#the pigmentation of his eyes is very much affected here if you look at his eyes vs omega's.

[k-hotchoisan]

hi!! can i request a toxic “you were made for me” or “they’re trying to take you from me” smut with san? 🫦 head spinning knees bucking — also ur work is so amazing!! 🫶🏻

Oooooo okay this might be a little fun ✨

I usually don’t write toxic male leads but I’ve been a bit into the Saltburn rabbit hole, so Oliver has sort of activated a little obsession in me 🥳

Don’t worry, this work won’t contain too much weirdness I promise 😛

Enjoy. ❤️

angelholic

<san x fem!reader>

Synopsis: Well, if you haven’t realised it yet, then he’ll make you realise it soon enough.

Genres/warnings: smut, possessive/obsessed/calculating! San x clueless! Reader, jealousy, unprotected sex, it gets slightly rough, choking, pet name—“bunny”, dacryphilia, cream pies, corruption kink

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia

You watch as San fits on his black Angel wings over his half-assed costume, if you could even call it that. He’s just dressed in a white tank and black slacks, and in his own words “couldn’t be bothered”. You pout to yourself, thinking how lucky he is to have such a strong face card that he looked good in almost everything he puts on.

“Come here, bunny”, he gestures, once he fits the wings slightly better onto his back. You walk up to him, in your pretty little dress, ready for the mid summer party one of your friends has invited the both of you to. He pulls out a nice shade of pink lipstick in your collection, then his fingers graze your jaw gently before he tilts your chin upwards, unscrewing the cap with the tube in his mouth and swiping the wand onto your lips to transfer the pigment. Your heart races when he does that effortlessly, just like the way you met him for the first time at your campus library—trying to reach out for a book, and you felt his body heat radiating through the cold air conditioning, as he tilts the spine of the book and has it drop onto his big hands, before he hands it to you. He has that same look as he tells you to press your lips to transfer the pigment to your upper lips.

Now all you’re doing is staring at his lips, thinking to waste his efforts to smudge it his lips, his cock, whatever.

San has always been an attentive (and attractive) partner—it’s as if he’s always just a stone throw away from you, ensuring all your needs are met, showering you with endless affections. You couldn’t ask for anything better.

But throughout the relationship, you realise something—he’s clingy. Very clingy. Often times he would have his hands all over you if he could, as if it would be the very last time he would see you—his hands clasped around your waist, or arm, chest, wherever, before he suffocates you with kisses which inevitably most of the time ending up with his cock drilled in you. You find it nothing short of endearing though, even his best friends tell you that’s just the way San is.

When the both of you reach the huge mansion, you gawk at the size of the estate. San chuckles at the way your eyes widen, planting a soft kiss on your temple before he leads you by your hand to enter the mansion.

Upon entering, you scan the crowded hallway which contained a mix of both familiar and unfamiliar people, your grip tightening against San’s arm. Pricks of irritation bite San as he notices the amount of eyes on you, which he assumes that it could be due to the short summer dress you’re wearing.

He spots Mingi in the crowd and he approaches him. When Mingi notices the both of you, he whistles in approval.

“Damn, aren’t both of you stealing the show”, he teases after giving San a hug. San laughs in reply, entertaining Mingi.

“This reminds me of when the both of you got close after summer party Wooyoung threw”, Mingi reminisces as he takes a sip of his cup.

“Right. San was so out of it when I found him outside alone”, you giggled as San pouts at you.

“You definitely caught him at a funny time—pissed drunk and all”, Mingi teases as he takes a playful punch to the arm.

“Okay, listen, I like to pretend that I can take my alcohol alright? Not to mention, we already had met by then. We just got to know each other better”, San emphasises, pulling your waist closer to him as he nuzzles into your neck, making you squeal and Mingi roll his eyes.

You listen to their conversation, despite your wandering eyes. You eyes land on a classmate, and you tap San’s arm to get his attention. He immediately pauses and turns to you.

“Babe, I’ll catch up with you in a bit. I’m gonna say hi to my friends,” you say. San has a doubtful expression, but he nods and lets you slip away, turning back to Mingi and getting engrossed in conversation once again.

Ten minutes go by. Then twenty. The pricks San feels start to bother him, and he starts to wonder what’s taking you so long. His eyes drift across the room, in search of his partner.

His eyes land on you, giggling with a mixed gendered group of friends with a drink in your hand. Yunho has come by and has Mingi’s attention, so San excuses himself to walk over to you. His gaze pierces into you, as he watches the other male before you touch your shoulder as he laughs, and you entertain him, not bothering to swipe his hand away. San takes a sharp inhale, pushing past the people that crowded the area, drawing gazes by his sharp features.

You jump slightly when you feel a large arm curl around your waist. “Hey babe”, San whispers, planting a soft kiss on your temple before eyeing down the male individuals that stood before you.

“Are these your friends from your classes?”, San asks, giving them a nod with a bright smile plastered on his face. San has seen them before, around you, much to his dismay when he was sending you to your classes during your semesters, but he never bothered to get to know them.

“Yeah”, you reply, and you introduce them one by one to your boyfriend, with San extending his arm out with a smile, shaking each and every one of them, keeping their names in mind.

“So you’re the one dude who swept her off her feet by sharing an umbrella with her”, your male friend teases. You laugh in response, your hand covering your mouth as you do. San raises an eyebrow.

“Definitely sounds like fate—her umbrella breaking out of all days and suddenly San comes in to the rescue”, a female friend points out, chuckling as she sips on her drink. “That’s some k-drama type of bullshit. What’s your secret?”

“No clue. I think he probably fell from the sky or something”, you reply.

“You definitely caught some gazes when you were waltzing in with y/n, too”, another one chimes in, eyeing your partner. You roll your eyes playfully as you feel San squeeze your waist playfully.

“Then again, y/n had her fair share of stolen glances when she walked in too”, another male friend adds, admiring your dress, which has San clearing his throat in slight irritation. He stares daggers at your naive peer, who doesn’t seem to get the hint.

San is scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, while you’re seating on top of him being entertained by your friends. Your peers notice the way his arm never leaves your body, but obviously don’t realise how he’s subconsciously eavesdropping your messy conversations.

Between the playful banters and sneer remarks, his irritation continues to rise every time he hears you giggle at a male friend’s lame joke. San thinks to himself that said friend should shut up instead of running his mouth like that. San’s jokes would definitely make you laugh harder—no fuck that—he doesn’t even need to make an effort to make you giggle, and he scoffs at the thought, while hugging you tighter to his body.

A little later, he’s getting restless, and he shifts slightly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Gonna take more drinks bunny. Wait for me here. Do you want anything?” You shake your head, standing up to let him go and he walks off.

“Fuck. He’s really such a catch”, your friend reiterates, giggling playfully behind her palm.

“He’s pretty clingy, don’t you think?” Another adds in, and you glance over at San’s tall and big frame, caught up with talking with Wooyoung.

You turn back to your friend. “Really? I know his friends told me before but I think that’s just part of his charm, it’s kind of cute.” Your friend only shrugs in response. You pause and think about it. San has never shown you any side of jealousy or anything. Most of the time he ends up kissing your shoulders with his hands around your waist—a habit you’re basically used to at this point.

What you don’t realise is the way San casting you side glances, his grip tightening against his cup as he watches your friends pull you closer to them, their hands feeling your bare arms up and one of your male friend even leaning in to whisper something in your ear, making your eyes widen as you hit them on the arm, how their knees are bumping a little too much onto yours.

“-San”, Wooyoung’s voice snaps his attention back. San glances at Wooyoung, who has a concerned look on his face. “You seem distracted. You okay?”

San only shrugs it off with a laugh. “Yeah. Just didn’t realise how close she is with those bunch of people”, he replies, his mind now wandering how to just remove you from the irritating friend group holding you hostage.

“That’s good, isn’t it? At least you don’t have to stay by her side for the most part. They seem nice.”

San cocks an eyebrow. “Oh do they? I feel like they’ve been kind of hogging her a little too much tonight”, he says, keeping his tone neutral, despite the obvious tint of venom that hides in his words.

Wooyoung seems to pick it up a little, but he doesn’t push nor question further, settled on observing San’s body language. He’s always known San to be a pretty generous person—giving more than taking, and that’s how he has been during the course of the relationship with you ever since.

At least, that’s what Wooyoung and the rest of his friend group had observed. He lets the thought go as he watches his best friend leave to claim you once more, before Hongjoong comes by to pull him out of his thoughts.

San is seeing red. He sees red the moment your male friend has his hand slapping on your leg as he leans forward, laughing along with you. His drink is dumped haphazardly into the sink as he storms over to you.

The only person that should make you laugh and swoon like that is him. The only person that should be touching you is him. The only person you should be giving attention to is him.

The group’s laughter fades as San’s frame looms over you. You glance up at him, and he looks like Angel with those wings and the chandelier lights casting down on him. You are almost enchanted.

San plasters a smile, with nothing sweet behind it as his fingers curl around your wrist, before he pulls you out of the chair. You cast your partner a confused glance before he drags you away with him. You turn back, mirroring the confused expressions your friends hold, only able to cast an apologetic look before you’re attention is back on San, who’s fingers are now interlocked with yours as he leads you up the stairs to the second floor.

He reaches to a random door, knocks before he simply pushes the door open without much thought, and has you splayed on the bed in seconds. You’re still in a state of confusion, your dress hiked up to your thighs.

“San, wha-“ he barely lets you finish your sentence before he cups your mouth, and the sinister glint in his eyes never falter. He looks at you with lust and something else that you cannot quite pinpoint. But in seconds, under his strong gaze, you feel yourself turning into putty in his hands, eyes darting desperately from his eyes to his mouth to his eyes again.

“Bunny”, his voice sounding like honey, although his next words are nothing but. “Don’t you think you forgot about me?”

You blink at his words, still trying to make sense of it. “N-no. Weren’t you behind me most of the time?” You start, squeezing your thighs at the way he’s staring down at you. You’ve never seen him look like this before.

“Feels like you did”, he feigns a pout, however the emotion devoid from his eyes. “Looked like you were having so much fun without me there-“

He crawls onto the bed, inching towards you, and you pull backwards, your heart pounding in your chest. Your words are trapped in your throat, your brain unable to formulate a response when San is staring you down like that.

“-giggling, letting your friends touch you up like that”, he spits. You cannot tell if he’s angry, because you see his erection pressing against the fabric of his slacks, which he pays no attention to.

“Don’t you feel back for neglecting me?” He asks, his glare now holding a tint of melancholy. He looks almost pleading. But you still shift backwards as he continues to trap you on the bed, crawling forward until he has you completely under him.

He suddenly stops. Then lowers himself to the flare of your sun dress, scrunching the fabric up past your thighs, revealing your soaked panties, the colour matching your dress. He glances back up at you to meet your gaze.

“I think you need a reminder who you belong to”, he mutters, loud enough for you to hear, tugging the waist band of your panties, and leaving it somewhere on the bed.

“Look at you. Haven’t done anything, yet you’ve soaked your pretty panties. Naughty.”

That does nothing but let a fresh coat of slick paint your pussy after spitting it out.

“San…” you pant, your fingers trembling as he pushes your dress up further, high enough for his lips to meet your pussy but low enough that you can’t see him right there.

You gasp when his tongue presses against your wet cunt. And the real hell starts when the begins flicking his tongue against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves over and over again, ignoring your cries to stop, if not, only going faster, holding your thighs open while he laps up all of your juices.

Your mind is completely blown as your cunt continues to build from the pleasure from San’s tongue. Your hands fly to tangle into San’s locks. There’s something so perverted about having your lover dressed up as an angel, lapping your pussy up like a starved individual, under your dress. It only drives you further to the edge.

Your orgasm is just dangling from you, building and building. Your breath heavy and shallow, whines and whimpers in begs for your partner to let you release.

Then a choked sob when he leaves you high and dry, your cunt so wet and pathetic now that the section beneath you is starting to stain with your arousal, your orgasm completely ripped from you.

“Baby. Please…”, you beg, your cunt wildly convulsing, begging for release that’s just trapped at the edge.

“Are you gonna behave for me, Bunny?” San simply asks, towering over you as he licks your arousal that coated his lips.

You nod, your thighs and arms twitching every few seconds, as you attempt to regulate your breathing.

Which all becomes completely useless when he plunges two fingers into your cunt so easily, and your thighs twitch from the overstimulation despite the lack of orgasm, a sobbed moan cracking from your lips as your eyes roll back. His fingers always stuffed you so full. Not enough, you think in your filthy head. Not enough.

“Answer me, bunny.” San hisses, intentionally missing the spongy spot he knows would break you in an instant.

You’re close to tears, forcing yourself to look up at the male with the angel wings before you.

“Yes. I’ll behave, Sannie”, you whimper.

San’s glaze softens slightly as he aims at your pretty little sensitive spot, his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time.

“That’s my good girl. Do you think you deserve to cum?” He asks, stroking your jaw, watching your expression completely fall apart as he teases you poor cunt with inconsistent rubs and fucks, and you’re back to the frustration.

“Please let me. I’ll let you do anything to me, please. I wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad”, you’re begging again, your fingers pressing against his arm, almost clawing at him. That seems to satisfy him for now, since he fucks your g-spot over and over with his fingers while making sure your clit doesn’t get neglected, and you’re crying as the knot in your stomach completely snaps, squirting and creaming all over your dress and the bedsheets beneath you as San ensures you ride your orgasm as long as you could. Your moans become sobs, you swear someone can hear you, but at that point, you were to blissed out in pleasure to care.

This has never happened in your relationship before.

You watch him with hooded lids as he slides his slacks off, leaving his cock to spring out proudly, angry and red.

San shifts and then has his cock right at your face. His fingers slide into your hair, grabbing a handful of it.

“Suck.”

There’s something sinful about getting your face fucked by San in Angel wings, which you cannot deny was turning you on so much that you’re growing dizzy, especially at the way he’s tugging your hair and stuffing your throat full of his cock. Your muffled moans as you try to accommodate his length only fails as you gag, the pool of precum and spit leaking past the corner of your lips and staining more of your dress.

San pulls out from your mouth. He’s not interested in cumming down your throat tonight. His cock is now even harder, covered in your spit and his precum.

He yanks your dress off, leaving you completely bare for him.

“Such a pretty view. My pretty bunny.” He admires your nudity before him, latching his tongue onto your collar bone, trailing down to your tits, as he gives both a nice suck and lets hickeys bloom all over chest and neck, leaving you shaking and whimpering in his wake.

He swiftly shifts positions, and you’re straddling his lap, as his fingers on your jaw pull you towards him, and he feels you melt into the passionate kiss. He drags his cock against your bare ass and back, and you whimper, wanting him to just fill you up right now.

“Need you to fuck me now. Can’t take it anymore”, you whimper, trying to slide his cock into your hole, but San holds your thighs still.

“You said you’d behave for me, right bunny?” San reminds you again, and you nod frantically.

He pulls you into a hug, letting your body weight press onto him as he angles his cock to your hole, pushing his girthy length in, letting your cries play in his ear as he stretches you out.

“Oh, bunny. Can’t you see that I’m made for you? Made to fuck this pretty little tight hole of yours”, San hums in your ear as he lifts you, watching your eyes completely roll back as his cock completely sinks in you. His fingers run along your thighs as he feels them twitch, before he looks back up at you.

He doesn’t need to say anything—you’re moving on your own, grinding, then bouncing on his cock, San’s pretty face contorting as you fuck his cock, and your mind completely blank as you let him fuck your insides. More cream starts forming on his cock as you lift your hips, only to slam down once more to engulf your pretty boy’s cock.

“You’re mine, bunny. No one can make you feel this good. No one can fuck you this good”, his voice barely processing in your head, not when he has his cock completely buried inside you, obliterating any ounce of rational thought left in you. You feel yourself clench around him, and a low groan emits from the male beneath you. He knows you’re close.

Yes. He’s right. You’re his, and only his. It fucks you up that no one is gonna make you feel this good. No one is gonna fuck your hole as perfectly as San. No one’s cock is as good as his.

San knows he’s ruined you for anyone else, and he hides that satisfaction with another thrust into your abused cunt, drawing out more broken moans from you.

“Gonna cum again…” you sob, your pussy fluttering once more as you let yourself go all over San’s cock. He only encourages you to keep going—to keep sucking him in as you continue to fall apart. It’s only seconds more before his high pitched moans follow, then warm cum filling you up all the way. You’re crying his name over and over, and San has his hands cupping your cheek, wiping your tears.

But he’s not done with you yet.

He gingerly carries you off him, watching your eyes widen as his cock pulls out of you, with San’s cum dribbling out of your pathetic hole. Your head hits the pillow and you relax a little, barely a few seconds before San slides his cock back into you from behind, displacing more of his cum with dirty wet squelches.

“You’re still so fucking tight even after letting me cum so much inside of you”, you feel him smirk at your ear. “Do you want another load, bunny?”

“More, please. I’ve been so good. I can take another”, you beg, so fucking out of it by then, so fucking cockdrunk. He has both his arms around you—one holding your hands back, the other curling around your neck, pretty much choking you out while he drives his cock in and out of you, watching you completely go dumb as the words that leave your mouth are complete incoherent moans. But he knows you feel so good.

“Such a good bunny. That’s my pretty girl”, San’s voice buzzes in your ear. Your third orgasm comes without much of a warning—like fireworks that burst beneath your eyelids, your vision blurring from the mind blowing pleasure. You’re pathetic—jerking helplessly as your orgasm overwhelms you on top of the overstimulation, creaming uncontrollably around San’s pulsing cock.

“Here’s your load, bunny. All for you”, San hums, his hips drilling into you mercilessly before he stills into you, his second load filling you up once more, his moans at your ear making your thighs tremble. It’s so much, but you hear yourself begging for him to just unload it all in you.

You don’t fucking understand how he’s able to release another full load into your tight pussy for the second time, but fuck, there’s no point thinking right now, not when your body is just buzzing from your high, and when he just bred you two fucking loads full.

Your strength dissipates, but you still find it in you to turn to face him, after he pulls out, letting the thick stream of cum dirty your inner thighs, to nuzzle against his chest as he draws gentle circles on your back with his warm fingertips.

His lips press gently onto the side of your head as he soothes your thighs, making sure you’re leaning into him as you attempt to fight the sleep.

The moment Choi San laid his eyes on you, it made something tick in him. He’s never felt this way before, and the more he finds himself thinking about you, the more he craves your presence, especially when you run over to his friend group—apparently you met Wooyoung first, and when you greet him with a bright smile, he feels his mind shut off.

And that was why he orchestrated his coincidental meet ups with you.

All of it.

He asked the librarian about you, and despite the fact she vaguely tells him that she doesn’t remember how you look like, the offhanded comment about who she thinks is you coming by from 2pm onwards on most Tuesdays was enough information to conjure an encounter with you.

He finds out the book you’re looking for, and shifts it at a higher section of the shelf, then swooping in to retrieve it for you when you’re evidently struggling to get it yourself. That already helps to plant something in your head, especially as a first meeting.

The party Wooyoung organised was a blast, even though you didn’t know everyone else there. You had left your group of acquaintances for some fresh air, and spotted a particular male hiccuping against the swing, away from the main party. Upon closer examination, it was indeed the male who had helped you with retrieving the book you wanted. His face is completely flushed, his fingers barely holding onto the beer can.

He seemed to notice your presence, his gaze locking onto yours.

“San, right?” You ask. San tilts his head.

“Who’s asking?”

You stifle a giggle.

“Me. I was just making sure.”

He returns a pretty tipsy smile. “Right. You’re y/n, aren’t you?” You nod in reply.

“No one’s sitting here. Don’t be shy”, he gestures. “The fresh air feels nice.”

“Are you drunk, San?” You ask, soaking in the redness of his face, how eyes are shutting slightly. Despite all that, he still looks dashing.

“Maybe? I don’t know. I can take at least three more shots, I swear”, he proclaims to no one in particular. It makes you laugh. San stares at you with a pout. You let your smile linger a little more, and decide to entertain his drunken shenanigans deep into the night as you take sips of your own drink, your knees bumping onto his from time to time. At one point, his head leans onto your shoulder, his face almost nuzzling into your neck in his drunken stupor, talking about the conspiracy theories he was adamant in believing, making you laugh and refute him despite the way he’s turning you more redder than he is.

As he inhales your intoxicating scent, his eyes are wide open, sober since the beginning you found him.

On another day, when he reads through the weather forecast stating that it’d shower through the day, he watches you leave your seat at the library to the washroom, before he walks over and rummages through your bag, snagging your umbrella, and breaking it before he drops it back into your bag, zipping it before he continues to lurk around the bookshelves.

Sure enough, it pours. He watches you hastily pull out your umbrella, only for it to snap and fall apart, and the sheer panic that floods your expression.

He would walk up beside you, pulling his umbrella open, before your eyes meet his.

“Hey, it’s you again”, he’d gleefully say. “You alright?” His eyes are inquisitive, as he stares at you struggle with your broken umbrella.

“Ah, San!” You greet quickly. “Yeah, I think my umbrella’s broken.…and it’s pouring so much too.”

“You wanna share? This umbrella’s big enough for the both of us”, he suggests, watching in amusement as you blink.

“I can’t possibly do that… I’m going back to the dorms”, you reply with furrowed eyebrows in guilt for troubling him.

“Great, I need to make a short trip to the convenience store nearby. It’s not a hassle, I promise”, he assures with a smile. “And this for that night. For accompanying me.”

Your cheeks flush, and you nod, walking under his umbrella with him. Through the walk, he asks about you, his arm around you to prevent you from getting drenched. You insist to repay him back, and he playfully asks for your number so you can treat him to a cup of coffee on another day

One thing led to another—it started with the random texts and plans to meet outside, which gradually turned more affectionate.

Soon, he had his lips pressed onto yours one night when the tension between the both of you snapped as he sheepishly tells you that he likes you on a windy autumn evening.

But of course, his obsession only grows. Now, he just needs to make sure he gets rid of people who get in between the both of you.

Well, he doesn’t need you to know all that, not when he already has you all for himself.

San looks down at you, heaving softly against his bare chest, curled up against him. His hand absentmindedly stroking your hair, his eyes trailing the trail of bites he had littered all over your neck, shoulder, and tits.

You’re his, his, his.

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[justablah56]

May I request "Do that again, please" for Terry/Nicky/Sparrow? With potentially also "Your lips are all stained" as well? (Yes this is me giving you an excuse to be very self-indulgent because it's delightful to see)

ahh this was literally so much fun to write , thank you for the excuse to write the most self indulgent fic I have ever written <3333

ao3 link here :]

The three of them were sitting on the couch, or rather, two of them were sitting on the couch. Nicky was sitting in Sparrow's lap while Sparrow and Terry sat on the couch.

Nicky sat facing Sparrow, legs straddling hers and his head resting on her chest. Sparrow had one arm resting on his lower back and the other running fingers through his hair while Terry sat beside his girlfriend, one of his arms draped across her shoulders as he looked fondly at his partners.

God, he loved them. How the universe had decided to bless Terry with not just one but two absolutely breathtaking partners was a mystery to him, but not one he would question. He didn't know how long it would last, but for now he was fully content to just exist with the two of them in this moment, doing absolutely nothing together.

Well, that is, until Sparrow decided they were doing something.

Sparrow made her I have an idea face and looked quickly at Terry before grinning and looking back to the mostly asleep Nicky in her arms.

Terry watched fondly as Sparrow used the hand in Nicky's hair to guide his face up to hers and as Nicky began to mumble something (probably about being woken up), Sparrow moved her hand from his hair to his jaw and kissed him squarely on his lips.

Nicky's eyes went wide for a moment before he hummed softly and completely melted into Sparrows arms as she kissed him.

They were absolutely beautiful together, Terry treasured every moment like this, the two of them absolutely enraptured with each other. It felt important. He knew he loved them, he also knew they loved each other, so if he could see the care and affection Nicky and Sparrow had for each other, he could only imagine the same was directed at him. That he was loved just as strongly.

Terry was broken out of his thoughts when Nicky was pulled back from Sparrow's lips by her hand at the back of his head again and Terry felt affection swell in his chest at the sight of them both.

Nicky was staring at Sparrow with his eyes blown wide, face flushed and breathing heavily as his tail flicked excitedly from side to side. There was a hint of the lipgloss Sparrow was wearing on the skin around his mouth.

Sparrow was in a similar state, her lipstick beginning to smudge and she had a knowing yet soft smirk on her face as she stared back at their boyfriend.

"Do that again, please," Nicky whined, leaning his forehead against Sparrow's.

"Of course, Doll," Sparrow said, grinning at Nicky as she pulled him back into another kiss.

Beautiful.

Nicky sighed into Sparrow as they continued for another moment before Nicky pulled himself back, panting heavily with head still leaned against Sparrow's, her lipgloss now evident against his skin.

The sight served only to heighten the love and affection swirling in Terry's chest and suddenly he couldn't hold himself back any longer. Terry brought his free hand up to replace Sparrow's on Nicky's jaw. Sparrow clearly caught the message and easily brought her hand down, leaning away from Nick and allowing Terry to turn Nick's face towards his.

Nicky's eyes softened and he giggled as he looked up at Terry, "Hi,"

Terry swiped his thumb across Nicky's lip and the soft pink pigment that sat there.

"Your lips are all stained," Terry said softly, and watched as Nicky's blush darkened a shade and his mouth opened, probably to make some sort of comment, but Terry pulled him into a kiss before he could make it.

Nicky made a quiet noise of surprise against Terry's mouth but was quick to kiss back, putting one hand on Terry's shoulder and Terry felt his tail wrap around his calf.

Terry would never tire of this, the entire world reducing down to just the feeling of his partners surrounding him. Though perhaps "reduced" was incorrect, it wasn't like the world seemed smaller. It was more like… he was shutting out everything that wasn't his world.

Christ that was sappy.

Eventually they did pull away from each other, and Terry was certain at least some of the lipgloss had transferred to his own lips, but he didn't particularly care. He simply cared about the dazed look on Nicky's face. The hungry look on Sparrow's as she watched them. Nicky's tail wrapped securely around his leg. Sparrow's hand that had reached up to grab Terry's around her shoulders. Just… them.

Terry leaned over to press a kiss to Sparrow's head, "I love you," he ran his hand through Nicky's hair, "Both of you."

Nick nuzzled his face into Terry's shoulder, "Love you too,"

Sparrow smiled at Terry, "Yeah, love you three," she said, pressing her own kiss to Terry's lips.

#my art #art meme #literally obsessed with this throuple made up of 3 rarepairs #if anyone wants to know abt them ...... hmu ..... #anyways #i love them #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #terrow #terrick #lovesong #terry jr #terry stampler #terry jr stampler #sparrow oak garcia #nicky close foster #nick close #nicholas foster

[sithstrings]

a little blurb of my oc and tech talking about Phee and life in general.

Its also on ao3 here

Hope y'all enjoy :)

            Auren joined her squad in Cid’s office, tuning out most of what they were saying. Whatever mission Cid would send them on Tech would brief her on all the details over. However, when she stepped inside Cid’s office, another woman was in there as well. 

            “Well, well, well. The space lugs decided to finally show up,” Cid complained.

            “Better late than dead, I always say,” the woman added. Her features were rich, and her clothing seemed that of someone who was on the go. Very practical. 

            “And who are you?” Hunter asked.

            “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asked in return. “So, this is the top team you’ve been talking about? The rogue clones on the run from the Empire, huh? How juicy.”

            “You told her?” Hunter spoke up.

            “Don’t get twitchy,” Cid defended, in an unthreatened tone. “Phee’s a friend. She’s the most trustworthy pirate I know.”             “Is that supposed to be comforting?” Hunter asked.             “A bit of a paradox, huh?” Auren whispered to Tech, who wasn’t paying attention. 

“Aren’t clones supposed to look alike? So much for quality control,” Phee scoffed. Pointing to each of them she noted “This one’s too big. This one’s too small. This one doesn’t even look like a clone. This one’s got a face tattoo. Yeah, real subtle.”

            Auren knew that all too well. She wasn’t a clone like they were, after all. Genetically, she was completely different. Auren noticed Phee’s expression shift to one of interest, as she looked to Tech, who was sort of hidden behind Wrecker.

            “Oh, hey now,” she smiled, “Got a name, brown eyes?”

            “Tech. However, the phenotypic eye color for all clones is brown. Iris pigmentation was not affected by our mutat-“

            “Well, as fascinating as this has been,” Phee cut him off, “I have places to be.” And like that, she promptly left. 

            Auren shared a look with Echo, who caught that interaction too. She put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. But then a sad thought entered her mind. 

            Crosshair would’ve never lived it down had he seen a woman flirt with his brother like that. 

            Auren had always noticed, during the war, that Crosshair and Tech had a sort of unspoken bond. Crosshair was the one who observed what Tech would do at the computer, and in some instances could replicate it himself. Similarly, it was undeniable that Tech was a pretty good shot. Crosshair would never miss an opportunity to make a playful jab at his brothers, but Tech got the least of it. They seemed to understand that they both expressed their feelings quite differently from each other. Tech was the first to acknowledge that Crosshair’s decision to stay apart from them was something he had to respect, even if he knew Auren was heartbroken by it. 

            As soon as they were back on the ship and everyone was off doing their own thing Auren joined Tech in the cockpit as he tinkered with something on his data pad.

            “What you working on, brown eyes?” Auren asked with a small grin. Tech didn’t respond. “Uh…Tech?”

            “Yes? Did you require something?” He asked finally looking up from his data pad. 

            “Nope. Just wondering what my old pal brown eyes is up to.” Auren said, leaning back in the chair, putting her legs up on the controls.

            “I was looking at possible artifacts that could be retrieved from Dooku’s War chest,” he said looking back down at his data pad. “Some are quite fascinating.”

            “I’m sure they are,” Auren said. “Tell me about one of them.” 

            “Well, I thought this artifact hailing from Balmorra thought to be thousands of years old was quite fascinating, particularly because there were very few made, each one of them different,” Tech began.

            “What’s it look like?” Auren asked, leaning in to see what he was looking at on the data pad. It looked to be a goblet of some sort.

            “It appears to be a goblet of some sort. Each one has different inscribing on it, in what is thought to be an unknown language. But I think I could decipher it given the time and resources,” Tech detailed.

            “What do you think it would say? Are the other ones transcribed already?”

            “I’m not sure. The others aren’t transcribed either, and many of them were proven fakes or have gone missing. But the general idea is that it belonged to someone who the locals of Balmorra treated as a prophet, but my suspicion is that they were just force sensitive in some capacity, if not fully a jedi or even a Sith.”  

            “Seems like something that girl Phee would like. She said she was a ‘liberator of ancient wonders,’ right?” Auren asked, getting to the subject she really wanted to ask Tech about. Not that she didn’t find the subject already interesting and saw it as a moment of bonding.

            Tech hesitated. “Perhaps…” Something in his expression changed slightly. “I’m…not quite sure I would trust that it would not end up on the black market, however. An artifact like that…well, it either belongs in a museum or back on its home planet.”

            “I agree. Although, I think you can trust her,” Auren reassured. 

            “Why is that? We’ve barely even spoken to her,” Tech asked. 

            “I didn’t say we could, I think you could, brown eyes,” Auren smiled, widening her eyes a bit at him. Tech frowned. Auren just sighed, still smiling.

            “I get the feeling this whole ‘brown eyes’ debacle is one of those instances where something goes over my head.”

            “Echo and Wrecker already started bugging you about it, huh?” Auren asked. Tech nodded. “Do you want me to give it to you straight?”

            “Yes. I don’t see why not,” Tech replied, putting his data pad down and giving Auren his full attention.

            “She was flirting with you, Tech,” Auren let out a small giggle, making a whoosh sound moving her hand over her head.

            “And it went right over my head. Great,” Tech sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

            “I’m sorry, Tech. Don’t beat yourself up about it. We’re just giving you a hard time is all,” Auren tried to comfort him. 

            “It’s fine. I don’t mind that part at all. I do the same to Wrecker quite often. It’s just that…” He trailed off. Auren looked at him with intent, giving him permission to continue. “I suppose sometimes it is difficult to live with how I process the world. I often wonder if some things would have turned out differently had I seen them like everyone else does. It can be quite…isolating, I guess,” Tech admitted, looking down at the ground. Auren’s face filled with sympathy instantly. She took his hand in hers and felt him twitch at the contact. 

            “I had no idea you felt that way, Tech. But I promise you, you’re not alone. Things going over your head here and there is nothing to beat yourself up for.”

            “I know. It’s just…frustrating. Especially with stuff like this. If I had known, perhaps I would have acted differently.”

            “Acted differently? Tech, are you trying to say you think she’s pretty?” Auren smiled.

            “I suppose so,” He admitted, “I guess I just don’t think of…that sort of thing as an option for myself.”

            Auren remembered that same thought. She had it with Crosshair. He had it with her. 

            “I thought the same thing with Crosshair,” Auren said quietly.

            “And in the end, you wound up hurt.”

            “I did. But Tech, you deserve those things too. Even if they’re temporary and they end up hurting us it is worth it.”

            “I guess I never thought of it that way,” Tech said, “Is that how you still feel about Crosshair?”

            “Every day. A part of me feels like he died. Like he didn’t choose the Empire over me. But I know that to some degree, it wasn’t his fault. Or that he’s just being himself-wanting to fight to prove something that you and I already know. And you taught me that it’s okay to not agree with a decision, but to still understand it. You did.”

            “I see. And for the record, I am still on your side with the issue,” Tech added. “I can imagine how it may have felt easier just to stay with the Empire, but I admire your commitment to this path,”

            “Really, Tech?” Auren laughed a bit. “Well that means a lot coming from you, Mr. ‘Brains of the Operation.’”

            “I know that was a rhetorical ‘really’ but yes, I think it sets a good example, especially with someone as young and impressionable as Omega along with us.”

            Auren squeezed his hand with hers. Auren never really told Omega about the exact details of their relationship, because that would be weird. But the way that she and Crosshair acted the last time they saw each other on Kamino…well Omega was smart enough to figure it out. 

            “I appreciate that, Tech. More than you know, honestly,” Auren said. It was always nice to know she was needed. “I’ll tell you what. If there’s ever something that goes over your head again, or you just need to talk through something, I’m here for you.”

            “I will…gladly take you up on that offer,” Tech replied. Auren let go of his hands. “Thank you for understanding.”

            “Of course. Brown Eyes.” Auren replied, a wide grin on her face. Tech’s small smile was rare, but it made his whole face glow. She stood up, patting his shoulder as she left to go take care of other tasks in the ship and let Tech return to his research. 

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

La Vie en Rose

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: none really, they don’t know they aren’t related yet, technically not inc3sty, some nsfw moments toward the end, minors dni, 18+

Words: 2983

Summary: You truly did wish that the very stars above would steal you and Loki away to become a permanent fixture among the heavens that overlooked the great realm of Asgard. You thought nothing would be better than being in your brother’s embrace for all of eternity. He’d be a king, like he always wanted, in his own right among the stars with you beside him taking the title of his queen. No one would look at you oddly but instead admire the beauty of such a couple that were outlined with stars.

Pulling yourself away from the the party inside, you retreat to a much more quieter room of the palace. You could still hear the boisterous, drunk, jeering, of the party goers in the main hall. Chuckling to yourself you look over your shoulder to the streaming light that carried from the party. Another marvelous feast yet you never stayed for too long. Just long enough to see your brother became heavily intoxicated after out drinking Fandral and almost besting Volstag. Then you had to get out quick before you were forced to endure sloppy kisses from Thor and how he would go on and on about how much he loved his baby sister and how he would destroy all the realms if anything were to happen to you. Drunken spiels like that you cared not for. You especially didn’t care for his scraggly face rubbing your cheek raw as he smothered you with hugs. No. You desired your other brother’s affection. Your brother with the clean shaven face and lilting green eyes. But he had left just as soon as the party started.

The warmth of the torch light flickers and bids your shadow farewell as you move out of it’s reach.

You pass through the archways that lead out into a small balcony, overlooking all of Asgard and its luminescent glory. The lights of the kingdom are nothing compared to that of the stars above that shine brighter.

“Retiring so soon?” The silky voice of your older brother adds to the pleasantness of your night view. His hands rub at your bare shoulders attempting to warm them back up although it’s somewhat useless considering the frigid temperature of his own hands.

“Merely taking a breather. It gets awfully stuffy in there.” You lean against him, one hand going to lay on top of his; bringing him closer to you. “Not to mention incredibly loud. Those men should not be singing while intoxicated.”

“In Volstag’s case he shouldn’t be singing either way.” Loki mutters, playfulness tugs his lips into a smile. The music from inside drifts in a much quieter manner as you turn around in Loki’s arms to rest your cheek against his chest. Underneath his light-weight armor you hear the faint beating of his heart. Such a beautiful sound that you took solace in. He rests his cheek against the crown of your head, kissing your (h/c) hair. “Quite affectionate tonight, are you?”

Hands locking around to his back on either sides you embrace your brother tightly. “No one is here to see. You’re all mine.”

Chest rumbling as he chuckles he picks you up much to your sudden surprise only to sit you down on the balcony’s stone rail. Loki’s eyes lit up, looking like a galaxy of their own; those eyes you loved so much which seemed indecisive on which pigment to take. Some days they look blue while other occasions they take on a light green tint.

“As are you, darling.” His lips gently brush against your’s in teasing before he captures them in a sweet kiss that has you clinging to him for stability. You were sure that even someone had bared witness to your affection you wouldn’t have mind too much. As long as it meant you could kiss Loki without any reservations. But you knew you’d be scorned if your mother or father were to discover of this. The Allfather was already so protective with you just like the rest of your family. You couldn’t fathom the chaos that would ensue if Odin found out.

You yourself had tried for the longest time to resist such feelings for your brother. You didn’t understand why you felt that way for him and not Thor. After pushing away those feelings for so long you finally accepted them as they were. It wasn’t long after when you caught Loki in the act of pleasuring himself while whispering your name like some holy chant of release. So many emotions had flooded you at that moment, none so strong as joy that Loki felt the same as you did. It gave you the courage to confront Loki with a less than sibling kiss. The rest was history. Neither of you looked back nor regretted a single moment that the two of you were together. You’d never felt as happy as you were when you were with Loki. Of course you still loved Thor in the most platonic and sibling way; which Loki would sometimes misunderstand and get the wrong idea. You’d always known he was insecure when it came to his rivalry with Thor. You couldn’t possibly have understood being the only daughter who was doted on by everyone. When he was consumed in his jealous tirades you’d remain calm and patient, something you had learned well from your mother Frigga when she dealt with Loki and Thor’s tantrums. Eventually he’d tire himself out and that’s when you’d go to comfort him. Things, of course, weren’t always easy; after all you were courting your brother. You had a great suspicion that Lady Sif knew of your relationship. Women had more intuition about these things than men did.

Your fingers sweep up his neck to tangle themselves in his long dark hair that was soft to the touch. Moving your face mere inches to deepen the kiss you feel his lips curve into a smirk against you. You dare to wrap a leg stealthily around Loki’s waist as you lean back.

“Ah, ah. Careful my love. You forget where we are.” Loki smirks, holding your back protectively so you don’t fall off the balcony.

Pouting you glance over your shoulder. You would’ve definitely gone overboard, splat onto the ground for all eyes to see. “Would you weep if I did? Thor said he would destroy all the realms if anything were to happen to me. What have you to offer?”

“My life. I would cease to exist without you.” He whispers somewhat sadly at the thought of you no longer being there. His fingers brush your cheek in tender affection. “I don’t want to think about such things. Your love itself sustains me.”

You see the sorrow in his eyes, unbearable, as he looks at you like you were the most precious thing in all of the nine realms. You lean up to kiss him.

In the distance, music plays from the dining hall; the sound of lutes and other beautiful instruments carry through the night air onto the balcony.

“Will you dance with me, brother?” You ask him after he allows you to have your lips back to yourself.

Light flashes in his brilliant green-blue eyes. He steps back so you could slide back onto your feet. With the faded music playing in the background you and your brother danced, nearly gliding on the clouds and melting into the dark of the night. Your head was light, threatening to be swallowed up by your surroundings and Loki. The pressure of his palm against your own as well as the one pressed against the small of your back. He led the dance as if by second nature.

Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

You truly did wish that the very stars above would steal you and Loki away to become a permanent fixture among the heavens that overlooked the great realm of Asgard. You thought nothing would be better than being in your brother’s embrace for all of eternity. He’d be a king, like he always wanted, in his own right among the stars with you beside him taking the title of his queen. No one would look at you oddly but instead admire the beauty of such a couple that were outlined with stars.

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

A kingdom among the stars. It had you smiling.

“I love that smile of your’s.” Loki’s husky voice breaks your musings, slowly your dance coming to an end. You look up at him a bit dreamily, feeling as though you had been asleep the entire time and are now just waking up from a beautiful dream.

“Your’s is better.” You get up on your toes to kiss the smile that curved his lips.

“(y/n)? Where have you gone off to?”

Both of you groan simultaneously at the intrusive boom of Thor’s voice.

“Why must he always be looking for me? Why can’t he ever bother you?” You shoot Loki a fake glare making him chuckle quietly. The heavy stone in your chest drops when he pulls away from you, putting a great distance between your body and his own. You hated that emptiness that the two of you were forced to put up when anyone else was around.

He senses your sadness nearly instantaneously. “Don’t look so sad.”

Your fingers grip at the empty air that flowed where your brother had once been. “How can I not?”

“(y/n)!!”

Cursing your blonde oaf of a brother you wheel toward where his voice was shouting from. “WHAT?!!”

“Where are you?”

“None of your business!!”

Loki’s soft laugh follows your yell off with Thor. “My love, there’s no need to be upset.”

“Aren’t you?” you turn to him. “We could’ve had a few more minutes to ourselves, but no! The princess of Asgard must be seen at all times. Heaven forbid she has some alone time. Do they really think if I were left alone for a second that I would be attacked by an enemy?”

“Attacked you will be if you are alone. Not necessarily by an enemy though.” Sultry in tone, his voice slithers out and grabs hold of you. Your anger soon dies down, managing a small laugh. He always did manage to calm you down. Whatever the occasion, Loki knew how to make you laugh with his sass. “Perhaps by a sexually frustrated brother who, excuse my language, has been horny for some time now.”

That brought out a louder laugh. “Was that a jab at your helm, Loki?” Of course you yourself had made quite a few jokes about Loki’s golden helmet that had two large horns making him look strangely elegant and regal. Then again, you thought everything about Loki was regal; princely.

“There you are!” Thor stands near the entrance to the balcony, a bit of a flush to his cheeks. Whether that was from the alcohol or from running around looking for you, you didn’t know. “I should’ve known you’d be here with Loki. Whenever you run off you’re always found with him.”

“I’m quite a good finder.” Loki gives you a pat on your shoulder. “Now that you’re here, won’t you escort our dear sister wherever she wishes to go?”

You frown. “Where are you going?”

“This night’s events have gotten me rather tired. I think I shall retire to my room.”

Thor’s throaty chuckle rumbles through the air like the lightning he commands. “You do not know how to party, brother. Very well. (y/n), shall we go?”

Reluctantly you take his beefy arm.

*

You squirm around in your bed sheets, unable to fall asleep. Surely, you were tired plenty but the fluttering in your stomach kept you from succumbing to sweet sleep. A small stream of light breaks past your curtains to cast a soft glow on your wall. Finally you concede defeat and sit up in your bed. There was absolutely no way you were sleeping any time soon. There was something you had to do.

Bare feet pad on the cold floor of your room and patter out into the empty hall of your wing. Loki’s was a bit away, but you knew the path to his room even in the dark. You’d snuck into his room so many times that you bet you could’ve probably found it blindfolded. The guards were few around the personal quarters of the royal family considering that your father was the strongest man in the entire realm, even in sleep he could’ve snapped a man’s neck. Thor was a force to be reckoned with as well although he was young and reckless that made him no less stronger. No one in their right mind would creep into the palace in the dead of night, lest they wanted an early death.

In no time you’re carefully turning the knob of Loki’s bedroom door, pushing it open oh so quietly as to not disturb the raven haired man who slept soundly in his bed unlike his sister. After closing it just as carefully, you creep to the side of his bed, surprised that he wasn’t awake. He always seemed to know when you were present, even when you were trying to hide. His senses were phenomenal. Instead his head lolled against his pillow, eyes closed in bliss while his black hair, which looked liked spilled ink in such darkness, spread on his pillow. Carefully you climb onto his mattress, straddling his legs. You didn’t find it fair that he was sleeping while you were wide awake. Testing how deep he was in sleep’s embrace, you gently brush your hand against where his crotch lay underneath his blanket. Normally he was a light sleeper. Perhaps he was faking. Not even so much as a twitch. With stealthy hands you peel his blanket away from his body. Your fingers tugged at the waistband of his night bottoms and gingerly slip them off to reveal his soft member. Heart quickening and sending a lump in your throat you begin to stroke it with the lightest of touches. A small, faint, moan escapes from your sleeping brother when you grow more bold. Firmly grasping his shaft you give it small pumps into your palm, feeling it harden as you quicken your ministrations.

Quiet strings of moans slip out of your dear brother’s mouth yet every time you think he will wake you slow down. When you sensed the urgency of his release you replace your hand with your mouth, dragging your tongue along the length and taking him into the warmth past your lips. You feel him jerk slightly, eying him warily as you bob your head; swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip as you did so. You welcomed the saltiness of his seed as he climaxed with another less than subtle jerk and a quivering moan.

When you look up you find Loki staring right at you with his bright eyes.

“What a naughty girl. Taking advantage of her brother while he sleeps.” His voice comes out as a sensual growl as he leans up on his elbows.

You smile and shimmy out of your nightgown, tossing it over the bed; leaving yourself bare for Loki to ravage you. “Like you are so innocent. Was it not you who came slithering into my bed a few nights ago? Slipping between my legs so easily while I slept. I almost took it for a dream. But not even my best dreams are so real to send me into spasms.” You push him back against his headboard as you crawled over him, your hips mere inches from his. Settling your hands on his chest you tilt your head to kiss him. The kiss is short, much to Loki’s distaste.

“You left me with Thor. Why is that? Surely you know I’d rather be escorted to my bed by you.”

“Forgive me.” He whispers and cards his fingers through your hair. It was tangled a little bit, but he easily combed them out as he had done so many times before. “Best to let him rather than put up a fight. It would seem suspicious if I were to be left alone further with you.”

“What do you mean?”

Sitting on his lap he props himself back up seeing that you weren’t going to push him back down. “Do you really think our father so blind? Yes, he only has one eye but he’s not blind. He sees everything, including what we’ve been trying to hide. Why do you think he keeps you surrounded by people all the time? He doesn’t want his precious daughter corrupted by the love and lust she has for her brother. Or rather, he doesn’t want me to taint you.”

You scoff. “It’s far too late for that. Why hasn’t he said anything? Do you think mother knows too?”

Loki nods. “I dare say she does. She has probably kept quiet the same reason father does. What would the realm think of them. Their own children who take one another as lovers. It would not bode well if anyone else were to find out. So father and mother keep a watchful eye on you.”

Running your hands up and down his chest you considered what he said for a moment. Not that he mentioned it, you had caught reproachful looks from your mother that bordered on pity. When had she found out? You couldn’t think of a time where you let slip how you truly felt about your brother. You were as good at keeping secrets than Loki.

The prodding of Loki’s still erect cock pokes at your lower lips, suddenly crashing your train of thought.

“Let's not worry about that now.” He purrs and grabs hold of your neck. Delicately he leads you down onto the mattress. Loki always did prefer being on top. “Right now all I want you to worry about is how you won’t be able to walk come the morning.”

Loki always kept to that promise.

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak

Angels sing from above

Every day words

Seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

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[therealdeathoracle]

Hi Death!

I have biology finals coming up and a major topic is…*drumrolls* evolution!! Here’s your chance to infodump me with everything you know about evolution, if you’d like to :)

OMG OK YES ILL INFO DUMP

I’ve studied eyes a lot so I’m gonna start there: pupils fascinate me a lot because of how heavily they impact our vision. Human's have rounded pupils, that we all know, but it allows us as a general predatory species to see pretty far into the distance in daylight. Other animals that have pupils like us, such as wolves, are top predators in their habitats so they don't need to worry about being hunted, so the lack of night vision and not having a wide field of view isn't something that would negatively affect them, at least not severely. Then there's vertically slit pupils that are common in cats and venomous snakes. These pupils expand to become circular in bright light, it's because of this that those animals are fantastic ambush predators. The ability to change the shape of their pupil allows them to see in a wide range of light even in the dark. And then of course there's horizontal pupils which are almost always found in animals that graze and have their eyes on the sides of their heads. The shape of that pupil allows for the ground to remain in very sharp focus while having an incredibly wide field of view. They're perfect for prey animals to keep an eye out for predators on the horizon and escape with ease should there be one. Now there's a lot of fascinating pupil's I've learned exist outside of those three commonly known ones. For example many fish have crescent or W shaped pupils. These allow for light to be absorbed in various parts of the eye rather than just in one. That allows them to see with a lot of contrast while negating the distortion that is naturally caused by the reflection of light in water. Or there's horizontally slit pupils which are found in prey-like amphibians such as frogs and toads. Just like with vertically slit pupils they expand to allow for more light to be taken in throughout the day and night while they forage, but because they are horizontal they allow the animals to easily spot vertical motion above them so they can evade predators attacking from above. And then there's vertical beaded pupils which frustrate me so much because I haven't been able to find much of anything about them. These can be found in some geckos, they look just like a normal vertical slit pupil but they have these bumps up and down it that create this beaded look to them. Those bumps are supposed to aid in perceiving distance and aid in adapting to hunting in a variety of environments.

Irises are also really interesting, although I haven't done a lot of research on them, so I only know with humans and not much else, if it even is different among other animals. The color, while hereditary, are determined by its ability to reflect light. So the lighter the color is, the more light gets reflected and vise versa. However, melanin is the pigment that decides how much of that light gets reflected, but melanin is brown so how do we have a variety of colors that aren't brown? Once again that is melanin! Despite being a brown pigment it can create colors that are even as light as blue in eyes, this is because of how the light gets reflected. Less melanin in your eyes causes your iris to be seen as blue, while more can cause it to be green, and a large amount turns it brown. Albinism has an interesting affect on it because it leaves you with a complete lack of melanin, most people with albinism have blue eyes because they still produce a very small amount of melanin. There's even a chance at being albino but still producing enough melanin to create hazel, green, or brown eyes. However if there is a complete lack of melanin then the iris will be viewed as red because of the light reflecting off blood vessels in the eye, and in incredibly rare cases if an albino person produces melanin in their eyes but not enough to turn it blue they can combine it with the reflection of their blood vessels and cause them to have very light purple eyes

I was going to add more but I feel like I've already written a lot here so if you'd like me to share about some other stuff then let me know, I hope this all made sense though!

#oracle answers

[ribbondee]

PMATGA OC- Roundetta Circulara (updated bio)

I know my art isn't too great, but I tried. Yeah you can probably guess who her dad is lol. But don't worry, I worked really hard on the bio and did my best to not make her a complete mary sue. (BIO IS BELOW IMAGE)

Let’s start with her mother…

Her name is Radia (like the word Radius), Radia Cumference (yes, she is Sir C’s sister). However, during the first and second Pac World wars, she was on Betrayus’ side as his second in command for several reasons of her own, the biggest one being her deep feelings for him, and the fact that she was in denial about how far gone Betrayus truly was. She eventually defected to the Resistance’s side after finally bringing herself to accept that having Betrayus in power would be a very, VERY bad thing and that her feelings meant nothing to him. In fact, it was her defecting that caused Betrayus and his forces to be defeated (she provided vital information about the enemy side).

While she was spared from the en masse execution of Betrayus and his army, she was still considered a war criminal due to her crimes against Pacmanity and was sentenced to 30 years in prison. But wait! Surprise! She’s pregnant, and with Bets’ baby to boot (also apparently Betrayus somehow did not know about the baby, and it was likely best to keep it that way). Now as for WHY she and Bets would have gotten freaky, I have no idea lol.

As per her request, after the baby was born they were taken far away from Pacopolis in order to keep them safe lest Betrayus return let alone find out he has a child which of course would not be so good. This was by far the most bittersweet moment of Radia's life- getting to hold and love her newborn child, but at the same time being forced to give them up. Tears were shed.

As for what Radia is like, she is tough as nails and stern. Unlike her brother Diamitri (it’s a play on the name Dmitri and the word Diameter; it is Sir C’s first name in my headcanon universe), she does not have a penchant for science and inventing, preferring fisticuffs combat. She was Bets' second in command because of her masterful strategic planning and commanding presence. As for her history with Betrayus, for many years she was his only friend all the way from childhood. It had all started when she had boldly defended him from some bullies who were kicking dirt in his face and calling him hateful slurs such as ‘egg’ or ‘snowball’. Since then she had been one of the few to truly stick with him, even during his descent into madness. In the present day she still loves and pities him deep down, but at the same time feels disgusted with herself for ever feeling that way towards someone like that. She also feels deep remorse for her past actions.

As for what her relationship with her brother is like, for a long time it was strained, but it outright broke when she sided with Betrayus during the Pac World wars. In spite of that, they are currently working on forgiving one another and mending their relationship, to the point where Sir C has offered to let her stay with him after she gets out of prison. The exchange letters during her incarceration, and he even visits her from time to time.

Now, about the kid…

They are a she, and are around nineteen years old. Her name is Roundetta Circulara, and as for what she looks like, insert mary sue design here (basically, she inherited her father’s condition known as “Blanche”, aka a rare condition that causes lack of skin pigmentation and red eyes in Pacworlders). The reason she does not have black hair like her father is because Blanche only affects the skin and eyes. The brown hair she inherited from her mother.

Now for her personality. She's loud and outspoken and a prankster, but without a doubt possesses a very kind heart. Despite her very much apparent sweetness, she is more than capable of defending herself. She is deeply compassionate and accepting of others regardless of where they come from, what they identify as, etc. If there is one personality trait she gets from her dad, it's the short temper. Other than that they are pretty much nothing alike.

For many years she was completely unaware of who her parents were, her adoptive parents doing their best to keep it a secret in order to protect her (which of course wasn't a good idea, but they did have good intentions). Not that she didn't know she was adopted, she was just told that her father was dead and that her mom did some very bad things and was in prison. Not lies, but not the whole truth either. It wasn't until she turned 19 and moved out did she learn the truth. She decided to head to Pacopolis in spite of her adoptive parents' protests, but alas they could not stop her. They even had a huge fight about it:

"Why?! It's just Pacopolis!"

"Because…"

"Why?"

"If you go there, he will find you."

"Um who?"

"I shouldn't have said that…"

"What?! Who?!"

Her adoptive father refused to elaborate further, which made Roundetta angry and she stormed away, putting her plan into motion to move to Pacopolis. Yep, another thing she shares with her dad is being very stubborn.

As we all know this eventually brings the events her mother was trying to prevent into reality- Betrayus has already returned, he inevitably discovers Roundetta and she is put in danger because of it. I'm still trying to figure out how he finds her let alone realizes that's his daughter (although I guess her appearance will probably have something to do with it). As for how Bets reacts upon discovering that he has a daughter, he would at first be surprised then not so much after he remembers what happened between him and Radia (whom he now despises due to her turning against him). He would then be angry that he didn't know about her, and would try and genuinely reach out to her only to be coldly rejected which would leave him devastated, then angry all over again.

Then there's this thing where she meets her uncle Stratos and Diamitri, and eventually her cousin Elli along with the main trio and stuff. It's mostly heartwarming, but at the same time tense.

Here is some trivia about her:

If she were a ghost, she would of the ice variety (this is meant to symbolize just how far she contrasts with her dad).

She is pansexual.

Upon learning who her father is, she was horrified but at the same time felt dumb for not figuring it out sooner. Aaaand she also naturally wants nothing to do with him.

Adding onto that, she now has feelings of insecurity about it.

When it comes to her thoughts on ghosts, she's less afraid and has more of the 'why can't we all get along' opinion.

Her favorite music genres are punk rock and metal.

She has a black cat named Sprinkles, said cat being her best friend that she loves dearly.

Her favorite food is... anything with sugar or carbs.

In the present day she wishes she had heeded her adoptive parents' warnings and feels bad about getting into that fight with them and being stubborn.

#pmatga oc #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga #oc #original character #i tried #cringe

[nofoundboy]

Makeup

Bubba Sawyer x Male reader

Tw: Insinuations of homophobia

I used he/she/they for Bubs

He was showing his lovely face without a mask, since you had already made it up a while ago. Now you were making him up, his real soft skin.

Very shyly he had asked you about the make-up you had taken out of the luggage of one of the victims, which was in fact intended for him, as you had seen how much care he took in arranging his pretty lady mask.

You didn't wear makeup, maybe a little shimmery shadow to emulate the rockstars of the time but you had seen many girls do it, so you happily volunteered to help him that night.

Bubba was terrified, as his brothers were fine with his mask being made up but if they found out he wanted to wear makeup...the jokes and catty comments would never end.

You assured him they wouldn't find out, but he only agreed if it was after everyone had gone to bed.

So it was past midnight and you were there trying to get him to turn down the volume of his laughter. The feel of the brush on his cheeks tickled him so you stopped to better apply the blush with your fingers.

It was only recently that Bubba had finally shown you his face. They were very trusting and you were willing to wait for him, until he thought them had had enough and after defending him from Drayton's especially ugly insults, he took you to his room and hugged you. They took off their mask and you could not suppress a big smile.

From then on you couldn't stop telling him how cute he was. And God, you wanted to kiss him again and again on those pretty cheeks, but you didn't want to scare him off with such romantic affection. You knew well that Drayton would spit curse after curse if there was anything else going on between you, maybe Nubbins and Chop Top would just play pranks on you but...well, 2 guys in a relationship were not well seen in places like that and as bloodthirsty as the Sawyer's could be, you didn't want to risk Bubba to that kind of scrutiny.

"Bubba, you look stunning" you said sincerely, showing him the end result with a mirror.

Bubba started jumping up and down excitedly. His eyes looked especially pretty with that blue glitter-filled shadow. His eyelashes curled with plenty of mascara and his pretty cheeks stood out like ripe peaches. All that was missing was...

"Lipstick!" You exclaimed falling in realization as he nodded quickly, searching through the makeup for that creamy stick.

He began to open the lid of the ones there until he hit upon the color he liked, a creamy, vibrant pink.

You moved a little closer and took his chin to lift his face. He had sat up, complacent, looking at you expectantly as you applied the pigment being careful not to stain his teeth.

"Now you do. You look so handsome," you declared, combing through his dark hair.

Bubba repeatedly said no with his head, pointing to his face and then to his mask.

"Oh...you look pretty. A beautiful lady" Bubba nodded and clapped her hands making pleased and happy sounds.

She eagerly took you in her arms and began to sway you to the rhythm of the faint music playing on the record player in your room. Something you had stolen from other victims and kept hidden from Chop Top and Drayton who would no doubt want to sell it. There you only listened to the music Bubba liked and at a very low volume.

Irma Thomas' voice filled the room with sweetness, and there, as the melody inspired your heartbeat and your body was wrapped in Bubba's warmth, you decided to finally manifest what you felt. Her affection and those love-filled verses, made you brave.

"Bubba, I think...would you give me a kiss?" Bubba continually kissed your cheek or your forehead, she was very affectionate in every way possible so it wasn't hard for her to do it again.

"Thank you but I meant...a kiss here" you pointed to your lips. Bubba made a sound of surprise but didn't pull away one bit.

She looked toward the door to check that it was closed and leaned toward you. The contact was so gentle and yet so meaningful, it made you sigh irrevocably.

You felt the taste of lipstick and still took a few moments to open your eyes.

Bubba's flushed face was covered by her hands as she mumbled things you didn't understand but that made you smile anyway.

"I'm in love with you, Bubba. And I know they say it's wrong because I'm a boy but..."

Bubba cut off your words, carrying you in a tight hug. They didn't care about that. People were already saying a lot of things about his family anyway.

Bubba pointed at herself, straight in the heart and then pointed at you. The feeling was reciprocated and had been practically since you met.

"So beautiful" you whispered against her cheek before he pulled you away from his arm and began to shower your face with kisses. Now your face was adorned with pink kiss marks, so pronounced they almost looked cartoonish. "Would you like to...try other colors?" you asked. From that moment on, that would become your cue for every time you wanted to kiss. And it didn't take long for Bubba to apply red and repeat the same process as you laughed in delight at their enthusiasm.

#bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer x y/n #slasher fandom #slasher x reader #slasher x male reader

[clockwork--comet]

I think being born out of a bunch of scientists mashing chemicals together until they got something vaguely resembling a human would lead to more than a few issues.

Bubby's body produces very little melanin. He's effectively albinic (leucisitc? amelanistic?), having little pigment in his skin and none in his eyes. As such, his eyes look red, and he probably uses 100SPF sunscreen at night.

Did you know that melanin is integral to proper ocular development? The Bio Lab researchers learned that the hard way. His albinism affects his eyesight, and it's why he wears such thick glasses.

Despite being amel., he had black hair when he was younger. Not anymore though! He started going white at 25 and started balding at, like, 37. Sorry man.

The genes involved in properly forming teeth are fucked in Bubby's case! Hence, pointy teeth.

No gender here. Literally. He doesn't have a gender. More an upside than anything. Cis agender gay man supremacy.

Other miscellaneous Bubby headcanons:

Bubby has ports on the back of his neck. You need somewhere to connect all of those wires while he's in the tube! He wears turtlenecks specifically to cover them. They don't work very well.

He's a Mewtwo kinnie (I hate that I wrote this one, let alone thought about it).

He had a caretaker when he was a child, once upon a time. Her name was Dr. Carlisle (taken from this fic on AO3 by @dilfgmancoolatta . please read it! it's so charming, and it made me cry).

Bubby has basically free reign to go anywhere but where the Prototypes are housed or outside Black Mesa. He, understandably, avoids Biological Research as much as he can.

His whole "arson with my mind" thing? Completely intended. Someone on the team thought it was funny.

#half live vr but the ai is self aware #hlvrai #bubby hlvrai #dr. bubby #lots of thought for an old gay scientist huh? #vince/bean/whatever your alias is now this one's for you bro

[introverted-scribblings]

Hi, i'm new here and first: i love your writings, keep up the good work!✨; second: i saw that requests are open so i wanna ask some headcanons for the creeps of your choice (please include EJ, i simp for him) with an s/o that's leucistic (i consider myself as an amateur writer, i'm currently working on a novel and one of the main characters has leucism so i'd need some example of interactions with leucistic people); lastly: idk if we live in different time zones but i hope you get enough sleep✨.

Oh honey, I never get enough sleep... But that's beside the point! Welcome to hell! I'm glad you enjoy my writing (you have no idea the joy that brings me). I had to look up leucism, and even after I did I was still a little confused about the science of it. So I made things a little vague as to not get anything inherently wrong... I hope you enjoy this all the same~

For those who don't feel like looking it up; leucism is a condition similar to albinism, but not the same! Leucism is the partial loss of pigmentation (not melanin, like albinism) that leaves the skin and hair white or patchy but doesn't affect the eyes. It appears in all kinds of animals and humans.

Eyeless Jack:

He finds the condition interesting from a scientific standpoint.

He definitely did a bit of research on the condition to 1) stay informed, and 2) make sure there weren’t any underlying medical problems that he needed to know about.

He doesn’t have a problem with it, understanding that it’s just what you look like. Your cells work differently and that’s okay.

Sometimes he feels a little awkward standing next to you though, as the two of you contrast so. much.

He just looks so… dark and evil next to you.

Boy is more than a little self-conscious about it :(

Make sure you give him lots of reassurance that you love him! He needs it!

Other than that little hiccup, he doesn’t care too much about your outward appearance. It’s what’s inside that counts, after all. (insert joke about eating organs)

But no, he fell in love with your personality. You’re just cute as a button as a bonus.

If anyone were to ever make fun of you for your appearance? They’d be dead come morning. ESPECIALLY if it actually hurt you in any way. Emotionally or physically.

He won’t tolerate anyone harassing you.

You’re his precious little flower and he loves you so much.

Just wants to make sure you’re okay!

“Ticci” Toby:

He thinks you’re so pretty!

Well, he would think you’re pretty no matter what you looked like, let’s be honest.

But definitely thinks you look amazing, no doubt.

He’d call you his angel and would just shower you with compliments.

Doesn’t really do the research into it, so you’d have to tell him yourself. But that’s not a problem, he happily listens to you and will do his best to remember everything you said.

In the beginning, he probably got it confused with albinism. But, to his credit, they’re pretty similar. Please don’t get mad, he would feel awful about it.

He has literally no problem with how you look. Like none whatsoever.

Never will, either.

He can be a little self-conscious about his own appearance… and his mannerisms...

He never wants you to feel that way, so he goes entirely out of his way to remind you that you are beautiful.

God forbid anyone insults you. They will have hell to pay and Toby would be there to collect it.

Another one who just won’t tolerate that shit.

You’re wonderful and he just wants to make sure that you know that fact.

Will remind you every day, forever, that he loves you!

BEN:

He thinks it’s neat, but doesn’t make a big deal about it.

He probably looked it up when you told him exactly what it was, but didn’t do a bunch of research. He didn’t feel the need to.

He will, however, randomly text you pictures of animals with leucism or albinism and just say “this u?”

It makes you laugh and roll your eyes. Your boyfriend is a goofball.

Overall he’s very chill about it. Doesn’t view it one way or another.

You’re just you, and that’s what matters.

If, for whatever reason, you’re feeling self-conscious about your appearance, he will shut. that. shit. down.

All of a sudden, it’s compliment central.

You’re stunning! Gorgeous! Beautiful! Ethereal!

Of course he still calls you sexy, but that’s cuz you are. Some of the other things he says really don’t sound like they’re coming from him.

You’re beginning to think he just looked through a thesaurus.

Doesn’t like it when anyone else puts you down for your appearance. But, unlike the others, he doesn’t just flat-out kill them.

No… he fucks with them first. Freaks them out and gives them a good scare. And depending on the severity of the insult, he’ll either ruin their life socially or end it entirely.

You’re his s/o after all! He needs to protect you!

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta x reader #headcanons #imagines #creepypasta eyeless jack #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta ej #ej x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #creepypasta toby #ben drowned #creepypasta ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #x reader #x y/n #x you #fluff #fluff headcanons

[charliechipper]

Time to do some of my own! We'll see if I add more of them, because I have a smooth brain and lack motivation!

I don't kid when I say I lack self control. I have so much more I could say here, but you get these ones for now uvu

Candyman is classified as a lank by most people, therefore, 6'4" baybeeeee. Grid has him beat by a few inches, and Doombox is at least 7 or 8 foot tall, so he towers over Candyman.

He likes to wrap his arm around Dice's neck and just kind of hold him there because he's taller. He does it to some of the other players, too.

Yes, Candyman has moments where he has to duck under door frames.

His standard color is yellow, but he can change it to any color he can think of, or any colors people request.

He does this whenever he plays in his Black Licorice colors, and his Straitjacket Alert colors. He carries this ability over in his DLC outfit to change Galileo's color for his Saturnus Incognita outfit. When the League first started, he would change his sclera (eye whites) color for his inverted flavor.

He has to be touching his face whenever he does this, for whatever reason.

Because of this, he finds himself often getting poked or papped by other players out of pure curiosity. Raptor usually does this just to tease him, but Sonata was one of the first players to discover this.

His face changed texture when he mutated, however, his body did not. His entire body still feels like skin, which his friends find a bit..strange. Candyman doesn't seem to be bothered by this, but it's speculated that this is why he keeps his body covered.

Nobody knows why his face does this, not even him. His face will also get sticky and anything that drips off of his face is also sticky. He tends to get grass or paper stuck to his face, and he tries to stay away from surfaces that aren't smooth, like carpet, couch cushions, pillows, etc. (Doesn't mean he hasn't died on the couch because of the heat. Just means he'll get stuck to the cushion and have to wash it.)

His body is not affected by this phenomenon. It still has pores, and therefore perspirates normally. This is why he wears an undershirt.

It took Candy a while to figure out how he indentified, but he's comfortable with his romantic orientation. He loves everyone, regardless of their gender identity.

He tends to be attracted to people opposite of his own personality, but he doesn't mind dating someone similar to him. (This does not include any of the minor players! We don't do proshipping here folks!)

Candyman says gay and trans rights! Happy Pride Month!

He tries to straighten his eyes out to show that he cares and he's invested in the situation. They also tend to look forward when he's realized something, when he's embarrassed/flustered, when he's scared, or crying. Any other time, his eyes are facing opposite directions from each other.

This is one of the only times he takes his hat off, next to hiding his face behind it when he blushes, or taking it off to taunt.

His hat has always been the closest thing he's found to give him comfort, especially after his incident. He doesn't know why, it just makes him feel safer, and calmer. If he's not wearing his hat, but knows where it is, he will go look for it.

He doesn't use this ability very frequently for anything serious. It's more of a last resort for him, but he will travel through a wall or floor to screw with people if he's in the mood to tease (or if one of his friends is chasing him with intent to kill his dumbass).

He can take any other person/group of people through any material he is currently traveling through. He has to be making direct contact with them to bring them with him. The chain will continue through whoever he is holding. If he lets go of them while trying to travel, that person/those people will be left on the other side.

This is another strange phenomenon that nobody has a solid explanation for (although the asylum workers had a theory that it happens due to the chemical composition in water making contact with the chemical composition of his face and body, and stripping the pigment momentarily). His friends compare this event to how Skittles will "bleed" their colors out when left in water for too long.

He can't change his body color for the duration that his color disappears. The pigment in his face and body comes back in roughly an hour or so (the workers also theorized that this had to do with oxygen's chemical composition making contact with Candy's face and body once they dried).

That's all, folks!

If I take ages to make a Part 2, I apologize!

Also, feel free to adopt any of my headcanons for yours! Just credit me for the idea, please and thank you!

#mathewmydear #lethal league #lethal league blaze #candyman #lethal league candyman #headcanons #enjoy my rant about the mr. man #i come up with a lot of this shit for no apparent reason #then i just spitball it to flesh it out

[honey-milk-depresso]

Vice Dorm Leaders: S/o who is insecure about their vitiligo (1)

HAHA- SO UM- I found this in my drafts and completely forgot about it ;-;;;; BUT HERE I AM- Yeah I just added this part- :///// I was too lazy to tag and eventually forgot about it- until now-

According to google, vitiligo is a skin condition in which the melanocytes, the pigment cells of the skin, are destroyed causing affected areas to turn pale. I just want you to know that you are beautiful no matter what! Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise! Hope you enjoy! ^^

(Trey, Ruggie, Jade)

Trey Clover

Trey always wondered why you want to wear a mask and long sleeved clothing. Basically clothes that cover your entire body. Don’t you feel stuffy wearing them? Do you feel comfortable???

You always told him you’re okay, and he didn’t question afterwards. Maybe it’s just fashion choice, and he doesn’t judge. He just wanted to make sure you don’t feel itchy.

But the first time he made for you something (the marron tart event before Riddle’s overblot), you told him that you rather eat in private. He didn’t suspect anything at first, merely letting you do so, 

but then he notices how frequently you missed or forgotten to take your meals when you’re alone, and that you just refuse to take down your mask to eat in front of others.

Now he was starting to get worried.

Trey would then resort in giving a gentle approach, he doesn’t want to be bold and just force an answer out of you, he would never do that.

During one break time, he’ll pull you aside. “S/o, can we talk? Someone more private maybe?”

Trey brought to a secluded area, he still spoke in a soft tone as if there were still people around just to make sure it really is private between you two. He looked at you with soft, amber gold eyes, “Is... everything okay? You keep forgetting to eat. Why don’t you like eating in front of others?”

You were taken aback, and Trey could tell you were hesitant about giving him an answer. He rubbed your back in soothing circles, calming you and telling you to take your time.

You eventually took of your mouth, showing him the pale patches on your skin, explaining how you don’t like anyone seeing your vitiligo, in fear of them judging your appearance. He frowned upon seeing how ashamed you look. He took a hold of your hand, now seeing the very faint mark of a pale patch. He rubs them gently in circular motion, looking at you with a soft gaze as he placed a tender kiss on one of the pale patches that etched on your cheek, the warmth of his hand spreading across your cheek. “S/o... please don’t think your condition makes you look weird that you don’t eat in public and then you forget to eat on your own. I think you look fine the way you are, honestly.”

Nowadays, Trey follows you every break time, as he’s there to encourage you to take off your mask and eat in public, and soon to take off your mask wherever you go in general.

Anyone who snickers about how weird you look would be met by his golden, sharp glare, enough to warn those who are smart enough. If not, he’ll tell Riddle and it’s off with their head. He just wants you to know you’re beautiful the way you are <3

Ruggie Bucchi

At first, he didn’t really thought about much. He just thought that man, don’t you feel stuffy wearing masks and covered clothing wherever you go?? Even during PE and in Savanaclaw? Well, if you said you’re fine, Ruggie wouldn’t think much of it, thinking you just have your own taste in fashion. He doesn’t judge.

But then, when he cooked for you for the first time, you told him that you rather eat it in private, and your excuse being that you savor food better on your own. Ruggie frowned. You tell that to your peers whenever they offer you food. He didn’t expect you to give him the same treatment.

Again, Ruggie decides to dismiss it and respect your choice, letting you do what your comfortable with. But he starts to notice your habit of forgetting to eat afterwards when your alone, and that you sweat profusely under the hot sun of his own dorm and you refuse to take of your mask and sweater.

He’s gotten worried, and he was sick and tired watching your health deteriorate. Ruggie gotten impatient on what he suspects your hiding something, and he wants to know so he can help. The boy legit climbed up the tree of Ramshackle, which a strong and thick branch spread out to your room’s window, opting to bust through the open window. “Yo, s/o.” “R-Ruggie?! W-what are you doing here?!” You were startled, and Ruggie looked at you with serious eyes. He notices your mask was lying on the coffee table, and he finds you scrambling to get the nearest pillow to cover your face. He frowns, walking up to you.

“S/oooo, what are you hiding?” Being the Savanaclaw student he is, he was much stronger than you, taking away the pillow. You immediately set up a last resort defence, putting your hands up to cover your face. He got frustrated, trying to rip your hands apart, resting his forehead on yours.

You gasped, shocked and flustered by the sudden contact and he took advantage of it and uncovered your hands, revealing the pale patches that spread across your face. He was shocked, as were you.

“D-does it hurt?” he questioned, now grazing his hand carefully on the skin without pale patches. You meekly shook your head, “No, but... I just look weird, don’t I?” you whispered, looking as if you were about to cry, leading Ruggie to frantically comfort you. “H-hey... I didn’t mean to. I was... just worried, and also I just thought those hurt, not that you look weird. And you don’t at all!”

Ruggie thinks you’re just fine the way you are. Anyone during recess when he accompanies you, if he hears a snicker or whisper about how weird your vitiligo makes you look, he will really hiss and eye at them with a threatening glare. He’ll make sure you’ll be confident, and he would be there for you every step of the way. <3

Jade Leech

He always wondered why you wear baggy, long sleeved clothes and pants and masks all the time. You don’t feel uncomfortable or sweaty wearing such? If you said you were comfortable, he would doubt a little, but will dismiss it and allow you to do as you please, the thought would still linger in his head, however.

Jade’s scepticism would rise further when he cooked for you a special meal the first time he brought you to Monstro Lounge alone. he usually leaves food for you at Ramshackle, knowing you and him would be really busy. 

You told him you rather eat alone, and he wasn’t convince about the excuses you gave, but nonetheless, gave you a kind smile and heeding you words, but decided to observe you.

He notices how you frequently forget to eat by yourself when you return to Ramshackle, and how exhausted you look when your under the hot sun during PE, and yet refusing to take of your mask and jacket. He was worried, and highly suspicious. Your his s/o after all; your health and wellbeing is most important to him.

Jade decided to approach you like how Trey would; gently and less direct and bold unlike Ruggie. “My dear? May I speak to you in private about something? It’s something rather important that I wanted to share with you,” he says, flashing his charming and soft smile. 

Bring you to a quiet and secluded area, he finally spoke. “S/o... why is it that you refused to take off your mask even when you feel so uncomfortable? Are you.. hiding something perhaps?” As much as you love Jade, you can’t help but feel nervous when he asked you that all of a sudden, and he feels your uneasiness as you timidly shuffled your feet.

He coos, gently soothing you with a gloved hand on his shoulder as he gently coaxed you, telling you to take your time and tell him what’s going on.

You murmured, “I.. I look ugly..” He raised an eyebrow, quite shocked and confused about what you mean. “Darling, how could you say that about yourself? I think you look fine, my dear?” You looked at him hesitantly, before you peeled off your mask, revealing the pale patches of skin that flowered all over the bottom part of your face.

“I... yeah. I know I.. I look so bad...” he immediately takes one of your hand, holding it. The other hand held you cheek and wiped a tear that had threatened to fall from the corner of your eye, warmly rubbing a pale patch.

“Oh darling... you’re not ugly at all. You look wonderful, and you should care more about your wellbeing rather than your appearance, although I think you look splendid,” he whispered, using a gloved finger to gently caress the pale patch on your cheek with a loving gaze.

Oh, and if anyone dares to just make fun of how “weird” you look during lunch time in front of him, or when he makes you feel more confident to take off your mask, will receive a “personal chat” from Jade, maybe tossing Azul and Floyd into the fun, and they won’t ever think of uttering a single thing about how weird your vitiligo make you look. <3

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[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

Zemo x Wife!Reader

Word count - 1,694

Warning! - (NO MINORS ALLOWED) 18+ content, some daddy kink, dom!fem, no protection, rough sex, light hand job, praises

Author's note - Sorry I didn't proof read so if there is any typos I apologize!

Prompt - You have been married to Zemo before he was locked up. His butler informed you he was out of prison. So you find out where he is and come knocking on his window. Wanting to spend your minimal time importantly. 🤣

Knock Knock Knock

Zemo had just got out of the shower. Tying his robe as he heard the peculiar noise. Wondering over to his window and quickly noticed you peeking through. His eyes widen and his lips curl to a smile. Swiftly, he unlocked the window and pulled it open.

"My darling..!" You happily cry out. Jumping into his arms. Hugging him tightly, never wanting to let go. It hurt to not see him for years. You miss him, especially his wonderful scent.

Zemo chuckled, "shhh, you must be quiet, my love." His hands slide up your back. His lips connect to the top of your head. Giving you a nice squeeze before letting go of you. Pulling back to take you all in. He hadn't seen you in years. Though all the memories of you flooded back. You looked angelic to him.

Your cheeks fill with pink pigment. Looking away shyly, you brush some hair behind your ear. "What? Do I look different? Is it bad?" You ask in an insecure manner. Hoping to not displease him. Suddenly you are pushed to look back at him. Catching his random outburst of chuckles.

"You look stunning, sweetheart." Zemo uttered out. Soon shutting the window and closing the curtains. He strolls over to the door and locks it. "I've been very lonesome. I'm afraid I may not be free much longer, my kitten."

You give him a worrisome look. That's definitely what you didn't want to hear. Instantly, you grab a hold of one of his hands. Bringing it up to your lips. Giving a tender Peck to the back of his hand. Soon holding it up to your cheek. Caressing his hand against the side of your face. "Don't say that. We will think of something to do. I promise, I won't let them separate us again." Your tone had a subtle shaky-ness to it.

Zemo sighed softly at your affections. They felt so warm and just reminded him of better times. "No, you mustn't stress over the inevitable. I know these moments will end with me behind bars again. It's too good to be true." He explains in a gentle tone. More gentle than he usually ever sounds. Which makes what he says all too real.

You feel his thumb rub your cheek. Closing your eyes in a relaxed fashion. "Then let me make these moments unforgettable, my world." You, in a way, beg. Wanting desperately to make it all last while. At least he would have these hours to think about. So he wouldn't just have so much pain to think about in a cold prison.

Zemo shifted his hand over. His thumb, catching your bottom lip. Swiping it across your plump lip. "Give me your body tonight..and make it last me a lifetime." He smiled softly. Demanding such a thing in a very soft way. Which wasn't normal for Zemo. He usually is so aggressive and forceful. Though it was a very nice change.

Not even giving a vocal answer. You begin to kiss against his thumb. Taking it in with your tongue. Giving light sucks against half of his digit. Your eyes focus on one another. His thumb pushed deeper into your mouth. Letting out a heavy hum of desire. Sucking harder as you felt his gaze grow more and more hunger for intimacy. Slowly, pulling his thumb from your mouth. He drug his down your bottom lip to your chin.

"Please, my love. I want you to have a night you won't forget. Lemme be in charge." You asked in a delicate tone. Taking his hand that just was touching you. Stroking the back of it with your thumb. His eyes flutter as he gives you a stare. A stare he hasn't given you in a long time. Not since the first you met. A lustful, longing gaze. All he mustered was a nod as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, you can be in charge. Give me a night I can fantasize about in my cell." He smirked.

You giggle as you gently pull away from him. Reaching forwards to the tie on his robe. Opening it up to see his body. Making you melt on the inside. Geez, you really needed to compose yourself. Before you could do anything else. Zemo pulled it off completely. As he leaned in to get some sweet affections. But you stop him and gesture for him to lay down on the bed. Even though you did want to take him right there badly.

"Don't let this power get to your head."

"I just want you to relax baby. So I can strip down for you and hump your brains out." You wink.

"Oooh.. Say no more." Zemo chripped. As he fluffed some pillows. Getting on the bed, laying on his back. His head propped up by the piled pillows. As he stares over at you. His gaze still remains very heated.

You felt a touch shy, due to the attention you had. Turning your back to him as you slowly pull off your top. Swaying your hips playfully as you tossed the shirt to the side. Looking over your shoulder at him. As he chuckled softly and smiled at you. Before long you slid off your bottoms. Stepping out of them and kicking them away.

Soon enough Zemo was starting to touch himself. His hand stroked his full shaft. As he watched you eagerly, unable to hide his excitement for you. Which gave you more confidence and aroused. You walk over to his side. Removing your panties next to him. Before you gently pull his hand away.

"No more, baby.. I don't want you to have too much fun without me."

"Then ride m—"

"Beg.. Or I won't let you be inside me."

"Ugh..you little tease." He sighed in annoyance. Having a playful smirk worn on his face. "Please.. Fuck me til I'm dry and can't cum anymore." He begged like you wanted.

"Heh, fine. I'll do it Zemo, just for you daddy." You get on top of him and straddle him. Spitting into the palm of your hand. Soon stroking it all on his cock. Giving him a few heavy strokes. Hearing him softly hum in pleasure. Once he felt hard enough you let go. Seeing it stand up nicely, pulsing with needs. Needs to be buried deep inside your core. Which got you throbbing and a bit damp.

"Baby, help me keep my balance."

"Of course.. Here. You can hold my hands or lean over and put your hands on my chest." He said in a hushed tone.

You gave a nod as you reached to take his hands. Holding them firmly as you begin to shift your hips just right. You felt his tip up against your entrance. Biting your bottom lip as you keep eye contact with him. Slowly you sink down until you're filled. Your mouth agape as your grip tightens.

"Nnn.. So tight.." Zemo groaned in his gruff tone.

Soon you'd be hearing more of his groans. As you begin to carefully bounce on his erection. Letting soft steady moans leave your lips. Steadily you began to rock up and down. "Ahhh… fuck baby. You have such a fat cock." You whimper. Soon hearing a chuckle of amusement from your lover. You look at him with Redden cheeks.

"You're so cute when you say such perverted things." He teased you. Still letting some groans slip. Especially when you fell quicker against his hard on.

"Oh h-..mm.. H-Hush."

You really start to get into the groove of things. Bouncing and rolling your hips at a faster pace. Earning you repeated praises and moans from your lover. As this pattern of bounces grew boring to you. You wanted to spice things up. Letting go of his hands. Which made him give you a curious look. You lean over and hold onto his shoulders.

I'm seconds you begin to hump him hard. Making the bed creak loudly. Zemo gasped, his hands clinging to your hips. "Nnn! Fuck!" He growled in a heated fashion. Under his breath he began to chant praises to you. Which made you fuck him harder. Focusing on using kegels at the right moments.

"Ahhh nnn.. Baby please." Zemo uttered in a whine. As he didn't expect such naughty things from you.

"Please what? Tell me Zemo. Want me to fuck you harder? You poor horny thing." You murmur in a toying baby voice. Some sharp grunts mixed within your words.

All he can conjure is a quick nod as he stares deep into your eyes. Biting his bottom lip hard. His body tensing up here and there. While you make your skins slap violently together. Your moans grow louder and louder together. At this point Zemo didn't care if they were heard. He was only focused on you.

"You're going to make me cum.. Mmm."

"Fill me please daddy. I wanna be stuffed.!" You cry out, unable to hold back anymore. The walls of your core clamp against his girth. Coating his shaft in your juices.

Zemo gasps deeply as he yanks your hips down. Holding you firmly down against his pelvis. To be deep inside of you, filling you up. Your eyes widen as you feel his warm cream shoot up in your cervix. "Ahhh! Oh Z-Zemo.. Baby!" You cry deeply.

He forcefully holds you down for a few moments. As his orgasm soon comes to an end. His grip loosens and he lets go of you. His hands rub your outer thighs gently. Both of you pant in sinc. Bodies glisten with passionate sweat. You don't want to move, loving the feel of his softening member stuffed in you. Laying against him, you give him weak kisses.

"Mmm, I love you my sweet kitten." Zemo said between kisses.

"I love you too.." You mumbled back in a tired tone.

Zemo rubs your back gently and as he hushes you. "Get some rest. You did good. I'll definitely remember this forever." He chuckled lightly. Letting you rest against his chest as you two enjoyed every second of this.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

First things First | Jack Kline & Peter Parker

Summary; Peter sees his ex back in town. Last time she was with her brothers, but this time, she has another companion. His name is Jack Kline, and he is her current boyfriend.

Warnings; some angst, jealousy, a bit of trash talk, smidge of violence, one swear word

“You’re back then.” Peter noticed, following you as you walked through the school halls, your head down as you attempted to ignore him. But however, you knew that you couldn’t pretend he wasn’t there forever, and so you softly sighed.

Last time, you hadn’t been in town too long, only a few weeks, cases were sprouting up left right and centre in Queens, and that was enough time for a relationship to briefly brew between the pair of you.

However, when the entourage of hunts came to an end, it had only been fair to cut sweet Peter loose, you hadn’t planned to return in any soon time. And here you were, a year in a half later, back in his hometown.

“You’re eyes are quite inquisitive, Parker, or do you need to ask me to put rock salt on my skin to prove that I’m not a ghost?” You barked back, which earnt yourself a confused frown.

“What?” He asked in reply, confused by your wording.

“Never mind, you wouldn’t get it.” You dismissed, having already had the intel and advice from your brothers that two different worlds didn’t mix.

Peter was but a boy, a smart one, but for all that you were aware, he lived a mundane life. He was bullied at school, but he had a couple of friends, Ned and MJ.

MJ. She had liked Peter before you had disappeared in the impala, it wouldn’t be a surprise if the pair were together now. He had wanted to forget you, for causing him so much pain, he deserved to move on, as you had.

“What I got was that you told me you loved me, and then you went with the wind, and didn’t look back, not once.” He bit back, his statement making your body feel heavy.

It was guilt, a familiar feeling for a hunter. It often came when a life was lost by the life of a monster, and this time, it had been the same. You had taken away the happiness from your own life, you were the beast that ripped out someone’s heart.

“I did, but that doesn’t matter anymore Pete, I’m in love with somebody else. There’s nothing that I am entailed from hiding from him, no secrets, I can be myself with him.” You pursed your lips, relieved that you had got that off your chest.

“You never had to have secrets! Your family business is what dragged us down in the first place, you feel the need to follow your brothers around the world, and for what? To end up alone and unloved?”

“I love her.” Jack entered the hallway, he had been at the front office, asking about the plumbing, he said he heard a noise. It was what the victim had said before he died, and so the spawn of Lucifer was now questioning it.

Sam and Dean were downtown, at some bar, it had been where the victim had been, with a fake id, before his body had been found in the school bathroom. This left the group of you spread out, and operating around the city, wanting to find the creature that had ended the boy’s life.

Jack’s voice had been friendly, as though he were informing Peter of your relationship status. Neither of them knew each other, so he found no harm in letting the public know of your intimate bond.

The nephilim was most often than not a free speaker, he found no foul in letting his mouth run. He was so innocent, so pure, and perfect, you were pleased that you hadn’t tainted him nor gained his spite like you had with Peter.

“Jack, this is Peter. I met him last time I was around here. Peter, this is Jack, my boyfriend.” It was an awkward introduction, you held your hands together, watching as Jack held out his hand for your ex to shake.

Peter hesitantly shook Jack’s hand, lightly glaring at the boy. “It’s nice to meet a friend of y/n’s, not many that she has are her age.”

“Thanks for that Jack.” You laughed lightly, holding sweetly onto his arm, as to ensure him that he had done nothing wrong.

“We’re not friends.” Peter corrected him, squinting at you. “She doesn’t like the idea of any relationship with me, so she can pass on friendship.” He gave you one last look, before he walked away.

“Hi.” Jack saw your ‘friend’ in the hall, whilst you were questioning some other students. Peter reluctantly turned, going face to face with your boyfriend and partner in justifying crime.

“Hey.” His head briefly leant back, curious as to why the new boy was speaking to him. “Jack, right?”

“Yes, that is my name.” Jack nodded with a smile, the adorable gap in his teeth presenting itself clearly. “Have you felt any cold spots here recently, or smelt sulphur by any change?”

His question made Peter frown, he gulped and thought before he decided to answer. “I don’t know why your going around asking questions, but I also do not know why you’re dating y/n. She’ll break your heart, it’s what she does.”

“The two of you don’t sound like very good friends.” He speculated, tilting his head like a puppy dog, his bright eyes filled with curiosity.

“We weren’t just friends Jack, I’m surprised she didn’t tell you about me. Maybe there was a reason for that, you should ask her.” Peter crossed his arms, taking note of how he seemed to have angered the other boy.

The son of Lucifer was inhaling and exhaling through his nostrils, he was attempting to remain calm. But he couldn’t, his eyes seared with their golden pigment, and upon witnessing, Peter’s eyes widened and he was fast to sling webbing towards the mutant.

But it had no affect, not as Jack’s mouth opened, and a scream on another wavelength , which happened to throw the spider man backwards into the row of lockers. This was not normal, and Peter worried for the reason that you had the company of such a creature.

“What the hell are you?” Peter asked, wanting an answer so he could figure out a way to defeat him.

“I’m someone that loves y/n very much. Don’t worry, we won’t be in town much longer.” And with that, the strange and peculiar being walked away, leaving Peter stunned. For once, he wasn’t sure how he would improvise.

“You know the boy’s toilets are for guys, right?” Peter asked later in the day, as he watched you, whom was drenched in water, leave said restroom.

“I am more than aware, thankyou for that reminder Peter.” Each footstep dripped water upon the floor. That ghost had been a bitch to send off, but to your relief, you had done so.

“What are you doing here, really?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m going to be leaving tonight, I’ll be all out of your hair.” You spoke, trying to remain calm with your previous partner. “Have you seen Jack?”

“About that...” he noticed how you furrowed your brow with his words, and realised it would be better to get straight to the point. “He’s not normal, there’s something different about him. He’s dangerous.”

“I guess you witnessed something... supernatural?” He slowly nodded his head, thinking about how it could be considered as such. “Jack, he’s a nephilim, half angel, half human. That’s why I can’t stick around, my life is messy, and I have a duty to save people, you understand that, right?”

“Why would I understand that?” He hesitated, his voice stepping over his words in a worried stutter. “Angels?!” He repeated.

“Yeah, not every takes lightly to the news, and a bit of information; the majority are dicks.” You laughed, shoving your hands in your soggy pockets. “You really think I didn’t have a clue that I was dating a spiderman? I investigate abnormal occurrences for a living, it was quite easy to notice something was different about you.”

“So you look into things like cold spots and sulphur smells?” He remembered that was what Jack had mentioned earlier. Perhaps the possibility of angels wasn’t half crazy, the universe was expanding. It was certainly out there, but so was a talking, moving tree that enjoyed digital games and was experiencing puberty.

“Exactly.” You smiled, looking into his deep brown eyes, and finding some kind of peace between the pair of you.

“I think I saw Jack in the library.” He scratched the back of his neck, deciding to be a bigger person and give into the planet’s order.

“Thanks, see ya around Parker.” That expression you gave him shouldn’t have made him feel so giddy, he knew that this was another goodbye you were sending him. But the relief on your faces was beautiful.

You walked momentarily backwards, and he raised his hand in a signalled send off. He hoped that one day, he would see you again, maybe even with Blade as he killed vampires. Who knew?

One thing he was aware of was that you were happy with Jack, and that the two of you shared a life. You had an even amount of knowledge between you, and as much as Peter hated to admit it, you weren’t bound to leave the nephilim any time soon.

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[dontworrysunflower]

Merry Fucking Christmas | h.s.

a/n: i’m baaaaccckk!! lol idk it took me a while to finish this and i was gonna have it finished before christmas but then i was exposed to covid so i was little paranoid but anyway (i’m good tho). merry christmas and happy holidays!! i know this years been hard but hopefully we can make it a little better :)

warnings: drinking, angst?? idk not proof read word vomit, some language too

word count: 3.1k

also thank you @watchmegetobsessed !!

feedback/reblogs appreciated

You knew the holidays this year were going to be difficult. You procrastinated on getting gifts for your friends. Your work seemed to pile up on your desk since you got your promotion. You weren’t able to fly back home, and you still had some thanksgiving weight you weren’t able to put off.

Oh yeah, another thing. Harry was still with his girlfriend.

You met Katy, Harry’s girlfriend, at his birthday party in February. She was the epitome of ‘his type’. She had bleach blonde extensions and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. She was tall and really, really loud.

Since then, she’s all he ever talked about when they weren’t together, but when they were in the same room, boy did you want to gag.

You thought they would last maybe three to four months, you were so sure, you bet with some of your other friends.

Needless to say, you lost quite a lot of money.

You tried not to let it bother you, really. But it was so hard when Harry is the literal sweetest person you’ve met, had the voice of an angel and wasn’t bad to look at.

You felt you were the closest with Harry when you moved to London. He made you feel welcome in your little friends group. There was a little flirting game between the two of you that you didn’t even notice until one of your friends brought it up.

“Oh c’mon, it’s so obvious you like each other.” Margot slurred, her second glass clinking against the table as she finished every drop.

“What?” You asked, baffled. Your eyes were wide and your face started to heat up. “He doesn’t like me.”

“But you like him?” Ava, a friend from work, smirked at you.

You stumbled on your words, wiping at the condensation on your glass.

But since he was in a relationship now, you felt almost icky around him. You felt so uncomfortable around him that you did whatever you could to not be in the same room as him.

You were ready for the holidays, you thought. It would give you a break from constantly thinking about him being so busy with your family back in your hometown.

You should’ve known London weather wouldn’t be in your favor. It rained constantly everyday and the fog seemed to get closer to the ground every other day. The weather was getting so bad that you started working from home, the roads too wet and icy to drive on. So honestly, you weren’t that surprised when airports closed due to the weather, meaning you had to spend Christmas in London.

With Harry.

The day after flights were cancelled Harry texted on your group chat saying he could host a dinner and party on Christmas eve and everyone was invited. You watched texts from your other friends flood in, some excited vulgar words were thrown in there as well.

You never responded. Not only because you still felt weird around him for having this massive crush on him, but because things haven’t really been the same between you two.

You can’t remember the last time you had a full on conversation with him before you had to excuse yourself because you couldn’t take the ache in your chest when you were around him, and he wasn’t yours. You can’t remember the last joke he ever told you or when you went out for lunch or drinks when it was only the two of you. You were sure he noticed how weird you were around him, but never said anything, so you let it be.

As the day neared, your mind would change on whether you were going or not. You didn’t want to seem bitchy and cold on what was supposed to be the happiest and cheerful day of the year, so you thought you would go. You thought of every reason you shouldn’t go that had nothing to do with Harry, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him cozy up with his very serious girlfriend.

But there would be alcohol, so you decided to go.

•••

Hey (y/n)! Think you come over early and help me set up for tomorrow? H xx

You stared at the text for what seemed like hours, but it was only a couple seconds. Before you could even register what your fingers were doing, you tied up a quick message and hit send before you could stop yourself.

Of course!! See you tomorrow!

You hated yourself for the rest of the day. Why would you do this to yourself? You could barely be in the same room as him and some other friends. How would you survive being alone before the party started?

•••

The butterflies in your stomach have not been able to settle since you woke up Christmas Eve morning. Just the thought of seeing him made you nervous. You almost didn’t get out of bed that morning. But you pat yourself on the back when your feet finally hit your wooden flooring and moved on with your day.

Your shoulders hung low beside you as the time to meet up grew closer, the sun lowering behind you, Christmas lights and inflatable decorations coming to life as stars dotted the sky.

You sighed heavily as you styled your hair and naturally did your makeup.

You slid on your silky, tight dress and grabbed your coat and quickly made your way to your car to get away from the bitter cold.

You rubbed your hands together, blowing into them to regain some feeling before turning the key into the ignition, quickly turning the heater on, Mariah Carey blasting through your speakers.

You were about to pull out of your driveway, mumbling along to Mariah’s notes when you realized you forgot the gifts.

•••

Your shoulders were hunched up as you knocked on the white door, your foot tapping against the brick stairs of Harry’s house as you waited for him to open it in the freezing cold.

You could hear shuffling from the other side and watched the doorknob wiggle, Harry having trouble with his lock since June and still hasn’t had anyone fix it.

The door swings open to reveal Harry in his glory, brown corduroy pants and an ugly Christmas sweater under an apron that’s tied around his slender waist that you’ve always been jealous of.

“Hey, sorry, come on in.” Harry said to you before moving out of the way, a bowl nestled between his side and his arm.

You mumbled a quiet thank you before stepping in, your cheeks reddening at the warmth enveloping you as you walked through the foyer of his home.

“Mm,” he hummed as he remembered something. He puts down the bowl he had on his white kitchen counter and waddles over to you, a small curve on his lips as he wrapped his arms around you. “Merry Christmas, love.”

You hate that nickname. But you don’t. You hate the butterflies that flutter in your stomach when he says that word. You hate the goosebumps it causes you and the hairs sticking up on your neck when he says the one thing you feel too harshly for him. And you hate how much he doesn’t feel it back.

“Merry Christmas, Harry.” You mumbled into his neck, his cologne flooding your senses bringing you comfort.

He doesn’t let go of you yet, but he backs up just a little to see you. “You look gorgeous, (y/n).”

The air gets stuck in your lungs and you almost forgot how to formulate words. You hoped Harry thought the pigment on your cheeks would be from the cold because it totally was. Before it was obvious how his words affected you, you stuttered out a few words. “Thank you, you look nice too.”

He chuckled at you, the breath passing his lips hitting your neck, a tingle passing through your spine. “You don’t have to lie, darling.” He squeezed you one last time before letting you go, your body instantly becoming colder as he backed away.

There's a low hum of Christmas music playing in his surround sound system, a tall tree tucked in a corner between his burning fireplace and window looking out onto the street.

You turn your attention back to Harry as he speaks up again, his famous dimples puncturing his cheeks. “Thanks fo’ comin’ early to help me out.”

You rolled your coat off your shoulders and hung by the door, walking up to him as he moved around the kitchen. “Oh yeah, it’s no problem. Not like I had anything else to do.”

He gave you a small sympathetic smile before throwing a tray full of greens into the oven. “I’m sorry you couldn’t go see your family.”

You shrug as you run your finger on the edge of his marble counter. “It’s alright, nothing I can do much anyway.” You perk up when you remember what you’re doing here so early in the first place. “Guess that’s why I’m here, no? What can I help you with?” Your heels click as you move around the counter closer to him.

“Nope.” His lips puckered as he pushed you back to where you were standing. “Just stand there and talk to me. Wine?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you blindly nod, watching him uncork a bottle of Moscato. Your favorite.

He hands you a glass of the sparkling wine before turning back around to the dishes, prepping food of all kinds for everyone and most importantly; eggnog.

“But, you said you needed my help.”

He chuckled nervously, his cheeks reddening. From your comment or from the wine? You weren’t going to get your hopes up. “I just need some company before the party. Just stand there and look pretty.”

You try your hardest ignore the blush on your cheeks. You twirl the wine glass from the neck, watching the liquid swirl around in the depths of the glass. “What about Katy?”

He sighs deeply, opening the oven to check on the food. “We’ve been kind of fighting lately.”

You did your best to stop the grin from forming on your lips, hoping he did notice your sudden burst at the new information. They are still together, so you can’t act on anything. “I’m sorry. Can I ask what’s going on?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know really. Anything and everything. Every little thing I do annoys her and anything she does annoys me. It just wasn’t the same.”

“Is she coming?” You ask before you can think about it.

He shrugs again, shoulders hanging more than usual. “I don’t think so. She said she was staying home since she can‘t fly back to her family either.”

A silence hangs between the two of you when neither of you said anything, not really sure of what needs to be said next.

“I don’t think I feel the same way for her as I did in the beginning.” Harry mumbled, arms crossed over his chest as his hip leaning against the counter, his usually bright eyes a little darker, a little sadder.

You walk up to him and lay your hand on his shoulder, giving him a small smile. “It’s not my business but, if you really feel that way, you shouldn’t lead her on, it’ll only hurt both of you.”

Harry looks down at the floor as he nods. “Thanks, love.”

There’s a wave of silence between you again as he raises his head to look at you. You almost felt small under his gaze. Something about his crystal green eyes always made you nervous. You were scared he could see what you were really thinking.

And you also swear his eyes fell to your lips.

•••

The dinner party was in full swing now, people’s laughter bleeding in with the loud Christmas music playing around the house. Some people were dancing in front of the fireplace, drinks being refilled every once in a while.

You were standing by the counter with your friends, Margot and Ava, chatting and drinking your eggnog instead of the wine you had before the party started. You had completely forgotten about the wonderful man hosting this party, the conversation you had earlier with him slipping your mind as the drink in your hand lowered to the bottom of the glass, intoxicating your thoughts.

Even though you offered to help, Harry didn’t let you help with the rest of dinner before everyone came over, so now the food still wasn’t ready as people flooded in. You heard him say something about potatoes and that was as much as you knew of the food preparation and when you would be able to eat.

The music is lowered a bit and then a clicking sound was heard, everyone turning their heads towards Harry, who clinked a fork against his glass. “Dinner is ready!”

Everyone cheered and started making their way towards the dining room. Most people had already filtered towards the next room when a knock on the front door was heard.

You turned your head as Harry twisted the knob. You were sure Harry's face mimicked yours when you saw who was standing at the doorway.

There stood Katy, hair newly bleached and a little overdressed.

She wasted no time in wrapping her arms around him, her plump lips repeatedly marking his face with the bright lipstick.

“Oh god,” you waltzed over towards Ava, who was pouring herself a new glass of eggnog. “pass me the eggnog, I can’t stand this sober.” You pushed her over slightly and grabbed the handle of the ladle she was using, filling up your cup almost to the brim.

Ava looked at you in curiosity at your sudden change, carefully looking over at the lovely couple still by the door. “Wait, I thought you told me they were fighting.” She whispered beside you, eyes widening as she watched you gulp down some of the eggnog you just served yourself to give yourself some more.

“Guess fucking not.” You were much less sober now, on the brink of tipsy and drunk. Your words slurred, eyelids heavy, vision blurry. “Let’s go fucking eat.” You dragged Ava by the wrist towards the commotion in the dining room, almost, but not quite forgetting about the couple behind you.

•••

You’ve had four glasses of eggnog. Or was it five? But now, you stand in front of the bowl, pouring some into your glass again, making it six.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” You hear his sultry voice behind you, his tone a little sassy and annoyed, but you didn’t care.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You slurred, turning around to face him. His pink lips were turned down in a frown, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his buff arms that were constricted in his sweater cross in front of his chest. “Gonna go kiss your girlfriend some more?” You stumbled on your feet, your drink almost spilling over the rim.

“What does that have to do with anything?” His face changed from annoyance to confusion. His thumb twisting the ring on his other finger nervously.

You open your mouth to retaliate, but even in this drunk state you knew not to say anything. You chug the creamy drink, keeping eye contact with him, watching his face change again. You didn’t care.

He obviously didn’t care either.

You sighed dramatically as you finished the drink. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

•••

You had sobered up quite a bit after your little encounter with Harry, mainly because there was no eggnog left.

You realized it was for the better though, so you made your way back into the kitchen, doing your best to not stumble or bump against anything as you grabbed an empty cup to fill with water.

“I am really sorry.” You knew his voice anywhere. But it wasn’t his usual chirpy, charming voice he had that always soothed you, it sounded more sad and somber.

“On Christmas? Out of any day you chose today?” Katy sniffled, voice wobbly and hurt.

“I know but, you know we can’t go on any longer, we’ll just hurt each other more.”

“I think I'm going to head out.”

You don’t hear Harry say anything back, but the sound of the door clicking open catches your attention and you almost turn around to watch.

“I just have one question.” Katy said weakly.

You walked away before you could hear anything else.

•••

Even though you were still a little upset at Harry (For what? You weren’t sure anymore), you stayed behind as everyone left to help him clean up before you head home.

You were putting things back in his refrigerator when you heard the front door close, the light chatter and drunken goodbyes silenced by the wooden door.

You kept your back towards the door, suddenly nervous of the words that would be spoken between the two of you.

“(y/n), can we talk?” Harry’s voice was low and sultry, your knees almost gave out.

“I should um-I should get going. It’s late.” You hurry around him to grab your things and for the door, but he holds your wrist.

“Please?” He sounded desperate, and for the first time in what felt like days you looked up into his emerald eyes. There was that desperate look in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down into a frown.

You sigh and nod slowly.

He lets go of your wrist and stuffed his hands in his back pockets, his pink cheeks either from the cold or from nervousness.

“I’m sorry.” He said suddenly. “I didn’t mean to get mad and I know I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Is that it?

You weren’t going to lie, you thought he would profess his love to you or something.

“I um- I also,” he swallows and takes your hand, his rings cold to the touch. “I broke up with Katy.”

Your mouth opened for words to come out but nothing ever left your lips.

“Do you want to know the real reason why Katy and I were fighting?”

You’re still speechless, scared of the answer, even though you have an idea of what he'll say.

“I’ve always liked you, (y/n).” His shoulders rise in a deep breath. “I guess, I don’t know, I thought if I started seeing someone else it would it easier but, not being with you this past year has been hell and I know I haven’t made it any easier with being with Katy but—”

Your lips crash on his, your arms wrapping his neck, your fingers immediately tangling in his brown locks.

He stumbles back in shock but grabs at your hips, bringing you closer to his chest.

His pink lips press against yours, the corners slowly turning up into a smile, breaking your kiss.

“Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

•••

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real estate x damon albarn

THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE TYSM ANON <333

Pairing: 1998 damon albarn x reader

Warnings: none :))

Word count: 3.104

Requested by anon x

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Searching for a home to share with your partner is one of the most fulfilling yet extremely stressful experiences. To prior discussion and awareness of the reciprocity of feelings you have for one another, a mutual agreement is conformed in the idea of wanting to invest in a space where you both can start anew, and begin a segment in your lives which in hope can progress until the very last breath. From being in a relationship with Damon for quite a significant amount of time - and having him inhabit my apartment for many a year - it was quite transparent that we had both worn out the flat, to the point that it was wearing us down. To be able to start fresh, in a new space, grants the ability of us to create the life that we had always manifested together - notwithstanding the fact that we had loved where we had lived at the time, it was simply the element of growth and the need for a change between our relationship. As you get older, mature more into your thirties, simple doings like getting drunk every friday night after a long, dragging day of work and intoxicating your body with countless shots of pure ethanol, losing all ability of processing any cognitive skill, becomes more of an impediment than going out to release the burden placed on your shoulders from the entire week of pure hindrance - and not to mention the hangovers. If we had perpetuated ourselves in the same routine that had been occupied as long as the decade induced in our twenties lasted, not only would it morph a lifestyle of monotonous sadness, but it leaves no ground for the chance to mature, the chance to experience all else that this world, this life can provide. It defeats the purpose of life, as existence is never steady; it is a continuous development between life stages, and an inevitability. To not accept the philosophy of life, proves a lack of purpose in your existence. Life is fleeting from the moment a baby opens its mouth for its first cry, and to distract one’s self from the thought of the end, we comply with life as it blossoms.

Me and Damon were visiting the second home that the real estate agent had been showing us. It was beautiful; a much larger space in comparison to the apartment we had in the heart of Camden - a place where the life of the party never comes to a halt, so getting to sleep was quite a challenge some nights, as well as it being an actual house. We decided upon the fact that we should search for houses instead of another apartment as we had endured living in a one-floor apartment for years on end, and to be able to have more space where you could rest your feet, not have clutter at every corner of the room, would be a dream. As I wandered around the upstairs floor, I walked into the master room, where I had found Damon standing, gazing out of the window which conveyed the most picturesque landscape of freshly cut grass, accompanied with the sun’s glisten to allow the richness of the green pigment to blossom even more. It felt like a stupor admiring the beauty that was portrayed forth, like an over emphasised memory from your childhood, in which every little thing seemed to be so enticing, full of pure feelings of euphoria, where there had been not a care in the world for anything except your own - merely just that significant moment that had been playing out. From the repetitive reminiscence towards those specific memories, things seem to feel a little more bright, full, happy, than it had been before, as if it was your mind toying with the fact that you may not feel as elated as you were when everything had been handed to you from unconditional love and care. “What do you think of it?” I asked Damon, as I sat myself on the mattress laid on the bed frame.

His figure didn’t move from his admiration of the nature. “It’s alright,” he mumbled, just audible, before stepping away from the window and turning to face me, his back now resting against the warm glass surface. He seemed quite uninterested with the house itself, which had happened with the house we visited beforehand. All he seemed to do was pull faces or rest on the couch after looking around a couple times. “Let’s go visit the last place, see if we get anything better.” A hint of annoyance had been laced in his words, confusing me slightly. I had the urge to question him, see if there was anything bothering him, or if he had begun to doubt wanting to get a house together. The simple thought had shattered my heart a little, as if it had been trodden on by accident, though accidental pain seems to hurt the most. Attempting to brush the everlasting thought away from my mind, I nodded slightly, getting up from the mattress and walking out of the room with him.

As we reached the last property, it had only seemed as if things had gotten progressively worse in Damon’s demeanour. He walked around the building alongside me, leaving snide comments here and there about specific things that didn’t appeal to him from the interior. However, the home that had been presented to us seemed almost perfect for the both of us, a place that was created out of the utmost creativity and affection for the right couple to walk in and begin their lives together. This home was illustrated to have your heart sink into the ground, seep into the mud underneath as if it were quick sand and completely engulf your mind with it, a hypnosis so intense that regardless of the pricing you would sign any form sent your way. By having been with Damon for the past couple years, I knew him more than a reasonable amount to understand that there had been something else causing him to project such a detest towards our property-searching the entire day. There was not a single flaw in the architecture, as if the residence had been created as a welcome to Eden’s garden subsequent to your soul’s departure, except it had been built in the wrong heaven. A single step in the building had your jaw cascading to the wooden flooring, your mouth empty yet so brimmed with compliments, mesmerisation aching to escape your throat, though you could not muster any form of ability since it had been utterly hushed by the construction’s elegance that you didn’t want to damage any part from speaking, even in a mere whisper.

“What do you think of it?” I asked, my mind gaining déjà vu from the question I had repeated at every residence we had stepped forth into. We were wandering around the kitchen, which had an island separating it to the living room. It was a very large, open space, and the thought of not dividing rooms with brick walls, like the kitchen and living room, having them conjoined except separated with a countertop was very thoughtful. It removed the feeling of being trapped into such a small room, needing to wander through many doors twisting knobs and pushing the wooden frames in order to get into another corner of the premises, and made living much more free and easy. It's extremely draining by living in a space for many a year that it begins to close in on you, as if every single time you walked in it had gotten tighter, more smaller.

Turning my gaze to watch Damon wander around the living side of the room, I placed my hands on the countertop, sucking my cheek in as I attempted to think of something that may be bothering him, minus the stress of the entire house hunt we were doing today. Stress from work? Perhaps he got into an argument with a friend? Got up on the wrong side of bed? It was a pure mystery. My gaze was fixed on him until he connected eyes with me, a hand placed on his neck as his fingers grazed the back of it lightly, an attempt to relax himself. “It’s the nicest one we’ve visited,” he replied, walking over to me slowly, also scanning the large room as he did. “The amount of detail that went into designing this is mad.”

A small smile crept up on my lips as he stopped by the countertop, that now being the only thing in which dividing us at that point. “It’s perfect for us, don’t you think?” I asked quietly, admiring the craftwork that had been delicately carved into the ceiling.

“I think we should think over what we want before we make that decision,” he replied as our gazes matched once again. Looking up at him, a confused expression spread out on my face, but before I was able to speak up he had carried on. “Don’t take that the wrong way, but I don’t want us to rush into things and have us regretting something we could’ve easily thought of if we gave ourselves time.”

“We have spoken it out, haven’t we?” I questioned him, now taking a step back and folding my arms together. Everything about Damon today felt so off, the thought of him not wanting to share a place with me sinking into my thoughts again as I tried my hardest to battle it out of my mind. “You agreed that it was time for us to search for something new, together, and that’s what we’re doing, is it not?”

An exasperated sigh left his lips as he stared at the ground. At this point I had begun to get frustrated with his overall mood - this was supposed to be a fun experience together, but the feeling of him weighing the cons was more visible than his thought of the pros. “I don’t want to argue here, let’s just keep looking around.”

The build-up to the argument had seemingly debunked itself, at Damon’s command. Indeed, we carried on looking around, though this time I had decided to admire the place alone, which had been made very clear when I had pushed past him, not with much strength to cause damage, but enough to cause a point once I left the room. The upstairs floor was no different in beauty and elegance as the ground floor embodied. It would be a simple wonder to think how much time, dedication would be taken into creating such a masterpiece; it was so magnificent that you’d practically feel guilty for stepping foot inside. Glad I took my shoes off once I walked in, then.

After spending what seemed like all eternity having my eyes fixated on the embellishment surfaced all around, picturing what furniture would suit in far right corner, the middle of the room, what would hang on the wall, I headed to the ground floor, refreshing my memory of the delicacy that had been portrayed everywhere. My pace was slow, as if my mind was taking mental pictures of the palace to be able to look back in my memories for later, when me and Damon would discuss which place suited us the most. The market was quite tight at the minute, seemingly every person in the industry and in our lives growing up and deciding upon starting new chapters of their lives, which is why we were extremely lucky to be able to have such a place offered to us at the minute, surprising as it had not been taken by some conservative wanting to waste their money on a place where they probably wouldn’t walk inside. I saw the estate agent in the living room, who immediately made eye contact with me as I stepped into the room, a grin spreading out across her cheeks almost instantaneously. “Nice, right?”

“Oh, it’s absolutely beautiful,” I replied back, engaging myself in the ceiling’s artwork once again, thinking for a moment before choosing the right thing to reply. My thoughts had then been distracted from Damon’s footsteps heading towards the pair of us. He stood beside me as I gazed up at him, swallowing lightly before I knew what to say. “I think we’re going to head home and think about everything first, before we make any big decisions.” I added, my gaze never leaving Damon’s side profile.

“That’s completely alright, you have until the end of the week to make your decision, I’ll put this place on a reserve.” She replied, followed by our thanks as we walked out of the elegant building and headed home.

~~~

Me and Damon hardly spoke after we got home as I needed to finish up some work that was overdue from my job. Damon had nothing else planned for the rest of the night, so he stayed in the living room, providing no extra distraction for me to prevent any extra pressure or stress so I could be able to complete everything as quickly as possible. I overheard the television in the background, and the occasional phone ring, every call being for Damon it seemed as his deep voice followed after the repetitive rings of the phone line had come to an end. Oftentimes I envied his freedom due to his occupation being a musician, however a lot of the time his job seemed quite enclosing and tiring. Having to constantly be away from home, not being able to have an easy way of stability from the constant movement to a different country every couple of days, sometimes even every single day. Though, arriving in a new country every morning does seem quite fun.

After I had finished up all my work, I changed into my pyjamas and headed to the living room, welcoming me to the sight of Damon, who had now dozed off on the couch, his hair quite messy from shuffling around in the same spot, his skin illuminating a golden glow, courtesy to the warm light being omitted from the lampshade beside him. Part of me didn’t want to wake him due to how relaxed he looked, though I knew he would be more comfortable waking up on a mattress rather than an old leather couch. I turned the television off, quietly tiptoeing around his sleepy body, then crouched down slightly to shake Damon so he would wake up. “Come to bed, love.” I whispered, causing his eyelids to flutter open softly as he stretched his arms out unintentionally, conveying his exhaustion, a small smile spread out across his lips once he was greeted by me in his sight. Helping him get up, I allowed him to walk into our bedroom in front of me, turning the light off after we both left the room. There was no light on in the bedroom, except the shine of the moon seeping onto the bed covers due to the curtains never being shut. Once we both made ourselves comfortable under the duvet, we turned our bodies to look at one another's, Damon’s tired eyes evident due to the eyebags surrounding them, though he was more awake now after moving around a little. “I know you’re tired, but what was wrong with you today?” I asked quietly, regretting speaking as soon as the sentence had rolled off my tongue.

A large sigh escaped his throat before mustering a response towards my asking. “I’ll be honest, the houses were very nice, but I didn’t like any of them.”

“None of them? How come?” I replied, attempting not to raise my voice out of shock.

“Because I want to start this part of our lives with a house big enough for us to raise children,” he admitted, staring deeply into my eyes. “I want the perfect house for us, but I haven’t been able to find it at all, and it’s so frustrating.”

A grin spread across my face as I reached to embrace his face with both my hands. "Damon, it doesn't matter the style of the doors, how big the living room is, or whether there's two or three bathrooms," I began, allowing my thumbs to lightly graze over his cheeks. “What matters is enjoying our time together, and the lives that we'll lead together as parents, raising our children,” A large beam spread across his face from my reassurance, compelling me to give him a soft peck on the lips before carrying on. "If you can picture the house of your dreams, it isn't your dream house. Your dream house is something that you shouldn't be able to picture, something that you can't fixate upon in specific, because it carries such beauty that you will only know you have achieved, once you've got it."

“Does that apply to everything?” he asked, mumbling, his voice now soft as if the love of the moment had been seeping out of his mouth.

“I’d say so, yeah.”

“Then that means I’ve got the girl of my dreams.”

“Oh shut it you softie.”

“What? It’s true, love.”

“I can’t wait to start a family with you.” I mumbled absentmindedly, a light sigh leaving my mouth, repeating all that had just happened these past couple minutes.

“Likewise, darling,” he replied, bringing his lips to my face to kiss my temples gently, the feeling of his kiss lingering on the skin, my heart filled with pure elation and adoration for the man in front of me. “Spoke to your mum today.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, she called whilst you were doing your work so I just told her you were busy, then she decided on having a conversation with me instead,” he replied, taking a hold of my hand and playing with my fingers, his gaze focused on the action. “I love your mum.”

A laugh rumbled out of my throat. “You say that every time you speak to her.”

“Wow, I can’t believe I love your mum more than you do.” he jokingly replied.

“What?” I scoffed, a smile spread on my lips. “I never said that!”

“Well you certainly implied it.” he joked, raising his eyebrows as he awaited a response.

“Shut up, go to sleep.” I laughed, partly serious as the fatigue from all the walking we had done began to kick in my body.

“Only if you give me a kiss.”

“I just did!” I answered back, shifting my body so my back was to him.

“You’re the worst.” he replied, annoyance laced between his words, causing my smile to widen.

“Thanks, lovely.”

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What's your stance on the UnwhitewashTBB movement?

While the confusing chatter regarding the blog itself concerns me slightly (hard to tell what's true or not on this hellsite), I do sincerely understand where the movement itself is coming from.

I'll keep this under a read more since this is a bit of a hefty topic, and not everyone needs to see that all over the tags.

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I'll be quite frank here: When TCW series first came out, I had no interest whatsoever to watch it. At the time I wasn't sure why, but the character designs put me off a LOT, and I was just a kid watching Cartoon Network on the weekends when I first caught a glimpse of the clips for it... I wasn't completely aware that the reason why, was because I saw Temuera playing Jango and the Clones when my mom showed me the prequel trilogy. I recognized that those faces were wrong somehow, but at that point wasn't completely aware of the underlying racism.

Recently it took my best friend forcing me to watch the series for me to grow to like some of the characters and arcs, but I still feel the way I did back then... Only now I understand why.

It's clear the models in TCW always had a glaring design issue regarding the physical traits the artists chose to impose on a lot of their POC characters (and this is me putting it politely). The clones especially, have eurocentric features in a lot of aspects (noses, jawlines, eyes, even the hair texture...).

For TBB, I could understand some divergency in regards to Clone Force 99's overall appearance compared to standard clones, but let's face it: I'm not blind to the implications of their specific physical traits, especially when you compare Wrecker, Tech and Crosshair to one another, not just physically but in the way they behave as well...

And then there's also Omega who's supposed to be an unaltered clone, but looks suspiciously different to even Boba (I can sorta excuse the hair color, the gene for blonde hair is in Jango's DNA, but it's still clearly a very standard 'male vs female' character design choice sorta deal that we got going on in media), and Echo who after being a POW is impossibly pale, constantly has a blue tint to him, has inexplicably paler eyes (what???) and is treated like a prop in most episodes of TBB (which is honestly disconcerting). Those are not reasonable stylistic choice, that's lack of understanding on how skin pigmentation works in the face of illness (which was an issue addressed in the early days of the Overwatch fandom in regards to Gabriel Reyes's base model being an unnatural color after his "death"), and really poor writing... Not to mention pretty offensive to both poc and disabled people.

Hell, the closest we got to better physical representation in the Star Wars animated universe was in the Rebels series (Rex, Wolffe and Gregor actually look more proportionally correct, and their models more closely resemble Temuera himself which I can definitely appreciate), and even then there was a bit of trouble when it came to how PTSD was portrayed...

Sure, some of the arcs in TCW itself were good. There's at least one I had to applaud in terms of handling a really important and heavy topic (the Orto Plutonia arc). But unfortunately it doesn't erase the fact there's a lot of really poor choices that go into making TCW and TBB series. Especially with how the clones are written off as incompetent canon fodder post-order 66. It's passive aggressive in TCW, but a downright slap in the face in TBB.

Now, as a Portuguese white girl, the appearance of the clone models really doesn't affect me much on a personal level despite making me feel slightly uncomfortable. But it affects others, especially how younger audiences view themselves and those around them (kids do watch these shows and they're impressionable). And, as such, who am I to say no to positive change? I've certainly seen some people arguing personal enjoyment vs representation over and over again, which confuses me slightly... It's a bit of a game of cat and mouse in the main tags sometimes, I swear to God...

Point is: Just because it doesn't hurt you personally, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt others. I like the show, but I can see why people are offended by whitewashed designs, poorly written character portrayals, callous efforts to brush serious topics aside, and the likes... At this point pretending it's not distastefully racist isn't really gonna benefit anyone, and trying to belittle the people striving for a better representation is just really taking the time to be a jerk. Enjoy the show, just don't pretend there's zero wrong with it.

So what do I think of the movement? Power to the people who have the balls to speak up about it. Especially on an IP that now belongs to Disney.

My word probably means nothing, but I'm happy to do my part by simply drawing the clones to the best of my ability with proper proportions and skin tones. I'm not the best at it, but I'm learning... And hey if the batch are so divergent, I'll make it in the range that's actually believable in regards to their genetic coding (Temuera Morrison if you're out there I hope you never find out how many hours I've had different angles of your face slapped over my canvases to figure out how to draw these boys properly...).

#eps talks about: #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #whitewashing #unwhitewash star wars #unwhitewashtbb #personal opinion #seriously tho whats up with the blog bullying rumors? #this hellsite is constantly throwing me for a loop i swear to god