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This blog has officially been archived. Any likes or follows from this blog are for one of the side blogs.
@flounderingdestinies - a multimuse where Faith now lives along with other canon and original characters
@chrxnicempathy - Jacen Solo from Star Wars Legends
@artxmisargxntum - Allison Argent from Teen Wolf
I am seriously considering moving Faith to my multimuse over at @flounderingdestinies since she isn’t really all that active on her own anymore. But I’m still not certain, so I guess if you have an opinion one way or another I wouldn’t mind hearing it.
Like for a starter from Faith, specify verse please
how many of us old fucking farts are on here? remember when we used fucking giant ass gifs for icons and there was no small texted/formatted threads?
Remember when it was tricky not to reblog something as a link and there was no activity tab so you just had to keep a really close eye on what notes came in on the dash? And magic anons, let’s not forget those!
hello please reblog this if you’d write with face claims over the age of 25.
maclae:
“YEAH, I’M LOCAL.” Unfortunately. Tara was curious about the other girl’s comments, but she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and Tara wasn’t the type to pry. “IT MUST BE COOL, TRAVELING,” she tried to keep the envy out of her tone. “YOU’VE PROBABLY SEEN THINGS A LOT, UH, MORE LIVELY THAN THIS PLACE.” She ducked her head, wondering if she was making a total idiot of herself. “I’M TARA. AND, UH, YOU PROBABLY WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE, DON’T YOU? SORRY.”
Huffing out something almost like a laugh Faith looked around the club and shook her head with a small smile.
“You’d be surprised how alike everything is, once you’ve seen enough. People don’t really change, no matter where you are.” She replied, tilting her head to take in the other girl with an amused sort of curiosity in her eyes.
“It’s cool, I wasn’t really doing anything anyway.” This was said after a long moment of studying her again, deciding that if she had nothing better to do she could at least hang here and see what it was about this girl that made her senses spark.
Skye picked up on the other’s body language as the group of boys form Silver’s lot came swaggering into the bar - she might had rolled her eyes at them. They were fooling no one - Silver didn’t have territory so they were unimportant. “You got issues with them then?” the archeress asked lightly as she picked up was Ursula constituted as a fry and popped it in her mouth, eyes moving behind the other to the boys. “They forget they have no ship, no territory and only an abandoned warehouse.”
“An’ I’ve got even less, so ‘scuse me if I won’t be tellin’ ‘em any of that.” There was a bit of the dockyard drawl in her voice, but it was hurried along by the clipped and anxious tones of a warehouse orphan. Dressed in neutral browns and grays, nothing flashy or eye-catching, it was pretty clear what she was. One of the generally unmentioned ‘wards’ of the Isle; unclaimed children left to basically raise themselves in the barely supervised ‘orphanage’ set up in one of the large warehouses here. No family, no gang, but there was a vicious survival instinct behind her dark eyes that explained how she’d made it this far without joining up somewhere, something that made it clear she’d clawed her way this far through life and wasn’t about to lay down and give it up any time soon. Even if it meant bothering one very dangerous person in hopes of getting a group of them, each much more manageable as individuals, off her back. It was a gamble, hide herself near someone with a reputation and hope it paid off before they either noticed or decided to do something about her.
I can tell, you’re a sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ
When you’re sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, your hands 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 And your shoulders 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊
But your eyes… It doesn’t show in your eyes. That’s how I can tell, Those eyes have seen things.
let’s steal “Wondering Wednesdays” from the Fallout fandom and send headcanon questions to everyone on our dashes on Wednesday
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT WHEN YOU’RE WRITING YOUR DOCS & PAGES THAT PUTTING SEVERAL SPACES BETWEEN INDIVIDUAL WORDS IS REALLY INACCESSIBLE.
this goes especially when paired with certain fonts. i understand wanting to maintain an aesthetic, but when it’s at the price of other people being able to read or process what you wrote, it just isn’t good.
i don’t even have a reading disability, but i do have serious processing and focus issues as well as overstimulation issues. i find that i am completely unable to connect or understand what you’ve written because i’m expending so much effort trying to read the font and spacing itself.
I tried to be good
I was a failure
so I took to taking all the good men d o w n
[5/10] supporting: Faith Lehane
bold any which apply to your muse !
repost , do not reblog.
colours . red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. bubblegum pink. sky blue. pale jade. magenta.
elements . fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. time. aether.
weapons . fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. bow & arrow. staff. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staves. wands. powers. magical items. lightsaber. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy. words.
materials . gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.
nature . grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.
animals . lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. dove. seagulls. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. scorpions. unicorns. pegasi. dragons. ladybugs. scarabs. chickens. magpies.
foods / drinks . sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. bird. insects. omelette. cake. honey.
hobbies . music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. war tactics. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying.
misc . balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. lighters. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. realism. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. clan. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. mischief. stability. lies. truth.
tagged by: sort of @hopegained tagging: @inze, @chrxnicempathy, anyone else who wants to
“I can teach you how to use my blaster, but you might lose a shoulder or an arm… or all of ‘em.”
“Come onnnn, please? I promise I’m stronger than I look.”
I identify as a fucking disaster,
Y'know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.
