Thursday, March 26, 2009

Describe This: What do you look like?

We'd like to know what you look like. Are you graceful and willowy? Are you compact and solid? Or maybe you look like a bright green giraffe - with purple bows in your hair? Do you have hair? If so, are you fuzzy all over, or do you have a cascading mane of pure gold that falls to your feet?

Or are you invisible?

Whatever you look like, please describe it. Enquiring minds want to know!

39 comments:

DESTINY said...

I have as many faces as there are drops of water in all the oceans in all the world. You will know what I look like. You will see me and bow to me. Until then, you'll have to guess.

Fin said...

Destiny,
People wouldn't be so inclined to despise you if you were a little more direct. I know you don't care, I'm just saying.

WV: peenes. Sound it out and giggle folks.

Fin said...

I'm skinny. Not in a cute way, I have no...chesty. Straight up and down, except my hips. My hips come out a little and my butt is almost shelf like. Weird. And it sucks because my mom and my aunt are perfectly shaped. Little waists and big boobs and they look like women are supposed to look.
My hair is black like my mom's but mine is unruly, to say the least. I'm terrified of how my already tangled waves are going to look in the humidity of the east coast this summer, since I just moved here.
Ms. Fettleson, am I allowed to say boobs?

shy said...

"The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself."

shy said...

Henry Miller

shy said...

I said to myself -- I'll paint what I see -- what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they will be surprised into taking time to look at it -- I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.

Georgia O'Keefe

Troubadour said...

Although I am invisible to human eyes, I do retain my form from my last life.

I have curly brown hair of medium length, drawn back in a pony tail. My beard is close-cropped.

I am quite tall, and as an entertainer in the courts of Lords (and the bedrooms of ladies) I always ensured my physique was in top form.

Destiny, I recall your face, one that I once laughed in. And look where it got me.

Fin, there is more to a woman's figure than its upper curvature. In absence of all other physical attributes, skinny always holds a degree of value.

Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Mr. Troubadour,

My, I do have to say, dear, that you sound quite dashing.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

Fin said...

Yeah, Ms. Fettleson, I agree. Troubadour is kind of sexy, in the same dirt bag way of Dane Cook and Rory Cochrane. That is actually a compliment, Troubadour.

Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Ms. Fin,

Yes, wicked men are rather atttractive, aren't they?

For your question, well, dear, I think a better term might be bosom.

It does sound like you have lovely, wild, curly black hair, Ms. Fin. I imagine the young men find that quite fetching.

I do not look like my mother, either. She was a dancer, and she was lovely in a way that I, sadly, am not. But my beau, you remember I spoke of him yesterday, dear, used to tell me that my eyes were deep pools of rich chocolate, and my lips were....well, I'm afraid I'm blushing, dear. I know all young men say such things, but it's special when they are saying them to you, isn't it, dear?

I hope you have a lovely day, dear.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

Chicken Little said...

I have skinny legs. I have a round head. I have a tiny nose. I have big eyes. My eyes look everywhere, all the time, because you never know what's creeping up on you. Things can creep up on you all the time. I saw a movie once, where things were creeping up on people all the time and jumping on them. You have to be careful because you don't want anyone jumping on you. I definitely don't want anyone jumping on me. No sir.

Anonymous said...

I am Shamarra, the wicked. My hair is black and long, my eyes are green. My lips are red, and I am called beautiful. All of this matters not, since I have been cast from my home.

The boy, Mathor, has now agreed to help me find the Writ. He tells me I am fair to look upon. I am pleased he finds it so, for this may mean he will use all of his powers to help me. Yet if he hopes to win me, his hopes are in vain. My true love, Bezeem, was betrothed to me at birth. We grew up together and ate from the red fruits as children. He also called me beautiful.

He turned his eyes from me when they cast me out, but I believe he does not understand. He will forgive me when I finally return with the Writ.

Anonymous said...

Hi Fin -

You've been really nice to me.

I think youre pretty.

Shadow

Marilyn Peake said...

My name is Lucinda, and I’m the magical woman in The Fisherman’s Son Trilogy. Here’s how my author, Marilyn Peake, has described me:

Wiley blinked. On the path through the forest, directly in front of him, was a magnificent woman. She was standing there quietly, looking at him. She had golden hair that fell to her waist and crystal green eyes the color of emeralds. She was small, not quite five feet tall, and slender. She wore a pure white dress as clean as white cotton clouds, tied at the waist with deep blue ribbons. Her lips were small, dainty and painted a light shade of pink. Her cheeks held the slightest blush of red.

Wiley noticed that the woman held a golden staff or wand. It was about four feet long, almost as tall as the woman, and embedded with a variety of gems. Light danced off emeralds, opals, diamonds, and other stones Wiley didn’t recognize. The woman raised the wand and floated a few inches off the ground. Wiley noticed that she was wearing golden slippers decorated with the same gemstones.

Marilyn Peake said...

I’m Donella, "Repo Girl" in Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie, short story soon to be published in the anthology, Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy. Here are two paragraphs, from two different places in the story, where both my beauty and my power are described by the author, Marilyn Peake:

A hooded figure moved quickly. Passing under fiercely glowing streetlamps, she revealed little: long, dark hair escaping the confines of a purple hood; tall, shapely, female body; purple velvet cloak tied securely around her neck and held closed by the steel grip of one slender hand; high-heeled black leather boots that clacked and echoed against cold concrete slabs of pavement. Her profile was alluring and provocative, like an antique porcelain doll.

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Feeling strangely drawn to the porcelain face – powdery white with a hint of blush, twinkling violet eyes, long black lashes, full painted lips – the man opened the front door. Dazed, he stared into violet eyes. His wife watched from the second floor, peering over a thick balcony rail.

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I'm Donella, the character with violet eyes. :)

Pure Fiction said...

Fin, I long for your lack of curves.
I am what my ex-husband used to call 'a fine figure of a woman'.
I am also tall, which is a downright affront to most men in rural Ireland. I have big raw looking hands, and over the last five years I've noticed laughter lines springing up around my eyes.

Apart from my height, I'm utterly unremarkable. People serving in restaurants and coffee shops walk right past me when I try to order. It's almost as though I'm invisible.

Fin said...

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that any human - Servos as I call them - who finds me good looking is confused. My face is prettier to them than in real life. But Shadow, I love you 'cause you like my insides. And I like your insides. But Shadow, what do you look like?

Fin said...

Pure Fiction,

You're a brick house! Yay for you. If they're not paying attention to you in the restaurant, make a scene. Otherwise they won't get paid, or realize they're fatheads.

Marilyn Peake said...

Ms. Fettleston said:
Yes, wicked men are rather atttractive, aren't they?
and
Dear Mr. Troubadour,
My, I do have to say, dear, that you sound quite dashing.

My, my, Ms. Fettleston, this is another side of you we've never seen before.

- Donella, "Repo Girl" in Repo Girl and the Fortune Faerie, short story soon to be published in the anthology, Twisted Tails IV: Fantastic Flights of Fantasy.

Anonymous said...

Hi Fin,
If I tell you what I look like, I have to tell you a secret.

I don't know if I want to tell. You might not like me anymore.

Shadow

Fin said...

I think it's only fair that you tell. Only if you're Avilia will I not like you anymore. So tell.

Anonymous said...

I can't see myself in the mirror.

Shadow

Chicken Little said...

Shadow, why can't you see yourself in the mirror? What's wrong? Are you a vampire? I saw a movie once about vampires, and they sucked your blood. Are you going to suck my blood? Don't suck my blood, okay? Maybe you can't see yourself because your eyes are closed. Maybe you should open your eyes. Or maybe you should turn on the lights.

Anonymous said...

I was talking to Fin.

I'm not a vampire. I don't know what's wrong.

Shadow

Chicken Little said...

That's good that you're not a vampire. That's a relief. Okay, I don't want to interrupt. I sure hope you find out what's wrong though. Let me know okay. Let me know if it's contagious, okay.

Anonymous said...

Fin are you still there?

Shadow

Fin said...

Shadow,

I'm sorry I stepped away. Avilias see themselves in mirrors so I still love you. How long have you not seen yourself?

Anonymous said...

Hi Fin

I don't know. I don't remember.

I'm glad you're not mad at me.

Shadow

Goran Njiric said...

I feared the day this would come.

I just got back from the loadmaster, so I have all of the vitals down. I'm about a hundred and ninety centimeters tall, and my mass is somewhere around a hundred and thirty one kilograms. No muscle at all. I used to have graying black hair before I had to shave it all off to eke out a few loose grams here and there. I'm just glad they were nice enough to let me eat the day before we got on the ship.

I'm starting to get wrinkled more, and I'm starting to get a little darker in my old age, I think. I'm losing the beautiful caramel color I used to have. Granted, I've let myself go in recent years, but I've still got something of a spark.

I'd look distinguished in the uniform they gave me if it marked me as anything other than a recruit. Too bad, really. At least they gave that to me; it covers up the bulges and the rolls that are visible in the terrible skin-tight suits they use.

Goran Njiric said...

Fin - Poor girl. You'd make a fine spacer if you gave it a shot. Loadmasters system-wide would kill for a thousand more like you. You wouldn't have to worry about the hair, either.

About ten years ago, when I could still call myself a dirty old man (I'm lazier now), I'd have definitely chased after you. Don't get too down, though, you've still got that fellow of yours, and there are plenty of others liable to line up afterward.

Pure Fiction - As for you, that's quite impressive. I miss large, strong looking women. They seem to be such a rarity these days.

Pure Fiction said...

Brickhouse, Fin? I don't think I've come accross that word before - it doesn't sound terribly flattering, but you seem like such a nice character (even if you aren't exactly human)
I'm hoping you meant it as a compliment.
I don't know if I have the nerve to cause a scene in a coffee shop. I'm more the type who waits, and waits, and waits until a waiter or waitress finally notices me and I get to order my cappuccino and scone (with cream and jam)and when the coffee arrives it's invariably cold. But I drink it anwway, because I'm not really the complaining type.

Goran Njiric, I am very intrigued by your posts. You are clearly a very big man - but yet you have no muscles. How strange.
I'm glad you didn't have to wear one of those terrible skin-tight suits they use, too. It sounds like a very undignified sort of outfit for a man of your years and gravity.

Goran Njiric said...

I haven't done much actual physical labor, and the most exercise I do is taking very long walks. As a result, I have strong legs, but the rest of me is only in shape in terms of geometry.

As for the skin-tight suit, they still gave me one. I think they're hinting that I should lose weight so I look better in one.

No one else seems to care about dignity of any sort around these parts, unfortunately

Fin said...

Shadow,

Have you made sure you're making an impression in other ways? If you turn the water in the sink on and stick your hand on it, does it still part and splash over your hand? I'm a little worried.

Fin said...

Goran,

Thanks, dirty old man! Only, I probably wouldn't make a good "spacer". I don't do so hot with authority and it sounds like you're supposed to answer to people.

Also, where are you?

Fin said...

Pure Fiction,

You're Oirish. I forgot. Brickhouse is a wonderful term and theirs actually a song dedicated to properly shaped women over here.

Fin said...

I meant there's, not theirs.

Ms. Fettleston said...

Dear Ms. Donella,

Oh my, don't you sound lovely. Violet eyes? How striking. Are you one of those femme fatales that we hear about? How exciting.

Yes, I do have to say that chatting with you young folk has made me feel almost young again myself. Why I haven't thought of my beau for years.

Why, I guess there's still a little kick in these old bones of mine after all. My goodness.

You know. I think I'll go have a nice cup of tea now and perhaps some toast with a little pat of butter. Perhaps I'll splurge on some jam this morning. It's not Sunday, but I feel a little daring, don't you know.

Have a lovely day, dear.

Sincerely,

Ms. Fettleston

Fin said...

Okay Goran, I'm sorry I didn't realize you'd already answered my question. You're making me glad I'll be dead by then.

Goran Njiric said...

Plenty understandable. If I didn't feel like I owed them something, I'd still be sitting at home. As for having to listen to somebody, well, that's why you get your own ship. It's expensive, but if you've got the cash, you can make it out as the asteroids without spending half a year in the plastic bottle.