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palette challenge // always accepting!

Yeah, of course! :’D

I cheated in this one. Technically I still used the palette, but I copied the skin layer multiple times and set it to “multiply” over itself to make it darker. She looked weird before. 8(

mun-directed questions // accepting

2. What drew you to rping this character?

Rhys is one of the first characters I’ve played who is legitimately quite similar to me, so though there are some things I definitely don’t have in common with him, his thought process is really easy for me to tap into.  Plus there isn’t so much pressure to get everything “right” as arguably one of the main points of Rhys’ character is that he's kind of a fuckup. So I don’t worry so much about seeming “smart” or resisting impulses to do dumb stuff. I just kind of roll with it.

3. What’s something you like about how you write?

I like how I write dialogue! I think I’m pretty okay at making my characters’ dialogue sound less scripted and more like something someone’d actually say.

[ guess who needs to make this a thread this gal right here omf ]

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 RUBBING CIRCLES into her temples in a desperate ( and failing ) attempt to find SOME peace, fiona couldn’t agree with her sister more. as the men —— if one could call them that, considering they were CURRENTLY acting more like toddlers —— around them argued endlessly, she wondered absently what she had done to deserve this. lie? cheat? steal? sure, okay, but did that really deserve THIS?

 karma’s a bitch.

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taking the chance to let the EXHAUSTION seep through her bones and the annoyance tint her tone, fiona continued to snap as she opened her eyes, glaring outwards. however when she glanced back at her sister the irritation was gone ( it hadn’t been directed at sasha, it never was ) leaving only the tired, sarcastic gaze in her eyes, matching her voice. there was some, small comfort in complaining about others with her, the way they always had done.

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   SHE APPEARS TO HAVE GROW FAIRLY ACCUSTOM to his company as the days went by. And thankfully, not in a way one normally would when B R A V I N G their way through weeks of construction work as they sit in their little apartment, NUMBING themselves completely to everything around them. No, the distrust was most likely still there (And perhaps, it would be awhile before he ever learns of why this is so), but they are conversing more, less affronting, less T E N S I O N when they take shelter each night and away from those things that were apparently called Skags. 

   EVEN THE TINIEST SMILE from her and giggle snorts that she tries to hold back (Which was honestly, the most adorable thing he had ever heard) would make that goofy smile on his features BRIGHTEN all the more. Just like the dorkiest teenager (Which, he has proven to be at heart, far too many times) who has succeeded in catching his crush’s attention for the very first time… he wasn’t that bad, right, Sasha? He does accomplish more than that, however, earning more heartfelt laughter and wider grins from her. She definitely sees him as more than just someone that could hold his own out here, these days.

  You only live once.

   And so, he cautiously slides over to her side one night. Her shoulders still shaking as her head is lowered ever so slightly after he makes yet another RIDICULOUS little comment (Though, he is starting to think that his voice alone is enough to tickle her funny bone, he knows the unsteady pitches in his voice sound absolutely ridiculous at times, even to his own ears). And of course, he gives her time to know that he had drawn closer, and when she doesn’t pull back… He leans right in to press a PLAYFUL SMOOCH to those now pink cheeks, flushed from all that laughing she did earlier.

Smacking her soles together to rid the dust that had completely filled the inside of her shoes earning a s -mall cough from the younger-- she hoped they got out of the desert soon but she of all people should k -now... this was Pandora. Nothing BUT desert.

She heard the caravan door open which tore her e- yes away from her shoes to see her older sister in the morning light. A rather i m p i s h smile coming to her lip when she met eyes with her.