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[dilemmaontwolegs]

ANGRY SEX WITH CHARLES PLEASE IM B(p)EGGING

Another Lie || CL16

Warnings: Angst, smut, drug and alcohol use, unhealthy relationship WC: 2.2k

F1 Masterlist || Alessandro for those who haven't seen || Part Two

The club in the casino was at its busiest hour but you no longer saw all the people beneath the strobe lights or even heard the quick beats of the bass that could have been your heartbeat. Your focus was on the single tattoo you had spotted on the man leaving the VIP area where you were partying the night away.

How many people had a Ferrari-red Guido tattooed on their bicep?

You scanned the crowd again and spotted the man making his way to the exit. There was no doubt with his dark hair and short, shaped beard that it was Charles’ mechanic, Alessandro. You could only hope he didn’t recognise you from all the time you had spent in their garage.

You weren’t going to let thoughts of the team, and particularly their driver, ruin your night as you shaped another line of powder with your credit card and let it clear your mind.

You felt his entrance like an earthquake, invisible and dangerous. The moment he stepped into the nightclub a tremor rolled through the crowd and your eyes found the epicentre making his way to the VIP area.

You swallowed another shot as his shape came into focus and you licked the drop of alcohol on your lips as you found your voice. You were conscious of the coke coursing through your body and forced yourself to speak slowly as you tried to hide the evidence. “You’re meant to be in Italy.”

“Race was cancelled, don’t you read the news?” he bit back sharply, making you roll your eyes.

“If you’re here to be an asshole you can just fuck off.”

He bent down, his hand gripping the back of your chair as he blocked out the crowd behind him. With his face mere inches away from yours you were struck by the way his eyes caught the laser lights that danced around the room, and the scent of his cologne on his neck.

“What the fuck?” His hand caught your chin and tipped your head back so you were staring directly at the lights on the ceiling and he growled in the back of his throat. “Again?”

“You’re meant to be in Italy,” you reiterated.

“Then who were you planning to take care of you, huh?” he shoved your head away before standing at his full height and snapping his fingers. “We’re going.”

“I’m not yours anymore, Charles, you can’t order me around.”

His perfect white teeth glinted with his dark smile and he tugged you to your feet so quickly that you crashed into his chest where he held you tightly. “You’ll always be mine, even when you’re not.”

He grabbed your clutch from the table and picked up your credit card that was beside it, wiping off the white powder that cling to the edge. “You promised me no more.”

“And you promised me forever. Guess we both lied.”

The car ride was slow as Charles navigated the narrow streets of Monaco on a busy Saturday night. You didn’t want to go slow.

The purr of the engine reminded you of the long drives he would take you on along the coast, freeing the Pista from her urban cage and screaming down the winding highways.

“I don’t want to go home.”

Charles looked away from the road to see you staring longingly at the mountains beyond the city. “Where do you want to go?”

Your forehead rested on the cold glass and you moaned quietly at the refreshing touch on your burning skin. “Anywhere but there.”

Charles reached over and grazed his knuckles over your cheek to feel the heat radiating from them and sighed. Turning sharply, he gave into your request and drove away from your apartment, instead taking you to his new one - the one he had purchased after moving out.

There had been too many nights like this, where he came and saved you from yourself, and every time he said it was the last time. 

Every time it ended the same.

It started with an arm around your waist, steadying you as you climbed the stairs in towering heels. It started with his hand on your nape and his fingers digging into your skin, his cold palm chasing away the heat flashes that came with your high. It started with his voice, deep and melodic as he suggested changing into something more comfortable. 

It would end in his bed. It would end with your nails marking his skin and his teeth marking yours. It would end with sweaty limbs tangled between messy sheets as he replaced your high with another.

His touch wouldn’t be gentle like it had been back when you were in love, and his lips wouldn’t tease your skin with sweet kisses and whispered praises. No, this was weeks of ignoring the bond you still shared and the resentment that came with the inability to move on all coming to an explosive head.

“Is this what you do when I’m away? This dress barely covers your ass,” he growled as he stood behind you in the mirror and drew the zip down your back, letting the material slide down your body to pool on his bedroom floor. His fingers traced the thin strip of lace over your hip before following the design covering your pussy and he pushed it aside to feel how wet your body was for him. “Anyone could have seen what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.” You squirmed as your needy tone betrayed your words and you felt his smirk on your shoulder as those green eyes pierced yours in the reflection. 

He didn’t need to correct you, he needed to own you. 

His teeth bit into your shoulder as he buried two fingers into your cunt and your cry softened to a moan as he licked the mark he left.

“Do I need to remind you again?” he taunted as he curled his fingers inside you to find the spot that left stars dancing around your vision. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped open at the order and you remembered why you fell so easily back into this toxic routine. Only he could challenge you and push you the way he did, only he could control you with a few short words. But only you could defy him.

His jaw ticked as you met his eyes and he saw you weren’t ready to back down, the drugs and alcohol in your system feeding your confidence. “Either fuck me or I’ll find someone else.”

Your legs almost buckled as he slapped his palm over your pussy and it was only his arm curled around your waist that kept you upright. “There is no one else for you. It’s just me. Comprendre?”

“You’re never here,” you said as you tipped your head back on his shoulder and looked up at him under your lashes. “And I get so lonely.”

His body disappeared as he stepped back and then you were on your back on his bed with the chandelier glittering above, a laugh bubbling from your lips as he pinned you beneath him. 

“What was that, bella?” He waited impatiently for you to answer, the French leaking into his words as much as the anger in his eyes. 

You rolled your hips against his thigh that kept your legs spread and moaned at the friction his jeans made with your lace panties. “Alessandro looked pretty hot tonight.”

You were playing with fire, but god did you love the burn. 

“Don’t you dare,” he growled as his thigh pressed forward and he grabbed your hands, pinning them to the pillows above your head so there was nothing to stop him from biting your ear lobe before promising, “I’m going to fuck you so stupid, you won’t even remember his name.”

Your head tipped back with defiance so you could see the potent mix of anger and desire dancing in his eyes. “Alessandro…”

Charles caught your chin in his hand and licked his lips as he shook his head. “Brat.” The word should have held venom but it was too soft and then he stole the air from your lungs with a demanding kiss before you could overthink it further. In fact, all thoughts were completely erased from you except for the one where you needed to feel more of his skin on you.

He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second so you could pull his shirt over his head before the harsh press of his lips were back against yours and his tongue forced your mouth to open wider for him. This was how it was with him in control and you taking everything he had to give. He was right, you did belong to him.

“Charles, please, fuck me,” you begged shamelessly as need for him washed away sense of reason.

A huff of irritation puffed from your lips as he stood up but when you saw it was to rid himself of his jeans you grinned in triumph. 

He smirked at the sight and crawled slowly, teasingly up your body with that wicked gleam in his eyes. “You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” In a second you were on your stomach as he flipped you over before pulling your hips up off the bed. “This is what you want, right?”

He gripped the lace panties with two hands and tore them off your body. Your back arched at the sudden rush of cool air to your cunt and he chuckled at your eagerness. 

“Why should I fuck you?” he asked as he fisted his cock and teased your slick entrance before pushing just the tip inside. You could do nothing as he held your hips positioned with his strong hands, your cunt desperately needing the rest of him to be buried deep inside. “Give me one good reason, bella.”

There was no mistaking the bite to his words now, the anger lacing each syllable as his fingers left their imprints on your skin. You knew what he wanted to hear, those magic words that would make him snap his hips forward with a possessive growl. 

“Because I’m yours,” you whispered to the sheets before you buried your face in them with a cry as he gave you all that you asked for and more. 

Your fingers searched blindly for anything to hold before he released your hips and laced his fingers over yours. “Mine,” he breathed down your neck as his body pressed you deeper into the soft sheets and the tension left your body as you felt safe under the weight. 

Your head was dizzy from the bacchanal night and you could hardly draw enough air into your lungs as a fine tremor began to spread across your body. The deep groan in your ear had your core clenching and when he licked the tender skin where he had bit you it was enough to tip you over the edge and into the spiralling blissfulness of release. 

“Yours,” you panted through the waves of pleasure that reached a new height when he marked you once more.

You could have left your body and floated right out of the room with the high you felt. But it all came crashing down when he pulled out and the warmth of his seed hit your lower back instead of filling you.

Charles released a shuddering breath as he sat back on his heels and smirked at the mess he made, the anger that usually faded after he came still lingered in his eyes. “Now you look like a whore.”

“Fuck you, Charles.” You rolled over and enjoyed the annoyed grimace on his face as you wiped his come on his sheets before getting up and swiping your dress from the floor.

“Where are you going? It’s 3am.”

“Anywhere you aren’t,” you muttered as you found what shreds remained of your panties and dropped the useless pieces of material back to the ground.

“Just come back to bed, I’ll take you home in the morning.”

You slipped your feet into your heels and grabbed your belongings as you made your way through his apartment. “No, this was a mistake. It’s always a fucking mistake, but this is the last time.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he called out from the bathroom as he turned on the shower. “Stop being dramatic and let me clean you up.”

You heard the sounds of the water change and knew Charles had stepped under the rainfall shower head. You could already picture him combing his hair back with his fingers as he lathered up the personalised shampoo that was made just for him, the water running over his chest, and knew if you stepped foot in that bathroom there was only one way it ended.

“One last time,” you muttered under your breath as you kicked your heels off and placed your clutch with his car keys on the table next to the door. You slipped your dress off at the door to the bathroom and saw Charles’ silhouette opaque behind the steamed glass wall. “One last time,” you silently promised yourself before stepping in.

But it was another lie.

Click here for part two.

[drieddpetals]

modern things the crows would love

(based of the reference of them being in the victorian era)

(also, i've seen a couple people do this so full credit to them for inspiring this)

kaz:

* (secretly) card shuffling asmr/those asmr videos where they teach you card games, even tho he knows how to play them already

* (when he was a kid) those diaries where you have to have a code to get in with a speaker to record messages in

* ^^ also diaries with locks on them

* combination locks

* hard swing jazz

* mean girls (movie & musical)

* "dark acadamia" literature

* making sure everyone in a fifteen mile radius of him knows that frankenstein was the DOCTOR and the monster was frankenstein's MONSTER

* making up conlangs/ciphers for fun

* ^^ getting the crows to memorize them so they can communicate secretly

* gloves with pads on the fingers that let you use screens

inej:

* tumblr aesthetic moodboards

* taking hyperspecific uquiz personality quizzes

* crystal jewelry

* competitive gymnastics & tumbling

* claw clips & french pins

* colored eyeliner & mascara

* midi skirts

* making boards on pinterest—sharing those boards with jesper & wylan

* ^^ having massive joint pinterest boards with all the crows

* leg warmers

* ballet & "ballet aesthetic"

* any movie with natalie portman

* birkenstocks but specifically the ones with a holder for your big toe (idk if this makes sense)

* phantom of the opera

* oil diffusers

* american girl dolls

jesper:

* laser tag

* rollerskating & roller derby

* plato's closet

* tourist jewelry

* volleyball

* colored & funky shaped sunglasses

* just dance 2

* bruno mars

* fall out boy

* cargo shorts

* hamilton

* finding obscure fashion inspo on pinterest

* showing everyone how he can run barefoot on gravel

* gyaru fashion

* sour candy

* mt. dew

* saying, "i'm just joshing you" ironically

* sneezing extremely loud on purpose when it's dead silent

wylan:

* papa louie arcade games

* laufey

* asmr

* flute beatboxing

* green and brown colored converse

* tumblr aesthetic moodboards

* magnetic puzzle tiles

* percy jackson

* moisturizer with sunscreen in it

* the great comet of 1812

* dr. pepper

* accidentally dropping really traumatizing memories bc he genuinely thinks they're just funny stories from his childhood

* watercolor pencils

* shazam & the google "hum a tune" feature

nina:

* forever 21

* lush

* those mommy baking blogs that post their whole life stories before the recipe

* french tip manicures but in any other color but white

* ^^ also charms on nails

* gel manicures

* megan thee stallion

* lip gloss

* juicy couture

* the met gala

* amy winehouse

* duolingo/memrise/babbel

* panera bread

matthias:

* ^^ also, those mommy baking blogs that post their whole life stories before the recipe

* volunteering at animal shelters

* carhaart & patagonia

* those massage chairs at malls

* apple watches

* buying those massive bottles of ibuprofen at costco

* ^^ buying bulk protein powder from costco

* ^^^ generally he just likes costco & buying things in bulk

* colored fairy lights (HATES LED light strips)

* those big tubs of aquaphor

* vera bradley blankets

* gallon water bottles with the motivational time checkpoints

* at home gyms

* the classic white boy flannel over hoodie combo

* jacuzzis

* massage guns

* steel toe boots

* yawning and sneezing like a dad

* hair and beard oil

[ominoose]

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

Pairing: Leto Areides x Afab!Reader Prompt: Power Imbalance & Alien Summary: You wake up in an alien ship, being experimented on. Their leader offers "sympathy" and a deal. Warnings: Smut, extremely dubious consent WC: 1.7K

Kinktober Masterlist

Cold metal was the first thing you were conscious of when you groggily came to life, blinking wildly at the blinding white light above you. Basic instinct made you attempt to bring your arm up as a shield, but when nothing happens, panic blossoms in your chest.

Finally taking stock of your surroundings, it immediately registers that you are nowhere familiar. In your gut, something screams danger. In the back of your mind, processes grind to a halt. The room is like no architecture you have seen before, all curves, odd shades of beige and shapes that don't make sense. 

Looking down you're completely bare, laid flat on a glowing slab. There are no bindings and yet trying to move feels like trying to tug a limb out of cement. The sudden sob that manages to escape you lets you know your mouth at the very least is still in your control, but the only answer to your cries for help are not ones you want.

The wall across from you slides open on its own, and a group clad in white uniforms enter with vacant, almost bored expressions. The aesthetic is once again foreign to you, some of them with strange markings tattooed into their face, but they look human. Your gut warns that they are not.

Whatever they are, they lack in the basic empathy and compassion you would associate with the average human. Without hesitation they're upon you, prodding you with metal instruments, shining lights across your limbs. A searing laser carves a small line across your chest and with trained hands someone takes swatches from the blood pooling around the hollows of your ribs. 

Not once did they bat an eye at your tear stained cheeks, your screams. You couldn't even thrash away from them, completely helpless to whatever their whims.

You don't notice the door opening through your panic, only realising someone had entered when the group of scientists turn and bow.

The man immediately strikes you as regal, commanding the attention of all those in the room. His uniform is militaristic, with gold trimmings and braided cords laid against his shoulder. A well groomed, peppered beard shadows the lower part of his face but doesn't hide the lips set in a stern line. 

"Please, please, make this stop, I'm begging you, make them stop." Your begging is barely coherent, still struggling to catch your breath, your lungs being the only part of you still functioning as normal under the circumstances.

Shocked expressions litter the faces of everyone around you, giving rise to a feeling of immediate regret and fear within you. Clearly you weren't expected to have spoken, but given your situation you weren't going to waste a chance. 

Only a single, thick eyebrow raises at your outburst, the man's eyes raking over your coldly before he steps forward with calculated steps.

When he reaches you he regards you seriously, raising a hand to brush away a stray tear with a curled finger.

"I apologise for my people's lack of hospitality, this must be very stressful for you."

You nod fervently, hope flooding through you when he shares understanding, a realistic outlook on such a situation.

"You're dismissed." His eyes never leave yours as his voice booms across the room. The reaction amongst the group is immediate, all of them dropping what they're doing and leaving through the door in a barely orderly manner. 

Only your sniffling breaks the silence as he quietly rounds you, assessing you, eyes softening ever so slightly. His silence isn't what you wanted, and in desperation you venture further.

"P-Please let me go. I don't know what's going on but I won't tell the police. Please, I just want to go home."

Your words seem to confuse him for a moment before recognition sparks in his eyes and an amused smile plays at his lips.

"Oh, my dear, you're not on your planet anymore. You're aboard my ship. My name is Leto Atreides, I believe your people would class me as an alien."

Part of your brain clings to what your reality was, clings to the fact that aliens and abductions are science fiction. With white knuckles your mind desperately begs to be told the real truth, to turn and see a window that reveals a normal street. Another part of your brain seems to have already known this wasn't the case.

"I don't think now is the appropriate time for a history lesson. All you need to know is you were brought here a few months ago, in deep sleep, to be studied. Again, I apologise at how stressful this must be, I had hoped my scientists would have extended the hospitality House Atreides is known for but alas, I assumed wrong."

The more he attempts to clarify the situation, the more your mind is caught between shutting or breaking down. To you, only a few hours before had you went to sleep on a rainy October night, and yet in a defenseless state you'd been carted across galaxies without a clue. Never had you felt so small, and so desperate.

"H-How long will you keep me here? What are you going to do to me?"

As fresh tears stream down your face he frowns, brushing them away with his thumb.

"I'm truly sorry, but I cannot let you go so easily. I have many councils waiting on this research, as well as other Houses funding it. To simply let you leave would be not only dangerous for myself and my people, but for you."

He leans closer, eyebrows knitting together as he strokes your cheek. Through quiet sobs you lean into his hand as much as you can, relishing the small comfort.

"I cannot let you leave. However…"

Again, a spark of hope is ignited at his prodding, stoking you, stringing you along.

"I do pride myself on giving others choice and chance. What say we make a deal? Since you are giving your body to important research for my House, in return, I will give you my time and boons. It might not sound like much, but as Duke Atreides, I will hear you and in time will do my best to carve out a route for your freedom."

The husky voice lulls you into a sense of security, making sense to your trauma ridden brain. It continues to stoke the fires of hope within you. Powerless and naked in front of him, completely paralyzed, it's the only chance you have, dangled in front of you like a carrot.

"What do I need to do?"

It seemed like precisely the words he wanted to hear. With a satisfied smile he steps closer, his hand lazily stroking up and down the skin of your thigh.

"We should cement some trust for each other, primarily your own. You're completely alone here, worlds away from home. Allow yourself to trust me, let me be an ally."

The calloused hand strayed upwards, stilling over your abdomen. A warmth emanated over your skin, a sharp contrast to the cold prickling over the rest of your body, grounding you. Further you lowered your guard, allowing yourself to trust him.

When the hand strayed lower again, between your legs, you gasped. Unable to move, you had no way to jerk away from the rough finger that traced along the soft lips of your pussy. Instead, you could only stare as he looked down at you with an indescribable expression, drinking in every inch of you.

As soon as his finger prodded against your hooded bundle of nerves and your breath hitched, his eyes flew to your face. You recognised his steely expression now. He was observing you, just as those scientists had. 

You had little time to focus on the thought, the flame of hope only flickering out a little before he traced circles over your clit with his thumb. At the same time two fingers slowly entered you, curled and setting a steady pace. 

It surprised you to find yourself already wet, but you paid it no mind. With your eyes fluttering closed, still clinging onto the promises he made, you allow yourself to get lost in the familiar feeling building in your core. The heat was slow to spread over you, and without the ability to move you were forced to focus only on the growing pleasure.

Silently he slid a third finger in, increasing the pace more as his curled fingers hit the sweet spot deep within your walls. When your head jerked back ever so slightly as you whined and moaned, he was there to take it in, going harder, wet noises filling the air.

"That's it darling, give yourself to me. You can trust me." His voice reverberated within you, low and rumbling. 

Your defences were completely down now, walls clenching around his finger. Words wouldn't form in your throat and you were left a panting mess, straining to move yourself closer to him but frustratingly unable.

You were so close, and on his order you came apart.

"Cum for me."

His voice was a seething whisper and had such power over you, you wondered if you'd been injected with something. Your pussy became like a vice around his fingers as he let you ride out the orgasm, legs nearly cramping with the strain you tensed with. 

Wetness dribbled down the curves of your ass as he slowly pulled his fingers out. Staring curiously at the slick coating his fingers, Leto seemed struck by an impulsive thought. Bringing his fingers to his lips he sucked your wetness from his fingers, a tiny strand getting caught in the hair of his beard.

"Hm. You taste exactly like the women from Caladan." The musing seemed more for him than for you. Leto barely regarded you now, offering only a small smile and a pat on the leg before turning towards the door.

"I'll visit you again soon, my dear. Behave until then, and we'll see if I can't squeeze in some allowances for you."

Without a single glance back at you he left, leaving you alone in the alien room, wet slick drying between your legs.

[fredwkong]

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Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your “blue” holiday is about to begin!

Your pale eyes blink open, looking up at an achingly blue sky. You can feel salty waves lapping at your toned, tan muscles.

Slowly, you run your dark, callused hands up your chest, feeling your defined cumgutter abs and feeling up your tightly muscular pecs. You flick at your dark nipples, letting out a deep, gravelly groan at the erotic sensation.

You comb your sandy fingers through your salt-and-pepper beard, feeling the shape of your laser-cut jawline underneath. You don’t need a mirror to know that your face is perfectly masculine as you touch your nose ring, eyebrows, cheekbones. You let your shocking pale blue eyes flutter in your dark face. Every time you do that, it gets boys falling all over you.

All this self-worship has your perfect cock hardening in your blue swimshorts. You slide your hand across your hips and under the waistband, moaning to yourself as your fish out your dripping cock. Its salty tang in your nose adds to the eroticism of jerking off on the sand. You writhe in the gentle waves, the friction sending sparks of euphoria through your body.

With a shout, you cum, sending jets of semen arcing over your head into the blue water. Tucking your softening cock away, you relax into the water again. As long as you’re on vacation, you can do this as many times as you like.

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[levi-venn]

Been having Thoughts about the Mirror Batch! I picture Void and Memento with black hair (like most of the regs), and I picture Headshot with gray hair a couple shades darker than Crosshair's. Do you have any headcanons about what they look like? Or if they have any tattoos?

I'm so happy you asked! Here's your answer below. For anyone curious about these OCs, here is more information on The Mirror Squad

Physical Appearance of the Mirror Squad

Striker

It isn’t often Striker is found without his helmet and his jumpsuit which helps regulate his hypersensitive senses. However, his helmet and suit can’t protect him from the sensory overload of his own hair. For this reason, Striker isn’t just bald. He is hairless. He has pale thin cuts over his body from shakily and obsessively shaving any hair he can find. Circuit crafted a laser hair-removal device for his brother to protect his skin from that dangerous obsession.

Striker has no tattoos.

His eyes are a stormy light gray that constantly bounce around his surroundings, drawn to every sound and flicker of light that isn’t often heard or seen by his brothers.

Circuit

We actually get to see Cryptid-style images of Circuit in the series finale of Bad Batch. While Circuit's hair is cut short here, Circuit's hair tends to be up in a messy bun, his face scruffy from sheer disinterest in personal grooming until Headshot tells him to clean up. His hair is salt and pepper, the white strands borne from the stress of his augmentations. 

Circuit is a brilliant artist and is covered in tattoos he applies himself. The gentle buzzing and the consistent rhythmic pain allieviates the stress of his overactive mind and calm his twitchy body.

While his skin heals, Crunch happily volunteers as his “canvas” and will sit for hours while Circuit tattoos his brother. Circuit's tattoos are a series of colorful vectors, geometric shapes, a strings of lime green binary that spell out things like “I joined the GAR and all I got was insomnia and this tattoo” and “If found, return to Crunch”

Circuit is leaner than his brothers teetering on underweight due to an instable, high metabolism and nausea caused by sleep deprivation.

Crunch

Crunch's pigment is lighter than his brothers, more freckled, with sandy blonde buzz cut and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes are dark brown that are rumored to turn black when he is in "Rampage Mode", though this is mostly due to extreme pupil dilation.

Most of Crunch's body is tattooed at this point thanks to Circuit. Crunch’s favorite tattoo is on his chest of a Rancor wearing a rainbow party hat sitting next to a broken growth jar eating uj cake. This was a surprise tattoo from Circuit for Crunch's "Growth Jar Day", a holiday only Circuit and Crunch celebrate. 

Void

Void, our Eerily Calm Soldier, has no tattoos as he does not see the point in them. “The body is a decaying vessel, temporary like everything else.” Void does, however, see the point in paying special attention to his hair. In fact, Void is obsessive about his coal-black hair (black hair in honor of Fanfictasia's suggestion!), sculpting it daily into a short, narrow mohawk. His facial hair is meticulously groomed into a devilishly thin mustache with a stripe of hair on his chin.

Void has a multi-branched, red lightning scar on the right side of his chest that travels up his shoulder. The scar is from a mission gone wrong that resulted in Headshot saving his life, earning a permanent scar himself. Void never speaks of that mission, but he refused medical treatment of his own scar, wishing it to be permanent. It was a souvenir of the time Headshot saved his life.

Nothing "moves" Void emotionally, but Headshot's self-sacrifice was a fascinating event he thinks of often.

Headshot (CX-2)

Above is concept art for CX-2 ("Sniper Clone") by Dawn Carlos for the official Star Wars Bad Batch Episode Guide.

Headshot is the only Mirror Squad member that kept his appearance as close to a Regulation Clone as possible. It helped diffuse tension between his brothers and the Regs since the Regs saw him as a “familiar face”. This conscious choice was also part of his larger plan to convince more Regs to defecting from the GAR (a plan that ultimately sealed his and his squad's fate to be put On Ice, their memories wiped, and become CX Troopers).

Headshot's facial scar came from an IG-100 MagnaGuard's electro staff, a scar he earned saving Void from a fatal blow. Under normal circumstances, Void doesn’t aid his squad unless directed by Headshot, but on this mission the injured Void scooped up his unconscious brother and carried him back to base himself. Void nursed Headshot back to health personally, firing warning shots at any medics who tried to approach. 

Most of Headshot’s wound healed, leaving only a single long facial scar.

Void never talks about the incident, but the squad noticed Void was quicker to obey Headshot's directions after that day.

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Thank you again for the ask @fanfictasia. These characters are so much fun to explore and they develop just a little more with every ask!

[autogynocrat]

So what’d it take to accept yourself as being trans and stop giving a shit about the potential repercussions that might’ve come out of that?

LONG POST INCOMING! PLEASE BARE WITH ME! IT IS VERY RAMBLY! BUT I HAVE A TL:DR AT THE END IF YOU DONT HAVE THE PATIENCE TO READ IT ALL!

i had been grappling with the existential dread for years that "one of these days you will be too old to be a femboy, people won't think it's cute for a 35 year old man to dress feminine, they'll think its creepy. you're getting older and aging like a man more every year and soon you will be just like the sissies boomers in poorly fitting dresses that make you so uncomfortable.

you're going to have to give up and become a regular man soon" in 2019 i thought i had accepted my fate, and hoped i could at least age gracefully. i had previously suffered from recurring boughts of discomfort and disconnect with my body, particularly the shape of my jaw, shoulders, and the beard(the beard was the worst thing, it would leave me paralyzed for weeks during the summer every year, ever since around age 20 i have wanted laser hair removal). but it was the though of having to give up and live the rest of my life as a man that was the straw that broke the camels back for me.

but only one year later thinking about it started giving me a really bad identity crisis, i started crying and panicking whenever i thought about how i would have to live as a man for the rest of my life, it was genuinely horrifying, and i felt like "twinkdeath" was creeping up on me, and i found that if I actually wanted hormones it was extremely easy for me to obtain them with just a little bit of my discretionary spending.

i had been talking with some of my trans friends about my issues with gender, that i didnt really feel comfortable as a man, even though at the time i felt like i could never be a woman, some suggested i could be nonbinary. i remember before i finally bit the bullet i talked to a friend who was a transwoman about my gender issues, and after finding that what i was going through felt very similar to what she went through before transitioning, i decided "well, theres nothing wrong with me at least trying hormones, if i dont feel better i'll just stop, its better than being forced to live as a man for the rest of my life"

during the early months of my transition, maybe even the first year and a half, i still kinda identified as a "hrt femboy" or a "nonbinary bigender boygirl" bc i did not feel like i was a real woman or anything, i was just taking estrogen because it alleviated the bad feelings and made me feel happier with my body. i wasnt sure about having boobs yet but i considered it an acceptable tradeoff because everything else made me feel good about my body. i did however, look into SERMs(a type of hormone regulator that can supposedly block estrogenic activity in the breasts) and even briefly used some.

HOWEVER, july of my first year on hrt i got my fateful job at mcdonalds. this period i actually unironically feel like shaped my gender identity to some degree. during the pandemic we all had to wear masks so nobody saw my clocky man chin or anything like that, they just saw my effeminate estrogenized little tits and my beautiful eyes. i got she'd a lot, called pretty, told i was a sweet girl by customers who liked me, and even customers who didn't like me still acted like i was a girl, as they called me a stupid bitch, and said shit like "she got my order wrong" "she was rushing me" stuff like that. being perceived as a woman felt good...i started to identify more with that

a couple times i doubted i was really trans, had some kind of imposter syndrome, that A)i was a fake trans because i denied it for so long, or B) that i didn't DESERVE to be trans because i used to be kind transphobic at times. i tried to stop hrt. every time it didn't take long before i became super dysphoric and decided go to back on it. after a few attempts i kinda realized i belonged on hrt. and when my tits became smaller from attempting to stop i actually felt sad about it, thats how i realized, hey i actually like having boobs, its not a trade off, its one of the benefits

and then bridget came out in guilty gear strive. VERY CONTROVERSIAL thing because suddenly the femboy everyone liked was trans. but. the thing is. i found that very relatable. bc i was also the femboy everyone liked as a femboy, but was kinda trans now, and people who thought i was "based" before, were disgusted at me now. idk. i had a "shes just like me fr" moment and decided i didnt want to keep hiding behind being nonbinary or "hrt femboy" anymore, i wanted to be a girl too. so i just came out and was like yeah i'm she/her pls and my followers who still liked me were like "yeah everyone already saw this coming lol u arent surprising anybody"

anyways yeah the tl;dr is that i basically realized at 25 i could not bear to live with being a man for the rest of my life and i would rather transition than have to be a man, i would rather risk being hated, would rather risk infertility, rather than have to be a man,and it led me to talk to other trans people privately and realize oh hey its not normal for having stubble to send me into a massive depressive episode and thats actually gender dysphoria.

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[getmenaced]

I do have slight beef with the god Gale design.. just slight beef. I actually really like the chrome skin thing I know people clown on it. My only problem with it is that he still has regular skin texture so it just looks kind of weird? Like they should have smoothed his ass out. Controversial but I think they should have gotten rid of his beard too, or at least made it a different color than his skin because it like exactly matches the color of his skin which changes his whole face shape. Maybe they should have made both his hair and beard black? But honestly I think they should have just lasered his face and completely smoothed him to make him look weird and inhuman, since the whole tragedy of God Gale is that he was soooo human before and now hes not. I like his stupid outfit though. And I like that his balls are out under it as well.

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[winderlylandchime]

3x03 1/3 He is ready with a soda, coffee and a pack of cigarettes. The essentials to watch qaf: ‘okay let’s do this! How will they piss me off now?..look at my Bri Bri hanging out with his son! BRIAN? VOLUNTEERING? Yeah, right. He made files for them? I need an episode where they just show him working and coming up with shit because I wanna see my baby shine!!! HE IS MAKING THEM PAY THEM? HAHAHA GOOD FOR HIM! *he is now screaming on top of his lungs* 100% OF NOTHING OR 80% OF MORE THAN YOULL EVER FUCKING DREAM OF. BRIAN FUCKING KINNEY!!! although he would deliver that line bette- oh I don’t like that car.’ Tv is now paused because he has a lot of feelings about the car. ‘Jeep was better. Jeep is better! But if he wanted a classic or something cool, why not a mustang or something? And i know what youre gonna say! (I want everyone to know, i wasnt gonna say shit since idk shit about cars) People think ‘vette is better but i, a proud owner of a mustang 66 *holds his palm up* DIS *snaps his hand down* AGREE. This *waves to paused corvette* is shaped like a peanut! Nobody wants to drive in a peanut. Nobody likes that car unless they are 70. Why would he buy this? I get that he’s spending money cause he misses Justin but this? Not cute. And not to be hetero car dude but i just want to know what does he like about a peanut shaped car?’ There was A LOT more about the car..A LOT more. It involved youtube videos. ‘EVEN MIKE KNOWS ITS BOYFRIEND REPLACEMENT! FINALLY I AGREE WITH MI-oh god, see what this peanut did to me? It made me agree with Mike. YOU DID HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Oh look! Bri Bri isn’t suicidal about being 30 anymore. (Brian says he plans on being dead by 39) well never-fucking-mind. You are most definitely *starts singing* STAYIN ALIVE, STAYIN ALIVE AH AH AH AH STAYIN ALIVEEEEEEE BECAUSE I, I, I WONT LET YOU DIEEEEEE. Ohhhhh road trip to New York? COUNT ME IN! I love New York! Is he gonna go to new york and then blondie goes after him to kinda make a cool parallel to the time blondie ran off to new york? OH MY GOD I WAS SO WRAPPED UP IN THE PEANUT I DIDNT NOTICE THEYRE PLAYING MY FAVORITE SONG!! Stupid fucking peanut’ ‘i love seeing Debbie smile and happy but a cop? Really?’ ‘ITS BRIAN! Why does he look nervous? Did he just stumble? HES GOING TO JUSTIN?!?! OH MY GOD OKAY OKAY (his name) BE CHILL! We can do this, chill *pauses the tv and actually physically shakes his whole body* HE HAS A PROPOSITION?! Of course he went to Blondie for it, is he trying to win him back-no! We aren’t doing that Bri! He fucked up. But seriously is he trying to win him back? DIDNT HE TEACH YOU ANYTHING? Never do what youre good at for free! *waves to Brian* he is so hot.’ ‘What procedure did Melanie do? I dont wanna be dumb and wrong but how could she have something wrong with her uterus and then a laser can fix it all? That sounds wrong, did a man write this? Probably. Who will be the fath-BRIAN?! He didn’t even cause you that much problems. WHO KNOWS IF HES EVEN NEGATIVE?! FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HELL! He better not give her his sperm!’ Ethan just popped up on tv ‘OH FUCKING HELL i forgot he existed since i havent seen him in a while. HOW DARE YOU CALL HIM JUS! Nobody. Nobody on this Gods green earth is a bigger snob than you goat boy. No, someone HE knows, YOU don’t even know how to properly shave, call me back when you can actually grow a beard. He isn’t trying to win him back because HE didnt do anything wrong! You are SO fucking jealous. Jealous of his money, jealous of his life and jealous of his looks….rightfully so. But it doesn’t look good on you swetheart, just like that goatee. PROVE IT? I am begging every god that has ever been talked about to PLEASE MAKE THIS STOP’ *immediately pauses tv* ‘every time someone does or says something nice to BriBri, he asks what they want, HAS NO ONE BEEN NICE TO HIM EVER?! Except blondie until he fucked it up. And me! I’m nice to him too! I don’t want Brian to have more kids, i know theyre cute but what if you end up with a boring kid? What if you end up having a Ben?’

CARNIVAL! Such a good episode.

Brian making them pay him is so iconic. This guy.

YES I know nothing about cars so I'm glad your brother can weigh in that the Jeep is far better than the 'vette. Sorry not sorry, the corvette does look like a peanut and it screams mid-life crisis. And just to point out 30 IS NOT MID LIFE. (Sorry read a fic [in a different fandom] where the two characters were 34 and described as middle aged and I had to throw my phone across the room).

Your brother describing Brian as so hot gives me life. Thank you. And yes to all the screaming that he goes to Justin for the poster. You just know that was in his mind the entire time he was negotiating.

‘What procedure did Melanie do? I dont wanna be dumb and wrong but how could she have something wrong with her uterus and then a laser can fix it all? That sounds wrong, did a man write this? Probably. YES men definitely wrote this. Otherwise the female representation would have been... y'know... representative.

Melanie trying to decide who the father should be and then 100% goes with the most wrong choice ever. Let Emmett father a child!

Jealous of his money, jealous of his life and jealous of his looks….rightfully so. But it doesn’t look good on you swetheart, just like that goatee. <- this is legendary and I will never ever be able to watch Ethan and not think this.

very time someone does or says something nice to BriBri, he asks what they want, HAS NO ONE BEEN NICE TO HIM EVER?! Except blondie until he fucked it up. And me! I’m nice to him too! HAPPY SIGH. He gets it, he really really gets it. The people I have coming to me about the house on fire analogy he made. I'm telling you, you've got to introduce your brother to fanfiction...

What if you end up having a Ben. I DIE. (also, true)

[zofi-persson-quotes]

Abner

This one is full of lore,,, also yes, Abner's design is already fully edited

Name: Abner

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: AroAce

Species: “Overlord”, Primordial God of Energy and Creation

Age: ??? (has been there since the very beginning. He’s the oldest God alongside his twin sibling, Cassian, the Deity of the Void and Destruction), looks around 32 years old

Height (mortal form): 2,37 meters (7’7)

Height (true form): 5,34 meters (17’5)

Skin color: dark

Hair (mortal form): long light orange fading to bright green, tied in a long ponytail. He also has a light beard

Hair (true form): long light orange fading to bright green, kept loose. The green bits are made of pure energy and float a bit. He also has a light beard

Eyes (mortal form): green-orange with white and pale orange-green four pointed star shaped pupils

Eyes (true form): the sclera is green-orange and lacks the iris, but the pupils are present and are white and pale orange-green four pointed star shaped

Distinguishing features (mortal form): pointed ears, bright green and orange swirling markings, six bright green four pointed star markings (one on the center of the chest, one on each shoulder, one on each foot [the bridge/upper part], one on each hand [the back of the hand/upper part]) and one silver four pointed star marking on the forehead, sharp teeth, wings (he can summon a pair of wings made of energy)

Distinguishing features (true form): pointed ears, bright green and orange swirling markings, six bright green four pointed star markings (one on the center of the chest, one on each shoulder, one on each foot [the bridge/upper part], one on each hand [the back of the hand/upper part]) and one silver four pointed star marking on the forehead, extremely sharp teeth, energy wings, huge halo behind his head, four arms

Clothing style/frequently worn clothes (mortal form): green and orange kimono, white sarashi, dark leather and silver sandals with green gem

Clothing style/frequently worn clothes (mortal form): silver-white tunic with green decorative beads and silver linings

Accessories (mortal form): crown made with brass and gold with pale orange and deep green gems shaped like four pointed stars. He rarely wears it

Accessories (true form): crown made with brass and gold with pale orange and deep green gems shaped like four pointed stars, golden bracelets on all wrists, halo-like thing around ankles

Family: ??? 

Talent: magic

Personality: calm, gentle, brave, just, very wise

Likes: his people, reading, his warriors, Tir na nOg

Dislikes: The Great Evil, being seen only as a God (the reason why he took the appearance of an Overlord)

Strengths: extremely strong magic, he’s a literal God

Weaknesses: despite the fact that he was a Primordial God, he could be weakened like any creature. In fact the reason he died was because he spent all of his energy fighting the Great Evil, and sealing It killed him

Abilities: total immortality unless killed by something stronger than him, flight

Powers: Complete Energy magic (can use all the spells of the Energy element), complete Creation magic (can use all the spells of the Creativity element), minor Health magic (Flawless Healing - heal any/all damage to flawless/perfect/pristine state. Regeneration Manipulation - control own or people’s regeneration or inducing regeneration), minor Light magic (Laser Emission - bend light wavelengths to create lasers.), minor Shockwave magic (Shockwave Generation - generate shockwaves by various means (clapping, flicking a finger, snapping, stomping…). Sonic Boom Generation - generate sonic booms).  Weapons: Catalyst

Unfortunately I can't manage to draw the true form bc I can't draw four arms to save my life. May change in the future, but for now you'll have to look at the one I made with HeroForge. Also, the hair should be almost floor-lenght and the markings are also on the other set of arms, but couldn't do it

I will also try to design my version of Abner's original form once I learn how to draw four arms-