then, equally stilted: “and purple.” a pause. “i like them.”

[featherfront]

fucked up about star guardians lads

[featherfront]

paddledstar‌:

                                 ❛❛ alright,  alright, ❜❜     they  emerge  from  the  cerulean  portal  in  the  midst  of  valoran  city  park,  overlooking  the  bright  lights  that  dot  the  horizon  under  the  night  sky.  zoe  hovers  for  a  moment,  before  letting  her  feet  touch  the  ground,  a  good  head  or  two  shorter  than  xayah,  as  she  gestures  past  the  overlook.

                                  ❛❛ you  wanted  to  see  the  city,  so—– ❜❜      it’s  a  more  obnoxious  gesture  this  time,  but  still:  she  makes  an  effort.     ❛❛ here  it  is.  valoran  city. ❜❜

@featherfront  //  sc.

    “hm.”

     it’s a disdainful noise. she’d thought valoran city would be more impressive. as her feathers float to rest behind her, dark and glittering and corrupt, her lip curls into a sneer.

     tone easy: “smaller than i thought it’d be.”

      ahri chose to make this her new home?

[featherfront]

[needing dismay to notice and validate me noises]

[featherfront]

me: hasn’t written anything in forever

me, also: what if..... i like starter calls

[paddledstar-deactivated20201119]

     FLOATING THROUGH THE GALAXY, ALL THE STARS IN FRONT OF ME.     NOW I’M LEFT HERE ALL ALONE, A MILLION MILES AWAY FROM HOME.

[poonyo]

We need a couple of teams to do long-term stakeouts. I’m out.

[painhaver-moved]

friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down

[featherfront]

xayah has extreme “magneto was right” energies

[foretelled]

DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS !             send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill, with the outcome determined by a d20    ——    (   dice roll generator !  )      

athletics

acrobatics

animal handling

arcana

deception

history

 insight

 intimidation

investigation

medicine

nature

perception

performance

persuasion

religion

sleight of hand

stealth

survival

[yunalaqi-deactivated20200303]

❛       I  SHAPE  THE  LANDS   &   PART  RIVERS ,  the  jungle  knows  I’m  its  rightful  ruler .  ——  People  call  me  princess  but  I  know  I’m  EMPRESS  ;   &   soon  they’ll  bow  down  at  the  mention  of  my  name  .       ❜               PERSONALS  DO  NOT  INTERACT .

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

[featherfront]

Always the biter, never the bitten.

    It’s a quip in the middle of a tavern brawl -- a slip-up on Xayah’s part, and Miss Fortune taking advantage -- in a blink, she’s pressed flush against the bar, Miss Fortune’s hands tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back, forcing an arch to her spine. It’s a breath, a murmur, a taunt: 

    This close, she can feel their breathing, harsh and dissonant against each other. Xayah smirks, tongue flicking against the blood on her teeth. “Oh, but the pain’s half the fun, Sarah.”

     With a grunt, she kicks off with her heel, flipping over and out of the pirate’s grasp -- kicks off again, flinging herself forward --

[featherfront]

                            I can never resist an invitation to dance.                                  selective. semi-active. 

[featherfront]

[rips open shirt to reveal big i love xayah tat underneath]