felt character

the basics ––– –

  • NAME: Castorien Silverwing
  • AKA:  Cas
  • AGE:  Centuries; human equivalent of late-thirties (everyone has their own idea for elf ages and it’s awkward when there’s discrepancies so I just default to a human comparison for ease)
  • BIRTHDAY:  November 22  ASTROLOGY SIGN:  Sagittarius
  • RACE:  Sin’dorei
  • GENDER:  Male
  • SEXUALITY:  Bisexual
  • MARITAL STATUS:  Engaged

physical appearance ––– –

  • HAIR:  Very long, straight, usually tied up in a high ponytail  COLOUR:  Black
  • EYES:  Fel green
  • HEIGHT:  6′6″
  • BUILD:  Tall, athletic
  • DISTINGUISHING MARKS:  Torn and scarred left ear, claw marks across his torso, large winged tattoo on back
  • COMMON ACCESSORIES:  Bow and quiver, hunting knife, often accompanied by some manner of bird

personal ––– –

  • PROFESSION: Ranger, Former Farstrider, Former military
  • HOBBIES:  Leatherworking, woodcarving, collecting feathers
  • LANGUAGES:  Thalassian, Orcish, Zandali (crude)
  • RESIDENCE:  Eversong Woods
  • BIRTHPLACE:  Suncrown Village, Quel’thalas
  • RELIGION:  None
  • FEARS:  Losing those he loves, being underground, being restrained, Death Knights

relationships ––– -

  • SPOUSE: Betrothed to Eruaias Sunsinger
  • CHILDREN: None, unless you count his birds and animals (they are definitely his babies)
  • PARENTS:  Deceased (Niriel and Korvius)
  • SIBLINGS:  None
  • OTHER RELATIVES:  Mael’nathar Skybinder, his cousin

“I wrote her the message while I was lying in my bed. It said: ‘I don’t want to go too fast, but will you be my girlfriend?’ After I hit ‘send,’ I was so nervous that I laid the phone down next to me. I couldn’t even look at the screen. My nose was sweating. After two minutes, I saw it vibrate. I picked it up, and it said: ‘Yes!’ I felt so good. It felt like killing five characters at one time in League of Legends. These last five days have been magic. I feel so happy and nervous at the same time. This is my first girlfriend so I don’t even know what to do. I don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know how to sit.”

(Buenos Aires, Argentina)

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the script of this comic is not mine, but actually from the EVER so talented @franklyfilthyfantasies who captures both characters i n c r e d i b l y !! PLEASE go read their wonderful story behind this comic starting with part 1 here and part 2 here  !! ♡♡ Thank u again @franklyfilthyfantasies this was the bEST

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You can hate the Disney sequels all you like

But I will defend the sequel characters with my life.

A SUMMARY OF CRITICAL ROLE EPISODE 85:

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i’ll never be your mother’s favourite

Request: “Love your writing!! Can you write a Shawn imagine about him being nervous about meeting your family for the first time and he ends up feeling sick the whole way there but you tell him to just relax and it’s just nerves but once you get there later that night he just continues to feel worse and worse and ends up falling really ill and you feel bad for him and take care of him?? And maybe he’s embarrassed about being sick at your parents house??“

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader/female character
Rating: General audience
Words: 1353

John Mayer is playing softly on the radio as they speed past the trees on the side of the highway. Shawn buttons and unbuttons the top button of his shirt in the side view mirror for what feels like the hundredth time. They’re getting closer to her parents’ house and he can feel his stomach turn at the thought of standing in front of them for the first time. He looks hesitantly at the tie in his clammy palms every few seconds.

“Do I have to wear the tie?” he groans. “I feel like I’m already in danger of asphyxiation with this shirt collar.” 

“If I have to wear this dress, you have to wear that tie,” she says, eyeing the piece of silk in his lap. “Besides, it was your idea.” She receives nothing but a pitiful expression in response. “Fine,” she gives in. “But you’re helping me out of this damn thing when we get back home.” She rolls her eyes when she sees the smug smile on his face. “Not like that! This dress is tight as hell and I’m going to need help taking it off.”

“Oh, so no sex?” Shawn smirks at her. She smiles and shakes her head as she puts on the blinker and turns onto a smaller road. 

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