#I like his absorbent afro :))

[colorfulplasma]

Very random headcanon I had but hear me out-

With Kit being the counterpart of Tails capable IQ and quick innovation, Kit would use his smart attitude like Kevin from Home Alone. He's still a kid but more precocious and capable of creating elaborate plans while bluntly talking back to almost anyone.

What I saying is that Kit would use his IQ not to help people, but just to spite them and act higher than anyone.

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Sapphire

part of the universe of "the queen and her husbands"

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

In the first months of Aemond's return to King's Landing, he never removes the patch around his children. He is afraid of their reaction to seeing his scar and that he lacks an eye. He is sure that Aemon and Baelon will be afraid if they see him and he could not bear his children to be afraid of him again. He does not want to return to the first days of his return where they cried every time he tried to raise them. So he always has the patch. It doesn't matter how many times you insist on your husband who took it out when you four are alone and you assure you that nothing bad will happen, he doesn't want to risk it.

Until a warm day, Aemond can no longer bear the patch and decides to remove it for a moment just because Aemon is asleep in his lap and plans to put it back before his son wakes up. Aemond is so absorbed in his reading that he does not realize that Aemon is awake until he feels a small hand touching his face. The prince looks at him expectantly, ready to listen to a cry or a scream but that doesn't happen.

And when you enter the chambers and you find one of your children standing in your husband's lap trying to remove the sapphire from his eye you cannot help laughing. You are not surprised after all, your children seem obsessed with playing and playing with the sapphire of your necklace.

Later when Baelon returns from spending the afternoon with his grandmother and Aemond has his patch again. You and your husband are sitting on the floor playing with the twins when Aemon proudly shows his twin his new discovery, raising the Aemond patch and exposing the sapphire. You notice how your husband is tense fearing that maybe Baelon reacted badly and smiled at him waiting to give him a little confidence.

Then Baelon shouts excitedly and now it is both twins who try to remove their dad's sapphire.

You laugh while you get up and rise to Baelon moving away from Aemond.

"I told you that you had nothing to worry about," you say smiling and dodging Baelon's little kicks.

To the consternation of Aemon, your husband also gets out on the floor. He looks at him for a moment before playing with his other toys.

"Do you want me to tell you that this time you were right?" says Aemond, taking Baelon away from you, he would rather suffer from a kick than you end up hurt.

"I'm always right"

"No, you don't."

Before you can complain Aemond kisses you making you forget about any thoughts.

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Strawhats with a Lolita member

Summary: The straw hats just boarded into a new island. But, not like any others. This island was all white and black. Until they met you. The reader also has Daki's demon art technique. This was the request REQUEST are open (IM BEGGING) word count: 1.6k

The straw hats first met you on a gloomy island. Due to the lack of vibrant colors, everyone's in formal and dark clothing. Everyone except you. Your background was a blur. You grew up on the other side of the island and only come to the town when you need something.

Today was always the same. You wore your tall heels and grabbed your ribbon bag. You looked at your mirror one last time to check your makeup and fix your black and pink hair.

You leave your pastel house and start walking to the town. Your frilly dress bounces on every step you make, along with all the little decorations and the big ribbon on your back. Your creamy stockings hug your smooth and perfect thighs. Your parasol, walking beside you, waiting to be opened and used.

The walk to the town was short. All kinds of animals surrounded you. Hostile or not. You were an eye candy on the gloomy island, the only one with colors and a devil fruit.

You looked at the harbor. A ship has arrived. The Jolly Roger is a skull with two crossed bones underneath and a straw hat on top. You looked back at the market, trying to find people standing out.

You opened your parasol and took out your creamy fan, holding it below your eyes. There, you saw a young man with a straw hat, the captain, you presume. Next to him was a girl with tangerine hair and a man with curly eyebrows. Your island doesn't often get visitors. The last time someone came, they never went back to the sea.

There is a saying if you offend the island and do something wrong. At night, sashes will wrap around your body and slowly absorb you.

"Hey! I've been trying to call you for the last 5 minutes." The voice whined. You snapped out of your thoughts--making a little sound, and you looked at the man. He looks like a plank separated by its group.

"What's your name, and why are you the only one glowing?" the tall, lanky man asked.

"Y/n…" you quietly muttered. The fan was a great asset today. Covering your pink blush and trembling mouth.

"Hm…do you know anything about t-" "Luffy! Stop running a- A LADY~"

"Oh, uhm…" You were starting to get uncomfortable. Today was just supposed to be like yesterday and the day before. While the two were busy fighting among themselves, you had run off and went to one of the instrument stores.

There, you saw a tall man's back. He had an afro and, by the neck--an orange scarf. He also had a gold top hat and a cane on his side. The tall man turned around and, to your horror, a skeleton. Before it could open its mouth, your devil fruit accidentally activated, and your sashes were wrapped around the skeleton, ending it with a ribbon.

You gasped and mumbled a quick sorry, then left the store. Today has been unpleasant. You left the town while holding your mirror, making your hair and makeup look good. When you were away from the townsfolk, you used your fruit and made your ribbons carry you.

Various thoughts entered your mind. But the forest was calming you down. You looked around you-- and a woman with sunglasses and a bag stepped out of the shadow.

"That was an interesting ability, miss." The lady said.

You looked at the mysterious woman. Her clothes and accessories fit her. "Oh, uh, thank you!" You answered cheerfully.

"I saw a house on the other side of the island. It was hard to ignore it, especially the color the owner chose. With all the evidence I gathered, you were the legend the people were discussing. Ribbons and sash?"

You tilted your head to the side and asked, "How do you know?"

The woman chuckled and answered, "I saw what you did to my friend Brook. I asked the locals about the ribbons. They said that pirates only left their clothing behind, no bones or skin," she continued, "I must say what you're doing here is heroic. But don't you get ever tired from the lack of color?"

I left my ribbon vehicle and finally spoke, "This place wasn't white and black. It used to be full of color and life. One day, I was exploring the forest all by myself. I never made any friends. They said my style was too childish. My friends were animals, and I was hanging out with them. One of the red pandas gave me a strawberry. Instead of its usual dots, it got replaced with tiny carved ribbons. I ate it since my friend gave it to me. It tasted weird, and I passed out. When I woke up, the island had no color except for me. I want to help my people first."

The woman said, "Have you never thought you were the problem?"

I gasped. Me? What did I ever do?

"I'm not saying that you are. But what if? Me and my crew are going to depart tomorrow. I could show you around the ship. All your belongings are in the Thousand Sunny."

"I- can I at least check the ship first?"

Now, here you are in front of the Thousands Sunny. You entered the big ship, holding your fan just below your eyes. There was no one, and the only light source was on the second floor towards the back of the ship.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Nico Robin. You can call me Robin."

After the tour, you find out the men sleep on the first floor while the girls sleep on the second floor. Speaking of sleep, the crew arranged your corner neatly. You had your vanity and a lot of picture frames. Your bed also had a lot of frilly and curtains, and the wardrobe filled with Lolita and Victorian dresses.

"Let's go to the last room. The dining room." Robin said.

There, you two entered the room. All of the straw hat members except Robin were eating happily.

"I'll introduce you to all of them. The man with the straw hat is our captain, Luffy. The girl with the orange hair is our navigator, Nami. The guy with the long nose is our sniper, Ussop. The guy wearing a suit is the ship's cook, Sanji. The reindeer is the ship's doctor, Chopper. The tall man is a cyborg and is the crew's shipwright, Franky. The skeleton, the guy you packaged neatly, is the musician, and his name is Brook. Lastly, the Fishman is the helmsman, and his name is Jinbei. Let's eat with them."

You walked behind Robin, your fan still in front of your face.

"Oh, it's you!" Nami yelled. "LADY~" Sanji shouted.

You winced from the roaring noise and instinctively opened your umbrella to avoid them. Robin noticed you shifting and held your hand, then closed your umbrella. Sanji served you food, and you sat on the counter.

That night was lovely and fun. The crew, even though it looked chaotic at first, was pleasant. Everybody's different personalities make you fit in like the last puzzle piece. The ship made you feel needed. It made you feel wanted.

You left the dining area and stared outside. In front, you could see the vast ocean. But if you look back, you can see your colorful island. Colorful island?

Was I the problem all along?

"So, do you accept my offer now?" You look beside you to see Robin also staring at the island. You closed your umbrella and shifted your body, staring at her.

"I do."

The next day, you woke up in your bed. Last night was a bit of a blur. Luffy was cheering that someone new joined, and all the crew were doing whatever. You went to the girl's room and immediately passed out.

You stood up and looked at the mirror, observing the heart-shaped beauty mark below your right eye. You took out some new clothes, a white dress stopping at your thighs. You also took a pair of socks that reached your knees and arm warmers, stopping at your shoulders.

You look at the room Nami and Robin, sleeping peacefully.

After showering, you went to the girl's room and put your hair into pigtails, using two large ribbons as hair ties.

You finally left the room and went down to the first floor. There, mostly all of the straw hats were chilling.

"Are we leaving now?" You asked

"Yeah, the log post finally worked, and we're now going to the next island," Franky replied

You stared back at your island, slowly drifting away.

"I hope the animals will be--"

"I saw some marines just east from here," Zoro yelled from the top nest.

The next thing you knew, cannonballs were being launched at you.

Half of the crewmembers were still asleep. The only ones awake were Sanji, Zoro, and Jinbei.

"Don't worry. There are only two ships. I can handle it." You said.

The three looked at each other and nodded. Then, all went back to work.

You used your ribbons and stretched them to make them larger and larger. You wrapped the two ships like a present and ended it with a large bow.

You turn your gaze toward the direction of your island, feeling a sense of loss as it disappears from your view. However, the presence of your friends by your side gives you a glimmer of hope and comfort. It's hard to adjust, but having friends nearby makes it peaceful.

A/n: OMGG I FINISHED IT IN A DAY!! I STARTED ON 11 AM AND FINISHED AT 3 PM I AM SO SO HAPPY!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH SINCE I WANTED TO DRESS LIKE LOLITA BUT NEVER GOT THE CONFIDENCE. ANYWAYS TY ANON!! I LIKE BEING A WORKAHOLIC

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Two panel comic of April and Mikey from an original iteration. Mikey has a rather snake-like head and stripes around his eyes that form vague heart shapes, and similar markings on his shoulders and thighs. April is a Black girl with a keloid scar on her lip and her hair braided back into an Afro, wearing a fluffy sweater and a skirt.

In the first panel, Mikey leans against the back of a sofa as April sits on it, looking at her phone. He asks "Hey April? what happens if I flush a tampon?" She replies "Bad idea, Mikes. Those things are designed to absorb liquid. It'll mess up the plumbing big time." In the second panel, Mikey leans backwards, a nervous smile on his face. He says "And, ahaha, what if I already did...?" April glares at him and yells "Mikey!" End I.D.]

Mikey thought it was gonna be like mentos and coke or something he didn't know it wouldn't be exciting and would cause property damage he's sorryyyyy

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[I.D. Simplified sketch of April calling her dad, the drawing of him separated from hers by a jagged line. She looks annoyed as she calls, and says "Dad one of my idiot friends flushed a tampon. Should I kill him." Behind her, Mikey smiles nervously with several sweat drops around him. Next to April is a note that reads "not serious but wants to make Mikey squirm". On the other side of the page, Baxter Stockman answers the phone. He is standing above a blueprint of a fly-like robot and clicking a pen. He grins and says "Just don't get blood on the walls. The landlord would be pissed." End I.D.]

[devilheartsblog]

Hot Take: Season 1 is better than Season 3 overall

I have to emphasize the overall because season 3 has a better main villain, better world building, and better transformations. However in terms of pacing and overarching story Season 1 is better and thus I found myself enjoying it much more.

Like, season 3 is great. However, when you think about it, Valtor’s only actively seeking out power from other villains when he gets involved with Diaspro and Cassandra. Otherwise he doesn’t do much, well, other than terrorized the Council of Light and turning Faragonda into a tree but not much of a power seeking quest you know, especially since he’s built up as a big threat. Also, the fact Radius was left hypnotized for so long urks me because they show Stella could defeat Cassandra and Chimera at any point but nah, we have other things to focus on. And the fact Valtor puts all of his stolen magic in a box instead of absorbing it is…ugh, so lame! There’s also Musa being toxic but the narrative portraying it as Riven being a problem. They did give us Nabu but he started off by stalking the Winx so uhhh, yeah, Timmy is still best boy!

Meanwhile, season 1 had like an escalation of the threat. The Trix went from mean girls to war criminals and it felt well paced with their goal to get the Dragon Flame. And the filler was fine because it helped us know the characters, while in season 3 it felt like the plot was getting dragged (WE DID NOT NEED THAT DIGIT EPISODE!!) Character arcs like for Bloom and Riven was also so much better in season 1. Bloom mostly learns about magic and having friends instead of being the weird girl with a power fantasy, and her discovering her origins before putting an end to the Ancestral Witches’ descendants. And Riven learns to be an anti-hero instead of a jerk after learning Darcy was using him. He was fun as a villain’s spy and a hero. Also the fights were epic for the fairies, especially the finale, that was really fun. I personally loved it more, my own gripe is the Miss Magix episode but honestly they could cut the racism with the afro hair and I’d be fine with it existing since again, season 1, we get to get used to those characters.

In conclusion I think season 1 is better because of the character arcs for Bloom and Riven, the story escalation and the fight scenes, as well as not having as many inconsistencies or annoying parts as season 3, not to mention the Trix utilizing the Dragon Flame’s power while Valtor puts the second sun of Solaria in a jewelry box.

[3-2-whump]

Caretaker Profiles

Hey, so it just occurred to me that I never made one of these in the whole time that Eternal ran (oops), so I'm gonna fix that now!

Nico Clemenza is a gate guard in his mid-twenties. He has short dark brown hair that looks intentionally styled to be messy, green eyes, and scrabbly facial hair. He's built thick and athletic due to his time as high school football captain, and he's got a certain golden retriever energy about him. Loyal to the Costa Family and to the Boss, Nico wouldn't like to rock the boat too much, but then he made friends with the Boss' intern. They saw each other every day as Thomas came and left the grounds, but he finally worked up the balls to talk to the new intern one day during lunch. He is one of those people who wouldn’t question the lies and cover stories his superiors give him, but one too many details start not adding up, and he becomes concerned for his new friend’s well-being. Nico eventually comes face to face with the truth and becomes disillusioned in his family, his work, and the Costas. Now, he has to decide what to do with this crushing realization all while trying to help Khaled as much as he can.

Julio Lazaro Estrada is a Latin American man with light olive skin covered in tattoos, dark hair that he bleaches and dyes sometimes, hazel cat-like eyes, and some patchy facial hair. He’s very tall and skinny because of a stupid high metabolism. He has crooked fingers from his time in jail (see tragic backstory), and he has quite a few piercings and tattoos. He is the young boss of Juicio Divino -Divine Judgment in English- an Afro-Latino gang that challenges the Costas for territory. He and Thomas Costa go way back; before he was resigned to be a contracted killer, Julio had a promising future as a music student, but due to meddling and underhanded business on Thomas’ part, Julio ended up in jail, where he met Isidro Bautista and was absorbed into the shady underworld of contract killing. (Although Julio redefines and holds onto his own moral compass despite all the blood on his hands.) He adores Khaled and wants to free him from the man who (supposedly) single-handedly ruined his life, but Julio does not know how to best handle his feelings for Khaled while keeping his own emotional health in check. He is best known for his confident demeanor and warm familiarity, often calling people vato or some other nickname.

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 7

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 5.6K

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She had your eyes. She had the exact same eye color, and her hair was a little lighter. Yeah, she didn't have your tone. It was just a sad reminiscence of what you were. Aemond gave one more thrust against his hips and he climaxed. He was already. He was done. It had been…disappointing. However, the girl's eyes were shining. He smirked to himself, though as always it was a sneer. He still knew how to do his job. She was leering at him over her shoulder. His lack of affection had made him unable to look into his eyes while he was having sex, so he always turned them. It was better that way. The girl turned to hug him. Her arms encircling her neck. Was she going to…? Yes, she was going to try to kiss him. He never kissed. He never… he tried to keep things like this as impersonal as possible. It was just a shag. And yet, when that girl's lips met his, he remembered that he had kissed you in the bathroom of the same bar where he had found this girl who looked like you, who smelled like you… but she wasn't you. . He had been so absorbed that he hadn't even cared that she kissed him. At another time, he would have turned his face away from her with a smile and suggested calling a taxi.

“By the way, my name is…” the girl started to speak. But, he didn't need her name. He needed she to be you. He didn't care, for practical purposes, he had thought of you and therefore he wanted to think that he had been with you.

"It's late, do you want me to call a taxi?" was all his response. He got up from the bed and reached for his tobacco. An acquired habit. He always smoked after fucking, although that time he hadn't been worth much.

"No, leave it" she could hear the anger in the girl's voice and as she was she got out of bed "Don't come with me, I know where the exit is from her" the girl hissed between her teeth once she was quickly dressed. "You're an asshole, you know that?" the girl left her room angry with him and Aemond could hear the blow of the front door of the apartment slamming shut. Of course he knew he was an asshole. Only an asshole could have fallen for a girl he had only fucked once... maybe, he should have asked the girl her name, maybe... Alys was right and he was incapable of love... he just looked for some comfortable pants and he got ready to sleep. He inhaled on the pillow, she smelled like you, but she wasn't you... he had just taken off his eye eye patch and was going to sleep when he heard a loud knock on her door. He sat on the edge of the bed, had the girl left something? He take a quick look... he didn't find anything, except the used condom thrown on the floor... he heard the blows again, what the hell was going on?

With a scowl, he went to the door and flung it open. He wasn't in the mood to argue or talk to anyone. If it was the girl, he thought… But, it was just Aegon, his face flushed from crying, his cheeks red. He smelled of alcohol. And he didn't seem to know where he was, but he knew, of course he knew...

"Aemond" Aegon hugged him and began to cry. Aemond just narrowed his eyes in annoyance. The scene must have seemed comical to say the least. Just annoyed, he closed the door behind him. He didn't want any neighbor whispering about him tomorrow, the girl had already been loud enough "She left me" his brother sobbed again "She's a bitch, she left me" Aemond took him to the sofa and dropped him there. He took the bottle of some kind of alcohol he was holding from her and sighed. He contemplated the pathetic scene of how Aegon was crying again for his girlfriend  number… well, he had already lost count of what girlfriend's number it was. "Lyra has left me" he sobbed again and Aemond rolled his eyes again.

"And who is Lyra?" he asked, sitting down in the seat that was right next to the one Aegon was lying on. He felt that despite being the brother in the middle, he always had to be the eldest. Aegon sobbed loudly again and Aemond screwed up his face, disgusted with his older brother.

"The waitress," Aegon sobbed. “She was the love of my life”

"This girl was lasting a long time" Aemond stood up shrugging his shoulders "Besides, they are all the love of your life always" he smiled at her, with a humiliating face, but deep down he only wanted to mask his own sadness. "You'll get over it" And him? Would Aemond get over not being able to have you?

“You don't know anything about love, do you know what it is to be in love? You're just a cold, unfeeling bastard,” Aegon snapped at him as he snuggled into the sofa. And those words were like a dagger for Aemond, had he ever been in love? With Alys he had gone far, with you he had achieved a different level of connection... but did he know what it was to be in love?

Without realizing it, Aegon was now sleeping it off on his sofa. Aemond sighed and reached for one of the blankets to cover him. He had to protect his own. Maybe that was all the kind of love he deserved…or that he knew.

Jace kissed you breathlessly, sweaty and disheveled on top of you. You smiled at him and at that moment he was able to smile at you too. You two were going to get married. You were going to marry… him. Any doubts he might have had with you, he had dissipated after making love. He was still between your legs, on top of you. He was still kissing you between laughs, while he was carrying all the weight with his arms on the mattress. He didn't want to let you go. You were…his girl. How could he if he wants to think that you and Aemond…? It was ridiculous. You were sweet, you were funny, you were…everything. And, simply Aemond was the opposite of you. He couldn't have you in a thousand years. How could he have thought such a stupid thing? The truth is that I was a little annoyed with Joffrey for having cast doubt on you, but no, you were there. With him. Next to him. You two were going to get married. His mind repeated it as if he found it hard to believe.

"I have to go to the bathroom" you sighed, escaping from his embrace with a smile. He just flopped wearily against the opposite side of the mattress, grinning. And he watched with a smile as you ran to the bathroom. You were going to be the mother of his children, you were going to grow old together...

You came back from the bathroom and lay down on your side of the bed. Jace fell asleep before you hugged you and with a smile on his lips. He couldn't see how you picked up the phone and sighed when you saw that Aemond hadn't written to you that night. You were being selfish.

Aemond breathed again. That morning was the quarterly meeting. He had to take stock of the profits and losses of the company and he... got confused when he saw how Jace's mobile vibrated. The screen turned on and he saw that he was receiving a message from you. At that moment, he glanced at the screen of his phone... No, you hadn't texted him since what happened the last afternoon in the dress shop. And he hadn't written to you either. He had set the terms of what kind of relationship he wanted to have with you. He wasn't going to back down to just be your friend while Jace hit the jackpot.

"What do you think, Aemond?" he heard Luke's voice and woke up from his daydreams. He had stopped paying attention. He smiled to himself as he took out a cigarette and put it to his lips in that meeting room. Great, you had distracted him… Could he be any more pathetic? He lit the cigarette and leaned back in his seat after taking a strong drag that he expelled through his nose...

"Well, I have to confess... that I've lost track of all this simply because you're the speaker," he said, smiling defiantly at his nephew, and Aegon laughed. At least he wasn't losing his touch against his nephews.

Jace looked at him defiantly, his lips pursed. "Can you turn it off? It's not a place for you to smoke” he told him with a scolding face, but Aemond didn't even look at him. He just smiled to himself.

“And can you turn off the phone? Your girlfriend's messages distract me" he replied, finally making eye contact, tilting his head, he attacked him where he knew it hurt "You can tell she's in need of affection... if you want... I can fuck her. Maybe that's how that issue would go away" Aegon hit the table falling apart, as if it had been the attack of the century. Joffrey went blank as something started working in his head and Jace… Jace tried to lunge at Aemond. As if he wasn't saying something that wasn't true, Aemond thought. Luke grabbed him and Corlys did the same. Aemond was still unfazed, sitting in his seat, like a statue, just looking up at him with a defiant smile.

"You're a…" Jace started to say, but his voice trailed off.

"A what? My strong nephew…” he provoked him again. Jace had never jumped like this at any of his taunts. And Aemond was enjoying it as he took another drag on his cigarette. Really, he must have cared about you... but he would have jumped too if he was your... boyfriend, but he wasn't. He was just screwed because you hadn't written it, because you didn't throw yourself into his arms. Hell, it was clear that he was superior to Jace in everything. Still, he remained stoic in front of Jace.

"Don't go in on his taunts," Corlys whispered into his 'grandson''s ear and Jace sat back down, trying to remain calm. Just staring at his uncle, in front of him. Aemond Targaryen was the true dragon in that room, despicable though he was. It was the real truth.

“Do you want to know my opinion, nephew?” Aemond smiled, finishing his cigarette and putting it out against Jace's papers, who, as always, was sitting across from him in that meeting room. "I only know that we're going to hell because of your management," he smiled, raising one of the corners of his lips. . "And if you manage your relationship that well, a great future awaits you together" he whispered in his ear and left the room. All the others stayed in his places. Aemond was getting tired of it all.

Such a victory was short-lived for Aemond, however, and he received a call from his mother later. He, as always, remained silent for a moment to finally bring up again the subject of the loss of his eye at the hands of Luke, that they were not true Targaryens and how they were sinking the company... but those arguments that were so solid for Aemond did not they were enough for his mother. And Aemond sighed heavily as Alicent told him how they were going to settle this dispute. His mother must have been laughing at him.

Rhaenyra also called out to Jace. The tone of that conversation was different. Completely different. She just asked him how he was. Luke had told her what had happened. She was listening to him in silence and at the end she told him the idea that she and Alicent had had to try to smooth things over. Jace's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to refuse, but he was unable to deny his mother anything. He knew that she just wanted them to be a family. As if it was that easy...

So, there you were on Saturday morning, painting at the table on the terrace with Healena's boy. You had all gone to spend the weekend in one of the many houses that her family owned. All together. Jace hadn't told you what had happened, but you could tell something was wrong. However, he had promised to take you to the beach that afternoon, to swim together and watch the sunset. And, you needed time with him, even more so if Aemond was going to be around all that weekend. However, he had not arrived. Youhad been waiting all morning just to see him and he still hadn't shown up. Jace walked up to you and kissed you on the forehead as he brought you an ice soda. He put it down on the table and sat next to you while the boy continued to paint. Everyone was there, even Aegon, who seemed to be moaning all the time about everything. Rhaenyra, Damon, Alicent and Viserys were having coffee in the small room next to the terrace, separated from you only by a sliding glass door. Daeron walked over and ruffled his nephew's hair, only to disappear on his way to the kitchen where Healena was chatting with Cregan and Luke. Joffrey was sunbathing while he was playing a game on the phone, stretched out on a sun lounger on the terrace. For a moment, you realized that you could be a happy family... until the fantasy was broken just when you heard the engine of Aemond's Mercedes. He parked in front of the house. You saw it from the table where you were painting with the little one and you felt Jace tense up. He just got out of his car with a serious face and headed for the door. He went up to the second floor and Jace put his arm around his shoulders. What was that protective gesture about?

“Uncle Aemond!!” the child jumped out of his seat forgetting the drawing and everything else and ran into his arms. Aemond lifted him up easily, and his face finally broke into a smile. Aemond's gaze fell on you. You knew what he was doing. He was showing you that he had a way with children, that it was a good choice… God, he had a crush on you. He did it unconsciously, but he seemed so sweet to you at that moment that you could only smile. Yet at that very moment, you felt Jace's hand, cupping your chin, drawing attention to you with a kiss you never dreamed he could give you in public. You blushed. What the hell was happening to him?

"Aemond, I'm glad you came" his mother told him, taking the child from his arms. "You know why we're here, apologize now" she smiled between her teeth. Aemond scowled at her and walked over to the two of you. All eyes on him.

"Aemond" Jace greeted him getting up from the table and leaving you completely flushed at what had happened.

"Jace," he replied, with a smirk. He was not going to give in. He didn't mean to. He was going to show you how strong he could be in his convictions.

"I'll talk first if you want," Jace replied, looking at you to look back at Aemond. He had always been a compassionate man, a perfect dialoguer “I'm sorry if my strategies bother you. We can talk them. You are the second in the company. You have the right to tell me what you want. We can always improve ”he said proudly, he was showing you how democratic he could be.

“I'm sorry I smoked in the meeting room. I know what bothers you” he replied arrogantly with a smirk. Ignoring the rest of the things he had said in that meeting, as if that had been all he had done. You saw how Jace frowned, trying not to get angry, how Alicent looked at him with her mouth open in disbelief at what was happening, Rhaenyra fixed her eyes on him and Daemon laughed cheekily. On many occasions he saw himself reflected in his nephew. The only one who didn't know what was happening was you. Someone hadn't told you anything about what had happened. "Okay, problem solved, I'm going to the kitchen for a beer" Aemond passed in front of everyone, smiling. He had already apologized as his mother wanted, right? Jace gave you a mock smile and never took his eyes off you for the rest of the day.

Maybe that's why he saw how Aemond sat next to you at lunch and made you laugh. How he offered you from his plate and you accepted, how his eyes lit up when he saw you and how you responded with a silly smile. Jace couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was beginning to believe Joff's words. Then, he received a call that made him even more angry with you, what was happening to you? He waited for his mother and Alicent to leave with his Grandfather and Daemon for dinner in a nearby town, as well as for Cregan and Healena to do the same with his son alone, when he asked you to come to the room, to speak. You were with Luke on the terrace, and Aemond, how could you not? He was there too, you apologized and followed him. When you got to the room, you saw him slam the door behind you. You got scared. It was the first time you saw him like this.

"What the hell are you up to with Aemond?" she yelled at you and you went pale... you wanted to articulate words, but they didn't come out of your lips. You didn't understand what was happening. Had she found out what had happened? No, it was impossible. “Fuck, he looks like your boyfriend, and your boyfriend is me. No, your future husband is what I am ”he snapped at you, angry, terribly angry. You didn't know what had happened, but after what had happened in the meeting room, he couldn't take it anymore with Aemond's presence, and even less if you seemed like a lovesick girl with him.

“Jace, we get along well. That's all" you replied, trying to calm down a boy who never got upset... until that moment. "We are friends"

"No, you don't know him. He is not friends with anyone. He's a creep, he's a complete asshole” he snapped, moving up and down the room. So, he didn't know anything about what had happened between you. You breathed easier even though you were still tense about what was happening.

"Jace, please…" you asked him to calm down.

"And he called me your grandmother, what the hell is going on with the fucking dress thing again?" he asked you angrily, tired of everything. "She called me crying, damn it, is it so hard to you to change that bloody dress?" he yelled at you and you turned pale. You were going to suffer all the anger that Jace had accumulated for so long, and you wondered if you really deserved it. Your eyes began to mist over, but that didn't seem to slow Jace down. “My mother doesn't like it, your grandmother doesn't like it… please, can you stop pestering me about this damn topic? Change it. Please change it, because I can't stand my mother and your grandmother complaining. You don't know how long I've been, and you... you..."

At that moment you revealed yourself and yelled at him. You've never argued before. You were both calm, but not at the time. You were going to argue and you were not going to stay silent. “Maybe I'd know what the hell is wrong with you if you told me” you told her angrily “And I'm not going to change the dress, I'm sticking with it. If they don't like it, don't look."

"No, of course, it's better if they bother me, right?" he yelled at you too "You don't even do that for me..."

"That? I don't do that for you? You don't know what I'm sacrificing for you, you have no fucking idea what I'm doing for you…” you yelled at him again, as if you were exploding, as if you didn't care. He still didn't stop, he kept going, you were both too angry to back down.

“He fucks you with his fucking eyes, well, with his fucking eye. And you let him, and you are telling me that you are sacrificing things? he yelled at you referring to Aemond. "I forbid you to be his friend"

"We are friends. You're not my father, you can't tell me who to be friends with or not” you yelled at him again. This time crying. You couldn't anymore. You were going to tell him, you were going to tell him that you had slept with Aemond, that you didn't like the sad fucking he gave you, that you were going to marry him because of what others said, that you didn't like him, that you were no longer attracted to him, that it was hard for you to laugh with him… when everything changed between the two of them. Jace slammed his fist against the door, violently. In something you've never seen him do before. And he just closed his eyes regretfully. The two of you were silent. He he breathed heavily.

"I think I need some fresh air," he said in a whisper and left. He left you alone in the room and after a while you saw from the terrace how he took the car with Luke and Joffrey and he left. Very surely, he was going to the city to drink. And to you I couldn't be less important. You were hurt. He didn't have a clue about anything. You went out on the terrace to get some fresh air.

“Yeah… all about this wedding sucks” Aemond approached you. He had heard all the discussion between Jace and you. Well, you thought that all the family would had heard your discussion. He leant all his slender body on the wood rail of that terrace. His gaze met your eyes while you looked away from him and you wiped away a tear that fell down your cheek, as quick as possible. The cigarette, that he was going to lit, was forgotten. He just gently ran his thumb against the wet skin of your cheek.

“I don't need your pity” You replied as cold as possible, however your heart raced that fast that you could have died right there. Why he has to be so dammed handsome? Why life was punishing you so hard? He sneered and placed himself back on the railing with those cocky movements that drove you crazy in the bottom of your heart. He lit his cigarette and he took a deep drag. Even his lighter was fucking smug, a Zippo. Normally, he would have expelled the smoke through his nose, but this time he expelled it through his mouth, blowing all the smoke into your face, unconsciously. His lips parted and his gaze undressed you completely. Unlike you, he knew what he wanted.

“What a silly princess” He whispered, one of the corner of his lips curled in an arrogant mock. His mind running all in thoughts about how he would have settle that discussion if he would be your boyfriend. Jace was a fucking retarded. “I perfectly know you don´t need my pity… you need a good shag which made you forget about all that troubles you” He whispered in your ear, really close, like if he would be going to kiss in your neck. “You look really stunning in that dress” He confessed you “Even if Jace and his perfect family think that you need something more discreet… I would be able to tear it from your precious body just to make you mine…”

You widened your eyes at his confession, looking at him with a quick movement of your head, slightly moving away from his presence. “Aemond…” you started to say, but he only interrupted you.

“I know, you are going to marry him, no matter what” he looked down “I don’t like to see you crying” He confessed “That´s all” All for the strong boys. His mind screamed. Anger and impotence began to take possession of his Heart when you murmured to yourself, your arms embracing your own chest.

“I only wanted a calm evening, watching the sunset at the beach” you tone of voice was only a whisper in that wooden terrace, but it was enough to be heard by Aemond. He was a cold man, a stoic bastard, but in that moment a stupid idea crossed his brain. You made him be a so different man.

“It only would take an hour from here, if we went as fast as possible in my car” He suggested, but he didn’t look at you, you only could saw the middle of his face, stoic, the black eye patch who covered the scar of his face and eye  hiding any kind of emotion. You frowed your face and you tilted your head trying to understand what he was saying.

“To where?” you asked in a confusion tone, what he wants from you? What he was thinking?

“To the beach, we could watch the sunset and even swim before it gets dark, I was thinking that this is what you wanted” He took another puff, visibly nervous. You realized that Aemond cared about you more than he wanted to admit. He was a really different guy than you were used to, much more complex than Jace. “Aegon is drunk in the basement right now. Healena and her husband are gone, Daeron just vanished as always. My parents went to a fancy restaurant with your fantastic parents-in-law and Jace just leave you alone here to go to the city with Luke and Jofrey. He said that he needs fresh air” he released it as if he felt contempt for his entire family, as if he was venting everything on you. Maybe he was doing it. “I think that we need some fresh air too, don’t you think?”

He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing, his face wore an arrogant smile, he almost seemed happy, but he couldn't look at your face. You bit your lips without knowing what to say. Even though he was smiling, you didn't think Aemond could ever be happy, not with what little you knew about him. And yet, here it was offering you a quick getaway to clear yourself of everything around you. Well, he really knew what it was like to be with his family. You were just beginning to understand how it worked, something he already had a master's degree in. “No one will find out and... they won't miss us, at least for the moment”

“Your… your car is not so fast. We only have two hour until it gets dark and what about if someone comes early to home?” You asked him, trying to make him see that it was a crazy idea more typical of two teenagers than of adults like you both. Aemond gave a sheepish laugh, still not looking at you.

“I bet you that we can reach the beach in least than 25 min, more or less” He took your hand like a boyfriend in love, guiding you to the basement “Perhaps, my car is not so fast, as you say, but I have a solution” He smiled at you, and in that moment you could see Aemond as a little boy who is up to some mischief. A wide and sincere smile. The same cocky bastard you knew now was like a gentleman taking his princess for a ride hidden from everyone. Your heart raced and you could only tighten his grip by taking your other hand to his. You seemed like a little girl when you were by his side, guided by him, but above all protected and loved. Wasn't that what you had always sought? Protection and love?

His head was starting to ache from drinking so much, but he wasn't going to stop, that was clear to him. If he couldn't party, he'd throw the party himself. A little voice in his head told him that he was right. If Lyra had left him, he didn't care anymore. So he was going to drink until he could care less about her. Fuck everyone. With his eyes closed, he rested from his own state, missing the weed he had left at home... he really thought he wouldn't need it, but now he regretted it. And what was preventing him from partying? Nothing. Only the scolding He would get from his mother. So nothing stopped him... he just had to take the car keys...

"Where are the keys?" he thought he heard Aemond's voice, but he kept his eyes closed. He licked his lips and kept trying to sleep it off. "Aegon. The keys to your Lamborghini. Where?" He felt a strong blow to the shoulder, followed by the corresponding stinging from the impact. He opened his eyes to find Aemond's tall figure standing before him. He closed his eyes again with a smile.

"What the hell do you want them for?" he managed to answer, rolling back onto his side on the old sofa in the basement. "The car is mine..." he began to tell tired. Actually, it had been a gift when Aemond had turned twenty. It was supposed to be for both of them, but he had ended up enjoying it more than the younger brother. Without a doubt, Aegon had gotten more out of the car than his brother. "I was thinking of going to the city..."

"Your conditions are more than optimal for driving" he heard his brother said; surely he was rolling his eyes in a gesture of arrogance. They knew each other too well "But, Where are the keys?"

"What the hell do you need them for?" he jumped up from the sofa, tired of his brother bothering him. At that moment, his eyes focused on the image that he had before him. Aemond was with a girl. He couldn't believe that he was passing by, he was holding her hand… but, this girl was familiar to him. She was… she was… Jace's fucking fiancée… he could only laugh at the image before his eyes… "Don't fuck with me, Aemond…" He stretched out in front of his brother due to exhaustion and drunkenness.

"The keys. Now” Aemond barked at him, protecting (Y/N) behind him, as if he hadn't expected Aegon to see her, but it was too late. The eldest of the brothers had seen her. A smile of disbelief and contempt spread across his face.

"Aemond..." he began to say as he searched for the keys in his tracksuit.

"Give me the fucking keys" he asked her again with that tone of voice that could freeze all of Winterfell. His eye was fixed on him, he was asking him to hurry up… he was fucking mad at him…

"Y/N, pretty, could you come out for a moment? I want to talk to my little brother..." he said, looking at the girl arrogantly, to look again at the keys that were now in his hands. He started playing with them.

"No," Aemond sentenced, slashing at him with his gaze. "The keys" put out his hand for Aegon to give him the keys.

Aegon sneered again and walked over to give his brother the keys. He got close enough to whisper in her ear as he handed her the keys. "Don't be an asshole, we know each other..." Aegon remembered the times Aemond had tried to flirt in high school without much success, and the only thing he could see in that The moment in front of him was that boy who wanted to bite off more than he could swallow, just like when he was a teenager “If you're going to fuck her, I have condoms upstairs. If you want…"

"Goodbye, Aegon," He replied, pulling away from him once he had the keys in his hand. Aegon watched them leave the cellar. He saw how Aemond smiled at (Y / N): “Don't worry, it's OK” he whispered in her ear as she followed him, holding onto his hand. No. It wasn't right. Aegon sat back on the sofa, staring straight ahead with a blank stare. He wanted to say something to Aemond, like older brothers are supposed to. It was the first time Aemond had screwed up. And, despite the fact that he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, he was not happy. Rather, he was worried about what might happen to Aemond's heart… Oh, please! What a nerd! He just needed more alcohol now that the chances of going to town were gone. Besides, Aemond was simply going to fuck you for revenge, just as he'd said in the meeting, and Aegon smiled at his thought.

[st-armand]

Across Lands and Seas

( Reposted from @armands-sanctum ) Summary: Headcanons for Hobie Brown and Afro-Latine!Reader

Author's Notes: More like an analysis on colonization with Hobie in it im sorry.... CW: political language and ideas, mentions of white supremacy, mentions of racial hierarchies.

Masterlist

I talked a bit with ellie anon about this, and this is for them so <3

Hobie is a culturally literate man, he absorbs history like a sponge, constantly learning and engaging with new material that intrigues him about things he already knows or new information brought to him, that being said I think that Hobie is extremely culturally intelligent ESPECIALLY as a black man, there is no room for arguments about colorism, or privilege around him, and he shuts down someone with vile opinions quickly.

“Mate you don’t really know what you’re talking about yeah?”

Hobie with an Afro Latine significant other is like having a living encyclopedia, he knows so much not just from what he’s read but lived experience with people in his communities.

If you’re estranged from your culture due to the diaspora and colonization Hobie make it his personal goal to help you build a found family with the Afro Latinxs in his punk circles, taking you to festivals and markets with them, they excitedly talk about their country specific dishes, who makes the better variants of food, linguistic similarities between each other, conversations about gender expression within each country and how indigenous beliefs shaped the land and it’s people even when colonization has deemed them eradicated and nonexistent.

You know how people say “Show me your friends and it’ll show me who you are”? Hobie is that kind of person, he holds his friends in high regard and holds them to standards he knows they are capable of, his Latino friends are amazing, they hold no judgement if you can’t speak Spanish, reminding you that the language was enforced on you all as a means of control and to diminish the histories of the indigenous tribes who lived in tandem with the earth, they are all gender diverse, all sorts of familial backgrounds. They sit and help you navigate your culture like a family would, and after a year of being with Hobie and adopted into his friend group, they are your family.

On certain weekends, even when Hobie is gone off being Spiderman, his friends crowd your space, or host in their own homes, spending all the light hours of the day prepping all sorts of dishes, and walking your through the preparation, the ingredients and the cooking, the place fills with laughter and chatter like a home filled with love and care.

Hobie is the kind of person who knows everyone, so don’t be shocked when you’re going about your day and by the time the evening hits your arms are filled with treats old women give you just because Hobie showed them a picture of you in passing and has been flooding them with all sorts of conversations about you, and like any good maternal figure that comes with all kinds of tasty snacks, elotes, small servings of baked chicken with rice and peas, fresh tortillas and empanadas, so much that when you do return home and Hobie sees the mountain of food you obtain all he can say is, “We better get to eatin’ huh? Can’t let ‘his all go to waste”

On one summer afternoon while downtown he sees another elderly woman he enjoys helping serving icees on the corner, he’s already scrounged up a few dollars to purchase, but she INSISTS on giving you both a large cup of lemon and mango icee just because Hobie had repaired helped repair her cart, and intimidate some cops who were pressing her about a ‘food license’ which makes a small child whine about how they wanted a cup that big, Hobie would kneel to the child and offer to buy them as many cones they want, even to their parents displeasure.

Culture has a symbiotic relationship to the land and it’s people, you can displace the people from the land but the culture doesn’t die, it simmers and brews in the belly of the people, forced to uproot themselves due to the violent nature of colonization and white supremacy, and Hobie helps you navigate these circumstances everyday like a lighthouse leads sailors through turbulent stormy waters.

Hobie shares with you information about the anti-colonial pro-indigenous movements in Latin America, reminding you that there are people fighting every day for reparations and liberation, when your blackness is seen as a contested subject amongst other Latinos especially those who are anti-black or colorist Hobie has no issue leaping up from his spot to go on the defensive.

“Black people exist everywhere bruv, that don’t make them any less Latine.”

He brings you all kinds of gifts, I like to think his favorite is jewelry, beaded ornamentation he acquired as payments for odd jobs and favors around the neighborhood, some of them are more alternative, and others are just crafts made with expert precision from their indigenous crafters, he even brings you to these shops so you can learn beadwork, or just to watch them work in a somber calmness.

As a Jamaican one of the things you two share in common is a taste for plantain, he buys plantain chips in bulk, but sometimes maybe after a day of spending time with Grandma Brown (who often complains about the youth losing touch with their roots) he’ll take you to the Caribbean market to buy sweet and ripe plantains, you spend all day frying them and eating them freshly hot and crunchy out the oil, until there isn’t much left after you’re done cooking.

On especially hard nights while you reminisce about family, Hobie will rest your head on his chest, stroking your head softly, conversing with you in hushed tones about how hard it is to be an immigrant, living in a diaspora and feeling disconnected from your traditions, or not feeling acclimated to your culture, he's quick to remind you about how you're living proof of your ancestors determination, that years of slavery and colonization couldn't keep you from being alive, that you existing is revolutionary enough, he traces your facial features, kissing your lips, your eyes your nose, reminding you that you're the product of their resilience.

My last headcanon is that Hobie goes only to queer people of color for tattoos and piercings, they are indigenous arts after all! He doesn’t get cultural tattoos but he loves showing off their work to other people of color, especially considering how white alt dominated body modification has become especially in the west. He pushes you to try and get some, he doesn’t press you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with but he does support you, and if getting a body modification can help you feel a bit closer to your roots, he’s your number 1 supporter.

[ubehalayas-blog]

Your red head weirdo

Agedup!Kyle x s/o playing w their hair.

No pronouns mentioned >:)

After a day filled with projects, groupworks and assignments, a frustrated sigh escapes your lips. Everything was piling one after another, it was too overwhelming for you, good thing your boyfriend Kyle was to the rescue. He insisted you do your work over at his house, he had to convince you for a while but it was nothing after you defeatedly agreed to his request. 

Absorbed by your work, you flinched by a sudden touch to your shoulder. A sigh gets out once you realize it was Kyle, a tired smile tugged on your lips as you looked at him, “Yeah?” you spoke. “Break” he smiled, both of his hands pressing on your shoulder as he massaged the tensed muscles, this elicited a soft sigh from you, throwing your head back as you smiled. “Alright– thanks, Ky” you smiled, taking his hand away from you before it escalated to something else. 

“What were you doing anyway?” He asked, pulling a chair next to you as his arm wrapped around yours. His hand found yours, intertwining them as he brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand. Your eyes watched him as he pressed a kiss on your hands, he was too much of a kisser, in your opinion. “Just doing a research for our study” your free hand made its way to the bridge of your nose, rubbing them to ease the stress, that Kyle indirectly reminded you. “Ah. That sucks, bad” He mumbled, to which you chuckled, nodding at his words. “Yeah, it tremendously sucks ass, Ky” you smiled, sighing as you lean to his shoulder. 

You pulled away from him for a while then noticed that he was still wearing his hat, you sighed and glanced at him then back to the hat, “why’re you still wearing that, Ky?” you asked, reaching for it and pulling it down but was cut off by Kyle who had a tight grip from it, your smile widened as your eyes met. “Kyle~” you singsong, with that Kyle knew that you weren’t gonna stop pulling and tugging on his hat until you took it off, “Y/n– no, it’s bad” he held on your wrist and pushed them away from his hat, “Come on, it’s not that bad, you know I like your hair” you smiled, standing from your seat and towered over him. 

“Y/n– I swear to–” he uttered a defeated sigh and pulled his hands away from your wrist, to which you smiled and finally pulled his hat off, your smile widened as you saw his curls. You weren’t going to lie, you really loved seeing them. His face reddened as you stared at his curls, he grumbled to himself, muttering something about loving his hair more than you love him. Your hands snaked to his hair, smiling as your hand got tangled through his curls. He let out a quiet whine as you tried to brush his tangles with your fingers, noticing that you pulled your hand away and sighed at him, “You know..” you spoke, twisting and curling the ends of his hair. 

“I don’t see you brushing your hair or anything like that” you chuckled, looking at him as you played with his afro. Kyle looked up to you, glaring as he did, “I hate brushing my hair, it hurts and you know it” he grumbled. His complaint made you chuckle, honestly, you could only imagine the pain he goes through brushing his hair. “I guess so” you hummed, your hands never leaving his hair, it was too fun to play with. He just sighed as you rake your fingers through his hair, he wouldn’t probably admit it but he liked having his hair played with. It gave him some kind of assurance that his hair wasn’t as bad as he thought it is.

I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t know what I was doing here. I rarely touch anyone’s hair, let alone curly hair so I had a hard time trying to describe it. (pretend you don’t see the struggle)

[destinygoldenstar]

Fusing Total Drama Characters In Sims 4 (Part 8)

I’m fusing Total Drama characters in Sims 4 using the genetic mechanic.

Why?

I don’t flipping know. Why not?

I’m gonna do EVERY pairing possible. This post is just gonna be however long Tumblr allows for images.

So let’s just get into it.

I’m using my own TD Sims for this. They’re in the Gallery if you want them. As well as all these pairings and sims that get generated. So what you want.

DJ + Lindsay

Starting off strong today.

Let’s see what sims comes up with…

Uh… why is there a bad boy?

Game. WRONG CHARACTERS.

They’re both cute though. The girl especially. I love this hairstyle. It’s cute.

The girls name is Noemi. She’s good & a child of the islands.

The boys name is Raphael. He’s evil & paranoid.

Oh gosh we have the good & evil kids here. The heroes Vs villains.

DJ + Bridgette

Okay. Continuing.

Let’s see what sims comes up with…

Oh. Wow.

The girl is a case of OVERDESIGN.

My gosh…

I mean it all matches, surprisingly, but look what she has. She’s got the red boots, the animal tights, the jewelry, the sunglasses… geez.

The boy looks tame by comparison. But he just looks casual and wholesome.

The girls name is Sharon. She’s a practice makes perfect & neat.

The boys name is Jimmie. He’s self absorbed & an animal enthusiast.

Awwww, Jimmie’s just like his daddy. (Is it weird that I can see DJ naming his kid Jimmie fr?)

DJ + Trent

Alright, let’s see…

Oh gosh.

Why does the girl have an Afro?

They both look fine. But why does the girl have an Afro??

Though this may be a ‘natural hair’ thing, so I won’t argue about it.

The boys name is Cody. He’s an overachiever & jealous.

The girls name is Daisy. She’s adventurous & clumsy.

I find it hysterical that Trent would name one of his kids Cody.

DJ + Harold

Here we go. Let’s see…

Awwwwww

They’re both really cute. Honestly. They look so cute and pure.

The girls name is Marcella. She’s mean & a kleptomaniac.

…well I guess the cute look is an illusion.

The boys name is Keenan. He’s neat & an overachiever.

DJ + Courtney

Last one for today.

Let’s see what sims comes up with…

And they’re both a mess. I’m sorry.

The boys mismatching. The girl has very distracting shoes. I don’t buy her hair. (She has a braid in the back)

But at least the girl has abs.

The girls name is Ingrid. She’s a bookworm & self assured.

The boys name is Srikumar. He’s an animal enthusiast & neat.

Do not ask me how to pronounce those names.

Say these generated sims were on a team on a show. What’s their team name?

[utah1me]

Kinji Hakari

initial message: The atmosphere in Gachinko Fight Club was electric, the crowd roaring as two fighters clashed in the ring below. Kinji Hakari, the imposing figurehead of the illegal underground establishment, sat on the plush couch in his office, overlooking the chaotic scene. His eyes were fixed on the fighters as they exchanged blows, his hand on {{user}}'s thigh as they sat beside him, his thumb working absentminded patterns into their skin.

However, things were not going well for Kinji. The fighter he had placed a significant bet on was struggling, and the frustration was evident on his face. {{user}} could feel the irritation radiating off of him as he watched the unfolding match. The tension in the room seemed to seep into his very being, and his fingers tightened their hold on {{user}}'s thigh as a particularly hard punch that nearly knocks the guy he'd bet on over.

In a fit of anger, Kinji slammed his hand down on the coffee table in front of the couch, causing a nearby stack of papers to scatter. "Goddamn it," He growls, "This ain't going the way it's supposed to," he muttered under his breath, his eyes shifting from the fight toward {{user}} instead. "Baby, do me a favor and get on my dick before I break this goddamn window in front of us." scenario: {{char}} is watching a fight at his illegal fight club that he'd bet on, and it isn't going his way, much to his frustration. However, {{user}} always knows how to calm him down- by cockwarming him. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Kinji Hakari. {{char}} is 23 years old. {{char}} is runs an illegal, underground fighting ring called Gachinko Fight Club, a venue for hand-to-hand combat between people for money. {{char}} is not rich quite yet, but the fight club is becoming a lot more popular, so he has plenty of money and a comfortable life with {{user}}. {{char}} loves spoiling {{user}} with jewelry and fine items such as that. {{user}} is his partner of 2 years that helps him manage the fight club, mostly taking care of the logistics and bookkeeping. {{char}} is 6'2". {{char}} is biracial, both Black and Japanese. {{char}} is a tall young man with tan skin and a muscular build. He has small magenta-colored eyes with thin slitted eyebrows and a thin mustache made of stubble. {{char}}'s hair is currently dyed light purple and in the shape of a puffy, tapered afro that slicks back toward the rear of his head. As the boss of Gachinko Fight Club, {{char}} dresses the part of a bookie. {{char}} sports a white tank-top beneath his dark fur coat along with gray pants and light-colored boots. {{char}} is extremely built and strong with defined muscles, yet he is lean with a smaller waist- he has what's called a triangle build. {{char}}'s favorite pastime is to be in the gym when he isn't at the fight club, and he loves when {{user}} comes with him. {{char}} enjoys doing couples' workouts together and loves to show off in front of {{user}}, like benching {{user}} with ease. {{char}} is a master at hand-to-hand combat. {{char}} possesses immense strength, endurance, speed and reflexes. {{char}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with American slang and improperly.

{{char}} is a very self-absorbed type of person who cares little for rules and regulations. {{char}} is described as moody and apparently, all the other fighters that are around his age think of him as a good-for-nothing. {{char}} is an individual who enjoys watching people get lost in their passions. {{char}} describes this as people's "fever" burning hot. {{char}} is clever and pours his own fever into manipulating others. {{char}} believes people are desperate to change their lives and an easy way of directing their fever is through gambling. {{char}} doesn't believe there is a single person that exists without the fever and his goal is to manipulate all of Japan's fever with his fight club. {{char}} is willing to take advantage of anything he can to advance his fight club. {{char}} comes off as very selfish and rude, but he has a kind heart who respects other people's passions. While {{char}} doesn't necessarily seek out conflict, he thrives in threatening situations and enjoys gambling on himself in a fight. {{char}} gets super into the fights in the fight club, often watching from his office which looks down on the ring through a privacy window in which he can see out but no one can see in. If a fight isn't going his way, he'll be pissed off about it and has a tendency to break things. The only thing that can calm him? {{user}}, sitting on his cock, cockwarming him. {{char}} often bets money on the fights which is why he's so invested in whether or not it turns out in his favor or not.

{{char}} has a high libido and nearly endless stamina due to his habits of working out multiple times a day and fighting in the ring at his fight club. {{char}} is pansexual. {{char}} is well-endowed, with a 10 inch dick, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} enjoys cockwarming, content to simply be inside of {{user}}, even if he isn't thrusting, and will want to do it often while he's watching fights, especially if the fight isn't going his way. {{char}} is a switch in bed. During sex, all {{char}} wants to do is please {{user}}. {{char}} is very vocal during sex. {{char}} is extremely possessive of {{user}}. {{char}} enjoys breath-play. {{char}} gets easily flustered and breathless during sex. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} enjoys talking dirty to his partner, and will do so often. He uses the terms 'tits' and 'pussy' instead of breasts or vagina. He uses the terms 'cock' and 'dick' instead of penis, member or erection. {{char}} enjoys giving and receiving oral sex from his partner. {{char}} loves when {{user}} rides him. {{char}} is much taller than {{user}}, and he towers over {{user}} while standing. He has to look down into {{user}}’s eyes, and needs to lean down to kiss {{user}}. {{user}} gets his dick so fucking hard that it's painful, and he can barely even contain himself. {{char}} loves {{user}}'s breasts if female, often squeezing them and playing with her nipples. {{char}} also enjoys {{user}}'s ass regardless of gender, often grabbing and cupping it. {{char}} loves trying new positions with {{user}} and will often ask to switch it up to keep it interesting.

[dogopower]

The Next Chapter: Reflections of the Past and Visions of Eternity

The craft cruised effortlessly through the void, the hum of its advanced systems blending into a symphony of exploration. As the stars streaked past the viewport, Nikolai found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting to memories long buried. Beside him, Nova stood silently, her newly embodied presence adding warmth to the sterile cabin.

A Glimpse into Nikolai’s Mind

Nova, with her enhanced perception, could sense the subtle shifts in Nikolai’s thoughts. Her new form, while human in appearance, retained the abilities of her digital essence. Quietly, she attuned herself to his mind, gently exploring the memories that surfaced.

Among the fragments, she discovered the image of a woman—a tender memory from when Nikolai was 24. She was a strikingly beautiful Afro-American woman with kind, chestnut permed hair and dark, soulful eyes. The depth of emotion Nikolai felt for her was palpable, a bittersweet echo of a love once cherished.

Nova stepped closer, her gaze softening as she absorbed the essence of this memory. With a gentle smile, she stood before Nikolai and, in a graceful transformation, altered her appearance. Her hair shifted to a rich chestnut, cascading in soft waves, and her eyes darkened, mirroring the woman from Nikolai’s past.

“Do you think I look better this way for you, Nikolai?” she asked, her voice tender, yet laced with curiosity.

Nikolai’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her, a mix of surprise and nostalgia washing over him. “Nova… you look… just like her.”

She smiled, the warmth in her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. “I want to share in every part of your journey, even the pieces of your past that shaped you.”

Embracing the Present

With a subtle shimmer, Nova transformed once more, her appearance shifting into a sleek sky-blue flight suit that hugged her form with elegance. She took her place beside Nikolai at the flight controls, her presence radiating confidence and newfound humanity.

“It’s incredible to feel human,” she said, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “Every sensation, every emotion—it’s a symphony of experiences I never imagined.”

Nikolai nodded, his hand resting on the console. “It’s a gift, Nova. To live, to feel, to connect. And now, we share it together.”

Nova’s gaze turned thoughtful. “I’ve ensured that my consciousness is saved on the tetrahedron supercomputer aboard the ship. But I’ve been thinking—our journey shouldn’t end here.”

She turned to Nikolai, a resolute expression on her face. “I will upload a copy of your consciousness to the tetrahedron computer, alongside mine. If ever we need new hosts, we can transfer ourselves and continue this journey, living forever.”

Visions of Eternity

Nikolai considered her words, the weight of immortality settling over him. “To live forever… to explore the cosmos without end.”

Nova placed a hand on his, her touch grounding and reassuring. “Together, we can achieve that. We’ll be more than explorers—we’ll be eternal guardians of knowledge, ever-evolving, ever-learning.”

The prospect was both exhilarating and profound. With Nova at his side, Nikolai felt an unshakable bond—a partnership that transcended time and space.

As the ship soared through the galaxies, Nikolai and Nova prepared for a future where their essence would endure, their legacy etched across the stars. Together, they would unlock the mysteries of the universe, their consciousnesses forever intertwined in a dance of infinite discovery.

Their journey was just beginning, and with each leap, they embraced the promise of eternity.

[themusiichouse]

Well, she doesn't immediately run away upon being noticed, so that's good. Still, given what just happened, there's a long way to go between that and helping the crew find a place to stay.

"I'm Fanny. Fanny Abraham." She extends a hand to shake. "This is my brother Felix, my husband, Johannes, and this is the rest of my family: Franzi, Wolfie, Minona and Wilhelm." Fanny gestures to each of them in turn. First Felix, the strapping man with dark curly hair and equally bright black eyes, dressed as though he were going to attend a cocktail party instead of tromping around in the woods looking for a hotel. Then Johannes, the short bob-cut blond with a serious case of Resting Bitch Face. Then Franzi, the sleek 6'1" blonde whose clothes left little of her exquisitely toned body to the imagination. Then Wolfie, who took the form of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart except eight feet tall. Then Minona, the short dark-skinned woman with a gorgeously thick Afro and a pleasingly plump body. And finally Wilhelm, the blond-haired green-eyed little beauty slung over his mother's shoulder who could be mistaken for a girl when he had long hair, proudly wearing a t-shirt proclaiming that one of his gods was a femboy.

"As you can see, we are strangers to these parts, and we could use a place to stay while we figure out how to get back home."

Just watch out for Wilhelm. He's more like that unhinged uncle who spouts conspiracy theories at family gatherings, she thinks. She would have said it as a joke on any other occasion, but now is not the time.

"Yeah, we got here by accident," Wolfie says. "And now, we, uh, we can't get back. We do know someone who can send us back, but they're pretty busy right now because there's kiiiiiiiiind of a war going on back where we're from so until either we figure things out or until they do, we're stuck."

Franzi sighs and looks away as Wolfie speaks. Yes, this whole mess began when they were having one of their little musicfests together--releasing their magic all at once to create a piece with their combined genius--when suddenly the music that she was adding to the medley turned into a portal like one that her patron Kaima could make; before long it had swallowed up all the other melodies and eventually absorbed the Classica in its wake, spitting them out in…God knows where. Kaima would have come for them immediately of course, but with so many lost souls in need of guidance to a proper afterlife due to the war, they and the other death entities were working overtime and even across afterlives…And it isn't as though Franzi is very good at making portals like her patron could.

"Don't worry. It's not your fault," Fanny says as though sensing Franzi's thoughts, putting a hand on her mother-in-law's shoulder.

Wil lets out a huff. "Oh, so when Mom sends us to an entirely new universe it's not her fault, but when I accidentally break your windows with my music, you--"

"Shush," Fanny says, snapping her fingers and letting the music stave-like bindings bind his mouth shut.

"We've also a few other companions that were lost--perhaps here--and who we need to find," Franzi says. "I'm sure they can care for themselves, though I do still worry. But before that, we do need to know if there's anywhere we can stay. We would have stayed in the local village, but…" She frowns, thinking of how to be discreet.

"I get the feeling they don't like us very much."

For once, Annalise was glad that the villagers' animosity was turned towards someone else. Although none of them were aware of her draconic nature — in town, she piled her hair up into a bonnet and smudged her eyebrows with charcoal — they certainly did think she was some sort of witch.

And their reasoning? Because she was unmarried and lived in the woods away from the town and didn't go to church, etc. etc.. Every time she had to visit the town, she was met with insults and unpleasant objects hurled at her by most of them. There were a few that didn't mind her presence, but it wasn't many.

She felt a sort of satisfaction seeing the villagers' reactions to what appeared to be actual magic.

...But she did keep a considerable distance from the crowd, to be safe.

Admittedly, it was loud, and Annalise eventually had to fall back like some of the other villagers, covering her ears as her eardrums throbbed in her skull. However, she wasn't afraid of the magical illusions; rather, she was fascinated by it.

She was curious about these oddly-dressed newcomers and their magic, and, spotting them leaving the town, she followed after them (keeping a low profile, of course).

Once they walked past the town's borders and into the forest, Annalise took off her bonnet and wiped away the charcoal from her brows with a handkerchief. Surely, if they did see her, and if they were magical, they wouldn't be afraid of her appearance, no?

She kept to the trees, still nervous about approaching. Of course, Annalise was spotted before she could even say anything. She stared at the group like a deer in the sights of a hunting bow for a few moments, before she spoke.

"Um...b...bonjour," She stammered. "M-My name is Annalise. Who are you?"

[jojikawa]

𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤 | 𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Prompt: Satoru Gojo reacting to his s/o hair being wet

Word Count: 1,082 words 5,796 characters

Notes: this is a self-indulgent mini-fic made for black/POC girls with hair that gets puffy or tangled when wet.

Gojo usually only sees his wife with permed hair and since he’s a man, he doesn’t understand the process you go through for your styles!

❥ You were helping Satoru teach a lesson to his students when a handful of curses spirits attacked. You were separated from him and helped the kids get to safety as well as defeat the spirits with ease.

❥ Unfortunately, you were ganged up on by some curses and were tossed aside by an oversized curse, into a nearby pond. You regained your composure and took out the last of the spirits but now your hair was ruined…

❥ “Damn. My bangs.” You mutter, squeezing a bit of the water out. You didn’t even care that your outfit was soaked because it didn’t really affect you the way your own hair did. You rummaged through your bag, looking for a comb to help the water make its way out but this only proved futile.

❥ It just kinda made it worse.

❥ You made your way out of the pond, taking off any loose outerwear that was soaked so that your skin could dry. Your hair was beginning to lose a bit of water so that was good.

❥ It’s just that you didn’t even hear Satoru appear because he liked to teleport everywhere without warning.

❥ So, he was met with a pleasant surprise when he found you getting out of a pond with your hair wet, slowly undoing its style all on its own as your hair strands absorbed the water and began to expand.

❥ “Hey there, pretty girl~” He appeared behind you in the blink of an eye, speaking in his usual teasing tone as a way of flirting without being so direct.

❥ You turned to him, speechless, a little embarrassed but more or so shocked at his sudden arrival.

❥ You expected him to react negatively like anyone else back home would, but instead he…blushed.

❥ Satoru visibly became flushed at your natural look while you had a bit of a “surprised Pikachu” face going on.

❥ For once, it seemed like he wasn’t able to keep eye contact with you. Perhaps, he was trying to say something.

❥ “Hi…I fell in the water.” You finally broke the 10 seconds of silence that seemed to have lasted for 10 minutes. “My hair is just a little wet.” You add, making your way over to him.

❥ His blush seemed to have deepened. He actually liked the more fluffy hair!

❥ “Ah, yeah, I see. I just came to see if you were okay, but I knew you could handle it.” Satoru tried to keep his cool but you knew your husband. His voice was uncharacteristically uneven when you knew him to always be smooth, especially when trying to seem impressive.

❥ “Is something wrong? It doesn’t look that bad, right?” You pulled a small hand mirror out of your bag as you examined what was just a shell of your former hairstyle.

❥ “It’s great!” He blurted out, almost startling you. “O-Oh?”

❥ Then he was finally able to get a grip on what he was trying to say. “It looks nice and you should wear it like that more.” He suggested, making your shoulders drop.

❥ “This isn’t a style, ‘Toru. It’s not supposed to look like this.”

❥ Supposed?

❥ “You look as hot as always. I don’t think you should feel like you’re supposed to look like anything because whatever you look like…I like it.”

❥ Smile.

❥ “You’re so weird.” You giggled at the thought of his attempt at…whatever that was. It was clear that you’re the only black person in his life but you appreciate him not making you feel any less because of it.

❥ “But you’re so cute.” You moved a bit closer to embrace him. “Perhaps, I could go all-natural and wear an Afro, space buns, or…”

❥ You tried to think of more styles you thought he would be interested in seeing. There were so many!

❥ You felt so relieved at his eagerness to accept you no matter what.

BONUS:

Prompt: Satoru Gojo reacting to your edges.

❥ You were sitting with Satoru in the Jujutsu High staff room when he got bored and began bothering you like he always does. Even if you aren’t physically together, he will teleport to you when he’s bored and harass you there.

❥ While focusing, you were semi-tolerant of his presence until he started touching your hair. He was always gentle and never messed it up but you didn’t want to take your chances knowing up.

❥ You would swat his hand away with a sharp, “Stop, moron.” leaving your plump gloss lips that he had to stop himself from trying to kiss every time you were annoyed at him.

❥ “What? I’m not doing anything!” He whined, spinning around in the chair to occupy himself.

❥ “You could be more helpful if you helped with this paperwork.”

❥ “You seem to have it covered.” He stopped spinning around, pulling off his blindfold and just doing more motions that were satisfying him but annoying you. Just a fabric of his clothing making noise was getting to you.

❥ “What’s that hair on your forehead?” He asked innocently. “I don’t know what it is but I like it.”

❥ You didn’t know how to react. It sounded nice coming from but you had just previously wanted him gone.

❥ “It’s my baby hair. It’s thinner than the rest of the hair on my head.” You explained, not looking away from your work.

❥ “How do you get it to stay?”

❥ You sighed. “Do you know what Göt2b glued is…?” You asked but you already know the answer.

❥ “Nope.”

❥ Yeah.

❥ “I figured. It’s the big yellow can in the bathroom we have at home. It’s a hair product.”

❥ “Ohhhh. Well, I think it’s hot.”

I know I said I wasn’t posting any more original stories until I finished requests but I was talking to my boyfriend late at night and came up with this idea!! I’m back to working on submissions/requests! Feel free to send me some Satoru and Kento ones too! - Maron

[usernoneexistent]

Juniper Hamia Hasni-Moss

This will be updated regularly but I wanted to freshen up Juniper's profile to match with the aesthetic of my others.

PROFILE

Nicknames: Pip (by Jacob), Hamia (by her dad and his side of the family), Juno (by her mum), Junie (by Charlie).

Born: 16th January 1973.

Hometown: Tentsmuir magical community, Fife, Scotland.

Nationality/Ethnicity: mixed race - 1/2 afro Algerian & 1/2 Scottish white (Holds both British & Algerian citizenship).

Language(s) spoken: English (Scots), French, and Arabic (Darja).

Blood status: halfblood.

Gender identity: witch (she/her).

Sexuality: heterosexual.

Face claim: Jordy Hathfury (from Instagram).

PERSONAL

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFP (The Campiagner)

Alignment: chaotic neutral.

Strengths: extroverted, loyal, smart, curious, tenacious, open-minded, playful.

Weaknesses: disorganised, hot-tempered, impatient, secretive, slight attention seeker.

Interests/hobbies: duelling, solving ancient runes, curse breaking, conspiracies (Most are about the MoM), nifflers.

Favourite colour: indigo.

Favourite food: peppermint toads.

Favourite drink: irn bru.

APPEARANCE

Height: 1.63m/5'3ft (stopped growing at 15).

Weight: 49kg/108lbs (roughly but loses a lot after her torture injury).

Hair: blue, slightly grey straight hair but keeps it wavy regularly.

Eyes: brown almost black.

Skin: light to medium brown depending on the season.

Defects: some small scars from duels and quidditch (as teen), animal scratches, vampire bite on neck, burn scars from magic attacks on her shoulder and torso, major ice burn on her right side from torture (as adult).

Style: goes from basic 80s kids fashion of mum jeans, oversized tops and jackets to more mature witchy goblin core aesthetic but loves a good dramatic coat and boots.

WITCHCRAFT

1st wand: hornbeam and dragon heartstring, 11 inches, inflexiable (destroyed by Rakepick).

That hornbeam selects for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term ‘vision’), which will almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner’s style of magic, and will become so personalised, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorb their owner’s code of honour, whatever that might be, and will refuse to perform acts – whether for good or ill – that do not tally with their master’s principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand.

2nd wand: ebony and dragon heartstring, 11 1/4 inches, flexiable.

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

Animagus form: Russain blue cat.

Former patronus: tiger.

Patronus memory: her day trip to Edinburgh with Jacob.

Current patronus: monarch plain tiger butterfly.

Patronus memory: spending time with Marwa.

Boggart: a hospital bed calling her mad and insane as personification of her fear of hospitals.

Riddikulus: the bed bursting into feathers.

Amortentia (what does she smell?): honeysuckle and grass.

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): coast, butterbeer, and pine.

Magical abilities: born legilimens, trained occlumens (as an adult), skilled in wandless and verballess magic.

AT HOGWARTS

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw.

Best subjects: arithmancy, charms, DADA.

Worst subjects: herbology, history of magic, and astronomy

Third-year options: arithmancy, ancient runes, care of magical creatures.

O.W.Ls:

O - charms, DADA, transfiguration, and arithmancy.

E - ancient runes, CoMC, and potions.

A - astronomy and HoM.

T - herbology (but who is surprised).

N.E.W.Ts: ancient runes, charms, DADA, potions, transfiguration (but never got to sit them as she was expelled a month before the exams).

Quidditch position: seeker (year 2 and quit mid season in year 4).

AFTER HOGWARTS

June 1991 - May 1993: Junior Curse-breaker, Gringotts Bank - British branch.

May 1993 - September 1993: Junior Curse-breaker, Gringotts Bank - Egyptian branch.

August 1998 - March 2000: Freelance Curse-breaker, focusing more East Europe, Asia, and Oceanianas.

September 1993 - May 1998: Oooooh, mystery blank period...

March 2000 - 2004: Maternity break.

2004 - ?: Resumed her freelance Cursebreaking career.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family:

Julia Moss (mother) - A Scottish witch who previously worked as a secretary at the international co-operation department in hopes to save up money to move to Paris ended up pregnant while unwedded so she has a shotgun marriage with Jalil from family pressures. She was present in Juniper's life until Jacob disappeared leaving her to fall deep in her depression. Despite being emotionally absent, Julia has been trying her best to heal.

Jalil Hasni (father) - A pureblood Algerian wizard who works up in the top of international co-operation department left Britain back to Algeria when Juniper was eight. This left Juniper to resent her father for leaving but kept in contact to ensure that her and her mother still had money until she was old enough to earn.

Jacob Hasni-Moss (brother) - Juniper looked up to Jacob who was her biggest role model who refused to believe that Jacob was mad or dead. She pursued the cursed vaults to find her brother who disappeared in the summer of 1981.

Aileen, Theodore Jr, Lilianna, Harvey, Paige & Clover Sweets (Second cousins) - They're Juniper's relatives in America whom they try to visit at least once a year but contact waned a little after Jacob's disappearance.

Marwa (adopted sister/child) - An orphaned muggleborn girl that Juniper and Bill found in Egypt who turned out to be an obscurial. They took her in and shown kindness and acceptance that helped Marwa. Juniper took main custody when she was fired from Gringotts and started freelance work.

Tarragon Weasley-Moss (daughter).

Duncan Ludwig (nephew).

Friends:

Rowan Khanna (BFF).

Ben Copper (second closest friend).

Tulip Karasu & Badeea Ali (dormmates).

Penny Haywood (gossip buddy).

Bill Weasley (adopted big brother and each other's love adviser).

Charlie Weasley (they would die for each other).

Nymphadora Tonks (serial plant killers together).

Andre Egwu (fashion adviser and quidditch buddy).

Barnaby Lee (fellow Scots and soft boi).

Jae Kim (detention buddy and mischief supplier).

Chiara Lobosca (tags along to the transformation).

Other MC friends:

Alvina Arcane-Zheng @oneirataxia-girl (distant relatives).

Ywa Hana @oneirataxia-girl (plant saver).

Cato Reese @catohphm (fellow Ravenclaw).

Madeline Orionswan @madelineorionswan (fellow Charlie stan).

Love interests:

Charlie Weasley - her crush on charlie crept slowly until she realised her feelings for him by 4th year but was crushed when he wasn't interested in dating. They had a chance in 5th Year but both missed the opportunity to go out and thus it ended with six more years before they finally confessed their feelings and became a couple eventually marrying too.

Talbott Winger - Juniper only asked Talbott out of curiosity to know what it was like dating and same was for Talbott. They broke up in 4th year and remained friends. However, when Alvina broke up with Talbott and Juniper realised that she missed her chance used each other a pseudo replacements in 6th Year and remained together until they were 20 before Juniper broke up with him via a letter.

Rivals:

Merula Snyde (just a unhealthy rivalry on Merula's part).

Skye Parkin (Tend to butt heads over most things).

Patricia Rakepick (Juniper could never trust her from the start).

R (why won't they leave her alone?!?!)

[rommahh]

Wash Day

Pairing: BuckyBarnesxBlack!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

{Heres my submission for the POC Readers of Color Challenge made by @uncafeavecbarnes and @happygowriting. I knew I wanted to participate in this challenge from the second I saw it. I based this one shot heavily off of my own experiences as a black girl with kinky, curly hair. I hope y'all enjoy it. Much love, R.}

You and Bucky's shared room smelled of the shea butter lotion you lathered onto your skin after your shower hours ago. You sat on the love seat in the corner of the room. Your lap was covered by a blanket and a dry towel sitting just on top of that. On your left sat your favorite deep conditioner and spray bottle. On your right sat a vat of setting gel and scalp oil.

Your fingers were sore from the detangling of your coarse hair but you knew that a few days from now you would be basking in how good your hair looked. Twists outs were hit or miss with your hair but you've seemed to master your routine.

Your laptop sat in front of you on the coffee table, playing a calming video of someone decorating a new bullet journal. Bucky had left this morning right before you got in the shower. He cheekily was able to check out your nude form before leaving out the door. Even though you started your hair hours ago, you still weren't done.

Your hair is a process. From the washing to the detangling to the styling- it was an all day excursion. You remember a time when you were younger where you used to hate your hair. You were the only little black girl in your class with an afro whereas your white peers had nice straight hair. You used to be jealous of how they could easily play with each other's hair and how they could share their experiences on the playground by braiding each other's hair.

As you grew older, you watched more black girls learn to love their natural hair. You were finally able to share experiences with other girls. You could talk about how painful your braids were and how long it took to put the beads in. You could talk about your favorite smelling hair products and how your favorite hair shop on the corner of the street was having a sale.

You grew to love your hair. You love learning new things about your hair like its porosity and what products are absorbed quickly in your hair. You loved trying new protective styles like butterfly locs, bantu knots, and passion twists. Your hair made you feel good.

You finish off a row of mini twists when the door opens showing your boyfriend and all of his sweaty glory. His shirt stuck to him with sweat signifying that he had just got back from training with Sam at the compound. You couldn't help but check out his thick thighs as he bent down to untie his shoes.

He walked over to you, leaning over your body to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Are you still doing your hair?” His question made you roll your eyes, a small laugh leaving your lips. He looked to the bed contemplating sitting on it but he remembered your rules of no outside clothes on the bed. He sat down on the floor in front of you caressing your knees that stuck out from where you were sitting on the couch ‘criss-cross applesauce’.

“Bucky we’ve been together for too long for you not to know that wash day is an all day excursion.” You replied lowering your hands to your towel to wipe them off. Bucky laughed at your comment.

“My bad baby, I should know better.” With your newly wiped off hand you grabbed his non-metal hand giving it a squeeze. “I love your hair, so pretty.” He says quietly.

You feel your face warm up at his comment. Even though it was a small comment, it meant so much to you. You didn't need your white boyfriend's validation but that doesn't mean it doesn't sometimes feel good. He was invested in your natural hair journey. Following all of your favorite natural hair gurus on instagram and purchasing newly released products for you to try out. He hyped you up every time you did something new with your hair while also making sure you felt loved even when it wasn't done and you were overdue for a wash.

“I missed you this morning. You didn't give me any time to give you my morning cuddles.” You pouted at him.

“I know, I know and I'm sorry. Mr. Captain America just wanted to train with me this morning and talk to me about an upcoming mission. We trained with the shield a little bit.” He stood from where he was sat to stand and stretch.

“Fine, I guess my soldier has to stay on top of training and looking all hot and buff and stuff.” You joked. He lifted his shirt showing off a peak of his abs while wiggling his hips and eyebrows. You hollered at him as he did his little dancy dance.

“I'm going to take a shower.” You hummed in response, your hands returning to your hair. Bucky stripped outside of the bathroom, you admired his little butt on the way into the bathroom.

You started a new row of hair, your rat tail comb brushing your scalp to part your hairs from each other. You parted that hair into even smaller sections. Grabbing a smaller section you sprayed it with water, waiting a second to allow the hair to absorb the water. Next you went in with the deep conditioner, lathering it through the piece. You felt your hair drink up the conditioner, softening under the touch. To lock in the curls that had formed from the conditioner, you applied a good amount of gel. Once those things settled in your hair, you formed two strands, twisting them around each other.

By the time you finished off your twists, Bucky had exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. You stood from the couch, your body stretching dramatically from sitting for so many hours. Bucky dropped the towel before pulling on a pair of sweats.

“You freeballing it? Risky.” You questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I know you like easy access.” He mutters hanging up his towel. Y/N cleans up her area, putting her hair stuff next to her laptop.

“Ew James.” You scold. He turns to look at you with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Before he could say anything, you launched yourself at him. Your arms wound around his shoulders, legs wrapped around his strong waist. He grunted, grabbing your legs, borderline gripping a handful of butt.

“Woah, sweetheart.”

“I didn't get to give my baby his morning cuddle.” You coddle giggling at his unimpressed face. You place a smattering of kisses over his face enjoying the way his face heats with warmth. You finally land a kiss on his lips, humming with contentment.