#back at it again with chill’s pixie cut

[yongislong]

ideal types + dreamies.

genre: fluff? haha

note: ty anon! i hope this is what you meant! this is just my opinion btw i don't know what these mfs like, i tried not to do body types or anything like that bc... ya lol. lmk if anything comes across as harmful! not proofread...

mark... would probably want someone who is just very chill in general. an ambivert for sure. someone very genuine, personable and freindly. someone who can go with the flow but is also so naturally funny. he laughs at everything so that shouldn't be too hard LMAO. loves people who have good music taste. LOOVE a street style type of person. dancer maybe?? someone who he can spend alone time with and fully drop any act he feels he needs to put up. someone who makes him feel safe and comforted. i don't think height matters to him since i think he's pretty secure with himself! likes someone with a loud laugh hehe. someone poc probably. prefers longer hair but will hype you up no matter what you look like because he genuinely finds you perfect. someone who hypes him up as well

renjun... someone artsy for sure! probably someone softer and a more... calming? aura? if he can sit in silence with you and still feel fulfilled i think that's perfect for him. someone shorter maybe? likes full cheeks. doesn't really matter what style for him tbh, he has a pretty dark academia style so if you're similar that cool but if you can change the way he dresses and have him explore new things, he is so down for that. someone who supports him and comforts him when he's having a hard week/month/etc. someone who likes cafes and museums. likes unique features. bubbly personality but also someone who is silently observant. a sucker for intelligent ppl

jeno... hmm... someone cool for sure. likes darker styles i feel like? but also likes it when you dress in lighter colors and stuff as well! doesn't matter what length your hair is, but likes pixie cuts tbh. i feel like he likes more quirky people since he can be a bit serious sometimes. shy boy/excited cute partner trope for sure. someone more assertive. nice smile so you can both be known as the cute smile couple muahaha. like someone who he can go on hikes with and someone who likes nature, dogs and enjoys being more adventurous. would like someone to nurture him tbh, like not baby him but... can take care of him and make him feel loved and relaxed. likes to feel wanted and manly most of the time though. giving very wattpad bad boy whos also a sweetheart?

haechan... someone shy probably so he can be brought back down to earth LMAO but again!!! i think as long as he clicks with someone, he won't really mind. likes to reassure his partner but also likes someone who is driven and passionate about something. would enjoy being around someone who enjoys watching movies and tv. looots of movie dates. someone in a more vintage style would be very intriguing to him. likes people out of the norm. think of chae from twice in regards to style. someone confident no matter what people say about them. likes to be able to have emotional conversations and be open about issues so someone more mature in that aspect would be appreciated. likes clingy people tbh. someone who's probably a bit more structured

jaemin... likes people who are hard to understand. likes people who dress and act however they want to. would support you no matter what LMAO. someone respectful and polite and full of love. animal lover. he pegs me as the type of person who goes for personality more than anything else, if he finds you attractive its just a plus LOL. definitely someone who's an ambivert. someone who can keep up when he's more excited/extroverted but also someone who can sit, cuddle, cook and read in silence with. definitely someone cute! especially if they seem more intimidating on the outside. he finds that juxtaposition really charming. maybe someone short but i don't think it would make or break anything. a poc lover, SLAAYY. hates try-hards or pick me's. someone who can give him confidence and vice versa

chenle... someone more emotionally mature and go with the flow. someone who is consistent. probably someone smart but not necessarily academically? like someone who is wise! life smart LOL. someone who enjoys cooking and shopping together. likes someone who is able to drive him forward if he feels stuck. someone who's really nice. like really REALLY nice. someone who can teach him good values and helps him see life through different perspectives. doesn't really care too much about style, i can't see him being with someone who is heavy heavy into fashion unless its more leaned towards street wear. just someone really cool, yknow? enjoys introverts because he likes to be able to be the only person to see you come out of your shell

jisung... short extrovert HAHA. he's pretty tall so tbh... most people are shorter than him so it doesn't really matter. but i love the trope of him being super quiet with a partner who enjoys peppering his face in kisses and bragging about him to all their friends. carefree person for sure. someone who can let him look at hard situations and help him alleviate his anxiety and let him know everything is gonna be okay because he's trying his best. likes darker styles. i think of like 2014 tumblr when i think of him LMAOO. so yeah... maybe something like that but modernized? likes bangs. loooves people who are naturally cute. likes people who get flustered easily haha. someone who's not embarrassed to show that they love him

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[evil8keta]

Ok so I have a request and it’s kinda like a self-insert..

So.. A Platonic mercs and fem!reader who wears masculine clothing and has short hair. (Like a pixie cut or half-shaved head) The mercs think she’s a boy at first. But then they find out that.. *gasp* it’s a girl! How would they react? Again, platonic please, I don’t ship myself with any of them!

- Random Anon

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!! the scenario for this is that you had no idea that the others think ur a boy lol....also they all found out during a group meeting or something

the mercs find out that... *gasp* you're a GIRL?!

SCOUT

- WHAT?! WHAT???! he can't believe it.... scout immediately ran up to you and drowned you in questions like "are you sure you're a girl?? are you ABSOLUTELY sure??" eventually he was peeled off of you by spy cause he was being too annoying lol. anyway this big gender reveal surprisingly doesn't change how he behaves around you he was just very dramatic when he found out

PYRO

- gasp!!! no way!! pyro is so surprised!! they all have been misgendering you this whole time and you had no idea!! :( because of this pyro feels bad... but again, it doesn't change how they feel about you at all lol. they would definitely go up to you later and apologize to you for thinking that you're a man (not like you can understand their muffled voice through the mask anyway)

SOLDIER

- stares at you like this >:O for a whole minute then shrugs it off like eh whatever. nothing changes, he's glad they got your gender right now but it's not a big deal! he's going to treat you the same... at least NOW he understands why you gave him a feminine flowerly deodorant when he asked to borrow one from you

HEAVY

- oh... well, that's interesting. he tries his best to stay calm and not look surprised but the confused expression on his face and wide eyes say otherwise. he eyes you suspiciously, but stops suspecting you pretty quickly. it's obvious that you weren't hiding anything, and they all just assumed incorrectly, so it's their fault not yours lol. he's pretty chill after that, and the way he treats you doesn't change either, maybe he's just a little bit more careful towards you

DEMOMAN

- starts shouting and is the second one to question you right after scout is peeled off of you, smh. "SINCE WHEN WERE YE A LASS???" really confused and dramatic and it takes like 10 minutes to calm him down. after that he might actually start acting nicer towards you? idk to me he just seems like he really respects women. it's not a big difference he's just more of a gentleman

ENGINEER

- bamboozled but not for long. like at first he's like scratching his head and thinking about how come no one noticed sooner. but then he shrugs it off, smiles and starts congratulating you as if you had your own gender reveal party. you're his daughter now

MEDIC

- ALWAYS knew you were a girl, he read it in your medical files, but after he noticed that most of the other mercs view you as a man, he played along. for fun. however when you said you're a girl in front of everyone he was like gasping and covering his mouth, like omg?? you're a girl?? wowww right he sure had no idea... /s

SPY

- is....very surprised, but tries to not show it. spy ran background checks on literally everyone in the base, including you, so how did he not figure out you're a girl sooner..? perhaps he was too convinced that you are a man that he didn't bother to check lol. anyways after his initial surprise he's quite indifferent but he might but he might be more wary of you from time to time. like what else could you be hiding, huh?? you're secretly the president of Czechoslovakia or something??

SNIPER

- not gonna lie bro was sleeping the entire time of the meeting....then he heard the world "girl" lol and immediately woke up, looking around in confusion. after he came to his senses he was speechless for a while, like woah... you're a girl? okay. yeah he really doesn't care and just went back to napping. like yeah, good thing that everyone knows now, but it's really not any difference to him. he might treat you more gentlemanly afterwards tho, but that's just his manners

#team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #headcanons #keta writes #hi...comes back after a year and half...

[fiddles-ifs]

Merry Shitscram everyone !! have backstory

Kaylen's nose is especially oily today; you can see her pores working overtime to clear the sweat out, hair clinging to her forehead from the new choppy pixie cut. It makes her look like a dance mom at fifteen.

"You're so fucking sad I get a charity tax break just for hanging out with you," she says, smacking your roller blades to get you to break. Doesn't work. Never will. And there's no ref to break it up, so she just stops, fingers tightening on her own stick.

The ands -- Kaylen, Aiden, Dylan, and some other douchebag teen from your grade -- like to fight dirty, but their chirps could use some work.

"Nice Letterkenny reference, dipshit," you say. "Are you going to play or not?"

You're barely out of face-off when Aiden comes from left and shoves his bulk up against your shoulder, trying to wrestle the puck away. He's not very fast, but he's pushy, and big. Sandwiched between him and Kaylen -- who is fast, but an opportunistic vulture -- is a disaster until someone from your team manages to help you out of the hole.

But Dylan has his legs wide open, staring dazedly at the powerlines overhead. You do some mental math, just as Aiden and Kaylen get distracted by shoving matches from your side. You're alone in the vast expanse of concrete and sky. You might have just enough time. You wind up, stick blade parallel to the high wires.

The slapshot you punish him with comes in front of a thunderously loud crack, composite hitting asphalt; the puck looks like a bullet. You worry you might has misjudged the angle -- it'll put a dent right in his shin, and you can't deal with that right now, not with parole chilling the sweat on the nape of your neck. But then it zips right between his knee guards, into the net, ripping a hole through the beat up rope. It's fine -- the goal is battle scarred with pockmarks from years of abuse.

And you win.

And that's all that matters.

Your whole team freaks the fuck out, slapping the top of your head, jostling you for good luck. They almost knock you off your skates.

"Fuck you, Robin!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Dylan?" You have to shout to be heard over the sound of teenagers still raging. "Probably not, because she looks like a dog's shaved asshole. Doesn't stop me, though!"

You stick your tongue out and glide back down the pavement -- you'd snow him if there was snow, but alas. You'll make do with kicking a little grit onto his shoes.

"Dick," you hear him mumble, just as Aiden skates up by him to try and balm the wound.

"Yeah, that's probably why their parents dumped them on the side of the road."

Everyone freezes -- except for the ands, who just laugh, the four of them tittering by the net like fucking hyenas.

"What did you say?" Your voice is cold. Sharp. Violence hiding in it. Someone puts a hand on your shoulder -- you don't give a shit who. It doesn't matter. It never matters.

"Ignore him," they say, trying to sand the edges down so you don't get in trouble. Looking out for you. (In your mind's eye, in the present, you try and imagine what Bautista looked like as a teenager with her hand on your shoulder.) "He's stupid."

And they keep laughing, even when you shake off the hands trying to keep you contained.

Nobody's laughing when you break your hockey stick in half over Aiden's head. There's a lot of screaming, actually.

(You look back on it now with a sort of numb-feeling shame, clinically picking the scene apart. Aiden was lucky you didn't seriously hurt him. You had a lot less control in those days.)

Parents come rushing out of apartments, pulling kids apart. Someone has a t-shirt pressed to Aiden's head. Someone else has their arms around you, pinning your hands to your sides while you kick and scream.

"If your little trailer trash foster mutt ever comes near my kid again, I'll call the fucking cops!"

"I am the fucking cops, lady!"

You're only a little bit calmer when your dad sits you down with a long-suffering sigh, hands on your arms like you might lash out again.

"What the hell was that about?"

You keep your head bowed, heavy with shame — your dad doesn’t ever yell like he did outside. Doesn’t like doing it. Says it makes him feel like an ass; and that’s about the one thing you’re embarrassed over. Cracking your stick over Aiden’s dome was darkly satisfying.

You explain, agonizingly stilted, what Aiden said to you.

Dad lets that settle for a bit. Then, he sighs, hangs his head, and gives your arms a gentle squeeze before he looks up again. His glasses are perched right on the tip of his nose, now.

“I’m sorry, kiddo.”

“He’s a douche.”

“I know — but now he’s going to keep coming back.”

“Why?” You don’t mean to sound so wounded.

“Because he’s a douchey teenager, and as long as he thinks he can win, he’s going to keep coming for you. The best thing you can do is walk away.”

(You loved your dad — but he was wrong. The best thing you can do isn’t walk away.

The best thing is to make sure they know they will never win.)

#greenupdate #a very merry greenwarden christmas #to all who celebrate #discord got to see this one a little early

[paisholotus]

Ch. 5

Narrative

Sonya, their mother, set the table with the food, plates, and sliverware. Nalae got home from her date—her very first date, by the way. She told her mama and pops that she invited him and his uncle over to dinner. Sonya and her husband, Malik, were disappointed because they were unable to see her leave on her date.

Sonya & Malik

Tisha and Anthony are in charge when they can't be here, and they were told that she laid down the law before she left. Tisha can be very violent and threatening, especially when it comes to Nae and Mar, but she is mainly protective of Nae, who has never been on a date or had a boyfriend.

 

Sonya and Malik became aware of Mar hanging around the boy Nae went on a date with. Mar told them about Marcus, or Lucious, if you will, and that they were friends. And about him missing school and his grades dropping, he promised them he wouldn't miss any more school and would get his grades back up.

 

He told them that Marcus was a good person; he simply did bad things to survive. His mother knew all too well about doing bad things in order for her family to survive.

 

His parents recognized that Marcus hustled to make ends meet, but that didn't mean he wanted the boy around their daughter. When Malik and Sonya moved into this house and into this neighborhood, they stopped hustling, killing, robbing, and so on.

 

Are they proud of it? Of course not, but a parent will go to any length to make sure their kids are straight. But their pops promised to be on his best behavior tonight and not get disrespectful in any way.

 

Sonya was the type of person who had the biggest heart. She was caring and understanding. She would invite you to dinner, bring you fresh baked goods, etc.

 

You'd think she's just a nice, friendly mother, and you'd be right. But she does those things all the time just to read people. Outsiders, to be exact. That was her job; it was how they got money and safety connections. It's how Malik got to be a doctor; it's how Sonya got to be a lawyer. Did they cheat their way up there? Possibly. But don't get it twisted; they worked their ass off to be where they are now. Sonya is an amazing lawyer and has legal connections. Malik is an extraordinary doctor; whenever things get bad, he has to do things you pray about later.

 

Sonya got to know the people around her. By reading you and knowing every detail about you, even the secrets your own mama doesn't know about, But, once again, that was her job. She was the brains, and her husband was the one who had to go 'handle' things because her husband wouldn't allow her to. Not that her husband wasn't intelligent; in fact, he was extremely perceptive. He was never the yelling or getting in your face type of mad. He was calm and collected; he was very much a watch-and-listen type of person.

 

Their mother chopped up mint leaves and mixed them into the lemonades. She made a peach raspberry lemonade and a regular lemonade. She put them in the fridge to chill. She walked out of the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs and yelled to see if the kids were ready.

 

Tisha had also told her mom she had a boy coming over to dinner too. She said the boy she invited was also friends with the boy Nae went on a date with.

 

Nae sat on the high stool in her bathroom while Tisha was flat-ironing her hair. She cut her ends, which were shorter than usual. She had her hair straight with a swoop and whispy curls on the ends. She got up, thanked her sister, and even asked if she wanted her to do hers.

Nae's and Tisha's hair

Tisha had long, curly hair like Nae's when they were little kids. When Tisha first got into high school, she cut it into a pixie cut. She sometimes let it get longer into a bob but would cut it again.

Nae finished Tisha's hair, and she thanked Nae, leaving the bathroom and going out of her room to finish getting dressed. Nae walked to her full-length mirror and checked herself out. She added two gold necklaces, plus her name plate necklace. She doesn't know what to do with her shoes, so she puts on her white-forced ones.

Nae's and Tisha's outfit

 

In Tisha's room, she looked at herself and thought she looked good. Tisha wasn't a dressy type of person. She was more tomboy-like. Tisha was comfortable with her sexuality; she was confident with a touch of arrogance and cockiness. She was bold and blunt; she didn't care if what she said hurt your feelings. Because, probably nine times out of ten, you probably had to hear it: She could absolutely be an asshole when she wanted to be.

 

Tisha put on a gold necklace and rings on her fingers and put on her brown Air Force ones to match her outfit. Her mom and pops would tell her she was showing too much skin, but they would honestly be arguing with a brick wall. Because Tisha was going to do what she wanted. She had the records to prove it. The many times Tisha has been in and out of jail, she would have made any other mother give up. But it wasn't because Tisha liked fighting; she was the type of sister to fight Nalae's battles because she constantly stayed bullied. And Tisha wasn't going for that shit.

 

So her parents won't be mad at it. They were taught to look after each other, and their mom told them that violence wasn't always the answer. But that concept came in and out of the window when it came to disrespect.

 

She walked out of her room and went into her cousin's room, saw both of them in there, and told them to come downstairs. They figured Nae was already downstairs. They walked into the dining room and helped with whatever else their mama needed help with.

 

Their mom cooked smothered fried chicken, collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a peach cobbler. Oh, and honey-butter corn bread. We can't forget that.

 

There was no cooking better than their mom's. Their pops can throw down too, especially on the grill; ribs were his specialty.

 

Tisha and Nae told them to behave themselves. They rolled their eyes and nodded. A knock on the door stopped what they were doing, and Nae anxiously checked herself while their mom went to get the door.

 

She opened the door to see two of the boys holding flowers and the other holding wine. She introduced herself and welcomed them in. The light-skinned boy said his name was Marcus and gave her the flowers from his uncle, saying he couldn't make it. She took no offense to it and told Marcus to say thank you for the flowers. And the dark-skinned boy said his name was Caine and handed her the bottle of wine.

 

She gave them a big smile and told them to follow her into the dining room. When they walked into the room, the smell of the food hit their noses. Marcus and Caine shook their hands and were told to sit down at the table.

 

Marcus looked at Nalae and smiled at her. She looked so beautiful; he swears that every time he sees her, he notices something new about her. He thought she looked beautiful with her hair flat-ironed. And he couldn't help himself to stare at her figure in the dress; to him, she had the perfect amount of body. Slim waist, but she had a small amount of chub in the stomach, but he doesn't mind that. She had wide hips and thick thighs. But Marcus didn't just want to fuck her; he had actual feelings for her. And it seems they were getting stronger every day.

Marcus and Caine's outfit

Nalae looked at Marcus and thought he looked so fine and handsome. His smile gave her butterflies. Her feelings for this boy continued to grow day by day. He was smart, funny, and ambitious, and he made his own music. He told her that was something he was really passionate about. Just everything about him drew her in.

 

She wondered why his uncle didn't come with him; maybe he wasn't feeling well. But it was sweet of him to get her mom some flowers. That made her smile. She looked back at Marcus and smiled at me, causing him to smile softly back at her.

 

Caine looked at Tisha and thought she looked sexy as hell. Tisha was tall, slim-waisted, and had a big ass. Caine was 6'9, so he could still look down on her. Tisha was all dat; they've been talking for a couple of weeks, and they have almost everything in common.

 

He noticed Tisha that day when she and Anthony dragged Lamar away, mad that he was hanging around them. So the next time he saw Mar, he asked him to let him holla at his big sister, and Marc gave him her number. She didn't want to give him the time of day at first, but he kept bugging her, and she caved in. She told him if he wasted her time, she was going to cut him.

 

But since that day, they have been talking every day. Hanging out every other day, he just hasn't met a girl like her before, and to say she was already his and didn't know it was an understatement.

 

Tisha smirked at Caine and saw how fine he looked. They had been talking for some time, and if she was being honest, she genuinely liked him. And that's saying sum, because no nigga or bitch could give her feelings.

 

Tisha wasn't the relationship type. But to her, Caine was different. He was smart, funny, and nonchalant; he was overall cool and collected. And her favorite thing about him was that he matched her sex appeal; that man was freaky. They matched each other's personalities well. But what she enjoyed was that they had real ass conversations about their future, and she liked that.

 

-Time Skip-

 

They were an hour into dinner when Marcus and Caine introduced themselves to the family. Marcus told their mom that both of his parents were dead and that he now lives with his uncle. He told them he was the only child and that he hustles.

 

Caine told them that his father was killed by police brutality. He has two younger sisters and one older brother. He also said that he hustles on the side with Marcus to help support his mother. He graduated high school early, and he and Marcus grew up together.

 

Sonya tells them both that she does not judge or think lowly of them for what they do, but that she understands they do it to survive.

 

But she also told them that when people hustle, it's to better themselves, so once you've made enough money for yourself and your family, you and your family should leave your environment so you can live a better life.

 

 

Because, even if there are people who enjoy street life, the majority of them do it to better themselves for their future. So don't waste your time trying to be someone you're not.

 

 

Through the meal, Marcus and Nae exchanged glances and flirted with each other a little. But it was harmless; they were in front of her parents. Sonya asked Marcus about his date with Nalae, and he said he took her to have dinner with him and his uncle.

 

Sonya teased him, saying, "Oh, you were making sure your uncle approved of her, huh? Had to make sure she was up to par." She said, playfully crossing her arms. with the rest of the table agreeing. Marcus chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Something like that." Eating some peach cobbler and complimenting Sonya on how good it tastes

 

"So did he approve of her?" She asks him. Marcus looked up from his plate and looked around the table as they stared at him, waiting for an answer. Marcus looked at Nae, gave a sincere smile, and said, "Yeah, he did. He said he liked her. And to bring her over again." Nalae gave a shy smile and told Marcus to tell his uncle, Thank you for having her over.

 

Marcus picked up his glass, staring at Nae, and said, "You look so beautiful; thank you for inviting me." Nae's face got hot, and she told him he was welcome to come over any time. Sonya looked at the two and smiled, thinking they were cute. She looked at her husband, who stared at Marcus and Caine with a stotic expression; he ain't said but a few words the entire dinner.

 

But that was his way of figuring them out.

 

Caine had also said that Tisha looked beautiful and that he liked her outfit. Tisha wasn't too fond of the word beautiful; she didn't mind it, but she knew that wasn't the word Caine wanted to use. So she said, "I know that ain't what you wanted to say. You can say it. I look fine, don't I?" She questioned him, and the table busted into laughter. Except for her daddy, who glared at the girl.

 

When dinner was over, Marcus and Caine volunteered to help with the dishes, but Sonya said it was ok that Ant and Mar were going to do them. Sonya gave Marcus and Caine leftovers to take home to their families and extra cobbler. Marcus got a call saying that he had to leave, but he enjoyed his time. He walked over to Nae, who looked at him shyly and gave him a hug.

 

He smelled so damn good, he lifted her lightly off the ground, causing her to giggle. He placed her down and kissed her cheek, telling her he'd call her later. Caine went to hug Tisha and tried to kiss her cheek, but she smushed his face away, scrunching up her face, calling him ugly.

 

"Yeah, ok, I'll call you later." He said, smiling, walking to the door. Sonya walked behind them and thanked them for coming. She held out her arms, giving them a small smile. Marcus gave her a small hug, taking in her warmth. It's been a long time since he's felt motherly love, and if he was being honest, he liked the feeling. She let go of him, cupped his cheeks, and told him to be safe. She hugged Caine and did the same action, also telling him to be safe.

 

She opened the door, and Caine was the first one to walk out. Marcus felt a tug on his jacket and looked to see that it was Nalae. She went to hug him again and kiss him on the cheek. They stared into each other's eyes and slowly leaned in and kissed. It only lasted a minute before he mumbled that he had to go and that he'd call her later. He gave her mom another smile and walked down the steps to his car, where Caine was waiting.

 

Nae stood at the door, waved bye to them one last time, and watched them pull off.

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[bondew]

yo bro silly post but one time when I was younger, like 10-11 I was at the park for my bestfriends little sister birthday party, I think she was turning about 6. Anyway me and my bestfriend where chilling with eachother near the trees, away from all the little kids. At the time I had a short pixie cut and hadn’t had puberty so I was a flat rectangle (I wish I still was lmao).

One little boy walked over and asked me, “are you a boy?”

I replied, “no, I’m a girl”

we went back and forth for a while because he kept telling me I was a boy and I kept saying I was a girl.

Anyway moral of the story: I’m just looking for this kid, please come back to that park and tell me I’m a boy again🙏 bc I wanna hear that again and try and figure out if you are right or not 😭😭

#funny #gender dysphoria #body dysphoria

[expirisims]

Long time, no see

It has been in game years since we’ve last checked on Alyson, Terrell and their little one, Jerrod. When I clicked in, Alyson was on her way to the McCalister home in the middle of the night! I’m not sure they really want company at this time of night...

Or, maybe I was wrong Joanna was wide awake! Oh my, what did my game dress poor Joanna in for maternity!?

I know I’ve seen Terrell and Alyson fighting around town and they are autonomously sleeping in different rooms so I checked on their relationship status. Well they are still dating and definitely attracted to each other, but look at that bar in the red! Oh no, that doesn’t bode too well.  I guess it stands to reason, they are complete opposites.

I gave Terrell his makeover at home when I first entered, but I discovered the hairstyle I chose for him was completely blacked out in his portrait panel and notifications. It showed up correctly actually on him in live mode, but I was still leery so I checked in another save on a different sim...

Yep...still showing blacked out in the portrait, while showing as normal on the actual sim.  After scouring the internet I found one post that said this may have to do with poly count and should be fine, but I’ve used this hair before with no problems and I don’t want to take chances, so I settled for a different hair on Terrell.

As soon as the sun was up I sent Alyson for her makeup.  Armando is back to wearing full ancient Egyptian guard garbe again I see! LOL! That Armando, what a character!

Well, my retinas may be burning, but Alyson loves the outfit he picked for her so it’s staying! I gave her a haircut. She seems to be a short hair type of girl so I chose an adorable pixie cut. This is literally the first time I’ve seen her entire face! She’s so cute!

Alyson is a photographer and Terrell is in a band so neither has a rabbit hole job to go to. Alyson worked on teaching Jerrod to walk and Terrell met up with his bandmate, Marisela to jam in the park. Is it just me, or does she seem to be a little into him?

Artist’s Pointe seemed to provide just the inspiration they needed, but they weren’t getting any tips. In fact, to my dismay, “Zombie Roommate” hasn’t had a single gig since forming 3 years ago! I did some digging and found out I had a lot of work to do in order to make them eligible to earn any money as a band...so I may have cheated just a little bit ;) It was my fault after all. 

Back home Jerrod has learned to walk!

Hey some sims have finally arrived to at least listen!  Nice, Marsha...real nice, like you’d be any better at playing piano!

I couldn’t resist a picture of Kyle in robot mode LOL!

I bet you’d be down to chill again!

Alyson was invited to the McCalister home for a party, but I called a babysitter and sent Terrell with her; hoping to increase their relationship. Unfortunately, Alyson stuck around only a couple of minutes after sneaking up on Joanna and Terrell spent most of the evening watching Jody while Joanna cooked mac and cheese.

Haha! Don’t you mean thanks for taking care of my kid while I ignored you?

Aww...sleeping in the same bed now.  Maybe that party helped their relationship after all.

#Sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 gameplay #ts3 world stories #alyson farrell #terrell thigpen #jerrod thigpen #joanna mccabe #jody mccalister #marsha stockton #kyle baldwin #corinna grubbs #Armando the stylist #zombie roommate

[frostise]

𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐍

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

name:  louise lincoln

name meaning: famous warrior / lake colony

alias: killer frost, ice queen

age:  late 30s

ethnicity: american

zodiac sign: leo

species: metahuman

gender:  female

orientation:  bisexual

profession:   former thermodynamicist at star labs, currently an assassin for hire and interrogator

birth place: nyc, manhattan

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

eyes:  icy blue. stares daggers at everything and everyone. it's as piercing as it gets, but once her eyes land on a special someone her icy gaze melts away

hair:  pixie cut. short at the back, relaxed waves on the front. silky to the touch. appears wild yet regel in its perfect form. do not touch her hair. ever.

skin:  pale. clear skin with the exception of her burn mark on her right hand. other than that she has a simple skincare routine that mainly focuses on hydrating her dry skin

notable features:  narrow chin, high cheekbones, outward ears

body type:  curvaceous hourglass

height:  5′3

colours:  warm reds, pinks and greens as a civilian. cool shades of blue, black and white when on the job. sometimes purple is introduced in the mix

scar(s): right palm has burn tissue from a riot in belle reve

clothing style: can range to hardcore punk, goth or girly

would never wear: anything cheap or a trend she finds ugly enough to not wear

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

mother: adeline lincoln. the first person in louise’s life who tried to repress her killer instincts and change her into someone she wasn’t born to be

father: joseph lincoln. the first person in her life who truly saw her sadistic tendencies at an early age and despised what he had raised

siblings: victoria lincoln. the youngest sibling her parents preferred and couldn't blame them for loving their normalcy

affiliations: star labs, department of metahuman affairs, assassination bureau, secret society of supervillains, legion of doom, suicide squad, ice pack

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

fruits:  fresh grapes, strawberries, lemon

drinks:  smoothies, milkshakes, water, cuppchino

food: crème brûlée, beef wellington, new york style pizza, buffalo chicken wings and lobster

snacks: lollipop, lu pépito cookies, chocolate bar and gelato

alcoholic beverages:  beer, champaign, martinis, mimosas, gin

flowers: anything that's named after a royalty, although her personal favourite are lillies

day or night: day

smokes:  yes, but only when stressed. she's trying to quit after all. was quite the heavy smoker when crystal died and only listened to her therapist to eat sunflower seeds or chew on gum (she hates gum)

drugs:  never again. had a bad experience trying out cocaine once

drivers licence:  yes, she earned it as a teenager. was pretty much eager to drive herself everywhere

usual mood/demeanor: moody af. other than that pleasant trait louise can be pretty chill if she's not being provoked in some way

moral alignment: chaotic evil

interests:  jewelry, expensive stuff, rich history of royal families, physics, space, protests, riots, money, 70s/80s music and the list goes on !!

dislikes: animals/pets. they always sense she's a threat. they will be hostile no matter the situation, even the most docile of creates find her repulsive. she'll consider herself lucky if they just ignore her

positive traits: creative, determined, humorous, charismatic, punctual, persuasive, intelligent, open-minded, straightforward, decisive, curious, sympathetic, discreet, alert, flirty 

negative traits: feisty, manipulative, backstabber, arrogant, bossy, paranoid, sadistic, selfish, moody, malicious, stubborn, obsessive, fussy, cocky,  irrational, vindictive, aggressive

habits: occasionally smoking when stressed (trying to quit), obsessed with elegant mannerisms/behaviours that fool people into thinking she's a snobby elitist, uses makeup to hide her sleep deprivation

sleeping habits: has trouble sleeping properly without having a nightmare of firestorm or crystal. always has to keep drinking whisky to knock herself out, smoke, listen to her favourite bands on the radio, read a book, mediate and write out different yet positive scenarios of her nightmares of her getting her revenge. she even thinks of a happier ending with crystal a lot on her journal

eating habits: always eats with her mouth closed and looks down on people who share rude table manners. she's also one of those people at restaurants that eat their burger with a fork and knife

strengths: taekwondo, acrobatics, body language expert, stealth, interrogation, acting and boxing. all learnt by her time at the assassination bureau. has extensive knowledge of thermodynamics and connections in the criminal underworld thanks to T.A.B

weaknesses: her few weaknesses are water and ice due to her metahuman condition to thrive off of heat sources. lets her bloodlust control her and feels the need to satisfy her sadism, dealing with the traumatic event of firestorm killing crystal that affected her life dramatically. uses violence as a way of coping with her anger when it only leaves her empty despite enjoying the cruelty she commits

#˗ˏˋ ༄ ──── 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 〳 ❪ helluva party ❫ #˗ˏˋ ༄ ──── 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 〳 ❪ violence creates and molds as well ❫

[tinybriewrites]

Literal Pixie

Jason's head was spinning, and his vision was going in and out of focus. It was making his killer headache worse, and he didn't even know why. It was like how some of the people down in Crime Alley described getting high and hungover.

Jason felt like shit.

He could see something vaguely grey on his right, and he tried to lean his unstable body onto it, but just as he placed his hand down, instead of the feel of something solid, his hand phased through the structure - a gravestone, now that he'd taken a proper look at it - and all he could feel was a bone-deep chill.

"Phantom, huh? It's been a while since that one last came up," a lilting voice said with a hint of nostalgia.

"Who's there?" Jason was on guard. He was disoriented and in an unknown location. Was he kidnapped again? No, wait, the Jo-

A melodic giggle brought him out of his thoughts.

"Silly Jay, meeting you is always like this, isn't it?"

Ethereal. That was the only way Jason could describe her. A small fairy in a crimson, swishy petal-styled dress flew in front of his eyes. She was a red rose. He was starting to think she was part of his hallucinations. Maybe from an induced coma. There was no way a face so perfect existed in this world. Neither did fairies, his mind quipped.

"Then again, you never seem to remember," she teased in a light-hearted tone but Jason could hear the loneliness hidden underneath.

Jason flushed under her bright smile. To distract himself, he looked around his surroundings, and that froze whatever banter he thought of to cheer her up.

Here lies Jason Todd. A son. A brother. A friend.

The thing- The gravestone his hand phased through before the fairy flurried into his life was his own.

Jason Todd was dead. He was dead.

That was why he couldn't touch the object, why his vision was blurry and mind hazy, why he could see a fucking fairy that never should have existed. He had died at the hands of the Joker. After taking on the beating of a lifetime, he had borne the full brunt of an explosion. Batman was too late. He couldn't save his Robin. He was dea-

Yellow. The pixie flew so close to his face that that was all Jason could focus on. A shade so brilliant and godlike, it was like all the stars nested in a soup of liquid gold. Her eyes held an otherworldly beauty that gave such an elusively familiar feeling that Jason would have thought he imagined it had the fairy not alluded to knowing him.

"...Who are you?" he whispered, unwilling to break the bubble of the moment they shared.

She gave a feathery laugh at that, "You always ask the same questions, don't you, Jay?"

The fairy pressed a light kiss to his forehead before pulling back, saying, "I'm Marie the Pixie."

Marie. The name unconsciously rolled off his tongue as if it was coming home. And Jason just knew that it suited the fairy - no, pixie - perfectly.

"Hello, I'm your soulmate," she said with a mischievous grin before breaking into giggles as he gave her a blank stare. Somehow, as dubious as her words were, he trusted them.

"Sorry Jay," she tried to hold back her laughter. "Last time, you told me to try it like this."

She grinned at him so vividly that Jason almost wished that moment would never pass. It was as if his very soul missed her smile even if he couldn't remember her.

"Welcome to the world of the dead! But don't worry, Jay, this is only temporary. Someday soon, you'll come back to the living," she reassured him, but that only served to baffle the boy.

"Temporary?" he asked, mind swirling with thoughts of never wanting to leave this girl - his girl - behind.

She gave him a small smile, "Fate hasn't cut your thread just yet. Phantoms are a form meant only for the few destined to return."

"And I was one before? We've met before?" he said out loud.

She hummed, caressing his gravestone. "James, a war hero stuck in a decade-long coma. That was the longest we were ever together."

Jason wanted to ask why she couldn't come back with him, but he held his tongue. "...And the other times?"

"Sometimes a shadow, sometimes a ghost, a couple of times, a vengeful spirit. But only one time a phantom. And yet, still always my beloved Jay," she had a distant look in her eyes as if seeing something that wasn't there.

"James was special," she grinned at him, but Jason could see the loss in her eyes. He felt a twinge of jealousy at that. "And so are you, Jason."

They sat like that in comfortable silence against his gravestone. Now that he could focus on it, he was able to come into contact with objects again. It seemed that his pixie had grounded his mind.

"So..." Jason started with caution. "How did we become soulmates?"

A flash of emotion too quick for the boy to catch appeared on the pixie's face.

"Wanna watch the sunrise? I know the best spot! Living a couple of centuries does that to you," she laughed artificially in obvious avoidance.

"Sure." Jason let her; she would talk when she was ready, he knew.

Grabbing his hand, the pixie let her ladybug wings extend completely for the first time. The way the light bounced off the crystal-clear wings was magical to Jason. It struck a chord deep in his soul that he felt always happened when they met again. So familiar yet so achingly warm. Like freshly baked bread, which was how his pixie smelled like, his mind supplied unnecessarily.

"Come on!" she cheered, fluttering her wings faster than her prior casual glides. The pair ascended high above the clouds, and Jason's breath was taken away. The mix of reds, purples, pinks, yellows, and oranges from up above was a more wondrous view than he could have ever imagined. It felt like a scene straight out of a classic. Only the best prose fit to describe the sight.

Wow.

"Right?" the pixie giggled. Jason hadn't realized he spoke out loud.

She leaned her head against his shadowy shoulder before sighing, "It never gets easier telling you this."

"You don't have to," he assured her. She gave a wistful smile at that response. "You always say that."

She took a deep breath before saying, "I was a hero. I was Ladybug, Protector of Paris. The whole city relied on me, but I-"

"I failed them," her voice broke. "I was too weak. I let Hawkmoth win, and when he made his wish, the universe demanded a price."

"What was the wish?" Jason breathed lightly.

She gave a defeated, wry smile at that. "He wanted his wife back."

Jason said nothing, only placing his arm around her shoulders, giving her his silent comfort.

She rubbed circles onto his hand for a while before continuing, "But Emilie Agreste's soul was damaged by a broken miraculous, and fixing that required pure creation magic."

"But to pour in creation, one must take from creation. And I had to pay the price," she let out a deep, sardonic laugh. "I was erased from existence and from everyone's memory. I lost my soul to become a pixie only able to meddle with the world when the scales were tipping the balance."

She looked him dead in the eye, "Until I met you."

"...Me?" Jason blurted, astonished.

"Yes, you," she gave him a soft grin with clear love in her eyes.

"No matter what, fate can't help but love her ladybugs," she played around with the clouds at her fingertips, not looking at Jason.

"But you died," he said accusingly.

"But I met you," she looked at him, and to Jason, everything just felt right in the world. Even if he was dead. "In a world without soulmates, fate had let me meet my destiny. How can I hate her when she led me straight into your arms?"

They didn't talk after that, choosing instead to bask in the other's presence.

"Do we only meet when I die?" he broke the silence after a long while.

She hummed in response. "You stay until the world calls your soul back. Sometimes that's a day. Sometimes, a few weeks. Occasionally, a few years. Four at most, usually."

"It depends on how badly the universe needs you," she teased. "I had James for a decade during his coma but only an hour when he died. It was the middle of a war, and your presence was immediately demanded back."

"Why? Why me?"

She peered at him so intently that Jason felt she was seeing through his very soul in more ways than one.

"Our connection. My eyes are golden now, but they used to be blue. After fate had taken me, some of their power couldn't help but bleed over into my soul, and in turn, yours too. Our presence in the world, one in the living and one in the dead, balances the world in a core-deep sense."

"Then you'll just be stuck here forever?" he asked, incredulously. That was shitty treatment for a heroine said to be loved by the fucking world itself.

"Well-" Before she could respond, the edges of Jason's soul turned a blinding yellow like the sun.

"It's time," Marie said with a sad smile. "Goodbye, Jason. Stay safe, I hope I don't see you again for a while."

"Marie," Jason was panicking. He couldn't leave. Not yet. Not without her. But the yellow was burning him, and he could see hints of toxic green in his vision that was quickly blurring out of focus.

"I'll always be waiting for you."

That was the last Jason heard before he was engulfed back into the dark abyss with crisp lime lines swirling around him.

~

Back in Gotham, Jason was irritated at the ache he could feel deep in his soul. He wanted to blame it on the Pit, but something in the back of his mind told him he was wrong. He felt like he was missing something - someone, his soul whispers - but he didn't know what - who - and it was driving him insane.

Lost in his thoughts, he failed to dodge the girl who tripped into him. A crack in the pavement was precisely in the middle of the pair.

"I- I'm so sorry, monsieur."

She looked up at him, and Jason froze. For a moment, he could swear there was a surge of gold in her eyes, but he blinked and it was gone.

Her crimson lipstick reminded him of something. Not blood, but something more... cheerful. Valentine roses, he mused.

He held her arms as she wobbled, unsteady on her feet, and at the contact, it felt like everything clicked into place for the man.

He gave the petite woman a dangerous smirk. He purred, "Enchantée, mademoiselle."

The girl in his arms - his girl, his mind corrected - froze at that, flushing a beautifully deep red. He gave a husky laugh at that reaction. It was so innocent.

"Marinette," she breathed airily.

"Jason." The twinkle in his eyes he never knew he was missing was back. "Care to grab a coffee with me?"

---

Big thanks to @verymuchimmortalcat for being my beta!

Cross-posted on AO3

#tinybriewrites #Cheese Juggler Brie #Gotham City Circus #MGI Mixer #MGI Mixer 2022 #mgimixer #Discord: Maribat? Get in! #jasonette #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #miraculous x dc #dc x miraculous #dc x mlb

[thiefscant]

[ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders ↳ @scarbound — memes / accepting!

        anais is no stranger to cold nights, although it has been a while since she spent one without any protection. back home in baldur's gate they managed to collect enough threadbare cloth to almost add up to one proper blanket. it was, at least, enough to keep them from freezing in the wintertime. she could simply burrow underneath the pile, sometimes joined by the tabby stray who liked to hang around the building, and her own extra body heat kept them both warm enough to last until the morning came.

        the shadow-cursed lands are proving to harbor another kind of chill entirely. one that bites harder and cuts deeper. even with the pixie's blessing to protect them from the shadows, the cold creeps into anais's very bones. they shiver and huddle close to the fire, closing their eyes, as if it is ever enough to ward off the night. if she tries, she can almost imagine the sun of the sword coast on her scales again. eventually, they will have to retreat to their tent and try to get some sleep. eventually...

        a sudden warmth falls over them, and anais's eyes flutter open, hands clutching automatically at the blanket now hanging around their shoulders. pale peridot eyes lift to where astarion is already moving away to find his own seat by the fire. the half-elf exhales, surprised as ever not to see their own breath, given the shadow-cursed cold which surrounds them. thanks is what they ought to say, but manners have never been anais's strong suit. "...what about you?"

#!ic; answers. #scarbound #.01; scarbound #!one skull; two tenants. ( v; main ) #!arc; act ii.

[demi-shoggoth]

Wig Pigs

Welcome, welcome, welcome! I’m glad you decided to stop into Gigi’s place! I know, it can be a big decision for a lot of people to realize that they want to play with their appearance. Some people like to play with it in big ways? And others in small. And, I see what you’ve done already? And I like it. You seem to know what you’re looking for, dear. But, I think that there’s some things that I know? That I can share with you.

Like this!

Here, this is kind of an animal testing facility? But also kind of a petting zoo. Here! Feel this. Nice, isn’t it? This is what I call a Wig Pig! It’s my own invention. Well, my idea. A lot of other people’s fuss and hard work had to go into it. But yeah, it’s an animal that grows wigs for fur, and then you can harvest them safely and have a perfect wig! And then do it all over again! Isn’t that great!

You might want to sit down for this. The chairs are comfy, aren’t they? Only the best for my girls.

Yeah, I said that, didn’t I? Girl. Because I know that’s what you are. Even if other people can’t see it. I’ve been picking up what you’re putting down. And unfortunately, one of the things that you’ve been putting down might just be yourself. Because, like, the world is scary out there? But I want you to know, that here? You’re safe. You’re family. And I want to pick you up.

And, I think you’re ready to learn about how I did this?! Right?

OK, cool.

So, the Wig Pigs started out as ordinary guinea pigs. Do you know why they call test subjects guinea pigs? Specifically? It’s because guinea pigs can’t make Vitamin C, and neither can humans, and so they used to use guinea pigs, and still do, for nutritional studies. Because guinea pigs used to be raised for food, they’re reasonably chill and you can keep a bunch of them, and they breed fast.

So, we have a lot of base materials, the animals, to work from. And what makes them special? Why, so so so much. The main thing is that we’ve altered the genes and regulators that deal with hair growth? And we’ve made them super responsive to environmental factors. Like, all we have to do is change their diet and they start coming out with a new color or texture! If you want to have a rainbow hair mermaid wig, we could totally do that.

But, that’s not the vibe I’m getting from you right now. Someday, though. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not ever.

Any questions so far?

OK, yeah, that’s a good question. No, it doesn’t hurt the Wig Pigs to harvest. We also can turn up how easily the hair falls out, or how hard it’s rooted in place. Just a little extra vitamin B-12 and the secret herbs and spices, and we can lift it right off of them! Just like spinning cotton candy! It’s so gentle some of the Wig Pigs even sleep through it, sweet little things.

And yes, they do come in longer sizes. We keep the short ones where the public can pet them and see how the textures are so nice! But the bigger ones can get tangled if we aren’t careful? So they spend most of their time in the back.

Now. I can tell you’re a little overwhelmed. There’s a lot. Lot, lot, lot of options here. So, I’m gonna give you one, and tell you why I think it would be perfect for you. And you can let me know what you think.

Of course, if this is all too much, you can leave and come back whenever, if ever, you want. No Pressure.

Good, I’m glad you want in on this too. It’s a lot of fun!

So, I think you should go short. I love short hair on you. A cute little pixie cut? Makes me think I want one of those themselves. They’re reasonably stealth, so people who think you’re not a pretty girl? They’ll just kind of glance over it. Not even notice. Especially if you, like, wear a hat? I’m not much one for hats myself, but I know a cute hat when I see one.

Now, the color. See, I love colors. I remember coloring so much as a kid and spending just as much time reading the names on the crayons. Seeing how the different colors actually came out on the paper, and whether or not it was the same on all types of paper. Fiber size, level of bleaching, gloss, all that stuff matters. Little details are little, but do they still matter. It’s all Tiny Worlds out there, dear. From the genes in the Wig Pig to the people in your life.

Anyway, colors. Since I spent so much of my life playing with colors, I have associations between colors and concepts! And I think what you need right now, girl, is some Hope. And I think Hope comes in blue.

I love the color blue. My eyes are blue, you know. At least, in the right light. Sometimes they come off as gray. And I can see that in your eyes too. I like that, it’s like we’re sort of twins? We’re connected at least.

Now, what you need is some really good Hope. And one of the things that makes me feel Hope is the night sky. It makes me feel small, in like a good way? And so, I propose, a short little pixie cut wig, grown from a cute little Wig Pig who is a very dark blue. Something like the night sky. Ultramarine is one of the names for that color. Ultramarine? Such a funny name. It sounds like some kind of space army or something!

Now, one last question.

Scent?

Like, I’m kinda big on perfumes. I don’t know much about the specifics, yet. Gigi’s still figuring out some things too. But Gigi likes to smell nice. And Gigi thinks it’s important to feel pretty in all of the senses. And the Wig Pigs can bake that right in!

I was inspired by Ancient Egypt. They would wear these cones of resin on top of their wigs? Because, yeah, a lot of them wore wigs. You could put them on inside when you wanted to feel awesome and pretty, and then take them off outside. Maybe to hide who you were from people who didn’t deserve to know. Maybe just because they lived in a desert. They didn’t write that part down.

But yeah, cones of resin are sticky and kinda gross. But! Wig Pigs make oils! Just like the hair of any other mammals. And by putting some sugar and spice and everything nice in there, we can make the wig smell, like, so good? And like anything you want. I prefer a more spice-forward scent myself? I really like nutmeg. Like, I could eat a potentially dangerous dose of nutmeg and not notice until I got sick. You can get sick off of nutmeg, did you know that?! Because it causes hallucinations, some people try to get high off of it? But it causes a lot more than just that. Bad stuff. People have died, I think. I'd need to look that up. But. Be careful, and stick to small amounts. Of nutmeg, or of a lot of things, really. Stay grounded.

Okay, enough bummer talk. I don't want to be a buzzkill, and today is about You.

Now, if you want to go no scent, and just be neutral with it? Great. The process to change the oils takes a few days. I have a no-perfume, ultramarine Wig Pig ready to go, so you can do no scent now, or make a new appointment later in the week to come back for a scented version. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of weeks now? As soon as you made the call for the initial consultation in fact…

What’d ya think?!

Oh, this is going to be fun!

#microfiction #lgtbq #trans #trans positivity #mad scientist #be the ms. frizzle you want to see in the world

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

ooooh i love Caeldrin’s vibe!! can you tell me more about your character? :)

Ok so: I plan to make a comic about him someday with my friends. He looks like this (although I will say his face is not to my standards and his top is not exactly the cut and style I would prefer. this is a heroforge screenshot and they print custom D&D minis so some of the presets don't look right because they're designed to print this guy at two or three inches tall, but the colors and the skirt and the ears and cape are perfect)

He's a wood elf archfey warlock. He lives in my Dm's homebrew world, and he travels all over but he grew up in an area that is loosely scottish inspired with a lot of mixed Elf and human communities and he hung out with a group of people that have sort of Robin Hood and the Merry Men vibes when he was just becoming a young adult. He had a best friend in this group named Del, who is also an Elf which is relevant for lifespan reasons. Caeldrin then did the ditzy and easily distractable thing and followed a pixie, and got lost in the feywild, where he met his patron. Now his patron is a fictional character whomst we all know and love. Puck from a Midsummer Night's Dream fame. Anyway he chills with Puck for what feels like about 2 ish months to him and then he goes back out of the woods and sees Del again, and they start adventuring together again. He realizes a few months after that that the Del he is traveling with is actually Del's son Del jr because those two months were actually 200 years. Standard fey stuff that causes mortals TRAUMA.

He saves the feywilde from demon rot and as a reward he's is turned into an archfey in his own right, and then he and his friends world from an Eldritch monstrosity, and he accumulates three boyfriends, one of whom is his former patron, Puck, one of whom is the elvish god of abjuration magic, and one of whom is just some firbolg bartender. And now he has two kids one of whom is a changeling who he adopted who cannot be controlled, and one of whom is the worlds most mild mannered half firbolg half elf which he got through casting true polymorph on himself and then getting pregnant simply because he could.

#caeldrin core #anyway I exclusively play femboy elves in D&D #the mini doesn't show it right now because I made it before he got to a high enough level #but he does have permanent iridescent dragonfly wings now #and also a fey mask that is green and has elf antlers with flowers coming off of it

[fem-blade-adept]

New OC. Meet the final member of the Sword Baes. @ebevkisk

Something Stares Back

The Astral Sea is a plane that exists outside of the Prime Material. An ocean of stars and planets and void home to many creatures of consequence, but also monsters the Prime Material plane could only have nightmares about.

The Astral Sea carries more mysteries than answers and with it, a deeper, darker fear of pure and true helplessness and loneliness.

As a Dreadnought swam in search for food, the city of Gogotor slowly drifts and an executioner reads out a sentence.

“For the crimes of necromancy, murder, and conspiracy against the royal family, we gather here today for the execution of the wizard, Ascella Ylteryn. Ylteryn, you stand here judged and you have been found guilty. Your punishment is death by guillotine. Have you any final words?” The executioner removes the gag keeping her from speaking and the creature took a deep breath.

A 27-year old humanoid composed of starlight stares into his eyes with a vicious glare with irises as gold as any heavenly object and sclera as black the abyss. Her feminine figure was almost human, but her body was filled with starry skies, but much more sky blue than the navy skies of the Astral Sea. Her garb was a divine material, but black and gold to match her eyes and her hair was a pixie cut of a deep purple shade.

Ascella spoke. “Tyrants fall by my hand. You may think this to be my last day, but I tell you that you believe a deception. Several people will die today, but I will not be among that number.”

The executioner redoes the gag and shoves her to her knees as she finishes and says “Then, by the authority of the King Buralto, may you find peace in the afterlife.”

As the axe swings into Ascella’s neck, it passes right through. From behind the executioner, a hand reaches out of invisibility and fires a Finger of Death into his brain. The executioner drops dead only to rise again a second later. Ascella comes out of invisibility and with an oppressive glare, directs the executioner on the crowd. “I told you that I would not die.”

Other guards turn their weapons on Ascella and fire in a futile effort to bring down a wizard with mere weapons. With a flourish, a Wall of Force rises and all of the bullets harmlessly bounce off as she Dimension Doors to the nearest tower. With a simple Dominate Person, all of the guards lose their ability to gauge who they should shoot at as Ascella disappears.

In the castle of Gogotor, Ascella appears in the throne room where an army of people await as a precaution in case the guards don't succeed. They charge and, as they do, Ascella’s eyes glow a hateful color as they snap, creating a Gravity Fissure. Several die, the remaining run in fear as, without breaking stride, Ascella paced towards the throne.

The king, sitting unmoved, yelled in defiance. “Pale witch, you do not scare me. You will die where you are.” He pulls a sword and glows with a deeply unsettling divine light.

Ascella remained undeterred. “No nonono, paladin. I am the master of life and death. There are powers you cannot match and I wield them for purpose beyond your understanding. You have nothing in your power that can contend with my arcane prowess.”

The king laughs. “Nothing can match the power of god.”

Ascella pulls her Staff of Absorption from the ether. “I am a god.”

With divine speed, the King brings down his sword. Not soon enough, Ascella appears behind and the king feels his skin wither as a Blight spell hits him directly in the back. He reacts quickly, but too slow to beat her Shield.

Ascella casts Fly and ascends out of reach as the paladin king fires bolt after bolt of Eldritch blast at her.

“Oooh, Good old king worships multiple gods. Eldritch blast isn’t something a Paladin should ever be able to cast.” With a spin of her staff, she fires a Cone of Cold directly down at him, chilling him to the bone.

The king snarls and dispels the fly and catches her in the stomach as she almost lands, flinging her across the floor. Using her staff to stand, she rises, blood dripping from her astral figure.

“Even you can’t evade death, child.” The king says as he attempts to bring down his sword one last time.

Ascella rises and slams her staff. From below the chiseled stone work, a 15-foot tall skeleton grabs the paladin and holds him in the air as the unsettling energy of purest death filled her body as the skeleton completely restrained the king. “Oh, darling, you have absolutely no idea. Kill.” And with that final word, the skeleton drags the king directly into the nine hells.

Ascella, with a deep breath, uses the Heal spell she stole from an old compatriot who does not exist anymore and, as she preps to teleport, she hears the clapping of hands as an intimidating presence drops from the rafters.

Ascella recognizes immediately the fear that tries to crawl into her veins as Dragon fear.

“What an impressive display. Truly magic beyond what most people would see on a daily basis.”

Ascella remains unmoved. “You don’t see very many dragons here either. Especially one with pale pink eyes. So you are Marasenna, the Purveyor of Nightmares.”

Senna strides up. “Petra hates necromancers, but you have skills that could round out the final member of our council. Provided you don’t kill us. Not that you could.”

Ascella gave a quick snarl. “Don’t question my abilities.”

Senna asserted her presence. “All I need is a yes. Come be friends.”

“I don’t make friends.”

Senna starts to walk away. “Suit yourself then.”

Ascella turns. “Wait. Do…you have a library?”

Senna smiles. “Of course.”

Ascella offers a hand. “All I need is something attuned to where we’re going.”

Senna takes it with a bow. “As you wish.” And with a flash, they disappear.

[brucie-bruce-waynee]

The Actor and the Billionaire Part 5

(A/N: Here is the last part! Thank you all for coming on this ride with me :))

Word count: 3.3k

The marketing team didn’t seem horribly surprised that the two of you had turned your sort of scam into an actual relationship. Walking out of the conference room with Bruce’s hand in yours, you were all smiles.

“Would you like a ride home?”

“Nah, I think I’ll walk, actually.”

Bruce pressed his nose to your forehead. You kissed him on both cheeks, trying to reassure him.

“Remember what happened last time you went out alone?”

You would’ve told them to fuck off if anyone else had said it. That you didn’t accept being patronized. But from Bruce, you knew he was genuinely concerned. Batman didn’t show up during the day, and Bruce worried for you on the streets of Gotham. 

“I’ll text you the entire way and send you a picture of Cinnamon when I get home.”

You noticed a van following you for three blocks. Even as much of a coincidence as it could be, your hackles were raised. Being vigilant would help you this time. You scrolled to Bruce’s contact and called him. When you were distracted, a figure popped out of the alley on your left, dragging you in. A gloved hand muffled a scream, and you were wrestled into solid arms.

Your phone had been dropped in the scuffle. The van pulled through the sidewalk driveway. You scream again, and the arms that hold you squeeze until your breath is gone. This is when you see Bruce pick up the phone on his side. 

“Ah, good. You got them.”

You knew that voice. Fucking Anthony! You thought you’d gotten rid of him, but of course, he’d do some shit like this. Swearing at the man in front of you behind gloves wasn’t nearly as intimidating as you hoped. Anthony leaned down to pick up your phone, and you began fighting again. No! Don’t tell Bruce!

“Mr. Wayne? Yes, we have your plaything here.”

Growling, you kicked backward and landed home directly on the person’s crotch. They scrabbled back with a yell, and you surged forward.

“Bruce, no! Don’t do what they say! I’m so sorry!”

That was all you could say before you were grabbed, forced to the ground, and gagged.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Wayne. We’ll keep them safe while you give us what they want. Instructions will have been dropped by your apartment today. Fulfill them and maybe we’ll consider letting them go.”

As Anthony was talking, your captor bundled you into the back of the van, tying your hands. You hissed as your new bracelet cut into your wrist. Your companion was a woman with a pixie cut. Damn, she was strong. And you had kicked her in the crotch. No matter who it was, a kick there would hurt. She had a glittering satisfaction on her face. That was when it dawned on you. 

You’d seen the faces of both these people. As the doors closed to leave you in darkness, a chill swept your body. They’d been so bold as to not cover their faces. They were never going to give you back. You’d die with them, wherever they were taking you. 

The drive to their base took a while, and you figured it must be out of the city. They hadn’t blindfolded you, but it didn’t matter. There were no windows in the back, and a tarp had been stapled to the roof. You could barely hear your captors. 

They hadn’t bound your feet, but you didn’t want to move. There was no telling how pissed these guys would get if they knew you were trying to escape. You don’t even know how to start. They probably had guns and other weapons. Your mind is filled with bloody tire irons and baseball bats filled with nails. These thoughts were your companion when you arrived and tumbled out of the back of the van onto hard concrete.

“Leave them there. We have the cameras to set up,” Anthony said harshly.

Jesus, this was awful. Of course, it was horrible; you were kidnapped for ransom in relation to Bruce Wayne. This was bullshit. If you had been less of an emotional person, you would just tell them you weren’t in a relationship with him and maybe set free. But you had fallen for Bruce Wayne hard and fast. You could still lie, but it wouldn’t accomplish anything.

You laid there, watching these two set up a black sheet on a far wall with a couple cameras and some of those light reflectors you remembered from school picture day. Clearly, these were professional kidnappers. Or they had a photography studio on the side.

It was an interesting thing to be on the side of the kidnapped. You heard Anthony, the leader, make the threatening phone call to the Gotham Channel Nine news station and demand to be let on the air, claiming a kidnapping. The woman stepped on your knee and made you scream as proof to the station.

The chair was metal, cold, and stiff as you sat in it. The woman had bound your ankles to the legs and ripped your gag out of your mouth. Anthony walked over to you and grabbed your hair in his fist, pulling your head back painfully. He smiles down at you in that same sick way that made you uneasy when he worked for you.

“Didn’t you already threaten Bruce with ransom demands? What’s this now,” you asked, strained.

“Gotham needs to see how fragile even the lives of elites are.”

You rolled your eyes when he turned his back. The woman caught you, looking at you blankly. You’d heard of kidnapping victims trying to turn the kidnappers against one another, but you could see she had no light in her eyes that you could appeal to.

“The news is live? Ok. Our feed is on, tell me when you’re switching.”

Both of them had strapped these boxes onto their mouths. When they spoke, their voices were pitched down. Smart. The two stood in front of the camera to hide you for a dramatic reveal. And you thought you were the actor.

“People of Gotham, you are all vulnerable and weak. Even the highest among you is easily taken and incapacitated.”

The two stepped back to reveal you. You clenched your jaw, determined not to look panicked. It was a shit job.

“Make your demands. Beg, plead for your boyfriend to come save you.”

You kept silent, glaring at Anthony behind the camera. The woman came forward and yanked on your hair, making you cry out in pain. 

“He told you to speak.”

Grinding your teeth down, you looked to Anthony. He was clearly frustrated with your lack of compliance. 

“You can’t make me say anything I don’t want to,” you finally said, voice wobbling.

“So, you don’t want your boyfriend to use his wealth and influence to find you? You don’t want to demand to be released because you’re rich?”

Confusion was evident across your face. Is this what Anthony wanted you for?

“You think I’d endanger him and his business for you?”

Anthony stepped in front of the camera, cutting you off.

“Your prize actor is weak in my hands. They don’t even want help. What will you do, Gotham? What will you do, Mr. Bruce Wayne?”

Anthony punched the off button on the camera. 

“What the fuck, dude? You couldn’t even play along?”

What? What?? Was he blaming his botched ransom video on you? He was putting his own incompetence on you. What the fuck.

“Maybe if you had given me a script-“

He punched you across the jaw, sending the chair you were strapped to flying. You landed hard on your right side, jolting your shoulder.

“You’re a bitch, you know that? A weak bitch.”

God, this guy was pathetic.

“Is this all because I fired you?”

“You were supposed to be mine! We were supposed to be together,” Anthony roared, his voice echoing up to the rafters of this warehouse. Really? Truthfully, you were close to pissing yourself, but his reasoning was ridiculous. 

“Anthony. Control yourself.”

This was the first time you’d heard the woman speak. She looked just as blank as usual, but her eyes had a distinct fire, and they were trained against you.

“Jen, you saw what they were doing.”

“Is this your guy’s first kidnapping,” you asked, still on the ground.

“Shut it! God, let’s leave them here. Come on,” Anthony spat out.

The two got back in their van and left you there. On the floor. In a warehouse. The sun was setting outside the high windows. You had no idea how you had kept it together for so long, but now you cried. It was a silent cry, with you gasping for breath and scrunching your face so hard the muscles in your cheeks ached.

After you’d cried everything out of your body, you were numb. It was a good cry session, but you were exhausted. Only the pain of your shoulder kept you alert. You’d been on your side for hours with your ankles and hands bound. Any shifting was challenging. Were they ever coming back, or would they just leave you here for days? Would they feed you or let you go to the bathroom?

“Bruce, I know I said not to come, but I need help. Send anyone,” you said to the concrete.

The sun had set now. Batman would surely be on the lookout for you. But he didn’t know where you were. How would he?

You heard the rumbling of a van and tensed as the garage opened once more. Anthony emerged and stormed off to some other room in the warehouse while Jen came towards you with a box in hand. She righted your chair and released your hands.

The raw skin from the rope made you wince, but you kept back your tears. This woman wouldn’t see you cry. Your bracelet was stuck to the dried blood on your wrists.

“Here.”

She opened the box, and the smells that greeted you were heavenly. It smelled like barbecue. A pulled pork sandwich with fries. However, you weren’t stupid. Certain events would prove otherwise, but you knew better than to accept food from your fucking kidnapper.

“Please. You’re more useful to Anthony alive than dead. He’s trying to lure out your boyfriend, and he needs you for it,” she said with no inflection.

Pursing your lips, you hesitantly took the box and held it to your face. Mmmm. You hadn’t had barbecue in a long time. As you smelled, your stomach growled something fierce. 

“I’m supposed to sit here and tie you back up when you’re finished.”

“Understandable,” you replied without really hearing her. All you were focused on was the food. You dug in, not caring about getting sauce on your face.

“So, how do you know Anthony,” you asked, mouth full.

“Dude, really?”

Jen had settled on the floor, legs crossed, chin in hands.

“Well, making conversation is better than you watching me eat.”

Jen ruffled her hair, short spikes sticking up from her fingers. She seems to think about it for a bit. Maybe she was making up a story, or she would ignore you.

“We’ve been friends since we were kids. He’s like my baby brother. If he’s hurt, I’m there for him. He asked me for a favor and I was there to help. I didn’t exactly expect him to do this, but I was in it. He showed me the plans and I couldn’t back out,” she said in a rush.

“I mean, you could’ve gone to the police. Taken pictures of his plans or something,” you said after swallowing a piece of sandwich.

“We’re family. Not an option.”

Jen’s tone garnered no further discussion, so you finished your sandwich and fries. You didn’t have a fork for the little container of coleslaw, so you didn’t touch it. As Jen was tying your hands back up, you spoke again.

“I wasn’t trying to turn you two against each other. I know that never works. Sorry you’re in this situation though.”

Jen pulled your wrists closer and left with your garbage. 

It was a couple hours later, and the sun had fully set. Cold seeped into the large, empty building. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, you were exhausted. You’d given up trying to count the rafters when they finally disappeared in the dark. You rolled your neck while blowing a raspberry. Surely they’d know what to do with you, right?

Did Anthony really not plan anything besides taking you? He seemed incredibly volatile, switching emotions at the drop of a hat. Was this even the original plan to keep you this long?

A crash from the other room startles you. Screams follow the sound of gunshots and both Anthony and Jen run out of the room they’d been holed up in for hours. Behind them, melting out of the shadows and dust is Batman. You huff a disbelieving breath.

“Oh my god!”

Anthony stumbles to the ground and cowers under the wrath of the bat. Jen hovers above him, shooting venom with her glare. Batman stands there menacingly. Then you hear sirens and spotlights come flashing through the high windows. Police officers come flooding in, apprehending the kidnappers. Batman comes over to you, cutting your bonds. Tears finally spring into your eyes behind the cover of Batman’s chest.

“You came,” you whispered. Batman looks at you, and though he’s better at hiding his emotions in the mask, you see that fear in his eyes. The panic in those deep blue pools makes your heart twist.

“Nothing could’ve stopped me.”

Batman lifts you, one arm behind your knees and the other behind your back. He’s careful not to squish you too close to his chest. The two of you make your way outside, where so many police officers and news vans are surrounding the area. The crowd parts the way, and Batman walks through without looking at the masses surrounding him.

You’re deposited on the hood of Batman’s car. A paramedic comes over with a shock blanket. She introduces herself as Amy and does all the preliminary checks; eyes, ears, mouth, lungs. Her hands skim over your wrists. Once she’s satisfied, she advises Batman to stay by your side while getting the supplies she needs for treating your injuries. You admire the all-business mode that allows her to order Batman around. It’s funny.

“How did you find me?”

Batman takes hold of your wrist delicately, turning over the band of your bracelet. There, near the clasp, is a blinking light. 

“Tracker. Didn’t think it would be used so soon.”

You touched the light with a finger and gave Batman a raised brow.

“I’ll save the creep talk for later.”

Amy comes back and treats your ankles first. The rope burn isn’t as bad on them, but it’s not great. Batman takes your bracelet off your wrist to help the paramedic.

“If you need to talk to the police, Mr. Batman, I can handle this here. They’re in good hands with me,” Amy says without looking away from your injuries. Batman doesn’t move.

“He’s not hurting anybody, right? If he wants to stay, we can’t make him leave,” you said, wincing with a nasty sting. Amy sends you a sympathetic look and bandages your wrists.

“I suppose. But really, the police will want to speak with both of you for different reasons,” Amy muttered, getting back into her work zone.

“I’m not leaving their side.”

You’re safely back home the next day, Cinnamon cuddled into your lap as you recline in bed. Alfred is here, and while you weren’t expecting him in your own home, you’re glad to see him. He carries a tray of soup and tea on a tray. 

“I simply cannot believe they didn’t let you leave that police station until Master Bruce threatened something nasty. You’ve been up for almost 48 hours now.”

Alfred putters around, fixing your blankets and pulling Cinnamon away so you can eat in peace. How times have changed. Cinnamon had never let people touch him, and now he was curled contently in Alfred’s arms.

“I mean really. They interrogated you almost as if you were the criminal and not the victim.”

“I mean, I can understand why. They need all the information they can get.”

“I won’t have you speaking so highly of the police when they kept a kidnapping victim up for over 36 hours. Especially in your condition,” Alfred snipped.

Alfred’s hand skimmed over your bruised jaw. He’d brought in a new ice pack with the food and pressed it into your hand.

“How’s he doing?”

Alfred needed no elaboration on the ‘he.’ Bruce had stowed away in his cave just like last week. Something about being constantly vigilant. All you wanted was to hold Bruce in your arms and watch a movie or something. Or even just sleeping!

“He thinks that he’ll be able to see something that he hasn’t before. He’s also vetting a team of security guards for you.”

You hummed, taking the first pull of soup. It was only a broth, but chicken noodle soup always made your chest tighten with the familiarity of childhood.

“I want to pull him out of there, but I wouldn’t know what to say,” you say to your soup.

“He would do anything you asked. If he’s in a less obstructed part down there, I’ll have no issue reaching him on the phone. When he picks up, I’ll let you speak to him.”

Alfred seems almost as done with Bruce’s behavior as you were. Of course, he’d had to live with the guy his entire life, so while he was infinitely more understanding of his mood swings, he was also more eager for Bruce to return to the light, so to speak.

It’s only a few moments when Alfred comes back into the room. He’d excused himself while you were gulping down soup. You almost don’t want to put the soup down, but you do and answer.

“They want to talk to you, Bruce Thomas Wayne, and so help me, you will.”

You cover your mouth to stop a laugh coming out of you. God, that was so like the two of them. Some shuffling occurs, and the breathing on the other end shifts.

“Bruce?”

“Yeah.”

He sounds weary, more so than usual. You just want to cuddle him. 

“Come over to my place.”

“I can’t. I have-“

“I didn’t ask. I’m telling you. There’s no better way to ensure my safety than to be here with me,” you say, turning a bit for some privacy. “I miss you.”

Something crashes on the other side of the phone, and you laugh this time. 

“I’ll be over soon.”

“Come over now. I know you can drive yourself. Alfred made soup and I know he made more than just for me.”

When Bruce arrives, he’s damp from riding on his motorcycle in the drizzle outside. He crawls up your bed, socked feet lying on top of yours, hidden beneath your blanket. 

“What’s the soup,” Bruce asks, chin buried in a pillow beside you.

“That’s how your greet your significant other? It’s chicken noodle with just the broth,” you say, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend on the forehead. 

With Bruce by your side, you feel you can finally sleep now. You settled comfortably on his chest after draining the soup and tea and watching Bruce eat his own meal. 

“With how muscular you are, you’d think that your chest isn’t comfortable, but you’d be wrong.”

You slid one of your hands under Bruce’s t-shirt and felt as he tensed his stomach muscles for you. Stopping at his pec, you groped gently, whispering a soft ‘honk’ and laughing as Bruce squeezed you in a safe spot so as not to irritate your wounds.

“Good night, Bruce.”

“Good night.”

@lauftivy @shimmeringgrim

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #batman x reader #batman x you #battinson x reader #battinson fanfiction #the batman #the batman fanfic

[pagerunner-j]

Some TLOVM new-episode notes, under a cut 'cause there's some great stuff here and I, uh, went on for a bit:

Not gonna lie, I was halfway expecting the theme to The Neverending Story after that Falcor-looking fucker flew by.

Watching an animated version of something I watched happen in person in a live episode is a damn trip. I feel like I should be sitting in a movie theater on Pico all over again...

Grog all torn up over hurting Pike: *tinysob*

Put...the sword...down....Grog...

Okay, putting it down in a rock will do. More dramatic than a pocket dimension, anyway.

Percy, stop trying to sound like an expert and get on with flirting with grass.

Hey! Laura found her best friend from the next campaign! Convenient!

Honestly, I'm kinda liking how they're shifting things around with Grog. Having this fit in with his whole "where do you get your strength?" theme works.

Hi there, Billy! Nice to hear you here!

Arta -- ahem -- Garmelie drawing dicks? Fancy that.

Vax, you're cruising for a bruising here, and by that I mean my palm across your face. Chill.

Ashley and Sam going full country twang: bwahahaohdearhelpme.

(it works, though)

Pikey made the Scan-man bluuuuuush...

PokéTrinket!

...I think I read this in a fanfic once.

(istg it's fucking pollen they knew what they were doing)

Diplomacy in action! About time.

Well, the boys are talking again. That's good.

"We are all just prisoners of our own anxieties...." Keyleth wasn't wrong about that part, at least, before the rainbow vomiting started.

Sylens, stop being an arrogant jackass and start being useful--oh wait. Wrong narrative.

Ripley consorting with dragons: *chef's kiss*

Twin angst incoming!

--

Syngorn is indeed pretty AF.

You don't want to tango with pixies, indeed. You might, on the other hand, want to steal their furniture for your dollhouse. *side-eyes Percy*

(yes, that was an actual thing that actually canonically happened in the campaign)

(I will love it forever)

Heh, I've heard THOSE lines before. Wink wink nudge nudge. Little sudden in this context, but I certainly can't complain that they're here.

can't complain at all

nope not me

VELORAAAA

Velora's owlbeaaaaar

Velora so cute

Troy sure does do a good job at playing a pretentious ass.

(cough)

Wilhand!!

And there we go with the namedrop. This time it pretty much worked.

stop giving Vex's character moments to Vax challenge 2k23

We're about a handsbreadth here from Miracle Max and honestly I can't really be mad about that part.

"You'll need to amend one name, though."

Watching that happen in person was so fucking satisfying, I'm not going to lie.

All right, I have notes here and there about how they're adapting this, mostly just because it's having to happen too quickly for all of it to land (the eps are short, what are you gonna do), but I love this conversation between Percy and Vex. They finally got to work in Percy making things for her, too!

"I gotta stimulate myself? Okay..." "Back it up." Sporfle.

Nice frog-to-not-quite-a-frog transition there. (Ribbit.)

Saundor, you creepy fuck. HANDS OFF OUR GIRL.

"Sweet, broken Vex'ahlia." I love that line and hate it in equal measure, and I want her to shoot him in the fucking faaaaaaaaace.

Hey, THERE'S that line I wanted her to yell at her father! Slightly different context here, but hey, I'll take it.

"My heart is someone else's." <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"How do you fight a tree?" With FIRE. Seriously, this was one of Keyleth's coolest moments and best strategic decisions in the campaign, and I love that they're going for it.

"Twig dick." I say again: sporfle.

Okay, they're making this fight look absolutely badass.

SHE'S USING

PERCY'S

ARROWHEAD

see, this is how you do it

Stubby

Garmelie Artie, you little fuck.

(The traveler, hmmmm?)

(And thank god that was Matt. I mean, who ELSE could you cast?)

KILL BOX INCOMING

--

So the herd is fucking terrifying. Appropriately. But dang, this got grim in a HURRY.

Mythcarver has been so much more useful in this show than in the campaign that it's kind of hilarious.

One thing I love about this episode: Grog has, legendarily, an intelligence of six, but it's easy for the animated version of him to slip into all-doofus-all-the-time mode in the way the campaign never did -- in part because Travis is clearly so damn smart and you have him out of character as part of the picture. So it's nice giving Grog more depth here to do its part in balancing things out.

Pikelan cuteness: <3

Grog backstory! Grog and the gnomes! <3

KAYLIE

I wouldn't flirt if I were you, Scanlan

I mean: I really, really wouldn't

for reasons

Grog saving Wilhand is everything I hoped for.

In a word: ouch.

Dark-haired Pike! <3

I want to hug them both, okay? They deserve hugs.

....Scanlan, please, hit the brakes before you hurt yourself.

Good to see some tabaxi out and about in the world! Now please save the wee one.

"I swear, I know that voice!" Iiiiindeed.

Kevdak, you're an asshole, and you'd be nothing without your magic toys, and you know it.

"Your armor's not exactly the quietest." Oh, Pikey. Never the stealthiest, are we.

Scanlan, I'm not gonna say this again. COOL YOUR JETS.

Nice magic tricks, though.

saaaave the kiiiitttyyyyyyy

you're not doing this on your own and we all know it so listen to Pike okay

...all right, save the KILL BOX INCOMING for next week, but we're well on our way!

#critical role #tlovm #tlovm spoilers

[mrsluthordanvers]

Hi! Potentially weird question! I want to cut my hair about your length but I'm bad at engaging with hair stylists (I've never been able to find a queer stylist and every straight woman who I ask to cut my hair short is like, "oh but don't you want to keep it long enough to pull it back?") and I never know how to specify what I want. If you don't mind, what do you usually ask for when you get your hair cut? Thank you!!!

Not a weird question at all!!

I'm pretty chill about my hair but I have had similar struggles! This current cut has grown out a few inches so keep that in mind! but I went to someone completely new for this cut. A friend suggested a salon they knew was pretty queer friendly. And for the first time ever I went to a man.

I went in with a variety of pictures I saved on pinterest. All men, with similar lengths of hair. All with a very beachy style of hair. I told the stylist that I wanted something with a very gender neutral look to it. I'm not gonna lie, this didn't go super well at first. He basically told me haircuts have no gender. And like while I agree, I was also frustrated. We ended up talking it out. He was honest and said a lot of the cuts I picked looked gender neutral bc they are on men but would likely look feminine on me. I was honest and said that I wanted a hair cut that would give me more gender neutral/masculine vibes more than I wanted him to give me the exact cut that was in the picture. He played with my hair a bit and pitched an idea. When he told me the length I flat out said, you can go shorter I am not attached to my length

I think the thing that worked the best for me is that I went in with references and was VERY clear that the end result that I wanted was something flexible, messy, and would not highlight my more feminine features. And that meeting that end result was more important than giving me a cut that looked like a picture.

After going to stylists on a whim and getting frustrated with the end resukt, I now look them up beforehand. A lot of stylists will have a profile on their salon website that will highlight their favourite cuts to do. I steer away from stylists that list longer cuts. Look for the stylists that like cutting mens hair, or pixies or short styles. In my experience they are less likely to question your desire to lose your length!! (Sometimes they will also post their cuts on Instagram and you can use those for references too)

In this case, I actually let the salon choose the stylist for me. When I called to make an appointment I told them the style I was going for and that I have THICK, and wavy hair. And they immediately knew what stylist had the strengths to play to this

I find talking to hair stylists to be very hard. The most recent was probably the most difficult for me, but he was also the most honest and the best stylist I think I've seen and I will definitely see him again. Honestly I think being a first time client and giving him so much flexibility also made him as nervous as I was!! But so worth it!!

#i hope theres some helpful advice in here anon #and you find a stylist that will give you the short cut of your dreams #anyway

[neonthewrite]

Food and Monsters: The Masterpost

Food and Monsters is a name for my fanfiction series for the CW show Supernatural, and based on the AU created by @nightmares06, Brothers Apart (@brothersapart). These stories center around Oscar, a timid little borrower who has had a run in with the Winchesters and finds himself becoming something of an honorary hunter himself, despite a strong desire to avoid adventure in general. Supernatural belongs to CW and Brothers Apart belongs to nightmares06. Oscar belongs to me.

Summaries of each installment in the AU can be found below the cut, as well as links to the chapters themselves.

Pizza and Hexbags

Dean and his tiny brother Sam are having trouble solving a case involving several missing children. Little do they know, another tiny person like Sam has been keeping an eye on them, curious about the strange pair.

The first in the series, when I wasn't even sure it would be a series. Still had some things to iron out at this point, but this was the birth of Oscar, a very dear OC.

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Salads and Sulfur

Oscar is back in his role as a witness to supernatural shenanigans. This time, he knows who he needs to call, so he gets the Winchester brothers on the phone to let them know he's found them a case.

Things are heating up for the little guy, and he really shows how much braver he is than he would have anyone believe.

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Popcorn and No Monsters (Interlude)

Oscar is a lot braver than he looks. He's helped Sam and Dean Winchester, a pair of hunters that draw trouble like a magnet, on two of their cases fighting against the things that go bump in the night. Despite this, he doesn't think he's a very remarkable little guy. It comes as a big surprise when his friends turn up back at his motel without a case drawing them there.

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Burgers and Pixie Dust

Oscar returns once again with a new case for the Winchesters. This time, there's more small folk for Dean to look out for, as a new friend shows up late at night to knock on Oscar's door.

This time the fae are about, something I couldn't really resist tossing into the AU.

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Chow Mein and Graveyards

The Winchesters have convinced Oscar to move to a much safer home. Bobby Singer welcomes the newest resident of his house, and the pair will have to take some time to get used to each other. A nice, low-stress adventure for Oz after all his hard work.

Big shift for little Oscar! Moved him to Bobby's after he earned a respite from making it on his own for so long.

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Ice Cream and Silver Bullets

Oscar is mostly settled in his new home at Bobby Singer's house. His secret didn't last, however, and now the Winchesters have to race to his aid before another hunter acts too hastily and deems Oscar just another monster.

It was only a matter of time before hunters became the Monster part of Food and Monsters.

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Bacon and Cold Chills

After a series of rapid fire adventures in the Brothers Apart timeline, we shift back to Oscar, the tiny but brave friend of the Winchesters as he catches up on what they've been through. He faces a challenge of his own as more people move into his home. He will have to be reminded, once again, of his bravery in the face of everything he's dealt with before.

In which the real monster is social anxiety.

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#food and monsters #oscar #oscar the oc #masterpost #g/t #g/t ocs #g/t fanfiction #g/t adventure #brothers apart #sam winchester #dean winchester #bobby singer