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[vorcotec]

hisband replied to your post: queering asoiaf fandom by finding a random stark...

i’d write dany and make her a wlw

me writing [random stark lady] as a lesbian elder*, you writing dany as a wlw... anybody else want to join in the Dykening or

[vmprwtch]

@hisband  // s.c.

it all happened in a bit of a flash. Alec was doing his best to drown out the cacophony of the bar. his meds hadn't been seen in a matter of days, and the sensory overload was more overwhelming than usual. worst of all, the talent manager who’d insisted on going to what he called his favorite dive bar in the bronx had long since fled to fuck some unfortunate soul against the brick wall outside. the red glow of the bar’s lighting could very well be the crimson tint in alec’s eyes from pure unreleased rage. with such poor impulse control, it was only a matter of time before he was set off. and the perfect opportunity for discord seemed to be served on a silver platter when one of the lovely patrons decided the allure of a celebrity was too much to resist. he seemed to think a sweaty arm slung around a shoulder wrapped in gucci and a pair of lips coated in cheap beer against his neck would be a welcome approach. it wasnt. he moved like a viper, snatching the shot glass from the patron beside him, smashing it over the bar into a jagged weapon and plunging it into the offender’s cheek where a splash of crimson sprang forth. the bloodied scrap of glass was dropped in favor of a ysl boot placed flatly against his chest, legs that usually graced a runway providing enough force to send the drunkard stumbling back into the mass of people. he probably wouldnt even remember who he was unfortunate enough to grab at. an enraged Alec turned back to the bar, already fumbling for his wallet and tossing a hundred dollar bill at the bystander whose shot he’d nabbed.  ‘ here - thats for the shot. if anyone asks you who did it, shut the fuck up and you can have another three hundred. ’

[crackshotingggggg]

hisband replied to your post: Me: having a bad day and thinks back to the...

bullshit callout solidarity…

not to put #drama back on the dash but

seriously wtf is wrong with people. 

[localmagicalboi]

"Don't ask, just run!"

                          ✨ @hisband for FIRST MEETINGS. SEND A LITTLE SENTENCE STARTER IF OUR MUSES HAVEN’T CROSSED PATHS YET! still accepting.

JESUS, WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE A NORMAL DAY?

It really was always some 'ole bullshit, huh? And, said bullshit was never under any normal circumstances. Never ordinary. Most people got caught up in traffic jams. Got stuck with a creepy Uber driver named Shifty Jim that collected Barbie heads in the glove compartment of his 1995 Buick. Pushed around at Whole Foods by suburban moms with enough hairspray to pollute and decimate a small town with air pollution. Super ordinary, MUNDANE SHIT. You know, he probably should've just stayed home. That would've been better, right? Instead, he decided to step out and get hounded up into running with some guy while trying to make a decision on whether or not he should drop by the nearby pretzel kiosk.

COULDN’T EVEN GET A GOD DAMN PRETZEL. ABSURD! However, Virote did as told. Don’t ask, just run. Not like the weight of his backpack was killing him as he sprinted along side... This guy. As he ran as cast as his short legs could carry him, Virote considered what could have happened. Police chase? Couldn't get caught up with the law. Not after he ended up casually keying the car of some less-than-favorable, local conservatives ( fuck Billy Bob and his lax gun policy beliefs. ) Gang fight? Nah. What kind of gang fight past 2005 happened near a shopping center? ❝HEY,❞ he finally managed, ❝WHAT'S GOING ON? Like— I— I'm so confused—?! I didn’t even get my pretzel!❞

[godsickk]

hair, face & hands!!

body parts!!

HAIR: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

Nina’s hair is thick, voluminous, and wild – if she grew it long, it’d be an absolute mane. It’d also have a slight wave to it, but Nina generally keeps her hair too short for that to display itself. Because she knows damn well that her hair is as uncontrollable as she is, she keeps it in a cut that flatters its natural tendencies rather than attempt to forcibly style it – a roughly jaw-length undercut, with her hair then swept over to the right. It lets her hair look attractive-tousled (instead of got-stuck-in-a-wind-tunnel-tousled) without her having to do much more than finger-comb it into place. She needs to get it trimmed pretty often, though, since her hair grows thick and very fast. (And, because of that, she naturally sheds like a fucking cat.)

In her canon verse, Nina’s hair is a very dark shade of teal, a few shades removed from black, which glimmers with brighter blue-greens under light. It’s borderline iridescent, which is actually normal – in her setting, most natural hair colors manifest this way. In her human verse, her hair is black, and she has it dyed like this (though with much brighter/more vivid colors; she favors a mixed palette of cyan, blue, and nuclear green, but will sometimes switch to different colors if she feels like mixing it up).

In her canon verse, Nina essentially has no body hair; among highbreds, the trait was phased out years ago for the sake of aesthetics, in a way similar to how those same families intentionally bred for height. In her human verse, Nina does have some body hair, visible mainly on her forearms and lower belly (I’m saying she has a happy trail). She chooses to shave her legs not from social pressure, but because doing so lets her better show off their muscle definition.

FACE: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what’s the size and shape of their nose, what’s the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.

Nina’s face is diamond-shaped, widest at its cheekbones with a narrower brow and jaw. Her cheekbones are incredibly high, sharp, and prominent; her overall bone structure is very strong and angular as well. In certain lights, she looks more carved than real. Though not especially wide or thick, her jaw is angular and well-defined. Her nose is – I think roman nose would be accurate? I’m never sure – but it’s long (in the up-and-down sense) and prominent, with a high, convex bridge. (This picture is a pretty good example tbh, though her nose does come to a sharper point.) Her ears are just …. ears, nothing noteworthy. Separate lobes, not attached, with two studs in each, as well as a cuff and two rings in her left cartilage.

HANDS: are they large or small, do they have pianist’s fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

She’s got bass-player’s hands – big, rangy, long-fingered, quick and clever. Her palms are dry and tough with calluses, though not rough; Nina takes active steps to prevent that. (“What kind of FUCKING ANIMAL doesn’t moisturize – ”) Her hands are always warm, no matter what.

In her canon verse, Nina’s nails are basically claws sharp and strong enough to puncture metal disguised as a stiletto manicure. She keeps them polished to a glassy finish, in a deep blue-black with bright yellow edges and lunulae. This is her go-to manicure in her human verse as well; however, where canon!Nina’s nails are retractable, human!Nina keeps hers long on the left hand and shorter/more rounded on the right. She also frequently paints her nails with alternate colors/nail art.

[lotusellois]

🐣👀 okay but we've talked about a verse where he actually got to be there when she was born

Joan was used to a busy room, but nothing like this. The hospital gown felt foreign on her body, as did the swollen bump of her stomach. The doctor knelt between her legs was chatting away as he helped her along, as if this was a perfectly casual situation, as if her life wasn’t changing forever. None of this, though, was as strange as the pain wracking through her. Joan was never one to cry out when she felt physical pain. She considered herself too strong for that, but the contractions were so powerful they drew high, agonized whines from her. Her fingers twisted into the sheets below her, knuckles icy white. For once, she felt brittle and small and vulnerable. She hoped it would all be worth it.

It felt like ages before she arrived. Her father was standing beside the bed the whole time, his hands fidgeting nervously. His glassy eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and his face pinched with fear. He didn’t have any encouraging words for her, nor did he offer his hand to grip as she fought through the pain. Joan tried not to look at him. She’d told him in the beginning that he didn’t have to be involved if he didn’t want to be. He was a rockstar on the rise, and she just a whore he’d knocked up. Yet, he wanted to be there for the birth of their daughter. Joan had long since stopped trying to understand the things Murdoc did.

 A chorus of happy chatter erupted among the doctor and the nurses as Joan released her final push. A squirming, slimy baby was lifted into the doctor’s arms, then passed along to the nurses to be cleaned up. Joan was tired, more tired than she thought she’d every been before, but she managed to find the energy to lurch up towards her newborn child. Softly, behind the nurses’ working hands, Joan began to hear the cries of her baby. Despite everything, Joan’s eyes blurred with tears.

❝Can I see her? I want to see her, please…Please.❞ she croaked. Moving sent odd sensations through her battered body, but Joan still extend her arms out. The tears were falling down her cheeks by now, washing away what little eyeliner she’d had on before.

The nurse turned towards her with a soft smile. The bundle was being cradled carefully in her arms, as if the little girl was made of glass. She was placed in Joan’s shaking embrace with all the care in the world. She was so tiny and beautiful. Her skin was a bit discolored, and a few jet black hairs were already on her head, a clear sign she would take after Murdoc. The thought made something deep inside of her twist up, but she barely registered it. All she could focus on was the storm of emotion rattling between her ribs.

Seconds or minutes passed, Joan couldn’t tell. She was too busy running her clammy fingertips over her baby’s head. Her skin was so soft, so new. She was completely innocent and helpless, so unlike the two people who made her. Eventually, after noticing the nurse gently telling her she needed to be patched up, she snapped out of her daze and looked up at Murdoc. Reluctantly, she offered the child to him, a crooked smile on her tired lips.

❝W-would you take her? ❞ She asked, voice hollow with exhaustion. ❝While they clean me up?❞

The tiny girl fussed a little, clearly upset with the warm presence of her mother being taken away. She weakly waved her little arms in the air, the beginnings of a cry hiccuping out of her pink mouth.

[nudoru-archived-blog]

{ So I know @hisband has been feelin’ a bit down about how the fandom’s been treating Murdoc lately so I wanted to do something for you to make sure you know he’s still loved by at least someone, even given the asshole he is <3

Sorry my art style is so soft and anime and doesn’t fit him ahhh }

[ofpositivities-blog]

@hisband does a fantastic job at realistically conveying, through their characterization, the multifaceted and oftentimes unpleasant issues that abuse survivors experience. They're very good at portraying what an "imperfect" PTSD survivor has to live with, and go through; as well, they don't portray abuse survivors as hopeless or helpless individuals who can never heal from what's happened to them. They give me a lot of hope for people whose trauma didn't make them "softer," myself included.