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stab-the-son-of-a · 2 years

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No Good Very Bad Terrible Days

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

Tagging @whumpster-dumpster as this prompt knocked me out of a slump, and @verkja, because they were right- I lied. Apparently we’re seeing more of this crew.

CW: The POV character has a very lackadaisical view on skipping meals that may be triggering to those with an ED.

Before even opening his eyes Auxentius Fleck knew it would be a bad day. His grandmother used to say she could feel it in her bones, and of course as a snakelet he had taken it literally and spent a few years convinced his nana could predict the future in some way. But nope. Just the fact that barometric changes were not friendly to old bones. Auxentius tasted the air and shook his head in distaste. It even tasted cold out.

He wasn’t old, not really, but boy did he still feel the snow coming in. Unfurling, he raised up his torso and steadfastly ignored the spasming of his obliques, his dorsi muscles… Auxentius gave up on trying to determine how many and which parts of his back were screaming at him to curl up and find a nice warm place to wait out his misery.

Persica had asked him to show up, and while he could never accurately tell her feelings about him (he always assumed somewhere between icy and lukewarm), he did want to help her. So, out of bed he dragged himself.

His stomach cramped as he downed a couple pills. Yes, yes, he knew taking something for the pain on an empty stomach was a poor choice but frankly both options would have left him nauseated, so really it was the lesser of two evils. He reminded himself of this as he slithered out the door to visit the dryad healer herself.

Persica wanted a manual laborer, apparently. Just extra muscle around the place to try to complete the winterization of her garden and keep her home from letting in snow and ice. A necessary practice in these parts, one he’d yet to acclimate to even years after moving here. He tried to feign enthusiasm. He failed.

“Before the frost sets in, I need you to turn the soil,” Persica said, holding the hoe out to him. Her nose twitched and scrunched in distaste. “I know it’s a difficult concept for you, but certain things need to be done whether we want to or not.”

Today, Auxentius determined her tolerance of him was at an all time low. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate, maybe an all time recent low.

“The entire field?” Auxentius asked to confirm as he took the hoe. It was heavier than he expected it to be and he nearly dropped the head to the ground. Fumbling slightly, he adjusted his hold on it between his four hands.

“No, Fleck, I want you to stop midway through. Of course I want the whole thing done! Are you going to be a help or a hindrance?”

Auxentius offered a too cheery smile instead of allowing her to see he was so easily insulted by a few heated words. “Ideally the former.”

With that, he set to work.

What back breaking work it was though. The spasms tightened around his chest and cut his breathing into an uneven staccato. Though it was still cold, bitterly cold, the sun overhead and the exertion conspired to overheat him. Planting the hoe in the soil, he leaned against it and glanced back at what he’d accomplished.

It looked like he’d made no progress, not anything worth comparison to what waited ahead of him.

Briefly, he glanced forward, toward Persica’s dwelling. It looked like a typical dryad home, especially as she layered the external walls with insulating moss and enchanted the windows. Her back was to him for the moment and he let his head drop to stare at his lower set of hands.

They were blistered and rubbed raw already. They trembled minutely, unable to keep steady. For a moment he considered whether it was the heat or his empty stomach or the pain, or some combination of all of the above, but then he clenched his hands into fists and set back to work.

There were still many hours left of sunlight, after all.

“Here.”

Auxentius yanked his head over his shoulder. Fire lanced up his neck, following a trail along the strained tendon there, but still, he tilted his head in confusion slightly.

“Fleck.” Persica huffed her impatience and rattled the glass. The ice inside clinked and the condensation dripped from her fingers to the soil. He followed it with his eyes before jerking his attention back to her eyes.

“Oh.” He reached out for it. “Thanks.”

She pulled it back out of reach. A pang of frustration pricked his eyes. “Come inside. I made sandwiches too.”

“Oh,” he repeated, feeling even dumber than he usually did around Persica.

She nodded and turned to lead him back inside. For a moment Auxentius hesitated and glanced around for a good place to leave the gardening tool. He was struck by the progress he’d made — only to be struck harder by the fact there was still so much more to go. The garden seemed to extend miles out in either direction. He knew surely it couldn’t, but it surely felt it. Caving, he left the hoe where he stood and followed her inside.

Her home felt like walking into a freezer. After the bitter heat outside, the bitter cold inside had him tensing up immediately. His jaw ached as he clenched it, unable to relax the muscles there, and an immediate headache formed at his temples and squeezed.

“Take a seat. You still eat turkey right?”

Wordlessly, Auxentius wrapped his tail around the legs of the stool and hid a grimace as the stiffness of his tail kept him from getting a good grip. After a second, he braced his lower arms on the table and offered something like a smile at her back.

“I- do. Yes. Turkey is good. I’m surprised you remembered. I didn’t think you cared for it—”

“I don’t,” she cut him off as she placed his plate before him. “Arms off the table. Scamp likes turkey. That's all.”

At least they had Scamp in common. Auxentius obligingly removed his arms from the table and pulled the glass closer to him. He held it tightly and stared at the contents.

“Lemonade?” he asked. He didn’t look up at her but briefly.

“When have you ever known me to come near anything lemon?”

“Scamp likes lemonade.”

This time he did meet her gaze. Steadily. He stuck his tongue into the liquid before she finally broke away to look out the window overlooking the garden. “You’re only halfway through,” she noted.

The sour taste of the drink suddenly became even more sour. He set it back down on the table. His grip tightened further. The liquid inside rippled with his tremoring hands. He wondered if he would shatter the glass, but then again she’d probably enchanted her glassware not to break long ago.

“How is Scamp?” Auxentius asked her before she could continue on about how she should have known he wouldn’t be able to finish, that she could have gotten someone more competent. With a faint tremor in his fingers and an unmistakable shaking in his bicep, he raised the drink back to his mouth and took a sip.

Persica glared, but there wasn’t much heat behind it. “They’re adjusting. Again.”

“And the wound?”

“Stitched. In all regards.”

Her answers became short and clipped. As Auxentius opened his mouth to ask another question, she bite heartily into her sandwich. That was as sound a dismissal of the conversation as any. He turned his attention to his own plate.

A rolling ball of bile settled uneasily in his stomach. He picked apart the edges of the sandwich between sips of lemonade. He’d eat once he got home for the night. At this point he was fairly certain even if he could bring the sandwich to his mouth without losing the innards, the nausea would only get worse.

At least the drink had a tartness to it that woke up the sleepiest, fatigued parts of his mind, the ones that had slipped under the haze of monotonous work.

At sundown, he still hadn’t finished, but he was nearly there. His breathing had long since passed anything he could pretend was normal and veered right into ragged, strained territory. Every muscle in his body screamed displeasure and shook with the exertion he’d forced himself through. With a frustrated hiss, he only just barely kept from slamming the tool against the side of Persica’s house.

“Will you come tomorrow?” she asked before he could turn to leave.

Auxentius panted and shook his head. “I want to talk to Scamp tomorrow.”

“They’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Fine. Sure. I assume there’s more to be done than the garden.”

“Always.”

Turning his back to her, he shook his head again and waved a hand over his shoulder. Both sets of arms burned. The muscles in his back felt ready to split apart from his spine.

“And thanks.”

He stopped short. With a sigh he turned back to face her. “Always,” he returned the refrain, and she rewarded him with a slight smile.

Auxentius couldn’t sleep. He whimpered and tried to massage the cramps in his back and tail and arms but he couldn’t reach each of the hard knots of tense muscle. Burrowing his face in his pillow he bit down harshly on it as the pain spiked. Muscles further tightening impossibly, he arched and groaned, his skeleton little more than a plaything for the cramps. Slowly, inch by inch, he dragged himself toward the pill bottle he’d left on the counter.

Panting through tightly clenched teeth, he grabbed the edge of the countertop with one left hand, the edge of the sink with his upper right, and pushed off the floor with his other hands. Semi upright now, he bore all his weight onto one arm and flailed his right hand over the counter. His fingers brushed the cap, then the sides of the bottle, and then he knocked it over and rolled it off the edge. It fell to the ground and so did he, all air driven from his lungs as he sobbed breathlessly.

He fumbled with the container of pills. His hands couldn’t grip the lid properly. In his shaking grasp, the pills inside rattled against each other and taunted him.

So close. So far. He gave up for the moment with his back pressed against the cabinet and his tail twitching and jerking without his conscious input.

After a second to catch his breath, Auxentius resumed his efforts. His hands slipped over the edge of the cap again and again. The raw flesh of his palms, blistered from working with the hoe, stung as the plastic dug into it.

He was so damned useless he couldn’t even do this right. His lower hands continued to work the bottle as he pressed one hand into his eye sockets, as if he could crush his headache through his skull.

His determination upon waking had been right. Today was a bad day.

#whumptober2022 #no.7 #shaking hands #oc #fic #food issues #emeto warning #nausea #charlie horses #overworked #self esteem issues #VS Auxentius Fleck #VS Persica #non human whumpee #local idiot doesn't know how to set boundaries

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peachyyaourt · 8 months

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#my losers #they're very stupid #their names are #Persica and Datura #blorbo #original comic #ocs #original character #oc stuff #oc art

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groovygladiatorsheep · 1 year

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MASTERPOST PART 1

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ship children UTMV -

• Kaleido Omni x Pj - Not Available

• Persica Økse x Paperjam

• Cerf Farmer x Fresh - Taken

• Mukuro Geno x Reaper - Taken

• Parthenope Geno x Reaper

• Coble Cross x Reaper - Taken

• Amanita Fresh x Reaper - Taken

• Koha Ccino x Killer - Taken

• Moni Color child - Taken

• Magori Lust x Dream - Taken

• Aloe Horror x Farmer - Taken

• Narcissus Color x Dust - Taken

• Violan Farmer x Lust - Taken

• Kino Fell x Horror x Chess - Taken

• Cherry Fell x Classic - Taken

• Yannick Fell x Fresh

• Sicilia Oath Fell x Mafia - 11 - Taken

• Mel Xahji x Lux

• Musou Ink x Broomie - Taken

• Lunatic Killer x Nightmare - Taken

• Iris Color x Killer - Taken

• Dandron Candy x Horror - Taken

• Mirai Error x Ink - Taken

• Enoki Science x Error

• Esperance Error x Dream

• East Outer x Dream

• Espoir Geno x Nightmare

• Mystik Blueberry x Nightmare - Taken

• Spark Lust x Nightmare - Taken

• Camara Dust x Blueberry - 17 - Taken

• Crosscut Cross x Classic - Taken

• Cruz Cross x Blueberry - Taken

• Koru Dust x Classic - Taken

• Dahla Cross x Nightmare - Taken

• Creon Dust x Epic - Taken

• Wisteria Epic x Nightmare - Taken

• Alueon Error x Killer - Taken

• Miel Outer x Nightmare - Taken

• Myrtille Bird x Blueberry - Taken

• Tsuny Bird x Ocean - Taken

• Lunula Dust x Nightmare - Taken

• Helia Dust x Dream - Taken

• Ophrys Shattered x Cross - Taken

• Tapioca Ccino x Horror

• Cinnamon Ccino x Sci

• Myo Ccino x Geno - Taken

• Saudre Flowerfell x Ccino - Taken

• Martini Ccino x Mafia - Taken

• Holli Ccino x Dance

• Magnolia Ccino x Nightmare - Taken

• Hecate Ccino x Reaper - Taken

• Gaufre Ccino x Candy

• Ethereal and Victoire Cross x Error - Taken

• Pearl Dream x Blueberry - Taken

• Elk Error404 x Bill - 11 - Taken

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ canon ships -

• with my own kiddos -

Moni x Koha

Martini x Magori

• with other people ocs -

- Romantic relationships -

Cerf x Trouble(FellMafia by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Nee-Chun x Tsuny x Bl@ckB#rrory(BluebError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Coble x HeartFelt(LustMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Amanita x Morel x Codavre(FatalError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Aloe x Pokeberry(NightBerry by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Narcissus x Prank(FreshEpic by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Violan x Omertà(MafiaFell by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Kino x Pitiful(NightKillerCross by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Cherry x Parasomnia(CrossMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Musou x Shooter(KillerMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Lunatic x Ibis(ErrorInk by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Iris x Mistyk x Ube(CrossEpic by @/asher-pink )

Dandron x Scarlet(AfterDeath by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Mirai x Gift(CcinoMare @/oatsyterandco )

Spark x Crucifixion(CrossGeno by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Camara x Cacao(FarmLust by @/anonskeleton )

Crosscut x Fropio(FellBerry by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Cruz x Hummingbird(FlowerBird by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Koru x Prohibitive(ErrorDream by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Dahla x Catastrophe(ErrorReaper by @/oatsyterandco )

Creon x Tetris(FreshError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Wisteria x Meri(CcinoDance) x Eri(FreshSci) x Corvid(PhoebeOmen all by @/oatsyterandco )

Alueon x Hallowji(CrossMare by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Miel x Design(ErrorInk by @/oatsyterandco )

Myrtille x Fulminology(CcinoSci by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Lunula x Gatotchi(SciCcino by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Helia x Nilla(GSugar by @/oatsyterandco )

Ophrys x Theos(??? by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Alores x Bobaze(CcinoCandy by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Myo x Yunamo(Dream+Nightmare fusion by @/oatsyterandco )

Saudre x Heaven(AfterDeath by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Magnolia x ButterMilk(GSugar by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Hecate x Adonis(KillerMare by @/oatsyterandco )

Ethereal x Memory(DustDream by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Pearl x Zelda(LinkEros by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

Elk x Tragedy(KillerError by @/jayssillycreativitybox )

#Masterpost

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tritonposting · 1 year

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I made some Battlebots OCs; the first one is called Ptera (part of the scientific name for bats) and the second is called Persica (part of the name of a tree whose sticks can be used as toothbrushes, I swear there’s a theme here), they make up a multibot called The Fang Club, Ptera is a horizontal spinner and Persica is a lifter bot

They are siblings and their vibe is the “lookit it’s frickin bats I love Halloween” vine

#battlebots #robot combat #ocs

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one-starry-knight · 1 year

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I love giving my ocs hobbies and favorite things that don't have any major impact on their story, I think Solana likes to cook and bake and he's really good at it, Primrose loves sweets and is notorious for sneaking off with some of what Solana bakes, Auratum loves flowers and likes making little flower arrangements for Wisteria and in return she brings him books full of pressed flowers from her travels, Narcissus collects unique chess sets not because he likes chess but because he's enamored by the craft of the pieces-- in fact despite being the foremost strategist of the Royal Knights he's rather bad at chess, Persica's singing voice is a little harsh on the ears but she's so passionate about it that skill no longer matters, Dianthus has an eye for intricate detail and his memorization is phenomenal so he likes to take complex mechanisms apart and reassemble them and often the things he does this to end up in better shape than they started

#etc etc etc

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knight5tar · 1 year

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For the OC ask game: 9, 15, 36 for Milton; 5, 18, 26, 38 for Elliot; 2 and 42 for all three boys!

Hehehe thank you for the asks, Toothy. I've organized the answers by character.

Elliot:

2. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Answered this on the last post ^^

5. Do they have any nicknames or pet names or other aliases?

His family and loved ones call him Ellie. He’s way too used to it to be annoyed anymore.

18. Describe your character through a Brooklyn 99 gif or line.

In reference to Lucy and his adoptive son, Davey, later on down the road.

26. Are they an animal person? Do they have pets?

Elliot loves pretty much all animals, but cats are his favorite. He has a Norwegian Forest Cat named Prunus Persica, or Persi for short. He loves to take her on hikes with him.

38. How does your character unwind after a long day?

After long, hot days in the orchards, Ellie can be found curled up in his schoolie with Persi and his ”””””best friend””””” Lucy (who belongs to @neonnovaa), watching the Prequel Trilogy. Ever since Lucy returned to Creekwater, Elliot’s been enjoying her cooking. His dinners are pretty consistently covered >:’D

42. Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

Elliot HATES his birthday. He was born on Christmas, so it was always overshadowed by the holiday. (Even if his birthday wasn’t on Christmas, he would hate it. His mother, Donna, soured his view of Christianity with her abuse and rather convenient interpretation of scripture.)

All that said, he’d still be hurt if anyone he loved managed to forget his birthday, despite the big deal he makes about not caring about it. Good thing Lucy, Michael and Milton give him birthday gifts apart from his Christmas ones.

Milton:

2. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Milton is a coffee addict. A holdover from overworking himself for Molothrus Computing and later on his and Della’s (who belongs to @neonnovaa) PC company, Honeybee Computing, I’m sure. Or maybe it started in college to fuel his late-night script studies?

9. What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

Ever since Honeybee went public, Della and Milton have had to navigate the board of investors, or the “money-hungry pigs”, as he puts it. Milton’s ideas are sometimes brilliant, often esoteric and unprofitable. Lucky Della, who had gone from fellow engineer to CEO, has the privilege of negotiating peace between her husband and the board. Just the mention of money can set him into a squabble with her, these days. ;w;

Injustice of any kind also lights his fuse.

15. What is the first thing people notice about them?

Probably his fashion sense or his wild hair.

36. Tell us something about your OC that doesn't make it onto the page?

Considering there isn’t really a “page” to make it onto, it's a little hard to say. Uhhh he got roped into joining a hippie commune for a short time after graduating high school and meeting his brother Matthias. Those days are something he doesn’t really talk about with anyone.

42. Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

Of course he does, specifically because it falls on his favorite holiday: Valentine’s day! (I love the holiday birthday trope and I will not apologize for it! ^^)

Man has really made “Love” his whole identity. It’s kind of funny because he wasn’t really a Love in the first place, but a Sinclair.

Michael:

2. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Coffee. Black. Sugar. Every morning with donuts or danishes while he does paperwork.

42. Does your character celebrate their birthday? If not, why?

Michael doesn’t really like making a fuss about his birthday. That kind of stuff is mostly for kids and Elliot, anyways. A simple dinner or small gift would suit him just fine.

#creekwater #creekwater🍑#ask game

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simple-persica · 8 months

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Some state siblings I haven’t drawn together a lot. I like the they

#hetalia #statetalia #aph Maine #aph washington #aph nevada #aph new mexico #aph florida #aph alabama #persica's ocs

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queen-of-stoneharts · 2 years

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What can i say, nostalgy kicked in (like again), so i brought back some old almost forgotten OCs what i made for my Alice Human Sacrifice version. I even have a fan continuation. She' s my "First Alice", Aileen McNamara❤️

For this concept, i added three types of flowers as symbols

Upper corners: Vervain, mean 'pray for me', 'protection against evil'

At the edge of the frame: Gladiolus, mean 'strenght of character' or 'conviction'

The blue ones: Veronica persica/speedwell, mean 'loyalty' & 'protection'.

And the text is from the song's lyrics about her fate.

The next character is still in progress

#OC #alice human sacrifice #hitobashira alice #fan continuity #Aileen McNamara #first alice #watercolor painting #watercolor practice #traditional art

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47015741 · 1 year

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Peach blossoms (Prunus persica), Sunnyvale Caltrain station, Sunnyvale, California [4032 × 2268] [OC]

#reddit

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xenocg · 1 year

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My pinkest OC Persica!

#xeno posts #xeno art #xeno & friends #artists on tumblr #original character #original art #oc #oc art #oc reference #ref sheet #not for sale #pink #hot pink #yes her and holaura are girlfriends theyre amazing

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 1 year

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Fun Things About The "A Sacred Place" OC (Ruth Hartley) (With some not so fun things thrown in)

For @mrwrestlingkevinsteen and anyone else who is curious.

Ruth Arlette Hartley

Her middle/saint name was chosen after St Charles, a holy man who fought to reform the church and weed out false Christians.

Her first name means “Friend” and she is named after the Biblical Ruth whose story is about found family (go figure)

In case anyone was curious, the next two books in the bible after Ruth are the Books of Samuel (I and II).

Ruth has spent more time than she ever wanted to studying scripture and its meanings... something she will sometimes use to her advantage against others.

Despite this, she’s thinks that God is a shitty ruler of the universe and a crappy Father.

She’s the only child of a Cardinal whose mother died in childbirth

She’s certain her father blames that on her. He certainly acts like he does

She has a very strong bloodline in the church and comes from money

She hates all of that and the reason she is becoming a knight is, in part, to defy her forced legacy

Ruth has had so damn many suitors shoved on her in her lifetime

She only ever liked one of them

Unfortunately, he was asexual and wasn’t interested

It worked out for her though because she considers herself to also be asexual.

She is very wrong about that, but she doesn’t realize it because she’s never gotten close enough to anyone for the demisexuality to kick in.

She is absolutely GARBAGE at computers

But she is a MASTER at firearms

These two are connected.

She once had a nanny who treated her with kindness

That nanny got fired for being TOO kind

This is another reason she hates her father

She cleans/inspects/maintains her guns as a form of stress relief

When that doesn’t work, she’s at the firing range

She sleeps with a gun in her nightstand drawer

The furniture in her cabin was there when she arrived. It’s NOT standard issue and was paid for out of campus funds by the Mother Magnus who felt that someone as important as her should live according to her status.

Ruth hates this as well

Ruth’s supervisor is William Regal

Ruth doesn’t hate him

She does, however, think it strange that, for being the director of her department, he insists on being extremely hands on, including frequently running the front desk at the Enforcers’ Lodge.

Ruth works almost exclusively on-call (the Mother Magnus insists)

She doesn’t hate this, but does feel guilty about it

Ruth enjoys violence but finds hating people directly takes too much effort

She makes an exception for her father

Ruth has never been kissed

She’s pretty sure she’s not missing out on anything

She does, however, wish she had friends.

[gestures to the entire book] She gets her wish

Before she got to Great Matriarch, she trained at a Basilica on the west coast with the Templar Guard

They taught her how to fight and shoot like a pro.

She is very strong

She’s also somewhat tall for a woman (5’9”)

Her hair is long, naturally straight, and blonde

She would much rather have short hair but with her status and upbringing she’s expected to keep it long

It’s one of the few concessions she makes

However, she learned long before how to braid it herself and keeps it perpetually braided and pinned up.

She even sleeps with it braided (but down)

She re-braids it when she wakes up though (after her shower)

Very few people have any idea how long her hair actually is

Spoiler: It’s much longer than it looks.

The first time Kevin sees her with her hair loose, he’s more than a little surprised.

Most of the time when her hair isn’t braided, it’s very wavy due to always being braided

Ruth's hometown, Stonewall, Persicas, is where Atlanta, Georgia is in our world.

When she was in her late teens, her father was put in charge of the North-Central diocesan region

“Home” is now in the vicinity of Winnipeg.

It’s not much of a home.

Ruth loves to dance

One of the few reasons she tolerated the extravagant Easter Vigil Balls that she attended is because it gave her an excuse to do so

She can’t sing for crap though

Not that she doesn’t have a nice voice, she just can’t hold a pitch

Sami thinks she has potential though

Ruth wants to change the world

She hates the way that the church is oppressive and works off fear and persecution

She isn’t quite sure how she’s going to shove the world into a kinder formation

Her current idea is violence. She figures that’s the best way to approach it

Ruth Hartley has no idea how wrong she is

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