#scars. facial markings. clothes. all of it

[endlesschain-au]

Various Magma Doodles

[shysuccubusstuff]

Milking time!

Content: Cow hybrid! Caleb + Possessive! Caleb; Size difference + Mentions of abuse and neglect + Scent marking + Rut + Facial + Face fuck + Masturbation + Cumshot + Dacryphilia

Note: Just read some new manhwa (smut) about hybrids and a farm and it was so good! Sadly there are no more episodes by the moment (right now it only has like 6) but it's so freaking good, gosh I could eat it completely, the dairy cow is so so handsome... and a cutie ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I hope I explained the position correctly, it's like, laying on top of the person and using your lower thingy on their mouth... not that good with explaining positions, sorry! Let me know if I should make a part 2!

Cow hybrid ! Caleb who recently arrived to the farm. He was found in the middle of nowhere, with his body completely scarred as the rain soaked the small piece of clothing that barely covered his lower half. Just what the hell had happened? You had been trying to get the enemy farm to leave the town after the rumours abou them abusing their workers. You kept cursing under your breath, just why couldn't you do it faster? Well, of course you couldn't, by the time you had found out you barely had any proof apart from what some of the hybrids told you about, so you already knew that this was to be expected... Still, you had to rub your eyes, cleaning the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks and rushing towards the poor young man, trying your best to carry him to the truck so you could bring him to his new home.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who becomes extremely attached to you. It doesn't take more than a few weeks for him to recover from the injuries the old "owners" had caused to him, now constantly following wherever you go. He liked grabbing you by your hips, hiding his hand inside your pocket so he could stay as close as possible to you. You know this could be a bad idea, as you are planning on simply allowing him to choose whatever he wants to do next in life, and growing attached to you was not the best option for that, but you were unable to do anything. After all, he had recently been rescued, surely it was normal for him to become so attached to you, right?

Hybrid bull! Caleb whose possessiveness only worsens. It has been quite few months since Caleb had completely healed, so you had expected him to go back to the "usual" behaviour of the other bulls, who had already found someone to love within the vast farm. In contrast, Caleb had stayed with you, still following you everywhere you went, with a... slight change. He had become extremely possessive of you, constantly trying to start a fight with the other males every time he saw them giving you those glances... Just who did they think they were? Yes, he might have arrived way later than them, but that didn't mean they were allowed to give you those lustful eyes. Since that moment, Caleb had started to pick petty fights with the other hybrids, always acting as if he was simply protecting you from them, while he giving you those sweet puppy eyes he had learnt to do... It seems he did learn quite fast.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who is no longer able to handle his ruts. You used to let him use the toys you had bought for him during those special days, with Caleb using them without much interest, seeing as if it was just something to get over with. During this time, you had to make sure to keep some distance between you and him, trying your best to avoid leaving your scent on him in fear of another female thinking he had a partner, even politely removing his hands whenever he tried to get a bit too handsy with you. Not like it mattered to him, as he soon began to retaliate. Oh, you removed his hand from your hip because other females were watching at him? No problem, next time he would surround your waist with his beefy arms, making sure to pull you to him so you could feel his hard cock pulsing beneath his working clothes. Now you refused to get even a few metres close to him? Guess he simply had to make you come closer yourself.

Cow hybrid! Caleb who takes advantage of you. You were suddenly awakened by a strange noise, not only that, but it was then accompanied by a rustle, someone was moving under your blankets. With your heart thumping, you slowly moved the sheets, finally seeing the reddened and exhausted face, chest puffing as he kept pressing his hard-on against your ass, breath becoming heavier as he started to rub his hips even faster, with you already feeling how his underwear was getting wet from the precum. "Please... please... just help me... It hurts..." Caleb looked at you with tears in his eyes, almost making your chest hurt from seeing how he was struggling to keep himself together. "Just... fine. But don't get used to it, ok?" You tossed the sheets to the side, getting on top of Caleb and removing his wet boxers which had already been stained by his thick cum. Slowly, you started to move your hand up and down, marking a slow rhythm that almost made Caleb groan outloud, biting his own hand to stop himself from making some embarrasing sounds. You kept this rhythm for some minutes, confused as you kept feeling his dick throbbing, almost as if he was close to cumming, still, Caleb kept biting his hand, eyebrows furrowed as he forced himself to last as much as possible, what other opportunity would he have after this? "Maybe... Maybe if you lick it I will end faster...?" Caleb suggested, voice soft as if he was whispering, still, you could feel how much he had been waiting for him to suggest that. "Caleb... just where did you...? Ugh... just... just the tip, ok?" You kneeled, getting one of your legs between his, using your hand to keep his member up, slowly getting closer to it as you sticked out your tongue, carefully entering his tip into your mouth and sucking on it, using one of your hands to masturbate the rest of his member. "Fuck... So good... please, just a bit more, yeah? Please, I've been so good... Didn't fight with the other males for over a week, just a bit?" Caleb looked at you, his muscular body now looking even bigger due to the dim light that entered the window.

Before you noticed, Caleb's hands were already playing with your hair, petting it as you had done so many times before, the caring touch mixed with the feeling of his tip rubbing against your tongue almost making you moan from the pleasure. "Please...? Come on baby, let me do it..." You locked eyes with him from where you were, gradually entering his member until the tip was hitting against the back of your throat, the pressure on it making you gag on it. Caleb's grip got a bit tighter, now grabbing your hair as he restrained himself from pushing his hips forward and fuck your mouth without mercy. "Just do it..." You whispered to him, face flushing as you felt how Caleb's chest puffed up in joy, swiftly pushing you against the couch and straddling you, his cock now being just in front of your face. "Open wide~... here comes your big reward." Caleb abruptly pushed his whole length inside your mouth, using his arms as a way to keep this position in which it looked almost as if he was doing a plank, his happy trail now pressing against your face each time he forced his cock inside you causing tears to form in your eyes as you tried your best to take a deep breath each time he pulled out. Caleb stopped for a second, smiling at you as he saw your chest moving up and down rapidly, after all, he had set a ruthless rhythm for you, making sure to push his cock till it reached the back of your throat, then staying still a few seconds so he could feel your throat tightening around his cock, soon letting you breath once more, smirking as he saw you struggling to adapt to it. At the same time, he kept stroking your hair with care, almost as he wasn't practically bullying your poor mouth, pressing your whole body against the mattress and leaving you with little to no choice than to take it. "Keep your mouth open, here comes your reward..." All of sudden, Caleb moved away his dick moving a bit away so he could put the tip in front of your open mouth, strocking his cock with his right hand as he used the left hand to stay still, heavy ropes of cum falling into your mouth, a sweet aftertaste lingering in your mouth after you swallowed it completely... You hoped this wouldn't awake anything in you.

[sanipoyo]

THEIR KID ASKING ABOUT THEIR FACIAL MARKS & SCARS

note - jujutsu kaisen, fluff.

INUMAKI had just came home from work, excited to see his two favorite people. when he entered the door, his jacket was unzipped enough to see the unique markings on his face. these marks were not a new sight to your son but for some reason, he had a million questions about them. “dad, what are those from? who gave you that? why does it look like that? can i get those when i get bigger?”, he spouted and all toge could do was smile and nod as you tried to answer all your sons’ questions for him.

TOJI has a major soft spot for his daughter. he finds himself sitting at a small table surrounded by stuffed animals drinking invisible tea. your daughter comes around with a cloth, wiping all her toys faces ‘clean’. “your turn!” she exclaimed as she approaches her dad, aggressively rubbing his face with the cloth. she kept wiping toji’s scar, as if she was trying to wipe it clean off of his face. “okay. okay. it’s all clean now.” he grumbles and your daughter examines her father’s face. “what is that”, she asks pointing at the scar on his lip. “it’s a battle wound.” toji exaggerates, causing your daughter to light up. she begins asking a bunch of questions about the ‘battle wound’ and she even wants one of her own. 

SUKUNA’s daughter sat in between you and him. you both were doing your own thing and your daughter was watching a show on the tv. per usual, she starts messing her with her dad; pinching his cheeks, putting his hair into ponytails, etc. she grabs his face with both of her hands and squeezes his lips together so he looks like a fish. this caused sukuna to set his book aside and finally pay attention to her. your daughter begins to trace the marks on her dads’ face, instantly getting full of curiosity. “did you draw on yourself?” she blurts out and you can’t help but to laugh as sukuna shoots you a glare. “this is just a part of my face.” he replies blandly and your daughter shrugs and continues being a nuisance towards him.

“this is so cool!” CHOSO’s son exclaimed as he looked at himself in the mirror. he is developing a blood mark similar to his dad’s going across the bridge of his nose. choso smiles and examines the mark himself. although the mark is somewhat like his own, it still has it’s own uniqueness to it. “what is it?” your son asks, he never really thought to ask about it since it didn’t seem like a big deal to him but since he’s starting to have one of his own, he’s curious about it. “i’ll explain to you one day. just know, only the coolest people get one” choso replies, causing your son to cringe at his dads’ use of his lingo. “you are not cool.” his son responds, choso silently gasps and begins to sulk at his sons’ cruel remark. you will be hearing about this later on.

Ⓒ all published work belongs to sanipoyo! do not copy/plagiarize.

[aquamarinebling]

One of my favorite aspects about Loop’s design is just how truly out of place they actually feel in game and next to the rest of the cast. How Loop’s design makes them appear blatantly inhuman.

They don’t wear any clothes, notably: no cloak, hat, or visible ties back to the island. We don’t know if they still have their accent either. The other characters all have a tie of some sort back to themselves though clothing: clothes tell a lot about a person. The cast has religious ornaments, hobbies represented through clothes, jewelry, etc. Loop’s only possession is a coin, something there are thousands of. Any remains of their cultural identity have been completely stripped from them, after they already had so little to begin with.

The most obvious part of this though is of course their head, brightly glowing and depriving them of any facial features. Loop’s body is human shaped, sure, but only up to the neck. Any identifying features, like a nose or mouth or beauty marks or scars, are absent beyond their eyes, depriving them of essentially any visual identity. (Their eyes remaining is a whole different tangent, something along the lines of how they are a viewer of the loops now rather than a participant). The rest of the characters have these things that mark their identity, like Odile’s eyebrows or Mira’s lipstick. Loop doesn’t have the luxury to bear a face you can recognize.

[604to647]

Without Chains

1K / Pero Tovar x Chinese Fem!OC Reader

A/N: I've never written an OC Reader before but I thought, okay - if this is set in China after the events of The Great Wall, Reader can definitely be Chinese and also, I would like to do my part in adding to the diversity of works available, so... I try! Please give it a chance! 🙏🏻 This was written for @itwasntimethatdidit40's Italian Music Challenge - the song I was asked to be inspired by is Non abbiamo bisogno di parole (lyrics can be found at the end)! Congrats again on your milestone 🥳, I hope you like this and that I did the song justice 🥹🥰🥰

Summary: You help Pero shave in preparation for his journey back West with William.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, allusion to past smut, minor angst, nickname because it's me (Pero calls reader Xiǎo Huā, which means 'little flower' in Mandarin).

Dividers by @saradika-graphics - ty! / Edit: This became a series, oops! Part 2

You ignore the smirk that that tugs at the corner of Pero’s mouth, visible even through the scruff of the beard you’re currently trimming.

The brush of rough fingers dancing over the back of your thighs sends a spark of pleasure up your spine that isn’t as easily ignored, stilling the blade in your hand.

“Stop or you’re going to end up with another scar to match the one over your eye.”

“I’ve seen too much of your skill with a blade to believe that possible.”

“I didn’t say it would be an accident.”

The smirk becomes a full out grin, but Pero’s hands drop obediently so you can get back to your task. 

Focusing solely on shaving and cleaning up his facial hair so that it matches the neat haircut you gave him earlier, you’re oblivious to the adoring gaze of the sitting Spaniard whose legs you stand between.  With your figure accentuated by the lighter clothing you now wear in lieu of the wartime armour he met you in, Pero’s hands itch to touch you again, to caress your heavenly curves with the reverence they deserve.  Looking up at your sweet face, currently pinched in concentration, he resists the urge to sweep a fallen strand of hair off your cheek – he likes how you wear it loose around your shoulders these days, jet black silk perfectly framing your features, so softened by the Wall’s newfound peace.  Tài Piào Lian (so pretty), he wonders to himself, practicing the pronunciation he asked you to teach him. 

It’s not the only thing that’s been tempered.  You’ve forgiven him for the transgression that led to his imprisonment, for abandoning you and your country in your hour of need – a mistake he will regret for the remainder of his life.  He’s hard and impulsive, this warrior of yours, but not nearly as selfish as he’s been taught to be, nor as heartless as his survival would suggest.  He punishes himself enough – you can feel it in every searing kiss to your lips, every press of his hard body to yours, every drag of his cock along your warm walls since his pardon.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  You can trust me again, I promise.  Please believe me.

You do.

With a final flick steel, you finish and the handsomeness of Pero’s now revealed face sends your heart racing.  He wears the wisdom and the long, deep lines of a life lived and fought for terribly well, though all those years of harsh living and bearing witness to the cruelties of lesser men have left their mark as well.  It’s easier for his sharp eyes not to crinkle, for the hard line of the mouth you can never resist to not smile, and yet they do.  Sometimes for you.  Sometimes for William.  Sometimes just because.  There’s still joy beneath the gruff, stoic armour this man bears, hidden like treasure and precious to you - it may be what you love most about him.

You lay down the shaving razor and tilt Pero’s face to yours to examine your handiwork; running your thumbs over the cut of his jaw and through the newly pruned whiskers, you whisper softly, “There you are.”

“Here I am,” having been given unspoken permission, Pero reaches for you once more.  Feeling the warmth of you beneath his palms, he inhales the sweetness of your perfume, taking in as much of you as he can while he can.

Melted pools of kohl fix upon your own eyes as Pero’s hold on your waist tightens, “Xiǎo Huā (little flower), you could still come with me.”

“And you could stay.”

You both know that neither is possible, but the repetition of this oft held discussion is in and of itself a ritual, a vow of sorts to remind each other of the depth of your feelings: that it’s only honour and commitment to duty, something neither of you takes lightly, that can overrule the devotion you’ve pledged to one another.

“I owe him my life.”

“And I her, many times over.”

His resolve to make up for his mistake in trusting Ballard, to repay William for giving up the black powder for his life, to prove his worthiness of their friendship, all etched as deeply in his face as the scar that cuts over his left eye.  Pero’s conviction only raises him in your esteem, understanding your lover as surely as he does you in your resolution to stand loyal with Commander Lin, whose next assignment from the emperor is uncertain now that the Tao Tei have been defeated.  It’s entirely possible that your all-female regiment will be reassigned to the royal palace, dispatched to some other far off defense post, or even disbanded and sent back to your village homes and families.  Whatever the future has in store, you remain in support of your mentor and leader, your friend.

These ties and chains that you each bind upon yourselves are as unbreakable as they are voluntary; neither you nor Pero would ask the other to break them, even knowing that you cannot be together while they’re worn.  None of this requires words or explanation - you both hold these truths heavy in your hearts but never against one another.�� Resting your forehead against Pero’s, the two of you sigh at the tenderness of the gesture, content in the moment.

Bound by duty to be apart… but not without hope. 

“I will return for you.”

“The journey to the East is treacherous,” you smile but your eyes sadden at the acknowledgment of this reality.

“I know.  I’ve made it before.”

“If I recall, you nearly died.  And you were brought in restrained.”

“Those restraints brought me to you, Xiǎo Huā,” Pero’s hand comes up to lovingly stroke your face, “and they tie me to you still, always and forever.”

You nuzzle into the safety of his wide palm, soaking in the affection cradled in his touch.

“When I am free, I will come to you willing and without chains or restriction, praying you will still have me,” though Pero does not doubt your heart, life has taught him that hope is a privilege not many are able to afford.

Eyes bright, you press your lips to Pero’s waiting pout and kiss him gentle and true, murmuring your own promise, “Yǒng yuǎn (forever).”

🎶Original lyrics (English translation below):

Adesso vieni qui E chiudi dolcemente gli occhi tuoi Vedrai che la tristezza passerà Il resto poi chissà Verrà domani Voglio star con te Baciare le tue labbra dirti che In questo tempo dove tutto passa Dove tutto cambia Noi siamo ancora qua E non abbiam bisogno di parole Per spiegare quello che è nascosto in fondo al nostro cuore Ma ti solleverò Tutte le volte che cadrai E raccoglierò i tuoi fiori che per strada perderai E seguirò il tuo volo Senza interferire mai Perché quello che voglio È stare insieme a te Senza catene Stare insieme a te Vieni più vicino E sciogli i tuoi capelli, amore mio Il sole ti accarezza Ti accarezzo anch'io E tu sei una rosa rossa Vieni più vicino Accendi questo fuoco amore mio E bruceranno tutte le paure Adesso lasciati andare E non abbiam bisogno di parole Per spiegare quello che è nascosto in fondo al nostro cuore Ma ti solleverò Tutte le volte che cadrai E raccoglierò i tuoi fiori che per strada perderai E seguirò il tuo volo Senza interferire mai Perché quello che voglio È stare insieme a te Senza catene Stare insieme a te Ma ti solleverò Tutte le volte che cadrai E raccoglierò i tuoi fiori che per strada perderai E seguirò il tuo volo Senza interferire mai Perché quello che voglio È stare insieme a te Senza catene Stare insieme a te

🎶Translation:

Now come here And close your eyes gently You will see that the sadness will pass The rest then who knows It will come tomorrow I want to be with you Kiss your lips tell you that In this time where everything passes Where everything changes We are still here And we don't need words To explain what is hidden deep in our hearts But I will lift you up Every time you fall And I will pick your flowers that you will lose on the road And I will follow your flight Without ever interfering Because what I want Is to be with you Without chains To be with you Come closer And let your hair down, my love The sun caresses you I caress you too And you are a red rose Come closer Light this fire my love And all the fears will burn Now let go And we don't need words To explain what is hidden deep in our hearts But I will lift you up Every time that you will fall And I will pick your flowers that you will lose on the road And I will follow your flight Without ever interfering Because what I want Is to be with you Without chains To be with you But I will lift you up Every time you fall And I will pick your flowers that you will lose on the road And I will follow your flight Without ever interfering Because what I want Is to be with you Without chains To be with you

[kakao-lovey]

𖦹 Your all-encompassing scripting / OC creation sheet for shifting, writing or manifestation

Just something I created for funsies. This sheet doesn't really have a target audience, use it for whatever you like.

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𖦹 Physical appearance

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Hair length and cut: (Waist, mid-back, shoulder-length) (Find a picture on Pinterest and paste it here)

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Other eye descriptions: (Tired, sparkling, starry, watercolour, deep, dead)

Nose shape: (Hooked, button, ski-slope, flat, angled)

Lip shape: (Heart-shape, round, thin, plump)

Lip colour: (Rosy, red, neutral, two-toned)

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𖦹 Style

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𖦹 Personality

Take each of these attributes and put them on a slider from zero to one-hundred. Add explanations, if desired.

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[phas3d]

Ideal Type || Slytherin Boys

note :: just what i think, but they could honestly be with anyone

members :: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Appearance:

Sharp eyes that could kill him, eye color doesn’t matter to him

Likes people with more meat on them

Goes crazy if he sees you wearing thigh highs or tight underwear so that you have a little bit of a muffin top, he loves that stuff

Loves dark hair, all of his celebrity crushes are brunettes or have black hair

Likes the y2k style and clean girl, he doesn’t know it’s called that but he likes it lmao

Loves long hair but will make an exception for a short black bob

Low rise jeans are his favorite thing ever

Pretty nails are also a pro in his eyes, shows that you’re hygienic - likes longer nails

Plump lips are a major plus

Likes outfits that show skin in some way, so crop tops, dresses, etc

Personality:

Slightly toxic, which is perfect for him since he’s ultra toxic 😍

He’s not willing to change his lifestyle just for a girl, so he needs someone who’s down to party and do the bad stuff he does

Loves confidence, wouldn’t date a girl who’s insecure

People with the wonyongism mindset are literally his dream type, makes him weak in the knees

If you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your wedding

Loves to annoy you just to get a reaction, smth about you being angry draws him in

He likes social people who get along with others easily

A little bit cocky, but if you laugh at his jokes he instantly finds you more attractive

Dedicated and driven people, like not failing classes, having internships, having a job, all of that is so attractive to him

If you listen to: Kali Uchis, Tyler the Creator, Ariana Grande, Travis Scott, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, The Weeknd, BlackPink, Aespa, Beyoncé, you get so many extra points

Theodore Nott

Appearance:

Likes shorter people, which is easy for him since he’s 6’0 (183 cm)

Has a thing for people that are flatter, likes rectangle body types

Long hair is his ideal type but loves curly short hairstyles

Gets flustered when he sees you with your hair up, something about it is so appealing to him

Long lashes and falsies are so pretty in his eyes, loves it

Ballet-core, old-money, and minimalist are what styles he likes best on someone

Lovessss skirts and headbands

Likes people with glasses, but specifically people who wear contacts in public but glasses at home

People with the resting sad face are so beautiful to him

Personality:

Likes introverts or shy people, he likes knowing that you’re a homebody so he doesn’t have to worry about cheating

Nerds omg They’re his secret weakness

He loves book smart-street dumb people, it’s a sense of comfort knowing that you’re not involved in his life style

He’s a fuckboy who smokes and drinks, so you become a safe space for him

Quiet and soft voices are one of his biggest weaknesses

Elegance is also something he needs in a partner, someone who’s aware of their words and their actions

When someone covers their mouth when they laugh - So attractive to him

Caring and nurturing people make him want to cry, please comfort this man

If you listen to: Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Mitski, SZA, Her, Adele, Yerin Baek, Matt Maltese, Radiohead, you get an extra point

Lorenzo Berkshire

Appearance:

Downtown girl, athletic wear, coquette, and other cutesy yet comfortable styles are his idea type

Really loves when someone can dress up in a nice ass outfit and then show up the next day in just a hoodie and bagggyyyy pants

Doesn’t really like tight clothes on his s/o, likes baggy or flowy clothes

Doesn’t care for body type, has dated people on the bigger size and people that were super thin

Loves any facial markings - moles, acne scars, freckles, but esp ance scars

Loves curly and wavy hair, doesn’t care for hair color but does prefer light colors like brown and blonde

Likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

For example, people with a resting bitch face but the second they see something cute they light up

Being shorter than him is fine, but if he’s dead honest he’s always wanted to date a girl taller than him (185 cm+)

Personality:

Bubbly people make him fall so hard

People who are happy almost 24/7 and a little bit stupid and naive is what he loves

Doesn’t care about intelligence much, but doesn’t like people who are failing school

When you’re oblivious to flirting??? Omg he’s done

Wants to feel needed, so you being slightly air headed helps him a lot

Smiling makes him attracted to someone instantly, so constantly smiling and laughing makes him feel the same way

Loves people with a tad bit of sass to them, like eye rolls and stuff

Playful people who agree to do dumb shit with him suits his ideal lifestyle

Someone’s who funny, cause if I’m fr this man is not that funny. He def gets with someone who’s funny

He def had way too many crushes on manic pixie dream girls, so he kinda likes the chase

Likes people who are so free spirited that it’s hard to tie to them

If you listen to: Wave2Earth, Kpop, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Beabadoobee, Sarah Kinsley, Faye Webster, it’s an extra plus for him

[lostintransist]

Death is Not Always Kind | Part 4

Part 1 here. AO3

CW: suicial ideation, discussion of past and how reader ended up as a medical experiment.

Your bones hurt less when you wake. Though your mouth tastes of lye and lies.

If you could muster up the energy, you would hate N for that gift. Made it easier to lash yourself to the mast of this flesh and hold on despite the torrents of winded pain. All you ached for, peace, would be out of reach if you found reasons to stay.

The lack of energy doesn’t prevent you from glaring at him as he presents you with a pair of too-large cargo pants, a compression shirt that would drape from your shoulders like a hanger, and boots that might actually fit.

“Five minutes.” He matches your glare with a flat look, the clothes still held between you. “Socks inside.”

Would it cause his flesh to boil from his body if he used full sentences? Snatching the clothes from his hands you stand. Your body might only take up the space of a moth in this massive base but you could still force back the wall before you. Your hands wrenched the shirt up and over your emaciated self.

N spins the instant you grab the clothes as if anticipating your act of rebellion. His head covering has ridden up the back of his neck. Layers and layers of scars litter the sliver of flesh that peaked from below his clothes rivaled your own. Unable to look at yourself in the mirror due to your own facial scarring, you could only imagine at the wounds hidden below his mask. Like a sliver in the nail bed, empathy would become a constant wound now.

“Ready?” He asked to the room.

“Fuck off.”

That might be the first real response you’ve given any of them. You hate that a good night of sleep and an electron’s amount of empathy could so easily pull you from the brink. Like a crocus bulb you lay nestled in the dirt the chill of the frost keeping you alive.

Something more than laundry soap lingered in the air from the clothes. Some deeply embedded scent that marked the fabric as used. You hate that the smell calmed your racing mind.

Sitting down you slide socks over your feet and then pick and pull and tug at the laces on one of the tall boots until it opens wide enough to maneuver it on. N gets annoyed at how long you are fidgeting and turns, kneeling at your feet without a glance to your face. He holds the tongue open wide and guides your toes in, hand firm around your ankle.

Setting your foot down he taps twice on the top of your knee. Accepting the message you press your heel firmly into the boot, sliding the last bit to settle into the snug fit. He tightens and double knots the laces with the ease of someone who has done this one million times and will do it one million more.

“Where did you get your scars from?” You lay the question down on the back of his skull, hoping it would crush him under its weight.

The stillness of a predator overtakes him. If you cannot appeal to their compassion to end your suffering, perhaps you can appeal to their rage. His hands are shaking as he opens the second shoe and repeats his process.

The blue of his eyes is startling when he looks at you.

“A doctor.”

With that, he stands and leaves the room. You would trail behind him but he turned in the opposite direction of the colonel’s office. Keeping your head down you wonder about the similarities of your scars coming from doctors. If any greedy eyes follow you today they don’t stop you as you make your way to the door that required your attention.

Knocking, you wait; eyes tracing patterns on the door. When whispers start behind you, trailing from one end of the hall to the other you knock again, louder.

This time the door is flung open; Colonel König stared down at you. His downward-sloped eyes stung with disappointment.

“You’re late, kaninchen.” He should rumble like rocks crashing deep below the earth, but instead, his voice reminds you more of a bird. A massive bird mind you, but still something lighter than his frame would suggest.

Picking at the wounds of N left you feeling bold. You glare up at the colonel.

“I can’t be late if you didn’t open the door when I arrived on time.”

One brow lifts beyond your vision, hidden by his hood. The two of you stare at each other for a long time before he steps back and gestures for you to sit at the small desk in the corner that did not live there yesterday.

“You will sort papers. You can read, ja?”

The question shouldn’t hurt, but damn if it doesn’t have him mulishly staring at your boots.

“Yes, I know my ABC’s.” You knew them in English and in French but no point in saying that because all you remembered in French was your ABCs.

“Gut. Have you eaten?”

This question has you glaring at him again, the height difference not preventing you from staring up at him in anger.

“I’m not hungry.”

He gives a small grunt and a slow blink before leaving you to the empty desk. He is gone so long that you sit in the chair and spin in slow circles, the whirl of the room ratcheting past you.

When the Colonel appears it is with a random soldier in tow. He places a small, but overflowing, plate on your desk along with a cup of what smells like hot chocolate. The soldier does the same with the food he is carrying before scurrying out the door. The colonel removes a stack of folders from his desk and sets them on the far corner of yours.

Your hand strays to the pile, ignoring the food.

“Eat,” he looms over you. Your jaw pops as you contemplate how to maneuver your way from the situation. “Do you need to be fed again?”

Heat flashes through your body at the memory. How you had nearly propositioned the man for death and he replied by holding you like a child and forcing food past your lips.

“No.” The word ground between your teeth on the way out.

“Gut,” the colonel returned to his seat then.

He faced the door while it faced your back. You sat within view of him wherever he might be in the room. Picking at the food under his watchful gaze you noticed when you had eaten enough to satisfy him and shoved the food aside, eager to work on a true task.

Every time you finish one stack another one appears, all day you are humming the ABCs to remember if S or R comes first. When K comes to collect you from the colonel’s office you forget you had planned on pissing him off. Sleep overtakes you that night and nary a nightmare deigns to visit.

Part 3 | Part 5

Masterlist

@meinemauschen

[dolcecilia]

my hcs for each of the lis in my save

Kylar: Stinky, malnourished, black-haired twink. Wears a lot of clothing with stripes. Has a lot of bandages all over his body due to wounds, both self-inflicted and whatnot. Somewhat of a mullet. A half-mullet if you will. A big ole ahoge sticking outta his head. Really small pupils in contrast to Cecile's big buggy ones. Mostly wears baggy clothing to hide his small form. Winterwear consists of one singular dusty, scruffy black coat. Very defined eyebags and dark circles.

Sydney: Hair is curly and sticks out at the end. Long enough to reach her butt. P!Syd wears it in a low ponytail with a yellow scrunchie. C!Syd has the scrunchie on her wrist. Chubby AND tall. Kinda has a Roze Quartz build from SU if you squint. STRETCH MARKS ON HER ASS, STRETCH MARKS ON HER THIGHS, AND STRETCH MARKS ON HER TUMMY. P!Syd also has eyebags, but C!Syd doesn't. Has some French on dad's side. Wears a lot of knitted stuff.

Whitney: Spikey hair, par for the course. His fringe is over his right eye. Not jock-y enough for me to imagine him with longer hair, so short hair Whit it is. Not buff or whatever, just lean. Piercings. Slightly tanned skin. Voice is real sandy from chainsmoking. Like Kylar, Whit also has small pupils. Favors outerwear. Leather jacket leather jacket leather jacket.

Robin: Soft brown 3b hair. Doesn't braid (as if she can even afford it), just let it flows, but cuts it to underneath her shoulder just a bit. Hair texturee is similar to Cotton Candy Garnet from SU. Plump body shape. Robin's sundress is shaped a bit different from Cecile's sundress. Pastel purple, short bell sleeves, low-cut and high waisted. Clothing almost always have a floral pattern. Queen of tuck.

Alex: Mayor of Butchtropolis here. You know Applejack from MLP? Yeah. Hair is probably shoulder-length but done up in one of those low ponytails that sticks out at the end. Straw in her mouth kinda girl. Freckles. Red-flannel shirt that's tired into a knot near the end and a wife-beater underneath. Jeans are patched every where. Prolly part-Irish.

Avery: My beautiful Desi wife. Has one of those wavy hairstyles that's cut around the shoulders that just screams evil rich MIL(F). Outfit has layers, multiple. Work clothes is a blouse + a jacket she throws on her shoulder connected by a golden chain + a long peplum skirt. Sapphire & silver.

Eden: Facial hair ranges between a beard and stubble, depending on my mood. It's not just a bush, it's the whole fucking rainforest. Three claw marks on his back. Top surgery scars spell out his name if you're high enough. Lots of scars on other places. Inside his ramshackle hunting coat is a sewn-up pocket. Inside the pocket is a letter between him and Bailey from all the way back then.

[kleftiko]

❦ LET’S MAKE A MOVIE

“your boyfriend decides that the best way to show others that you’re his is to make a movie with you as the leading actress”

cw: slight dubcon (dabi doesn’t ask the reader before recording, but they’re into it), recording, blowjob, facial, possessiveness, praise, cum eating

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You were a pretty girl, you were going to gain attention. The league didn't have many members—even fewer women—so it wasn't hard for you to stand out effortlessly. You constantly got looks or special treatment, and it was always harmless. When you and Dabi started dating, he loved that everyone wanted you. The thought that he alone got to kiss you had him making out with you in front of the others more than once just to show you off. However, as time went on, Dabi's possessiveness began to overshadow his initial admiration. He started to want more, feeling like he needed to mark his territory and assert his dominance over you.

He just felt like the other guys needed a reminder that you were his.

So when he saw you sitting with Shigaraki, the two of you having lunch, he didn't like how his blood boiled as you giggled at him and let him brush off the crumbs from your mouth that you kept missing. He brushed past the both of you and told you he wanted to see you in your room.

"C'mere, pretty thing." Your boyfriend called. He was sitting on the unmade bed, fingers curled to beckon you over to him.

With a smile on your face, you moved between his open legs, sinking into his touch as his scarred hands traced your body. You didn't react when he slipped under your shorts; you were too focused on the look in his eyes.

"No wonder those bastards can't keep their eyes off you." He muttered, grabbing the flesh of your ass under your clothes. You rested your hands on his shoulders, knowing what he was alluding to but not giving it much thought.

"You know I'm yours, right?" You said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Of course I do." He pulls you closer to him, making you trip and stumble into his chest. "But I want the others to know too."

You felt a mix of excitement and hesitation as he spoke those words. It was clear that he wanted to stake his claim on you, but a part of you wondered if it was necessary for others to know about your relationship. Nonetheless, you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you as he pulled you closer, making it clear that he wanted everyone to see that you were his.

"And what do you propose?" You hummed, your voice laced with curiosity. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. You two weren't proper by any means, but there were quite a few things you could think of that made your cheeks heat up. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he leaned in, whispering a command that sent a shiver down your spine.

"On your knees."

You obeyed easily; the thrill of his dominance always sent a rush of excitement through your body. But you were not granted any praise, as he smiled darkly at you. Instead, he reached down and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer to his legs, his jeans having formed a slight tent.

You can't help the grin you give as you get to work undoing his pants.

He sighed as you pulled down the zipper.

"Don't even have to tell you what I want, baby; you're so good to me."

You feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at his words, knowing that you have pleased him without him even having to ask. All you want is to continue to do that.

As you slowly slide his pants down, revealing his growing excitement, a surge of arousal courses through your veins. The intensity of the moment fuels your determination to exceed his expectations and leave him breathless with pleasure.

Massaging at the bulge in his boxers, you revelled in the sounds he made and brought down your lips to leave wet kisses through the fabric. You can feel his body tense with anticipation as you tease him, making him yearn for more. With each kiss, you can sense his desire building, and it only fuels your own eagerness to satisfy him completely.

After soaking him through, you eagerly grasped at his briefs and pulled them off, wanting to put your mouth to good use. As you freed him from his constraints, his hardened length sprang free, glistening with anticipation. Your tongue traced along the throbbing vein, eliciting a low moan from him that fueled your hunger even more. The addictive taste of him on your lips only intensified your eagerness to bring him to the brink of ecstasy, making your eyes nearly roll back at the mere thought. You continued to trace every inch of his heavy and pulsating cock, savouring the intoxicating mixture of his desire and your spit. With each gentle flick of your tongue, his hisses grew harsher, driving you to push him further towards pleasure just to hear his praises. The electrifying feeling between you fueled a hunger that could only be satisfied by taking him deeper into your mouth, but before you could take more of him, he stopped you.

⁠⁠⁠⁠With a whimper, you looked up at him, your doe-like eyes coming to rest on his phone instead of his beautiful face. Confused, but not wanting to take him out of your mouth, you hummed, wanting an answer.

His hand came up and rested atop your head, and you closed your eyes to relish the touch.

"Don't worry about this, pretty girl," your boyfriend cooed, "just put on a show for your audience."

The camera picked up on the glitter in your eyes upon your realization of what was going on. You felt a surge of excitement as you realized that you were being filmed, adding an extra layer of thrill to the situation. The thought of performing for an audience ignited a newfound confidence within you as well as neediness, making you shift in an attempt to feel some friction on your pussy.

"Make it messy, baby." He told you, and you went to work.

As you started to move, your body responded to the command, fueled by a mix of anticipation and desire. The camera captured every moment, intensifying the adrenaline rushing through your veins. With each deliberate motion, you pushed yourself further, embracing the freedom of expression and the intoxicating power of being watched.

You willed yourself to dribble more spit onto his cock, mixing it with his salty precum and creating a slick lubrication for your mouth to slide on. As you slowly coaxed him to the back of your throat, you kept eye contact with the camera above you, feeling a sense of liberation and exhilaration. The camera's presence heightened your desire to showcase your uninhibited passion, knowing that every movement and expression would be immortalized on film for an unknown audience to witness.

The hand at the back of your head applied pressure, forcing your nose into his pubic hair and the tip of his cock against the back of your throat. You let out a small choke, not having breathed before you took him all the way, but the smile he gave you made it worth it.

"Such a good girl," he groaned, "want me to fuck your throat?"

Your eyes lit up, and you eagerly nodded.

Touya quickly adjusted himself, bringing your beautiful face into focus on the camera and securing the hand cradling your head. Slowly, he peeled you off his dick, leaving the tip between your soft lips as drool fell. Then he slammed you back down without warning, causing you to choke audibly, but he continued on. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed you, but the trust and connection between you and Touya fueled your desire to please him. As he relentlessly pushed you to your limits, a mix of pleasure and pain coursed through your body, heightening the experience beyond words. You found yourself grinding against the floor, searching for your own release, desperate for the climax that was building within you just from being used by your boyfriend. Every thrust from Touya sent waves of ecstasy through your being, pushing you closer to the edge. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts—a symphony of lust and appetite. You surrendered completely to the man above you, even as tears pricked at your eyes and your face heated up from a lack of oxygen. It was pure bliss to be the object of his desire and to feel his power over you.

You sniffled, trying desperately to catch your breath but not wanting Touya to stop. You clung onto him, craving more of his intoxicating touch and the overwhelming pleasure it brought. As your body trembled with anticipation, you silently prayed that he would continue to take you to new heights of ecstasy, even if it meant sacrificing a momentary respite for the sake of his unyielding dominance.

But then he stopped. Your heart sank as you looked up at him for an answer.

Touya's thumb came to the corner of your mouth and stroked it affectionately—the same spot where Shigaraki had cleaned the crumbs off you. He cooed.

"Poor baby, you want me to stop?" He asked, and you whimpered wantonly, shaking your head as your tears coated your lashes before you looked up into the camera. The worst thing he could do to you at the moment would be to take himself away from you.

"That's my girl." He said and continued to fuck your face.

Your eyes rolled back in bliss, your mind consumed by pleasure as you surrendered completely to his control. Every thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the ecstasy of it all.

As the noises he made grew in urgency, you could tell that he was coming to his high. The sound of his ragged breaths and the tightening grip on your hair indicated his impending release, and you eagerly welcomed it.

"Lemme paint your pretty face, sweetheart." He gasped, and you released him from your mouth.

Touya grasped his cock, stroking it vigorously as he aimed for you. The anticipation built as you closed your eyes and stuck out your tongue obediently, ready to feel his release on your skin. The moment his warm cum splattered across your face, a mix of satisfaction and exhilaration washed over you, making you feel on cloud nine.

Without touching anything, you blinked up at him, waiting for him to tell you how good you were. All he could muster, though, was a groan.

The look you gave him was downright pornographic: cum covering your face, tears staining your lashes, and red cheeks as you heavily caught your breath. He couldn't help but swipe at that same corner of your lip, collecting his cum and pushing it into your mouth, where you sucked it off.

"Good fucking girl." He breathed.

A few minutes later, after he cleaned you up and let you cuddle into him to fall asleep, he started scrolling on his phone. Knowing exactly who he wanted to see the video first, his thumb lingered over a specific contact.

Not even a minute later, Shigaraki sent him a reply, and Touya smirked at the

fuck you.

[babygirl-riley]

Helloo, could you do a Drabble of ghost with a reader who’s insecure about hyperpigmentation on her inner thighs and her privates. Thankss!!!

Sorry if it’s weird ask

Inside and Out

You are insecure about the darken patches on your skin. Simon just doesn’t tell you he shows you how beautiful they really are

A/N: OMG this Anon! I have a old friend that has hyperpigmentation and they are truly beautiful! 🖤🖤 Hope this is something you were thinking of! Hope this is something you like anon! PS not weird at all! I love it 🫶🏻

“Some truths are hard to define.”

Warnings: Angst, fluff, reader!insecure, soft!simon, mentions of smut at the end, small drabble, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You looked down at your thighs in the dress Simon bought you. He thought about you, especially when passing this lingerie set. You bite your lower lip as you stared at the particular large spot of darker skin. You had hyperpigmentations across your body, places that you could hide better than other because you thought they weren’t…the cutest.

You never had Simon seen them, you made sure to wear enough clothing to hide your thighs, upper back, and most embarrassing for you…your lower regions. Simon and you have been dating for 9 months with no clothes off or anything. You would be relieved when Simon didn’t want to have sex early in the relationship let alone few months ago. But now it’s happening.

You want him sure…But you were scared once walking out of the bathroom door that he will leave…think you adds some disgusting human. You inhaled deeply before reaching the handle. “Okay but don’t laugh!” You yelled for him to hear you.

Simon chuckled. “Lovie I would never. ‘M dyin’ to see ya, come show me love.”

You winced as you opened the door slowly, trying to hand the baby doll dress go lower to meet the lady panties. It was truly beautiful, pure white, the dress hugging your sides and SEE THROUGH, panties are a thing that showed everything as well. When you walked out you stood, Simon stood still as he looked at you up and down.

You started go cover yourself feeling like his eyes was burning your skin. Tears starting to fall from your cheeks. Simon’s face changed from desire and adoration to concern and worry. “Si I don’t know, I feel like that it makes me looks like…like….” You started to stumble as he walked closer.

Simon went down to his knees, clicking his tongue. “You better be saying that you look like a fuckin’ angel.”

You shivered once his hands started to place on your skin, especially near the patches of skin you disliked. “But those, they make me look ugly and I don’t want you to be disgu…”

Simon snapped his up at you, your face going red. Never have you seen a man of his stature be on their knees in front of you. Let alone so close to you. Let alone the facial expression he gave you. “Don’t you dare finish that lovie,” His finger tips were light against your skin as he rose up. Standing over you, grabbing your chin with his index finger and thumb. “Ya beautiful these little things make you special.”

“Simon it’s just…” You mumbled tears spilling more before he wiped some with his thumb then moved down your sides.

His hands rubbed up and down your thighs. Your face lighting up red once more. “These ‘patches’ are destinations for me,” You scoffed as you felt his hands squeeze a bit. “Shows me where to kiss the most at, show love for.”

“You’re being dramatic Simon.” You joked as he glared at you before he kissed you softly.

“Hm, maybe so,” He kissed you again before swiping your tongue. “But it’s true. Just like when you say my scars are stars that you love to trace. These marks are mine.” He kissed your neck sucking a bit as he kissed a mark on your shoulder, making you shiver when he softly bit on it.

Simon sloppily kissed it once again. Before he lifted the hem of the babydoll dress to wrap his fingers around your panties. Snapping them. Making you jump and softly moan. “Fuck even your beautiful destinations have marked the one place I would love to devour anytime,” You blushed as you giggled before you slapped his shoulder playfully. Simon chuckled as he kissed your chest. “Maybe the destinations lead me to where the treasure is at.”

Before you could snap a comeback about how the ‘treasure’ is your cunt. He pinched your nipples, rolling them, making you hum and stumble your stance. You hated how your hyperpigmentation was down on your kitty but never once has Simon mentioned about it besides how beautiful it looks. And tastes.

Slowly his touches and actions was making your chest less heavy. No one made you feel that way, make you feel beautiful even though you didn’t feel that way. You knew you are but moments like these makes you feel like you were some beautiful goddess. Simon would kneel for you and show you how he thought you are beautiful and speak adoration of how you are beautiful on the inside. As he knelt he kissed each mark he could find as he led his lips more on your thighs.

You hummed as he kissed further up to where you needed him the most. Simon sucked on one of your bigger marks on the inner of your thigh. You gasped as you grabbed his blonde locks. It made your stomach turn the way he kissed and sucked on it. Simon bites it harder than your shoulder and then stopped as he stood up, kissing more spots, watching you make your lip pout. He smiled as he kissed you passionately. “Get on the bed dove,” He mumbled against your lips while pushing your panties down. “Let me show ya how beautiful you really are.”

[skepticdoe]

domestic South Park headcanons maybe?

Hi Anon!!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!

Okay so I’m just listing characters and random ass headcanons because there is no way to organise my brain lmaoo

This is when they’re college aged so all moved out into dorms/houses and the whole shabang

Kyle:

He is either an ICE COLD SHOWER type of person or a SCALDING HOT SHOWER typer of person. Absolutely no in between.

absolutely LOATHES ikea furniture. When he gets new furniture for his dorm, it takes him an entire day to put a bookshelf together because the instructions are just pictures and it drives him nuts and he has to like FaceTime five people and it’s a conjoined effort to get the bookshelf up.

Since he has thick hair and I hc him to be a headphone user, he constantly goes through the crisis of trying to wear them over his hair.

only ever invests in those chargeable vacuums because one time when he was vacuuming near a staircase, he tripped over the cord and fell and ate shit on the stairs. The thing bruised the most was his ego and his sanity 💔

Since his dad is a lawyer, he learned how to tie a tie when he was younger so he is the one that ties his friends ties when they’re going out for a formal event and it drives him nuts.

He takes handwritten notes during his lectures and then spends hours transferring them to his laptop

He hates people who wear sunglasses inside

He used to hate having any kind of facial hair but someone told him he has babyface once and now he only maintenance shaves.

Stan:

Does dog walking as a side hustle but gets WAYYY too attached to the dogs he walks for an hour.

He’s like one of those people that ALWAYS HAVE SOCKS ON like Kyle has known him from like basically birth and he’s seen Stan’s feet like twice.

Has one of those mini basketball hoop things in his room but he lost the small ball that came with it like the day he got it and so he just tosses random items in there when he’s bored because why not and he’s also our #1 boyfailure so

He was one of those small babies who had a really big ego. Like when he was an infant he had the BIGGEST ego. Baby Stan had BEEF with baby Kyle because Kyle started walking first and got all the attention which bruised Stan’s ego so he in turn intentionally crawled himself off a table for the attention. He still has a small scar on his forehead to prove it (Sharon makes fun of him but Stan can’t remember cause he was an infant so its really funny)

Would sticker-ify EVERTHING. His water bottle, laptop, phone case etc. literally anything he can get his hands on.

LOATHES doing the dishes because he hates it when water runs down his arms.

Records his lectures and his ‘study’ is just listening to the recordings over and over again

Kenny:

Would love the minions movie. Like unironically don’t ask me why but I feel like he would get really strong cuteness aggression when he sees minions 😭

Would try busking at least once in his life but with a harmonica and he would just play Billy Joel on repeat.

Babysits the neighbours kids and is a favourite and ends up driving carpool for all his mom friend’s kids.

He has like iron scorch marks on a bunch of his clothes cause he consistently leaves the iron on and gets distracted and because he has an addiction to those iron on patches and he never reads the instructions and leaves them under the iron for too long.

He would absolutely have a random stop sign in his room.

When he moves for college, he hates not being close to Karen and Kevin so he makes sure to invite them over regularly and spends the entire day cleaning because he wants to impress them😭

Cartman:

Makes those insane and probably toxic breakfast burritos and has caused several communal kitchen microwave incidents.

For some reason, I feel like he would be the type to get his own everything. Like if Kenny, Stan, and Kyle share one toaster, Cartman just has his own. He even has his own shelf in the fridge lmaoo. But yes he would get his own appliances and even a doormat for his room in the dorm and he would get so mad if anyone even breathed near his personal items.

Always takes the aux no matter who’s car it is. You’ll literally have to pry it out of his cold dead hands.

Is a DEVOTED belieber. Also a diehard 1D fan and literally mourned when Liam Payne died. He was truly manifesting the 1D reunion.

Fell for the TikTok shifting era and sweared by it and now goes around and denies it ever happened

Has a sims 4 version of everyone and uses the sims as a coping mechanism instead of just murder (😭 the pool death method…)

Also just owns a golf cart he drives around college campus that he claims is a medical aid

I just KNOW the campus underpaid barista hates to see him come in.

Pays a random high schooler to sneak into his college lectures and write down notes for him.

These are really random and not really COMPLETE but I think a lot of these can stem off into other ideas. I’m also writing these half asleep and with a finicky keyboard that has a five second lag 💔 I was also going to include more characters and potentially ships (rarepairs hate to see me coming) but I think ill dedicate another post to that. Anyways, it is SO refreshing to write these headcanons again after lowkey abandoning tumblr for weeks at a time. Thank you to all the people who stayed and have been super supportive I love you all 😭

[a-revised-history-of-erdas]

Character Designs

At long last, here is the masterpost for the main characters' designs. This is how they appear in my head, and how they will appear in A Revised History of Erdas. So much thought (and research) has gone into this. I've taken a lot of creative liberty here, but I hope you enjoy how I envision these characters!

Conor

For Conor, I drew inspiration from Celtic and more specifically Irish culture.

He has strawberry-blond hair, as shown on the covers of Hunted and The Dragon's Eye. The colour is usually described as reddish-blond or reddish-gold because the term "strawberry-blond" does not exist in Erdas, but for clarity's sake I have named it as such here. It is slightly wavy and long enough to rest on his shoulders. Occasionally, he will incorporate braids into his hairstyle in light of his elevated status after the war. Otherwise, it is left loose. His pale skin is sprinkled all over with freckles; he has gotten a lot of them more since he left Eura, due to sun exposure. His eyes are green as described in Against the Tide.

He is chubby and muscular in equal measures. His weight is known to fluctuate due to the harrowing events he goes through on the daily, but he normally has a generous amount of extra fat all over. He started off on the shorter side, but had an impressive growth spurt during the war and the year after. His final height is 5'6.5", or 5'7" (170 cm) by rounding up, which he reaches by age sixteen. This is a little above average for Euran men.

When his facial hair starts to come in, he lets it grow, resulting in a patchy beard by the time he is sixteen. Shaving is not in a Euran shepherd’s nature.

He is physically disabled in two ways. The first is that he is missing the first joint on his left index finger from being bitten by an unidentified animal in Fire and Ice. The second is the permanent limp in his right leg from a broken ankle in The Dragon's Eye that healed badly. He uses his bond token, Pathfinder, to support himself when he walks.

Many scars crisscross his face, arms, legs and back, but they aren't easily visible against his pale skin. The ones that stand out the most are the burn scars from the fire Kovo unleashed in Sadre, particularly one running along his jaw. The spiral-shaped mark of the Wyrm on his forehead eventually shrinks and fades away to nothing, much to his relief.

His tattoo of Briggan is on his right bicep, frozen mid-run.

While not a physical trait, he has a heavy Euran accent that is comparable to Irish in the real world. At times it can be hard for non-Eurans to understand, but luckily his friends know him well enough to decipher his speech even when it is thickest.

He wears the simplest clothing of the bunch: Just a beige tunic, grass-stained trousers and a pair of warm sheepskin boots from home. His thick travelling cloak is worn over his shoulders, fastened to one side by a wolf-shaped brooch. He rarely swaps out his travelling cloak for a regular one, preferring its weight.

The head of his hand axe is inlaid with silver designs. He covers the blade with a piece of leather and keeps it in his belt by way of a special loop, with his cloak gathered over the arm that draws it.

Abeke

For Abeke, I took inspiration from the Yoruba and Igbo ethnic groups of Nigeria.

Her coily dark hair ends just below her shoulders. It is worn in braids that begin at her hairline and trail down her scalp in straight lines, ending in up to twenty individual braids. She often stacks wooden or green beads on the ends. This style of braids is unique to her tribe. It also denotes her marital status; Yufandi girls and women wear their hair in braids if they are unmarried, and loose or covered if they are married. She only ties her braids back when she is hunting, travelling, fighting or doing some other kind of physical activity, letting them down at times when the group is resting. She has warm-toned dark brown skin with some freckles scattered here and there, mostly on her arms and face. Her eyes are dark brown.

She is broad-shouldered but lean, with toned arms and legs. Her final height is 5'8" (172 cm), which she reaches by age fifteen. This is considered fairly tall by Niloan standards. She has been the tallest member of the Four since the very beginning.

Like many Niloans, she has tribal marks on her face. Three long, thick, vertical grooves on each cheek indicate that she is of the Yufandi tribe, and three smaller ones in the middle of her forehead indicate that she is both Marked and a Rain Dancer. Chinwe cut the latter three onto her skin immediately after she summoned Uraza, as part of the ritual. This is an age-old cultural practice, one Abeke harbours no ill feelings about.

She has a number of other scars, both from the war and from her life as a hunter in Nilo. These are quite noticeable due to her dark skin tone. The most prominent is a mass of scar tissue on her left shoulder from when Tai Li stabbed her in Fire and Ice. The wound left her with permanent nerve damage, and she still experiences mild discomfort and tingling in that area. She also experiences numbness and increased sensitivity to cold in her toes from the deep frostbite she sustained whilst in Arctica.

As a tattoo, Uraza crouches on her right forearm, claws extended.

She speaks with an elegant western Niloan accent, similar to a Nigerian one on Earth.

She prefers light, comfortable clothing that allows for ease of movement. In Nilo, she wore a simple wrap made of handwoven cloth. When she joined the Conquerors and later the Greencloaks, she switched to more practical clothing for the colder environment: A long-sleeved white shirt under a length of goatskin and a pair of light pants. The triangular, tasselled thing at her waist on the book covers is a small bag, attached to her woven grass belt and used to store her personal belongings. She has leather shoes, more like slippers, that allow her to move silently. If the environment demands it, she will switch to hardier, but still graceful, boots. She prefers to wear her regular cloak over one shoulder, but wears her travelling cloak over both so it doesn't trip her up.

She uses a self bow, well-made, crafted from Niloan wood and embellished with subtle yet beautiful carvings. Lenori gifted it to her after the war, with the help of the Keeper. When not in use, it will either be unstrung (for long-distance travel) or left as is (if she needs it at the ready). In both cases, it is carried on her back, secured to her quiver.

During their stay in the Gulf of Amaya with the Conquerors, Abeke and Shane got matching beaded bracelets to represent their friendship. These bracelets are recurring items for the both of them that provide comfort and, later, anguish. Abeke stopped wearing hers after Shane's betrayal, but could never bring herself to get rid of it. Inexplicably, she thought to take it in her bag when she and Rollan set out from Greenhaven in Fall of the Beasts. When she made up with Shane, they discovered, to their shared surprise, that they had kept their bracelets the whole time. Abeke's is gold, white and black with striking geometric patterns, evoking the Huichol beading style of Mexico. It is one of her most meaningful possessions.

Meilin

The Han dynasty of Imperial China is where the inspiration for Meilin's character came from. Central Zhong overall is meant to be reminiscent of this period.

She has tan skin and long, straight, silky black hair which is usually styled in a topknot behind her head, with or without short plaits running down the sides (the hairstyle she is shown with on the cover of Blood Ties). Her eyes are a brown so dark they appear almost black.

Her build is stocky and well-muscled; she could not be called slender. Her final height is 5'3" (160 cm), which she reaches by age fifteen. This is the average for women in central Zhong, and makes her the smallest member of the Four.

It is perhaps a testament to her skill in battle that she has by far the least physical scars of the Four. The most noticeable are the light burn scars on her back that wrap around to her right shoulder from the fire in Sadre, and even then, those are covered up in public.

For her pierced ears, she usually opts for small teardrop earrings made of jade or silver.

Her tattoo of Jhi rests on the back of her dominant hand. She made the bold decision to get more tattoos in Jano Rion after the Second Great War: A sword, modelled after her own legendary Sword of Teng, along her inner right forearm, with a Yin Yang symbol at the tip near her wrist. These tattoos hold great personal meaning.

Though she speaks the common tongue with ease, she has a discernible central Zhongese accent, which could be likened to a Chinese one in the real world.

Her usual attire is a paofu robe (more specifically jiaolingpao) over a sleeveless white shirt and beige trousers, with a belt or sash at her waist and black leather boots. The robes she favours are knee-length, allowing for freer movement, padded for warmth and with fitted leather sleeve-cuffs to restrain the wide sleeves and protect her wrists and forearms. Her favourite robe is made of red silk and embroidered with dragons. She wears her travelling cloak over her shoulders, but is also known to don a green robe instead, especially for regular wear. In general, she gravitates to stronger colours like reds and oranges. She dresses the most vibrantly (and expensively) of the Four.

Generally, Meilin presents herself in a masculine way. Her favoured clothing, accessories and even hairstyle are more typical of men in Imperial Zhong. On top of gravitating to these styles because they are simply the most practical for a warrior, Meilin feels more comfortable and like herself in men's clothing, and enjoys dressing this way because of how confined she felt when conforming to the standard imposed on Zhongese women.

Her sword, the legendary Sword of Teng, is a jian that has been passed down through her family for many generations. In times when she needs it strapped to her, she will wear a belt instead of a sash to hold it in its scabbard.

Her trademark accessory is a small Yin Yang amulet attached to a silk thread, meant to be worn as a necklace, but often just carried by her side. It was her last birthday gift from her father, given to her on the day she summoned Jhi. This amulet later becomes her bond token, Peacefinder.

Rollan

Although the original books made it a little ambiguous, from details sprinkled throughout and especially the description of Aidana, we can conclude that Rollan is the Erdas equivalent of Native American. In ARHoE, this is an integral part of Rollan's character. For his tribe, I referenced the Algonquian (and more specifically Wabanaki) peoples of eastern Canada.

He has weathered, light brown skin and long, thick, straight black hair. In the first arc, he wore his hair loose or tied back in a ponytail. After the war, when he and his mother had the opportunity to reconnect with their tribe in Amaya after being isolated from them for so long, Rollan adopted many of their customs. He came back with his hair in two braids, a style that had been practised by the Wascow and many other Amayan tribes for centuries. His eyes are dark brown.

Years of malnourishment on the streets made Rollan leaner and lighter-built than the others, and even while living the good life at Greenhaven he remains somewhat scrawny. For the same reason, his final height of 5'4" (162 cm), which he reaches by age sixteen, is below average for northern Amayan men.

He isn't able to grow nearly as much facial hair as Conor -- just a few dark hairs above his upper lip. He scrapes off his thin moustache when circumstances allow it, in accordance with his tribe's customs.

When he was a child, he was caught stealing and had his nose slit as punishment. The scar left behind is one of his most recognisable features. He has too many other scars to mention.

Both of his ears are pierced, a procedure he had done while staying with his tribe. He owns and wears a variety of earrings, but his favourites are a pair of feathers that fell from Essix.

Essix's tattoo is emblazoned on his upper chest, her outstretched wingtips skimming his collarbones. He has a multitude of other tattoos, all of which were done during his time with the Wascow. His whole body is marked with symbols representing his tribe, spirit animal and achievements, including one for every battle he has won. The process was gruelling, but Rollan's ego has soared since getting them.

The subject of his accent is an interesting one, because unlike the other three, Rollan didn't grow up speaking the language of his people. Common is the only language he is fluent in, and, of course, he didn't grow up with a fixed person to influence how he spoke it. The result is his accent being an odd blend of speech habits from the constantly changing cast of people around him -- his mother, the people at the orphanage, the Widow Renata, his street gang and even foreign traders who spent time in Concorba. There is influence not only from different Amayan tribes in his pronunciation patterns, but parts of Eura and Zhong. Conor, Abeke and Meilin have never heard anything like it.

He typically wears a long-sleeved grey shirt, trousers and a pair of deerskin moccasins. Even though his choice of attire is rather simple, it is worth more than anything he ever owned as an orphan in Concorba. Beadwork features prominently on his clothing and accessories, including on his earrings, in patches sewn on his trousers and moccasins, and his treasured sash (which is best visible on the cover of Fire and Ice). His worn green cloak hangs around his shoulders. He doesn't own a regular one, only Tarik's travelling cloak.

The dagger he favours is a straight, mean-looking blade with an ornate hilt. He keeps it sheathed at his belt when not in use.

I thought it would be fitting to give them all a matching item. Something they carry around that reminds them of each other. Of their team. So, while in the capital of Zhong on their victory march after the war, the friends came across a collection of attraction charms and decided to each buy one. They were made of semi-precious stones, small and teardrop-shaped, attached to a little ring with a cap of silver or gold. They each chose a stone with meaning that resonated with them. Conor's is labradorite, which symbolises inner peace. Abeke's is sunstone, which stands for strength. Meilin's is amethyst, which symbolises balance. Rollan's is garnet, for clarity. The kids paired them with charms of their spirit animals and wear them in various ways -- on bracelets, in pockets, on necklaces close to their hearts. Every time they look at them, even if they are a thousand miles away from the people who keep the other pieces of the set, they think of their family.

There you have it, the altered character designs for the Four Heroes! These will be incorporated into the ARHoE masterdoc when it is completed. More pivotal characters to follow!

Part two

[neverchecking]

NSFW Alphabet- Fierce Deity Edition

And the winner of the poll (Which isn't technically over) is, in a surprising turn of events, Fierce! Sage had the lead for a while and then it was Legend, and then the man himself pulled ahead!

I was watching it the whole time while writing this like "you better not change."

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's the silent broody type, but every touch of his is startlingly soft. But he's pretty good at aftercare, all things considered! He's probably the type to have a set routine that he goes through each and every time. A wipe down and then a bath and then probably letting you lay on his chest while he towel dries you off <33

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his partner? Everything. He can't chose. That would be sacrilegious. He loves every part of you. Every bump, scar, insecurity is what makes you, you. And he'll be damned before he doesn't worship every inch of your entire being.

On him? (I'll have everyone know I almost put hands here. AGAIN.) Probably his back or chest. Now, I know that sounds weird, but it's the first place your hands mark in glorious streaks of white when he's buried deep within you. It's one of the only places he can wear the marks you have graced him with so proudly. It's where you sign your name and place your claim on his heart, soul and entire being.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Man cums a lot. Be forewarned. It's thick and it's creamy and there's always a lot. Another Link with those heavy breeder balls, you know? Ones just begging to be drained into your pretty little hole. Which is exactly where he does it. Every single time. Anywhere else is a waste.

And he refuses to be wasteful.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is always secretly terrified that he could somehow in someway hurt you. So when you take control and ride him, bouncing up and down, over and over and over again, he just feels himself fall deeper into devotion for you. Because you aren't afraid. He's slaughtered thousands. And yet, you cradle him like he is a saint. This is only proven when your above him, using him like a toy and trusting that he won't do anything to take back control.

Because he won't.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fierce was never one for sex. I'm gonna go right off the bat with that. In fact, you're probably his first. That being said, if he lets you sleep with him, he's probably finding ways to spend the rest of his immortal years with you. You aren't leaving him. He won't let you. He's only willing to learn your body. What makes you tick. Not anyone else. He has no care for anyone else.

And he's a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary all the way. He'll do others, but I can't see him really enjoying them. With Missionary he gets to watch your facial features and the way you heave breath after heavy breath, watching as he disappears into your greedy little hole over and over again.

So yeah, he loves missionary. Even if a breeding press also has it's place in his chest cavity (bc I'm not sure if he has a heart hfof)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You're kidding, right?

This man has no sense of humor. Period. Maybe he'll give you a small twitch of his lips, but other than that, he's the same stoic faced, bare boned man he portrays. So if he doesn't laugh during the times he's clothed, there's like negative chances of him doing it when he's naked.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I like to think every part of him is strictly uniform. Every part. His pubic hair is nicely groomed and trimmed and still the same stark white as the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I could go either way with this. On one hand, he probably doesn't know a whole lot about Romance. Just devotion. And his devotion is so whole and honest in a way I don't think I could truly describe. Everything he does is for you. Your attention. Your approval. Your everything.

On another hand, if his lover wishes for romance, he shall do all the research necessary to ensure he is properly versed in every courting method there is. Anything his darling wants. Their wish is his command.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never. Not once. He has zero interest in touching himself. None at all. As far as he's concerned, his dick is yours and yours alone. He merely carries it around. He has no right to touch whats yours.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

HUGE CORRUPTION KINK.

There I said it. He's so into taking this pristine art of the Golden three and just absolutely ruining it. Making your eyes red and puffy with tears as you cry out for him, bruising the delicate flesh on your hips with a grip tight enough to keep you in place, claiming you in every way you claim him as the biggest fuck you to the goddesses who blessed you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere private. He has absolutely no interest in sharing the view of you. That is his and his alone. He believes that sex is such an intimate thing, it's his holy time.

And he doesn't share

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. Anything with you. You could breath in his direction and he's hard and ready to go. If you give him the opportunity, he'll worship you all day every day. Just give him the word.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any form of physical harm. He refuses to do that. Absolutely refuses. His hands are stained with thousands of years of blood and he refuses to let yours be there as well.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving all the way. That is his purest form of devotion and that's his sacred time. He could spend hours down there if you'd let him. So please let him. Plus, he's a god at oral. He's so focused on you and your reactions, you have no complaints regarding his head game.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Anything his lover wants. If they want slow and sensual, he'll do it. Fast and rough? He's pinning them down. Long, hard drags? Done. Shallow thrusts that have you crying out? Anything you wish.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates them. Hates them hates them hates them. SO MUCH. He refuses to rush his prayers to you. REFUSES. It's frankly insulting to insinuate he would ever do such a thing. He is taking his time in taking you apart and not speeding up even for the end of the world.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nope. No risks. Anything risking his time with you is a big no-no. That's his special time. His moment of prayer and devotion and it is not to be interrupted.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

All day and all night. The only thing stopping him is his partner pressing the red light. He can go forever if you'd let him. He has no limit. He is a Deity after all. <3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

None. Hates them too. Why have something as stupid as a toy there to try and please you when he does it well enough on his own? Why have any form of an imposter when he is there? Why insult his abilities with knockoffs like that?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys it at any given point, but not a lot. Just enough to have his lover crying out his name. Just enough to have them yearning for him in just a fraction of the way he yearns for them.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

SILENT. Wouldn't say shit if he had a mouthful. Why bother? Any noise he makes is just taking away from what your crying out and he refuses to distract himself from that pure choir. A hymn of his own making.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If his lover asked, he'd let them peg him. He'd bottom for his lover. He'd give away any control if it meant keeping his lover. Want to wrap him up in satin red ribbons and keep his limbs starfished for your exploration?

He'd do it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

PACKING BIG HEAT Like, it's almost too big to take. Ten to eleven inches with GIRTH, maybe twelve when hard. Veiny too and he's circumcised. Has the prettiest head, just a lovely red that you can't help but want to suck. And BIG BREEDER BALLS <333

Just drain them dry babes <33

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could go at any time, he just hides it. You say the word and he's following like an obedient puppy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does not sleep. He's holding you and watching to ensure you take every breath he needs you to take. He's watching you all night just to make sure you live to see the next day <3

[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

[fallingtowers]

the fact that buffy goes through All That and comes out still pretty and blonde and with perfect makeup can, of course, be chalked up to bog-standard misogynist beauty norms. female characters on tv were, and largely still are, groomed and beautified to a level frankly unattainable for any real person, buffy maybe more than most. sarah michelle gellar was an official spokesperson for maybelline during the shows run, and buffy's appearance was geared towards bringing in male viewers; of course she was never going to be anything other than unrealistically beautiful.

and yet, somehow, in the context of the story, it works! look, far be it from me to ever, EVER say a female character design is better without scars, and if any other character went through the kind of shit buffy regularly goes through and didn't end up with a scar or two to show for it, i'd call it stupid and cowardly. hell, i'll call it stupid and cowardly in the case of buffy too! certainly her lack of physical scarring wasn't primarily motivated by attention to story or theme. all the same, it manages to dovetail really neatly with those things in a way that imo adds to the character.

in-universe, we can confidently assume the reason buffy isn't covered in scars is that she has that slayer healing factor going for her. she gets hurt, but even major injuries heal quickly and don't leave a trace. good thing, too -- the show already has a hell of a time selling the idea that she's somehow keeping her identity as the slayer a secret, and it would be that much tougher for us to suspend our belief if this purportedly normal high school girl was walking around with the marks of violent conflict on her face.

the fact that she doesn't -- that she is outwardly normal -- ties into the thematic aspect of this. because we know buffy isn't normal; she's the slayer, and she's got plenty of psychological scars to prove it. at various points in the show, she lashes out from post-traumatic stress; she goes catatonic; she spends an entire season depressed and engaging in self-harm. in short, my girl is fucked up! crucially, though, she only ever makes this anyone else's problem when things reach a boiling point and she can't keep it bottled up anymore. she's the slayer, and that, to buffy's mind, means shouldering the burden of being the slayer alone. she maintains a double facade: an outward one, for the benefit of the wider world, where she pretends to be a normal girl; and the one she puts up around her friends, where she pretends to be okay. she's fucked up inside, but she doesn't show it. scars on the inside, but none on the outside.

in fact, we do see buffy with a scar once -- her wishverse counterpart in "the wish" has a prominent facial scar. not coincidentally, that version of buffy is a lot less concerned with appearances ‐‐ in terms of clothes, hair, and makeup, as well as in terms of behavior. wishverse buffy has been through the wringer, but unlike real-world buffy, she makes no attempt to hide it. she's hardened, cynical, jaded. she wears her scars on the outside.

it's also worth nothing that wishverse buffy's behavior is very reminiscent of faith's in a way that is likely intentional. that entire season is all about contrasting buffy with faith, her shadow self who represents her selfish impulse to cut loose and cross all the boundaries she's set for herself -- which would include her need to keep up appearances.

so: a line can be drawn between the doylist unnaturalness of buffy's appearance and the watsonian unnaturalness of her behavior. her proximity to, and emulation of, faith results in a thematic move away from that unnaturalness. this is in a season that's noted for its homoerotic undertones, wherein the show goes out of its way to establish parallels between faith and buffy's big dumb hetero star-crossed lover angel. hmmmm!!!

(also, lest we forget season 6, which buffy spends flirting with the temptation to drop the pretense and indulge in her own selfish desires, a temptation which is embodied by another shadow self, who has -- wait for it -- a prominent facial scar.)

in conclusion, a cool facial scar, an hour alone in a rage room, and getting fucked right by a girl might not have fixed buffy summers, but it couldn't have hurt. discuss