#also i love the diamond symbols in her eyes those r so cool

[sapphicdib]

YOOOOO these r so cool :D i love love love enot being a shapeshifter, my inv has glitch teleportation powers (kinda like vanellope from wreck it ralph) and will drain the karma of those around it :3 ALSO YES MY HUNTER JS A LIL GOLDEN RETRIEVER TOO SHE IS JUST A PRESHUSH BB ;-; like she can hold her own in a fight but outside of that she basically acts like a lil mini-sig hehe :3

i also did wanna know abt ship hcs in general bc i always wanna know how ppl headcanon their dynamics n stuff so if u wanna reblog this with those go ahead!!!! no pressure tho :3

i love counterstrike a lot hunter and inv are just my silly goofy guys <3 what are ur headcanons for them :0

Alright!

Inv(erted)/Enot:

They are a shape shifter!

She just prefers to stay the same "shape" and just change the eyes subconsciously (that's why every time I draw him she's got different eyelashes) (or it'll purposely to do the 👁‍👁‍)

His ability to maul is because she has a second pair of teeth behind the first pair!

(YES MY SLUGCATS HAVE BEAKS BCS FUCK YOU)

If Inv COMPLETELY changes its design and takes the form of a different creature (or friend) the colors would be inverted (the torn ear stays and the eye color stays the same for Inv)

She can shape shift into whoever but will stop if you express discomfort from them shifting into you. [Hunter, Rivulet, Artificer and big Saint have done that]

Can and will break every scene / film rule in the book (the 180 degree rule) (will walk to the right side of the screen and come the left side) (will actively interact with the comic format) (eye shape changes everytime you see him)

Hunter:

A fucked up amalgamation of DNA (but not as fucked up as Spearmaser ;P)

The teeth are from a red lizard, the eyes are from overseers. (but he is mostly slugcat, got red lizard, overseer, and VERY LITTLE scavenger)

Their skin can have a COMPLETELY different texture. (the tail is smooth and is a little sticky and most the skin is reptilian)

He was SUPPOSED to have a very macho personality but her personality is just that of a golden retriever.

I have more but my brain is giving a blank rn.

[withlovecb]

Marriage Talk: Proposing Without The Ring

Right now, I’m sitting at my desk, drinking a light roast cup of coffee and the inspiration to write is here. #WithLoveWednesday in full effect, lol.

Okay, so the other day, my boyfriend and I had a conversation. He raised the question of, “What if I wanted to marry you, but my proposal came without a ring? How would you feel about that?” First of all, whenever he brings up the topic of marriage, my stomach always drops. I don’t know why. I always feel in that moment, like I want to throw up lol. Honestly, I didn’t know how to answer that question, so I sat there, quietly for about one minute, which honestly felt like the longest minute of silence in my entire life. So he decided to fill in the silence. He explained to me that he doesn’t want to rush the ring. He wants the ring to be a perfect symbolism of the value he has placed on not only this relationship but myself as well.

He broke it down to me like this. “It’s not that I don’t want to get you a ring. It’s just that, given the fact that this ring placed on your finger, is to symbolize “us,” I feel it’d be inappropriate of me to put just anything in place of that just for the sake of having a ring. The unity of us isn’t just anything. It’s special, and highly valued, to us, if no one else. So anything that symbolizes us should be an equal. The ring that symbolizes that, I’m not looking for it to be gaudy and have an extensive shine, not necessarily. I need it to have an elegant cut, minimal imperfections and the perfect color, embedded in a prestige setting to get it to be valued to nearly as much as I value us. So, back to the original question, if i wanted to marry you, but my proposal came without a ring, what would you say?”

To answer his question, because I know he is reading this, especially because I included him in this post (rolls eyes in back of head, lol): Yes, I would definitely, no questions asked, marry you if you proposed to me without a ring. At the end of the day, that ring doesn’t solidify much of anything, in my opinion. It’s just someone else’s tradition to live by. In the long haul, it’s just you & I; making our own traditions and our own rules, lol. You love me enough to propose to me, I’m down with you. Ring or no ring. So, does this mean I’m engaged orrrr? Lol.

But I couldn’t help but wonder what the responses of other women would be. I pondered on how many women would be open to the idea of a marriage proposal without a ring. So, I posed this question to a few of the women in my life of various ages. If your boyfriend asked you to marry him but the proposal came without a ring, what would your answer be and why?

Here’s what they had to say:

Arianna F., 20 – “My answer would be yes because it’s about love and not about a ring. I’d rather go get a tattoo though.”

Shaquarah H., 28 – “Yes, because a ring doesn’t matter. Been with the man for 10 years. He nor I are going anywhere. I would ask my man what the hell took him so long and just go buy my own damn ring lol.”

Lauren L., 27 – “I would still say yes. Marriage is about the commitment, not the ring. The ring of course is a symbol of love to infinity and beyond, but if for some reason the ring wasn’t physically present at the time he feels he’s ready to make that commitment, I wouldn’t chastise him for that.”

Tanyria T. 25 – “It depends on how the proposal was done. If it was just him lying in bed like “Will you marry me?” He knows I’d be like ‘Do better!’ lmao. But if it was thought out, I’d say yes and we could go ring shopping together.”

Jasmine T., 28 – “Yes. Because the ring is just the material part. The paper is the material part. The fact that he wants to make you his own and not drag you years down the line playing house is more important. There are people that have beautiful rings and are the UNHAPPIEST people you would ever want to know. I know of people who have gone to the Justice of Peace and are in love. Follow your heart. Pray on the fact that this man asked your hand and your heart.”

Shanel ‘Nellz’ T., 30 – “No question. It’s a no. The reason I say no is because seeing is believing, actions speak louder than words. The next thing you would have to ask, even if you considered it, would be how long would I have to wait? Are you financially stable? And I hate to say it but type of ring describes the quality of woman you are to him. Your ring should be at least three months’ salary of your man’s paycheck.”

Monique B., 49 & Fabulous – “If I loved this man with all my heart, and he’s treated me all along with the love and respect I deserve, then my answer is unequivocally yes! I’m not big on the materialistic side of things and I’m not really a diamond girl anyway. He could be working on what he feels is a representation of his love for me, which could be an opal or even a jade ring, for all that it matters. A diamond or ring of any magnitude doesn’t equate to stable or respectful marriage. We can clearly see the astronomical rate of infidelity and divorce in this society. If he’s a good man, he’s a good man even without ring in hand.”

Melissa A., 27 – “YES! Lol, in my opinion marriage is a big deal and is much bigger than a ring and ceremony, it’s a commitment. A lot of people are infatuated with the idea of marriage but don’t really think about what comes with it. The ring is cool but I’ll take the commitment.”

Tawanda ‘Mom’ B., 50 – “Yes, because it’s not about the ring when real love is involved. The ring can always come later. Just focus on the love and the reasons why he proposed.”

Megan N., 27 – “I would still say yes, because if I am in a relationship with him, it’s because of more than material, and if I know there is no ring, it’s because it’s something he can’t do at the moment. Also, he would’ve known I wanted a ring because of the communication.”

Jonae L., 27 – “To me, that’s just a conversation. Knowing that’s what we’re working towards. A mutual agreement. I would say yes but I wouldn’t consider us officially engaged.”

Akqra S., 23 – “Depends on the relationship. If you’re a man of your word, I would say yes because it’s not about the ring, it’s about the commitment and how loved and secured I feel in this union. But, I need that ring at the altar. I want people to know I’m taken and I don’t have to say it lol.”

Courtney S., 27 – “YES! F*CK THAT, I LOVE THAT MAN. We can work on the ring.”

Yanique F., 26 – “Yea I still would. Love makes marriages work, not rings. It better be coming a little later though, lmao.”

Toni F., Fabulously 50 – “Well!!! As for me, I’m gonna need that ring, I’m just saying. Yes, if I love that man like no other, that’s great, however he WILL get on my nerve sooner or later and I will need that ring to look at. Besides, diamonds are a girl’s best friend *sips wine* … (Her real response) Baby, I have loved a man like no other and at the time, I would have worn his sock on my ring finger to show I was his and he was mine. Shoooooooot. Oh, I’m fabulously 50.”

Danielle F., 27 – “If Sean asked me to marry him tomorrow I know for a fact I would say yes. If there was no ring with the proposal, the answer would be the same. That being said, what actually changes? If your with someone and you know you are both in it for the long haul, I feel marriage is already implied. I don’t think I would start planning a wedding until I had a ring.”

Nia P., 27 - “No, because if you really know me you would know my values and what I want, which is a ring. Like I said before, I’m not being materialistic, but I’m an investment and you need to invest in a ring and really show me you are ready to be committed for life. Plus, I’m into romantic love stories and a ring with you getting on one knee confessing your love to me is a dream of mine and any man that wants to be my husband will know that. Like if you ready to ask me to be your wife, we would have had the whole ring talk etc., so you’re going to know what I want and what I expect.”

Gwen R., 54 - “If this man has shown me unconditional love, honesty, respect and commitment and is working hard, great provider, he can put a ring pop on my finger because, I don’t give a daaaaaamn. I know we both gon’ shine like a diamond.” 

Diamond M., 26 - “Marriage has never really been a goal for me. But if I know for real it’s a forever thing I would probably say yea. But ain’t no wedding without no ring. And just know that I won’t be tellin’ people he’s my fiancé lol.”

To be honest. I’m shocked at the responses. I didn’t think that so many women would respond ‘Yes’ to the question at hand. And I was intrigued by the responses to those who answered ‘No.’ I want my female readers to think about this and share this question with your friends or family members like I did. My family had me over here in tears. Listen to the responses you get. Share your opinions / comments with me on my Instagram @withlovecb. I want to hear what some of you have to say on this topic.

I will end this with the great words of Helen Keller, “The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.”

Love y’all, -CB.

[zachwinthrop]

@roseblanche-x​

( partie une. )          the ( k i s s ) – he’d meant for it to be a crowning moment, a delicate trinket that symbolized his putative L O V E for her, but it simply wasn’t enough. like trying to ignite an incandescent flame with soused matches, there was n o t h i n g. she wanted to thank him for the intimate recollection of why she needed to abandon their insolent relationship to begin with. zachariah winthrop was not suited for the love she desired; devoid of derision and pride. he just wanted to ( w i n ) and now that he had, what was his prize? he’d only impelled her further away, into an aphotic hollow. if he believed those funereal three years had been empty, he had no idea what he was in for. F R I E N D S ? no, he was a phantom – d e c e a s e d to her. she only hoped for his sake, faith’s ardency could keep him warm in his putrid, brumal grave. 

( partie deux. )           tepid pads planed over the milk of her creamed thighs, ripe petals A R D E N T against the aromatic crook of her neck. alex’s sterling laughter permeated the air, ivory crescents curving around the leather seat as she attempted uphold her composure. ❝ stop, we haven’t been out of the house in days. i don’t need another reason to rush back. i need at least two more glasses of champagne, ❞ she implored, lavishly veiled hues addling softly toward her mesmeric date. asher lolled against the opulent leather of the booth, a lucent, wide – toothed grin stretching across his rugged features. perhaps it was the liquor glittering through her bloodstream, the lozenge that ( f r o t h e d ) inside of her whip – tight stomach, or her fractured, drubbing heart by chance, but asher was I N C R E D I B L E and it had only taken her until this evening to acknowledge. he loved her with everything he had and it was rendered for anyone to see. for that, she cherished him.         ❝ okay, okay. i’ll leave you alone. it’s just that, ❞ he spilled, delivering a tender kiss beneath her ear, ❝ you look ( a m a z i n g ) in that dress. ❞ she twisted her nose softly, inviting her crystalline flute of pink champagne to her greedy pout. she swilled the bubbling elixir, urging her shoulder toward her diamond – adorned ear. ❝ you know what? no more alcohol for you, ❞ she quipped, dislodging the glass of crown and coke from his able hand & placed it before her. asher soughed tacitly, his cimmerian rondures riveting the expanse of the lux saloon. ❝ hey, ❞ he nudged, lurching inward as his arm wilted behind her against the lounge. ❝ isn’t that zach? ❞ for a moment, her heart rippled; an undisciplined response that she P R A Y E D would dispel over time. alexandra peeked from beneath billowing lashes to acknowledge his presence, a cluster of silver and gold flares decorating the ambit as photographers shuffled to secure the ( m o n e y ) shot. he hadn’t arrived alone, a recognizable, lissome blonde dangling from his arm.           she anticipated some sort of throe in her chest, convulsion in her body as he was swathed in affection from another woman right in front of her face, but she was I M P A S S I V E. faith could have him; empty, self – indulgent love wasn’t anything to vaunt. ❝ yeah, it is. ❞ she was curt, opulent sepals pursing together. she was certain they’d made eye contact, but it was blunt and brusque. spitfire had begun to ferment inside of her, ready to flare if he ( t r i e d ) to be slick. alexandra arched her carefully groomed brow, lifting her near empty glass of champagne to him with a sick little smile. ❝ what do you want to do? ❞ asher inquired, sweeping the tips of his fingers atop her shoulder. she could sense his apprehension. he was worried about what zach was capable of, but he had never been acquainted with the R E A L alex. she smirked, slinging back the remnants of her glass. ❝ nothing. nothing at all. we’re friends. ❞

          zach slung yet another glass of champagne to the back of his throat, becoming addled with the frothy ( b u b b l e s ) ascending beyond his logic. low-bass heartbeats thumped throughout the vehicle, causing tremors to rumble right beneath their feet. faith’s laugh chimed in his ears. he turned his chin to her, grinning, a weightlessness floating through his body. he was sure he had gotten everything R I G H T this time. faith wasn’t destined to be in his life forever, they were both more than aware of that, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t retain and relish in her for now. his game plan was simple – wait patiently for alexandra to recognise that whatever asher did for her wasn’t half of what he could do for her – and then it would all work out. he was certain. and if it didn’t he would invoice her his car repair bills.           the couple pulled up outside the apprised cocktail lounge and emerged to a squall of flashing lights, shielding the mouths curling around their names, shouting to look here, smile this way, and do you have any comment on the photos from the bbmas after party? amanda must have tipped them off – there had been solicitude surrounding his name the past two weeks after his great DISAPPEARING act and accounts sighting him drunk and disorderly, or just plain disorderly, in more than one location. faith had followed suit and hastily gone into hiding until his team had reigned him back under their control – their anxieties simmered, but it was known among them, ( although unspoken ), that zach did what he wanted, and it was their job to cover his tracks. but to amanda’s relief he returned as though nothing had happened at all, and she knew better than to grill him. leaking his whereabouts to the press didn’t bother him – in fact, it lulled him into a faux entrapment that his life had settled into a comfortable M E D I A N.            inside, garish lights swathed the surface of his sun-deepened rind until he appeared to be natant in rippling colour. the paparazzi subsided, leaving only the underlying thrum of music and slurs ghosting the rims of cocktail glasses. ❝ i’ll never get tired of having the thing everyone in the room is gawking at on my arm, ❞ faith drawled, redolent syllables pronounced upon the shell of his ear. he tosses an idle smirk over his shoulder. ❝ did you just call me a THING? and also imply that you own me? faith coleman. . . ❞ he mocked, leaning across the bar to open a tab. ❝ people don’t own me, i own everything. ❞ he murmured, emerging his lips upon hers. she perches upon a barstool looking like some perverted fantasy – with her hips stretched like a wooden Christ, lips painted dark as blood and even hair so golden it could have only been the result of some somber presage. he stood at her back, his hand cradling the exposed base of her embowed spine. zach wilts around her, balancing the unopened phial of moët & chandon dom perignon in a greedy palm.           they share the exorbitant elixir between them until the bottle is almost drained and he feels dizzily inebriated – the kind that doesn’t leave his memory with boring holes the next morning – and he had taken a seat at the plush barstool beside her. ❝ i’m drunk, ❞ he garbles merrily, tipping his flute toward her. she raises a sculpted eyebrow. ❝ as am i. are we lowering the cachet of this place? ❞ zach laughs. ❝ obviously not. we’re the coolest people here. ❞ he is jeering, but faith allows her misted gaze to dance over the crowds of people adorning the lounge as if searching for a worthy contender to their ‘coolness’. and then she freezes on the space hanging right above his shoulder. he doesn’t notice.          ❝ zach, i think alex is here. ❞ his heart gyres, but he keeps his eyes steady upon faith’s defined features, hand on her knee. ❝ yeah? ❞ he goads. he could have laughed aloud. she disappears, positively UNTRACEABLE for three years, and suddenly, she’s everywhere. she’s all over him like some kind of terminal ( r a s h ). not that he particularly minded. perhaps this would be fun, he mused. ❝ that B I T C H, ❞ she seethes, stunning zach for a moment. but then he remembers the lies he had spun her. whoops. ❝ i should go over there and say something. i want to. i want to say something to her, see how brave she is then. ❞ a clean row of ivory sinks into his plush lower lip, biting back a laugh. he takes her chin in his fingers, re-directing her gaze to him. ❝ i promise you i’m telling you this for your own good, ❞ he cautions. ❝ faith, that girl will eat you A L I V E. ❞ faith physically deflates in her seat, a pout protruding her bee-sting lips. ❝ no sulking, ❞ he instructs, standing and holding her hand to guide her. ❝ we can do this the easy way... who knows? maybe you’ll even become friends. ❞ zach grins at her reassuringly, turning on his heel.          and there she f u c k i n g is. clinquant and glowering at him like some kind of scorned norse goddess. he smiles obliviously, ear to diamond-adorned ear. he almost doesn’t see that pathetic excuse of a clone practically clasped around her like she was his life-source at her side. ❝ alexandra! and C O. ❞ zach doesn’t even offer asher a glance – his eyes entirely transfixed on a woman he would never, E V E R, be able to fucking shake. he takes the liberty of seating himself at the private booth, tugging faith’s arm lightly to join him. he wasn’t sure what he was feeling – hysterical, maybe? he was too giddily drunk to care. he was teetering somewhere between outrageously jealous, realising he had no right to be as the FRIENDS proposal was entirely his idea, and amusement in its purest form.          ❝ well isn’t this just a merry fuckin’ coincidence! ❞ he squeezes faith’s thigh encouragingly, then glances to her. she smiles, and then he does too, because she’s fucking gorgeous and all four of them know it. and it was sort of SEXY that she had the confidence to put a brave face on. stupid and asking to be buried six feet beneath alex’s louboutins, but sexy regardless. ❝ hi, ❞ she coos sweetly, curling a possesive claw around zach’s bicep. ❝ you must be alex. i’ve heard plenty about you. i’m faith. coleman. and you..? ❞ she turns to asher, raking honeyed hues over him as painfully slowly as she could manage.