#I loved her angular little face it was so much fun

[riicahr]

Finally updated my headcanons for the main Ninja's appearances ♡ The ones from last year looked ew to me so this was overdue.

Lloyd: I know he doesn't have curly hair, but I was unhappy with the way I drew it before so I tried something different and really liked this so I stuck with it. Light freckles, scars too obviously. The little braid is a personal touch of mine representing a connection to my OC hehe

Nya: the markings from her Ocean form were so pretty I had to keep them faintly, and the blue streaks in her hair seemed fitting too. Also a small nose piercing because she would. I love giving her turquoise colors too. Round face features

Kai: his spiky hair is always a challenge so I tried finding a way that's easier for me to draw. I love giving him a mullet too. Slightly crooked nose, sharp features overall & moles. Lotsa ear piercings. Tattoos probably as well

Zane: the most fun to do, his robotic features give a lot of freedom to work with. Making his hair half dark half white was a random idea but I love it now. Straight and angular features

Cole: wider face and body shape, long scar from his forehead down to the eye. I gave my best drawing dreads for him and I think I did well. Orange-green eyes from his ghost phase. Oh and a slight stubble, I thought it fit him well. Originally wanted to give Kai one too, maybe next time

Jay: saw a cosplay of him with this lightning scar across his face and I loved it so much I took it over. Also heterochromia for him, it just feels right. Lots of freckles, super fluffy hair. One hair streak looks like a lightning bolt. Soft shapes and features

Bonus ~☆°•.*

Ninjago OC yeaahh ♡

Nemari: Sharp jawline, pointy chin and nose. Very light freckles, big scar on right shoulder. Pointy ears, few ear piercings.

[vulpisnocturna]

In your opinion if you are creating girlfriends for Naruto Sasuke itachi kakachi ans shisui how do you imagine them as terms of personality and appearances and what they be their dynamic in bed?

Oooh interesting. You said girlfriend, but I may slip with some of them lmao 💀

MILD NSFW from now, minors please don’t make me call your parents/guardian :(

Naruto: this man is a pure ray of sunshine. In my opinion, he would love a girl who is quiet and hides their emotions but feels intensely. He would love someone who is determined and willing to never give up, because he would admire her. He also needs someone who is as clingy as he is. Even secretly so, but he needs to never feel lonely.

Appearance, I think Naruto likes very feminine, very soft-looking women (bro grew up with Jiraiya talking about titties all day, who can blame him though). Other than that, I think he would really like big, expressive eyes.

In bed, I see Naruto as a switch. I think he can be a very soft dom, with a bit of a praise kink and a sailor’s mouth, and I think he would love for a girl to take some control too. It keeps it interesting and fun.

Sasuke: oooh, this one’s a bit tricky. Sasuke would fall for someone who never gives up on him, the one who stayed (so Naruto basically). Someone who knows how to express their feelings, because he’s not very good at it. He would also appreciate someone who pushes him to be better, though he’d deny it.

As appearance, I don’t think Sasuke cares that much. I think he would like someone on the shorter side. He lost his whole family, and I think it would make him feel as though he’s protecting that person.

In bed, Sasuke’s a very hard dom. Wants all the control, big humiliation kink and big massive colossal breeding kink (so why the fuck he only got one daughter??? like hello??? what about your clan sir??). He would like a girl who pushes back a bit, because he likes the challenge. But too much, and he gets annoyed and rougher.

Itachi: sweet little Itachi. I feel as though he would love someone who’s much more open and outspoken than he is, someone he finds intelligent but not in a pretentious way. He would want someone who makes him feel warm. Someone optimistic that can make him smile.

Itachi does not really make preferences for appearance. I think he would fall for personality and notice appearance after. But if I needed to say a few traits, I think he would need something striking that caught his attention. Really beautiful eyes or a unique hair colour. Even something like a scar on their face.

Itachi’s such a soft dom. He’s tuned in on his partner’s pleasure, big on praise kink and overstimulation (and breeding kink). He likes to be able to make his partner feel good. But when he’s rough, he’s veeeeery rough. If he gets possessive or his partner’s teased him a little too much, I think he would get very relentless and rough, lots of edging and dirty talk.

Kakashi: I think Kakashi would also need someone who’s quite optimistic and sweet, but more soft-spoken. He would like the shared silence, the understanding. I think he would appreciate honesty and hard work, but also determination and humour. That man’s had too much tragedy in his life.

You can’t tell me Kakashi wouldn’t like a curvy girl. God he reads Jiraiya’s books all day. Jiraiya’s obsessed with Tsunade’s titties (so am I) and I bet the mc of Icha Icha has got 106cm too. So Kakashi, I think, would love a girl with some curves. But also very soft features, I think.

Kakashi the brat-tamer. Literally. He loves the bickering, but he’ll put you in your place. He would be insatiable and ready to try anything. Not too comfortable with letting go of control, though.

Shisui: this man is so bisexual. He gives me fruity vibes. I think he would like someone he finds very pretty and sweet, maybe a bit shy. He also likes humour, so someone who can make him laugh. He’s also very protective.

In the realm of appearance, I think Shisui likes more angular features. He’s got such a baby face and chubby cheeks lol he’s so cute. I think he would like someone who looks very refined.

Shisui is also a switch imo. Fine with whatever, just wants a good tumble. He’s got a lot of stamina, and is quite enthusiastic. He makes his partner feel so so wanted all the time

[shadowqueenjude]

I wrote a little Rhysta.

@ennawrite @kateprincessofbluewhales

Rhysand woke up with a stinging pain around his neck. He lifted his hand towards the source of the pain, then found something that felt distinctly like a knife digging deeper.

His eyes flew open, and for a wild moment, he thought it was Feyre standing before him. But no. The face that surveyed him had stronger features. Eyes just a little more grey, lips a little more full, brows quite a bit more angular, her gold hair a tumble of waves down either shoulder. A cunning face-calculating. And one that held a knife to his throat.

“Wake up,” she hissed. Rhysand blinked blearily, trying to focus on her. Despite being human, he found her to be prettier than the cursebreaker. He could only imagine how devastating she would be as a faerie.

“What?” Rhysand croaked, not daring to speak too loud else that dagger pierce his skin. How in Prythian had this human girl got a hold of an ash knife? What was with this family?

“I want to know what exactly you’re playing at,” Nesta answered, her simmering glare branding him even in the dark. Rhysand’s heart rate kicked up; was it more or less embarrassing that it wasn’t from fear?

“Nothing. I’m just here to protect Prythian and the human lands from Hybern’s corruption,” Rhysand said mechanically.

Nesta snorted delicately. “Spare me the bullshit. Even if Feyre bought into that molded loaf of bread, I am not so gullible.” She bent closer to him, her tantalizingly soft hair brushing against his cheek. “Or did you use your faerie magic to hoodwink her? For the Feyre I know would not change her loyalties so fast, and last I knew, she was in love with Tamlin.”

Rhysand tried to swallow a couple of times before she gave up. “Tamlin treated her poorly. So she left.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. I was mean to her for years and she never wavered in her loyalties. So tell me what you’ve done to her, High Lord.”

Rhysand stared into her silver eyes, the loathing palpable in them at the nearer distance. How should he answer this? The truth? He imagined that wouldn’t go down very well with her. With lies? She didn’t seem the least bit fooled by them.

“Nothing. It was Tamlin who changed her.”

Rhysand didn’t have time to react before Nesta drove the knife into his shoulder. Too much in pain to even scream, all he could manage was a pitiful whimper. God, he had forgotten how much ash stings. He hadn’t encountered such weapons since the war centuries ago.

“You really think you can fool me, Amarantha’s whore?” Nesta demanded.

Rhysand stilled at the nickname. “How did you-?”

“Feyre told me everything that transpired between her arriving in Prythian and when she came back. You were what prompted Tamlin to send her away. A loyal servant of that bitch who tormented Prythian for decades.”

“You don’t understand. It was all an act-“

Nesta twisted the knife in his shoulder, and Rhysand let out another pained moan. Blood was all over his shirt, his skin sticky. “Killing twelve kids isn’t an act, you coward. I already told you I won’t be easily fooled.” Nesta bared her teeth, looking every inch the faerie Feyre could never be despite her super strength and pointed ears. In spite of the blinding pain, Rhysand breathed out a laugh. “Oh, pity you aren’t the Cursebreaker. You’re a lot more fun than the huntress.”

Nesta wrenched the knife out of his shoulder, causing even more pain as she returned the knife to his throat. “And I’m about to be a lot more fun if you don’t tell me what you did to Feyre in the next thirty seconds.”

Gods, she was magnificent. Well, Rhysand could offer a partial truth that would hopefully appease this powerful woman.

“I forced Feyre into a bargain in exchange for healing her under the mountain.”

Oh, the scent of Nesta’s fury was delicious. Rhysand gloried in the smell as he sensed Nesta trembling with rage. “I fucking knew it. You faeries and your bargains. I’m assuming it’s this mark right here?” She dug a sharp nail into his arm, and Rhysand yelped, jerking away, which only caused more blood to ooze from his shoulder wound. “How did you know?”

Nesta shrugged. “I guessed, since Feyre has an identical one on her own arm.”

Cunning, furious, and observant. A crying shame this queen would only live a mortal life. “Get her out of the bargain,” Nesta whispered.

Rhysand chuckled. “Or I could just break into your mind and be done with it.”

“You can try,” Nesta seethed. “But not even a High Lord’s glamour can work on me. Tamlin tried and failed already.”

Rhysand blinked. Nesta…possessed the true Sight? Some mortals were gifted with the ability to resist nearly all kinds of Faerie magic in a way that even most powerful fae have difficulty with. Jurian, of course, was one of them, which was how he’d led the humans to victory all those years ago. Immune to daemati and glamours, this woman could be exceptionally useful.

Rhysand reached for her mind anyway, finding that she was just as immune as she had claimed. The eldest Archeron didn’t mess around, clearly. She possessed walls more fortified than the Cauldron itself. Mother above.

“I warned you,” Nesta snapped. “Break the bargain.”

“And what will I get in exchange?” Rhysand crooned. “Surely you understand I cannot release her without getting something in return.”

“I could just kill you and be done with it,” Nesta mused. Rhysand smirked at her. “True, but think: I am a High Lord, and a major asset in the war against Hybern. Without me, your odds lower significantly.”

“You can be replaced,” Nesta drawled dismissively. “Not me.” Nesta spat on his face. “You faeries are even more arrogant than we were taught to believe.” She smoothed down her nightgown with her free hand. “Take me instead.”

Rhysand blinked. “Really?” That was exactly what he had been hoping for. Nesta would prove to be far more useful than the illiterate one. “On the condition that you will never physically or sexually harm me, nor will you use your magic against me in any way, nor will you allow any of your cronies to do it in your stead.”

Rhysand could not say yes fast enough. “Yes, I promise. It’s a deal.”

Nesta and Rhysand stared at his arm, watching as the tattoo disappeared. They both waited for a new one to appear, and when it didn’t, Nesta began her venom again. “You fucking liar, I will slit your thro-“

She stopped, and Rhysand knew why. He watched as whorls of paint wrapped around Nesta’s forehead like a crown. An identical one must be present on his own.

They surveyed each other for a moment, this new bond that had just formed between them tugging them closer together. At last, Nesta let the knife drop.

“Welcome,” Rhysand murmured, “to the Night Court, Nesta Archeron.”

[trashpandato]

Cottage

“I always loved this view,” Kara said, her voice wobbling a little with emotion.

Lena stepped a bit closer and slipped a hand into Kara’s, not caring about the paint that might transfer onto her skin. She’d walked in on Kara painting a skyline, the buildings looking sleek but not as angular as architecture on Earth usually tended to be. By now, Lena knew the common themes in Kara’s paintings of Krypton: red sunsets, landscapes that often looked haunting with unfamiliar colour combinations, city skylines that would have looked like science fiction to anyone who didn’t know Kara’s history. All of it was stunning.

“It’s beautiful,” Lena whispered.

Kara put her brush down and squeezed Lena’s hand.

“Have you ever thought about giving this a try?” Kara nodded at the canvas. “I hear the many shades of green in Ireland are especially fun to paint.”

Lena chuckled a little. “I’m not much of an artist.”

“I beg to differ. I’ve seen you draw.”

“Schematics. That’s a totally different thing,” Lena corrected her. “What you do here, there’s creativity. Emotion. I can draw a few lines for a new cloaking device but that’s about it.”

Kara turned a little to face Lena. “It doesn’t have to be high art, you know? It can just be a way to hold on to memories.”

The sentence made Lena look down at her feet.

“I don’t remember much, honestly. I was so young. I remember feeling loved, warm, but there are no real details attached to those memories. Did we live in an apartment in town? Or in a cottage in the hills? I don’t know. I just know that I miss the way I felt there.”

Now it was Kara’s turn to squeeze her hand. They stood like that for a moment longer until Kara leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Lena’s forehead.

“Come on. Let’s go have some hot chocolate.”

Lena wrinkled her nose and was about to protest when Kara continued:

“For me. And tea for you. Oh, and I think we still have some of that shortbread Eliza made!”

And then Kara pressed another soft kiss to Lena’s face and how could Lena possibly say no now.

“I love you,” Lena murmured.

Kara grinned. “I know. I love you, too.”

[gold-rhine]

Hello! How about praise, lingerie and cockwarming for heizou, dainsleif and beloved babygirl kaeya?

warnings nsfw

ngl i'm a visual person and a sucker for lingerie. all three of them would be fun to do in it, but tbh you leave me no choice. it's gotta be kaeya. my man might have no ass, but he has legs for days. thigh high stockings on *that*? absolutely obscene by itself. with his penchant for corsets, black leather and chains? borderline illegal. normally i prefer lace in lingerie, but i feel like it's not really kaeya's style.

a more structured leather look, not the boring straps on rings harness, but a pseudo-corset amalgamation of curved and angular shapes, with transparent mesh thrown in between. open back, the whole concoction hinges on the wide choker collar. narrow chains on the collar, over the shoulders, on the waist to loop over the hips, stockings transparent black with wide leather ribbons on top. there's probably a flimsy robe with the white fur trim over the whole thing, waiting to be thrown off. the overall look would be absolutely ridiculous and over the top on anyone else, except it looks incredible on kaeya. this whole thing is also exceptionally frustrating to actually deal with, as a metaphor to the disaster this man is himself, so much seemingly on display, but nothing is truly accessible and when you try to find how to open it up, its complicated and overlapping and you're not sure where are you even supposed to start. and kaeya is gonna be an insufferable tease and purposefully unhelpful too, all over you, arching in your hands, breathy delighted chuckle and whispering against your ear, dirty and aggravating. he wants to see what you'll do. do you have patience and self-control to actually figure out the clasps despite his provocations or do you just rip it open, betraying how much you can't wait to get to him? fascinating either way. (there's a secret third option to make him open it himself, but for that you need to know how to play your little incubus like a fiddle) in any case, some time later you should have him under you, spread and exposed, complicated leather pieces running askew, one stocking pulled down and the other having a tear, and he'll look ravished and exquisite at the same time, and it'll be worth it without doubt.

ngl my top thing to do to dain is actually lingerie, but you had to put kaeya in the same ask, so i'm gonna go praise for him i guess. i wouldn't say he's into service play per se, but he enjoys like. being given tasks that require self-control or endurance and then being praised when he completes them well, he's similar with diluc on that, but dain likes harder stuff and is much more experienced. so like, fuck his face without mercy, deepthroat, fingers buried in his light blond hair, pulling harshly, making him choke and gag helplessly, and then tell him he did good while he's trying to catch his breath on his knees in front of you, shaky hands wiping at the wet corners of his eyes

heizou - cockwarming, right in his office. the important thing is to make sure kujou sara is somewhere far on the assignment. otherwise, this exhibitionist little whore loves being seen sitting on your cock, not outright visible, but very fucking obvious from how he's squirming and trying to fuck himself, how ruffled and debauched he looks without you needing to even do anything, he'll get there himself with how he's writhing in your lap, pouting and begging you to finally fuck him. if someone scandalized actually manages to find sara and bring her to the office, heizou'll cover your exit like "you told me i can't wear collar that says "cockslut", you didn't say i couldn't BE one. how do you think 90% of my cases are being solved, huh??"

[adr-n-sketchy]

Speedy contribution to the Gray warrior cats with blue eyes prompt allows for my immense love and appreciation of @tennelleflowers's Drawing a __! series that's really helped me to understand and be able to break down character design. Hopefully it's pretty obvious who's who

More character thoughts below the cut but tldr; this was fun and I want to do another set. Maybe torties or amber-eyed tabbies outside the Tigerstar line

Bluestar's design was definitely heavily heavily influenced by the StarClan's Trials MAP that came out a few months ago. But also, my perception of Bluestar has always been influenced by the og SSS warrior cats design as well. I wanted her to look regal and angular without seeming too fierocious immediately, because she is also a very warm and mothering figure to those in her circle. I gave her tufted ears because I thought it'd be fun that that's where Whitestorm got his, even though I'm pretty sure they're from Thistleclaw.

Cinderpelt's design is the only one I can fully claim as mine originally, stemming from a sketch dump I did a few weeks ago when I was playing around with face shapes. I really wanted her to have prominent fluffy cheeks that only perk up more when she grins. I also wanted her to have soft, curved ears and be very fluffy - I don't think the books have ever described her as specifically fluffy, but I hc fluffy Cinderpelt and will not be taking any further suggestions. I know she matured a lot when she became a medicine cat apprentice and then medicine cat, but I hope she never lost her adorable sunny grin and her enthusiasm

Ashfur, I wanted to draw while he was still in his good-natured era. I haven't read New Prophecy in a hot minute but, other than his drama with Squilf, I remember him being a very respectable warrior. I wanted him look good-natured and almost unassuming, because no one expected him to be the villain leading up that fire scene. Afterall, he was trusted to mentor Birchpaw, the clan's sole new apprentice at the time, and then Lionblaze, who was both the grandson of Firestar and the son of the deputy - both hugely high honors.

Finally, Crowfeather definitely feels the least inspired of the designs, but my mind only has so many ways to illustrate angular and cranky Crow boy - long profile with large angular ears and not much fluff anywhere. I gave him a gray nose as opposed to the others' pink ones to try and make him look more stoic. The little tuft of fur on his chin is the most "facial hair" the man-boy can grow, but maybe he's come to believe that it makes his look stoically wisened from all he's lived through

[acheronist]

ok here's my player fansign event gossip

🐙

i was running a teensy bit late so i didn't get to say hi to rasmussen but he did look VERY handsome and looked a bit afraid LMAO. my sweet moose was probably out of his depth.. socially awkward darling

debrincat came out second and he was so so so so kind to fans. he was taking a ton of time to stop and sign something for EVERYONE who wanted something signed. about 8 or 9 guys passed him and went inside before he was nearly done walking thru the crowd to sign stuff... :'-) welcome home kitty we love u + it was so nice to see him recognize how excited we are for him too rahhh

i honestly dont remember seeing andrew copp at all but he must have walked by lol

berggren was sooo 🤏🏻🤏🏻 and cute and polite. he signed things very neatly and small and carefully (literally just JB48 in like a 1" square. its ok baby u can take up more space) + we congratulated him on getting called up again because we all love to see him skate and he seemed really genuinely surprised/pleased to hear it

it seemed like ville was bouncing back and forth between both sides of the walk a ton... also just trying to sign everything for everyone who wanted it... he was so 🙂 shaped though.. and he really is pale as fuck i think my guy was refracting sunlight as he walked by. i liked his signature a lot though it was very tight + angular + neatly written. big emphasis on the double Ls in his name. I dont even remember if he spoke though i'll be real.

ben chiarot looked sharp as FUCK. he had a turtleneck on under his suit jacket and his hair all slicked back..... he was serving sexy team dilf without children realness. so my bestie asked him if he just got done at a GQ model shoot while he was signing her shirt and he smirked and laughed under his breath a bit. whore <3

fischer was really fun to look at irl. his face is crazy i want 2 draw him. thats all i got LMAO. i dont remember anything else sorry to the christian fischer stans of tumblr dot com

compher was very polite too but he was moving thru the crowd really quick.. again i think he was just awkward and a little out of his depth w the crowd in the same way ras was? but he was very polite + nice + softspoken tho and i took a selfie w him for @comphy-and-cozy because she's violently in love with him but couldn't be there LOL

ghost looked SAUR sexy.. dark green suit well tailored very kind and polite.. i like that boy ! he was really softspoken too which surprised me because he's been such a freaky bitch on the ice lately

i also dont remember sprong at all but i do remember thinking it was kind of a #serve to match the toque to be the same burgundy color as his suit (also extremely well tailored. everyone looked very handsome). creative ways to make early male pattern baldness be kind of cunty + well dressed for the weather.

DYLAN.... DYYLAAANNNNNNNNNN

he was so so lovely.. definitely doing the same move as debrincat where he was just taking his damn time to sign smth for everyone who wanted smth. he was kind of in Good Captain Autopilot Mode it really reminded me of clips of stevie from the 90s... hockeytown loves our captains so much its unreal. but he signed my jersey and said hi to our little group and i sooo shaky lmao. but i handed him the art & he started to sign the plastic sleeve it was in? and I went no it's for you! and he kind of checked back into real life and went oh OH!!!!! and smiled when he actually looked at it and carried it w him thru the rest of the line :'-) idk i feel like he must get a lot of gifts from fans? but he definitely looked at it inside the doors of the LCA and he definitely carried it w him and didn't throw it away immediately so. big win for people who are me.

lucas and mo were funny asf they made it about 75% of the way thru the line and then the sun came out and was in their eyes and they both said ok i'm done now thank u and left. #respect

joey was so cute.. my bestie made a sign calling him a himbo last year and (then) he asked what a himbo was so we said Lmao google it, and this year he was signing stuff and talking to us and we were like "did you ever google what a himbo was" and he went huh. ohhh yeah lol like he was somehow both Pleased and Very embarrassed about it . cutesie.

newsy came out too!! and his daughter was with him and it was so cute they had matching friendship bracelets and newsy was like (to us the crowd) omg guys can we take a selfie ? can we do that?? and we were like Dawg you're head coach you can do anything you want..... so we all got a selfie w him LMAOOOO and he was so sweet and gently spoken and kind to fans. which still is crazy. i get whiplash every time how different he is to blash (the old coach who was a bitch and looked like he wanted to call people slurs but knew better) its unreallll

i think all the interviews where walman's said how much he likes detroit + feels wanted here weren't lies or exaggerations at all.... he stuck around so long to sign things for everyone (like dylan and debrincat did) and I think he was the last guy on the walk? and he was so funny and smiley and happy to be there.. my fucking GUY!!!!

[anneapocalypse]

Rating my own recreations of my Hawkes in Inquisition

Why? Because I thought it would be fun. Please feel free to steal my idea and tag me so I can see your Hawkes.

Alessandra Hawke

World State: Elf Lovers

Difficulty: Easy

DAI's character creator offers a very similar hairstyle to to Alessandra's original. Her lovely hooked nose is a key feature and DAI fortunately had one similar enough, though it's a little more rounded at the end. She looks a lot more Tired in DAI, but all Hawkes do, and they probably should. It's tough to get a more rounded jawline in DAI, so her face looks a little more angular. Darker skin tints tend toward warmer in DA2 and cooler in DAI (and cool light severely washes out medium browns in DAI) but all told, she came out pretty darn good.

Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Sabine Hawke

World State: For Love of the People

Difficulty: Easy

She changed her part to the other side, but otherwise Sabine came out pretty bang-on. All Dragon Age games need a better variety of Asian features now and forever. Nonetheless, I think her face shape, skin tint, and even her nose comes pretty close. Looking at these shots, I could have possibly made her chin a little longer and rounder. That's about the only quibble I can come up with.

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Cillian Hawke

World State: Love & Magic

Difficulty: Moderate

Cillian took a few outtakes to get right. The hair is acceptable, eyes and mouth look good. and after a lot of tweaking I think I got his face shape pretty bang-on. The nose, however, is a problem. The nostrils are sitting way too high relative to the point (as opposed to his original nose which is pretty straight across the bottom), which makes him look like he's sneering at all times, and this combined with DAI Hawke's tendency to have a pinched, worried brow makes him look Angry in a lot of shots--not exactly right for a gentle-hearted Blue Hawke. Nevertheless, I'm really proud of how I nailed those cheekbones.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Emilia Hawke

World State: Noble Hearts

Difficulty: Hard

Woof. Just woof. This did not go well. First off, DAI really doesn't have a true "dirty blonde," just this mustard color which makes the whole shot look overwhelmingly yellow, so much that DA2 Emilia looks washed-out by comparison. I thought the nose was fine, but looking at these shots side by side, something does seem a little off. The hairstyle is acceptable, but its makes her forehead look much larger than the original (modded) hairstyle, and I couldn't really find a way to fix that. Overall it's really the face shape that kills it. DAI does not like round faces. I did my best, and then left her in the Fade where she belongs. (Trust me. It what she deserves.)

Rating: 2 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐

Mallory Hawke

World State: Rogues Gallery

Difficulty: Hard

We're starting from modded hair, so we have our work cut out for us here. (Curly hairstyles WHEN. Also modded freckles, but there DAI has us covered.) Unfortunately, I was not able to get a hair mod to work in DAI, so Mal was forced to wear her hair up, which she Would Not. But we make the sacrifices we must. Mallory also has a lot of soft curves to her face, but I'd say she survived the jawbonification a lot better than Emilia did, and where was this nose when I was trying to make Cil? DAI's neon teal eyes are a touch greener but I can let that slide. Overall, I'd say she's still recognizable, even without letting her hair down. That's still my girl.

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐

(Note: I put all the comparion pictures in side-by-side, but none except the first one will display that way on the dash, and I can't fix it. 🤷‍♀️Sorry.)

[angelplummie]

the trials and tribulations of falling in love with an unstoppable slut

CHAPTER ONE : the break up

beta readers: @justallmybnhabrainrot @loveexxdovee

masterlist next (coming soon)

cw: f!reader, bf undermining, slut bakugou, shitty bf izuku, sexual vibes, lowercase cuz i think it looks better and it’s just easier to read

you are sick. sick and tired. he brings you to a party where you know no one, and then totally ditches you for his ‘girl best friend’. bullshit. you know they hooked up freshman year, and you’re not dumb enough to actually think that was the only time. now you’re stuck looking like a loser, sat on a bean bag in the corner of a room where everyone else is having fun. you angrily take a sip of your vodka and something, and cringe at the taste of it. this drink is shit, everything is shit.

and it would be one thing if this was the first time he’s made u feel inferior, but this is getting ridiculous. like the other day, when he came into the room and hugged her first, then you. or when he totally ignored you when you were with his friends. or how weird he gets when you want to wear heels, because he’s only an inch taller than you and cannot cope with being even a little shorter than you. oh yeah, or that time his girl best friend sat on his lap right in front of you, which he insisted was completely normal. sometimes you think he does this kind of thing to ‘keep you in check’, treat ‘em mean keep ‘em keen or something like that. but maybe he just really doesn’t care. he’s always like “aw baby, you know i love you” “baby don’t be weird about this ok? you’re overreacting” “baby would i lie to you?” you just want him to shut up. baby this, baby that. his excuses sound rehearsed. he never calls you baby that much normally. he’s always ignoring you, looking at other girls, talking to them like he’s not taken. he just doesn’t care, that’s it. you always care more. why do you always care more. you finish your drink, and slump back miserably.

and you tried to look so pretty tonight too!! you wore your favourite dress, and did your makeup real pretty, and paid extra attention to your hair. all izuku did was say “nice” and stare at your tits. it didn’t even feel like he was your boyfriend, just some guy you were hooking up with that could do as he pleased, but you couldn’t. whatever.

you scan the room, sweaty people dancing to drum and bass, either too fast and too slow. you were far too sober for this, everyone just looked stupid. you spotted izuku and his girl best friend, and unconsciously scowled. apparently she was being hilarious, because he was laughing hysterically. couldn’t have been that funny, you think. then he bent over to whisper something in her ear, and you look away.

you laugh, but it’s more of an indignant disbelieving scoff. either way, you are so over this. it’s not that you don’t have feelings for izuku, but you’re so done with his games, the way he strings you along. maybe you’ll get into an argument with him on the way home, maybe tomorrow morning. you know you have to break it off soon, but you’ll just have to grin and bear it for the night though.

or that’s what you thought, because something has suddenly caught your attention. or rather, someone.

vivid red eyes lock onto you, and you recognise him immediately. bakugou katsuki.

bakugou is famous on campus, basically a man of legend. he’s a senior, the year above izuku and two years above you. he’s incredibly smart, having the highest grades in all his classes, but what he’s really famous for sleeping with about half of the school population. boys, girls, he didn’t mind. as long as you were pretty, he’d have you.

of course he’s drop dead gorgeous too. his cool blonde hair is longish and fluffy looking, like an almost-mullet, unkemptly perfect and framing his face beautifully. you imagine he spent hours curating his sexy bedhead look. his face is angular and yet soft, he smoulders perfectly. he’s kinda got this bad boy thing going on too, he smokes, tobacco and pot, and he’s got 9 piercings. a septum, a stud on his left eyebrows, 2 on each ear. but most notably, his belly button, with a little pink jewel on the end, and his nipples, you can see the metal poking through his white, tight cropped muscle tee. you’d feel guilty for noticing if bakugou’s whole thing wasn’t being noticed.

he’s also kinda a bad boy because you’ve heard he can be a little rude, particularly to men, but he sleeps with them too, so maybe guys like that kind of thing and it’s a tactic. or maybe it just happens when you sleep with like a hundred guys girlfriends.

his body isn’t skinny, not by any stretch of the word, but he isn’t enormously bulky and overwhelming. he’s built, but there’s a sort of lankiness to him, his arms being big but not too big, thighs thick but not too thick. he was muscular and pretty, that was it. he’s muscular in a shapely way, tiny waist and nice, strong yet pretty shoulders. and he is tall as hell, the kind of tall that made girls freak the fuck out. taller than you by maybe 8, or even 9 inches.

it was strange, by nature he’s intimidating, and yet there was an approachability to his build, a lean confidence and welcoming. he’s the type of person that you wouldn’t ever approach, but if he approached you, you would do anything to keep him talking. he is.. so fine.

and he is fixated on you. you don’t know this, but he’s been watching you all night. watched you try to talk to your boyfriends friends, watched you give up and flounce on the bean bag. he had watched you seethe for as long as 30 minutes before he caught your eye, a first for him he must admit. he usually got peoples attention much faster, but he saw you were different right away.

he has been studying you for a while now, and he knows he wants you. he likes your face, pretty lips in a slight permanent downturn, big doe eyes framed by striking eyebrows. he likes how pretty you’ve done your makeup and how much he’d like to ruin it. he likes your waist, and how your stomach pouches in your skin tight dress. he likes your hips, and how your thighs look thicker because you’re sat. he likes how you keep having to look down ditzily to make sure your titties aren’t falling out that tiny, tiny dress. he likes your tits too, how he can see you’re not wearing a bra, how he can see them jiggle with the tiniest of movements. he likes that you chose to wear such a small dress, he wonders if you wore it to get your boyfriends attention. he wonders what perfume you’re wearing, or if it’s a body spray. he thinks about what shampoo you use and how it would smell.

he likes that youre boyfriend isn’t being right to you, that you’re pissed off. hot girls like you usually get nasty when they’re angry, and he would die to see that come from you. everything you do turns him on, something about you is pulling him to you. you’re so fucking hot and he can’t help but watch your poor sweet face stare into nowhere. he wanted you to look at him, but he knows a guy like him has to make the first move, so he waited.

suddenly, you feel awkward. like you’re sat weird, like your legs are too long and sprawling, like your face is resting in a weird way. you wish you had your lip gloss, your lips don’t feel like they look their optimum, an unforgivable sin. your throat dries up as you stare at each other and you feel a flutter in your stomach. as soon as you make eye contact, he gives you a small smile, a friendly yet overwhelmingly hot smile, and takes a swig of his beer, never moving his eyes from yours.

to be honest, people like him made you insecure. it was nothing he did, you had never spoken to him. just his existence stressed you out. maybe it was because he was so unabashedly sexual, so ready in pursuit of who he wanted, that it made you want to keep your distance. because what if you were around him and he didn’t pursue you? could your ego take that kind of hit? you weren’t sure. oh, and you stayed away from him because you have a boyfriend. whatever.

for a split second you forget izuku, and imagine talking to bakugou and flirting with him and wooing him with your imaginary and immaculate social skills and be a cool girl that he would fuck and brag about it to his friends. that was probably the best you could hope for anyway, but it was something. something where you don’t feel totally useless, unwanted. but you do remember izuku, and you remember who you are and how likely it is that bakugou would sleep with you, and you are the one to look away, of course, darting your eyes off to nothing in particular. you didn’t want him to think you thought he was checking you out, in case he really wasn’t and you looked self obsessed or something. alright, that was that. you were just going to be pissed off for the rest of the night and think about breaking up with izuku, knowing you don’t have the balls to actually-

“can i sit?” a deep raspy voice asks you from above, and you crane your neck. holy shit it’s him, it’s him, it’s him, it’s him. he’s even taller now he’s stood above you, and you feel a shudder run down your spine.

“yeah, sure,” you breathe. there’s no way he heard you over the booming music, but you shift on the bean bag to make room for him, so he sits down. his thigh grazes yours and neither of you move, and you feel a little jolt of surprise when there’s a heart beat in your p- when you feel something.

“what’s your name?”

and you tell him, quietly again, but he seems to hear it, muttering something about ‘nice name’

settling in the bean bag, he sighs.

“and i’m bakugou. so,” he says,”what’s got a girl like you, dressed like that, lookin’ so down?”

he peaks down at you from the corner of his eye, watching your chest heave slightly, your eyes widen. man, the things he would do to you.

your heart thumps in your temple, and you feel a burst of euphoria. a girl like you? dressed like that? like what? what does he mean? does that mean he thinks you’re pretty? does that mean he wants you? should you let him? oh for fuck sake, you forgot about your stupid boyfriend. why does he have to ruin everything?

“it’s-it’s nothing it’s just…” you say, louder now, leaning into him so he could hear you better. the bare skin of your arm presses up against the bare skin of his, and he’s humiliated when his c- he twitched.

“don’t like the music? the people? weird smell?”

you sniff out a laugh. you can’t believe bakugou katsuki is actually talking to you. and he’s like, interested. bizarre.

“just stupid boyfriend problems.”

music to his ears. you were too pretty, too cute and too alone to pass up. he was having you, and he was having you tonight.

“ah,” he said understandingly, and the bass in his voice and the proximity make you falter inside.

his voice had a nice boyish rasp to it, making him terrifyingly hot and relatable at the same time.

“tale as old as time. what’s he done?”

bakugou seems to be trying to make himself less intimidating for you, and it’s working. you throw back the rest of your stupid cocktail, and you close your eyes.

“man, i don’t know. he’s just stupid.”

your head tilts back until it hits the wall and you sigh. bakugou follows the curve of your neck with his eyes and swallows.

“like, ok, he brings me to this party,” you trust in his interest in you enough that you can complain, just for a little, and he’ll still talk to you,”and i don’t know, like, anyone, apart from his,” you sigh exaggeratedly,”adorable little best friend, but like not well enough to talk to her.”

you’re rambling, but bakugou just listens, intently too. poor, poor girl. silly little boyfriend, doesn’t know what he’s got.

“and he just-just leaves me. like all alone for like ages, and fucking- and obviously he’s talking to her all night. he always does shit like this.”

“hm,” he hums disapprovingly, “who is this boyfriend anyway?”

you straighten up, and lean to the side to try and find him, making the bean bag crunch with your movement.

“there,“ you gesture over to where izuku is sat, yucking it up with bitch face.

“oh my god,” bakugou snorts, “izuku midoriya is your boyfriend?”

“yeah, you know him?”

“well, he’s in my bio class.”

bakugou takes biology?

“and to be honest, i think he’s a fucking loser.”

you snap your head to look at him scornfully, but you waver. he is kinda a loser, now that you think of it. he only hangs out with his other nerd friends, and the only cool friend he has is the stupid girl best friend that invited you to this shitty party. man this sucks, you have a boyfriend when bakugou katsuki is trying to get in your pants, and he thinks he’s a loser.

“really?” you say weakly.

“i mean, no offence,” he laughs raspily, putting his arm behind you head. he thought you wouldn’t notice, but you did, “but he’s… i mean he’s a suck up, and a try hard, and he sounds like a dick if I’m hearin’ you correctly.”

his eyes flit to your face, gauging your reaction to him insulting your boyfriend. a faint, embarrassed smile is on your face. good.

“well… i guess he is a loser.”

bakugou shifted so his torso was facing you. you looked gorgeous in the dim, coloured LED lights.

“what about me? you think i’m a loser?” he said, mischievous glint in his eye.

bakugou was different than to what you heard. he was intimidating, but people made him out to be like… a mean horny machine. he seemed horny, but not mean. maybe that just came from when he was wilder, you’d heard stuff about him from highschool. fist fights, suspensions, drugs, shit like that. but he was older now, he had to have calmed down. he was different to what you imagined, he was better.

and still, you were sickeningly nervous. you laughed anxiously, giving yourself time to think of something to say. it was funny to have the most well known guy at the school ask you, you, the girl that’s been to 4 parties for the two years she’s been at college, if you thought he was a loser.

“i don’t know if i have any authority on that to be honest, bakugou,” you giggle, and your face feels red hot.

his stomach flipped when you used his name, and his sultry eyes fluttered involuntarily. your shy flirtiness is having an affect on him, he doesn’t meet a lot of people like you at parties like this. or in general.

“well, what’s that supposed to mean?” he adjusts the chain round his neck as he speaks, reminding you of his huge hands.

“it means,” you say, a smile irremovable from your face, ”that i would be a hypocrite if i called anyone a loser, let alone you.”

“let alone me? you heard about me then?”

you steal a glance at him, he seems quietly pleased about this, relief.

“it’s hard not to.”

“so what do you think of me then? do i live up to the rumours you heard?”

“no,” you say softly,”you’re not as scary.”

your eyes meet once again, and bakugou gives you a smug smile.

“and do you think i’m as pretty as they said?”

your cheeks heat and you break the eye contact.

“i mean, yeah,” you said, giggly lilt to your voice.

when you turn back, bakugou’s face is closer.

“prettier than midoriya?”

you laugh, for the umpteenth time tonight, and bite your lip nervously. yes, you think. but can you really say that?

“you can be honest with me,” he says after you don’t answer for a little while,”i won’t tell him.”

you pause, and nod dumbly.

“is that so? well, from the sounds of it your loser boyfriend doesn’t know how to treat a girl like you. isn’t that right?”

you blink at him, eyes widening. you’re so cute, he just wants to eat you up. and out, but that’s not his point.

“…well-“

“so no?”

you sigh, and straighten up.

“no, not really.“

“and, you think i’m prettier than him?”

you gulp, not daring to look away.

“yes,” you breathe. you should feel guilt but you don’t, you just don’t. he scoots closer.

“i think you’re pretty too.”

his eyes glide all over you, shamelessly staring at your chest. you’ve never been more thankful for not wearing a bra, you swear to god.

“you do?”

“the prettiest,” he purrs, eyes going back to your face,”too pretty to put up with some lame ass boyfriend.”

your pussy skips a beat, and it’s electrifying when his hands touch your skin. he cups your face now, drawing closer and closer.

“do you need me to show you how he should be treating you?”

your brow furrows as you process what he means, but it clicks after a few milliseconds. oh, he wants to fuck you. his confidence never wavers, he just stares you dead in the eyes and waits.

oh my god oh my god oh my god.

right, ok, right, so.. you want bakugou. you want him bad. more than you’ve wanted izuku for a long time. but, you’re still technically with izuku. you’re so done with him, but you can’t give in before at least mentioning him, or you’ll look like a horrible person.

gently, you take bakugou’s hands and pry them off your face with little resistance. you let go off them and look down, so as not to get distracted by his face.

“I, well- ok, so, don’t get me wrong-“

but he takes your chin between his long fingers, forcing you to look again. bakugous smile makes you falter.

“you’re worried about your little boyfriend aren’t you?”

you nod.

“do you think he’s worried about you?”

and tilts your head to where izuku and girl best friend are fucking grinding to the shitty music. a stone drops in your gut, and you can feel your hand gripping the coarse material of the bean bag.

“you’re fucking kidding…” you murmur, but bakugou turns you back to look at him.

“i wish i was,” absolutely not, he’s ridiculously happy this happened,”but it’s true. he gets to have fun, why don’t you?”

you’re fucking raging, you can’t lie. your eyebrows tilt angrily and you think, alright, that’s it. you’re fucking this man whether it’s right or wrong. you’re so so over izuku and all his stupid drama and gaslighting and you’re so horny for this blonde man whore, you don’t even care what happens.

you were going to break up with him soon anyway, this just makes it ten times easier for you to move on.

“alright, alright. just- uh, gimme a second.”

you huff and pull your phone out from where it was wedged between your thigh and the bean bag, and shakily try to find izukus contact. you’re not drunk, but it’s enough that your motor skills are hindered. bakugou watches you clumsily look for your boyfriend on your phone, a stupid grin on his face.

you find it, and type:

i’m breakibg up w u. soz

and send.

bakugou peaks over your shoulder to see what you’re doing, and he barks out a laugh. he gets closer to you, tucking you under his arm, and he leans down so his soft lips graze the lobe of you ear, and you feel a heat down between your thighs.

“you’re funny,” you know he could feel that little shudder that ran down your whole body, but his attention was to intoxicating to care,”now we’re both single, what do you wanna do?”

at this point, you’re too angry to be nervous, you just want him to touch you hard and you want him to let you touch him hard. you swallow, mind racing. the rush from breaking up with izuku, and the light buzz of your cocktail, and being graced with the intrigue of a hot, hot man is euphoric, you feel like you could do anything. anger and liquid courage push your mind into action. it’s time to be brave, you think. make a move. instead of letting him kiss your neck or feel you up, or whatever his plan is, you get up on your knees and throw one across his thick thighs, straddling him. your arms hang around his neck loosely, and you can feel how soft his longish hair is. maybe he doesn’t use product, maybe his hair is just perfect. maybe he’s perfect. immediately, his big hands find your waist, the little dip just above where your love handles swell out. you sit yourself so you’re eye level with him, glaring and smouldering into his face. your pussy is right on him, only separated by your panties, but they’re just flimsy white lace.

he smiles at you again, a warm genuine smile. it is a bit of a horny smile, but he can’t help that. the thought that you broke up with your boyfriend to have him, that your doing this with your now-ex just across the room, it drives him wild. he grips you tighter to him, pulling your hips closer. he cautiously presses his lips against the junction between your jaw and your neck, keeping his eyes on your face, your pretty little face. well, so much for being brave. at least you’re on his lap.

oh, he can feel something. a little bu-bum bu-bum, right where you’re sitting on him. he laughs to himself, and you don’t dare ask what he finds so funny, too lost in the physical affection. now that you think about it, when’s the last time izuku did this kinda thing? when did he touch you just to feel you, just to make you wet? even when you were just starting out? he only ever touched you when he was fucking you, or was immediately about to fuck you. now that you realise how nice it feels just to be touched, you realise how much you’ve missed it, how much you’ve craved it.

you feel small in his lap, and it’s not often you get to feel small. like, little and malleable and precious. not like with izuku, no. he seemed insistent on reminding you how similar you were in height, how you were basically a man because of how tall you were. but with bakugou, you really felt like he could do what he liked with you, make you feel little, even think you’re little. you wonder if he was even conscious that you were taller than a lot of girls, if he enjoyed the aesthetic. he seemed to be enjoying your aesthetic at least, and that gave you another rush of dopamine.

slowly, bakugou leaves a trail of kisses down your throat, and then back up on the other side. you make little gasping noises when he does especially wet ones, and his hands slide down and up slowly, keeping you completely focused on him. your fingers do something similar, sliding into his hair and then back down to his neck, until you’ve both set a natural rhythm, and subconsciously started grinding on each other.

to your dismay, you’re a little bit noisy, you keep feeling his thick thighs press up against your clit ever so lightly, and you can’t help but moan and grip his hair slightly. it’s all music to bakugous ears though, and he can feel the heart beat getting harder, so he grinds up on you to, keeping you down with his large hands. when bakugou finishes peppering you with his spit, he brings his face up and kisses your cute, open little mouth, slipping tongue in right away. you moan, surprised, and he hums, satisfied, tasting your watermelon lip gloss, tracing the softness in your mouth with his tongue. you kiss back almost immediately, savouring every second of his touch. your head moves in sequence with his, kissing deeper and deeper. you always seemed to be the one tilting back, he keeps moving forward, into you like he was gonna swallow you and whole. maybe you’d let him. you kiss good, he notices, gentle but desperate, like you’re too scared to ask for more, but refuse to pull away. but trust, he’ll give you more.

it’s all going very nicely, until you hear an indistinct shout from behind you and sense someone coming behind you. you pull away, and bakugou follows you until he can’t anymore and a trail of spit connects your lips.

“what?” he asks, but your head is turned, so he just goes back to kissing your neck.

you’re not so care free, as a pissed looking izuku pushes through the crowd to get to you. for christ sake, why hasn’t he fucked off to shag his little bestie yet? did he not get your text? did he get your text and that’s why he’s come over? so boring.

“oh jesus christ,” you breathe, turning back to bakugou,”we need to go, like right now.”

“why?”

you hop up off him, and immediately he yearns for you to touch him again. he gets up too, as if by a magnetic pull that draws him to you. you grab your phone again from the bean bag and pop back up anxiously.

“my ex-boyfriend found me,” and you roll your eyes.

he nods in understanding, making a little ‘yikes’ face, and takes your hand. he leads you away from the bean bag and to a door that you hadn’t noticed before. his hand was warm and big, and it held yours tightly. he pulled you through the door, into a fluorescent light lit dorm hallway. the shouting and the party noises dim, until all you can hear distinctly is bakugou’s soft breathing, and the thump of your own heart.

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[nani-nonny]

So… Estranged AU

(aka rottmnt lost sisters au) I’ve still been “doing research” while dancing on the fine line before diving too deep into IDW and losing my focus. Mainly all my “research” is about done and now I’m plotting the storyline and fixing up the synopsis. But I’m going to solidify this solely for myself that Jennika is a Painted Turtle and Venus is an Eastern Musk Turtle. (I keep looking up different turtles and wanting to buy one…)

Anyways, here’s what I have planned about their appearances and fun facts about their respective turtle species! +a little bonus scene/sneak peek (bit of a long post hehe)

Jennika has two pairs of yellow stripes outlined in black where the tips start on the outer corners of her eyes and temples, then trails down to her collar bones and lead into her plastron. She has several small, yellow stripes on her upper arms similar to Leo’s stripes but thinner and about two more, but none on her thighs. Her skin is a similar tint of green like Leo’s as Painted Turtles and Red-Eared Sliders are actually a little similar in appearance, but a little lighter. Her carapace is a plain, dark green color but her plastron is a dark orange with a small black, misshapen blob in the center (like an ink blob). Her build is very similar to Leo’s and Donnie’s given her height and limb length but she is less on the lean side and is slightly more muscular.

Painted turtles are considered one of the most beautiful turtles because of their vibrant colors and appearance. They also have a fascination with pretty things, and are generally a calm species that love to bask in the sun. (All of which are facts I have taken into account when plotting the synopsis of this au hehe.)

Venus has a pair of thin, crescent-shaped yellow stripes that begin above the outer-corners of her eyebrow bones and follow the upward curve of her skull to end before the occipital bone (back of the skull). She has another pair of thin, yellow stripes that follow the curve of her neck, but aren’t as easily visible as Jennika’s stripes. Her skin tone is a darker green tint than Donnie’s and she has raised scutes/spikes similar to Raph’s spiked shell but less raised. She doesn’t have much of a colorful appearance due to her turtle species so she’s similar to Raph, but is incredibly smaller in size. She is a very stout and short, beating Mikey to the punch as the smallest, and is very angular in comparison to Mikey’s round and circular design.

Eastern Musk Turtles are an aggressive species and aren’t afraid to bite if the time comes to it. They are rarely found on land and are the smallest of freshwater species, which explains their aggressive nature. They hate to be held and release a heavy, musky scent when threatened. They have a very dark appearance that almost makes them look black in color (some of which actually are black or dark brown) which pairs with their nocturnal nature. (These facts were also taken into consideration in the synopsis of this au’s story hehe.)

I’m still debating Venus’s age but I know for sure I want Jennika to be a year older than Raph. So far, Venus is under debate of being Jennika’s “twin”, Leo’s and Donnie’s “triplet”, or being the youngest by being a few months or a year younger than Mikey. I really do like the idea of Mikey being a big brother for once and Venus being a little sister instead of the eldest as I’ve seen before. Idk still thinking it over

But here’s a flashback scene I have between Jennika and Venus as kids + extra:

Venus sits still, her feet idly kicking as she reads her comic happily.

Jennika places her hand over the top of Venus’s head to keep her younger sister still. “Vee, I can’t tie your mask if you keep moving around,” she scolds with a soft chuckle under her breath.

Venus stops kicking her feet as she fights a smile that grows on her face. “What’s taking so long? It’s just a simple bow,” Venus says in a whiny, but joking, tone.

Jennika shakes her head as she responds softly, “I’m not tying a bow this time.”

Venus almost turns quickly, but Jennika catches her younger sister’s shoulders to keep the musk turtle still just in time. “I’ll show you when I’m done—just sit still. I’m almost done,” Jennika scolds lightly.

Venus reluctantly stops moving, her fingers now twiddling with the corners of her comic. The comic now sits forgotten in her lap as she turns her focus to thinking of all possible ways Jennika ties her mask. She thinks of different kinds of knots, bows, braids—anything.

A small puff of amusement escapes Jennika’s mouth as she says, “You can breathe, Vee.”

Venus rolls her eyes as she retorts, “But you said to sit still.”

Jennika flicks Venus on the back of the head then raises a mirror up into Venus’s eyeline. She lays out the tails of the musk turtle’s mask onto her sister’s left shoulder, revealing the teal mask tails’ long braid. “Do you like it?”

Venus’s eyes widen with excitement, her jaw dropping in awe as she stares at the braid. She turns in her chair to face her sister, “I love it! It’s so pretty!”

Venus jumps to her feet, standing tall on her chair, and hands on her hips. “I’m just like—.”

“You.”

Jennika pivots on her heel slowly, her hands crossed behind her back.

Across the room stands one of Big Mama’s former clients with a gun raised and pointed in Jennika’s direction. A cowardly lion yokai with his tail between his legs stares her down with a forced glare. His stance remains vigilant but his hands tremble.

He doesn’t have the guts to pull the trigger.

Jennika takes a step forward, but stops when the former client raises the gun to align with her head.

“You’re her lackey, aren’t you? Her shadow,” the lion yokai’s voice trembles.

Jennika doesn’t respond. She’s not supposed to speak. She is only trained to act.

And act, she will.

I think it’s kind of obvious by now Jennika is Big Mama’s assistant in this AU.

But who is Venus to Big Mama?

Estranged (adj.): (of a person) no longer close or affectionate to someone; alienated.

[yappacadaver]

sorry if someone asked you these already, but 💓, 🧑‍🦰, 🍪, and 💘 for rayumi? :3c

OMmmg thank youu :D this one is going under a cut cause i made it um kinda long O_O

(Still accepting these, anon always on yayy :'D)

🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself?

Yumi cuts her own hair 100%, she would never ever pay for that LMAO and has also definitely experimented with bleach and dyes but is currently keeping it all natural

Raymond would never... It's regular trips to the barber and no dye.

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection

prefacing this with neither of them are very good at this showing their affection thing, especially when they've only just fallen for the other and there's no guarantee of returned affection xD

Yumi is trying her best to make it obvious how she's enjoying herself in his presence. She's aware that she's usually flighty, kind of rude, and not very pleasant so she's trying (trying) to correct course. She smiles a lot from both nerves and genuine happiness and does her best to make him smile too. If she thinks he might feel the same way she'll escalate to physical touching.

That old man is made of wood though.... lmao i mean at first. Any affection feels really foreign to him, both giving and receiving. He tries to make himself as helpful as he can and gets very involved in her issues. This kind of inadvertently leads to moments of intimacy like cleaning and dressing the wounds on her hands, but this is so overwhelming to him that he spaces the fuck out and doesn't really show much of anything.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

Surprisingly, Yumi is pretty good in the kitchen and baking/sweets is her specialty. Unfortunately she doesn't get the chance to bake much with her lack of funds and free time. Sometimes she'll whip up a quick toffee or some meringues just to have something sweet around xD

Raymond can follow a recipe well enough but has never really thought to try. Baking is something you do for celebrations or loved ones and he hasn't had either in a while. When he was married Maria did all the baking anyway 😬

💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)?

Physically, Yumi is first attracted to his face, voice and hands. She loves how severe and angular his features are, combined with his exhausted affect. The deep voice is obviously a huge charm point ♥ As for his personality, she's extremely attracted to how forgiving he is. She's really into when a man is like a doormat lol. Also his tenacity genuinely inspires her to maybe try a little harder.

At first Raymond has a hard time admitting his attraction at all, but it kind of comes through in the way he can't stop looking at her eyes or the way he feels about seeing her smile. Eventually he realizes her hair is really soft and he wants to hold her hands again and she kinda smells good and then like it's over bro. He loves how fun she is, even if she sometimes drives him crazy. She's wild and insane and could kick (or baby) his ass and he never thought he would be into that but he is, badly

[elshells]

Get To Know My OC(s)

Tagged by the wonderful @writernopal for this one! Check out her post about her character Fay here, it's a fun and engaging read!

Anyway, I'm super excited to do this! I've decided to use this as an opportunity to introduce y'all to Sophia and Janus from Agent Ace, and show off their dynamic (which I have so much fun writing) by putting them through these questions in the style of an interview/group interrogation. That could be neat, right?

Tagging @thewardenofwinter, @obviousknife, @kittensartswriting, @crowandmoonwriting, @jasmineinthenight, and open tag to anyone else who wishes to participate! Of course, if you've already played this game you're not obligated to do so again, but if you'd like an excuse to introduce your little dudes, I'd love to read about them! <3

You call Janus in first. He enters with a confident stride, taking the seat directly in front of you and acknowledging you with a dip of his head. His black hair is short and clean-cut, though faint stubble lines his upper lip and jawline. There's nothing remarkable about his wardrobe—dark and well-worn, with an earring in his left ear—but beneath his form-fitting shirt and charcoal-gray hoodie, you can tell he is powerfully muscular. You'd been warned to tread lightly with this man, knowing that he was a vigilante. Seeing him now, you don't doubt that for a second.

He catches your eye and gives you a smirk, revealing dimples in his cheeks. But although the gesture is meant to be laid-back, his smile doesn't reach his eyes. He fidgets with a hole in his jeans, and there's a hard glint in his dark eyes. He's on edge—you suspect he doesn't trust you.

A moment later, Sophia steps inside and closes the door behind her. Her brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and loose, messy strands frame her face. There's a sharp, somewhat angular shape to her eyes, nose, and jaw, contrasting starkly with her soft olive skin. A thick, gray tactical vest sits over a tight black shirt, and her blue cargo pants are padded at the knees and tucked into the top of her combat boots. You recognize her uniform immediately—you knew she was a Harmont Watch agent, but you weren't necessarily expecting her to show up in gear.

Her gloved hand reaches for her waistband, where you notice an empty gun holster. She pauses and recollects herself before she sits down, though you don't miss the cynical look she casts towards Janus through narrowed eyes. Eventually, she looks to you, indifferent but attentive, and you take this as your cue to begin.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Janus: I chose my name after the Roman god of beginnings, endings, transitions, etcetera, etcetera. What about you, Colbo?

Immediately, his voice catches you off-guard. It's deep, but smooth and velvety, and he could almost be described as soft-spoken. It's a pleasant sound to your ears, for sure.

Sophia: Nope.

Janus: Sure, fair enough. But what about your alias? Please, enlighten us.

Sophia: *sighs deeply* Have you ever played a game of cards?

Janus: Of course they have. The ace has the highest rank, right? What does that say about you?

Sophia: It says we're belaboring the point.

You'd been informed of Sophia's past life as a Guardian, although you don't have many details. You're curious to know more, but her tone is rough and uncompromising. Whether it's Janus that's causing her annoyance, or you, you're unsure. But, for her sake, you move on.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Sophia: During my last mission as a Guardian, the Watch agent I was shadowing got caught in an ambush. I tried to intervene, but I ended up getting hurt. I woke up a couple days later in the medical ward to the news that he didn't survive. That...

She trails off. Her voice is surprisingly matter-of-fact, like such a traumatic memory couldn't possibly shake her. Ironically, it's the split-second smile she flashes you that tells you that that couldn't be further from the truth.

Janus: I don't remember. Next question

His voice is suddenly sharp. You get the sense that he's holding back, and there's a challenging look in his eye. Once again, you figure it's best not to push it.

3. Do you have kids?

Sophia: No, and I'm pretty sure I speak for both of us on that matter. Ahren and I are both on the ace spectrum, but even if we weren't, I don't have time to commit to being a parent, biological or otherwise. And, just to be frank, I would pity Janus' partner and child.

Janus: Uncalled for, I would be an outstanding father. That being said, I don't want kids.

Sophia's jab may have been calculated (though Janus took it with a sense of humor), but you're relieved to see that both of them seem to have relaxed. The tension isn't completely gone, but at least, with this question, you don't feel like you're pushing boundaries.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Sophia: Sure, if the situation calls for it.

Janus: *scoffs* Who do you think I am?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Sophia: Usually their expressions. I tend to remember faces first, and the rest comes later. Also, most people don't think to control their reactions, and in my line of work, it's important to make note of that.

Janus: Body language. Tells you a lot about a person.

He gives you a wink and leans back in his chair. What he's supposedly picked up on you, you have no idea.

6. What's your eye color?

Sophia: Hazel.

Janus: Black.

7. Scary Stories or Happy Endings?

Sophia: Scary stories for sure, especially as a kid.

She smiles again—but this time, it's genuine.

Janus: Agreed. Though I'll admit to being a huge sucker for happy endings. It's nice when things actually work out.

8. Any special talents?

Sophia: Marksmanship. I'm an excellent shot.

Janus: There are several, but that's for you to find out.

It's not really an answer, but with the pointed (and admittedly insufferable) look that accompanies it, you're guessing it's the only one he's willing to share. Sophia gives a huff.

Sophia: I can think of a few off the top of my head.

Janus: Hush. That wasn't for you.

9. Where were you born?

Sophia: Harmont. I grew up in a tiny suburb in Skyline, but moved downtown when I joined the Watch.

Janus: I assume I was also born somewhere in the city, but I actually grew up as a lab rat.

Sophia: Wait, really?

Janus: No... of course not.

10. What are your hobbies?

Sophia: Depends on what you define as a hobby. I could talk about target practice again, except that's purely occupational. I do enjoy hiking and swimming, and just being active in general whenever I have some time to myself.

Janus: I have a sword. Leave that up to your imagination.

11. Do you have any pets?

Sophia: No. Ahren and I have talked about adopting in the past, but I wouldn't be able to help take care of it.

Janus: I've pet stray dogs in alleys and on sidewalks. Does that count?

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sophia: The Guard offers several martial arts classes for different circumstances. I took karate and Taekwondo as a part of my training, and I was also a swimmer in high school.

Janus: I'm more of a jiu-jitsu guy myself, but I learned Muay Thai at the same time, and I've dabbled in both karate and Taekwondo.

Sophia: Doesn't seem wise to spread your focus like that.

Janus: Hey, blame my handler, not me. A vigilante lifestyle is intense. But, speaking of which, I've been doing yoga lately, and it's truly life-changing. Really helps release tension in the muscles and the mind. You should give it a try, Colbo.

Sophia: Sure, right after I sweep the floor with your ass in a karate match.

Janus: Ha! Challenge accepted.

13. How tall are you?

Sophia: 5'6.

Janus: 5'10.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Janus: Let me guess for you, Colbo. Sports?

Sophia: That's an extracurricular, not a subject.

Janus: Isn't it, though?

Sophia: *through gritted teeth* Anyway. I enjoyed school, for the most part. I liked math and history the best, but I also had a great Spanish teacher.

Janus: Illuminating. I was homeschooled. Sort of. But I don't feel like I missed out on much by not attending a real school. I'm probably a better person because of it.

Sophia: Oh, yeah. You're just the picture of an upstanding citizen.

Janus: You know it.

15. Dream job?

Sophia: I've wanted to be a Guardian ever since I was little, and I did make it there eventually. Now, I'm an agent of the Watch, and honestly? I'm happy with where I am. It's not much easier, but it's fulfilling in its own way.

Janus: I'm living it, baby. Wouldn't change a thing.

You're no mind reader, but these both sound like truthful statements—at least, to some extent. As you dismiss Sophia and Janus, you wonder exactly how much they didn't tell you, and why.

This was so, so much fun to write (witty banter always is), but also a lot harder than I expected! Sophia and Janus are both very guarded people, especially around each other, so I knew it wouldn't be easy to get them to open up. But I would absolutely love to do this again, with another character or two! :D

[blackcur-rants]

Luz Noceda sat by herself at the bus stop, crying and covered in bruises. She clutched her copy of “To Kill a Mockingbird” close to her chest, raging softly but fiercely at how much the cruel, indifferent bigots depicted in Harper Lee’s prose reminded her so much of all the people who laughed at and hurt her and Mami and how both Atticus and Mami had good, strong names derived from the Roman myths Papa used to read to her. 

(“Don’t cry, Luz” she said to herself, “Don’t cry. You don’t want to give people any more reason to make fun of you”). 

The bus seemed to take forever on that misty, moist afternoon that felt like it was about to rain but never did. The willow trees swayed softly in the wind, and the mist almost made the small town of Gravesfield, Connecticut feel as if it were a magician’s illusion ready to dissipate at the slightest touch. Luz wished the whole world would melt away and reveal something…anything…that was better than this Hell of a world where a bloated TV mogul of the kind Azura would have blasted into cinders in an instant could win huge portions of America over to his side, while Papi was gone from this world. 

Luz began to cry like she had last cried during the week when she was sitting Shiva for Papi. Why was the world so unfair? Why couldn’t Papi have been there to protect and hold her like he did when he was alive? Why would G-d allow any of this to happen?

(Why did the Lord create me as I am?)

Luz’s tears were interrupted by the feeling of a hand upon her shoulder. She cringed a little, scared to see who it was who was touching her. 

As it happened, when Luz looked to her side to see who it was, she saw a tall White woman with an aquiline nose sticking out of a gaunt, angular face. Her blonde hair extended down to her shoulders and smelt of the cornfields and sunflowers Luz had heard existed out in the Midwest, but Luz could tell it was dyed rather than naturally being that way, and her dark brown eyes were piercing but warm. 

“Great book you have there” the stranger said, “I read it for the first time when I was your age”. 

“Was it something the teacher gave you?” Luz asked.

“No” the woman chuckled, “I read it for fun. Same time I was getting really into Twain, King, McDowell, and Fitzgerald. Also Dickens”.

“I’ve heard of Dickens” Luz said, “Dad really loved this book of his called ‘Two Cities’ or something like that”.

“Tale of Two Cities” the woman responded, “Can’t blame him. It’s a really fun one, easily my second fave after the Expectations-Copperfield double team. God those two guys are so in love. Your father had good taste, Luz”.

“Huh?” Luz asked, “How’d you know my name?”

“Sorry” the tall woman said as she stumbled over her words, “I…have a bad habit of guessing people’s names too early. What’s your name?”

“Luz Isabela Noceda” Luz sighed out sadly. 

“That’s a pretty name” the woman said, “Sounds Spanish”.

“Sephardic, actually” Luz chuckled, pleased at the compliment, “My dad was from Puerto Rico while Mami’s parents came here from the Dominican Republic”.

“So I’m assuming your family fled from the Spanish Inquisition in the 1400s just as my ex-boyfriend and his current flame had ancestors who fled from the Tsars and their accursed pogroms in the 1800s” the tall woman said, practically spitting out the words as if she was casting contempt upon both Pope Sixtus IV and Tsar Aleksandr III. 

“Yeah, that’s true” Luz said, “Think they fled with some other families with names like Galante and Toledano and Margalit and de la Vega and Madrigal and Rivera. It’s like we’ve never belonged anywhere”. 

“I sometimes feel that way about myself, to be quite honest” the tall woman responded, “The man who begat me…he was a harsh, cruel man who kept me isolated from my mother and preferred to keep me in a boarding school rather than taking care of me. It was a hard experience, but I eventually escaped from that hellish domicile and I found my true father who loved me for who I was”.

Luz tried once again to hold back tears, and was only stopped from breaking down into uncontrollable sobs when the tall woman put her hand on Luz’s shoulders once again. 

“You miss your own father, don’t you?” the tall woman asked, “He meant a lot to you, didn’t he?”.

“Si” Luz sobbed, “He and Mami are the only people I’ve ever met who understand me. I just feel so…alone…without him. It’s like the entire world is just…trapped in permanent eclipse”.

“Like that one kingdom in the third Azura book” the tall woman said, “I forget what it was called, though. It’s been a while since I read through those tomes and I forget a lot of how they went”.

“Grahanir” Luz said at last, “Grahanir was that kingdom’s name. It was shrouded under the vision of an eternal eclipse by a demonic lord named Roshvar because it wouldn’t give him love and tribute and worship, but Azura put a stop to that when she slew Lord Roshvar in battle and drove his ghost into the wilderness”. 

“Very good, little one” the tall woman said, “You have such a great memory”.

“Only for things I’m super into, though” Luz said, “When I’m not into a subject, it all flows out of my brain like water from a leaky dam”.

“I’m a little like that” the tall woman said, “Ask me about the intricacies of child psychology or the history of the Revolutionary War or cross-dimensional mathematics and I’m practically a super-computer. Ask me to understand why Putin is the way he is and I’m totally lost at sea”. 

Luz chuckled to herself, amused at the soft flippancy of the woman’s tone of voice. 

“Why are you so amazing…and I am not?” Luz asked, “You seem to know so much about the world and how to deal with your problems, and I’m such a loser who can’t do anything right other than edit together clips of ‘Monster Slayer Academia’ and ‘Spirit Devourer’ to rock songs and Broadway show tunes. And you seem to have crossed dimensions in your time”.

“Like I said” the tall woman answered back, “I’m not any more special than anyone else. I’ve never travelled much further than Spain and England in my time, I certainly couldn’t explain every intricacy of modern politics or economics to you even if I tried as hard as I could, and personally, I like to think that everyone in the whole entire world is special in their own way. That includes both me and you, and it’s not just a fancy way of saying that nobody is special, Luz”. 

With that, the tall woman gestured for Luz to kneel upon the ground as she herself did the same.

“Listen Luz” the tall woman said, wiping the tears out of Luz’s eyes, “I know it seems scary. I know it seems like this horror of grief and torment will never end, I know it seems like everything is so hopeless and bleak and the world is a hollow, horrible lie and that G-d has rejected you and left you to flounder, but keep your dream alive. That’s how the strong survive, little one”.

“What do you mean by that?” Luz asked.

“I mean that…” the tall woman answered, “One day, you will found people who are just like you and your parents. You’ll find people who love you as you are, people who won’t look down at you for your oddness or your neurodivergence. You’ll find that there are people who will lay down their lives for you and do anything to protect you from the people who want to hurt you. And the light that is your truest self, it will shine forth out of darkness and will melt away all of the ice that is this grief, and you, my child…will blossom into a new life and the fires of your mind and of your heart will warm and nurture others just as they warmed and nurtured you. And when you finally find true love…”

“Will we dance all night like Azura did with Prince Olivier!?” Luz asked.

“No” the tall woman chuckled, “but you will spread your wings and do a thousand things neither of you have ever done before!”.

Luz smiled again and kept holding onto the tall woman’s hand.

“What you and your true love will do together, however” the tall woman continued, “nothing will come between you, not even the powers of the earth or the stars above. For your love will burn so strong that even the most fearsome monsters of this or any other world will tremble to see it. And you will live together for many years and have strong and happy children who will make their Abuela and the spirit of their Abuelo as proud as you have. And when it is time, you and your love will fall asleep together under the most beautiful tree in the entire world and pass together into the Worlds Beyond, safe in the knowledge that you left behind a better world for those who will come after you”.

With those words having been concluded, Luz leapt into the tall woman’s arms and gave her the type of hug usually reserved solely for Mami and Papi. The tall woman was uncertain how to respond at first, until at last she gave in and wrapped her own arms around Luz’s tiny body as if she was hugging her own father back home in Indiana.

Thirty-five minutes later, the tall woman had carried Luz home in her arms before placing her down when they got home to the Noceda residence and knock knock knocking on the door. Camila had been so happy to see Luz that she and her daughter had hugged each other for five-and-a-half minutes straight before Camila and the tall woman had had a nice, long conversation about how Luz was such a great kid. The three women had tacos for dinner together that evening and discussed Mami’s veterinary work and something about old TV shows and movies before the tall woman had excused herself from the table at the end of the meal, saying that she had to be somewhere else and was just passing through Gravesfield on her way to a conference call in New York City. Luz and Mami were there to wave goodbye to her as she started to walk off into the mist and fog shrouding Gravesfield like a funerary veil. 

“Wait a minute, Señora” Camila Antonia Marchena-Noceda asked the tall woman just as she was about to leave town for other places, “What exactly did you say your name was again?”.

“Hopper” the tall woman said at last, “My name is Doctor Jane Elizabeth Hopper”. 

If the answers that I'm looking for are right before my eyes, gently, please just tell me that they are...

-Hirahara Ayaka

Keep your dream alive,

Dreaming is still how the strong survive

-Howard Ashman

A dream that will need

All the love you can give

Every day of your life

For as long as you live

Climb every mountain

Ford every stream

Follow every rainbow

'Till you find your place

-Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II

[pluralwives]

Source can be weird sometimes /pos

–Tal

Went to my first pride parade this weekend.

Super excited! Still a bit shy but it was super fun 😊

We marched through basically the whole downtown (my body still hurts 😭), I held onto this heart balloon someone randomly gifted me, occasionally Alesha would project into it occasionally like my arm was around xir waist, and we would walk side by side...

(people were chanting "Kiss, kiss, kiss" at random couples and I wanted to grab xir head and kiss it silly so much!)

We arrived at a park right in front of city hall (had to contain the urges inside my little anarchist heart/do hot girl shit)

Some people were talking. Someone was yelling abt nb erasure and I felt seen.

I asked a random person to take me these pictures.

And Alesha says that I look a lot like my mother in them...

Like, the body has an aunt that looks a lot like her: angular face, short chin, tired as fuck eyes. Though the jaw is still to strong...

But I look at these pictures and I just... miss her so much.

And I usually don't really have a chance to feel like her daughter...

Honestly, back in my old body I looked more like my dad than my mom. And it's been hard looking in the mirror, and not seeing myself.

And I just... wish I could wake up tomorrow, and look in the mirror, and see her again.

All I wanted was to see my mom again.

I love her so much...

[mrsmarlasinger]

I posted 9,071 times in 2022

That's 1,181 more posts than 2021!

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Longest Tag: 137 characters

#(btw universe i am knocking on wood and i'm nawt trying to extort *extra* luck by reblogging this a second time okay love u 🤜🪵🤜🪵🤜🪵)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My Favorite TLT Fanart Things

Ianthe

festeringly hawt, not TOO pretty

pale sallow skin. maybe a liiiiittle touch of jaundice, who can say

blood blood blood

small titty committee, but goddamn does she work that cleavage 😳

flat, colorless sheet of long hair (type 1a. texture what texture) that appears vaguely damp at all times

looks like she barely sleeps more than harrow

VISIBLY sickly, washed out, and fucking unhinged

weird vintage-y clothes that she somehow manages to slay OR slinky Barbiecore party girl dress in an obnoxious and unflattering shade of lavender

tall and svelte like a silver screen actress

men's clothes because i pick and choose what's canon here <33

slightly annoying face. punchable woman.

purple is HER color even though it looks terrible on her

evil freak with fucked-up insane eyes

looks at everyone like she's gonna fuck and/or cannibalize them. just radiating the most horrifying sexual energy you've ever seen

slut

cool gross mess of muscle and gristle connecting her bone arm to her shoulder

lean, kind of hollow face with high cheekbones (but still punchable-looking)

eyes either half-lidded and come-hither or just way way too scarily wide

possibly doesn't shower

ianthe can have piercings too. if she wants :)

Gideon | Harrow | Coronabeth

114 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#4

Dallin H. Oaks is the reason I could not remain in the Church.

Dallin H. Oaks is the reason I can't tell my parents that I've been dating a girl for eight months and I'm in love with her and I gave my virginity to her and the other night I dreamed that I proposed to her.

Dallin H. Oaks is the reason my father delights in saying the f-slur and making fun of his trans coworker, but god forbid the gays should marry, god forbid someone should reject the pronouns they were assigned from their very first breath.

Dallin H. fucking Oaks is the reason my parents and grandparents may never show up to my wedding, should I marry my girl, or meet my children, should I choose to have any.

And of course, it's not just Oaks, and if he weren't the emblem of homophobia in the Church, it would be someone else.

But I resent him so much.

I'm sorry—if nothing else, I believe in love. But I cannot love the man who so intensely embodies and perpetuates the pain I've endured for 21 years.

How dare he.

137 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

#3

My Favorite TLT Fanart Things

Harrow*

androgynously hawt, not TOO pretty

little curved fangs as gauges

lotssss of piercings

BONE INDUSTRIAL PIERCING

emo 14-year-old grunge blogger attire or ornate lacy goth princess attire, no in-between

insane bags under her eyes

NO bone tiddies on the rib corset (why)

mean scary little gremlin and/or pathetic wet scrunkly rat

at least vaguely pissed-looking at (almost) all times

black nail polish

flat af but not emaciated because :(

choker/collar thing made of vertically arranged bones (you know the one)

blood blood blood

doesn't look 25! she's only three years old!!

insane unhinged energy always

soft dark eyes. tender eyes. angry, powerful eyes. haunted eyes.

looks about as put-together as a goth freak on the wrong end of a bender

smeared face paint cuz she's fucked up

CATHOLIC SAINT IMAGERY!!!!

mean, pointy, vaguely sickly little ferret face with small angular features (ideal for conveying A. feral rage, B. tortured sorrow, or C. thinly veiled open exasperation)

hair juuust long enough to curl around her ears and get in her eyes, like an anime boy

neither butch nor femme but a secret third thing

*my special little guy 🖤

Gideon | Ianthe | Coronabeth

153 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#2

Mormons RECOVER from limp cabbage EMBARRASSMENT

156 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

22 ½ hours of Canadian Redditors attempting to draw their own flag on r/place:

Please note that this is juxtaposed with intricate pixel art of the Eiffel Tower, featuring The Little Prince...

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[tragedybunny]

A Fate Written in Indifferent Stars - Chapter 1

The Republic has fallen and the Empire has risen. Obi-Wan lives in exile on Tatooine, the distant guardian of Luke Skywalker. Amidst the desperation and desolation, the mysterious appearance of a Nightsister draws his curiosity. As he tries to piece together her true intentions, he finds himself more deeply entangled wit her than he ever intended.

Hello, Lovelies. This is my first real attempt at Star Wars fanfiction. So I'll start off by saying that I'm reasonably familiar with a lot of the hard canon like the films, but don't come for me if I contradict something that happened in a comic or novel. I'm doing my best. I'm trying to have a little fun with an OC and I admit this is very self-indulgent. I hope you'll not judge me too harshly.

Thank you dear reader. ❤ Tragedybunny

Obi-Wan lounged in his seat in the nearly empty cantina, sipping his drink slowly and observing. Even with the years that had passed on Tatooine without incident, he was ever suspicious that he would be discovered at any moment and found the local spot to be an important information hub. Despite its rundown appearance and questionable drink selection, it had the distinct benefit of being near to a cluster of docking ports of Mos Eisley known for less scrupulous customs agents. Meaning that to many who wanted to come and go without being noticed, it was a convenient stop. Tucked away in a dark corner he could observe them all, and monitor local chatter for any increased Imperial presence. All it cost were some of the precious credits he learned from whatever menial labor he had taken up, and time, which of these days he had plenty of.

Today seemed as quiet as so many of the others that had stretched on since he had deposited Luke into the arms of Owen and Beru. An endless parade of much that was the same; stinging sand, the unending heat, and nothing to hold onto but hope. Hope that one day the boy would grow into all that they had hoped his father would have been. He had just come to the last drops in his cup when he felt it, a ripple in the Force, it was a presence unknown to him, though the way it moved around them felt vaguely familiar, like a half-remembered dream. Muscles tensed and his senses reached out as he prepared himself for all the worst scenarios that played out in his mind. A hand strayed to his belt, looking for the lightsaber that was not there.

None of those scenarios were even close to the figure that strode through the cantina doors, a woman wrapped in a red cloak trimmed with a thin line of gold that covered her from her hair down past her waist, where it revealed black leggings and worn red boots. Only her hands and face were left visible to others. He could see she had high cheekbones and angular features, her gray skin was adorned with several linear tattoos of a deeper gray, and the eyes that peered from under the hood were a deep gold. There was no mistaking that she was the source of that disturbance he had felt, a tenuous but present connection with the Force, raw and unrefined with a touch of the dark side to it. To be sure she was neither Sith nor Jedi, but given her appearance, he was reasonably sure of her origin, unlikely as it was. Seeing her had drawn old memories to the surface of his mind, and he recalled that he’d felt the way the Force moved around her in only one other place, Dathomir. Admittedly, a Nightsister on Tatooine was almost impossible but wasn’t he here against nearly the same odds? She paused a moment at the door glancing around as if to take stock of what she saw. If it met with approval or disapproval he couldn't tell, her face remained a passive mask, neutral and unreadable.

It appeared that whatever she thought, the cantina was deemed to be good enough because after her initial assessment she stepped forward, moving deeper inside, and making her way to the bar where only a couple of patrons were seated. In response, after giving it a moment to not completely echo her steps, he rose from his seat and followed, looking as though he were simply seeking another drink. He chose a space as close as he could get to her without attracting attention and leaned nonchalantly against the counter. The situation discomforted him. What could possibly have brought her here? He didn't trust a Nightsister’s appearance to be some mere coincidence, not with what this planet was hiding. Her people have been known to serve dark powers in the past, he couldn't risk the chance that he or the boy had been, or would be, discovered. That meant he’d have to assess the situation as quickly and discreetly as possible.

As he passed Obi-Wan his second drink without prompting, hand open to look for payment, the human bartender gave her a quick once-over. Likely he'd never seen any species that exactly matched her looks, being that Dathomirans were a specialized subspecies of Zabrak that had rarely ventured off their home world before they were nearly wiped out. Imperial credits dropped on the counter earned her his full attention along with her own drink. "New here? "

"Is it that obvious?" If he had any doubt left it was confirmed hearing her speak, the accent of her people was nearly unmistakable.

Continuing to lean against the bar, he listened while looking into the distance, feigning disinterest in everything around him, another drifter from the sands that few paid any mind to. “I would remember a pretty thing like you having come in before." The flattery was being laid on thick today and he sensed that there was an ulterior motive from the bartender behind it. Not surprising, though Tatooine had many immigrants, few were of the conventionally attractive sort that certain businesses would be interested in. "Are you perhaps interested in work? Since you just arrived I assumed you may not have arrangements."

"Perhaps." Her tone was skeptical as she took the drink from his hands and took a first hesitant sip.

"If you're interested, I know a guy with some easy well-paying work. No toiling out in the sun or down in some mine shaft. Perfect for a delicate thing like you." He smiled at her with clearly forced congeniality.

"I'll give it some thought and I just may take you up on that." With her noncommittal answer, he moved along the bar to help another new arrival. Leaving Obi-Wan practically alone with the new arrival, sipping her drink, and watching the door. Perhaps she was waiting for someone.

Cautiously he inched his way closer to her, getting as near as he dared. "Some would say it's a bit of an odd choice to settle on Tatooine. It is a dangerous place you know."

"The whole galaxy is a dangerous place these days." She answered, setting her drink down and turning to face him. Those gold eyes seemed to glow ever so slightly as she studied him for a moment. He held his breath, would she be able to sense what he was? Most Nightsisters were Force Sensitive to some degree, though not all were as powerful as Talzin or Ventress had been.

When some time passed with no remark he allowed himself to relax and continue the conversation. "Fair enough I suppose. And what brings you to our only moderately dangerous, in comparison to the rest of the Galaxy, world? Oh, I beg your pardon, I haven't even got your name. Ben Kenobi.” He held out his hand and tried to give her a more convincing smile than the bartender’s. Since she hadn't detected anything, he thought he may as well keep going. If he could get anywhere now, it would be groundwork for later.

She took his hand, returning his smile ever so slightly, the barest hint of sharply pointed teeth visible between her lips. "I'm Zee, and I suppose to put it simply, I’m here to start over.”

"Well if you need anything, Zee, don't hesitate to ask. Be careful with that one,” he gestured to the bartender, “who knows what he’s trying to recruit you for, brothels, casinos, drug running."

She shrugged. "I never trust anything that seems too good to be true, but thanks for the info." A brunette, green-skinned Mirialan appeared at the door and waved to Zee. It would seem she wasn’t here completely on her own. Finishing her drink, she set the glass back on the bar counter and began to walk away. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around Kenobi.” As they started out the door, the Mirialan whispered something to her, and Zee glanced back at him before quickly exiting. He could only idly wonder what that had been about.

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His eyes were closed and he could feel the Force around him, living and mobile. He drew in a breath, reaching through it to his surroundings, sensing and feeling them. Through studying with Master Qui-Gon, his connection to the Force had grown greater every day.

A sharp noise cut through his meditations, severing him from his sense of peace. A message incoming to his holo communicator, a rarity these days. His pulse quickened, his first thought was of Owen and the worry that something happened to Luke. "Obi-Wan.” Her voice was entirely unmistakable, even as an agitated half-whisper, and his eyes opened immediately upon hearing it. "Obi-Wan, damn you! Answer me.”

He scrambled toward the table where he had left the communicator on the other side of his small living area from where he was currently seated. The impending sandstorm that has driven him inside this day might cut the transmission at any moment. When he reached it, his breath was stilled for a moment, there she stood in holo form, seemingly unchanged from when he’d last seen her. "Zelena?” He asked, not quite sure he could believe what was before his eyes.

Her expression turned from one of dire frustration to relieved surprise. "You answered! "

He hadn't seen her in years and for a moment he felt all the longing of the last precious moments he had spent with her rushing back to him. He was also painfully aware that, given the events that had led to those moments, something must be terribly wrong for her to be calling him. "Of course, I told you if you ever needed anything I'd be here. "

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to have to call you. I - I don't really know how to get myself out of this.” She stopped speaking for a moment arms wrapping around herself as though looking for comfort.

"What is ‘this’ exactly?" What had she gotten herself into that was bad enough that it caused her to hesitate? He felt tension flood his muscles, so much for serenity today. It had to be astronomically bad.

"I've been doing some work to rebuild my Sisterhood, I don't want any judgments on that from you Obi-Wan, and I ended up in a bit of a spot with the Black Sun." She stopped again still hesitating frustratingly and seemed to turn to check her surroundings.

He didn't know how much time they had for her message to get through. “Zel, please, just tell me.” He poured his whole will into sounding reassuring and strong, hopefully, it was enough to give her confidence for what they were facing.

For just a moment, there was something of a look in her eyes that he’d seen before, and it tugged at long-buried places in his heart before it was all too soon gone and she continued. "They have me on Ord Mantell, working jobs for them. I've managed to sneak off long enough to call you but they'll be looking for me. I can't get away by myself. Please." In her last word, he heard something in her voice he’d never heard before, fear, real and tangible.

He sighed, really deep down he knew that there was never any doubt he'd end up going to her, but he would have preferred it if it didn’t involve one of the galaxy's most notorious gangs. "I'm coming. Send me your coordinates. "

She seemed taken aback and he was genuinely hurt that she had ever doubted him but her clear relief washed away any hesitation he might have. "Thank you Obi. I'll be sending them. I have to go, I can't risk being discovered. Please hurry. "

As soon as her image vanished he was packing, assembling things from around the abandoned hut he’d set up as a small but comfortable home. Damn fool thing to do, run off into the maw of waiting gangers for a Dathomirian Witch. A Witch that had left him without so much as a shed tear or a look back. He couldn't find any more bitterness for that though, especially considering she'd been right about it in the end.

"You're really going to her?" The spectral voice of Qui-Gon interrupted him.

"I have to I promised. " He could hear the concern from his old master and he tried to brush it aside. They both knew that there were things more important than her that still needed to be looked after, but he’d given her his word, and he intended to keep it, while still keeping himself from forming another attachment to her.

"Be careful." It was a warning, though not a strong one. He knew Qui-Gon had faith in him.

"I won't forget my duty here." Even if he tried she never let him hear the end of it given all that has happened between them.

Tucked away in a box hidden beneath his bed he found the last item he intended to take with him, a lightsaber. It hasn't seen much use since the incident a couple of years ago with Leia, and with any luck, that trend would continue. But it was better to have it and not need it. "What of the boy if you don't return? "

It gave him the first moment of reflection he’d taken since her call. There was indeed much at risk but he felt something pulling him toward this beyond just his promise. Perhaps it was the will of the Force itself, telling him there was more at play here. "The Force will guide me back. "

The presence of his master dissipated but he could tell that he'd been approved up. All that was left was to find transport to Ord Mantell and chase down Zelena.

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The marketplace of Mos Eisley was crowded with an array of species. They came from all over the Galaxy, some out of desperation, some with nefarious desires, and some to disappear into the sands just as he had. He felt just a bit foolish haunting the stalls and storefronts in pursuit of her, trying to be inconspicuous even after having been at it for hours. The twin suns hung low in the sky and very soon the more prudent would close up shop, knowing the night was cover for the more unsavory citizens of the city. It would seem as if his quarry had eluded him today.

Then he spotted it, a flash of red near where one of the local butchers had set his wares out on display outside of his building. Moving swiftly through the crowd, careful not to draw attention to himself, he got as close to her as possible without being spotted, keeping out of sight just behind the corner of the building. Her voice carried over the din of the market and it was clear she was arguing with the Togrutan butcher. "You're asking that much for meat that's been baking in the sun all day! That's ridiculous sleemo.” She was certainly feisty, he’d give her that. Curiously, he waited to see where the exchange was headed.

“Take it or leave it, girl.” The butcher spat with thinning patience.

"Half.” She declared and crossed her arms while glaring at him. Obi-Wan almost expected her to conjure up some witch’s trick, instead, she simply continued to stare with iron determination. "The market is closing, do you really think someone else will come and take it off your hands?”

Another moment passed with neither giving way until without a word, she turned and began to walk away. "Fine." He rumbled as he relented and began to pack her purchase, while she let herself look a little smug.

When it was finally in her hands, Obi-Wan moved in colliding gently with her as she turned to walk away. "Watch where you’re - Ben!” A brief smile passed over her features when she recognized him.

"Apologies I wasn't paying attention. Good evening Zee.” His rehearsed tone was warm and friendly.

"Following me through the marketplace again?" She teased and adjusted the weight in her arms.

Although she didn't know it, she was completely right. Since that day she’d arrived, he'd arranged a couple of coincidental meetings with her in the marketplace and on her way to work. Through a combination of following her at a distance and listening to talk in the cantinas, he’d gotten enough information about her routines that it wasn’t too much of a challenge to set them up. He’d learned she’d taken up residence in a crowded tenement building, a haven for recent immigrants, not much better off than where Anakin had once lived with his mother in slave quarters row. Along with that, she’d started at Famina’s, one of the smaller casinos in the city, situated in a rough area not far from where she lived. Still, the work likely offered an appealing alternative to some of the harsher employment found on Tatooine, that he could personally attest to. Although he was still convinced serving overpriced drinks to sabacc players with delusions of being high rollers wasn't her end game. So he’d been using these encounters to build rapport with her. If he could just get close enough, she might let down her guard, maybe even think of him as a potential ally. "What gave it away?” He bantered back, falling in step beside her. "That looks quite heavy, do you want a hand?”

“It's fine." She didn't remark on him continuing to follow as she made her way across town to her home so he took it as permission to remain by her side.

"If you're sure. That stack of meat is almost as big as you.” Sweeping his gaze across the street, he made sure they weren't about to be run down by an errant speeder as Zee concentrated on her burden.

"Well, my species is carnivorous.” They were out of the chaos of the market and onto much quieter streets.

"Is it? I don't think I've met many... " Trailing off, he feigned embarrassment, waiting to see how exactly she would describe herself when pushed a bit.

“Zabrak. Don't worry I won't hold that against you."

"Don't Zabrak have horns?” They’d reach the housing block which was engulfed in its own kind of chaos. Families with multiple members shared close quarters, and many escaped outdoors into the relative cool of the evening to feel less confined. Adults argued or gossiped, elders sat in chairs simply breathing in the fresh air, and everywhere that there was room, their young ran rampant.

"Not all of them.” Before they reached Zelena’s door they made their way through a group of Rodian younglings playing while a not-so-watchful group of older teens stood some distance away. To him, their noise and exuberance were a sad echo of the times he’d spent helping with the lessons of the Temple’s younglings, and he felt their loss weighing on him once again. “Ben, is something wrong?” She stopped right at the door, and even with her friendly concern, it appeared she wouldn’t be letting him through her threshold.

He shook his head and chased the memories away. “No, just a long day.” She hadn't gone in but hadn't told him to leave either so he continued to loiter around for a moment, drawing out their time together.

"I had better get ready for my shift.” She’d finally come around to dismissing him.

"Of course. Where did you settle in at?" He asked, even though he knew the answer.

“Famina’s. You should drop by sometime. I'm sure even a hermit like yourself would find it enjoyable.” She reached over and pressed the switch to her door.

It was, among his life's accomplishments, a small triumph. But a triumph it was still. He'd made it past her initial defenses and gained a bit of her confidence. He could grow that and soon enough he'd figure her out. "Perhaps.” He waved as he began to walk away. "Good seeing you again."

"See you around Ben.” She waved back before disappearing into the inside of her apartment.