#oc: amanda piec

[shinovii]

A "shocking" and fun Christmas gift I made for @raisha-gs, his OC Amanda Bright is a thing of beauty and I couldn't resist drawing her, and dressed as Kay from Girls und Panzer too (should probably watch that sometime)! I also wanted to try an attempt at the Puyo Puyo style, it's just too vibrant and eyecatching for me not to try it...also very simplistic 😆

[pierswife]

Did I ever upload this one--?

[jackkin-memories]

crazy how im gonna start philosophizing about this immediately

[erisweekofficial]

We're thrilled to shine a light on @zenkindoflove!!! Amanda is an absolute gem in the Elucien fandom AND Eris fandom and has also blessed us with Alexius, her incredible OC for her Eris x OC fics.

Alexius stands out as one of the few male OCs in the community, and the dynamic between him and Eris is nothing short of captivating. Think forced proximity, delicious yearning, witty banter, political intrigue, and all the tension you could dream of. You can see them in both Summer Heat (which has Elucien) and Pull Me in Deeper, which... y'all you gotta read this asap😍🤭🥵 Also the mods are begging you to read Taste of You, a short and delightfully smutty one shot.

And PLEASE admire this amazing art of Alexius and Eris!

Read more to learn about how @zenkindoflove was inspired to create content about Eris AND her extremely helpful tips for writing content about him. (We're taking notes)

What inspired you to start creating content about Eris?  I became curious about writing Eris after he was featured in some of my Elucien fics. When I started my multichapter Elucien fic Summer Heat, I decided that I would give him a male love interest in that fic and create an OC - which ended up being Alexius who you see featured in all of my Eris work. I originally intended for it to be a background relationship, but I decided to experiment and write the scene of their first meeting (a very smutty scene) just to do some character exploration. I didn’t intend to include it in the fic, but then once I wrote it, I knew that it was something special and Eris x Alexius became a true B storyline in that fic with a fully fleshed out love story. After that, I wanted to expand and write fics that focused on them which I've written several now and more to come for Eris Week! It's a bit niche. Hardly anyone writes Eris x Male OC but I'm obsessed now.

What's your favorite piece you've created featuring Eris and why? 

That would be my Eris x Alexius multichapter fic - Pull Me in Deeper. I love it because it was a way for me to explore Eris’ character when he is out of the watchful eye of his father and others in Prythian. It’s also just a fun action/adventure/romance story and I got to explore more lore and character building for my OC Alexius as well. Alexius was designed to be, in my opinion, the perfect person for Eris and that means often standing in contrast to a lot of his personality traits and pushing him outside of his comfort zone. So it was an incredibly fun dynamic to explore. And it’s two gay men who are on a quest to find out (*spoilers*) if unicorns exist XD.

How do you approach writing dialogue for Eris? 

I tend to lean into Eris being more careful with his words - so he is sharp, concise, and efficient in his word choice. Depending on who he’s sharing a scene with and the context, he can be severe and short or he can be long-winded and eloquent. And of course, he has banter and jabs a plenty. So I try to balance all those sides of him depending on the context.

Do you have any advice for other creators wanting to make Eris content? 

Eris inhabits a unique space in canon where he is truly a free agent when it comes to relationships. So, I would recommend if you want to write romances with Eris to lean into self-indulgence and write the pairing/story you really want to tell and try to let go of what you think will be popular. And if that ends up being Eris x OC rather than a canon character, know that it can actually be such a rewarding experience even if you don’t have a built in audience. Creating an OC to pair with Eris has been immensely fun and has broadened my creativity. Eris is a complex, interesting character with so many layers and building someone to fit him and find out what is underneath all of those layers can lead you down quite an obsessive path. But a fun one. 

Please give us a name for one of Eris’s Brothers

Kian. He is the third oldest and is more of a scholarly type. Now that second brother Conan is dead, he is next in line after Eris.

Please give us a name for one of Eris's Dogs.

Lithia. She just had puppies in PMID and Eris is worried about her. 

[mrs-snape5984]

„In the dark of night, those faces, they haunt me…“

„I wish you were so close to me. Yes, I wish your were by my side…“ („By my side“ by INXS)

I’ve always had a special soft spot for Severus in his teenage years. This way too skinny, raven-haired boy with his adorably crooked nose and those beautiful - and yet so sad - obsidian eyes never failed to trigger some kind of an overprotective goddess of revenge in my heart.

There are nights, in which I‘m drowning in my thoughts about Sevy…writing my stories for him. My OC Jules (totally self-inserted…I admit it!) allows him to show his vulnerabilities in her presence. She’s protecting and defending him….in every aspect of his life.

This man deserves some love, respect and comfort…and that’s, what we all in our beloved Snapedom are granting him.

Some time ago, I’ve read a poem by Amanda Lovelace, which reminded me of the consolation and comfort, I’d wanted to give to Severus. I want to share it with you (please ignore my scribble…that’s exactly the reason, why I’m commissioning art from all the incredibly talented artists of Snapedom 😅):

The artwork on top of this post was a gift from my friend @exlibrisseverus and I love everything about it! The whole mood in your beautiful drawing makes my heart aching for Severus…makes me wanting to fix the whole goddamn world for him.

@exlibrisseverus, you’re a gem of a human soul and I’m beyond grateful that I was allowed to get to know you better. Your resilience and your strength are - just like Severus’s - extremely inspiring to me, my friend and I hope, that you will stay in touch with me! 🖤🥹 Thank you so much for each kind word, for each recommendation and of course for this stunning piece of art!

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

[dear-indies]

Hello! What are some of your favorite Pro-Palestine, Anti Zionist fc's you'd like to see used more? I want to make an OC and have zero ideas but I want to try to only use FC's that, like, aren't heartless pieces of shit, ya know?

Cherien Dabis (1976) Palestinian / Jordanian.

Michael Malarkey (1983) Palestinian, Italian-Maltese / Irish, German.

May Calamawy (1986) Jordanian, Palestinian / Egyptian.

Dina Shihabi (1989) Palestinian, Saudi Arabian / Norwegian, German and Haitian.

Nemahsis / Nemah Hasan (1994) Palestinian.

Angel Guardian (1998) Palestinian and Filipino.

Noor Taher (1999) Palestinian and Lebanese.

Saint Levant (2000) Palestinian, Serbian / Algerian, French.

Josie Totah (2001) Palestinian / Lebanese, Italian, Irish, German - is a trans woman.

+ an entire masterlist of Palestinian fcs!

Also, since lots of people are asking here's a masterlist but PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS NOT COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE POSTED AND/OR SPOKEN ABOUT PALESTINE!

Why I'm not adding people who have only asked for a ceasefire.

HERE is @leepacey's list.

I also have a private list you're welcome to DM me for, both also have people who support Isr*el for people to avoid.

Vanessa Redgrave (1937)

Miriam Margolyes (1941) Jewish.

Charles Dance (1946)

Patti Smith (1946)

Duke Erikson / Garbage (1951)

Annie Lennox (1954)

Butch Vig / Garbage (1955)

Juliet Stevenson (1956)

Peter Capaldi (1958) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Steve Marker / Garbage (1959)

Hugo Weaving (1960)

Michael Stipe (1960)

Liam Cunningham (1961)

Sabrina Ferilli (1964)

Paco Tous (1964)

Robert Del Naja / Massive Attack (1965)

Björk (1965)

John Cusack (1966)

Shirley Manson / Garbage (1966)

Aasif Mandvi (1966) Indian.

Serj Tankian (1967) Armenian.

Tricky / Massive Attack (1968) Afro Jamaican / Anglo-Guyanese.

Kathleen Hanna (1968)

Benedict Wong (1971) Hongkonger.

Boots Riley (1971) African-American, one quarter Ashkenazi Jewish (maternal grandmother), small amounts of German, English, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, Scottish, Wampanoag.

Ava DuVernay (1972) Louisiana Creole.

Gabrielle Union (1972) African-American.

Poorna Jagannathan (1972) Indian.

Haifa Wehbe (1972) Egyptian / Lebanese.

Kimya Dawson (1972) African-American.

Ava DuVernay (1972) African-American.

Cat Power (1972)

Sarah Sophie Flicker (1973) Jewish.

Omar Metwally (1974) Egyptian / Dutch.

Maxine Peake (1974)

Itziar Ituño (1974)

Nelly Karim (1974) Egyptian / Russian.

Mahershala Ali (1974) African-American.

Sara Ramírez (1975) Mexican and some Irish - non-binary, queer and bisexual (they/them).

Carice van Houten (1976)

Karen Olivo (1976) Puerto Rican [Spanish, Indigenous, possibly other] / Dominican Republic, Chinese - is non-binary (they/them).

Haaz Sleiman (1976) Lebanese - is gay.

Antonio De Matteo (1978)

Joelle Mardinian (1977) Lebanese.

Alberto Ammann (1978) Argentinan.

Daniel Brühl (1978)

Max Collins / Eve 6 (1978)

Kayvan Novak (1978) Iranian.

Residente / René Pérez Joglar (1978) Puerto Rican.

Immortal Technique (1978) Amerindian, Spanish, French and African.

Hend Sabry (1979) Egyptian.

Luis Bordonada (1979) Mexican.

Kate Box (1979) - is gay.

Ser Anzoategui (1979) Argentinian and Paraguayan - is non-binary (they/them).

Dorra Zarrouk (1980) Tunisian.

Amerie (1980) African-American / Korean.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans.

Dargen D'Amico (1980)

Gustaf Skarsgård (1980)

Madeleine Sami (1980) Fijian-Indian / White - is a lesbian.

Khalid Abdalla (1980) Egyptian.

Arian Moayed (1980) Iranian.

Massari (1980) Lebanese.

Tahar Rahim (1981) Algerian.

Kaan Urgancıoğlu (1981) Turkish.

Shawna Farmer / chubbycartwheels (1981)

Beth Ditto (1981) - is queer.

Morgan Spector (1981) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, German, some Scottish and English.

Jesse Williams (1981) African-American, Seminole / Swedish.

Amanda Seales (1981) African-American / Grenadian [African, at least one quarter European].

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.

Arthur Darvill (1982) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Emel Mathlouthi (1982) Tunisian.

Rajshri Deshpande (1982) Indian.

Niamh McGrady (1982)

Yolanda Bonnell (1982) Ojibwe, White / Indian - is two-spirit and queer (she/they) - is open about having OCD and ADHD!

Macklemore (1983)

Luna Maya (1983) Indonesian.

Amir Eid (1983) Egyptian.

Aisling Bea (1984)

Mohamed Emam (1984) Egyptian.

Mahira Khan (1984) Pakistani.

Alex Meraz (1984) Mexican [Purepecha].

Sami Zayn (1984) Syrian.

Jena Malone (1984)

Zawe Ashton (1984) Ugandan / White - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Siobhan Thompson (1984)

Ravyn Ariah Wngz (1984) Mohawk, Tanzanian, Afro-Bermudian - is a Two-Spirit trans woman (she/her).

Kristin Chirico (1984) - is questioning their gender, “encompassing a lot of things” but is not yet sure if she’s nonbinary or a gender non-confirming woman and uses they/her - openly bisexual and demisexual and have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, ADHD, dyslexia, and asthma.

Tamanna Roashan (1984) Indian / Afghani.

Asia Kate Dillon (1984) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified - non-binary and pansexual (they/them).

Burak Özçivit (1984) Turkish.

Enjy Kiwan (1984) Egyptian.

Kid Cudi (1984) African-American.

Sepideh Moafi (1985) Iranian.

Lilan Bowden (1985) Taiwanese / English, Welsh.

Alex Meraz (1985) Mexican [Purépecha].

Aabria Iyengar (1985) African-American.

Rahul Kohli (1985) Punjabi Indian.

Marina Diamandis (1985)

Troian Bellisario (1985) American, Louisiana Creole [African, French, English] / White.

Sonam Kapoor (1985) Indian.

Carmen V. Ortega Baljian (1985)

Carsie Blanton (1985) Jewish.

Haley Webb (1985)

Yani Gellman (1985) Ashkenazi Jewish, possibly other.

Giulia Michelini (1985)

Lewis Hamilton (1985) Afro Grenadian / White.

Eréndira Ibarra (1985) Mexican - is bisexual.

Karim Kassem (1986) Egyptian / Egyptian Jewish.

Mihaela Drăgan (1986) Romani - is queer.

Asim Chaudhry (1986) Pakistani.

Jenna Coleman (1986) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian.

Whitney Greyton (1986) Black South African / Namibian - is queer (she/they).

Fahriye Evcen (1986) Turkish.

Amber Riley (1986) African-American.

Ericka Hart (1986) African-American - is non-binary femme, queer, and polyamorous (she/they).

Lido Pimienta (1986) Colombian [Wayuu, Afro-Colombian] - is queer.

Mihaela Dragan (1986) Romani.

DJ Snake (1986) Algerian / French.

Alba Flores (1986) Romani, Spanish [including Andalusian] - is a lesbian.

Saagar Shaikh (1986) Pakistani.

Mustafa Ali (1986) Pakistani.

Lily Gladstone (1986) Kainai Blackfoot, Amskapi Pikuni Blackfoot, Nez Perce, Dutch, Cajun - she/they.

Pidgeon Pagonis (1986) Mexican and Greek - is intersex and non-binary (they/them).

Guz Khan (1986) Pakistani.

Eugene Lee Yang (1986) Korean - is gay.

Bob the Drag Queen (1986) African-American - is polyamorous, pansexual and non-binary (he/her).

Asim Chaudhry (1986/87) Pakistani.

Marwa Agrebi (1987) Tunisian.

Mercury Stardust (1987) - is non-binary trans femme (she/they).

Sasha Velour (1987) Russian Jewish / Ukrainian, other - is genderfluid (she/they when not in drag, she while in drag).

Susan Wokoma (1987) Nigerian.

Munroe Bergdorf (1987) Afro Jamaican / English - is trans.

Michael B. Jordan (1987) African-American.

Juliana Huxtable (1987) African-American - is trans.

Nicola Coughlan (1987)

Anjana Vasan (1987) Tamil Indian.

Pearl Mackie (1987) West Indian / English - is bisexual.

Erika Ishii (1987) Japanese - is genderfluid (she/they/any) - also posted on Brennan’s post: “Thank you for always being thoughtful with your advocacy and direct in your action. From the river to the sea.”

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic, boycotted the Sydney Festival 2022 for Palestine.

Carina Shero (1988)

Joe Cole (1988)

Elsa Hosk (1988)

Kendrick Sampson (1988) African-American / English, Scottish, German, Cajun/French, Danish, Norwegian.

Kelly Piquet (1988) Brazilian.

Navild Acosta (1988) African-American - is non-binary queer (he/him).

Brennan Lee Mulligan (1988)

Swara Bhasker (1988) Indian.

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian and English.

John Early (1988) - is gay.

Sabrina Dhowre Elba (1988) Somali.

Joel Kim Booster (1988) Korean - is gay and has bipolar disorder.

Gratiela Brancusi (1989) Romani and Greek Romanian.

Frank Waln (1989) Sicangu Oyate Lakota Sioux.

Rakeen Saad (1989) Jordadian.

Morfydd Clark (1989)

Mary Lambert (1989) - is a lesbian.

Meyne Wyatt (1989) Wongutha and Yamatji.

Dina Torkia (1989) Egyptian / English.

Kiell Smith-Bynoe (1989) Afro Barbadian and Afro Jamaican - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Laith Ashley (1989) Afro Dominican - is a trans man and asexual.

Shea Couleé / Jaren Kyei Merrell (1989) African-American - non-binary (they but she/her while in drag).

Emma Watson (1990)

Mitski (1990) Japanese / White.

Arrows Fitz (1990) African-American - is non-binary (he/they/she/it).

Shirine Boutella (1990) Algerian.

Luke Baines (1990)

Julia Jacklin (1990)

Josh O’Connor (1990) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Paapa Essiedu (1990) Ghanaian - and donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Lolly Adefope (1990) Yoruba Nigerian.

Tabria Majors (1990) African-American.

Rosaline Elbay (1990) Egyptian.

Katie Findlay (1990) English, Hongkonger, Portuguese-Macanese, Scottish - is queer (they/them).

Poppy Liu (1990) Chinese - is non-binary (she/they).

Shareena Clanton (1990) Blackfoot, Cherokee, African-American, Wangkatha, Yamatji, Noongar, Gija.

Maren Morris (1990)

Kiowa Gordon (1990) Hualapai, White.

Leigh-Anne Pinnock (1991) Afro Barbadian and Jamaican.

Joe Alwyn (1991)

Emily Ratajkowski (1991)

Jari Jones (1991) African-American / Filipino - is trans.

Vico Ortiz (1991) Puerto Rican - non-binary (they/them).

Denée Benton (1991) African-American.

Dylan O'Brien (1991)

Bonnie Wright (1991)

Ramy Youssef (1991) Egyptian.

Sarah Kameela Impey (1991) Indo-Guyanese / British.

Ali Burak Ceylan (1991) Turkish.

Seychelle Gabriel (1991) French, Mexican / Italian, including Sicilian - also has Spoken up for Sudan.

Alexa Nikolas (1992)

Emma D’Arcy (1992) - is non-binary (they/them).

Jarvis Johnson (1992) Unspecified.

Tasha Cloud (1992) African-American - is a lesbian.

Jess Bush (1992)

Rosa Robson (1992) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Jade Thirlwall (1992) English, three eights Arab [Egyptian, Yemeni], small amount of Scottish.

Faia Younan (1992) Syrian.

Merhan Keller (1992) Egyptian.

Julien Solomita (1992)

Pauline Chalamet (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish / English, Scottish, Irish, French.

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman.

Paloma Elsesser (1992) African-American / Chilean-Swiss.

Katie Gavin / MUNA (1992) - is queer.

Rupi Kaur (1992) Punjabi Indian.

Joana Ribeiro (1992)

Medalion Rahimi (1992) Iranian, Iranian Jewish - uses she/they.

Conor Mason / Nothing But Thieves (1992)

Rose Matafeo (1992) Samoan / Scottish and Croatian.

Zaqi Ismail (1992) Tanzanian.

Cailin Russo (1993)

Tara Emad (1993) Egyptian / Yugoslav Montenegrin.

Younes Bendjima (1993) Algerian.

Bobbi Salvör Menuez (1993) - is trans non-binary (they/them).

Stormzy (1993) Ghanaian.

Chance the Rapper (1993) African-American.

Raveena Aurora (1993) Punjabi Indian.

Naomi McPherson / MUNA (1993) West Indian and Irish - is queer and nonbinary (they/them).

Freddy Carter (1993)

Ghali (1993) Tunisian.

Jordan Alexander (1993) German, Irish, African-American.

Charlotte Day Wilson (1993)

Mia Khalifa (1993) Lebanese.

Maria Thattil (1993) Indian.

AJ Tracey (1994) Afro-Trinidadian / Welsh.

Ben Barlow (1994)

Asia Jackson (1994) Ibaloi Filipino and African American.

Isabella Roland (1994) Jewish.

Josette Maskin / MUNA (1994) Jewish - is queer and nonbinary (she/they).

Aimee Lou Wood (1994)

Rose Williams (1994)

Joseph Quinn (1994) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / English, German, one quarter Norwegian, some Scots-Irish/Northern Irish - is queer.

Theo Tiedemann (1994) Asian - is trans non-binary and gay (he/they).

Little Simz (1994) Yoruba Nigerian.

Huda Elmufti (1994) Egyptian.

Dylan Gelula (1994) Ashkenazi Jewish / Unspecified.

Arsema Thomas (1994) Nigerian / Ethiopian - is non-binary (she/they).

Earl Sweatshirt (1994) Black South African.

Kurtis Conner (1994)

Julien Baker (1995) - is a lesbian.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, French, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Spanish, Mexican, Filipino, Scottish, English, German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, Welsh, Cornish, Irish, Choctaw - non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous - she/they.

Achraf Koutet (1995) Moroccan.

Lucy Dacus (1995) - is queer.

Jack Wolfe (1995) - is queer - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Daniel Caesar (1995) Afro Barbadian and Jamaican.

Archie Madekwe (1995) Igbo Nigerian (one quarter), White.

Jazzelle / Jazzeppi Zanaughtti (1995) Afircan-American.

Elvina Mohamad (1995) Malaysian.

Stanzi Potenza (1995) - is non-binary (she/they) - has epilepsy and ADHD.

Willow Pill (1995) - is trans femme, has cystinosis and is autistic.

Bree Kish (1996) ¼ Black.

Alessia Cara (1996)

CMAT / Ciara Mary-Alice Thompson (1996) - is bisexual.

Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996)

María Isabel (1996) Dominican.

Mustafa the Poet (1996) Sudanese.

Lorde (1996)

Florence Pugh (1996)

Lowkey (1986) Iraqi / English.

Denzel Curry (1995) Afro Bahamian and Unspecified Native American.

Brandon Soo Hoo (1995) Chinese.

Lily Gao (1995) Chinese.

Halema Hussain (1995) - Sylheti.

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they.

Grace Van Dien (1996)

Diana Veras (1996) Dominican.

Abdelhamid Sabiri (1996) Moroccan.

Lauren Jauregui (1996) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other], likely some Basque - is bisexual.

Ally Beardsley (1996) - is non-binary (they/them).

Thea Sofie Loch Naess (1996)

AURORA (1996)

Leo Sheng (1996) Chinese - is a trans man.

Imaan Hammam (1996) Moroccan / Egyptian.

Tavi Gevinson (1996) Ashkenazi Jewish / Norwegian [converted to Judaism].

Quintessa Swindell (1997) African-American / White - is non-binary (they/he).

070 Shake (1997) Dominican - doesn't like to put labels on her sexuality.

Zara Larsson (1997)

Faye Webster (1997)

Alison Oliver (1997) - donated an auction to Cinema4Gaza.

Juliette Motamed (1997) Iranian.

Madeline Ford (1997)

Asa Butterfield (1997)

Scene Queen (1997)

Micheal Ward (1997) Afro Jamaican.

Xiran Jay Zhao (1997) Hui Chinese - is non-binary (they/them).

Lori Harvey (1997) African-American.

Mayan El Sayed (1997) Egyptian.

Hania Aamir (1997) Pakistani.

Sisi Stringer (1997) African Australian.

Omar Apollo (1997) Mexican - is gay.

Kaiit (1997) Papuan / Gunditjmara, Torres Strait Islander - is non-binary (she/he/they).

Piper Curda (1997) Korean / English, Scottish - is apsec.

Iman Meskini (1997) Tunisian / Norweigan - is pro Palestine!

Clara Nieblas (1997) Mexican.

Janella Salvador (1998) Bisaya Filipino.

Ethel Cain (1998) - is a trans bisexual woman.

Joanna Pincerato (1998) Mexican, Syrian. Swedish and Italian.

Joanna Arida (1998) Jordadian.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf, trans genderqueer and pansexual (he/they).

Benedetta Porcaroli (1998)

Em / Not Even Emily / Still Not Emily (1998) Taiwanese / Chinese.

Luna Carmoon (1998)

Gretta Ray (1998)

Clairo (1998) - is bisexual and has juvenile idiopathic arthritis.

SANTAN / Dave (1998) Edo Nigerian.

Salsabiela A. (1998) Unspecified.

Ariela Barer (1998) Mexican, Ashkenazi Jewish.

Celeste O'Connor (1998) Kenyan - is non-binary (they/them).

Wegz (1998) Egyptian.

Jessica Alexander (1999)

Rafaela Plastira (1999)

Minami Gessel (1999) Japanese / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Kenna Sharp (1999) - is queer.

Samara Joy (1999) African-American.

Sab Zada (1999) Chinese, Filipino, and Hispanic.

Zoe Terakes (2000) Greek Australian - trans masc non-binary guy (they/he).

Anthony Lexa (2000) - is a trans woman.

Marissa Bode (2000) African-American - is disabled.

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, Welsh, German.

Reneé Rapp (2000) - is a lesbian.

Celia Rose Gooding (2000) African-American - bisexual and gray asexual, uses she/they - also saw somewhere they don't like being called a woman.

Lucas Jade Zumann (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish / possibly German.

Cat Burns (2000) Liberian - is queer, autistic and has ADHD.

Maitreyi Ramakrishnan (2001) Tamil.

Andria Tayeh (2001) Jordanian and Lebanese.

Freya Allan (2001)

Ari Notartomaso (2001) - is non-binary (they/he).

Rachel Zegler (2001) Colombian / White.

Maria Guardiola (2001)

Hope Ikpoku Jnr (2001) Black British.

Morgan Davies (2001) - is a trans man.

Corey Maison (2001) - is a trans woman.

Ahmet Haktan Zavlak (2001) Turkish.

Kei Kurosawa (2001) Bisaya Filipino and Japanese.

Rhea Norwood (2001) - has type 1 diabetes.

Aaron Rose Philip (2001) Afro-Antiguan - is a trans woman who has cerebral palsy.

Denise Julia (2002) Filipino.

Nessa Barrett (2002) Puerto Rican.

Yara Mustafa (2002) Jordanian.

Iris Apatow / Iris Scot (2002) Ashkenazi Jewish / Irish, Scottish, Finnish, German.

Kosar Ali (2003) Somali.

Paris Paloma (?)

Madeleine Hyland (?)

Bobby Sanchez (?) Peruvian [Quechua] - is Two-Spirit and trans, uses she/her sometimes they/they).

Nick Hakim (?) Chilean / Peruvian.

Micaela López Bianchi (?) Argentinian.

Jas Lin (?) Taiwanese - is queer (they/them).

Georgia Maq (?)

Eddy Mack (?) Jordanian.

Ellie Kim / SuperKnova (?) Korean - genderfluid, transgender woman (she/her).

Alexia Roditis / Destory Boys (?) - uses they/them.

Violet Mayugba / Destory Boys (?)

Narsai Malik / Destory Boys (?)

David Orozco / Destory Boys (?)

Neil Turner / Los Campesinos! (?)

Tom Bromley / Los Campesinos! (?)

Kim Paisey / Los Campesinos! (?)

Rob Taylor / Los Campesinos! (?)

Jason Adelinia/ Los Campesinos! (?)

Matt Fidler / Los Campesinos! (?)

Raul Briones (?) Mexican.

Britton Smith (?) Black.

Farrah / farrahescapes (?) Emirati.

CJ / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Gian / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Rapha / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Gab / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Pangasinense Filipino.

Sevii / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Ilocano Filipino.

Xen / Cup of Jo / cupofjoemusic_ (early 20's) Ilocano Filipino.

Grey Gritt (?) Ojibwe and Metis - is genderqueer (they/them).

Elaine Crombie (?) Pitjantjatjara, Yankunytjatjara, Warrigmay, South Sea Islander, and White.

Nori Reed (?) Korean / Unspecified - is non-binary (she/her).

Shahd Khidir (?) Sudanese.

Arewà Basit (?) Black - uses she/they.

Majid Al Maskati / Majid Jordan (?) Bahraii.

Jordan Ullman / Majid Jordan (?)

+ please let me know if you want more!

[tiredsmashbros]

🍔 TIREDSMASHBROS INTRODUCTION

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ W E L C O M E ! ! 🍔🍟🥤

🌿 howdy! my name is tomm + tsb. i use both he/him and they/them pronouns. i'm queer, demiboy + pan + aroace spectrum, and i am an adult, twenty-one ; jan. 10.

🪵 i'm a comic, furry, and multi-fandom artist. i specialize in digital art primarily, minor wood handcrafts, bracelets, or play on my silly harmonica. currently senior year in college.

🌻 i struggle with dyslexia, i apologize in advance for any minor grammar errors! i'm a bit slow responding to responses + mentions so i'd appreciate some patience.

↳ i speak english + spanish ↳ mexican + el salvadorian + texan

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ C O M I C S ! ! 🍔🍟🥤

MARIO COMICS 🍄 ↳ DONE mario and luigi superstars ; sketch comic ↳ NEW !! DONE bowuigi rewritten ; sketch comic

SMG4 COMICS 🧢 ↳ DONE smg34: lip bite prologue {part one} ↳ DONE smg34: lip bite : chapter one {part two} ↳ smg34: lip bite : chapter two {part three} -> CURRENTLY WORKING ON

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ F A N D O M S ! ! 🍔🍟🥤

SHOWS / FILMS 📺; {bold = fixated atm} ↳ my little pony, south park, animaniacs, looney tunes, mickey mouse, ducktales, felix the cat, bluey, total drama island, grojband, danvs, regular show, gravity falls, ninjago, teenage mutant ninja turtles, moomin valley, how to train your dragon, dragon ball, centuarworld, one piece, naruto, fullmetal alchemist, jojo's bizarre adventures, hlvr:ai, khonjin house, eddsworld, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, lackadaisy, trolls, better call saul/breaking bad, smg4, meta runner, murder drones, fairy oddparents: a new wish, popee the performer, the great gatsby, holes, the sixth sense, kingsman, matilda, beetlejuice, deadpool and wolverine

VIDEO GAMES 🎮 ; {bold = fixated atm} ↳ minecraft, five night at freddy's, cuphead, super mario bros, sonic, undertale, bendy and the ink machine, poppy playtime, baldi's basic, garten of banban, cult of the lamb, friday night funkin, pizza tower, parappa, amanda the adventurer, choo choo charles, epic mickey, rabbits, spyro, rayman, duck season, billie bust up, genshin, wuthering waves, god of war: ragnarok, red dead redemption

NOVELS + COMICS / MANGA 📚 ;{ bold = fixated atm} ↳ scott pilgrim, warrior cats, garfield, charlie brown, ganbare nakamura-kun, heartstopper, goosebumps series, mashle, usagi yojimbo, promised neverland, beastars, show-ha shoten, gokurakugai, + above

MISC ; {bold = fixated atm} ↳ dawko, matpat, fuhnaff, coryxkenshin, dashiexp, isaacwhy, yeptheboys, sam and colby, cg5, peso pluma, welcome home, sherlock & co

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ T S B : S M G 4 A U ! ! 🍔🍟🥤

🍔 most may be familiar with me from my smg4 oc, TSB! a yellow, white, blue, burger-loving, cartoon individual with a propeller hat who's beloved for his silly personality. stick around and attempt to uncover the mysterious lore hidden within this animated maniac! if you want to know more, check out his tags, comics, and spotify playlist !!

↳ #tsb , #tsb askbox , #tsb theories , #tsari , #tsb memes ↳ official tsb reference sheet !!

↳ comic tsb: strange, unpredictable, dangerous! ↳ comic tsb: smg4, why don't you trust tsb with tari? ↳ comic tsb: outfit change w/ mr. puzzles! ↳ fanfic tsb: happy birthday, bluejay [2k] ↳ comic tsb: painting tutorial! ↳ NEW !! fanfic tsb: memories part one ↳ NEW !! comic tsb: memories part two

💛 thank you for stopping by, and hope you have a wonderful visit !!

[noodlecupcakes]

Finally posting my beautiful commission from @redreart featuring my Saw Franchise OC, Alex Howe and Mark Hoffman. I cant thank her enough for doing this for me, and as always she nails each and every piece. I love how she's captured the love/hate vibes of Alex and Mark as well as the gorgeous red lighting.

I wanna post a lil snippet to go with the art as well and wanna thank @3llisarts for helping me workshop the scene. You've been around for me since I first made Alex in October 2023, listening to all my ideas, helping me with face claims and head canons. So big big big thank you to you, my beloved.

The mechanic straddled Mark lap, pressing the blade to his throat with a smug smirk. It would be so easy to slit his throat and be done with it. But Mark didnt deserve a quick and easy death, not after Alex had found the letter he'd written to Amanda. Amanda might not have died at his hand specifically but he still had her blood on them as far as Alex was concerned. And she would make the detective pay. But Alex wanted to play the long game with him. Mark didnt need to know that yet however. Not until it was far too late. "With me out of the way, there'd be nobody else to stop you from completely taking up Johns mantle. Nobody to stop you from doing what you wanted, you'd have complete control. Because that's what you crave most isn't it, Detective? Control," Alex practically purred. Mark's blue eyes narrowed, Alex was right as much as he hated to admit it. He didnt dare move a muscle as the cold metal remained pressed against his throat. If he said the wrong thing, he knew Alex would cut him and end his life in his apartment. "You got me. So now what's your move, Alex?" Mark asked. "So, now it seems we're at a little impasse. I really should kill you for what you did and you want me out of the way. But...you need me whether you care to admit it or not, you need me for the traps because you don't have the same knowledge that I do," Alex replied, a smug edge to her tone.

[encanto-extended-edition]

✨️Bienvenido, everyone! Thank you all for your patience with this event, we are so excited to share this with you! ✨️

To start, we are your lovely hosts for the Encanto OC Appreciation Event:

Amanda @overly-dramatic-artist & Pena @dororoxpenana!

You may recognize us in the Encanto OC community already with our OCs Angela Morales Estrada (Amanda) and María Madrigal (Pena), but you’ll find out more about them during the event! 💖

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🌟 Week Three (October 15-21) : Extras and Add-Ons. Have an AU? Or two? Or ten? All you full of bits of information and side stories? Share it all! This week is for you to share anything and everything you want. Any sort of obscure alternate timeline, a detailed overview of their sense of fashion, pieces of trivia like their favorite food or weather, what their handwriting looks like, comics you’ve been wanting to share. Anything and everything is game!

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You are more than welcome to use older material for this event, especially for the first three weeks, but we just ask that you make a new post with this blog tagged so we know to reblog it! New creations are greatly encouraged, but we understand that making art and writing is time consuming 💖 You can also make multiple posts for each week if you have a lot to share, don’t feel pressured to cram everything into one post!

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[cssiop]

STAIN… jude bellingham

the stain on orisa's dress seems to have caught jude's attention, or is it her?

jude bellingham x fem!oc word count: 5.1k

(you know when you’re supposed to write an imagine of 2k words but get carried away and end up with 5k? this is it, this is the one)

THE FLAMES FLICKERED BRIGHTLY in the dancing eyes of the queen of the evening. amanda smiled until her cheeks ached, until she couldn't feel any part of her skin that wasn't cracked as the unmelodious sounds of the table echoed and chorused to wish her a happy birthday. her wavy blonde locks fell to her bare shoulders in bewildering perfection and the candlelight reflected in her oceanic eyes.

her best friend, orisa, who was the complete opposite of her, physically or mentally, was already not listening much. in fact, she never really listened. lost in a distant world, the one she had built, orisa often found refuge there when the real world became too much for her frail shoulders.

an imaginary point right in front of her had become a source of comfort for her vision and orisa could finally hear nothing. the 'happy birthdays' had stopped, the applause had evaporated into thin air, and the sound of the torn wrapping paper didn't even reach her anymore. everything was perfectly silent, just as she wanted it to be, but this didn’t mean that orisa was losing track of what was going on in her surroundings. her eyes now wandering around her, the young woman could dexterously see everything; the birthday cake being cut, the glass of water that amanda had just poured for herself, her boyfriend's hand (gio reyna) wrapped around her waist, and jude not far away.

especially jude.

the shirt he was wearing made him look even better tonight, and orisa could see it too. across from her, a few chairs away, the young woman let her gaze linger on him for a few seconds. there was no risk of being caught while she was ogling him, because never in two years had he really paid attention to her. orisa couldn't blame him, surely most of the women around this table professed more beauty than she would ever have access to, not even with her fingertips. amanda being the perfect example.

her pupils quickly caught her best friend's blonde hair slowly beginning to touch her bare shoulder, a simple dress on her body for the occasion. the conclusion that amanda was leaning in to whisper a question came just as quickly when sounds snapped orisa out of her slumber, "do you want a piece of cake baby?"

her eyelids fluttered for a second before orisa simply nodded, still too much in her own world for her to speak. wordlessly, she then handed her immaculate white plate to her best friend who took the opportunity to serve her one of the larger pieces of cake, knowing full well that orisa was particularly fond of the flavour. the thoughtful gesture of her best friend made her smile, but the young woman quickly returned to her thoughts, food now in tow.

the only problem was that staring into space while trying to bring a spoon to your mouth properly was proving to be difficult to do. so the piece on the cutlery soon found its way to orisa's dress. on her lower belly, the satin pink fabric no longer looked good with the stain that now marred it. a small disappointed sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she contemplated her stupidity with sadness.

in a human reflex, she finally raised her head and her gaze at the same time to make sure that no one had had the chance to see this unfortunate accident happen. looking around the table, she thought she had slipped through the cracks as everyone seemed too engrossed in her conversation, but a familiar smirk cut her short, for it did not belong to just anyone. jude was smiling, mockingly no doubt, and orisa felt her face flush as quickly as her dress had become stained.

of the fifty or so people in the room, it had to be him who had seen the scene.

in apparent panic, orisa offered him a pinched smile, reflecting the embarrassment that was crossing her body at the same time as it appeared on her face. jude's mocking expression changed to a more benevolent one, his features softening gently to let her know that it was nothing. he then looked away to gregor kobel who seemed to have something very important to tell him by the insistence he put on squeezing his shoulder with his hand.

with the visual exchange broken, orisa regained some of the confidence she had lost after her interaction with the boy. wedging the piece of cake between her thumb and forefinger on her dress to eat it, she really didn't expect to find jude's dark, piercing gaze on her again. deciding not to let embarrassment control her emotions for once, she placed her finger on her lips vertically, whispering a small shh to signal him to keep what he had seen a secret.

surprisingly, the girl's gesture seemed to trigger hilarity in the footballer who let out a small laugh and shook his head continuously while maintaining eye contact with her. immediately, the young woman's lips stretched in a pretty way as she did her best to hold jude's gaze —who was intimidating her greatly. unfortunately, a small exclamation of amazement from amanda forced orisa to avert her eyes from her horrified expression.

"what happened to your dress? nooo," in a familiar dramatization to amanda, the young woman brought her hand to her mouth while observing the stain with an apparent pout on her face. "we have to clean it up, come on," without giving her any more choice, the blonde clasped orisa's hand in hers before dragging her to the nearest bathroom.

in a hurry, she tried to find jude's gaze again by turning to him one last time but she was already too far from the table and the bodies forming a shapeless mass covered her eyes from catching a glimpse.

the water was running as orisa clung to the sink as much as she could to make amanda's job —who was frantically scrubbing the stain off her dress— easier. inaudible sounds were coming from her best friend's mouth as she rambled on about how much she was enjoying this birthday dinner, but orisa, as usual, was not listening. the pretty brown eyes of jude were too inscribed in her memory, so she listened even less. except when his name rang in her ear and the young woman almost automatically raised her head towards amanda, now very interested.

"i saw you guys look at each other earlier," the girl said suggestively and orisa rolled her eyes; amanda tended to extrapolate every little sign or gesture she observed, often too much. raising an eyebrow, the brunette questioned the blonde on what she was getting at and the latter continued, "like, really look at each other."

orisa shrugged with a nonchalance she knew only too well, "he saw me stain my dress, that's all."

now pulling the young woman toward the dryer in the restaurant's bathroom, amanda tried her best to dry the wet area of her dress, replying, "you should go and talk to him," her suggestion made orisa laugh —her best friend often forgot that not everyone was her.

"and what would i say?" the brunette was not shy, not at all. if someone came to talk to her, she would gladly entertain the conversation, but she would never engage for the simple reason that people got on her nerves most of the time. orisa was forced to believe that when one was alone, one was fine and that nothing and no one could disturb that inner peace.

"hey sexy man, i've been in love with you for two years now, kiss me," amanda flickered her eyes with exaggeration, making orisa's face wince violently as she watched the vision of horror unfold before her eyes; mouth agape and fake innocence from her best friend.

"right," laughed orisa, but seeing that the blonde continued to tug at her face in an ugly seductive expression, she ordered her in unspeakable disgust, "stop that now. it creeps me out."

"fine," amanda relaxed her entire face and went back to drying her best friend's dress, "but you have to do something, please. i'm sure he's interested as well!" she exclaimed and orisa huffed, still undecided.

"if he was interested, he would've tried something surely," the brunette declared as she stared at the wet part on the fabric of her garment that was starting to dry.

"that's not true. look at you! have you tried something with him? no. yet, you're interested," turning her gaze on orisa, amanda gave her an accusing look that made the young woman smile, "and you can be really intimidating girl, you know that?" orisa raised an eyebrow, not believing a word of it, "that's what gio told me a little after we started dating. he said he was intimidated by you because you seemed really self-assured and cool," the blonde laughed, thinking back to the memory.

a pout came over orisa's face; she wasn't sure if being intimidating was a quality, especially if it repelled people. considering her friend's proposal further, the pretty brunette finally breathed out in defeat, "ok fine. i'll go see him."

clapping her hands in deliberate excitement, amanda finished drying her friend's dress and exclaimed, "ok look at the trick," the blonde stood at the other end of the room before starting to walk seductively towards orisa, extending her legs towards her in a confident manner. then, finally, at her side, she exaggeratedly bumped into the brunette's shoulder and started to smile. with a falsely stunned look on her face and a hand in front of her mouth in the shape of an 'o', amanda apologized, "oh my-i'm so sorry jude, i didn't see you. did i hurt you?" she put her hand on the girl's shoulder, a concerned look on her face, and orisa started to giggle.

"is that how you seduced gio?" with a mocking look, orisa waited for amanda's answer, which soon came.

"of course!" the latter answered confidently, making her blond hair fly behind her back, finally heading towards the exit theatrically, "men are weak, come on!" opening the door of the toilets wide, she signalled with a wave of her hand to orisa that it was her turn to go in.

with her feet back on the dark parquet floor of the restaurant, the brunette noticed that everyone had stood up, ready to leave the place to return to amanda and gio's, where the evening would end later in the night. she scanned all the people but unfortunately could not find jude with her eyes.

with a small, disappointed sigh, she walked over to the chair where she had left her coat and tucked it between her two arms, not wanting to put it on until going outside to amanda's car. without her best friend —who had gone to say goodbye to some friends— or anyone to distract her, orisa quickly fell back into her thoughts and no longer paid attention to her surroundings. only, when a male voice rose in the air and a sweet perfume that the german girl recognised well reached her nose, she found herself forced to look away from the source of the noise.

"you know, you can take your arms off. i've seen the stain before," it was jude who spoke his words with a laugh, a smile on his lips that would make more than one fall under his spell.

with a sneer stretching the corner of her mouth, orisa let one of her eyebrows rise before a giggle escaped her throat at the boy's comment. uncovering her stomach with her arms, she let the stain uncovered for jude's eyes and he smiled wider.

"it’s actually not that bad," he said, looking more closely at the fabric.

orisa's fingers trailed over the still wet spot in a small pout, "i'm kinda sad. it's one of my favourite dresses." jude nodded his head in agreement, indicating that he too thought this dress was very pretty, or maybe it was her.

there was a moment of hesitation when orisa felt jude’s gaze wander over her entire body discreetly, yet obvious enough for the young woman who felt her skin heat up under his burning eyes. it wasn't even intentional on the boy's part, to analyze her this way, to undress her with his gaze, to not be able to stop himself, but she was far too beautiful to be real.

her caramel skin glowed under the yellow lights of the restaurant and he wondered how soft it would be if he had the chance to touch it, to brush it with his fingertips, and her eyes covered with long curled lashes that flickered gently towards him could make him swear that the glint in her pupils would be enough to make him forget his name.

orisa parted her lips in a confused, almost stunned expression; no one had ever looked at her like that. an emotion unfamiliar to the girl lurked behind the boy's big, chocolate eyes; desire, envy. never had a boy made it so clear to orisa how beautiful he found her with a look, a simple look. no words or sounds had been necessary for the footballer who possessed just that look, the one that was fatal to anyone.

turning his two irises into the brunette's which were gleaming nicely, the boy lost himself for a few seconds as he opened his mouth, ready to speak, but it was amanda’s voice announcing to everyone that it was time to leave that took over.

they came out of the torpor in which they had immersed themselves for a few seconds that had seemed like hours, sharing chuckles harmonising in perfect synchronicity. two embarrassed smiles, based on lower lips stuck between their teeth, took half of their respective faces.

"should we go?" with a thumb pointed behind him to the door not far from them, orisa approved his words while putting on her coat.

their path to the exit was full of a tension-filled silence that still hadn't faded since their carnal eye contact a few minutes earlier. jude's shoulder occasionally brushed against the woman's with a disconcerting lightness. it was neither too much nor too little. in a perfect balance, the boy seemed to know perfectly well what to do in order to get a reaction from orisa's body, which blushed repeatedly as soon as she found herself perhaps too close to him.

to finish her off, he took two or three steps ahead of her to make sure he managed to open the door wide, before inviting her like a perfect gentleman to pass through. with a soft laugh that delighted jude's ear to perfection, she thanked him.

"so...are you going to amanda's after party?" orisa asked innocently, waddling to her feet to forget the cold that was freezing her to the bone, now standing on the pavement adjacent to the restaurant. in reality, she knew very well that he was coming since amanda had made her guest list with her, but she had to make conversation while waiting to see her best friend's blonde hair.

with a simple nod, he answered her question without returning it, preferring to ask her another, more pertinent one, "how are you getting there?"

"um..." orisa swept her gaze along the pavement to her left, finally noticing her best friend's white car right next to them. amanda was currently getting into it, gio taking control of the steering wheel beside her. when the girl's blue eyes met orisa's green ones, she gave her a smile filled with innuendo, seeing her so close to jude.

with her index finger finally pointed at the young woman, the brunette continued, "probably aman-" but her friend's exaggerated gestures in the car made her stop dead in her tracks. with crosses made of both arms, thumbs down and fingers waving from right to left, orisa finally understood perfectly the message her best friend was trying to convey. as did jude, who wore a nice mocking smirk on his lips when the young woman turned back towards him.

"probably you?" orisa finally dared to ask the player with a grimace, her cheeks on fire from the moment of embarrassment she had just experienced because of (or thanks to) amanda. a soft laugh found its way to jude's lips and orisa was speechless for a few moments, intensifying the grip of her arms under her chest. how did such a banal sound turn into a tireless melody in the boy's mouth?

"probably me, yeah," he was still looking at her with that same happy look on his face before inviting her with a nod to follow him to his car, "i parked a little far away, sorry. i know it's cold," jude continued, letting his gaze trail over the bare legs of the girl beside him.

"it’s fine," orisa replied, flashing him a reassuring smile. in fact, the walk could last all evening and she'd still be delighted to spend time with him. "sorry about her," a small grimace pulled at the young woman's facial expression as she thought back to her best friend and her behaviour; if jude didn't know before tonight that orisa was interested in him, he definitely knew now.

denying her words with his head, the player didn't let go of his smile, "don't worry. i love amanda."

"as you should. everybody loves amanda," orisa replied with all the seriousness in the world written in her facial features. her best friend would forever be the best person she had met since she was born. she couldn't understand if anyone found a dislike for her.

a hmm from the boy confirmed the girl's words but in reality, on the tip of his tongue, jude had a simple, infernal urge to tell her that no matter how amazing amanda was, he only had eyes for her, all of her.

finally opening the passenger door of the car for her, orisa thanked him kindly before taking a seat. her dress was pulled up slightly over her thighs and in an absolutely voluntary way, she decided not to change anything about it; more uncovered skin would perhaps serve to charm the young man more.

and as he sat down beside her, she felt his gaze trail furtively over her skin and the fabric that no longer really covered it. a smile took possession of her mouth as he finally started to drive towards the house of their respective best friends.

to fill the silence that had settled, jude bit his lower lip before finally beginning to speak, "so, how's uni? gio told me you were thinking about doing a semester abroad?" regardless of his wishes, the boy had just revealed to the young woman that he was asking his teammate about her, and the thought delighted her.

"uh yeah. i might go to spain but it's nothing that i'm sure of yet," shrugging, she sent him a small smile which he returned before refocusing his gaze on the road ahead.

with the car closed in a new silence and nothing to distract her, orisa felt much more the pain that paralyzed her feet, stuck in heels surely much too high for her. the decision to lean towards them to remove them was then made rather quickly but her dress decorated with a nice cleavage quickly called her to order and she held the fabric by her free hand, the other too busy handling with difficulty the buckle of her heels in the hope of finally being freed.

the red light coming from the traffic light on the side of the car illuminated the two young adults in it and jude had to admit that he took advantage of it to slip a few furtive glances towards orisa, observing her every move. the dress that slipped and went up more on the top of her thighs developed with rapidity the boy's imagination which reached its peak when, the young woman feeling his look on her, abandoned a little her grip on her cleavage to reveal more of her chest. the saliva passed with difficulty through the trachea of the footballer who tried not to seem too insistent in his gaze on her beauty and sublime body.

wanting to play with him more, when she had finished removing her second shoe, her fingers came to caress skillfully along her leg as she straightened in her seat. acting as if she couldn't see him watching her up and down, orisa twirled her brown curls over one shoulder, her neck now exposed for the boy's brown eyes to see, which instantly went to the cleared patch of skin, swallowing hard.

tons of scenarios ran through his mind about what he could do to her if she gave him the chance. he thought of all the kisses he could trace in a line down her neck, of how he could slide that dress off her body and feel her burning skin against his if she would let him. and when orisa finally turned her smiling face towards him, her fleshy mouth finished him off. the curve of her cupid's bow left no room for doubt as to how perfectly her lips would magnetize to his in perfect synchronicity.

jude had never wanted anyone as much as he did at that moment and his body was on fire. the burning in his belly was roaring and new flames were feeding it every second. he was even beginning to believe that nothing could ever put it out, not even a whole river.

but Jude was wrong, and it wasn't water that put an end to the fire in his body, but two fingers snapping in front of his face and a blinding green light on his drawn facial features. a melodious laugh from orisa finally woke him up from his state and he watched the mocking smile on her lips in incomprehension.

"it’s green," she finally declared, pointing to the traffic light that was just waiting for jude to start up again and turn red once more. she watched his confused face morph into a more serene expression as he stammered incomprehensible murmurs that surely sounded like apologies, finally stepping on the accelerator as a horn behind him triggered another laugh from orisa.

men really were weak.

in palpable uncertainty, he continued to give her sweet looks every five seconds as the beautiful german girl held back a mocking smile on her lips. letting out a small sigh, jude finally found the courage to admit his thoughts to her, "you look absolutely stunning tonight, orisa," the young woman's name sounded divine in the boy's mouth and she couldn't hold back the growing smile on her lips.

so weak.

after a thank you and heart-shaped eyes, the young woman questioned him, wanting to know more about the background of the boy's thoughts, "why didn't you ever tell me that before? i mean, why didn't you ever try anything?" she honestly didn't know where this sudden burst of courage came from but she didn't complain, seeing how her words seemed to throw the boy off balance.

"would you have liked me to try something?" he replied, unsure of himself and the impact of his words, but when a smile curved her lips, he relaxed a little. nodding, she confirmed his words with an honesty that stunned the boy —in a good way.

a clearing of his throat and he was able to put his thoughts into words, "well...i feel like i've tried, but," he took a deep breath, "you weren't really receptive so i thought you weren't interested," he finally admitted, the inside of his cheek tingling and the skin of his palms sweating, the frown on her face and the confused expression of the young woman didn't help matters.

"when?" was her simple question as she couldn't remember a move from the boy. yes, there had been glances, smiles, exchanges of conversation, surely a mutual attraction, but never anything more. for two years, jude and orisa had decided to leave their feelings in abeyance, both unsure if what they seemed to be feeling was reciprocated.

"uhm, i don't know. i didn't try as in like trying but...i invited you to several games in the hope to talk a little bit with you but, you only came to one and didn't really speak to me. also on my birthday, i thought...i don't know," he breathed heavily, shrugging his shoulders, not daring to look her in the eyes as he was so intimidated by her gaze, "i thought we would have a chance to talk but same. so, i didn't know if it was the universe or you that was trying to tell me that you weren't interested," he ended up giving her a furtive little look with a shy smile on his lips.

orisa huffed as she thought back to the memory and disappointment she'd felt that night when their conversation had amounted to a simple greeting before one of his teammates took him away from the young woman, leaving her frustrated with what the night could have been.

"i'm sorry. i get caught up a lot with uni and when i go out i'm just really tired and just...in my thoughts. so, it may have seemed like i wasn't interested but really i am. on your birthday i was so disappointed when we didn't get more time to talk 'cause...i wished we could talk all the time really," she returned a shy smile and hopeful eyes after her monologue and the little dimples that appeared on her face drove jude crazy and he swore he was going to throw himself on her lips.

containing his impulse, he simply widened his smile as he decelerated, finally arriving at their destination. then, with his body turned towards her, he confessed that he too would love to have more time to talk with her.

this is indeed what they set out to do once they were inside. the evening was in full swing, and jude and orisa had found a perfect spot on a sofa, out of sight. initially somewhat shy, whether in their body language or verbal, they had ended up being very comfortable with each other. so comfortable that the space between their bodies was a mirage with jude now letting his arm rest on orisa's shoulders. when the girl laughed a little too loudly at one of the boy's jokes, her fingers would trail over his chest innocently, her other hand too busy feeling jude's muscular thigh under her touch.

they talked until they had no saliva left, stared at each other until they were blind, shivered under each other's touch until they were cold, and then talked some more. orisa listened to him rant about the glass someone had just broken next to them, complaining in displeasure because it could be dangerous, and using it as an excuse to pull the woman closer to him. 'to make sure you’re safe' he had whispered into her ear as the girl laughed and felt a flurry of butterflies in her lower belly erupt.

later on, when he began to caress her shoulder with his thumb, unable to believe that the young woman's skin could be so soft, orisa swore that the butterflies would never leave again. especially when he started to lean dangerously towards her face with an adorable smile on his lips. like two idiots, they looked deeply into each other's eyes without either of them finding the courage to take the first step and maybe, for once, try something.

luckily orisa had a best friend, the best of all, amanda. the young woman alerted the two young adults with a little 'hey' and caught their attention, finally being able to tell them it was time to do something. sticking her two hands together, twisting her mouth into a kiss or intertwining her fingers together under the exasperation of gio who dragged her away, declaring to leave them alone, the message had been sent.

as amanda was trailed out of their sight by her boyfriend, jude and orisa burst out laughing in each other's arms. the laughing atmosphere that hovered above soon turned into a more serious one, however, when jude moistened his lips and began to stare at the young woman's with insistence. in a soft whisper, filled with desire for her, he asked her softly, bringing his face closer to hers, "maybe we should give amanda what she wants?

his proposal sounded so innocent and yet orisa's heart began to beat so fast that it forgot a few beats in the process. intoxicated by the boy's scent and his perfect face that came even closer, his warm breath hitting her skin finally made her doubt go away and letting her fingers wrap around his neck, their noses now brushed against each other. she rubbed them gently together with a panting breath and growing impatient, jude let out a grunt of displeasure before finally crashing his lips onto the girl's breathless ones.

placing her second hand on the back of his neck, she deepened it, unable to think straight about what was happening to her. she became very aware of jude's hands on her body pressing insistently on her skin, her waist, her cheek, and her hips. She became very aware too of their teeth clashing together, their breaths intermingling and the way his mouth melted perfectly over hers. orisa felt like he was everywhere and her skin was definitely burning for him.

despite her being right up against his chest, jude wanted more, always more. a strange feeling that it wasn't enough was building in his belly alongside the butterflies so he took the matter in his hands and grabbing her waist, invited her closer, again. orisa's body and her dress embellished with a stain he'd seen being made became one with his and jude couldn't be a happier man.

the boy's firm grip around her waist as it moved down to her hips was driving orisa crazy, and she’ll probably not even get three words out after she’ll peel herself away from jude. this was confirmed when, breathless and with their foreheads kissing each other, she could only smile in a euphoric giggle, which he quickly returned. a few seconds later, like an avid need, he invited her back into another kiss even more passionate than the first —as if that was possible.

orisa, who was far too often in her own world, had to admit that she was beginning to really enjoy the one that jude was offering her through his kiss, the one they were beginning to build together.

surely, she could get used to it quickly, to him and his warm lips against hers.

[beaniebea]

I have, like, 20 different fandoms plus ocs that I wanna make art for, but my attention keeps getting split between all of them. Solution? I'mma make one piece of art for one fandom each day, and that way I'll be getting ideas off my mind while also satisfying brain rot.

Alright, day one is Amanda the Adventurer because it's the latest one hogging my braincells.

Based off of these screencaps:

Probably do lackadaisy or epic mickey next. kay bye .3.

!DO NOT REPOST!

[alj4890]

Repeat Performance

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries drabble.

With the quote: "Thank god I have no idea what you're talking about." He took a sip of his wine. "When you start making sense I am going to panic."

@hopelessromantic1352 came across this quote a while back and we both thought it screamed our favorite director. Sorry this request took so long to answer my sweet friend 🤗

Masterlist

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Golden Globes After-party...

"What can I get for you?" A bartender asked.

Thomas eyed the selection of bottles behind the woman. Not seeing his favorite brand of scotch available, he decided to have a glass of wine.

"Cabernet Sauvignon." He responded.

With glass in hand, he turned around to observe the crowd of the rich and famous, mingling around the pool at the Beverly Hilton. He saw many of the usual faces he'd come to know through his years as director. He saw all the usual actions of flirting, rivalry, friendship, and those finagling to secure the next award winning hit.

Normally, he'd make an appearance at one of these events, then discreetly slip away for a quiet evening at home. This night's event though had something that made him want to stay, or more specifically, someone.

That specific someone was one he had not set eyes on, at least in person, in over a year.

Thomas had nearly faltered when he stepped on stage to present the award for best director and saw her in the audience. Since he'd won the award the year before for The Last Duchess, he was unable to get out of coming to this year's event. After his film swept the award's circuit, Thomas had lost all inspiration for another project.

He'd also become somewhat of a recluse once he left the country he'd filmed in.

Cordonia was a great many things. It had a vast array of landscapes that could be beautifully captured on film, along with a wealth of mansions and castles perfect for period pieces. The permits and such were a studio's dream in how easy and cheaply they were to obtain. The people were welcoming and eager to cultivate the relationship between Hollywood and their country.

It also was the home of the woman he'd had a three month fling.

Had it been a fling?

Thomas grimaced as he thought back. The moment he met Lady Amanda, Duchess of St Orella, he'd been instantly smitten. He decided not only to begin a relationship with her within minutes of meeting, but to also tell her from the beginning that it would only last until he finished filming in Cordonia.

After all, it was nearly impossible to maintain a long distance relationship, much less one spanning different continents. He was usually so busy in both filming and teaching and with her diplomatic schedule, court duties, and maintaining her various estates; finding time for each other would be nearly impossible.

And being a long term bachelor set in his ways, Thomas didn't believe that he would want to put forth the effort to have something lasting.

Or so he'd originally believed...

Amanda's agreement and understanding made it perfect. Neither expected anything other than what they were given in those moments. Nothing was planned beyond what they might like for dinner or which movie to watch. No expectations. No worries. No heartfelt discussions.

Nothing.

Nothing at all for Thomas to concern himself.

And yet...

He fell in love.

It was ridiculous. Here he was, a man who knew his own mind, how his bachelor life should go...and he fell in love with a young woman who was completely wrong for him.

No. Not wrong. Inconvenient.

She fit him perfectly. She listened to his concerns with his film, gave intelligent suggestions, and lavished him with the affection he craved from her. Her quiet disposition meshed with his own.

She was somehow the woman he'd been searching for his entire life.

But...

He kept such thoughts to himself. After all, he'd been the one to set the parameters of their relationship from the beginning. He couldn't very well turn around and demand that she remain his. He was leaving her country. She was leaving shortly thereafter for a tour of Cordonia's allies that would possibly take months to complete.

A real relationship was impossible.

So, he left her. No promises given to keep in touch. Nothing more than a friendly goodbye and a final kiss was exchanged.

He tried to keep busy. He succeeded for a while with editing his film. He traveled with friends. He even sat down to begin work once more, only to find that all inspiration had mysteriously disappeared.

For the first time, Thomas didn't have a plan. He wasn't certain if he would ever make another film. He honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

He also realized that he was lonely.

He found himself doing searches of Amanda to see what she was doing, where she was, whom she might be seeing. His depression grew to see various men escorting her to dinners and events. Her warm smile directed on one of her many escorts cut to the quick. Thomas knew he could have easily been the one receiving such attention.

If only he'd said something...

It didn't matter. What was done was done.

He forced himself to stop thinking about her. He quit conducting the many late night searches. He even avoided international news stories just in case her name was said or her image appeared. In short, he tried to move on.

He was absolutely miserable.

To be dragged away from his home for the award's ceremony took something he couldn't ignore. Many of his friends had taken part in the movies that were nominated for best picture and best actor or actress. He couldn't let them down by refusing to attend. Plus, he would take great pleasure in seeing their hard work be recognized for the great films and acting that were presented.

He should have remembered that The Royal Romance would most likely have its author, Lord Maxwell Beaumont attending. Ryan Summers was up for best actor and Tommy Phelps was nominated for best director. Their table was nearly overflowing with the talent that took part in bringing King Liam's love story to life.

If Maxwell was there, then he would bring the one woman Thomas both wanted to see again and dreaded to at the same time.

Seeing Amanda sitting there beside Maxwell almost made Thomas trip during his walk across the stage. It took all the willpower he had to focus on reading the names of those nominated. His attention darted towards her when Tommy's name was announced as the winner.

Amanda's delight over the win brought a reluctant smile to Thomas's face. He watched her laugh as Maxwell jumped out of his seat to engulf Tommy in a hug. The rest of the table beamed at yet another win for their film.

And then, Thomas stood aside while the director gave his thank you speech. Standing in the shadows, he was able to study the young woman who still had the ability to make his heart race. As if feeling his attention upon her, her eyes flickered over to him. Her happy smile turned tender as she met his steady gaze.

He returned it, wishing he could bridge the gulf between them. He'd give anything, to find a way to speak to her alone.

The music starting pulled him away from such thoughts. He followed the winner off the stage and faced the horde of the press along with other famous people stopping him here and there for a conversation. He wasn't given a moment to try and steal his duchess away.

What would he say to her? He couldn't go to her and hope she'd forgotten the year or so they'd been apart. Could he ask her for another chance?

Shouldn't he try, at least for his own sanity?

It didn't matter. By the time he made it back into the main room, people were already leaving. He saw that Maxwell and Amanda had already left along with Ryan. The others were gathering their things together.

Seth and Jessica were lingering behind with Chris Winters and his wife Shannon.

"There you are!" Jessica exclaimed. "Ryan insisted we make certain you come to the after-party."

Given what he knew about Maxwell Beaumont, he didn't doubt for a second that the fun loving noble would make certain to be there and that he would force Amanda to attend as well.

"Where is it being held?" Thomas asked.

"The Beverly Hilton." Chris responded. "Worked out great for Maxwell. He's staying there."

"I see." Thomas became even more hopeful for a chance encounter.

***************

The Beverly Hilton...

Music drifted through the night air. The crowded ballroom of The Beverly Hilton opened out to the pool area, allowing those who didn't wish to dance a chance to mingle in the cool night air. Intimate seating arrangements were set here and there both around the pool and across the hard, clear pool cover. Fire pits were lit for the ladies wearing gowns that did little to keep them warm. Three fully stocked bars were also set up outside along with buffets of various appetizers.

Thomas escaped outside the moment he encountered the crush of people inside. The loud base from the deejay's music choices mingled with shouts of various conversations from those celebrating. He didn't bother to search the dark room with its flashing lights for the woman he hoped to bump into. It was foolish of him to think he would be able to find her in such a madhouse.

With a glass in hand, he turned his attention to those few who had also escaped.

"Found what you're looking for?" Ryan asked from behind him.

Thomas nearly choked on his sip of wine.

"What?" He asked.

"You look like a man who is desperately searching for a lost treasure." Ryan teased.

A slight smirk formed on his handsome face.

"Shall I help you find said treasure?"

"Thank god I have no idea what you're talking about." Thomas took a sip of his wine. "When you start making sense, I am going to panic."

Ryan chuckled. "Fine, but you do look like you're looking for something."

"I assure you I'm not." Thomas grumbled. "I was merely taking in the party." He patted Ryan on the back. "Congratulations, by the way. Your performance in The Royal Romance deserved to be recognized."

"Thank you." Ryan clinked his glass against Thomas's.

The two fell into a companionable silence.

Thomas coughed. "So...is everyone here celebrating all the wins for The Royal Romance?"

"I think so." Ryan gestured with his glass. "Phelps is over there talking to Rami and Nolan. They're both too polite to walk away while he's gushing about his directorial talents."

He then motioned towards the ballroom. "Seth, Chris, Jess, and Shannon were doing some kind of dance off with Maxwell earlier." He nudged Thomas with a grin. "Probably passed out from exhaustion. That man can dance for hours without breaking a sweat."

Thomas nodded. He was hearing about everyone except the only one he truly cared about.

"And as for your lost treasure," Ryan turned a shocked Thomas towards the right, "she came outside about ten minutes ago."

Thomas could only stare at Amanda. She was sitting off by herself near an abandoned fire pit. The flames lit up her face revealing an expression of deep thought. Her attention was directed on the fire as she sat with her head propped up on her hand.

"How did you know?"

Ryan patted his back in commiseration. "I think after all our years of friendship I deserve some credit for knowing you."

Thomas grimaced. "True."

"Go talk to her. Perhaps she has the ability to pull you out of this slump." Ryan gave him a friendly shove forward. "It can't hurt."

"It most definitely can hurt." Thomas argued. "I'm the one who denied us a future from the beginning." He took a deep breath and slowly released it. "Amanda has every right to treat me with disinterest and disdain."

"She's never appeared to be the type of person to hold a grudge." Ryan argued. "In fact, she complimented you whenever your name came up in conversation."

Thomas whirled around, sloshing half his wine in the process. "What did she say?"

"Just what a talented director you are. Your vision for stories is unparalleled." Ryan ticked off on his fingers. "How you see past things and get to the heart of the matter. How your passion in life is reflected in every scene you shoot."

He shrugged. "The typical compliments someone gives when they're a fan."

Thomas felt his face flush. It wasn't like he hadn't heard similar compliments before. Hearing them come from Amanda though meant more, so much more, than anyone else's.

"If you don't go talk to her, I will." Ryan told him. "After all, I have played the man who is best friends with her. It is my duty to make certain she isn't left alone to fend for herself amongst these wolves of Holly-"

Thomas handed him his glass and quickly walked towards Amanda.

*************

Where is he?

Amanda searched in vain for Thomas the moment she entered the party. She knew he wouldn't be out on the dance floor, yet couldn't easily escape Maxwell. She adored her best friend, but good heavens he could be tenacious at the worst possible times.

She knew there were no feelings or anything Thomas might feel for her, which was why she desperately needed to see him. She needed to see, in person, just how foolish she was to love a man who harboured nothing but a simple fondness for their fling.

She'd spent months longing for him. She picked up the phone, preparing to call and confess her feelings, only to throw it across the room so temptation wouldn't get the better of her. Foolish didn't even begin to scratch the surface of how she felt about herself. How had she fallen so deeply in love with a man who wanted no part of her heart?

She tried to move on. The various men she went to formal court events and such were pleasant, kind, some even highly interesting. Yet, they couldn't possibly begin to touch a heart that recognized another as its owner. The kisses she endured did nothing to stir her desire. The fleeting brush of their hands left her cold.

No one had any effect, but the mere thought of Thomas could make her feel everything.

Seeing him step out on stage tonight had made all her senses light up with recognition. It was as if she was coming back to life after a year of being dormant. Hearing his deep voice once more while her gaze greedily took in his handsome form set her heart racing. Her imagination began to think of what might happen if she could get him alone.

And then, he returned her smile. It was sheer heaven to have his attention solely upon her even if it was for a few seconds. A warm flush infused her body.

I have to speak to him, she thought in that moment. Maybe we could have dinner one night before I leave. Maybe make it a date. Maybe end up back at my hotel and we...

When he left the stage, she dropped her head in her hands.

Maybe I'm a masochist who forgot why she came on this trip!

Amanda sighed as she slipped her shoes off and tucked her feet under her skirt. Having finally found a quiet nook at this after party, she was debating on whether or not to leave it.

Thomas hated parties and told her he usually made an appearance and left before getting dragged into too many conversations.

Why stay here when he's probably already come and gone?

"Mind if I sit down?"

Amanda whipped around so fast towards the voice that she adored that she half slid off her chair.

Thomas reached out to steady her.

Once she was back sitting upright, he sat down beside her.

Amanda hoped he thought her face was red because of the flames and not over her embarrassing herself with her clumsiness once again.

They sat there completely at a loss for words.

"May I get you a drink?" Thomas asked.

He cursed himself for not thinking of any other way to break the ice.

"Yes, please." Amanda grasped on that mundane question like a lifeline. "Anything will do."

Thomas waved a waiter down and gave their order. He then searched for a topic of conversation that could lead towards admitting his feelings.

"Hello." She said.

Her smile was once again tender as she looked at him.

"Forgive me for not greeting you properly when you first came over."

Thomas found himself relaxing. "Hello again."

He allowed his attention to take her in. The low cut of her off the shoulder gown teased his senses. She was still just as lovely if not more so as she was when they were together.

"It's good to see you again." She said.

"It's been too long." He added.

She inwardly grimaced. Amanda wished she could just blurt out what she needed to say to him. Her fear of his rejection made her continue in this pointless small talk.

Thomas clasped his hands and leaned forward. He believed it was now or never to finally tell her all the things he wished he had when he had the chance.

"Amanda, I should tell you that I--"

A small group of party goers came over to sit in the empty chairs near them.

Their laughter and talking left little chance to have a private heartfelt conversation.

He narrowed his eyes on the group when they recognized him. They began to pitch a few ideas they had for his next picture. His irritation grew that they were interrupting his first chance to speak to the woman beside him.

Amanda felt her heart drop. She should have known that she wouldn't be able to easily talk to him. Her hesitation alone would make this difficult. Now that this was literally a party meant to encourage the next year's crop of award winning films, talking to Thomas would be impossible.

She quietly slipped her shoes on to leave. She didn't think she could remain here and listen to scripts being bandied about while her broken heart yearned for his attention.

Standing, she smiled at the group before whispering goodbye to Thomas.

He caught her wrist to halt her leaving.

"Where are you going?" He asked, completely turning his back upon the others around them.

"To my room." She explained. "I think I've had enough excitement for one evening."

Thomas held onto her while he stood up.

"May I escort you?" He asked.

Amanda blinked in surprise. "Of course, but you don't have to." She nodded to those behind him. "I know there are others needing to talk to you."

He couldn't care less about anyone else at this party, much less what people wanted from him. All he wanted was right in front of him.

Tucking her hand within the bend of his arm, he led her out of the crush without another word to anyone.

Amanda kept her mouth shut. Normally, she would insist on not needing an escort. This was the one rare instance where she was actually holding the arm of the one man she wanted.

Neither attempted to have any conversation as they navigated their way to the lobby. Once they reached the elevators, they both relaxed now that they were free of raucous party goers.

"I haven't been to an event that crowded in years." Amanda told him as they waited for the elevator.

Thomas frowned somewhat. He glanced over his shoulder at where the party was being held. He couldn't imagine any sane person being comfortable in that environment for hours on end.

"It's awful." He grumbled, following her into the elevator. "One of the few aspects of Hollywood I despise."

Amanda leaned back against the wall to study him. Thomas was leaning on the opposite wall, hands in his pockets, and his lips in a firm, unforgiving line.

"Then why did you come?" She asked.

He looked up at her. Frown easing, he took a few steps towards her and placed his arm above her head. His eyes darted down briefly to her mouth before meeting her startled gaze.

"I came because I thought you might be here." He answered.

"You did?" She breathed.

He nodded, leaning closer towards her.

The elevator dinged with doors opening to her floor.

Stepping back, Thomas allowed her to lead the way to her room.

Hands slightly trembling, she unlocked her door and opened it. She took a deep breath and asked if he'd like to come in.

"We could finish that drink we started downstairs." Amanda added, a little unnerved having his attention solely upon her once again.

"I'd like that." Thomas followed her inside.

He was finally where he'd hoped to be when he saw her at the awards show. Alone. In her room. No distractions.

He could now test the waters before revealing what had been in his heart for so long.

Amanda waved over towards the sidebar.

"Please, help yourself. If you don't see anything you like, I can call room service."

She excused herself then disappeared into the suite's bedroom.

Locking herself in the bathroom, she took some deep breaths to get her nerves under control.

You can do this, she reminded herself. He's just a man you happen to know every inch of. Breathe and get back out there and enjoy having him near once more.

Perhaps for the last time.

When she returned, she felt a deep sense of panic set in to find the room empty.

Her heart sank over the thought that he'd decided not to stay.

"Join me." He called out from her balcony.

She jumped, twirling to see the balcony door cracked open. Twisting her hands in the skirt of her dress, she forced herself to walk at a normal pace.

Thomas leaned against the railing. He sipped his scotch as he considered seeing just what Amanda would accept flirting and touching wise.

He handed her a drink.

She smiled her thanks, eyes lowering from his.

He settled closer beside her, elbow brushing against hers as they turned their attention to the Los Angeles skyline.

"It's beautiful out here." Amanda murmured.

"Yes, it is." Thomas said, sliding a step closer.

She looked up at him and noticed he was only looking at her.

Blushing, she turned back to the city.

"How have you been?" She managed to ask.

"Awful." He replied, setting his drink down.

Startled by that answer, she looked up at him.

"Why?" Her breath caught when he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

"Did," her voice trembled, "did something happen?"

"Yes." He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Her eyes closed as he kissed along her jawline.

"What, um what happened?" She managed to ask.

"I left you." He whispered, lips brushing against her ear. "And I didn't tell you I was in love with you."

Her eyes flew open. Her heart raced with not only his touch but hearing the very words she'd once dreamed of hearing from him.

Gripping the lapels of his jacket, she struggled to get her thoughts in order.

"You were in love?" Her breath hitched. "With me?"

He lifted his head. His dark eyes held her shocked hazel. Lips quirking some, he shook his head, no.

Before she had a chance to panic, he quickly reiterated his confession.

"What I meant to say was that I fell in love with you and am still in love." He said softly. "You have been all I've thought about from the moment we said goodbye."

"Thomas, I love you too." She tugged him down and kissed him.

He groaned the moment her tongue brushed against his. Clutching her tight, he showed her just how much he missed her.

They somehow got through the balcony doors and ended up in her bedroom. The only light illuminating the darkness was from the city lights creeping through the sheer panels.

Lips barely left the other's skin as they struggled to remove the clothes hindering their attempts to kiss each part of the one they loved.

Once free of all barriers, the two fell upon the bed. Murmurs of love were gasped as they relearned all the different parts of each other. Thomas paused in the midst, smoothing Amanda's hair out of her face.

"Say it again." He pleaded, breathless from holding himself back.

"I love you." She wrapped her legs around his waist. "I fell in love with you from the moment I met you, Thomas."

His mouth crashed against hers. The moment he heard her moan, he broke away only long enough to tell her all that she meant to him, the life he dreamed of having with her, and the future he yearned for.

He then asked the question he knew would only give him all that and more.

With tears in her eyes, she gave him the answer he hoped to hear from her.

"That's all I want." She kissed him tenderly. "Yes, I'll marry you."

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

I'm having trouble deciding what project to work on so I'm making y'all decide for me. Because democracy.

[non-plutonian-druid]

official horsie Walters appreciation post

(@sharkneto's OCs from his shifting together series)

Sarah is off to kill those self defense instructors from ch 17 of joining together; bundled up Rob is from his first appearance in ch 1 of holding it together

[ID: three drawings of the Walters, a couple who are typically regular humans but at the moment are centaurs. Sarah is a white woman with long brown hair, and in the centaur au her horse body is red and white speckled with a brown tail. Rob is a white man with brown hair, and his current horse body is also brown. His legs are darker, but he also has white socks.

The first image is both of them side by side, demonstrating the horse designs.

The second is of Sarah, trotting briskly and angrily while she talks on the phone. The person on the other end (Amanda) says "and one of the instructors broke Five's nose!" Sarah says "Oh, REALLY."

The third image is of Rob, saying "Allison Hargreeves?" He is wearing a combination human coat and horse coat, which seems to be two separate pieces meant to be paired together. He is also wearing a hat and a scarf. End ID.]

[sanagii]

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The Fallen Angles of our better nature (An OC short story)

(EDITORIAL NOTE: I've made various changes to this story after first posting it, mostly grammar and spelling. I have also changed a key aspect in the story itself to move away from a real world organization. Primarily to keep with the 'out there', fictitious nature of the sci-fi. I also no longer wish my story to be associated with a hyper-litigious group that has ALLEGEDLY many bad actors within it. I've made this change a while ago however this information has been brought to my attention recently and has further validated my decision. Please enjoy.)

"Guess who got tickets to the art expo!" Evelyn practically sang the question as the door to her apartment shut behind her. Her wife's head slowly peered around the door frame.

"Finally! It's not like I'm in that damn exhibit." Amanda smiled as she moved out of the study to stride over to Evelyn. Her hanging black Mohawk swaying slightly with each step, before quickly tamed with one of her large hands running through her shaved half of her head.

"With all the confusion in the wake of the director resigning, it's not that surprising honey." She leaned up and exchanged a quick kiss with her wife before she pulled back.

"Will Ame be there? They're kind of the whole reason for that piece in the first place."

"Amethyst will be there, don't worry about. It's they're translator drones that'll be the big question." She tossed her things on to the near by couch. "Got an outfit ready for tomorrow night?"

Amanda shook her head. "I'm torn, the suit and tie still calls to me but we'd both look great in clashing dresses."

Evelyn smirked as she let her fiery hair down. "You'll look good in anything dear."

Her partner sighed and dragged a hand over her face. "You always say that to avoid picking one. It can't be true all the time!"

Evelyn chortled as she made her way upstairs. "I'll stop saying it when it is!" She started the process of decompressing after a day of work as reflected on what drew them to this new milestone.

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She remembered when she first met Amanada, the memory so vivid it bordered on a vision. One of the many mass planet wide protests that rocked Norumbega after the planetary governor announced another round of crippling austerity, another round of new measures against the Xalens aliens on world and another round of empowered security forces.

New Holguín was one of the epicenter of the push back, and her local parish had been key of not only providing support and logistics for the protests themselves but also helping the strange abstract aliens protect themselves from local authorities pointed ire.

She was there, a pale siege tower of a woman. One of the many members of local branch of the Chapel of Baphomet united in common cause with Evelyn and her congregation. Her aura seemed to have a natural command to her fellow protesters.

When the line of contact had grown more rowdy, her and her fellow believers were injured in a security line push, her group was the closest street medics they access to and urgency outweighed there reservations about there presentation.

"Let me get a look at it." Amanda readied the med kit without even looking at it, her attention laser focused on wound itself. "Hopefully it's just a shallow cut."

Droplets of blood from the scrap on Evelyn's arm were staining the larger woman's fingers, her black nail polish and her jacket. Evelyn shook her head. "It was just an awkward fall during the push. I got lucky, Matthews needs the help more than me."

Amanda raised an eyebrow as she sprayed a sanitizing solution on the cut before quickly wrapped it up. "You won't be so lucky if it gets infected. I'd see a doctor proper just to be safe."

"I'm not leaving until this is done." Evelyn stared back up at the woman, quiet defiance burning in her green eyes, the subtle implications of her removal not lost on her.

"This isn't a game. That could have easily turned into a stampede or a crush." Amanda tone wasn't confrontational or hostile, but it did carry the weight of a warning.

Evelyn remained unmoved. "I'm not leaving my congregation or the Xalens out there." An edge crept into her voice she didn't know she had, catching Amanda off guard. She nodded in response as more injured came in, demanding attention.

Once the days protest finally settled down, the pair had crashed at the Amanda's chapel branch with many of the more badly injured of Evelyn's congregation needing to stay there. Once the initial awkward introductions and opening questions had passed, the pair seemed to relax and words came more freely.

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"Evelyn O'Sullivan and Amanda Saarela, with the contribution of 'Baphomet's grace'." The announcer's proclamation was met with a smattering of polite applause. Evelyn practically hung off her wife's arm and broad shoulders as pair gave respectful waves to the rest of the galley before the next artist in attendance was pointed out.

The obsidian statue gleamed in the gallery lighting to an almost mirror polish, the goat head figure shielding several Xalens with his wings and arms. Many of that species in attendance as well, hovering between exhibits as crystalline rock orbited there stony cores.

"There's still too many mistakes in it." Amanda said unprompted as she sighed. "The wing span is all wrong and those horns..." A groan of disgust escaped her throat.

Evelyn turned to face her wife. "Or, you've just been looking at it for too long, honey. Just let other people enjoy it." Amanda eyes remained fixed on her creation, forcing Eve to turn her head to match her eyes. "It's -fine- Amanda."

Her wife sighed and clearly fought back the urge to contest and just accepted it and shook her head.

"A concordance of address flows from gates of purple." The robotic voice startled pair, there full attention to the approaching newcomer. Amethyst hovered with several robotic translation drones orbiting the angular center speckled with purple crystals, along side the more mundane rock fragments.

"Amethyst! Hello! I'm so glad you could make it." Evelyn let go of her wife as the pair walked over. "Enjoying gallery so far?"

A sound like grinding stone as well as quick flashes of light between the gems followed as the translation drones whirred to life.

"The stimulation of senses harmonize to create an eruption of potent thought. We assume this is the efficacious outcome."

Amanda couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. "I mean, that's one of way to look at it. I guess." She gestured with her head back to her own work. "You helped make that happen, Ame. Thank you. I mean it."

There was silence as the orbiting objects realigned and swapped positions before the rumblings and translations resumed. "We are ebullient that our form could help produce harmonization of potent thought. Should you required furtherance in concordance or even, a hymn! We shall be willing to render utility."

The Xalen shuddered before it then floated away leaving the pair alone as Amanda seemed to un-tense as Eve stroked her broad shoulder. "Told you it was fine."

Amanda quickly snagged a drink from one of the automated refreshment carts and downed it in a single swig, before she took a sharp inhale. "I'm going to need a few more of these."

---

The pair settled on the roof top of the gallery, Evelyn pouring the pair of them another glass of wine as Amanda folded her suit jacket to one side.

"I'd wager somewhere in the pirate fringes, no way he could show himself in Gaia aligned space or any of Earth's allies." Evelyn pointed to some of the distant stars in the night sky.

Amanda took another long sip. "Hah, I doubt its so dramatic. Former Governor Bjelke probably just bought a domicile-barge and is skulking between grey ports. Sadly, justice for people like him is a very rare thing. Likely he'll slink away with his stolen fortune and fade into unearned obscurity." A long sighed followed.

Evelyn reached over to squeeze her wife's hand. "We saved our world, at least for now." Amanda returned the affection but clearly didn't seem soothed by that prospect. Sensing a lull in the conversation Evelyn smirked and leaned back on her palms.

"Remember our wedding?"

Amanda looked at her before she chuckled. "How could I forget. That ordained Father of yours was unflappable! I couldn't even get him to raise an eyebrow no matter what I said about the theological relationship between our Gods."

Evelyn sipped her wine. "Father Gutiérrez does confession. You'll have to work a lot harder than that to phase him." The shared laughter flowed as easily as the wine.

"I remember my niece taking so much sugar she was trying to climb the Baphomet statue before my sister stopped her. God Emma's was menace when she got going."

The painful snap of current events shattered the memory like a stone in a pond. Amanda looked over to her wife who had suddenly gone quiet.

"Any more news about San Riccardo?"

"Lots of news, most of it bad. Both governments in orbit are jockeying for a fight and terrorists strikes on the ground are growing in frequency and size."

Amanda didn't let the silence linger. "We could sponsor them out of there. I'm sure they'd be happy to stay with us."

"They would be, but my sister is trying to get her family to Naxian space for asylum but that's a bureaucratic nightmare." She sighed and hugged herself. "I pray it'll be enough, that they can get out before it gets any worse."

Evelyn poured the last of the wine for the pair of them as they downed the last of it. Amanda shifted over to bring her wife into a hug as she cupped her face in her hands. "Then let me pray with you. And when we're done, let's fight for them. For everyone. Together."

Evelyn could feel tears stain her eyes as moved closer, sharing a kiss under the stars.

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(This was an idea that started out kind of as a joke. 'What if a Catholic Christian and a Atheistic Satanist became a couple based on there mutual interests of social/economic justice.' But the more I sort of mulled on the idea I wanted to make it a more serious idea so I kept working on it and decided to set it in one of my original Science fiction settings. I might write more about these two. Hope it comes across the way I intend it to and I'm open to feedback!)