#token characters

[therealamperssand]

Reblog for more opinions + exposure!

[formthethird]

veronica

[rurinkk]

Aegri Somnia

[astrobei]

maybe my number one stranger things pet peeve is when people write max mayfield like she’s an asshole who hates her friends (especially mike) as if her love for and memories of her friends did not give her the strength to realize she wanted to live. as if her love for her friends didn’t literally save her life.

[mc-illustrations]

Seasonal Tieflings ✨

[donutdrawsthings]

woke up and realised I could make my own fake Pokémon card illustration with my OCs. This is team Funny Bone!

here it is in the pokémon card format!

[ash-tree-eyes]

I absolutely CANNOT get over how amazing Giancarlo Herrera’s voice acting as Quincey in Re: Dracula is. There is just so much love and kindness and honesty poured into how Quincey speaks and it makes it so wonderful to listen to. We really have been blessed with this podcast. I love this cowboy so darn much

[rougepancake]

Just hear me out, (if you write fem character(s) x fem reader) Arlecchino x Shenhe x reader temperature play.

Shenhe playing with your nipples while her hands are ice cold, and arle eating reader out while heating up her mouth (or the exact opposite)

And if I (s)creamed??? This is beautiful, ty.

FT. Shenhe, Arlecchino, AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content ahead. Temperature play, nipple play, oral sex (f!receiving). I’m sorry if this is bad— I haven’t written smut in SO LONG.

SHENHE

Her fingers slide gracefully across your chest. Each touch was calculated, each tap was thought out. Needless to say, she knew what she was doing. And you had no complaints.

“My love, I have an idea,” she whispered gently, her eyes meeting yours. You swallowed thickly. Were you scared? Only a little. Shenhe was prone to experimenting in the bedroom. Pleasuring was her specialty when it came to you. Though, surprisingly, she had yet to use her vision.

You had a strong feeling that’s where she as headed.

“What are you planning..?” You asked slowly, eyeing her with caution. It’s not that you didn’t trust her. On the contrary. You were excited.

“Hush now, my love, I promise that you will enjoy it,” she spoke softly as she adjusted herself. With a bit of patience, she moved behind you, her chest pressed against your bare back. You sat between her legs with her head nestled in the crook of your neck. Her delicate fingers slid across your chest once more, leaving an icy feeling in their wake. You shivered. A soft whine left your lips. The coldness of her fingertips had been a pleasure you hadn’t expected to enjoy so much.

She took your perky nipple in between her fingers and pinched it, evoking another, louder, whine from you. Her other hand trailed down your stomach just lightly enough to make the skin jump. You did your best to lean into her touch, but she only pushed you back. The cold, icy feeling returned, sending goosebumps across your skin. A cold finger dipped into your folds, and you jumped. A moan escaped you. Your head fell back against her, resting your head against hers.

Slowly, she slid her cold tongue across the skin of your neck. As she did that, she pushed two cold fingers into you, her other hand groping your breast with such care. You shivered and squirmed. In all reality, she hadn’t even done anything, but the cold intrusion was a welcomed sensation. Shenhe waited a moment before slowly pumping her fingers in and out. Such control of her vision required severe concentration, but you made it rather easy for her.

She picked up her pace and tugged harshly at your nipple. You jumped once again at the cold coming in contact with your skin. “Shh…” she consoled you as she moved her hand from one breast to the other. Out of curiosity, she tilted her head back, giving her more room to attack your neck. She bit into your flesh like it was her last meal, lapping at the mark softly with her freezing cold tongue. The intensity of the chill was stronger than before. Much stronger. Her fingers worked you open, sharp movements reaching right where you couldn’t. Your back arched. Oh you were so so close. Just a little more…

ARLECCHINO

The two of you sat in the library, each in your own respective chair. You didn’t mind, however, seeing as you simply just enjoyed being in the presence of your lover. Things had been going smooth enough, aside from the fact that you were horribly frustrated. No not that kind of frustration. You see, you craved release of the purest form.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be getting it soon with how long Arlecchino had her nails this time. It was to painfully tease you, of course, but you didn’t see it as fair. She had never been fair when it came to these things.

You closed your book gently and looked over at her, observing the way her eyes scanned over the words on the pages. Everything she did was smooth and calculated.

“What’s got you staring?” She asked without looking up from the book. You wanted to mock her, but knew better. She’d only prolong your suffering if you did.

“Nothing…” you trailed off and attempted to go back to your own book.

“Don’t lie, my dear. Lies make for cracks in any relationship,” she snapped the book shut and looked over at you. She smirked. “What is it that you want from me, hm? Do you want me to touch you?” She chuckled darkly. What was she planning? “Come now, how am I supposed to please you if you don’t tell me what you want?”

“I want…” Suddenly you felt nervous. What exactly did you want?

“Come sit on my face,” she beckoned you over with a singular finger. You froze and looked at her, your eyes widened slightly. “I don’t have all day, darling. Get over here.” Her sultry tone caused your face to flush. Quickly, you rose from your seat and shed your bottoms. The article was thrown carelessly across the room as you walked over to her seat.

You did your best to adjust yourself atop of her, slowly putting all of your weight onto her upper body. A sudden heat was pressed against your core, causing you to moan loudly. Your entire body convulsed at the feeling. Two incredibly warm hands groped your thighs as a warm tongue delved past your folds. You shuddered. The heat was causing your skin to flush, and you began to sweat as you hopelessly rode Arlecchino’s tongue. With each lap of the warm muscle you felt yourself growing closer to release. Oh how you needed this. You needed her.

A loud moan escaped you upon your release, followed by the sound of heavy panting. You looked down at your partner, who appeared to have no intention of stopping any time soon. The heat grew stronger and you arched your back in response. A breathy whine passed through your lips as you threw your head back.

What would you do without her?

[jannaphia]

When we were made // It was no accident // We were tangled up like branches in a flood // 🎵

[connortheconceded]

Curatar's dual with Bolvyn Venim while being named hortator

[wesleysniperking]

Usopp, Representation, and the Black Experience: My Perspective (maybe TL;DR)

Disclaimer: This post reflects my personal interpretation and connection with Usopp's character. I understand that not everyone may share the same perspective, and that's okay. This is just my own take based on my experiences and thoughts about identity and representation.

When it comes to Black characters, I’ve noticed a recurring theme where they often distance themselves from their non-Black friends or take time away due to personal struggles. It’s a reflection of the weight they carry, and sometimes there’s even some regret for doing so. I can think of plenty of shows that have touched on this, and honestly, I get it. A lot of Black people, myself included, feel the need to face things alone, likely because of deep-rooted issues tied to our history, upbringing, and the challenges of navigating predominantly non-Black spaces—especially when tokenism is involved.

I’ve been that person, and in many ways, I still am. My sister and mom often joke that Usopp feels like a Black guy with a lot of “white” friends. They also mention how Black men, especially those in subcultures like the hipster scene, often juggle two social circles. My cousin, a big One Piece fan, is the perfect example of this. Even Jacob Gibson, who plays Usopp in the live-action series, gives off a similar vibe.

I know this might come off as blunt or even as a generalization, but to me, Usopp reflects a part of the Black experience. He’s like the Lando (or Finn) in Star Wars, Link Hayes in The Mod Squad, Noah in Young Riders, and Marcellus in The Originals. He’s the Renee in Ally McBeal, Tucker in Danny Phantom, Black Panther in Avengers, Cyborg in Teen Titans, Gerald in Hey Arnold, James Rhodes in Iron Man, Chris Washington in Get Out, Ben in Night of the Living Dead, and Christopher in Scrubs. He’s that Black guy.

Maybe One Piece could show Usopp as more than just his race, but it’s hard to ignore the connection. And that’s okay. It’s something I’ve been reflecting on for a while, and I wanted to share it.

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[politemagic]

the boys are back 🖤 (the shitposts never left, though)

[marlynnofmany]

I Know A Guy

The post office on this space station was close to the landing docks, nice and convenient, so several of us went to check our mail while Captain Sunlight met with the sister ship. Not all of the crew had mail drops set up, but I did; this station was a big hub that we stopped at with some regularity. Perfect for relaying the occasional news from home.

And care packages, as it turned out.

I opened the box with some curiosity, sitting on a bench while the others waited in line and the spaceport bustled around us. Inside I found multivitamins, a letter from my parents, a type of cereal that I’d loved as a kid, and a smaller box with a sun logo.

“Ooh, what’d you get?” Paint asked, trotting over with her own box clutched to her scaly orange chest.

“A lot of stuff,” I said in distraction, turning the sun box in search of words. No luck. I opened it to find a fist-sized yellow globe and a base with lots of buttons. And an instruction booklet, thankfully. “Oh, it’s a sun lamp!”

“It even looks like a little sun; how nice! Is it warm, or just bright?” Paint gave it an appreciative look while she opened her package.

“Not sure yet.” I skimmed the instructions and decided to leave that for later. “It’s thoughtful, though. I think my parents were concerned that I’m not getting enough Vitamin D up in space. And other vitamins.” I rattled the bottle.

“That’s a lot of vitamins.”

“Yup. And look, they found the discontinued cereal! I thought it was gone for good.” I carefully opened a corner and fished out a palmful of the maple syrup flavored crunchy goodness that I hadn’t had in years. It was just as tasty as I’d remembered.

Paint sniffed the air. “I don’t recognize that smell. What kind of food is it?”

“Breakfast food,” I said. “I think it’s wheat based, so it’s basically made from ground-up seeds, and flavored with sweet tree sap.”

“That’s … creative,” Paint said.

“Delicious, too. Most tree saps aren’t worth eating, but this one is.” I crunched another mouthful. “Want some?”

“No thank you,” was the prim answer that I’d fully expected. “But look what I got! Fancy heat stickers!” Paint held up a stack of vividly colored starburst shapes, fanned out like playing cards. “I’m going to see if Sunlight, Coals, and Eggskin want any.”

“Thoughtful of you,” I said, closing up the cereal. All four of the lizardy Heatseekers on our ship enjoyed warm things. The ambient temperature was always kept at a comfortable compromise for the various species onboard, but a handy little warm sticker that wouldn’t get in the way was bound to be appreciated.

“Oh, they’re even scented,” Paint said, rubbing one against her snout. “I’m going to have to order more of these.” She sorted through the stack, checking scents and color variations.

Mur and Zhee were still in line, stuck behind a Frillian who was shipping many things to many places, so I settled in to read the note from home while I waited. It was a nice update on the various goings-on of the extended family; all reasonably good news, nothing earth-shattering. Somebody got a scholarship, somebody had twins, somebody was doing well in a competitive bumper-ship derby league, and was incredibly excited about it. There was a lot of detail about that one. I got the impression that this particular second cousin had given everybody a rundown at a family gathering, so now they all knew more about the best types of shrapnel shielding than they probably wanted to. Sounded like the favorite was a human-made version, combining tech that other species had already come up with. The force field worked with the ship’s scanner to predict which parts of the shield would need the most power for a given impact. My cousin was a big fan.

The quiet slap of tentacles on the ground accompanied Mur. “Well that was a long wait,” he said. “But now I’m all set for media for the foreseeable future.” He held a data chip in one tentacle.

Zhee was right behind him, hissing in what sounded like joy instead of irritation for once. He set a box down between his bug feet, not waiting for a bench, and tore it open with his pincher arms. Inside was something that looked like another kind of data chip, and something with straps that I couldn’t begin to figure out.

“Excellent,” Zhee said. “The correct version, the highest quality, and Trrili does not get to listen to it, heathen that she is.”

It took me a second. “Oh, that’s music?” I thought back to the impassioned rant about Trrili’s incorrect opinions on traditional Mesmer leg-singing. I hoped Zhee played it quietly. “And is that — I want to say ‘headphones,’ but—”

“Personal speakers, yes,” Zhee said as he stuffed it all back in the box. “I will be able to listen to the glorious arias in privacy.”

Paint nodded. “Great idea.” She’d heard the leg-singing when I did, and probably wasn’t eager to hear the artful screeching again.

I was trying to guess whether Zhee would be offended if I asked where his ears were, since it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know. But the others were gathering up their things to head back to the ship, and I decided to put it off until later. Maybe I’d ask Eggskin the medic instead.

Something occurred to me as I put the letter back in the box. “Hey guys, pose for a second. I want to send my family a picture with some of my cool alien coworkers.”

The three of them agreed that they were awesome and worth photographing. (Their responses ranged from excited to confident to egotistical.) A few moments later, I had a fantastic group selfie to send with my letter back. Paint’s open-mouthed lizard smile was adorable; Mur stood tall on his blue-black tentacles; Zhee loomed over all of us with the lights shining off his purple exoskeleton; then there was me grinning in the front. I’d definitely be keeping a copy of this.

We made our way back to the ship where it was parked next to a similar lemon-shaped courier ship with folded solar sails. The two captains hadn’t gone inside yet, which made me wonder what they were discussing with such intense expressions.

As we approached, Captain Sunlight was saying, “I may know someone who can help us out, but I’d hate to give him the satisfaction.”

She broke off when Paint trotted up to give her a handful of heat stickers and to show off the blue-white one she herself was wearing. Apparently it smelled like a plant I’d never heard of.

“Thank you; that’s very thoughtful,” Captain Sunlight said. “Those sound like just the thing.” She picked out a green one and pasted it to her own chest, where it contrasted nicely with her yellow scales.

Zhee and Mur tromped into the ship. I lingered, curious. “Is all the ship business going all right?” I asked.

“For the moment,” the captain said as she stowed the rest of the stickers and the backing for that one in her belt pouch. “Just considering our options with some monetary considerations.”

Captain Kamm waved a tentacle. “Both ships are on the family plan for damage insurance, and the rates have made an unpleasant jump.”

I shifted the box to my other side. “Do we need to earn more money?”

“No, it will be all right.” Captain Sunlight shook her head. “I have a lead on a better deal. I just need to make a call or two.”

Captain Kamm ushered us all into our ship, wasting no time. Paint disappeared to share her heat stickers while the two captains adjourned to the lounge. I put my things away and hurried back. No one had told me to mind my own business, so I was going to listen in before writing a letter to send back home.

I was quick, but Captain Sunlight was quicker. She was just ending the holo call when I arrived. A green-scaled Heatseeker gazed earnestly from the projection, urging her to get back to him as soon as she could.

“If you can get better shields, I can promise you a savings of at least 15% compared to your current plan!”

“Yes, thank you,” Captain Sunlight said. “I’ll see what I can do. Say hi to the elders for me.”

He said he would, and she turned off the projection with another deep sigh. Captain Kamm sat next to her, weaving tentacles together thoughtfully.

Captain Sunlight tossed the communicator onto the table and sat back with folded arms. “Of course it couldn’t be that simple. He talks a good game at every gathering, but oh no: prerequisites.”

I sat down at the end of the couch, absently petting Telly who was curled up in the center. In proper cat fashion, she responded by stretching to take up even more space. I was thinking about what the captain had just said about shields.

I asked, “Does he need a certain kind in order to get us the better deal?”

Captain Sunlight waved a hand. “Just a higher degree of resistance to micrometeorites. The shielding we have is perfectly serviceable, but it’s apparently not enough for the good rates.”

“Would we need to overhaul everything, or would it be enough to layer another kind over what we have? Like, say, a kind that connects to the ship’s scanners?”

The captain gave me a look. “Do you have a specific type in mind?”

“Possibly,” I said. “Are you familiar with bumper-ship derbies?”

Captain Kamm twirled a tentacle. “That’s some of the human ‘adrenaline junkie’ nonsense, yes?”

“I think there are some Smashers and other races that really get into it as well, but yes,” I said. “The letter from home I just got mentioned the shielding they use.”

I explained what I knew while they listened intently. Paint came in to join us and sat on the other side of Telly, who took the extra attention as her due. By the time I was done talking, everyone in the room was looking optimistic.

“Go ahead and reach out,” Captain Sunlight said. “We don’t have to rush off anytime soon. With any luck, we can get all this settled at once.”

“Here’s hoping!” Captain Kamm said, touching four tentacle-tips together over her head in what looked like the Strongarm version of crossed fingers.

“I’ll see if I can route a call through to home now,” I said, getting up.

Telly meowed in protest at the movement, then crawled onto Paint’s lap and rubbed her head against the heat sticker, purring audibly. Paint looked delighted.

I left with a wave, hurrying off to my quarters with plans to make a phone call, potentially save the day, then set up the sun lamp for the benefit of a certain fuzzy little heat-lover as well as for my own sake.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[theriu]

Thinking about how every story where some guy travels across dimensions involves him meeting a bunch of himself with different unique traits, and then one of them is just “you but a girl.” And you know what, it would be frankly hilarious to me if there was a story where dude goes to other dimensions and every alternate version of him is a woman. Surprise, he is the token guy variant of a usually-female character. :D

[ancientbygone]

ii in a traditional Belarusian outfit, because he's the designated Slav of the group. to me.

ty @tedzyrotten for this post <3

[seriousbrat]

my marauders era OCs

Lysander Moonbright: the main character. he is a tall and sexy gay boy with tattoos and piercings and scars because he is... a werewolf. this makes him super angry and angsty all the time. he's also a genius and invented a map of hogwarts all by himself.

Silver Starr: a sweet soft gay boy, he is in love with Lysander and he is very sensitive and smol. he's also kind of ditzy and dumb haha good thing Lysander can help him with homework. because he's such a femme

Junebug Parsley: he's such a himbo haha he's a jock but he's very soft and sweet. He is best friends with Silver but secretly in love with Silver's younger brother

Dark'ness Starr: Silver's younger brother. Mean evil homophobes are always trying to turn him to the dark side but his love for Junebug saves him from their wicked influence!

Girle Random: hmm idk why but I haven't thought about Girle as much! She's a lesbian though and a surrogate mother for all the boys