#law with vitiligo has me in a hold

[penkura]

Law with vitiligo because of the white lead disease, who thinks you're probably secretly disgusted by the white blotches he has all over his body. How could you ever think that's attractive, that he's attractive when that's all he can see anymore when he looks in the mirror? The spots that marked death for so many of Flevance. That should've marked his death thirteen years ago.

It doesn't help that anytime you kiss his cheek, it's right where he has a spot that's hard to miss, it practically still covers the entire left side of his face. He's sure you do it on purpose, even though he's not sure why you would. Isn't it weird? Don't you think he looks gross or odd with these lighter spots all over?

It's after several weeks of him quietly wondering, thinking you must be pretending just to keep him happy. He's not happy because of the thoughts that keep him awake at night. But when he finally brings it up to you, what you say almost makes him break down in tears, while you sit in his lap and kiss every spot you can see.

"I love your spots. They show what you've been through, where you've been, and that you're here now, alive and healthy."

He's never thought of it like that before.

[grandlinedreams]

|| another installment i won't even apologize for i'll be back to working on requests later this morning let me have my brainrot in peace ✌🏼 this newest episode broke something loose in my head

[Heads up!: handjob (Law receiving), hickeys, subby Law a lil, cursing, Law has vitiligo you can pry that from my cold dead fingers, gn!reader]

"You're gonna overheat."

If Law hears you, he pretends that he doesn't. His head is tipped back against the lip of the tub, arms braced against the sides. Water beads over his skin, half-traced along the dark lines of his tattoos. 

"You look comfortable though," you remark, undeterred by his silence as you set a clean towel aside for him, eyeing him for a moment before you make your decision. 

It's the soft sound of clothing hitting the floor that finally gets Law's attention, eyes opening as he tilts his head to take in your now bare body. "What are you doing?"

"Gonna join you," you say, nudging at his shoulder. "Scoot up." 

The tub is big enough for you both in the barest sense of the term, with little wiggle room ㅡ but you still manage to settle comfortably behind him and you reach to coax him into leaning back against you.

"Better?" You ask, and Law's eyelids flutter as you sweep your fingers from his forehead into his hair, combing through in lazy strokes that make him sigh. "You need to relax more, you know."

"Can't," he answers, and you huff before deciding it isn't worth the argument tonight ㅡ he's supposed to be relaxing, after all. You observe him for a moment before you settle your hands on his shoulders and begin kneading. "What are youㅡ"

"Giving you a massage," you answer as you work at the corded muscle beneath tanned skin. "So you relax."

Law grunts in answer but doesn't protest, and you smile to yourself when he sighs and eases into the work of your fingers. His shoulders are the worst of it, though you sweep your thumbs against his neck as well.

Lulled into a drowsy half-sleep by the warm water and your touch, Law stirs when you press a kiss to his neck. "Thought you said you were giving me a massage."

"I am," you answer, and he can hear the smile in your voice. "I'm being thorough." You press another kiss to his neck and then to his shoulder, lavishing special attention to the patches of skin lighter than the rest.

Your hands wander, flutter of your fingers over his ribs and up, tracing slick lines along the curve of his tattoo. Law hisses when you graze a fingernail against one nipple and then the other, a warning in his voice as he speaks. "[Name]."

You try not to laugh. "I'm not doing anything," you coo, faux innocence that makes Law's teeth grit as you continue to work over his nipples, tugging until they're stiff before you pet down the line of his abdomen.

With your mouth at his shoulder and your hands working down towards his hips, Law can hardly be blamed for how his body responds, the soft noise that escapes his lips at the wrap of your fingers around his length.

"Shh." You nip at his skin, worry blossoms of pink that you soothe with your tongue. "Let me take care of you, hm?"

There's a protest on the tip of his tongue that this is not the time nor the place for this, but your grip becomes a little more firm and he makes a soft, choked noise as he bucks into your hand.

The movement of the water is a give away for what's going on below the thin layer of bubbles, but you're hardly worried about that when you've locked the door. All you're focused on is the way Law's head tips against your shoulder and the flush to his cheeks, half the residual heat of the bath and half arousal as you stroke him.

The hand unoccupied below the water splays against his abdomen to drag back up to his nipples, admiring the way he shudders against you and huffs a soft curse. It's not often you get this kind of upperhand over him during intimate moments, and it's a heady feeling to have him so completely in your hold.

"Fuck," Law half-gasps as you thumb over his tip, shivering as you pick up your rhythm, feeling the way he throbs in your hold. His teeth lock around a groan, sound muffled as he fucks into your hand.

You wonder if this is how Law feels when he watches you fall to pieces underneath him in various ways, eagerly drinking in the way your boyfriend writhes, chest rising with stuttered, shallow breathing.

You hum as you work your way up the column of his neck, lingering at the bird-wing tempo of his pulse before you nip at the shell of his ear. "You sound so pretty like this," you purr, "I think I could get used to this."

Law's orgasm surprises you both for the abrupt way it crashes over him, choked grunt leaving his lips as he bucks hard into your hand and shudders as he spills into the water.

You stroke him until he reaches down to still your hand, breathing hard as he turns to give you a look. "You ruined the point of this bath."

You have the grace to look sheepish, though your heart leaps at the dark promise lurking in Law's eyes. "Are you complaining?"

"No," he answers, eyes flashing as he eyes your lips. "I just hope you know what you're in for."

[quilfish-swan]

been insane about the au where law and nami grow up as siblings🤪 thank you @lakesandquarries for giving me the brain worms🤝

[image ids: six sketchy digital drawings. the first two are more realistic and detailed and depict nami and law at ages 20 and 26. law has vitiligo and nami has lots of freckles. in the first, law is resting his head on nami's lap, and nami has her hands on his shoulder and his hat with a soft, concerned expression. in the second, nami and law are wrapped in a blanket, nami is fast asleep, and law has his arm around her protectively. nami is wearing a t-shirt and law doesn't have his hat. the other four images are simple doodles of law, nami, and nojiko at ages 12, 6, and 8, with corazón and bellemère as their parents. law's vitiligo pattern is slightly different. nami has messy hair. the first shows cora grinning with his feather coat opened up to reveal big pockets that nami and nojiko are playing in. the second shows all the kids standing and smiling with their names and ages labeled. the third shows bellemère giving law a smooch on the temple with both her arms wrapped around him. law looks a little embarrassed but still accepts the love with a wiggly mouth and blush. law has an arrow pointing to him that says "hat hair." the last one shows the whole family sleeping together wrapped up in cora's coat. nojiko is sleeping on bellemère's lap, nami is sleeping in law's lap, and bellemère is holding both cora's and nojiko's hands. cora and bellemère are smiling. /end id.]

[nobledragonflying]

There is something deeply funny to me that if the cast of the dsmp gets transported to our world, but like with no Minecraft/dsmp. And get this, a cop has to solve a serial murder case and has to interview them. Like just imagine 

You are a cop, you have to solve this case, you have to interview these people. First up, Tommy Innit. He is loud and he is annoying. You have heard more swears in 5 minutes than a whole month. He saying a lot, but not telling you shit. You move on.

Next there is a Tubbo Underscore-Beloved. He is 17, but with an adopted child and a husband. They married for tax benefits. You are sure none of this is legal. The child says he is a lawyer called Big Law and if you hurt his husband, BFF or child, he will blow this place up. You walk out feeling threatened.

Next you go to Ranboo Beloved-Underscore. He is Tubbos husband and has the most severe case of vitiligo you have ever seen. He is very tall and says that his memory is spotty and he has the backbone of a chocolate eclair. You do not doubt this. When you bring up the previous two, he has thinly vailed threats that he would kill everyone in the station if they hurt his family. You walk out with nothing but terror.

You go to Wilbur Soot next. The man is clearly insane and you have a feeling that he is hanging on by a thread. You walk in expecting threats. You ask about the murder on the beach. The man talks about eating sand, it has been 15 minutes. You leave with deep of emotions, you are not sure what they are, but you are experiencing them.

You have Technoblade next. You are not sure which is weirder, his name, or the cosplay. You walk in to see an absolute mountain of a man. You are unsettled. You ask your questions, but the man is not taking you seriously. He keeps asking ‘chat’ questions unrelated to the case. You do not know if he is messing with you or if he genuinely believes in them. You leave deeply frustrated and that you some how gave up information.

Finally you get to Philza Minecraft. You find his wings very realistic, but he wouldn’t part with them. You ask your questions. He is very kind, welcoming, cooperative and answers your questions nicely. He mentions how he wished he had you as at his trial. You ask him and he says it’s unimportant to the case. You press for answers, he gives you nothing. You walk away with the feeling that he is far older than he lets on.

Lastly you have the toddler Michael Underscore-Beloved. You try to talk to him, but you find that he cannot speak english. He likes shiny things and even better if they are yellow. You try to get him to cooperate, but he only asks for Boo, Bo or MiMi. You cannot bring him to them. The child only gets more agitated as time goes on. He runs down the hall faster than you think a toddler should run. He stops in front of Ranboos room. You try to pull him away, he screams and bites.

There is an vworp sound and Ranboo is behind you with Purple eyes, he snatches the child from your grasp and holds him to his chest. They cannot be separated.

It has been a very long day.

[cookiesnt]

Ryoma with an S/o who has vitiligo and is insecure about it

Forgive me for my lack of knowledge. If I get something inaccurate, feel free to DM me and I’ll try to correct it!

Ryoma, being Ryoma, couldn’t care less about your appearance.

In fact, he found it quite beautiful.

He understood why you would feel insecure, though.

Especially with all the stares you would get.

He knows what it’s like to be stared at and doesn’t want that for you.

For that reason, he doesn’t mind you wearing makeup when you go out.

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not gonna stop you. Just remember you’re perfect to me.”

That’s his law. He doesn’t care what you have to do to feel happy as long as you know that he loves you.

One day, however, he noticed that you seemed distraught.

“Something wrong?”

“My foundation! It’s just... It’s not blending properly!���

You seemed very distraught as you desperately tried to force your makeup to cooperate.

The skin tone wasn’t matching properly.

“Well, you just bought it yesterday... Maybe you got the wrong shade?”

You looked down at the jar and sure enough, you got the wrong one.

“DAMMIT! And this was expensive, too...”

You put your head in your hands, holding back tears.

Ryoma quietly went to your side.

“Which shade do you normally get again?” “29...”

He stood on his tiptoes, gave you a quick kiss and took the open container.

“I'll be back in a bit.”

Half an hour later, he came back with a bag from the makeup shop.

He handed you your foundation.

“I’m glad that place accepts exchanges. You’re right, this is not cheap...”

You laughed quietly and gave your bf a kiss.

“Thanks, Ryoma...”

[the196thbattalion]

star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

[willowistic22]

hello, human, please tell me what it is about redfinch that makes you prioritize it above that fact that you are a human :D

Hxndgmsgsnssbsbzs ppl are just unabling any time i get asks abt why my comfort ships are my comfort ships and i’m loving it cause i get to ramble !!!! I don’t get asks that much so srsly feel free to raid my ask box. Might take awhile to answer but i’ll get to it yknow.

Ok so

Redfinch

Albert and Finch

The guy that’s suppose to be tough guy™️ but surprisingly an emotional touched starved wreck dating the completely unphased cool bro that’s a huge flirt

(Yes very specific thanku)

How can you not love that kind of dynamic??

Finch will spoil Al with all his love and affection

Give him face kisses and unlimited cuddles 🥰

And they keep their love very quiet

Like everyone knows they’re dating and all but they have many inside jokes and secret languages gdmsgsnsmssmsbsnsns

It’s adorable ok:)

Also i deeply associate them with the Reputation album, and mind you that’s my favorite Taylor Swift album so after @fifty-for-the-racer came up with that idea my brain really went brrrrr

Albert will take Finch on skateboard rides around New York

Imagine this as their first date tho oml

Al uses this as an excuse for Finch to hold/touch/hug him bcs he knows that the boy doesn’t have good balance lol. Finch stands behind Al on the board and just holds on tight, scared and all. But then Al took him to pretty parts of the city and he’s like :0 pwetty

So i actively project my acne prone skin to my boy Albert and turn it into Redfinch bcs i want to hv the support and love Finch gives Al when his acne is breaking out. My boy is fragile and insecure abt it so yes all the love Finch gives him is appreciated

Ok but Al rambling on abt the different skincare products he wants to try. Or wanting to travel to Seoul so he can go shopping for Korean skincare products a bit more easier. And Finch just sits there listening to Al in awe bcs Albert looks so happy when he’s talking abt skincare products

Also Albert taking Finch shopping for skincare products. To which, Finch ends up buying some for himself bcs his skin is pretty dry if he’s being honest lol.

And so they do their skincare together bcs it’s cute:)

Say one bad thing abt Al’s skin and Finch will punch the lights out of you✌️😙

Also just imagine them walking together out in public and then passing by some sort of skincare store with a huge sign on the front window

Albert, stopped walking : acne trouble serum??

Finch, noticing al stopped walking and realizing what’s going to happen : oh god-

Albert : and it’s on sale !! *mindlessly walks in the store*

Finch, stops Al: ALBERT NO—

he just really likes buying skincare products. Finch needs to stop him from buying too many bcs he already has a go to brand and routine.

And and and Albert has two big dobermans name Zoey and Zara. Finch isn’t a huge dog person and is actually lowkey scared of them.

First time he met the doggies he backed up bcs bug dobermans looks very scary to him

But in time he learns that Zoey and Zara are huge sweethearts and grew to love them

Albert also grew to love Finch’s cat, Marbles. She’s a black cat with vitiligo, so she has like splashes of white all over her fur

ALSO OML REDFINCH PARENTS AU ARE MY FAVORITE SCENES I LIKE TO THINK BEFORE I HEAD TO BED

They’d have three kids! Two sons and a daughter

Finch is Papá (i headcanon him being latino aight) and Albert is dad nsgsnsgsbsshsbss

They’d live in a townhouse. Finch is a lawyer (i think he’s really good at arguing and is very interested in law and all that stuff) and Albert is a mechanic (i hv my own headcanon that al spot and hotshot are besties and run their own autoshop where the specialize in customizing cars and bikes)

Technically i hv different headcanons for their occupation depending on the au but that’s a different story lol

[eeriefeelingsat3amuwu]

Oc’s

Nina Heath

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: blue

Hair: curly, dark brown with a blue ombre

Height: 158cm

Weight: 90kg

Age: 23

Gender: nonbinary

Sexuality: bisexual

Details: vitiligo on their left shoulder/right hip/stomach/back/over the left eye, eyebrow piercing, nose ring, lip ring, ears pierced all the way up, sleeve tattoos on both arms, tattoos all over their body (thighs, ankles, torso, back, calves,...)

Personality: confident, chaotic good, gremlin, dumb but kinda smart, loyal, would kill for their friends, would kill their friends, angry, smol and chubby, disastrous bisexual, scary, yell-a-lot, bunnies!, strong, caring

Hobbies: baking, crocheting, arguing, painting nails, reading (but their head hurts), cuddling, kissing, calming their girlfriend down, Fighting with people who hurt their friends/girlfriend (is totaly the embodiment of:

Nina: You made Sophia cry!

Tray: Sophia always cries!

Sophia, crying: That’s not true...)

Hates: dysphoria, homophobes, transphobes, Karens, birds, tall people who make fun of them, their glasses (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), contacts (but their head hurts if they don’t wear them), headaches

Job: baker

Sophia Georgening

Skin tone: caramel

Eye color: green

Hair: really messy,straight (unlike her), bob cut with a triangle undercut at the back if her head, ginger

Height: 186cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 24

Gender: cis woman

Sexuality: lesbian

Details: freckles all over her face and shoulders, bushy eyebrows with an eyebrow cut in the left one, tongue piercing, tattoo of a Phoenix on her back between the shoulder blades, Nina and a heart tattooed on her right bicep, ripped (seriously, she’s buff, she has abs, biceps, triceps, she could crush a melon with her thighs, the CaLvEs,...), wears her hair tied up in a messy bun almost 90% of the time, vegetarian and whenever she eats a product that came from an Animal like milk or an egg, she apologizes to said animal

Personality: calm, thoughtful, lawful good, a TrEe, loving, caring, silent, secretly anxious, strict, tidy, colected, extremely smart but almost never shows it, a bottom, sensitive, crybaby

Hobbies: blacksmithing, archery (but she never shoots at living targets and cries when she needs to shoot at plastic animals), working out, running, kickboxing (even tho she apologizes to her oponent afterwards), helping people out, petting animals, kissing, cuddling

Hates: sad movies, Animal cruelty, mean people, social interactions (but she’s good at hiding it), not much else, she thinks that everyone deserves another chance and that all people have some good in them

Job: works in a flower shop, part time blacksmith/gym trainer

Tray Black

Skin tone: light

Eye color: yellow

Hair: short, bright blue

Height: 175cm

Weight: 69kg

Age: 20

Gender: genderflux (using all pronouns, mostly they/them, so they’ll be refered to as such while description is going on)

Sexuality: asexual panromantic

Details: nose ring (changes up every day), extravagant earrings, sleeve tattoo on their right arm, a snake tattooed around their left thigh, colorful/black clothing (they either look like a neon paint bomb or as a black hole), they rarely bind but pack rather often (bottom dysphoria is worse then the top one), a lot of rings and bracelets (you always know when they’re near since you hear clanking), hats, always wearing earphones

Personality: they’re really extra in every way, chill, sarcastic, funny, flegmatic, pesimistic, both love and hate attention, very competitive, potterhead but hates JK, totaly a Slytherin (and not just because of the snakes), a bit arrogant, very good leader, very very smart, good at arguments (seriously, you so don’t want to get into an argument with them, they’ll obliterate you)

Hobbies: singing, drums, gaming, playing the guitar, sketching people/sceneries, reading (mostly sci-fi/fantasy), dying hair, combining jewelry with clothes, listening to music, taking care of their pet sneks

Hates: shoping, overplayed pop songs, dogs, teeth, the summer (it’s too damn hot for them), homophobes/transphobes, J.K. Rowling, terfs, politics (the people)

Job: part time at Nina’s bakery, studying politology and sociology, in the school band

Connor Wearings

Skin tone: lightly tanned (not as pale as Tray but not as dark as Sophia)

Eye color: heterochromia - left eye is green, right eye is grey

Hair: curly, short, hazelnut brown

Height: 168cm

Weight: 64kg

Age: 21

Gender: demiboy (using he/him pronouns but not quite cis)

Sexuality: asexual, aromantic

Details: freckles. everywhere., always smiling (he’s got dimples), dressed freely (skirts, dress, pants, blouses, shirts, heels, crop tops, hoodies,...), he’s really comfortable in his body and yet he’s not fully comfortable with all that comes with it, smol bean, the cutest little pout, ALWAYS covered in paint, fingers are pernamently covered in bandaids, wears a bandana to hold his hair back while working

Personality: he’s a total sweetheart, kind, helpful, outgoing, happy-go-lucky, loving, caring, funny, always laughing/smiling, really hard to piss him off, really easy to make him upset (another embodiement of ‘he always cries), ‘Maybe I can drink my problems away’ *opens capri-sun*, dog lover, puppy-like personality, loyal

Hobbies: drawing, cooking, baking, petting animals, fluffy things!, crocheting, sewing, painting, dressing up, making tea, helping his friends, hugging, holding hands, platonic relationships

Hates: arguments, people who make fun of someone, rude people, loud music, the dark, the cold, octopuses, dark colors, unfinished jobs

Job: studying art, psychology and doing a baking course at the moment (very productive and capable), working a part-time at a convinience store and a daycare centre (the kids love him)

Abram Hayze

Skin tone: dark

Eye color: hazelnut

Hair: deep brown, curly and fluffy

Height: 197cm

Weight: 78kg

Age: 19

Gender: agender - e/em/eir/emself pronouns

Sexuality: pansexual, demiromantic

Details: e has a lot of moles all over eir body, mostly presents androgynous, yet sometimes likes to present feminine, had very unaccepting parents so whenever e is forced to go to a more profesional setting or to meet with older people, e presents masculine even though e hates it, very proud of eir hair, love to play with them when e’s nervous and try new hairstyles all the time, e never dyes it tho, piercings on both ears, piercing under the lip, piercing in the bellybutton

Personality: e is really calm, likes to think and be alone, yet also loves to spend time with eir friends, smiling a lot, always there when someone needs em, really perceptive and no one really knows how e does it, but e seems to know about a lot of stuff that other people don’t (it’s just the fact that e is very trustworthy and so a lot of people let their guard down around em), e is also really into debates, but not the political ones like Tray, eir partner, but rather ones about books, headcannons and interests, e is also really sneaky and likes to play tricks and pranks on people, especially confusing them with the food that e eats, e is chaotic good

Habbies: reading, hiding around places and letting emself be found in the most ridiculous positions, putting stuff on the top shelves when e is hanging out with eir friends (the short ones), sitting in strange places where no one knows how e got in, sleeping

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, people with no sense of humor, long waits, queues, places with a lot of people, the dark

Job: studying psychology, working part-time in a hairdressing shop

Tenzin Arish

Skin tone: slightly tanned

Eye color: purple

Hair: deep black, short (one side is totaly buzzed and the other is a bit longer) the ends are bleached and dyed (purple, blue, green, pink) depending on their mood

Height: 164cm

Weight: 58kg

Age: 22

Gender: nonbinary (xe/ xeir/ xem)

Sexuality: queer

Details: xe are really skinny and fairly androgynous, no one actually knows what xeir biological sex is and xe aren’t gonna tell anyone anytime soon, xe present androgynously, yet sometimes xe like to present masc/fem, depending on the day, xe love xeir hair and that’s why xe dye them so often, if xe don’t like the color, it can even change daily

Personality: sarcasm and irony are the two languages xe speak in, xe like coffee and practicaly live off of it, no one ever saw xem sleep, xe are always online and always awake when someone knocks on xeir door at any time (so xeir friends know that when they need a friend, xe will be awake whenever they decide to come there), xe love helping people with their mental problems yet xe never try to solve xeir own, the only other language xe speak is memes

Hobbies: taking care of stray animals, helping people out (whether it’s an old lady who needs to cross the street or a protestor who needs protection from the rubber bullets/tear gas), protesting, breaking down gender boundaries, educating people on the LGBTQ+ history, history itself, archeology, xe love caves and everything that has to do with geology

Hates: homophobes/transphobes, terfs, anyone who’s stupidly using history (especially against the LGBTQ+ comunity), plants (xe have alergies), flowers (xe think it’s overated)

Job: part-time job in a museum, studying history and geology

Okay, so I hope you enjoy...this? Please inform me if my autocorrect misgendered one of my sweethearts, I proofread it but one can never be so sure. To be clear: all of them hate transphobes/homophobes, racists, terfs, neon*zis, Tr*mp supporters and everyone else who is somehow harming people or disrespecting their rights, I just really didn’t have the willpower to write everything of this down in every Single one of the hate columns because that would mean I have to think about it and that would do me no good, because I really didn’t want to have a mental breakdown while writing about my oc’s. That’ll be all, thanks for comming to my TED talk.

Tags: @exhaustedauthor @definietlynotsatan @detroit-become-snail @nyamafriend and @ anyone who wants to read this. Bye!

[mahvaladara]

Shah Talks - Simblr, George Floyd, Racism and Accountability

Non of you need to know, from a white person, why racism is bad and why reverse racism doesn’t exist and why you need to be held accountable for your actions. We all know that, but it seems some people still think there’s no racism.

Racism is a problem.

Long talk ahead.

Now, racism is not a problem of “late”. Racism has always been a problem. 

Police has been killing black men and women for decades, people have been saying racist remarks for decades, people have had racist behaviours for decades. 

It is not a problem of late, every few weeks someone is being called out on simblr, SIMBLR, a Sims tumblr community, for being racist. And you’d think there’s nothing about sims to do with race, but there is! 

In a game you can literally make purple vampire alien dragons if you have the right mods, a world with no sims of colour is a red flag.

The latest problem in the simblr community was related to racism.

I don’t know both sides of the story, so I will take a neutral stance. But I do agree it is fair for people, for the followers of our stories to see more diversity expressed in them, to see their own ethnicities and groups portrayed respectfully in stories and not just as caricatures or token.

It’s like Tolkien saying there are no black people in his world because it’s a fantasy world. So basically, you created your own world, with talking trees, and you decided it didn’t need black people, just caucasian people of tall, dwarven, normal and hobbit sizes. So four different species of white people, but not black people, or people with different skin colours and ethnicities, just a bunch of different white people who are very tall and can have blond or white hair depending.

So basically racist.

I mean, if it was Avatar and you decided to say my world has no black people and no white people either because it’s a fantasy world where it’s inhabitants are all tall, lanky blue apes and not humans. Cool, makes sense. Not human.

But if you create a world with humans, and don’t give humans any different skin colours (as if the sun and tans and melanin and evolution don’t make part of humans) because it’s a fantasy world? I’m sorry, but it’s not because magic means the sun doesn’t hate us, it’s because you’re a racist who doesn’t like black people so don’t want them represented in your media or world.

The person of colour does not have the duty to educate them about it, but I think it should stand as a way for the person that was called out to look well at what they have done and how to fix it. 

Give them a chance to better themselves. But if they don’t improve, call them out. Don’t let it go!

AND RIGHTFULLY SO!

And for the person called out? It is a chance to grow, instead of running away.

Because you know what? I was a teen once, and I was young and ignorant once, and we grow, we learn and we evolve. It is up to you to know if you wish to grow or remain in the dark ages.

This just to show, racism is transversal to every topic, every community and every platform. And it’s not an issue of late.

What’s really happening is that people, namely white racist assholes, don’t like how vocal people have become towards racism and towards stopping it. And it’s letting some people (racists) very uncomfortable.

And that is good! We should not stand for racism. We should not let people get away with racism. And people should be very vocal about it. We should make them very uncomfortable!

It’s 2020, nothing justifies four types of jokes: racist jokes, homophobic jokes, sexists joke and rape jokes.

(If we’re lucky and Covid teaches us anything to mankind, by 4040 we can also outlaw blond jokes).

On twitter, facebook, reddit and even here, on tumblr I have been following actively the news. I am a supporter of the Black Lives Matter movement, so I have been watching what happened to George Floyd and the riots and this terrible, terrible tragedy. It has actually crossed international waters.

Not kidding.

Like today at work, this french kid who practices Taekwondo with me shared the “I can’t breath” poem and I am like: Oh my dragons! Make this shit be heard! Yes! Cross sea boundaries. Black lives matter!!" And of course, there was that white dick commenting on it, being a racist asshole.

(I have actually learned something from tumblr. I don’t block anyone on tumblr, I like to give them a chance here to redeem themselves, but I have certainly started blocking people on Facebook. So many racists, everywhere... So many idiots...)

And today the internet has brought something very dangerous for racists.

And that is ACCOUNTABILITY!

You no longer can be a closet racist, or just racist with your friends, or a joke racist. Basically RACIST, because people will find out and call you out. It’s not cool to do racist jokes anymore.

AND RIGHTFULLY SO!

(Reminds me when Borat came out and those two kids who made sexist remarks on film without knowing got a fine. I hope they learnt from this experience, grew up and are now better people - they probably didn’t, they’re probably still sexist dicks).

Nowadays if you’re racist online expect to be fucking crucified.

AND RIGHTFULLY SO!

Now they no longer can be racist pricks because the world won’t find it as funny as their racist prick friends do. 

Boohoo.

White girl tears.

(I never got this term. My tears are usually of pure unfiltered rage, pretty sure you can light them up on fire).

Now, on simblr I have tried to stay out of “drama”, as people sometimes like to call it, but a man’s death, an innocent’s man’s murder is not drama you stay out of! The abuse of authority that causes the suffocation and murder of a man is not something you should choose to stay out off.

I let my privilege speak for me. 

I am caucasian. Fate decided I should be white (tan easily and get vitiligo. Because fuck you, you get localized sunburns for the rest of your life). And as a white and furthermore european person I will never experience racism. I will experience other things, such as sexism, queerphobia or ableism, BUT racism is something I will never experience.

Because of this I have the privilige to chose not to comment on it. But this is what is wrong, choosing not to comment on an issue just because it doesn’t affect you is a problem!

By being quiet you are being compliant and an accomplice of problem displayed. It’s like if you just saw someone be bullied and you decided to be quiet instead of warning the teachers!

You just helped that bully ruin another kid’s day!

The same way, if you stay quiet, just allowed a murderer to get away with killing another black man.

Because truth is, this affects us all. 

This affects PEOPLE! This is what humanity is! People, white’s, blacks, reds, yellows, greens, grays, pinks, blues and purples, bieges and browns. But Caucasians are safe, everyone else is in danger, with black people being the ones more affected by this!

The great problem is this, racists, white people, somehow have divided humanity in two. Whites, and People of colour.

(I’m not even going to throw religion into the mix because Akatosh knows that’s one can of worms not even Namira will willingly open!)

It may be the result of decades of racial societal segregation and even continental division that has lead us all to think in an “us-them” mentality, but it is time to stop this. 

This is dangerous, for we should not stand idly while people are being abused, opressed, persecuted, having their rights stripped or their lives violated just because some trigger happy asshole thinks he deserves to be alive more because he gets to look like a lobster if he tans too long.

(Racism is white people being jealous at the fact the sun hates us *shrugs*. Just saying.)

And the anger white people, racists, feel when called out is ebcause they don’t want to be held accountable for being dicks to “the others”. 

“But he is great man. It’s just black people he doesn’t like.”

If you’re shity to people just because they have more melanin than you, you’re not “a great man”, you’re a racist prick.

White people, RACISTS, hate being held accountable for being racists, they hate being called out by the outrage of people rightfully have against them. 

And what does a racist do when he’s held accountable for his behaviour? 

Cue in:

“Well” Reverse Racism exists too!”

No. It doesn’t!

Let’s talk about George Floyd.

Now, I’m not going to speak on the why and how it happened. There are literally videos on it. 

But, as someone who practices martial arts, who is trained by a cop I have been thinking. 

If you are a person and you have the strength to immobilize an adult man and hold him crushed by the neck with your knee under you, you clearly have the strength necessary to easily handcuff and throw this same man in the back of police car without the need to FLAT OUT MURDER HIM. Because this is what happened, MURDER. 

A police officer killed a man just because. 

Homicide!

Now, I am not going to talk about the allegations or the accusations that lead to this event, because they don’t matter. They don’t change the fact that a police officer, a man whose duty is to protect the public and uphold the law, killed by choking, an already handcuffed and immobilized unarmed man, to death. 

Now, in the comments on the whole tragedy, there were comments about him resisting arrest officer fearing for his life. Now, I am sorry, but if you’re that strong, strong enough to hold an adult man crushed and struggling under you, your life? It’s not in danger!

Even if he resisted arrest, again, they immobilized him, handcuffed him, from there on, the police officer’s actions are unjustified. It is disgusting what the officer did. Murder happened on that day.

My Taekwondo master, a police officer, is a skinny man, and slightly taller than me. Which isn’t much because I’m like probably 5′4 in the USA metric system. The man’s a hobbit, and I have seen that hobbit of a man throw and immobilize a man twice his size and weight like he was a ragdoll in seconds!

So don’t tell me that cop had to do that, because that is bullshit. 

George was not carrying weapons, he was not resisting. All he wanted was to breath and live and he wasn’t allowed either. George was murdered.

That cop was neither alone or in danger. That cop acted on whatever delusions of power and justified racism and killed a man just because he could and he knew there wouldn’t be any accountability.

Normaly. But we have the internet. And the internet tell us it’s not the first time this cop abuses his authority.

But!

Because there’s always a butt.

Somewhere along the line appears the comment: “You white people are the ones that are dangerous to us.”

Wait, that’s not the but. That’s actually true.

I think that if that white Karen in that NY park taught us anything is that that comment is 100% true. White people hold the power to harm people of colour with just a phone call. And that is very dangerous and very scary for any black man or woman, to any person of colour, to anyone who doesn’t appear “white”. 

Because this again takes us to that divide, where these people, these heartless racist assholes see “The White (TM)” and “The Others(TM)” as two different things. "The White” don’t see “the others” as people, so they don’t see the harm in their actions and they don’t think they should be held accountable because they’re not really harming “people”, in their twisted mindset. So when you yell “you’re racist” you’re suddenly calling out their behaviour and holding them accountable for it and telling them “this isn’t okay!”.

Now, comment section. Facebook comment, section, twitter comment threads are where the gold is. There is where you find the people to block. Where you find the racists, the ignoramous and the idiots. And, as a therapist, I love reading them.

And there it was. The ugly can of worms, thrown straight as an answer to the above comment. The dreaded monster - “Reverse racism”.

“*annoying Karen voice* You can't say that! That’s reverse racism.” Followed by the obvious slew of not all white people are like that.

And you’re right, not all white people want to harm black people or people of any other ethnicity. But that doesn’t change the fact that they are dangerous still because they will always have the racial upperhand. 

But saying “all white people are evil” is not reverse racism. It is discrimination, though that sounds more like a joke, but definitely not racism. If there’s two black men walking down the street and they step to the other side upon seeing my white ass, they are not racist, they may be discriminative by thinking I may pose a danger to them, but they certainly aren’t “reverse racists”.

If a white person, a person in a position of power, a person from a specific ethnic group known for oppressing other ethnicities, were to say “Black people are good only for basketball”, that’d be racist. 

If a black person was to say “All white people want slaves”, it would be prejudice.

Racism is discrimination or prejudices based on beliefs imposed, unwillingly, in minority groups of another race by the oppressing or majority race. All prejudices have been imposed, mocked, caricatured and created by white people and placed on people of colour and other ethnicities. Every single racial prejudice was created by a white person. “Latinos are drug lords, blacks are thugs, asians are cheap, jews are greedy.” And so on, so on, so on.

Prejudices in white people however, are born from cultural differences and NOT race, and are usually created by other white people. These prejudices have no weight, whatsoever in the wellbeing or opportunities white people have access to, while racist prejudices actively hinder the life of people colour and put them in danger.

Portuguese people who are caucasian have this cultural prejudice that we are always late, but if I go to a job offer at no point will this cultural prejudice hinder my chances to get a job.

It is this main difference that makes it so clear, there’s no reverse racism! There is discrimination, but not racism. 

Second thing is that most prejudices associated to white people can literally be applied to anyone, while racist ones instantly connect to one specific minority group.

Thirdly, often reasons of discrimination towards white people result of previous experiences, needs for self-preservation, or equalitarian policies of opportunities given to minorities harmed by racism.

One common complaint white people have against black people are towards scholarships given only to specific communities and minority groups, very common in USA. Though these scholarships can be considered discriminative in a positive way because it helps people less fortunate to have opportunities, they are not racist. For a matter of fact, these policies often exist to try and fix what racism and segregation have caused.

This doesn’t make it racist because it does not, in any way affect the ability for a white person to reach the exact same opportunities.

Again, it is only racist when a prejudice associated with your race affects your safety, your access to opportunities, the way people treat you or see you.

So it can’t be reverse racism because discrimination towards white people usually affects other people too and it’s rarely ever caused by their race alone.

And this can of worms is a long one.

And I have so much more to say, but this has gotten so long and way out of control I think I’ll end it here.

Bottom line.

Stop being a racist dick.

Be vocal when someone is acting wrong.

And Reverse Racism is bullshit.

Also sign the petitions to bring justice to George Floyd. This man has died, brutally murdered by an officer, no amount of justice will ever fix this, but making sure the officers that allowed this to happen will never have the power to do it to another black man, woman, person again should be the first step of bringing justice to his family.

And if I said anything here that was wrong or inaccurate, don’t hesitate to let me know.

This was Shah,

Stay safe, be vocal and don’t let wrongdoings slide away.

I’m done here.

[lfthinkerwrites]

High School Teacher AU: The Final Straw

Superintendent al Ghul and the school board sit in on Pam and Kerr’s classes, and it goes about as well as you would expect it to.

Not a word was spoken by the members of the school board as they walked down the hall, but all could see that Superintendent al Ghul was fuming. They reached Strange’s office and waited for Gordon, Cobblepot, Wayne, and Strange himself to catch up to them. Once the four had entered the room and shut the door behind them, al Ghul turned on the principals with a fury that made even Strange shake in his shoes.

“In my fifteen years of administration,” he yelled. “I have never seen more disgraceful behavior from so-called professionals! Teachers showing up to school drunk! Teaching inappropriate material! Swearing at children! Engaging in sexual relations on school property! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have them all transferred to other schools immediately!”

Strange wouldn’t mind replacing the entire staff. Neither would Wayne, he sensed, with one or two exceptions. He was about to concur with al Ghul when Gordon opened his mouth.

“To be fair,” he said. “They are professionals. Dedicated professionals. I’m not going to pretend that they aren’t a handful, but we have a record high graduation rate. Our students excel on every standardized test they're given-"

"That may be true," Wayne interrupted. "But surely, we can have high scholastic performance without these shenanigans."

Strange was about to open his mouth once again, only this time, Cobblepot interrupted. "From what I hear, it's not just the faculty engaging in shenanigans. I've heard reports about several students and their misbehavior, including more than a few of your children, Mr. Wayne. Aren't we being a little selective in our outrage?"

Wayne's eyes narrowed and Queen spoke up. "And one other thing: if the students and the teachers are running around wild, whose fault is that other than the administration? I mean, you've basically been letting it happen, right?"

All eyes then looked to Strange himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe beads of sweat from his forehead. "Let us continue on with our walkthrough," he said finally. "We still have a few more classes to observe. After the final bell, we can begin to make some determinations on how to proceed."

al Ghul gave a sharp nod. "Very well. Where next?"

"Miguel Dorrance's Spanish class is just down the hall," Gordon said. "Then we could-" his face went pale.

"Then?" al Ghul demanded.

Gordon visibly gulped. "Then we could observe Ms. Isley and Mr. Kerr's classes."

Everybody in the group visibly shuddered.

Dorrance's class was mercifully uneventful. Unfortunately, Gordon just knew that Isley and Kerr's wouldn't be. The group entered Isley's biology class at a quarter past one, just as she was beginning her lesson. She gave them only a cursory nod before she began to speak to her class. "Alright, kids. Today we're beginning our section on genetics. Now, who can tell me where the term Mendelian Inheritance comes from?" A few students raised their hands. Isley looked over the students before nodding at Stephanie Brown. "Yes, Stephanie?"

"From Gregor Mendel."

"Very good. Yes, Mendelian Inheritance follows three basic principles. Can anyone tell me what those principles are?" Another handful of students raised their hands. Isley scanned them before nodding at Ellen Nashton. "Yes, Ellen?"

"Law of dominance, law of segregation..." she trailed off and bit her lip. A boy next to her raised his hand, but Isley ignored him.

"Take your time," she said patiently.

Ellen snapped her fingers. "Law of independent assortment!"

Isley gave her an indulgent smile. "Very good. Now, in simple terms-"

"Hold on a moment," Elliot said. "There was another student who knew the answer and you ignored him!"

Isley gave him a cold look. "I called on Ellen. May I continue?"

"Yes," Gordon said before Elliott could say anything else. Isley was behaving herself, or at least wasn't doing anything too outrageous. Best to let her continue.

"Thank you, Jim. Now, as I was saying..." For the next fifteen minutes, the group watched Isley walk her class through the basic principles of Mendelian inheritance. As the lesson went on though, Gordon noticed something. With a few exceptions, Isley was only calling on the girls in her class. Gordon gave a quick look down the group, hoping that no one else had caught it, or if they did, that they had no objections. This hope was dashed when he saw the dark look on Elliott's face. Isley had just called Duela Dent and Tiffany Fox to the front for a demonstration when he loudly interrupted again.

"Hold on!" he shouted, much to Isley's irritation. "We've been here for almost twenty minutes and I haven't seen you engage with any of the male students in your class!"

Isley rolled her eyes. "Really? I suppose you weren't paying attention when I called on Craig, Cullen, Javarius, Ted, and Justin." Then her face darkened. "Or do they not count?"

Elliott continued on, not noticing or not caring about the implication. "That's blatant favoritism!"

Isley scoffed. "I'm sure my white male students will survive not being catered to for forty-five minutes. They'll  have the rest of their lives to revel in having an unfair advantage over others by virtue of their race and gender."

Gordon saw jaws drop amongst the school board and cringed. "W-what did you just say!?" Elliott demanded.

"You heard me," Isley said. "Now, going back to my lesson, girls-"

"You haven't heard the last of this-"

"I wasn't listening to the first of it. Now, if you're quite done throwing a tantrum, let me get back to my work."

"We'll leave you to it," al Ghul said. He turned and left the room, the principals and school board following behind him. "Well," he said as they entered the hall, "I'm beginning to see why I've gotten so many complaints about Ms. Isley. Now to Kerr's class?"

Gordon exchanged a long look with Wayne and Strange. "Yes," he said. "To Kerr's." I updated my will, right?

It didn't take long for the first complaint against Kerr's class to come. "Why is the chemistry class being held in a portable!?" al Ghul demanded when he saw the portable standing alone a distance off from the rest of the main building.

"We had an incident about a week ago," Gordon explained, already feeling sick to his stomach.

Fox's brow furrowed. "One of the students started a fire?"

"Not one of the students," Gordon said. "Mr. Kerr."

Silence overcame the group as they processed this information. "The chemistry teacher himself started a fire?" Cobblepot asked. "And he's still employed why?"

Gordon weakly shrugged. "He has tenure."

al Ghul scoffed. "Tenure indeed. Let's just go in and get this over with."

The group filed into the portable, only to find that the students were seated with no sign of Kerr. Gordon grimaced when he saw that the first row of chairs was vacant, and the students in the second row were wearing bike helmets, pillows, and other makeshift body armor.

"Where is your teacher!?" al Ghul demanded.

"He'll be along," a sing-song voice called from the far left corner. The group turned to see Harley sitting in a desk in the front of the room. "Puddin' had to get supplies for his lesson today!"

"And what are you doing here?" al Ghul asked. "What business does a guidance counselor have in a chemistry class?"

"Well, I already got my work done for the day, and Penny asked for privacy for her date with Eddie, so I figured why not?"

al Ghul huffed, then led the group to the back of the room. Just as they had settled along the back wall of the portable, Kerr himself entered with a flourish, carrying a box. "Afternoon, kiddos!" he shouted, placing the box down on his desk. His eyes went to the back and saw al Ghul, the principals, and the school board and he smiled wide. "Ooh, the gang's all here! We are in for a treat today!"

"Good lord," Vreeland said. "Why is he so...pale?"

Kerr heard that and his brow furrowed. "Pale?" He looked to Harley. "Harley my dear, am I pale?"

She gave him a thumbs up. "You look fine to me, Mistah J!"

Kerr grinned. "Good! Now, let's get started! Today's lesson is all about chemical reactions. Now, if you'll pull out your notes..."

Gordon leaned over to Vreeland and whispered, "He's never really given a straight answer for the pale skin. When I asked, he said he had vitiligo."

"When I asked, he claimed he had a freak accident in a chemical plant," Wayne said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not sure we want to know the truth."

Vreeland nodded. "Alright, but why does he have green hair? Does he dye it?"

"Now now," Kerr spoke up, shaking his finger at the group in the back. "No whispering! As for the green hair, that was the result of an unfortunate incident I had with brussels sprouts when I was a child." He turned his attention back to the students. "So let that be a lesson to you kiddos, don't eat your vegetables!" He threw his head back and laughed, the noise getting on Gordon's last nerve.

"Don't corrupt your students!" al Ghul shouted. "Just get back to your lesson!"

Kerr's face darkened a bit. "Sheesh, lighten up Ghulie. Anywho kiddos, now we've gone over the basic of chemical combinations, I'm going to tell you what not to do!" He opened the box and pulled out household cleaners. "Now, we all know what happens when we combine alkali metals with water, right? What do we get, Thomas?"

Duke Thomas gulped. "Hydrogen gas, Mr. Kerr."

"Bingo! Now, what do we get when we mix bleach and vinegar? Anyone know?" To Gordon's and the school board's horror, he opened a bottle of bleach and poured it into a vial.

"No!" Wayne shouted. "You'll get chlorine gas!"

Kerr laughed. "Oh, settle down Brucie. I wouldn't gas a room full of children. Not in front of the school board at least." He threw the vila in the garbage next to him. "No, just in honor of the school board's and Superintendent al Ghul's presence, we'll be working with hydrogen peroxide and sulfuric acid!" He pulled the chemicals out of the box and began to combine them.

Pandemonium broke out immediately. "Evacuate!" al Ghul shouted. "Flee children, flee for your lives!" Students began pushing their way out the door and out the windows. The school board also fled, Elliott shoving students out of the way. Gordon, Fox, Wayne, Queen, and al Ghul grabbed as many children as they could and pushed them to safety before diving out of the portable. Falcone had Quinzel over her shoulders as she ran out, Quinzel crying out for her puddin' all the while. Finally, only Kerr was left in the portable. The last thing anyone heard was the obnoxious sound of his laughter before the portable exploded, actually going three feet airborne before it came crashing back down to earth in a fireball. The assembled students and faculty watched as it burned.

"Oh, puddin'," Harley sniffled. "My poor, poor, puddin'."

"At this point, he probably is," Cobblepot quipped.

Incredibly, a figure emerged from the burning wreck, Kerr staggered out of the remains of the portable without a scratch on him, laughing hysterically.

"How?" Queen sputtered. "How is he still alive!?"

"Jason says he's an eldritch abomination," Wayne muttered. "I'm not sure he's wrong."

al Ghul seethed. "I think," he hissed. "That I've seen quite enough. Assemble the faculty in front of the school! I will see heads roll for this! I will-"

"Um, Mr. al Ghul," Quinzel said. "Your cape's on fire."

al Ghul looked down and sure enough, the edge of his cape was on fire. "Good Lord!" he shouted, frantically tearing it off and stomping on the flames. Strange smirked. Finally. Finally. The faculty of Gotham Academy would be gone and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

[eternalravendreamer]

Lance Totally Brought His Cellphone to Space, so Here’s Him Showing His Space Family Photos of His Family Family (WIP, OC-heavy)

Lance gave a whoop of excitement, plopping onto the couch between the two Alteans and opening the picture gallery on his precious cell phone.

“Alright, get ready to meet the McClains!” first he pulled up a photo of himself and a cheerful older woman. She shared his skin color, with only slightly darker hair. He was taking a selfie with her and showing off his Garrison acceptance letter. Both of them had tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces.

“That’s my mom, Florina. Don’t let the fact that she’s tiny and seemingly delicate fool you – she’s stronger than an ox, and twice as tenacious! She was so proud of me for getting into the Garrison…” Lance trailed off, staring into the image of his mother’s face. Allura put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sure that she’ll be just as proud when she finds out you’ve been defending the universe.” Lance smiled at her and switched to a photo of an older man with an impressive mustache relaxing on the water, held afloat by an oversized inner-tube in the shape of a pink flamingo. Coran gasped in delight.

“HIS MUSTACHE ALMOST LOOKS LIKE MINE!”

“I know, right?! That’s the first thing I thought when I met you! That’s my dad, Clyde. He used to be a boring, ordinary office worker, but then he found out he had heart failure and only had about four months to live and took a trip to Cuba, which is how he met my mom, and they fell in love! Oh, and uh then he got a new heart, so don’t worry. He’s all good now, and a stay at home dad and grandpa.”

The next photo he brought up was of a young man who looked almost the exact same as Lance, with slightly rounder facial features. He was wearing a doctor’s coat and had a stethoscope around his neck, and was standing with crossed arms and a barely concealed smile in front of a colorful building with a “GRAND OPENING” banner strung across it.

“That’s my oldest brother, Gerardo. We call him Jerry. He hates it. He’s a doctor, and that’s the community clinic he opened in the poorer section of town with some of his friends from med school. He’s the golden child of the family, which you’d think would make him a stuck-up brat.”

“…but?”

“But nothing, he’s got the longest freakin’ stick up his ass, and it’s hilarious. Whenever anyone gets sick he freaks out and goes into doctor mode. His husband Camilo is the only reason he hasn’t keeled over from stress yet.”

Swiping left, Lance brought up a selfie of a muscular woman who, again, looked like Lance but slightly different, flexing to show off her muscles. Shiro and Allura almost choked, while Matt enthusiastically yelled “I WOULD PAY THAT LADY TO KICK MY ASS!”

“Oh my god, no. That’s my oldest sister, Mónica. She’s in the construction business, and the family fix-it expert. When she and her girlfriend and datemate – she’s in a poly relationship, it’s really cute actually – anyways, when they couldn’t find a bed big enough for all three of them plus their two giant dogs, Mónica just built them one herself. I’m convinced he could bench-press Shiro.”

“That’s hot.”

“That’s my sister.”

“Still hot.”

Rolling his eyes at Matt, Lance pulled up a photo of yet another look-alike, but with longer hair and wearing flawless makeup. He was wearing a fancy blue suit and posing dramatically for the camera.

“This beautiful asshole is my brother Dimas. He started out as a makeup artist but eventually his boss begged him to become a model. He agreed, but on the condition that he could still do makeup. He taught me everything I know about beauty and cosmetics!”

“He’s hot.”

“You just said that about my sister! Also, he’s ace. I don’t know if he’s aro, but he’s ace.”

“…still hot.”

“OH MY GOD, MATT.”

The next picture showed a woman who yet again looked vaguely like Lance, but this one had long hair tied up in a bun, and glasses on her face. She was smiling with a little girl who looked somewhere around ten years old, give or take a year or two. The little girl liked strikingly like the woman, but enough like someone else to not look like Lance.

“That’s my sister Sarina and her daughter, Paloma, who is my youngest niece. She also has two sets of twin boys, and on top of that she’s a second grade teacher.”

“That’s…a lot of kids.”

“Well, she is the token straight of the family. Gerardo and his husband have a set of triplets they adopted, though, and Mónica is considering getting married to one of her partners so that they can cheese the system and legally adopt. Only problem is that she doesn’t want to make whoever isn’t part of the marriage feel left out.”

“My god, why are there so many kids?!”

“Pidge, we’re Catholic.”

“Ooooh, yeah.”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s a stereotype, Keith. Don’t worry about it.”

Leaving Keith to remain confused (while Shiro tried not to die of laughter beside him), Lance pulled up a photo of another look-alike, but this one had vitiligo and bore an almost rose-shaped mark over their right eye, which was also a slightly different color. They were squatting and drinking a child-size juice box next to a large marble sign that read “CUBAN ACADAMY OF LAW” in English, with Spanish underneath that presumably said the same thing.

“This living meme is my enby sib, Indigo. I sometimes call them Indy or Inigo Montoya. Y’know, for pop culture references. Anyway, they’re in law school. They’re gonna be a super cool, badass lawyer and debate the shit out of some people.”

“Alright, this is the last one for now,” Lance pulled up the final photo and the room became silent in awe. The picture was of a slightly younger Lance, hair gelled and wearing a fancy (if a little old and very obviously a hand-me-down) tuxedo, standing beside a sister who might as well have been his clone. She had long, curled hair, and was wearing an elegant ball gown the same color as her and Lance’s eyes. They were in front of a podium, and she was holding a large trophy.

“That’s Linnette. She’s only older than me by a year and a couple days, so we’ve always been close. She’s a professional ballroom dancer, and her partner is her fiancé now. This picture was from before they were paired, when I would sometimes be her partner. Mom couldn’t afford to send me to pre-school and send Linnie to dance class at the same time, so I went to the studio with her. I’m not nearly as good as her or her partner, Valero, but I think I can still dance a pretty sick waltz.”

“You won a trophy together.”

“Forget that, you have six siblings?! You’re the youngest of SEVEN kids?! I can barely handle Pidge!” Matt gasped dramatically, earning him a swift (but light-hearted) bunch in the side from said sibling.

“Yeah, the joke is that I was born because my mom couldn’t stand having an uneven girl-to-boy ratio. To be fair, though, my mom is the middle child of thirteen. Big old farming family, so lots of kids.” Everyone gawked at Lance’s nonchalant response. Coran even spat out his Nunvil.

“THIRTEEN?!”

“Okay, it’s technically twelve. Uncle Lance died when she was a teenager.”

“So you’re named for him, I’m guessing?”

“Mm-hmm. Mom says he was the bravest person she had ever met. I always wondered why she saved the name for me instead of just giving it to her first son, or even second, but she said it just didn’t feel right for any of them.”

“Well it’s certainly a fitting name. Though…my goodness, your family is certainly quite large. Alteans rarely have more than one child at any time, so families are typically quite small.”

“Man, no wonder you’re so homesick.”

“Wow, Keith, don’t pull any punches.”

[nobledragonflying]

I posted 896 times in 2021

54 posts created (6%)

842 posts reblogged (94%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 15.6 posts.

I added 978 tags in 2021

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#c!techno - 47 posts

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I just the mangoball fic on twitter.

It was… an experience, that person is either the funniest motherfucker on the planet or the most wattpad writer ever.

possible both. 

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#4

I blacked out and when I came to, this was done.

9 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 03:59:47 GMT

#3

See the full post

12 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 01:08:20 GMT

#2

Thought that I could do better with the last art piece :)

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17 notes • Posted 2021-09-18 02:14:30 GMT

#1

There is something deeply funny to me that if the cast of the dsmp gets transported to our world, but like with no Minecraft/dsmp. And get this, a cop has to solve a serial murder case and has to interview them. Like just imagine 

You are a cop, you have to solve this case, you have to interview these people. First up, Tommy Innit. He is loud and he is annoying. You have heard more swears in 5 minutes than a whole month. He saying a lot, but not telling you shit. You move on.

Next there is a Tubbo Underscore-Beloved. He is 17, but with an adopted child and a husband. They married for tax benefits. You are sure none of this is legal. The child says he is a lawyer called Big Law and if you hurt his husband, BFF or child, he will blow this place up. You walk out feeling threatened.

Next you go to Ranboo Beloved-Underscore. He is Tubbos husband and has the most severe case of vitiligo you have ever seen. He is very tall and says that his memory is spotty and he has the backbone of a chocolate eclair. You do not doubt this. When you bring up the previous two, he has thinly vailed threats that he would kill everyone in the station if they hurt his family. You walk out with nothing but terror.

You go to Wilbur Soot next. The man is clearly insane and you have a feeling that he is hanging on by a thread. You walk in expecting threats. You ask about the murder on the beach. The man talks about eating sand, it has been 15 minutes. You leave with deep of emotions, you are not sure what they are, but you are experiencing them.

You have Technoblade next. You are not sure which is weirder, his name, or the cosplay. You walk in to see an absolute mountain of a man. You are unsettled. You ask your questions, but the man is not taking you seriously. He keeps asking ‘chat’ questions unrelated to the case. You do not know if he is messing with you or if he genuinely believes in them. You leave deeply frustrated and that you some how gave up information.

Finally you get to Philza Minecraft. You find his wings very realistic, but he wouldn’t part with them. You ask your questions. He is very kind, welcoming, cooperative and answers your questions nicely. He mentions how he wished he had you as at his trial. You ask him and he says it’s unimportant to the case. You press for answers, he gives you nothing. You walk away with the feeling that he is far older than he lets on.

Lastly you have the toddler Michael Underscore-Beloved. You try to talk to him, but you find that he cannot speak english. He likes shiny things and even better if they are yellow. You try to get him to cooperate, but he only asks for Boo, Bo or MiMi. You cannot bring him to them. The child only gets more agitated as time goes on. He runs down the hall faster than you think a toddler should run. He stops in front of Ranboos room. You try to pull him away, he screams and bites.

There is an vworp sound and Ranboo is behind you with Purple eyes, he snatches the child from your grasp and holds him to his chest. They cannot be separated.

It has been a very long day.

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[mozillogames]

You Won’t Be Sent To Valhalla From Playing Va-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartending Action

(You can ignore that video if you want, I just get ostensibly smashed off of gin while trying to play a visual novel)

Va-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartending Action is a surprising game that’s laid back and filled with wonderful characters to get to know and love. While its gameplay might be a little simple, it’s still a wonderfully enrapturing game that had me clicking through one extra day after the next to learn everyone’s stories, as well as more hijinks that permeate throughout the game. There’s not really a game quite like Va-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartender Action and I can understand why. The premise is an odd one, you’re a bartender in a cyberpunk world, but unlike the 1983 arcade game, Tapper, there’s little actual gameplay within Va-11 Hall-A, or Valhalla, can I just call it Valhalla? No? Damn.

Va-11 Hall-A is designed to be played as you’re relaxing in the evening with a drink and some snacks and for you to just chill out with, the game says just about as much when you start it up. It pulls off this quiet and relaxed atmosphere incredibly well and I find myself booting Va-11 Hall-A up every now and then after a long and tiring day and just drink myself silly while playing video games, except that I don’t feel like I’m drinking alone like some kind of alcoholic while playing Va-11 Hall-A because I might be drinking with a sex robot or a cat lady… or an actual dog wearing sunglasses.

The cyberpunk world is one of the wonderful things about this game. It’s filled with robots, genetically augmented people known as “Cat Boomers”, talking dogs and then those with more and more cybernetic enhancements. Set in the dystopian city of Glitch City where poverty and inequality run rampant things are beginning to reach a boiling point as waves of terrorist attacks and cyber terrorism take hold of the city, but you continue your life working in a bar serving drinks. The way you learn about the world and how it’s built is entirely through those you talk to while at your job, mixing drinks and changing lives, as the protagonist announces at the start of most of her shifts.

Not every conversation and character is an odd form of exposition where they talk about Glitch City, as if you haven’t lived there for a couple of years, other times you just talk about the lives of those you attend to and their jobs or even delving into larger philosophical conversations. One day you may be serving the chauvinistic editor of a major newspaper, learning about the stress of editing a paper and dealing with the never ending streams of brown nosers, leading to his vague god complex, the next day you might be serving an actual brain in an actual jar. Suddenly you’re having a conversation about the concepts of life and freedom, AIs and how that pertains to the Lillim, the robots in the city, all the while being hit on by that very same brain in a jar.

I found myself enjoying each character more and more, well, almost every character, as they become regulars to the bar and befriend the bartender, Jill. You learn their life styles, their back stories and maybe even what they had for breakfast that day. All of the characters slowly begin to feel familiar and this begins to happen right around the time the story pertaining to our bartendering main character picks up. Characters all come in their own way to try and cheer you up and it’s oddly heartwarming, sure I’m not the one actually suffering any issues, but maybe after a long day at work when you’re exhausted and feel like your life is going nowhere you just need a sex robot that looks like a child to crack some outlandish jokes and continue to be larger than life, or for a dog wearing sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt to be introduced.

The writing is genuinely quite wonderful in Va-11 Hall-A. I found myself guffawing at some of the more outlandish statements, such as the previously mentioned Rad Shiba, and then also on the edge of my seat at other times when characters may be in peril or you’re learning about some tragic event that may have befallen one of the rapidly likeable characters you come across. The mixture of deeply philosophical conversation against internet culture that occasionally permeates through the game actually works rather well. Although, it’s odd to see that memes persist all the way through to the 2060s, but you can’t win them all. Internet culture is here to stay, and it’ll either become Neo-Nazism or just common vernacular as seen in Va-11 Hall-A, while both prospects are terrifying, I look more forward to the latter.

Gameplay is a loose term when it comes to Va-11 Hall-A. When you’re not just clicking through conversations and having a good time, there’ll often be a moment where you have to serve drinks for someone, like it’s your job or something, and it’s almost too simple. The process tends to be someone asking for a drink, you look up that drink in the menu and then just fill the proportional ingredients as listed, it’s by no means difficult, but I guess it adds enough of a break to things to keep you aware of what’s going on, sort of. There are times where customers ask for drinks in a more cryptic manner such as asking for a drink that was designed after the dead friend of a bartender, in which you have a flashback to earlier in the game where someone was telling you all about the back story of one of the drinks and it was just that! Other customers can be more obtuse in their orders such as simply requesting “17” or a drink that is “pure”, but that’s just Vitiligo. I’ll be honest, I kind of wish people did ask slightly more cryptic orders from time to time. There’s an element of you’ll only get repeat custom from someone if you get their orders right, but when they simple ask for a Branditini it’s hard to mess up. Your knowledge of the bar menu isn’t often pushed that hard, but it’s more about just talking to people than any titular bartending action.

Overall Va-11 Hall-A: Cyberpunk Bartending Action is a delightfully fun game. A talking simulator or visual novel of sorts that’s set in a fun and interesting world riddled with bizarre and quirky characters, most of which were genuinely interesting and pleasant to hang out with. It’s all the positives of working in a public facing job, the stories and meeting interesting people, but without all the negatives, like long hours, low pay and constant never ending verbal and sexual abuse, so on that front it’s almost the perfect world to live in, minus all the bombs and loose grasp of the law. There’s a wonderful soundtrack that acts more of a jukebox for the background than anything else, but with truly banging tunes nonetheless. Va-11 Hall-A has simple gameplay that’s perfect for a relaxing evening drinking your sorrows away, because we’ve all got sorrows, just some of them are based in a cyberpunk world and involve a talking dog in sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt called Rad Shiba, and who can frown at that?