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hi. im Celery Z. Celery Zelery. czyexe. or. CZ. (my name is also ara)

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i make stuff but i usually dont post it here so uh. Keep an eye out (for the 4 people who actually read my shit)

i am transgender if you didnt know.

comissions in the future probably idk alt where i reblog = @celeryzelery my awesome best friend = @jeggman my other awesome best friend who likes objectified = @8od0t my other other awesome friends = @tazzymcclazzy another awesome friends = @bardypresident , @wilsonmanthefourtgb , @some-kind-of-horrid-gremlin Nikko = @dolojiggy38 my boobs are.. DEFINITELY.. filled with dr pepper by now

no anon asks because of one fucking guy. @8od0t you know what you did bitch

woke: feanor is poet, fingolfin is king and finarfin is soldier

Not that people often touch him. Ingwion is rarely there, and healers must be quick to see to everyone. His station puts him above others, and his character (mean, snipy, cold, scared) tends to ward everyone else off.

He does not do touch. Does not even consider it: he is a king, and it is a lonely part to play, in a kingdom ruined and people wounded; he is a warrior, a leader who has to be sharp, has to be strong.

At nights the surety with which he holds onto those convictions about himself falter. His tent is dark and empty and when he does not sleep, he works; when he does not work, he is too exhausted to stay awake. But sometimes he lies between the furs in the silence of the night, and all the loneliness and fear seizes him; sometimes he has to count his breath, and hug himself with both hands, and whisper, it's okay, it's okay, you will be fine just to stay sane. He wants, so desperately wants to not be alone; tries so hard not to cry when he sees an eternity of nights like this before him.

Sometimes people touch him, and he clings to it. Sometimes Ingwion bumps his shoulder and Finarfin's lips quirk in a smile. Sometimes Eönwë squeezes his arm to check for injuries after the battle, and Finarfin remembers it when alone, brushes the same spot to feel it. He feels pathetic for it, sometimes: fighting so desperately to retain something the others give away as freely as breath.

He never says any of it, of course. Does not think if others notice: it does not matter. After all, it is not his biggest concern, not when arrows rain on him every day, when with each battle a sword lands a bit closer to his heart, an arrow whistles a bit closer to his throat.

color-wise definitely green and golden, though i have also found the idea of some combination of orange and yellow/golden equally enticing. i also picture him in blue very easily, so honestly it depends on the mood (if i had to decide - green and yellow for drawing, blue for writing).

i think he likes floral patterns on his clothes

post-WoW most clothes he wears feel too heavy on him. it's mostly the depression and ptsd talking.

not really clothing BUT i adore picturing mid-WoW finarfin with short haircut and dangling wooden earrings. it probably looks bad in reality but sue me, it's sexy in my head.

put the heaviest crown you can find on him! my hc is that his ceremonial crown was forged by Aulë and placed onto him by Manwë (it's not a good thing. kinda fucks him up in the long run.)

i think he's very into wearing togas and light tunics when off duty. all the heavy clothes stay in his royal wardrobe, he's only getting the lightest fabrics he can get his hands on on vacations. he also wears a lot of jewelry off duty!