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[cozystars]

Waaaaaaaaaaaat the fuck kind of tension is this

Bonus! A personal Wapeach design - Princess Plum

[squishosaur]

the importance of body language or what have you

[gfslasher]

i cant fucking finish writing this i having crazy brain. trickster x reader pretty suggestive but not straight up nsfw i dont think. but jic.

~600 words and tried to be gender neutral

can you blame yourself, really? it’s not your fault that when you found yourself behind the curtains of his stage, you saw his figure seated on that throne… how his legs were spread out, how he held those knives in his hand, one to each finger, leaning his head onto the other…

it certainly wasn’t your fault that he had heard your rustling, that he’d looked over and given you one hell of a smile, eyes focused.. “what do you think you're doing, my sweet?”

you freeze in place, standing still. you know better, that he has nothing but dark intentions.

and yet when he crooks his finger as if to gesture, come here, your feet move almost immediately. slow and steady, you approach him on his throne, and he lets out a satisfied hum.

you can feel his eyes roam over your body, the way he looks at you almost hungrily.

“don’t be scared, jagiya. come closer.” and you do, standing inches away from him. the space between his legs starts to look so inviting, and he rolls the knives between his fingers before slipping them off and back into his sleeve.

he reaches his arm out, as if to say, let me see you. and in the moment you grow closer, he scoots forward to take a detailed look at your face as his fingers gently take your chin.

“so pretty,” he says, “or would you prefer handsome? either way, you look wonderful.” you can feel his heated gaze, and it isn’t long before his other hand begins to hover over your hip.

he gently pulls you forward, knees falling into the chair over his lap. his hand trails its way from your hip to your thigh with a gentle stroke- the other squeezes your face now, pushing your lips into a pout.

“naughty little things shouldn’t be here, you know.” he winks. the line is atrocious- you both know damn well what he’s done, what you’ve done to be sent to hell. when the spider god changed her mind and gave him his own realm, this stage became part of it.

and it’s definitely not your fault that you were here. it was the first time you’d touched the stage without someone aggressively chasing you across it.

a gentle tug, a soft kiss to the underside of your chin and he has your attention again. “quit pondering, love. i’m right here.”

“sorry-” you’re interrupted by another kiss, this time to your lips. it’s gentle, drawing you in, and you find yourself giving in, returning the kiss in the same gentle fervor. you close your eyes and you can feel him break away to nip at your lower lip before diving back in, this time rougher than the first. you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, fully tasting you. his hands are both on your hips now, pulling you further onto his lap and pressing his bare chest against yours.

your hands find his shoulders, slipping underneath the collar of his yellow trench coat. fingers meet smooth skin, just barely grazing his chains - you can feel his grip on your hips tighten as the fabric begins to fall off his shoulders.

he breaks the kiss again. “i feel generous, so i’ll forgive you this time,” he mutters before nipping your chin. he shrugs the coat further off his shoulders, and you are suddenly aware of the heat growing underneath you. he grinds his hips upward, taking the time to rave his eyes over your form again.

“just so delectable,” he continues, “it’s like she’s made you a gift just for me, to unwrap and savor from the inside out.”

[yuridovewing]

trying to get used to drawing cats again with whiteash family. will probably tweak and color these, maybe not but jic just posting the sketches

-this is not a ship that i like. this is purely for the melodrama. to review, ashfur was sore after squirrelflight’s rejection and knew whitewing had always had a crush on him, so he started a relationship with her but pressured her to keep it a secret because he still wanted squilf to come running to him. he never actually cared about whitewing and wasnt a good mate to her, despite her efforts to make it work, and finally in the middle of po3 or so, they split when white gets pregnant and she doesnt say who the dad is because she just wants nothing to do with him anymore. ashfur doesnt consider dovewing and ivypool his children because he only ever wanted kits with squirrelflight

-kinda torn on the hair but i think its fun to draw and since one of them is ashfur, i feel like it’s an obligation

-ashfur and ferncloud are twins and looked near identical as apprentices, but ash has grown scrawny and patchy.

-whitewing is like a mini cloudtail but with her mother’s eyes. also considering making her deaf here? idk tho it may add an extra level of creepiness to the way ashfur treats her thats not really necessary (hes intended to he a creep here since thats his foster brothers kid and his nephew’s best friend, just dont know how much i want to push that)

-idk when to mention this but whitewing is younger than squirrelflight in this au, squirrel and leaf were born during “a dangerous path” here and whitekit was born around the time she is in canon

-dovewing is like ashfurs colors slapped onto whitewings body. she takes after her mama a lot but she startles people with that

-ivypool has ashfur’s body type and actually resembles her grandma brightheart the most, they have the same pattern! also shes got ivy ear tufts

-dovewing and whitewing both have “wing” tufts on their back which is really clumped fur

[singeryuri]

Hi friend! I was just curious if it would be alright to make moodboards or icons relating to your selfships?

I wouldn't want to overstep or misinterpret so if there ARE some (or all) you're comfortable with being made into icons/edits, what themes would you like in the edits?

OHHH MY GOODNESS I WOULD LOVE THIS ?? I'd be happy with any of my selfships uh.. The themes would rlly depend on the ship however !! But generally lovey stuff in the character/self insert colors would b sweet :3 Vague ideas and aesthetics and vibes for a few under the cut jic I ramble

BloodDust (Tomura and Kaoru): White and red, light blue and red, royalty, devotion (especially on Kaoru's end towards Tomura). For whatever it's worth, Kaoru is head over heels and horrendously devoted to him and he loves her a lot and she's the person he trusts the most and is closest to, even when the League is still kinda rocky and less close.

ShizuVee (Shizuku and Vee): Blue and black, blue and purple, Vee's aesthetics are.. vaguely gothic lolita? which obviously contrasts to Shizuku's light, yet still frilly, blue idol aesthetic.

SilvEmu (Emu and Silviu): Black/green and pink, sour candies, Silviu's aesthetic is quite cybergoth (gotta draw them sometime just trust for now) which again contrast to Emu's whole ~vibes~

AmaTrie (Amahiko and Dmitrie): Purple and red, roses, I don't know what else to put here so ykw emojis to get my point across ❤️🏩🎆🌹🟣🍒🌆🍷🪻💌💄💜💋 does that work for vibes that's all I can think of and I'm mainly going off of colors Whatever they're silly and gay and oh so complicated and I need them to kiss already

And yeahhhhhh I don't know what else to say to help out w vibes sadly. Uwah. Esp for ships I haven't posted abt um </3 But I would ADORE any and all kinds of gifts literally anytime of any of my ships or f/os. Whatever whenever I will pick you up and hug you and spin you around and scream with happiness !!!

[chainsawworld]

Alright anyhoo

Screenshot below

[lemongogo]

i thought when you blocked someone on tumblr you wouldnt see their posts anymore :-(

[gweedwing]

introducing my possibly worst au idea yet

i really have no excuse for this it was just gonna plague me forever if i didnt draw it 

[salazarslytherin]

under the waxing moon (r.l x y/n)

requested: yes!! [could you do a young remus lupin smut perhaps? if not than cedric!! one with a marking kink, maybe!! and (fem) reader has love bites all over her and remus has scratches on his back from her yk.... and maybe the marauders notice or something cheeky like that at the end! thank u my love!!] send in your own request here!

🃛 masterlist!

cw/tw: smut, marking!kink, hickeys, oral sex (both male and female receiving), fingering, idk just sex man, basically porn without plot

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i hope you guys like it! i wasn't sure whether there were any cw/tw other than the ones listed? if you guys notice any please leave a comment or dm or smth to let me know! thanks :) ALSO i realise i use the word 'boy' a lot jic that makes people uncomfortable all the characters in my fics are of age, i just don't feel comfortable calling them men :/ anw, if you like it please leave a comment, like or reblog to help boost xx

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The door slammed shut behind you two as Remus kicked backward, not that either of you would have stopped what you were doing should the door have stayed open.

His hands were currently in one of his favourite spots – nestled under your thighs while your legs were curled around his waist, hands clinging to his neck like you were afraid he'd dissipate into thin air if you were to let go for a second.

Your two mouths moved furiously against each other, his tongue furiously dominating yours as he brought you two towards his bed, bringing you along with him like you weighed nothing.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer."

Remus tossed you onto the bed, his tall stature casting a long shadow above you as the late morning light shone through the Gryffindor tower windows, the young werewolf's smirk glowing beautifully in the bright light.

"Then hurry up and have me."

The words seemed to do the trick, breaking the trance Remus was in– scanning your body almost in a predatory fashion. It was hot. The prefect almost growled at the sound of your words, diving back down to press his lips to yours, hands by your head, impassioned by the waxing moon.

As the full moon drew closer, you found that Remus' libido would be heightened. He often drew you into empty classrooms, broom closets, once even getting you off in the Three Broomsticks during a Hogsmeade trip. But you weren't complaining. You got your boyfriend's mind off the full moon, and an – actually, several, intense orgasms? It was a dream come true.

As you were lost in your thoughts about the last full moon, Remus had found his way away from your lips, trailing soft kisses down your jaw to the sensitive spot behind your ear, sucking roughly to draw a moan out of you, and effectively, you out of your thoughts.

"Mm, you like that? Like it when I mark you? When the whole school knows who you belong to?"

Nodding, the words vibrated against your skin as Remus traveled down your neck, never hesitating to bite and suck on every last bit of naked skin he could find. Your hands had moved from behind his neck down to his button-up, detaching each one in a frenzy to see him, to feel him.

His hands did very much the same, moving down your own school shirt to unveil your bra, showing more skin as his lips ventured lower down your body towards your collarbone– his favourite place to leave a mark. Nibbling on your left collar, Remus balanced himself on his elbows, moving to grind his hard-on on your clothed crotch.

"Fuck yes, Re I need you. Please."

Your hands had landed themselves on his pants, unbuckling his belt and pants with shaking hands as the two of you moaned together. He detached himself from you for a second, both of you undressing entirely in record time before latching back on immediately, your lips melding together before the two of you had even hit the bed.

Remus' knee found itself between your legs, nudging them apart as his hands sought residence roaming your body, leaving light trails that caused shivers throughout.

One hand eventually landed on your breasts, alternating between massaging and squeezing them as you elicited moans with each movement. The other made its way down to your thighs, gripping onto them hard, sure to leave fingerprints for the next two weeks, purple reminders of this night.

Whining against his lips, you took matters into your own hands, grabbing onto his hard-on and squeezing lightly around the base, making Remus growl in return.

You began moving your hand slowly up and down Remus' shaft, your thumb spreading the small droplets of precum that had gathered, picking up the pace as the werewolf let out breathy moans, moving away from your lips to bite onto your neck.

Continuing to jerk Remus off, your other hand reached down to tug at his balls. When you felt him start to twitch in your grasp you let go, making the boy gasp as he abandoned the section of your neck he was currently sucking a hickey onto, in shock at the fact that you had pushed him so close to the edge and not let him cum.

Smiling innocently at your boyfriend, you rolled him over– an action he definitely hadn't expected and kissed him on the lips, before making your way down his body.

"Couldn't let you cum like that. I want to taste you."

⚔︎

You gave a little kitten lick to the werewolf's leaking slit, making him moan as he propped himself up onto his elbows, watching you go down on him, fascinated.

You swallowed the tip, swirling your tongue around the head and grazing your teeth softly against the shaft. Remus' hands flew to your hair, tightening his grip as you hollowed your cheeks on his member.

You answered by sinking your nails into his thighs, scratching down slightly as he impatiently push you down further, moaning out as he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You looked up at the boy through your eyelashes, lost in euphoria as he looked back down at you through hooded eyes, one hand leaving your hair for a brief second to caress your cheek, before flying back to pull your hair as you pulled off of him to swirl your tongue around his head.

Having already been pushed so close to the edge, it didn't take long for Remus to start twitching in your mouth again, the only indication of him reaching his orgasm aside from the sudden pull on your scalp.

The boy threw his head back, letting out a loud moan that you were sure would be heard down in the common room, before gripping onto your hair tightly and thrusting up into your mouth.

Ropes of white hit your throat, letting go of Remus' cock with a pop, before swallowing his seed, looking down at the boy panting beneath you.

"I fucking love you."

He pulled you down onto him, wrapping his hands around you to meld your lips against his, the two of you gripping each others' hips as Remus rolled you to the bottom again.

"Now I'm going to pound you into the fucking bed baby."

⚔︎

Remus' fingers slid inside of you without a hassle, you were so wet it was as if your body was welcoming him. He prepped you at a pace that was so quick you didn't dare to think how intense he'd be later.

Remus wasn't one to break a promise.

Your nails drew thick lines down Remus' back as he added a second finger, scissoring the two inside of you, hitting your g-spot which made you let out a small shout in response, gripping onto his shoulders with your nails.

"Re, oh God."

Your back arched off the mattress, eyes falling shut as you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as Remus drew fervent circles on your clit.

Remus watched you from above, smirking as he moved down to suck on your tit, leaving a hickey above your nipple.

A third finger slid into your hole, your walls slowly fluttering around Remus' fingers as you felt a heat begin bubbling in your stomach, your toes curling as your orgasm quickly approached.

"Re, fuck, please, Re!"

You scratched onto Remus' back, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you drew closer, until your high was denied, the nails that were gripping onto his shoulders relaxing in shock.

"What the fuck!"

The boy shot you a smirk as he looked down upon you, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe, whispering in your ear.

"You only get to cum with me inside of you."

⚔︎

Remus brushed the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your essence before pushing in, the both of you moaning at the feeling.

He pushed in further, bottoming out as you gripped onto his back, drawing thick red lines down it. Your tits pushed up against his scarred chest as he fucked into you slowly, sucking a hickey into your jaw.

Remus moved out of you so that only his tip remained, right before slamming back into you, making you moan out at the movement, his hands moving to land a firm slap on your thigh, his pace increasing every time he landed another slap. The small bits of pain mixed with pleasure, Remus' hollow slaps aiming only to arouse you rather cause any pain.

As he moved in and out of you, his hands gripped onto your thighs rather than continuing to deliver hits. He held onto them firmly enough to leave a bruise while maneuvering them so that your knees pressed against your own torso, hitting you with a new angle that caused him to brush against your g-spot with every movement, his crotch rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

Your lips found their way to Remus' shoulder, biting hard onto the skin to suck a hickey into it, biting down particularly hard as Remus' thrusts grew stronger, causing the boy to let out a guttural moan.

"D'you like this baby? Marking me up, showing everyone who I get to fuck every night?"

You nodded into Remus' neck, his own lips kissing your neck as his tongue darted out to trace the red marks he'd left behind, sure to turn a dark purple for everyone to see later tonight.

His hips moved at a vicious speed, the sound of skin on skin being the only sounds to echo around the room aside from the raspy sounds that would emerge from both of your throats, the two of you too immersed in the pleasure to make any proper sounds.

"Re. I, close."

Your walls began pulsing around Remus, incoherent moans leaving your mouth as your orgasm began to build for the second time that day, one hand moving away from your thigh to massage your bundle of nerves, his lips moving back on top of yours.

"Cum for me baby, I want to see you scream my name."

Despite his own orgasm building, Remus never faltered in his movements, his hips snapping to hit just the right spot to bring you closer and closer to the edge, his chest pushing down your knees as his hand moved to hold your neck, admiring the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the two of you build towards your climaxes.

"Such a pretty girl baby, all marked up and fucked out. You ready to cum yet?"

Nodding despite the hand wrapped around your neck, you threw your head back, your hands never ceasing in their movements to draw lines on Remus' back.

"I–fuck, yes, Remus!"

White clouded your vision as your orgasm hit you– a tidal wave followed by ripples that came in the form of Remus' slowing, yet still strong, thrusts into you, his head brushing against your g-spot with each movement which made you whine with each moment, your juices leaking out from around him, making you impossibly more wet than before, sinful sounds echoing from around the room.

"Cum for me Remus, I want to feel you fill me up."

Your hands reached out for the boy above you, pulling him down so that both your heads nestled in each other's necks. Tired from your orgasm, you were still eliciting noises as the boy moved in and out of you, him moaning as he felt your walls tighten around him with every other movement.

"Yes baby, I'm going to cum, fuck."

The werewolf moaned, muffling it by biting into your red neck, leaving yet another mark to remind you of this day. You felt hot spurts of Remus' cum hit you, moaning as a new warmth filled your hole.

The boy fell on top of you completely, his knees giving out under the ecstasy he experienced.

⚔︎

You whined slightly as Remus pulled out of you, suddenly feeling empty when he left you.

Your combined juices flowed out of you in that moment, but the sadness you felt was suddenly replaced with a shot of pleasure, the werewolf leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lower lips.

"Such a good girl, letting me cum inside her twice."

The kiss turned into a tongue, teasing at your sensitive entrance as Remus licked at the juices flowing out of you, drawing moans from your mouth that you didn't know you still had the energy for.

"It'd only be fair if my baby got to cum twice too, wouldn't it?"

Your eyes fell close again, nodding as your hands searched for Remus' body below you, trying to find something to grab, something to grip onto.

"I need to hear you darling, otherwise I don't know what you want me to do."

A smirk fell on the boy's lips, making you want to cry out in frustration as he moved away from your cunt, instead peppering kisses and sucking on the soft skin of your inner thighs, intent on marking you there.

"Fuck, Remus make me cum again."

The boy hummed against your thigh, moving away to admire a small hickey he'd left behind.

"Not good enough baby. I need to know how much you want it, I'm not here to be told what to do."

Tears welled in your eyes as you grew more and more frustrated, tired from the first round already you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching Remus much like how he watched you when you sucked him off.

"Please Remus, I need you to make me cum again. Please?"

Your bottom lip stuck out, making the boy chuckle. Another stupidly handsome smirk grew onto the boy's lips, leaning down to dart his tongue out onto your slit, flicking over your nub for a brief second.

"Of course Y/N, anything for you."

You fell back on the mattress as Remus dove back in, his hands gripping your thighs to push them apart, fingers digging in yet again to leave as many marks on you as possible.

He sucked on your abused clit, tongue darting back and forth at the same rhythm as his hands, massaging your thighs with his fingers. His mouth moved lower, drawing figures on your lips as his tongue danced around, occasionally dipping into your hole, fucking you with the appendage.

"Oh Re, faster."

The boy below obliged with a moan that sent ripples up your spine, fucking his tongue in and out of you at a speed reminiscent of the way he pounded into you mere minutes ago, two fingers moving to rub rapid circles onto your clit.

Moans grew into pants as you felt him speed up, your toes curling as your hands gripped onto his hair, pulling Remus' mouth further onto your pussy.

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm built, pushing you over the edge as your walls clenched around Remus' tongue, the boy muttering a 'cum for me' onto your lips.

You released with a shout, legs shaking as you pulled Remus' hair tightly, your back arching off the mattress as you rode out your high, Remus continuing to eat you out until you were reduced to a twitching mess.

"Feeling good?"

⚔︎

An hour after your activities, Remus walked the two of you into the Great Hall, both of you famished and ready to stuff yourselves with lunch.

You tried not to limp as you walked, and then had to brace yourself as you sat down on the wooden bench, Remus kissing you softly on the cheek as he joined you, greeting James and Sirius with a smile.

"Hey Y/N!"

Your housemates called out to you, prompting you to wave at them in return, before moving to serve yourself some food.

"Merlin, Y/N did you get mauled?!"

Peter came towards the table, dropping himself in the seat across from you.

"I–, what?"

The boy gestured towards your neck, making the other two marauders crane to see what Peter was talking about.

"Fuck, Y/N, what the hell happened?"

Remus looked down at your neck, then turned red as he realised what the boys were talking about. In the past hour or so, your hickeys had darkened immensely, covering every part of you, from behind your ears down to your collarbones– which could be seen from the undone top buttons of your blouse.

"Uh, I uh."

You had also caught on to what the boys meant, biting your lip as you looked down at your food.

Remus suddenly felt very warm, his skin heating up, rolling up his sleeves and tugging at his collar to let some cool air touch his skin.

"Oh, Moony! You really didn't have to mark her up that much you know. I think the point's been made. The whole world already knows she's yours."

Sirius chuckled and elbowed James, pointing down at Remus' arms.

"Look, I'm thinking Moony's not the only possessive one here at the table y'know."

The thick lines you'd drawn up and down the werewolf's arms still remained, and the few hickeys you'd left on his neck were small, but still noticeable.

Your cheeks heated, shifting your hair as best you could to cover up your neck. Remus let down his sleeves, shifting his collar and let out a cough.

"Moony just gets antsy 'round the full moon, y'know?"

[celestialshiranui]

OH THAT'S OKAY I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART ANYWAYS THANKS FOR THAT

MA'AM??? MA'AM WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE

LITERALLY WHY ARE YOU UP THERE YOU'RE STARING AT A CLIFF FACE AND A TREE DO YOU HAVE X-RAY VISION IS THAT YOUR VISION

[tezzbot]

Hi! I wanted to say that I LOVE your art style - it’s so cute!! I love how you draw the varying pony races so differently, I was wondering if there was any particular thought process that went into designing them? Or was it just something that sort of happened naturally over time? Either way would you be willing to share? I love seeing artists design processes! If not, ten that’s totally fine - I hope you have a wonderful day <333!

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KIND OF ASK TO GET CLAPS MY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER RAPIDLY

i Have made a similar post to this in the past but uhuhhuh i want to do it AGAIN >:] some things im gonna say are headcanons or just my general interpretations for the pony types, i dont think any of em are like. controversial at all but i just thought id clarify jic anyones like "no theyre not!!11!!1" lol

first of all THANK YOU that means sm<33

now into my convoluted horse thoughts HJGFHG i went a lot more in depth than my last one i think lmaooo

ill start w earth ponies bc they are the blueprint<3 and also my favs lol. earth ponies are naturally the strongest breed of pony, so my designs for them are more Built and stocky than the others, im not sure why i decided their heads should be taller, so both eyes are usually visible, i guess it makes them look a bit more Structured if you get what i mean? their hooves are the most exposed of the three because they use them for pretty much everything, (w some exceptions that they use their mouths for lol) for all the manual labour and stuff they need to do and just like. walking around sm uknow lol. the fur around their hooves can vary just based on how I personally think theyd style it, so for instance take applejack, i dont really think shed Do much with hers other than trim it and move on since shes very much function over form, but with pinkie pie, her fur is styled in a rounder way, honestly mostly on my part because it goes with the rest of her generally round design :P but i imagine that as a filly hers was trimmed flat since her parents seem very prim and working on a rock farm having hair in the way of your hooves which youre using to sort through probably sometimes very fine rubble doesnt make sense. and the Fun part: their general shapes, i love using the shapes in a character to signify personality and whatnot, so AJ is a sturdy workhorse whos been on a farm her whole life, shes also what i feel is a very reliable and stable presence in her friends lives so i make her Huge and rectangluar to signify those kinds of things? pinkie on the other hand is a fun loving party planner who lives in the town bakery! she also spent a significant portion of her life on a rock farm so, she's also very sturdy in typical earth pony fashion but she's also on the shorter end of my mane 6 lineup, this is bc i feel that all the pies are p short bc if theyve mined for a living (seemingly for generations) itd make more sense for them to be little to fit better into underground structures and whatnot, but pinkie herself is round and bouncy to fit her fun-loving bubbly personality! and ofc bc she LOVES all of the cakes at sugarcube corner :P

pegasi are generally the most lithe and athletic of the breeds, due to their near constant usage of their wings in everyday life. all my pegasi looka like fuckin sock puppets(affectionate) fkjdgfd uhh because it makes them feel way more aerodynamic to me, like if youre gonna be going at any kind of Speed up there youre gonna need the least amount of wind resistance possible, this is also why theyre generally the shortest type of pony, less animal for those little wings to heave around lmao. their hooves are completely covered in fur because i wanted to make them look soft, as if they actually could stand on clouds, their hooves are the most delicate of the breeds as theyre not Really designed to be on the ground at all, but they can build up a tolerance over time! ive sort of been playing with the idea that fluttershy's hooves are very slightly visible bc of her line of work? idk tho lol. pegasi ears are the shortest of all the breeds for aerodynamic purposes and theyre very fluffy on the insides to prevent unwanted stuff getting in while theyre in the air :] the fluffy feathers can also appear around the sides of the pegasi's heads n the amount can vary SHAPES!! rainbow dash is pretty obvious, shes small lithe and her head is flat as a pancake, snout All Forward, no extra feathers her wings are longer, more pointed i guess, shes a speedster!! she needs to be Smooth and little to be as fast as she can be >:P and for fluttershy, shes shy and more into herself, she can be quite awkward so to show this her snout is turned down and more curved, shes also fairly tall and gangly for a pegasus, she has fluffy feathers around her head and her wings are more round and fluffy, theyre shorter than RD's but theyre wider, better built for gliding than speed i guess

unicorns are honestly Fully like. ornamental physically. theyre pretty shitty at most physical activities but thats because they become reliant on their magic for most everyday things, they all have a pointed snout to exhibit that fact too lol some are curved some are just straight up triangles just based on what i think their vibes are lmao. their hooves are mostly covered in fur with the exception of the fronts which shows off the fact that theyre cloven, its sort of a half and half kind of situation with it half being because i wanted to it to look kinda decorative but also it could be because that, They Are on the ground at all times like earth ponies, Unlike earth ponies however, they arent built in a way that favours the sorts of manual labour that EP's would be used to, again, theyd use their magic for anything like that. their horns vary slightly in size and shapes, my thoughts behind this dont make a lot of sense but in my canon, the better a unicorn is at magic, like the more powerful, the longer and thinner the horn, so unicorns like rarity who only use their horns for stuff like levitation or like sunburst just arent That gifted in the magic department their horns are thicker than those who can do more advanced magic or just have stronger magic innately ilke starlight have thinner and longer horns, whether a unicorns horn is curved or not has no bearing on their like. magical ability its just a stylistic thing on my part so no trixie isnt shit a magic bc her horns bent LMAO. also their tails are. theres a word for it hold on. is it prehensile?? icr but its the shit where its like a cats tail but w mane-like fur on the end, these also vary in length and thickness those are also vibe based lmao. their ears are the longest of the breeds and they have curled fur on the insides of em, they can be rounded or pointed on the top. i dont rlly feel like i need to explain rarity shes pointed and neat all over like youd expect a prissy, wanting to seem upper class unicorn would be, i made her on the fatter side because i feel like its fitting, and also both of her parents were that way too, i feel like it could be genetic too

alicorns were kind of difficult to like. 'deal with' ?? i guess because having to combine all three of these things i had set rules out for was kinda difficult but, i just kinda wing it lmao. so with celestia and luna (while im still working on their designs) we dont really know how they originated but i sorta landed a sort of a stereotypical alien-like design for them? ig its bc theyre like. sort of foreign and different to their subjects?? whereas with twilight shes just a very recent alicorn and so her body is still adjusting to the features she gained by aquiring earth pony and pegasus magic so the differences are more.. obvious i guess?? but with her Base being unicorn those traits are the strongest in her design, and i havent drawn cadence yet but hers will be in a similar way but since she was a pegasus first her pegasus traits will be more apparent, but as shes grown more than twilight she'll be in sort of a transitional look? thats closer to celestia and luna's alicorn specific design i guess? flurryheart's design, i was kind of just thinking she was entirely just a fluffy alagamation of all three breeds rather than just immediate alicorn, i guess because since she was born an alicorn, her genes weren't entirely sure of what to do since she's the first natural born alicorn but as she grows she'll take on the alicorn shape? or not idk lol. alicorns in general uhh their ears are REALLY big versions of their base forms' with traits from the other two breeds obv, and their their horns are Long since alicorn magic is more potent and therefore just naturally more powerful so. long horn. their hooves are what their base breed's looked like but, again, with the others features their tails are prehensile(?) like unicorns but the mane like hair that comes off of it not only comes off the end but extends the full way up the bottom of the tail uhh idk if i missed anything but thats. p much it i guess!!

with combo babies like the cake twins, i just kind of mash the two species together in a way i think looks best lol like they both have the structured earth pony heads but pound has the long pegasus snout and pumpkin has an upward turned pointed unicorn snout and their hooves are more exposed like an earth ponies :P

ANYWAY. SORRY LONG POST LOL

[kazuumii]

𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨

tw/cw: smoking marijuana, smoke, coughing (don't know if that counts but jic), sharing bong with three people including bakugo

i didn’t know how to end it so it’s really shitty and kinda confusing

y/n quietly made her way out of her dorm, she had a draw string bag that had her bong, weed, grinder and a bottle of water in it, luckily the bag was made for smoking so it was smell proof and held everything in pockets so they didn't bump against each other. she headed towards the staircase because she wasn't taking any risks of waking her sensei and her classmates by going to the elevator. there was at least two flights of stairs that she had to go down until she got to the common room, she had to take a few seconds to try to close the heavy creaky door as fast as possible but as quietly as she could.

bakugo was awake, drinking a glass of milk when he heard the staircase door close, he furrowed his eyebrows and walked to the end of the kitchen and leaned in the doorway. he saw the girl with the drawstring book bag attached to her back trying to sneak out, so he spoke, "where do you think you're going at this hour, pipsqueak?" his voice was gravelly, making the poor girl quickly turn around in fright almost giving herself whiplash. it was obvious she was holding her breath like it would help her but she exhaled, "jesus christ bakugo! what the fuck! don't do that!" she harshly whispered to the male. "answer my question, pipsqueak. where do you think you're going at this hour? huh?" bakugo repeated. "i was just uhm.. going to get some fresh air." y/n lied, "liar." bakugo called her out, "now tell me the truth."

"why do you care?" y/n asked, "i don't. you just look real suspicious." bakugo bit back, "so you could either answer me or i could go get aizawa, your choice."

y/n rolled her eyes and huffed, "since youre so worried about where i'm going how about you come along." y/n started to walk over to the door that would let you out of the building. Deciding that he should follow her just in case something happened and he would get blamed for not waking aizawa up. He huffed as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his night pants, he followed behind her as y/n walked on the sidewalk going to the direction of the cities park that was surrounded by the woods. Bakugo huffed for what seemed like the fourteenth time making y/n stop and turn around to face the male, "you huff one more time and ill beat you with a stick until your dead, and walk beside me instead of behind me because you look like youre about to kill me."

y/n turned back around and started with her pace again and this time bakugo was on the left side of her walking in unison with y/n's stride. They arrived at the park but instead of stopping at a bench or table y/n walked toward the woods, confusing bakugo, "where the fuck are we going?" he questioned her, "youll see when we get there," y/n replied. Bakugo scoffed but trusted her as it seemed she knew where she was going, deciding it would make sense where he fell back behind her and followed her.

"Have you snuck out of the dorms before?" bakugo asked but then winced when he realized that it was obvious that she had, "i'm not going to answer that because i know you just realized that its quite obvious that i have." y/n stated

After walking in the woods for about fifteen minutes bakugo seen a light, it looked like a lamp post with an opening around it, there was concrete ledges and ramps that were covered in graffiti, it was an abandoned skateboard park, well it wasnt really abandoned since there was a few people skating, it just seemed it was forgotten about since where it was located at. y/n walked into the glade made of concrete a couple of males got up from sitting on their skateboards truck and dabbed her up, "wassup man." she greeted each of them, she noticed one of the males look at bakugo, "this is bakugo, he decided to tag along with me." y/n explained to the males.

"Yo wassup man nice to meet you, I'm mazikin but you can just call me mazzi." one of the males introduced himself as mazzi before holding out his hand so he could dab bakugo up, bakugo collided his hand against mazzi's dapping him up, "welcome to the delinquents club man, names treyvon but you can call me big t." big t introduced himself as well, dapping bakugo up.

"Delinquents club, huh." bakugo repeated what big t welcomed him to. "Yeah, this is where the rejects and delinquents hang out." y/n explained to bakugo.

"So which one are you? A delinquent or a reject?" bakugo asked the female, "both." y/n replied as she walked towards the curb as she took off her bag and sat down. Bakugo followed along forth. y/n loosened the top of the bag and pulled out her bong, the bowl, grinder, and the jar that held the flower. The street light was bright giving y/n the light she needed to see. y/n grabbed the plastic water bottle and filled the bong where the water belonged, bakugo stared at the bong as she prepped it, it looked like shes been doing this for a long time and it had just become second nature to her. y/n put the bowl into the hole where it was held at a certain degree, she then grabbed her grinder and opened it to where the pre-grinded weed was and started to pack the weed into the bowl. She then closed the grinder and put it down and picked up the bong, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her lighter and lit up the bowl and sucked in for a few seconds before pulling the bowl out so she could get the rest of the smoke out before putting the bowl back in and passing the bong and lighter to mazzi.

"I didnt know you smoked." bakugo said, "theres a lot of things that you dont know about me bakugo, mostly because we arent friends." y/n stated to the male. "Right." bakugo forgot they didnt hang out, he thought that since y/n hung out with mina and mina hung out with the rest of the bakusquad as she hung out with y/n at the same time that meant that they were technically friends but he guesses not.

"You want a hit?" y/n asked bakugo, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Will it affect my performance?" bakugo asked, "nah." y/n replied

Bakugo nodded and took the bong and did the steps that y/n did but it was a mistake on bakugos end because he couldnt even pull the bowl out before he started coughing, smoke puffed out from his mouth as he violently coughed, y/n giggled a bit taking the bong away from bakugos hand pulling the bowl out and sucking the rest of bakugos smoke out of the bong before lighting it up again so she could take her turn. By the time she was finished her turn bakugo had calmed down his coughing. "Sorry i wouldve warned you if i knew you havent smoked before, since you coughed a lot youll be high out of your mind, so ill be here for you." y/n apologized to bakugo, mazzi and big t didnt snicker or make fun of him, they just minded their business and enjoyed the high that was hitting them, by the time the bong came back to y/n there was one hit left and she took it and then started to pack the stuff away back into the bag and then pulling the strings to close it. y/n looked up, the stars were visible tonight, no clouds covering up the balls of gas, bakugo grabbed onto y/ns hand entwining his fingers into hers, y/n reciprocated the gesture, she didnt mind that his hands were overly sweaty, because she was there for him through thick and thin.

[boyy-wonder-grayson]

Seven

Pairings: JJ x Reader

Warnings: angst kinda, mentions of abuse.

A/n: this is my first time writing for jj so hopefully i did some justice. This is based on the song Seven from Taylor Swift, ever since i’ve heard that song i coudln’t stop thinking how much it fit jj, so i tried to write something for it. Feedback is always nice, sorry for any mistakes and thanks for reading! (italics means it’s in the past jic)

*pics mine*

The warm breeze blew among the tall trees, signalling that summer was already settling in North Carolina. The two little kids were running around the woods, trying to find the tallest tree in order to climb it, much to their parents chagrin and warnings to be careful. They didn't care, they were young and full of life. Their laughs echoed through the empty lands, not a soul could be found in the deep end of the woods. They both have heard stories about this part of the town, about how the ghost of an old witch haunted those places, and how she enjoyed tricking kids into following her for them to never be seen again, but they didn't care. Not while they were together.

Seven year old Y/n and JJ ran across the dusty trails that led to their favourite spot under the biggest tree in the island. It was an old oak tree. According to her father that tree has been there for as long as he could remember, he told them that the three was there when he was a kid too,so it was probably a really old one.

A few years ago Y/n's father had set up a swing in one of those trees so the kids could play. Competitions were held against each other. Who would be the one to reach the sky when swinging? It was JJ. Of course he was the one who would always win. Y/n was scared of swinging too high and not being able to come back down. It was a stupid fear,but nevertheless she never tried to beat him. She liked the way he smiled when he came down from the sky smiling triumphant when he realized that he had won yet again.

"You need to go higher Y/n! You can even see the creek from up there!" JJ would beamed at her, but the girl would always shook her head no, too scared to fall, too scared to be able to come back down, but JJ always reassured her that it wasn't like that and that if she were not to come back down, he would simply go up with her. 

"Cross my heart and hope to die" he'd said placing a hand over his heart. The girl would smiled and do the same. She loved her best friend.

She snapped out of her trance when her mother called her name. She was supposed to be cleaning her room when she found an old picture of her and JJ under that oak tree. They were probably eight. Both with big smiles, she was missing a few teeths and JJ's hair was blonder than ever that summer. She smiled fondly at the picture letting it take her down to memory lane, only for her mother to interrupt her. She sighed putting the picture down and throwing the box aside, going downstairs to see what her mother wanted. She didn't speak too much during dinner that night, too engrossed in the memories of her best friend. She went back upstairs eager to see what else was inside that old box she'd found at the back of her drawer. Before going upstairs she poured a glass of sweet tea her mother had made earlier that day, she took a sip and sat down on her bed and started rummaging through the box and found an old drawing from JJ:

'Love you to the Moon and to Saturn'  she read at the bottom of the drawing. She smiled remembering how did they came out with that phrase.

JJ grabbed a red pencil and finished drawing what was supposed to be a dragon. The girl laughed at her best friend idea of a dragon and picked a blue pencil to finish the sky she was painting. Her mother looked at the kids fondly from the kitchen, she was preparing something for them to eat. Sandwiches and sweet tea. JJ's favourite. 

"What's that?" She asked pointing at a weird circle in the boy's paper. 

"A planet duh" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What planet?" She asked genuinely curious awaiting for the answer.

"Saturn" he said nonchalantly. For some reason JJ was obsessed with astronomy at the age of eight. His favourite planet was Saturn. He'd said that it was the coolest planet because it was one of the biggest and also his rings were super cool.

"And what about the other planets?" She'd asked forgetting about her own drawing.

"There not there because they're not as cool as Saturn" he answered with confident. "Like me" he added.

The girl laughed a little making the boy laugh too. 

"You're so dumb" she said laughing harder now. 

"You're dumb!" He retorted for lack of a better come back. "I'm the coolest, just like Saturn" He'd said smiling proudly. 

"Nu-uh you're dumb, but I you're my best friend and I love you" she'd said a little shy this time. It wasn't rare for them to be affectionate with each other but she was always shy while sharing his feelings unlike JJ who was loud and boisterous.

"You're my best friend too and I love you more" he'd fight her. Making the girl frown. It also wasn't rare for them to compete with each other about every single thing.

"No! I love you more! I-i love you to the moon and back!" She screamed proudly knowing that she had won this time, but JJ was quick to shut her response down.

"Well, I love you to the Moon and to Saturn, which is way further, so I win!"

The little girl shut her mouth, not being able to say anything this time. He had won, again.

Y/n put the drawing down and picked her phone up, snapping a picture at the phrase and upload it on her Instagram. She then looked for JJ's profile. They were following each other, even though their friendship was taking a break of sorts, they still kept in contact with each other once in a while. A 'hope you're doing okay' text that would lead to mindless conversation every few weeks was all that they had now. She didn't mind though, relationships were strange.

She smiled when he saw that he had liked the picture. She put her phone down and kept looking inside the box. She found an old pirate eye patch, it was from Halloween when they not dressed as pirates.

Y/n's mother had finished applying the last touches on her costume while JJ wait patiently on the couch, admiring his plastic sword. 

"Done!" Her mother said letting the nine year old take a look in the mirror. The little girl laughed when she saw how cool she looked with her eye patch and her pirate hat. Her white shirt was underneath a red jacket while JJ wore a blue jacket over a white shirt too. Both looked adorable as pirates; her mother did not understood the sudden obsession the kids had about pirates, so when her daughter told her she and JJ wanted to go trick or treating as pirates she didn't think twice before making two costume one for each kid.

JJ's mother had been gone for a year and the kid had been not himself lately. It was hard to live a life without a parent, but it was harder when the only one left wasn't a good one. 

Y/n did not understand much about what was going on inside the Maybank residence so she didn't ask. Her mother explained to her how things between JJ and his father were a little rough now that his mother was not in the picture anymore. She explained that Mr. Maybank needed JJ to stay home a little more now than before and that even though the girl didn't like not being able to play all day with her best friend she nodded at her mother's explanation and didn't ask any questions.

It was one of those rare days were Mr. Maybank was in a good mood, so he allowed JJ to play with Y/n in his backyard. His good mood didn't last too long. After a call, in which his father let a string of curses come out of his mouth, the little boy sighed knowing that when his father was in a bad mood nothing good could happen.

"I think your house is haunted" Y/n said one day after JJ dragged her into the woods. They were walking towards the oak tree when she spoke.

"What do you mean?" He asked looking at her confused.

"I think your house is haunted" She repeated "my dad and I were watching this show about ghosts, and the man in the show said that his son was always angry and that it was because they had a ghost inside their house. So you must have a ghost too!" She said making the boy look scared. 

"I don't have a ghost in my house, that's stupid" he said annoyed.

"But the man in the TV show said that, and it was just like your dad. You always tell me that he's angry, and that you always hide from him because he'd yell at you. Maybe he's possessed or something?" The girl asked with genuine curiosity.

"I...I don't know, maybe you're right!" He said thinking it through. "I don't want to have ghosts in my house,I don't like them" he said trying not to show how scared he actually was. Luckily for him she didn't notice.

"Well you can come live with me! And we would have sleepovers every day! And my mom would help is built a fort and everything!" She said jumping up and down with enthusiasm. "And then you wouldn't have to hide anymore, because we don't have ghosts in my house" she smiled proudly at the fact that a supernatural creature was not living in her home.

Y/n smiled sadly at the memory and how innocent they both were. She wished  that she would still had that innocence that would protect her from the horrible truth about JJ's father. She found out a few years later when they were both fourteen. He didn't mean to tell her it just happened.

Black and purple bruises covered the boys chest, leaving little to none skin left uncovered. Y/n wanted to cry and the sight of her best friend. She wanted to scream,to punch something, someone. But she knew that whatever she'd said she would need to be careful. JJ was a ticking bomb that was about to explode at any given moment. And he eventually did, but not in the way she thought he would. No. He cried in her arms that night, revelling how truly awful JJ's father was. How much of a piece of shit that man was. A coward actually,to beat his son up because he could. She couldn't understand how someone as sweet and genuine like JJ, could go through something like that. She held him until he cried his eyes out. Until he didn't have any more tears. And he told her everything.

"Maybe we could run away" she said in a whisper looking at the boy laying on her bed. He was looking at the ceiling, not showing any emotions,but turn his head around when she spoke.

"What?" He asked.

"I said, maybe we could run away. Leave Outer Banks" she repeated with conviction, which made JJ chuckle.

"Yeah? And where would be go?" He asked amused at his best friend proposal. He would be lying if he said that the idea sound promising but they were fourteen, no real job,no money. How the hell would they achieve something like that?

"I don't know. India" she said smiling a little, that made JJ chuckle.

"Why India?" 

"I don't know, we were talking about it today at school and it sounded cool" she said laughing.

"Okay, well go to India then" he said pulling her closer to his body and cuddling her. Her head rested on his chest and she could hear his heartbeat. It was calmer than before.

"I love you JJ. To the moon-"

"And to Saturn" he finishes for her kissing her forehead before they both fell asleep embracing the other.

Y/n wipe a tear that fell from the corner of her eye.  She didn't realize how much she missed JJ until now looking at the old photographs inside the box. Of course she missed him but right now it fell as if she figured it out that she missed him more than she wanted to admit.

She sighed and looked at the hour. It was half past two, she picked everything and put it back into the box that once again went to sit at the back of her drawer. She opened the window letting the faint summer breeze enter the room. She climbed into bed after changing into her pajamas. She was too focused on her on thoughts that she didn't hear the knocking on her window. The second time she did. She got up frowning when she saw a figure outside of her window.

"JJ" she breath out not believing that her former best friend was now standing in front of her. 

"Hey" he said a little awkward. It's been two years since they actually saw each other face to face alone. He didn't know what came to him to leave his house and walk all the way to hers. But he didn't regret it after seeing the look on her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a small voice, trying to fight the smile that was slowly making its way into her face.

"I... honestly don't know" he chuckled scratching his head. "I just-i saw that picture you put on Instagram and I just, I don't know I wanted to see you, I guess" he didn't know why he was being so honest with her. Maybe it was because he missed the way he was around her, or how she made him feel safe enough to speak what truly was on his mind. 

"I'm glad you came" she said shyly "but my mom is probably gonna kill you if she see you here."

"Your mother loves me, I don't know what are you talking about" he said nonchalantly.it was true,her mother loved him like a son. 

"You wanna come in, or are you gonna stay on the other side of the window all night?" She asked the boy. He entered her room, and looked around. Nothing changed that much over the last years. Her bed was still in the same place,the colour of her walls was still that pale blue he always liked, and the only different thing inside that room was her. She looked different, more mature. More beautiful that JJ remembered. 

He stood awkwardly in the middle of her room while she positioned herself in the bed.

"Are you coming or what?"she asked as if it was obvious that he was supposed to join her in the bed. JJ was surprised at how chill she was with the situation. I guess nothing has really changed.

They spent a few minutes without speaking. Both looking at the stars on her ceiling. They were glowing. 

"I'm sorry it took me so long to come back, I just- I wasn't having the best of times" he admitted ashamed.

"It's okay I understand" she said softly turning her body so she was now facing him. JJ did the same.

"I guess i was scared" he didn't seem to mind how the words kept coming out of his mouth. 

"Of what?" 

"Of you not feeling the same way that I did for you. That I do" he confessed. 

"You're always been a dumbass JJ" she said smiling brightly at the boy. "You know my mom always told me that you were in love with me since we were kids, but I refuse to believe her."

"You should have, your mother's wise" he said moving closer to her. "I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out, but when I saw that picture o couldn't just not do anything. I needed to at least be honest with you. You've been my best friend since forever and I owe you that" he said caressing the girls face. The look on his face was painful. Y/n could see the vulnerability underneath the strong facade that he would always put up. She could see the sincerity of his statement and the love that was hidden inside of him, trying to come to the surface but not being able because of his fears. She knew he was scared to drown himself in the love he was feeling. JJ was so full of love for everyone, even for the one who had wronged at some point. He didn't have malice in his bones. 

She grabbed his face and pulled him for a kiss. An innocent little kiss. 

She smiled before she said: "I love you to the moon"

"And to Saturn."

[neonstarz]

u asked 4 questions 4 fired egg n i came w far 2 many!! if u don wana do All of dem, u can pick n choose ^w^ (dis iz from da list i liked jus b4 sending dis!): 12, 13, 16, 20 (esp da last question on it), 22, 25, 26, 34 (jic i draw her again yk), 38, 44, 45.

12. What is their favourite food? 

she really likes tuna!! yknow those little snack pack thingies where a can of tuna and a tiny plastic spoon and some crackers come together in a little package? that's her favorite food on earth. bacon also likes it so its very convenient

13. What is their least favourite food?

fried eggs! she doesn't like the consistency or the taste and so many people have been like “lol u must love fried eggs” that shes like know what no. i fucking hate fried eggs. die. 

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

i don't know if this counts but she collects some of those coffee creamer packets the diner puts out on tables and on Friday she drinks them all its like a little reward for getting through another week

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 

fried egg doesn't really like musicals but she does like music !! her favorite genre is metal :-] she likes dancing but like, that fucked up dancing you do alone in ur room where ur just jumping around. she tends to do that if shes alone or if shes in public shell like drum with her fingers like dads do on steering wheels

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 

she will insult ANYONE anywhere any time for any fucking reason. she likes calling people pissbabies. fried egg is good with confrontation and is not afraid to call someone a dick to their face but she also enjoys a good private gossip

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 

she is pretty funny!! i have never really understood the “what do they find funny” question like idk man ?? what does any teenager on the internet find funny 

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 

she goes like >:) a lot. she is not a super expressive person tho and like its kind of hard to tell what mood shes in most of the time. she doesn't actively suppress her emotions, when she ran away she promised herself she wouldn't lie about herself and how she felt, but she just naturally isn't very expressive. 

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 

if you tried to make her in the sims 4 you would put muscle at 0 and body fat at center. actually i think im gonna make her in the sims after this. she is a short queen and only 5′2. fried egg doesnt like absolutely LOVE her body she has dysphoria but she does think she looks cool and is attractive. she doesn't have an all consuming self hatred shes just kinda :-/ about a few parts

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 

she doesnt admire others heart emoji /jj ok uhhh she likes people who are like upfront about their feelings. she doesnt like it when people wont speak up for themselves. she likes people who are trustworthy and can be held to their word. she wishes she wasn't so hotheaded

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 

she rlly likes fall!! the vibes are so cool and fun to her and halloweens her favorite holiday and its nice and cold so she can wear her emotional support hoodie. its also when her chosen birthday (the day she ran away to like . be her own person and shit) is!! november 2nd!

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

other peoples perception of her is pretty spot on theyre like “why is this evil feral child living in this diner hello” and fried eggs like “hi im an evil feral child and i live in a diner”

[this-sapphic-paradise]

For Sam: Dear person I like, For Lena: Dear Dad, For Kara: Dear girlfriend (by that, I mean Lena jic lol) hopenos vers u fired up!! Im also working on my writing and I'm stuuuuuck

Send me one “Dear—” and I’ll write a letter to this person

So, I’m choosing to writing the one for Lena, because I can draw from canon to write it and that’s what I prefer :x

Dear dad,

So much has happened since you passed… and not a single day goes by without my wishing you were still by my side. I miss you, and I always will, but… there are so many things I wish I could ask you! Why didn’t you tell me I was your real daughter? Why didn’t you tell me details about my mom?? What kept you from doing those things?? Was it Lillian??

See? Without you here to answer my questions my mind starts spiraling. I can’t help but let my mind go to the darkest places: was Lillian involved in my mother’s death? Were you?? 

Lillian is all the family I have left with Lex being in prison. She says she loves me, but she’s blinded by hate, and I can never know what’s real and what’s not when it comes to her feelings. I try to believe there’s still good in her, but she’s betrayed me time, and time again. I can only hope that when we reach whatever ending fate has in store for us, that I’ll be able to keep her from losing her soul.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this letter… I guess I’m hoping writing these thoughts down will make it easier for me to deal with them…

Despite the omissions, I love you, dad. I hope you’re in peace.

Love always,

Lena. 

[benrleeusa]

Perceptions of Justice: Continuing the Conversation on Managing Perceptions at the ICC

Patryk Labuda joins JiC again with this response to Mark Kersten and Carrie McDougall on the Prosecutor of the International Criminal Court’s meetings with ‘unsavoury’ leaders and managing perceptions of the ICC. Patryk is a Hauser Global Fellow at New York University. His article kicking off this conversation can be found here.

ICC Prosecutor Fatou Bensouda meets with President of the Ivory Coast, Alassane Ouattara in July 2013. (Photo: Getty Images)

I want to thank Mark Kersten and Carrie McDougall for their thoughtful responses to my post on the ICC’s meetings with ‘unsavory’ leaders. I’ll begin by underscoring that I agree with much of what Mark and Carrie say in their posts. Both make compelling points about the need to engage leaders with questionable human rights records, while drawing attention to several issues that received insufficient attention in my original post. Many people on Twitter have also weighed in (see here, here and here), adding nuance to this debate.

In this post, I would like to address three themes emerging from the various responses: how much transparency is necessary, whose perceptions matter, and where to draw the line between the good, the bad and the ugly. I hope my response will add clarity to any remaining points of disagreement, while fostering a more informed debate on what, admittedly, is likely to remain a divisive topic.

Meetings and Confidentiality

The first point that bears emphasizing is the symbiotic yet fraught relationship between the act of convening such meetings and the subsequent release of information (including images) about those meetings. I initially saw these two issues as distinct, but the longer I thought about it the more I realized that dissociating the image from the meeting is not quite so simple. In other words, the image may be the whole point of the meeting, and I think Carrie’s post does a good job of highlighting the resulting tension.

Indeed, these meetings may in some cases be less about the substance and more about the photo op. In that sense, while I sympathize with Mark’s plea for more transparency, I tend to think, per Carrie, that diplomacy often requires secrecy. I am not sure there is anything wrong with diplomatic confidentiality per se(and I include ICC diplomacy under that rubric), although I agree that we should be attuned to the risks that Mark identifies in his post, in particular: what does the ICC do if photos are leaked in bad faith? I am not sure one can craft a solution to all these dilemmas, but I do think we need to give more thought to the relationship between meetings and images. This brings me to the next question.

Whose Perceptions Matter?

It is clear that meetings between high-ranking ICC staff and governmental leaders can serve desirable ends. In addition to cooperation or universal membership, the ICC can try to improve its difficult relationship with the African Union (AU) and build support for its work among African states. Carrie praises the Prosecutor for leveraging her status as a Gambian to correct misconceptions about the ICC in Africa, while underscoring that Bensouda was only doing what the ASP had asked her to do. Intriguingly, Carrie also suggests that Bensouda was encouraging “African leaders to give more thought to African victims, rather than focusing on alleged African perpetrators.” On Twitter, Stephen Lamony echoes this argument, noting that I and others may simply be making assumptions about what victims want.

I find this critique unpersuasive. Admittedly, I have not carried out surveys of victims to ask whether they appreciate photos of ICC staff smiling with their alleged tormentors. Maybe it is true that, in some cases, victims perform a hard-nosed cost-benefit analysis and end up embracing a realpolitik vision of the ICC, where the Prosecutor and other Court principals have no choice but to engage with dictators to advance the overall cause of justice.

But it is certainly odd to hear these consequentialist justifications based on rationalist cost-benefit theories of ICC behavior from victims’ advocates and people who often argue that the ICC is above politics. Suddenly, the ICC must do politics because engaging dictators is for the “greater good”? In Carrie’s words:

The Prosecutor has been a vocal and ardent public proponent of accountability and almost always puts victims first in her public messaging.  Why would anyone see the photo of her and Kagame and assume that the meeting was about anything other than encouraging Rwanda to support the international criminal justice project in some shape or form?

Not only is the burden of proof reversed in claims implying that everything the ICC touches necessarily advances victims rights, I would go further and argue that Carrie’s overall argument unwittingly answers the underlying question about whose perceptions really matter: the primary audience for ICC meetings with ‘bad leaders’ is the international community. In justifying meetings with the likes of Kagame as a form of rapprochement with the AU, the reality is that we are privileging perceptions of the ICC among African and world elites. While I agree that the ICC performs a cost-benefit analysis of such meetings, those who assume that improved perceptions of the ICC among elites result in a better overall climate for the Court’s work, and that this in turn benefits victims, bear the primary burden of proving that convoluted and consequentialist claim about causality—not the other way around.

Drawing Lines between the Good, the Bad and the Ugly

The most compelling critique of a non-essential contacts policy for the ICC is that drawing lines between good, bad and ugly leaders is simply unfeasible. I agree that this is a real dilemma, but a few observations are in order. It is worth emphasizing that most everyone will intuitively agree that there is such a thing as an unnecessary photo. Reactions to my initial blog post have varied, but Mark correctly points out that Luis Moreno-Ocampo’s infamous London photo with Museveni was “an unambiguously bad idea.” Likewise, I think very few today would approve of the Prosecutor posing for a smiling photo with Bashar Al-Assad of Syria. Maybe some would try to justify holding such a meeting in absolute secrecy, but surely a smiling photo is too much for even the most unwaveringICC supporter?

This brings us back to the photos that triggered this conversation. Mark argues that “[t]he Prosecutor and her team surely make some form of cost-benefit analysis prior to accepting or convening these meetings…” and that they are “certainly aware of the allegations facing these leaders…”. I am not sure this is quite so simple. I think the very different reactions to my original post highlight that twenty years from now someone like Al-Assad could potentially pose for photos with an ICC Prosecutor, and many people would no longer remember why this is so utterly unacceptable.

The point is not to compare Al-Assad to Kabila, nor is this the place to dissect Kagame’s human rights record. But we must bear in mind that people like Kagame make it something of a personal mission to whitewash their troubled pasts. Would it ever be ok for Al-Assad to pose for such photos if twenty years from now Syria is a reasonably well-functioning state? I fear human memory is too short, and it is our duty as human rights activists and scholars to remind people why some things are shocking in the first place.

The point is that there is a difference between Bensouda meeting Kagame or Kabila on one hand, and her smiling for a photo with Muhammadu Buhari, the Nigerian President, on the other. Although formally they occupy similar positions, these people are not in the same risk category. Carrie is critical of the non-essential contacts policy, but I think we need to focus less on the analogy with indictees and more on how a policy (or whatever we call it) can mitigate some of the risk associated with meetings of this nature. Here, I would reiterate that there is a real difference between secret meetings and a photo for all to see. Maybe an official policy would make it easier for the ICC to decline photos in certain circumstances, and thereby ease the diplomatic awkwardness of doing so? Another interesting idea floated on Twitter was to designate other ICC principals, for instance the Registrar, to represent the Court in particularly fraught meetings. Maybe photos with the Registrar would cause less reputational damage to the ICC?

Conclusion

I do not know the answers to these and other dilemmas. The reality is that there may not always be a straightforward answer. I think it also worth acknowledging, per Mark, that the ICC has become much better at managing perceptions in the past few years. That said, we should not assume that the ICC has mastered this art (last week’s video of Prosecutor Bensoudabuying into the deeply troubling rhetoric of ‘false news’ seems to underscore this point). These are inherently difficult questions and there is value in dialogue. If nothing else, I hope theseposts will have started a conversation within ICC circles, even if that conversation remains confidential and we never get a full blown non-essential contacts policy.