#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

[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.

---

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!

[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.

[won4kiss]

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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.

the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.

you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.

that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.

the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.

he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !

while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.

you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.

you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.

instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.

when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.

sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.

his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.

intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.

instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.

sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.

after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.

"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"

he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.

you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.

“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”

"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.

unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.

this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.

each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.

despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.

one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.

"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.

"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.

"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.

the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!

you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."

sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.

"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.

"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”

“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”

“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.

his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.

the next few days were unsettling for you.

after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.

sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.

the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.

sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.

"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"

they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,

"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."

the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.

worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.

you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.

it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.

without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.

"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."

“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”

sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.

"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"

you nodded, tears still in your eyes.

"yes. i promise!"

you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.

“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.

when you pulled back, you asked,

"have you been locked away because of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head.

"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."

you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.

sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.

"i'm glad you came to find me."

he whispered, completely love struck.

"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.

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[thequeenoffishburrito]

(This is just going to be some autistic rambling over here. I tried to word this properly and make it sound coherent but really it's a mess and kind of apparent i dont fully know wtf I'm trying to talk about so feel free to ignore. I just had to get these thoughts out of my brain cuz on one hand I feel like I'm going crazy like I cant be the only one who sees it but maybe I'm just dumb who knows.)

If I have one grievance with Elphelt in strive it's that her throwback skin (skin 2) is a bit of a let down.

Like this is her regular outfit/skin

White hair with pink jacket and accessories. Beautiful, they go together, immaculate.

Like the majority of the strive cast, her strive outfit is a MAJOR change from her previous design and the outfit looks more like normal everyday clothes you can find in a store rather than a costume with extra elements sewn ontop of it. (Doesnt mean I dislike her xrd deisgn tho, the opposite actually, I absolutely LOVE IT and is one of the reasons I got into guilty gear to begin with) .

Now when she was announced of course I had hoped shed get a callback to her old design and of course they did!!! However I have some issues with it...

Now it seems fine for the most part, white with pink accents/elements, which normally yes, should work, but the white jacket on white dress, (not to mention she has white wrist bracelets even though her chocker is pink) doesn't look that all great. It's all too white.

Like I get it, they want to keep the colour scheme like her xrd deisgn, but her xrd design is supposed to be reminiscent of wedding dress. The white long sleeves she has are supposed to be the fighting game equivalent of wearing a shrug/bolero to go with the dress.

In strive she's a death metal singer, thus sporting a leather jacket, choker/wrist bands fingerless gloves, and shes covered in spikes (though the petticoat puffing up her skirt also adds a bit of a "cutesy idol" look).

My point I'm trying to make is unlike a her xrd design where the white shrug goes well with the white dress, blending together in a sense, here it's like more apparent they're 2 pieces and because there isnt enough pink on it, it just doesnt look that great. I understand the sentiment of not wanting to put a full pink jacket but I feel like they could've still added some pink accents to it. (Apologises for the shitty edit below)

If they just added pink accents under the jacket and maybe even made her bracelets/thigh highs pink it would've looked SOOO much better imo because M A N. I love her xrd design so much, and while I love strive deisgn I missed her pink hair and seeing the throwback skin made me a little sad.

Tldr, idk who at arc system works did the throwback skin for elphelt in strive but they shouldve added pink accents to the jacket and such cuz the white on white hurts my eyes.

[minairentaraa]

Okay, so... there is something on my mind lately...

If you are a little internet gremlin like me and like to watch cute pictures (drawn or real person photos) of cute dresses, hair ideas, etc. because it calms down my nervous system, you may fall down into that pitch black and rather deep hole I happened to fell into.

What you see on, for example, pinterest are mostly edited photos. Or not even photos, because in these days AI can make rather perfect photos and likely art as well.

There are also observation and perception bias these images make in our minds, because if you tend to always look at pictures of perfect bodies, hairstlyes (including long and faboulos hairs) you start to think this is the real world. And yes, I speak to those who spend most of their days on the internet. Not only AI art and pics will help to make this whole another perception of the world in your head, but those real girls you see with the same hair colour and cute head shape, beautiful face? Those are 90% the same girl in different exoposures, dresses, hairstyles, etc. Maybe it's obvious for people but there isn't 20-30 different but equally beautiful people out there - there is only one. But we can see hundreds of pictures of them, creating the image in our head that most people look like that!

The real world is not even close. In the real world you won't find two identical head shape, body shape, skin texture, hair texture, etc. We are all different. Maybe you will say "touch grass for God's sake", but I think there are people after Covid who tend to stay in safety, or there are other problems in their life and internet became their safe place. But that safe place can make you hate yourself. You won't even look like those picture and that is a rather good thing! You don't need to want to look that skinny, or that muscular, or anything. You can fight for it, you can go to the gym, you can change your lifestyle, you can grow out your hair, take vitamins, etc. and time will tell it can help, but you won't ever look like those.

Just want to look like yourself. That's all. It's important.