#and.. also.. we both have the same skin tone. those colors would have to be hEAVILY altered in order for it to fade good i think

[universallywriting]

brown mermaids are scientific

I’m so sick of seeing racists try to scientificially explain why mermaids aren’t brown. Everyone’s like “eh, but they’re fictional” and while that’s true and a great argument, I would like to point out that scientific mermaids also have plenty of reasons to be brown, or any color other than white, and nature actually isn’t racist. We can actually use science in conjunction with diversity to create more lush, interesting lore for our fantasy. 

Color underwater is actually really cool because water is going to scatter wavelengths of light. The further down you go, the more colors we lose. The first color to go is red, then orange, then yellow. This is why if you look at deepwater sea creatures a lot of them are actually red. This provides incredible camouflage because there’s no red light wavelengths down there to reflect it, which makes their colors so muted and dull that it’s extremely hard to see them.

If we had mermaids who were evolving for camouflage, bright red would be the strongest choice. However, orange and yellow also rapidly become dull under the water, and that’s where the vast majority of human skin tones fall on a color wheel. Although shade obviously makes a difference, it would overall be pretty negligible. Any human skin tone would quickly become muted and dull. The more interesting question isn’t whether a mermaid would have light or dark skin, but rather the pattern in which those colors would likely present themselves.

Mermaids are almost certain omnivores, just like humans are. They’re portrayed with the same teeth as us, and the mix of incisors for tearing and molars for grinding indicates a diet that would consist of plants and meats. Mermaids have long arms with dextrous fingers that would likely be used for tool use, and considering all the overlap I think it’s reasonable to assume that they would likely hunt rather than scavenge their prey.

Most ocean hunters present with countershading, a coloration pattern that involves being dark on “top” and light on “bottom”. I think the most likely coloring a scientific mermaid would have would be this two toned system, one that’s consistent across the body and tail. So a mermaid’s back would be dark, going with human skintones we would see a very deep brown, with a belly that would be extremely pale. Because of the odd way mermaids swim, it’s even very possible that this coloration would continue throughout the arms, with the backs of the hands up to the shoulders presenting with the dark brown, and the underside presenting with the pale white. Maybe we would even see dappled spots of lighter shades across the back to mimic the way light looks from the surface.

Though even then all of this assumes mermaids as deep water animals that rarely come up to the surface. If we assume that Ariel’s dad is just kind of a jerk and mermaids are naturally inclined to spend a lot of time in shallow waters, perhaps foraging through tide pools, it’s a very different idea and one that would support mermaids primarily having a dark coloration for skin protection. I think this is a really interesting concept too, because this could even provide a very strong argument for why mermaids have arms. It would make them much slower in the water than most other sea creatures, but it also makes it incredibly viable to spend time in shallow waters and tidal areas with a much lower risk of being stranded on dry land, as they could both use their arms to drag themselves into the water and get around obstacles, and also incorporate tool use that could make extended trips inland extremely beneficial.

Skin colors in humans are not a mistake. Every skin color has benefits and drawbacks from a scientific standpoint, and aside from all these fascinating discussions about UV rays and color below the sea, sexual selection matters too. If brown mermaids didn’t have a reason to be brown other than the fact that the other mermaids thought that the color was especially beautiful, that’s a scientific reason too. It’s why we have birds and fish with so many gorgeous colors that make them stand out instead of blend in.

Diversity is scientific. It’s reality. People of color exist, and we would exist in these stories of fantasy and sci-fi. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. When they say that black, latine, asian, mixed race, whatever - when they say we shouldn’t exist in these stories, they’re wrong.

No matter what your skin color, science is for you too. Keep learning. Keep arguing. We’re not going anywhere. <3

#the little mermaid #science #rambling #biology #marine biology #mermaids can be brown #science is for everyone

[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; insecurities with shohei!

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! mentions of skin color, weight, hair texture, and height.

note! hello everyone! I thought I’d start doing little notes before we get started. shohei fans come in different colors, sizes, and heights so I thought I could talk a little about each one! we’re all different in many ways and that’s what makes us beautiful so never feel saddened by the way you look. no matter what skin color, weight, height, or hair texture you have you’re beautiful and I hope that this post can help you with those insecurities you may be having at times. 🤍

when shohei first met you, he wasn’t examining your skin color, weight, height, or race.

for him it was strictly on how you carried yourself and made those around you feel.

seeing just how sweet, caring, loving, vibrant, strong, gorgeous, and special you were caught his attention almost immediately.

let’s say you’re one with darker skin; this never bothered shohei instead? he repeatedly told you just how beautiful your skin color was.

to him, your skin color fit you so well and he loved the color white, yellow, or orange against the darker tone because it made you shine.

shohei constantly lifted you up and always reminded you to feel good about yourself and your skin tone if it made you feel insecure.

he hated that the most; you being insecure. so with that he’d always take photos of you and show you just how perfect you and your skin are.

let’s say you’re one with a much paler skin tone; this also never bothered him and he’d praise you for just how beautiful you looked in darker colors.

he loved seeing you in black or a grey color and knew how much it bothered you but instead would make you look at yourself in the mirror to see exactly what he saw which was beauty.

he wouldn’t ever let you be insecure about it because he’d shut you up (politely) with a kiss or complimenting you like crazy.

say you’re one more so on the thicker or chubbier side; he was never bothered or disgusted with that and instead? he praised you, loved you, desired you, wanted you, and took so much time telling you just how perfect you looked to him.

to shohei, that’s all that mattered! was his own opinion and the way he thought. he could care less about what anyone else thought about you.

he’d kiss your thick thighs and tell you how much he loved them and how pretty they were.

he’d hold you tight, caress you, kiss each and every stretch mark you may have and show to him. he’ll carefully care for you and make sure you’re loved.

now let’s say you’re on the thinner or skinner side; he is the same way and if you ever complain about how gross you feel or look? it’s immediately taking you to the room and sitting you down for a talk.

he takes your insecurities very seriously and wants to work on those with you. he’ll never let you feel awful about your thin arms or legs.

instead he corrects you and talks about how much he likes your thin arms and legs and why they look so cute the way that they do.

thin hair, thick hair, curly hair, wavy hair, straight hair, braided hair, afro hair, or shaved… if any of this list describes you I will say that shohei does not care and in fact he will love your hair in it’s natural state or not! he will be sure to praise you and compliment you and even play with your hair or rub your head no matter what! especially if you enjoy it.

if some days you can’t look at yourself because you ate the way you’re hair is looking? shohei gets upset. to him you’re like a princess no matter what kind of ‘mess’ your hair may be in. you’ll always be a princess to him and he’ll adore you no matter what.

height! if you’re quite tall he’ll find that attractive and fun. to you it may not be fun or attractive but he won’t let that slide. he constantly compliments your long legs and just how pretty they look. he’ll even poke fun and say that you take such long strides like he does because you’re both tall.

short? sweet and admirable! he doesn’t like when others tease you about your height because to him he enjoys just how small you are. he can pat your head and squish your cheeks.

can and will shohei poke his fun at you? of course he will! but he will never ever let you feel so bad about you being smaller and short. he’ll uplift you and praise the height the best he could.

#shohei ohtani #boyfriend shohei 🤭 #baseball #fanfic #mlb fanfic #mlb imagines #mlb american league #mlb fandom #imagines #mlb #writers on tumblr #headcanon #writing #writerscommunity #shohei ohtani smut #shobae #smut

[spirit-of-the-westao3]

PERSUASIVE ESSAY ON CASEY JONES JR BIOLOGICAL FATHER ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🙏🏼BEGGING YALL TO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND TELL ME IF IM CRAZY OR NAH🙏🏼

OMFG…reading some fics and there was one where Leo was Casey’s bio dad and another where Raph was his bio dad and I was like naaaaahh I love it, but realistically? (For humanoid turtle worlds, anyways) Nah.

But then they pointed out that Casey only received the human half of the respective turtle genes.

And I thought man, but we don’t have a reference because we don’t know what the rise turtles look like as humans…

And then it hit me

We don’t know what the TURTLES look like as humans….

BUT WE KNOW WHAT HAMATO YOSHI LOOKED LIKE

So I’m thinking to myself, okay, in theory, Casey might have some of Yoshi’s physical traits.

Let’s compare.

First up, we got hair color. Yeah, both have dark hair, but that’s meh evidence. But it is worth noting that they both have those little flares on the back of their necks…

But what’s this?!

They have the same facial structuring and shape…elongated, sharp chin. It could also be argued that their skin tones are pretty similar.

We can also note that their ears are drawn the same way too!

And you might say okay Spirit, but maybe that’s just how they draw ears-

Well Cass is literally his mom and her ears are drawn differently. You can also appreciate that her face is more rounded, and her chin is flat, unlike Lou’s.

So…maybe there is a chance?…

Look, these rise creators did a fantastic job at sneaking in details and Easter eggs, it would surprise me if they decided to do this in secret and just see if anyone caught on.

I originally theorised that some douchbag just knocked Cass up and ditched her 🤷🏼‍♀️ but I don’t know…it just doesn’t feel quite right. Some rando? No hints or clues, rhyme or reason as to why or how Casey Jr came to be???…

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Do you have evidence to support this theory? Evidence that challenges it? IM ALL EARS PEOPLE!

P. S. Sorry if someone has already talked about this, I’m new to the fandom and also a little dumb. Not tryna steal credit.

EDIT.

After thinking about it further and writing my own fic, I realized while writing Casey Jr that he doesn’t really show a lot of Cass personality traits…I mean, Cass is loud, wild, she’s unhinged and kinda chaotic. While I wouldn’t call Casey ‘shy’ by any means, I definitely wouldn’t consider him as wild as Cass…instead, I think of him as sweet, gentle and kind.

I’m just saying…I know a certain red turtle that gives off those vibes 👀

#splinter tmnt #rise splinter #rise casey #casey jones junior #casey junior #casey jones #casey jr #cassandra jones #rottmnt cassandra #lou jitsu #hamato yoshi #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise movie #leonardo rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #tmnt theory #cannon #share your thoughts

[rupalpspodrace]

Since y’all appear to be skipping over Bad Batch s2 on the pod, will there be any UnwhitewashTBB discussion? Or simply focusing on other things?

So, a lot of you have asked about this. Here are our thoughts, and a call to action for the Star Wars community:

Thank you for all the recent messages asking about our coverage of The Bad Batch season 2. Since it is the next Star Wars show airing, we would normally be covering it each week. However, after careful consideration amongst ourselves, we cannot cover The Bad Batch season 2 each week in good conscience, nor could we provide you the both insightful and fun coverage you would want. Simply put, if you listened to our season 1 coverage, you probably noticed our growing frustration with the show’s whitewashing. Lucasfilm had abundant time to fix this issue between seasons, and did not. While some of us will continue to watch the show privately (for Cody), and some will not, none of us want to give it any more free publicity to our trusted listeners. 

We all straddle the line between loving Star Wars and calling out its problems for almost every project. However, this one has become too difficult for us. We would not have anything more meaningful (or even entertaining) to add, except “fix the fucking show.” Most pieces of media contain bigotry in some form alongside other non-problematic elements. These we can discuss critically, taking into account both the problems with a show and the things it does well without dismissing the issues at hand. With The Bad Batch, that is not the case. The bigotry present in the show is not simply a single plot line or character, but is instead baked into the premise of the show itself. A central part of the show is how the Bad Batch themselves are better than the other clones. Them being intentionally made white (despite being cloned from a Māori man) leaves us with a story rooted completely in racism. Any “good” elements of the show are overshadowed by this problem, and as a result, we feel it would be disingenuous to discuss it or bring further attention to it. 

We are lucky that in the meantime the High Republic Phase II, a wonderfully diverse project both in the characters and behind the scenes, will be releasing, and that The Mandalorian season 3, which we haven’t had the privilege of discussing on the podcast yet, will be airing mostly at the same time. We’ll be focusing on those for the near future. As we usually do between Star Wars projects, we’ll be on a biweekly schedule, and we appreciate all of you who will continue to support us.

In the spirit of consuming media critically, something we value greatly here on the podcast, we would also like to use this as a call to action to our listeners and friends in the Star Wars community. Whether you continue to watch or cover the Bad Batch or not, we encourage the following:

If you haven’t already, educate yourself on the issues, and follow @UnWhitewashTBB on every platform.

If you continue to watch the show, post publicly in support of the #UnWhitewashTBB campaign each week. 

If you are an influencer and/or podcaster and continue to cover it, use your coverage to continuously call out these issues. If you are fortunate enough to interview anyone involved with the show, ask them directly about the whitewashing.

Support Māori causes monetarily. (There are several in a specific section here). If you are a creator still covering the show, encourage your followers and listeners to support these causes each week. If you make a profit off of covering the show, give some as well.

If you like the characters, only buy fan made merchandise, and merchandise that depicts the characters with the right skin tone. Try to support fan creators of color as well.

Consume media by and about Māori people and talk about it online and in your communities, like:

Thank you all again for supporting us, and despite all evidence to the contrary, hope Lucasfilm will improve in the future

— The hosts of RuPalp’s Podrace

#rupalp's podrace #the bad batch #tbb #unwhitewash the bad batch #star wars

[tekutiger]

There's something I've been wanting to post here for about a week now, but I've been putting it off, waiting for the Dawntrail Benchmark to release. (That can be found here btw: https://na.finalfantasyxiv.com/lodestone/topics/detail/ffe3a1a5430a5a8168ca9782ab9ec0e57cd5be62)

On the official Square Enix forums (both English and Japanese), there is an entire thread for the Graphical Update Viera Noses. Our communities are not exactly thrilled with the changes, to say the least.

The (current) last page of the English thread can be found here: https://forum.square-enix.com/ffxiv/threads/493947-Graphical-Update-Viera-Nose/page19

The first page of the English thread can be found here: (or you can just go to the link above, scroll to the bottom and click "First") https://forum.square-enix.com/ffxiv/threads/493947-Graphical-Update-Viera-Nose

I tried checking here on Tumblr if this had been posted already but the FFXIV tags are spammed so much 🫠

The Japanese thread link is within the EN thread somewhere, I forget which page.

If you play a Viera, you've probably noticed that your beloved WoL doesn't quite look the same- specifically the nose, and to a lesser extent with their eyes.

That's all pointed out and discussed in the thread. And yes, I did voice my opinion to it 🙃

I'm trying to find some comparison screenies of my bunboi and fembun to contribute here.

The thing I was worried about, and still kind of am even after going through the benchmark- is the strange "shine" you see on bunboi's noses in certain areas, or at random times. I couldn't find any rhyme or reason to why or when this would happen 🤷🏻‍♀️

We were also shown a preview of bunboi's with their nose like 7 shades darker than their skin tone and that didn't sit well with me. Between that and the shine? No. Just no.

This is current graphics 👆🏻

Another thing I noticed in the benchmark is that they removed the colored eyelashes from Face 1 (the face I'm using on my bunboi). It's literally like, 1 of the 2 primary reasons I chose this face to begin with. (They usually match your hair color.)

Dawntrail Benchmarker 👆🏻

You can see some of this "so called shine" in some of these, but it's not as bad as I thought it'd be originally. I guess I can live with it and over time I'll probably get used to it.

I can probably even get over the fact that his white eyelashes are gone, though I'll miss them. I don't know... 😖

I do appreciate the updated quality of the hair, and the iris/eyes, and his facial feathers. I also like that the added "lip color" I gave him appears to be matte and not a gloss, but I'm not sure how other people will like that, lol.

ALSO. There's a very specific scene in the benchmarker that shows your WoL's face so much better but for some strange stupid reason you cannot take screenies during it. I feel like SE really let the ball slip there.

There's probably a reason for it, and then again there might not be- because if I really wanted to, there are loop holes and I could still get those screenshots if I had more time, Lol 😅

Current graphics 👆🏻

I don't have a plethora of screenshots of my fembun like I do of my bunboi- but looking at my fembun specifically I'm realizing her bunny nose doesn't seem that prominent, even now? I guess I thought it was defined more 🤔. Perhaps it's the lighting of this specific shot.

I was going through this phase of changing her hair color from red to yin yang colors, back to red, back to yin yang, rinse & repeat, so...

Dawntrail Benchmarker 👆🏻

Again, I appreciate the high quality in the iris/eyes, hair, facial features- like her tattoos.

It does seem like the highlights in her eyes get a little lost, if that makes sense? The anime type white reflection. Not just for her but for my bunboi too. I think that goes for all character now- I've seen this commented about all across Twitter (yeah I know it's called X, but I'll never call it X).

Her bunny nose seems to disappear in many scenes and then it "seems" to be there in some scenes. I don't know what to make of it.

I feel so wishy washy with this graphics update. There are parts I like and parts I dislike. At this point I'm wondering if it's that whole mentality of "People dislike change" / "People fear the unknown" and over time we'll get used to it.

But also, I've seen some comparisons of people's characters and the overall appearance, the overall vibe of their character has totally shifted. It's understandable they're upset.

I want to offer a couple of pieces of advice here. If you have any commentary to add about Vieras (or any other characters really- like moon kitties got royally shafted on their fangs)- please visit that thread and put your two cents in. Hopefully SE will see it and potentially listen to the community feedback. But in the case of Moon kitties, there's likely a respective thread for them so you'll have to seek out that thread.

The other thing is, take advantage of this benchmarker in tandem with our free fantasia (coming soon). I feel the character creation screen does not properly display what our characters are going to look like once ingame. Do not take the character creation screen at face value. Create and/or modify your character in the benchmarker (you can save your character data). Play it out- make sure you're happy with how they look in the benchmarker. Then go on and use that fantasia. You can load the saved data from the benchmarker into the real game. (unless they changed things, which I highly doubt)

Edit: Adding in some links to other threads ⤵️ (Its been mentioned by others that it's best to keep posts pooled in one thread vs. spread sporadically out across several threads. If SE or Mods are likely to read anything, it's going to be in one centralized large thread.)

Thread: [Dawntrail] Miqo'te face 4 Keeper nose smudge nerfed

Thread: Benchmark/Graphics Update - Lip shape concern and eyes

Thread: Keeper fangs nerfed in the update

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv viera #ff14 viera #teku.blog #dawntrail benchmark

[tiffyfoundsomething]

I am a doll collector with BJD and buying parts or making hybrids can be a pain to color match. Just like playline dolls there’s not much consistency between brands. Some resins age differently, too.

The most reliable color matching source would probably be something like Pantone color cards, but those are FREAKING EXPENSIVE and it’s not reasonable to expect everyone to have them.

BJD collecting is an expensive luxury hobby and there are some of us that do need to keep our spending as minimal as possible.

This skintone chips set (https://www.pantone.com/products/fashion-home-interiors/skintone-guide-limited-edition) has an excellent range of skin tones, but seems to be lacking the pasty pale practically white colors a lot of Asian BJD come in and costs as much as a lower-priced BJD.

This set (https://www.pantone.com/products/plastics/the-pantone-matching-system-plastic-standard-chips-collection) seems ideal for color matching plastics, which resin is, at first but it’s polypropylene chips which will degrade in a few years, and not all colors of urethane or epoxy resins can be replicated in polypropylene. It’s also NINE THOUSAND FREAKING DOLLARS.

We all know I’m always looking for something functional and accessible and $9k that’s going to discolor and maybe even crumble in a decade is not my idea of accessible.

-

@maleficentmrsofallevil​ suggested a digital resource (https://redketchup.io/color-picker) which is free and accessible to most collectors that have an internet connection and using HEX codes is consistent across devices, however there are a few problems that we might run into.

Everyone’s monitors/phone screens and cameras would have to be calibrated exactly the same, and everyone’s lighting when making comparisons would have to be identical for this to be a viable resource. The hex chart being backlit could also skew the way it looks compared to a tangible resin sample.

That’s frustrating. Free and easy for most people to get a hold of is the ideal.

The main benefit of a physical vs digital resource for color matching is that the color sample and the doll are both subjected to the same lighting conditions, monitor settings, and camera settings so even if those factors vary between users, the comparison will still be relatively accurate.

-

A bunch of us sat around discussing different options. International hobby paint brands like Vallejo or Mr. Color, international makeup foundation color cards, etc. etc.

I’ve decided to give DMC embroidery floss color cards a try.

There are two versions.

One has samples of the actual floss in the book and costs about $40.

https://amzn.to/3Oq8G2f

The other has printed color blocks that presumably match the floss colors and costs about $10.

https://amzn.to/3Q2H8Bb

DMC are sticklers for their colors being the same across dye lots. Sometimes they change the numbers on colors and sometimes they discontinue colors all together, so we do still run into the issue of whether everyone’s looking at the same color cards or different versions.

At $10, needing to replace or update the color card every few years isn’t nearly as daunting as a $9k plastic samples set falling apart in your hands once a decade.

(Can you tell I hate polypropylene when used in conjunction with dolls?)

Other variables that will affect the efficacy of using DMC color cards are the conditions under which the color cards are kept like sun exposure, temperature, humidity etc. affecting either the color of the thread samples or the quality of the printed samples.

Another factor is consistency between printed samples.

I have not received these, yet, but my plan is to first compare them to each other to see how well the printed samples match the swatched samples, and then proceed from there.

#bjd #ball jointed dolls #affiliate links

[guiraguira]

Waddup to my fellow Matenro stan !

Fluffy-cloud☁anon here !

Wanted to know if you could do a Doppo x fem reader . Senario is where they go out on their first date but the movie that doppo booked ends later than expected.....soCAN I PLS SEE A SHY DOPPO X FEM READER WHERE HE STAYS OVER AT HER APARTMENT / HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME?????

Bonus is that she makeshim sleep on the samebed as her coz the cute bb wanna sleep on the couch . Hes do cute omfl !

Also coz where im at its 15/05 and its My boy's bday❤❤❤

Thank you so much❤❤❤❤and enjoy your day/night

☁fluffy-cloud anon☁

Share bed!✨

Hello fluffy-cloud anon! have a good day you too!❤️

That's how it is! Knowing it's his birthday I just want to rock him in my arms and put him to sleep whispering how much I love him.

I can honestly see it in all those scenarios where he is on the verge of death for doing something completely natural in a relationship, believing that he is going to make you uncomfortable or that it is something out of place.

Shy Doppo x female reader!

Warnings: none! Just a little first date awkwardness ❤️

°ahhggg! Doppo burns with shame from his ears to his toes. Why did he have to choose that movie that ends so late on his first date? Surely you will think that he did it to take advantage of you, but really it was the only function that they could arrive at.

°They both work in the same office and already knew each other well enough before he took the first step in asking you out. Even their shifts are the same, ending late as that stupid boss keeps giving them extra homework. The movie time had been booked with these setbacks in mind, he had planned it perfectly… or so he thought.

° You felt that Doppo was more tense than normal, but you thought it was something normal due to the nature of the situation. When in the middle of the movie you looked at him to comment on something he wasn't attentive to the screen, you caught him more times than you expected with his eyes on you. Giving him a smirk every time his gaze met you sent him a flying kiss causing him to sink into his seat and look away.

° When you left the cinema you understood a bit of his concern "I.. uhm…" he plays with his hands and you think that he is asking to walk hand in hand with you, so when you grab him he squeals in surprise. "Actually, I was thinking…I finish very late and maybe we will have to return by taxi "I do not escape your contact but his gaze was fixed on that connection between you.

°"ah, actually I live near here…we can walk there" loose starting to walk. The skin tone your date acquires easily goes beyond burgundy and becomes darker than his hair color as he silently follows you around. In just ten minutes you are already opening the door of your apartment. Only when you close the door behind him does he realize that he entered your house without permission, at night and on the first date.

°Now being trapped and alone at the entrance, the first thing he looks for is a window big enough to jump through. "Do you want a coffee or a tea?" You ask looking for two cups as if he were a recurring visitor.

° "Sorry… thanks permission! Ehhh…. I think I shouldn't be here" he says grabbing the door handle ready to open it and run downstairs, but it's locked. "A taxi home from here is incredibly expensive! You don't have to pay that when you can stay here!" His knees tremble slightly at your words and he refuses to take another step. As if he were an animal trapped in an enclosure he doesn't know.

°"Just take off your shoes and come sit down, take a coffee and I'm sure it's richer than the one in the office." You point to the place you prepared for him and the cookies you left in the middle of both. He complies and asks for permission when he approaches the table.

° Concentrated on his actions, you laugh when he blows on the coffee before taking the first sip. You still don't know how he got up the courage to ask you out, but you wanted him so much that if he didn't get up the courage you would, fortunately the same day you made that resolution he proposed the date. Perhaps, it is an unexpected twist as the evening unfolded, they should have waited longer until they got to the point of inviting each other to each other's house but now none of that matters.

° When you offer him a bath first he chokes and laughs nervously. He can't deny that, he knows your actions tonight pushed him over the edge and he needs to cool down a bit.

° Wearing the shirt you lent him and smelling the same as you from using your hair products is making him sweat again, he should do his best to think about something else. But he can't, you don't let him, finding him vulnerable, you kiss the top of his head, smiling sweetly when you see how small tears of shame crystallize his eyes.

° He has no choice but to cover his face with both hands fidgeting on his seat. "Just, it's our first date" he whispers, opening a space between his fingers to look at you. "The first of many" now your lips leave a kiss on that hand that made room for his eyes. Not being able to resist anymore, he fans himself with the first thing he finds, too ashamed to admit that he also expects the same.

° The night had really advanced and the time to sleep was already inevitable. "Prepare the bed before, so we can go to bed now" Doppo looks behind him and doesn't see anything like an armchair to sleep on, so he thinks you have another place for him in your room. Serious mistake, the only thing there is a double bed. His words catch in his throat when he points to a chair that seems comfortable "no, you won't sleep there" you say arranging the pillows so that they both have the same amount, his body trembles again when without issuing anything other than screams you also deny him sleep in floor.

° You slide in first and hold the blanket up for him, patiently waiting for him to stop being embarrassed. He hesitates for a long time before slowly entering and once covered you must stop him from escaping twice as he implores you to let him sleep in the bathtub if necessary.

° Even in his place concentrating on not making noise when breathing, he can't calm his agitated heart that at the slightest movement of yours begs you not to turn to see him. Just like him, you were also a bit nervous, you trust Doppo, but you also can't sleep so easily knowing that he is by your side.

° "y/o are you still awake?" Obviously you were but you didn't respond, a quick and clumsy kiss hits your cheek, his rapid breathing saturated your ears for a few seconds before he returned to his place on the bed "good night, to you too" in response, you only hear a weak giggle.

° Finally, the heat of sharing a bed manages to make them sleepy and they unconsciously seek each other's contact, ending up with their foreheads and noses together. The nervousness of the day before fades along with the darkness of the night, by dawn they are so huddled together that they hardly seem to be the same people.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic imagines #matenrou #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic headcanons #hypmic doppo #doppo x reader #doppo kannonzaka #doppo hypmic

[sakumasmut]

Hello hello! Can I request threesome with wolf Koga and wolf Jun??? With female reader??? Knocking reader until her belly swollen with their child??? So sorry if it lacking details, but recently i played enstar jp and they put Koga and Jun together on the anniversary screen.... And now I cannot stop fantasy about them having threesome with me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Wolf!Jun Sazanami and Wolf!Koga Oogami x Fem!Reader

Happy Late Halloween! This prompt was too fitting to pass up for spooky season, so I did my best to try and get it out on time!

tags/warnings: monsterfucking, threesome, breeding, cum inflation, knotting, double penetration, rough sex, cunninglus, overstimulation, size kink

ao3 link!

You gasped as strong, fur-covered arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against soft, bluish-grey fur. Another pair of claws tugged at your legs, the hair that tickled your skin a more silver color.

It was a full moon, which meant your partners had shed their human figures for the night in favor of their more bestial forms. They had grown much taller, your head not even reaching their necks, and every inch of their skin was covered in fur, hiding away the toned bodies of predators. Even their faces were different; noses replaced with snouts, and teeth grown larger into sharp canines. the only remnants of their human forms were the yellow eyes that stared at you while their large, pointed ears twitched at every small sound you made.

Luckily for you they were still the same men you fell in love with mindset wise, and wouldn’t be bloodthirsty towards you. Unluckily though, they still managed to piss each other off, catching you right in the crossfire of their dispute. Koga growled at the other wolf as Jun rubbed his large snout against your neck, scenting you and angering Koga further. You really weren’t sure why they were arguing now of all days, but clearly it involved you somehow.

“Boys—” You tried to wiggle your body, Jun squeezing your midriff too tightly for comfort, “Can you just share? I thought we agreed on that!”

“Mate.” Jun growled into your ear, continuing to rub up against you while he pressed a large paw against your flat stomach. “Give pups.”

Oh, that was what this was about. The single mention of mating answered your questions while also sending blood rushing to your cheeks. You were into the idea of being railed while your boyfriends were in their wolf forms, but you didn’t want them fighting over it. First, you had to deal with the current situation. Koga didn’t seem happy with how Jun was rubbing his scent all over you, his claws threatening to dig into your skin.

“First.” Koga barked, and he tried to pull on your legs to get Jun to let go. You yelped at the strong tug—his strength was no joke. Your head would have hit the ground if Jun wasn’t still clutching it to his chest!

“Koga!” You squeaked. “The order doesn’t matter if you’re both doing it on the same night, just let Jun do it first, okay?”

You wanted to reason with him, but Koga just snarled angrily, snapping his fangs at Jun. He wasn’t going to accept that idea of course, but Jun wasn’t going to let go of his hold on you either. You were getting really tired of their behavior.

“Ugh, why are you both so territorial all of a sudden? Can’t you guys just work together?”

They suddenly quieted down in surprise, and you registered what you had suggested as a throwaway remark. Surprisingly, they didn’t speak up, but rather stared at each other before both nodding.

“G-Guys, I was joking!” You panicked as you realized they were taking it seriously. “There’s no way you two would fit at the same time—”

Your worries went unheard, as the wolves seemed to have already taken the idea to heart. Jun continued to hold your body up as Koga reached his claws out to tear your pants off your legs, the ruined fabric falling to the ground.

“Hey!” You whined. “I liked those!”

He didn’t seem to care though, and Jun didn’t either as the other wolf followed suit with tearing off your shirt and bra. The cold air hit your breasts and you gasped, eyes falling towards the sharp claws that were already on your hips. Your panties were nothing but paper to be shredded to a lustful wolf, and you whimpered when the remains of it fell to the ground, leaving your cunt completely exposed.

Koga kneeled down, and from above you watched his snout rub against your folds, making you shudder and let out a sudden whine when his canine tongue licked it. He liked what he tasted, because he began to lap at it eagerly, making you gasp and buck your hips up. Koga’s tongue kept poking past your folds all too easily, your walls unable to clench onto the slippery muscle for too long. His sharp fangs pinched your sensitive skin, the mild jolts it sent through your body amplifying your pleasure. Jun also gave your shoulders licks and gentle bites, careful not to draw any blood. Your moans filled the air, the wet sounds of Koga’s tongue exploring your drenched pussy accompanying it. The occasional growl of satisfaction rumbled from their throats, but otherwise only the sounds of your pleasure were heard.

“K-Koga!” You moaned, orgasm coming much too quickly from his ministrations. The wolf just continued to lap at your pussy even as your juices gushed onto his face, clearly enjoying how you tasted.

He finally pulled away a few licks later, his snout wet with your fluids and leaving you a panting mess. Koga stood back up, and your eyes widened as they caught sight of his unsheathed cock poking out from beneath his silver fur. Just the sight of the veins throbbing along his red skin made you whimper—you had no idea how he intended to push it all inside of you. You felt something hard pressing against your thigh from below as well. If Koga wasn’t enough, you were going to be dealing with both him and Jun at the same time.

Koga’s claws dug into your soft thighs as he pushed your legs against your chest, Jun restraining your arms with his own so that you could do nothing but feel the cool air hit your dripping wet folds. You squeaked as you felt two large cocks press against your entrance—even just the bulbous heads seemed like a giant mountain to climb.

“W-Wait, b-be gentle—“ You cut yourself off with a scream as Koga shoved the tip of his cock inside you, growling as he tried to push the entirety of his length inside you in one go. Of course you were much too tight for that, so he huffed and pulled it out before slamming back inside. Your wails and the squelching of your fluids filled the air, his cock constantly forcing your walls apart until he was finally satisfied it had gotten mostly inside. He stilled, but that was when Jun’s own cock pressed against your already stretched entrance. You whimpered and braced yourself as it pushed inside you, rubbing against both your walls and Koga’s cock.

Jun took his time sliding himself in, but the stretch was still painful. The wolf rolled his hips with grunts and tried to push himself in as best he could, your walls being torn apart to conform to the two cocks inside you before he also stilled. Your cunt was stretched far beyond you thought possible, taking in not just one, but two giant wolf cocks. It was tight, and you had never felt so filled in your life, but you thought maybe you could eventually adjust. That was until they began to move.

Koga slid out first, pulling his length out until it was just the ginormous head left inside, but then when he began to slide back in, Jun took his place, pulling himself out and rubbing against Koga’s cock along the way. Your two beloved wolves, unable to get along just moments ago, were now fucking you in sync. You were seeing stars with each thrust, both of their dicks slapping against your skin and rearranging your guts.

Jun was taking his time, grunting while setting a good pace of bouncing you on his dick, while Koga was much more erratic, just trying to fill you as fast as possible. Either way, you were never left empty, as when one pulled out, another pushed back in a second later. Each time they pressed against your cervix you wailed loudly, which coaxed them to thrust even harder.

“K-Koga! Jun!” You screamed their names as you climaxed, the overwhelming feeling of two cocks inside you too much for you to possibly last long. They didn’t let up one bit though, and you felt another orgasm build up before your first even finished.

Your arousal wasn’t the only thing growing. The bases of both their cocks began to swell, and you gasped as their large knots pressed against your entrance each time one of them tried to bottom out. You were already so stretched out, there was no way you could fit one inside you, much less two! Nevertheless, they both were determined to knot you and knock you up, the prospect of puppies too alluring for them to think rationally. Any common sense had been thrown out the window the moment they first drove their dicks inside you.

You continued to babble and sob as another orgasm quickly washed over you, the pleasure also painful due to how you tried to contract around lengths that were so much bigger than your cunt could take. And yet take them you did, your body nothing more than a fuck toy for them to rut into. A mate for them to impregnate. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

“Please…” You moaned, not even sure what you were begging for. “Please! Koga, Jun, p-please! I need it!”

Jun growled and sped his pace up, harshly slamming upwards, trying to split your walls apart to fully take in his length. Koga was doing the same, scratching your skin and leaving red marks on your legs as drool dribbled down his chin and onto your bouncing breasts.

Finally, in some sort of miracle, Jun’s knot popped inside of you, immediately locking him in place. He barked happily, and that made Koga slam particularly hard inside of you to allow his knot to join Jun’s. They howled together loudly, their knots finally finding their place inside you. Your voice was hoarse as you came yet again, your walls clamping down tightly onto their cocks. This time however, warmth erupted into your womb as they flooded your insides with their hot, fertile seed. The mixture of two heavy loads being dumped inside you nearly made your eyes roll back in your head, mouth left agape as your stomach bulged from the sheer amount they were pumping into your body.

They kept filling you up in spurts, another shot of cum mixing with the rest swimming inside your womb in what felt like a never ending cycle. It did eventually stop, but at that point you were too completely fucked out of your mind to notice. Your wolves had marked you, both inside and outside, as theirs. Koga let go of your legs, your toes barely able to brush against the ground. He lay down on the ground and they both guided you to rest on his fluffy chest, Jun being careful not to crush you with his weight as he positioned himself behind you, allowing you to sit on Koga’s dick while Jun also stayed inside you. Their knots remained stuck in position, so they did their best to get you in a comfortable position, which was on your knees and your face against Koga’s chest.

The feeling of their cocks inside you would be imprinted on your mind forever, your cunt wouldn’t be satisfied by anything else from now on. Satisfied grunts came from Koga’s mouth as he licked your face affectionately, snapping you out of your post orgasmic daze. Your hands reached to scratch the fluff of his mane, making him loll his tongue out and pant happily.

Slowly but surely, their knots finally receded. Your stomach was still bulging with their cum, and you shuddered when Jun slid his length out, barely feeling any liquid gush out from you. They had fucked you so hard all their cum had stayed in place, waiting patiently to find your eggs and fertilize them. You thought that Jun pulling away meant he was finished, but instead a gasp was ripped out of you when he plunged himself right back in, like he had never left.

“A-Ah, wait…”

Jun licked your earlobe affectionately before he began to thrust again, Koga letting out small groans as his own cock began to harden up inside you once more. They were far from done with you. One thing was clear, you were going to be carrying their pups by morning.

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #jun sazanami smut #koga oogami smut #request #nsft es!!

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I'm Only Human (You Are Something Magic) - also on AO3

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Brandon gets hit with the magic belonging to Julia and Brody, and has a mostly horrible day about it. Only mostly.

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Bingo square I2 complete, and my fourth bingo on my board! I only have 6 more squares before Black Out. Wahoo! Title, as with all of the series, from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko.

~

Brandon was just trying to find the EVP locker room.

The entire venue’s labels for the locker rooms had been scrambled around, due to some bullshit probably caused by Caster or Chuck or, god, Silver. He’d already walked in on Willow and Skye arguing, and on Garcia and Yuta doing something similar but involving their dicks out.

He didn’t need to crash into the House of Black’s locker room and get slapped in the face with something that made him feel both neon and strangled at the same time.

“Guys,” he says, forcing the words out through some strange, foamy version of air. “Something’s wrong.”

“Of course something’s wrong!” Julia snaps. “You’re in our locker room.”

He can see her – her eye. It’s not black. It’s every color he’s ever seen in the universe and then some he can’t name, but mostly green. God, so much green. He thinks he can see the entire galaxy’s plan there, but he doesn’t know how to read its language. “I – I can see in your eye,” he mumbles. “The Elite are in locker room 116, aren’t they.”

“By the gods,” Malakai mutters.

Brandon turns to him, only to see Malakai’s entire body lit up with the same exuberant color combination as Julia’s eye. “Why are you not all in black?” he asks, frowning. “You – what – your skin is…Teal? Blue?” He blinks and shakes his head. “What the eff is going on here?”

“If there was ever a moment that earned a curse word, this would be it,” Brody says. His colors are centered around his hands, fingertips wrapped in pastel pinks and blues that manage to shoot into the room. “You took our magic.”

“I – what?!” He looks between the three of them, suddenly inundated with the sheer knowledge. “I took your – not on purpose!” He looks down at his hands, and he glows yellow and blue, the same color as his gear. “Aw, man! I don’t even like those colors together!”

“They suit you,” Julia says. “Thief.”

“I’m not a thief if it wasn’t on purpose,” Brandon groans. “I didn’t – help!”

Malakai frowns. “We – I will. But they,” he nods over to Julia and Brody, “are all but powerless at the moment. I’ll need to do some digging. Explore the texts.” He sighs. “I’ve never had the magic go rogue before.”

Brandon’s first thought is to ask what texts, but then the answer presents to him as if conjured from the air. “I didn’t – you guys have actual powers?” He stares. “How is that possible?”

“There are powers beyond the science you mortals are taught in schools.”

Brandon blinks at him. “Mortals,” he repeats. “What the hell, is this Percy Jackson or something?”

“Please,” Julia says, folding her arms across her chest, managing to look menacing even when pocket sized and glowing a soft mint green. “Malakai’s been gifted eternal life for the work he’s been doing to maintain the balance of energy in the universe.” She pouts. “And he was sharing it with us, but then he took our magic away.”

He turns to Julia. “Yes, because you began messing with people’s love lives without asking.”

Julia rolls her green eyes. “Kris and Willow weren’t complaining this morning.”

“Actually, they were,” Malakai snaps. Brandon watches as Julia’s eyes widen.

Julia shrinks back. “Oh,” she says, fiddling with her fingers. “It was last night, anyway, and it’s over. So you can’t be too mad.” She shrugs and taps her sharp fingernails against each other. “Really, Malakai, you can’t think that we’ve only done this twice.”

Malakai sighs, a tone Brandon recognizes from whenever Hangman is dealing with Matt’s particularly chaotic moments. “Okay,” Malakai says. He looks dangerous, colors deeper and more jewel toned as he locks eyes on Brandon. “You tell no one about this. You may have the power of two, but I hold the power of all.” He moves his hand to prove it, and the strike of color is enough to make Brandon understand the potency of his magic. He knows what Malakai can do to him. He knows what Julia and Brody could do, before he’d absorbed their powers.

“Wait,” Brandon says. “What can I do?” He looks down at his hands, swirling color and power. “Can I make things appear by thinking about them?” Into his hands pop a can of Diet Coke. “Oh. I can.”

“No,” Malakai says. “Don’t you dare do so on purpose. You be careful what you say. You never know what the universe will interpret as a command.” He stares at Brandon, telling him so much with a look that Brandon can’t quite figure out. “You don’t know how to use this skill. For you, it’d be akin to trying to lift Paul Wight.”

Brandon rolls his eyes. “Sure. Tell me, a brand new magic using person, that my power can be misunderstood from the universe.” He leans against the door. “That’s a kick in the pants.”

Brody yelps and jumps. “What the hell, man?”

Brandon’s eyes widen. “What?”

“You made the – I got kicked,” Brody says, frowning. “Watch the metaphors, you idiot.”

“I – I’m sorry,” he says. “I swear, I’ll do better. I’ll be careful.” He wants to prove it. “Um. I hope you feel better.” He puts some sort of intent into it, stares at Brody.

“The fuck is he doing?” Brody asks, and he turns to Malakai, looking baffled. “Malakai, what the fuck is the stooge doing?”

“Don’t be mean about it,” Brandon grumbles. “I’m trying to, like, unkick your pants.”

Brody stares at him so intently Brandon thinks he’s about to get murdered, then he exhales. “Jesus Christ.” Brody drops on the chair and grabs Julia’s hand, pulling her in his lap.

At least that’s confirmation Brandon was right about something. He’d suspected.

“Go out and – and pretend you’re normal,” Malakai said, sounding exasperated. “And watch yourself with what you say. You could cause a problem.”

Brandon opens his mouth, but thinks better of it. “Okay,” he says. He steps backward out of the House of Black’s locker room. “You have my number, right?”

“No,” Malakai says. “But I don’t need it. You’re leaving a massive trail of magic behind you. I’ll easily find you.”

Brandon tries not to react at the disgusted expression on Julia’s face, and walks out of there, frustrated. He almost slams into MJF as he walks down the hallway.

MJF looks him up and down. “The hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Brandon snaps. “I’m fine. Go talk to Tony or something.” It takes a second for him to understand the reason for MJF’s newly blank stare and sudden change of direction. “Only if you need to!” he calls.

MJF throws a bewildered but still pretty pissy expression over his shoulder, but Brandon exhales. If he ignores people, he’ll be okay.

~

He cannot ignore people. Matt insists on a BTE bit where Brandon accidentally turns one of the Iron Savages’ hair blue, Tony involves him in a media interview where he stays quiet until he figures out how to answer questions with yes or no weird answers without a single metaphor, and he runs into Buddy Matthews, who stomps away and glares at him. Which, while not unexpected, was kind of a cherry on top of a bad day. When he finally gets to the gym, he puts on his headphones and tries to block it all out. Pushing his body to the limit, an ache in his legs and arms, helps quell the anxiety. A little bit.

He’s about to leave when he sees that Mox has made his way into the gym and was on the rower. He sighs.

U want me to talk 2 Mox for u?

Matt texts back in the group chat almost immediately. omg yes please I owe you my life

Brand squeezes his eyes shut. He can do this. He can talk to a human today and not accidentally magic them into dying or something. Just like every other day of his life.

“Mox!” Brandon says, jogging over. “Hey. Bucks wanted to ask you a question about that mentorship program that you were brainstorming, but they haven’t caught you. Wanted to know what you thought.”

Mox pauses mid row. “Oh, for the wrestlers under 23?” he asks. “Yeah. I figured we’d create an application process or something with basic personality details, style of wrestling, whatever, then match mentors to mentees.” He begins rowing again, faster than before. “Make sure none of the young kids fall through the cracks, you know?”

Brandon stays there as Mox gives him details, typing furiously on his phone. They talk for long enough that Mox’s timer on the rowing machine beeps and he leaps up, shrugging off his hoodie. Brandon might have his eyes on a certain Dark Order member, but he’s the first to admit that Mox has been looking great lately.

“I’m shit at technology, so I figure you and a Buck or whatever can figure out how to make the form.” He mops his sweaty forehead with his hoodie and Brandon thinks he does a great job of pretending this is normal.

“I appreciate you, Mox,” Brandon says, clapping him on the shoulder. “You always go the extra mile.”

Mox frowns. “I – I’ll be right back.”

Brandon watches as Mox begins to circle the small indoor track, looking befuddled, before he realizes what he’s done. “Wait!” he yells. “Don’t – do run more than your usual workout expects you to!”

Immediately, Mox slows to a walk on the other side of the track, expression displeased. “The fuck was that?” he mutters. “I never run.” He shakes out his body, looking baffled. “Whatever. CC me or whatever on the email you send to the Bucks, okay?”

Brandon nods and tries to choose his words carefully. “I hope your workout is good! I’ll see you later.”

Mox nods and bounces on his toes. “I think I’m gonna hit the weights again.” He rolls his shoulders, shooting a grin at Brandon. “I’m feeling jacked today, you know?”

Brandon sighs as he walks away. He still can’t figure out what the universe takes as a command and what it ignores as he makes his way around the venue, checking in with people and trying to gauge which phrases can be taken the wrong way. He worries, briefly, that he turns Orange Cassidy into a literal orange when all he did was say hello, but the orange gleam in his eye was fleeting and disappeared before Brandon could blink. He considers it a non-issue and makes the choice not to think about it anymore.

“Brandon!”

He whirls around and sees Alex Reynolds’ head popping out of a locker room. “Hey.”

Brandon feels his entire body flush with warmth. “Hi,” he says, and he really doesn’t want to do this right now, not when he could ruin anything with a bad idiom or a pun. “Hi, Alex.”

Alex wiggles his eyebrows. “Got the locker room to myself,” he says. “Wanna come hang out?”

Brandon knows what that means. And he’s not able to resist. He looks behind him to make sure nobody’s watching, then skips down the hallway and slides into the locker room.

Alex looks like a dream, his hair resting down his shoulders and beard looking irresistible. “Hey.” Brandon says. “How – how are you?”

“Really?” Alex asks, stepping toward Brandon. Brandon leans against the door to close it, widening his stance so Alex can step between his legs. “How are you? That’s how you’re gonna start this?”

“I think you started it when you invited me in here,” Brandon says. He kisses Alex slowly, taking his time. “Hi,” he murmurs against Alex’s lips. “Missed you.”

“Missed you, too,” Alex replies. He pulls back and kisses Brandon’s nose. “How have things been?”

Brandon opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. “Um. Really strange,” he decides to land on. “Like, super weird.” He thinks about how he could explain things to Alex without something going horribly wrong. “I ran into the House of Black.”

Alex’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” Brandon says. He double checks that the door is locked. He doesn’t know why he’s willing to tell Alex, to drag him into it. But he does think his chance at a blow job is lower if he says the wrong thing and turns Alex into a llama or something. “Watch what happens when I say this: Your hair makes you look like a shampoo model.”

For a second, Alex frowns, looking confused. “What am I supposed to be watching?”

Brandon frowns. “Um. Something should have happened.” He tilts his head to the side. “Wait, shake your head a little or something.”

Alex shakes, and there it is. His hair cascades in perfect, shiny locks around him in slow motion, the look on his face a content, pretty smile.

“That’s what I mean,” Brandon says. “Here, move in front of the mirror.” Alex goes easily as Brandon leads him to the bathroom. “Now shake your head again. Just like you did, but keep your eyes open this time.”

Alex does as Brandon suggests, and his eyes widen. “My hair moves in slow motion,” he says, almost muttering to himself. “What the hell, Brandon?”

“It was – I don’t know what happened, I swear, but the House of Black has some wild powers and they got, uh, into me.”

Alex raises an eyebrow. “They put their magic into you? Is this a weird way to say you’re fucking somebody else?”

“No!” Brandon says. “No, not – that is not what I mean. They literally put their weird magic into me by accident so now I can do…” He pauses. “Stuff. I don’t know how it works. Malakai’s trying to get the power out of me, though.”

Alex raises an eyebrow. “But you’re still, like, in your own mind, right?”

“Yes,” Brandon says, and he can’t resist a smile.

“Get over here.”

Alex yanks him in and kisses him and shoves him back against the door. When he drops to his knees, Brandon’s pretty sure he sees God, and she’s giving him a thumbs up.

He tangles his fingers in Alex’s perfect hair, revels in the warmth of Alex’s perfect mouth, and slides his fingers into Alex’s when he comes.

“Damn,” Brandon pants, trying to find his legs underneath him as he comes down from it. “Get on the couch or something, I have to do you next.”

Alex stands, grinning. “Yeah?” He shakes his head and he goes in slow motion again, his frown appearing at the same pace. “Any way you can make that stop happening?”

“Oh!” Brandon says. “Yeah, probably. Um. You have your normal hair without any magic in it.” Alex shakes his head and goes back to normal. “That should be good.”

“Can you use that magic to give me, like, a giant dick or something?” Alex asks, flopping onto the couch with his legs splayed. “That could be fun.”

Brandon’s face turns hot. “It could…” He shakes his head rapidly. “No. Not gonna risk that. I don’t know how these powers work. I could – I could make a mistake and hurt you.” He doesn’t explain, out loud, that he’s worried he’d make Alex’s dick a giant snake or inflame his bladder or something. “Take your pants off.”

Alex does so and Brandon doesn’t hesitate to dive in. They’ve been doing this long enough that he’s pretty much figured out what to do, but it’s still fun. It still feels fresh and new and exciting, and he’s wondering if and when that will change.

He swallows Alex down with a grin and pulls off, wiping his mouth on Alex’s pants.

“Hey!”

“You’ll live,” Brandon says. He pulls himself up on the couch next to Alex as he adjusts his pants. Alex pulls out his phone and they scroll through twitter together until Brandon gets a text.

“Oh, damn it,” Brandon sighs. “I have to go meet up with the Bucks and everybody for early dinner before production meetings.”

Alex leans in and kisses him softly. “We’ll talk later,” he promises. “And, uh. Good luck on that magic thing. Hope you figure that out.”

Brandon smiles at him. “Thanks.” He turns to the door and leaves, but glances over his shoulder one more time to see Alex watching him leave.

He’s floating a little bit as he walks to the café, but he loses his bliss when he sees Nick looking annoyed at his table.

“Oh, thank god,” Nick laughs, a little panicked. “They’re being – weird again.”

“We are not!” Matt argues. “I’m just hungry, and somebody was late.” He glares at Brandon.

“I have a life, you know.” He drops into his seat. “You all could have eaten without me.”

“We couldn’t have,” Matt says. “You’re our friend. We’re waiting for you.”

He exhales, trying to pretend Matt isn’t infuriating. “Okay. Fine. Let’s just – let’s get our food.” Nick shoves a ticket in his hand and Brandon looks down at the meal card. “Not even writing my last name on here anymore? Really cutting corners, Nick.”

Nick frowns and falls off the bench, clipping the edge of his arm on the table as he goes down. When he pops back up, he’s got a slice on his arm seeping bright red blood. “What the eff?” he mutters, staring at his arm. “That corner feels like it came out of nowhere.”

Brandon pauses. “Damn it.”

“Damn what?” Nick asks, grabbing a paper towel to mop himself up. He drops down onto the bench next to Matt again, eyeing the table suspiciously.

“I – nothing,” Brandon says. “It’s fine.” He scans his brain, trying to figure out how to turn off whatever curse he put on Nick.

“It isn’t fine, clearly,” Matt says, looking Brandon up and down. “You’re all twitchy. Why are you so twitchy?”

Brandon shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m getting food.” He stands up and intentionally doesn’t talk to anybody in line as he gets his food, and settles for a smile to the cashier.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nick asks. He moves, and hits his arm on the corner of the table. “What the eff is wrong with me today?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you,” Brandon tries, and Nick’s expression shifts for a second, then goes neutral. Brandon hopes he didn’t do something drastic, but he’s beginning to get exhausted with all of this.

Matt starts talking a mile a minute at the table about the new outfit he wants to try out for the upcoming pay per view pre-show. Brandon’s not even paying attention when he grins at Matt. “Yeah, yeah, we all know you want to be Barbie or whatever,” Brandon says, rolling his eyes. And then he realizes. “Oh, no.”

Matt freezes, a painted smile on his face, but his eyes can still move. In a panic, he looks at Hangman.

“Matt?” Hangman asks. “Matt, can you hear me?”

“You don’t want to be a Barbie!” Brandon says, insistently. “You’re just Matt.”

“Just Matt?” Hangman asks. “Is this a reference to that song from the movie? I never got around to seeing it.” He turns back to Matt, resting his hand on his face. “Matt? Come on. Talk to me.”

Matt, to Brandon’s relief, snaps back into himself. “What the fuck was that?!” he shrieks. “I – everything froze for a second in my body. I got all stiff.” Hangman snickers. “Not like that!” He looks at Brandon. “And it happened after you said that Barbie thing.” He narrows his eyes. “You’ve been weird all day, Brandon. What’s going on?”

Brandon looks frantically around, then shoves a handful of French fries into his mouth.

Hangman narrows his eyes. “What the fuck did you do, Brandon?”

“I can’t tell you,” Brandon mutters. He glances over at Nick, who’s been observing the situation quietly. “I promised.”

Nick narrows his eyes. “Dude,” he says, carefully. “Does this, uh. Have you had any weird interactions with the House of Black lately?”

Brandon shoves another handful of French fries into face.

“Stop eating the goddamned fries!” Hangman says. He grabs the plate.

Before he can stop himself, Brandon swallows and yells, “Get your filthy tentacles off of my food!” He slaps Adam’s hand away. Then he pauses. “Oh, no.”

“What?” Hangman asks. And then, in front of their eyes, the fingers on Adam’s hand turn into slimy, purple-grey tentacles.

Hangman looks at Brandon, looking horrified. “What the fuck did you do to me, Brandon?” he asks in a deadly voice.

“I don’t know!” Brandon says. “I – we need to…” He looks around frantically. “I can fix this. I swear.” He scampers off. “I gotta talk to Malakai.”

“And I am a Barbie!” Matt yells after him. “Not literal- I mean in the sense of the song!  Brandon! Get back here!”

As he turns the corner, he hears Nick say, “Guys, I think he got magicked.”

Matt’s huff is audible halfway down the hallway. “Of effing course he did!”

Brandon shoves open the door to the House of Black’s locker room. “Fix it right now!” he yells. “Fix it all. Right now!”

Malakai’s head snaps up. His eyes are black pools, liquid and moving. There are no whites. “You interrupt me,” he says, voice dark and menacing. “Who are you?”

“Brandon Cutler, the stooge you made become magic or whatever!” Brandon shrieks. He’s a little hysterical at this point. “I just made my friend’s hands turn into tentacles and I can’t effing take it anymore! Get the magic out of me!”

It’s only then that he realizes Malakai’s eyes are emitting light despite the dark pools. When he turns them on Brandon, he feels struck by lightning. “You do not wish to possess this gift?”

“Gift?!” Brandon yells. “Malakai, man, this was an accident and I hate it. Turn me back to a normal person. The way normal people have no magic!”

“Malakai,” says the thing Brandon has now realizes is inhabiting Malakai’s body. “Yes. I know of that soul. He is being dealt with.” Brandon doesn’t even want to know what that means. “You wish you be free of your gift?”

“Yes,” Brandon says. “No magic, like humans have no magic.”

“Oh, darling mortal,” the monster chuckles, raising his hand. There’s a vortex of static there. It makes Brandon’s mind burn. “All humans have magic.”

Suddenly Brandon’s body feels stripped of it’s power. He blinks and realizes he’s being lowered gently to the ground.

“How did I get up there?” Brandon asks, feeling a relieving lack of galactic power in his body. “When did I get up there?”

“About two hours ago,” Malakai says, casually flipping through a book on the couch. It’s the generally creepy, not-teal version of his coworker. “You should be feeling normal now.”

Brandon nods. “Um. Before – before you took my magic, did you undo what I’d done?”

Malakai frowns. “Undo what?”

Brandon can’t meet his eyes. “I accidentally turned Adam Page’s hand into tentacles.”

Malakai sighs so deeply and for so long that Brandon begins to worry he’s going to run out of oxygen. “Brandon,” Malakai sighs. “Go get him, please.”

Brandon nods and stumbles out of there, running down the hallway. It doesn’t take long at all before he hears Matt rambling. “Oh, good,” Brandon says with an eye roll. “Matt’s here, too.”

Adam and Matt are at top speed yelling at him, and bitching at each other. But mostly, panicking about the tentacle hand. Brandon thinks that’s fair.

It all happens fast enough he doesn’t know how to stop it. Before he can use his body as a shield, Matt pulls the locker room door open. Light blares out, tickling at a memory Brandon knows he’s not supposed to have.

Matt manages to continue being unhelpful by whining, “What the hell?”

Brandon didn’t ever want to feel this magic all over him again. But here he is. “Oh, no.”

~

Mini playlist (crack playlist for a crack fic): Magic - BoB and Rivers Cuomo Black Magic - Little Mix Magic - One Direction Moonlight Magic -Ashnikko

#Breynolds #Look at the weird thing I wrote!!! #It least to the next story in the series which is going to be the weirdest thing I've ever written!!!!! I'm so excited to get weird! #But intimidated!!!!! #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes

[shai-manahan]

This post will be continuously updated with more information, so keep an eye out. Other stuff such as pinterest and playlists will be added soon, but for the meantime, here are some details I can share about the ROs!

E. ALONZO (M/F/NB)

“I live for the people I failed. For the people who once cared... And for those whom I love like no other. That should suffice for now. I will live, and I will fight.”

Age: 30

MBTI Personality Type: ENTJ

Birthday: November 20 (Scorpio)

Ethnicity: Agta-Tagalog

Appearance: Has thick, black straight hair reaching the end of their ears and with sharp curly ends—several strands falling in front of their eyes. Their skin has a deep brown color, scars and calluses filling their hands and tattoos surrounding their right arm, and they always wear a black silk glove that covers up to their left hand’s wrist (which happens to be their dominant side). Alonzo also has a flat nose and hooded dark brown eyes that seem to appear tired most of the time; their glares tend to be the nasty kind. Tall with an athletic body, they give off an imposing posture, coupled with a clothing choice that mostly comprises of wearing long coats and turtlenecks of dark colors. 

Distinctive Traits: Highly rational (except when it comes to the Ripper), ultimately caring for other people’s lives, and will actively seek for justice to protect the people around them. Family is a sore subject for Alonzo, and probing too much into it would not be advisable. Still, despite the hatred they show for the Ripper and the distrust that does not seem to go away, there is respect beneath all of it, and they will ensure that the MC will remain alive. For now.

Disabilities: Hard of hearing (right ear); has PTSD 

Random fact: Very sensitive to perfumes. Secretly loves wearing shades.

F. WESLEY (M/F)

“We’ve done it all so wrong, you and I. When will you stop pretending otherwise? When will you see that we’ve never been who we once thought we were?”

Age: 24

MBTI Personality Type: INFJ

Birthday: June 28 (Cancer)

Ethnicity: Polish-Australian

Appearance: Has short light brown hair with styled smooth waves (some strands barely touching the upper jawline for Finn when let loose; reaching the shoulder for Faye). Their uncallused fair skin easily burns whenever exposed to too much sunlight for too long, though they do use clothes that cover much of it anyway. Wesley also has almond-shaped hazel eyes with soft-arched eyebrows, a sharp nose, and has an average weight with average height. They mostly wear a calm expression that doesn't betray much of their emotions, accompanied with a habit of showing off confident smiles when in public—mostly facades. Comfortable using clothes with long sleeves and scarves, complemented by a perfume.

Distinctive Traits: Though normally seen as outgoing and charming, both Richard and the MC are aware that Wesley is most definitely the opposite. What is visible to people’s eyes are simply what they have been taught growing up, but behind all that lies a person so uncomfortable in their own skin, which eventually led to Wesley basically forming the trio with the other two—an attempt to change the city they’re currently living in. It is, however, the idealism they have that slowly took away everything Wesley has.

Random fact: Not a fan of pets, especially dogs. Doesn’t really know what they’re doing most of the time.

JADE STEIN (F)

“Do you think it’s foolish of me to love this city to this extent? To want change and be afraid of it at the same time? To be so confused I’m no longer sure what I can give away for that?”

Age: 23

MBTI Personality Type: ESTP

Birthday: April 18 (Aries)

Ethnicity: Sinti-German

Appearance: She has long wavy auburn hair reaching past her shoulders, a delicate nose, and sharp protruding brown eyes bearing promises of danger. Her skin is of a russet-brown complexion similar to her brother Richard, though she is definitely much shorter with a toned build. The practical style of clothing Jade adapts (though she is also a fan of plaid shirts) lets her blend easily among the crowds, and her knowledge of the most obscure paths within the city has repeatedly allowed her to hide from suspecting eyes.

Distinctive Traits: Very impulsive. Jade used the strength of rumors for some time before to destroy politicians, an act that has tremendously backfired. She still remains the blunt, no-nonsense person that her brother has raised on his own, and returning to the city will only make that fact apparent, but perhaps unbeknownst even to her, there is now hesitation in her moves. Taking care not to make the same mistakes she once did. Eager to protect the only family who will always be there for her no matter what. 

Random fact: Utterly bad with kids. Pissed off with every other RO. Morpheus’s royal pain in the ass.

OWEN RUSSELL (M)

“You don’t have to do this alone. Let me help. Let me stand beside you and do what has to be done. Take the risk, and trust me this one time.”

Age: 26

MBTI Personality Type: INFP

Birthday: March 1 (Pisces)

Ethnicity: Welsh with Bajan roots

Appearance: Owen has short black hair (reaching just above his ears) with thick, soft curls that his sisters have always loved messing with. He has a dark brown complexion, a round nose and likewise round blue eyes. Taller than Wesley but shorter than Alonzo, his broad shoulders can give off an intimidating impression, though his frequent smiles offset this. Sweaters are his go-to for clothing as he gets cold quite easily, and he does wear his prescription glasses when at work.

Distinctive traits: Owen came to the city knowing his ideals will be tested and that people may view him as a naive outsider, but he aims to keep his priorities straight, strengthened by the events he had seen prior to the suspension he went through. Although it may be unexpected of him, Owen will stand against the most powerful people in the city if it means fighting for the right thing, which will certainly have its own consequences, to him and to the secrets he’s trying to protect. 

Random fact: Hates anything with ketchup or tomato sauce. Has some issues with Wesley.

#interactive fiction #hollowed minds series #hollowed minds #f wesley #e alonzo #jade stein #owen russell #character profiles #interactive novel #choicescript #writing

[julianobungus]

I suddenly noticed that Simon in a hoodie is paler than Kid Simon. At first I thought that the thing was that he had been on the Train for many years and had not received vitamin D from the sun. After all, technically everything inside the cars is not real, but is created with the help of those large spheres.

But then I compared Hoodie Simon to Ruler Simon. Ruler Simon has a healthy skin color, it's the same as Kid Simon. After that, I decided to compare Simon's skin tone with the skin tones of other white people from the show. And now I can't get rid of the thought that Hoodie Simon's skin looks yellowish.

Is it possible that he has health problems? He lived for many years without the care of an adult, Grace was the same child as him, they could eat whatever they wanted and not think about proper nutrition. It's possible that other members of Apex have something similar, it's just not so noticeable since they got on the Train relatively recently compared to Simon and Grace

I think that in AU, where Simon would have got off the train, he would have had to drink vitamins and various medications, and perhaps the doctors would have noticed some problems that he did not pay attention to, considering them the norm for his age.

Oh, and as we discussed earlier, he would be friends with Jesse. Jesse would make sure that he took all the medications in time. Simon would love to talk to him on various topics, because only to him he could tell everything about his problems and not be considered crazy at the same time

But I do not know which option is better. There are two options, in one Simon is in a hospital, in the other Simon lives with his parents. In both versions, Jesse visits him and they often call each other. Simon can call him late at night because he had a terrible dream about the Train.

But there is a third option, where Simon lives with Jesse and Lake's family. Simon's parents asked Jesse's parents to take care of their son, and they pay them money so they don't spend their money on Simon. So Jesse's parents are not against having Simon, and they also feel sorry for this boy, because thanks to Jesse and Lake, they know what kind of train affected Simon so much

Lake is nervous by Simon's presence in the same house with her, and Jesse understands her and does not ask for help. But Simon constantly apologizes for everything and to everyone, he feels uncomfortable in front of those who have to put up with him. And Simon constantly offers his help.

Lake eventually gets bored of it and she tells Simon that since he was able to free himself, Grace will be able to do it too, and he'd better look appropriate by the time she does.

And, oddly enough, it helps. And Simon begins to prepare for the day when he sees Grace again. He will have to show that he has changed and become better! As a result, Lake begins to help him with the idea "The sooner he recovers, the sooner he will move out of here," but Simon will not recover so easily from a decade on the Train. As a result, Lake will realize that she can't be mad at Simon, even if she really wants to. Damn, she even encourages him that Grace will definitely like how he's changed.

Jesse's parents are thinking what they will do if Grace and the other members of Apex really get off the Train. Their house will turn into a Hospital for Victims of the Infinity Train. They both hope that only Grace, who has been on the Train for almost as long as Simon, will get to them, and the rest of the children will return to their parents.

But they also joke that they agree to everything if the parents of all the children pay for them to rebuild the house to fit all the children.

(Initially, when I saw how big the question was, I was thinking of dividing it into two parts. The first part was about Simon's unhealthy condition and the second part was about the AU where Simon got off the Train. Then I changed my mind, because the part about AU without the part about the unhealthy state does not look very good)

Oooh, I really like these ideas! I love this AU, fr

First of all, I like thinking about characters I like getting some form of comfort - being at their lowest point before being nursed back to help. It's so therapeutic in a way that's hard to pinpoint. It's so comfy and soothing to me. But also, Simon having health problems would make sense, honestly same with Grace. Both are physically fit due to all the exercise they get, but I imagine they still have inconsistent diets and spending all their time under the artificial sunlight of the train cars would have to do nothing for you.

Secondly, I like how both Lake and Simon go through a bit of character development in this AU; Lake learning to not see Simon as a burden and to relinquish her resentment towards him, and Simon becoming more confident and self-assured despite what he's going through.

Also, all three scenarios are viable, I can't decide which one is best myself. But I will concede that Simon being roommates with the Cosays is a fun one!

Did I mention I love this?

#infinity train au #infinity train simon #infinity train lake #jesse cosay

[thesilverlady]

Hi, sorry for the stupid question but I'll do it anyway. What color hair and eyes do you think the Targaryen family has? I've always had the impression that Rhaenyra inherited Viserys's purple eyes but hers are more inhuman almost fuchsia and silvery white hair from her mother Queen Aemma (I have the headcanon that Daella had the lightest hair among her siblings after Aemon and his daughter Aemma inherited it), Daemon has darker silver hair, plus silver gray contrasting with pale lilac eyes, Viserys would have purple eyes and silver hair with streaks of gold, NOT PLATINUM BLONDE HAIR. Aegon like the canon, he looks a lot like his father so he would have the same color of eyes and hair, Aemond would have silvery gray hair and violet eyes, Helaena instead would have hair of a similar tone to her older sister but her eyes would be a bluish violet, and Daeron would be the most beautiful after Rhaenyra, she would have light silver curls with delicate golden streaks and bright purple eyes but lighter than those of her older half-sister.

hi! it's not stupìd at all! Visuals are important and they help imagining the characters so your questions is really interesting! I'm sorry for taking so long to answer this but I wanted to really think about it and give a genuine answer instead of writing down whatever I was feeling like at the moment

Tbh my interpretation of their looks is quite different from yours, but please don't take my response as me correcting you or anything else. Pretty much all the characters you mentioned don't have specific descriptions of their colors in canon, so really, there's no right and wrong. The beauty of imagination is how we don't think the same, and your descriptions definitely made me rethink some of my own ♥

So with that being said let's start:

Targaryen looks (dance era)

The Targaryens generally seem to have white or silvery gold hair because the family is originally from Old Valyria. In f&b a big majority is described as silver-gold (which doesn't help us at all George🙄) Of course hair color varies as we have seen, some have no trace of silver and only gold, some others have more silver, some others have a mix of both colors, and in rare cases we have seen their hair being described as white.

Now, when it comes to the characters I have the tendency to look at the family tree and make a conclusion of their appearance with whatever little description we're given.

In the case of Rhaenyra's we know from f&b that she was extremely beautiful. Daemon declared her the fairest maid in all the Seven Kingdoms, she had a large number of suitors fighting for her hand in marriage, the queen at the time and stepmother felt antagonism towards her despite her young age, and we even later see her appearance being weaponized during the war when men were trying to bring her down.

But what did she look like? well, precise description for her colors is never given but I headcanon that she was Viserra come again; beautiful with the deep purple eyes, flawless white skin, and fine features

While I don't picture her hair as exactly silvery white, I do think that Rhaenyra inherited the rare color from her great uncle, Aemon (her grandfather's brother) and she too had pale hair, shining like white gold.

I also imagine her to be on the short side. (random, i know but I've been dying to mention it) Daella was tiny and her mother Queen Alysanne was described to be a "small woman". So Aemma inherited the looks and height from both women (not to mention her father Rodrik was also described as short man as well) and passed it down to her own daughter, also Alysanne had honey colored hair so imagine Daella and Aemma bore similar colors with some silver perhaps. Thus some hint of gold that Rhaenyra may have in her hair comes from these two.

It's not the first time that I hear someone else describing her eyes as bright, but in my mind they were always a dark violet shade - which her son, Aegon iii later inherited. As I mentioned her hair is a white gold (absolutely not blond) and they fall in big loose curls any time she doesn't wear them in braids.

For Daemon, I agree with you. I see him with silver straight hair with no trace of gold (basically a reverse of his mother Alyssa who had dirty blonde hair and no silver) and with lilac eyes.

I headcanon Viserys to also have the silver-gold hair but as he grew older the silver became more evident and as you mentioned, he has purple eyes. His hair is also more wavy than curly.

As in canon, Aegon II looks like him. Though I imagine his hair slightly more silver, similar to Aemond's.

Helaena takes after her great grandmother Alysanne, aka she doesn't have a trace of silver hair in her head. Her strands are honey-colored and her eyes are a bluish violet as you mentioned.

Aemond's straight hair is silver gold but the silver is way more evident and his eyes are a bright violet color (similiarly to how his grandmother's Alyssa one eye had been)

As for Daeron, i wouldn't call him the most beautiful after Rhaenyra 'cause that's quite a huge to compete but he was indeed the most popular of his brothers, though I think that was mostly because of his better manners rather than just beauty, but he is beautiful as all targaryens tend to be. I think of him with soft curls like Rhaenyra's and his hair is a perfect mix of silver-gold, I'm uncertain about his eye color so I'm gonna agree with you on that one.

Thank you again for this very interesting ask and I'm sorry for taking so long to reply it 💕

#ask reply #f&b #helaena targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #daemon targaryen #daeron targaryen #fire and blood #my headcanons #this is based on my interpretation so no hate. as I said there's no right or wrong #I just know 100% in my heart that baby Aegon III took the looks from his mother #also as I was writing this I realized alysanne and helaena could have a slight similiarly? #alysanne was described as pretty and not beautiful and helaena was said to be pleasant and not striking like the other targaryens #anyways don't take this too seriously. I just thought it was kinda cool

[lorablackmane]

Homebound AU

Hi there, welcome to my silly lil Welcome Home AU! It's a pretty simple little au, but it's one I've had a lot of fun with.

Essentially the idea is: what if Home & Wally were actually the same character? After another neighbor moves out of Home it gets the brilliant idea to make a neighbor to be it's resident. Something as we know from Frankenstein is a pro gamer move with no consequences!

...I'm lying of course it had consequences and those were it accidentally trapped itself in the body it made from the rug. Eventually they figure out how to switch between the two but it takes a moment bc the bodies are fundamentally different. I made a lil edit below the read more of em (the pic was bigger than I realized)!

Home!Wally fun facts:

Home!Wally's pronouns are he/they/it

This Wally didn't originally have anything on it's shoes - he saw how Barnaby's paws would leave lil hearts as he walked and rlly liked that so one night he added the apples so he'd leave his favorite thing (besides the neighbors of course!) everywhere it went

This Wally loves apples not only bc they were some of the 1st things he ever got from the neighbors, but they also come in a lot of the colors it does. A lot of the books he's bought from Howdy are about orchards or different apple types

His ribbon is actually originally part of the rug it made this body out of, he added the strings of beads later with each color representing one of it's neighbors.

All the colors besides his skin tone comes color picked from Home, the skin tone was taken from the main Wally drawing on the website

Wally often talks to himself, a trait from when it'd spend months without anyone staying with it

While they stay in the Wally body often, if they aren't feeling up to interacting or just want a quiet day they'll stay in it's Home form

They love music because it makes them think of their neighbors! A lot of the records in their living room were ones left behind by the others, and they'll play them and sing along while making something for whatever neighbor left that record behind.

Home!Wally sometimes uses mobility aids like canes, especially near the start of having their Wally body since moving was hard for him. 

Despite their flower accessories Wally actually has pretty bad hay fever. It was a common joke that Barnaby's fake water gun flowers could even cause his hay fever to act up 

They have a pretty large catalog of potpourri recipes in their head. No it absolutely doesn't help their hay fever - especially when they add things like cinnamon. Yes they'll still make them in spite of this fact because they smell nice!

They like reading books in both forms! Sometimes they get worried about how little they know about things, but luckily the Bodega has a lot of books for sale. As home they push the pages with their drapes

They're not very good with art, but they try their best. He instead opens episodes with books connected to whoever's teaching the lesson they're learning (ex. a book about Shakespeare when he'll be going to Sally or a book about beetles or another insect when visiting Frank). Each friend has their own shelf of books!

That's all I have for now! I do have a fanfic written for it, but I need to finish editing it so it'll go up tonight. Thank ya for reading: have a boi.

Special thanks to @kindestegg for drawing this silly lil version of my boi!

Here's the edit because I didn't realize how big it was before making this post:

#lbwriting #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home arg #wally darling #Homebound au

[ruinakete]

♡ (if you're still taking them!)

WHAT WOULD OUR MUSES' CHILD BE LIKE?・accepting! ( cw for canon character / muse death or murder )

THEY WILL KNOW HIM AS THE WINGS OF GRIEF.

"oh? him? no, he isn't from the village. at least, not what I've been told. neither is he human, by his horns, but oh he's just a darling young man! criminally handsome, i say! when we met, he kissed the back of my hand and offered to walk me home. uh, though, he did mention it was because I looked too incompetent to guide myself... oh, don't worry, he isn't rude all the time. in fact, I'd say he's most peaceful when tending to the pegasi we have. I've only seen him smile around animals actually... he even offers to take up the guardpost nearby to ensure their safety." ━━━ VILLAGE STABLE MAID, about ???

IN-GAME PROFILE,

CLASS: Fell Child

VERSION: specializes in LANCES, emphasizing MAGIC growth and high SPEED, granting him, too, better physical stats than most of his alternate siblings; the ability to transform and utilize BREATH weapons is easy to unlock, too

DESCRIPTION.

the last son of Lord Sombron, Zephia's biological offspring though mothered, too, by her partner, Caeda. many confuse him for a dashing knight; a role he happily takes to heart, as it blankets the weight of being a Fell Child and the burden he carries. though charming, his sharp tongue and sly wit tend to lessen the volume of his sociability; unfortunate, since he is a loving friend once a bond is recognized by him and another. this flaw comes with a cost, as he turns to others to bear the weight of his problems on behalf of being unable to carry the expectation of his bloodline alone. it is the easiest to find him in the stables of a nearby village, brushing the wings of a pegasus or curling against it as it lays to rest. usually, that is where his mothers would find him, asleep in the stall of a pleased pegasus.

APPEARANCE,

as a child of Sombron, his strongest genes would be those of his biological father's. bone-white hair that is kept straight, reaching his mid-back, though he curls the frayed ends every morning as part of his beauty routine. of a lighter tone than Zephia, he matches her in eye color, however, only one of his irises bears the right tint. his left iris is blue with an opposing pink highlight, while his right iris is only blue. ever since he was a young kid, he liked to joke that his bare blue eye was his lucky sight, as it was the same color as Caeda's eyes. to Zephia's strangely happy realization, her son was also born with crescent horns, though his are smaller and a life-changing event of grief snapped both of his horns at the tips.

apparel is a factor of appearance he used both of his mothers as inspiration. as though he were a pegasus knight, the placement of his armor and low-cut skirt are worn similarly to Caeda's own attire. buckles and bands accessorize his thighs, over the bare skin until it reaches his knee and lower leg, which are clothed with padded socks. though, instead of boots, he sticks to low heels, with twin golden charms hung over his ankles. the cuts of his sleeves and the flowy fabric borrowed come from the image of Zephia. he would wear a cropped top if it wasn't exposing such a vulnerable body part.

the virtue of an angel atop a pegasus mirrors that of his image, because of the color scheme and the modesty in which he holds himself. beautifully charming, he is not above using his appearance to get his way. whether it be getting into the stables at night or coaxing a human into trusting him, deception has become a second skin to the light in which he appears to be.

PERSONALITY,

if one was to be poetic, then he is the wolf beneath sheepskin; the monster in a knight's armor. there is no doubt that he has the ability to be better than what his mother has made him, but the question is whether or not he chooses to. as a child, he was a curious little thing, babbling questions as Caeda fed him in her lap or laying his head on the page of Zephia's tome as she read. such curiosity has led him to expect a lot from the world, for it to please and amuse him for as long as he lives.

there is one thing that limits his inherited hunger for power; the memory of Caeda. as he grew from infant to toddler, from kid to pre-teen, she stayed at his side, teaching him the delicate strings of life and the differences between right and wrong. if hurting others was wrong, then the urges he felt were wrong, too. and he kept to that lesson, biting back his instincts and forming them into harmless, blunt words. if he could not be nice, then he should not speak. but, if Zephia said to, the world would not be nice to him all the time. so, when should he appease the hunger in his chest? at every offense of the world, or only to those who asked for it?

his mothers were opposites and, first, he bent to the gentle voice of Caeda's parenting. he idolized her for her courage and strength, her ability to love and be loved. she, in a way, was everything he hoped to be. but centuries bled into centuries and the strict fist of Zephia's parenting would take effect easily in the confusion of his morals. he would take his kindness and wield it until it grew jagged and benefited him in the long run. mother was right, always, and he owed all he was to her for continuing to have faith in him despite his constant failure to understand.

now, as a young adult, his charm and tongue have sharpened naturally; everywhere he walks is a curiosity he commits to memory. to have lost someone has made him appreciate the little things in life, often comparing them to his mothers' taste. he treats everyone he meets as a potential pawn, as a default, useful only in what they can give him. this does not mean they will earn his immediate annoyance; a good person helps others recognize themselves, even if done with a heartless hand. for his heart is shrouded, far beyond encasing in light. only near those he bonded with will ever understand the constant solemn manner in which he condemns himself to.

HOUSEHOLD DYNAMIC,

even before he was born, Zephia and Caeda were at odds with one another. though they would care for each other, well into the Mage Dragon's pregnancy, there was a gap between external and internal love. to Zephia, she was at the top of the hierarchy within the household, but to Caeda, there was no ranking. and, as such, an animosity was unfurled with the birth of their son. when Zephia would handle him, Caeda had reason to worry, as her murmurs of the Fell Church and the burden of heritage began to grow a paranoia within his mind.

the wedge became known, fully, when their son was a kid, hardly in his teenage years. it was obvious that, beneath Caeda's gentle hand, he would never grasp a mastery over recognizing and controlling the hunger blossoming in his chest; only a dragon could teach a dragon how to bear his teeth. and Zephia wished to do just that, promising to deal a heavy hand against their son to show him the dangers of not controlling the weapon he could be.

as noble as her motherly heart, Caeda, dearest Caeda, rose to stop her lover's teaching. and that, in the common area of their home, was where Zephia's patience thinned and Caeda's life was torn from her body. when Mage Dragon left to find her kin, Fell Dragon found the limp body of his mother; his idol. the sorrow was immediate, mixing horribly with the confusion of losing another. this grief would only be recognized a century later, as a teenager, when their son helped a village girl mourn the death of her mother. but then, as a child, clutching onto the stained fabric of his mother's dress, he had only the time to hear Caeda's raspy final wish before an aching pain struck his heart. the day he transformed for the first time was the day he lost both his mother and home forever.

and, without his only familial support, he had to brave Zephia's obligation alone. he kept Caeda in memory for centuries, adopting many of her mannerisms into his speech and always carrying a handful of her ashes in the steel of his necklace, forged in secret by the blacksmith whom he owed. but, in his mother's words, Caeda had to die. it was inevitable. best it be at the hands of her wife and not another, right? right? because there could be no other reason for Zephia to strike her down that he could think of.

they loved each other. they loved him. he loved them. but where had it gone wrong?

QUOTES,

??? about CAEDA, present:

"... i missed her." instinctively, his hand rises to touch the necklace resting against his collarbone, as if to protect the ashes trapped within its steel. "my mother was the strongest person i knew. she... it's been years but, i can never give her my proper thanks for all she's done. watering the flowers near her burial is the least i can do."

??? about ZEPHIA, present:

"she is my mother, just as i am her son. by blood and oath." the words flow evenly, as though this is rehearsed. "i owe her my life, for birthing me and every year afterward. she and... she and my second mother were teaching me the importance of my choice and staying at her side is mine."

ZEPHIA about ???, present:

"my sweet boy," next comes a delighted hum, as though she holds the utmost pride in him, "he has grown well over the years. already he has nearly mastered his draconic form. even after... hmph. i simply hope to pull him from his late-night visits to the stables of the village down the mountain path. he sleeps there as though it is his den."

ZEPHIA about CAEDA, present:

"it was my mistake to fall in love with her." a long pause; her gaze falters and her hands tremble against each other. when she speaks again, it is quieter, as biting as it is regretful, "we are better off without her. she was not suited for the life of a fell child's parent... time would have killed her even if i had not."

CAEDA about ???, past:

"he may be a fell child but i will never let him feel as if that is all he can ever amount to—all he will ever be." she holds a single hand close to her heart. "as long as i draw breath, i will never let him think otherwise."

CAEDA about ZEPHIA, past:

"there is love in her heart, i know it." a warm smile, despite circumstances. despite the efforts she must go to in order to protect her child from grief. "it need only be drawn out."

CAEDA to ???, before death:

"when it's... when it's hard to be a good person, just remember that i l—love you."

#arcaeda #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . #ohhhhh i had so much fun with this one i ( BURSTS INTO TEARS AND SOBS AND HEAVES AND HICCUPS AND SNIFFLES AND CRIES AND #i was waiting for one of zephia's meme lovers to be the first death / kill count and i fear it's mrs fire emblem #IM SO SICK AND ILL I CANT BELIEVE ZEPHIA WOULD DO THIS I HATE HER SO MUCHH #and the idea i have in mind for the zephiaeda kid is kind of sick i'm lowkey obsessed with him #the kind of man to rob you of your money just to show you how weak and vulnerable you are but it's all for good intentions to help you #i lowkey went crazy with this too sorry this is so long

[mycovenofchaos]

Hi Anon reader #1 here : I've shuffled my deck for the request I got about 𝖠𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗇 & 𝖬𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾. How are they in person, in relationships/ friendships and physical appearance.

𝗔𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴:

I pulled the first two cards 𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 & 𝟯 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝘂𝗽𝘀: The 3 of cups is a card of joy, friendship, celebrations. The card features three women dancing in a circle raising their cups in the air, in a toast. Celebrating something and party hard. This could represent Admin as a party girl, she takes everything with fun and always out making her day and building good connections. She could also be a hard worker, most of her time she give it to work. The three of cups reminds us to take time to celebrate with people we love. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝟯 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝘂𝗽𝘀 also describes the person as, someone sociable, joyful and sometimes the heart of the celebrations and gatherings. She could also be the type who embody the spirit of camaraderie and bringing people together, and creating sense of enjoyment.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 : The 3 of cups represents her as a vibrant type of person, she could be marked by a bright and engaging smile, expressive eyes, light colored eyes, down turned or medium sized to small eyes. Fair skin tone.

Moving to 𝗜𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀/ 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 : ( The kinght of wands describe her as a very compassionate, outgoing and the one who take the lead in everything in a relationship.She embody a natural genuine love, care. A high sexual activity probably too lmao. The suit of wands represent high sexual energy. As a friend she is also genuine, care about her friends, make those around her appreciated and valued. She could have at least one favorite best friend or two in her life. Or would probably consider them like. She also attracts to her both people from same gender and opposite gender. Also any men she meets they find it hard to search someone like her, leave an impression on them. She is creative and passionate in her career, possible working in business, making art, or taking leadership in her team work.

𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: I pulled for her 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 & 𝟰 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀:

The first card Queen of Swords is the card of honesty, objectivity and independence. The cards shows a queen with stern look on her face, sitting on a throne, she gives off an aura of confidence. She knows what she is doing. This card reminds us that honesty and justice are important principles to build a relationship of any kind. Possibly this is important in Maddie's life . Next card 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 , describes her as Joyful, radiant and lively. Often it marks the person as a celebratory type of person. Same like Admin she is party girl too lmfao. She could be the type who lift you up just by comforting words throwing around, care about the ones around her as well. Cherish friends over all. She may cary herself with an air of confidence and joy. You'll also find her at the center of gatherings or social events. She attracts probably attention wherever she goes from both genders like Admin, same and opposite gender. A high sense of spiritually and good coach. Outgoing and Has lot of friends.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲: The 4 of Wands following the Queen of Swords and the Page of Cups at the bottom of the deck. Her appearance she might be vibrant, wears summer colors a lot. Like light blue, light green, peach. Sweet smile, attractive eyes, medium sized or deer eyes. Fair Skin. Medium height.

𝗜𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀/ 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀:

She is a loyal partner and friend, as in The Queen of Swords represented her. As someone who prefers honestly in her relationships, also she is the type who cherish friendships a lot. Even in with her partner she makes the friend and girlfriend type of relationship. The 𝟰 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 also represents her as someone sociable, welcoming and exudes a sense of warmth, nurturing and festivity. High Sexual energy. She may have the natural ability to make others feel included and valued.She could also possible easily to make men fall for her. She might be passionate and talented possibly have more than one talent 👀. Possibly good in work as event planner, arts, healer or gardening. or any role that involves creating joyful and celebratory experience. 😁🥰

OMG!!! The readings are absolutely amazing 🤩 I am jealous and I want one for me too, please!!! 😂😂😂

@lonelybubblething and Admin, look!! ✨🔮

🎴 Reading by Anon Reader #1!

[ofskysanddragonsandstars]

Shili head canons

While I enjoyed TOTJ, making Shili as a green wooded forest frustrates me. there were so many missed opportunities. Come on, Filoni, togruta are colorful and apex predators, why wouldn’t they blend in with their environment? So excuse my ramblings while I write out my ideas. 

Environment:

Keeping with the forest theme (because I do like that), the grass is actual turu grass from Legends (or fanon, whichever). So instead of green, it is colorful with red, orange, pale green and more. It matches the skin tones of the togruta, which is how they hunt because they blend in with the environment. It’s evolutionary camo! If the turu grass gets tall enough, the top will turn into blue, grey, purple - to match the white and color change of the lekku. 

Now the trees can be tall too. I actually like this idea. With how nimble Ahsoka is, you bet togruta climb trees all the time. Now, since TOTJ has the trees as evergreens (or at least look like them), I’m assuming there are lots of branches, furthering my idea of togruta as tree climbers. Again, keeping with a colorful environment, the leaves are not green, and instead are orange or red. The bark can still be brown though (not quite sure what I would call the evergreens though - evercolors?) 

Okay, so Earth has regional climates and Obi-Wan confirmed oher plants are the same way (”and this is the planet’s tropical zone” - the snarkiness of this man). Since we saw Pav-ti and other togruta in layered clothing, I’m also assuming Ahsoka’s hometown is located in a colder climate. There are changing seasons, but it does not get hot (say average summertime heat is 75-80 degrees fahrenheit). Which would be the reason Ahsoka wears revealing clothing. TPM has Anakin admit to space being cold, but if Ahsoka’s biology is naturally inclined to colder climates, the cold space wouldn’t bother her. And we see in episode A Friend in Need, Ahsoka does not shiver on Carlac (okay, it could be argued about it was adrenalin, but she had no problem taking her parka off before the fight). In warmer climates, togruta wear similar clothes we see Ahsoka wear in the earlier seasons (tube tops, strapless, open back, sleeveless, etc), which is why Ahsoka does not adopt Jedi Robes, because it is too warm. Using this logic for Shaak Ti, it would mean Shaak Ti is from warmer regions from Shili, which is why she wears Jedi robes, but in the video game The Force Unleashed, on Felucia Shaak Ti wears revealing clothing as well (yes, it obviously catered to horny video game players, but this is my fix-it, so idc). 

Okay, let’s talk about the warmer climates. It would almost be an antithesis. The turu grass is the only thing that remains the same. The trees would be shorter and not evergreens (evercolors? I need a name). Instead, I picture the warmest climates being swamp-like with vines. Depending on location to bodies of water, some locations would be a bayou. The vines and shorter limbs change the tree climbing style used. 

Skin tone/colors: 

During the Zygerria arc and TOTJ, we see many different colored togruta. So my follows human melani. The more exposure to sunlight, the darker the skin tone is. This explains how both Ahsoka and Shaak Ti have similar skin tones but Ahsoka is lighter due to her heritage in a colder climate. As for skin colors, that’s evolutionary camo! (no one can sway me from evolutionary camo) 

Akul: 

Anyone else disappointed in the beast that snatched baby ‘Soka? Come on, the teeth were different! Yeah, so I’m not considering that an akul. Obviously if togruta are predators, they are has to be more than one dangerous creator. So for now, I’m calling it a Shili tiger (if Filoni can label wolves as a Loth Wolf, then I can do the same). So this Shili tiger is big and dangerous. Pav-ti was on high alert and it caused chaos for the village. Those people were ready to go after that tiger. That means akuls are even more dangerous, highlighting the skills Ahsoka and Shaak Ti have to take down an akul. So, my idea is that akuls also hunt alone, like the Shili tiger did in TOTJ. But I also want to use Pav-ti’s words about how everything lives and dies (balance of the force, anyone?) So, hunting to simply kill an animal is taboo. There has to be legitimate reason to kill an animal (hunt for food - kybuck, or to get Ahsoka back from the Shili tiger). So, that means when Ahsoka and Shaak Ti killed an akul, it was in self-defense or to protect others. And to make the teeth into a headband? That is a deterrent for akuls to hunt them when they are outside the village. I like to think that akuls are the most dangerous animal on shili not only due to strength or stealth, but also because of its knowledge of togruta. Perhaps togruta are its favorite meal. This could lead to religious aspects of togruta culture (that’s something I’ll come back too later)

Physiology of the akul: large, triangular golden teeth seen on the headbands, scale-like body rather than fur (makes it harder to cut), and really good night vision eyes. (More ideas can be added here but i’m not a zoologist - any takers?)

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk about a fictional world. I have many more ideas that I want to flesh out but these were the most prominent. I really want to explore possibilities for Shili culture - like why do they have a colony on Kiros, what religion they have, marriage and family dynamics, matriarchal society, rites of passages, other traditions that Pav-ti follows and why they are “old ways”, egalitarianism, the jobs relating to hunting and art clashing on fundamentals of peace vs hunting, and the social hierarchy 

#We love fix-it ideas #My anthropology class took hold #Loth wolves #idk her #I only know shili tigers #swtcw #shili #togruta society #its evolutionary camo #totj