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[sublimecreatordreamer]

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[princesssmars]

you sometimes forget how… slightly obsessive, violet could be. nsfw.

when you were younger you had a love hate relationship with her tendency to become so completely fixated on something. staying up for hours at night thinking about their next score, holding a grudge for years against anyone who got piss drunk and pissed off vander in the bar, planning and fidgeting over the perfect way to ask you out for weeks before you finally took the step yourself.

even if it got her into danger, got her and her siblings into a temporary struggle that made your heart stall with the thought of nearly losing them, you always reminded her that you thought her fixation on things was cute, and a useful tool about half of the time.

(you even said that the trait reminded you of powder, always blabbering to you for as long as she could talk about her new ideas for gadgets and bombs. the girl was overjoyed in sharing something in common with her big sister, immediately climbing on her back to ramble about something new.)

but then you actually you lost her. you lost all of them. and you wished you had told her that that insecurity she had, all the insecurities she had, were stupid and inconsequential to how perfect you thought she was.

but maybe you’ll get the chance to tell her (and tell jinx that yeah, you were right, i did start seeing ghosts too) because a scarily realistic replica of your ex is standing in front of you and before you can shoo it away she’s hugging you so tight you think your ribs will break.

you follow as ekko gives her the tour of the firelights base, admiring each and every way she’s changed. she’s taller, obviously stronger, wearing a prison uniform that you don’t if you’re allowed to say looks good on her and a red jacket she stole from some guy because of course she did. you stifle a laugh as she tells the story and she smiles at you, indiscreetly wrapping your hand in hers.

it’s obvious by the look on his face ekko is so going to tease you about this later, but you don’t get a chance to care when she turns to you and ask where she and her enforcer friend can sleep. and janna knows you want to offer for her to sleep with you, but it’s been years and you don’t want to make her uncomfortable so you lead her and caitlyn to the newbie dorms.

but it seems like you’ve forgotten just how damn stubborn she is, because not even half an hour later a loud banging at your draws you from your bed, her flushed and nervous face shocking you into silence.

she asks to come in, but with her it’s always more like a demand then a question. you try to ignore the burning feeling of her eyes trained on you as you lead her to your bed, rolling your eyes as she aggressively flops back onto it.

“holy fuck, i haven’t been on something this soft in years. i think i’m gonna fall asleep right now.”

“i wouldn’t be mad if you did.” well, you’d be a little upset. you have so much to talk to her about everything, anything that’s happened since she disappeared. granted a lot of it was bad but there were still a few things you think would cheer her up. she’d already told you enthusiastic she was to eat jerichos again, just wait till she found out that-

you must of zoned out for a minute because you’re shocked back to reality by soft lips pressed to yours, vi’s bandaged hand cupping your cheek like you’ll fade into dust if she lets go. you mentally kick yourself in the head for not responding quicker when she pulls away and looks at you with that sad puppy look she gets.

“i, i’m sorry. it’s just, you were staring at me for a while! and it’s been so long since i’ve seen you and i don’t even know what we are or if we’re still girlfriends but you’re even more beautiful than the last time i saw you-“

you cup both of her cheeks in your hands,(maybe a little too hard) give her a second to back away if she wants, and pull her back in. her arms wrap around your waist and she lets out a whimper when your hand travels to the back of her neck to pull her closer and closer-

and now it’s around one hour? maybe two? it’s a while later, and as her hand travels back into you for the fourth time, yeah, you’re starting to remember how obsessive she could be.

“vi, baby - oh my gods, y’know you can slow down!” your voice pitches when her fingers, her beautiful long and big fingers push up against that spot inside you, her other hand keeping your hips down when you involuntarily raise them off the sheets.

“don’t think i can, princess.” she groans into your breast as she sucks another path of bruises down your chest, slate eyes amused at how your hands grip the bed like it stole from you, how your mouth opens so cutely before you bite your lips to hold back your sounds.

her mouth finally closes around your clit and the increased sensitivity from your past orgasms combined with the almost growling sound she makes when she tastes you sends you right over the edge, thighs clamping around her head as she carries you through it.

the rubbing of her rough hands over your thighs and her gentle words of praise merry drag you into the beginnings of a soft slumber.

until you can feel the damn brute lift your legs onto her shoulders and stick her tongue inside you, laughing at your shocked squeal and resumed grip on her hair.

“besides, we’ve gotta make up for lost time, don’t we?”

writing a drabble based on the fic you’re writing instead of finish the fic i’m such a genius like 😍😍 glad her tag is coming back but i want content coming out like a factory line ok everyone get to work 🙏🏽

[nomie-11]

I Only Have Eyes for You

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synopsis: based on the song 'i only have eyes for you' by the flamingos--vi doesn't need anyone else, she only has eyes for you

pairings: vi x reader

~My love must be a kind of blind love I can’t see anyone but you~

Vi’s favorite song on the jukebox was a song you were very familiar with. On nights that Vander closed early, Powder would put her favorite song on first—a song with an upbeat tilt that reminded her of her mother—and hum to herself as she tinkered on whatever gadget she was working on. And then Vi would put her song on next. 

The song’s familiar slow beat and low harmonies would echo over the empty bar, and Vi would let the sound of her favorite song wash over her, watching as you helped Vander wipe down another table, or polish another glass. 

Vi leaned her shoulder against the corner of the bar, her ever-present smirk softened by the warm, flickering light of the lanterns. As the familiar opening notes of her song played, she let her gaze settle on you. You were in your own world, wiping down tables with practiced ease, your movements smooth and rhythmic, in tune with the music. The sound of the jukebox seemed to draw a small smile from you as you worked, and Vi couldn’t look away. 

She didn’t need to, really—her world had narrowed down to just you. Everything else—the creak of the bar stools, Vander’s heavy footsteps, even the faint metallic clink of Powder’s tools in the corner—blurred into nothing. She didn’t care that the room was still scattered with the remnants of another night at The Last Drop. She couldn’t see the mess or the dimness of the space. All she could see was the way the light caught the curve of your jaw, the focused look in your eyes as you worked, and the soft curl of your lips when the song reached its first crescendo. 

“Do you even know how distracting you are?” Vi teased softly, her voice cutting gently through the swelling melody. 

You glanced over your shoulder at her, the smile now fully formed. The dim, warm lights of the bar caught the glimmer in your eyes, and Vi felt her heart stutter. “You don’t have to watch me so intently, you know.” 

But Vi never stopped. 

~Are the stars out tonight I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright I only have eyes for you dear The moon may be high  But I can’t see a thing in the sky I only have eyes for you~

The streets of Zaun always felt alive, no matter the time of night. Neon signs flickered weakly against the haze of chem-fog, and the distant hum of machinery created an uneven rhythm beneath the bustle of the underground. But the world outside the rooftop above the bar felt distant tonight. 

The two of you sat side by side, legs dangling off the edge of the roof, a threadbare blanket draped over your lap. Your head rested gently on her strong shoulder as you looked out over the skyline. 

Vi wasn’t watching the skyline, though. She wasn’t watching the flickering signs or the faint glow of Piltover’s towering spires in the distance. She was preoccupied with watching you. 

The way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked, your profile illuminated by the faint shimmer of light reflected in the chem-fog. She didn’t know if the stars were out tonight—they were so rarely visible in Zaun, anyways—but it didn’t matter. You were here, and you were brighter than anything the sky could offer. 

You signed, the sound soft and content as you melted into her side, into the quiet between you. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like up there?” you asked, tilting your head to gesture toward the faintly glowing haze above Piltover. 

Vi hummed, leaning into you just a little. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I’d rather be right here.” 

You turned to her, a curious smile tugging at your lips. “Even with all of this?” you gestured vaguely to the city below, its broken beauty a stark contrast to the pristine world above. 

Vi reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers lingered, warm against your skin, as her gaze softened. “Even with all of this,” she said. “I only need one bright spot to make everything else fade away.” 

The words hung in the air, heavy and warm, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, with a quiet laugh, you snaked your hand around her waist, pulling yourself close in to her side. “You’re such a sap.” 

Vi grinned, her confidence returning. “Maybe. But I’m your kind of sap.” 

The laughter that spilled from your lips was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard. 

~I don’t know if we’re in a garden  Or on a crowded avenue You are here And so am I~

Your lilting laugh filled the quiet night, your arms wrapped around her neck as her arms rested gently on your waist. There was no music playing, and the lights on the dock were dim, but neither of you seemed to care as she spun you in a gentle circle. 

The world beyond the docks disappeared entirely as Vi pulled you closer, her calloused hands steady against the small of your back. Her grin softened into something tender, the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes betraying just how much this moment meant to her. 

“Dancing without music?” you teased, tilting your head as you looked up at her. “That’s a little cliché, don’t you think?” 

Vi chuckled, her low laugh blending into the hum of the night around you. “Maybe, but clichés exist for a reason,” she responded, her voice soft, but still her familiar firm tone. “Besides, who needs music when I’ve got this?” 

She tapped her fingers gently against your side, her touch following the rhythm of the song that played in her mind. The one she couldn’t stop hearing whenever she was near you. 

“You’re imagining that song right now, aren't you?” you guessed, catching the faintest curve of her lips. 

Vi shrugged, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your chest ache in the best way. “Maybe I am, or maybe I’m just trying to remember every second of this so I never forget it.” 

You felt your breath hitch, her words settling deep in your heart. The moonlight caught the red in her hair and the softness in her powder blue eyes, and you felt the familiar tug of warmth that always came with her being near. Without thinking, you let your forehead rest gently against hers, your movements slowing until the two of you were barely swaying. 

“I don’t think I ever want to forget this either,” you admitted, your voice barely louder than a whisper. 

Vi’s lips parted slightly, and for a moment, her usual bravado was gone. “Good,” she murmured, her thumb brushing an idle pattern against your side. “I don’t plan on letting it go.” 

The night around you stretched endlessly, the world below quiet and far away, as though it didn’t exist at all. As you danced beneath the moonlight, her favorite song played on repeat in her head. 

She didn’t need stars or music or the pristine towers of Piltover to make the moment perfect. 

She only had eyes for you. 

~Maybe millions of people go by But they all disappear from view And I only have eyes for you.~

i feel like im begging when i say this but if you like my writing please let me know i love validation

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[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, now that all of the Bad Kids have their new art out... I can finally freak out/gush over/analyze it, because I didn't have the energy to do posts for every single one.

GUYS

Fig!!! My girl!!! The mismatched shoelaces! The bass guitar from Gorthalax! The phoenix feather earring for Ayda! The fishnet! The classic leather jacket/gray band shirt/red pleated skirt combo! The fingerless gloves! THE CHAIN WALLET!

KRISTEN IS BUTCH. Let me repeat that---KRISTEN! IS! BUTCH! And she's wearing the yellow jumpsuit that we saw in her figurine but she still has the purple in her backpack and her staff and her TIE-DIE SPORTS BRA! And she's got a new hairstyle! And a rainbow bracelet AND a lesbian bracelet! THE TEDDY BEAR! THE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!

RIZ HAS AN UNDERCUT AND GLASSES AND HE KEPT HIS TATTOOS!!!! We've got the briefcase! We've got the angelic weapons! We've got the sword of shadows! We've got GADGETS! WE EVEN HAVE ARO/ACE RINGS! He looks so cool and nifty and crafty and BADASS! My boy has grown!

Gorgug. Oh my god, I can FEEL the "going into a worry" energy radiating from this. But he's got the axe! He's got artificer goggles and tools and a rucksack! He's FINALLY got the emo ripped jeans that he always deserved! He looks so sweet and huggable and perfect! AND HE HAS THE BIG HEADPHONES STILL!

ADAINE. My god. I love this girl so much and her art is perfect. She has patches on her jacket! We can see the cool design on her shirt! She's got high-fantasy boots and belts and she's got her new arcane sword! BOGGY IS THERE! And she looks so lovely and cool and her hair, oh my god, her hair is perfect! I'm so proud of her!

And lastly, the man, the myth, the LEGEND. Fabian looks perfect. Everything from the sword to the sheet to the expression to the tap shoes is spot-on. And his outfit? He's got harem pants! He's got a stylish shirt! He's got wraps around his hands! He's doing a dance move! Man-bun Fabian is now officially canon!

(Also, I'm never gonna shut up about how the Bad Kids are now all spellcasters, and almost all of them are different than how they were in freshman year because that's how growing up works! Fig's ditched College of Whispers as she learns to be truer to herself and has claimed the coolness of College of Lore, and she's got some warlock action to be closer to her dad! Kristen's a Twilight Domain cleric instead of the Life Domain, and I remember being so excited when that became official because that domain is so freaking cool! Riz is an Arcane Trickster, just! Like! Penny! Gorgug's an artificer as well as a barbarian, which is one of my favorite classes, and it looks like he's leaning even further into it! And we can't forget Fabian double-classing as a College of Swords bard! It's so beautiful! It's amazing! Maybe we'll get Adaine doing a martial multiclass to round out the "we're doing different things!" ANYTHING'S POSSIBLE!)

[trulyumai]

the lonely cabin isn’t what it seems

— Pairing: Young!Stanford Pines / Reader

—Synopsis: Lost and confused, a woman spots her lifeline; a seemingly desolate and empty cabin. She meets Ford, pleads for his help and shelter only to find things aren’t as they seem. As the scientist starts to fall deeper and deeper for the woman, he realizes they aren’t alone. He’s watching.

Warnings: none so far!

A/N: I finally got to watch Gravity falls and noticed this was a requested character, enjoy this new series!

Part One: The Unexpected Guest

Stanford Pines had always loved the isolation of his cabin, surrounded by nature’s beauty. But tonight, as the wind howled outside, he found himself feeling a strange pang of loneliness.

He was deep in thought, hunched over his cluttered workbench, examining an intricate device he had been tinkering with for weeks. The cabin was filled with books, gadgets, and the faint smell of pine. Stanford often lost track of time here, but tonight felt different; he could sense a storm brewing outside.

Just as he was about to put his tools down for the evening, a loud knock echoed through the stillness. Startled, he pushed away from his workbench, his heart racing. Who would be out here in this weather?

He opened the door cautiously, revealing a figure shivering on his doorstep. She was soaked to the bone, her hair plastered to her face, and her eyes wide with fear.

“Uh, can I help you?” Ford asked, his voice a mix of surprise and caution.

“Please, I’m lost,” she said, her voice trembling. “I saw your cabin from the trail, and I just need somewhere to stay until the storm passes.”

Ford hesitated. He was used to solitude, preferring the company of books and experiments over people. “I don’t usually take in strangers,” he replied, trying to keep his tone firm.

The woman looked up at him, and he caught her gaze. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that tugged at something inside him. She was cute, even with her disheveled appearance, and the thought of turning her away made his heart ache.

“Please,” she whispered, shivering violently. “I’ll just stay for a little while. I promise I won’t be any trouble.”

With a heavy sigh, Ford stepped aside. “Fine. Come in.”

As she entered, he noticed her apprehensive demeanor. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to regain warmth. Ford quickly closed the door behind her, the howling wind now a muffled roar.

“you can um, sit by the fire,” he said, gesturing toward the small hearth where flames flickered, casting a warm glow across the room. “I’ll get you a towel.”

While he rummaged through a closet, he could feel her gaze following him. He handed her the towel, avoiding her eyes. “You should dry off.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, smiling as she took the towel. There was something endearing about her shy demeanor, and it made him feel a little flustered.

After a few minutes, the two settled into an awkward silence, the only sound being the crackling fire. Ford couldn’t help but steal glances at her. She was smaller than him, with a kind face, and he noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she looked around the room, taking in his chaotic yet fascinating workspace.

“What do you do here?” she asked, breaking the silence. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m a scientist,” he replied, his voice a bit more relaxed. “Researching the anomalies in this area.”

“Anomalies?” Her interest piqued, and he felt a rush of excitement.

“Yeah, strange occurrences, supernatural phenomena,” he said, the words flowing more easily now. “You’d be surprised what’s out there in these woods.”

Her eyes lit up, and he could see her mind racing. “Like what?”

He leaned back in his chair, his passion igniting. “Well, there’s a portal to another dimension not far from here. I’ve seen creatures that defy the laws of physics. It’s fascinating.”

“Really?” she whispered, captivated. “You must have so many incredible stories.”

He chuckled, surprised by her enthusiasm. “You could say that. Most people don’t believe me, though.”

“Why not?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Ford shrugged, feeling a mix of pride and frustration. “People tend to fear what they don’t understand. It’s easier to dismiss it as nonsense.”

“I think it’s amazing,” she said earnestly. “You’re like a real-life scientist. It’s inspiring.”

Her compliment caught him off guard, and he felt a warmth rising to his cheeks. “It’s nothing special,” he mumbled, looking away.

The storm raged outside, but inside, the atmosphere shifted. They began to exchange stories—she shared tales of her life, her shy nature making her adventures sound all the more charming. Ford found himself laughing more than he had in a long time.

As the hours passed, Ford felt a connection growing between them, an unspoken bond. The way she listened, her wide eyes fixed on him as he spoke, made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t experienced in years.

“Why do you live out here all alone?” she asked, her tone softening.

“It’s… complicated,” he replied, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. “I needed a place to think, away from the chaos of the world.”

“You don’t have to be alone, you know,” she said gently. “I’m sure there are people who would love to be around you.”

Ford looked at her, taken aback by her sincerity. “I appreciate that, but people can be difficult. I’m not exactly the most social person.”

“But you’re so interesting,” she insisted. “You have all these incredible ideas and stories. I want to hear more.”

He chuckled nervously, feeling his heart race. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” she replied, her eyes sparkling. “I mean it.”

In that moment, he realized how much he had come to appreciate her presence. She had a way of making him feel alive, as if the walls he had built around himself were slowly crumbling.

As the fire crackled and the storm raged outside, Ford found himself wanting to share more of himself with her, to let her in. It felt terrifying yet exhilarating.

“Can I show you something?” he asked suddenly, his heart pounding.

“Sure!” she replied, her excitement palpable.

He led her to his workshop, a room filled with strange inventions and diagrams scattered across the walls. “This is where I do most of my work,” he said, feeling a mix of pride and anxiety.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is incredible!”

Ford couldn’t help but smile as she inspected his gadgets. “I’ve been working on a new device that could help understand the anomalies better,” he said, gesturing to a complex machine. “It’s still a work in progress, though.”

She leaned closer, studying the intricate details. “It’s so fascinating how your mind works,” she said, glancing up at him with admiration. “I can’t believe you built all of this.”

Her words sent a thrill through him. “Thank you,” he said, feeling a warmth in his chest. “I’ve always loved solving problems, figuring things out.”

“I can see that,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re like a genius.”

Ford laughed, but he felt a blush creeping up his neck. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“But you are,” she insisted, her eyes sincere. “You have this passion that’s just… captivating.”

He felt a rush of warmth at her words, his heart racing as their gazes locked. The air between them thickened with an unspoken tension, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt it too.

“Um, I—” he started, but the words caught in his throat.

Before he could continue, she reached out and touched his arm gently, grounding him. “Thank you for taking me in… I know how bothersome it might be but I really appreciate it.” She smiled, light and honest.

The sincerity in her voice struck him deeply. He could feel the walls he had built around his heart starting to crumble. “It’s nothing,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the storm howled outside, the warmth of the cabin enveloped them, and in that moment, Stanford Pines realized that perhaps shelter wasn’t just about finding refuge from the storm; it was about letting someone in.

And as they stood there, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the brilliance of each other’s presence, he felt the unmistakable spark of something new beginning to bloom between them—a connection that promised to change his world forever.

[thatsexcpisces]

Gifts to get the moon signs for Christmas 🎄🤍

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Aries moon: clothing and items for the gym and working out, bold accessories that make them stand out, hats, earrings, tickets or a class for their favorite activity or take them on any fun adventure, new car (if you wanna go big), fancy mirrors, watch, strong fragrance, trendy gadgets

Taurus moon: jewelry, luxuriously-presented items, something cozy and for the home, a spa day voucher, soft blanket, cute slippers, beauty products, skin and self care items

Gemini moon: cute journals to write down their thoughts, entertaining card/games (ex. cards against humanity), stationary, technology, thought-provoking gifts, their favorite book collections.

Cancer moon: cooking set, something sentimental and hand-made (ex. a scrapbook of all your memories together), a comfy robe to lounge in, recipe book, candles and stuff for the home

Leo moon: gifts related to their interests whether musical or hobbies in general. ex., if they love lana del rey get them a vinyl collection of her music or a poster of her. designer clothing, something extravagant and unique, tickets to their favorite musical or show.

Virgo moon: organized home planners, plants, cookbook, antiques, cleaning gadgets, home fragrances, books on getting organized and lifestyle advice, gift cards for home goods stores or their fav stores in general, maybe even get them a small pet to keep company!

Libra moon: designer handbags, books on fashion, good-quality perfumes, beauty items, fancy soaps, silk scarves or pajama sets, luxury brand shoes, fancy decorations for their living space

Scorpio moons: spiritual gifts, something personal from you, leather/ dark colored clothing, pampering gifts, marble items, brand sunglasses, ruled by Pluto; get them an elegant version of whatever they generally like; if they like gold jewelry, get them a carefully-selected box of fancy gold rings or something like that.

Sagittarius moons: gifts brought from a foreign country, something unique, plane tickets to a country they’ve always wanted to go to, travel picture book to record their journeys, good- quality camera, laptop, money, practical gifts

Capricorn moons: expensive things (I mean it’s a Capricorn moon here 💀), money in an envelope, gift cards to high-end stores, good chocolates, wine, and other specialty gourmet items, functional coffee machine, items to relieve stress (back-massager tool, etc), self-help books

Aquarius moons: technology, new phone, computer, Apple headphones, vintage record player, art materials, something no one else has, something related to their humanitarian or quirky interests, trivia games

Pisces moon: dream journal, thoughtful gifts, paintings, adult coloring books or stuff for arts and crafts, cute headphones, their favorite album and CD’s, something that encourages creativity, collection of bath salts and fragrances, meditation/yoga tools, locket necklace, fluffy blankets and pillows

Thank you for reading hope y’all have a good holiday! 🫶🎁🌟

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[fetchen]

i’m back so let’s talk a little bit about something ive never seen anyone else mention: red’s nose piercing. :3

when i first noticed that red had her nose pierced, i assumed that it was just something that was already on kylie’s face. but as i got a little more into the making of rise of red, i realised that kylie actually doesn’t have her nose pierced. i’ll be honest, it kinda pissed me off because it told me that red’s nose piercing was a deliberate choice on the part of the character/costume designers and i hated that it was just…so boring. it just made me wonder why they didn’t do something way cooler with the jewelry. from that perspective, her gold hoop doesn’t really go with her colour palette and, frankly, it’s just kinda boring.

and then i thought about it from the context in which red as a character exists. her mom, the queen of hearts, is insanely controlling, to the point where red is unable to eat what she wants. because of this, she takes every chance she gets to show defiance. it makes sense to assume that each and every part of her design, in some way, reflects her rebellious nature- even down to her nose being pierced. in that case, i’m impressed with the fact that a design element so small can generate so many questions about the character and their environment.

like…when did red get her nose pierced? how did the queen of hearts react? who did it? did anybody else know? why the gold hoop? there are so many questions i have that will probably never be answered but are very, very fun to speculate about.

now, let’s talk about the gold hoop itself. my biggest complaint, from an aesthetic standpoint, is that the gold hoop just…doesn’t really fit red or her aesthetic. she wears exclusively black jewelry and the only other hint of gold in her design is her belt buckle. i think the biggest possibility is that the gold hoop is subtle. well, as subtle as a nose piercing could be. it blends in well enough that her mom doesn’t bother to make a fuss about it. if red had anything else, anything that stood out more than that gold hoop, she’d risk bearing the brunt of her mother’s punishment.

the act of red piercing her nose in and of itself was a physical manifestation of her disloyalty to her mother’s tyranny. intentional or not, in the queen’s future vision via the looking glass, red is notably missing that gold hoop she’s never seen without.

what that says about the looking glass, in my opinion, is that it’s not an objective tool. rather, it’s more of a gadget that shows the viewer the future they have in mind- but that’s not really the point i’m trying to make here.

my point is that red’s nose piercing is a physical representation of her rebellious nature and her closeness in ideology to her mother. she’s never seen onscreen without it unless it’s in the future scenario where she’s become a dictator alongside her. honestly, whether intentional or not, it’s a beautiful piece of character design- one that i bet you probably wouldn’t expect from a disney channel movie of all things.

[nyxindustries]

Lock Down | Tony Stark

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Insert, T.S x Fem! Reader x Older x Younger Characters, Tony Stark x Y/n! Reader

Word Count: 2,000+

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SMUT, Dom! Tony Stark,Sub! reader, Rough Sexual Intercourse, Explicit Language, brief smacking, ‘Daddy’ Name calling, semi-Slow burn (not really), Kinky Sex, Hair pulling, Scratching, Explicit Sexual read, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it!)

| Masterlist |

Overriding the passcode to the lab since your lovely boyfriend Tony Stark officially locked himself in the lab because of stress with a new Iron Man suit.

The doors open to the lab as you step into the cold lab you see in the one single spotlight on above a hunched-over man on the table mumbling to himself as it looks like he’s trying to assemble part of a new Arc Reactor into the Iron Man suit with holograms all around him to help his work.

Setting down the tray of Tony’s favorite food on his desk that’s filled with little gadgets that you assume are new because you’ve never seen them before.

Quietly walking up to him as much as your heels allow as you stand behind him watching him build and solder a piece of metal together. It’s fascinating to you that Tony can get so lost in his work and look so beautiful while doing it, so laser-focused in his eyes with his eyebrows scrunched inward because he’s trying to make sense or putting together pieces of information in his mind, the wrinkles that appear on his forehead as his face goes relaxed.

Clearing your mind as you watch Tony's hand move to an object and your hand quickly covers the object as your free left hand snakes up his shoulder.

"Mhmm" Tony hums as he slowly looks at you and he places his hand on top of yours making you smile at him.

"Hi, how are you doing?" You ask gently and Tony gives you a look as his glasses tilt slightly.

"This Arc Reactor is not responding to the suit and I have no idea why…" Tony says quietly to you as you just nod knowing nothing about how all of this works. You're a SHIELD agent, you fight and try to save the world from aliens if possible.

"Anyways, it’s not your problem. What are you doing here?" Tony asks as he turns to you and you hand them the tray of food, which is two cheeseburgers and fries and onion rings.

"To Bring you your favorite food, thought you might need it. Put on a tray to be fancy" You joke with a weird mimic of an upper-class voice in the word ‘fancy’ making Tony smile but he doesn't laugh and he always laughs at your silliness or jokes. That's when you know he’s stressed as you watch him grab a cheeseburger and take a few quick bites as he shoves some of the fries in his mouth before turning around to the piece of the suit.

"…Tony…" you say but he goes back to soldering making you frown as you look around finding the plus as you quickly pull it out of the outlet making Tony instantly look up.

"What was that for?" Tony asks quickly as he reaches for the plug.

"Take a break! Eat something! Stop locking yourself in the lab!" You say him as you throw the plus across the room causing the soldering pen to fly across the table and fall off so Tony won’t touch it.

Tony giving you a wide-eyed look like he always does when he is stressed and when you decide to give him a break.

"Y/n-….Urghhhh" Tony groans out in frustration as he goes to get the tool but you quickly stop getting in between him and the table.

"No. Take a break." You say to him

"Make me! I need to finish this!" Tony says to you but you push him back.

"No, you’re not. Not today." You say and Tony stares at you.

"And who is going to stop me?" Tony asks and you smirk at him.

"I am, So take a break…" you say and Tony stares into your eyes as you stare back and your hands go to him.

"It will be good for you to clear your, Tone…" you say quietly as your hands slowly go underneath his shirt as he looks down at your hands.

"…y/n….I-I… I don’t have the time…I’m on a deadline." Tony says very quietly and you just chuckle.

"A deadline that’s next week…you have time and enough time to take out your frustrations too." You say as your hands skilled in what they do back off and come out of Tony's shirt as they pull your buttoned-up blouse out of pencil pencil-tight skirt, and start unbuttoning the buttons.

Tony watches you as you help you with buttons there and then until your breasts in a beautiful red lace bra are revealed.

"Take a break…it won’t be too bad." You say in the quietness that filled the air.

Tony's hands go to your waist as he lifts you to the lab table quickly. He takes one hand and clears the table with his arm by throwing everything off in one swoop with his arm, not caring about his work.

"You’re right, a break is what I need…Hey, Jarvis…Shut down the lab with soundproof…no one enters." Tony demands from his A. I just chime as the windows, doors, and glass all go dark and black with security screens from within the glass that Tony somehow installed and shut with security locks.

Staring at you as you feel his fingers crawl up your bare stomach now as his fingers hook underneath your bra and chase around to the hooks on the back that he undoes his one shot your bra falling as Tony yanks your shirt and bra off now, throwing them across the giant lab.

Tony's other hand, slides up your thigh underneath your skirt as he feels no underwear causing him to smirk, you planned this. The older man fingers gently caress your pussy causing you to shudder in pleasure for a moment as you hold your lips close so nothing can escape from them.

Seeing that smirk made your breath hitch in the quiet lab as Tony's eyes carefully trailed you up.

"Oh, no underwear…mhm that’s bad, baby girl…what if someone else saw what’s mine?" Tony questions and you just chuckle.

"Trust me, no one did…took them off right before I came in here…" you say with a smirk on your face as Tony grabs your chin tightly almost making your lips pucker as he forces you to look at him.

"You’re a brat…planning this so I can just fuck all my frustrations out on you," Tony says and you just stare at him.

"Yes." You choke out.

"How badly do you want?" He asks

"I want it hard, daddy." You choke out and Tony smirks at you as he lets go of your chin. It's bright red from his fingers.

"What else do you want?" He asks as he sees your hands slip into his pants you can see the growing tension in his pants.

"To please you daddy…" you say confidently as you push Tony back from you as you slip off the lab table completely undoing his pant button and zipper as his pants fall exposing his underwear and underneath with his hard and his growing cock.

Grabbing Tony's shoulder as you turn him around, pushing him against the table as he stares at you going down to your knees as your fingers hook the hem of his boxers and pull them down as a red throbbing big cock leaking precum springs out in front of your face making you smile. Hands grasping his cock firmly at the base as you start pumping him fast and hard making him groan out Tony's hands go to the side of the table to grip onto them as he looks down watching you as you lick your lips.

Sticking your tongue out as you lick one long strip onto his cock as Tony groans more at that sensation of your tongue as your wrap your whole mouth around him as you slowly started bobbing your head up and down on his cock causing Tony to groan out more audible moans.

Hearing his moans encouraged you even more by each one as you started sucking wildly causing Tony's hand to grab a fistful of your hair as your hands went down to hold onto his thighs tightly.

"OH FUCK! How did you get so good at this, baby? God" Tony moans out loudly as you feel him jerk himself inside your mouth making you look up at him. Bobbing your head wildly faster again as you feel Tony thrust his hips into your mouth causing his cock to hit the back of your throat you immediately felt tears well into the back of your eyes but you couldn’t care less about those tears as you for gag as Tony pushes your head into his cock making you gag even more as your mouth made his cock disappear making groan out.

Tony held your head there as your tongue swirled all around his cock and the tip like a lollipop before Tony removed your head and your mouth with a loud pop coming from the suction you had.

"I want you to take all this cum in you…You’re gonna take it, baby." Tony growls as he lifts you by your hair causing you to smile.

"U-…Y-Yesssss, Tonyyy." You slightly moan out as you suddenly feel yourself against the table staring out into the lab as Tony rips your pencil skirt off of you. Tony smacks your ass roughly a couple of times causing you to yelp as he flips you around making you look at him.

Your hands go to Tony's shoulders as he slides right into he lifts into the table causing you to moan out as your free right-hand goes up to his hair and slides through it as you gently pull his hair in pleasure as your left hand and arm go underneath Tony arm and land on his back as your nails meet his back fairly quickly with his second push into you without warning.

Feeling tight hands on your hips as Tony pushes you into his cock as he starts thrusting, pushing your tightly sealed mouth to moan out and your nails dig into his back a bit more.

The thrusts started to pick up even more causing you to moan even more as you closed your eyes still gently tugging on Tony's hair and your nails dragging against his back because you didn’t know what to do with your hairs.

Clenching around Tony tightly causes him to groan as he starts losing himself he puts a hand on your breasts massaging them as he continues to thrust and thrust wildly into you making you a moaning mess, making you get so so so much closer.

“Oh god…I’m almost there..” you moan out, and as you let go of Tony's hair he pulls you up kissing you passionately as you kiss back.

“Fuck….me too…” Tony moans out as she continues to thrusts as they get sloppier, more drawn out as he starts slamming into you harder as his cock starts to twitch in you. Tony slams into you in more time as you start cumming all along his cock he begincumming inside of you quickly causing him to groan out.

Staring at Tony as you smile at him he very slowly pulls out of you making you whimper at the emptiness. Sitting up from the table as you sit on the edge and feel Tony's cum ooze out of you as he watches with a smirk and as he leans in kisses you again as holds you close to him.

“Was that a nice break?” You ask and Tony nods.

“Oh baby, it was perfect.” Tony says as you chuckle softly hopping down from the lab table.

“Wanna take more of a break in the shower?” You ask and Tony smirks softly

“Deadline isn’t until next week…I can make some room..” Tony says with a smirk as you grab clothes and quickly go to the private back way of the lab that leads straight to your bedroom with Tony he laughs while following you.

[aliferous-ly]

thinking about this idea again. got some more concepts for y'all.

the story would be from an outsiders pov, im ranchers forever so I'm thinking jimmy, but scar and tango have the strongest most codependent independent relationship alive. jimmy is in a party a la DND, he's a magic user of some sort, also in his party is Joel, Lizzie, and grian.

also this gets long so rest is below the cut

Jimmy and the party hear about these shopkeepers who hold the most unique wares you'll ever find. Ideas created by both, engineered by one, usually sold by the other. The shopkeepers are a little off though, so keep your wits about you.

They need some unique weapons/tools for fighting some big bad, so they hit up the shop.

It's dim, hazy, drapes of crimson fabric strewn across the walls. It's unclear what covers a doorway and what covers a wall. Wayward light ignites gold decals, polished to the nines. the party creeps in, grian in the lead because jimmy pushed for checking out the shop but got nervous at the door.

"welcome!" a drawling voice echoes from seemingly everywhere. a man (?) swooshes through fabric. He's dressed like he's a part of the shop, or maybe that the shop is a part of him. He introduces himself as scar, and his teeth and ears are too sharp to be human. His eyes have grey-blue sclera like a vex, but his skin is pink like a red-blooded creature. True to his name, his visible skin is coated in scars - any other identifiable features are hidden beneath his beautiful, expensive-looking garb.

Grian loves a challenge, so he immediately banters it up with scar. The adventurers explore the shop, seeing all sorts of bits and bobs they never imagined, and leave with these weird grenades that grian is just buzzing to try out. Scar does his best to sell them on some dyed glass he insists are crystals, but none of them bite.

It becomes a habit to visit the shop whenever they're in town. They ask the locals about them, because who wouldn't, and only gain more questions from it. The second owner rarely makes appearances, but not for fear of strangers; he just spends all of his time making things, including countless farms that supply the locals with stuff like cobwebs or paper. The local seamstress is trying to make spider-silk clothing.

However, on the off chance that the second owner DOES appear (a fiery man-shaped creature named tango), you should buy something. He's AWFUL at bartering, which usually will leave the customer with the better deal, but he'll also talk your ear off about the knickknacks. The townsfolk joke that it's a trade of hours of their time for a random free gadget. He also swears by the "crystals", and wears an orange one strung around his neck.

It takes months, but one visit they enter the shop and there's a not-man sitting on the counter. Fire wafts from his head, the backs of his hands, and the tops of his feet. The rest of his body looks fuzzy at the edges. He wears open sandals, loose, draping clothing, and has bare arms. Despite the fire, nothing around him ignites. Scar frequently nudges into his space and remains burn-free. His clothing doesn't have a scorch mark on them.

"Friends!" Scar greets, which makes grian pout, because grian enjoys the attempt to startle scar every time they visit.

The man is introduced as tango, which the party recall is the name the townsfolk mentioned. Jimmy is immediately entranced. Tango is a veritable firework, beaming and giggling, snarking at scar without faltering on the gears between his hands.

Joel asks the tactless, "what are you?" which just makes tango and scar laugh and laugh and laugh. They don't answer, but the others don't realize this until several hours later.

The two arent always open. But the party grows close enough with them that they've seen the two outside of the shop, but it's rare. They're like wisps, or ghosts tethered to a location. It can be easy to forget their abnormal bits when scar stumbles and knocks over an entire rack of potions, or when tango loses a dice game against Joel and makes a sputtering human groan. But then scar will twitch just so, and tango will still and cock his head, and the party remembers.

At one point the big bad that the party is helping take out sets it's sights on the shop's city. Many evacuate, tango and scar with them. The adventurers meet with them as they're packing, worried about their friends. Will they have a safe place to go? Are they okay, leaving their life's work behind like this? Can the party help in any way?

Scar reassures them that they'll be fine. It's not the first time they've moved about. "It's not like we sprouted from the bedrock here!" He's joking, but the others hadn't been sure if tango and scar weren't, like, some nature spirits of the area.

Tango, lugging a chest far too heavy for his frame, huffs and puffs into view. Jimmy rushes over to help - tango thanks him, patting him on the arm, and jimmy glows. Tango adds, "we'll be fine, we're going to the deep dark."

The big bad was clunky and loud, so it would get the attention of every warden for miles. Even it couldn't handle a swarm of wardens.

This information made the party even more nervous, to which scar and tango laughed. This is when they learned that tango manned a game that reached the depths, a gauntlet that caused death, or great riches if you made it out alive.

The adventurers had heard of decked out from their mutual friend pearl, but it was a horrific dungeon, to them. What crazy person would dive into a den of ravagers and wardens, armor and item-less, just for the glory of it all?

Scar added that he just loved playing, even though he died to good ol' dunga dunga dunga every other run. The two bid them all farewell, while the party reeled and tried to process that scar died. regularly. and he was still here.

So, no, the two weren't normal. They could communicate with merely a glance. Their smiles stretched too wide sometimes, and the party swore their eyes glowed in the dark.

Their shop was filled with copper gears, oxidized and not; occasionally they coated it in blood-red drapes, to "shake things up". Tango makes it too dim, scar makes it too bright. They have differing personalities but can look like twins in the way they react to things.

Just. Scar and tango cryptids. Owning a shop together. Weirding out adventurers.

[rarityroo]

Tmnt 2012 donnie and headcanons x gn!reader who makes short films/ who loves candle making?

My candle light

(2012 Donnie x Gn!reader)

I was so excited to write this, although I know TADC gets the most attention on my page I will always have a special place in my heart for TMNT! Thank you for being my first TMNT 2012 request, also I’m v happy it’s my favorite character! Send more requests my way I’m very excited to get back into writing and as always please Enjoy!!

Donnie found comfort in his lab, surrounded by his gadgets and gizmos. His brothers often teased him for being a workaholic, but he didn't mind. The hum of machinery and the glow of monitors were his sanctuary. Lately, though, his thoughts kept wandering to you.

You were unique, with a passion for candle making. Donnie initially thought candle making was mundane until he saw the intricate designs and mesmerizing patterns they created. Each candle was a blend of colors and scents that he held close to his heart. He couldn't help but be captivated.

One evening, Donnie wandered into [Name]'s workspace. He made a small space for you to work in his lab,

The room was filled with the comforting scent of vanilla and lavender. Candles of various shapes, sizes, and designs were scattered around, some in the process of being made, others waiting to be used as they were made to be.

You looked up and smiled. "Hey, Donnie! What brings you here?"

Donnie felt his cheeks warm. "I just wanted to see what you were working on. Your candles look incredible, so beautiful."

You laughed softly, the sound making Donatello's heart flutter. "Thanks, Don."

You gestured for Donnie to come closer, and he hesitantly stepped forward, feeling the warmth and calmness of the room enveloped him. "Come here, let me show you something," you said, your voice as soothing as the candles you crafted.

Donnie's eyes widened as he approached your workbench. The intricate tools and delicate patterns intrigued him. He watched in fascination as you delicately poured molten wax into a mold, carefully adding colors and scents. Your hands moved with practiced grace, years of experience making you move so swiftly. Donnie marveled at your skill.

"How do you do it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How do you make them so perfect?"

You chuckled softly, glancing up at him with a twinkle in your eye. "It's all about patience and attention to detail," you explained. "Kind of like your work with those gadgets you fiddle with. You have to understand the materials, how they interact, and how to bring out the best in them."

Donnie nodded, following what you said. It was like you spoke the same language, even if your crafts were different. He felt a sense of familiarity, a bond that went beyond mere admiration.

As you worked, you explained the process to him, describing the different types of wax, the best combinations of scents, and the techniques for creating unique patterns. Donnie listened intently, absorbing every detail. He found himself completely engrossed, his usual stresses melting away in the comforting glow of you and your candles.

After a while, you handed him a freshly made candle, its design a beautiful swirl of purple and blue, with a hint of lavender and soft notes of vanilla and cinnamon. "Here, this one's for you," you said, smiling warmly.

Donnie took the candle, feeling its warmth in his hands. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "It's amazing. You're amazing."

You blushed at his compliment, but before you could respond, there was a loud crash from outside the lair.

Donnie's brothers were home, and their usual chaos had resumed. He sighed, glancing towards the door, but you touched his arm gently.

"Stay a little longer," you said softly. "The chaos can wait."

Donnie looked back at you, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "I'd like that," he replied, settling into a chair beside your workbench. He watched you work, feeling more at peace than he had in a long time, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to simply be.

[yanderambling]

I'm already loving your posts

what do you think about a yandere assistant and villain reader?

They would be so frustrated because the reader is spending all theirs energies thinking of a plan to capture the hero and not giving them enough attention.

100% would kill the hero behind reader's back

i'm so glad! and yes please i love a jealous little creep, i'm already obsessed <3

concept: Henchman!Yandere(gn) x Supervillain!Reader(gn)

words: ~700

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, stalking, breaking/entering

You look so alluring when you scheme. No earthly or heavenly beauty could compare to the mere sight of you:

The stern concentration pinching your brow just slightly, your arms flexing as you clench and release your fists over and again, your lip idly drawn between your teeth on blessed occasion- it’s enough to make someone bite through their tongue (just partially, and it was only twice).

Tau watches you plan for hours a day (even when they technically have other tasks to carry out), they like to imagine it’s them you’re looking at with such a single-minded focus (perhaps knelt over them on your bed, deciding precisely which ways you want to take them apart).

What they wouldn’t give for just a fraction of the attention you constantly bestow upon that sniveling little “hero”. It’s not even like the hero has done anything to deserve your dedication, not like Tau has.

No, all they did was beat you (which few have ever done). And then… keep beating you (which none have ever done).

Tau knows how much you hate to lose, lower grunts have payed with their lives for Uno games, but… there’s something more to your preoccupation with that vigilante wannabe.

They can see it in the way your bright eyes flick about the room, the way your lips just barely part as you mumble strategy and probability, the way you zone out during meals (that they made for you, naturally) then dart up to your office to test an idea, the way you constantly stay up well into the next morning trying out new inventions and gadgets to take them down- Tau hates to think it, but they know it’s true:

This hero is… motivating you.

As delightful as it is to see you so lively, Tau can’t help the furious jealousy that roils in their gut almost constantly these days.

Why can’t they be the one to make you feel like this? Why can’t they challenge you, inspire you? Why can’t they bring that spark to your eyes?

They should be able to.

They’ve been by your side since the beginning, supporting and encouraging you through every high and low, they know you better than anyone does (yourself included)- and, goddamnit, they deserve it! They’ve given everything to you, and all they ask for in return is a second glance (then a third, then a fourth, then- oh, just stop looking away already!)

It's just not fair- that boot kisser gets every second of your free time, every spare thought, all 'cause they can take (...and deal) a couple hits? (More than a couple; Tau has definitely tried to take them down on many a solo mission, and they've always come out worse for it. They don't wanna talk about it.)

At the very least, they do get to spend a little more time with you, even if it's to watch you obsessively plan for the hero's interruption of your next evil venture.

They're still the one by your side.

They still get to stand at your shoulder and pass you tools as you work on a project (and bite their cheek every time your fingers touch to hold back a moan).

They still get to brush their shoulder against yours while you both stand over a blueprint (and then spend the next fifteen minutes trying not to hyperventilate and/or enter cardiac arrest).

They still get to hang up your cloak after a strenuous mission (and bury their nose in it until the edges of their vision go dark, and lick your sweat off the collar until their tongue is raw, and rub the damp material across their skin until they can feel you all over them).

(They still get to sneak into your bedroom every night with the spare key they made under your nose. They still get to pant over your face as they bask in your glory, as they breathe your breath. They still get to oh so carefully interlace their fingers with your own, intoxicatingly warm ones, they still get to pretend you'd ever want to hold them.)

Yes, they're still very much happy with their position- they'll just be much happier once that nuisance is taken care of.

Then, they can focus solely on aiding you in your endeavor for world domination, and you can focus on what really matters: them!

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

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[nickeverdeen]

hello!! i would like to request an arcane matchup! preferably romantic ^^

currently, i am in medical school due to my love for the human body and how it works! i find it fascinating. i also love chemistry and everything related to it haha. besides the science, i love art! i love reading literature, playing the piano and painting.

additional info!!

i’m a woman who is 5’10! im tall, to say the least.. and i have felt insecure due to my height in the past. everything's alright now, thankfully.

i’m very reserved and quiet with those that i do not know and with people that i know haha 😅 i can also be quite unstable emotionally due to my personality disorder.

Your Arcane match is…

Viktor

Viktor would love having deep, late-night discussions with you about medicine, chemistry, and the mysteries of the human body

He’d eagerly listen to your insights and offer his own perspectives

While he’s deeply rooted in science, Viktor would admire your love for art, often watching you paint or play the piano with quiet awe

He’d see it as a beautiful balance to his analytical mind

Viktor’s calm demeanor would ground you during moments of emotional instability

He’d hold your hand, talk you through your feelings, or simply sit with you in silence until you felt better

He’d be endlessly fascinated by your studies, asking you to share your knowledge

He’d see your work as another form of innovation that improves lives, much like his inventions

Neither of you would feel the need to fill every silence

Comfortable quiet moments, like reading together or working side by side, would be a cornerstone of your relationship

Viktor would craft small, thoughtful items for you, like a custom lamp for your study sessions or a gadget to help with your painting tools

Viktor would be highly attuned to your moods, often noticing when something’s off before you even say a word

He’d always approach you with patience and care

Viktor would constantly remind you of your strengths and accomplishments, helping you feel more secure in your abilities and worth, both as a student and as a person

[bardic-tales]

The Leviathan method: Step 11: Describe Your Protagonist(s)

Bianca Moore is a striking figure with golden hair that frames her flawless complexion and brown eyes, complemented by an hourglass figure. Standing at 5 feet tall, her appearance is both graceful and formidable, with white, black, and gold wings accented by golden feathers that hint at her celestial origins. Despite her angelic beauty, her elongated canines and aura of mystery hint at her hybrid nature. She is shaped by trauma and conflict. Bianca carries the weight of her tumultuous past with silent strength and often conceals her vulnerability behind a mask of pragmatism and reserve.

Quick Reference List

Tech Knowledge: Basic Modern Tech, Writing Software

Economic Class: Upper Middle-Class Author, Self-Sufficient, CEO Wife

Skills: Magic Combat (time-space-ice), Healing, Reality Manipulation. Swordsmanship (Noctemaris - Solstice)

Hobbies: Reading, Sketching, Writing

Classifications: Celestial-Demonic Hybrid, Otherworldly, Cosmic Horror

Vital Stats: Petite Build, Ethereal Glow, Dual Heritage

Bianca Moore: Detailed Character Breakdown

Technology/Tech Knowledge Bianca has a rudimentary understanding of modern technology but is far from a tech-savvy individual. She knows how to operate everyday devices like smartphones and laptops, using them primarily to write her novels or research. Her skills extend to basic software like word processors and communication tools, but she struggles with more advanced or futuristic technology. Due to her displacement, she has no need for advanced machinery, relying instead on her abilities. However, she is intrigued by weaponry and gadgets, particularly those she encounters in the world of Final Fantasy VII. Tech Knowledge: Basic Modern Tech, Writing Software

Economic/Social Class (during her marriage to Mordecai) Bianca’s economic status reflects her partnership with Mordecai, whose successful business ventures as CEO of Darklight Publishing ensured a comfortable and stable life for both of them. As an accomplished romance novelist, Bianca also contributed to their financial security. Her career, while not as lucrative as Mordecai’s publishing business, allowed her creative freedom and an independent sense of purpose. Economic Class: Middle-Class Author, Self-Sufficient, CEO's wife

Magic Abilities or Skills Bianca possesses a vast array of abilities tied to her celestial and demonic lineage. Her most prominent powers include spatial manipulation, energy projection, and the ability to interact with the souls of the departed. She has time, space, ice, nightmare, healing and protective magic, . Her combat style relies on agility, evasion, and precision strikes with her celestial blade, Solstice, and demonic blade Noctemaris. While she has some knowledge of swordsmanship, she excels more in magical combat and strategic planning. Skills: Magic Combat (time-space-ice), Healing, Reality Manipulation

Culture and Hobbies Bianca is a passionate reader, finding solace in romance and survival novels that mirror aspects of her life. She also enjoys sketching, often drawing scenes from her past or the people she holds dear. She appreciates moments of quiet reflection, writing in her journal, or exploring natural landscapes. Her hobbies provide a reprieve from her turbulent existence, grounding her in a sense of normalcy. Hobbies: Reading, Sketching, Writing

Classifications Bianca’s unique lineage as a celestial-demonic hybrid grants a distinctive appearance. Her golden hair, radiant complexion, and glowing eyes mark her as a being of divine origin, She has angel wings (black, white, and gold feathers). Classifications: Celestial-Demonic Hybrid, Otherworldly, Cosmic Horror

Vital Statistics Height: 5 feet (152 cm) Weight: 105 lbs (47.6 kg); 128.6 lbs (58.3 kg) including wings Age: 23 Health: Moderately stable, though influenced by her traumatic past Appearance: Bianca has waist-length wavy gold hair, piercing brown eyes that glows gold when she uses her powers, and an hourglass figure. Vital Stats: Petite Build, Ethereal Glow, Dual Heritage

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