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alfheimr · 8 days

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My Favorite Cheap Art Trick: Gradient Maps and Blending Modes

i get questions on occasion regarding my coloring process, so i thought i would do a bit of a write up on my "secret technique." i don't think it really is that much of a secret, but i hope it can be helpful to someone. to that end:

this is one of my favorite tags ive ever gotten on my art. i think of it often. the pieces in question are all monochrome - sort of.

the left version is the final version, the right version is technically the original. in the final version, to me, the blues are pretty stark, while the greens and magentas are less so. there is some color theory thing going on here that i dont have a good cerebral understanding of and i wont pretend otherwise. i think i watched a youtube video on it once but it went in one ear and out the other. i just pick whatever colors look nicest based on whatever vibe im going for.

this one is more subtle, i think. can you tell the difference? there's nothing wrong with 100% greyscale art, but i like the depth that adding just a hint of color can bring.

i'll note that the examples i'll be using in this post all began as purely greyscale, but this is a process i use for just about every piece of art i make, including the full color ones. i'll use the recent mithrun art i made to demonstrate. additionally, i use clip studio paint, but the general concept should be transferable to other art programs.

for fun let's just start with Making The Picture. i've been thinking of making this writeup for a while and had it in mind while drawing this piece. beyond that, i didn't really have much of a plan for this outside of "mithrun looks down and hair goes woosh." i also really like all of the vertical lines in the canary uniform so i wanted to include those too but like. gone a little hog wild. that is the extent of my "concept." i do not remember why i had the thought of integrating a shattered mirror type of theme. i think i wanted to distract a bit from the awkward pose and cover it up some LOL but anyway. this lack of planning or thought will come into play later.

note 1: the textured marker brush i specifically use is the "bordered light marker" from daub. it is one of my favorite brushes in the history of forever and the daub mega brush pack is one of the best purchases ive ever made. highly recommend!!!

note 2: "what do you mean by exclusion and difference?" they are layer blending modes and not important to the overall lesson of this post but for transparency i wanted to say how i got these "effects." anyway!

with the background figured out, this is the point at which i generally merge all of my layers, duplicate said merged layer, and Then i begin experimenting with gradient maps. what are gradient maps?

the basic gist is that gradient maps replace the colors of an image based on their value.

so, with this particular gradient map, black will be replaced with that orangey red tone, white will be replaced with the seafoamy green tone, etc. this particular gradient map i'm using as an example is very bright and saturated, but the colors can be literally anything.

these two sets are the ones i use most. they can be downloaded for free here and here if you have csp. there are many gradient map sets out there. and you can make your own!

you can apply a gradient map directly onto a specific layer in csp by going to edit>tonal correction>gradient map. to apply one indirectly, you can use a correction layer through layer>new correction layer>gradient map. honestly, correction layers are probably the better way to go, because you can adjust your gradient map whenever you want after creating the layer, whereas if you directly apply a gradient map to a layer thats like. it. it's done. if you want to make changes to the applied gradient map, you have to undo it and then reapply it. i don't use correction layers because i am old and stuck in my ways, but it's good to know what your options are.

this is what a correction layer looks like. it sits on top and applies the gradient map to the layers underneath it, so you can also change the layers beneath however and whenever you want. you can adjust the gradient map by double clicking the layer. there are also correction layers for tone curves, brightness/contrast, etc. many such useful things in this program.

let's see how mithrun looks when we apply that first gradient map we looked at.

gadzooks. apologies for eyestrain. we have turned mithrun into a neon hellscape, which might work for some pieces, but not this one. we can fix that by changing the layer blending mode, aka this laundry list of words:

some of them are self explanatory, like darken and lighten, while some of them i genuinely don't understand how they are meant to work and couldn't explain them to you, even if i do use them. i'm sure someone out there has written out an explanation for each and every one of them, but i've learned primarily by clicking on them to see what they do.

for the topic of this post, the blending mode of interest is soft light. so let's take hotline miamithrun and change the layer blending mode to soft light.

here it is at 100% opacity. this is the point at which i'd like to explain why i like using textured brushes so much - it makes it very easy to get subtle color variation when i use this Secret Technique. look at the striation in the upper right background! so tasty. however, to me, these colors are still a bit "much." so let's lower the opacity.

i think thats a lot nicer to look at, personally, but i dont really like these colors together. how about we try some other ones?

i like both of these a lot more. the palettes give the piece different vibes, at which point i have to ask myself: What Are The Vibes, Actually? well, to be honest i didn't really have a great answer because again, i didn't plan this out very much at all. however. i knew in my heart that there was too much color contrast going on and it was detracting from the two other contrasts in here: the light and dark values and the sharp and soft shapes. i wanted mithrun's head to be the main focal point. for a different illustration, colors like this might work great, but this is not that hypothetical illustration, so let's bring the opacity down again.

yippee!! that's getting closer to what my heart wants. for fun, let's see what this looks like if we change the blending mode to color.

i do like how these look but in the end they do not align with my heart. oh well. fun to experiment with though! good to keep in mind for a different piece, maybe! i often change blending modes just to see what happens, and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. i very much cannot stress enough that much of my artistic process is clicking buttons i only sort of understand. for fun.

i ended up choosing the gradient map on the right because i liked that it was close to the actual canary uniform colors (sorta). it's at an even lower opacity though because there was Still too much color for my dear heart.

the actual process for this looks like me setting my merged layer to soft light at around 20% opacity and then clicking every single gradient map in my collection and seeing which one Works. sometimes i will do this multiple times and have multiple soft light and/or color layers combined.

typically at this point i merge everything again and do minor contrast adjustments using tone curves, which is another tool i find very fun to play around with. then for this piece in particular i did some finishing touches and decided that the white border was distracting so i cropped it. and then it's done!!! yay!!!!!

this process is a very simple and "fast" way to add more depth and visual interest to a piece without being overbearing. well, it's fast if you aren't indecisive like me, or if you are better at planning.

let's do another comparison. personally i feel that the hint of color on the left version makes mithrun look just a bit more unwell (this is a positive thing) and it makes the contrast on his arm a lot more pleasing to look at. someone who understands color theory better than i do might have more to say on the specifics, but that's honestly all i got.

just dont look at my layers too hard. ok?

#process #art tutorial #unsure what else to tag this as. if this does not post properly i will cry.

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gemeriahair · 1 year

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thereadinggremlin · 3 months

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Guarded Hearts

Alright friends, this is my first fic and it is an Azriel x Reader, this is my first one and maybe there will be a second part but that’s up to you guys.

POV: you find out Azriel’s you mate but you start getting the could shoulder from him after he returns from a mission.

A/N: Like I said part one of probably 2, y’all let me know.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you just needed to get away. You found out that Azriel was your mate about 2 months ago, it didn’t shock you at all because you’ve loved this man your whole life. What you couldn’t stand was how much he had been ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder.

You were in an official meeting with the inner circle when the bond snapped for you. Rhys had been talking about the uprising in some of the camps and how they would need to go and sort it out, they as in Cassian and Azriel. When Rhys had said one of the uprising camps was the one you grew up in both you and Azriel tensed although you didn’t note his reaction at first because in the tense emotions of thinking of back home, that’s when the bond snapped for you.

You thought maybe Azriel felt it too but you couldn’t be sure. You thought the bond would be this warm feeling in your chest but it just felt cold and distant. You would have to check with Rhys to see if that’s how he felt after he found out Fayre was his mate.

After the meeting Cassian and Azriel left immediately for their respective camps, Azriel going to the one you grew up in where your father and mother still lived. Luckily your mom was friends with Rhys mother from a young age so you were able to keep your wings and not get clipped but that didn’t save you from the full extent of your fathers wrath. That was a reason you were so scared for Azriel to go, he knew the whole history of how your father had treated you, the beatings and public humiliation being the smaller transgressions. Azriel had walked out of Rhys’ office so quickly after they were dismissed that you weren’t able to get a word in, you said your goodbyes and be safe to Cassian and when you went to find Azriel you found Mor instead.

“He already left lovey.” Mor said with a sad smile. You knew that her using that pet name for you wasn’t a good sign and that she could probably tell what was going through your mind. You ran away before she could get a word in otherwise because the tears would fall.

Everyone left you alone for the month Azriel was gone sensing that there was something going on and that if you wanted to talk about you would find them. Fayre tried talking to you but you shut her out immediately.

When Azriel and Cassian got back you were in the dinning room enjoying some breakfast, as they passed by you Azriel didn’t even look at you and Cassian gave you a weak smile. You tried to feel down the bond but there was absolutely nothing, just cold and dark, it made your heart break.

Over the next few weeks you were thinking that giving Azriel space would be the answer and that he’d be coming to join you in either training or in the library for a night cap like he used to do so often before the bond snapped for you. There was nothing, you never ran into him even though you could hear his foot steps throughout the house as if the house wanted you to know where he was. There were also times when you’d see some of his shadows lurking about, some would come right up to you as if you were their master and swirl under your hair and around your neck. Maybe they were here on his behalf and maybe they’d report back to him, you didn’t know and tried not to care.

Once a month hit from his return of your home camp you needed to get out, get away, it was all too much. You found yourself outside of Rhys’s office at the river house once your mind was made up.

“Are you sure you want to go away for that long?” He had asked you.

“I want the same thing that was given to Fayre, time up in the cabin alone and sheilded so that no one knows I’m there. I need a break” Your eyes had a pleading look in them with a tinge of heartbreak too.

“When do you want to leave” Rhys said sighing in disbelief. The house of Wind has been your home for many years, and he didn’t think that any of the jobs he’s given you were so strenuous that you needed to be away from your family.

“I’m ready to go now, I packed my bags before I came to see you. And I want Mor to take me, if you take me there will be too many questions.”

Surprised at you readiness to leave he agreed and got in touch with Mor, she appeared almost instantaneously making you think she was just outside listening in. “Ready to go lovey?” She had asked, you nodded your head too afraid of speaking just in case your voice broke. “Then off we go.”

You arrived at the cabin up in the wilderness within a moment and when you walked in and saw all the artwork, you wanted to cry. Having your family all around you while being so far away brought you some comfort but not much. You looked to where the eyes were and found Azriel’s right away.

“Do you need anything, want me to stay for a bit?” Mor asked breaking you out of your trance.

“No I think I’m good, just need to be away from everything, everyone.” You said trying to add a laugh in at the end but the sound was strained and laced with pain.

“Who’s ass do I have to beat, because I don’t care who it is, I’ll beat them up for you. Just give me a name.” Mor tried to get you to laugh but a look in your eyes showed that it was a love problem and although she didn’t know about the bond you have to Azriel, she does know that you’ve had a crush on him for centuries. “Maybe, he’ll realize what was missing since it’s not in front of him anymore.” She said with a weak smile.

You returned the smile and with sad eyes responded “Yeah, maybe.” And without saying goodbye she left knowing that if you spoke anymore that might be your downfall and it would all come out.

Two weeks you had been up at the cabin in pure silence and peace. You brought some books with you in order to pass the time, not like you’d get bored but you were lonely. Rhys and more stayed true to their word so far and haven’t tried to visit or try and get through your mental shield, you also went as far to build a wall up to the bond, feeling nothing was better than feeling the coldness that it brought with it.

It was when you were picking out your next book that you saw it from the corner of your eye, a shadow, and the second it realized you had noticed it, it vanished. Your heart rate picked up because now you didn’t know what was going to happen but your rapid thoughts caused you to drop your shields and you felt worried beyond any understanding and then Rhys speaking into your mind “I’m so sorry”

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saturnbellfromhell · 1 year

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DRESSING LIKE YOUR RISING SIGN

I'm taking a minor break till next week writing "The Energry Series", since I want to perfect it, seek more knowledge, do better all in all! So today I'm writing a gitty and playful post.

Rising signs are important to the extent that they rule over our outer appearance and how we come across to the world around us. They are the sign showing up first on the eastern horizon the moment we are taking our first breath. Most of the time it is described as the "mask" or "shell" we put on for the world, but I think the energy of your rising sign cannot be a changeable nor is it a mask. It's a natural stance you take on while heading out the door. The second point in the " Big Three" in astrology. Also the planet ruling your rising sign is the main ruler of your chart. Meaning if you are for example a Pisces, the ruler Neptune will be prominent in molding your appearance. Also called the Ascenendant (AC), meaning "rising in power/influence".

So let's get started!

🔳 ARIES RISING

We start of with our energetic baby Aries. These girls win over the color red, that's for sure. Even though I can see Aries rising in a short skirt with a crop top and a ponytail, they also look amazing in street style/baggy clothes in my opinion. For the makeup I see a simple false lash, rosy cheeks and some fake freckles. Cute with a bit of sass!

🔳 TAURUS RISING

My beautiful Venusian girls, who just look right with wavy hair drenched in the smell of argan oil and patchouli perfume on their wrists.These girls in my opinion look right in any boho, hippy, loose clothes. They also can make any long non fitting dress look amazing. For the makeup I would keep it very neutral, with grounding colors and a soft lip color. Also for some reason white looks amazing on them aswell, so angelic looking.

🔳 GEMINI RISING

Oh my, o my here come the funky babes of the group! Gemini risings are known to be a slimmer frame, so I would suggest to play with silhouettes. You can always count on a Gemini to brighten up your day, because of this not only does a bright personality suit them but bright colors and crazy patterns also! They look amazing in anything that stands out. I also se our Gemini rising girlies with some sort of facial piercing, a septum maybe? Or a cute navel piercing, sounds good to me to be honest. For the makeup I can see any dramatic looking eyeliner, eyeshadow or lip...Anything experimental for that matter

🔳 CANCER RISING

Here come the mini Venuses with their stunning eyes and round face. They also look so good to me with their hair in some sort of updo, messy with clips. Their body is know to be also rounded, with a prominent chest and hips. Cancerian girls look good in anything delicate and soft, the risqué look isn't really for them. For jewelry I can see them wearing dainty silver rings or a shiny necklace. I mean pearls are their best friend being the sign connected to the sea and ocean. Think of the mermaid look, fresh, young and mysterious. I also don't know why but Cancers suit coconut scented anything on their skin...again going with the beach theme.

🔳 LEO RISING

Leo's are just the moment, we have all agree on8 that. With their athletic frame and crazy hair I can see why they get the attention. They look amazing in any colors. I would say royal purple, pink, red and gold are my top picks. They look amazing in anything that's dramatic, skin tight or just plain sporty. I can also see them wearing very classy perfume like the Chanel 5.

🔳 VIRGO RISING

I absolutely adore my Virgo risings, they can step out in a button down and some jeans and just look so put together. They are the queens of the minimalistic look. In my opinion greens, greys, soft browns and muted colors look great on them. Jewelry wise maybe some stud earrings and a tiny pendant necklace? The fragrance I see when I think of a Virgo rising is the Armani Aqua de Gio. Think Bella Hadid, she is the opitime of the Virgo rising. Chic but so simple.

🔳 LIBRA RISING

Their don't need a lot, and they absolutely know it. Being the second Venusian babe in our signs they imbody the extravagant look. Think anything trendy, but they also look good in anything classy. I can see a Libra rising with a white corset and puffy skirt, filled with jewelry around her hands and neck smelling of lavender and lemon. Red lipstick and a little bit of mascara. Hair in some sort of braids and big sunglasses! Also I can see them in long sleek dresses making everybody fall in love with them!

🔳 SCORPIO RISINGS

O Morticia Addams, the goth queens and killer looks girlies. The color black is their best friend, but also dark blues, grays, browns, greens. Silver, only silver for the jewelry. They look really good in tight long dresses, leather pants or skirts and platform shoes are a must! They really embody the the dark princess look to me. They are gracefully creepy and I mean that in the nicest way ever!

🔳 SAGITTARIUS RISING

Sag girlies are the girls how can pull of a lot. On their it days they look amazing in bright colors, high heels, any type of skirt or dress. On their off days they best suite the lazy athletic type. With a matching gym set and some cute uggs they rock the city streets. The perfume I see them in is anything with a little bit of spice, that has pepper undertones and are on the "stronger" side, the Versace "Eros" for example.

🔳 CAPRICORN RISING

My beautiful Caps with their high cheekbones and piercing eyes. They are the classic rising. For some reason Caps always look serious and put together, even when not trying. They love dark colors and maybe a statement piece. Like a ruby ring or extravagant necklace piece. White button downs, skinny jeans, knee length skirts, black corsets and lace anything. Also a suit really is your best friend.

🔳 AQUARIUS RISING

These girlies are the trend setters of the zodiac, everybody loves how creative Aqurius risings are. They love to look put together just like their sister Capricorn but when it comes to spicing up they are the queens for that. I think they look cool in metalics too. Their hair looks good sleek backed or maybe some fun pixie cut? Bangs also, not gonna lie. They also need some fruity perfume to add to the look.

🔳 PISCES RISING

Lastly my etheral babes, with their glossy big eyes and tiny frame they look stunning in anything made out of silk. They also look good in airy dresses and skirts. Also a small winged eyeliner with some white dots to to make their eyes pop. For some weird reason Pisces rising are made for white dresses and clipped back hair.

Xoxo

#capricorn rising #pisces rising #aries rising #ascendente #rising sign #aquarius rising #scorpio rising #taurus rising #gemini rising #sagittarius rising #leo rising #libra rising #virgo rising #cancer rising #astrology observations #astro world #zodiac

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moxfirefly · 4 months

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It's ne again! Coming back at you with another mikey prompt! Going for that 'we're besties, but actually, there's more to it vibe'

platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you

sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)

Pookie you always hit 😮‍💨

Let do this!

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

The winter air was hitting tonight’s, topside everything felt just a little more chillier than down below.

Mikey surveyed the night life below, patrol had been a bit boring tonight just the usual upkeep, a mugging here a gang fight there. He was going growing bored though, sitting on the ledge of a roof he saw how the night continued to pass by.

He toyed with a bracelet around his wrist, a delicate thing with worn out blocks that spelled out a name.

Your name.

Because it belonged to you.

He still remembers the night he had playfully snatched it off your bathroom sink and proclaimed it was his now. You had laughed, play fought him for it but that had quickly ended in you admiring defeat and that he could ‘borrow’ it.

That word had entered both of yours vocabulary.

So far you both had borrowed so many things it was hard to keep up.

And there didn’t seem to be date of return for the items.

There was a hair clip attached to his mask tail, yours of course.

A necklace you often wore when you went out for the night.

Around his waist wasn’t the hoodie he topically had (because now you were wearing it, but instead one of your own.

Mikey wanted to say it was for fashion purposes, that he simply liked the items you own, and while some of that was true to an extent the reality was that he was wrapped up in your scent so constantly he felt drunk most days from the giddiness alone.

“You’re surprisingly quiet tonight, something on your mind?” Leo sat down for once tonight, next to him on the ledge, possibly aware that the night was next to near done.

“Huh? Oh nah, just people watching, that old lady down there sneezed into her coffee before giving it to her husband, totally saw it.” He heard Leo chuckle but he knew he wasn’t fully sold. He wasn’t exactly ‘focused’ tonight.

Tonight was Friday after all, and on the second Friday of each month you would go to y/n’s for a sleep over. It had become a thing that was going into its second year. You always bought enough food to feed an army (or a Mikey) and he would bring enough baked goods to rot away your teeth with their sugary goodness.

Said baked good we’re protected in his backpack along with a change of clothes (why? Most of his clothes were at your place anyways). No need for a toothbrush because there was one that belonged to him in your bathroom already.

“Why don’t you head out Mikey, I’m sure y/n is waiting for you.” Leo called off patrol via the comms radio on his shoulder, Raph and Donnie both relieved from their own spot a few blocks over.

He didn’t need to be told twice, board in hand and bag across his shell, Mikey gave Leo a goodnight and a don’t wait up before zooming off to your apartment.

A few minutes on a trip he could do backwards and blindfolded he landed on your fire escape and opened up the window with practiced motions. He was hit with the delicious smell of a late dinner but more so with your delightful smile upon hearing him arrive.

And with that same practice ease he caught you just as you jumped to hug him and greet him.

In what appeared to be an old pair of his boxers and that hoodie he hadn’t seen in his closet in what felt like months.

“Im doing some late night laundry so I hope you don’t mind I grabbed one of your boxers.” You chucked as you took the containers filled with two dozen or so cookies he’d made from scratch this afternoon.

“Of course you took my Spider-Man undies, does that mean I get a bra tonight?” He wiggled his brow bones, your giggling music to his ears.

“Please as if my bra fits those steel boobs you’ve got.” You shot him a luck before returning to the kitchen to turn off the stove and get ready to serve.

“Go check your unmentionables and I’ll get us ready here.” He shoo’d you off , grabbing plates and forks while you went to change everything into the dryer.

Each movement felt so natural, finding everything with comfortable ease as if he were in his own home. He knew exactly what you wanted to drink, that you wanted extra sides and some hot sauce. He wasn’t fazed when you caught with him at the stove and wrapped yourself around his arm and began to rant about today’s on goings.

You felt that twinge of something when he hands landed on your waist, to move you away from a cupboard he needed access to. Stifling a laugh when he did the same just to place you back close to him and continue hearing about the work room gossip.

With dinner out of the way, a shower for Mikey, several horror movies later, you both found yourselves in bed and feeling very much like 4am.

“I think Stacey’s just a tramp.”

“Michael! …I mean you’re not wrong…”

You both laughed, sleepy eyes fighting to remain open. In bed you both often talked about all manner of life things. Observations, family life, work life, even love…

Love was always tricky, because it churned deep within Mikey’s stomach whenever he heard you talk about some guy you went on a date with.

And it made your skin prickle with some unnamed emotion whenever he talked about some girl he had seen and how he thought she was pretty.

But even as those feelings died down, as you both felt sleep overtake you, something always remained the same.

Somewhere in the night, in the tossing and turning, in the early morning trip to the bathroom and the sleepy stroll back, you would both wake up so wrapped around each other it was pointless to try and untangle each other.

When those first rays of sunlight hit, it was easy to be greedy and admire you in his arms, the way your skin looked in the morning always left him feeling somewhat gutted. You were soft, warm and so very perfect.

Mikey allowed himself the small luxurious of burying his snout in your hair, the soft strands tickling his sleepiness away.

When you stirred, a small sigh, he watched you glue yourself closer to his body and he felt his stomach flip flop around the thoughts he tried not to indulge.

The ones in the shape of you beneath him (above him) around him, consumed by him, eaten by him.

The ones where you called out his name and asked for seconds and thirds.

The ones where he could arrive to this home and call it his home with you as well.

He felt your lips press to his skin, a soft call of his name and another tumble down the imaginary scenes where he wakes you up with his head between your legs and more soft calls of his name.

#ask #super shiny-raven #tmnt bayverse #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo #Mikey #friends to lovers prompt

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arabellasleopardcoat · 6 months

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The Empress (Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Turns out, the corpse in your bathroom is a Queen. A very annoyed one, who claims you are hers.

Warnings: Making out, nudity. Mature language.

A/N: Rhaenyra's Ending! Part of my Halloween celebration. Part 1 here.

The woman's screams remind Rhaenyra of her own during childbirth. Though, perhaps, less pained and more frightened. She looks up. All the noise seems to be coming out of a woman around her age, perhaps younger.

The woman is sweet looking, but gods, what a pair of lungs she has.

“What..? Why are you..?” Rhaenyra asks, eyeing your curious attire. You are naked, save for a sheet wrapped around you. The room appears to be one used for bathing, yet it has a strange artifact Rhaenyra has never seen before. It's like a seat. “Are you alright?”

“Me?!” You shriek, a little hysterical. You step closer to the wall, and suddenly, a blinding white light forces Rhaenyra to avert her eyes. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bathroom?”

Ah. So Rhaenyra was right, she was in a bathing room. She is a bit unsure as for the why, though. More troubling is the fact that you don't recognize her.

“You don't recognize me?” She asks, blinking a bit to get used to the sudden shift in light. She gets into a kneeling position before rightening herself.

Your eyes narrow. You examine her face, and her clothes. Then, your expression morphs, lips stretching into an incredulous smile.

“Rhaenyra.” You mutter. Rhaenyra fights the urge to roll her eyes. She hates the familiarity in which you address her. She doesn't know you, and by the looks of it, you are a commoner. You are not allowed to call her by her given name.

“It's Princess to you. Don't be so familiar.” It comes out much more clipped than she would have liked, but your attitude angers her. She must reassert herself far too often, being a woman. No one would dare try calling her father or her uncle by their given names. She gives an arrogant tilt of the head. “And you are?”

You tell her your name, shakily sitting down on the seat. That, too, Rhaenyra doesn't like. She is the princess, the seat should be offered to her. Yet, when looking at you, shoulders slumped, she doesn't have the heart to reprimand you further.

“Are you alright?” Rhaenyra asks, getting up. For some reason she is unable to comprehend, she feels urged to comfort you. “Where are we? Did the light hurt you?”

Those are good questions. It made sense to ask them. You are a possible ally in a strange situation, one that won't hurt her. It has nothing to do with the sinking feeling on her stomach when your smile dropped. Not at all.

“No… I… I am not hurt. I made the light.” You explain, sounding still a bit dazed. Rhaenyra presses her hand to your forehead, checking for a fever. You don't seem to have one, but your cheeks are strangely rosy.

“You made the light?” She repeats, confused. It must mean you are some sort of witch, but she is not too sure why she would appear here. An enchantment gone wrong, perhaps? But if you were powerful enough to summon a princess, then it meant you could be useful.

“I… Oh, this went wrong.” You sigh, rubbing at your temples. You are still staring at her with surprise written all over you. Rhaenyra feels pleased at being right about you. A witch, but one unaware of the extent of her powers, or perhaps not educated. She could get someone to teach you. It never hurt a King to have a little magic on their side, after all.

“What did you intend to make?” She asks, tenderly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You are pretty, for a witch. Perhaps your uses could extend to somewhere else apart from fires and woods, and wherever witches worked. “You were about to bathe? Why am I here?”

“I am not sure.” You look absolutely disarmed by the tender touch, and so, Rhaenyra decides to keep at it. Her thumb brushes the slope of your nose. Your skin is soft as a petal. Poor thing, you must be starved for caresses, with the way you lean into her. “A witch did a spell for me. But it went wrong.”

That was unexpected. So you were not a witch yourself, but you consorted with them. It was alright, she supposed. Rhaenyra was not one of those Seven Pointed Star's fanatics, who couldn't tolerate a bit of…. Deviance.

“What was it meant to do?” This time, her finger traces your lips. As if enchanted, your mouth parts. Rhaenyra waits with bated breath. Fortune favors the bold, after all. Will you part your lips for her? Or will you move away?

You are not that bold quite yet. You scrunch up your nose and move your head away. Rhaenyra does not mind it. Most women are not, at first. They do not have the advantage of being introduced into the world of pleasure by the Rogue Prince himself.

“Unblock my love life.” You sigh, tiredly. Your eyes are kept firmly on one of the walls, unwilling to look her in the eyes. You are embarrassed about it, and Rhaenyra fights the urge to coo. You poor, poor thing. All by yourself. So caught up is she in that thought, she almost misses the explanation that follows. “This is not Westeros, Princess. You are not meant to exist here.”

“Where are we?” She asks you. Rhaenyra is starting to get an idea of what is happening here, and she thinks it's not as bad as you are making it sound. You are hers. It is good to know, but what is more interesting is knowing how to move forward from it.

“Another world. My world.” You look up at her, as if expecting to be yelled at. It saddens her. Rhaenyra brushes your cheek with her thumb. You tilt your head up, like a flower to her sun.

“I see. So you are meant to be mine?” She asks, almost predatory. She is probably scaring you, Rhaenyra can tell by the way your eyes widen. Perhaps she is coming on too strong. She doesn't care.

You being hers, now that was a nice thought. You were pretty, and untouched by the horrors of Westeros. An innocent, really. She understood now why her uncle liked his women young. There was something addicting about innocence.

Having already lost hers, Rhaenyra did not want to repeat it. But rather, experience the pleasure of losing it again. And you would be perfect for it.

“I… I do not think…” You mumble, but truly, you have already given in. Your eyes are dark with desire, she can practically taste the sweetness of your surrender.

Rhaenyra presses closer to you. She kisses you, slow and sweet. You can't help but melt into her, allowing her to hungrily lick inside your mouth.

“You are so kind.” She says, when she pulls away to allow you to catch your breath. Your eyes are still closed. You make an almost hurt sound, lips searching for hers already. “So good.”

Rhaenyra leans in, and kisses your neck. You sigh, sweetly. She perches herself on your lap, pressing steady kisses to your throat. Poor thing that you are, so touch starved. Her mind is already racing, thinking of ways to keep you. She won't leave such a precious girl as you are all alone again.

She wishes, not for the first time, that she were a man. Then, he could take you to wife, and no one would dare bat an eye. The Princes from House Targaryen have been doing as they please since they first took the Iron Throne. It's only the fact that she was born a woman that prevents her from doing the same.

Daemon would have taken you already, damn the consequences. Laenor could take you as his second wife, but with the lack of titles you sport, it's unlikely. No one believes him capable of handling one woman, much less two.

She knows what the court says about her children. Rhaenyra is not dumb, nor deaf. She doesn't understand why it is a sin, though. Why should it matter at all? They are only children in the Red Keep who had been born out of love.

No one is more loved than they are, no one has a more charmed childhood. It's a sad thing, but many boys in the Seven Kingdoms do not have the luck to have a single father in their life. What is so wrong with Jacaerys and Lucerys having two?

Your hand goes to her hair, softly directing her mouth to where it pleases you most. You are not made for the cold. That much is clear. Before she had kissed you, you had been a quiet, mousy thing. Sadness had oozed out of you in waves. Under her fire, you had bloomed. You need passion, something that shook you and made you vibrate. You are the perfect treasure for her to guard.

But how to take you with her without causing an even greater scandal? Perhaps, you could be her handmaid. Then Rhaenyra thinks of your pretty hands, getting all rough from the hard work, or the Seven forbid, a Lord raising his voice at you, and she dismisses the thought.

Your hands grasp softly at her waist, touch unbearably kind. Your eyes are slightly hooded, expression full of want and admiration. It reminds her of someone.

“How do you feel about being shared?” There was only one person she could trust for the job. Well, perhaps two. But there was no way her father would allow Daemon to marry a commoner. He had tried that already.

Harwin it was, then. He was as devoted as you were, terribly kind and warm. He understood how sex could mean worship, love, or nothing at all. Rhaenyra could picture it, already. How his hands would envelop your hips, how small you would look next to him. How he would treat you, as if you were made of spun glass. You would make cute children, all with his soft eyes and your gentle smile.

The thought aroused her as much as it frightened her. Sharing you… What if Harwin wanted to keep you? You would make a good wife to him, she could tell. A good couple, so his father would finally be off his back about marrying and producing his own heir.

If he were a Targaryen, he would try. Daemon, she knew, would try to steal you from right under her nose if he thought he had a chance. It was why she would not pick him to marry you, either.

Harwin wasn't like that, though. He was loyal and steadfast in her support. Adding you into the mix… He might grumble at first, but Harwin had always liked pretty things. That's why they worked so well.

It would mean fully committing to him, of course. Yet, was it really that different from what they now had? They shared children already. A wife could not hurt the dynamic.

“Shared?” You recoil a bit, nearly pushing her off your lap. Your face says it all.

“I can't… Women are not allowed to love other women, where I am from.” Rhaenyra explains, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. If you were free to love who you wished in this strange world, your behavior would make a little sense. It would explain why you had offered yourself so freely.

“Where you are from? I… I am not going there.” You shake your head, energetically. Being denied is not something Rhaenyra is used to, yet she likes you more for it. You had a spine. Good. It would serve you well in Westeros.

“You are. Aren't you meant to be mine?”

“Well, you are meant to be mine too.” You answer, petulant. Apparently, being reminded that you are hers has upset you in some matter. Perhaps, you disliked her tone. But you will have to get used to it. She is soon to be Queen. A Queen does not bow to pleas or arguments, no matter how sweet.

“I am the heir to the Iron Throne. I have children. I must go back.” The rest is unspoken. You seem to be unimportant, in the great scheme of things in your world. Why would you not want to follow?

Your face scrunches up. You look about to cry.

“Here, let me…” Her hands start to unwrap your towel. You look startled, but do not fight her. One of her hands squeezes at your thighs, smiling at the softness there. “Good. Harwin will love these.”

Rhaenyra is, of course, taking a bit of advantage of the situation. She had seen enough of your figure to know Harwin would want you. There is nothing that he loves more than being smothered between a woman's thighs. But she wanted to see for herself.

She, too, can't wait to bed you. But that would come with time. You need to get used to the idea of being hers, and exactly what that means, first.

“I find this very rude.” You scowl, pulling your towel back to cover yourself. “I do not want this Harwin.”

“I will take you with me. He is my current lover, and he is not yet wed. There is no better way for us to be together.” Rhaenyra kisses your stomach, over the towel. She kneels as she does so, pleadingly.

She hopes this might move you. There will be no negotiating on her end. You will come, and you will marry Harwin, because she orders it so.

You give her such a heartbroken look, though, it is hard to stay firm. Rhaenyra cups your cheek in her palm.

“Come on, sweet girl. Be mine. I beg you. You won't have to bed him if you don't want to.” She caresses your cheekbone, softly.

“I… I…” You hesitate, clearly torn. Rhaenyra coos at you. You are so sweet and kind, she can't help but feel bad about what she is about to say. But it is for your own good.

The alternative is, of course, just having tonight. A night, to keep you pushing forward from what's left of your lives. Rhaenyra doubts that she could be that strong. Having you a night, knowing you are his, but unable to keep you the next morning.

“Are you happy here? Knowing you could have… Could be so much more?”

“Pet to a Princess.” Your voice is bitter. You scowl at her, all pouty lips. She is used to that routine, it is one she had perfected herself, during her younger years. It amuses Rhaenyra greatly. Never in a million years she would have expected herself to take on the role of her uncle. History repeats itself. Or so they say.

“The love of my life.” She kisses the corner of your mouth. Right now, you need reassurance, but mostly, you need her to take charge. Gods know that when she was in your position, she would have loved for Daemon to resolve her problems. “Get dressed. We will find your witch.”

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“I read my colleague Hadley Freeman’s column in The Sunday Times this weekend in a growing state of shock. Hadley described how, on three occasions, a man had choked her in bed. I then read the section in Escape, the book she references, written by another journalist, Marie Le Conte. Le Conte writes that choking during sex was “mainstream” among those under 40. “If I were to rank it,” says Le Conte, “I would say it sits somewhere around the light spanking mark . . . not so out of the ordinary that you would mention it to someone.”

Readers around my age, 58, will appreciate how I felt. Never mind incorporating strangulation into sex, we belong to a generation where the “light spanking” Le Conte references is itself regarded as a bit weird, a bit pervy, a bit “why would you want to hit someone, or be hit by someone, in bed?” As regards throttling a partner, a phrase I am shocked to find myself writing, that belongs in my mind to the realm of bullies, abusers, thugs, misogynists, rapists. Very niche. Very sinister. Very illegal.

I would regard even pretending to strangle a partner as an outrage. If a male friend told me such behaviour turned him on, that friendship would end. If I contemplated doing it myself, I’d get therapy. And let’s be clear, the choking under discussion, which a study last year found almost 60 per cent of female students in the US had experienced, does not refer to play-acting, but actual hands round the throat, pressure on the windpipe, possible-loss-of-consciousness suffocation. WTF?

When I got to work yesterday morning three younger female colleagues — in their forties, thirties and twenties respectively — confirmed how widespread the practice is. I suppose when Men’s Health carries idiotic articles headlined “how to do choking safely, according to experts” I should have known asphyxiation-as-foreplay had become, if a long way from normal, then at least normalised. All three women said they had encountered it, along with being slapped, hair-pulled and spat on (eh?!) by male partners. None had welcomed any of these actions.

I should emphasise that these were not super-traumatic encounters with evil psychos, but otherwise consensual acts with otherwise normal blokes. Not pleasurable in any way, but not, I gathered, a massive deal either, such is the extent to which formerly minority, hardcore aberrations have entered the everyday bedroom experience.

The youngest colleague told me several of her female friends did enjoy the experience. I’m sceptical about that. I fail to see how partial suffocation by someone physically stronger, someone you don’t necessarily know well, with no help at hand, can be anything other than terrifying. I find it more likely that some young women, not yet fully confident, have been persuaded that being choked is not only not weird, but now a standard aspect of sex to which they ought to submit. Human beings are hard-wired for self-preservation: oxygen deprivation is something we desperately strive to avoid, not embrace. I’m in no doubt that the vast majority of women subjected to choking do not like it, to put it mildly.

What shocks me is why men, so-called normal men who aren’t sadists who ought to be locked up, would want to strangle their lover in the first place. Of course the easy answer is the malign influence of protracted youthful exposure to pornography. Such exposure has, it is argued, normalised sexual behaviour previously thought extreme. And yet it is possible to view porn without going anywhere near clips of men choking women.

A correctly socialised teenage boy in receipt of the correct moral guidance would shut down such content in a cold sweat should his cursor so much as inadvertently hover over a link. Yet evidently lots of boys and young men blithely consume the dodgy stuff, presumably not knowing it is dodgy. They then expect to mimic it when their sex lives begin to encompass people other than themselves.

Therefore, older people, parents, specifically fathers, are not doing their job properly. Shame on them. They should be telling their sons that all sexual violence is despicable, full stop. We’re not in groovy, liberal, “each to their own” territory here. We’re not talking dress-up or role play. We’re talking about actions which are at best distressing and degrading, and at worst deadly. This behaviour should not be up for discussion. It’s just plain wrong.”

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“A Natural Purple Suits You Best”

| 02.23.2022 | 1.2K | Mature Audiences |

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader

Summary: Vil works a lot, you know that cause you work for him. But it seems that even the man you work for has his own little secrets. [Pre-read and Idea From: @v-anrouge & my friend, Coco]

Work. Work. Work.

You’ve come to terms that Vil Schoenheit will always, always be a busy man. One who’s has several meetings, several photo shoots, several movie scenes, always moving and always working. Most of those things don’t pertain to you, you simply manage his wardrobe. He tells you the exact outfit needed and you have to prepare it. Make sure that his large walk in closet is organized and categorized correctly, that his clothes get washed perfectly and each item ironed. It’s a taxing job, always having to make sure he’s closet is in order when it seems he buys clothes every single day.

Today, is no different.

Your knees ache from resting on them, organized his multiple pairs of shoes, in alphabetical order, shoe type, and brand. Making sure each are visible and clean. You move easily, having done this job several times before, yet as your placing his newest pairs of heels on a low rack, you accidentally knock over a thick box. All the contents spilling out and scattering across the closet marble floor. Cursing under your breathe, you move to pick clean it all up, before your eyes land on a unfolded deep red lace material. You pick it up, completely unfolding it, it was a lingerie corset, with two flimsy satin straps.

You automatically check the size, and it matches with Vil’s. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, staring from the corset to the other items. Black garter belts, sheer black stockings, and lacy panties. You knew that Vil had not problem wearing women’s clothing, but to this extent.

You nearly jump out your skin when you hear a familiar voice clearing their throat. Your neck nearly snapping to look at your boss, towering over you with a deep scowl. No words need to be exchanged, simply giving a ‘what on earth are you doing in my stuff’, he’s still clearly on the phone and makes no effort you speak, only ordering you to clean it up with a wave of his finger and leaving his closet speaking to his manager.

You wish you could say that was the last time. But it wasn’t.

From a simple accidental secret to now, a weird common occurrence. Him making no effort to his newest shopping habit. Always making sure you knew how to clean them and maintain his new collect of lingerie. It was embarrassing, the mere thought of Vil trying on the clothes in private, right before bed to do lords knows what.

He calls your name, sending your flying from your thoughts as your stare blankly at his collections of shirts. Having been trying to put on the same button up on the same hanger for the last 10 minutes. You glance at your watch, it’s late, only 9pm and you’ve spent the majority of your day organizing. You hang the shirt up and stiffen a yawn, slipping out the closet into Vil’s bedroom. You don’t look in his direction, blindly answering him as your stack your arms with more shirts that need to be hung up.

“You agree that this looks well.”

“That wha—” Youre voice trails off, staring wide at through the large floor length mirror. Dressed in a lacy deep purple once peice, that clipped at the base of his neck and revealed the entirety of his back, stopping right above his ass. With long thigh length stockings, with frilly skin tight ends that dug lightly into his flesh, kept up by black garter belts that wrapped around his waist. His hair is down, grazing lightly over his shoulders, with a stray stand resting across his face. You’re sure it was purposeful.

“Well?” He turns to face you, waiting for you to answer, and when you can’t find the words, but also can’t look away he takes it as a good sign. “That’s all. You can finish up.” A lazy dismissal as he fiddles with his outfit, making adjustments as your waddle back into the closet.

How are you supposed to work after that.

You don’t.

That’s the answer you settle with, face burning as your try and focus on the straps along his ankles, he seemed lost in thought, leaning against his cushioned chair, with his black heel dig into your thigh as your fingers grazed against his ankles, fixing and adjusting the small silver buckles. You feel like fainitng, even as his own personal fashion, closet caretaker, whatever your damn job is, it has never been this—intimate. Sometimes your do the rare back zipper, maybe do his buttons while he’s focused on something else. But.. to be kneeling before him. You keep your head down, hands dropping your side, mummering a soft ‘done’. Vil doesn’t respond. Merely clicking his tongue, using the toe of his heel to lift your chin, gently forcing your you to look up at him.

“I don’t like when you mumble. Speak clearly.” A shiver runs down your spine, suddenly hyper aware of your own breathe as Vil leans back, hands gently resting along the arms of his hair, and legs crossed, a silk robe covering his body, but loose around his shoulders, revealing his collarbone and a portion of his chest, and with his legs crossed, you could see his bare thighs amd where it meets the skin tight black lingerie. Your eyes shift back to his, and he told his head. Waiting for you to speak.

“I’m done.”

Your voice is shaky, and you feel his shoe leave behind a searing touch as he moves away, ushering you up as he stands. Leading you towards his mirror, his hands gliding over your lower back to where you stood infront of him. Hands clasped together and trying to keep your breathing under control, he stands slightly behind you, eyes moving over your form, inspecting you, before deciding he liked whatever he saw. “I’m certain you’d look amazing in red and black, maybe white,” He’s speaking to himself, his elegant fingers graze over your arms, before moving to place them on your waist, the edges of his fingers, pulling at the ends of your shirt, slipping beneath it.

“Maybe a more natural purple?” There’s a teasing edge, and your sure he doesn’t mean any piece of clothing in his extensive wardrobe. You hold back a hot gasp, eyes flutter as he creeps higher, before resting on your chest. “Is that alright.”

…. Of course it is.

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Hunter begins the chant of the Midnight Kiss.

“No Mercy,” they call.

“No Mercy,” you answer.

The Kiss of Midnight is an 18+ story-driven CScript wip based within the Predator Universe. There will be heavy gore and violence throughout, as well as potentially graphic depictions of blood, injuries, mutilation, and death. Other warnings include vomiting, optional explicit sexual content, and surgical procedures (medical care). This list will be updated as and when it is needed.

All asks are welcome, including explicit asks.

[DEMO - not yet available]

When a lethal alien species invades Earth, you, as the foremost expert on ancient linguistics and cultures, are called upon to join a team of experts from around the world that has been tasked with eradicating this threat.

However, when you make the decision, against your teams wishes, to take in and protect a lost alien child, you have no idea that you’re ultimately sealing Earth’s fate.

It does beg the question though, of what exactly that fate is?

Have you doomed Earth to its total destruction or have you unwittingly become its saviour?

Customise your MC’s appearance. Play as male, female, or nonbinary, with the option to be cis or trans. Choose your pronouns and titles (sir, sister, child, etc.) separately.

Asexual and Aromantic options are available.

Personality types include: sarcastic/genuine, stoic/emotional, reckless/cautious, friendly/distant, shy/bold, brutal/merciful. Skills include: intelligence, charisma, strength, technology, and agility.

Take care of a Yautja pup, and in turn, earn the trust, respect, and friendship of him and his older sibling. Even learn to communicate with them.

Follows certain Yautja lore to some extent, but in regards to Ghost and Hunter, it’s more fanon-based.

Explore alien cultures.

Leans heavily into found family dynamics.

Ghost [M]

[Yautja | Suckling]

Ghost was nicknamed as such due to him making half the team think the camp was haunted. He has an almost sweet disposition in comparison to the adults of his species, and he seems determined to protect you after you protected him. Ghost doesn’t really like it when other members of your team get too close to you, but he makes an exception for the commander and the three doctors. He’s inquisitive, affectionate (with you), and loves to try and fight everything he comes across. You know you shouldn’t get attached, but you just can’t help yourself.

At only 3ft tall, it’s clear that this little one is a younger member of the Yautja species. Ghost has whitish eyes with an orange-red ring around the pupil that are less sunken than the adults of his species. His reptilian-like skin looks slightly lighter in colour than his older sibling due to his mottling being a more greenish-blue. His hair-like appendages are also of the same colour and stop just past his shoulders with only a few spacer beads clipped in. He has four mandibles with small tusks (although they’re big enough to suggest that Ghost will grow to be rather tall) and a mouthful of sharp teeth, with some still growing in. He has small black claws, but the length shouldn’t fool anyone, they’re still very sharp. Ghost wears garb similar to older Yautja, but has not earned his mask yet.

Thwei-kv'var-de | Blood Hunter [M/F] [RO]

[Yautja | Elite]

When it comes to the Yautja that you nicknamed Hunter, you instinctively know that they’re dangerous even by their species standards. If not for Ghost, you’re pretty sure you would have been skewered on their blades, but as it is, you manage to earn the Elite Yautja’s respect and in turn, their trust and friendship. Hunter is highly intelligent, has a rather terrifying sense of humour, and even seems somewhat…charming. They also appear to take great pride in protecting their sibling and the soft ooman aka: you, from anything they deem to be a threat. You, on the other hand, aren’t sure how to feel about having a member of one of the deadliest species in the universe as a bodyguard.

With M!Hunter standing at 7’11ft and F!Hunter standing at 8’2ft, they tower over the humans in your team. They have small, yellowish-gold eyes deep set in tough, reptilian-like skin that is lighter in colour with dark blueish mottling. The colour of their mottling is also the colour of their hair-like appendages which reach their mid-back and appear to have several metal spacer beads clipped onto them. They have four mandibles with long tusks, but their top left tusk has a large chip in it, and several sharp teeth. They also have long black claws, that could easily tear through flesh. Hunter wears the traditional Yautja garb and a mask that is heavily marked showcasing that Hunter is a veteran predator (similar to Wolf’s).

Commander Jensen/Jenna ‘Jen’ De Luca [M/F] [RO]

[Human | NAVY SEAL | Italian-American | 33]

Charismatic, confident, and commanding, it’s hardly surprising that they were chosen to head the whole team. With a flirtatious personality and lightning fast wit, many people are lulled into a false sense of security around the NAVY SEAL, allowing Jen to easily catch people off guard. They take their responsibilities and their teams safety very seriously, and can switch from laid-back to alert in an instant. They seem to enjoy your company, and take a lot of joy in trying to get you to laugh. They also worry about you and your decision-making skills a lot. Clearly they’re just going to have to stay by your side for this mission.

Jen stands tall and steadfast at 6’3, with an athletic build born from their service in the NAVY SEALs. They have wavy black hair that falls to Jenna’s mid-back and to just below Jensen’s ears. Jenna’s hair is usually kept up in a high ponytail. They have ice blue eyes, with a scar running from their temple, just below their left eye, to the ala of their nose. Their sun-kissed skin and light freckles give the appearance of someone who has just walked off a runway, rather than a battlefield. Several traditional SEAL tattoos can be seen on Jen’s upper arms and back, but they have no piercings.

Face claim: Matthew Daddario | Alexandra Daddario.

Dr. Choi Hyun [Agender] [RO]

[Human | Archeologist | South Korean | 30]

Having worked together many times in the past, Hyun has become a very good friend to you. They come across as quite prickly to most people, but no matter how grumpy they appear to be, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that Hyun is always happy to have to you near them. The best way to make friends with them and earn a place on their ‘people I’m nice to’ list, is to listen to them talk about their work. Hyun is very enthusiastic about archeology and they physically light up when asked about any aspect of it. Moments like that are why, despite their general grumpiness, so many people have a crush on them. Well that…and the fact that they’re very pretty.

At 5’6, Hyun is of average height with a chubby build and toned muscles from constantly lugging heavy equipment around. They have warm beige skin that is evidently well taken care of with no defining features or scars on their face. They have straight ash brown hair that falls to their shoulders, and deep brown eyes that often appear black in certain lights. Hyun has their lobes and their right helix pierced with silver jewellery, but they have no tattoos, although they are eventually planning to get a large one on their chest area.

Face claim: Hyunjin.

Doctor Vanja Nikolić [NB!M] [RO]

[Human | Medic | Croatian | 38]

Vanja’s an extremely well-regarded doctor, and while xe is known for having quite a stoic bedside manner, xe softens dramatically around children. Knowledgable and quick-witted, there aren’t many who can stand toe-to-toe with Vanja and he makes sure that the cocky bastards that try know it. Xe follows the mindset that trust and respect must be earned, which can make xem seem arrogant at times, but in reality, Vanja has just been betrayed far too many times. Once that trust has been earned, however, you will see a much more relaxed, open, and even teasing side to him that is sure to leave most flustered.

The doctor is 5’10 and has a slender and elegant build with softer muscle tone that points to xyr most used muscle being xyr brain. He has grey eyes that are so light, they are almost eerie, and tousled auburn hair that curls at his nape. Vanja has pale skin, almost completely unblemished, if not for the scar that runs across xyr forehead and disappears into xyr hair. He wears black-framed, circular glasses all the time due to his hyperopia and Vanja uses a retainer strap to keep them from falling off when he is on the move. Xe has no tattoos or piercings.

Face claim: Patrik Cvetko.

Dr. Mainza Kabwe [F/NB] [RO]

[Human | Chemical Engineer | Zambian | 36]

Mainza has a very calming effect on everyone ey meets, with the ability to make friends anywhere and make almost anyone smile. Ey is cheerful and friendly, and thrives on a challenge. Mainza always tries to see the good in people, which can lead to em being let down a lot, but ey doesn’t let that destroy eir positive outlook. Ey is very popular amongst those ey works with, and considering Mainza is a person with great muscles and an even better laugh, it’s hardly surprising. Ey always goes out of eir way to make sure that you’re doing okay, and is the first to offer eir support of your decision. Like Jen, ey is eager to do what ey can to keep you safe.

With a muscular build developed through hard work and physical labour, and standing at 6’0 feet tall, Mainza paints an impressive picture. Ey has shoulder-length black Locs and dark brown eyes that always carry a warmth to them. Eir skin is sepia with two beauty marks, one under eir eye and one on eir chin. Mainza has no scars on eir face but has plenty of calluses on eir hands. Ey wears red-framed glasses when reading or doing work that requires a lot of focus (or involves finicky parts). Ey has a vertical piercing in eir right eyebrow and has eir lobes pierced with silver hoops. Ey also has two full tattoo sleeves and several tattoos on eir ribs, torso, and back.

Face claim: Christina Sakala.

Three poly options are available to pursue: Mainza/Vanja, Hunter/Jen, Hunter/Hyun.

Note: the face claims are tentative, please feel free to imagine them however you wish to (as long as you respect their skin tones).

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Prey! Series - Part One: Trafficked - OA Zidan x Reader

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When Omar first meets you it’s because a young Ukrainian girl has been found bleeding out on someone’s lawn after being stabbed thirty times. She’s lucky to be alive, he’s told at the hospital while he waits for you to arrive. When he thinks of the nineteen bodies they’ve just found buried in the woods and the shallow grave Hailey had clawed her way out of he thinks luck had nothing to do with it. That girl is a fighter through and through.

When you appear, he isn’t prepared for just how pretty you are. You’ve tried to downplay it; no makeup, hair tied away from your face but you’re naturally striking. You’re wearing civvies, black jeans with battered Doc Martens, a light grey tunic top thrown over the top. You’re in the midst of clipping your badge to your hip when he approaches you.

“Sorry.” You greet him, raising your head to meet his eyes. “It was my day off.”

For a moment the entire world falls away and he’s completely captivated by you. This is what the Quran talks about, he thinks, when you meet your soulmate. There’s a sense of tranquillity, of peace. A familiarity that you can’t explain. That’s how he feels when he shakes your hand.

“Hanna Emery.” You introduce yourself. “Human Trafficking Division.”

Hanna

In Hebrew it means compassion.

You certainly live up to your namesake.

He hangs back during the interview. He’s new to the bureau, still finding his feet and he’s experiencing a lot of firsts during this case. Human trafficking is your world, something you’re well versed in he comes to discover as you question Hailey. The technique is different, tailored towards different aspects of the victim’s experience. There’s an emotional intelligence in you that he can’t even begin to fathom.

Through the course of the interview, you learn that Hailey and her sister were trafficked from the Ukraine through an Eastern European employment agency. They were from a small farming community. They each completed a test before participating in a video interview. They’d been ecstatic when they’d discovered they’d been selected for jobs in New York City.

“It’s a scam we see often,” You tell Omar in the aftermath when you’re comparing notes. “They target girls in rural communities, the ones that don’t know any better.”

The girls had been picked up at the airport in a van by three men Snake, Spider and Hog. They’d been transported to a townhouse before descending into what Hailey described as the depths of hell. Your demeanour changes when Hailey mentions the name Snake, it’s a subtle shift, a tension in your shoulders, your eyes flicking upwards.

“Who is he to you?” He’d asked you as he swiped his card over the payment feature of the vending machine. “Snake?”

You’re already tearing open the wrapper of the candy bar he’s just bought you because you’d had to skip out on lunch with a friend to cover his case. Omar figures it’s the least he can do.

“A monster.” You tell him. “I’ve been cleaning up his mess for almost two years now. The shit he’s done to these girls…”

You shake your head as you throw the rest of your half-eaten candy bar into the trash.

It’s when Hailey describes the extent of her abuse that Omar finds himself at a loss. She and her sister Brook were taken to the basement of a townhouse, raped for three days straight. That’s incomprehensible to him, the terror of it, the violation. He has three sisters, the thought of something like that happening to one of them…

It makes him sick.

“It’s a way of breaking them down, keeping them compliant.” You explain to Omar afterwards. “It destroys their hope, erodes their sense of person. They become an object to be used, a vessel for someone else’s pleasure.”

You pause, your fingers toying with the bracelet on your wrist. It’s woven fabric, black, white and red threads all interlocked in an Aztec pattern and secured with a tight knot. It’s a couple of years old, he thinks. He doubts you’ve taken it off since it was given to you.

“They call rape murder of the soul, it’s worse than death. With death there’s peace, an ending. With rape, the person you are is completely obliterated, you can pick up the fragments, but they don’t fit the same way they used to.”

It’s harrowing, hearing it described like that. You must have done thousands of these interviews, heard so many variations of the same story. He wonders if it wears on you, if it takes a little piece of your soul everytime you endure their suffering along with them.

“I’m not sure how you recover from something like that.” Omar says, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck.

“Some don’t.” You say sadly, your arms crossing over your chest as you look through the window into Hailey’s room. “Hailey though, she’s strong. I think she’s one of the ones that make it.”

“Is it true what you said?” He asks quietly, his shoulder coming to rest against the wall. “Is it really one in five women who get sexually assaulted?”

You sigh as you tilt your head to look at him. He sees the truth of it in your eyes and it devastates him because that means it’s happened to someone that he knows, someone he cares about, and he isn’t sure what to do with that knowledge.

“Yea.” You say softly. “I’m afraid it is.”

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