#I'm not calling either of them unattractive

[shepherds-of-haven]

How would the ROs rate their own attractiveness? Like do they consider themselves attractive?

Huh, good question!

Blade: he is distantly aware that other people/society in general considers him to be good-looking in some capacity. (By Ket standards, he and Gladius both are considered to be blessed with markedly good looks, but almost in a 'pretty boy' kind of way. Gladius is considered like stunningly beautiful while Blade has more of 'effortlessly hot' aura). So he would say other people probably think he's "above-average" in looks (but he also believes it to be more of a muscularity/strength thing than things like his facial features. Like women, if they do find him attractive, probably think so because he looks like a strong provider LMAO). But he himself doesn't think about his own attractiveness or appearance beyond what good hygiene and proper presentation dictate... he hardly spares himself a glance in the mirror most days. As you can tell by his haircut choices

Trouble: he considers himself to be average in looks, neither particularly handsome or particularly ugly, just exactly in the middle of the road! If asked to describe his own attractiveness in more detail, he'd probably say something like, "I clean up okay. I'm a decent-looking working-class guy? *shrug* I don't think anyone would be mad if I showed up at their doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, but artists aren't swooning over my cheekbones, either"

Tallys: Tallys considers herself to be a good-looking woman, probably an 8 if we're using a scale, a 9 if she put more effort into being conventionally beautiful (doing things like growing out her hair (!), using makeup or perfume, dressing well, etc.). She's confident in her own attractiveness and doesn't find much fault with her own features or body, but she also knows that doesn't mean she's everyone's specific cup of tea, either! She just believes that, according to a general standard, she rates highly in most areas, and no one could sincerely call her ugly. It helps that she's an Elf, since most of them have a high standard of confidence when it comes to their natural beauty!

Shery: before she joined the Shepherds, she believed herself to be average or below-average, and believed herself to be "mousy": hiding behind her bangs and spectacles was not something she ever saw conventionally beautiful people doing, so she grew up thinking she was forgettable or unremarkable, though not necessarily ugly or outright unattractive. Just sort of "plain." However, since joining and noticing that there are people who seem to compliment or even crush on her, she's since come to tentatively revise that opinion and thinks she could probably be considered "cute" by some people's standards, but she still thinks that her personality makes it hard for anyone to really notice her or become completely enthralled by her... so she would say she's probably like a 6 or 7 by looks alone, which she's content with!

Riel: as like a work of art or a painting (so judging by pure aesthetics alone, devoid of other considerations), he believes he rates around an 8 just going by the symmetry of his facial features, his taste in clothes, the fact that he's well-groomed, but he's a bit self-conscious of how he rates in terms of desirability or sexual appeal, which is a different thing entirely (in his own mind). Like, you can admit a painting is beautiful, but you don't want to fuck a painting? In those terms, he believes he falls well below the standards of the masculine ideal, probably resting at a 5, though he believes he makes up for it in other areas (wealth, intellect, uniqueness, etc). It doesn't bother him that much, but it is something that he is aware of at the back of his mind!

Chase: He thinks he's pretty good-looking (🙄), but that the effect is best felt and supplemented by his in-person charisma, charm, aura, and general personality. This is an extremely topical/dated example, but it's sort of like how a lot of people were largely indifferent to Glen Powell going strictly by looks alone, but then they saw him acting in Twisters or Top Gun or whatever and saw his chemistry with his co-stars and were suddenly like "oh 😳" Like he needs to be seen in action to really feel attracted to him?? Anyway, Chase thinks that if you were to see a perfect painting of him in a gallery, he's good-looking enough alone to make you stop and admire him, so probably like an 8... but his magnetism in person brings that to a 10 LOL

Red: He "doesn't really think about it" (🙄)--he more spends time grooming and styling himself to his own standards rather than really fretting over what other people would perceive or rate him as, but if you really pressed up, I think he'd say he's an 8 on a good day, potentially a 9 if he were to try very hard, but he'd sort of vaguely look around at everyone else to confirm if this was an arrogant thing for him to say lol, so he's definitely not totally sure about it! There aren't too many things he finds fault with when it comes to his physical appearance or body--he's generally satisfied and content in that department--but he also would never argue he's some great show-stopping beauty or gorgeous model: he just quietly lives with the idea that most people think he's a naturally pretty handsome guy!

Ayla: this is sad, but she probably rates herself a 3, maybe a 4 on a good day. 😕 Ayla thought she dispensed with thinking about her own appearance or attractiveness long ago, having accepted the fact that most people perceived her as this ragged, scrappy loner who mostly lived on the road and was lucky if she could find a stream to wash her hair in. She never possessed a mirror and, the rare times she stayed in a room that had one, she used it to check herself over for hidden injuries or things on her back and then went on her way... and none of this really mattered to her because she spent so much of her time alone. No one was really looking at her, she wasn't looking at herself, so who cared if she looked like a half-drowned rat with her hair growing into her eyes while she shook sand out of her clothes? Since joining the Shepherds, however, her private consciousness of her appearance has naturally increased, and sometimes she can feel quite down about it (especially when faced with the elegant grace of Tallys, the feminine cuteness of Shery, or the show-stopping beauty of Lavinet). Part of being in a group that she avoided was the vulnerability of natural comparison: no one's comparing you to anyone if you stand alone, but with the Shepherds, of course that's going to happen, even if only in her own mind... Anyway, this is a lot to say that she considers herself to be below-average in attractiveness, but is filled with a sullen self-loathing and pride when she considers doing anything to try to change that fact, so she just... resigns herself to feeling that way forever, if that makes any sense!

Briony: she thinks she's cute and can edge over into pretty when she tries really hard, so she'd probably say she hovers between a 6 and a 7 on an average day? While she thinks she has advantages like her striking hair color and eyes, she has areas that she privately feels a bit insecure about: she feels her face is too round, her nose is too short, feels like she's a bit short and compact and boyish in body when she's rather be tall and leggy like Tallys or buxom and curvaceous like Lavinet, etc. etc. It's not something that really bothers her--she figures that everybody feels that way about themselves--so she's happy with being "above-average" on most days. It's only when she's crushing on somebody and isn't sure of how they perceive her that she gets really unsure and self-conscious about it, and then she really obviously throws herself into styling herself to appear more feminine!

Lavinet: don't hate her, but she definitely thinks she's a 10 LOL. This is partly due to the fact that, by Blest beauty standards, she pretty much is a paragon of desirability, and everyone in her life has treated her as if she were a 10 or even outright said so... so there's really no reason for her to think otherwise! There are always small things she would tweak if she gave any thought to it, but in general she's been very happy with her appearance and how she's been able to use it as a tool to accomplish her goals in life!

Halek: he is well aware that he's gorgeous... he wouldn't say this out loud because he knows he'd get endlessly ragged on, but he'd probably say he's a 10 LMAO, maybe 9 so as to give the appearance of some humility... It's not even something he's arrogant about, he's just like aware of general beauty standards and is like 'yeah by no choice of my own and by complete accident of birth, i happen to fit these really well? *shrug*" It's nbd... and it's part of where his bde comes from, I'm sure

[blowjob-horseguy]

Steve opened his eyes and above him was a pale man with long curly hair. It fell like buoyant curtains of ringlets from either side of his head, obscuring their surroundings. The man frowned down at him with a fierceness that made Steve think for a second they had met in a tavern one night and Steve had done something to slight him.

Steve opened his mouth to speak and felt a sharp edge be pushed harder onto his throat. Steve's vocal cords froze. Whatever he did, it was really bad. Steve runs through a quick memory catalogue of all the men he's slighted recently and how, so he could know what to start apologizing profusely for.

Did he sleep with his woman? Did he sleep with his man? Did he win too much money from him? Did he lose too much money to him? None of those seemed right.

He considered briefly that he perhaps slept with the man himself but quickly dismissed the idea. If he had bedded anyone with hair like that and this passionate a disposition, he would not need to search for the memory.

He looked closer at his features. Hair so long it could easily be a maidens, and so dark it was almost blue. Thick, furrowed brows and lips thin and white, pressed tight together, sandwiched by dimpled cheeks. His skin was pale enough to look sickly and almost green in hue. Steve definitely would have remembered this face had he seen it before.

"You are awake" said the man.

His voice dragged like wood over coarse sand: like he wasn't used to speaking outloud. Steve got a glimpse of his teeth, Sharp and thin, unlike any other human teeth he had ever seen.

A chill ran down Steve's spine as he realized why.

This is no man; this is a Merrow!

Steve's mother had told him tales of these creatures.

When Steve answered the call to the sea, his mother warned him; beware of the sea maidens they may seem beautiful on the shore, but when they lure you to their home you see their true colors. Green skin and scaley behinds. Teeth sharp enough to tear through flesh, and claws the same.

The men are said to be even uglier, with the faces of hogs and catfish, and they drag sailors down to their dens to enslave them for eternity.

Steve has always been cautious about these monsters; avoiding the bright red cap that was the telltale sign of a merrow. The others on the ship have always ridiculed him for it, and now here he is in one of theirs's clutches.

and it's not... unattractive. Strangely.

"Speak" The merrow demanded

"Please let me go" Steve spoke, his voice breaking embarrassingly.

"Go where" the merrows eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Back to my ship."

"You will attack me."

"No, I won't I promise. I'm a peaceful man, very peaceful. Couldn't hurt a fly, me. Wouldn't even know where to start."

The jagged thing at Steve's neck pressed into his skin a little harder, Steve tried to lift his chin as far as it could go to get away, but he felt a small sting as the device broke his skin.

"All men lie."

"I'm not lying, I would never lie" Steve lied.

While far from the swashbuckling type, he has never shied away from a fight, especially when it comes to protecting his fellow crewmates. He's only been on the ship a few years, but he has improved his fighting form considerably from the naive nobleman's son he once was.

While he's not going to say it out loud, he probably would attack the thing, if given the opportunity.

The merrow didn't respond, just bored dark pools of black into Steve's soul. Steve silently pleaded back with his own eyes, just wanting to get out of this situation alive.

"Release me, I beg of you. I will cause you no trouble."

"I do not believe you, you will leave this place and call fleets of your men here to hunt me down." The merrow said panic evident in his voice now.

Steve's own panic subsided for a moment and he realized this creature did not seek to kill him for pleasure, but to avoid being killed itself.

Steve took a chance and lifted his hand to touch the pale arm that held the merrow aloft above him in a gesture he hoped conveyed comfort. He did so slowly, as not to startle, and gently so the merrow knew he had no intention to harm. The merrow eyed him wildly and with fear, but it allowed itself to be touched.

It's skin was cool to the touch and droplets fell from its skin as Steve wrapped his hand around its wiry forearm.

Steve tried to reach for his signature charm, the one his father swears he learned from him.

"I promise, I mean you no harm. I have no fleets of men. Half my fellows are so foolish they could not hunt down their own behinds" Steve said.

The merrow stared at him, eyes shifting about, looking him up and down for any hint of deception.

"I will not hurt or attack you, please just remove this device from my neck."

The Merrow seemed to steal it's resolve for a moment. then slowly the pressure was removed from Steve's neck. and the merrow slunk into water.

Steve sat up on the rocky shore. Without the creature's hair blocking out their surroundings, Steve saw he was in some sort of watery cave. Dark grey walls surrounded him as far as he could see, and a vast black lake stretched out in front of him. If only Steve could remember how he got here.

He looked back at the creature and saw the object that had been held to his neck was a jagged, broken shell that hadn't yet been worn smooth by the ocean. The merrow still held it nervously as it bobbed in the water at Steve's feet.

Even with half of it's body submerged, the merrow was nearly eye level with Steve. So either the water is shallow here, or the creature is of substantial size.

"Does this mean I'm free to leave?" Steve asked.

The merrow shook it's head. Black curls shaking out droplets of water with the motion.

"I cannot be sure that you won't return with weapons or more men" it said, "I searched your person while you were asleep, I took the dagger that hung around your middle, and the one on your leg."

How long had Steve been unconscious?

"Did you steal me away from my ship?" he had to ask.

The merrow looked offended at the suggestion.

"Steal you away? You intruded onto my home!" it said as it started rising out of the water. A jet black tail emerging slightly from the grey ocean.

Steve shrunk down and put his hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I have no memory of arriving here."

The merrow was taken aback at that and shrunk down into the water again.

"You don't remember?" it asked

Steve shook his head.

"You washed up onto my shore. No man has ever seen my shore before. Your treasures wash up here when your ships crash in the sea outside, but no man has ever washed up with them before." it said, clearly at unease with the idea.

Steves heart fell. Does this mean his ship crashed? Is he the lone survivor? he doesn't think he can take the thought of being left without the friends he's made on that vessel.

"Did- did anything else wash up with me?" Steve asked.

The merrow shook its head.

"There hasn't been a wreck near here in months."

Steve felt his spirit lift. That could mean his crew mates are alive and well!

But then how did he end up here? Steve tries to remember. His head aches something fierce.

"Why does your face look like that?" The merrow asked.

Rude.

"My head hurts"

The creature cocked its head to one side.

"You creatures are strange and delicate. Have you hurt yourself?"

"Hurt myself? I only just woke up! It's more likely you hurt me, than I hurt myself!"

Steve clutched his head in one hand and gestured at the creature with the other. He feels rather helpless in this situation.

"I did not hurt you! I removed you from the water. You creatures are not supposed to be in there!" The thing pointed towards Steve with its shell, as if illustrating what 'creatures' it was talking about.

"Well then, however I got to be there is how I hurt my head" Steve explained, aggravated by this easily excitable monster he's found himself with.

The creature frowned at him for a moment and then faster than anything it dove under the water. It's tail following behind it in a lithe arc like a sea serpent.

Perhaps it is a sea serpent. A strange shrill sea serpent with very soft skin.

Almost as fast as it left, the thing burst back out of the water.

Steve flinched away from the splash.

"Hold out your hand" the merrow demanded.

Steve held both his hands closer to his body.

"Why?"

The merrow lunged forward and grabbed one of Steve's hands.

Steve yelled, startled, his feet scrambled at the stones beneath him trying to get away from the shockingly strong and clamy hand that held his arm tight, but his leather soles slipped on the wet rock and Steve stayed put.

And then something slimy and oddly coarse fell into his palm.

The merrow shoved Steve's own hand towards his face.

It was seaweed.

"Wh-"

"Eat it."

Steve's eyes shot up to meet the merrow's.

"Raw?!"

"It helps me when my head hurts. It will help you."

Steve grimaced at the yellowish-brown pile in his hand.

"Is it medicinal in some way?"

"It is food."

"Ah."

The merrow starred at him expectingly.

Steve starred right back.

"I'm not going to eat this."

"Then your head will continue to ache."

"I don't think the lack of edible gunk is the cause of my headache, I believe it to be the same thing that's causing my amnesia" Steve said shaking the offending object out of his hand, "I must have hit my head when I was washing up on your shore."

"Like I said; you are strange delicate creatures," the merrow reached out his unoccupied hand towards Steve, "come into the water."

Steve leaned as far away as he could manage.

"So you can drown me?"

The Merrow rolled his eyes. It looked remarkably human in that instance.

"So I can heal you"

He doesn't know if it's delirium or blood loss, but Steve grabbed the pale hand in front of him and slid gently into the water.

The creature wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him closer to it. Steve felt the scales of it's tale press against his thighs through his trousers as he was held aloft in the freezing water. His feet dangled and he couldn't feel a bottom to the lake, nor to the creatures tail.

The merrow threw the shell that was in it's other hand away somewhere and grabbed a handful of the black water. It brought it's hands up, dripping the water onto Steves head. The cold shock seemed to ease his pain. Steve closed his eyes at the relief.

He felt an even pressure on the top of his head. A tingling sensation washed over him, trickling from the point of pressure down his neck and over his shoulders. It sent Steve's body shivering.

He opened his eyes and was met by two dark eyes staring back at him. The merrow was less than an inch from his face. one of it's hands was firmly planted between his shoulder blades, and the other was atop his head emitting the magical sensation.

"You had a bump on your head."

"Had?"

"I rid you of it."

Steve felt the hand trail down from the top of his head through his hair- still wet from whatever circumstances lead him here- and down his shoulder.

He does not understand why a monster would heal him of a headache, but as he is held steady in its strong arms and feels it's breath against his lips he doesn't think it wise to ask too many questions.

"Thank you." He said.

The merrow let go of him, and Steve pulled himself back up onto the shore.

He heard a wet thunk beside him and turned to see the merrow had joined him on the rock. Its body was facing Steve and it's tail was splayed out in front of it bent at the midpoint as if the thing had knees.

It's tail alone was twice the length of Steve's entire body and it tapered along its length until exploding out into 2 wide tail fins that had the jagged edges of burned parchment.

Suddenly the creature unbent it's tail, laying it across Steve's body and curling the end slightly around his waist. it was surprisingly heavy and the large scales had the texture of smooth river stones against his abdomen.

Steve looked bewildered at the creatures face, who had the same fierce and angry look as when Steve first woke up.

"So you will not run away." it explained.

"how many times do I have to tell you, I will bring no harm to you, even if I escape."

"I cannot take that chance."

"How long will you keep me here then?"

The tail wrapped halfway around Steve's waist constricted slightly, almost causing him lose his balance. The creature beside him leaned in menacingly.

"You will stay here until I can be sure you can be trusted." it said.

"And when will that be, hmm? What could possibly convince you?" Steve asked.

The creature looked down at itself for a moment, seemingly thinking of a solution.

"I- I don't know. I will. I will know it when I know it."

"Oh! You will know it when you know it. Thats fantastic." Steve spat.

"Well you have done nothing to prove your trustworthiness to me thus far" The creature spat back.

"Exactly! I have done nothing! I have not attacked you, I have not tried to escape, I have made no attempts on your life. I have been a model captive! Whereas you, foul creature that you are, have threatened my life, stolen my belongings, and tried to feed me muck from the bottom of the ocean!" Steve had snapped, pushed to far by this infernal creature and it's damp dank lair "And now I find you have no plan for my release. You know, my mother used to tell me tales about you creatures, but she neglected to mention just how stupid you are!"

The creature just looked at him, dumbstruck by his outburst.

It uncurled it's tale from around Steve's waist and moved it back into the water. It slid it's body so it was sitting beside Steve, instead of facing him.

"What is your name?" the merrow asked.

"What?" Steve replied

"What is your name?"

"Is this some kind of trick?"

"No. You say you have been a model captive; I wish to be a model captor. What is your name?" it looked at him with pleading eyes.

Steve sighed and ran a hand over his face. What has his life come to?

"Steve, my name is Steve." He said.

"And you do not eat seaweed, Steve."

"I-" Steve groaned, "I eat seaweed, of course I do, I live on a ship. I just don't eat it raw and fresh from the bottom of a pit is all."

"So how do you eat it." The creature asked.

"You let it dry and cure, you boil it over a flame. Do you know what flame is?" Steve asked.

The creature rolled its eyes again.

"Yes, I know what flame is. If I build you one will you eat?"

Steve was taken aback. The monster is worried about him eating?

"I- yes, I suppose" Steve stammered, "do you also have a pot to boil water in?"

"A bucket washed up last month, will that do?"

"Why yes that will do greatly" Steve said.

The creature quickly disappeared into the water.

Steve sat back on his hands; confused and... oddly touched by the gesture.

Despite the creature's constant suspicion, Steve hadn't even considered just swimming out of here. Mainly due to the fact that he has no idea where he is, if there is land near here, where his ship is, or even how to find the opening to this cave in such dark conditions.

He is tired and befuddled, his wet clothing is sticking to his skin uncomfortably, he is chilled by the air and sore from the hard rock, and now that he thinks about it, he is near starving. So, he truly does appreciate the Merrow's offer to build him a fire.

The merrow reappeared holding a rusty bucket aloft the water's surface. It handed the bucket to Steve, who found dry wood, flint, and a knife at the bottom of it.

Steve smiled.

"Where did you find all this stuff?" he asked

"Treasures wash up here after shipwrecks, I told you that before," The merrow said pulling itself back onto the rock, "now would you like to build the fire yourself, or shall I?"

.....

Steve started the fire, closer to the cave wall than to the edge of the water, and set the bucket, now full of water, carefully in the middle of the flames. It will take awhile before the water boils, but that just gives Steve time to lay his clothes out to dry.

He rid himself of his trousers first, the wet denim was the greatest offender to his skin, and his white linen shirt came after it. He laid them both flat in front of the fire.

He looked around, the creature was still gathering food. He's grateful, he feels oddly modest about being in the nude in front of the merrow.

Steve was crouched down warming his hands in front of the flames when he heard a telltale splash from behind him. He covered himself with his hands and whipped around to see the merrow had returned with 2 handfuls of seaweed and a small fish caught in its mouth.

It looked Steve up and down from its place in the water and then released the fish from its jaws onto the rock.

"Your clothes are gone," it pointed out.

Steve gestured with his chin to where they lay in front of the fire.

"I'm drying them."

"Ah," it said lifting itself by the elbows up onto the shore, "come take this stuff from me, I can't get over to you, it's difficult to move across land in this form."

Steve walked over to the merrow and grabbed the fish and seaweed from it.

"You say in this form; do you have another?" he asked

The merrow eyed him oddly.

"I thought your mother told you of us?" it asked.

"Well, yes, but she also told me the men of your species have the faces of hogs. As you clearly do not look like a hog, I figured she may have gotten some things wrong."

The edges of the merrows mouth twitched upward. It- it's smiling!

"I have a legged form as well. I could get my cap and join you for dinner?" It said.

So, she was right about the caps too. At least Steve hasn't been paranoid about nothing.

"Thats not necessary." Steve said, though he must admit he was curious.

Steve walked back to the fire and dumped the fish and seaweed into the water that had started to form small bubbles. They still had a while to go.

Steve turned back to the merrow, who was sitting on the rock, splayed out, scales and all, like some kind of ancient stone carving. It looked up at Steve, waiting for him to say something. Steve felt the need to cover himself again, the gaze of this creature is just so insistent, but he thought the act would just draw more attention to the area. Instead, he decided to ask something that had been nagging at him.

"Do you have a name?"

The merrow was taken aback for a moment before it answered.

"I was called Edward once."

"Once?"

"I was banished by my people to this cave, I haven't been called anything since then." it said, eyes going sad for a moment before snapping out of it.

"Edward the Banished" Steve mumbled.

"I suppose," Edward said squirming uncomfortably.

Steve hadn't expected him to hear that.

"I left my home to follow a friend onto a pirate ship that I quickly found was made up of novices who had never seen the inside of a ship before."

Edward raised his eyebrows at that.

"I see. 'can't hunt down their own behinds' indeed."

Steve breathed out a small laugh.

"I wasn't lying."

"Hmm..." the creature's mouth flattened into a thin line once more.

It doesn't believe him, not entirely.

No matter! Steve is just glad that it calmed down enough to allow him food and freedom of movement.

When the food was finished cooking Steve brought the bucket over to where Edward was sitting, or laying... where Edward was beached.

It frowned at him.

"You are sharing with me?"

"You caught it for me," Steve said taking a bit of meat from the fish.

It was saltier than he prefers it, but at least it was food. Which reminds him.

"Did I still have my water when I arrived here?" he asks.

"The bladder you had around your belt?"

Steve nodded.

"Yes, I took it along with your knives, I thought it had potential as a weapon," The merrow said, gnawing on seaweed.

"How long was I unconscious?"

The merrow frowned at his food.

"I'm not sure. The sun was just starting to set when I found you by the mouth of the cave, and it was fully dark when you awoke."

That means it could be as little as 5- 10 minutes.

"Do you need me to bring you your water?" Edward asked still gnawing.

"I would like that yes, but where is it that you go to fetch these things."

Edward looked him in the eye, squinting to see any hint of devious intentions on his face. Steve is getting tired of the scrutiny.

"I'm not going to tell you where your knives are, but I will bring you your water." the creature said slithering away into the depths once again.

Steve sat there, bare as the day he was born, and wondered what it would take to get this thing to trust him enough to let him go.

When the merrow came back with his bladder of water Steve tried not to drink it all in one gulp. It was so refreshing, and he was so thirsty, but he doesn't know how long he will have to be here, so he needs to ration.

"I have decided how you will earn my trust." Edward said out of the blue.

Steve nearly spilt his drink in his excitement. He put his water down and wiped his chin.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You will tell me more about your ship, and I will go out in search of it to see if the stories you tell are true." it said tapping its tale against the stone it sat on in no particular rhythm. it looked nervous about this plan.

"You'll find my ship?" Steve asked, amazed at his own luck.

"You will come with me so I know where you are, and I'm not giving you back your weapons, and I will keep tight hold of you, and if I find your ship and it is not the novices you said it was, I will leave you stranded on a sand bar," it said sternly.

"Okay! what do you want to know first?" Steve asked leaning forward, excited to get the process started.

"Tomorrow, you will tell me about your ship tomorrow. Now it is time to sleep" it said and then swam away.

It is a strange and confusing creature.

Still, Steve curled up on his clothes in front of the fire and eagerly laid down his head to rest. He at last sees hope of escape, and he can't wait until tomorrow.

[casurlaub]

Remus Lupin doesn't have visible scars

In the books Remus doesn't have any visible scars that we know of (don't talk to me about the movies). It's safe to assume that Greyback's bite/attack left a scar because Greyback scarred Bill without even having transformed, but we never see Remus's bite scar. Remus himself tells us that werewolf wounds are cursed and that he bit and scratched himself. But there's nothing to suggest Remus has scars on parts of his body usually visible to the public, let alone is covered in them.

In fact, it's far more likely that he doesn't have any visible scars, or if he did, that they were very inconspicuous.

Because - although Harry can be oblivious at times - Harry notices a great deal about his appearance. Forgive me for not using the exact quotes here, but:

Harry notices that Remus looks quite young, notices his hair color (light brown), but also that it's already flecked with grey, he notices the state of his robes, he notices his pallid skin (more than once), he notices how he looks as if he had a few square meals, he notices how he looks ill again, how his robes hang loosely from his shoulders, he notices his facial expressions in great detail (e.g. shaken and pleased), he notices throughout the years how his hair becomes greyer, and his robes more patched and shabby. But he never mentions facial scars or scarred hands. And when he calls Remus to him in the Forbidden Forest, Remus - in death - looks younger and his hair is thicker and darker, but Harry doesn't notice any sudden absence of scars.

So, it's one of two things... Either Remus cast glamour charms on himself regularly (but why wasn't his corpse covered in scars then?)... or he simply didn't have any scars in places that would be visible when wearing normal clothing. Considering Harry's astute observation (that sounds sarcastic, but for once I'm not), the latter is far more likely. After all, he notices Moody's scars right away.

Why does this matter, you ask? Let the man have scars! It adds to his tragedy! Well, I disagree.

It matters because it shows that the whole idea of him (werewolves) being dirty, contaminated, stained is linked to his very being. Nothing he does can change a thing about it, it is linked to him because he is a werewolf, not because he looks or acts like a werewolf or any certain kind of way. His 'dirtiness' isn't something that you can see from the outside, it isn't slammed into your face by his looks, meaning his appearance cannot be used as proof to justify prejudice against werewolves along the lines of 'oh, see, of course the violent werewolf is slashing himself'. It matters because it shows just how deep the stigma carries (not that discriminating against people who are considered physically unattractive is okay by any means - it's not!). People are appalled by him even though there's no visible proof of his alleged unhinged nature, they simply assume once they know because that's how werewolves are, right, and don't even give him a chance. Well, the thing is, Remus serves as proof that it - unhinged and feral - is not how werewolves are. In fact, the author made a great effort to make Remus as un-werewolf-y as possible. Yes, he's poor, his clothes are in a bad state, but that's due to the circumstances; he didn't discard basic hygiene and surrender to his wolfish nature like Greyback. He's not only fighting for the side that continues to oppress him (and ffs, he's even identifying with it!), dying a martyr for them, he's constantly narrated as talking 'mildly', 'softly', 'pleasantly', and 'quietly'. Yes, Remus isn't always nice and he's not naive; he's a real warrior. But covering him in scars takes away from that alleged contradiction, it takes away from how meaningful it is when he at times loses his precious self-control, because it is already putting him closer to the feral, unhinged being he is in society's eyes.

Also, the absence of visible scars puts much more weight onto Remus's character. He is mild and pleasant and quiet although he doesn't really have to be. There's nothing on the outside he has to make up for. He's not physically intimidating, there's nothing feral about him, nothing to give away his werewolf status at first glance. And he still does it because it's just so important to him not to be seen as the usual werewolf. That must never happen. If he had visible scars he would have much more reason to adjust his behavior. So, him doing it nonetheless hits harder, because it shows us, how much he himself really identifies with being a werewolf. He's not primarily acting like that because the expectation of others he wants to prove wrong, but because he himself sees it a necessity even before others can have any expectations of him. It puts a different weight onto his avoidant behavior and his self-loathing. Because he is shunning himself in anticipation of being shunned. It's not his appearance that takes the decision away from him. It really shows how deep his self-loathing runs, how deep the mere knowledge of being a werewolf, not looking like one, not acting like one defines him. And I think that's part of the point of his condition - his own view of himself and the view of others, both looking at him through the lens of 'werewolf' first and foremost although there's no real evidence to suggest he's different from other people - at least not in a sense that should matter to others.

Moreover, his scars might - would probably - serve as a reminder of how awful his transformations truly were. Without them, it - the pain - becomes invisible to a degree. Which is part of the tragedy. It is so easy to forget an illness you cannot relate to when it's invisible. And by forget I don't mean really forget, but forgetting what it truly meant for him. No matter your compassion - a reality that isn't yours might slip your mind unless it is constantly brought to your mind. But with a lack of scars it isn't.

Focusing on the scars as much as we do also seems to drag the focus away from one aspect of lycanthropy that is canon - him being weary, exhausted, drained of energy. He's constantly pale, pallid, looks as if he hasn't eaten enough, he sleeps through the train ride to Hogwarts in PoA despite the Sneakoscope going off, the trolley witch, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle visiting, Ron knocking things over. Don't get me wrong, it's possible to show them both hand in hand - scars and exhaustion - (and I've seen it done well), but more often than not his scars/physical wounds take over the main focus. Suddenly the focus shifts to something that is cooler, more sexy instead of showing how unsexy a chronic illness feels. What should be a reminder of his suffering is used to glamorize his condition, hung as a medal of bravery around his neck, is at worst misused to serve for some sexy scar tending while other aspects of his lycanthropy are tossed out of the window. Because tiredness, exhaustion, queasiness, soreness, pain, patience running low and nerves stretched thin because of all that and feeling like a burden to those around you all the while pretending to be fine for fear of actually being a burden just aren't sexy. So... just no.

Sympathy is all good and well, but don't use his scars as an excuse to turn his condition into something cool.

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Lookism with a Daki reader

Daki was an antagonist in Demon Slayer's Entertainment District Arc and was one of the 12 Kizuki, specifically sharing the rank of upper moon 6 with her brother Gyutaro. She disguised as an Oiran but is actually a demon. She and her brother were slain by Demon Hunters.

• You are part of this gang called the Twelve Kizuki, a gang made up of rich and talented people that are actually fighters who are mostly active around nighttime. You and your older brother swore loyalty to the leader of the gang after upper moon 2 took you guys in when you were left homeless. You address yourself as Ume Shabana at public places and Daki when you're in fighter mode. You also have a side job as a model while attending high school. You hide your flower tattoos on your face with makeup.

• Born as a very rare beauty, you have lots of men that would obey your every word at your disposal and your charm fooled all of them. You also have your brother that will protect you from the other gangs and annoying suitors. The only man that you adore was Muzan, the leader of the Twelve Kizuki.

• I'm gonna be honest here, you probably were a bully at either Daniel's old school or Jaewon High. You are a member at the beauty department since you despise being near unattractive people but Gyutaro's an exception. People definitely did a double take when you just casually say that the creepy, gross, and horrific man with syphilis is actually your brother.

• You bullied lots of students... Duke Pyeon or Jiho Park, you don't care, they're both pushovers anyway. You can't stand Yui Kim because that fake-ass bitch thinks she's hot shit. Your beauty and strength far exceeds that of the other girls in school and made a reputation of yourself as the most beautiful and strongest female in Jaewon High.

• Speaking of your strength, you're scary AF... Like, one time Vin demanded asked that you give him your number and go out with him. And what did you do? You fucking uppercut punched him so hard his sunglasses shattered. When Duke refused to do something for you, she pulled on his ear until it bleed. Vasco saw that and confronted you at the cafeteria...

Vasco: "Hey you."

Ume: "Hah?"

Vasco: "The way you're bossing around the weak... I won't stand for it. Go and apologize-"

Ume: *Punches table* "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO, MORON?! AN UGLY MUSCLE HEAD LIKE YOU CAN'T ORDER ME AROUND! I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT--"

Gyutaro: "UME! You don't wanna fight him here. Let's just settle this at the back"

Ume: "WHO CARES?! I WANT TO PULVERIZE THIS SORRY EXCUSE OF A MEAT SACK RIGHT NOW!"

Gyutaro: "UME! YOU BROKE THE TABLE! AT LEAST EAT BEFORE FIGHTING HIM!"

• ....This is why no one wants to put up a fight with you. Just one punch and that steel table was destroyed. Both students and teachers find your short-tempered attitude intimidating and troublesome. The teachers just turned blind eyes when it involves you or anyone in Lookism as to not get on your bad side. The students have a very hard time interacting with you despite your reputation as the most beautiful girl in the school.

• When Big Daniel came in the picture, your life just took a sharp turn. You thought of him as naive but handsome when first introduced. You tried charming him after Zoe failed her attempt, however, he just kept quiet and avoids eye contact no matter how many times you tried asking him to come with you. Just like Vasco, he also called you out on your cruelty with others. Gyutaro found his goody-two-shoes personality foolish and you guys did not meet him again after that.

• Somewhere in the Arcs, he wanted to be allies with you and Gyutaro so he asked if you could join them. Gyutaro was pissed and decided to fight him while you fight Vasco, Zack, and Jay..... Daniel...won?.... Then that means your brother is-- You panicked and ran to your brother, hoping that he's not dead... He's...fine?... What do you mean he's fine?... Are you taking pity on us?! WE ARE NOT WEAKLINGS TO BE GROVELING AT YOUR FEET!!!--

• Daniel and co. decided to give you two a choice if you want to join them or not. In time you gave more thought about it... By the rules of the Twelve Kizuki, if a member is defeated, then their lives shall be taken by the winner that in order to become one of the members... And this Daniel Park just wants you to reconsider???

• Hahaha... He's so odd, so weird... so foolish. Oh well, I guess you and your brother are now one of them... It's time to quit ties with the Twelve Kizuki and say goodbye to your dear leader. You became allies with Daniel.

• Remember Duke Pyeon? Yeah, he told you to apologize to him...

Duke: *Hears a knock from the door* "O-oh! Don't worry grandma, I'll get it! Who could be the knocking so late at night?--" *Opens door*

Duke: "!!!.... M-m-miss Shabana?! ....U-um, wha--"

Ume: "I... I don't know how this works SO DON'T GET ANY IDEAS, FAT-ASS."

Ume: *Bows deeply* "I...I... Ugh... I'm sorry!"

Duke: "..."

Ume: ".... Well?! Aren't you gonna say anything?"

Duke: "How did you get my address--"

• Anyways! You and Duke settled your bully and pushover conflict with the watchful eyes of Gyutaro. You still hate Jiho though. You and Gyutaro were actually tempted to accept Gun's offer to be the strongest but brushed it off and fought him. Goo is annoying as hell, basically the same level of cockiness as Vin. You managed to have friends of your own like Mira, Zoe, and that that fake-ass bitch Yui is not so bad...

• One thing the guys are actually thankful for is that you treat everybody the same. Wether they being beautiful or ugly, you'll still kick their ass.

[vickyyoon]

Your Professor bang Chan

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: smut,

Paring: professor!Bang chan x student! fem!reader

Synopsis: you couldn't bribe your professor to rounding up your grade so you give him something he'll want every day.

Warnings: oral sex (both receiving), semi-public sex, yandere traits, stalking etc.

You weren't a bad student, not at all in fact you were one of the best students in your class. Your grades were perfect in almost every single subject except for biology.

Your professor, Bang chan was very precised with the subject. He always seemed to be dissatisfied with your answers and expected more from you.

You even tried to give answers the way he wanted but you always somehow failed. He wasnt like this with the other students though. He was very soft with them and they all liked him back but you.

You didn't understand why he liked to embarrass you in front of the entire class. Every time he would humiliate you.

He would judge you head to toe. From the way you walk, the way you dress to the way you eat.

You always wondered why you failed this subject. This was the last semester and you had to pass this time.

You decided to beg him for a reason and what you could be doing to please him with the test papers. So just before the exam you were planning to visit his office. Unlike other professors, he had his own personal office.

But before you could even leave the lecture, he called you " Y/n. Yes you. I want you in my office." and your heart was racing and rushing.

What could've you possibly done to piss him off? He got mad at the slightest of the things you did. Like that one time you forgot to bring your model, alot of students didn't either but he blamed you for setting an influence.

"But the-"

" the due date is 5 days later? We'll I expect you to be punctual." he lectured you on and on about it and you were about to cry.

You knock on the door of his office. A cold stern voice asks you to come in. You sit down in front you him and you were sweating in the cold room out of fear.

" D-did you call me, sir?" you couldn't even hide it you were stuttering-scared.

"yes. I called you here to discuss about your performance. Seemingly you're outstanding in every other subject except for mine. What is the problem here?"

Your head was spinning now. " sir, I'm trying my best to give descriptive answers but nothing seems to please you. I take extra classes just to master this subject but still I keep on failing."

You tried to keep yourself together but it felt like you were about to cry and beg him to give you the answer sheets.

" you could just study with me."

He sounded so weird. You never expected this answer from him.

"sir, is there anyway I can improve my grades? I can pay you. I'll do anything to pass please."

You could not help but beg. Seeing you helpless he decided to ask for something you couldn't ever imagine from him.

" anything? Really anything?"

And you nodded pleading him to just tell what he wanted. He got up from his desk and locked the door. Then he closed the blinds. He sits back down in front of you. With his hands intertwined with each other in front of his face.

" I want you "

The request was so blunt and straightforward, it caught you off guard and you wanted to leave that place but your mind began to flood back with other thoughts.

If you did reject him, he would lower your grades for sure and it's not like he's unattractive, he was ridiculously handsome. You did like the first time you saw him but he was stubborn.

You were stuck in the seat like a paralyzed person.

"Com'on wouldn't you do anything to pass? Then get down on your knees"

You wondered how he saw you as. How did you look like a slut? Your body was covered like a decent person.

He came upto you and you stared at the strained buldge on his pants.

You unbuckled his belt and pulled his garments in one tug. His cock was so pretty. It was big and the tip was pink.

It was leaking precum and was throbbing. You licked the tip before shoving it down your throat. You hollowed you mouth to give it the gunny feeling it craved for.

If you were getting the best grades then you have to give him the best blow job he'll ever have.

He never knew how good you were at it. The second you inner cheek touched his side he couldn't help but falter.

It was so good he had to bite his lower lips to keep himself from being too loud. The touch got him is so sensitive. He was bucking his hips into you when you moaned back.

Seemed like he was enjoying everything second of it.

And he came in your mouth when you choked on a moan. You swallow all of it.

" now why don't I have a taste of you?"

Gosh were you really losing your virginity to your professor? Unlike his rude behavior in class. He treated you like a fragile antique doll, softly picking you up and placing you in his desk. Peeling off the underwear to just see a wet pussy.

" gosh so wet for me?" he chuckled going down to kiss it. The suck in your clit had you shaking.

" so sensitive..." he commented in a breathy whisper . He was sucking your pussy clean like it was his favorite dish. The moans on your clit sent shivering vibration down your core and you clutched onto nothing.

This was where his confessions came out. You were not ready to hear all that.

He was madly in love with you. He planned on having a life with you the second he saw you. He would stalk you and click pictures of you sleeping, laughing and showering.

He paid the other subject teachers to sum up your grade so you can be the topper. It was all apart of his plan. He created such an image to which you found no escape in the options.

His confessions made you angry, flushed and terrified. You wondered what this handsome man saw in you that he would go to such an extent.

" There's no one fairer than you my love." his compliments were always sweet.

"I'm sorry but I needed to have you somehow or else I would be dead." he said

He seemed like he was about to cry out of joy. You were like a glass doll to him. And if you broke he would be crying. He couldn't go rough on you. He just wanted to please you and earn your love.

"w-what do you like about me?" you asked.

"what not do I like about you Y/n? Your gaze, your tears, your smile, you heart, your behavior and your traits." he couldn't stop going in and on about it..

Before you knew it he was on top of you. "can I please have you?" he pleaded.

You let him because you wanted it too. " I promise I'll be gentle" like you didn't know.

You were shivering under his touch. "Do you love me back?" he asked.Pinning your hands down to the desk laying you down.

You weren't going to lie. You too fell in love with him but who wouldnt? Everyone liked him. Everyone wanted him. How could you have him? You tried to stay away from those disgusting thoughts but you only wondered if he was single or taken.

Every time you saw him you would get wet. You would flush red.

His heart melted hearing those words from you.

His thrusts were definitely slow but it felt amazing. It felt like heaven. You were never a bad girl but today you had to do what had to be done.

His lips devouring your face in a feverish lust. He was a complete different person...

You both came together not long after. You were sent back to the class with the hopes of passing biology.

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There could be a pt 2 if you just... You know ���😉

[yardsards]

This is why I refuse to watch/read delicious in dungeon. The entire thing gives me fatphobic vibes.

see the premise as a whole is actually very body positive (i myself had similar worries that a story about eating "healthy" would rely on fatphobic ideas of "healthy", but was pleasantly surprised). like, its approach to "healthy" is "make sure you're eating enough of everything so that your body has enough fuel. make sure you're resting enough and not overworking." rather than "you must not eat The Bad Junk Food." (like, there's one part early on where they're like "oh, we've eaten too much vegetables and lean meat, we need to eat more fat" so they search for fatty meat and eggs. and then later they eat deep fried food and no one is ever like "oh no, this is too fattening" they're just like "wow this is great it's so crispy and tasty")

and the core message of it all is just like "your body is a part of you, and is the part of you that allows you to do things and reach your goals. don't treat it like a burden or an afterthought." and the series has had a positive impact on the way i view and treat my body

and overall, it's better than a lot of other popular anime series in terms of representing realistic and diverse body types. our two human (or "tallman" as they're called in-universe) main characters, laios and falin, are not super skinny, with no wasp waist or shrink-wrapped abs. i would not consider either of them fat in canon, but they're still fatter than your average popular anime character. certain races like dwarves and orcs are just naturally stout, and are never treated as being unhealthy or unattractive because of their weight. fatness is said to be a respected trait among adventurers, as a sign that you're good at survival and can safely recover from injuries.

however. the show has a few small things that make me raise my eyebrows. one or two iffy offhand comments (glaring at you, That One Conversation about laios's hunger near the end) that in most media i'd just be like "sighhh, normalized societal fatphobia strikes again, as expected." but for this series it's like "god damn it, i expected better from you."

and some things about how body types between fantasy races are handled leaves something to be desired for me. like yeah dwarves are all stocky, but also elves are all slender. it makes sense for the different fantasy races to have different *average* body types, but i wish we got to see more variation from those averages between individuals.

(also, i can fully understand praising laios and falin's canon body types! even medium body types are underrepresented in most media and it's good to see more of them! but calling them *fat* representation just feels inaccurate to me)

it's just like. dungeon meshi is GOOD in terms of body positivity and representation, but it's not PERFECT.

like, i love this show/manga (if you couldn't tell from the content of my blog)

mostly i voice my complaints bc like. i'm tired of tumblr getting it's hands on a piece of media that is good and generally progressive and acting like the media is *perfect*. and then proceeding to treat anyone who points out things the media could have done better as if they personally slayed your firstborn. (and then, months later, after the hype dies down, realize that some of that criticism was actually very valid, and then violently knock the piece of media down from its pedestal. and act like everyone involved in the media's creation are irredeemable scum and that anyone who still likes it should be ashamed)

so yeah, funny dungeon show good, and i strongly recommend it if you like fantasy stories and food and worldbuilding, just don't expect it to be a flawless paragon of representation and fat positivity

(also take everything i say here with a grain of salt bc i myself am thin, i just care a lot about representation in media and body acceptance and dismantling fatphobia)

[syndrossi]

so we got ideas as to what the twins would give daemon for his nameday, what would rhea give him?

furthermore, what do daemon and the boys gift rhea on her nameday? breakfast in bed? a horse ride (safely ofc across the vale?), rhaegar braiding her hair?

i gots to know my bud, i gots to know

For Daemon

Rhea's going to do some heavy research to make up for the misinformation she's swallowed for years on Daemon. She'll learn his absolute favorite meal and having all the necessary ingredients (and possibly cooks) procured to have it served for supper. Then she'll want a gesture of trust, one both for Daemon and the people of Runestone (and the Vale). Not entirely sure what form it would take--formally naming him an advisor or regent in the event of her being unavailable/incapacitated, perhaps?

And finally a gift-gift. Given his love of things dragon and Valyrian, she might seek out any books scattered about the world on either subject for him. Alternately, she might herself commission that book of children's stories about House Targaryen that Daemon mused about in one of the concepts.

For Rhea

Daemon absolutely organizes a hunt for Rhea--somewhere exotic that she's never been before. He'll make all the arrangements with the local lord for horses, escort, etc and then fly them all on Caraxes to take part. For a physical gift, I feel like Daemon would want to give her something beautiful, maybe jewelry. Sort of an apology for calling her unattractive for so many years. A bronze setting for House Royce, and perhaps black/fire opal for the gem? He assumes that she's always gifted hunting/hawking/practical things, so he wants her to have a piece of heirloom jewelry of her house to pass on. There are enough people in Essos courting his favor for him to get his hands on some nice opal specimans.

(There will be other name days to get creative with hunting gifts, after all.)

Let's see, what could the twins could get her? I'm thinking the earliest they'd be capable of arranging an actual "gift" would be 3-4. Rhaegar composes a song for her favorite falcon, naturally, and he and Jon conspire with Ser Willam to have a special hawking glove made with protective runes etched into the leather.

[recreationalfanfics]

I love your writing, can you possibly do Yandere Loki and maybe Aphrodite with an Asexual Reader who’s not physically attracted by them, rather they tell them how they’re very ‘Ugly/Unattractive’ because of their personality (I’m Ace myself) how do you think they’ll react to Reader calling Thrud ‘Beautiful’ and the ‘True Maiden/Beauty in Heaven’ because Reader likes Thrud for her personality (I think it would be funny since I believe Loki knows he’s attractive, same for Aphrodite but to the extreme, and I definitely would find it hilarious for them to be knocked down a peg or two because Reader isn’t afraid to call them out on their bullshit and tell them they’re Ugly)

I ADORE Thrud, she’s so beautiful 😭 (She’s so pretty and cute, like HOW can anyone THINK she’s a monster??)

NO, YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THIS AND TY FOR THE THRUD REQUEST. LIKE, LOKI DEF KNOWS HE'S PRETTY BUT I KNOW WHERE MY LOYALTIES LIE AND HAS TO KNOW HIS PLACE WHEN IT COMES TO THRUD.

Yandere! Aphrodite + Yandere! Loki w an Ace! Darling who likes Thrud Better

Yandere! Aphrodite:

- As the Goddess of Love and Beauty, she is entitled to some degree to think that she's attractive so why wouldn't you fall for her?

- Despite how many times you try to tell her you're uncomfortable with it, she will try to seduce you but stops when you push her away or genuinely seem upset with her attempts.

- She either assumes that you're shy or that you are simply playing hard to get, which she enjoys for a while. You know Kokomi Teruhashi from Saiki K who simply can not accept the fact Saiki isn't interested in her? Literally how she acts.

- When you try to tell you aren't attracted to her, she doesn't really listen which finally causes you to snap and tell her that she's ugly. She laughs in your face and coos about how her darling has such an odd sense of humor.

- "No, I'm not joking! You may be pretty on the outside but I could never love anyone whose as ugly as you. Especially someone who can't respect my boundaries and choices!"

- And she is shocked for a bit...but then she is PISSED. YOU UNGRATEFUL WHELP, ARE YOU NOT AWARE OF HOW MANY MORTALS AND GODS WOULD LOVE TO BE IN YOUR SHOES!? TO BE ADORED BY HER THE WAY SHE ADORES YOU!

- She gets angry and yells at you. You knew she wouldn't be happy to hear it and her lashing out at you only proved your point about how truly ugly she was. You backed away from her as she tried to walk towards you, trying to grab you, but she was stopped by someone who stood between you two.

- "Hey! Leave them alone."

- "YOU FOOLISH VALKYRIE, YOU DARE STAND AGAINST A GODDESS!?"

- "If she's taking out her anger on a mortal she's been HARASSING since Ragnarok started, then yes!"

- She glares from Thrud, to you, to Thrud again. Then she turns around and walks off, trying to pick up the dignity she had as a Goddess after being brutally rejected by you. She sulks and rages and mopes for a few days, after all, HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK SHE WAS UGLY!?

- When she's finally in her right state of mind, she tries to approach you again. Maybe she can apologize and change your mind about her! After all, she will admit that looking back she has been a bit touchy but she's so in love with you! Maybe if you saw that then you'd accept her. Oh, and there you are- Wait, why are you with Thrud??

- It turns out that while she was in heartbreak, you and the most muscular Valkyrie sister had grown quite close. Thrud protecting you from other God's, letting you sit on her shoulder and laughing as you talked about how much taller you felt. You looked so happy around her, why didn't you look that happy with Aphrodite!?

- Then you called her the True Beauty of Heaven and Aphrodite is once again sent into an outrage.

- HER? A BEAUTY? MEANWHILE, APHRODITE WAS UGLY!? THAT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE, (Y/N)!? HOW COULD YOU BE SO CRUEL TO HER!?

- From here, she honestly will do anything to keep you away from Thrud. She'll try to act nicer to you but she doesn't have the patience to keep it up for long, maybe she'll stage a little accident where Thrud can't save you but she can, or maybe...she'll just take you away♡

- It's your own fault for this, you know! She tried to love you gently but you simply wanted to be ungrateful.

Yandere! Loki:

- This man knows he's drop dead gorgeous and while it isn't the SOLE reason why he acts like a horrible God, he still thinks that because of his looks and "cute" antics that you'd at least fall for him.

- He is a bit more respectful of your boundaries than Aphrodite is...like, when it comes to seduction and stuff, he wouldn't really do much of that. I'll give him that much but that doesn't mean he doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

- You can feel his eyes burning into you, he doesn't really care enough to hide his prescence and he thinks its cute the way you glare at him and try to move away from him, as if he isn't gonna follow you♡

- He knows how you feel about him already. You've even called him Ugly or Unattractive for his personality before and his response is usually just him chuckling and telling you why you expected any different, after all, he is the God of Deciet and Mischief♡

- Lately, he hasn't seen you around as often and it's honestly been affecting his mood. He's more irritable and he's seething when he tries to look for you and you're not as your usual spots. He even broke into your room, expecting to scare you and catch you off gaurd.

- Only to see that a lot of your possessions where gone, which confused and frustrated him even more. Then he hears some other gods talking about you and how you were now living with one of the Valkyries, to which Loki grabbed them and threatened to kill them himself if they didn't tell him everything.

- You changed sides...You couldn't stand him so much that you changed sides and were now roommates with one of the Valkyries, he wasn't sure how he felt. Of course he was angry but he also couldn't really blame you. That didn't mean he had to like it, of course.

- Not only that but it was Thrud who had let you stay with her, noticing how uneasy and paranoid you were because of Loki and vowing to protect you from him. Yeah, maybe he liked to make you miserable and isolated and by his side but he highly doubted you needed protection from him.

- Although protection was such a laughable word considering the fact that despite Thrud's muscular and giant build, he was more than confident all it would take was a simple flick of his wrist to end her.

- So he goes over to the Human's side to grab you and drag you back to him, everyone avoiding him as he walked to the Valkyrie's quarters with a dark and heavy aura that radiated with anger and bloodlust.

- He didn't have to walk too far since he heard you in the garden...talking with Thrud. He stormed over to you, yet he stopped in his tracks when he heard what you said to her.

- "Thrud, you truly are the most beautiful person in heaven." You sighed, making Thrud flustered but she smiled and shyly thanked you for the compliment.

- He...he feels something weird. It's in his chest. It feels like an ache of some sort? The word echoes in his mind as he clenches his chest and stares at the ground. He already knew he was attractive, even when you did call him ugly, and it didn't bother him. So why...Why does that hurt so much now? Beautiful. Why does he feel cold when he sees how joyful Thrud looks when you tell her that.

- That moment of sorrow passed by quickly and he's already enraged but he just walks over and hugs you from behind. Thrud gets up to try and hurt him but he just puts a blade on your neck and is all: "Thrud! What an unpleasant surprise! I'm sorry but we really must be going now! C'mon, (Y/n)!~ I've missed you terribly!" and Thrud is helpless because she doesn't know if he'll actually hurt you but when she tries to follow after, you just give her a sad smile of defeat...which breaks her heart.

- When he drags you back, he throws you roughly against the wall and pins you to it, using one arm to cage you and the other to roughly seize your chin. He looks at you, nothing short of furious but seeing how terrified you are of him at that moment, it makes him smile. So, he gently asks in a soft tone that lacked affection and tenderness, "Tell me I'm beautiful, (Y/n)."

- "...You're beautiful." You answer him, your eyes filled with terror. The smile on his face grows at your words, even if he forced you to say them, and he just pinches your cheek lovingly: "Oh, you're too cute to stay mad at~ Lucky you."

[im-ovulating]

Hello can I request an obey me fic where Luke learns what a mother is and calls mc mama

(A/n: I love this baby child so much; you don't even understand🥺)

Word Count: 667

Summary: When the best boy in all the realms wants to call you 'mama' who are you to say 'no'? Especially when he needs Mama Bear Mode™

Warnings: Luke gets picked on (sad that that's just canon...)

Age Rating: None

Luke x "Mama" Reader

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"What's a 'mama' Y/n?"

You look at the boy next to you, there's a smudge of flour on his cheek from the cookies you're baking.

"It depends on the circumstance, but essentially it's someone who's feminine presenting that takes care of a kid." You answer, taking a towel to wipe the powder off of him.

"Depending on the circumstance?" His head tilts a bit in confusion.

Tossing the towel back on the counter before trying to find a wording that doesn't turn into a mini-lesson on gender identity and social expectations.

"Well... Most often, it's someone who gave birth to a kid, but a mama can also be someone who adopted a child. Though it can also just be someone who takes care of someone often enough that that person thinks of them as a mother figure."

Nailed it.

"Oh." Luke looks a bit lost in thought, so you go back to mixing the dough, not wanting to stare at him while he thinks.

A few moments pass in silence until you go to grab the pre-greased cookie sheet. "So, I can call you 'Mama'?"

You almost drop the tray.

"Luke, sweetie," you place the baking sheet next to the mixing bowl. "While I wouldn't mind, that word is reserved for people that either are or are seen as mothers, it's not for just any feminine person you know."

He helps you shape the dough into cookie-sized balls, spacing them on the tray so they don't stick together.

"But you always take care of me. You help me with my homework, you help me bake and cook for me, and you always stick up for me when the brothers are picking on me," he says matter-of-factly.

"I-" Realizing he's right, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, "Alright, if you want to call me that, I'm okay with it."

You ruffle his hair before grabbing the cookies, placing them in the oven as Luke sets the timer.

-

Over the next few weeks, you'd grown used to Luke calling you 'Mama" instead of your name, which caused quite the confusion for everyone else. Mammon had taken to teasing you along with Simeon. You can guess who was crueler with it.

Solomon had given a soft, knowing smile the first time he heard Luke call you as such. Asmodeus had cooed saying "how fabulous it was that you were doing charity work" to which you smacked him upside the head.

The others just brushed it off, not caring all that much.

-

The issue arose when you were walking back toward the HoL after class.

You rounded a corner and saw a succubus holding a book over Luke's head.

"Aw, what's the little chihuahua gonna do? You gonna cry to your mommy?" She laughs as she pushes him back.

If you weren't already going to ream her out, seeing Luke stumble over loose gravel and fall definitely sealed her fate.

Stalking up behind her, you snatch the book out of her hand.

"How about you pick on someone your own size, hm?"

Whipping around the succubus levels her glare at you, "Who the hell do you think you are? Mind your own business, human, or I'll show you exactly what a demon can d-"

"Yeah yeah, you'll eat me. Blah blah blah. You'd think being immortal beings they'd get some new threats, don't you?" You call over to Luke.

He stifles a laugh as the succubus turns an unattractive shade of red.

"You little-"

"I'd watch what I say if I were you... Wouldn't want word of you picking on his favorite exchange student getting to Diavolo~"

You hand the book back to Luke and help him up. Steering him away with you, you call back, "Also, you've got something in your teeth; Pretty lousy succubining if you ask me!"

She lets out an angry "Ugh!" as you walk away, hand coming up to cover her mouth.

Damn, you really do act like his mother, huh?

[silviakundera]

fyi to the world at large, a year late I finally started watching Lost You Forever. Like 7 or 8 ep in, idk.

Yes, it's that good

Incredibly, compulsively watchable. Starting this at the same time as The Royal Princess began airing was perhaps a mistake

Really enjoying her weirdo4weirdo relationship with the snake demon, because by the first handful of episodes they both privately consider the other their recalcitrant pet that sometimes tears up the furniture when it's cranky

And I mean, they're not wrong about that either 🤔

lmao so is this where i admit that mentally I've started calling recovered torture victim guy Her Ugly Boyfriend? (sorry to this man!) (at first I told myself, he's not unattractive he's just your normal nondescript guy. but I can't help it 😭😂😭 I'M SORRY YOU SUFFERED SO MUCH AND NOW I'M SASSING YOU IN MY BRAIN)

Her (Not?) Ugly Boyfriend is ready & willing to bang regardless of the sex of her body (and canonical lack of regular bathing?) so do not take my shallow critiques as a rejection of his suit

Plus he does the dishes 🌟 🌟 🌟 🌟

Really got invested in the quest to get Freckles & Skinny married. TBH it's too bad the story can't stay in this little town.

Next cdrama hot xanxia concept: small village that sits on the border of like 4 territories of different races that all have very 🌩 dramatic 🌩 things happening in them... but in the village there are just multi-generation families trying to arrange marriages and lure over the best tutor for their kid and 2 competing rouge shops and a wine dealer who is always trying to convince the townspeople to branch out and try new things but is thwarted by everyone's basic tastes. Occasionally big players from these other territories show up in town because they're fleeing some conflict or are plotting Grand Schemes, but then get roped into regular every-day village disputes.

Wavering between Evil Batman and dangermousie's Borgia Boy nickname for FL's cousin-brother. (Look, by day he's a rich playboy touring the land to entertain his spoiled sister. By night, 🦇THE GREATEST DETECTIVE 🦇)

I was all ready to board that ship, because I am very predictable, but then he has been fucking with her lil family too much and I've put him in a time out. I'm gonna need some intense incestuous yearning to reel me back in. Until then, sit in a dark subplot corner & think about what you've done.

I know, he's not gonna think about what he's done

He'll only get worse.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡SKZ React to Finding Out About Your Piercing In A…Certain Area♡

♡ I couldn't ask for a more unique assortment of requests to be sent my way. I love creating content for you guys. Thank you @lieslovefantasy for the request & I hope you find comfort in it ♡

♡ Pairings: ot8!skz x fem!afab!reader

♡ Genre: fluffy/suggestive

♡ Summary: You're nervous to tell the guy you're dating about your genital piercing, fearful of what he might say, but his actual reaction surprises you...

Warnings: This entire post focuses on genital piercings (nothing graphic or detailed) but if convos about vaginas make you uncomfortable then this isn't the post for you. There's also expression of sexual urges but this contains zero sexual contact ♡

I'm not a pierced gal but, if you're at all curious about it, you can find a guidebook here put together by a pro who's been doing it for ages. Stay safe babes

There's a spicier version here ♡

♡ Han's reaction can only be described as utter confusion. He hears what you're saying but it takes him a minute to process what you actually mean. None of this is because he finds it weird or unattractive that you got pierced. It's just that, up until this conversation, he didn't even know you could do that. He's genuinely fascinated though and, after a minute or so, he's staring at you with this wholesome curiosity in his eyes, like you're some work of art, eager to learn all there is to know about this new detail that makes the girl he's falling for even more interesting than she already is ♡

♡ Seungmin's convinced that you're joking. It's not unusual for you guys to say the most random thing that pops into your head just to see how the other will react so he decides to call your bluff, asking to see it since you really have it. You show him with no hesitation, holding your breath in anticipation of the usual smart ass comment leaving his lips and making you wish you hadn't told him, only it doesn't. Instead of saying something off the wall, he compliments your choice of jewelry and tells you how well it suits you. Yes, it's true that he typically takes great joy in being a pain in the ass about things but when it comes to you and your body he never wants you to question how loved it is by him ♡

♡ Felix senses right away that you're worried sick about how he'll feel. Interlocking his fingers with yours, he plants soft kisses along the back of your hand. He smiles at you, warm and gentle, assuring you that there's nothing you need to be nervous about. While he's absolutely clueless when it comes to piercings like this, it doesn't make him view you any differently than he already did. You're still the same charming, intelligent, funny girl that he has been and will always be obsessed with. Whenever you're comfortable showing it to him he'll be giddy about having the chance to see it. There's no doubt in his mind that he'll find it as beautiful as he does the rest of you ♡

♡ I.N has this friend who's best friends with a girl whose older brother's girlfriend got the same piercing as you which naturally means that, through information passed down to him, he's basically an expert on the topic. One thing though, he heard it doesn't really hurt. Something something about adrenaline. Is that true? How'd it feel? He apologizes, cuddling up to you, figuring you probably don't want to have flashbacks of that part. Either way, adrenaline high or not, he thinks you're so cool for getting it done. It's a decision that takes a lot of courage and knowledge of your identity to get done which he admires. You are, without a doubt, the most badass girl he's ever dated ♡

♡ Hyunjin has actually seen female genital piercings before. An artist friend of his did a photo series on it last summer meant to educate people on the 1001 different reasons that women choose to get them done. For some of them it had cultural or personal significance, for others, it was a spur of the moment decision they made simply because they wanted to do it. Which one is it for you? You don't have to tell him if you aren't ready but, if you choose to, you'll have his undivided attention and he'll cherish every word that leaves your lips the same way he always does. The fact that the two of you have gotten to the point that you feel safe enough to be this vulnerable has him getting low key sentimental ♡

♡ Lee Know isn't trying to be a perv or anything. He just doesn't understand how you could feel nervous about telling him something that's so insanely fucking hot. From what he's learned from 5 minutes of intently scrolling the internet, there's a chance that your piercing would make intimacy far more sensitive for you than it is for the average woman. That mischievous grin on his face says that he's more than willing to help you test it out if you haven't already. You roll your eyes when he throws out the idea that maybe he should get one too. He insists that his pain threshold is more than adequate to make getting it no big deal. After being reminded that it's not a competition, he calms down, his mind drifting back to how much fun it'll be to experiment with yours ♡

♡ Bang Chan admittedly has a hard time switching out of dad mode sometimes, often forgetting that he's with you and not his members. His instinct to make sure you're alright has him asking you how your healing went, how the experience was for you overall, and if there's anything he should or shouldn't do when you're being intimate that way he can make sure you only feel pleasure when the two of you are together. As touching as it is that he cares so much, you're a big girl and you feel safe enough with him to express your needs when they come up. You kiss him, promising him everything's fine but you'll let him know if anything changes, and he snaps out of it. He may be prone to worrying but it's only because you're so crazy important to him ♡

♡ Changbin's hugging you from behind when you tell him and this admission only makes him hug you tighter. He kisses your cute lil cheek and throws out a casual, "Oh...nice." It kind of breaks your brain that he's so unphased by finding this out. In the past when you've told people there's been some sort of reaction but you're pretty sure you'd get a stronger reaction out of him if you asked what he wanted for dinner. You question if that's all he has to say and he just shrugs, feeling that there's nothing else to say. He adores everything about the way that you express yourself externally. From the way you do your makeup and hair to the way you dress, he's always drooling over whatever you do. Anything you add to that wonderful base you have is just a bonus ♡

[insupportofhatedanimecharacters]

A defense of good boy Misha (the one from Honkai Star Rail)

Why am I defending him after coming out of nowhere? Because I love this sweet boy and I am gonna have to let go of him eventually! And I will never get the waifu only incels who hate male child characters for being "annoying". Most of you acted like him at his age.

He's ugly and unattractive

No, he isn't! He is a very cute and handsome baby boy! I would say he is no different from a puppy if you put him next to a picture of one! I would also gladly say he is the cutest/ prettiest of the boys for sure! Also, referring to him as someone who needs to be attractive is kinda creepy. He's a minor ya know. One around 10-13 as well.

He's so annoying, whiny, and pathetic because he talks too much and is a crybaby

All because what? Like I said before, Misha is literally a 10-13 year old boy. He is just acting his age TBH. He is just acting his age and having fun. Also, he doesn't talk too much because not enough people can see or notice him. Also, I don't remember him being much of a crybaby canon wise. There are times the little bellboy himself knows how to be polite and mature. For instance, how he acted in an interview with Owlbert. He treated him so politely and was very respectful, unlike a certain pink haired IPC bitch who ruined his legacy. If you're referring to him crying in fan art because he can't go on trailblazing adventures or because he is trying his best at his job but people aren't noticing him, that would be okay reasons to cry. Nobody deserves to have their dreams crushed like that. Much less a child. It's very heartbreaking.

He's not a hot anime waifu

And? Does every character need to be a waifu to be good? My answer is no. Yes, there are multiple characters in this game who are waifus and also good characters. But the male characters are also great whether they are husbando (18+ characters please) or son material (any character under 18)!

I didn't get (insert character here) and it's his fault

No, it's not his fault. You just had bad luck. You can get them next time.

I wanna beat the shit outta him like I do with Yanqing

Honestly, Yanqing didn't deserve that and Misha doesn't either. Both of them are good boys who don't deserve the hate by pathetic incels.

He and/or Gallagher deserved to die and you're delusional for wanting either of them back

Honestly, no. Neither of them deserved to die. At least they got peaceful deaths unlike Tingyun! Speaking of which, Tingyun is supposed to be coming back later this year as she should! Can it please give us Misha + Gallagher fans hope?

He is just generic femboy bait/an NPC; you only like him because he's "cute"

Please stop calling underage male characters that. It's disgusting

You didn't read the story did you? He is literally the watchmaker's memory zone meme.

There is nothing wrong with liking cute characters! They're just so huggable, cuddly, and kissable!

He's not meta/ his gameplay is really bad

And does everyone have to use meta characters? Also, he is not bad. You just don't know how to build him and you should try at least building him. The 4 stars in this game are already under loved and deserve more love! Misha is a great example of this! Give the boy more love please!

Anyway, that's my defense of my precious little son! Please give him all the love he deserves if you get him or already have him! And please cherish his texts while you still can and talk to him while he is still on the train because you will miss him when he's gone! I'm sure a good chunk of you already have let him go and miss him dearly! He is/was the sweetest boy in Penacony and he deserves so much better!

[1863-project]

I feel pretty today.

I don't look any different than I normally do, and I'm still wearing a pair of overalls the way I usually am when I'm working, but something feels different.

I spent my childhood being told I was ugly by my male peers, so I felt unattractive for most of that time, even as I grew up and saw I was more or less a societally average person. I wasn't a model turning heads, but I wasn't what people would call "ugly," either, and really, beauty is such a subjective thing that we can't really define it on a linear spectrum like that.

I realized the other day that it wasn't my looks they were shaming. They were calling the person I was ugly, because I couldn't be like the neurotypical kids and clearly didn't want to be. I couldn't conform to what they thought a girl should be. My hobbies and interests were weird to them. They didn't know how else to phrase their derisiveness, and so they used the words 'ugly' (to describe me) and 'stupid' (to describe anything I was enjoying at the time).

Events in my life have more or less left me feeling like 'pretty' isn't a word I can call myself. 'Cute,' maybe, since I'm only 5'2", but 'pretty' has always felt out of reach because due to the 'ugly' bullying I got really good at making myself invisible. I've never really drawn attention the way friends of mine I'd describe as prettier have, although they've told me that it's attention they don't want, which is understandable. Nobody wants harassment because of what they look like of any sort, whether it's bullies calling you ugly or creepy people trying to hit on you at work or when you're just trying to exist because they think you're hot. Additionally, I have an autoimmune thyroid disorder that has drastically changed my body starting around age 22 or so back in 2011, and that's dropped a hefty dose of body dysmorphia on my head.

Turns out none of that makes me not pretty. I see people who look like me on the internet and the comments sections are full of people who find them attractive. Today I saw a comment on a clip of Yukina from Kotetsujou no Kabaneri where someone outright said they thought women operating steam locomotives was hot and it rewrote something in my brain because I never really thought about myself that way, but I can operate steam locomotives. (Well, I did it once and I'm looking to volunteer on a heritage railway to get properly qualified to do it more, but it's something that I'd be able to do if it was required of me on short notice because I've studied.)

And knowing that people can be attracted to me doing something that I have such a deep passion and visible enjoyment for? That changes everything.

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

What’s your take on all these alpha male/female dating strategy types who seem to deeply dislike the other sex (eg always talking about hypergamy) yet still want to be with them?

Also, do you have an explanation for why there seem to be fewer female incels than male ones? I met a woman who’s part of a community of women who have never been ‘chosen’ for romantic relationships and I looked at it and they weren’t advocating for harm against men (as far as I saw) but they did express the view that the common assumption that women are more selective than men isn’t true - they claimed that the men who complain about never being chosen by women themselves would not go out with the women of that online community (‘undesirable’ women as they called themselves) whereas they, the women, were willing to be with these men. As a man, do you think this impression is accurate?

I find the PUA conclusions about female attraction interesting because through trial and error they seem to have hit upon some scraps of truth that tell us a lot about wider reality, but unfortunately their path to those small fragments of truth seems to unavoidably leave them entirely soulless and incapable of love. That terribly desolate worldview strips us all down to only the most basic biological urges, and so sex becomes just a commodity that women possess and men want to get access to, by all means necessary.

When it comes to women, it gets a little greyer, because, biologically, I'm not convinced the majority of women are actually capable of true, self-sacrificing love for a man, except in the short term, either until they get a child from him or they feel they could do better elsewhere. There are exceptions, of course, and we have examples of women who worshiped the man they were with until death, but they are few and far between. I think I've only actually seen one long-term relationship/marriage in my life where I could say that was the case.

The women who would consider themselves involuntarily celibate are either going to be physically unattractive to most men (i.e. morbidly obese or facially disfigured in some way), or have unrealistic expectations that most men won't be able to meet, or simply have limiting beliefs about men or themselves that get in the way and dissuade them before they start. But women are more selective than men, and always have been, so the good news for women is that there really is some man out there who will consider you the most attractive creature on two legs, if you can only get yourself into the right pool to find him.

I remember years ago a new woman came to work at the place I worked, and though people were friendly to her, we all recognized she was comically - almost cartoonishly - prim and tight-assed, wearing a corset to hide her plumpness, scarves and pearls permanently around her neck to distract from her hard chin, and the most unflatteringly tweedy schoolmarmish clothes imaginable. Her facial expressions were always rigid, twitchy and fearful, and you never felt you got to know the real her.

Eventually she left for a different job but a few months later we heard had started dating a sales rep that occasionally did work for our company, and one day she accompanied him when he visited just to pop in and say hello, and she looked amazing: completely transformed. She'd grown her hair out, lost just a little weight; she was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, and a wide-necked white t-shirt showing off her throat. She was positively glowing with health and love, and her every movement showed she liked herself, her body and her life, and all this was due to finding the right man to love her and allow her to soften and bloom. I'll always remember how astonishing a change that was, and I very much hope every woman finds a man who can do that for her.

[ravenbloodshot]

Jiwoong- ZB1.... Pet Peeves Reading

He doesn't like when he has (and other ppl) have dirty finger nails/hands. He may like to hold others hands or just find them to be an attractive point of a person so he wouldn't like it if someone's hands appeared/felt unclean

He dislikes haters and ppl who are jealous of him. Especially those that vocally push their insecurities and jealousy onto him, like if another guy (even a fan) told him he was handsome but that's the only reason he got into his group or that he was talentless. This can really irk him (and honestly, I'm sure he either read something online or was told in person that his looks was the reason for his success)

He may have a dialect/accent that's different from the Seoul dialect so he could get annoyed with ppl making fun of his speech or telling him to speak in the Seoul dialect not his native one (ik this happens a lot in korea, where a lot of ppl push speaking in the Seoul dialect on a higher pedestal)

Also, he's hates math/numbers

He may be a man with a lot of pent up energy and has a lot of passion so he dislikes it when he gets bored (has nothing to do). His boredom could make him feel a small depression

He hates to be put into a box or told who he is, he could like to surprise ppl so if he ever was called basic or unoriginal that could offend him greatly. Like a person that enjoys being eccentric and different so if his company was to try to force him into being a certain way, he would be highly upset. I'm also getting that he doesn't like when his partner's try to force him to commit

He doesn't like it when he's rushed or made to move quicker than he wants to. Also, doesn't like when ppl don't take no for an answer, continuing to beg/plead with him (probably finds it unattractive when ppl beg, thinks its pathetic)

The song lyrics "if you like the way you look that much, well baby you should go and love yourself" by Justin Bieber keeps playing in my head when I pulled a card that says "buy your own damn drink". So I think he doesn't like narcissistic and self absorbed ppl that feel entitled to his presence (I also was already getting a vibe that he doesn't like ppl being possessive over him)

Love Yourself by Justin Bieber is a song that fits this readings energy

[stargazer-sims]

For Alexander - microscope: zoom in – describe the little, insignificant details about an OC.

Thanks @dandylion240 ! This one's going to be fun! I'm not sure all these details are insignificant, but they are stuff that people in the context of the story might not know about him unless they know him really well.

Alexander Pavlenko

He did not get named according to Nikolai's family naming tradition, in which firstborn sons get named after their paternal grandfathers, and finally broke a generations-long chain of alternating generations of firstborn sons being called Mikhail or Nikolai. The main reason for this was because with parents called Mikhail and Nikolai, a living grandfather called Mikhail and a living great-grandfather called Nikolai, the confusion would be extreme (never mind that Mishka and Mike don't actually go by Mikhail on a daily basis). Also, Nikolai (the younger) wasn't fond of that naming tradition anyway, and Mishka was more than willing to not name their son Mikhail as he worried people would just start calling him "Junior" which he thinks is unattractive and weird.

Alexander didn't get named according to Russian naming conventions, either. He has regular middle names rather than a patronymic. The guys reasoned it'd be difficult to give him a patronymic, considering he has two dads.

Just because Alexander didn't get named according to the family tradition or according to Russian naming conventions, that doesn't mean Nikolai and Mishka didn't pay tribute to both those things. His full name is Alexander Nicholas Michael Pavlenko.

His dads call him Sasha, which is a diminutive form of Alexander. (along the same lines as Kolya for Nikolai and Mishka for Mikhail). Other family members and his close friends also call him Sasha, but he will routinely introduce himself as Alexander and prefers not to be called Sasha by acquaintances, professional contacts or people he doesn't know.

He has a heart-shaped birthmark on his lower back, similar to Nikolai and Great-Grandpa Nikolai.

As a teen, he still has his favourite toy from when he was a baby and thinks of it as a good luck charm.

He's allergic to shellfish, just like Mishka

He's annoyed that he hasn't managed to grow a decent beard yet, and is secretly a little jealous of his best friend Rowan, who likes to boast about his "luxurious" moustache.

He loves the colour pink

He learned to swim before he learned to walk

He's only a little more than a month older than his friend Rowan. The two of them met for the first time when Rowan was just a few days old.

He didn't learn to ride a bike until he was nearly a teenager, mostly because Mishka was extremely anxious about letting him do it. This was always met with, "But you let me play hockey." to which the response was, "You're wearing protective gear over every centimetre of your body when you play hockey." ...which led to twelve year old Alexander putting on all of his gear other than his skates, and trying to take Nikolai's bike for a spin. It did not go well. This is now a hilarious family story that gets re-told often, much to Alexander's embarrassment.

He loves animals and wants to be a veterinarian

He's terrified of going to the dentist, and one of his parents still has to go with him and hold his hand. Usually it's Nikolai, because the sight of Mishka and Alexander both quietly crying from fear is kind of overwhelming for their poor dentist.

He's a practical joker, and it only escalates when he and Rowan are together.

Mishka taught him how to knit and crochet, but he keeps it a secret from most people because he thinks his friends will make fun of him for it. if he wears something he's made and somebody asks him about it, he either says his grandmother Elena made it, or he tries to change the subject.