"Rose - Tinted glasses, call me naïve,
Wishing on love, for sparks to be set free.
Cheeks flush. Butterflies swarm,
Can you be the one to keep me warm? "
- 'Butterflies' by Strawberry Sweet Surprise
Got the chance to commission @danniseyebrows for an portrait of my @infamous-if MC, Shanaya Joshi - also known as Mintii <3. Is always dressing bright and cute both on and off stage.
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Harry had a “girl hair” temper tantrum and shaved it all off instead of just whacking himself in the head with his hairbrush and moving on with his day, rookie mistake
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Sometimes I think there are certain parts of Wolf 359 that feel so familiar to me that I almost forget what they are like the first time round.
Like, I've just been thinking about how in the finale, after Minkowski gets shot, we don't hear any noise from her all through Cutter's gloating speech. We hear her gasp as the bullet hits and the show immediately cuts away to a different scene. Then when we rejoin the confrontation with Cutter, we don't hear Minkowski make any noise - not even a groan of pain or a laboured breath - for over a minute. And because it's an audio drama, this means that we don't have any direct indication of just how injured she is, of whether she's fully conscious, of whether she's even still alive. Lovelace's reactions can't tell us much while she's struggling against Cutter's control. And I wouldn't put it past Cutter to gloat to someone unconscious.
The first noise we do hear Minkowski make after being shot in the stomach - the first proof we have that she's still with us - is her gathering her strength and declaring "Renée Minkowski... and that is more than enough to kick your ass!", before punching Cutter. Which is always an incredibly powerful moment. But there's a particular power to it when it also serves as the reveal that Minkowski is still conscious and able to put up resistance. The moment when she asserts her ownership of her own identity feels almost like a moment of rising from the potentially-dead.
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haircut — david & angel fluff
cw: brief descriptions of anxiousness
david gets a haircut for the first time in many months, but the barber cuts it shorter than he anticipated. like, way shorter. suddenly he’s all panicked, worried if angel would hate it, or for some reason be upset over it. this big, bulky, six-foot-something man is sweating, heart pounding as he drives home, reviewing all of the possible reactions that could come out his mate.
obviously, they’d love him either way. they both changed a lot since their first meeting (in all aspects). still, he didn’t know a person could get him this flustered, this nervous. but there they were, sitting peacefully at the other side of the door.
he finally unlocks the door, anxiously tugging down his bangs, hoping that they’d grow longer somehow. angel turns from their spot on the couch when they hear his keys jingle, eyes still fixed on the switch between their fingers.
“hey dav-” they greet, eyes going wide. they stare dumbly at man at the door, ignoring how his shoulders cutely hunch, and the way he rubs the back of his neck bashfully.
angel doesn’t notice how nervous he is (if they did, they’d be teasing him brutally). instead, they were focused on how good he looks. his face is brighter, his cheekbones and jawline more visible than ever before. his thick eyebrows are also more noticeable, making him look more stoic and mature (in the best way possible).
the wolf clears his throat, “…d-does it look okay..?”
“okay?! oh my god, you look so good, davey!” they praise as they leap out of their seat to him, eyes scanning him all over. he sighs as their delicate fingers find the back of his head, now more exposed than before.
“yeah? i thought he went way too short this time. i thought it looked…off” david spoke, releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding. his muscles relax, feeling like he could take over the entire world with the way they look up at him, all warm and dopey.
“nope, he did a good thing… a very good thing” angel asserts dreamily, “who knew you could be so handsome?” their lips curl teasingly.
“you knew, idiot” he deadpans, holding up his left hand, reminding them of the matching silver bands adorning both of their ring fingers.
they laugh loudly, “i guess you’re right. i know very well.”
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