#⋄ — face claim. 「 desiree. 」

[dollsahoy]

If we're going to talk about Mattel sculptors, I have to bring up Hussein Abbo

Brandy! Goddess! Mbili! (Desiree's face is really cute, it just ended up too big for her head in the playline dolls 😑)

I have also seen an old press release that said he sculpted Shani, Nichelle, and Asha.

Now, I, personally, happen to think that Nichelle has a lot of design elements in common with Mackie, which I also think has a lot of design elements in common with 1987 Skipper.

I have also seen the claim that he sculpted Generation Girl Blaine.

If he did sculpt all of those, then he may be my favorite Barbie sculptor

[avidfics]

Moving On

summary: Soccer player abby finds out you're going on a date and is unhappy about it.

warnings: possessive abby; slightly mean; fluff; some suggestive content; kissing; thighs

a/n: happy new year! this is me manifesting a buff woman for 2024

abby let out a grunt as she pushed past a defensive player. There were only a few minutes left of soccer practice but she still had the energy to continue for another hour. Her team was in a good groove, the sun was out, and her girl was stopping by to chat after practice. She took a split second to squint against the sun to scan the crowd of spectators, and a wide smile broke across her face when she saw you, her girl, watching the practice by your parked car. 

She might’ve begun going all out now that she knew you were watching. In the last minute, she helped her team gain another point. “Damn, Abby.” One of her teammates gave a sly look. “Trying to show off for your girlfriend or something?” The rest of her teammates laughed along. They knew you and abby weren’t technically an item, but everyone knew abby had claimed you and she didn’t see a need to correct them. “Nah, no showing off is necessary. My girl already knows I’m the best player on the field.” Her team playfully booed her off the field, as she grabbed her gear and jogged over to where you sat overlooking the field on the back of your pickup truck. 

abby didn’t know if she was an ass or tits person, but when it came to you, she loved whatever piece of skin you showed for that day. And today? You wore skimpy gym shorts that had magically crawled up higher on your legs because of your seated position. The damn shorts were so tiny it exposed the flesh at the top of your thighs. She licked her lips as she desperately tried not to imagine taking the fat of your thighs in her rough hands and squeezing them, kissing them to discover any sensitive spots. 

Luckily you hopped off the truck bed to greet her and she didn’t have to be distracted by the thought of plush thighs. “Great practice, abs!” You threw both arms around her bulky form in a hug and abby took full advantage, circling your waist and spinning you around. Her core tightened when your giggle sang out. 

“Get a room!” The playful jeer is called out by her approaching teammates. “Y/N if you’re unsatisfied by abby and ever want to try another soccer player you just let us know.” You laugh at their exaggerated wink, not seeing abby shoot a hard look at her friends.

Without saying anything, she slings her arm over your shoulder, curling her body into yours in a possessive hold. Your checks flame at the intimate attention. “Please, we’re just friends. She gets enough attention from her fan club.” Even as you try to deny what’s obvious to everyone else, abby’s other hand starts to play with you in little ways that make your thoughts scramble, playing with the hoop of your earring, tugging on a piece of your hair, leaning her head against your head as if suddenly very tired. 

You clear your throat and hope no one hears how loud your heart is beating. If it beated any faster you’d need an ambulance. “Actually, please wish me luck, I have a date tonight.”

The silence from the once rowdy group is deafening. Scarier is abby’s sudden frozen movements. 

A timid “Congrats” from a teammate is sharply interrupted by the jarring laughter coming from abby. Her once warm presence leaves your side to pace in front of you. Her restless hands running over her ponytail, taking it down, and creating a tumble of hair onto her broad shoulders. “Is this a joke? Because you’ve been funnier.”

You straighten at the outlaudish way she’s questioning your approaching date. “This might be a shock but some people actually consider me desirable and want to date me.” For months you’d sent hints of your desiree for more to abby and in response she’d continue to keep you at arms length. The rejection, combined with the countless girls she actually did fuck, had finally pushed you to your limit so when a girl from another college asked you out, you gave in and said yes. 

Her teammates left the escalating sitation in a noiseless retreat. Leaving only you, with wobbling knees, and a very pissed off team captain.

“People?” Narrow eyes make you advert your eyes. “You got a whole roster of people fucking you that I don’t know about?” Before you could stop you pushed at her chest, eyes wide in outrage. 

The rebuff seemed to clear abby’s mind because an apology immediately floods out her mouth and she takes several deep breaths to clear her red vision. 

Her kinder expression and domineering approaching steps causes you to retreat till your back is flush against your truck. abby’s entire frame blocks you in but she only give an impish smile as she takes both your hands within her grip, playfully yanking them behind her back. “Obviously I know you’re hot as fuck. That’s why I’m so concerned. Just tell me their name and I’d feel alot better about letting you go.”

Like you’d fall for that.

A small chuckle falls from your lips as you pull your hands away and scoot from under abby to get into your car. “abby you’re not ‘letting’ me go anywhere. I’m grown and your not getting their name to cyber stalk them. This is my date and what I decide to do with whoever is none of your concern.” 

As you settled into the driver seat, abby began to panic as the feeling of control slipped out of her hands. She stopped the door before you fully closed it and yanked it back open. “Let me at least drive you to the restaurant.” she pleaded.

“None of your concern.” you sang as you moved to push her out the way. But before you could, a hard hand gripped the back of your neck and roughly brought your lips to hers. The shock kept you still as a statue but abby didn’t seem to mind as she took charge and sensuously moved her lips against yours. You could taste the remaining sweat from practice on her lips. Before pulling away she gave a quick swipe of her tongue against your bottom lip and gave a final goodbye peak to your still wet bottom lip. “You’ll always be my concern. Good luck on your date.”

[infinizero]

Ok so

There is this trope about ghosts not reaching maturity until they've been ghosts for several centuries

There is ALSO the trope that ghosts fight as a sort of way to communicate

With the power of these two tropes combined-- I give you this strange headcanon:

Ghosts become mature adult ghosts after 500 years.

Danny and his usual troublemakers are all in the same "daycare".

He's just the youngest + most unique ghost so they like playing around with him the most. In other words, it's the ghost version of older siblings ordering their younger siblings around

As far as ghosts go,

There are blobs, ghost animals, shades (those are ghosts as we know it) and ghosts (aka Infinite Realms Beings) etc etc

The blobs and etc are, well, blobs and etc

But ghosts need a while to fully grow up and be considered adult

And so, if these ghosts are children, they need guardians or caretakers at the daycare right?

Correct

Baby ghosts are under the care of the nearest authority (Ancient or Leader or etc etc)

Except baby ghosts usually stay near where they were born and Danny and Co just so happen to be near Pariah Dark

Pariah Dark is asleep

But Fright Knight is there!

Except Fright Knight is also sealed

And it's one thing to wake up the ultra powerful megalomaniac tyrant kinda parent figure but not really you're supposed to have and another to drag your oldest adult sibling out of their room to touch grass

In other words, the surrounding authorities just went eh the babies can contact fright Knight if anything happens

But then Danny defeats Pariah and inherits his authority

So he technically becomes the caretaker of baby ghosts in the area while being the youngest baby ghost himself

Hence the other ancients visiting and *playing* with him to see if it's ok to leave the babies with this other baby

And since they're ghosts who don't have human guidelines or morals, decide that since he's that strong it should be fine to leave it alone

Besides he has Fright Knight! Good 'ol Frighty will definitely help out this new baby kid ghost with doing everything!

Meanwhile, Fright Knight waiting for Danny to come claim the crown and ring: ...

Cue Danny's rogues coming up to him to show him shit they accomplished

Youngblood : Phantom look at this cool baking soda volcano that spews out real lava!!

Danny: It does WHAT

Youngblood: Look!

Danny: NO

Ember: Hey Babybop wanna listen to the new song I wrote? It compels humans to start cults based on my name!

Danny: Ember, no

Ember: I think you mean Ember YES

Skulker: Ghost boy I have skinned an alien and brought you a pelt turned into a coat

Danny: ...you did WHAt

Skulker: It is nearing winter time and one must always be ready for winter time

Danny, having an existential meltdown after seeing his parents and Vlad get it on together: Desiree what the actual fuck??? Did you do????

Desiree: I merely fulfilled a wish

Johnny: Hey Phantom look we got matching tattoos to celebrate our anniversary!

Kitty: Wait what did you just say?

Johnny: uh, we got tattoos for our anniversary?

Kitty: ...our anniversary is in TWO MONTHS. THAT was for my DEATHDAY.

Johnny: ...oh shit

Danny, about to soup them both: Man, get good

Lunch Lady: Phantom have you eaten your proteins today?!

Danny: uh... Yeah?

Lunch Lady, already throwing meat at him: EAT MORE

Danny:

Box ghost: WITNESS! THE GREAT BOX MECHA!

Danny: oh come on seriously

And on the other hand,

Walker, dumping ten piles of paper in Danny's room: Phantom, here are the latest forms that need revisions

Spectra: What do you MEAN you're not allowing me to open a beauty salon in order to dig into other girls' insecurities and maintain my own beauty?! That's why it's called a beauty salon!!

Cujo and Wulf who are both the best boys and favorites, with smug faces:

Fright Knight still waiting for Danny to accept the ring and crown:

Plasmius: What the heck is this weird feeling my ghost side keeps making me feel??

Plasmius: is it... Is there perhaps a ghostly way I can adopt the little badger??

[coldbronzemoon]

Danny Fenton, Totally Mortal Hero Consultant (DPxDC)

Snippet for an AU I'll probably never fully write where Danny takes a job as a consultant for the Justice League to help with ghost and demon bullshit. It's a pretty good cash flow to help him with college, after all, and very flexible hours.

He just claims all his knowledge comes from his parents. Unfortunately, the JL has caught word of the elusive yet active hero Phantom, and want Danny to help them meet and assess him. Whoops.

Over the phone, Tucker sighed. “Good Christ, Danny, why do you keep doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything,” Danny said immediately. He winced at the vague sound of screaming below. Demons sucked. “I didn’t know the JL thing was gonna have me finding Phantom. How would I? They were talking about tracking down powerful ghosts, I was assuming Ancients!”

Tucker sighed again, which was really quite unfair of him. “Mhm. Well, Fenton Catcher?”

“Probably not. They know me pretty well at this point, and unlike what Sam says I can be professional. I’d confuse them with the… uh…”

“Stoner shtick?”

There was more screaming happening, but judging from the pitch it was a demon screaming this time. Danny checked the situation. Yep, demon getting their ass kicked. He didn’t need to get involved with a blaster. Yet.

Instead, he scowled at his phone. “Stop calling it that.”

“You’re gonna tell me flanny Danny wasn’t a pitch-perfect stoner, huh? With the chill vibing and the dopey look?”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, bud.” 

The sound of a clacking keyboard that had underlined their conversation stopped. “But seriously, Danny, what the hell are you gonna do with this?”

“Uh, lie, probably,” Danny said, because it was very likely.

“Alright, smartass, what are you going to do when that lie backfires on you like literally every other one does?”

“That’s when I start gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing, babe.”

He had a hard time hearing Tucker’s distant groan of “Why am I still your friend?” on account of the sudden explosion. Danny checked again. Hm. Demon dude had a nasty fire thing going on.

Danny switched on his Fenton water gun—holy water included!-- and shot the demon in the face. They let out a cracking hiss of rage, but dropped the fire spell thing. He waited for them to stop looking around wildly for the culprit for a moment. 

He went back to the call. “‘Cause you loooove me, Tuck. From the bottom of your twice-dead heart.”

“Unfortunately,” Tucker deadpanned.

Danny just cackled. It was lost amongst the sound of supernatural bullshit below.

“Anyway, I’m still figuring out my plan A, honestly. Might bring in gray-man?”

“Amorpho’s an asshole, though. He’ll ruin the whole thing by taking the opportunity to shift into a JL member for a bit.”

Hm. True.

“Yeah, but he’s the main guy I know with that power set.”

“Ask after Desiree?” He could hear the immediate distaste in Tucker’s voice. “Ugh, pretend I didn’t say that. That’s worse than Amorpho.”

“It’s awful,” Danny agreed easily. 

Desiree was actually pretty alright nowadays, mostly on account of Danny remembering the last couple minutes of Aladdin and wishing she could refuse wishes she didn’t want to grant. That had made her happy enough to stop actively picking fights. 

Unfortunately, spending the entirety of one’s afterlife twisting the wording of wishes to their worst form made it hard to stop being an asshole. Who knew! So getting Desiree to split him in two for like a week had a 50/50 chance of fucking up his work relationship with the literal league of superheroes irrevocably. And this was his main cash flow right now.

So, no Desiree, no siree.

“Come up with something better then, asshole.”

Danny hummed and, since the heroes below were focused on the demon, lifted up a little and did a thoughtful back flip. What to do, what to do…?

Oh!

“My cousin!” he exclaimed.

“What cous—? Oh, Ellie.”

“Yeah, Ellie, Tuck. Which other cousins do I have?”

Tucker scoffed. “You literally have that whole Nightingale thing going on through your dad?”

Danny couldn’t help the face he made. The remaining Nightingales were worse than his parents somehow. “The Nightingales don’t count.”

“You can’t just say they don’t count.”

“I can say that, actually, and I will. They’re, like, cousins through my great-great-great-grandpa anyway.”

“Isn’t there a fight going on over there? Should you be shooting someone?”

 “Yeah, probably.”

He peaked down through the window once more. The heroes must have gotten the first demon to leave while he was talking, because the horned demon fighting them now was a truly unfortunate shade of yellow-green instead of purple. Or maybe it had transformed for some reason? They had it about as in-hand as the other one, though, so Danny definitely didn’t need to go down there. He shot the maybe-new demon in the face real quick.

“Anyway, Ellie can totally help out, she’s been practicing with changing up her looks. She’s also more, uh, malleable than me, what with her situation and all. Looking fully like Phantom shouldn’t be hard.”

Tucker hummed. “She’d try to embarrass you though.”

“Yeah, that’s a problem.” Danny spun in place. “I could bribe her?”

“With what? Her life doesn’t involve needing much cash.”

“She doesn’t get out to the Zone very much. Not many of the inhabited places, anyway. I can promise her the weird apple things Dora’s been growing with Sam’s help, she loved those.”

“If you think that’ll work…” Tucker trailed off dubiously.

Danny laughed. “She’s annoying sometimes, but she’s not gonna fuck over my job if I ask her not to. I’ll just bribe her extra hard for resisting the temptation to mock me.”

“Fair enough.” The clacking of keys resumed. “I’ve really gotta pay attention now, someone’s trying to stop me from getting into this database. Someone half-decent, actually, did they upgrade? Hm. Make sure no one died, yeah?”

“They’re alive. Bye, Tuck,” Danny said, and ended the call.

He shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket and made his way down the stairs. The fight outside he had been stationed for was basically over—Captain Marvel and Green Lantern (Danny was pretty sure he had accidentally learned the dude’s actual name at some point, but hell if he could remember)—had pulled out the magic restraints one of the other consultants had handed out.

That had probably been Constantine. Ugh. Constantine. Dude could stand to lighten up a little; skulking and smoking all the time wasn’t the base state of someone enjoyable to be around. Then again, Danny knew he annoyed the shit out of some of the league with his own attitude, so he maybe shouldn’t talk. But at least he was annoying with a smile!

Case in point: Danny grinned at the heroes. “Got it handled?”

“Suppose so,” said the Green Lantern, “though a little more help would have been nice.”

Captain Marvel was too busy getting in a minor tussle with the demon to say anything either way.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m like, pretty mortal,” Danny said. “I’m not fucking with demons right where they can hit me. And I did shoot him!”

Green Lantern rolled his eyes, but admitted the point. Danny cheerfully flipped him off anyway.

“I’ll be heading out, then, the hellmouth this guy crawled out of is like three miles away.” Captain Marvel said, hauling the handcuffed demon over his shoulders like a very angry backpack.

“Oh, one more for the road!” 

Danny hit the demon with a final water gun shot. Hissing and scrunching their face like a cat, the demon tried to lunge at him. It wasn’t very successful. Weirdly non-verbal for a demon, who usually had to talk to make deals and steal mortal souls, but Danny wouldn’t judge. Might be a minor demon. A really basic imp? Who knew.

“Stop being a little bitch and you won’t get spray-bottled, asshole,” Danny chided.

With a loud laugh, Captain Marvel sped away.

[heauxvibez]

warning: none, just somethn' cute :)

Hello..

You shelter my soul You're my fire when I'm cold I want you to know

You had me at hello..

"Oh my," my breath hitched as he strolled into the room. The clothing he had chosen was so simple: a plain grey T-shirt and a pair of black sweats, but they clung to him so well, accentuating every muscle of his athletic frame. His hair was in a messy bun, slightly frizzed at the top, yet it added to his effortless charm. My heart still managed to skip a beat at the sight of him. It was odd enough that even in what seemed to be his most comfortable state, this man could still draw me in. I could only imagine what he looked like when he was well put together.

I couldn't help but notice the bright smile he wore on his face as he took a seat on the couch next to his cousins Josh and Jon. I mirrored him, softly smiling myself while looking away, trying to conceal the sudden rush of emotions.

My best friend, Desiree, and I sat on the bar stools at the island of Jon's kitchen. We nibbled on a shared bag of popcorn that she had thrown in the microwave for us before the food for our small gathering arrived. The warm buttery aroma filled the room, mingling with the excitement of the evening.

Desiree had met Jon a few months ago, drawn in by the wrestler. Their connection was palpable, Jon always invited her as his plus one to all of the WWE events. Their budding relationship had them attached at the hip.

Meanwhile, I found myself unintentionally becoming the third wheel in their dynamic duo. It wasn't by choice; Desiree often insisted on bringing me along, claiming it was the only way she could enjoy the company of her two favorite people. However, for me, it often felt like a form of torture.

Sometimes, Jon would invite his brother Josh to attempt to keep me company. However, our interactions weren't always smooth. Maybe it was Josh's smart-ass remarks or the constant smirk he wore, even when delivering jokes that fell flat. Whatever the reason, I couldn't shake the feeling of irritation whenever we were together. Gosh, I couldn't stand him.

"What's wrong?" Desiree asked, pushing a small piece of her hair behind her ear, she had noticed my sudden change in demeanor. I bit my bottom lip, subtly nodding my head in the direction of the beautiful stranger.

She followed my gaze, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"Ohh...," she chuckled. "That's Joe."

"He's fine as hell," I admitted, stealing another glance in his direction. My acrylic nail found its way between my teeth, a telltale sign of my nervousness.

Raising her brow, Desiree popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth, thoroughly entertained by my reaction.

"You into Joe the giant?" she teased.

Blushing furiously, I brought my head down to stare at my French-tipped toes, feeling slightly called out. My shoulders lifted into a small shrug, unable to hide the fact that I resembled nothing short of a lovestruck teenager at that moment.

"You want me to call him over here?" My head shot up quickly.

The idea of that man coming over here seemed somewhat terrifying. He had such a commanding presence; it was almost intimidating even sharing this space with him.

"What? No!" I whispered loudly, almost choking on a popcorn kernel as my heart raced in panic.

"Girl, hush," Desiree shushed me, waving me off before boldly calling out, "Yo, Joey!"

His neck turned sharply, his gaze locking onto us before he playfully rolled his eyes. As he stood from the couch, a ripple of nerves shot through me, tingling my skin. He sauntered over, his movements oozing confidence, licking his lips in a gesture that my me hot.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, his arms flexed tantalizingly, drawing my eyes to the intricate patterns of the sleeve tattoo that adorned his skin. It was hypnotic, and despite my embarrassment, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from him.

"I told you to stop calling me that," his voice was a rich baritone that took me by surprise. The combination of his rugged appearance and velvety voice had me at a loss of words.

They shared a fake angry glance before erupting into laughter, embracing each other in a side hug.

"How have you been, Joe? I haven't seen you since I kicked your ass in Uno," Desiree gloated, her competitive side taking over even in casual conversation. She had a knack for card games that bordered on uncanny, leaving most opponents, including myself, in the dust.

He chuckled, the sound resonating through the room and sending vibrations to my knees. Thankfully, I was already seated; otherwise, I would have found myself on the floor or on my knees.

"I wasn't ready that day. I was still suffering from a little bit of jet lag, but I'm ready now," he explained, his tone laced with playful defensiveness.

She shook her head, dismissing his excuse with a playful smirk. "Nah, you ain't ready for this work, Joey boy."

A small laugh escaped my lips as I watched their banter, but as Joe's gaze flickered to me, his lips curved into a small smile, and I felt a blush creeping up my brown cheeks.

"And who is the beautiful young lady?" he inquired, his eyes lingering on me with an intensity that almost made me shy away.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say a word, Desiree, ever the chatterbox, beat me to it.

"This is my beautiful, very single, amazing best friend, Evie. Bye!"

Before I could even muster a glare in her direction, she had already hopped off the stool, joining Jon and Josh on the couch, leaving Joe and me alone in a charged silence.

"Hi..." I whispered, my voice betraying me as I struggled to maintain composure under the penetration of his pretty brown eyes. Every inch of me felt submissive in his presence, any bit of confidence left evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

I hadn't known him for more than five minutes, yet his smile, his laugh, his voice — everything about him — had me melting on the inside. How was he doing this to me?

"Hello, Evie" he smiled, and as soon as he said that, I knew he had my heart.

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Something soft and sweet for my girls who love cute shit :)

Tags: @harmshake @southerngirl41 @spritelucozade @empressdede @alichesmi

[bunnysrph]

Hello, could you guys possibly give some FC suggestions of African American women ranging from late teens to mid twenties, thank you so much for your help!

below are some  AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMEN face claims, in their LATE TEENS TO MID 20s. they are listed in alphabetical order, with their birth years && ethnicities. those in bold are my personal recommendations. please  LIKE / REBLOG  if you find this useful.

alanna arrington (1998, african-american, swedish, german && czech/slovak)

ajiona alexus (1996, african-american)

alyssa "latto" stephens (1998, african-american, irish, german && welsh)

amandla stenberg (1998, african-american, danish && greenlandic/inuit)

bailey bass (2003, african-american && belarusian)

bella harris (2000, african-american && mexican)

china anne mcclain (1998, african-american)

chloe bailey (1998, african-american)

coi leray (1997, african-american, puerto rican && cape verdean)

desiree ross (1999, african-american && unspecified other)

diamond white (1999, african-american)

gabriella "h.e.r." wilson (1997, african-american && filipino)

halle bailey (2000, african-american)

helena howard (1998, african-american, english, irish && german)

iman benson (2000, african-american)

jaylen barron (1997, african-american && mexican)

kiana ledé (1997, african-american, mexican, irish, scottish, swedish && norweigan)

kyliegh curran (2005, african-american, african-bahamian, english && irish)

lameka fox (1998, african-american, irish && italian)

lee rodriguez (1999, african-american && mexican)

lexi underwood (2003, african-american && italian)

lori harvey (1997, african-american)

lovie simone (1998, african-american && ghanaian)

madison pettis (1998, african-american, irish, french && italian)

marsai martin (2004, african-american)

nia sioux (2001, african-american)

quvenzhané wallis (2003, african-american)

rachel crow (1998, african-american && unspecified european)

sarah jeffery (1996, african-american, first nations && english)

shahadi wright joseph (2005, african-american && african-trinidadian)

skai jackson (2002, african-american && african-honduran)

sofia richie (1998, african-american, greek, english, scottish && irish)

sofia wylie (2004, african-american, korean, english && german)

storm reid (2003, african-american)

summer walker (1996, african-american && english)

sydney park (1997, african-american && korean)

tati gabrielle (1996, african-american && korean)

willow smith (2000, african-american, african-creole-barbadian && african-creole-jamaican)

yara shahidi (2000, african-american && iranian)

zendaya (1996, african-american, german, irish, english && scottish)

[ao3feed-macgyver2016]

Palmful of Sunlight and Promise

Palmful of Sunlight and Promise https://ift.tt/oujDALW by OrionLady Mac knows he won’t make it out of this latest abduction alive. Not with experimental chemicals being pumped into him in horrific doses. The hallucination wearing Jack’s face—who claims he never died—has other ideas about that. (Touch separated by inches is the greatest torture of all.) Words: 4107, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English Fandoms: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis, Matilda "Matty" Webber, Wilt Bozer (MacGyver TV 2016), Desiree "Desi" Nguyen Relationships: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Angus MacGyver & Matilda "Matty" Webber (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Presumed Dead, Fix-It, because Jack is not allowed to die on my watch, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Broken Bones, Crying, Hallucinations, cognitive impairment, Psychological Torture, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Dissociation, Guilt, Abduction, Starvation, Families of Choice, Found Family, Adopted siblings Riley and Mac, Affection, Tenderness, Confessions, Salt and Light, Jack and Matty co-parent Mac, i don't make the rules, Reunions, copious feelings about Jack's leather cuff, I somehow managed to avoid writing for this fandom for eight years, and got sucked in by one (1) gifset, as the great YouTuber Rachel Maksy would say: ain't that just the way

[dre4ml4nd-st4rlight]

Gothic Lolita Ball Joint Doll Alter Pack Req by anon

So close to finishing up the first batch I was requested - ty again to the Anon who sent them !!

**｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

「 ✦ Base ID ‘ s ✦ 」**

╰┈➤ names : Onyx , Charlotte , Darla , Desiree , Aro , Nephele , Arlen(e) , Pandora , Genesis , Chaos , Void , Eclipse

╰┈➤ ****Pronouns : it/its , she/hers, he/him , they/them , goth/goths , ei/eirs , shi/hirs , hy/hymm , seer/seers , moon/moons

╰┈➤ Titles : The Watcher of Voids , The Dark ⌞ title of royal status I.e queen/king, prince/princess, duke/duchess ⌝ , ⌞ prn ⌝ Dark Desire ,

╰┈➤ Genders : agender , voidgender , eclipsegender, moongender , lacedollic , “ Mostly void, partially stars “ - lexic ,

╰┈➤ Orientations : aroacespec, demiromantic, moon-attraction , bisexual lesbian ,

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ other id ‘ s ๋࣭⭑ ꩜ ˎˊ˗

☾ Cis - doll ; ball jointed doll , void being , soul-less , sorcerer , ageless , gothic lolita , apathetic , creature , singer ,

⟡ Trans - human , living , soul thief , seamstress , transage ; 12-17 + permateen , quotian ; Onyx embodies the quote “ Mostly void, partially stars “

ᯓ★ 「 ✦ Roles + Alter Functions ✦ 」. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

anxiety processor , existential distractor + processor , spiritual alter , caretaker ,

Nepheles role in the sys is to process and distract from existential dread of any sort- as a being from the void, goth has no vear of the vastness of the universe and what lies beyond. They help everyone settle and calm down. They do so primarily through visualization and spiritual means (meditating, cleansing). They will, when necessary, confront the source of stress up front ( if it is a person, Nephele will be very clear and concise with how the person is making the body uncomfortable and tell the person they need to stop lest goth removes the body from the situation. They will also confront objects / concepts, distract from any embarrassment or anxiety doing so may have. Seer is always ready to tell a very eerily dark and scary space that it is rude and uncomfortable and that it has no power over the body)

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favorite colors : blacks + greys , silver , purple , green , blue , white

likes : dolls , reading , classical music , cute dark aesthetics , fantasy , the moon , being in nature , spiritual practices ( researching , practicing themselves ) , Gothic fashion , Lolita , psychology

dislikes : silence

seer has a goal to become a human, gain a soul, and shed their ‘divine moon god’ identity.

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── .✦ Photos + Aesthetic hoard

face claim

Aesthetic hoard

[crossbordernarratives]

Instagram Model Forced Followers Into Sex Work, Kept Them As Slaves

Former Brazilian model and US-based wellness influencer Kat Torres has been sentenced to eight years in prison for the human trafficking and slavery of women, after an FBI investigation found that two women living with her had gone missing in 2022.

Women who claim that they were also trafficked and enslaved by Torres have spoken out about their harrowing experience living with her. Talking to BBC, the women claimed they were attracted to her rags to riches story as she went from living in an impoverished Brazilian neighbourhood to partying with Hollywood stars.

Torres, who was once rumoured to be dating actor Leonardo DiCaprio, also claimed she could make predictions using her spiritual powers and was a common face on reputed Brazilian TV shows.

“She was on the cover of magazines. She was seen with famous people such as Leonardo DiCaprio. Everything I saw seemed credible,” the woman named Ana told BBC.

Torres' former flatmate, who shared a home with her in New York, told BBC that her Hollywood friends had introduced her to a hallucinogenic drug called ayahuasca. It was through the use of this drug that she reinvented herself as a life coach and hypnotist.

Soon, Torres developed a wellness website and subscription service that promised customers “Love, money and self-esteem that you always dreamed of.”

She also created self-help videos offering advice on relationships, wellness, business success including hypnosis, meditation and exercise programmes. She offered one-on-one video consultations for $150 that would solve "any of their problems."

In 2019, Ana moved to New York to work as her Torres' live-in assistant. Escaping a violent childhood and an abusive relationship, she moved alone to the US from Brazil and was studying nutrition at university in Boston.

The work required her to look after Torres' animals, cook for her, do her laundry and clean for $2000 a month. But when she arrived, the situation in Torres' house shocked her. The house was filthy and she was forced to sleep on a sofa covered in cat urine. She was expected to constantly be available for Torres, only being allowed to sleep for a few hours. She would sneak away to the building's gym to sleep for a few hours. She was never paid.

After Ana escaped, Torres hired two more women -- Desirre and Leticia-- who moved with her to a house in Texas. What started out as a life coaching and healing retreat quickly turned into a nightmare for the women.

Within weeks, Desirre was pressured her into working at a local strip club while Torres performed “witchcraft” on her. The two women were forbidden from speaking to each other and had to ask her permission to leave their rooms, even to use the bathroom.

Soon, Torres convinced Desiree to turn to prostitution. If she didn't meet the earning quotas that Torres set, she was not allowed to return to the house that night. “I ended up sleeping on the street several times because I couldn't reach that,” Desirre told BBC.

In September, the two women's friends and family launched social media campaigns to find them. To escape media attention, Torres and the women travelled from Texas to Maine. From there, the two were made to post Instagram videos denying being held captive and demanded people stop searching for them.

Over 20 women have come forward with stories of being scammed or exploited by Torres. They are still undergoing psychiatric therapy to recover from what they say they experienced.

[wildestdreamcatcher]

I've been working on Desiree for awhile now and I wanted to share some of that with y'all.

Her full name is Desiree Simone Davis. She grew up in Atlanta with her parents and brother. She did really well in school and wanted to go to a really good college. She grew up in a lower middle class family since her parents owned a decently popular restaurant. She always had a passion for journalism and fashion.

She loved aesthetics, always valuing her looks and style. She was close with her parents and brother and spent a lot of time with her family.

When she was 18, she decided to move to Coralie Ridge to go to college and pursue fashion journalism like she always wanted to. She ended up meeting Dylan in college and started dating him. They got married after 2 years and had Roxanne.

She's a very motivational person. She's the type of person to say manifestations in the mirror every morning when she wakes up and every night before she sleeps.

She loves nature, flowers, and animals.

Desiree is a very confident person. She believes confidence will get you everywhere in life so she always tries to instill that into her daughters.

She designed some of her own clothes but never really wanted to start her own line. She preferred interviewing the designers instead.

This is Desiree's face claim.

Pictures found on Pinterest

@blowflygrls @jackvaginal @sadlonelyyogurt @cusineverreallyknown

[ladylynse]

Happy Halloween. :) Trick or treat. :D

Everything you write is nice, so it's hard to choose a 3-sentence fic to ask you to expand on. D: But I think the DP "Was a kiss worth it" one might have a lot of potential for expansion. https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/188181019551/3-sentence-prompt-pls-was-a-kiss-worth-it

Happy Halloween! Glad to hear you had some difficulty making your choice, but it's such an intriguing one. *grins*

The three sentence fic was originally posted here, but I've copied it here (in italics) for ease of reading. A warning for character death, as implied by that original ficlet.

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“Tell me,” cooed Desiree as she rose from the flames, “was a kiss worth the price?”

Vlad didn’t have the energy to yell at her, to fight; he was too exhausted after trying—and failing—to save Maddie.

He should have known that Desiree would find a way to twist this wish in the most vindictive way, but he hadn’t realized he’d made it in her hearing, and then he hadn’t been sorry that he had—until now.

Desiree waved a hand when he didn’t answer, and the flames vanished as if they had been under Ember’s control instead of hers.

Magic, the lot of it.

A fool might say that none of it had been real, but that wasn’t true.

This was real.

Every last ashen thing in this room was real; the difference was that none of it had been destroyed naturally.

Butter biscuits, was he supposed to consider himself lucky that Desiree had decided to play with him and had limited her damage to one room of his mansion? Did she think that would save her once he recovered the strength to hunt her down? Did she think that would save her once Daniel discovered what she’d done and hunted her down?

Jack might try to join in the hunt, too, but even Desiree could evade that bumbling oaf given half the opportunity. Really, Jack would only serve to handicap Jasmine—and perhaps Daniel, if he still wanted to protect his secret.

Vlad wasn’t sure he did, even if it meant Jack finding out exactly what he’d done to the person he’d claimed was his best friend.

“You said you would give anything to share one kiss with your Maddie,” mocked Desiree. “And when Phantom told you he’d strike a deal with Nocturne to make sure that never even happened in your dreams, you wished—”

“I was there,” Vlad interrupted. The phantom scent of smoke still clogged his nostrils and stung at his eyes, making them tear up.

Or were those the symptoms of a truth he didn’t want to acknowledge, a price that should have never been paid?

Maddie—

“I know what I wished.” His words were a whisper now, but Desiree was still smirking, still thriving off the destruction she’d wrought. She couldn’t be as strong as Spectra would be if Vlad were facing her instead, but Desiree wasn’t afraid to play the long game, either. She knew what chaos the death of a ghost hunter at the hands of a ghost could create.

Vlad’s eyes found Maddie’s unmoving form again.

This couldn’t be over.

He wouldn’t let it be over.

“So was it worth it?” taunted Desiree again. “That one kiss? Knowing you’ll never get another from her?”

Vlad’s eyes flicked back to Desiree. He took a slow breath, imagined he was in a board meeting with imbeciles, and ground out, “I said I would give anything to share that kiss with my dearest Maddie, and yes, I wished it were so to spite Daniel, but Maddie was not yet mine to give. Her life is not a price you should have taken, nor is it a twist you can claim was within your rights.” He pushed himself to his feet and let the fury coursing through his veins gather in his palms as crackling lightning. “Fix this, or molecular destruction at the hands of Jack Fenton will be the least of your concerns.”

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[rpking99]

Action Cartoons Part 1

Ben 10

Jen 10/Jennifer Tennyson (genderbent)

A female version of Ben Tennyson. Jen found the Omnitrixback when she was but a child of 10. She is now an adult and the greatest hero in the galaxy

Gwen Tennyson

Gwen Tennyson is half alien, half human and half Anodite. Anodite's being a species of energy beings, and she can use her alien powers to manipulate mana in order to do magic.

Gwen 10K

A future version of Gwen Tennyson

Charmcaster

Charmaster is a Spellcaster from the realm of Ledger Domain. She is not…. All there mentally, but is also very confident and flirtatious

Albedo (genderbent)

A genderbent version of who is assentially Jen's dark mirror. A galvan, assistant to the one who created the Omnitrix that thought she deserved it. And through her acts there, she ended up transformed and locked as an inverted version of Jen's human body.

Attea

The Empress of the Incurseans Empire, a galactic threat and a wild personality for sure.

Looma

The Princess of the Tetramand people, future ruler of the warrior culture.

Helen Wheels

A member of the space police known as the Plumbers, the young woman being half-Kineceleran, she is serious and confident while also being a speedster. Kineceleran's being some of the fastest species in the univese, she likes to follow the rules.

Julie Yamamoto

Frightwig

Lucy Mann

Vilgaxa (genderbent)

(Also using Myaxx as a slight face claim alongside genderbent art)

WayBad

Danny Phantom

Dani Phantom/Danielle Fenton (genderswap)

Maddie Fenton

Sam Manson

Ember

Desiree

Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton

Paulina

Kitty

Spectra

TOTAL MUSES: 22

[heyharoldsboo]

MASSIVE T/W!! for what I am about to discuss but I need to write it out, includes mentions of rape and assault. A week before this all began, I came across 2 girls who revealed their SA stories on my Twitter timeline. I am not in the Wednesday fandom and this isn���t directly linked to Percy. The first story actually involved a very famous Twitch streamer (for anyone who doesn’t know, it’s a streaming platform for gamers). A girl was invited by him to a NYE party at a house he’d rented out for the night. She got drunk and wanted to go home. A friend that she went to the party with had already left with an Uber. The guy told her she could sleep in one of the bedrooms and she’d be safe, only for someone to come into the room while she was barely awake and violently rape her. She was present enough to know what was happening and also saw the rapist’s face. In shock, she went to the hospital and got a rape kit, STD kit, morning after pill and a physical check because of how brutal the assault was. She reported the crime. She also messaged the guy who invited her, told him what happened and asked if he knew who assaulted her. The Twitch guy said no but that it could not be one of his friends. The girl didn’t believe him so she went on his social media to see if she could find pics from that night. She spotted the guy who raped her from a picture and also saw that he WAS a friend of the streamer. The guy was shocked it was his friend (similar to Percy, he said he had never dealt with this situation before) but he helped her and his team sent full details of the person for her case. She came to Twitter to expose the rapist. She had a full chain of events in a thread with the date, location and approximate time of the assault. She also included text messages with the Twitch guy and pictures of her in the hospital. Everything was detailed. The second girl’s story I saw her was similar. Went to a party, and then was raped by a guy she met there. She also had a very detailed story, chain of events, she also went to the police and the hospital. How does this relate to Cancel Percy? Well, what struck me almost immediately with Aries, Karis and Desiree was the sheer lack of not only sense in their stories but also details. Not one of them has hard facts like a date/location or a breakdown of the day or night of assault. Not one of them has evidence of going to the police. No record of a victim going to the hospital and taking a rape kit. All we have is Aries implying she was raped, then saying it was an assault, then saying it’s probably not a big deal and was non-violent, then saying she isn’t a victim but *knows* victims. We have Desiree implying Percy had a hand in her rape, only to be exposed as a rape apologist herself then saying he raped other people she *knows*. We have Kayla who’s said she isn’t a victim but *knows* victims. We have Karis who’s holding a grudge against Percy for being a fuckboy to her. He didn’t rape her but she *knows* people who he did rape. Do you see the problem? None of these girls are the primary victim here. No case will ever stay open based on “I heard this” or “I was told this” or “they did this to someone I know”. The question is WHAT did Percy do to THEM, that is all the police will ask. There is a huge difference with a primary victim telling their story and what these girls are doing.

That’s it, anon!

A friend told me about one of these situations you describe, and we chatted about how different the situations are.

We started with a handful of victims. In 24 hours we had hearsay. Now we have them claiming that they knew people wouldn’t believe it was assault because all he did was touch her back and hips.

But they’re still telling everyone that they should cancel him because they don’t like him.

It’s truly…. I don’t even have words, I just want to scream at this point.

[ourrechte-blog]

Ash dusted Danny's jumpsuit as he landed roughly on the pavement, panting. Another ghost captured, another fight won, but not without scraped knuckles and sore muscles. He switched back to his human form, the ghostly glow fading from his body.

"Danny! There you are!" His sister Jazz shouted, running up with an annoyed look. "You missed curfew again. And your room is a disaster - I had to make your bed this morning."

Danny sighed, rolling his eyes. "Sorry, there was a ghost causing trouble downtown. I had to stop him before he possessed the mayor or something."

Jazz put her hands on her hips, unimpressed. "Well, next time leave yourself a reminder on your phone. You can't keep doing this Danny."

Sometimes, I just wish I can be appreciated. The thought bubbled up unbidden. All he did was protect this town day after day, year after ghostly year, and still his friends and family treated it like a hobby he couldn't be bothered with properly.

A striking figure in a sultry outfit suddenly materialized beside them. "So you have wished it, so shall it be!" She proclaimed with a wicked smile.

"Desiree!" Danny yelped, instantly recognizing the wishing ghost. "No! I didn't actually mean to –"

——————

The Watchtower's conference room was buzzing with activity as the members of the Justice League gathered around the large table. Batman's gruff voice cut through the murmurs, "I said no. I'm only a part-time member."

Flash, never one to back down from a challenge, leaned forward with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Come on, Bats. You're the most qualified for this job." His words carried a teasing lilt, daring the Dark Knight to refute his claim.

Superman, ever the voice of reason, nodded in agreement, his crimson cape billowing behind him like a regal banner. "Batman, be reasonable. You are quite literally the most qualified person for this job." The Kryptonian's tone left no room for argument, his unwavering belief in Batman's capabilities shining through.

Turning to the others, Flash suggested a show of hands, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How many of us have worked with others before now?" Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, and Hawkgirl raised their hands in response. "Now, who has led subordinates?" Hawkgirl and Batman were the only ones with their hands still raised, their experience evident. "Now who here has trained anyone?" Superman and Batman kept their hands up, and Flash smirked triumphantly, his point proven beyond a doubt. "See, Bats? You're the most experienced in leading. I mean, it's not like someone more qualified is going to show up."

Just then, a bright flash of light illuminated the room, and Danny found himself deposited at the table, blinking in confusion as the sudden transition left him disoriented. Flash chuckled, his ever-present sense of humor shining through. "Well, it's not like a million dollars is going to pop up." When nothing else happened, he shrugged nonchalantly. "Worth a shot."

Batman, ever the opportunist, seized the moment to evaluate the newcomer, his piercing gaze fixing on Danny. "What's your leadership experience?" The Dark Knight's tone brooked no argument, his demand for information clear.

Still trying to make sense of his sudden relocation, Danny furrowed his brow in confusion. "What?"

"What's your experience in leadership?" Batman repeated, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Gathering his thoughts, Danny explained, "Well, I'm the only person with powers among my friends, and they help me catch my enemies." His words carried a hint of uncertainty, as if he wasn't quite sure how to quantify his experiences.

"Anything else?" Batman pressed, his unwavering gaze demanding a more comprehensive response.

Danny scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Uh, there was the time I convinced one of my enemies to team up with me to escape from this really tight spot. Actually, now that I think about it, I did that a lot of times, you know? Like, ghosts can be super stubborn, but if you play your cards right and appeal to their egos or whatever, they'll totally work with you for a little while. At least until the situation is resolved and then it's back to kicking their butts, haha!"

Batman arched an eyebrow, his expression inscrutable behind the cowl. "Charisma," he murmured, a hint of approval coloring his gruff tone. "Go on."

Danny perked up, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he recalled more instances of his leadership prowess. "Oh, yeah! There's also the time I talked my entire rogue gallery to help clear a path so I could take down this evil king that wanted to conquer my town," he exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of teenage bravado.

The young hero leaned back in his chair, a casual air about him as he continued, "And there's the time I lead my class to raiding a flying pirate ship when I couldn't use my powers to do it. It was totally nuts, but we pulled it off somehow, even though we're just a bunch of dumb teens, you know?"

Batman arched an eyebrow, his expression inscrutable behind the cowl. "Resourceful," he murmured, a hint of approval coloring his gruff tone. "Anything else?"

Danny perked up, recalling another pivotal moment. "Oh! And I talked my clone into freeing me when she was made to kill me, and I basically used up everything I had to protect her. And then she flew off after we escaped her creator. I'm still worried about her, you know? Like, what if she gets into trouble or something? She's just a kid, even if she was grown in a lab or whatever."

Batman's expression remained inscrutable behind the cowl, but there was a hint of approval in his gruff tone. "Compassionate. You're hired."

Danny blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Wait, hired for what, exactly?" He glanced around the table, suddenly aware of the scrutinizing gazes fixed upon him.

Batman's chair scraped against the floor as he rose, his cape billowing dramatically. "Being the leader of this group," he stated matter-of-factly, as if it should have been obvious.

"Wait, what?!" Danny exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. He whipped his head around, seeking clarification from the others. Superman offered a reassuring smile, while Flash grinned, clearly amused by the teenager's bewilderment.

Turning back to Batman's now vacant seat, Danny opened and closed his mouth a few times, struggling to find the words. "He, uh, he does that a lot, huh?" he finally managed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Superman chuckled, his deep baritone resonating through the room. "Indeed. Batman has a flair for the dramatic, but his judgment is sound. If he believes you're suited for leadership, then you must have impressed him."

Danny exhaled slowly, still trying to process this unexpected turn of events. "Wow, okay, I guess I'm the leader now? This is so nuts. Like, one minute I'm just trying to catch some ghost causing trouble, and the next I'm leading a team of actual superheroes? This is totally wicked, but also kind of terrifying, you know?"

Danny made a wish. A stupid wish really. One that he'll undo the minute he tracks down Desiree. Until then though, he's the leader of the Justice League.

[astralechoes]

Leo Reid

BASICS

Name: Leo Reid

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 26

Birthday: August 3rd

Zodiac: Leo

Nationality: Celestial 

Orientation: Bisexual 

Occupation: Protector

Relationship status: Single

Face claim: Zen Wisteria- Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

PHYSICAL

Hair colour: Blonde

Eye colour: Amber

Body type: Muscular

Height: 5’10

Piercings: None

Tattoos: Four

RELATIONSHIPS

Best friend: Orion

Other friends: Halo, Dante & Desiree

Significant other: Orion

PERSONALITY

Introvert, extrovert or ambivert: ambivert

Positives: Headstrong, determined & loyal

Negatives: Stubborn, reckless & hotheaded

Likes: Time travelling, history & space

Dislikes: Arrogance, bossiness & intrusive behaviour

Hobbies: History, reading & fashion

ABILITIES

Time travel

Flying

Spirit healing

ABOUT

Leo is the best friend of Orion, they have known each other since they were young. Orion was always the shy one of the two, and was always hesitant about time travelling.

Leo started to help them try, promising them that he would be with them the whole time. The two of them started having adventures together, travelling back in time, and experiencing what life was like on earth.

One day after an adventure, both Orion and Leo were captured by a group of researchers who wanted to study and utilize celestial powers. At first it was only Orion, but Leo insisted on going too; not wanting Orion to be left alone.

At the research facility base in space, Orion and Leo were separated from each other. Each kept in their own rooms unable to use their celestial powers to escape.

Everyday in his room Leo would try and use his celestial powers to try and break out of there and rescue the other celestials but it would never work. He would overhear the researchers refer to him as the stubborn one, as he fought back against them every single time. 

One day after he used up all of his energy trying to break out, he heard a commotion outside; and he was freed from his room by Orion & Dante. He was too exhausted to be able to move by himself, and when he awoke; he found himself on a starship with Orion sitting next to him.