#I am not tagging characters because of the temporary tattoos

[somelegobird]

It's my 18th birth

Happy birthday to me

The main celebration is that I'm gonna go to LegoLand on Saturday!! I'm so hyped. But for now:

Lloyd plush + temporary tattoos lol

I also got a mini rock tumbler for some reason but uh

Buh (hedwig set my best friend gave me)

[song-writer-melo-wrath]

~tag game~

rules: reblog this and say “rest in peace [your OC], you would have loved…” then tag your pals!

Thank you to @1000punks for the tag, always a pleasure <3

[looks at OC amount] … Oh. Oh goodness. Athy are we really doing this.

Well, let me get my tags out of the way now, @spiderin-space and @nova-moshi because I love their characters.

@hefkerut cause I've seen them mentioned a few times and would love to know more.

I think in other cases, I don't know if they like being tagged or not, or don't know if they have OCs or not, so if you see this and want to OC ramble, say I tagged you, it's an honorary tag <3

Now, let's run through them, shall we? I'll try going alphabetically. You might want to sit down.

RIP Acolith, you would have loved Sakura festivals.

RIP Adamantine, you would have loved “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss” posts.

RIP Adonis, you would have loved I'm Just Ken.

RIP Aged-Berry, you would have loved The Phantom of the Opera. And Tangled.

RIP Aikungi, you would have loved, nay, DEVOURED Naruto.

RIP Aldur, you would have loved drive in theatres.

RIP Amber, you would have loved candied insects.

RIP Ambrosia, you would have loved homemade beanies from Etsy.

RIP Anon, you would have loved the universal dislike of Anish Kapoor.

RIP Applesweet, you would have loved the fact that I gave you a different name, then forgot it. Girl I am so sorry. I'll work on it. You're still gonna be nicknamed that though.

RIP Arctic, you would have loved various authors dunking on J. K. Rowling.

RIP Arianna, you would have loved the song Dusk Till Dawn.

RIP Ash, you would have loved tone indicators.

RIP Ashlynn, you would have loved dry-clean services.

RIP Aspyn, you would have loved (and did, in fact, love) the Heathers musical.

RIP Astral Querie, you would have loved Lovebot.

RIP Astriel, you would have loved the MCR reunion tour.

RIP Athmoth, you would have loved the resurgence of bardcore, musical theatre, and the use of piano and music box in lo-fi.

RIP Bandit, you would have loved the choker section of Etsy.

RIP Bastion, you would have loved the video game you were inspired by: Bastion.

RIP Behemoth, you would have loved the memes about Ea-nāṣir

RIP Beregiso, you would have loved the fact that Dance Dance Revolution still has new games.

RIP Callie, you would have loved kites made in the shape of cute things like butterflies!!

RIP Caramel/Karma, you would have loved silly string.

RIP Cassandra, you would have loved Lacroix. I like my Lacroix the way I like Cassandra. I don't like Lacroix.

RIP Cat's Eye Apatite/Kat, you would have loved the increasing amount of pockets being put back in skirts/dresses.

RIP Celine, you would have loved Cheesecake Factory.

RIP Cinnabar, you would have loved girl in red.

RIP Chidimma, you would have loved and laughed your ass off at the “is it blue and black or white and gold” dress.

RIP Chuko, you would have loved Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

RIP Claymin, you would have loved the amount of embroidery patterns you can find online.

RIP Creation/Pebbles, you would have loved the crab rave video.

RIP Cricket, you would have loved the Necronomicon.

RIP Culpin, you would have loved sorbet places.

RIP Cyan, you would have loved liquid glitter phone cases.

RIP Dahlia, you would have loved online gothic lolita shops.

RIP Danyacree, you would have loved tarot cards.

RIP Daphne, you would have loved 4D chess.

RIP Dawn, you would have loved the concept of ukulele apology songs, and then gone “wait, the first one was due to WHAT?!”

RIP Dayo, you would have loved Joshua Weissman's channel.

RIP Delphinium, you would have loved Pink. Possibly Halsey as well.

RIP Destruction, you would have also loved the crab rave video.

RIP Devil Wood Razoda/"Razzy", you would have loved Chicago (the musical)

RIP Dextropho, you would have loved prosthetic stickers.

RIP Dione, you would have loved Owl City.

RIP Dusk, you would have loved melatonin.

RIP Dushun, you would have loved temporary tattoos.

RIP E-302, you would have loved ENA

RIP Eden, you would have loved Troye Sivan.

RIP Eflores, you would have loved flower symbolism websites.

RIP Eko, you would have loved Amy Rose.

RIP Ellum, you would have loved sensory deprivation tanks.

RIP Eodel, you would have loved Post Modern Jukebox.

RIP Euphy, you would have loved the “FUCK YOU BALTIMORE” video.

RIP Fable, you would have loved remote jobs.

RIP Fate, you would have loved Dutch Bros.

RIP Fang, you you would have loved cybercore masks.

RIP Fiona, you would have loved online hair styling tutorials.

RIP Flaveo, you would have loved virgin cocktails.

RIP Fleur, you would have loved slam poetry gatherings. And Queer Eye.

RIP Gecko Gleeble, you would have loved learning to play Riptide and Soul Sister.

RIP Harper, you would have loved Weird Al.

RIP Hazel, you would have loved Studio Ghibli movies.

RIP Helios, you would have loved solar panels.

RIP Hemlocke, you would have loved the legalization of weed.

RIP Honeycomb, you would have loved Once Upon A Time. And Tangled.

RIP Hope, you would have loved cat ear headphones.

RIP Hyacinth, you would have loved community gardens and TeamTrees.

RIP Ilya, you would have loved Influence by Robert Cialdini.

RIP Incar, you would have loved Imagine Dragons.

RIP Inigo, you would have loved Lin Manuel Miranda.

RIP Iris, you would have loved Star Wars. Nnnnot so much the third trilogy.

RIP Jasmine, you would have loved Domino's.

RIP Jefferson, you would have loved the Hercule Poirot movies. Especially the last one, you'd get so much closure.

RIP Karuko, you would have loved the fireworks shows at Butchart Gardens.

RIP Kerinth, you would have loved Fire Emblem.

RIP Kirino, you would have loved the fact that the lesbian flag now has orange. And the internet's love of frogs.

RIP Lemming, you would have loved nature documentaries.

RIP Ladyfingers, you would have loved Epic the musical.

RIP Larth, you would have loved Dracula the Musical.

RIP Lamya, you would have loved Berrywitched.

RIP Lavender, you would have loved the concept of counting sheep.

RIP Lavender (yes, I have two of them), you would have loved mobiles.

RIP Locket, you would have loved popcorn machines.

RIP Lucastamine, you would have loved Dungeon Meshi.

RIP Mal, you would have loved 90s kpop.

RIP Maldue, you would have loved Renaissance Fairs.

RIP Marble Fondant, you would have loved Bob Ross.

RIP Maximus, you would have loved The Greatest Showman.

RIP Mayday, you would have loved rhythm games.

RIP Melody, you would have loved hyperpop.

RIP Monelia, you would have loved Mitski.

RIP Morose, you would have loved Wolfwalkers. And Turning Red. And the live-action The Little Mermaid…except for how they made Flounder look.

RIP Mysterium, you would have loved Vocaloid as a whole.

RIP Mythos, you would have loved The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

RIP Narcoma, you would have loved Poppy in her metal era.

RIP Naonë, you would have loved both Hades and Hades 2.

RIP Nym, you would have loved 60s love songs. And the British Baking Show.

RIP Nystil, you would have loved sparkle GIFs.

RIP Olivia, you would have loved dodie.

RIP Oliphant, you would have loved Skyrim.

RIP Opsys, you would have loved the Trouled Birds series.

RIP Othello Onyxus/Thello, you would have loved r/Piracy.

RIP Pallas, you would have loved Hollow Knight.

RIP Pale Bloodstone, you would have loved Hazbin Hotel.

RIP Palharine, you would have loved Celeste.

RIP Paprika, you would have loved pretzel places.

RIP Perlif, you would have loved Shape of You by Ed Sheeran.

RIP Petal, you would have loved both Frozen movies.

RIP Phantom, you would have loved dubstep.

RIP Phanny, you would have loved skydiving.

RIP Pidoth, you would have loved blumineck.

RIP Pietro, you would have loved the “jk…unless” meme.

RIP Popleir, you would have loved Mothman.

RIP Pyrlotarius, you would have loved Greek amphitheatres.

RIP Recedes, you would have loved The Princess Bride.

RIP Rowley, you would have loved r/nostupidquestions

RIP Royal Fondant, you would have loved Happy Tree Friends

RIP Serendipity, you would have loved the rising trend of girls who call themselves soft but are actually absolutely batshit.

RIP Silica, you would have loved Alec Benjamin.

RIP Sinistropho, you would have loved the Lockwood and Co books, but NOT the show.

RIP Skylar, you would have loved Barnes & Noble.

RIP Solaris, you would have loved Life is Strange. Even if it's not that good of a game, it's fun to play with friends, and has its moments.

RIP Streak, you would have loved drunk karaoke. Or really, just. Karaoke. You'll get there.

RIP Stidgeon, you would have loved horoscope newsletters.

RIP Summer River, you would have loved A Sound of Thunder.

RIP Song, you would have loved speedrunners.

RIP Tamia, you would have loved uquiz.

RIP Tanuki, you would have loved the Nintendo 3DS Eshop music.

RIP Tecwyn, you would have loved the increasing diversity of people in scientific fields. Especially trans women and furries.

RIP Tivity, you would have loved Animal Crossing.

RIP Venn, you would have loved Twilight, but not for the usual reasons people like Twilight.

RIP Venus, you would have loved the ever-rising appreciation for BUFF 👏 WOMEN 👏

RIP Victor, you would have loved Vaporwave.

RIP Victoria/Vicky, you would have loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer

RIP Vio, you would have loved the web-weaving tag on Tumblr.

RIP Vulciadis, you would have loved the continued existence of gospel music.

RIP Warwick, you would have loved 3d printing.

RIP Wester, you would have loved weather vanes.

RIP Wrath, you would have loved Burning Man.

RIP Withanix, you would have loved huge earrings.

RIP Wonwite, you would have loved “daily ___” blogs.

RIP Qwerty, you would have loved the Unipiper.

RIP Yintu, you would have loved the utter failure of NFT bros.

RIP Yulmix/Mimi, you would have loved the phrase “comfort the afflicted, afflict the comfortable”

RIP Yume, you would have loved “is the ___ video cute” blogs.

RIP Ziah, you would have loved the meme of giving Roombas knives.

RIP Zinnia, you would have loved the cottagecore side of the internet.

+ a few more but ohhh wow is this making Tumblr load slower.

[its-monster-mash]

Left in the wake of @/darling-disastrous’s GORGEOUS fic about Michael Meyers as a Priest(not tagging them because I don’t want to bother them, but seriously if you’re into blasphemy stuff and Michael Meyers go read it), I feel that MORE slashers need Blasphemy Kink Smut

It might take me a while to get to it (I’m DMing “Curse of Strahd” for the first time next Sunday and I still have some prep to do), but I’m going to make a list of Slashers/Horror Characters I want to write Blasphemy Smut about; feel free to message me about them-I am much faster at writing imagines than I am at writing Fic so feel free to request imagines about these characters.

• Doomhead | 31

I love the idea of Doomhead as a priest in his life outside of 31 (typically I headcanon him as a disgruntled college history professor, but the idea of him as a priest is HOT). Maybe it’s a generational thing, like his father and grandfather and so on were all pastors, so it was just the natural progression for him as a stable job, despite being an atheist(or perhaps he believes in God&Satan, but hates God-let’s go with that, it’s Dramatic and I love it); that makes the Devil tattoo on his back SO interesting.

• Billy Loomis | Scream

AU where he escaped death, and is currently on the run. It’s been about twenty-maybe thirty years since the events of Scream, and he is now living under an assumed name, hiding in plain sight as the Pastor of your local church-or perhaps you’re a new resident. Either way, you’ve uncovered secrets he’s not keen on letting out.

• Brahms | The Boy

Instead of living in the walls, Brahms’ parents shipped him off to a religious school. People went missing, but no one ever suspected him-no one who could prove it anyway. He grew up to become a Pastor, taunting his parents with his presence in town. He still wears a mask to obscure his burns, but it’s in the image of “Christ’s Face”. The Graveyard may or may not have more inhabitants than you’d think.

• Otis Driftwood | House of 1000 Corpses [Trilogy]

Otis was a drifter as a young man, so this AU assumes he’s taken up temporary residence in an isolated roadside Chapel, after having killed the real Pastor, of course. Exhausted and alone on your long road trip, you stop at this Chapel in search of a safe place to sleep for the night. Father Driftwood is all too accommodating.

• Strahd Von Zarovich | Curse of Strahd [Dungeons and Dragons]

Vampires and Blasphemy go hand in unlovable hand. You’re an adventurer in Barovia, seeking Sanctuary in what appears to be a Temple to some god unknown to you. The Priest inside seems eager to help, and he’s just so charismatic you can’t help but hang on his every word as he preaches his mysterious god. You’re in too deep by the time he reveals himself as Barovia’s Dark Lord. There’s no one around to judge you; despite the obvious danger, you indulge your lurid fantasies.

• David | The Lost Boys 1987

Instead of a hotel, The Boys inhabit an abandoned sunken Cathedral. One night while visiting the boardwalk, you catch the attention of a mysterious group of strays. You find yourself enthralled, but by the time you weave your way through the crowd between you and them, they’re gone. Disappointed, you return to your room at the motel. Some time in the small hours of the morning you’re startled awake by a loud Thud at your door. A small card slips under your door, and you-still dazed from sleep- move to investigate. It’s a Santa Carla Postcard; written in an elegant script is an Invitation. You look outside, hoping to catch a glimpse at your mysterious visitor, but you are alone in the darkness.

• Needy Lesnicki | Jennifer’s Body

A Decade has passed since the band Low Shoulder was found dead in their studio; and you’re a Cold Case Enthusiast. Your unauthorized private research has led you to a Nunnery, but one of the Sisters there knows much more than you bargained for.

• Baby Firefly | House of 1000 Corpses [Trilogy]

You were a lay-sister in a nunnery, but were caught carrying out a lesbian relationship with another Nun; rather than excommunicate you, you were sent to another Nunnery far away...one of the sisters however, is not what she seems. AU where Baby broke out of prison on her own, and is in hiding as a Nun.

Full Disclosure I have a very difficult time remembering things I like on the spot, so I may update this list. Feel free to request other characters, but know I may decline because I am very picky about horror

[authorlaurawinter]

Loot Box Tag

Thank you @emelkae for the tag, I’m just now getting to it.

Rules: Make up what would come in a loot box for your wip!

Loot box for The Curse of Broken Shadows:

*the throwing knife*

temporary tattoos of the different magics

candle that smells like hickory smoke

pin that says “Empress of Chaos”

bag of “louze” (basically just a bag of cherry flavored candy)

Veil shard necklace

gold clips/charms for hair

Brela’s sketch of Boelynn in the jaws of a kygras

and probably some steamy character art between Brela and Cason

oh hell yeah, I want this so bad

Open tag because I’ve been gone on maternity leave and I am still out of it

[gallavictorious]

Seven Days left~ Give us 7 favorite Shameless moments

One day late – whoops! Sorry about that, sweet nonnie; this was the most delightful ask and I was very stoked to get it. ❤️❤️❤️

Disclaimer: I misread the question because I’m a dumbass and went for Gallavich moments. My bad. :o These are seven of my favourite moments, by the way: I just can't decisively pick my ultimate top seven. Also put them down in chronological order rather than in order of how fond of them I am, because it'd would've been too hard to do otherwise.

4x08: “You coming back?” This scene is quite uncomfortable, what with Ian's demand for blowjobs and Mickey's obvious (though temporary) discomfort, but I think that's what has me returning to it again and again (and what has had me writing one very long meta and a fic about it). It represents a shift in their dynamic, with Ian claiming some power in the relationship for himself, and even though it is uncomfortable, it's fascinating to see – and needed to happen for them to work in the long term (even if it maybe didn't need to happen like that – but then again, it's just so in character for both of them, however messed up?). The look Lip and Mickey exchanges after Ian's “relationship issues” never fails to get to me either, and I think it's important to note that Lip makes sure that Ian is okay with the situation and then he leaves them to it; he doesn't try to interfere or dissuade Ian. I keep wondering what that means to Mickey, having Lip – who's certainly not a friend at that point – know about him, and about him and Ian, and not really caring beyond making sure his baby brother is okay? I kind of think that maybe Lip and Mandy both showing Mickey that they're aware of the situation but not making a big deal out of it is really fucking important – people can know he's gay without it having to be a thing and without the world ending. Terry is a horrible outlier.

4x11: “Just wondering if we're a couple or not.” Maybe it's the mutual manhandling, maybe it's them trying to negotiate and sort out the current dynamics of their relationship. There's so much tension and so many layers here, history lingering, even as they're both fond and playful: lots to unpack. Damngoodcoffee once noted that Ian almost looks scared when Mickey pushes him to the bed, and I haven't been able to unsee that since, or to forget that the last time Ian pushed Mickey to verbalize the truth of their relationship Mickey kicked him in the face. I also love love love the lead up with Carl and Ian, “do you love Mickey?” – “I like how he smells.” Please take note of Mickey washing his hands: the dirtiest white boy in American is an example to penis pee:ers everywhere.

5x08: “Sorry I'm late.” Ian's surprise, and the look of hesitant wonder as Mickey shows up and moves to lie down next to him, like he can't quite believe that Mickey is really there, that he actually came. Mickey's quiet apology, no excuses or explanations about how he needed some time to deal (which, you know, it's very fair for him to need); he's there for Ian now, putting his own fears and pain and needs to the side to be what (he thinks) Ian needs him to be. That admittedly doesn't work out great for either of them in the end, but still, in this moment, it is what they both desperately crave: to just have each other and find shelter in the other's arms. Ungh. That gentle kiss to Ian's hair, how Ian finally relaxes and reaches up to grasp Mickey's wrist, holding on. It breaks my heart and soothes me, all at the same time.

10x07: Domestic bitches. Probably the scene I've tag ranted about the most, because I. Love. It. To. Pieces. Ian's so glad to be back in a place where he feels at home and can be useful by doing important stuff like picking up shampoo and shit for Mickey (in prison, I think he was acutely aware of them being on Mickey's turf and him feeling a bit not comfortable with being the one in need of protection?) and he's so damned happy that he gets to be here with Mickey. Gets to help him out and playfully slap his ass and kiss his cheek and squeeze his titty and just love him and be with him. And Mickey, being completely unconcerned about this display in front of Sandy; in fact he seems to adore being so obviously claimed and loved and wanted, and that's such a huge shift from the boy who was once terrified by the idea of letting Ian kiss him even in private. Argh. Just. Them being domestic bitches and loving it – and each other – so fucking much. They're giddy with it here and it makes my heart swell.

10x10: “When you know, you know. Right?” I have an absurd weakness for Ian being petty, and Mickey really had it coming here, so. You know. Allow me an evil chuckle. The Byron of it all is an unwelcome distraction (and Mickey gritting out “the love of my life” makes me cringe so hard every single time), but then I look at the absolute glee in Ian's eyes when he realizes that Mickey is going to a hipster concert and yeah, this is Kee's shriek of delight. Mickey looks very good in his shirt and with the hair and the cigarette, and that's always an easy sell with me. (He also looks so uncomfortable with Ian finding out about the concert but, again, he kind of had it coming.) Aah. Ian's certainly not the only petty character on the show, but it just looks better on him than on anyone else. He's got it down.

11x10: “Hit my husband again, I'll fucking kill you.” Mickey isn't even in this scene, and still. I didn't expect Ian to take such a firm stance on this (considering that Lip is his brother and Mickey was not innocent in the fight) but maybe that's why I love it so much? I swear, the jolt I felt when hearing it for the first time, it nigh on knocked me over. “My husband” Ian says, making a point of emphasising the nature of his relationship to Mickey; the Gallaghers generally strike me as having a general expectation of putting birth family above partners when push comes to shove. Fiona certainly did for a long while, and though Lip's kind of screwing his siblings over to create the life he wants with Tami and Fred this season, I think he still sees the sibling group as Ian's primary unit, and Ian wants to remind him that this isn't the whole truth anymore. Also, protective!Ian is glorious. (I love me some brothers on the porch, so even without this line, this is a great scene. But with it – holy mother of God, I've been slain. I'd feel embarrassed about the number of times I played it on repeat the next day, but I'm too old for that shit.)

11x11: Intro Speaking of protective!Ian... I'm sorry, there's just no arguing with the aftercare vibes and I don't even know how to process that properly. Mickey's a little out of it, seems like, since he's rather slow to respond to the intrusion and displays none of his usual intiative and agression, whereas Ian is very quick to shift from gazing lovingly at Mickey to chasing us out with a determination and anger usually reserved for Frank. I mean, how else would you explain it? (And okay, it's an intro and breaking the fourth wall, so speculating about when it happens in canon is of course foolish, but I'm just saying that they're in their new flat with very little furniture still so it has to happen around the time of the last episode but I very much doubt they played around like this when everything was so weird between them so probably not between 11x10 and 11x11, but say they got back to their place after their reconciliation on their old bed and just kept on reaffirming their bond in all possible ways? Yes? Yes.)

Special mention: 10x06 Deleted Bathroom Scene. Mickey is looking fine as fuck – please, do wear black tanks more often, I am begging you, Mick – and his eyebrow game is in excellent shape, and then we have Ian seeing to his wounds (be still my heart) and pulling at his hair when Mickey's just a shade too bratty and Mickey's little look of 'okay sure I had that coming' and I'm sorry, but I am dead now. Deceased. Only two things detract from this otherwise perfect scene: Ian's titties tattoo on prominent and unfortunate display, and the confusion about whether or not Mickey didn't even learn the simplest Spanish words during his stint in Mexico.

So, that's me. I could just as easily have picked seven completely different moment, but I do love all of these very much.

[erisbaek]

Stucky Fic Rec [Part Two]

Here is part two of the fic rec, as promised by today! I don’t know how many parts this will be since I am constantly reading new fics, and adding them. Every fic added to this rec I have read, and would recommend, therefore they are my personal preference (meaning typically longer than 10k, and very few - if any - shrinkyclinks and ABO) Same as last time, I will provide the Google Doc link where I update the rec regularly, but if you’d prefer it formatted here, it is under the cut!

Google Doc Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10wqr5s-CzkFzLidQgt-y4-cjudHWwVeVPWCedMjK7t0/edit

If you want to recommend fics, you can do that as well! I only add fics that I’ve read. 

Watch Them Rolling Back

         Word Count: 16.9k          Rating: Teen and Up          Notable Tags: Post Infinity War, Canon Divergence          Warnings: Temporary Character Death          Synopsis: Bucky was just here, he was right here. This can’t be all that’s left. Well, it’s not all that’s left, not quite. There, in the pile of ash that used to be Bucky Barnes, already drifting to scatter across the soil of Wakanda, to dissipate in the air, to be nothing but dust on Steve’s hands and in his gasping mouth and in his lungs—left there, in that ash and dirt, are his gun, and his left arm, gleaming dully in the sunshine.

Hey Bartender, Pour ‘Em Hot Tonight

           Word Count: 22.9k            Rating: Mature            Notable Tags: Bartender!Bucky, Patron!Steve           Warnings: Smut           Synopsis: Steve looks down and catches sight of a bright pink drink in a hurricane glass. Moisture is beaded on the outside, and the cool feel of it is nice on Steve’s sweaty hand as he picks up the monstrosity Sam has ordered for him.

“What the hell is this?” Steve asks, a disbelieving smile on his face. “You couldn’t just order me a beer?” “You said to surprise you,” Sam smirks. “And you made me wait.” “But what is it?” Steve repeats, and is answered by a deep, unfamiliar voice. “It’s a Singapore Sling,” the man behind the bar is smiling. “Not what you were expecting?” In which Bucky is a bartender and Steve is immediately smitten. He's not the only one.

Roommate Wanted 

            Word Count: 61.7k             Rating: Teen and Up             Notable Tags: Roomate!AU, Secret Identity             Warnings: None             Synopsis: As Captain America, he’s one of New York’s finest heroes. But as regular old Steve Rogers? Nothing more than a struggling graphic designer who can't quite pay rent anymore. The solution? Get a roommate. Enter Bucky Barnes, aka the Winter Soldier, ex-brainwashed assassin turned hero trying to make up for his violent past. He needs a place to stay - preferably with a roommate who wouldn't mind his weird hours. Seems like the perfect match. Only problem? Neither knows the other is a hero.

These Streets

          Word Count: 5.4k                        Rating: Mature           Notable Tags: Cop!Steve            Warnings: Smut           Synopsis: The life and times of Police Officer Steve Rogers and his dealings with the not so classy residents of his local precinct, including Bucky Barnes, the rough muscle with the dreamy blue eyes.

(A Silent Prayer) Like Dreamers Do

             Word Count: 12.5k             Rating: Mature             Notable Tags: Soulmate!AU, Shrunkyclunks              Warnings: None             Synopsis: Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone. Since the counsel has been keeping records, there has been one exception to that rule, and considering the man, no one was very surprised. After all, Captain America, ne Steve Rogers, was the exception to all the rules. So when he plunged into the Atlantic in a plane loaded with enough explosives to take out the entire Eastern Seaboard, the nation mourned him, but the counsel breathed a sigh of relief. Their perfect record - a soulmate for everyone - was intact. When Bucky is five or six or seven, he has his first bonding dream.

The Tipping Point

             Word Count: 16.8k              Rating: Teen and Up              Notable Tags: Not CACW Compliant, Touch Starved              Warnings: None              Synopsis: Bucky shows up at Steve's door a week after he pulled him out of the Potomac. He brings his cat with him. Eventually, they stay.

Victims and Victories

             Word Count: 14.7k              Rating: Explicit             Notable Tags: Army!Steve,, Mechanic!Bucky             Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Mentions of R*pe/Non-Con, Assault              Synopsis: Steve Rogers is an Army Special Forces Captain. Bucky Barnes, former marine sniper, restores and sells old cars in his spare time. They meet one day when Steve is on a run and Bucky is running from his abusive ex. Steve turns out to be exactly what Bucky needs.

Strange Visitor (From Another Time)

             Word Count: 51.1k              Rating: Explicit               Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Hidden Identity, Reporter!Bucky, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers              Warnings: Slight Smut             Synopsis: James Barnes, rising star reporter of the New York Bulletin, has a plan. One, find out all there is to know about New York's newest vigilante Nomad, starting with his true identity. Two, write a masterful piece about it. Three, win a Pulitzer and become the envy of all his peers. Four, enjoy. Or, you know, something like that. One thing's for certain, though: he sure as hell isn't going to let that fucking asshole newbie Grant O'Connor steal his spotlight.

I Will Remember You

          Word Count: 15.4k           Rating: Teen and Up           Notable Tags: Temporary Amnesia           Warnings: None           Synopsis: Bucky is James now, and it takes Steve losing his memory to bring them back together He stares at the man, curious and wondering. “Who are you?”  “James Barnes.”  The man’s voice, and the way he shapes his consonants—soft and smooth and just a touch foreign—is almost, but not quite, familiar.  “Are we friends too?” he asks. “Yeah.” Huh. The way his body’s responding to James doesn’t seem very friend-like.

Travelling Light 

           Word Count: 56.8k            Notable Tags: Angel!Bucky, Dark Fantasy, Bonding            Warnings: Canonical Character Death, Smut            Synopsis: When Steve wakes up, it is a surprise. The last thing he remembers is the bottom of the lake, sharp teeth and yellow eyes, and the cold pressure of not being able to breathe. But he isn’t dead. He didn’t drown. He is not in the water anymore. Instead, he is warm, very much alive, and wrapped in a cocoon of feathers. He’s also naked. And with a man lying right next to him.

La Belle et la Bête

             Word Count: 66.7k              Rating: Explicit               Notable Tags: Beauty and the Beast!AU, Forced Marriage, Veteran!Bucky              Warnings: Body Horror, Smut              Synopsis: Steven Rogers was born in 18th century Ireland to a mother who knew herbs and the old ways. After she passes, Steve asks for aid and gets more than he bargained for. He’s cursed into the form of a beast by day and given 300 years to prove to the fae enchantress that such a thing as true love exists. If he can’t prove it, he’ll be whisked back to her realm and be forced to marry her. He can try to find love with whomever he wants, but they have to fall in love with him without seeing his human face for a year and a day. He spends hundreds of years searching, but so far, no one seems worth the risk. Bucky Barnes is a grumpy war vet whose sister is dying. Desperate, he goes in search of a flower that can save her, but the cost is higher than he anticipated: His sister’s life in exchange for his. When he returns to keep his side of the bargain, nothing in the mansion is what it seems.

Captain America and the Great Pygmalion Debacle

             Word Count: 31.7k              Rating: Explicit               Notable Tags: Friends to Lovers, Slow Build              Warnings: Smut              Synopsis: Bucky absolutely refuses to cut his hair and for the life of him Steve can't understand why. The reason? There's nothing in this world Bucky loves more than having Steve brush it...

Breath I’ll Take, and Breath I’ll Give

              Word Count: 17.1k               Rating: Mature               Notable Tags: Post CATWS               Warnings: PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts               Synopsis: It's starting to get harder for Steve to find reasons to get out of bed in the morning.

Lucky Seven

              Word Count: 94.3k               Rating: Explicit               Notable Tags:  Shrunkyclunks, Mechanic!Bucky, Russian!Bucky, Slow Burn                Warnings: Smut               Synopsis: Captain America trashes his motorcycle a lot. Tony says he'll fix it, then never gets around to it and just buys him a new one. Steve, the Depression-era kid, can't stand the waste and goes looking for somewhere near him in Brooklyn where he can get his bike fixed. That's how he finds Red Star Bike Repair, and the hot Russian-immigrant bike racer who runs it: all long hair and muscles and tattoos. And for the first time since he woke from the ice, Steve feels a connection to someone; a comfort in the other man's silences and his space, an attraction in his sheer skill at racing. But James Barnes isn't exactly who he seems…

The Arsonist’s Choir

            Word Count: 11.9k             Rating: Explicit             Notable Tags: Post CACW, (Kind of) Fake Marriage             Warnings: Smut             Synopsis: "It's Bucky," Steve added, helplessly. The buyer was now sitting at Mikhailov's table, but the mission seemed unimportant. "He's been arrested. In Texas. And, uh, apparently, we're married." "Congratulations," Natasha replied, with a small grin. "Are you registered anywhere?"

What a Dizzy Dance

          Word Count: 30.7k           Rating: Explicit           Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Model!Bucky, Neighbours!AU           Warnings: Smut           Synopsis: An AU where Bucky is a model but Steve is still Steve. They live next to each other and Bucky keeps accidentally stealing Steve's cat.

Separating Me From You

         Word Count: 14.8k          Rating: Mature          Notable Tags: Post CATWS          Warnings: None          Synopsis: After Bucky's recovery, in the face of SHIELD's rebirth, and as all the Avengers have found themselves at a comfortable place with themselves and each other, it should have occurred to Steve that something would go wrong. However, he could have never guessed that trouble would come in the form of the US Army deciding that, because Steve had signed himself over for Project Rebirth, he was technically still the property of the US Government. Property that they wanted to claim.

The Sweetest Spark

         Word Count: 73.1k          Rating: Explicit          Notable Tags: Modern!AU, Age Difference, No Powers          Warnings: Smut          Synopsis: Steve Rogers runs a successful business. He has great friends and a great life. It seems like he has it all. So why is he sitting in a diner on a Friday night alone? Maybe he's just a little lonely. Maybe Bucky Barnes can help with that. ----- It wasn’t just how he looked. Of course, the fact that he was ridiculously stunning was what Steve had noticed first when he’d spotted him across the diner and had left him staring with his mouth open before he’d realised what he was doing, but how could he not?...

A Memory Like a Haunting

           Word Count: 28.6k            Rating: Explicit            Notable Tags: Time Travel            Warnings: Smut            Synopsis: “Why is Bucky’s line disconnected?” Steve asks. “Steve, who are you talking about?” Clint asks. Steve glares at him. “Bucky. You know. The Winter Soldier. My boyfriend. Long hair, metal arm. Come on, guys, this isn’t funny.” “No one is laughing,” Natasha replies. “There is no one called the ‘Winter Soldier,’ and if you have a boyfriend, you certainly haven’t introduced him to us.” “JARVIS, can you tell me if Bucky is in the building?” he asks instead of responding to Nat. There is a long pause and then JARVIS’ clear voice comes down from the ceiling. “I have no records of anyone who goes by the name ‘Bucky’ entering the building.” Or: Steve wakes from a nightmare only to find that Bucky no longer exists.

Honeymoon Cabin

          Word Count: 16.8k           Rating: Explicit           Notable Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Post Avengers, Veteran!Bucky           Warnings: Smut            Synopsis: After a misunderstanding about the rental availability of the famed Honeymoon Cabin, two lonely men end up falling in love during a winter snowstorm that strands them in the same place.

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Paris Haute Couture Week S/S 2020 Plus a Little Jacquemus: Okay, Dior DID Suck (Part 2/2)

Hi to anyone reading,

First of all, thank you! I have never had a post do as well as the part 1 of my haute couture week review did and I am so overwhelmed with the positive feedback. This is probably funny to read for those of you getting thousands of reblogs on your posts, me acting like I won an academy award because I got a couple of hundred, but honestly I don’t expect any traction when I write on here (it’s basically just me word vomiting everything I’m thinking as if people want to hear it aka. mouthing off into what I thought was the void) so if you did read it, thank you! I do spend a long-ass time on these so it means a lot:-)

I’ll leave the self-indulgent ramble there though as it’s probably not what you came for and jump straight into part 2 of my thoughts, starting with Jacquemus. Yeah, I knew what I was doing when I tagged that in my last post. Simon Porte Jacquemus is the man of the *fashion* people right now; I’ve even found myself coming round to the Le Chiquito bag despite my original thought being “well, that’s fucking useless”. I know, I know, technically it’s not haute couture; it was part of Men’s Fashion Week, but it happened around the same time and everyone was talking about it on Twitter, so I feel like I have to include it.

In a way, it kind of reminds me of Bottega Veneta’s last RTW show, in that, especially with the women’s outfits, we seem to be sticking with simple, fitted garments and chunky, more statement jewellery. I’ve got to say I like the styling here a lot more though, and in general I’m a fan of this collection. The collared tops with cut outs underneath blazers are cool and I can’t wait until it gets warm enough for me to not feel dumb wearing my headscarfs like this; there’s a LOT of summer outfit inspiration. It’s not a mind-blowing collection or anything but it is effortlessly sexy and that’s something I wish I could say about myself. Most of us can only hope to look half as good as these models do whilst making the effort but at least Jacquemus is aspirational, lol. 

I also fucking adore this colour palette. I’m sick of neutrals literally just meaning brown and white; the navy, sand and muted khaki is a fresh edition to what is usually interpreted as the colours you’d seen worn by Disney’s Riverboat Cruise staff and only Disney’s Riverboat Cruise staff. And I mean, come on-what is more neutral than typical English school carpet blue.

Next for the whole reason I had to make this haute couture week review 2 separate posts: Jean Paul Gaultier’s final show.

In the best way possible, it’s a lot. I don’t even really know where to start, except to say that I guess this is a fitting last show; a celebration of everything campy, messy, weird, performative, and punk is the perfect send off for a brand whose best known perfume of the last few years is called Scandal. More than anything, the final show represented the range of characters and cultures that have influenced JPG throughout his half-a-decade-long career, the lines that supposedly separate what is “masculine” and “feminine”, “old” and “young” and ultimately art and fashion blurred in the most exaggerated way possible. Sure, there are some looks which are individually a bit messy here but the way they were grouped into almost chapter-like segments meant that when you see them all together, they work. Nods to the patterns and structures that recurred from season to season were sprinkled throughout, from sailor stripes to corsets to the expected whirlwinds of colour. I’ll even allow the wellies in that one outfit; if I can get over bucket hats in Peter fucking Pilotto’s last RTW show, I can get over some questionable shoes here. Middle aged fishermen and boys who liked to pose with monster carp in their Tinder pictures as some weird display of masculinity everywhere rejoice.

Now onto a show that I personally found slightly disappointing: Margiela.

I think this one is a bit TOO weird for me. Like if you’re gonna go avant-garde, go all out. Chiffon gimp masks (I don’t know if that’s the intention here but that’s what I’m getting, sorry Maison) are something I’m not particularly fond of and I’ve never been a fan of the Tabi boots in the first place, let alone when they’ve seemingly been blown up to Michelin man style proportions. I didn’t find the show to be a total lost cause-I enjoyed the colour palette and I’ve always liked that contrast stitching detail, plus the bowler hats are interesting-but on the whole considering how much I liked the last RTW show, this is a bit of a let down. 

The looks I included are salvageable but (I feel mean saying this) there were genuinely a lot of pieces that did just resemble bits of fabric draped over each over with no discernible rhyme or reason, so much so that they reminded me of some of the monstrosities I saw at a Drag Race pub quiz this one time where we had 5 mins to make some garms out of loo roll and then have a team member model them for points down a makeshift runway. 

Ralph and Russo was alright. There were a few pieces that I really liked but again, I can’t help but compare this collection to the last, where it felt like the fussy details of bows and sequins and feathers and the Barbie Dreamhouse palette were utilised with a direction in mind. Here, I don’t get that. As ever, the gowns are gorgeous and I’d pay good money just to try one on for five minutes but as an overall collection I’d say there was a lack of higher vision, which is probably the snobbiest sentence I’ve ever written so forgive me.

As for Ronald Van Der Kemp, I could’ve done without including it to be honest, if it weren’t for the few pieces I’m in love with: the velvet cape, fur trimmed jacket and blue satin dress are probably my favourite pieces here.

So onto a collection I liked a lot more: Schiaparelli. 

The influence of nature from flowers in bloom to insects to the organic structure of the human skeleton is as present as ever, though this collection includes a lot more delicate symbolism than usual. Honestly, the details make it for me; the brooches, earrings and facial jewellery are other-worldly touches to outfits that could otherwise be simple fashion magazine editor on-the-go. That’s not in itself a bad thing! The suits are gorgeous. I mean, I’m talking fashion editor in New York in a power suit yelling orders down the phone while she rushes along with a coffee. A Miranda Priestley in the making type woman. THAT’S a modern take on the divine feminine that Maria Grazia should’ve been going for; our goddesses aren’t women who sit around looking pretty (though that helps too) and place curses on mere mortals anymore, they’re women who get shit done. 

With regards to Valentino, which was also a delight, let me start by saying this colour palette is EVERYTHING. It’s ugly sisters in Cinderella fantastic, and we know those 2 were the real fashion icons really. Other than that, I adore the Old Hollywood silhouettes from the gloves to the Liz Taylor-in-Cleopatra-level-dramatic earrings. Everything is opulent and expensive-looking and pretty much what we’ve all come to expect from Valentino. A strong 8/10.

For me personally, Viktor and Rolf was a standout and one of my favourite collections of haute couture week. It’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea and I know it’s at the complete opposite end of the spectrum to what was probably my other favourite collection, Elie Saab, but this is just my style down to a T, the perfect balance of grungy and cutesy that I want to achieve. 

There’s probably going to be a lot of objections to the temporary face tattoos and I get that, but I think they’re fucking sick. I obviously wouldn’t get a permanent one lest my mother murder me in cold blood however if I did, you bet I would be pairing them with frilly-ass babydoll dresses that you could pick up in Camden Market like this. 

And last but not least (that would be Dior), there’s Zuhair Murad.

Sigh.

IDK, man. Seeing Zuhair Murad dresses on Tumblr and WeHeartIt (remember that site? It still exists!) as a 14 year old was one of the things that got me into fashion, so it sucks that almost every time a new collection comes around, I feel underwhelmed. Disappointingly, the brand hasn’t really progressed all that much since 2013. It goes without saying that the stoning and the embroidery and sequins are stunning and would make anyone feel like a princess but from a critical point of view, I’m just not seeing anything new here. Whereas I feel like Elie Saab, for example, reflected the growing fascination with East Asian fashion and recognition of the supremacy of the region’s street style in his haute couture last collection, Zuhair Murad seems to be stuck designing the same dresses he was 6 years ago. 

To pick one example, the rounded stoned necklines are so outdated that they’ve been making their way onto department store prom dresses for years. I get that it’s supposed to be a reference to Ancient Egyptian style and I respect that, I was one of those 8 year old that was obsessed with mummies and the “Curse of Tutankhamun”, but couldn’t it be done in a more interesting way? It’s Maria Grazia’s spin on Ancient Greece all over again. Now I get how how the I imagine very niche subsection of people who are into fashion and Julius Caesar (okay, so I don’t even know if they still believed in mythology and all that malarky at that point in history but just roll with my comparison here) might’ve felt going through Vogue Runway. Anyway, I hate to end on a critical note and so be clear, these are still absolutely magnificent dresses. If we ignore those ugly round necklines, that is.

So that’s it for this post! If you read part 1 and 2, I hope you enjoyed it! As always, let me know your opinions and feel free to disagree. I’m literally just about to start trawling through all the A/W 2020 RTW collections though I imagine that’s gonna take me way longer to do than this, so I wouldn’t expect that for a month or two. In the meantime, I’m trying to fit shooting a Euphoria-inspired lookbook into my days off work which is looking atm like it’s going to be the end of March, so look out for that, and also a review of the red carpet fashion from this season’s award shows. 

As ever, thank you so much for reading and again, thank you for the reception on part 1 if you were one of the people that read it. It makes staying up til 3am with the jitters seem worthwhile, lol! 

Lauren x

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Kinktober Day 10: Accidentally in Fun

Kinktober Day 10 Prompts: Piercing (temporary) || Vaginal dildo || Being bitten Fandom: Bright (2017) Tags: Exophilia, piercing (temporary), dildos, biting, voyeurism (dub-con), premature ejaculation Pairing: Orcgre(m)/Hybrid(f)

[Authors note: I love the Bright franchise and have a ton of OCs in the Bright universe and have written quite a bit for them, just never really posted anything. So while these characters are familiar to me, I don’t think anyone else is really going to know who they are. Tali is an orc/human hybrid that belongs to me and Taz is an orc/ogre hybrid that belongs to my dear friend Prisms. I am using him with her permission. Profiles for these characters can be found here.]

They had officially been dating for a few months now and Tali was starting to go just a little bit crazy. She adored Taz, adored everything about him, but lord was he testing her ability to behave herself. He was shy, new to the whole relationship thing, so Taalah didn’t want to pressure him for sex, or any kind of overt sexual contact. Yes they had kissed, even made out a couple times, but it never went far. At least not far enough for Taalah. Their make out sessions often left her aroused and needy. 

She knew Taz was a virgin and the idea of pressuring him, or using his own arousal to push the issue made her deeply uncomfortable. Until she was sure that he was actually ready to consent to sex, Tali did what she could to keep their make out sessions from going to far, though she will admit knowing that what they did aroused him stroked her ego some. It was clear his body was responding in all the right ways and physically he wanted to go farther, she was more worried about the mental and emotional side of things. Which was why, as usual, she had to hit the breaks. No matter how turned on she got. 

Tonight his hands had wandered under her shirt and it had felt so good that she almost ended up in his lap. Stopping herself Tali had to pull back and take a moment to calm down. Right now she needed a cold shower, as she was at his place that wasn’t really going to work. Plus it really wasn’t all that late and they still had plans for the rest of the evening. They were supposed to go see a movie, but a quick kiss turned into more kisses which turned into full on making out. 

They hadn’t bought the tickets yet which meant that they could skip the movie and do something else if they really wanted. Tali sat back on the couch, sinking into the cushions and smiling as she watched Taz try to casually hide his boner with a pillow. It was adorable how shy he was, really she had never met anyone like him and it just made her want him more. Honestly, they hadn’t been together long, but Tali was pretty sure she was just straight up in love. Or this was the most severe case of infatuation she had ever had. 

“Did you still want to go to the movie? It is getting kind of late and we might not make it on time.” Taalah looked Taz in the eyes, giving him a bit of privacy and pretending she didn’t notice the pillow. 

“We.. we… wecould do some.. Something else.” Taz clenched his jaw, cursing himself. His stuttering was almost gone around her and yet sometimes it acted up. Usually if he got a little too excited. “Not sure what though.” He scratched his chin reminding himself he should shave. Though Tali was still trying to convince him to let his beard and horns grow out. To embrace his ogre side a bit more. 

Taalah sat up, she had an idea. A crazy, wonderful, and probably terrible idea. “How adventurous are you feeling?”

Something in her tone gave Lazarus pause. He trusted Taalah, more than he trusted almost anyone. However, he was aware that she could be mischievous and she was far more adventurous and brave than he was. He still couldn’t bring himself to tell her all the things he wanted, all the things he thought, and considering what they had just been doing he wondered if this was going to be sexual. “I mean, I.. I’m not, not, not as brave as you.” His stuttering was calming down a bit.

“Ok, hear me out. I know you like body mods, I have seen your tattoo’s, and obviously you like piercings. So, what if we hit up a tattoo shop and got some piercings or something?” Tali bounced a bit on the couch, forgetting that her bra was off and her tits were just swaying free under her shirt. 

Taz grinned, she had only seen some of his tattoos. He had others and she was right. He did like body modifications. There were a few piercings he had considered getting but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get those kinds of piercings with Taalah there. Still it did sound like fun. “Ok, I’m down. Though I have no idea what I am going to get done.”

Tali giggled and hopped up off the couch. “We will figure it out when we get there, grab your stuff let's go!”

Taz had grown used to having Tali on his bike with him, the first time had almost been a disaster, but as she learned how to properly sit and he learned to not let the feel of her body against him distract him, it became easier. He knew exactly which shop to take them to. 

Pulling into the lot he was glad to see they didn’t look crowded, there was a better chance that they would be able to get something done tonight without an appointment. Ushering Tali in to the shop they headed to the counter, Taz looming over her with a hand on her shoulder. 

“And what can I do for you?” The Orc behind the counter asked as he eyed them up and down, his eyes lingering a bit on Taalah.

“Looking to get some piercings if your piercer is available?” Taalah leaned forward looking at the jewelry in the case.”

“Yeah, gonna need to see some ID though. You lookin to get your nipples done?” The orc asked still staring a bit.

Taz didn’t really like where this was going. He knew Taalah was hot, really hot, super fucking hot. Like he honestly had no idea how he got so fucking lucky, she was that got damned hot. He still didn’t appreciate the staring and his nervous energy coupled with him wanting to stand up for her had him answering before she could. “Actually I am getting mine done.”

The orc paused, looking up at Taz. The deep voice had startled him and he almost wasn’t sure if the guy was serious. “Both or just one?”

Now it was Taalah’s turn to try and stay composed. She wanted to laugh so badly, because the situation was kind of funny. Though the idea of nipple piercings was fun. “I don’t know about him, but I want both done.” She looked up at Taz “We can be twinsies”. His expression broke her and she buried her face in his side and started laughing, hard.

Shaking his head Taz just shrugged. “Both as well, I am looking to get rings though. She might want something else.”

The orc nodded. “Yeah, with tits that size I recommend Barbells. The pressure will be more even on the piercings, less chance of rejection.”

He still wasn’t amused, but Taz was going to let it slide. He had not planned to get his nipples pierced but here they were. Showing his ID after Taalah showed hers, they were led to the back room where an elf with more body jewelry than Taz had ever seen on a single person before began to set up. 

“Ok who is first my lovelies?” The elf was smiling up at Taz, giving him a thorough once over. “How about you big fella, why don’t you sit right down and take off your shirt.”

Taalah smiled and reached for his hand, squeezing it. “You go first, I will go second. I want to see this being done. I have a feeling it is going to be easier for you.”

Taz nodded and removed his shirt handing it to Tali before hopping up on the table and laying back as the elf requested. He was a little self conscious of his body, wondering if his body hair was going to be an issue. His chest and stomach had pretty thick coverage, another trait inherited from his ogre side. Though he had much less body hair, and hair in general, than a full blooded ogre. 

“Now, this is going to pinch, actually it is probably going to hurt, but I need you to remain as still as possible.” The elf cleaned the area then helped Taz walk through a breathing exercise before pushing the needle through. First one done, and ring in place, the elf moved to the second. 

Overall Taz handled it rather well, the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as he feared it would be. Though he wasn’t sure if he would actually keep these. He had mostly requested this as a reflex and would probably end up taking them out if they bothered him too much. 

“Darling you did spectacular. Help your little friend up here, and we can start on her.” The elf cleaned up the chair pushed the tray out of the way, sliding over a new one with all new sterile materials. “Ok, sweetheart, this is going to be much harder for you. I need you to stay really still and lay all the way back. I have to make some marks so these will be even so give me just a bit.”

Tali was nervous as she handed her shirt to Taz who was now blushing and trying so hard not to look. His shirt was still off and he was doing his best to be a gentleman. She lay still as the elf measured and had her sit up and lay down a few times to make sure that they would be even no matter what position she was in. He was thorough and Tali appreciated that. He was far more gentle than she expected, and since Taz handled his easily, she really was not prepared for the searing pain as the needle went in. 

Coaxing her through her breathing the elf got the jewelry in one and worked on the second. He noticed the tears in her eyes and glanced at her friend who was looking away. It was kind of adorable, and he managed to finish quickly. “I am sorry sweetie, I know it hurt. Dry your eyes and sit up for me ok?” He handed her a tissue and gave her a once over to make sure they looked even.

Taz couldn’t help looking every now and then, seeing her like this was not what he had expected and the piercings were amazing. He loved them on her and hoped she kept them. The tears worried him and he tried to comfort her by rubbing her back a little bit. Her tears, and his own slight pain was the only reason he had managed to keep from getting an erection, as it was, he had to really focus. 

The elf provided them with cleaning instructions, helped them cover their new piercings and lead them out to the front to pay. He waved as they left and leaned on the counter looking at the orc. “I hope they come back, they are so cute!” 

The orc rolled his eyes. “You just want the big one to raw you like a beast.” 

“Oh honey, I would let him do everything to me, but don’t at like you weren’t wanting to do just that to his girlie. Please, like you are so much better than me.” The elf huffed and went back to clean his room. 

The ride back had excitement coursing through Lazarus, he wanted to bring Tali home with him but it was late and she had already said she couldn’t stay the night tonight, so he headed over to her place. When they arrived he noticed her dad’s truck was gone and parked his bike where it wouldn’t be in the way if he came home while Taz was still there. “I had fun, if … if you don’t want me to come in that is ok.” 

Tali hugged taz and winced a bit. “No you can come in. I swear, I am just going to spend the rest of me evening icing my tits, if that is even allowed.” She would have to check the instructions, but man did her tits throb. She hoped she healed quickly. Being part orc helped, but only so much. Leading Taz inside they headed straight for her room where she set the papers on her desk and then flopped on her back onto her bed. 

There was a pause and then “FUCK”

Taz looked at his girlfriend a bit startled. “Everything ok?”

“I left my bra at your place. It is a new one, expensive. Think it would be ok for me to come get it tomorrow after work?” Tali looked up as Taz sat on the bed smiling at her.

“Of course, I would love to see you. I will put it in a bag so nothing happens to it ok?” His cheeks were dark. 

Getting her bra off had been a bit of an achievement. He was afraid that he would embarrass himself fumbling, but he had managed to get it unhooked after only a couple tries. Though watching her take it off without removing her shirt had seemed like a bit of a magic trick, but he wasn’t going to complain. The feel of her breasts in his hands had excited him and he wanted more, despite the pain he was feeling, he wanted more right now.

When Tali reached up for him, Taz moved to lay beside her, being careful of her new accessories. Ht did not want to ruin the moment by causing pain. Nuzzling at her cheek he kissed her shyly. “You sure? I know it hurts. Mine hurt, but yours seemed a bit worse.”

Tali laughed lightly. “Kissing wont bother me. Though, is it just me, or was that whole experience super hot?” She moved to her side so she could look at him. This way his weight wouldn’t be on her and they could still kiss a little bit. “Also, I am pretty sure that elf was attracted to you.”

“Ye.. yeah, uh.. Yeah.. it was really fucking hot.” Taz breathed as he leaned in kissing her. Pausing at the elf comment and pulling back to look at her. “You think?”

Laughing harder Taalah nodded and stroked his face letting her fingertips trail over his ears. “Yeah, I am pretty sure he was into you. I don’t mind, he can look, but you are mine.” She bared her tusks at him playfully.

“Yes I am, and you are mine.” Taz smiled, his dual set of tusks more noticeable as he leaned in. “And I think everyone needs to know it.” He kissed her, with more confidence than he had earlier. Each time they were physical it was easier for him to initiate and show Tali how much he wanted her.

Their kisses were slow, sweet at first, but quickly escalated. Taz felt himself growing hard  as he kissed down her neck. He was sitting up, pulling her into his lap, wanting to feel her more against him. The heat between her legs pressing against him was driving him crazy. There was so much he wanted to do and it was taking all his will power not to grind up against her. Then she went for his horns and Taz almost lost it. 

Since he filed down his horns they were really sensitive. For some reason he could not understand, having his horns played with went straight to his dick. He was convinced if she played with them enough he might just cum. As it was he was losing the ability to think straight and his grip on her hips tighted as he pulled her harder down against him. Normally he would stop her, move her hands, but it just felt so fucking good. 

Groaning against her neck Lazarus couldn’t stop himself from arching up into her. The feel of the heat of her, the sensitivity of his horns, it was too much. His kisses along her neck turned to nibbles then bites. One particularly good scratch of her nails against his horns had him sinking his tusks into her neck almost hard enough to break the skin and leave a mark. As it was, it was going to leave a bruise. 

Pulling back panting, Taz gripped Taalah’s wrists and rested his forehead against hers. “I.. if you.. You keep…. Ke.. keep.” He bit his lip taking a breath. Why couldn’t he just fucking talk like a normal person. Taking a deep breath to slow his heart rate, Taz tried again. “I.. might embarrass myself if we keep going.”

Taalah had been surprised that he had let her play with his horns for as long as she had, the bite on her neck had made her grind down hard against him, and she was pretty sure that if they kept going, she was going to cum. Which she realized that  was probably what Taz meant. It was the only thing she could think of that he meant since he had an erection and it wasn’t the first time that he had gotten hard while they made out. Wanting to make him feel better she whispered. “.. uh.. Me too.”

It was almost funny how wide his eyes went when she admitted that. She could see the slight confusion, followed by the realization, followed by the realization of the realization. Overall it was a remarkable face journey that would have made her laugh if she wasn’t so worried about how sensitive Taz could be sometimes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“N.. n. .. no, I.. not weird.” He huffed and released her wrists to slide his hands down her arms. “I, uh.. Am flattered.” Now Taz wasn’t sure what to do. They could keep going, but he wasn’t sure she really wanted that. He wanted that, but he also was worried about how she might react. That and he did not have a change of clothes. As horny as he was, the idea of trying to ride home on his motorcycle with jizz filled boxers sounded like no fun and he was just not here for that experience. 

“Do.. do you want to stop?” Taz had to ask. If she wanted to keep going then he would just figure it out. He could use her bathroom to clean up, it couldn’t be that bad really.

“We don’t have to, I know you want to take things slow and I wasn’t really expecting things to escalate this fast.” Taalah leaned back and smiled at him. “It is ok, I am not mad I promise. Also, my dad could show up any time, and while I am a grown adult, I don’t know how I feel about him hearing that.”

The reminder of her father potentially interrupting them was all he needed to make his decision. “Well.. maybe.. Maybe next time you come over? If you want to that is.” He wanted her to know that he was ok with how far they had gone, that he was willing to do more if she wanted, it was just hard to express that sometimes. 

Tali smiled and nodded, giving him a few moments to calm down before climbing off his lap. “If you don’t want to be out during the bar rush you might want to head out. Text me when you get home ok?”

Nodding Taz stood and kissed her, smiling as she walked him out. She wasn’t wrong, while he still had a good hour before the bars let out. He really did not want to be on the road then. Too many people taking risks and he wanted no part of it. Hopping on his bike Lazarus waved and headed off,  making it home in record time as there was little to no traffic. 

Picking up his phone he sent Tali a text letting her know he was safe and set his phone on his bedside table as he got ready for bed. Hopping into bed in just his boxers, Taz picked up his phone and saw Tali’s text. He smiled, responding and waiting. He wasn’t sure if she was going to be up much longer, but sometimes just texting her was enough and it certainly helped when he got excited. Sometimes it was better than porn, but he would never tell her that. He didn’t want her to get upset if she knew how often he jerked off while they texted. 

There were an unusual number of typos in her response and Taz was curious, especially when he saw the pop up indicating she wanted to video chat. Accepting the chat he was even more confused when he saw her ceiling and what was maybe blankets. He couldn’t see her face, and almost spoke until he heard what was unmistakably a moan. That moan was followed by whimpers and more moans, along with, something else he couldn’t place. 

Muting his mic Taz turned up the volume on his speakers. His eyes went wide, he was pretty sure he knew that sound. Taalah was masturbating, and from the sound of it using a dildo or vibrator for penetration. He only recognized the sound due to all the porn he watched, and it certainly sounded a lot like some of the videos he had gotten into. He really liked the ones with sound, and his cock was instantly and almost painfully hard. 

This was a mistake, Taalah had no idea he was listening to her, no idea that she had made a call. It was wrong of him to keep listening, and yet, part of him couldn’t stop. He was transfixed, the sounds of her moaning, the wet slick noises of her touching herself. He imagined what the toy might look like, though he had no proof she was using anything at all. Really he was just guessing, and concentrating so hard on the sound that he didn’t even realize he was stroking himself until he moaned in time with her. 

Lazarus felt ashamed, listening to his girlfriend masturbate without her consent. He had already crossed a line when he stole her panties, but this was different. This was too far. Reaching for his phone to hang up it was too late. He heard Taalah cry out loudly, clearly reaching orgasm if the intensity of her cries were a clue. The other hint was that she called out his name and despite having barely touched himself Taz ejaculated all over his hand and stomach. 

Hearing her panting he reached over and disconnected the call, panicking as he realized what he had done. He would have to come clean, apologize, and pray that she didn’t dump him over this. Looking down at himself he was both shocked and a little disgusted. Lazarus had fantasized about Tali crying out his name like that pretty much since he realized his attraction to her. To actually hear it had clearly been more than he could handle, and it was even better than he imagined. 

Looking at his phone sadly anxiety began to fill him. Maybe she wouldn’t notice, of course her history would show a call. Fuck he was pretty much screwed no matter what. All he could do was clean up and hope that he could some how make up for this. 

Unfortunately before he could clean up his phone rang, it was Taalah, though not a video chat this time just a regular call. He honestly was tempted to just let it ring, but he wasn’t going to be a coward about it. Sighing he answered his phone. 

“Hey Tali.” Keeping it simple he waited. “Yeah, I was about to respond to your text when the video chat popped up. It was weird, you weren’t there, just your ceiling.” His body was shaking, he had to tell the truth. “I.. I did.. Didn’t… i mean…” fuck, he was stuttering and he felt the tears burning in his eyes. “M’sorry. I.. i couldn’t ha.. Hang.. hang up.. In. in t.t.time.” 

Taz paused, the pressure on his chest lifting. “Not much, it was kind of muffled.”  ok that was a lie, but he did have to turn the sound way up. “Oh… um… y.. Yeah..” She knew what he heard and he was shocked. She wasn’t mad, just embarrassed. “I will make it up to you.” He was smiling a bit now, the anxiety fading. “I insist.” 

He wanted to hide under his pillows, but couldn't. “Uh.. yeah… really…. Really fucking hot.” Her laugh made him feel better and he was glad that it didn’t end the way he feared it might. Part of him wondered if it had been on purpose, but her embarrassment was real enough that he realized that wasn’t the case. It just would have made him feel a bit better.

“You want to what?” Taz was shocked. She wanted to try this again, only with both of them participating and aware. “Um.. right now?”. His dick was already hard again, and that would have been a surprise if not for the fact that he knew himself and going more than once was something he did when he was really aroused. It seemed neither Lazarus or Taalah was going to be getting much sleep tonight. 

[alannah-corvaine]

alannah; neverending survey

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Alannah Ailíse Caireann Corvaine Outway

NICKNAME: Little Bird (Faron only) 

AGE:  almost 23

BIRTHDAY:   10/16

ETHNIC GROUP: Midlander Hyur

NATIONALITY: Thanalanian

LANGUAGE/S: Common, a hodgepodge of things she's picked up from books

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  Married (verse dependent)

HOME TOWN / AREA:  Drybone, Eastern Thanalan

CURRENT HOME:  The Grey Fleet, Lower LaNoscea

PROFESSION: Professional White Mage™, Healer, Purifier

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Rich, dark brown with white streaks extending from her roots (magical scars)

EYES: Sea Green

FACE: Slightly angular, but still has baby fat

LIPS: Full, pouty, usually covered in neutral tone gloss

COMPLEXION: Sickly pale

BLEMISHES:  Birthmark under her left eye, constant red splotchy patches due to allergies

SCARS:  The white in her hair, a mark between her shoulderblades where she was kicked by an aldgoat as a child

TATTOOS: Flowery vines crawling up the left side of her ribcage (permanent), stabilizing arcanima symbols all over her arms (temporary, reapplied daily)

HEIGHT:  5′2″

WEIGHT: 135 ponze

BUILD:  Petite 

FEATURES:  Extremely striking eyes, more girlish than womanly facial structure

ALLERGIES:  Severe pollen and pet allergies, mildly allergic to some foods and perfumes

USUAL HAIR STYLE:  Worn long, down to her hips. Either in a sidebraid, high ponytail with various small braids, or loose

USUAL FACE LOOK :  Lost in thought

USUAL CLOTHING:  Loose, flowing, bohemian style. Lots of white, lots of bangles, delicate necklaces and rings. Sometimes hair ornaments. Barefoot or sandals, doesn't believe in socks. While "working" she prefers trenchcoats open at the waist, shorts, and knee-high boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Failure, guns, the excited laugh her daughter makes when she's found something "interesting"

ASPIRATION/S:  To be a powerful mage, fix her borked aether, and to be a better mother to her daughter than Christaine was to her

POSITIVE TRAITS: Insatiably curious, focused, dedicated, protective, kind, funny, generous

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Emotionally distant, petty, wrathful, impulsive, reckless, gets lost in her own head and forgets to come back out

TEMPERAMENT:   Melancholic

SOUL TYPE/S:  Artisan

ANIMALS:  --

VICE HABIT/S: Swearing, letting her temper get the best of her, alcohol (very rarely, because it ends badly)

FAITH: Hail Hydra Hydaelyn

GHOSTS?: ...verse dependent (lol)

AFTERLIFE?: Not so much an afterlife as much as being recycled by the Lifestream.

REINCARNATION?:  Yes

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: I mean...she might be a bit of an ecoterrorist?

EDUCATION LEVEL:  Self taught through an ungodly amount of reading

FAMILY.

FATHER : Aedan Corvaine

MOTHER :  Christaine Harlow Corvaine (deceased)

SIBLINGS : Faron, Ean, Davon, Brennan

EXTENDED FAMILY: Nine Outway (husband), Aislinn Outway (daughter), Moira Corvaine (aunt), Fayre Harlow (maternal grandmother), Fasshon Fuqushon (step-grandfather), Veronique Corvaine (sister-in-law), Isobel Corvaine (niece), Octavia Outway (sister-in-law)

NAME MEANING/S: You know, I spent hours looking up names with fitting means for Alannah’s family members way back when, but I am absolutely too lazy to go find them again

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None.

FAVORITES.

BOOK:  Technical studies on the properties and workings of aether, historical volumes, adventure and fantasy stories, and sometimes a romance novel

DEITY: Hail Hydra Hydaelyn

HOLIDAY:  Starlight

MONTH: July

SEASON:  Summer

PLACE: La Noscea

WEATHER: Snow

SOUND / S: The almost electric hum of magic, the sound that Nine makes when she scratches his head

SCENT / S:  White musk, fresh bread baking, old books, lemongrass

TASTE / S:  Wine, dandelion tea, almond cream croissants

FEEL / S:  Being magically powerful, sleeping on fresh sheets, wearing her husband’s shirts, snuggling with her daughter

ANIMAL / S:  Fish, since they’re the only thing that doesn’t maker her sneeze

NUMBER: 9 (lol)

COLORS: White, black, any pastel or sherbet colors

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Retaining large amounts of information. magical aptitude (even if she has to fight her unstable aether for it), large scale destruction, cooking exactly one meal, tripping on flat surfaces, the ability to braid anything

BAD AT:  Wielding any kind of melee weapon, seeing without her glasses, remembering where she put her glasses, keeping up a conversation without getting lost in her thoughts, public speaking, remembering to drink her tea before it gets cold

TURN ONS: Patience, humor, calloused hands, empathy, confidence, kindness

TURN OFFS: Arrogance, cruelty, smarminess, apathy, insensitivity

HOBBIES: Researching, reading, sketching, playing the harp, traveling/seeing new places, teaching her daughter how to human, using her husband as a nap pillow

TROPES: (oh god there are so many, these are just a few) Caged Bird Metaphor, Grass is Greener, Kitsch Collection, Misery Builds Character, Now Let Me Carry You, #1 Dime, Wake-up Call, Grew a Spine, Rage Breaking Point, Big Screwed Up Family, Black Sheep

QUOTES :  “my bitterness was sometimes rest and sometimes ecstacy grace or rage, always the two opposites ready to annihilate each other and to rise from the ruins of the vanquished.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 :  Listen, I shamelessly love YA dystopian fiction, so it would be something in that vein, where Alannah is OP as fuck running around and blowing shit up as the young heroine main focus. Also there’s all of the romance tropes (sandwiched between developmental angst, of course), because I like them, and nobody’s allowed to bitch about it.

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 :  It would be scored by a collaboration of Two Steps From Hell, Hans Zimmer, Jeremy Soule, and Zack Hemsey, and my ears would orgasm.

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 : I don’t like doing the whole “my character is just me or an extension of me” thing, it just never feels right. I also can’t just look at the avatar I’m using and see nothing but pixels and just “play the game.” She has to have a personality, a backstory, a reason for what she’s doing. Also it’s a great creative outlet for me because I love coming up with stories in my head as I go. And thus Alannah was born from the soup of inspiration made up of many various characters I’ve loved over the years.

Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 : She was supposed to be something new, a kind of character that I’ve never written before. All of my female characters end up badass, overpowered, and full of personal angst, because that’s just my thing. And yeah, Alannah’s reached that point, but the point is I tried.

Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : I feel like I can never get her voice right, she always just ends up sounding like me.

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :   The longer she’s around, the more of my traits she absorbs by osmosis. At this point she shares like 80% of my personality and traits and is completely unrecognizable from my original concept for her.

Q7 :   How does your muse feel about you?          

A7 :   I am a generous god.

Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?        

A8 :   My favorite thing to explore, if it isn’t grossly obvious, is her different relationships with each of her siblings, probably because I have none. 

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?        

A9 : Mostly music and books, sometimes games. I have so many AUs for Alannah. Actually writing things, however, is another matter entirely.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?          

A10 : I had it done by the end of the work day after working on it between things I had to do, but then SOMEBODY tumblr drafts had to blow it up so I had to start over from the halfway point. I am not amused.

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[quietlysatan]

An Invincible Summer - ShanaStoryteller, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: T for read the warnings, but don’t worry too much because of them

Favorite Quote(s): I legit wanna tattoo this next quote on me somewhere

"Oh, the things that can be accomplished through ignorance of their impossibility," 

And this Straight Up Fact

“There’s no such thing as cheating as long as you win,” Natsu says, and the brat’s not wrong.

This one’s just funny

“Chouza,” Inoichi forces himself to say evenly, “Your teachings produced Ebisu and goddamned Gai.”

“Genma’s pretty normal though,” Chouza sighs, “I never could get through to that boy.”

Gently Gai casually caring about Kakashi’s well-being is my entire reason for living, speaking of which if someone wants to come be my Gai that’d be really fucking nice because us Kakashi’s don’t do too well on our own

He hesitates, but says, "Not that I do not find your newfound mentorship to be a most youthful endeavor, but -"

"I don't know," Kakashi interrupts his friend, "I met her while she was taking her genin exam and she, I don't know, adopted me or something. She just keeps showing up."

Gai nods thoughtfully, "Stubbornness is a useful skill to have when trying to cultivate a friendship with you." Kakashi elbows the other man, but doesn't protest besides that. "She's a good cook."

And this one because I love it when people Get It, ya’know?

That's really why he won't say anything, why he won't reveal that the Kyuubi's container and the fourth Hokage's child is still alive: they already killed him once. Naruto and Shikamaru are the same age, they would have been in the same class, and the idea that anyone could want to harm his innocent, precious son makes his blood boil 

And this one, for accuracy

"This sounds like a most youthful endeavor. I will bring Anko! She will fan the flames of youth in our young Konoha blossom!"

Both Itachi and Kakashi look at Gai, horrified. "Please don't," Itachi says weakly, like he knows it'll fall on deaf ears but he has to try anyway.

"Don't worry," Gai attempts to assure them, going into his Good Guy pose, "They will produce youthful flames of feminine excellence!"

"They're going to burn down Konoha," Kakashi says flatly.

Gai's hair and teeth sparkle in the sunlight, and he doesn't attempt to deny it.

Another important one

"The world is a terrible place," she says, and she has to swallow before she speaks again, "and it's full of terrible people. But I don't have to be one of them." 

I love that Natsu-chan has great balance, this is my number one favorite character trope, and I wish more people would write it

She bends down to look at him upside down, and Itachi can feel that she's not using chakra to stick onto him, and sometimes her balance just isn't logical. 

I just love the idea of tiny genius Naruto, and I love that Natsu-chan is a seal master at like, fucking seven and a half lol

Itachi knows it's actually far more complicated than that, but just as he does not tell her minutia of the past shinobi wars in their history lessons, she does not overcomplicate her explanations of sealing. Usually he's grateful for that, but when she appears to break every known law to sealing and chakra, he's not.

"That's," he blinks and he's not going to tell her it's impossible because it clearly isn't, "new," he settles on.

A mood honestly

Inoichi now feels the urge to bang his head against the table top, because 'a huge pain' to Natsu is 'literally impossible' to everyone else.

Another mood honestly

Inoichi watches his former genin dig in with resignation. “When are you guys going to start picking up the tab? Feeding you all isn’t cheap you know.”

Hana swallows her mouthful, “Sensei, I am but a lone healer’s apprentice –“

“I have been a chunin less than a month,” Kabuto pouts, wounded, “and already you seek to profit-“

“Do you have any idea how much sealing paper and ink costs?” Natsu demands.

“Okay, okay,” Inoichi grumbles, but it’s not very effective considering he’s smiling, “I take it back, jeez.”

Okay so, since this is a 100k+ word fic, I’ve been doing this thing lately literally just now on this fic review where I only feature quotes from the first chapter (Depending on length.) but, I’m making an exception because I’ve never seen these three characters and my thoughts on them summed up so well by someone I don’t know which is to say anyone, no one I know cares about my interests really lol

"Maybe a little," he admits grudgingly, "Sakura's really smart, but she acts dumb for some reason. And her endurance is really bad. She probably would have been failed on that alone if she didn't have such good aim with shuriken. And Sasuke's good at like, everything, I still don't get why he didn't graduate earlier. He's just so-" Kiba rubs his hand over his face.

"So what?" Hana prompts, even though she's heard this particular complaint before.

"Sad," the genin sighs, "He's miserable all the time, and he works hard and if you yell at him for long enough he'll work with you, but - crap, I don't know. He's got this really great poker face so you think he's just a big jerk, but I can smell his emotions, the big idiot, and he's just this sad lonely kid who won't listen to anyone."

Hana hums, because if she opens her mouth she'll probably start cursing the Hokage and his dumb rules and his dumb ideas, and that is not the type of thing that leads to a long life.

Just one last quote because dudes, guys, pals, friends of mine it’s important and you should all stop and read it.

 “Thanks for being cool with – everything. I’m really happy you’re not mad at me for not being honest with you.”

“You are my friend,” Gaara says warmly, “and you have always been honest about that.”

Words & Chapter(s): 136,306 words of greatness, and 6 full chapters of nicely done completion

Summary: When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy. 

(Guys I swear on my cool as fuck username, and all around internet personality as practically satan and probably Lucifer and whatnot that nobody we like stays dead or severely injured)

Score: 13, this is one of my favorites for a reason, this is actually my second technically third time rereading this in as many weeks

Pairing(s): Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, background Haku/Zabuza, but don’t worry anything you’re thinking of is addressed quite nicely in the fic ultra background but still there’s a lot of relationships and I’m not going to tag them all

Warning(s): Naruto technically dies more than once because this is Naruto we’re talking about but they also technically don’t??? You gotta read it, but basically temporary character death, only the bad guys stay dead in this one.

Nobody knows that Naru-chan lived so there’s that angst for you, however, to be fair it’s not like this whole story is just characters mourning and crying and whatnot, at this point it’s mostly just passing thoughts and memories which, again, to be fair, does almost feel worse at times... Huh, regardless it’s not overly angsty

Kakashi is adopted whether he likes it or not by Natsu-chan, we love both of our emotionally fucked over fair-haired ninja in this house so you won’t have to worry about that sorta fic coming outta nowhere from me BTW... but anyways, Kakashi freaks out a bit, much like the abused dog he always reminds me of, but Natsu is the sweetest and most gentle, yet forceful person he could’ve possibly caught the attention of. (This is canon)

The Akatsuki are still bad, BUT ITACHI ISN’T technically SO WHO FUCKING CARES!!!! (The Massacre still happens tho...)

Mentions of The Flower District and what that implies, and also things a Kunoichi might definitely do

Oh my fucking god the Hyuga... Who would willingly do something so horrible as that? Of all the things... Warning for... The Hyuga branch family situation, it’s dealt with nearly as soon as we are informed but, gods, my blood ran cold, and my face whited out, my sister thought someone had died when she saw my face haha,,, who the fuck does this? And do they die? In canon I mean? I think I only watched up to the chunin exams or Pein’s attack, I can’t remember which tho...

Natsu cries because people are nice to her sometimes. And honestly that’s fair, I burst into to tears once because I imagined someone kissing my forehead softly so, Natsu is completely valid... Sidenote, I’m touch-starved and have no cure for this beyond younger siblings and my cat because I don’t have the ability to ask my mom for a hug without literally gross sobbing and I have A Thing about embarrassment sooooo... yeah if anyone has some therapy justu for me that’d be nice

Mentions of Gross Men that apparently want to have Natsu’s increasingly growing collection of the absolute most dangerous people she can befriend pay them a visit. And by that, I mean an old fuckwit has the gall to leer at a TEN-YEAR-OLD and a FUCKING THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD!!!!!! Ugh, I hate those kinds of pathetic worms.

On that note, there is technically underaged things going on, but they are also Ninja soooo???? They’ve killed people and are technically in their version of an army, and by the laws of their lands they’re all adults, actually I’m pretty sure by shinobi life expectancy Kakashi is middle-aged, Inoichi is a senior citizen, and Hiruzen is a walking corpse tbh

Alcoholism??? I don’t really think it is but I’m not sure, but some characters do drink often, and usually when stressed courtesy of Natsu and co. but still... I don’t actually know if it is because it doesn’t actually happen much, more like every few weeks/months

Mentions of past sexual assault, and attempted past sexual assault, neither happen in fic or to any of our main characters, the experiences are not graphic though they do talk about it in chapter five, it’s not to graphically described.

Also, a bunch of off-screen lemon

A Thing (That I copy-pasted from the author so that all of you will see it and not say a single word against it.): If you thought Natsu was too mature for her age - she has seen and been through some really horrible shit. But also: my cousin has, since he was like 4, hung out with kids that were about 4 years older than him because those were the kids that were in his neighborhood or whatever. Point being, even after he started school, his main group of friends was consistently older than him. He very quickly adapted to that, and to this day (he's 12) hangs out with that same group, and considers children his own age 'kids' because he adapted to the behavior of the group he was surrounded with. I hardly believe Natsu would be any different.

And also

4. Quick little note because some people mentioned liking my portrayal of the Sandaime. I base his decisions/motivations (and Itachi and Danzo's to a certain extent) around this quote by Clementine von Radics: "It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything you love by trying to protect it wrong."

Pros: Watching Natsu just casually disregard the idea of gender with little to no thought is the greatest thing anyone will ever experience beyond, I dunno, the party we’re all gonna collectively throw when soggy Cheeto dies (I still haven’t decided which song we should make chart number one when that happens)

Given that I’ve technically read this three times you should already know the writing is fucking amazing, like, whoa, mind blown type of amazing, like, wow, so good, I usually hate rereading something I’ve read before, and especially so soon after the fact but geez Louis is this fic amazing

Natsu is just as easy to fall in love with as Naruto, and they are still the same people with slightly different personalities as is to be realistically expected with a situation like Naru’s was.

Also, GENDERFLUID REPRESENTATION DONE FUCKING AMAZINGLY IS ALWAYS A PLUS!!!!!!! 

The author manages to convey a very realistic genderfluid character in an incredibly believable manner, while also still keeping Natsu/Naruto themself. They’re still the Naruto that we knew and loved, but they’re different too, as is to be expected. when Natsu is a girl no-one stumbles, she is a girl without a doubt, even the author doesn’t trip up on societal expectations, and when Naruto is a boy there is next to immediate acceptance of this fact with absolutely zero (0) Zero bullshit from transphobes, which, as a genderfluid person myself, is always fucking nice to see. You’ll have to read it to know more though.

Natsu running around creating seals is honestly the greatest thing ever, and the end scene with the village made me cry a lil bit, and dammit this fic is so fucking good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, there’s a scene, where Natsu heals Kakashi, and the way the author handled explaining the intimate not sexual relationship between two of my favorite characters ever is just, so subtly beautiful, the sibling-bond these two have is beautiful, and a part of me wants to cry sometimes when I read it, and usually do cry a little when I get to this scene, and only partially because of what happened directly before it.

I love the way everybody just gets up and moves past their trauma and just decides to politely ignore it, oh they still have it, they still deal with it, but they care, and they are careful about it, and even though it hurts them like a knife-wound to the kidney in slow-motion they still get back up and keep fucking going. That’s hella admirable and I can respect that, I can respect even more that they slowly but surely let themselves heal as time moves on. This fic is beautiful on so many different levels but it is this one perhaps, that is the most magnificent. Perhaps.

Sasuke is adorable and depressing and adorable and I love it. And Ino is still a bad bitch but she’s a kid so we only see it like a handful of times in the first two chapters. The Akimichi/Yamanaka/Nara are all great, and I occasionally pity Inionchicause like, he’s putting up with a well-informed seal genius that’s still hyper, a slightly frightening medic-kunoichi with giant dogs, another slightly more frightening medic-nin who isn’t the greatest fighter but damn can he be intimidating and also really good at pointing out “Certain Things” while judging you about them which, honestly, is my greatest pastime. Itachi is so sweet and then so tragic oh my gods, and Natsu never even considers giving up on him. Kakashi is so sweet, and he slowly becomes less of a beaten dog as time goes on and I just love all of these characters.

Except for Hiruzen. Well, no, I still love this particular incarnation of Hiruzen, for all that he’s got one hell of a pathetically small backbone, I get why he does shit. But that doesn’t make me happy. Still, he’s better than dumbledouchebag. Granted that’s not difficult, and you might have to actively put an effort in to be as bad as that guy, but still. Plus, his hearts in the right place, and he’s less about the greater good then... certain disgraces to teaching and being in charge of a large group of people... Hiruzen is actually kinda sweet and admits he has issues and actually has an excuse that’s understandable for the shit that he pulls which is great, if sadly uncommon.

Anyways, Sakura is terrifying, and I remembered why I had a crush on her. She’s so badass, also, she ends up Princess Mononoke basically which, honestly, is fucking great, and the best thing we could’ve asked for, I love all of these characters so much!!!

Aesthetic: It reminds me off beefy stew (We don’t eat beef, so we used vegan soy beef stuff instead, and it was just as good.) it reminds me of the warmth, and friendship, and home that I felt after my mom and I make dinner together with nothing but a little music on and jokes passing back and forth between us. It reminds me of scraping my knee and having my friends help me to their mom, it reminds me of loyalty and compassion. It reminds me of dancing outside at night, alone in the forest with nothing but the moon for company and wind for music. It reminds me of the first time I realized that I could love someone despite their gender and that I should despite mine. It reminds me of finely spun handmade lace, and all it’s delicate while also reminding me of the sturdiest of steels, it reminds me of so much. It reminds me of acceptance, and understanding, and so much more. If I were to say what food and drink it reminds me of, I’d say chicken noodle soup, and sweet lavender-lemon tea.

Music Aesthetic: So, I made a playlist while I was reading this the first time around, and instead of a gif or twenty like I would usually prefer to do I’m going to add that playlist. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbhXmTSBbAyjk0m1b4BZUp3t0RHL83LDK

But if I were to add a gif or two it’d be these

Because something about this fic reminds me of rainy days with tea and baggy clothes.

Every time Natsu/Naruto decided to fight ever, to be honest.

[carreraleigh]

The New Girl

Pairing: Raleigh (M) x Hannah (MC)

Words: +3.0K

Rating: G (General)

Summary: Raleigh and MC in chapter 2 (Raleigh's POV)

A/N: Well, this is my first fanfiction of Raleigh and MC! I'm so in love with this new character aka Raleigh so expect to see more fanfics soon! 💗

Tags: @vienroose @nazariortega @queenkaneko @drethanramsey @isabella-choices @lilyofchoices @adricnraines @sinclairemckenzie @attuneless

I'm going to create a special tag list for the fics of this couple, so if you want to continue or be added please tell me!

I'm not a native english speaker so I apologize for advanced errors.

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Raleigh wanted to be anywhere, except for that place. He had been there since early in the morning, seeing how during the course of the day the lobby, that had been empty, was now filling up with people faster and faster. He didn't understand why he had gone, it was the audition day and he had nothing to do there, of course, apart from standing up and smiling as if he were having fun. His PR team planned everything, according to them, his presence would be "good" for his image and it would show interest in the program, he cursed the day when the yacht news came to light. He was trapped there, waiting for an audition with more than 8,000 people to start and not a chance to escape it. Well, at least he had his guitar next to him to keep him company.

Boredom was about to take hold of him completely when he saw a girl running into the lobby, followed closely by another black-haired girl. The two stopped very close to him, close enough for him to hear their conversation. The black-haired girl was accusing the other one of spying on her during her presentation, but he knew there was no way she could have gotten in on her own, someone had to have put her in. His theory was quickly confirmed when he heard the girl's voice saying that Avery invited her in. Admitting that was a bad idea, he thought. Now, she  had become a target for anyone who is obsessed enough with joining the competition, and from the girl's behavior, he was sure that was her first audition. The girl with the black hair said a few last words, furious, and walked out in quick steps towards the exit. The other one stood there, thinking out loud.

“Guess I’m not making any friends.”

Oh no, she was so wrong.

“Where I come from, that’s a good thing.”

The girl turned around and looked at him. Wow, she was more beautiful than he thought she would be. He smiled to her.

“If you aren’t making everyone around you jealous, it means you aren’t worth being jealous of. So in my book, it’s a good sign that girl found you so threatening.”

The girl looked at him for a moment, frowning, still saying nothing. Oh, yes, now he was sure, typical girl who was just starting in the music world, with a heart too pure to know how to swim in a sea full of sharks. For a moment he worried that at some point she would start behaving like a crazy fan and would jump up and yell at him to take a picture with him, but she didn't do it, on the contrary, she just stood there, looking at him, there was no way of knowing exactly what was going through her mind that moment. The more she looked at him, the more he realized how beautiful her eyes  were. The girl smiled mischievously and raised an eyebrow.

“Do you find me threatening?” she asked.

It certainly wasn't the answer he expected, she didn't seem like the kind of girl who went on the offensive, but he couldn't say it bothered him, she seemed to have some hope of survival after all.

"Me?" he said almost laughing, looking at her up and down, there was nothing intimidating, not at least not for him, but he knew that under that mask there was a great potential, he could see when someone was exactly like him "Not yet. Maybe I should keep an eye out though.”

The girl smiled for the first time, and Raleigh could swear that it was one of the warmest smiles he had ever seen, she made him smile too. He was more curious than ever, he wanted to know who was the stranger who caught his attention among so many people, and it was the only conversation he had enjoyed since he came to this nightmare, which slowly ceased to look like a punishment with her presence.

"So, what's your name?" he dared to ask.

"I'm Hannah, what's yours?" she replied, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Like Hannah Montana?" he said mockingly, she rolled her eyes.

"I have definitely never heard that joke." she said in a sarcastic tone and looked at him again, as if she was waiting for him to say something else "You didn't answer my question, what's your name?"

Was she serious?

"Very funny." he smiled.

"Very funny. That's a weird name. So are you gonna tell me or not?"

Funny but demanding at the same time. This girl was full of surprises.

"Huh. You really don't know who I am, do you?" he was starting to like this game.

She saw Hannah open her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by voices that were heard all over the lobby.

"OH. MY. GOD. IS THAT RALEIGH CARRERA?"

Several girls approached him quickly, he sighed and grabbed his head in his hands. It was the first time after so many tours and concerts that he had the chance to talk to someone who wouldn't jump at his feet or scream when they saw him, he liked the idea of being able to have a quiet conversation with someone, many times more than wanting, he needed it, it made him feel more connected to the earth. After all, he was just a human like everyone else. Hannah looked at him with a confused face, as if trying to figure out exactly what the girls who were now surrounding him everywhere were referring to. She took a step to the side before the fans surrounded him completely, he followed her footsteps with his eyes, expecting for her to leave, but she didn’t.

"RALEIGH. I LOVE YOU. LOOK! LOOK AT MY ANKLE!"

He put on the best smile his face allowed and looked at the girl's ankle, which had his face embodied in her skin. Raleigh had seen a lot of crazy things that fans did, but he didn't know exactly how to react to the fact that a person has his face tattooed on their ankle.

"Wow. That, uh..." he tried to articulate the words "That sure is a tattoo of my face." he didn't know whether to feel flattered or terrified "Kid, I hope that's temporary."

"NO! IT'S PERMANENT! IT TOOK TWELVE HOURS, AND IT HURT SO BAD!" the girl was still screaming, excited. Before she could say anything, another girl started talking.

"CAN I GET A SELFIE? OR AN AUTOGRAPH? OR-"

As much as he liked spending time with fans,  he thought that wasn't the proper way to approach him. Besides, she still had Hannah in mind, who was still watching the scene without saying a word, and Raleigh was surprised that she hadn't left yet.

"Nah. I'm good.” he said.

"N-no? What do you mean-"

"Means, I'm busy having a conversation with Hannah here..." he fixed his gaze on her and saw how a shy smile formed on her lips "Y'all have a good one."

The fans looked at each other and then began to move towards the exit, clearly disappointed. Hannah approached him again, her face changed to an angry expression, and he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Whoa, that was harsh!”

A girl who wasn't afraid to say what she thought even though she knew who he was. He liked that.

"Why did you blow them off?" her face fell "They just wanted one picture.”

Raleigh thought well of the next words he was going to say. It was obvious that he had behaved like a total idiot and that she had been uncomfortable with his reaction, but he didn’t regret it.

"Everyone always wants something.”

"Well, you certainly live up to your reputation as a jerk.”

He didn't take it as an offense, he liked it that she told him. He had forgotten the last time someone said something they thought directly to his face. Honesty was a value that hardly existed in that industry, he was tired of people licking his boots and telling him how good he was when he was really behaving like an idiot.

“Oh, so you do know who I am?”

“I’ve heard your songs,” she admitted “and now that I put your face to the name, I know I’ve seen the tabloid covers too.” low blow, he thought  “You’re kind of notorious, Raleigh Carrera.”

Every word that came out of her mouth was like discovering something new about her, perhaps he had judged her too soon. He didn't know what her ability for music was, but the attitude she had was one of the reasons he would choose her if he was on the jury that day. He wondered what it would be like to see her sing on stage, would she be shy and sweet?, would she be dominant and badass?, or would she break under the pressure?, her voice took him out of his thoughts again.

“What’d that magazine call you again? R&B’s timebomb? Puerto Rico’s hottest export?” she was laughing, it was obvious that she was teasing him “I’m used to your hair being longer.”

“My crisis PR team made me get a cut. Going for a more responsible image.” he smiled mischievously “You like it?”

Raleigh knew that he had barely met her, but he couldn't help but feel a certain spark between the two of them, he hadn't spoken so freely to anyone in a long time and it was noticeable that he enjoyed her company because suddenly his head wasn't full of idiotic comments that could make her angry and leave.

“Why did you hire a crisis…” he noticed how she deflected the question “Oh. Right. Didn’t you crash a yacht or something?”

“Or something.” it was obvious that his reputation was something that followed him everywhere “Insurance paid out a couple million in property damage, but it’s all good.” he took one hand to his hair and smiled “I go off with community service. The judge was a fan.”

"Just community service?" she seemed to question her answer "That's so cool." her brow frowned automatically “Every day I read about rich, famous people breaking the law and getting off scot-free.” her eyes had a fire he hadn't seen before “The justice system in this country is broken.”

"You're kidding? It's total bull." he leave aside the jokes for a moment and was honest "Just go to show how fake everyone is.” he wondered if she was that kind of person, and begged with all his strength that she might not be "My team's got me on this PR tour to clean up my image Volunteering, kissing babies, TV appearances- "

“That’s why you’re here?” she interrupted him “You’re one of the mentors?”

“I wouldn’t make much of a mentor.” the truth was that he thought it would be a disaster “But I’m judging for the finals next week.” Raleigh waited her answer with a smile.

"Well..." she began "It's good that you're giving back."

"Sure, but does count if I'm faking it?" he laughed, she shook her head and laughed too, for some reason she felt he could be transparent with her.

“If you act like the best, kindest possible version of yourself… that’s what you’ll become, right?”

“So you’re a singer and a philosopher?”

She chuckled “I think all the best songs have a philosophy behind them, don’t you?”

Raleigh felt like his whole body was pushing him directly towards her. He started noticing every detail of her face, her hair, her gestures, the way she stood up, he tried to read her but couldn't, she was totally unpredictable and that made his head spin trying to figure out what she would say next. It was strange for him, he had not felt that kind of attraction to someone for a long time and found it in the least expected place, now more than ever he wanted her to stay, he knew that if she didn’t get the spot he would never see her again, and at this point she already had his attention too much to let her go.

"Next up… contestant #9276!"

He looked at the number Hannah had on her clothes.

"Sounds like you're up."

"Oh my god!" she began to panic "Just let me get my-"

Hannah began to turn her head around looking for the one thing she lacked for her performance, her guitar. Raleigh followed her movements with his eyes and watched as she quickly approached a seat, where a totally damaged guitar lay.

"I'm guessing a half-strung guitar isn't your gimmick" he said mockingly, but he regretted it as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Looking at her face, it was obvious that she wasn’t planning to play it.

"This is my nightmare." she said, he could see how her eyes began to water.

It was obvious that someone sabotaged her, perhaps the black-haired girl who had previously been arguing with her. A few tears began to fall from her cheek and he felt the urgent need to stop them, he might be an idiot, but she didn't deserve what was happening to her. Her personality captivated him and he was curious to find out if her talent would have the same effect on him. He looked at the guitar he brought with him, it was the first time he felt like he really wanted to do something good without expecting anything in return.

“Come on, Hannah. All you gotta do is ask.”

"Ask what?" she wiped the few tears that had fallen, her expression was now serious, you could say even confused.

"To use mine." he said, grasping the guitar next to him and extending his arms for her to grasp.

Her panicked face returned "This costs more than my life!”

"Cost? No clue about that. Prince gave it to me as a birthday present years ago.”

“Prince gave you this guitar?" Hannah opened her mouth completely, she looked cute when she made those facial expressions "Raleigh, I can't. What if I break it?"

"Nah, you're not gonna break it. It's sturdy. Here. Try.”

He extended the hand holding the guitar towards her again, he could see the doubt in her eyes. After a moment she smiled and took the guitar, and he felt her fingers touching his, the two looked at each other with a smile. Hannah tried the guitar and by the way she grabbed it and played, Raleigh realized she was really good.

“Oh, wow. This sounds phenomenal, and it’s not even plugged in.” her smile vanished again “Still, I couldn’t live with myself if I accidentally wrecked your guitar.”

“Look, just take it.” he said without giving it any importance “Besides, I wouldn’t mind an excuse to run into you again.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said excitedly “I won’t let you down. Or destroy your guitar.”

“Relax.” he said, feeling as if his cheeks had warmed up a little “Get in there.”

Hannah gave him one last smile and entered the auditorium. He entered through the next door leading to the seats, could see Hannah getting on stage, clearly more nervous than before. Her eyes fell on him as she walked to the center of the stage, and he indicated that everything was fine by raising his thumbs up. He could see how her body relaxed a little more after that gesture. She began to speak in the microphone, but he felt his cell phone vibrating inside his pockets, so he took advantage of that time to check the messages that had come to him all day.

It wasn't long before a soft melody flooded the room. Raleigh raised his head quickly, almost in shock, and saw her behind the microphone. Hannah was smiling confidently as she sang and played the guitar with ease, moving her body back and forth slowly to the rhythm of the song. He felt all his senses were now focused on her, and his heart began to beat a little faster. Her voice was undoubtedly one of the best he had ever heard, the notes were in place and the lights in the auditorium made her look even more beautiful from where he was, almost like an angel signing a song for them. Their eyes met in the middle of the song and he could see the intensity with which she looked at him, as if through the music could say millions of things that couldn’t be said out loud. Raleigh knew that music could arouse all kinds of emotions, but that was the first time he had felt that way, it was as if he could sit and listen to her singing for hours. Everything about her attracted him, she had a unique personality, she was unpredictable, she was not afraid to say what she thought, or to take what she wanted. She was sweet but at the same time demanding, and she had a talent that would embarrass even the greatest musicians who at that moment were outside earning money by singing with auto-tune and repeating the same words a thousand times.

When the song ended, she couldn't stop smiling. He knew one of the mentors was going to choose her, there was no possibility of her being left out after such performance. If it was him, he would have chosen her the moment she started the first sentence of the song without hesitating or thinking twice. And it wasn't just because he was attracted to her, but because really, with all the things he had seen, she had everything she needed to become a star. The inspiration he had found in her was undeniable, and without a doubt he would have written for her a few paragraphs of a song if he had a pencil and a piece of paper at the time. She came down on stage and he followed her behind the curtains. Her smile was big and her eyes were filled with tears of happiness. He approached her with a smile.

"You looked pretty good up there. You just might be the real deal."

"Sure hope so. Thanks for letting me use your guitar.”

He remembered how beautiful that guitar looked on her in stage. There was no way he could get his guitar back without thinking about her every time he looked at it.

"You know what, I think you two belong together. Keep it.”

"You're giving me this guitar? But it was a gift! From Prince!” her eyes opening wildly.

"Yeah, when I was an up-and-comer. And now I'm paying it forward to a new one..." he lied, he had not intended to give her his guitar, at least not until that moment. Also, he liked the idea of her having something to remember him by.

"O- OKay," she said unsure.

"See you later." Raleigh said.

"Yeah," she said with a sweet smile "See you later.”

By the time Raleigh arrived again, he could see Hannah smiling happily next to Avery on  the stage, a sense of pride and relief invading every part of his body. He had not erred in believing in her talent, and he was sure that she was destined for great things. But best of all, from now, the two of them would be able to share more moments together, or at least that was what he expected. After a speech he obviously didn't pay attention to because his eyes were still focused on the new girl who had awakened something in him, he saw everyone leaving the auditorium. He began to move with the people and for a moment found himself back with her, who was still on stage.

"Congrats. Hope you can handle the spotlight." he said with a satisfied smile, and closed the doors behind him.

Raleigh couldn't stop smiling, and if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that she was going to be trouble for him for the rest of the competition.

[essenceofhispenance]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

repost,  don’t reblog

BASICS.

full name.  Chani Kynes pronunciation.   Ch-ay-nee  K-I-nz nickname.  Sihaya, beloved ( these are only used in private as Sihaya is more of a ‘secret’ name to be used by those who live in her Sietch, though, canonically, only Paul uses it as it was given by him during the sharing of The Water of Life. It means “desert spring” with strong religious overtones of “a paradise to come) gender. cis female height. 5′2″ age. ~18 verse dependent ( varies from 18 to 31) zodiac.   Virgo spoken languages.   Galach [galactic basic], Chakobsa

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color.   Very dark brown, almost black. In the sunlight, it has a soft undertone of auburn. eye color.  blue-within-blue. She has the “Eyes of the Ibad” which is most noted among spice addicts and natives of Arrakis, where  the spice comes from. There are no whites or any other distinctive color in her eyes- it is endless shades of blue. skin tone.  dark body type. lean, muscular, athletic, lacking any water-fat accent. arabic voice. lilting, half filled with laughter. Her voice is like moonlight on still water, a dream-within-a-dream , alluring yet filled with authoritative quiet and determination.  dominant hand.   left, self made ambidextrous posture. straight, shoulders back, head high, ready to fight or hide ( in her last years alive the posture shifts. The pride is there, the shadow of who she once was, but a vacancy sits there,  head down when she walks, like a bird in a small cage, unable to fly.  Mourning still sits in her bones and leaks into her posture,  Paul’s empire, and even his exuberant Keep is wearing on her. She is a desert creature,deprived of her commodity, and she is drowning. Unlike the others within this new empire, she cannot swim. The old ways are leaving her, though her hands grasp at the straws of the girl she once was.) scars. several. All are on the front of her body. The desert is not kind. It does not yield. There are no second chances. She still has stretch marks from the birth of her firstborn. tattoos.   none. birthmarks.   none. most noticeable feature(s).  The blue-within-blue eyes and a callous beneath her nose and along the base of her jawline from  the stillsuit nose piece and face mask

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.   Arrakis hometown.   Sietch Tabr birth weight.   5 lbs birth height. average manner of birth.   natural. first words.   The first word is unimportant. what is important is when she learned not to waster water on tears, when she learned the safety in silence. It is said fremen chidren learn these by the time they are 3 years old. siblings.   none. parents.   Liet Kynes parental involvement.   moderate. Most of Chani’s early life was spent going back and forth between Imperium rule and the role of learning her father’s station as the planet’s  imperial planetologist/ecologist of Arrakis and the Judge of the Change.  Though  he decided for her that she would live a primarily Fremen life once  the Harkonnens started taking a greater interest in order to establish total rule of the planet. ( It’s been theorized that since the Judge of the Change is inherited by the next son , Feyd-Rautha, being the same age as Chani, was  instructed to seduce her and keep her as a concubine once they got older in order to inherit the role for House Harkonnen, but still keep an opening for one of the Emperor’s daughters. i am 110% here for this theory.)

ADULT LIFE.

occupation.   temporary Sayyadina,  Fremen planetologist.  i guess??? current residence.    before the war Sietch Tabr, but after Paul’s Keep close friends.   uh...  relationship status.   It’s complicated ( she was married to Paul, then he told her to negotiate the marriage terms for his new wife right after she found out their son had been murdered. So now she’s unofficially his concubine but like he’s still all “ you’re my true wife”....idk, sounds toxic to me) financial status. middle class pre-war, stupid rich 1% post war. driver’s license.   yes??? criminal record.   no—-none recorded anyway. vices.   idk.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. heterosexual ( because the author’s a dumbass who doesnt understand sexuality) romantic orientation.  demiromantic. preferred emotional role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch   preferred sexual role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch libido.   average. turn on’s.  she likes sex. a lot.  turn off’s.  decline to answer love language.  taking down the harkonnens, but also tell her she’s beautiful and let her act her own age for once relationship tendencies.   can you call it a healthy relationship?

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song.   world spins madly on - the weepies ;  Chani’s eyes - Exxos ; Paul Meets Chani - Dune Soundtrack hobbies to pass time. weaving ; water gathering and studying with father ;  she used to participate in games with other kids in the Sietch  mental illnesses. none yet. physical illnesses. prone to sepsis  fears. Paul( I cry) ;  generally fears are similar to most Fremen that being death, her generation is involved in , basically, a religious war for control of her homeworld. She’s watched a lot of friends and family die. Even Paul changes and she has a hard time seeing him as the man she once loved, let alone as a human being. Her main fear by the end of the book her loss of her own autonomy, self-confidence level. moderate - high vulnerabilities.  Paul and her children. She feels most obligated to protect them, going so far as to take extreme measures to make sure her children come into the world alive.

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Running Parallel (Still being updated)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Parallel Universes, Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Post-Canon, Bakugou Katsuki Has One for All Quirk, Pro Hero Bakugou Katuski, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Tags May Change, Rating May Change, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Minor Character Death, Dead Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Spoilers Summary: There are as many universes as there are choices to be made. Just as the beat of a butterfly's wings creates a merciless hurricane, one decision can split a universe in two. Left or right, good or evil, wrong or right, villain or hero... an infinite number of possibilities. And when Midoriya Izuku is suddenly thrown into a parallel universe by a frightened civilian's quirk, he learns exactly how a simple, seemingly insignificant, choice can alter a world drastically.

Painting Flowers (Also recommended on the BakuDeku AU Updating list) (Still being updated)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Categories: M/M, Multi Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, everyone else Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Tattoo Artist Midoriya, Flower Shop Bakugo, Strangers to Lovers, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Tags Are Hard, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Rating May Change, Aged-Up Character(s), Drinking, Slow Burn, Dabi is Todoroki Touya, Fluff and Humor, Let Them Kiss 2019 Summary: Bakugo Katsuki has one rule: Do NOT Date. Well, there were more but that one in particular had served him well over the years in avoiding the drama and the neediness that came with relationships. Katsuki doesn't have time for that shit. The only things he needs are his friends, his family, and occasional flings that end after a single night. However, when Katsuki has to take a temporary job position at his parents' flower shop, he stumbles upon one Midoriya Izuku, a quiet regular that simply comes to the shop to sketch flowers all day long. The man even somehow has the ability to make butterflies erupt in the blonde's stomach without uttering a single word. And when he does finally speak, he is able to send Katsuki's heart racing in a way he hasn't felt in years. Will he be willing to compromise his own rules, his own goals, in order to know more about the green haired artist with the nervous smile?

Heroes Don't Lose (Still being updated)

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Sensei | All For One Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Major character death - Freeform, War, Blood and Violence, Shock, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Aged-Up Character(s), Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Is Going To Have PTSD, Blood Loss, Blood Drinking? Technically?, Angst and Feels, Death, Post-Canon, I Don't Even Know, I Wrote This Because I Was Angry, Sorry Not Sorry, Actually I Really Am Sorry, First Kiss, All For One Vs Pro Heroes, Final Battle, God I Suck At Summaries Summary: Bakugou Katsuki thought he was ready for war. However, his arrogance and naivety left him entirely unprepared. He didn't expect it to be like this. Anything but this. AKA The final battle between All For One and the Pro Heroes.

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11 Q’s Tag Game #3

and also by @zmlorenz, I’m lovin’ it :D

1. would you prefer your wip be adapted for the big screen, the small screen, or the stage? why?

 Ooh I hadn’t considered the stage whaaaat

 I think my answer’s still the same from the last one ^^; probably TV, still kinda suckered by big screen theatrics

2. do any of your ocs have pets? if yes, tell me about them. if not, would they ever consider getting one? what kind of pet might they get? (i am definitely not fishing for pictures of cute animals. nope. no way.)

 Gen and Asin have like... five cats. The superheroes adopt a little tortoiseshell they call Kitkat.

 Mostly it’s cats. Even Kaithr has one, a norwegian forest cat they call Bat.

3. what colour(s) do you associate with each of your ocs?

 Most of the mains are blue h e l p

 Actually Kaithr’s more grey. Sea grey? that’s a thing?

Red Scarlet is... uh... red...

Brandi is shiny black, like feathers

Gwen is green

Elise is also green but venomous.

Ifernia is prussian blue

Leiri is sea blue

4. do you have a specific image of what each of your characters look like? or do you have a general idea only?

 Most of them are just general feels like hair length or if they’ve got tattoos, that sort of thing.

 A growing number have face characters now though! so that’s fun

5. do you have any conditions that must be met before you can write? (ie. a glass of water nearby, a certain playlist, must be wearing socks, etc.)

 You know, I was wondering why my feet are cold. Gotta go get the socks

 Uh mostly it’s just that I have music playing? Having drinks and snacks nearby are helpful but snacks are terrible and will be gone within the first five minutes

6. what is your favourite quirk you’ve given an oc?

Hn.

7. which of your ocs is most likely to steal breadrolls from restaurants?

 Onni. Probably also Kari.

8. do you have any character names that were supposed to be temporary but then you got attached to them?

Not that I can think of? I know some have changed names but... I don’t think any were temporary as such. Probably more likely they were meant to be small one off characters and then they weren’t.

9. have you ever made yourself cry when writing?

Don’t think so. More likely to sit there and just oh shit is that where this is going? because why would I know what plot is

10. what is your favourite trope to use? which tropes will you never use? which trope would you like to use some day?

Ok so I’m bad at knowing tropes. Worse at recognising them in my own writing.

I’m not actually all that aware of tropes tbh ^^; unless they’re like the relationship ones and... I don’t really go there often enough...?

11. show us some covers you want your future books covers to look like, pls.

 Oh! I know this one! hang on

my friend drew this for me ages back and it’s obviously rough and not very accurate anymore (Ifernia’s changed hair colour, for a start, and that’s my old penname sitting there) but I still like it. She���s probably mortally ashamed of it by this point because it was many years ago, so I won’t... actually tag her but it’s @werebudgie

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Weirdly Invasive Answers

I was tagged by my good friend @iridescentembers

rules: answer 15 questions and tag 15 followers you would like to get to know better

Oh boy here we go

Generic Things

Name: Kate

Nickname: (Well Kate is a nickname soo...) A bunch of book characters i.e. Cress, Aelin, and a bunch more I don’t use

Zodiac Sign: Pieces but I hate it

Height: 5′3″

Languages Spoken: English and a little French

Nationality: American

Favorite Fruit: Grapes or Raspberries

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Scent: Wood smoke or petrichor

Favorite Color: Gold

Favorite Animal: Dragon

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot Chocolate

Average Hours of Sleep: 6ish

Favorite Book Character: Cinder from The Lunar Chronicles or Lucy Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia

No. of Blankets you Sleep with: Anywhere from 0-7 depending on the time of year

Dream Trip: Flying my own plane around the world wherever I feel like for 2 years

Blog Created: ???

Additional Questions

If you got a tattoo, what would it be: I don’t actually want a tattoo. I’m an artist and I like to draw or paint on myself a lot but I like them because they are temporary. I feel like I would want to change my tattoo after about a week if I got one.

What is the best advice someone has given you: A few years ago, my aunt had the opportunity to meet Leland Melvin. She got a video from him for me and he said to keep my dreams of being a pilot and going into space and a few other things and now I watch it whenever something gets particularly hard.

If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be: Probably the views people have of others in the sick way they then treat them. Along with it, get rid of the assholes in power who promote this and are endangering the entire world. It’s a big ask but I would like to see it happen.

Are you a morning person or night person: I dunno. I say I hate mornings but I really only hate mornings when I have to get up early as told by others. I actually like them when I get up on my own and am able to watch the sunrise and enjoy the quiet. Alternatively, I love the night and would like nothing more sometimes than to spend the whole night walking under the stars.

Biggest pet peeve: Oh god I have so many. One is when I’m either trying to talk or do something and know I’m right or can do it and a few assholes completely talk over or ignore me.

Do you have any special talents: Yes. I have many. One of my favorites is my ability to be a complete sweetheart on the outside while I am plotting someone’s destruction and they have no idea.

Would you want to live forever? Why or why not: No because I like the idea of life and how temporary it is. You only have now to do something with your life and to meet people and fall in love and see things. I like to live rather than just exist.

Have you ever been in love: I don’t think so romantically. I’ve never been in a relationship but I had a friend when I was little who was probably the closest I’ve had to something like that. I don’t know if I felt love for him or if it was just a friendship that went deeper than what most people experience. Now though, I know I love my friends. They are my sisters and I’m not sure I could function if any of them were permanently gone from my life.

What do you want your legacy to be: I want to be remembered in a way that makes people smile. I want to make an impact in their life for the better and leave the world better than it is now.

What do you want to do with your life: I want to become a pilot. I want to take the time to do my trip around the world. I want to design planes and rockets and other things. I want to be an astronaut. Then once I’ve done all that I want to have a small house on a big piece of land with open space and woods in the western US and build my own small rockets and launch them for fun with someone by my side, and every once in a while we would just pack up and go somewhere new.

What is a book you read recently and really enjoyed: Artemis by Andy Weir. It takes place on the moon (yay!) following a self-sufficient and sarcastic narrator (more yay!) and involves real science in a really cool setting (lots of yay!).

Who is someone that matters in your life: I usually answer this with my friends or my parents but I’ll be different this time. I’d have to say my big brother Zack. We may not be related by blood but he has definitely adopted himself into that role in my life and I couldn’t be happier to have him. I don’t say it enough, so thank you Zack.

What is your favorite kitchen utensil: Rubber spatulas.

Do you play any sports: Yes. I have been dancing for most of my life and I have skied since I was 3 or 4 (and recently I set a new speed record of 63.6 mph!). I also play field hockey as a goalie.

If you could make anything an Olympic sport, what would it be: Kiddie pool kick ball. The bases are small inflatable kiddie pools, the baselines are tarps sprayed with soap and water, you kick a ball softer than a kickball (ideally something large and light), and there are several pool noodles you can either hit runners with or hit people with as you slide past them on the tarps.

And for some tags: @mattlovesrain @burnt-siennas @soleilamortentia @certainloveofminee @puppylimeworld @rhysandmybabybat @merelyacleverdreamer and @tenaciouscatalyst

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I was tagged by @rafarobron4ever

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

I am tagging: @drawerswithouthandles, @dingleminyard, @bisexualsugden, @escapingreality51, @minglewithadingle and whoever else wants to take part because I can’t keep up with everyone’s usernames at the minute like the horrible person that I am

— what was your last…

1. drink: apple juice 2. phone call: mum  3. text message: mum 4. song you listened to: One Direction - If I Could Fly 5. time you cried: not sure, it doesn’t happen often, but probably a few weeks ago

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: yes 7. kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. been cheated on: yes 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: yes 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: yes

— fave colours

12. orange 13. purple 14. black

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: sort of 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: no 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. met someone who changed you: no 20. found out who your friends are: I don’t really have any, so 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: no

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: they’re either family or people I went to school with, except a few who used to be online friends, so, aye 23. do you have any pets: three dogs, a cat, and a guinea pig 24. do you want to change your name: yes, I’ve never liked my name, my surname holds bad connections for me, and I’d like a more gender neutral name because I’m genderqueer/non-binary 25. what did you do for your last birthday: sod all 26. what time did you wake up today: half ten 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching Teen Wolf and writing for Camp NaNo/ED Big Bang 28. what is something you can’t wait for: Louis Tomlinson’s album and Robron’s official wedding 30. what are you listening to right now: The Chase 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, I had a friend in primary school called Thomas who went by Tom

32. something that’s getting on your nerves: my laptop refuses to boot up and takes at least an hour and a half each time I restart, and the one I want to order is temporary out of stock, so I’m losing my mind, literally

33. most visited website: tumblr 34. hair colour: blonde, but I dye it ginger 35. long or short hair: medium to short, but short

36. do you have a crush on someone: eh, no, just fictional characters and famous people I’ll never get near

37. what do you like about yourself: not much right now, to be honest 38. want any piercings: I already have a fair few, but I always meant to get more and never got on with it 39. blood type: no idea, I have anaemia and can’t donate, so it’s never come up 40. nicknames: these days, I don’t really have one, but I used to go by Em or Ema, as in Eee-ma, and, uh, others, but yeah, no, not currently, which is sad because I hate my actual name 41. relationship status: single 42. sign: Aries 43. pronouns: she/he/they, but please never refer to me by anything strictly feminine because I struggle with being AFAB as it is 44. fave tv show: Teen Wolf, maybe, but all-time is Red Dwarf and Buffy 45. tattoos: no, but I’ve always wanted one 46. right or left handed: right handed 47: ever had surgery: yes, five, and all eye operations 48. piercings: eight in right ear, five in left, two in lip 49. sport: I don’t really play sport, but I sometimes watch football and women’s tennis, though mostly I’m not interested 50. vacation: I’ve never been on a proper holiday, but I’ve definitely not been anywhere since I was five, so it’s been forever 51. trainers: Converse

— more general

52. eating: chips 53. drinking: water 54. I’m about to watch: still watching the Chase 55. waiting for: the day I stop being in pain all day, every day, and find myself a love life of some sort

56. want: better health with less pain and more mobility, so I can lose the weight and generally enjoy life more 57. get married: I’m not sure if I believe in it, not for myself, anyway, it’s never something I’ve sat and dreamed about, but if I found myself in a loving relationship with someone who meant everything, then probably 58. career: author (sort of)

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: hugs 60. lips or eyes: eyes 61. shorter or taller: taller means reaching top shelves, but either or 62. older or younger: younger  63. nice arms or stomach: arms 64. hookup or relationships: relationships 65. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: no 67. drank hard liquor: yes 68. turned someone down: no 69. sex on first date: no 70: broken someone’s heart: once maybe, but it was a mutual thing 71. had your heart broken: yes 72. been arrested: yes 73. cried when someone died: do animals count? I do struggle with appropriate reactions to things, though, so usually I don’t cry 74. fallen for a friend: yes

— do you believe in

75. yourself: not much 76. miracles: no 77. love at first sight: yes and no 78. santa claus: no, but I do believe in dirty old pervs who like putting children on their knees 79. angels: does Castiel count?

— misc

80. eye colour: blue 81. best friend’s name: the position is vacant 82. favourite movie: maybe The Avengers or Inception, or Donnie Darko, which used to be my favourite, or, uh, I don’t know, I like a lot of films, but not many become favourites (when they do, I wear the discs out) 83. favourite actor: Danny Miller and Ryan Hawley

84. favourite cartoon: Fireman Sam (the original), wait, does that count as a cartoon? Uh, Ghostbusers or Turtles, then, the originals again from back in my day 85. favourite teacher’s name: Miss Kelly was my favourite, she had a beautiful Belfast accent and she was pretty and kind, and, no, I wasn’t madly in love with her like an idiot