#her braids are so beautiful

[sakuramisthaven]

cute photo and lore dump!

This hollow woods update is making me think of Sakura's background. I always thought of her as Hispanic and Native American, [because that's what I am] Unspecified tribe though, I never thought of it[so many options]. I'm thinking about making her Native Jorvenian! Especially because she lives in Jorvik full-time as a stable hand. I want her to have a connection to the druids, without fully being one. And I think being a native of the land, also her home being somewhat close to Starshine Ranch fits well.

I love my horse girl oc, so im happy i get to flesh her out further. Also is Jorvenian even the right word. idk, please feel free to correct me and poke me about the lore

#her braids are so beautiful #i just bought them and i was thinking #thats literally the style i have in my box braids right now! #Im part of the taino tribe. and my hair is thick and coily because I am also black so I just put them in braids today and I almost cried #its cool i get to match my ingame self #sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #horse game #sso oc #mo horses around #sso edit #native american #taino tribe #taino

[my-world-my-stories]

Experimenting with Yautja hairstyles with Sam'wa. Featuring her human bestie Jully as well.

When you have such long and luscious 'hair', you gotta learn how to have fun styling it. Sam couldn't leave her bestie out since a perk of human hair is how versatile it can be with hairstyles. It's their favorite bonding activity.

#my art #my ocs #oc #original character #human oc #yautja oc #yautja #predator series #the predator #yautjaverse #hairstyle #practice #fun doodles #predator franchise #Jully #Sam #braids #personal favorite is Sam'wa with the skulls and golden chains because it looks so fancy and beautiful #it's an hairstyle for special occasions #for Jully is either the blue gems or the fish braid with the fish bones #and yes it was her idea and it slays

[deldeldel90]

THIS MAY BE A STRECH BUT.

#cursed princess club #cpc spoilers #cpc leelathae #cpc gwen #also Leelathae looks beautiful in this <33 #he even put her in a braid #ALSO: doesnt leland cover her in another view of this dress?? #HES SO WEIRD.

[sovamurka]

heh, I think that there is an au forming in my head, roaring 20s timebomb au, to be exact...

#yes. I'm looking at jinx's crime city skin again! #people may call it the most basic of her skins but in my opinion it's one of the most beautiful and creative ones #just... the flapper dress. the trinkets. the scarf (that replaces her braids). the charleston. the champagne bottle. THE VIOLIN CASE. #damn. I wish we could see ekko in the crime city setting. they would definitely have some kind of a secret affair. #“oh. hello darlin'. nice to see ya still kicking after our little rendezvous. huh. thought I shot you” - “yeah. right through the heart!” #and because they talk like THAT no one knows whether they really fought with guns and pucnhes #or just jumped each other's bones so hard they need a break to recover #it's both. we know it's both. #timebomb #ekkojinx #arcane

[softquietsteadylove]

Can you write a story which thena and gil a childhood best friend but one day gil got kidnapped and everyone assume his dead but not thena her family even sent her to a mental institution to make her better, Year after year past she still can't accept gil is gone, then one day Gil appear in front of her out of nowhere and was like "Sorry to keep you waiting"

"Hi, I'm Gil."

She could always remember him being like that--so warm and open and inviting. She had met him as just a little boy, her age, maybe a year older. And when kids are young like that, one year can be a huge difference to overcome, but young Gil had come right up to her, a gap between his front teeth and the biggest smile she had ever seen.

"Wanna be friends?"

The would become the very best of friends. Always together, always doing something, or nothing, so long as they didn't have to be apart for it. He would play anything with her, even if it was a game 'for girls', or 'babies', like her brother would say it was. Gil would collect butterflies with her, or help her learn to braid hair, or set up elaborate tea parties. They did everything together.

Even as they got older, and even as they gained other friends, nothing came between them. Ikaris still always insisted it was dumb that Gil liked playing with his baby sister more than him, but neither of them cared. And Sersi and Makkari never minded Gil playing with them.

Not even starting school divided them. They weren't exactly in the same class, but recess and lunch were their little moments of reprieve. Gil would share the snacks and lunch he got as a growing boy, and Thena would happily trade away the parts of her lunch she didn't like but knew Gil enjoyed. Everything else could wait, whether it was school, or their own circles of friends.

They were barely 11 years old when Gil went missing.

"Hi sweetie," she could remember a police officer kneeling down in front of her. "Do you remember the last time you saw your friend?"

"Lunch," she had answered, feeling completely numb. She had already assumed something was wrong when Gil was nowhere to be found when it was time to walk home together. "We always have lunch together."

"And do you always walk home the same way?"

There were plenty of questions like that. Thena could remember Gil's family and hers mulling around their home, police officers walking in and out all evening. Gil was missing--just vanished in the few minutes no one from the school had eyes on him and before she rounded the corner from her classroom at the back of the building to join him.

If she had been with him just a minute earlier, it could have saved him.

Everyone told her not to think that way, of course. She was put in counselling, but her determination that Gil was still out there somewhere was 'something to keep an eye on'. The word 'obsessed' was tossed around plenty as well, but Thena had more important things to worry about: Gil.

Makkari and Sersi were worried too, but their support exceeded their concerns. They supported her when she said she wanted to go into criminal psychology. They supported her obsession with true crime and morbid and macabre curiosities. Even if they were worried, they understood why she was possessed by the idea of understanding what would make a person do something like that. And more importantly, learning about what would happen during, and then after the abduction.

For all those calling it a sick obsession, it served her well. It drove her like nothing else. She excelled, advanced quickly and aggressively in all she did. Who cared what the reason was? At least she was doing something, unlike everyone who had inevitably given up on him.

The officers who had hounded her with questions?--gone. The judge who deemed the case cold?--nothing. Her own family--Gil's own family! Ikaris believed it too, but every time he tried to tell her to give up for her own well being they just got into a huge, violent fight over it. So he stopped trying to convince her.

Once she had enough knowledge to begin her own investigation, then it was a bridge too far. The worry could no longer wait, and everyone decided that she needed help. Sersi and Makkari pleaded her case, but her parents deemed her mentally unfit. Even Ikaris stood by as she was hauled away into the back of a van, kicking and screaming for all of the neighbours to whisper about.

Let them watch, she figured. It was a good opportunity for her to remind them that they had failed an 11 year old boy because of their blind eyes.

"Go on."

Thena lifts her eyes and then looks back down at her lap. They ask her this every year, around the time Gil disappeared. There are plenty of other routine appointments through the year, but they only bring up Gil and her past at this certain time.

If she just admits that there's no way he's still alive, and that her obsession is a coping mechanism, then she gets to go home.

"He's alive," she claims outright, nailing another stake in her coffin. Her eyes are clear as she looks at the psychiatrist who then scribbles something in her notes. Thena narrows her eyes at her, "I know he is."

"Tell me more about Gil," the psych asks of her, switching tactics instead of locking horns with her. Not that it gets anyone anywhere.

Thena sighs. She has nothing better to do, staring out the window of the office and at the leaves changing. "Gil was...the best."

"Gil was sweet. He was sweet in a way boys usually aren't, especially so young. But he liked playing quiet games or drawing or playing house more than he did roughhousing. Other kids called him names for it, of course, but he didn't care."

She smiles.

"We would play house, and he would braid my hair and wave me off to work," she laughs at the memory of how they thought the world worked back then. "I would come home and he would have a beautiful pretend meal set out for us. He would put on whatever music we could find and ask me to dance for our anniversary."

"That sounds very sweet."

Thena glares at the woman for interrupting her blissful trip down memory lane. But she continues. "Gil was always sweet. Even when we got older, started school, he never stopped spending time with me even though I was a girl, or I was younger than him. He would defend me from older children and I would defend him from just about anyone else."

"He wanted to be a chef," Thena says, and her throat tightens and she chokes on her air. Because he would have become such a brilliant chef, and he would have that smile he always had, and she doesn't even know what he looks like now.

"It sounds like you two loved each other very much."

Thena doesn't bother answering that. No one understands, anyway. Everyone likes to think of their friendship as this precious thing of the past, like they were such angelic things. Everyone acts as if her memories of Gil are all she has left of him.

"Thena," the therapist shifts in her seat as she tries to breach more dangerous territory. "I know how much you love Gil. Can you tell me how this time of year makes you feel?"

Not this bullshit. Thena resists the urge to roll her eyes, looking out the window again. The leaves are changing, and it makes her think of the leaf Gil saved for her the morning he disappeared. He gave it to her before school, claiming he'd never seen a leaf the colour of her hair before.

She still has it. It's one of her few possessions, pressed into an old and worn copy of Robert Frost work. She sighs, "Gil liked poetry."

The therapist resigns herself to being ignored.

"He liked making things rhyme, rudimentary literary devices, jokes and brain teasers," Thena smiles again, now just speaking aloud to herself. "I told him he could be a poet. He said it wouldn't pay well, and then how would we do things like pay mortgages and have two cars?"

"He really thought of everything."

He did. Gil was very forward thinking as a child. He always considered every possible angle of something, despite looking more like a kid who would act first and think later.

All the more reason to believe that he wouldn't have just wandered off with someone, or that he would have found a way to escape if he did get plucked off the street somehow.

"Thena-"

"I believe that's our time," she cuts the therapist off, standing and beginning to walk out the door on her own. She's been here long enough that they aren't quite as strict with her.

"Indeed," the psych stands as well, at least giving her the respect of sending her off properly. "I'll see you next week."

"Can't wait," Thena mutters as she heads for the common area. Sometimes she wonders if prison would be better than this place. At least prisoners are allowed to keep things in their cells.

It'll be winter soon, and she'll think about Gil, wonder if he has to endure winters in some terrible little cellar. Or maybe he did manage to get away, because he was always clever. Maybe he managed to find a new life for himself somewhere.

After a trauma like that, maybe his mentality was so affected he wouldn't be her Gil anymore anyway. A morbid thought, but she didn't study psychology for some delusion that he could be completely unaffected by it all.

She has been in this mental institution for years now, too. Her parents don't want anything to do with her, and she could be released if they weren't funnelling money in to keep her here. All they want is to hear that she's forgotten about Gil completely.

Well, it's never going to happen, so her parents can go to hell.

Thena arrives in the common area, devoid of anyone else this close to meal time. The food is awful anyway. She would rather starve and think about Gil's cookies he would make every winter.

She leans on the windowsill, looking out at the trees. "These woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep."

"And miles to go before I sleep."

She doesn't turn to look at who's joining her. She doesn't much care, and she doesn't recognise the voice, although it is familiar.

"And miles to go before I sleep."

It is familiar. It's soft, and gentle, deeper than she imagined it. Soft steps come closer to her.

"And be one traveller, long I stood," it continues until it's right behind her, "and looked down one as far I could."

"To where it bent in the undergrowth," Thena finishes and frowns. She knows why she knows this poem, and plenty of others from the same volume. But it's rare to find someone else who does.

"Your hair's so long, now."

She stares at the window as gentle hands run through her hair, mindful not to hurt her as they start to wind the locks together. Her throat tightens and she chokes on her air, "y-you still remember how to braid?"

He just chuckles, and it's when she hears the hint of his laughter that she realises this is real. She hasn't finally succumbed to this hell around her and lost it.

She turns. Her hair is half braided down her back, but Gilgamesh is standing there, still just a year older than her, but looking completely unlike he once did. But it's definitely Gil. "You're here."

"It's our anniversary," he smiles at her like when they were children, playing house in her backyard. He holds his hands out, "sorry to keep you waiting."

#Thenamesh AU #honey this is a beautiful prompt #and oh my god this is so sad #but a happy ending! #Little baby Gil and Thena tho? #Ikaris is like playing house is for girls and little babies! #little Gil is like well my wife is going to work while I clean the house all day! #he makes huge feasts for them and pretends to drink a beer from his big grownup coffee mug #I won't be touching on this a lot for obvious reasons #Gil got abducted and kept in a dank little cellar #he had a rug and a little mattress and got fed #he would braid the tassles of the rug and think of Thena #he cooperated slowly gaining trust until he was allowed upstairs #then to go out of the house sometimes #then more often #then alone #until eventually he managed to escape #by that time he was several states over and had no records of who he was with him #but he manged to get back and the first thing he did was ask Where's Thena? #he was furious but he went right there to see her #and now they can get married and have a mortgage and two cars so Thena can go to work and I'm emotional

[c-leric]

*banging pots & pans* your muse making shadowheart breakfast while she does her hair in the morning 🥺

#mobile / #headcanon that she gets all dirty & roughed up throughout the day but still puts makeup on & braids her hair because it makes her feel... #like she has an identity outside of shar. #she washes her face every night & day so that she never loses her impossible grace. her beauty simply Never Stops™️.

[greatprotector-if]

STOP. STOP THIS. THER;ES SNO WAY. OH MY GOF SHE LOOKS AMAZING PLEASE HER CLAWS????????? OH MY GOOSNDNES. GOODD DD LORD ANON YOUR ART IS SUCH A TREAT EVERY TIME. i’m like twirling my hair a little bit looking at this? what did you draw her so attraxtive for Hello.. SHE’S SOS BEAUTFIJKFLFJHRUHSJGFGKN  FJDJFJGG D victoryne my beloved.. victoryne .. . . .. . ..... 🤲🤲🤲 this is so fucked up how’d you singlehandedly get me falling in love with my own character. dude her eye looks so fucking good for i’m getting chills what... the way the colour pops out from the shadow..... WOOF. but in general i just really love the way u draw eyes and the white outline makes it look glowy AGHGHGHGH I LOVE. I’M SO IN LOVE. the rendering on her arm muscles... 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 &&& your lineart always looks so scrumptious!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HER ): MY GIRL )))):

#OHHHH YNGMHG FODOSOFI #not my art #also the 'pathetic' god so real #dude your rendition of her............................. #bro............ i can't....... #your victoryne? can step on me and grind me to dust under her heel #no offense #also her braid looks so gooooddod LOOKS SO GOOD. #i went fuck it no braid when i drew her because it was kicking me in the ass HELP BUT THIS #WONDERFUL. WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL. #literally sitting at my pc with my chin in my hands batting my eyelashes at the screen #giggling kicking my feet #anon i feel like i need to repay you somehow for real <///3 #how am i getting this shit for free #DO YOU WANT A VIRTUAL HIGH FIVE? #A VIRTUAL HANDSHAKE? #A VIRTUAL 90 DEGREE BOW? #MY FIRSTBORN CHILD? #A VIRTUAL FIST BUMP? #$5 OF MONOPOLY MONEY? #victoryne/valen/vail #IM SHITTING MYSELF #SHITTING BRICKS. #ok no i'm done now i promise #tgp fanart #FANAARRRRTT?????!?!?!? #broimd fjdksfn ajdhfskewhe !!! ! ! ! !M!??@??! ! ! !

[emptyfie1ds]

Have you considered

Milf prowl? ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Because I have one

AH HA! dead mom hair! i do indeed have a prowl for you among my wares. hmm… hmm… *rummaging around in suspiciously oversized coat* it is an older drawing, not precisely tailored, but maybe close. she is eugenesis prowl who in my most indulgent fantasies is released from high command hell to be a microbiologist with her friend the corrodia

#nova-blues #prowl #transformers #humanformers #maccadam #green #she’s in a better place so she at least gets a glass eye to replace what the microbes ate instead of leaving the damn hole like idw 😩 #but no pupil bc she’s paranoid about it going wall-eyed w/o her noticing and looking very silly. it’s a frosty blue glass orb #her fish eye #and her fishtail braid for her beautiful lovely aquatic motif #but pulled aside like dead mom hair because she died #for a little bit. #i think i looked at strep necrosis scars for reference but this is about a year old so i dunno what species

[oatbugs]

. anyway after writing the tags 4 this post i told my research partner i will no longer follow his dreams lmao. still helping w it but i need to engage in research that i find satisfying

#i think ive been waiting for something for a while and i will spend the next year waiting for it too #i thought i felt panic but i have decided to read it as anticipation. the thrill of rejection or of moving forward or the latter as #a result of the former. i left you with your backpack unattended in the cafe because on fridays i am done #putting my life on hold for another whim-without-a-warning #this cross country service is delayed by 26 minutes so i will grab a bucket and start shovelling the water away from the tracks #everyone is moving on in some different way and im sorry if you think im mean for telling you getting so drunk will disable you from #recording your brainwaves effectively but it seems like you think i owe you an awful lot. one year ago in four days my friend got me hegel's #science of logic for my birthday and i thanked him for proving to me the existence of things this is what i do he said #and then he will spend the rest of his life breathing philosophy and i dont want to spend the rest of my life #breathing someone elses dreams i wait for the moment of realisation. this is now a 30 minute delay. i was supposed to worship beautiful #things and that is what i will do. i think i have a best friend and i know i have a lover and i know to #restrict my love the way you have. im sorry. i hope you understand when i tell you. i am now sitting on the floor in the luggage section of #this incredibly busy train and i saw a photo of her with her boyfriend and her hair in braids smiling like a fool this is the #except a week ago you told me you almost took too much this time to live. you are a beautiful girl with a beautiful soul and you know you #have already changed the world and it somehow was not enough. now you are smiling without any makeup on next to him #and yesterday you cried in an airport in the states when you were too full of love. this is the most extraordinary human being i have met. #tomorrow he heads off to princeton while his best friend heads to harvard. he goes there to make the world a better place. he is the most #extraordinary person i have ever met. the issue with human beings is that we are incredibly good at almost dying and keeping going. #you try to kill yourself and publish a paper and give a talk. you negotiate the seperation between your own parents and submit another #phd application. i am surrounded by extraordinary people with extraordinary minds and incredibly broken happy hearts. #i only see you smile when you talk about robotics. i still dont know how manifolds work and i love the concept anyway. i dont know. #i do know that i refuse to live unsatisfied. #you can keep drinking. im going to drink this reality up #i think i was a horrible person and i refuse to engage with that mentality again no matter what it takes.

[neverendingford]

hardwood comb project

I forgor to buy a lighter colored wood for the spine/core so I can't keep working on it tonight cause all I've got is the walnut.

#woodworking #alt text #Ford's art #I made a bamboo comb in high school and I've always wanted to make another comb but better #and I don't need a really broad toothed comb cause my hair is straight and not massively thick #but my gf has very thick curly hair and so I think this would be very cool and also useful #she lets me braid it when she comes over so it stays out of the way when we kiss and it's very gorgeous and beautiful #anyway apparently my being aroace is canceled because damn she's very cool and I'm feeling sappy again #(don't get into ace exclusionist discourse on my diy comb post aroace is valid so stay off my lawn please) #I'm debating whether to stain the wood I think I will but I definitely need to test a patch of scrap first because #because I'm not very familiar with staining hardwood #feels like every art project I do is always just “uh oh I've never done this before I hope it works out okay” #but ugh I have a vision in my head of how I want it to be when finished and I hope to dog I can make it close #I don't add text id to other people's posts but since I have the option here I kind of feel like it's responsible posting to add descriptio #I will update as I continue the project if I remember to. #plus hair has always been an important part of my gender recognition (and is for a lot of trans women in general) #so making and giving something that supports that aspect of her feels really meaningful yaknow?

[aloeverified]

i love blasian sakura designs, so i think an interesting thought would be her civillian mom owning a hair dressing shop or some equivalent type of store. so growing up sakura was always given a perception of beauty that doesn't quite fit her by her mother and watched as her father, who she looked more alike to, agreed. i also think this would give her even more depth when it comes to the symbolism with her hair, especially if she takes up a natural hairstyle after cutting it in the forest.

#i love designs of her w protective hairstyles and i also feel like they suit her character since they're low maintenence #but also very pretty so it goes to show how sakura can still be beautiful and feminine even when she's focusing on her work #rather than like #her looks or sasuke #plus i like the idea of her w braid and hinata w an afro and them having haircare nights together #naruto #naruto headcanons #sakura haruno #aloeverants

[ophernelia]

was debating on whether i’d include it or not, but i definitely am. it’s a big factor in their story so race & culture is absolutely getting included in lykaia. boohoo if you don’t like it.

i could absolutely imagine lou & imogen cooking together. and lou plainly asking imogen why they use so many different seasonings when they cook. her short answer would be because she’s black and culturally that’s what we do, but i don’t think lou would settle for the short answer. and the long answer would have to lead into an entire history lesson on slavery and seasonings, then into african cultural practices. promptly ending with her shoving him out of the kitchen and to the library in their living room. imogen’s got a book about everything. lou’s always happy to learn, though he had hoped she’d pick up a book with more pictures and less text versus the absolute brick of book she’s plopped in his hands.

or whenever imogen helps lou comb his hair. dallas used to comb it when they were kids. whenever he’d come by over the summer it’d be matted. (shout out to melissa for being a horrible parent.) imogen has now taken over the task. he is 100% the “i brush out my curls because i don’t know what to do with my hair” type. even though all he need pretty much is a wide tooth comb and a spray bottle of water. it ends with imogen putting dutch braids in his hair and him questioning if they’re okay braids for him to wear. she reassures him this particular style is fine. though she can’t really say, he’ll have to ask the dutch how they feel about it and he gets this glimmer of panic in his eyes. she thinks it’s hilarious.

he’s grown up with imogen and her family. so he’s long been a guest in their culture. but still makes an effort to not cross a boundary. as for himself, he doesn’t really know. i wanna get into that too. but even as it stands rn, idk what he is either lmao. the running thing rn is that lou is a mutt. (because.. he’s a lycan. dog joke.) only person that would know is melissa. and well, y’all know how that’s going.

#Lou will absolutely be showing the girls how to properly be a guest in someone else’s culture and what culture sharing actually looks like #respectful curiousity #now I wanna build a maxis match beauty supply store #I feel like Lou has the color match thing down #he’s definitely slapping the 1b braiding hair out her hands and handing her a 2 #like girl be so fr #lykaia

[spiderlegeyelashes]

LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL CHALLAH....

#or babka? #cause instead of a braid its a cinnamon swirl twisted into a two strain braid #i dont know how to make an actual braid and with dough this wet i don't care :-) #but not the point #cinnamon filling :-)))))))) #it's so beautiful #i love her #trajkotanie #kuchnia

[fairweathermyth]

Highly recommend my beach read to all humans. Guaranteed to improve your personal, community, and global relationship with this planet. It’s so beautifully written. I am changed.

Here’s an excerpt that I really loved:

Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

On a day like this, when fiddleheads are unfurling and the air is petal soft, I am awash in longing. I know that “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s chloroplasts” is good advice, and yet I must confess to full-blown chlorophyll envy. Sometimes I wish I could photosynthesize so that just by being, just by shimmering at the meadow’s edge or floating lazily on a pond, I could be doing the work of the world while standing silent in the sun. The shadowy hemlocks and the waving grasses are spinning out sugar molecules and passing them on to hungry mouths and mandibles all the while listening to the warblers and watching the light dance on water.

#this is followed soon after by a line about how being a human is better actually because then you get to eat and enjoy the plants! #which is a good point #she’ll say something about the importance and beauty of leeks in spring and here i am crying on the beach #but yeah read this book if you get the chance! #i’d also like to thank the ocean for being so lovely this week 💙 #we vibed so much i miss her already #books #braiding sweetgrass #robin wall kimmerer

[missfingers]

yeah i may have not gotten a lot of sleep last night but i dreamt about carrying goromi around so whos really winning here

#she was like. straddling my waist and im 5ft3 and shes 6ft so you can imagine how ridiculous it looked #but she was so beautiful. she had her hair in a long braid down her back. my beautiful bisexual girlfriend #rgg #lucy.txt

[actuallyolly]

I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND

#women #beautiful women #i love her #She so cute #SHE SO NICE!!!! #SHE HAS REALLY NICE BRAIDS RN I LOVE HER #SHES SO COOL #SHE GAVE ME A HUG