#the black lining sweet’s eye is eyeliner actually

[the-meme-monarch]

idk how far it extends w darkners being able to like. perceive lightners when they’re in the light world but. capn and jockington both wear a backwards hat, sunglasses, and blue shirt. this one’s more of a stretch but catti and sweet both wear mostly black. gender envy methinks

also little bonus thing i wanted to try. a light world sprites of them that matched the rest of the room’s color palette like seam has :]

[froggibus]

once again no pressure or rush!!!! but could you maybe do either ashe or sombra smut with a gn/trans masc reader? they're both so pretty and i love them aaaaa

ps: make sure to drink water and do self care!!!!!!!!

-🐕💕

Ride Em' Cowgirl - Ashe

Pairing: soft dom! Ashe x gn! reader

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1k

Summary: ashe won't let you cum until she gets to ride your perfect, perfect face

CW: bondage, soft dom! Ashe, gn! reader, oral, face sitting, slight suffocation, Ashe calls reader ‘buttercup’, abrupt ambiguous ending, pure smut no plot

hey puppy anon! so sorry it took me so long to get to this one! i was really excited to write some ashe on this blog but i've yet to try writing a trans reader & wasn't sure how to navigate it! (if you have any tips i will gladly take them! i just didn't wanna accidentally trigger someone) i would love to write some more ashe in the future if you have any ideas! hope you're doing well ^^ also it is CRIMINAL we don't have an ashe comic yet

“Well,” Ashe coos, her usual Southern drawl thick with lust, “don’t you look good enough to eat?”

Your body heats in response, sending a thousand volts of electricity through every nerve in your body. You squirm from where you lay on the bed, straining your wrists against the soft silk ties that bind your hands to the bed frame.

She drags a long, manicured nail up your thigh. The motion is soft but deadly, just enough pressure applied to make it sting, but never enough to actually wound you. Your teary eyes stay glued to the red of her nails as they drag up your leg, landing dangerously close to the line of your underwear. 

A small, desperate whimper slips from your lips and you find yourself wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could hide your embarrassment in your palms. Ashe chuckles, the sound so foreign from her usual lighthearted, teasing laugh that it sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow thickly. “A-ashe.”

Red eyes meet yours through a mess of dark lashes and eyeliner. She hums in response, staring through you as she waits for what you have to say next. Her gaze is piercing, shrinking—making you feel small in that delicious way only she can.

“I need you,” you say softly, surprising even yourself by the meekness of your own voice. “Please,” you add.

She considers this, tapping her chin as if in deep thought. You wait with not a breath in your body, trying to exercise patience despite the aching between your legs. Though she always takes such good care of you in the end, sometimes she can be the absolutely cruellest on the journey there, and you have little patience left.

She sighs, as if she’s just made the hardest decision of her life. “You take good care of me,” she states, a devilish smirk on her lips, “and I’ll take good care of you.”

You nod eagerly, shifting through your restraints to slide further down the bed. You watch her through hooded, lust filled eyes as she slowly slips out of the black, lacy panties that cover her glistening pussy. The dark fabric sticks to her core from the wet of her own slick and a gasp leaves her lips as they detach and drop to the floor to pool at her ankles.

You swallow once more, wetting your lips with your tongue in anticipation as she stalks her way over to where you lay helplessly on the bed. She reaches over, cupping your face with her hands, and presses a hot, needy kiss to your lips.

You lose yourself against her, whining into her mouth and smearing her perfect red lipstick all over the both of you. She drags a nail down your cheek, running it along the length of your jaw. Her familiar taste of warm honey and sweet whisky floods your mouth, reacting like pure alcohol in your bloodstream.

She pulls away, a sloppy string of saliva falling from her mouth and sticking to your skin. You’re given only a minute to catch your breath before she’s straddling your chest, sliding back until her soaking, sweet pussy is hovering an inch above your face.

You don’t need her to tell you what she wants, you’ve been in this position often enough. You strain against your binds, lifting your head enough to prod at her clit with your nose. She moans at the contact, lowering her hips even more so her cunt just barely sits on your lips.

You dive in, lapping up her hot slick like it’s the only thing you’ve ever tasted. You swirl your tongue in figure eights around her sensitive clit, dragging it down to your throbbing entrance, and repeating the motion again. Despite the way her thighs muffle your ears, you can hear her panting above you, hear the moans that slip from her lips.

“Fuck.” She groans, voice barely more than a purr. “S’like you were made for eating pussy, buttercup.”

She digs her cunt further into your face, pressing down so hard you can barely manage a breath between your laps around her folds. Heat flares in your core at her words and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to get any sort of relief, any sort of friction.

Ashe rolls her hips across your face, digging her fingers through her silky white hair as she rides your lips to orgasm. Each flick of your tongue and each hot breath taken when she lets you up for air only spurs her closer and closer to the edge. She almost finds herself wishing your hands were free, if only so you could thrust them into her cunt and curl them into that sweet spot inside of her.

“That’s it,” she says through shaky breaths. “So good for me, chokin’ on my cunt. Fuck.”

You choke, the warmth of her pussy pressed so tight against your face you can’t possibly breathe. Still, you love it. You shut your eyes tightly and nuzzle further between her legs, taking every thrust and bounce of her hips in stride and using it as leverage to further shove your tongue into her core.

Her thighs tighten around your face, squishing your cheeks until it almost hurts, and then she’s gushing on your face. Wave after wave of sweet slick gushes onto you, soaking your lips and nose and chin and neck. You drink it all up, sucking at her entrance as she comes undone around you.

Finally, her thighs relax and she lets herself roll off of you, sweet air hitting your lungs at last. You gasp for it, drinking up the oxygen almost as greedily as you drank up her cum. Your skin feels impossibly hot, the cold air of the room like pin pricks against your post pussy-eating flush.

She props herself up on shaking thighs and pulls you in for another devouring kiss. Her tongue pops into your mouth, swirling around and tasting herself on your gums. She moans into the kiss, whether at the taste or at the way you wrestle her tongue against hers, you’ll never know.

She pulls back, red eyes peering into yours so intensely you almost forget how to breathe. Her hand trails down your bare stomach, nails just barely dipping into your underwear. “Now,” she says, mischief glowing in her eyes, “my turn to take care of you.”

You gulp, a shiver trailing up your spine in anticipation. You strain against the restraints and wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. 

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[sunthyme]

Okay, now is technically the last one before my prefect design lol. OOPS I FORGOR fuck well here they finally are lol...

😭Other Side Characters😭

I drew so many cutie patooties in this batch omg they're adorable. But first we'll kick off with the Royal Blade characters!

🐱Chenya🐱

Because I'm not spelling out his whole damn name 💀

(he/she/they/it/ whatever pronouns you can think of lol) Genderqueer - Pansexual

Teehee I forgot to colour in the damn hair clips... I'm gonna kms /j

- Genderqueer cat. Any character based on the Cheshire Cat is genderqueer to me istg. Chenya is no exception.

- I kept most of her design the same but added in some heterochromia for funsies and used those colours for the hair clips and earrings. Xe is also Hispanic, idk it just felt right.

- Totally has ADHD. The impulsive thoughts are obvious with this one and I think that Neige serves as its impulse control. They made like, a pact of sorts (after their Headmage yelled at Chenya for doing something) that Chenya tells Neige whatever the impulsive thought is and Neige either tell Chenya 'No, you can't do that' or 'We can do this instead'.

- Broke asf. I dunno but I feel like Chenya has like the worst habit of impulse buying you've ever seen so they never carry money on they to try and avoid it at Trey and Riddle's recommendation. It's mostly worked as Neige buys anything Chenya needs when they go out anyways.

Speaking so much of Neige,

🐦Neige LeBlanche🐦

(he/him) Transmasc - Biromantic Asexual

God I love how Neige came out, look at him!!! He's such a cutie patootie omgomg I love him sm

- Anyways, I was fighting my demons to not make him black and I lost. I dunno, we don't have enough sweet, cute black boys in media and that is a crime.

- I gave him some hairclips with cute lil charms on them and some of those silly little acne patches. Idk if he actually has acne, he totally could, but I think he'd wear them either way to like normalise not be ashamed of it, y'know?

- I gave him some cute little apple earrings which were a gift that Rook gave him after a concert with one of his letters lol. He wears most of the jewelry gifted to him at one point or another but he really likes the apple earrings.

- Has a crush on Vil. Idk how popular of a headcanon that is but as soon as they interacted, I felt like it made sense. I love the one-sided rivalry lmao with Vil hating his ass and he's just like, 'Omg, she's so pretty and cool and smart. Wow, I'm so glad we get to work together so much!' It's really funny ngl.k

- Loves to crochet, knit, and sew. All are kinda skills he picked up while caring for the dwarves but they're his favourite to do. He's made Chenya a few sets of mittens (because for some super mysterious reason, they always go missing) and a quilt at some point.

- Likes anything with apples in it, pies, drinks, you name it. Fall is his favourite season because of apple cider alone (otherwise it'd be spring).

Onto the Kingscholars!

🦁Cheka Kingscholar🦁

(he/him)

He's so cute!!! I love him omg I'd actually love to babysit him look at those eyes

- I kept his design also pretty on model, darken his skin a smidge and textured his hair to match Leona's. Smacked some dimples and birthmarks on as if he wasn't cute enough already.

- The gold eyeliner is like a royal thing, maybe be specific to the crown line or maybe Leona's just too fcking lazy, probably the later.

- He's actually really good at chess. He's played many games with Leona, even though he didn't get it at first, but now he can beat most people who play him (still not Leona lest he really screws up something). Most of his birthdays, he gets a new pretty chess set and he has a little display of them in his room.

Now for his dad! The only character here without a canon design (as far as I know... which I'm upset about).

👑Farena Kingscholar👑

(he/him) - Heterosexual

I woulda also made a design for his wife but I don' think she even has a name?? So maybe in the future.

- I based him more on Leona, trying to make sure that Cheka didn't just get his trait lmao. I think that he got his piercing actually after Leona got his because the palace staff were criticising him for it so Farena went and got one.

- I dunno, he's giving bi wife energy. It helps that the women of Sunset Savannah are buff and cool and I'm so mad we never saw them 😭😭😭 I wanna see Leona's sister-in-law so bad ;^;.

- He's not as much into the intellectual side of things like Leona is, would rather defeat people with strength which is why the two really don't get along super well. Though I think it's only perceived on Leona's side, I don't think Farena realises how much hurt Leona's had throughout his life.

- Angst aside, he doesn't get much in the way of free time what with all his royal duties and such. His favourite activities are spoiling his family and getting used as a weight for his wife's daily exercise!

We got even more other family characters incoming...

🐍Najima Viper🐍

(she/her) - Bicurious

Fair warning, I haven't encountered any of the last three characters lol.

- I didn't change much here either, just added some red streaks to her hair and matched her palette to Jamil's.

- I don't know if her age is ever implied but I think she'd be younger than him by like a year. She went to a different school with Kalim's cousin (who they're like besties).

- I feel like Najima didn't get the same set of exceptions set on her growing up and so her relationship with the Al-Asims, while still not necessarily healthy, was nowhere near as damaging. I think that while Jamil definitely envies that, he'd rather die than make her go through the same thing as him.

Up next,

🧢Mama Spade🧢

(she/her) - Bisexual

Never met her either 😭😭😭

- I based her off my Deuce design and really just added some more piercings. I actually toned down the blonde streaks but I think they'd both have just a few.

- I believe she has a small business??? Or something? I didn't read the wiki but her hat had a delivery service me thinks but I stan her having a small business.

- She loves her son very much and was super excited when she saw his new piercings. Also, super accepting when he came out, obvi and thinks that while Ace is a bit of a rascal, they do click together.

I don't have a ton for her but I want that event to come back pleaseeee 🙏🙏🙏

🐉Meleanor Draconia🐉

(she/they) Agender - Aromantic Pansexual

- I had so much fun with her horns. I made them more branchy and I think a full grown dragon (well, like an old one) would basically have a web of antlers. I added some purple to the tips for the 🌸aesthetic🌸.

- Also added some wave to her hair. Malleus looked in her spitting image so I figured I'd give Levan's genes a chance lmao. They're also super tall, probably even taller than Mal herself and especially with the horns.

- I think she'd have left some things that Malleus ended up growing up with not realising they were from her, like a hair clasp, some assorted jewelry, a couple toys and items that Lilia gave him when he was old enough. Pieces of her for him to grow up with, y'know?

Anyways, I'm so sorry for this posting without anything lmao I was real tired last night! Prefect is next on the chopping block!

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hi!! I’d like a fandom ship/matchup pretty please! Someone from tcm (preferably from the first or second movie) or scream.

Appearance: 5’6, chubby and curvy girl. Shorter brown, fluffy, curly hair with teal tips. Blue/grey eyes, eyebrow piercing and nose stud. I’m somewhat strong and I dress somewhere along the lines of goth and grunge. I wear black eye makeup, mascara, and heavy eyeliner on the daily with the occasional black lipstick.

Personality: I love music, horror movies, coffee, and collecting little trinkets. I have quite a lot of foul language in my vocabulary. I tend to be both really sweet and a bitch depending on how the person I’m interacting with is acting towards me. I love/crave attention, with musical theater being a very common hobby. I’m usually very outgoing, trying to get others into my special interests, rambling about things, or cracking jokes, though sometimes I burn out and just utterly crash. I’m almost always willing to jump up and help anyone with anything they might need. I have really bad anxiety about certain things. I’m very clingy, and tend to prefer protective and stronger men, though I do appreciate time to myself. (I wanna be manhandled.)

Hobbies: Musical theater, choir, drumming, painting, drawing (mainly people), and watching movies or documentaries!!

I hope that’s enough info, have a great day/night and don’t forget to drink water 🖤

Thank you pookie 😊

Your Fandom Ship: Nubbins Sawyer!

Explanation: starting off looks he absolutely loves the way that you appear and your body and I also feel like if anyone tried to fat shame you or anything like that he would definitely torture them for hours. He would actually ask them if they think you’re attractive and if they said no, they would get tortured for hours. That makes it feel like he’s a little bit more in control and I feel like I don’t know that just makes him a little bit happier but he’s fully willing to let you have control of course but you know I just feel like it would be something cute for him because he feel like he can wrap himself around you at any point in time. He’s actually very tall canonly, I think 6’2. He loves your eyebrow piercing and thinks it’s really cool and you’re one of the coolest people he’s ever met. He definitely loves the way that you dress and he doesn’t have much of a sense of fashioned himself in one time he tried to copy your make up and it didn’t end well but anyway, I just think that he would love the way that you dress and he’s honestly in love with alternative people in general and just he sees you as his alt queen. he also loves collecting little trinkets, and if he ever found anything cool while he was searching for roadkill, he would definitely give it to you. You shouldn’t try to make him get coffee or coffee because he would absolutely not be able to do that. You would send him off be like hey can you make some coffee for me? You would hear a loud crash in the kitchen and then he would come back with like coffee beans in a cup of water. He would come to all your shows for a theater, and if anyone that wasn’t you got the lead you would have to like convince him not to try and kill them. Your personality of being outgoing would definitely clash with his bit and I think that would be great because you could get him to talk to more people and be a little bit less unhinged and he also appreciates how sweet and caring you are to him because it’s not something he’s ever really gone his life sometimes he doesn’t even feel like his own family cares. He’s also very clingy and despite being kind of tolerant lanky, he’s actually extremely strong from caring roadkill and doing a lot of farm work growing up so he could absolutely manhandle you if you wanted, but I personally feel like he’d be preferred to be like held, but he would wrap himself around you and he is like probably the clingyest out of the entire family. ANYWAY I ship

❤️❤️❤️

[saturnine-saturneight]

OC deep dive tag!

Thank you to @fortunatetragedy for the tag!!! [here]

I need a little jumpstart for Matcha's voice for this next chapter, so I'm digging this two week old tag out of my drafts x)

Phobias: She pretends that it's spiders, because she figures that screaming at those and making other people get them for her makes her look more harmelss. She honestly doesn't mind them that much. Her actual fear is trypophobia.

Other fears: Being taken too seriously. Tripping over her words.

Pet peeves: Recalcitrant people who won't let her pry into their business. Open up. C'monnnn. It's just her! :)

3 items you can find in her bedroom: Romance novel, eyeliner, burner phone.

First thing she notices in a person: Approachableness, even before attractiveness. She's generally good at gauging how open somebody is to friendly interaction.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is her pain tolerance? 2 or 3. She doesn't like getting hurt.

Does she go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Fawning first, then flight mode, and only when those two don't work, fight, but more like a cornered mouse trying to bite.

Does she come from a big family/is she a family person? She has two older brothers, one older sister, and a sprawling web of aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. She liked the family get togethers and misses them, but she doesn't miss everybody getting into her business. She has her own family now and sometimes wishes these two parts of her life could meet, but knows this can never happen.

What animal represents her best? Opossum :V She, too, likes to play dead dramatically, panic and hiss at everything, and dig through other people's trash / dirty laundry.

What is a smell that she dislikes? She's pretty tolerant to bad smells. A good trait to have in her former line of work.

Has she broken any bones? She broke her ankle running a few years ago. It still bothers her.

How would a stranger likely describe her? I'll let Nat do us the honors:

"On the other side of her face, a thick curtain of her hair is falling into her brown, cat-like face. It’s thick, pin straight, and dull looking, and where it hits her waist, split ends are starting to form. Nat eyes her thin wrists. She looks straight up malnourished, or perhaps like she hasn’t done physical labor a day in her life."

Is she a night owl or a morning bird? Night owl, though she's often forced to wake up early.

What is a flavor she hates and a flavor she loves? She loves the taste of coffee and hates fermented things like sauerkraut or kimchi, though she likes pickled mangoes.

Does she have any hobbies? Matcha no longer has a lot of time for hobbies. She doodles in the margins of notes often, though.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How does she react to surprises? Freeze with shock. Then: Squeal with joy. You thought of her? That's so sweet!!

Does she like to wear jewelry? Her ears are pierced in multiple places, though she's taken the majority of her ear jewelry out. She likes the look of chokers, usually simple and black, and wears bracelets sometimes.

Does she have neat or messy handwriting? Curly and pretty when she knows others will see it, jagged and quick in her own private notes.

What are the two emotions she feels the most? Dread and longing.

Does she have a favorite fabric? She likes velvet, silk, and mohair :)

What kind of accent does she have? She has a pretty standard North American accent. She's a second generation immigrant, her parents immigrated from Mumbai to the former US during the second bio engineering boom in the mid 2170s, ten years before she was born, give or take. So she grew up speaking Marathi at home and American English and Hindi in school and with peers.

Tagging:

@paeliae-occasionally @rotting-moon-writes @marlowethelibrarian @fortunatetragedy (get retagged >:) ) @fairytaleinagem

@writingrosesonneptune @davycoquette @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart @chauceryfairytales

@autism-purgatory @lychhiker-writes @marquis-of-writeblr @cowboybrunch

[obsidiancreates]

Okay so Psych Makeup Collection

Under a Read More because this got long and rambling

On one hand I think having a singular Shawn and Gus palette would be very fitting, but on the other a Gus-focused standalone palette based around his best shirts called The Lavender Gooms palette is just *chef's kiss* so we'll go with that idea. I feel like some sort of face gloss works too, like the head oil- maybe it should just be an actual lavender-scented hair oil, a little outside of the "makeup" definition but not an ungeard of inclusion (see: Glamlite having a shimmer body oil in their first Barbie collection).

I feel like some colorful eyeliners fit well with Shawn tbh, as his part of the college. We've seen him canonically wear eyeliner more than once in his edgier phase, so colorful ones feel fitting for his brighter personality when he's older while still holding onto that same essence. Psychic Green, Pineapple Yellow, Santa Barbara Skies Blue, Hair Thicker In HD Brown. No, wait, that last one should be a brow gel, maybe a mascara.

Blushes based on Jules, yes obvious, a blush palette inspired by her extremely bright early seasons shirts. But also I want something for her iconic gray pantsuits, so perhaps an Eyeshadow stick/crayon- a little more one-and-done, practical, can be easily traveled with. I think that fits. Or maybe one of those blushes that looks dark gray in the pan but turns pink when you put it on?

Struggling with Lassie a bit because my brain is screaming Eyeshadow Palette but I want everyone to have a Unique Thing in this collection and Gus already has the Eyeshadow Palette... I can't imagine what else fits for a Lassie piece though. Gus’s would be largely purples and pinks, and while Lassie would also be largely cool-toned it'd be more blues and grays inspired by not only his sweet salt-and-pepper hair and cannonball blue eyes, but the blue shirts and such he'd wear in earlier seasons and the grays of his beloved gun.

I want to give Chief Vick something too, I feel like a line of contours fits her character but that feels not quite Enough for how important she is. We don't have lipsticks yet, but I don't know if I see her for lipsticks- if anything it'd be a line of glosses themed around Jules, or maybe glosses themed around some of the various Love Interests of both Shawn and Gus through the show like Mira and Abigail and that hippie girl and so on.

Bronzers themed less around A Character, more just a reference to the Abduction/Speed Dating episodes with the fake tanning ties.

Henry doesn't get a product. ... Alright, maybe an ocean spray scented makeup remover of some kind. But that's it!

Wanna give Buzz something, because I just like him. Maybe he can have the highlighter. Call it the McNabbin' That Glow or something, because he's a little ray of sunshine and while his wit is dim his smile sure ain't.

And a makeup bag shaped like a Pineapple, of course.

OH maybe The Chief gets a brush set? But I also see that working for Lassie... I can see a Henry set to tbh but I don't like him so I want either Lassie or The Chief to have the brush set.

Oh and Buzz still gets a highlighter but there's also another highlighter just called Mary Lightly.

I wanna give Yang something, she deserves it- maybe she gets the lipstick (not gloss, those go to the Various Love Interests). Oh but also an eyeliner pencil/liquid liner duo kit with the pencil in black and liquid liner in white... oooh...

Guh I have too many ideas. I'd need to do like 10 different collections like fucking Makeup Revolution and their billion never-ending Simpson releases

[yakuzacanons]

Just hear me out

The boys having to deal with their kid going through a rebel/emo phase

Hehehe this is so funny I'm so into this idea, headcanons below da cut sweet anon.

Kazuma Kiryu

Has no idea how to react and just kind of stares in awe at the behavior. As long as the kid isn't going to be in harm's way, Kiryu won't mind a little emo energy in the house. He was an edgy 20 something back in the 80's himself in some ways. He's kind of interested in emo/goth style even though he'd never wear it. Actually down with emo/goth music as it's similarly adjacent to his taste. Honestly, he would just naturally diffuse any tension because Kiryu is so agreeable and seldom forceful. He'd just be like "You like this?...okay."

Majima Goro

Will have an emo competition and win. Type of dad to be like "Ya think yer a rebel? Wait'll ya lose an eye!" which would just bewilder his kid more than anything. Secretly wants to go emo shopping with his kid because he also likes leather pants and leather gloves and the color black. Would lowkey sob if his kid rejects him and is all "Leave me alone, dad!".

Akiyama Shun

Fascinated and stunned by this behavior but also secretly terrified. He always heard that kids eventually hit some kind of rebellious phase but seeing his kid in full emo getup with eyeliner had him so confused. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? What does it all mean? He has no idea but he supports it. Also, constantly shocked at the cost of makeup and CDs, very much like "When I was your age, CDs were half this price, what the heck?".

Saejima Taiga

Would butt heads with his kid the most, but not in the way you'd think. He doesn't mind the kid exploring different aesthetics and tastes and Saejima believes that kids have to venture out and try things in order to learn and develop. Mostly, he just doesn't want his kid to start smoking at a young age. Will totally be like "Smokin' is bad for ya" before immediately lighting his own cigarette. Would listen to scream emo music and say "I got no clue what they're sayin' in this song..."

Tanimura Masayoshi

Thinks it's funny and cute more than anything, probably much to annoyance of his child. Tanimura has his own kind of rebellious streak so he's not really phased or bothered by his own kid having one. As a cop, his only rule is don't do anything illegal. This isn't because he's a straight laced kind of cop because everyone knows he isn't. He just thinks his kid would get caught so fast wearing that kind of obvious emo getup, like "Who wears platform boots when shoplifting at a convenience store? You can't run from other cops in those things."

Ryuji Goda

Thinks it's badass. His own fashion style is pretty bombastic and noticeable and he's secretly pleased his own kid is pursuing a unique aesthetic. Somehow it feels actually very in line with what's typical of Ryuji's family. However, he's still the proud dad as always so he's very much still going to introduce his child by saying "This here's my lil' kiddo!" with his arm wrapped around them, while the kid is just dying of embarrassment because rebels don't get called kiddo by their dad.

Nishikiyama Akira

Questions every fashion choice his child makes, like "...THAT is what's hip with the kids nowadays?... huh." He knows better than to try to convince someone to wear what they don't want to wear but he doesn't understand the all black grunge look. Like Kiryu, his rebellious days are behind him and he's settled down into being a business and family man. Secretly, he kind of misses those old days of being wild though and seeing his kid like this gives him nostalgie.

Daigo Dojima

Is not handling it well at all. Will try to connect with his kid only for them to storm out of his office saying "It's not a phase, dad!" in front of other Tojo Clan members while Daigo just slumps at his desk, shaking his head. His family means a lot to him so a disconnect from his child makes him think he did something wrong. In the end, he just wants his kid to be happy.

Mine Yoshitaka

Honestly, perfectly neutral on the whole idea. Mine's carved his own way through most of his life so when his kid starts a rebellious streak, he's just like "Ah. Okay." as if he just knows he's hit THAT stage in raising a child. He's more logically driven than most so he won't take it personally when his child starts getting all teenage angst on him. Truthfully, Mine probably has the MOST angst leftover from his younger days out of all the boys so he actually understands the feeling more than people know and more than he can say.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Marvel

we leave through the fire by justanotherblond

They called the soldier into a training room where he saw his son hanging upside down on the ceiling.

“Hi Papa!” He cheered, waving with a big smile even though the soldier never gave one back.

“Look, Soldat, your son is a miracle,” an agent cackled, yellow teeth shining in the fluorescent lights, “crawling the walls like a little spider!”

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The soldier doesn’t remember his son’s birth or how he came to be. He doesn’t remember bedding a woman and watching her belly swell, but they said the boy was his. He does know that he will protect and teach the boy within the confines of their cell walls. Even when the handlers berate him. Even when the good guys take him away.

Clone Wars

Spring Thaw by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)

There are restraints, thick and heavily padded, that are more like thick gloves than shackles. The warm light shining through his bedroom window, the birdsong, and the wind chimes in the distance make a strange contrast to his helplessness. Heart pounding in his chest he yanks at the chains, looking around frantically.

There's a note or- or plaque beside his bed.

GOOD MORNING The restraints are for your safety and others.

Obi-Wan stares at the note wide eyed, lips parted as his brain grapples with that.

Shadowhunters

bound in obedience by smilebackwards

Clave vs. Lightwood, 1996 ...For the crimes committed by Robert Lightwood and Maryse Trueblood Lightwood under the auspices of the Circle, they are hereby sentenced to forty years of service in exile and their heir to the next generation shall be bound in obedience. Such is the will of the Angel, so shall it be.

Laudanum by lawsofchaos

Face blank, Alec steps forward without a moment of hesitation to stand in front of the Inquisitor, his people parting respectfully before him to clear his path as he goes. He comes to a halt a few paces in front of the Clave representative and the guardsmen she’d brought from Alicante. A coiled leather whip hangs from the belt of the man at her left shoulder.

Shoulders drawn back and hands clasped behind his waist, Alec meets Imogen Herondale’s steel gaze. The words are ritual and although Alec has said them many times before, never before has he meant them less.

“That it may please the Angel to bring back into the way of righteousness all such as have erred, I place myself before you for Discipline.”

Imogen Herondale smiles.

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it.

Hands and Hearts by Lalaith_Quetzalli (+ podfic)

"A rune on the hand, a rune on the heart”, is how the saying goes. No one has borne a wedded-union rune on the heart in over a century. Love Matches are so rare nowadays. When Alec Lightwood finds out he’s to have an arranged marriage his secretly romantic heart shrivels… at least until he learns who his groom is.

Prompt 31: Writers choice (soulmate AU) by emmaknitsalot

"Thick black lines had appeared in the vague shape of an eye (with epic winged eyeliner, he thought sleepily) and a swirled pupil. As he was squinting at it, it quickly faded into the usual tone that appeared when his tiny soulmate drew on their skin.

It was time, he thought, to lug out his treasured copy of the Gray Book and start learning."

Or, in a world where everybody has a soulmate and whatever they draw on their skin appears on yours, and vice versa, Magnus nearly has a breakdown when he learns his soulmate is a baby Shadowhunter.

tears from heaven by smilebackwards

Nephilim tears are a highly prized potions ingredient. Magnus would like his colleagues to stop making his husband cry.

[splendidreads]

Open Your Heart, Pt 4

Warnings: This story will have adult content including, but not limited to, violence, swearing, mentions of abuse, sexual references, sex, and Bucky Barnes. He in himself, is a warning.

Word Count: 3919

A/N: I’m not going to put the description anymore.. since I’ve made the master list! Images that inspired Katherine’s look, will be at the bottom of the story. Comments are always welcome! I’d love to hear people’s thoughts and ideas!

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Katherine shook her head, listening to Sage on the phone. She wanted her opinion on her outfit for her dinner date with Bucky, so here she is with Sage on video call. It had been such a long time since Katherine had done her hair, or put any makeup on.. She definitely needed Sages guidance. Sage was at work, hiding in a janitors closet.

“You think it’s enough..? He said that it would be fancy.. But, ugh.” Katherine looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands down her dress.

“Katie, you look absolutely gorgeous! He’s going to think so too. Don’t worry about it.”

Katherine’s eyes went up and down, making sure that everything was in the right spot. Her hair was down showing her natural waves, with a braid in the front to keep hair out of her face. She had simple makeup on her eyes, with some eyeliner, trying to make her brown-hazel eyes pop. Her favorite red lipstick, it was a comfort shade. Even though Katherine would never admit it, Sage said that the dress accentuated her curves perfectly. A dark emerald shade of green, with the right amount of cleavage showing. Simple black heels…

“Katie! It’s time to gooo!”

Sages voice snapped her out of the gaze, and she nodded her head.

“Okay, okay.. Thank you for your help, I’ll text you later!! I love you!” Katherine grabbed her phone, making her way through her room.

“I love you too! USE PROTECTION! I DON’T WANT-“

As Sage began to go off, Katherine just chuckled, hanging up on her. She shook her head, knowing very well that those words weren’t needed. They hadn’t even kissed yet, she couldn’t even really think about that being a possibility tonight.. As she made her way towards the stairs, she suddenly became a bit nervous. Self conscious.. She hadn’t gone on a date in years, and the last one was horrible. Then, of course, her mind decided to remind her that Bucky was only doing all of this because of the deal. Was he even actually interested in her? His words from earlier were still searing through her mind.. ‘I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met.’ Were they words of lust, or something else? She found herself walking down the stairs nonetheless.

“Wow..”

Her eyes snapped up, not realizing that he was already waiting for her. He wore a navy blue suit, a black dress shirt underneath. His suit was buttoned up, the shirt having the top two buttons undone. Just enough to be considered a teasing amount, yet still classy. He still had that perfect amount of stubble that lined his face, perfectly accentuating his sharp jaw bone.. His hair was slicked back, just enough to hold its shape. Though there was a loose strand that fell above his forehead. Then his eyes.. Those steel blue, icy orbs that she had grown to adore. Even if she had only met them in passing during the last week, she got lost in them quite easily.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Katherine.” Bucky’s lips were curved up into a bright grin, his eyes peering into hers as she walked down the stairs to him.

Her cheeks flushed, she could feel the warmth, “Thank you..” She gave him a sweet smile, “You look rather handsome yourself.”

He chuckled, putting a hand out for her to take, “Well, it is our first date. I’ve got to leave a good impression, right?”

She took his hand, stepping off the final step of the stairs, “Good impression achieved, Mr. Barnes.”

“Please,” he brought her knuckles up to his lips, “Stop calling me that. Call me Bucky, hell you could even call me James if you wanted…” He chuckled softly, “Just don’t let anyone know I said that.” He pressed a soft, tender kiss to each of her knuckles.

She felt herself laughing, a smile spread wide on her lips, the blush seeming to stay, “If I’m to call you Bucky, you’ve gotta find something to call me besides Katherine. Only my father calls me that.”

He nodded, understanding her words, “Can’t have that. I’m sure I’ll find something.” He offered a sweet grin, “Are you ready to go?” He still held onto her hand, his thumb gently caressing the top of her knuckles.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” She gave him a grin, pulling their hands down to rest on his chest, “Let’s see if you earn that kiss.”

Bucky’s face lit up, a devilishly handsome smirk gracing his lips as he led her out of the house.

——

He took her… To. A. Five. Star. Restaurant.

Katherine had never been in such a fancy restaurant before, she almost didn’t know how to react. When her eyes went over the menu, they widened seeing the prices. ‘Don’t look at the numbers, just order what sounds good.’ He told her, though it was hard to not think about a twenty-five dollar salad. Even water was a pretty penny. He ordered a bottle of wine for them, and even though she wasn’t a huge drinker, she drank her glass quicker than she probably should’ve. It did what she wanted though; It calmed her nerves. Which she came to find out, would have dissipated anyways..

“It really doesn’t surprise me..”

Bucky’s laugh rang through her ears, “Oh, really? And why did you say it like that?”

“It’s not hard to see how you and Steve were troublemakers! You were probably the one who started it all!” Katherine’s lips were curved up into a large grin, laughing along with him.

“You’ve got me there.” He said, picking up his wine glass and pointing at her.

They had both already finished their meals, and were happily just chatting. Learning about each other, as if it were a regular first date. Katherine was coming to find out that the notorious man had a huge soft side.. That only few ever saw. Bucky, however, was so absolutely enthralled by her that he even forgot about his bodyguards just outside the window.

“So what about you though? I mean,” He finished off his fourth glass of wine, “What were your school days like?”

Katherine’s fingers began to fiddle with her napkin, “Utterly boring compared to yours..” She chuckled, looking up to his eyes, “Straight A, goody, goody. I went to school, and I worked. That was really all there was for me.” Her shoulders shrugged.

Bucky seemed to be amused by this. His lips curved up into a smirk like grin, “Yet here you are, with someone like me.”

One of her eyebrows quirked up, “Here I am.” She let out a breathless chuckle, her eyes captured by his, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Bucky hummed softly, nodding his head, that smile not changing one bit, “Me either.” He put his hand on the table, rhythmically tapping his fingers. He seemed lost in thought, even though their eyes were locked.

Katherine of course, was just lost in his eyes. They were the most mesmerizing shade of cool blue that she’d ever seen. She’d be utterly embarrassed about staring for so long, except he was doing the same thing. She did wonder what he was thinking about though..

“Care to share what’s on your mind?” She asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at him.

He didn’t respond for a moment, until a soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Actually…” He broke their gaze for a moment, signaling for the waiter. “Can I get the check please?” He asked them, before turning his eyes back to her, “I was wondering if you felt up to.. Just taking a walk?”

She gave him a smile, nodding her head, “That sounds really nice actually.”

His lips curved into a wide grin, “Great.”

He was quick to pay for their meal, left a nice tip, and put his hand out for her to take as soon as he stood. She took it, a slight blush on her cheeks rising up, as he continued to hold her hand while he led her out of the restaurant. Clint and another man followed them as they began to walk, a member of the security team Katherine hadn’t met yet.

“Dinner was really great, thank you.” Her voice came out with a sweet tone as she looked up at him.

Bucky smiled down to her, nodding his head, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He said, gently squeezing her hand. “I was thinking that maybe,” He shrugged his shoulders, “We could implement a thing where we go on a date once a week.. What do you think?” One of his eyebrows popped up, asking her.

Katherine’s lips never faltered, the wide smile plastered into her face, “I think that’s a great idea. I know that your work can be really busy at times.. It would be nice to have a specific time to look forward to, when I know I get to see you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, shaking his head, “You really are just a ray of sunshine.”

Katherine’s eyebrows furrowed into a quizzical expression, “Ray of sunshine? There’s only one person I’ve ever heard use that phrase towards me, so I’m assuming you’ve been talking to Sage.”

Bucky held his metal hand up in a playful defense, “It’s true. She said that to me, the day she came and helped you decorate your room.”

Nodding her head, Katherine understood now, “Ahh, yes. She did say that she interrogated you.. I hope she wasn’t too crazy. I know how she can get..”

“Nothing that I didn’t expect from such a good friend.” He said, trying to reassure her. Though, Sages words did echo through his mind.. ‘Katherine needs to change. She needs to learn that she deserves love.. And I want you to help me do that.’ But he’d never divulge that to Katherine.

“She’s definitely a good friend,” Katherine chuckled a bit, “We’ve been there for each other.. through a lot. I can see myself growing old with her by my side.. and even at eighty years old, I can see her doing mischievous things.”

Bucky let out a laugh, “I can see that happening. Same with Steve.. He’s the only guy I can see being my best friend for that long.”

Katherine smiled up at him, and he released her hand from his.. Only to wrap his arm around her waist, and bring her closer to him. She couldn’t help the sweet smile on her lips, leaning into his side as they walked down the street. ‘Could this work out..? For real..?’ Her thoughts continued for a moment, as they walked in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable or odd, it was quite the opposite. She rather enjoyed just walking nestled into his side, looking around the city at night. She happened to glance up towards the sky, and let out a soft sigh.

“All these city lights ruin the night sky.” She said, shaking her head as her eyes returned from the sky.

“Yeah.. That’s one of the downsides of being here.” Bucky hummed softly, as if he were thinking.. “You know what? Let’s go somewhere else.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket with his metal hand, and put it up to his ear, calling someone. “Can you bring the car around? I’d like to go somewhere.”

Katherine curiously raised an eyebrow at him as they stopped walking, looking up to his eyes, “Where are we going?”

He smiled to her as he put his phone away, “It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Katherine chuckled a bit, glancing down the street.

“Yeah, it’ll be great. I promise that you’ll like it.” He reassured her, as the car pulled up next to them on the street. He opened the door, and gently ushered her in, “After you, doll.”

Doll.

She couldn't contain her next words, even if she tried, “I think I like hearing you call me that, more than I do hearing my own name.”

Bucky didn’t even try to hide the proud smirk on his lips as they both got into the car, “Good, because I like calling you that.”

—

“How much further? I feel like I’m going to trip over something!”

Bucky's flesh hand was covering Katherine’s eyes, as his other hand rested on her hip, leading her through a room. He wasn't taking the surprise thing lightly, making sure she didn’t know where they were.

“You won’t trip, I’ve got you. Plus…” He maneuvered her around, “We’re here.”

His hand moved away from her eyes, moving to rest on her other hip. Her eyes fluttered open, and went wide at the sight before her. They were in some sort of observatory, the ceiling was a huge dome that was open enough for the ginormous telescope that was in front of them.

“Oh my god.. Can I..?” Katherine turned around in his arms, looking up into his eyes, hesitantly pointing to the telescope.

“After you.” He said with a sweet grin, motioning towards it.

Katherine’s hesitation ended there, turning back around and pulling him with her by his hand to the telescope. He chuckled at her enthusiasm, just allowing her to do what she wanted. She pressed an eye to the eyepiece, and started fiddling with the focus knob. She let out an audible gasp, grinning from ear to ear.

“Look! It’s Orion..” She leaned back, motioning for him to look into the eyepiece.

He did, of course, though his hand never left her side. She watched him as he peered through the telescope, admiring him silently. He really was a great guy.. They got along really well, and he was so kind to her.. And he was very nice to look at. She couldn’t help what she felt, when being so close to him.. She felt safe. It was a scary thought to her. He was the only man that she’d ever felt such security being around him like this..

“It’s beautiful.” He said, leaning back from the telescope, smiling at her.

“Uh, yeah, it is.” She returned the smile, and looked up, peering through the open ceiling.

They stayed there for quite some time, adjusting the telescope to find different constellations. Bucky’s arm stayed wrapped around her waist the whole time, and she didn’t shy away from his touch one bit.

“I always thought this one looked like a cat..”

Bucky chuckled, nodding in agreement, “I can see it..” He hummed, looking down to her face as he thought, “Kat.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Kat?”

“I think it suits you… Kat.” His lips curved into a wide grin, “What do you think?”

Katherine thought about it for a moment, nodding her head slowly before smiling up at him, “If that’s what you’d like to call me.. Then, Kat it is.”

Bucky nodded his head, moving to pull her into his side once more. He parted his lips to say something, but a yawn fell from her lips.

“Geez, sorry..” She chuckled, shaking her head at herself.

“Don’t worry.. It’s getting late, so we should get back home.” He said, gently caressing her side with his hand.

She nodded her head, “Yeah.. It’s been a really great night though, thank you” She smiled up at him, resting her hand on the arm that was wrapped around her.

He smiled, looking down into her eyes, “Of course. Now let’s get you home.”

The ride back was done in comfortable silence. Bucky kept his arm around Katherine, and she leaned into him. As the car stopped in front of the house, Bucky realized.. She fell asleep. He chuckled softly, trying not to disturb her. He carefully maneuvered his arms around her, lifting her up into bridal position as he got out of the car. Clint followed him up the steps, opening the door so he could get Katherine inside.

“I’m going to get her to bed.” Hevwhispered, to which Clint just nodded his head.

“See you in the morning, Barnes.” He whispered, before leaving.

Bucky carefully walked up the stairs, holding Katherine in his arms. He couldn’t help the grin on his face, admiring her. He thought about how beautiful her hair was, it was so long, with a natural wave to it. He thought it was pretty cute, how her nose scrunched up in her sleep. The way that she nuzzled into him as she slept… It warmed his heart. Soon, he was in her bedroom. He carefully took her shoes off her feet, setting them down on the floor. He nudged the covers of the bed away, and slowly tucked her into them.

She hummed softly, a smile curving onto her lips as she felt the bed underneath her. Her subconscious was quick to realize that something was different.. The warmth she had felt when falling asleep, wasn’t there anymore. Her eyes slowly opened, searching for it..

“Bucky?” Her voice came out soft, but it was loud enough to make him stop and turn to look at her.

He was almost to her door, when she called for him. He gave her a sweet smile, “Yeah, Doll?”

She pushed herself up into a sitting position, “I’m sorry I fell asleep.. I was having a really wonderful night with you.” She gave him a shy grin, “I almost don’t want it to end..”

Bucky chuckled, walking back towards her, “Well…” he thought for a moment, “We could.. Watch a movie?”

Katherine’s face lit up, and she nodded, “That sounds great! Uhm…” She looked around the room, “I think I’m going to change.. Put some pajamas on..”

“I’ll do the same. I’ll meet you in the living room?” He suggested, his eyes never leaving her.

“Okay.” She smiled at him, watching as he turned to leave.

After he was out of her room, and the door was shut, she sprung out of her bed. She ran to the bathroom, quickly washing her face and brushing her hair out. She put on some pajama pants, and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs. She couldn’t help the big grin on her face, seeing Bucky on the couch waiting for her. He wore a t-shirt and some basketball shorts, and she just couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering.

“What kind of movie do you wanna watch, Kat?”

Katherine chuckled, rolling her eyes as she came up next to him. She hasn’t announced her presence, did he feel her eyes on him? He gave her a sweet smile, taking her hand into his as she sat next to him.

“Hmm..” She hummed, her eyes going to the television as he turned it on.

“We have access to pretty much every streaming site, so, pick your poison.”

She nodded her head, watching as he scrolled through some options. Her face lit up, “Oh! How about The Proposal? With Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds!”

He chuckled, selecting the movie, “How could I say no to such enthusiasm?”

Katherine chuckled, shrugging her shoulders, “I dunno, but you made a wide choice not saying no.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?”

She smiled, looking up at him, “Mmhmm.”

He let out a scoff of a chuckle, moving to put his arm around her shoulders. They both watched the television as the movie started, Katherine fighting her body.. She was pretty tired, but she didn’t want to leave the comfy bubble she felt when next to Bucky. A chill ran through her body, making her bring her feet up onto the couch, her arms wrapping around her legs.

“Are you cold?” Bucky’s voice asked her, a soft, gentle tone.

She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the screen. He smiled, reaching over to grab the blanket that was folded up on the end of the couch. He spread the blanket out, covering her up with it. Her eyes moved from the screen, up to his eyes with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Bucky nodded to her, wrapping them both up in the big blanket, “I’ll take any excuse there is, to hold you.” His cheeks tinted a slight blush, as his words came out.

Katherine’s face was much worse. A dark blush rose upon her cheeks, though a smile remained on her lips. She scooted herself a bit closer to him, feeling that their thighs touched. With his flesh arm around her shoulders, Bucky’s vibranium hand rose to her face. The cool metal fingertips gently caressed her cheek, his eyes looking down into hers. Those icy, blue orbs.. She often found herself getting lost in them.

“Well I’m certainly not stopping you..” Her voice came out soft.

Bucky chuckled again, this time though.. Something felt different. They were suddenly much closer than before, her head resting on his shoulder, there wasn’t much space separating their faces. She felt his breath across her cheeks, as the cold fingers grazed her skin. She let out a soft hum, her eyes fluttering shut. She felt the arm around her tighten, just enough to pull them even closer together. The cool metallic fingers tucked some hair behind her ear, and when she finally opened her eyes..

“I was wondering if I may…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes flickering between her lips and eyes.

“Kiss me?” She managed to squeak out, her heart thumping against her chest. She raised one her hands up to rest on his chest, while the other arm lifted to rest on top of his that was around her, gently trailing a finger along his jaw.

“Mmhmm..” He leaned into her touch, moving to press a kiss to the inside of the palm of her hand, “Only if you’d like me to, of course..”

Katherine let out a chuckle, “I do.” She hummed softly, “I-I do want you to… Uh… Kiss me.”

Bucky didn’t waste anymore time after hearing that. His hand tilted her head back a bit, and he closed the distance between their faces. He pressed their lips together gently, waiting for a reaction.

Her reaction was more than he expected. Katherine pulled him down further, deepening the kiss. Her heart that was rapidly beating, seemed to all but stop when their lips met. He tasted a bit like the wine they’d had at dinner, mixed with some sort of earthy mint. She didn’t know how else to describe it.

The kiss parted, their eyes opening to stare into each other’s. They stayed close like this, caressing each other, gentle, loving touches..

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait to ask next time.” His voice rang through her ears, a smile on his face.

“You don’t have to.”

As soon as her words were out, he pressed their mouths together again. This time, a bit firmer than before. She gasped into the kiss, not quite expecting it.. Which allowed him to quickly deepen the lock of lips, running his tongue along her lower lip.

Neither of them had any idea how long they sat there, tangled in each others embrace. But when they finally stopped, catching a breath, Katherine wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck. She nuzzled her face under his jaw, both of his arms wrapped around her. Both were perfectly content, comfortable.. Sleep soon took over Katherine once more. Bucky didn’t move a muscle, continuing to hold onto her until he too felt sleepiness overcome him..

“Goodnight Kat…” He whispered into her hair, before pressing a kiss to her head.

[esperanzagalaxy]

this is very specific but would you draw someone comforting Wilde about his facial scar? your stuff is SO cool Im obsessed with the color palettes you did for that finale work!!!

  RQG request #27! worry not, ‘’very specific’’ is what we’re here for! and thank you so much, i actually just made that piece my desktop wallpaper yesterday and it still holds up so well. thanks for the love! <33

  i had to go with hamid because they were scar buddies even before That Episode, and because i’m biased and felt like there weren’t enough hamid reqs >:33 i don’t think this looks as gentle as i’d wanted it to, but hopefully it gets the point across. also i can’t believe how proud i still am of the dancing lights halo. sheesh

 it wasn’t meant to be all that legible, but the transcript is still available below the cut. thanks for your sweet request!! <3

 fineliner and colored pencils on yellow paper.

 ID under the cut!

[ID: a traditional drawing of wilde and hamid. it's drawn with thin black lines on cream paper, and shaded with pinks, oranges and light green. wilde has his long, slightly messy hair pulled back by a hairband, and a yukata that's slipping off of his right shoulder. he's tall and skinny, with tired eyes and a scar across his right cheek. hamid is short and fat, with curly, slicked back hair and a bit of stubble on his chin. he's wearing trousers, slippers, and a plain button-up with rolled-up sleeves, making the spiral scar on his left arm visible. they're sitting in a bed with miscellaneous makeup strewn about, and a little makeup chest to the right. wilde is on the left, sitting somewhat slumped, and smiling weakly at hamid, who sits close by and has his left hand to his right cheek, applying eyeliner to wilde's left eyelid, smiling and speaking calmly. dancing lights spinning in a halo are hovering above them, to the right.

  hamid's text above them reads, "...and they add so much character, you know? there's no reason to hide yourself... or be any less fabulous than you always have been... i think you're still the same as ever... don't be sad, you know? if you need a little touch-up, that's what we're here for...". end ID]

[habibite]

title: bottoms up pairing: tahno/korra (legend of korra) word count: 2.1k

posted on ao3

23:30

“I’m hungry.” “Then maybe you shouldn’t have broken the lock.” “I said I was sorry.”

xxx

21:30

He had purchased the eyeliner because it had been advertised as 100% smudge-proof. 

It was a claim that Tahno had found to be entirely untrue as he leaned over the cool, ceramic countertop, carefully eyeing the black lines that smeared, if only in the slightest, and if only in the sight of his trained eye.

He gave a heavy sigh as he stood straight once more, having done all he could do to attempt fixing the smeared eyeliner, chiding himself with a quiet click of the tongue  for switching from a brand that he had come to trust, to a new brand that he had just heard of the other day. 

“If ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”  The old adage ran through his mind, one his mother frequently quoted, one he fervently hated. 

His hand ghosted over the brass doorknob, and he was almost out, when...

She happened. 

It's the only way to describe it, really.

One moment he was on his way to freedom - sweet, sweet freedom - and the next moment, the door opened on him, the frame hitting him square in the forehead and pushing him back, while a mess of sniffles and tears hurrying in, slamming the door behind her. 

By itself, it wouldn't have really been a problem. He had never seen her cry, and didn’t particularly care to, and was planning to quietly slip out of the bathroom and back into the crowd upstairs. However, when he heard the door click, and  though he didn’t try to open it, he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that - given his luck - he might be stuck with the mess of sniffles and tears for a while.

And that was a problem.

He had come to socialize (if only briefly), to get drunk (well, not drunk drunk. He never really did like the taste of alcohol, per se, but it was a 21st birthday party - and not just any 21st birthday party, but Miss Asami Sato’s 21st birthday party -  so what else was to be expected?  … Not to mention that just a sip more of the wine he had previously been nursing on would have substantially improved his current mood, and to have a good night in general. It had been so long since he had actually been out and about and enjoyed himself. He had quite been looking forward to this night.)

He had certainly not come to be trapped in a bathroom with her. Not under normal circumstances, and certainly not when she was upset. 

Tahno was, by no means, a big believer in Fate. 

He did, however, think that someone, somewhere had a twisted sense of humor. 

It's the only way to explain how it came that he was staring down at the distraught girl who only grew more confused at the fact of another person would be in the same room. 

Hurriedly, she wiped away her away her tears with the back of her hand, crossing her arms defensively, looking up at him with the most annoyed look on her face. 

"What are you doing in here?" And though she wanted her question to come out with a bite, her voice still wavered. 

Tahno's eyebrow quirked as he leaned against the cool counter once more, supporting his weight with one hand, ignoring the stinging sensation that came from the door imprint on his forehead.

(And he hoped that she hadn't seen the tears that had welled in his own eyes upon the contact, and the way he hissed - and, well, he may have cursed, but that's not the point because it didn't hurt that much.)

"I could ask you the same thing," he retorted. His voice was smooth, a practiced tone, despite himself being mildly bewildered. "Don't you know what a closed door means?" 

Her lower lip jutted out in a pout as she moved just a step closer to him, as if challenging him. "I know what it means," she huffed, "But it wasn’t locked.”

“It was locked.” His lips curled into a frown, his own arms crossing over one another. “Before you knocked it in.” 

Because, really, that was the only plausible explanation. Tahno getting older, though… certainly he wasn’t becoming so scatter-minded so soon. 

He huffed at the thought (though perhaps she thought he was huffing at her, because her mood only darkened to the point where Tahno could actually feel it.)

(And it felt mildly frightening.)

“Is there something you needed?” He asked, dry humor edging into his voice. “Or did you just come here to bother me?”

“I didn’t come down here for you.” Her eyes narrowed - he had never seen her in such a foul mood before - giving him one last look before turning on her heel for the door. “As much as I know that hurts your feelings.” With the off-handed comment, she twisted at the handle and -

Ah.

Just as he had thought, it didn’t budge. 

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

In spite of himself, Tahno chuckled. The exasperation in her voice, mixed with her vocalization of his exact thoughts, was oddly funny. 

"You broke it."

"No, I didn't."

"You came in like a rhinopotamus. You broke it."

"If it had been locked, I wouldn't have come in."

She had turned now, looking at him, her hands balled in tight fists at her sides. He still hadn't moved from his spot against the counter. 

(And, the pain in his head had gone down quite a bit, thank you very much.)

"It was lo-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. Again, he huffed, the sharp exhale blowing at the strands of fringe that had rested against his forehead. "It doesn't matter." Though the tenseness in his voice made her think that it did indeed matter, and it gave her some small pleasure to know that it seemed to irk him. "What matters is if you can unbreak it." 

"I already tried, Pretty Boy." Her hands unballed - thank you - and rested on her hips instead. "Unless you'd like to try."

"I'll leave the brute force to you." His lips pursed, briefly. "I didn't come to throw myself against the door. But, I suppose I also didn't come to spend my night with you." A smirk tugged at the corner at his lips, not entirely from good humor. "Tonight's full of surprises, isn't it, Uhvatar?" 

If her mood had lightened any, it was gone as soon as he finished his sentence. 

"Apparently."  She shifted, turning towards the door as if, by sheer willpower, it would open. 

22:15

"No one's coming." 

"Shut up."

She had taken up a perch on top of the counter, watching as he paced, worrying tracks into the plush carpet. 

"They would have come a long time ago."

"I said, shut up."

Though he was a bit hurt that Ming and Shaozu hadn't come after him.

"Whatever, Mr. Grumpy Hair."

(He found that he liked it much better when she had taken a vow of silence against him.)

22:30

"You're going to burn Asami's rug."

He looked at her - still on the counter - and frowned. "Do you have a better idea?"

"Not yet."

22:35

"Have you tried yelling?"

He groaned. Loudly. 

22:37

"I have to go to the bathroom."

 "... Are you kidding?"

"Yes."

22:40

He had given up pacing for sitting, the tips of his toes touching the bottom drawers of the cabinet. 

"This is ridiculous."

"I agree."

"This is your fault."

Korra scrunched her nose - again, ridiculous - and he second guessed his position on the floor when she had to look down at him. "So call your fan club to bail you out." 

22:45

"How much longer do you think the party will last?"

"You don't know much about parties, do you?"

"No." 

"A couple more hours. At least." 

She sighed, sliding off of the counter and onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest - and how she did it with the dress she had on, he wasn't quite sure. 

Of all the pranks that life had played on him in his twenty-three years of living, this one, by far, took the cake. 

Had he known that, when the Sato princess invited him and the Wolfbats to her birthday party, he would be where he was right now, well… 

He might have rethought his RSVP.

They had been in the small bathroom (that seemed to be getting smaller) for at least an hour now. Maybe two.

(….Had it been three?)

(Surely not.)

Tahno tried to think of the longest he had ever spent with her, and his mind could only recall the brief moments in the locker rooms before a Pro Bending match. 

(Because somehow the Fire Ferrets were still a team.)

(And, though he would never admit it, she was an enjoyable opponent, and seemed to be the one person he had found in his career that could evenly matched against him.)

 23:00

"I'm sorry." 

"Yeah."

23:15

Despite the thickness of the walls, the rain fell heavily enough for them to hear, and lightning hit hard enough for them to feel the vibration of the thunder. The flickering of the lights gave him enough of an excuse to pretend he didn't notice the momentary look of fear in her eyes. 

(Not that he had been looking at her eyes.)

"I didn't know it was suppose to rain." 

"So it seems."

"... Do you think the lights will go out?"

 "I'm not an electrician, Korra."

"Oh."

"Are you scared?" 

"No!" 

He laughed a laugh that made him throw his head back. "I can't believe it -"

"Shut up."

"- Our Avatar, afraid of a thunder storm." 

She turned her head, unwilling to meet his gaze. "I'm not afraid." 

He hummed, the reverberation getting lost in his throat. "If you say so." 

And that was that.

23:20

"Hey. When you came in here, you were crying. Why?" He hadn't really meant for the words to come out. It wasn’t that he really cared. Girls cried all the time.

(But it was something different when Korra cried.) 

And besides, it was boring to sit in silence.

(And she had seem really upset.) 

"I wasn't."

A quirk of his eyebrow challenged her words. 

"Mako broke up with me." Her voice made her seem smaller than she already was with her knees pressed tightly against her chest. 

"Again?"

"Yeah."

"Hm." 

"Surprises, right?" She looked over to him, a crooked grin on her face. (Though it wasn't one he knew her to wear.) 

      "Yeah."

"Mako's surprised to see Asami in that gown - " And it was a nice gown, Tahno mused. It fit in all the right places and - "And my surprise when he tells me it's over. Just like that." She snapped her fingers for emphasis. 

23:22

"Don't worry about him." 

23:30

“I’m hungry.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have broken the lock.”

“I said I was sorry.”

23:40

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“What were you doing in here?”

Tahno frowned - he really needed to stop doing that - as he thought of the hateful, overpriced, falsely advertised, pencil stick that brought him here.

(But it hadn’t turned out all bad.) 

“What do you think, Uh-vatar?”

“... I feel like it has something to do with the stuff you put on your eyes.” 

23:32

“I could always burn the door down.”

“No.”

“But -”

“No.”

“I thought you wanted out.”

“I do,” Tahno’s voice was curt - he hadn’t moved from his position on the floor and was starting to feel a tad stiff - and he eyed her warily, as if the very moment he took his eyes off of her, she would ignite the room in flames. “However, I would like to leave without this house burning down.”

“Suit yourself.” And she only sounded mildly offended when she shrugged her shoulders. “Priss.”

23:35

“It’s still raining.”

“Yes.”

“...It never rains in the Southern Water Tribe.” She stretched her legs out so that they were parallel to his, her hands resting on her thighs. 

“I hear it’s a desert.” 

“So I’m not use to it.”

“Are you admitting to being scared?” The lack of taunting in his voice surprised her.

“No,” She replied evenly, drawing out the syllable, her arms coming up and over her head, awkwardly stretching before her hands settled back in her lap. “I’m just… not use to it.”

“Okay.”

As if on cue, the roll of thunder - that had quieted down- rumbled, loudly, making her at-ease posture fade quickly as she jumped. Her eyes widened, if only for a moment, frantically scanning the room before locking on his form.

(Honestly?)

“I thought you said -”

“I’m not afraid.” Though the whine in her voice suggested otherwise to him.

He laughed, nudging the tip of his boot against her leg. 

“Okay.” 

(He couldn’t wait to tell Ming and Shaozu about this.)

(Then again…)

(They didn’t need to know, did they?)

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Part 1.1: Pride

3,300 words - Tu Tela, Tigh Barrows, Sienne Pelet, Aeryn Meak

Warnings: fantasy discrimination (not racism or homo/transphobia, though it's adjacent in ways to magic ableism)

i completely forgot to explain in-world lmao but this wip is mostly for my dnd group, where we all know that NASA actually stands for "Neuroanatomical Augmentation in Superelectronic Advancement," it's basically for cyborg shit but it also involves things like the study of eximium (to be explained) which highly effects cyborg shit. look i went overboard a little, i came up with this acronym to replace real-world nasa years ago sksksk

anyway, here's the next chapter of Tu's part!

☼☼☼-

When Tu first sees Tigh, she knows she was meant for Lust, because hot damn does he look pretty.

Then his coworker says “I’m Sienne!” in the most grating combination of a Canadian and southern accent Tu’s ever heard. “Where’re ya from, eh?”

That would be a hard question, if Tu wasn’t incredibly prepared for every single aspect of this assignment. “Moonviewe,” she says proudly.

Sienne frowns, little laugh lines crinkling the dark skin by her mouth. “Really? I used to live there! Didn’t know someone else had moved in after I left, I mean we get so few people…”

Of course Sienne would be one of the only ten people to live on Moonviewe. Fucking of course, she would. Tu watches as the wires sticking out of her two hair buns spark harmlessly. “I only lived there for a bit, but I consider it home,” Tu says politely, her voice sickly sweet.

“Huh,” Sienne says, shrugging carelessly. “That’s more than I ever cared for it!”

“So interesting,” Tu says. Her smile aches. “Anyway, I’m Tu. And you are..?” She leans forward, toward the man somewhat hiding behind Sienne.

“Tigh,” he says finally, stepping out from behind her. He smiles nervously. “Uh, Tigh Barrows. Nice to meet you.”

Tigh does not look like a scientist, let alone a successful one. He has fluffy, curly black hair that looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days, he’s wearing eyeliner that has been accidentally smeared and yet doesn’t quite cover the bags under his eyes, and his lab coat has an entire bottle of Redbull sticking out of the pocket.

He’s cute, though. Korean, dark eyes, genuine smile. Wearing a dark green hoodie and sinfully tight skinny jeans under his lab coat, black studs in his ears, bracelets around his wrists that jangle when he reaches out his hand for Tu to shake. He looks like he started on the goth aesthetic and then got bored halfway through. It kind of works, in a very… dorky kind of way.

“It is nice,” Tu says, somewhat dreamily, as she shakes his hand. Oh, here she goes again—she’s so prone to crushes, it’s insane. Well, but it’s nice, too, isn’t it? She’s not sure she’d give that particular trait away, even if she had the choice.

This time, though, it can’t go anywhere. This mortal will be in Hell by the end of the week; he’ll just be a pretty face passing by.

Works for Tu!

“Uh, so,” Tigh says, clearing his throat. Tu startles a little and drops his hand, but he just smiles. “How long have you been working here at NASA?”

“Oh, I’m a new hire,” Tu says brightly.

“A new-” Tigh’s smile turns strained. “Sorry, what?”

“What do you mean, a new hire!?” Sienne shrieks. “It took us years to get promoted to this department!”

“Seven years, precisely,” Tigh mumbles, his gaze fixed on the floor somewhere behind Tu. He doesn’t seem entirely there, his attention taken by the idea of Tu getting so far so fast. Oh, this assignment will be easy.

“Wow, such a long time!” Tu says. She uses her demon powers—which appear spectacularly similar to the broad magic a lucky few mortals possess—to make herself a simple blue chair to lounge on. “I didn’t even get an interview, weirdly.”

Tigh’s face looks tense, like he can’t decide whether to be awed, or angry, or hurt. Sienne makes the decision for him and scowls. “Oh. So you weren’t hired for your skills, you were hired for your magic,” she says dryly, unimpressed.

“Then again,” Tigh says weakly, trying to be optimistic, “it would be nice to have someone with magic around so our research could go more smoothly. I mean, if Tu’s willing, we could get blood samples and eximium scans from her instead of having to ask the supervisor for volunteers.” He looks up at Tu again, seeming to grow more excited as he speaks. “Wait, yeah, this could be great!”

Sienne grabs his shoulders, spinning him around to face her. “We worked up from interns, Tigh, and now she’s just barging in-”

“And she’s here now,” Tigh says pointedly, eyes flicking over to Tu for a second, “so there’s no point in making her feel bad for something she can’t help.”

Sienne is quiet for a moment. Then she huffs and shrugs. “Fine! Whatever you say, maverick.”

Tu freezes.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she asks quietly.

“Maverick,” Sienne says, turning back to her with a broad smile. She doesn’t look teasing, or mean—just talking. “Blank slate, traddie, plastic, you get the gist. People without powers.”

“That’s a slur,” Tu says angrily, her blood boiling as she moves to her feet and takes a step closer to Sienne.

“Can it really be a slur when traditional people are the majority? You’re one of the five percent, sweetcheeks! Blank slate over here isn’t just the tradition or whatever, he’s the default!”

Tu’s arm shoots out to grab the lapels of Sienne’s lab coat and yank her closer. “Stop. Fucking. Calling him that.”

Tigh makes a startled noise and squeezes himself in between them, pulling Tu’s hands off Sienne’s coat and pushing Sienne away. “Hey, hey, it’s fine! Look, she’s traditional too—at least, she is now—and she’s kind of right—I mean, what does it matter?” He laughs anxiously, eyes flicking between the two girls. “I don’t mind, really, not from her.”

Tu narrows her eyes at Sienne, but then she crosses her arms and looks away. “You shouldn’t let her treat you like that,” she grumbles, but she doesn’t press.

(She remembers her mother, back from when she was alive. She remembers how her mother would praise her for continuing the family legacy of having magic, how her mother would force her into training sessions and interviews and PR fronts, how her mother would condemn all the crowds of ‘normal’ people with their lack of powers that made them so useless, how her mother would scream at her and put her into horribles situations and tell her how she’s not good enough and-)

(And, well, Hell is a relief compared to that.)

“Right,” Tigh says, grateful for the way out. “Well, compromise, right? Don’t say that kind of shit around Tu, Sienne. And Tu, don’t, uh… bodily attack your coworkers. Please.”

Tu figures this is not the kind of first impression she was intended to make. But, then again, maybe it’ll convince Tigh that he’s more deserving of the upcoming promotion than she is…? Either way, this certainly isn’t going to plan, and it makes Tu a little nervous. She nods her agreement to Tigh and tries to seamlessly move to one of the workstations, ending the conversation, and Tigh and Sienne let her. God, what a disaster.

Looking over the workstation, though, she finds she has absolutely no idea what to do. There are vials of variously-colored liquids, tiny machines she’s never even seen before, jars of powdered metal that might be the eximium that gives mortals magic. What is she supposed to do with any of us? She doesn’t even know how to pretend to be busy here.

So she decides to get to work on a second impression. She scans the room, feels a stab of gratefulness that Sienne and Tigh are now well separated, and then sidles up next to Tigh. “Hey,” she says quietly, almost a whisper. She’d rather Sienne not hear her. “I’m a little confused… but you seem to know what you’re doing. Could you help me out?”

“Sure,” Tigh says, seeming a bit confused himself but willing nonetheless. “What do you need help with?”

Tu laughs nervously. “Um… everything?”

“What do you mean? Like, is there a specific thing you’re confused about or-”

“All of it. Just, all of it. Maybe you could show me what to do…?”

Okay, fine. So maybe she’s flirting a little bit. But what’s the harm in that? Hell, this could help a lot. If she gets real close to him, praises him, compliments him, tells him he’s the best guy she’s ever known, that’ll definitely boost his pride! And so what if Tu gets something out of it as well? That’s just an unintended benefit.

“I mean… I guess?” Tigh moves over, allowing Tu to stand beside him. He sounds uncomfortable, but when Tu glances up at him out of the corner of her eye, he’s smiling with a light dusting of pink across his high cheekbones. Oh, she’s in.

He begins tinkering with a tiny machine part on the table, explaining as he goes. “This is part of one of my current projects,” he says. “It needed a better eximium sensor—wait, you know what eximium is, right?”

“‘Course I do,” she says, because who doesn’t? “But I like hearing your voice, so tell me anyway.”

Tigh’s blush gets heavier, and he fumbles the screwdriver in his hand for a second. “Uh- Right, sure, yeah! So, eximium is the metal that everyone has in their blood. It contributes to your immune system, but also—for a small bit of the population—it activates in such a way as to give you a very malleable sort of magic, or powers. Thing is, eximium is still a metal, which means that we can manipulate it with the right machines.”

“Which is what you’re doing,” she replies.

“What I’m trying to do,” he corrects her with a little smile. “It’s… not going so great. But, I mean, I’m making progress!”

“Tell me more about it?” she asks, leaning against the table.

He looks away, grinning. “You have to work at least a little bit,” he says teasingly.

“Well, if you insist,” Tu replies. She picks up a tiny screwdriver and starts poking at a motherboard.

“Wha- Stop, what are you doing?” Tigh asks through peels of laughter, and Tu pauses.

“I- I dunno? I’m copying you!”

“Why?” Tigh asks, seeming even more amused.

“I don’t know! I just… I wasn’t really given a goal here!”

Tigh shakes his head in a way that Tu might call fond, if they’d known each other for a little bit longer. “Okay,” he says, putting his work down to turn his full attention to her. “Tell me about your magic.”

“Oh.” She tries to reign in her surprise and reply normally. “Uh… It’s transmutation, mostly. My favored magic turns air into solid air, in basically any shape. I can use it to ‘fly,’ to shield myself, to-”

“Create things?”

“Yeah, why?”

Tigh pushes Tu’s motherboard and tiny screwdriver further onto the table, clearing a space in front of her. “How intricate can you get?”

“Very,” Tu brags with a little smirk. She waves her hand, and a perfect replica of the motherboard appears on the table, made of light blue solid air.

“Amazing,” Tigh whispers, breathing out in awe. “Holy shit, Tu. Okay, so- Maybe you can try to create something with your solid air, instead of with the parts we have lying around?”

“Huh,” Tu says. She’s used to being told to use her magic before anything else, but this feels… different? This feels like seeking out her talents to make things easier on her rather than forcing her to be the best she can be with magic. It still stings a little, but… she’s willing to hear him out. “What do I create, then? Anything?”

“They didn’t tell you what your job was, apparently,” Tigh says, almost in a grumble. “Which means you’re free to go buckwild. Who’s gonna stop you? The supervisors who didn’t even give you a lick of guidance?” He shrugs. “Might as well take advantage of it until they catch on. Just make something cool.”

“Something cool,” Tu echoes, considering. “Hmm… okay. I will.”

Tigh doesn’t ask her to go back to an empty workstation. He doesn’t try to shoo her away. They work side by side, and when Tigh has to move to a different area for parts or tools or data, she moves with him. He smiles down at his work every time.

Whenever Sienne bumps into them or joins them at a table, she is infuriatingly friendly. She jokes with Tu (Tu does not joke back), she smiles at Tu, hell, she even flirts with Tu a couple times! And she just won’t stop. Tigh doesn’t seem to think this is anything out of the ordinary, so maybe she’s like that with everyone? But that doesn’t make it any less annoying, considering Tu kind of hates her more every time she opens her mouth.

“Hey,” Tu says when the work day is almost over—it’s amazing how fast it flew by. She thought this part would be really boring, but it wasn’t. Not at all. “I moved here for the job… I don’t suppose you could show me around town? Maybe take me out for coffee?”

Tigh lights up, and Tu can’t help but grin. “Oh, hell yeah! We can go to CC Brews, my friends co-own the place,” Tigh says brightly.

“Sounds perf-”

“Sienne can come too!”

Tu’s eyes twitches.

“Ohhh,” she says, her smile feeling sharp. “Cool. That sounds so great.”

Tigh doesn’t notice a damn thing wrong, apparently, because he just nods with that big smile on his face as he packs up his things. “You wanna walk there now? It’s not too far from the NASA complex.”

“Sure,” Tu says, resigning herself to her fate. “Why not.”

☼☼☼-

Sienne leads most of the conversation herself for the entire walk to the coffee shop, which is at the very top of Crown Street, where it intersects with Eximiott Plaza. Tigh tries to include Tu whenever he can, but Sienne seems intent on making her as uncomfortable as possible. Tu wishes she was a Lust demon just so it would hurt even more when she rejected Sienne.

(Is she pretty? Yes. Fine, yes. Is she annoying? Oh god yes. Tu thinks there’s no recovering from that level of obnoxiousness.)

When they finally reach CC Brews, though, the look on Tigh’s face is almost worth it. He looks like he’s coming home.

(Not that Tu would know the feeling. How should she know what home is meant to feel like when she’s only ever been judged by her glory?)

“Tigh!” shouts a cheery man’s voice, and then a short, plump man with bright red hair and a face full of freckles bursts through the glass doors of the shop. He waves ecstatically at Tigh and then runs to meet him, throwing his arms around the scientist and squeezing him tightly.

Tigh laughs, hugging him back with a pleased look on his face. “Hey, Aeryn. Rough day?”

“No, but Nora’s busy and you haven’t visited in days,” the guy pouts. Damn, he’s cute too. Every day Tu gets closer to applying for Lust. …Not really. “I’m lonely.”

“Well, good news,” Tigh says, pulling away. “I’m here, and I bought friends!”

“Come on in then!” Aeryn says, gesturing for Tu and Sienne to follow him inside. He seats them at a table near the counter, and pats Sienne on the shoulder with one hand while he digs a notebook out of his pocket with the other. “Nice to see you again, Sienne. And you are…?”

“Tu,” Tu replies. She winks. “Very nice meeting you too.”

Aeryn giggles and takes their orders, but Tu notices that Tigh looks a bit… tense? Once Aeryn leaves, she focuses on Tigh and tries to send thoughts into his mind—a demon power she rarely needs to use, but she did say she’d do her best on this assignment. She’d better use her strongest techniques.

You’re so much better than Aeryn, Tu blasts into Tigh’s head, careful to make it sound like his own voice. Why is she flirting with him?

Tigh furrows his eyebrows. Sienne looks between him and Tu in confusion, but then Tigh shakes his head and looks up, giving Tu a slightly strained smile. “Uh, do you- would you want Aeryn’s number?”

“Oh,” Tu says, frowning. Well, that… didn’t go as planned. “No thanks. I’d rather hang out with you at the moment.”

It’s not the end of the world. She just wasn’t trying hard enough; she didn’t think it’d be a hard sell. Next time, she’ll put more weight into it!

“So!” she says loudly, ready to dive back into normal conversation. “Tell me more about this science shit, pretty boy.”

Tigh blushes. “I- There’s not much to tell,” he stammers. “I’m sure you remember the basics from wherever you went to college for eximium and augmentation stuff.”

“Oh, but we’re going way beyond the basics,” Sienne boasts, leaning back on her chair with her hands on her hips. “I’m working on nanotech for surgeries, and Tigh over here is doing finishing touches on a metal-clearer.”

“A what?” Tu asks, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s actually called a Magic Rake,” Tigh butts in uncertainly.

“And it’s brilliant!” Sienne trills.

Tigh blushes, taking a quick moment to glare at Sienne. “I’m- Look, I’m still working out the kinks,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “But I’m getting closer! At least it does the job now, even if it’s not always that reliable.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s amazing work,” Tu says, trying to urge him on. “Like Sienne said. Brilliant.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that,” Tigh laughs.

Tu opens her mouth to tell him otherwise, but then Aeryn appears with their drinks. He burned her espresso on purpose, just like she requested, and she greedily gulps it down before he can even set down the second cup she asked for. Aeryn laughs good-naturedly, and Tu grins up at him.

“Tired?” he asks.

“Always,” Tu replies, and Tigh laughs in agreement—Aeryn scrounged up an entire Redbull from god knows where to bring to Tigh—and the conversation moves from there. Tu never has a chance to move it back to Tigh’s supposed aptitude for eximium science.

…She has a good time though. She has a really good time. She goes back to her temporary apartment afterward, and for a moment, she forgets to think about the assignment at all. She just thinks about how damn nice it is that Tigh must thinks she’s the world’s biggest disaster when it comes to NASA’s science, and yet he still seems to like her. She knew fuck-all about the job she’s supposed to be good at, she didn’t show off the magnitude of her magic, by all means she came off as completely useless-

And he likes her anyway.

Tu shakes the thought from her head. Wow, she met a person who wasn’t a dick. It’s not that new, not that shiny and special; she has friends in Pride who like her well enough, she has Izzy who couldn’t care less about her magic or her Tempting statistics. Still, Izzy has to stay in the Circle of Sloth most of time, so they don’t get to visit each other that often, and all of Tu’s friends in Pride are more of work friends than anyone else.

Tigh has friends who feel like a family, who he can tease and joke with and love without fear. And he accepted her into that group without thinking twice.

It doesn’t matter, Tu tells herself again. It’ll just make the job a bit more… enjoyable? Kind?

She’ll get through it. She’ll win, she’ll be the best damn demon Miss Lane has ever seen, she’ll solve this cold case in a couple of weeks, max!

She marks a date on her calendar, three weeks from now on the 24th of May. Bam. By then, she’ll be ready to return to Miss Lane with the good news.

☼☼☼-

taglist: @wildswrites, @ceph-the-writing-spook

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If your skeleton boys could get tattoos what would it be?

(It doesn’t have to be all of them)

Ooh! I like this one!

I feel like the guys could get tattoos??

Their bones are quite malleable-i don’t think they could express very well if they weren’t-

They aren’t real skeletons after all! Magic, an’ all that jazz. (Ooh, now that’s a good book title…)

But i feel like they don’t know that? And i do have to say, even with their bones being softer, the technique would need tougher needles…

But i’m getting side tracked!

Everest would get a simple forest tattoo, with mt. Ebbott and a likeness of his house on his ulna like this

And some simple vines and snowflakes scattered around, including a small flake just next to/under one of his eyes

Paladin would have his sword going down his spine

And i can see him having a tattoo he got when he was drunk (which, while he won’t admit it, he’s actually kinda happy with it-)

It’s a meatball on a plate of spaghetti wearing a scarf and sunglasses, with the text “So Cool” in the Papyrus font.

Everest brings it up whenever he can at parties to embarrass the fuck out of him lol

I feel like Stitcher would have the most out of them, with maybe only wasp coming in at a close second

Mainly tribal-looking, or “badass” stuff, like “teeth” on each of his vertebrae, or the likeness of his blasters on his scapula…

And of course he’d get a criss-cross stitch pattern on his sternum!

Wasp would have, well, a wasp, probably with a knife, or some fire maybe

Like, just one, really near-cringeworthy cliché “badass” tattoo of that, and the rest would be different flame patterns going up his arms

Some flowers, some plain lines on his ribs

Cobalt would get a small look-alike of his hammer, upside-down on the back of his neck, and some blueberries with flora

Small, simple vines down one of his arms, too…

And maybe a small star or two just under his eye, like his og design had

A very simple man

Gauntlet would get something like Stitcher’s- A look-alike of his own blaster on his scapula -but it takes up more space, and the colours are an inverted black and white

He would also get a small, purple rose on his radius

Hadés would get a small crown on the back of his neck, just below most collars on shirts

A very pretty replica of his sword on his sternum…

And maybe some permanent eyeliner who knows-

Taurus wouldn’t really bother, maybe unless his brother asked him

But if he did, he and Leo would have matching tattoos on their scapula of their corresponding constellation! (Aww :D!)

Taurus would get Leo, and Leo would get Taurus

Bee would get almost exclusively florals, and comes in third for most tattoos that would be had

I imagine he would get a really nice and extremely detailed (and quite expensive-) large tattoo that takes up his whole left scapula, it’s a chunk of honeycomb laying in a pile of beautiful florals with a couple bees

It’s in medium pastel colours and it look gorgeous, it’s the one he’s most happy with

He also has an omage to his brother (is that how it’s spelled? I think that’s how it’s spelled…), a single, simple blue vine going down his arm

Hidden by the other florals, but easily found if you’re looking for it

I don’t think Sweets/Spud or Teddy would have any

But they might have one that represents the other, bc of course

Teddy would have a small monster candy with some simple, but cute, extra lining on his scapula

And Spud would have a teddy bear on his sternum

(And bc i’m self-indulgent asf even in my own au, teddy might have a line from the middle his bottom teeth to his chin to mirror my persona’s mark ;3)

[cepheusgalaxy]

ein [placeholder name]

Arielle

[image descriptions: two picrews in different artstyles of a girl with curtain bangs, grey eyes and white hair wearing cute black clothes. the second one has significantlly longer hair than the first. /end id.]

Basic info: Arielle (she/her and they/them)

Background: Patrouilleur (term for the people who defend the magic country) in Onemia, the magic country.

Role: The protagonist.

Main traits: Stoic, caring, empathic, pacifistic

*Notes: She's a tough girl. Bigender.

Kaiki

[image description: picrew of a boy with brown skin and short, wavy blond hair. his eyebrows are dark as wellas his eyes, and he wears a colorful pink & yellow button up shirt with blue sleeves. a speech bubble with a broken heart points to him and he has yellow sparkles on his face. his expression is slightly aannoyed. /end id]

Basic info: Kaiki (he/him)

Background: Normal guy (called ambue in this setting) who accidentally won at magician lottery and now got sent to this magic school

Role: Co-protagonist

Main traits: Cynic, easily annoyed, very good friend, reserved

*Notes: Very very transgender and also very aroace. The picrew is inaccurate, he actually has pigtails.

Lis

[image description: a very small in scale uncolored reference of a short girl with medium curly hair, short trousers, sport shoes and a crop top under a big and puffy jacket. the drawing was made in lined paper and there are faint notes all around her. she has a devillish smile and wears long sockets. /end id.] (old doodle)

Basic info: Lis (she/her)

Background: Ambue to magician pipeline as well, comes from a wealthy family

Role: Co-protagonist

Main traits: Chaotic, reckless, positive, malicious

*Notes: Part of her character arc is to find out she's pansexual. Her outfit is also in the pansexual pride flag colors. Has albinism and dyslexia.

Simba

Basic info: Simba (he/him)

Background: Youngest but heir prince of Onemia, has military training

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Cool-headed, subservient, loyal, mature, calm, soft

*Notes: He's sensorily disabled in some way I just don't know how yet. He's a very chill prince. He breaks the rules sometimes.

Lucy

[image description: a semirealistic picrew, showing a white blonde girl with short boyish hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue jacket. her expression is serious but she is blushing a litte. /end id]

Basic info: Lucy (she/it)

Background: Ambue to magician as well, is half usamerican and actually grew up there. She is living with her grandmother now for highschool

Role: Main character

Main traits: Self-aware, soft, caring, sweet

*Notes: Loses her memory at some point and becomes Fennice White. She's super trans and I love her.

Lali

[image descriptions: a drawing and a picrew. the first one is a pencil doodle of a fat guy with lipstick and a short bob cut. he wears a black bra and shorts and a transparent shirt on top of that, has an annoyed expression and one hand on his hip. the secons one is a headshot of the same black guy wearing subtle lipstick, eyeliner, golden earrings and a pink fur coat over a pink bra. there are sparkles around him. /end id]

Basic info: Lali (he/him)

Background: Comes from a wealthy family in Onemia and is considered a genius and a prodigy in the magical field. He’s got mommy and daddy issues.

Role: Main character

Main traits: Arrogant, moral, proud, excitable, loud

*Notes: You can't see it here but he's black and most of his clothes are pink. Has NPD. I love him sm.

Luna

Basic info: Luna (she/her)

Background: Kaiki’s slightly younger and more socially adept sister. Never becomes a magician and lives with him, their other two sisters and their aunt in a not very wealthy home.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Cocky, social butterfly, stoic, feisty

*Notes: Also has a self discovery arc. Cis girl to multigender pipeline. Also a little like if the Mean Girls were a tween (she's 14yo). She's nice. Assigned song: Boyfriend by Cameron Dove

Giulia

Basic info: Giulia (she/her)

Background: Onemian Patrouilleur and Arielle’s colleage and queerplatonic situationship partner.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Playful, competent

*Notes: She doesn't have anything close to a design yet :(

Margeoux

Basic info: Margeoux (she/her)

Background: Onemia’s Grand-Countess (ruler, like a queen)

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Strict, dry and sharp, coolheaded

*Notes: The cis mom. I have all of her family's baggage and history on my notes.

Taylor

Basic info: Taylor (he/him)

Background: The Grand-Countess’s oldest (alive) son. He backed out from the heirship line and had all of his three older siblings die before Simba was born. He has a military job.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Protective, family guy, nervous

Helena

Basic info: Helena (she/her)

Background: A military commander in Onemia. Getting married with an ambue (a guy from a special operation of collaboration between the ambue and Onemia).

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Lighthearted, focused

Alice

Basic info: Alice (she/her)

Background: Kaiki’s aunt and his mother’s older sibling. She took his and his sisters’ guard when their parents were divorced and lives with them.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Patient, responsible, observational, lighthearted

Tatiana

[image description: pencil doodle of the side profile of a black girl with an undercut and her hair tied in a bun, wearing a kitten themed mask. there are a lone of notes and lines pointint to her and she has freckles. /end id] (old doodle lmao)

Basic info: Tatiana (she/her)

Background: Kaiki’s older sister. Has the most memories of when their parents were still together and holds some grudge for her mother. In college.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Playful, sarcastic, focused

*Notes: Autistic and apl. Her favorite color is green.

Estella

Basic info: Estella (she/her/it)

Background: Kaiki’s baby sister. She has very few memories of when their parents were together, and is the youngest out of the four siblings. She is still in elementary school.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Curious, humble/understanding, excitable

Adalia

Basic info: Ade (she/her)

Background: Chief of a special operations squad who works for the government of Anglony, another magical country, located near the United Kingdom. She is young.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Responsible, friendly, serious, caring

Pamela

Basic info: Pam (she/her)

Background: Ade’s “right hand”. She trusts her a lot and obeys her first and foremost, even when they disagree (often).

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Reckless, caring, loyal, feral

Lola

[image description: portrait pencil doodle of a black woman with a sharp jaw and long curly hair with asymetrical bangs. she has proeminent cheekbones and one single earring and a suspitious expression. the drawing was made on lined paper and there are a few notes surrounding her, but the most proeminent is a "Lolla" written right below her. /end id] (outdated spelling, don't mind me)

Basic info: Lola (she/her)

Background: Onemia’s Viscountess (the Grand-Countess’ wife, a little below her in rank) and Simba and Taylor’s biological mother. She is also a notorious political figure, and was so even before entering the Prime Family.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Formal, responsible, cold, observational

*Notes: The trans mom. I have her full-body design ready too.

Clarissa

Basic info: Clari (she/her)

Background: Tatiana’s college friend and queerplatonic partner. Is friends with Tati’s siblings.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Fun, simple-minded, caring

*Notes: I don't like her name so I'm thinking on changing that.

Alvaro

Basic info: Alvo (he/they)

Background: [Unknown.] He is from a pro-war group that helps doing experiments on Kaiki in a later arc to test out a new magic body mod, and was created to be Kai’s whumper.

Role: Minor antagonist.

Main traits: Ruthless, minutious, sadistic, mean

*Notes: Has heterochromia :) Idk what his deal is, actually.

note: this one has the largest cast so far. Many supporting characters, you can see.

[savannahsdeath]

Masc Ellie with veryyyy fem reader😍 reader has been begging to co ellies eyeliner for a week and Ellie finally caves and says yes, so reader like straddles her to do it then they fuck after bc Ellie gets turned on

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, strap (r!receiving), praising, sliight crying

writers note: writing this was so fun omg !! i need to write more of doing ellies makeup✍️✍️

"stop moving!" you frowned, the opened eyeliner probably already dry, since you've been trying to do it for good dozens of minutes now.

ellie was sitting on the edge of the bed and you placed yourself on her lap, wrapping your legs around hers. you kept shifting as the rough fabric of her jeans was starting to disturb you. sometimes you could even feel her strap, waiting for you beneath her boxers. you had no idea why would she wear it in such a random moment, though she'd jokingly explain it with a; 'i'm telling you, it's attached to my body.'

"you're the one moving all the time!" she laughed, gripping your thighs to hold you in place.

"whatever." you mumbled, knowing she's right. "now, don't blink."

your lips parted in pure focus and your hips raised to match her eye level, as you brushed her skin, leaving a thin black string on her lash line. she mumbled a curse under her breath, stroking circles on your thighs to reassure herself.

"so cute." you cupped her chin and slightly pulled away to take a look at her face. you still didn't finish, but you already managed to do a lot, what was a success considering ellie's hate for makeup. only on her, of course - she loved watching you do your sweet, feminine routine, but she refused to believe she'd look good in all that.

you leaned down, pressing your hips back to her crotch and giving her a peck on her nose bridge. one of your hands, the one that was holding her jaw and the eyeliner at once, almost draw a thick line on her cheek as ellie surprisingly bent down, connecting your lips in a slow, sloppy kiss.

you giggled, pulling her away. "m' not finished!"

you were getting ready to continue, when you felt her knee bouncing, making your whole body move too. you let out a light mewl, forcefully grabbing her head in order to ignore her movement and finish what you started. but you couldn't. you watched your hand shake, and you didn't want to risk drawing on her actual eye, because eyeliner isn't really made on eye, though ellie probably thought so.

"stop moving." you ordered, trying to sound stern while pressing your hips even further down, hoping to pin her legs down.

it worked, but you had to pay a price too. now you were in a really awkward situation, feeling your dress settle down around your body, making only your thin panties separate your pussy from her jeans. your body slightly trembled and you slid closer to ellie's face, the friction making you gulp.

"what's wrong, doll?" she asked in a worried, concerned tone, which was probably faker than your forced reassurance;

"nothing."

you took a deep breath and your lips parted again, as you finished her makeup by doing the eyeliner in one swift movement. you put it aside, on the nightstand, before grabbing ellie's face and scanning it again. she huffed in annoyance, holding onto your waist. you'd probably lose your balance by now if it wasn't for her.

"something is missing." you frowned, stroking her cheeks with your thumbs.

"i didn't agree to anything else." she quickly announced, praying it's the end of your little operations.

your breath hitched as you got ready to explain yourself. "but els-"

"no." she sternly said, before laughing and stroking your hair. "you should see yourself right now."

you ignored her taunting, licking your thumb and gently wiping away the black dots you made while accidentally bumping the eyeliner onto her face.

she made a playfully disgusted face. "so.. unhygienic."

your chuckle got cut off by her knee bouncing again, making you only murmur a nervous; "shut up."

"watch your mouth, sweetheart." she advised with a knowing look, making you freeze and your eyes widen.

"m' sorry, els." you shrugged, rubbing off the last little line on her cheek.

her hands moved from your hair to your neck, holding you down on her lap. "you should be. you just spent an hour on torturing me."

you shifted, trying to escape her hold, but it only made your cunt grind harder against her lap. "i'll make it up to you." you whined, not really having any ideas how to.

"make it worth my while." you watched as one of her hands left your neck to brush away your hair from your peripheral vision. she gave you a clear idea of how can you atone to her, no more questions were needed.

as you honored her with a kiss, your hips raised, making your whole body weight lean on your knees. your mouth moved rather slowly, compared to your usual quick action. you gave ellie some space, so she was able to roll her jeans down, before you fell back on her lap. the wet patch on your panties was most definitely palpable on her thigh, as it was growing each second.

you hestitated, thinking wether you should pull away or not, finally doing so but only to catch your breath. you enjoyed the ability to breathe only for a second, before someone's strong hands brought you back into a warm embrace. she always managed to get you so worked up, not making today an exception, as her tongue swirling around yours made your head spin.

her strap kept nudging your clit from time to time, making you let out a muffled gasp everytime. suddenly, the fabric covering it disappeared, resulting in your surprised moan. you had no idea how could ellie do everything so smoothly, but you admired that about her.

soon, nothing was between your soaked cunt and her strap anymore. she firmly held your hips, using the grip she had on you to slowly lower you down on her cock. the sudden stretch caused you to groan, though the wetness of your cunt made each centimeter easier. you babbled out her name and she soothed you with a praise and gentle kiss on your forehead.

you took your time to adjust on her lap and she helped your vision to sharpen, wiping away the tears you didn't even know were there. you immediately noticed the admiration in her eyes, as she kept on praising you in a proud whisper; "taking me so well— my pretty girl." you smiled back, not only because of her words, but also because of the view of her gaze decorated with eyeliner. a wave of love washed over you, making you reach closer to her so that you were able to press a kiss onto her lips.

you took a deep breath before you were finally able to move, and so you did, feeling her thick strap sliding higher and higher, reaching your sensitive spot. ellie kept her hands on your sides, using her strength to help you move. she listened to each little whimper you let out against her lips while bouncing on her strap. even in your tired state, you insisted on letting her know how much you love her, so with a lazy smile you started whining; "always wanna be— always wanna be your good girl. love makin' you— ah, proud."

these words, even though they were being broken up by chords of moans, made ellie's smirk turn into an affectionate smile. "i'm always proud of you." she muttered, looking at your half lidded eyes.

you only nodded, the silicone pushing so far into your cunt that you couldn't manage anything more. your girlfriend slightly pushed her own hips up, making your job easier as you started to grow more and more tired. "love— you, els." you added, preceding her answer with a sloppy kiss, during witch you reached your high. she stopped moving as soon as she noticed you shaking and whimpering, knowing you're not able to take more. she hugged you to her chest, making quiet hushing noises. your blissed out smile made her lightly chuckle, as she gave you a minute to calm down. she raised you up and guided you to lay down beside her, as she proudly stared at her strap, which almost completely changed it's color to white from the coat of your juices.

[ddonovanrp]

I remember when we first met;

I walked my bike backwards until I felt the tire hit the sidewalk and I stopped. I looked around to the bikes around me, the majority of my bar loving MC Brothers were here already, which included my siblings and my cousin with her boyfriend. The few other family members that were nearby were pending. It was a party! For some reason the girls decided they wanted to go out tonight instead of partying at the clubhouse. That's where the rest of the club would have been by now.

I turned the headlight off and cut the engine before I stood and lit a cigarette. The deal we had with the club owner was no cuts inside the club, of any sort. Which included those of other MCs. This bar was neutral territory and we all worked hard to keep it the way.

Upholding that deal, I slid my cut off my shoulders that identified me as the Vice President of the Iron Angels Motorcycle Club, and hooked it on my handlebar. I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted my best friend Rhys to come outside. I'd shoved my phone back in my pocket and started walking across the parking lot to the front door, where i stopped to finish my cigarette. "Heeey, there you are VP." Rhys called out, clearly in a good mood as he shoved through the back door and came barreling my direction. "I was beginning to think you weren't comin." He said which caused me to scoff in response. "Have you ever known me to turn down a good party?" I asked him with a chuckle as I clapped my hand on his shoulder. "C'mon brother, let's go get us some pussy, I mean whiskey." I teased no doubt he'd already been scoping the scene.

But I had no idea what I actually got myself into by walking into that bar that night.

We walked into the bar and I could immediately hear my crowd. Harper and her girlfriend Emily giggled at something Nick had said that had earned him a playful slap from our cousin Selene. Kehlani and Zeth were lining newly filled shot glasses up for everyone at the table while Cameron grinded on some skinny redhead on the dance floor. These were my people. Minus the few that hadn't shown up yet. At this point I wasn't even sure what we were celebrating but I knew alcohol was involved and I was in.

I headed over to the table where my family all sat and reached around Kehlani to swipe her tequila shot. She was probably my absolute favorite to fuck with. She was the wilder of my two younger sisters and she was almost as bad as me and Cameron had been with picking on eachother which definitely leveled the playing field.

"Sorry squirt, 21 only." I joked knowing she was of age, though her height didn't show it. "Damian!" She yelled and slapped at my chest. "Next round is on you, fuckhead." She said and I nodded, accepting my punishment. "Deal. I'm getting a beer." I said and headed to the bar to meet Max, one of my better friends and local bartender. Though it was a running joke that i only liked her because she over filled my shot glasses.

"Hey gorgeous." I said with that sweet southern charm I played up when being my normal flirtatious self "Getting shitfaced again so soon Donovan? Or is this a special occasion?" she teased me back and slid me a cold beer bottle down the bar. She already knew.

"Why can't it just be an excuse to see your face?" I joked back which got me an exaggerated reaction of fanning herself before she rolled her eyes at my antics. It was all friendly play.

I turned my back to the bar and looked out around the dance floor. What I'd seen on the dance floor caused me to pause. Long black hair swinging around small shoulders as she twisted and turned with two blondes; stark contrast to her friends. Her skin was paler, her eyes piercing blue when she looked up and her gaze collided with mine. Jaw dropping beauty, with barely any make up. Black smudged eyeliner and blood red lipstick only. Oof. Apparently I do have a type.

Her spaghetti strap black dress hugged her curves and had my gaze slowly rounding each one wondering if she was as soft as I thought. I lifted my beer and tipped it in her direction, a small greeting since she'd caught me staring. Angel eyes darted away, back to the friends she was dancing with.

"Damian! Come get your brother he's irking my nerve." Kehlani said about our oldest brother Cameron; my partner in crime. She'd came to the bar where I was standing and hooked her arm through mine. "You're my favorite brother tonight. Save me." She'd said and stuck her tongue out at him which caused a howl of laughter from the group in response.

I let her pull me back to the table with my family and friends where I stayed for several hours, downing shot after shot, before heading back to the bar. It was my turn to buy.

The girl from the dance floor was sitting on a barstool, her leg crossed over her knee as she leaned against the counter on her elbow giggling with the blondes from earlier, before they'd held hands and walked to the bathroom together. Talk about timing.

I took my shot and headed the bar. I leaned forward on my forearms against the counter top and waited for Max to see me from the other end. "Hey. I'm Damian." I said from beside the girl, only half expecting to get told to fuck off. "You don't look familiar. Not from around here huh?" I suggested.

"No, I'm not. And don't you think your girlfriend is going to get mad you're talking to me?" She answered.

"Girlfriend?" I asked amused; I was single.

"Yeah. The blonde i seen you with earlier." She said busting me for trying to cheat on said girlfriend.

"That was my sister." I replied as a cold beer got slid my way. "Do you drink?" I asked and nodded to Max to set me up 2 shots and watched the girls face as my friend filled the glasses and tried not to smirk at me. She'd seen me come and go with so many different girls over the years of my coming to this bar we'd both gave up keeping them straight.

This girl though. Damn. ______________________________________ -> 3.24.2021 -> #TheCornerTavernRP #Friends #Rian