Now... Ifa Better Keep An Eye On Cacucu... (wrio Leave Ifa's Buddy ALONE?)

Small kids will look up at you and with no prompting be like “umdidjyou no dat um one time my mommy and me um we um we we we went to da zoo and when I was dere um last summer we went to da zoo and didjyou no what was dere? A koala I seen those on Wild Krats.”

Like wow you have no idea how conversation works but boy are you giving it your all - I will stand here and look mildly surprised the whole time and when you’re done I’ll say “really?” And you will nod and look so victorious.

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brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching

@ifadoc sent: “Don’t shoot the messenger, Granny.” Ifa holds up his hands to Citlali, knowing she’s about to erupt with temper. Ifa honestly tries his best to stay out of familial disputes, but it’s a little hard when Ororon sends Ifa as his delivery person and learns firsthand that Ororon has been avoiding her for a reasons, avoiding a lecture. Either way, Ifa ends up in the middle of it and can only nod his head, listening to the elder. “I’ll make sure to scold him an’ grab ‘em by his nose, for real.” Ifa jokes as he lifts the heavy basket of fresh produce and carries it into Citlali’s home. “Oh, I also threw in some fruits and jerky for you, Granny.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 vibrating with anger around her ... the youth these days! "Do you really think I'm just going to let this slide?" Citlali scoffed, arms crossing over her chest as she looked up at the said 'messenger'. "You know, Ifa, you're just as bad as Ororon. How many times are you going to come all the way over here to our tribe on his behalf? You're just enabling his behavior!"

Even despite her height, Citlali waited for the vet to set down the produce in her home. It wasn't like she was going to turn down the free goods. However, it was far from enough to get Ifa out of this predicament. "Hold up, young man," She remarked, "I can't be bribed with food." Her annoyance was only growing the more she thought about Ororon's avoidance. When would he learn to take accountability?

"Since Ororon is going to stay in hiding, you're going to have a seat right there," The woman pointed to the table nearby, brows creasing as she somewhat pouted in her expression. "Do you really call yourself an adult by allowing Ororon to flounce around like he's still a rebellious teenager? You're supposed to be setting an example for him as his elder! Honestly—how long does it take you kids to learn what responsibility is? Frankly, Ifa, I'm disappointed in you. For starters—"

She then proceeded to lecture him for the next forty-five minutes.

3. What are your muse’s hands like? What is the texture of their palms, how are their fingers shaped, do they clean or cut their nails?

Details of a Muse

Ifa is always wearing his gloves, not just for infection prevention, but for his safety and the safety of his patients. His gloves sorta kinda look like falconry gloves which makes sense as saurians have talons and claws.

But, he’ll remove his gloves when he’s comfortable and done with the clinic’s work or pulling out the guitar for a song. His hands for the most part are well maintained and his nails well trimmed. They’re not entirely smooth and soft, he’s still a hard working, gunslinging cowboy and occasionally gets a few blisters and calluses.

He’s ambidextrous, left hand dominant, and you’ll find more blisters/calluses inside his palm there. 

ifa 'i'm a healer' de los santos

Character Trailer - "Ifa: Air Patrol"

1 & 9 for details!

Details of a Muse

What does your muse usually smell like? Do they use colognes, body sprays or perfumes? Are they clean-smelling, or dirty?

Regardless of verse, Ifa smells clean-smelling, like soap and alcohol based disinfectants mostly. He’s always in clinic or by bedside of a patient, so it’s important to keep proper hygiene and prevent the spread of bacteria. However, he is a cowboy and has a gun to his thigh so he does have some faint hints of gunpowder on him, a scent one can only distinguish if they put their nose to his clothes or neck. If he were to smell like anything, it would be earthy tones and sundried scents, especially if he’s been grinding herbs for medicine.

What are your muse’s arms like? Do they have muscles or prominent veins, are they missing a limb?

Regardless of verse, Ifa has an athletic and toned built. He’s not Wriothesley or Mydei beef shape, but he has lived to carry his weight and defend himself. Without a gun, he can still fight and hold his own. A fighter in structure and circumstance, but a healer at heart. His arms and chest are well defined and toned, his jacket hiding his arms, but the shirt, those buttons are hanging on for dear life lmao.

No prominent veins, but has scars on his forearms, left eye, and back. In verses were he is a vet, animals can lash out when they’re scared or hurting. In his hsr verse, it’s darker and something I will talk about in greater detail, but the scars were from the IPC when he attended their boarding schools. An attempt to “educate the people” of Aeragan-Epharahel or rather indoctrinate.

*what up my dudes. | welcome to an indie, private, selective and fandomless portrayal of 𝑰𝒇𝒂 𝑫𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒔 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔, 𝑫.𝑽.𝑴. renowned veterinarian for dragonkind and magical creatures | not affiliated with any rpc and a fandomless portrayal heavily headcanon based off original lore taken from the genpact universe. writing in the genpact universe is low priority. ©

how do you describe the feeling of missing a rp partner’s interpretation of a muse because if I go looking through the character’s tag … it’s not actually who I’m missing, like it’s not the same so all I can do is 🥺

do you think the reason why Cacucu is bonding with Wrio because Wrio looks like Ifa (they quite literally have the same face/eye design that resting bish face )