I thought about elves and the amount of fel corruption visible in the eyes, so I made a dumb chart. idk if anyone cares buuuuut
1. generic High elf (loser)
2. I imagine that fel is VERY potent stuff so even a tiny amount would leave trace amounts, however it would wear off eventually. (I could see players even having a little bit when they run around outland or fighting demons, or making out with a warlock. it would go away in a day)
3. Now this is tricky as the elf would have to be around fel consistently enough to scar, but still so small to barely do anything. Possibly what a child would have (inherited from a parent) or someone that hung around the outskirts of Silvermoon?
4. Someone who never used fel but was surrounded by it. Prolly farstriders or poorer civilians.
5. Average belf who chased an average amount of the green dragon. They would start to show some amounts of sickly baggy eyes, or a tint to the skin.
6. Active fel casters, scars would begin to show and they might even have a darker glow on the whole body.
i just love the concept of stiles not being aware of his own attractiveness like
doesn’t notice immediately how his body has filled out in all the right places when he finally hits the big 18
doesn’t notice derek almost dropping several plates while they do the dishes at a pack meeting and stiles stretching lazily, arms high up in the air, shirt riding up, exposing his happy trail and sharp hipbones
doesn’t notice derek almost having an aneurism when stiles licks ice cream straight off those god damn fingers on a hot summer day
doesn’t notice the wood of the headboard of derek’s bed splintering under his palm when stiles bends over and down to pick up a college book that he dropped off the bed while doing homework at derek’s loft
doesn’t notice the ridiculous pink colour of the tips of derek’s ears when stiles shucks his shirt full of grime and blood in front of him after getting rid of the monster of the week
he does notice derek getting pissier and more irritated with him, avoiding him a little, clipped off answers and avoiding eye contact, bitching at him even more than usual and stiles just yells right back, “what the fuck is your problem lately, dude?!”, slightly hurt; he thought they were past this, and derek can smell doubt and slight fear on him, and that’s the fucking final straw and derek just backs him up against the door of stiles’ room, grabbing stiles’ face in both of his huge palms, snarling “you, youandyour god damn– everything! your stupid forearms -and don’t even get me started on those stupid fingers- and your dumb pretty brown eyes and that god damn mouth of yours and y–”, he doesn’t get much further than that though, too busy being mauled by said mouth.
Get your HEAD out of YOUR ASSES! Natsu didn’t friendzone her, he said he’ll forever be with her! That’s a confession right there!! They’re canon, but you just don’t want to accept that they didn’t get a kiss!!
“Neat where others were sloppy, organized where they were confused, sure of himself while they floundered, he cut a swath through England’s murderers that left the police far behind. Unimpressed by titles, unfazed by difficulties, untiring in his labours, Hercule Poirot stood as a bulwark protecting English society from legions of lady poisoners, gentlemen stranglers, and murderers of all sorts and persuasions who, without his efforts, would have escaped justice. Though he occasionally berated himself for his few mistakes and miscalculations, he knew his own worth well enough. Spurning false modesty, he allowed as how he was ‘the greatest mind in Europe.’”
- ‘Hercule Poirot, The Man and the Myth’ by Jerry Keucher, from The Bedside, Bathtub & Armchair Companion to Agatha Christie by Dick Riley and Pam McAllister