#and like yes the one edit is that the skin colour was changed (and the tattoo added)

[vigilskeep]

i’m always seeing zevrans in the tag that are like. well i guess you did colour his skin right but i know you used a white man as a reference for his actual features so i really dont think you deserve the credit

[verdantchan]

Always You

Pairing: Best friend! Bangchan x Afab! Reader

Summary: It’s hard to enjoy a party when your best friend who you’ve been in love with for years turns up with his girlfriend…

Warnings: MDNI, dom!chan, sub!reader, possessive!chan, unprotected sex (don’t be like them) dirty talk, cum eating, multiple orgasms (f!rec) fingering (f!rec) mentions of mastubation, spitting (chan spits on it yk..) tummy bulge, creampie

Wc: 2.7k

a/n: did I write and edit it this in one sitting? yes I did,,, is this also my return to writing fics after 5 years bc I’m so attracted to chan idk what to do?? Also yes 🤪

‘‘Lixieee watch my drink, I nearly dropped it’’ You roll your eyes and smile at Felix as he practically jumps on you. His parties were always rowdy, especially when Jisung wormed his way into the planning. Colourful lights strewn around every pillar and doorway, countless bottles and cheesy red cups littering the granite countertops in the dorm kitchen, the air thick with smoke and the sickly sweet scent of liquor.

Part of you loved how committed the boys were to throwing the most stereotypical frat parties, the perfect way to unwind from the stress of uni life. You scan the room for that all too familiar face but find no sign of him, your shoulders dropping slightly, the disappointment in your chest too strong to ignore.

You and Chan had been best friends since you were 12, your parents pushing you together as an unlikely duo. You'd immediately become inseparable,spending every second with each other. People had always questioned your relationship, everyone thought you must be dating if you were so close, but you and Chan were just friends, at least that's what you convinced yourself it had to be.

You first started having feelings for Chan at 18, you were university freshmen starting the next big chapter of your lives together and you couldn't get him out of your head. His deep brown eyes that sparkled when he spoke about the things he loved, his soft curly black hair that you loved ruffling to annoy him and his dimples that became impossibly deep when he smiled. Being around him was both torture and comfort. Three years later and you were still completely in love with someone who views you as his best friend, nothing more. In other words, you're utterly fucked.

‘’Lix, have you seen Chan tonight? I thought he was coming’’  Felix still clinging to you in his tipsy state. His messy blonde hair slightly covering his eyes and freckle-dotted cheeks, a pink blush dusting his skin thanks to the many drinks he’d already knocked back.

‘’Nah not yet, he said he's coming later after his date’’ he slurs his words a little, all giggly and happy, not knowing the ache his words cause you. You hum in response, suddenly feeling less sociable than a few minutes ago.

‘’Ahhhhh speak of the devil’’ Felix laughs and nods toward the doorway, Chan's broad shoulders making it look tiny. His hand interlocked with hers, observing the room and briefly locking eyes with you before looking away.

Chan had been dating Euna for a few months, but it never got easier seeing them together. 

They'd met in one of your classes, Euna was sweet, pretty  and very popular with both the students and teachers. It hadn’t taken Chan too long to fall for her and spend less and less time with you. He swore nothing had changed between you two but you knew better. It wasn't long after they started dating that Chan began cancelling your plans because ‘Euna planned something’ or he ‘just couldn't make it that day’ You wanted to believe that it would all go back to the way it was soon enough but that day never came, Chan drifting further as time passed. 

You missed his smile, the way he would make you laugh, the way he would bring you your favourite food when you were tired or upset. You thought that maybe one day you would be together, that Chan would see you as more than just his best friend. Sometimes it felt like more between you two. 

He and Euna weave their way through the crowd, her trailing slightly behind, Chan looking back at her every so often with a smile, the sight of them making you nauseous though you wish it didn't. Chan lets go of her to pull Felix into a hug, Euna eyeing you awkwardly as the two of them catch up. Euna had never been rude to you, never made a snarky comment about you being friends with Chan, but she never really said much around you if you were honest. 

‘’Your dress is super pretty’’ you squeak out attempting to break the silence between you two, She offers up a small thank you and a tight smile and turns to Chan as he pulls her into his side, his attention now on the two of you instead of the tipsy blonde Aussie

 ‘’Hey y/n’’ Chan smiles as he lets go of Euna and pulls you into a quick side hug, letting go as quickly as he’d pulled you in, his soft musky scent filling your senses. The four of you make small talk, Chan's eyes catching your own as Felix rambles to Euna about his current pc build. The air starts to feel suffocating, his glances making you feel trapped. You quickly make an excuse to leave, Chan's smile faltering as you excuse yourself from their conversation and disappear into the crowd of bodies. 

It was impossible to think while Chan was standing there, his arms wrapped around Euna unapologetically. The jealousy burning more than the straight tequila sloshing around in your cup, you start to sway to the music begging yourself to forget about him and enjoy your night. You feel a pair of eyes follow your silhouette but you continue to drink and dance, the alcohol making its way through your system and drowning out every thought.

 You feel a figure behind you grabbing your hips and swaying with you, turning your head to see the blurred outline of Hyunjin, his hair in his eyes, a pair of red sunglasses perched on his nose. You let yourself melt into him, you'd always found him attractive anyway. You and Hyunjin move together perfectly, his smooth movements guiding your own as he whispers the lyrics to the song in your ear, his plump lips catching your skin slightly. You finally move your eyes to Chan still feeling someone watching you, secretly wishing it was him. You’re met with a sharp glare, his eyes never leaving you and Hyunjin, his jaw locked in annoyance, you roll your eyes at him and turn around to face Hyunjin winding your arms around his slender neck. 

You turn back to glance at Chan to find him charging your way, ripping you from your dance partner's embrace and towards the stairwell. 

‘’Chan what the fuck are you doing?’’ you yell, trying to wriggle your wrist from his strong grip as he pulls you upstairs and into one of the empty bedrooms.

‘’What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing y/n? Grinding all over Hyunjin like that’’

‘’We are not doing this right now, why does it have anything to do with you, Chan? Why do you even care?’’ venom coating your words, attempting to open the door and leave but being stopped short when he stands in the way, eyes burning into yours. Chan had never been like this with you, what had gotten into him?

‘’What? Are you suddenly into Hyunjin?? We both know he's not right for you y/n’’  his eyebrows knitted in annoyance.

‘’And how would you know what's best for me Chan? We hardly talk anymore!’’ you run your fingers through your hair, easing the tension building up behind your eyes. 

‘’Of course we still talk, you know i've been busy’’ he fires back, disregarding how much space really had built up between the two of you. 

’Give it up Chan and go back to Euna, what I do with Hyunjin has fuck all to do with you’’ you can't deal with the confusion, why is he acting like he's jealous of you and Hyunjin? Why does it matter to him? 

‘’’I’m your best friend y/n of course it has something to do with me, he's not right for you’’ 

‘’Oh my god get your head out of your ass chan, just like you said, you're my best friend not my boyfriend. You can date but I can't? I'm not gonna wait on you to notice me for the rest of my life’’ You turn your face away from him, your confidence and fire slipping as Chan studies you intensely, the room silent apart from your breathing. 

‘’My god you’re an idiot’’ Chan mumbles before grabbing your chin and smashing his lips onto yours, you melt into the kiss at first before snapping out of it and pushing him away

Chan what are you doing?’’ You feel dizzy as you maintain your balance, your hands still pressed against his toned chest. your lungs heaving in time with the thud of the music coming from below. 

‘’You really have no idea, do you? I’m fucking in love with you y/n, why do you think I even started dating Euna in the first place, I wanted to get over you, why else would I jump into a relationship with a girl I hardly knew??’’ The annoyance in his voice evident as he goes on, he runs his hand through his hair repeatedly,  messy waves falling in his face. 

You stare up at him stunned, your lips parted in surprise, he pulls you back in, his lips covering yours as he presses you into him with fervour. He deepens the kiss and walks you backwards, his hands pressing into your hips, his hold nothing like hyunjins. He pulls away his eyes searching yours for something, anything. 

“Tell me to stop, if you don't want this I’ll walk away” his voice is breathy and pained, evident that the last thing he wanted was for you to say now.

You've waited too long for this, for him to need you, touch you. You know it's wrong, his girlfriend just a floor below but you’ve wanted and waited too much to stop and walk away, you can deal with your moral shortcomings tomorrow. 

‘’Please, Chan’’ you whisper, desperate for him to touch you again, clenching your thighs together as heat pools in your lower stomach, your insides on fire for him. He watches how desperate you are for him, your answer clear.

‘’Fuck you’re perfect’’ you look at him pleadingly and he can't hold back anymore, he’d thought about you like this too many times to count, in dreams and when awake. When he can't sleep and he fucks his fist wishing it was you, how pretty your moans would sound as he rocked into you, how tight you'd be around him, how his cum would leak out of your fluttering hole. He was too far gone, a man possessed. 

You gasp as he pushes you back on the bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress perfectly, he licks and nips at your jaw, his hand finding your soaked underwear under your skirt, circling your puffy clit through the slick fabric. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, bet Hyunjin could never have this effect on you. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget he exists’’ his words making you tingle, his fingers exactly where you need them.

‘’Only want you’’ Your voice comes out breathy and fucked out even though he’s barely touched you and it sends a rush of blood to Chan's already rock-solid cock, straining against the tight fabric of his black jeans.

He sinks two fingers into your tight pussy and you scream in pleasure and pain at the intrusion, his fingers so much thicker and longer than yours, the stretch taking your breath away 

‘’Yeah be a good girl and take my fingers in that tight little cunt, I know you can’’ The way he whispers as your pussy stretches around his fingers and wet squelches echo through the room has you throwing your head back, Chans other hand finding your tits as he stretches you out for him. You shake as he moves his fingers in and out of you, the stretch now dissolved into intense pleasure. He can tell you're close, your eyes closed in pleasure as you sigh out his name.

‘’cum for me pretty, cum around my fingers’’ You moan his name over and over as he rubs your soaking clit and plunges his fingers into your sopping hole,  your back arching in pleasure as he works you through your high. Shouting his name as you cum on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. The sight alone already making you needy for more 

‘’Need you so bad baby, need to feel you milk my cock’’ he breathes out as he undoes his belt, desperate to be inside of you. You spread your sticky thighs, your glistening pussy on full display for him. His cock springs free from its confines, his pink tip leaking down onto the rest of his thick veiny length. It was no surprise he had the prettiest cock you'd ever seen. He gives it a few pumps, slapping your clit with his bulbous tip, and you moan in pleasure at the sting. 

‘’Take it, baby. Gonna stretch you out so good, gonna make you mine’’ his voice shaky as he presses into you, your pussy spasming around his hard length splitting you open, he slowly bottoms out with a moan stilling inside you. His cock making your stomach bulge with his size 

‘’Fuckfuckfuckkkk you're still so tight, such a perfect pussy’’ his words coming out more like a mantra, the feeling of you around him making him pussydrunk. He fucks in and out of you grabbing your thighs, spreading you wider for him, watching where you’re joined as he takes you. 

 ‘’talk to me baby girl, tell me how I make you feel’’ 

‘’Love it when you fuck me Channie, love your cock so much’’ your voice strained and whiny, writhing against the sheets as he sets a rough pace. He spits on your pussy, the liquid dripping down to where you meet, the sight only aiding his pleasure. 

‘’Bet you thought about this huh? Thought about how good it would feel when I ruin you, hmm baby? Bet you’d touch this little clit thinking about how good I would fuck you?’’ His thrusts become sloppy as he nears his orgasm, his fingers coming to circle your clit. Your moans getting louder as you get close for the second time.

‘’Cum with me baby, wanna cum in this pussy, fill you up with my cum’’ his thrusts getting more erratic and desperate as you orgasm together. You scream his name, your nails digging into his toned back muscles. Chan stills as he spurts his hot release into you, his cum painting your insides a milky white. He collapses onto you, his muscled chest pressed against your fucked out form, both of you breathing heavily. 

‘’Fuck you're mine, just mine’’ he whispers, his cock still inside you, both your release leaking out around his still hard dick.. 

‘’Yeah just yours, Channie’’ you breathe out dreamily, still coming down from your high  

You both lay like that for a while, Chan's face tucked into your neck, leaving gentle kisses, his cock stiffening again inside of you, the party coming to an end downstairs. Things had happened so fast you hadn't realised Chan brought you to his own room, the purple lights giving his skin a lilac hue. 

‘’Chan. What happens now?” You hesitate not wanting to ruin the moment, praying you didn't just fuck everything up with him with a simple question.

He sighs into your skin snuggling closer ‘’I meant it when I said you're mine y/n, Euna knows she and I are done, she knew I was in love with you. I want this, I want you’’ his voice soft and sleepy. 

Your heart nearly explodes, ‘’I love you too Chan, I want you too’’ you kiss him passionately, his tongue fighting yours for dominance, smiling into the kiss as he begins moving inside you again. It feels like a dream and you can't believe he's in love with you too, that he wants you like you want him. Now you have him you'll never let him go, you have always been his, even if he didn't know it. 

‘’It's always been you y/n’’

-ty for reading!! Alr working on more hehe

[monster-match-if]

Welcome to Paradise!

A few decades after the mystical veil between the human and supernatural world was shattered there are still efforts done to fully integrate the two societies. What better way to achieve that than an international & interspecies dating show?!

Ten lucky beings are going to be selected for the first ever edition of Monster Match, and embark on a month-long vacation on a tropical island. Follow your heart or mind when making decisions and win the public’s favour. At the end of the month, the fan favourite couple will win a whopping cash prize of €500,000, to keep or split between them.

Couple up, have fun with the various challenges and most importantly stay alive find love!

And beware of what’s lurking in the shadows!

Genre: Reality TV dating show, monster fu- lovers. Love island the game, but with monsters. Strictly 18+!

WIP - some things may still change on the way.

Play as Male or Female.

Choose to be a Sweetheart, a Charmer or a Flirt.

Have fun or stir up some drama between the other contestants!

Find love or do it all for the money.

Split the prize, or keep it all to yourself… if you win.

Choose between 5 gender selectable ROs and two male partial ROs.

Try to figure out what's happening to the eliminated contestants or ignore the gnawing feeling.

Entirely choice based, the stats are there for flavor text. This is an excuse to write monster, ermm, loving content. The story is rated 18+ and will contain NSFW and maybe some gore along with other dubious things. There will be fade to black options and skippable scenes as well as preference options and some pretty tame and sweet routes, but why are you here if monsters are not your thing? Read at your own discretion!

Morgan → Vampire🦇 - M/F - 6’  Tall and pale, with dark hair and crimson eyes, and an infuriating naturally gorgeous body. Always has the hair styled neatly and preferes classy clothes. An incurable flirt. Expect: Blood and biting related activities. Not particularly loyal.

Elindorn / Eli → Deep forest elf 🏹 (basically a drow) - M/F - 5'7 / 6'4  Tall with an athletic swimmer’s body. Dusty lilac skin, long milky white hair and pale silver eyes that seem to look into your soul. Expect: actually… the most well adjusted of the bunch. Elves mate for life.

The bombshell - Blake → Incubus/ Succubus🌶️- obviously M/F - 5’8/ 6’4  Deep brown skin, short curly black hair and vivid blue eyes. Horns and tail in their “true” form. Skimpy clothes to attract potential vict- partners. Expect: open relationship, multiple partners, life… sucking?

Kitai → Kitsune 🦊- M/F - 5'5 / 5'11 (Casa Amor contestant) The shortest of the group, but the most attentive and ready to please. Ivory skin, long jet black hair and yellow eyes.  Expect: probably the sweetest, most wholesome route, tails - nine of them.

Fionnlagh / Fion → Cecaelia 🐙 (yes, tentacles) - M/F - 5'6 / 6'3 (Casa Amor contestant)  Tanned skin, long wavy red hair, and green eyes. Eight crimson tentacles in their “true” form. Expect: foursome options, but otherwise tentacles and fun, dubious consent-ish if you squint.

Partial ROs

Ragnar → Werewolf 🐺 - M - 6’9/ 8' when in werewolf form Only RO available strictly to F MC and only one who will break up with MC if they cheat or don't have the same views. Tall and built like a mountain, with lightly tanned skin, brown hair and beard and kind brown eyes. Covered in tattoos. Expect: *sigh* knotting, breeding, bestialityithink??

Seishish  - Sei  → naga 🐍 (yes 2 🍆) - M - 6'2 / 11' long with tail out  The Host - not being a contestant will limit interactions in the first half of the story, but he is also an endgame RO. Rich olive skin with a golden hue, long wavy platinum blonde hair, hazel snake eyes. Gains a lot of length in trier half-snake form, the tail an iridescent golden colour. Expect: dubious consent-ish if you squint, ovo…ovi… the eggpreg thing.

Other OG contestants

Warlock/human - Gael - M Human - Kat - F Siren - Oralla - F Fairy - Feyre - F (original name, I know) Angel - Arael - F Demon Azrorath - M

Demo coming soon

[stray-kaz]

Dance With Me : OPLA men x f!reader blurbs

Summary: Slow dancing with the boys.

Dracule Mihawk

The heavy oak door swung inward under your palm, fingers spread to bear the weight. The moment you stepped into the dim library, the noise muffling fell away and you could hear both the soft scratch of a pencil and the pop and skip of an old fashioned gramophone. You smiled and followed the sounds, eventually discovering your captain half buried in immaculate first editions, note taking.

"Here you are" you said quietly, even though you knew he had already heard you.

Ochre eyes flicked to you with a feline's lazy precision and you offered a smile, folding your arms over your chest.

"I have been looking everywhere for you."

Mihawk arched one eyebrow.

"Clearly not everywhere, little bird" he said calmly. "But yes, here I am."

You took a step closer and gestured at his stack of books and the ledger he was scrawling in.

"Are you busy?" you asked him. "I can go. I was just wondering where you'd gotten to."

He shook his head and pivoted his chair to face you, legs spread, hands outstretched to invite you onto his lap. He bit back a smile as your eyes lit up; you never turned down an opportunity to let him hold you. You joined him on the chair, settling sideways across him, your head on his shoulder.

A few minutes passed in easy silence before the song changed and you glanced at the gramophone, curiosity piqued. Mihawk took in the new tension in your body and lifted a hand to stroke gentle fingertips down the back of your neck, following your gaze.

"Do you like this song?" he asked, a little surprised there was something he didn't yet know about you.

You nodded, and began drumming your fingers on his knee in time with the music, your eyes closing. Mihawk watched you start to smile and made a decision. He rose suddenly, making you squeak in surprise as he held you off the floor and kissed your forehead.

"Would you like to dance, little bird?" he asked quietly.

Your answering smile peaked in your eyes and he lowered you carefully to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lifted yours to wind about his neck, twining your fingers eagerly in his dark hair. He rolled his eyes a bit, but you dutifully ignored this; he knew how you loved his hair and was never brave enough to cut it.

He swayed you side to side slowly, a little out of time with the tune, but you didn't care. Here in his arms was your favourite place to be.

The record popped and scratched and you felt a strong finger underneath your chin, propping your head up. You met his eyes, the colour of the new horizon, and saw them flicker, his head moving slowly towards yours, giving you time to turn away. But you never wanted to, and you accepted his kiss as you always did, with the barest restraint.

Mihawk smiled, feeling you push into him, and pulled away to rest his chin on top of your head.

"Another time, little bird" he murmured. "We are dancing, hmm?"

Shanks

You were finishing up your night shift at the bar, wiping down tables and tipping chairs upside down and singing quietly to yourself when a familiar pair of arms snuck around your middle, tightening on your stomach and pulling you backward into a solid body.

You glanced over your shoulder at Shanks and shook your head, tsking gently at him.

"I'm not done here" you reminded him.

He nuzzled the tender side of your neck and you fought to hold your eyes open and not let the cloth in your hand fall to the planks beneath your feet.

"And if I say different?" Shanks mumbled into your skin.

You reached up and swatted him with the cleaning cloth; he laughed and released you.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I understand a no when I hear one."

You snorted and kept your back to him, finishing wiping down the surface of the wooden bar. The second you dropped the cloth over the other side to be washed later, you were grabbed once more. You laughed and eased back against him, pretending badly that you didn't thrill at the weight of his hands on your hips.

"What tune were you singing just now?" he asked, tilting his head down low to speak gently into your ear. "It sounded pretty."

You hummed a few bars and nodded your head back on him.

"Just something my mama used to sing me to sleep with."

"Does it have a name?"

Your gaze slid away.

"No, not really."

Shanks knew better than to push. He carefully turned you to face him, kneading at the flesh on your hips.

"Dance with me, love" he murmured.

You gestured around you to the dark, empty bar and the sea beyond it.

"To what music?"

Shanks tugged you against his chest and slowly moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. He scrunched his nose as you flushed a little at his closeness.

"Doesn't matter that there's no music" he assured you. "I can dance without it."

You raised an eyebrow in an attempt to diffuse the heat in your cheeks.

"Can you?" you retorted.

He rolled his eyes and spun you out, catching your hand at the last second and reeling you back in, catching you breathless and wide eyed against his chest.

"What was the question?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

You didn't answer, too busy trying to count the gold flecks in his hazel eyes. He tipped his head to the side, but you didn't really notice. He rested his thumb on your chin.

"Hey" he said gently, reaching for your attention. "What was the question, love?"

You blinked and the words escaped before you could snatch them back.

"Could you kiss me?"

That was not the question he expected. He had been dancing around you for months, every time they made port here, teasing, dropping hints, but you hadn't seemed to pick any of them up. This response was unanticipated.

He blinked, his mouth opening slightly. You pulled in his grip, turning your face away from his hand.

"You don't have to" you mumbled, embarrassed and flailing.

Before you could turn on him completely, he slid his hands down your arms and grasped your hands, his fingers stroking over your skin.

"But I want to."

His tone was gentle and you blinked, taken by surprise. Your lips parted slightly, but before you could respond, Shanks kissed you. His lips melded to yours as if they were made for that purpose only: kissing you. You made some soft noise and he pulled away, looking cautiously down at you.

"Okay?" he checked.

You pulled him down and he smiled against your mouth before kissing back, starting to sway again.

Okay.

Sanji

You snuck back into the kitchen after dinner, sidling up behind Sanji and whipping the drying towel out of his hand.

"Hey!"

He pivoted quickly to find you grinning up at him, triumph in your eyes.

"Let me help" you instructed, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, hair falling into his left eye as usual.

"Nope. I told you I don't need help, sweetheart. Now move your cute self and give me that back" he retorted, holding out his hand.

You shook your head, too, and danced out of his reach.

"Let me help you" you repeated.

Sanji tried to frown at you, and failed. He threw his hands in the air and leaned back against the bench, folding his arms across his chest and eyeing you.

"Fine. You win. Dry the dishes then. Such a victory."

You nudged your way in next to him and pressed a kiss to his covered shoulder, your hip bumping his leg as you swayed gently to music only you could hear.

"Your sarcasm has no effect on me, chef. I grew up with Zoro. I am immune."

Sanji rolled his eyes as you carried on drying the rack full of clean dishes, silently welcoming the light thud of your hip against him every time you swayed too close.

When you were finally done, he stole the towel back and tossed it over his shoulder onto the metal bench. He stood closer to you, if that was even possible, and smiled, cocking his head slightly.

"What's that music you listen to in your pretty head, sweetheart?" he asked, curious.

"Violins."

You eyed him and he reached for your hand, stroking your fingertips before sliding his palm against yours.

"What are they playing?" he asked quietly.

You looked down at his hand holding yours, engulfing it whole.

"A waltz" you murmured, glancing back up at his face.

Sanji's blue eyes sparked and you bit your lip. He held out his other hand to you.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked eagerly. "It's been a while, I admit, but I think I can remember the steps."

You slipped your free hand into his and let him guide you into the middle of the kitchen, before shifting positions to hold your right hand high and settle your left on his shoulder, his right coming to rest firmly near your shoulder blade. You stared into his eyes as he murmured the countdown and then began to lead you around the confined space, never once stepping on your toes.

It had been so long since a man danced with you like this, and your heart pounded a rough tattoo against your ribs.

Suddenly, you felt strong fingers on your chin, tipping it up so your eyes met a blue pair.

"Where did you go?" he asked softly.

"The past" you admitted.

His smile was slow, warm, melting your insides.

"I'm not in your past, love" he reminded you gently. "I'm right here."

You nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologise" he assured you. "Anything I can do?"

"Kiss me."

It was a breathless request, one answered with a kiss that took the rest of your breath away, warm lips on yours, no oxygen required.

Zoro

"No."

It was the first word out of Zoro's mouth when you had asked him to dance at the dockside club, and it was also the second word out of his mouth when you offered him a sad pout and puppy dog eyes to attempt to sway him. He would not be swayed.

He wouldn't dance when he'd had one drink, or two, or even three. He just stared at you and slowly patted his thigh until you gave up and plonked down in a huff, folding your arms tightly over your chest in a dramatic show of annoyance.

Sitting across from you at the bar, Nami smirked at your sore predicament as Zoro snaked his free arm snugly around your middle and pressed his chin onto your shoulder.

"Mm, love you" he mumbled, stroking his thumb up your ribs below your breast.

"Then dance with me" you protested, unable to keep yourself from wrapping your fingers around his wrist just to touch him.

You felt him shake his head against you.

"No."

"Why?" you groused.

"Don't want to" he said simply.

You rolled your eyes, disentangled yourself from his grasp and dragged Nami onto the dance floor.

And now, back on the Going Merry, Zoro closed the door to your shared room with a louder bang than he needed to. He leaned back on it with his arms crossed firmly and his jaw set, ticking slightly.

"What was that about?" he asked, not quite demanding. "You ran off with Nami and left me with the waiter. You know I can't stand him."

You turned from where you had been shucking off your boots and sighed.

"And you know I like dancing. You wouldn't, but Nami did, so..."

You waved a hand in the air and Zoro closed his eyes, tilting his head back onto the door with a thunk.

"Is that what it was about?" he groaned.

"Yep."

He pushed himself off the door and held out his hands. Slouching a bit, you met him halfway across the room and took them, tipping your head back to see his face.

"What?" you mumbled.

He arched a perfect eyebrow.

"You can dance with me here as easy as anywhere else, can't you?"

You huffed, but it was only to hide a smile as you stepped closer to him again and released one of his hands to wrap the arm around his waist. His now freed hand came up to rest on the back of your head, pressing it gently to his chest. He held your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

He followed the roll and shift of the ocean below to guide his footing as he swayed you side to side, his heart beating a little quicker than usual under your ear. You smiled again and rubbed your cheek against his shirt, warmed by his skin.

"Thank you" you said quietly, muffled by fabric.

Zoro stroked your hair.

"Don't get used to it, princess."

Tagging: @writingmysanity @elizabeth-karenina

[hellobitchlet]

Alright, here's my first edition of the Natlan bingo! Currently, I have done act 1 and 2, the first 2 parts of every tribal chronicle (+ pt 3 of the Ppl of the Springs), unlocked the whole map, and done part of the world quest with the baby geo dragon. If I find anything else during 5.0, I'm just going to wait to show it in the 5.1 edition.

Explanations for each part I've highlighted, and some other notes, below:

"The 'dark skinned' playable character(s) are light tan at darkest"- yeahhh, does this one need an explanation? Iansan is slightly darker than what I would call light tan, but only slightly, and a single character being VERY light brown with a gray tint, while the rest are pale or creamy white, isn't enough to count.

"There are more tribes and it's not handled well (again)"- the People of the Springs are running a fucking tourist resort for literally no reason except that they're based on Hawaiian stereotypes. There are FIFTEEN human enemies who are tribes people, who have no reason to attack you but do anyways. Seeing as Xilonen and Kachina (who have names from different cultures) are in the same tribe, they're not even dedicating all of the tribes to one culture each.

"Another human enemy faction of all darker skinned people"- as I said, there are fucking 15 of them. And that's only 5 per tribe currently released. The other tribes should get the same treatment, so that's a minimum of 15 more poc enemies.

Other notes:

-yes, Paimon was undeniably racist in Mualani's story quest the People of the Springs quest (here), but I haven't found Traveler being directly racist, so I'm not crossing that off yet. Though, I definitely think they're going to act shitty eventually, and that it won't take long.

-not *all* darker skinned npc's are antagonistic and whatnot. But noticeably, the People of the Spring's quest has already shown off quite a few stereotypical Bad Guys of Colour. I would also point out that while the tribe leaders are treated normally, they were originally much lighter than they are now, having possibly been darkened bc of the boycott. A lot of this stuff was probably written before that change was made. In general, I don't need literally ALL of the poc npc's to act like this to cross it off, just most of them. And I'm not counting these 3.

-I'm going to treat the tribal chronicles as story quests. I mean, the full People of the Spring's quest was basically Mualani's story quest but with a prologue. Anyways, Mualani's was definitely bad, but I'm actually really interested in Kinich's? I'm so glad that Enjou is back, and Ajaw is already my favorite Natlan character despite his design. I've decided that if Kinich's is good but the rest suck, I'm still going to count that as Natlan's story quests being bad. To be fair, there can only be one exception.

-looking back, I can't believe that I never put 'Iansan is a 4 star' or 'the non-pale characters have shitty kits' on the bingo. I mean, those ones are super obvious, right?

[agatharkn3ss]

A game of "Spot the difference"

EDIT: To be clear, I think they are an intentional plot device

Episode 5 is the most inconsistent one of the show - I think it's either a victim of too much editing and cutting down, OR it's intentional. See for yourself if you can find all the differences (answers at the end).

I have not edited these images in any way - they are direct shots from the episode.

Yes, it could be because the episode was busy and they ended up cutting it and doing lots of edits. But it's difficult to believe so many things would slip, especially in the show that has been so proud of their attention to detail. Also it wouldn't even make sense if they were just filmed on different days - because some of the differences overlap and some of them don't. As I said, I will soon write up my theory, but in the meantime, wanted to give you something to at least have fun with ;)

Have you got them all?

Rio:

Nails - generally very long nails, but in some shots her left middle finger nail is weirdly short.

Bracelets on her right wrist keep disappearing - sometimes they are there, sometimes they are not

Once, a white band appeared on her left wrist - in that same shot, Agatha's white wrist band is missing

Agatha:

Nails - in that episode she has long nails but there are occasional shots showing all them super-short

White band on her right wrist once disappeared and appeared on Rio's left

Jen:

the most consistent, the only minor difference is that sometimes her sleeve is rolled up, sometimes it isn't. But that really is a non-difference so I'm not counting it

Alice:

Nails: glitter nails that are generally shown as long, but in some close ups they are again very short

The bracelet on her left wrists has red charms. But occasionally a single green charm is shown.

Lilia:

Nails - sometimes long, sometimes short

Sometimes she holds her left hand differently, seemingly touching Alice - but this could be just the way they've filmed so I'm not really counting it

Billy:

The wristbands on his right wrist keep changing - I think the "baseline" is a couple black bands, an off-white white bracelet and a white&blue bracelet - but sometimes the black bands are missing, and the white bracelet get progressively more dark and blue.

when the lights start flickering, his bracelet looks almost like it's glowing, but it's just the light effect, so I'm not really counting it

Also, the skin colours sometimes change, but I don't know if's because of the light (e.g Alice's hand looks oddly dark in the close up)

[jellieland]

So Martyn talked on stream last week about some editing choices he made that perhaps shifted the narrative very slightly. And then there's that new red skin. As is probably clear, this is very much influenced by @theminecraftbee's watcher fics.

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SHE DID NOT LAUGH.

Martyn startles slightly, and looks up from the fabric he's holding.

"Y'what?"

CLEO. THEY DID NOT LAUGH AT YOUR JOKE.

After a moment to process that statement, he sets the fabric to the side. The sea breeze is pleasant tonight, but apparently one evening to enjoy it is just too much to ask. "Are you seriously gonna come after me for that one? You lot have too much time on your hands."

There is a sense of disapproval.

YOU LIED TO US.

Martyn rolls his eyes. "Oh come off it, you know you love it really."

The disapproval congeals into menace.

YOU LIED TO US.

He shrugs disarmingly, the picture of innocent concern. "Look, if you wanted a reliable narrator you would be checking out one of the others. How about Grian? Or Scar, maybe."

A beat passes, and he snorts.

"Ha, no, can't actually keep a straight face for that, sorry."

YOU ARE TWISTING EVENTS TO YOUR OWN SATISFACTION.

At this, his expression shifts. The red cloth, set down on a chest, flutters slightly in the wind, and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you serious? That's rich, coming from you."

YOU SHIFTED YOUR PERCEPTION OF REALITY, AND THEREFORE TO AN EXTENT SHIFTED REALITY ITSELF, TO GET IN AN EXTRA QUIP AND MAKE YOUR EX-SOULMATE LAUGH AT YOUR JOKE.

"Now- hang on, ok, you make it sound really bad when you say it like that-"

YES.

"I- look, I know! I know. I did it without thinking and then I kind of realized I was doing it, and I really second-guessed myself, but- what difference does it make?! What does it actually change? What does it matter?" The last word is almost snarled, and he catches himself. Breathes in. Breathes out. Continues, voice measured. "And now you're here to poke me about it even though you don't actually care, just because you think it's funny to see my reaction."

TO AN EXTENT.

He reaches out and grasps a handful of the cloth, curling his fist around it. It crumples, a little.

The uneven band of white at the bottom of the banner is very bright in the evening sun. Bright against the red above it. It reminds him of blood, dripping down an axe or spreading through the water like ink. Or maybe it reminds him of sharp, smiling teeth.

It's a sash. Part of his new outfit. Nothing more.

"Ah, give me a break." He says. "You ever been skewered on a single pane of glass? Not fun. Not sure I'm at my most interesting to observe right now, if I'm being brutally honest."

WHITE IS A DANGEROUS COLOUR TO WEAR, YOU KNOW.

There is a short pause.

"Yeah."

IT STAINS EASILY.

Another pause.

"Yeah." He says. "It sure does."

IT IS FASCINATING HOW MUCH YOU MISS HIM.

"Right." He says, perhaps a little bitterly. "Well. Good. At least there's that, then, I guess. You know I live to entertain."

In a single, smooth motion, he pulls open the chest and pushes the sash into it.

"Not quite red yet, though."

He closes the lid firmly. He can deal with that... probably tomorrow, it's looking like. That's ages away.

"Not this time."

[shadowuserannie]

Last Name HCs (plus some ethnicities)

-Lego dear god JUST GIVE THEM LAST NAMES. gosh it was so awkward when they were just addressing Olivia as 'Heartlake City's very own Olivia!' in s2ep2.

-I'll do the OG girls first, then the new gen. I know different HCs exist out there, so these are the ones I use personally.

Also I took some inspiration from http://legofriends.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000009010"

but I didn't directly copy.

[OG Girls]

Mia Cavalla

-The og post found Mia's name to have an Italian origin, but I wanted a slightly different name for my own AUs. hence, Cavalla, which (should) mean mare in Spanish (this is the doubt of a person using google) Mia is likely Italian-American, as the post theorises.

Stephanie Azure

-The colour of Stephanie's minifig eyes in the reboot are azure, hence what I put for her last name. I just found it cool and little me spent too long staring into the eyes of a plastic doll TvT

Olivia Guerrera-Cielo

-as Olivia's parents are divorced, likely her name is double-barreled. Guerrera means warrior and is pretty much taken from the post, but Cielo means 'darling' and even though it doesn't have ties to her intelligence like the previous post's HCs did, I thought it was sweet. Olivia is likely Mexican American.

Emma Ari

-Ari is apparently a common surname in the US, it's pretty, it fits Emma, and that's it.

Andrea Chanson

-so this one isn't actually tied to her ethnicity. 'chang' is how the chinese character for 'sing' is pronounced, so as someone who is Chinese this was more a small private tidbit to me. I took away the 'g' and added 'son', a common thing found at the end of American surnames.

[The Next Chapter]

Autumn Cavalla-Caputo

-as we never see Autumn's other parent, I decided to go with divorce being why. hence the double-barreled surname. Caputo is the surname that Mia had in the original post, and it means someone who is very determined and unwavering. younger me from years ago didn't like how it sounded and that's why Mia ended up with Cavalla in my drafts, but older me likes it more now and hence Autumn gets it.

Aliya Abara

-Abara is a fairly common surname, and while there are many meanings from different countries the Abara surname originating from West Africa means 'spirit'.

Leo Ramirez

-I was very, VERY tempted to go with Valdez. but alas, if I did so, my drafts would be impossible to filter as a fanfic writer still using only one master document for EVERYTHING. But him having Valdez would be SO FUN HAHA

Olly Evans

-may Potter fans strike me down. Evans is a common British surname, and Olly is canonically British.

Paisley Bauer

-Paisley is canonically German. Bauer is a German surname meaning 'peasant/neighbour'. I thought the neighbour part would tie in alright with Paisley and Olly growing up together. I also just like how her name sounds.

Nova Mercury

-Originally I went with Campbell, but decided against it because Nova deserves to have a PLANET. hence Mercury.

Zac Moreau

-Moreau is a French surname meaning 'dark skinned' or 'black'. It's an actual surname. (And Zac is French.)

Liann Qiang/Qiáng Huā Liàng/强花亮

-As someone who is Singaporean Chinese (what I also HC Liann as) I have two names, one English, one Chinese. Liann Qiang/Qiang Liann is her English name, and Qiáng Huā Liàng/强花亮 is her Chinese name. 强 [qiang] means strong, and is her family name, 花 [hua] is means flower, and is part of her name, 亮 [liang] means bright, and is the last part of her name. So overall translates to 'strong bright flower' and yes in that order. Chinese is weird like that. (Huā doesn't really go at the end of names, any name using the Huā word pretty much guarantees the Huā will be at the front. So even though Huā Liàng directly translates to 'flower bright' the real meaning is rearranged into 'bright flower'.)

Some edits were made at a later date!

[coolearistrashcollection]

Tag Game: Write Yourself!

I've been tagged to do this challenge by @slutshamethesquirrels , so this piece is naturally inspired by her entry (GO CHECK SHAMESY NOW!)

I think I got a bit carried away tho lol, that's what 6h worth of travel and no internet does to someone bored on the notes app I guess lol

Moreover, I don't know many people so like, do it if you want?

@alt--er--love you’ve now been tagged pookie (edit)

You catch sight of her in the distance, rushing towards you, her headphones barely stuffed into that overly-decorated backpack. Every step echoes with the jingle of a dozen keychains and pins, announcing her presence like a warning bell. She's definitely more fidgety than usual, and her dark circles seem darker– no doubt the aftereffects of another late night. You've heard all about her thesis and her sworn vendetta against the university's computers. You can practically hear her voice: “I swear, the university servers are run on potatoes. My old PC is a supercomputer by comparison!”

Typical engineering student– powered by coffee and, occasionally, spite. She'd probably laugh if you teased her about the stress, eyes lighting up in that way they do when she's preparing to fire back, “Shear, tensile, or fatigue?”

She reaches you, breathless, her all-black outfit blending with the gloomy weather. Today, she's bundled up in that enormous faux-fur coat. The only speck of colour you see on her is actually from her hair, messy red-dyed streaks and racoon tails she dyed herself on impulse.

“I swear I left the house on time! Public transport fucked me again!” She says with a grin that flashes a glimpse of her sharp canines. As she speaks, her fingers find their usual targets– first picking absentmindedly at the skin around her nails, then moving to fidget with the ring she always wears. It's a telltale sign: disrupted routines make her restless, you know. That's when you notice her nails, usually painted in her signature metallic cherry, are a chipped pink pearl instead. It's rare to see her change colours, and given the already peeling polish, you figure she was either too busy to apply the top coat– or too stressed to care.

You shrug, pulling your bag off the canteen seat you saved, waving her worry away. It's lucky to even have a spot here with the recent swarm of first-years flooding the place, and you can already tell she's relieved.

She drops into the seat, immediately digging into her bag for her Tupperware, and just the scent alone– sweet, buttery, familiar– makes you salivate. You're in luck, she made her famous scones this time. You don't even get the chance to thank her before she shoves one into your hands, insisting you take it without a second thought.

As she settles into the seat, her tension seems to ease slightly. She sighs, taking in the lively chaos of the canteen around you. You notice her shoulders relax as she tucks a few red-streaked strands behind her ear, where her earrings –a mix of hoops, charms, and mismatched studs– dangle with every slight movement. She glances around, her big glasses framing bright blue-grey eyes that pop against her heavy eyeliner, giving her gaze an intense, almost electric focus.

“God, I needed a break,” she mutters, more to herself than to you, but then she turns back, studying you with that familiar glint in her eye. She takes a slow, deliberate bite of her scone, a hum of satisfaction slipping out, before raising an eyebrow at you. “So,” she begins, leaning in like she's about to reveal a big secret, “you've gotta tell me– have the scones been perfected?”

“If this is another recipe experiment, you know I'm not the only one who wants to be a test subject,” you laugh, reaching for another one. "But yes, they're even better than last time."

“Test subject? Please,” she scoffs playfully, flashing her signature toothy grin. “I prefer the term ‘lab rats'– though yes, you and the others are all my little testers.” She gives a dramatic roll of her eyes, a mock sigh of pity. “The things you all endure for the sake of science.”

You can't help but grin too, taking a bite of the scone while she watches you, her expression one of amused concentration. She may not say it, she isn't one to pour out affection in words, but you've learned to read between the lines of her cooking. This is her way of showing that she considers you a friend– testing her creations on you, perfecting each recipe like it's a lab experiment and you're her chosen subject.

“Well, I'd say your lab work's paying off,” you tell her, as the buttery, flaky pastry melts in your mouth. “Though maybe you should think about ditching chemical engineering and open a bakery after your thesis instead.”

Her laugh is genuine, and she leans back, clearly satisfied. “That's actually my retirement plan. I'll open a bakery, and always make extra for you.”

[pirunika]

Eos Odessa : The stalwart and melancholic mage who was known to be a bounty hunter-publicly at least. There are many rumors surrounding this complex character. And not all pleasant.

Description: Short and curvaceous, Eos is an elegant woman with large brown eyes, cold porcelain skin and a faintly doll-like, sharp featured face with a faint scar on the left eyebrow that she tends to cover. Often supports a forlorn expression even if she's happy. Nevertheless; she is rather alluring and approachable when she wants to be.

finally done!!! İ edited this template a lot but i think thats It. More about her + art ⤵️ :')

She changed her first name when she entered the Circle because she didn't want to hear it anymore... At this point she has complicated feelings about all her names too so in the end likely to take Blade's last name and confuse everyone because of her future rank. Maybe she can go by Commander Eos lol

At times can pass as a Norm.

She has ear piercings (4 each ear), does not use piercings all the time though.

Has a horse, named Phaeton - a wedding gift... Though not a Familiar they had a unique bond and can see her returned by during the story...

Thinking her quarters surprizes others with how empty it is-with her bed literally on the ground (she hates clutter...including the furniture...), It is the comfiest thing ever though, like a plush nest complete with furs. She eats drinks in the bed a lot... I like to think she has a fireplace too ~

Speaking of beds she is a very deep sleeper... Like you need to shake her roughly or throw some water. But also she sleepwalks (rarely, in times of great stress)..... So while her door will be unlocked so others can wake her up if needed she's in danger of....going out when that happens...... Which is a whole other story.

She cleans everything like crazy all the time because she is afraid of getting ill seeing as magical healing don't work on her. Her immune system is already not so good. Due all that, her hands are dry, scarred and red.

Dislikes rain/snow. Had at least one almost froze to death experience magical or otherwise (hell i think i could be related to sleepwalking...)...hence the (secret) fear... Her hands/body feels cool to the touch (and she's cold all the time) unless she's been using magic which sort of warms her up like an overworked pc? lol This is also how she can dress in her fantasy bikini revealing outfits - using her magic discreetly to keep herself and sometimes others warm. And in a way it signals she's using her magic 👀

Has a moon-belt ~

Either clad from neck to toe in layers OR... very exposed, as fitting to her character as a woman of extremes. Witch of the wilds or Mary Poppins down to the carpet bag. Makes a lot of her own clothes and uses them to 'get in role' in a way. Wears gloves a lot --- both to hide her scarred hands and avoid touching people (magical reasons). Favors white, red and black the most, or shades of it. +saffron colour ~ first college from Black Desert Mobile, the other is Romance Club!

Woe random mood-board be upon ye sans tattoos....i'm lazy...

[lotusmi]

you support rcta?

this is a very long ask - please read everything, I tried to clarify everything and I am ready to change my beliefs if I am wrong. edit: I know some people thought I was ignoring everything, I am sorry if this came late, I've been writing this for 3 hours straight. It's not about supporting... I don't "support" it. The thing is that I don't believe it as real [ the changing], I will try to explain... I believe that if creation is finished, this is all about identification. No one change their race, it's not the outer body which changes, but the inner man becomes aware of a new thing. Some people misunderstand their feelings and think they have to be from other race to feel pretty, wanted, or loved. But at the end we are only consciousness, and I believe that we exist to experience. So, now I am experiencing being brazilian.. but I know I am awareness, so I am aware of being brazilian right now, but I also know that I am everything at this exact same time, an arcturian, a hobbit, a hizuru (yes I fully believe that there is no different from "fictional" races and "races from this world"). If you believe that creation is finished and that there is no difference in what is Imagined and what is "material", you probably get it. Nothing can be changed, it only can be experienced.

Now let's talk about fetish... fetishizing a race. I remember when I was younger, I used to like to listen to kpop and at that time I wanted to be korean (i was 11) because I thought that only koreans were pretty, and I thought couldn't look as pretty as the korean girls, this was obviously a lack of self love. My desire was not to be korean, it was to be beautiful, those are different things. Then here we can see that sometimes we think we desire something, but it is not exactly what we truly want. So if you ask me if I support someone to manifest themselves to be another race, I don't support anyone 'changing' who they are if this is about not feeling beautiful, wanted, important, for there is nothing in the universe that can deny that all the forms of bodies are beautiful, they are beautiful, we know it, everyone knows it. And if I was not clear when I replied to this topic before, I hope that now I can be - do not be ashamed of your skin, your body, your face, your language, I am sure you are perfect as you are. I don't want you to feel like you have to be different. Most of time when people want to change their race it is not about experiencing the experience itself, to learn and comprehend different forms of life as awareness, but only to be "pretty", so you think you want to have asian eyes, but at the end you only feel that your eyes are not beautiful (they are beautiful!). I will quote this story from Neville to explain what I mean, one day a black man came to Neville, he said “you do not know my problem. It’s not a state of health, I assure you; it is look at the skin that I wear” and Neville said “What’s wrong with it?; it looks lovely to me” and the man said “Look at the pigment of my skin. I, by the accident of birth, am now discriminated against. The opportunities for progress in this world are denied me just because of the accident of birth, that I was born a coloured man. Opportunities for advancement in every field, neighborhoods that I would like to live in and raise a family I couldn’t move in, where I would like to open up a business I couldn’t move into that area.” so Neville told this man about Abdullah, his master, who was a black man. "He was very proud of being a negro didn’t want any modification of what God had made him. He turned to me and he said, “Have you ever seen a picture of the Sphinx?” I said, “Yes”. He said, “It embodies the four fixed quarters of the universe. You have the lion, the eagle the bull and man. And here is man that is the head. The crown of that creature called the Sphinx, which still defies man’s knowledge to unriddle it, was crowned with a human head. And look carefully at the head, Neville, and you will see whoever modeled that head must have been a negro. Whoever modeled it had the face of a negro and if that still defies man’s ability to unravel it, I am very proud that I am a negro.”" after that, the man got his desired business and became very rich, "Neville, this year I will net a quarter of a million dollars”.

"you must first start with self. Find self, don’t be ashamed ever of the being you are. Discover it and start the changing of that self" - Abdullah

don't be ashamed over the being you are, if you think you have to look like another race to be beautiful, important, wanted, loved, or anything like that, I tell you: You are lovely as you are, you are. No race is superior to another, everyone is part of the same God, the same God who made the entire universe.

So if I was not clear before, no, I don't agree with 'changing race'. If this is about someone feeling inferior of being who you are or feeling that you are less than what you are, you were born perfect, I hope you know that. What I meant is that I am not against experiencing different ways of being in terms of knowing more about the universe, even to know how others feel, to understand people better, to understand their pain, to learn more. I believe we are God experiencing his creation. - I had once a vision were I was an old man from the countryside, and I saw myself in his body and I knew I was him, I lived a day in his body, I worked in a farm, I lived in a poor home in this big farm, I felt his pain and hurt. After this vision (which happened naturally), I learned a lot of this kind of living, and I had a better understanding of life. This vision made me comprehend what millions of people feel, how they live and made me a better person since it was a beautiful experience (even though it was arduous). I did not scrypted that, It happened. And I learned that the difference between me and that old man was only my awareness. I just assume I am who I am, but at the end I am only awareness. I exist as him, he exist as me. This is our universe, it is beautiful, we exist in all ways. We can't even comprehend how this is beautiful, I have not even words to express this. And it was done already.. I was already him.

I remember that one anon shifted to egypt to understand how the pyramids were made, so he lived a egyptian life. It was not fetish, was the desire of experience, learning about our universe, our history. Is it that wrong? (I sincerely want your answer, for I really want to understand this).

What if someone want to travel to the middle-earth from the lord of the rings and be an elf or a hobbit? It is other race, it is. And we know there is no diference between our universe and the others, all of them exist and are real in the same way. So experiencing that life is wrong? (I am genuinely asking, I hope you understand).

Knowing that we exist in all ways, is it wrong to experience it when our desire is to maximize our understanding of life and learning, even to know how to treat others?

The idea of a pure race is hard for me to comprehend since I am brazilian and we don't have a "pure race" "We can say that the Brazilian ethnic composition basically comes from three large and main ethnic groups: the indigenous, the Africans and the Europeans." I am miscegenated, my skin is sort of olive (yellow?), my mom is light brown (she has native american ancestors), my dad is white, my sibling has a darker shade of skin and curly hair. We are all so different and unique in our own ways. Every brazilian person is different from the other, our culture extends to several different forms of art, food, accent, music and more. I love being brazilian, if someone would want to understand life through brazilian eyes, I have nothing against it. I feel like there is a big difference between fetishizing an ethinic and loving it, experiencing, living, comprehending, learning, not only being it in the exterior, but truly being it within.

Even though I do believe we exist in all possible ways, it does not mean that I don't understand poc struggles and everything that people of color went through in this reality. Knowing we exist in other races does not mean we can appropriate of others culture, someone asked me if I think if it is right to appropriate other countries cultures, and no, officially not. From knowing we exist in all different ways I comprehend how each way of life is precious, and we must respect every race and embrace ours (even when we are miscegenated of course) for all of us are beautiful, our culture, our bodies, or history. No race is superior to another and it will never be, loving those who are different from us (and loving ourselves as we are) is essential to our lives. If you are black, asian, a person of color, native, miscegenated or even if just don't feel like fitting in this world in the way you were born, changing your race is probably not your desire, your desire is the change of the feeling of self. Your desire is to love yourself as you are and be loved, and I tell you that you are, believe it, you are precious. You are the operant power of your reality, you are awareness, your race here is precious, your history, everything. You are God. Feel what you want to feel, feel wanted, loved, important, you already are.

I do not support 'changing' your race when this is about a superficial way of understanding what the heart wants, fetish or thinking that one race is superior to other when it is not. I do not support claiming yourself to be from this or that race when you don't even know who from your ancestors were from this race and you don't even know anything about this certain culture. This is not right and it will never be. Looking different is possible, but what is the point of claiming to be from other race when your heart and mind never experienced what people from this certain ethnic had went through? Looking as if certain race is not being it. Now if your desire is to shift to other reality, completely live other life so that you can learn more about your existence and learning how others life is, revise from the beginning and live as this culture lives so that you grow your spiritual knowledge in a place of unconditional love and RESPECT, I don't see a problem with it. I would love to know your opinions about this and officially correct me if I am wrong, I don't want to be disrespectful and I hope I can learn to be a better person, always. I apologize if I sounded rude in the past for not making my opinion clear and I am genuinely ready to change my beliefs if I am wrong. I thank you so much for reading all of this and I hope we can discuss and find the best answer. We are here to learn.

"don’t be ashamed ever of the being you are" - Abdullah

"No matter what happens in the world, don’t despair, for the very one who created the whole vast universe is in you. You’re not some little puppet on the outside. And this goes for every child born of woman REGARDLESS of race, regardless of nationality, regardless of anything. But every child born of woman, God is housed in that child when he says “I am.” " - Neville

[notecapn]

Heizou from the arranged marriage au - again, by @throwingstuffhere, very inspiring, thank you

Ayato here for emotional support (and as a point of reference)

some thoughts on that under the cut (and close ups of the coloured Heizous)

i talked previously about this a bit, so there are going to be things i've said previously and a couple of new thoughts. but mostly just rambling

the design choices were made as if Heizou was an in-game character who frequently fights but still needs to look presentable

i’m still on the hakama pants for Heizou, and if not that, he’d probably ask to make the trousers loose (like slacks maybe), with all the splits Heizou can do they’d tear otherwise, unless the material is more flexible than how it looks on Ayato. but quite frankly they look just like normal ones, if a bit more expensive

i am, in fact, speaking from personal experience, dress trousers are very likely to tear if you try kicking something high above your waist level - especially if it's more than once, and i don’t imagine Heizou is very careful about this, and i think he’s used to more freedom in his leg work, or any body part actually, he has a lot of skin showing

as for everything else: it's pending, really.

the vision could be both on his right hip - just like Ayato, or his left one - sort of like it used to be, and mirroring Ayato and also kind of completing the Kamisato's vision placements: Ayato and Thoma on the right hip, Ayaka on her back and Heizou on his left. i also could be reading too much into things (or i'm actually not reading into this enough and it's very important for the characters where they place their visions: like how important their vision is to them, or there's symbolism of the placement, or it's just pure aesthetics)

i had half a mind to put Heizou in a pair of dancing shoes. they look so funky - i have no idea if they are comfortable or not and they look like they could slip off at any moment. for the record i am not planning on putting him in a pair of funky dancing shoes (for now)

tbh i didn't think too much about his footwear previously, i just thought to put him in some dress shoes like Ayato, even if those are not particularly comfortable - but it would be more painful if he delivers some sick kicks: physics of pressure, with the area being smaller and the force staying the same and all that

he could also go with geta (or sandals?) like Ayaka - which would also make sense. Ayato's job requires him to sit a lot so naturally he doesn't walk too much for the shoes to cause him any trouble, but if we're going with the assumption that Heizou tends to work best on foot (old habits die hard, you see), then he'd be miserable if he wore the shoes all the time. counterpoint, however, is that i don't want to draw toes, and i am a coward

also the coloured designs are what i'd consider his formal outfit: as far as my research goes, yukatas (which Heizou usually wears in the au from what i can tell) tend to be worn for less formal events, and it's at the very least not customary to wear yukatas under hakama pants, so..

also also it has been a while since i’ve properly worked with colour so i am extremely unsure how I want this to look, that is why there are two sets of colours of each design. and i don't even think i'm satisfied with that? and obviously the outfit can be a combination of the two styles, i just threw things at the wall to see what sticks

the first version is based on the one i've made previously, with some minor changes, like the Anemo inspired print on the pants and on the inside of the cloak (i don't know if it is noticable, there are sakura petals as well), and the arm guards (also yes, the red does not look very good on him, i just wanted to add something different, spice things up a little). and yes, i still imagine Heizou magically discarding the cloak when he attacks

(edit) additionally, Heizou with more blue in his palette:

the second one is very heavily leaning on Ayato's design, with less layers, loose trousers and a western shirt underneath. this one was done mostly to test out the coat and the trousers

and lastly: i'm not a historian or a fashion designer or a historian fashion expert. i have no idea what i'm doing other than looking at all the pictures available on the internet and drawing inspiration from that

and @raccoonwithacoffeeproblem, if you wish to see it

[game-set-canet]

Can you write something about tsitsipas and reader playing with or against each other in a mixed double match? I would love to see them both in action 💗😁

Double Trouble

Pairing: Stefanos Tsitsipas x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: The reader is very good friends with Denis Shapovalov (her double partner in this imagine - i have a thing for him as we all know, i hope that's ok). I hope you like it, lovely anon! It was great fun to write💙

*Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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“Have you seen the draw?”, you jump out of bed and make your way over to your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch editing his newest vlog video.

Stefanos looks up from his laptop: “Huh?”

“The draw for the mixed doubles!”, you flop down next to him, “We will play each other in second round!”

A grin comes to Stef's lips, and he raises an eyebrow: “You seem quite confident that you and Denis will win your first round.”

You roll your eyes – that’s the same your coaches said when Denis and you decided to also start in the mixed doubles: “Yes, I know that we didn’t play together recently but we’re still a very good team!”

The passion with which you say that makes Stef laugh softly: “I know, I’m just teasing.”, he brushes a strand of hair from his face, his gaze becomes thoughtful, “That’s gonna be a very interesting match…I bet the journalists will ask us about it in the press conferences after our single matches tomorrow.”

“Really? I mean, yes it will be special, but not THAT special.”, you wrinkle your nose as you rock your head from one side to the other, “I don’t see a reason why we should talk about it that much.”

“Honestly?”, he closes the laptop and frowns, “I think it will be very special. I mean, that’s the first time we will play against each other. We’ll have to fight each other and in the end one of us will lose, you know?”, he looks at you with big eyes, his tone is serious, “Just imagine: I’m hitting an ace during the last set and that’s the reason you lose the match.”,  he pauses for a moment before starting again, “Wouldn’t that be a strange feeling? One of us would be happy and the other one is sad?”

“Stef, it’s just a tennis match.”

“And you don't take this seriously enough!”

Instead of discussing it further with him, you slide closer to him and kiss him for a long time.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Stefanos and Maria were leading 4:1 in the first set.

Your double partner and you simultaneously sit down on your bench and let out a loud sigh. While your partner grabs one of the drinking bottles, your eyes are fixed on your opponents – or rather on one opponent – as they walk past you to get to their bench.

“Stefanos looks so good in these colours – Adidas did great work with creating this kit”, you think while following the Greek with your eyes, “The light-coloured top contrasts beautifully with the dark trousers, which are almost skin-tight and-“

An elbow poking you in the side interrupts your thoughts: “Could you please stop staring at his ass for a moment?”, your partner's voice is like an energetic whisper, “I’m trying to focus!”

You feel your cheeks heat up and you clear your throat to suppress your embarrassment: “What?”

“Stop staring at your boyfriend! He is the enemy now!”

“I’m not staring!”

Denis says nothing in response, he just raises an eyebrow and shakes his head before he gets up from the bench to change sides.

“Hey! I’m not starring!”, you repeat as soon as you are next to him on the court, “I was…lost in thoughts, you know? Thinking about our strategy.”

“My dearest Y/N, don’t lie into my face, we both know that’s not true. Because whatever was going on inside your head: it wasn’t about our match strategy. I would even go so far as to say that it was all about Tsitsipas. Am I right?”

Unfortunately you couldn’t think of any argument against his words, so you just look at him with narrow eyes: “Why are you so annoying, Shapovalov?”

Denis just laughs at you and waits for the ball kids to hand him the balls for his service game.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

The rain came out of nowhere. The umpire had no other possibility than to stop the tiebreak.

“To be honest, I didn’t think we would make it to the tiebreak.”, Denis leans against the wall in the tunnel. You were told to wait in here until the umpire gets new information how to deal with the situation or until the rain stops.

You raise your head to look at your double partner: “Why not?”

Maria also looks over at you, Stef kneels a little apart from you to tie his shoes.

“I don’t know…you just seemed very distracted the whole set.”, Denis' grin has something suggestive, and he nods over to Stef.

Maria understands what he means and starts to laugh while she looks back and forth between you and Stefanos.

“Stop saying such things! The whole set you were making fun of me!”, you know your face is turning red like a tomato, you shoot him angry glances “I don’t know why I agreed to play doubles with you!”

Stef’s making his way back at you, first he looks at you but he knows you well enough to know you won’t answer any questions, so he looks at Denis, asking curiously: “Why is she angry at you?”

Your head snaps up and you shake your head vigorously as you literally beg Denis: “Denis, no! Please don’t-“

But your friend just grins at you and answers: “Because I pointed out that she isn’t entirely focused on the match but on you.”

“I hate you.”, you mutter while your face turns even redder.

Stef doesn't say a word. He just blinkes a few times before he softly smiles at you.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

You won the second set. Somehow.

Denis looks at you while you take a big sip from your water bottle: “How the hell did you return his last service?!”

“What do you mean?”, you nearly spiled the bottle because you tried to closed it with just one hand, the other hand was searching for the banana in your bag, “It was quite obvious that he was going for this variety?”

“What? I…what? No?”, Denis looks at you puzzled, “I mean, I couldn’t read his serving motion…how the hell did you do that?!”

“I’ve practised with Stef countless times and watched him practise even more. I guess, that’s why I can read his service game.”, you shrug.

And suddenly you realise the weight of your words.

Yes, you could read his last service game but it’s so much more.

You’ve been together for almost a year now – although it feels like you’ve been together for a little eternity. Most of the time you could read each other like an open book.

Stefanos always exactly knows how you are feeling and what to say to cheer you up or to encourage you when you’re down. At the same time, you always seem to know what Stef is thinking, what is on his mind and what is going through his head (although, to be honest, it has to be said that with Stef it was a lot of different things at the same time).

Maybe your ability to read his game wasn’t caused by your shared practise time but because you know this man like no other.

Your heart aches a bit as it hits your how much you love him.

Denis doesn’t notice your lost-in-thought look, instead he scowls at you: “Where was this service-game-reading during the first set? And especially during the tiebreak?!”

“And where was your first service during said time?!”

Denis says nothing in reply but makes a face.

After a few seconds of tense silence you both start laughing at the same time.

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Leaving the court after your winner interview, you fumble your mobile phone out of your bag. There were several messages on the display, but you just open the messages from Stefanos. He must have sent those three messages right after he left the court and came into the locker room.

Message 1: »I hate playing against you. Next time we’re playing as a mixed double. Together.«

Message 2: »You played amazing ❤️ And I love how happy and proud you looked after you aced me and won the deciding tiebreak. Congrats! 🥳«

Message 3: »Also: Hurry up with your press conference! I want to celebrate your win!🥂🥰«

You smile at his messages but can’t suppress a deep sigh: Yes, you are happy that Denis and you won the match but at the same time…you feel so sorry for Stef. And you feel kinda bad for winning while he lost.

Stef is right: it was a strange feeling playing each other.

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tagging: @bluetackbaby @lxndonorris @fedalev

[smallsimmer]

Get to Know Me- Sims Edition

Thank you @pixelatedpretties for the tag 🫡❤️❤️

I’m in the car riding back from dropping @pleaseputnamehere off back with her fam so excuse the phone formatting 🧌

What’s your favourite Sims death?

I haven’t actually *played* the game in years at this point, even when I did I never tried to kill my sims off intentionally so probably old age.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Alpha 100% I respect the people who use mm cc but I’ve always liked the alpha look for s3.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

I’ve never had to since I don’t play but when I did play I still didn’t, I didn’t really care if they gained or lost weight 🧌

Do you use move objects?

Hard to pose sims with it off so yes 🫡

Favourite Mod?

Pose player, I’d be lost without it.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

I think my first expansion was either pets or supernatural I can’t remember which it’s been so long but of the two supernatural was definitely my favorite.

Do you pronounce live mode or aLIVE or LiVing?

Living, I don’t like how aLIVE sounds.

Who’s your favourite sim that you’ve made?

Definitely Sparrow, I’ve had her in active use the longest and she’s gone through a lot of changes, I’d like to think if people associate a sim with my blog it’s her lmao.

Have you made a simself?

A really really bad one a long time ago.

Which is your favourite EA hair colour?

Can so tell these questions originated on the s*4 side haha, none tbh I make all my own hair colors.

Favourite EA hair?

I never use EA hairs but, I did download retextures of the island paradise hairs and I use the wet male hair that came with it sometimes.

Favourite life stage?

YA for sure

Are you a builder or are you in it for gameplay?

Neither lmao.

Are you a CC creator?

Technically ig lmao, I don’t upload cc publicly anymore but I still make/convert things for myself and my friends.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Oh that’s so cringe, my best friend tho is @pleaseputnamehere (pls come back I miss u already) as well as my other besties @mal-functioning @xinfibloomx also my bestie Alanna (I’ll tag her when I get home I need to bully her into posting more)

Do you have any sims merch?

No actually which is funny considering I’ve ran a blog about it for like ten years almost atp

How has your “Sims Style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Definitely gotten a lot better than it was, first version sparrow was….. interesting. I didn’t know how to make skins or anything back then and I had a lot of friends whose sims looked a lot better than mine, made me want to improve my own sims.

Whats your Origin ID?

No thank you!

Who’s your favourite CC creator?

I’m kinda in the business of just using my own stuff but I do appreciate the people who convert poses and other things.

I mostly use stuff from (other than myself):

@pleaseputnamehere (ily)

@rollo-rolls

@ifcasims

@satellite-sims

There’s definitely more but I’m tired and blanking rn

How long have you had simblr?

That post that tells you said I made my blog on November 30th 2013 so my blogs turning 10 this year I suppose.

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Sara’s reshade preset she made plus actions in PS she made, other than that it’s a matter of what needs to be liquified what needs to be fixed and how lazy I’m feeling that particular day.

What expansion/ stuff pack is your favourite?

Supernatural, I used to make households that had each life state in it and play like that for hours when I was younger.

tagging:

@pleaseputnamehere

@xinfibloomx

@mal-functioning

[columbiafawn3]

It’s midnight and I’m thinking of what my aesthetic would be described as in terms of my spaces and makeup rather than clothes.

My interior design for my bedroom is definitely shaped by my love for museums and the way they display things in old museums. There’s a very coastal vibe to my room because of all the shells and coral, but I try to add a touch of history and intellectualism with the books. Idk if that rlly comes across as much as I’d like, but I suppose it takes a certain type of person to understand the art.

I want to take elements of grunge, like the Fiona Apple « criminal » music video, but make it like North Shore rich kid grunge. Lots of white and middle class status symbols but depicted through a grunge lens. Like « Party at a rich dude’s house » but after you tried to clean it up cos your parents are coming home. I want to blend luxe with trashiness in a way I can’t quite put my finger on yet.

Like I rlly like the grunge aesthetic and the eclectic look of rave culture, but I want to maintain a degree of sophistication and middle class prétention because in some sense that’s all I’ve got…

In terms of my makeup style, I’d say it relies on small focus points that make it look like I’m wearing a lot more makeup than I am. Like if I do an eye look, it’s indiscernible if I’ve also got concealer or foundation on — honestly once I have an eye look or a lip colour on, I could be wearing a full face and it would look the same. I have a theory it’s because I have quite a high contrast complexion with my dark eyebrows, eyes and lips, so everything in between looks a lot more evened out. So, when I wear foundation and really even out my skin, it just looks scary because it’s just eyes and lips poking out of my face. Yes sometimes I do like that look and I do it for dramatic effect when I want to make a statement.

So yeah my makeup style is mostly about bold eye looks. Recently I’ve been really drawn to blue eyeshadow. Today and yesterday, I focused the colour on my inner corner and dragged it down beneath my eye where there’s a natural shadow, instead of bringing it onto my eyelid like I usually would. It actually looked so cool and honestly went with my face better than eyeshadow on my eyelid.

I think that’s something I’ve been thinking about especially this year: the natural shadows and shapes on my face and how I can use makeup to trace them without forcing lines or angles. I simply want to decorate, not change my face. Even contour I usually neglect because it draws attention away from the more important places on my face.

It’s funny to think how insecure I am about looking « European » when in reality it’s probably quite a covetable look. Ig maybe it’s just a delayed adolescent desire to blend in and be normal. Because when I hear « you look European », I hear « you look like you don’t belong in Australia and your parents are probably immigrants and you’ll never truly be part of Australian culture », which is definitely a lot of projections and internalised nonsense. But yeah, I don’t really take pride in being European, like maybe I should. I more so see it as something that holds me back from being « one of the beach boys ».

Like ideally, I would look like this guy

But I realise that it’s simply not possible.

I covet that all-American look so much because I know I will never attain it.

Anyway, so makeup-wise, I try to make interesting edits to my face. Lots of bold eye looks and interesting textures. I try not to construct entire eye looks because they just feel too « travaillé ». I want to look effortlessly cool - like I’ve just put colour on my face because I’m so liberated from conventional masculinity and I’m a bit of a party girl who also blends into polite society ». For me, it’s about creating that tension between classic and rule-breaking, which I think expresses my personality more than an overt expression of either one. Like if I went full Alt, something of my innocence would be lost, but if I went full classic, dressed like a 50s leading man, I would feel like I was performing masculinity.

I actually think my style is interesting because of what it says about my position in the world. There’s is a pressure to perform masculinity to keep the peace, but I think I take it to an extreme by wearing collared shirts and quite formal clothes on the daily, almost as a backlash against the pressure. I’m giving them what they want, but in a way that pushes it too far and makes them uncomfortable. If they want good boy, then they can have it, and I’m not going to do that mild teenage rebellion thing of wearing band tees and sports clothes as my way to « break out of the mould », because that in itself is a moulded way to break out of the mould. My style is almost a parody of masculinity.

Idk maybe I’m giving myself too much credit here. I’m not making some bold statement against the stifling patriarchal hegemony of suburban Sydney by wearing country road. I mainly wear country road because my mum buys from there and trust the brand and because I know their clothes are good quality and generally safe. Like ik if country road is selling them, they won’t be outrageous on the streets of lindfield. Because I don’t trust my judgement when it comes to what is and isn’t « too much ». I tend to take things a bit far.

Im wondering what makeup I’m going to do tomorrow for work. Part of me is feeling a blue eyeshadow under the eye moment, but maybe it’s more of a burgundy lip day. Idk either way I want it to be a bit avant garde and runway, but not too effortful. I never want to look « travaillé ». Even though the simple act of wearing makeup is travaillé in itself. See, again, my life is defined by tensions that translate into my aesthetics

[hamstergiukie]

Lost L.GW

Repost from my old account

synopsis: a lost tabby cat finds his way onto your porch, when you find out he’s a lost hybrid you take him in and love him. can you discover his past?

characters: tabby cat hybrid!Giuk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, hybrid au

warnings: animal abuse, branding, excessively cute Giuk but that isn’t a bad warning:’),

song rec: waiting on a miracle from encanto, turbulence by ateez

notes: why is it so hard to write for my own ult bias please send help. it was requested that i do some more hybrid!onewe fics and i hope this does a good job:’) i have never heard of me editing a fic in my life apparently, gl this probably makes no sense 🤪

finding a cat on your back step is not what you expected from this morning. last night you had heard some rustling in the backyard but told yourself it was just the wind. turns out it was a tabby cat. he was really fluffy, with short legs and big round eyes. you were sort of concerned when you noticed one of his ears was dyed a vibrant teal colour, you thought maybe a group of kids had tried dying his fur but he seemed healthy other than being dehydrated and starving.

luckily you kept some cat food on hand for strays and he seemed to really appreciate a proper meal and a warm place to sleep. he slept peacefully by your side on the couch while you watched TV. an emergency alert popped up on your TV while you were watching. “this message is to alert city residents that a tabby cat hybrid went missing on January 1st, 2022.” the message switched from the automated voice to a distressed woman’s voice. “his name is Giuk, he has a teal streak in his blond hair and when he’s in cat form the teal streak translates to his ear. he is very precious to us, if you find him please call (xxx) xxx-xxx.” the message ended abruptly.

you looked beside you at the cat you had taken in. his big eyes looked back at you, assessing your reaction to the message. “Giuk?” you asked quietly. the cat blinked at you, his form changing before your eyes. “yes.” he mumbled. “why were you on my back step?” you asked, Giuk sighed. “i ran away. the family i was with weren’t very nice to me and i couldn’t take it anymore. i don’t know why i ended up in your backyard, i was hungry and tired and your house smelled good… please don’t turn me in, i don’t want to go back there! i’ll do anything, i’ll leave and i won’t come back-” he stopped mid sentence, tears rolling down his cheeks. you cooed gently at him, “it’s okay, i won’t turn you in. you can stay here until i figure out what to do. okay?” you wiped away his tears with your thumb, he nodded wordlessly.

during the next couple of days you struggled to figure out what to do, you could appeal to the hybrid protection program. but you had no evidence of abuse or mistreatment and Giuk wouldn’t tell you anything about his past. at this rate you were worried you would have to either leave the city with him or turn him in. besides the fact that you were essentially hiding someone’s ‘property’ (you hated calling a living being property but that is how the law would see it), you got along really well with Giuk. he was sweet, cute and extremely cuddly. you wondered how anyone could mistreat such a kind hybrid.

one day when Giuk was laying with his head in your lap, you noticed a scar on his neck. when you looked closer you saw it was actually a brand. ‘property of the Smith family’ stretched in tiny letters along the base of Giuk’s neck. you ran your finger gently over where the letters marred his skin. he flinched slightly, his eyes focusing intently on you. he was now much more comfortable with you, he liked being by your side and he knew he wouldn’t be able to be by your side if he didn’t tell you about his past.

so the second your eyes met his after staring at the scar on his neck, everything came tumbling out like a waterfall. in another life he could have been a rapper (😉). your heart broke for Giuk, he had been through so much. the abuse he had suffered was evident by the scars that littered his delicate skin. “thank you for trusting me Giukie, i’m going to keep you safe okay? nothing bad is going to happen.” you brushed your fingers through his hair, Giuk smiled and his nose scrunched. you cooed at him and pinched his cheeks.

you appealed to the hybrid protection program, and they agreed that Giuk had been mistreated. his previous ‘family’ was investigated and banned from having any more hybrids in the future. but there was still one more obstacle in your way; you had to adopt Giuk. because of his background and your hiding him, the HPP (hybrid protection program) was making you jump through several hoops to adopt Giuk. first there was the criminal record check, then the mental health assessment, then the house check and finally several weeks worth of hybrid care classes.

all the while the HPP held Giuk in their facility and refused to let you see him. when you had met all of their requirements you were allowed to pick Giuk up and take him home. when you arrived at the HPP’s facility, he was handed to you in a cat career. inside he was fast asleep. Giuk’s handler explained that he hadn’t let anyone near him since he was brought to them, he stayed in cat form and scratched anyone who came close to him. “we thought it would be best for him to be ‘asleep’ when you picked him up.” the man explained. you glared at his back as he walked away.peeking into the carrying case you sighed at Giuk’s disheveled state. on the way home you glanced at his carrier every once in a while. at home you let him sleep off the anesthesia while making supper. when he finally emerged from his room, he was confused but also excited to be home. “y/n!! i thought they would never let me come home, it felt like forever!” Giuk pouted at you, although his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. you giggled quietly, “did you really think i wouldn’t break in there and save you if i had to?” you asked quietly, nose buried in his neck. “i knew you would come for me, i just had to wait.” he whispered into your hair. you smiled, this is home.