#mesh looks so young without facial hair

[fantofirehazard]

via edmunro's stories 17/9/20

[judeboogaloo]

Dream Ref page + headcanons  Uhh c!Dream used to be a manhunt celeb, so he used to be actually be interviewed on television before starting up the land of the Dream SMP. 

[ID: 3 digital drawings all done with a pixel brush of the character Dream, from the Dream SMP. The First image is labed “ DREAM SMP DESIGNS - DREAM” in blocky font and features an image of a full body shot of a masculine figure standing at three-fourths perspective. He is wearing a white mask with a smiley face drawn on, a green hoodie, grey-purple cargo pants and brown hiking sneakers. He also has on a white chest harness, matching axe hip harness, and white hiking gloves. To the right of the drawing, there is a list with 7 bullet points, all featuring more information about the design. They are as listed: “Covers himself head to toe consistently while in public, including gloves; only ever dresses ‘normally’ during rare press interviews”, “Has a chest harness/backpack that functions as his inventory. The front connecting strap also serves as a place to connect a go-pro camera for filming”, “The insides of his hood has a thick black mesh, similar to a pith helmet (the mask goes on top of the mesh)”, “Wears a hip harness for his main weapon. An axe.”, “His mask is actually quite heavy since its made of polished quartz, so he uses curse of binding to keep it on during manhunts. Filming always ends directly after Dream dies so he doesn’t respawn on camera without it.”, “He has multiple copies of his masks and preserves one after every manhunt as either keepsakes or future auctionable items.”, “Triple-knots his shoelaces (Like a weirdo)”. To the left of these bullet points there are two small illustrations of a front-view and a back-view of the a small whtie chest harness with a tiny backpack attached to the back. The backpack on the back is styled after a minecraft chest block. 

The second drawing is labeled “SHAPESHIFTING - DREAM” in the same blocky text, with a description underneath, “Dream is able to shapeshift to a minor degree, (compared to Quackity and Karl) only able to change his facial appearance and smaller body attributes like physical density, scars, and hair. Shapeshifting requires active concentration for Dream and he can easily fall into the uncanny valley because of odd facial expressions or unnatural facial proportions. It's easier to mimic faces he's already seen in real life and with enough stress, he's unable to maintain a human face at all.”. Underneath this description, there are 4 profile shots of different faces with a corresponding caption underneath. The first face is of a white androgynous man, with a slim nose, dark brows and wavy blonde hair that curls around his thin face. The age of the face is not easily perceptible but he looks to be youthful. He has a disinterested look in face and his eyes are strangely big and pupils are void black. There are no imperfections on his skin besides the two beauty marks on his chin and the one beauty mark underneath his right eye. This face’s description reads “One of Dream's earlier faces that he used for private business meetings. The eyes are completely black because he wasn't able to make them green. It was notably scuffed on its proportions and would unnerve his coworkers, which he found funny. Dream no longer uses this face but enjoyed the challenge of creating moles.” The second face is of a masculine young adult with green eyes and broad lips. His face is marred with a lip scar, a mild sunburn, freckles, a nose bandage, and a left eyebrow slit. He has a blonde undercut and light brown eyebrows, curved upwards in a sympathetic expression. His description reads “One of the faces Dream used on the Dream SMP, specifically made throughout exile. While this appearance has been changed consistently, Dream has always kept freckles on this one. This face is used the most frequently and has the most exposure, permanently sunburned from all the time Dream spent on the beaches of logstedshire. Curiously, this one has slowly morphed to look almost similar to Tommy's face, passing as a possible relative. Whether Dream did this intentionally or subconsciously isn't known.” The third face is an older white man, around his late twenties or thirties. He has long light brown hair, streaked with blond that crosses in front of his very pale face. He has patchy stubble and hollowed cheeks, implying that he is possibly sick or starved. His dark purple eyes are curved in a dull expression and the palette overall is very desaturated. The description underneath reads, “ The face Dream's been seen using in prison during BBH's visit. Originally, Dream had made this face as a "rugged" older look for himself but its beauty has decayed in prison, malnutrition creating a sallow look and pitted eyes. He made his hair longer in length to braid continuously in prison to occupy his time but wasn't too concerned about the color. His eyes are the same shade as the obsidian.” The last face is a completely dark face that looks almost like the silhouette or shadow of a normal person. There are no distinguishing features to the outline other than the outcropping of short hair, swept to the left. Inside this dark shape, there are eyes roughly where they should be, with green and black swirling pupils. There is no nose. In place of a mouth, there are two rows of bright white teeth but no visible gums or lips. The face has an indescribable emotion and the caption underneath reads, “Dream’s actual appearance.” The third image is a canvas full of smaller doodles of Dream, both in his human transformations and as his shadowy true self.]

[animedaddymilkers]

Kinkmas 2020: Day 17

Prompt: Age Play w/ Shikaku

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Age Play, Boss/Worker, Mutual Pining, Shower Sex, Creampie, Vaginal Sex || Characters: Shikaku Nara, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

"(Y/N). My office. Now,” the gruff, irritated voice of your boss broke you from the paperwork you were attending to and you stood, quickly following after him.

You closed the heavy oak door behind you and smoothed your skirt out as you stood in front of his desk. Shikaku was glaring at the window, his hand stroking his facial hair. It was obvious he was fuming from something, trying to calm himself down so he wouldn’t irrationally take any anger out on you. That was just part of his personality that you adored, always so thoughtful for others and in control of his emotions. This week was rough enough for him, the anniversary of his wife’s death having been at the beginning of the week. Now, added to whatever he was upset about currently was sure to be too much for him to handle, especially alone. So, you stood there, waiting patiently and without pressure for him to speak, letting him be ready at his own pace.

“I was assigned the mission,” after five minutes of standing in silence he spoke, the words mumbled so quietly that it took you a moment to process them.

“You… that mission? Alone?! But that was supposed to be assigned to-”

“The strongest shinobi besides the Hokage. Yes. And apparently, that would be me. It’s an honor.”

“It’s a suicide mission! Surely you can’t really be expected to go alone!”

Shikaku finally turned from the window to face you, his expression as stern as always despite his initial unrest, “There’s no one else to accompany me.”

“I can go. Let me be your partner on this mission,” you were adamant in standing your ground on this, unable to accept your boss going out on such a risky mission alone.

“You’re too young.”

“And you’re too old!”

He scoffed before chuckling, catching you off guard as he heartily laughed while sinking into his office chair, “Every time I see that look in your eye and hear that fiery attitude I’m reminded of why you’re a perfect fit here,” he sighed, “I know I’m not going to change your mind on this, no matter how much I’d prefer you stay here safe and sound. But, I admire your tenacity, my little fawn. We leave in four days.”

You sighed and sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk, taking in the fact that he agreed to your offer before continuing, “Thank you, I’ll do my best to support you. We’ll come back. Together.”

“Mm, with you by my side I’d fight to the ends of the earth. But, you have been neglecting your training since being promoted to my assistant. We’re done with work for today, come to my house at dawn, I’ll personally oversee your training. It will be beneficial for us to become more...in sync before the mission as well.”

With a nod, you agreed to his conditions, not about to turn down one on one training with one of the best shinobi in the village, let alone one of the most attractive. After finishing what you were working on before being interrupted, you both packed up and left the office for the day. That night, you tried to go about your routine as normal but couldn’t help your mind from wandering. You thought about the events of the day, that brief moment where he used a pet name for you replayed a million times over, your cheeks heating up each time. Then, your mind would picture the possibilities that tomorrow morning might hold for you. Cheesy visuals filled your head of Shikaku wrapping his arms around you to show you proper form, an idea you no doubt got from cheesy romance movies. As if you need help perfecting your form. You were more than capable of holding your own in a fight and this training was simply to get you back in the swing of things.

The next morning came simultaneously too fast and not fast enough. You showed up at the Nara house, taking note that the house would be more appropriately labeled as a mansion. Dawn had yet to peak across the horizon, but Shikaku was already in the courtyard, kicking the air. Making your presence known, you set your supplies down on the porch before meeting his gaze. His face brightened when he saw you, sending a strange feeling to your chest.

“Ha! Figures you’d show up early. You’re too ambitious for your own good, kid.”

You grinned back at him as you started stretching, “Hey, you started early too, old man.”

He shook his head jovially, always amused when you dished back what he gave you. Without much more small talk, your training began and from then on you were focused on furthering your abilities. After all, the success of the mission was depending on both of you being at your absolute best for the entire duration. Shikaku knew better than to take it easy on you, instead treating you as any other opponent, and more importantly, treating you as an equal. It was a mild relief, but you were confident in your abilities to the point where you knew if he didn’t give it his all you’d lay his ass flat.

Two hours in and you were both fighting like a well-oiled machine, he went in for a hit, you blocked and parried to which he deflected. It ended up in you both barely being able to land a blow because the moves were just too predictable. Another half-hour and you agreed on a break, sitting on the engawa while catching your breath and chugging your water. You glanced over to Shikaku to find him already looking at you and suddenly you realized just how sweaty the training had made you. Alternatively, you also realized just how sweaty training had made Shikaku. The mesh shirt that was usually worn under his vest left little to your imagination, sweat glistening through the thin material. Silently, you thanked whatever gods existed and forced your attention back to a random tree in the courtyard.

“We should...clean up before work. You can use my shower,” he stood up after you agreed and led you inside, “Don’t worry about being quiet, Shikamaru’s on a mission of his own.”

You nodded and took note of the fact, still generally quiet though as he led you through the house to the bathroom. The place was even bigger from the inside and the bathroom itself looked like the size of your bedroom. Without much more thought you stripped once the door was closed and went to step in the shower. Blinking, you stared blankly at the shower knob, why the hell was each shower designed so damn differently? This shit looked like literal alien technology. You groaned and looked at your discarded clothes, there was no way in hell you were getting those leggings on while you were still so sweaty, let alone the sports bra. Grabbing a towel you wrapped it around your body and said a prayer.

“Shikaku…?” You called out tentatively, one hundred percent sure if you weren’t careful you’d get lost within the house, “Shikaku?”

“(Y/N)?” The door ahead on your left swung open and the older man appeared, currently shirtless and Kami, his hair was down.

“Uhm, I can’t figure out your shower…” admitting it out loud was mildly embarrassing and you could see the newspaper headline flash inside your head, ‘local shinobi gets stumped over fancy shower’.

Shikaku chuckled and rubbed his neck, “Forgot about that, yeah it’s a bit intimidating, isn’t it? I’ll show ya.”

You nodded and turned around, leading the way back to the bathroom, leaving Shikaku to trail behind you. Unintentionally, it was a test of will, his eyes desperately avoiding the sight of the towel barely covering the bottom of your ass. His eyes stared a hole into the back of your head trying to avoid your body. He was not going to objectify you, not now, not ever, he was better than this. Yet, he couldn’t help how his thoughts always wandered to you, though thankfully most of them weren’t dirty, or else he probably wouldn’t ever be able to look you in the eyes.

The bathroom couldn’t come fast enough and even as he leaned into the shower to turn it on you had to pry your eyes away from his backside, ignoring the way your eyes could spend ages just taking in all the scars that adorned his torso. He straightened himself out, standing tall again as the water began to spray. Well damn, he made it look so easy. You sighed and nodded in defeat, shower: 1, you: 0.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t worry about it. You gonna need help with anything else, kid? You know how the shampoo works, right?” a shit-eating grin spread across his face and you huffed before shooting him an innocent look.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’m not quite sure I know how, I think I need someone a bit older and wiser to teach me how,” you twirled your hair and batted your eyes, your voice an octave higher, really dialing up your little girl act.

The reaction was instantaneous, if ever there was a moment where you could pinpoint when a man’s willpower broke, this would be it. Shikaku unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor, leaving you the deer in the headlights now. The both of you played off the other too well, each pushing it just a bit farther, both refusing to be the one who backed out. That game of constant cat and mouse led you here, standing in the shower as the head of the Nara clan affectionately cleaned your hair. Not like you were complaining, though.

“Such a good little fawn, always eager to learn more. Are you taking in this lesson? Have you learned how to wash your hair, young one?”

“Yes sir, thank you for teaching me. Can you teach me how to wash my body now?” Pushing, nudging the boundary line further you rested your hands on his toned chest.

He smiled softly and grabbed the washcloth. There was no nervousness, most likely thanks to these roles you were both embracing. Instead, you felt confident. If the way you asked for him to wash you was any indication. His hands gently caressed your skin, lathering the soap over your body. Boldly, his hands lingered on your tits, brushing the rough material of the cloth over your nipples, making you arch into him. Your hands rested on his biceps, marveling in the way that they flexed just from washing you. After your torso was scrubbed the cloth wandered to your thighs, silently coaxing you to spread them.

Once you spread your legs his hand cupped your sex through the washcloth, another hand gently holding your face, keeping your eyes locked on his. Your hips instinctively rolled into his touch, a small gasp leaving you as the washcloth grazed over your clit. He grinned and finally leaned in, capturing your lips in his, thumb brushing over your cheek. Kissing back you slid your arms around his neck, keeping him there to kiss you more. His hand rubbed a bit harder before leaving altogether, washing the rest of your body while he kissed you. If his lips wouldn’t have been on yours you would have whined at the loss of contact. Luckily for him, he finished washing you soon enough, not leaving you enough time to complain.

As he hung up the washcloth, you refused to accept that was the end of your physical contact with him, “Can I practice what I learned on you, sir?”

“Well, of course. Learning by experience is always best. Go ahead, little one.”

With his affirmative answer, you reached up, scrubbing his long hair and massaging his scalp. Meanwhile, his hands wandered your sides, rubbing up and down as you tended to him. You made sure to condition his hair thoroughly, it’d be a shame to see those locks of his get dry. When it came to his body you washed it in record time, though you purposely avoided his crotch, saving it for last. Now, it was your turn to tease him, gently rubbing the washcloth over his half-hard cock. His eyes closed and he sighed deeply, trying to resist the way your hand wrapped around him through the cloth.

“Fuck me, Shikaku.”

Slowly, his eyes reopened and he looked at you, almost expecting you to be joking, or maybe he was hallucinating, but you repeated yourself, “Fuck me, Shikaku.”

He let out the breath he was holding and his hands gripped your hips, mouth leaning in to latch onto your neck this time. Carefully, he coaxed you to let him lift you, to let him show off those muscles he worked hard to earn. As if you really needed coaxing to let him do that. Your back pressed against the shower wall, legs wrapped around his waist, holding his hips close to yours. His cock nuzzled against you and he groaned, nipping at your neck. A moan left your lips and your hands went to his hair, tugging on it gently just to get him to groan again.

“I can’t wait any longer to have you, little fawn.”

“Mmm, figures, the old man doesn’t have any patience left in his old age,” you giggled softly, though, in reality, the feeling was mutual as you were more than ready to get railed by him.

“Hmph, damn kids and their smart mouths,” he mumbled into your neck but still reached down, pushing his cock into you slowly.

Your head leaned back against the wall in a silent gasp as his member spread you, deliciously sliding deeper until he hit your cervix. His arms wrapped around you like he was going to lose you, letting you get adjusted to his size before slowly thrusting. He groaned and kissed you as his hips moved at an agonizing pace to the point where you began to move yours forward just to meet him faster. Eventually, he got the hint, though he did prolong it a bit further just to tease you. Finally, he fucked his cock into you like he meant it, quick, deep strokes that hit you in all the right places. With every thrust, you could feel the prominent veins on his cock drag along your walls driving you, almost literally, up the wall.

The first time Shikaku moaned your name you nearly came right then, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. How many nights had you imagined what this would be like? Now, to have him fucking you like you were a goddess...it was overwhelming. As he continued to slam in and out of you, your nerves went wild, feeling like your whole body was on fire and the steamy bathroom didn’t help. One of his rough fingers met your clit and you knew you were done for. He rubbed quick and rough in time with his hips and you found yourself falling apart in his arms.

You cried out his name, clawing your nails down his back as your pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock. He held you tight, riding you through your orgasm, fingers still rubbing your clit as your thighs continued to shake. The son of a bitch sent you straight into a second orgasm, a scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat. Your whole body tensed and Shikaku buried himself deep inside of your pussy before he groaned and emptied his load. The feeling was heaven, his warm cum filling you full and as you came down from your high you found you couldn’t wait until tomorrow’s training session.

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[fanficimagery]

Natalie’s Half-Sister [Part 1 of 3]

Summary: Imagine being Natalie's half-sister and visiting her. Your week long vacation gets prolonged into a month and you hit it off with quite a few of the group.

Words: 4.3K Warnings: Language. Drinking. Most likely OOC since this is my first time writing for the Vlog Squad. I told myself I'd never write for real people, but the Vlog Squad got me fucked up, man. That said, I'm 95% sure I'll only keep these imagines platonic-friendly because I find it weird shipping someone with a real person. Then again these are the Vlog squad boys and they're quite flirtatious.

Having finished filming for David's latest video, a few members of the squad stick around to help David and Natalie clean up.

So after all the glass and broken drywall is swept up, the water all mopped up from where Zane threw a bucket of it on a small fire, and the demolished trash cans and ping pong balls taken out to the curb, everyone drops onto the couch with a tired sigh as Mariah proceeds to order a smorgasbord of food through Postmates.

"So David," Natalie drawls, attention focused on her phone as she addresses her friend. "I have a favor to ask."

"No, Natalie! You can't go on another vacation."

Those surrounding them laugh, Natalie included, but she rolls her eyes fondly as well. "Shut up. Y/N is coming to visit and I was wondering if she could stay with us."

"Y/N?" David lowers his camera. "Your sister Y/N?" He then slowly grins.

"Wait, what?" Zane leans forward in his seat, gaze darting between his two friends. "Natalie's got a sister and we're only hearing about this now?"

"It's because she's hot. She's hot, isn't she?" Todd laughs.

"She's my half-sister," Natalie says at the same time David answers, "Definitely hot."

"Wait a minute." Jeff looks up from his phone to address his friends. "So does this mean that if Natalie won't go on a date with me, then I can ask her sister?"

"Jesus," Natalie groans and then grips a couch pillow to swat Jeff with. "No hitting on my sister."

"No promises," He, Todd, and Zane all muse at the same time.

The room erupts with laughter.

Then finally, David says, "Y/N can stay with us. I don't mind."

"Thanks. She's only staying for a week, so.."

"That's fine," David assures her. "When does she get in?"

"Two days from now."

After a three and a half hour flight, you're more than ready to find your sister in the busy airport and go wherever it is she's putting you up for the week.

With the strap of your duffel bag hooked over your shoulder and you pulling your rolling suitcase behind you, your tired gaze scans the crowd waiting for their loved ones. It doesn't take you long to find your sister in the crowd, a familiar face at her side with a camera attached to his hand. David still looks the same, but it's obvious he's grown into his dorky appearance. The other two men, however, is what gives you pause. Both are incredibly good looking, dark haired, one clean shaven and the other with a fair amount of facial hair.

They're all joking and laughing, and you already know your week with them is going to be an entertaining one. The two unknowns with your sister put their heads together, laughing as they play a quick game of rock, paper, scissors. The clean shaven one loses and after David has his camera pointed at him, the stranger stands up on a chair and shouts that he loves penis. Several people stop and stare while others laugh and continue walking. A few young teens get excited over seeing them, so while the guys are busy taking photos with their apparent fans, you pull down the sunglasses over your eyes and attempt to walk on by.

You've barely made it a few feet before someone is rushing in front of you, shoving a camera in your face. "Did you really just walk on by us, Y/N? How rude!"

You laugh and playfully shove the camera away. "Well if it isn't Dobrik all grown up. Tell me, David, have you boned my sister yet?"

David only cackles in response, lowering his camera to give you a brief hug. "You haven't changed a bit. Thank god."

"Neither have you," you say. "Well I lied. You finally grew into your looks."

"Hey!"

Laughter erupts and you watch the two other men join David, smiling. Arms wrap around your waist from behind and you manage to turn your head just so in order to spot your sister's beaming expression. "Natty. God I've missed you." You turn in her arms and give her a proper hug, sighing. "LA suits you, sister-mine."

As soon as she pulls out of the hug, she gestures to her two other friends with David. "Sorry for the welcoming committee. The whole squad has been non-stop trying to dig information up on you since I told them about you, and these two threw themselves into the back of David's Tesla when we were leaving to come here."

"Hey. I'm Jeff."

"And I'm Todd."

You laugh at their too charming smiles, shaking your head as David films the entire encounter. "Y/N," you say. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too. And let me take that for you," Jeff says as he reaches for the strap of your bag. "It looks kind of heavy."

"It's not."

"And I'll take the suitcase," Todd's quick to jump in, taking your suitcase from your hand.

You laugh as your sister groans. "Aw, Natty, your friends are adorable."

Arm in arm, you and your sister then walk out of the airport as David continues to film you and his friends acting a little too chivalrous. David and Natalie end up taking the driver and front passenger seats, leaving the boys to play yet another game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would be sitting with you in the middle seats. Todd wins.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" Natalie asks after setting up David's camera on the dash.

"Honestly? I just want to keep things chill. And that goes for my entire stay here. Don't go out of the way to plan something special. If you're gonna stay home and edit videos, that's fine with me. I'm seriously okay with whatever."

The entire car goes quiet and the group start to nervously chuckle.

"Goddammit," you grumble. "What did you do?"

"There may or may not be a party happening tonight to welcome you," David giggles.

Smiling, you shake your head. "You're really trying to get me to relive my party days. Shame on you, Davey."

"Party days," Todd muses. "That makes you sound old." Laughter fills the car, it dwindling when you shrug.

"Well I am older than Natty."

Todd quirks an eyebrow. "How old?"

"Old enough."

"Yes!" Jeff cheers from the back. "I can hit on this one without feeling weird."

Glancing over your shoulder, you wink. "Flirt all you want, hot shot, but I don't do hook-ups or relationships."

Natalie turns around in her seat, smirking. "Fun fact about my sister, guys, is that Y/N doesn't have sex."

Todd practically gapes. "Like at all?"

You shake your head. "I will hold hands, I will cuddle, and I will make-out, but nothing more. I'm just- I'm not hardwired like everyone else."

David suddenly cackles, he pulling over to the side of the road and picking up his camera. Turning around in his seat, he says, "Look at Todd and Jeff, guys. They just found out that Natalie's sister doesn't do sexual intimacy and they look like someone murdered their dogs."

You and Natalie laugh, and you reach over to grab Todd's hand. "Aw. Don't pout. If it helps any, you and Jeff are really attractive. I just don't feel the need to have sex with you."

Jeff leans forward. "But you will make-out with us. Right?"

You glance at him again, grinning. "We'll see."

- X - X - X - X - X -

David's house leaves you in awe when you get there. He and Natalie give you a tour when Todd and Jeff take their leave to get dressed for the party, and you end up shedding a couple of tears over how proud you are of him. David laughs it off, but you and Natalie can see how much it means to him to hear that you're proud of him.

Natalie then ends up ordering the three of you a late lunch/early dinner and encourages you to eat as much as you can because the alcohol will be flowing later that night and she doesn't want you to get too sick. Then after you nap off your food baby in the guest room Natalie had set up for you, you shower and dress in a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a white sports bra that's visible through your mesh crop top.

You go searching for your sister, only to find her in David's room and helping him choose a decent outfit. Laughing, you fall onto his bed and then snatch up one of his numerous Clickbait caps.

"Hey, can I wear this?" David glances at you and watches as you put his cap on backwards, fixing your wavy hair to drape in front of your shoulders.

"Yeah." He turns back around, but then quickly faces you once more. "Hey, I forgot to ask earlier, but is it okay if I use the footage with you in it? I kind of need your permission to post anything you're in."

"Yeah. Go for it. I don't mind."

"Thanks."

People soon start showing up and you're introduced to every one of Natalie's friends. Zane is, by far, the loudest and most blunt with his first impression of you. Being called baby and hot amuses you to no ends, and then you're relieved to see that when the camera is turned off their personalities are a lot more calmer.

There's a bit of pre-gaming before David turns his camera back on, Todd and Jeff letting everyone know about your personal choices pertaining to dating, or the lack there-of, when Jonah and Dom take their flirting a little too far. Everyone seems a little surprised, but you're relieved when they respect your choice and a few volunteer themselves to make-out with you should you feel yourself wanting to kiss someone. You laugh it off, but make no promises.

When everyone is loose-limbed and loose-lipped, David finally turns his camera back on. Lights are dimmed, multi-colored lights flash, and a tray of shots are passed around.

"A toast!" Zane shouts, already glassy-eyed. Everyone gathers around, shot glasses raised. "To Y/N! Baby girl, you are a hottie and I honestly hope you let loose enough to stick your tongue my throat. I'm game." The group cheers and you snort, laughing.

"To Y/N!" Everyone then shouts before downing their shot.

"Y/N. Y/N, wake up." You startle at the voice and the gentle nudging of your shoulder, flinching as the lights are suddenly flooding the room. David laughs and you groan when you see the camera in hand, pulling up the sheet to cover your face. "Wake up, sleepy head. Your sister went out to get some lunch."

"Screw you. I'm never drinking with you guys again." David laughs some more. Then after making sure you're not going to barf, you shove the sheet away. "How bad was it? I feel like shit, so.."

"You and Mariah ended up dancing atop my pool table. I've never seen Heath look so happy before."

"Anything else?"

"Not as bad as you're thinking. The squad really likes you. Natalie was happy you got along with everyone."

"That's good."

"Yeah. Now get up and shower. Natalie will be home soon."

"Okay," you mumble, rolling over onto your side and letting your eyes close once more.

"I'm serious, Y/N. If you don't get up in five minutes, you're not going to like your wake up call."

Unfortunately for you, you don't listen to David and then someone's bursting into the room. Water splashes you and you shriek, sitting up only to see a hungover Zane cheering. "Ice bath, baby! Get 'ya perky ass up. Food's here."

"You. Are. Fucking. Dead."

Zane blows you a kiss and takes off running.

- X - X - X - X - X -

After taking a warm shower, you dress in a pair of leggings and yet another sports bra beneath a baggy tank top. You accept Zane's hug and apology for the rude wake-up call, and then eat the greasy burger and fries Natalie had slid in front of you.

Your sister and David have hours of footage to go through and edit for his next video, so you have absolutely no problem dropping onto the lovesac (giant beanbag) in the living room while they edit on the couch several feet away from you, but only after you've down some ibuprofen. You're in and out of sleep, eyes fluttering open every time someone pops in real quick for a visit.

Todd, Scott, and Jason stick around, laptops in front of them and headphones plugged in as they edit their own stuff.

You end up falling asleep, only to be jolted awake by something jumping onto your lap. "Wha-" There are sounds of panting and then slightly heavy footsteps walking up your body until a flat tongue is sweeping across your cheek. "Aw. Doggie," you sleepily chuckle, petting the animal.

"Nerf, no! Get down."

You manage to fully open your eyes and spot Jeff looking a bit alarmed that the dog has jumped on you, but you wrap your arms around the dog as it lays down atop your chest. "He yours?"

"Yeah. Sorry 'bout him."

"Don't be," you smile, gently scratching around the dog's neck. "Dogs are my favorite." Turning onto your side, Nerf slides off of you but he doesn't go far. In fact, he lays right in front of your chest and snuggles in. Then chuckling softly, you curl around the dog. "Oh my god. I want one so bad."

"Hey Jeff," David suddenly pipes up. "How does it feel to have the hot girl cuddling your dog rather than you?" His friends all laugh, including your sister who snaps a picture of a pouting Jeff as he stares down at you.

"Like a cosmic joke."

"Aw, Nerf, daddy seems jealous. Should we allow him to cuddle too?"

"Yes." Before you can even laugh, Jeff is sliding up behind you.

Everyone laughs louder and more video/pictures are taken. "I'm down for some good cuddling, but if your hand ends up on my tit I'm gonna throat punch you."

"She'll do it too," Natalie muses. "Trust me."

"Noted." Jeff's arm stays draped over your bare waist and you soon find yourself drifting off back to sleep.

"That dog is seriously the luckiest little shit I've ever met," Todd grumbles.

You have no idea how long you've been asleep until a phone ringing startles you awake. You're no longer cuddling a dog, but a person instead, and as you glance up at the equally sleepy face you grimace. "I did it again, didn't I?"

Jeff yawns. "Did what?"

"When I get cold I tend to curl into the nearest source of warmth. I'm so sorry."

He chuckles as you unwrap yourself from him. "Don't be. That was the best nap I've had in a while."

Then glancing around, you notice the living room is empty and it's starting to get dark outside. "Where is everyone?"

"Hey, you guys are finally awake!" Natalie enters the room and she readily pulls you up from the giant beanbag you'd fallen asleep in. "Since last night was a bit wild, David rented out a theatre for ourselves. We can watch a movie and still be loud little shits without ruining anyone else's movie night."

"That's fine." You stretch and then guiltily glance at Jeff before looking back at your sister. "I really wish you'd have woken me earlier. I only met your friends yesterday and already I wrapped myself around one like a-"

"Y/N," Jeff chuckles. "It's fine. Really."

"It really isn't," you frown. Natalie faintly smiles as she wraps an arm around your shoulders. "We only met yesterday and if I made you uncomfortable-"

Natalie snorts. "Doubt it."

"Listen to your sister," he tells you. "It was only cuddling. I know where you stand and I'm cool with it. At least this way I know you're the only girl I can actually just sleep with without you trying to wheedle anything out of me."

You nervously chuckle at his pretty smile. "You sure? Like I didn't cross any lines?"

"I'm positive. In fact, if you want a cuddle buddy for the rest of your stay, all you have to do is ask."

Sighing in relief, Natalie finally laughs at you. "Now that that's settled, you two need to shower and get dressed. We're getting dinner before heading to the movies."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

The next few days are a whirlwind of drinking, laughter, cuddles, and pranks. You seemed to fit in rather flawlessly with your sister's friends and it was a running joke that you'd end up in a threesome with both Jeff and Todd because after that night with you cuddling Nerf and then cuddling Jeff, the boys seemed to find you fair game as a cuddling partner. More often than not, it was Jeff or Todd cuddling you or placing their head in your lap and falling asleep when your nails lightly raked against their scalps.

Now it's the morning of the day before you're set to fly back home, but instead of doing anything, you're laying in bed with your sister as you lazily scroll through social media.

"You ready to head back home tomorrow?" Natalie asks.

"No," you mumble. "I've forgotten how much I loved being around you and I've grown quite fond of your friends."

"They're your friends too," she grins. "Even though some might secretly wish there was something more going on."

"Christ," you chuckle, rolling onto your side to face your sister. "I've never met a more attractive group of people. I recently found myself wishing I was sexually attractive to people just so I could sit on one of their faces."

"Oh my god!" Natalie cackles, her phone falling and hitting her in the face. Her hands then cover her face as she continues to laugh, it completely masking the sound of her bedroom door opening.

"Room for one more?" You turn and see David standing there, still a little sleep mussed with his camera and laptop in hand.

"Sure."

As Natalie tries to control her giggles, you roll out of bed and let David take the middle. Then once he's situated, you climb back in. "What did I miss?" He asks, absentmindedly turning on his camera and angling the lens towards you three. When you only smile and shrug, he then says into his camera, "Look, guys, I'm living the dream right now." He moves it around to show you and Natalie on either side of him.

You flip off the camera just in time for Natalie to tell him what he had missed moments ago. "Y/N admitted to wanting to be sexually attractive to our friends so she could sit on their faces."

David cackles as a blush heats your face. "Who?" He wonders.

"Nope. Not telling. Knowing you, you'll tell them what I said or put this clip in your next video and surprise them. I'm not stupid, Davey."

"Come on, Natalie, tell me since your sister won't."

"I don't know either!" She laughs. "We didn't get that far into the conversation."

Luckily for you, before David can pester you for any more information, your phone starts to ring and you see Boss Lady flash across the screen. "Oh shit, guys. I need to take this." David and Natalie instantly calm down, and you sit up to answer the call. "Hello?"

The call goes no way near what you expected and your blood slowly starts to boil as your boss reprimands you over the phone. You can feel yourself getting agitated, so you crawl out of bed, choosing to pace by Natalie's closet. "So let me get this straight," you say, voice cold. David and Natalie lose their grins, the snickering coming to a full fledged stop as they watch you. "Because no one wanted to listen to me when I said nurse Tyler wasn't ready for solo rotations, I'm the one being punished for her screw up?"

The bedroom door slams open, making you flinch, but before a clearly exuberant Zane can say anything, David and Natalie wave him off and gesture for him to join them on the bed. Seeing your eyes flash and jaw clench as you remain on the phone, Zane clamps his mouth shut and plops down on the foot of your sister's bed. "With all due respect, ma'am, this is such a bullshit call. I'm well aware I was the one in charge of her training, but I warned you before I left for vacation that nurse Tyler wasn't picking up as quick as you'd hoped. I told you she wasn't prepared to be on her own and even left clear instructions for the other nurses on shift to help nurse Tyler should she find herself overwhelmed."

Once again the door opens and it's almost comical as the three other occupants of the room wave their arms in hopes of catching Jeff's attention to not make any noise. His smile quickly falls and he warily joins the others on the bed as you huff over the phone. Aware of all eyes on you, you will yourself to not cry the angry tears threatening to fall.

Your boss' next words have you freezing, eyes subtly widening. "Suspended without pay?" You repeat the words back, almost in disbelief. Even your sister and friends seem shocked. "Are you kidding me!? It wasn't my call to let nurse Tyler out on the floor!" More words are had until your shoulders slump in defeat, but the anger is still there simmering. "Aw. Bless your heart, ma'am," you mockingly coo. Natalie snorts. "But I have a better outcome for you: I quit." With that you end the call, squeezing your phone until you just let it drop with a sigh.

The room is eerily quiet until, "Did you just say bless your heart?" Zane muses.

Natalie starts to giggle. "In Texas speak, she just told her boss fuck you."

David and Zane laugh, and Jeff appears surprised. You shrug. "She wanted to punish me for someone else's mistake. The hospital I work for has been having a lot of problems lately and a couple of the doctors are sketchy as fuck. I've been meaning to look elsewhere for a job and she just gave me the push I needed to finally quit."

"Hold up!" Zane sits on his knees, staring at you intently. "You're a nurse!?"

"Yes." And before Zane can ask anything else, you hold up a hand. "And no I don't own a sexy nurse costume, nor will I model one for you."

He deflates. "You're such a buzzkill."

Everyone laughs and it's David who then finds his voice, realization dawning. "Holy shit. Did you really just quit your job?"

"Yep."

"You know what this means. Right?" Natalie then asks. "You don't have to fly out tomorrow. With no job, you don't have to be back home for anything."

"What? No," you laugh. "I've already disrupted your lives for a week."

"So? Lets make it a month." You gape at David, content to let him record whatever plan he's no doubt concocted in that brain of his. "Anyone got a quarter?"

"Yaassss, baby," Zane cheers. "Where we going?"

"What?" You glance around in confusion and it's Jeff who takes pity on you as Natalie searches for a quarter.

"The last time David flipped a quarter, if it lands on heads, we go on a trip of his choosing."

"Oh."

You tiredly sigh and pick your phone up from the floor. "You okay?" He then asks.

"Hmm?" You see Jeff's concerned expression and flash him a small smile. "Yeah. I really have been meaning to find a job elsewhere. My boss just gave me an excuse to finally quit and get on with it."

"You can always find a job out here," he then muses. "It's LA. There are jobs everywhere."

"Aw. Are you gonna miss me, Jeff?" You tease.

"Maybe." He shrugs. "But Natalie will miss you more. Since you've been here, she's been a lot more happier. Everyone can see it."

"You say that now. Just wait until she has to see me day in and day out for a month. She'll be ready for me to leave then."

Jeff grins, but then Zane catches everyone's attention as he makes phone call after phone call to the rest of their friends. He tells everyone to get to David's asap without giving away the surprise and half an hour later you find yourself with your legs draped over Jeff's lap as you both absentmindedly look at hospitals hiring around the area just in case.

"Okay so what's going on?" Heath asks as he and Mariah are the last to show up.

David stands, camera in hand, recording. "Y/N just quit her job earlier today and from the sounds of it she had a real shitty boss." Everyone boos and glances at you in sympathy. "So to cheer her up, I thought we'd play a game." David pinches a quarter between his forefinger and thumb, holding it up for all to see. "Heads we go to Vegas tonight, tails we move Y/N out here tomorrow."

"What!?"

"Deal." Natalie snatches the quarter from David, beaming. "Its a win-win for me," she says. "I either get to go to Vegas with you or I get to live with you. I'm taking this deal for us." And before you can refuse, Natalie flips the coin.

Everyone seems to hold their breath and then when it lands, David zooms in. "WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS!"

The whole group cheers simultaneously, laughing hysterically. Natalie rushes over to you, falling into your lap and making Jeff groan. "This is going to be so much fun."

[amadeus-draws]

have you ever just looked at Zane’s design and his overall characterization beyond being the goofy drunk irishman? the things he DOESN’T say are almost as interesting as the zany things (ahem) that come out of our favorite operative’s mouth:

his jacket's probably something of his own design, and has what looks to be armor plating lining it (especially around the neck and upper chest; gotta protect your vital areas!) and mesh lining for ventilation around his arms--just a cool detail

the little digistructor (at least I think it is?) mounted on his shoulder for the drone is also armored and heavily padded, because this guy takes good care of his little bud 

wouldn't be surprised if that bodysuit he wears under his shirt is something he kept from his black-op days or stole when he was an active operative

said bodysuit also looks reinforced behind the neck and on the shoulders 

between the armor in his jacket collar and the armor on the bodysuit, his neck is stupidly well-protected from things like attacks and explosions from behind, because he needs to be prepared for anything at any time

the bodysuit design actually reminds me a lot of the various sneaking suits in the Metal Gear series, where some provide physical augmentation (ie, synthetic muscle tissue), exert pressure to control bleeding from injuries, etc on top of just acting as armor

let's not forget those dope trigger-finger gloves, with the textured tips on the fingers for extra grip, the thinner perforated material over most of the palm for ease of flexing the hand (which also looks well-worn and even has cracking in the texture if you look closely), and the padding on the lower part of the palm because having a very secure grip on a gun is nice 

so I'm REALLY reaching a bit here, but you ever wonder about that gun holster on his hip? I mean everyone and their mother has a holster for their shit, but Zane has that nifty high-tech looking one that rivals that of Jack and Lorelei... AND they're all connected to high-tech companies (Hyperion and Atlas respectively). kind of makes you wonder where and how he acquired his gear in general; did he steal these things? keep them from his jobs? get designs for them and/or make them himself otherwise? maybe buy them with the decent amount of money he probably has?

have you SEEN this guy's reflexes, perception, and PHYSICAL STRENGTH? he's obviously not young anymore and past his physical prime--WHEW geEEeeEz and all--but he friggin manhandles a bandit and throws him clean out a window in the opening cinematic, effortlessly tosses a guy into a dumpster in his character trailer, manages to get a guy that’s twice his size and bulk off the edge of the cliff in the same trailer, doesn't even turn around to acknowledge the big mofos coming behind him in the Let's Make Some Mayhem and We Are Mayhem trailers before swapping places with his clone, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY... 

in the E3 We Are Mayhem trailer, he manages to deploy his drone, quickly swap between two guns, deploy/trade places with his clone, AND kill 5 mechs ALL in the span of FIVE SECONDS (with an extra backstab on the last guy to boot), with extremely precise and controlled movements; i personally think this is probably one of the best demonstrations of the fact that this is a guy who had black-ops/military training on top of having just killed countless people over the last few decades

and sure, maybe that earpiece might enhance his hearing or some crap and you can probably hear those big guys coming from a mile away but STILL!

I’m not gonna touch the Happy Together trailer because that is clearly an acid trip, but if he actually IS shooting guys without even looking at them WHILE DANCING........ I mean jesus christ, no wonder he’s so deadly

"flamboyant spy man" SHOULD be one of his middle names, given his dramatic hands-behind-his-back pose in the opening movie, his chin-on-hand main menu pose, and that James Bond-y pose he has in the character selection menu

now I'm not saying bandits are thirsty for Zane, but I find it hilarious that they're constantly babbling about how THE GEEZER is good-looking (pretty boy!) to the point of even asking what the hell he uses to look so good (the answer is NOTHING of course, he just looks that good), and most of the lower-tier bandits are probably in their 20s and up or something lmao

as far as family resemblances go, Zane and Baron share pretty similar hairlines (AND SIDEBURNS MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL), facial structure (them cheekbones), the squinty-eye deal, and that default stern, perma-grump facial expression (or “sour disposition” as Zane’s in-game description calls it)

AND BONUS SHIT: he has the wildest little ECHO animation of the VHs when you use the Quick Change station, with him swapping to a full length cloak and his wanderer head (the rice hat with a full gas mask) while everyone else gets slightly less dramatic clothing swaps. because even the friggin little pixel animations for him have to be fun! 

Bit of a digression, but I always found it funny how his enemies poke fun at him for being old--I personally imagine him to be probably in his 40s at the youngest--when he isn’t super old by most measures (ffs, full head of hair, not a hint of a receding hairline, and still has color in his hair... friggin Wainwright looks comparatively ancient), BUT! 

we know he’s 1) a guy who’s probably been in active combat most of his life and we know life tends not to be long for people like him, and 2) actively being hunted down with at least 36 bounties on his head based off his on-down dialogue

the probability of him managing to live long isn’t all that great, and it’s kind of interesting to think about why bandits call him an old guy: he IS an old guy by virtue of life being short in the galaxy, especially for someone still in the fight

I mean most of the older people we see in the BL universe are usually either civilians or people who’ve been out of combat for a while, like Mr. Blake, Dr. Zed, Crazy Earl, etc

Zane’s pretty much a unicorn in the BL universe, and i for one think his longevity is a testament to his skills and ability to survive (with help from Lady Luck of course); even he’s not sure how he’s managed to live as long as he has in another of his cripple quotes

just so you get an idea of how long this guy has stayed alive, he’s outlived older brothers Baron and Captain by 12 (5 years between BL1 /BL2 plus 7 years between BL2/BL3) and and 7 years (from BL2/BL3) respectively

ANYWAYS YEAH, Zane is just a really interesting character both upfront and when you read between the lines, I dunno how you guys feel hahah

in other news, i’m actually going back in for my second playthrough to collect all them tasty Zane deets i missed the first time around and making my way through the DLC... stay tuned for more Zane ramblings!

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Trade Secrets

While Mr. Baldwin and Captain Foli had their little chat, Dofi, made his way back the way he came, hands in his pockets a smile on his face. His soft footsteps were made softer by his gleaming black patent leather shoes. 

The hall was quiet and empty. The crew was in the middle of a shift change. There were four shifts. Morning, starting at 8 am and lasting until 2 pm. Then 2 pm to 8 pm then 8 pm to 2 am and 2 am to 8 am, called the Red Eye shift.. 

The midnight shifts were the smallest in the crew, and the Red Eye shift was often the slowest to wrest themselves from their beds so for a precious few minutes, Aido-Hwedo fell quiet. There was no one to hear when those leather shoes seemed to shimmer, as if losing focus and converting into stunning heels. The well pressed leather pants turned into a mesh of fishnet stocks wrapped around curving calves and topped with an A-line skirt.

HIs jacket and shirt changed shape as his body converted into an hourglass figure, his facial features softened and his eyelashes lengthened. The only thing that didn’t grow was his short cropped wiry curls. It wasn’t unusual for both men and women on the ship to keep hair clipped short.

Such a disguise couldn’t have been performed even by the most veteran spy, because it was more than just a trick of make up or acting.

Soul Skill: Mirage!

When he approached the women’s dorm area, the cameras fixed on him. Even the cameras couldn’t decode his ability.  It was a trick of the light. Light entered the field of his dragon speech and returned to the eye of the beholder and the lens of the camera, bent and distorted by his will. 

He walked through the halls until he came to the area where the mystery woman was staying. Two guards were posted outside her door armed with two rifles but he didn’t mind it. They were both accomplices to this mission. They opened the door for him without a word and he walked inside.

Two other women were there, seated on the top bunk beds, facing one another. On the left, a woman with bright golden eyes quietly whispered to herself in an endless stream of words. She stared eyes empty towards the other woman, not seeing her. Her whispering intensified and a bead of sweat rolled down her face. She gripped the mattress next to her legs. Her breathing accelerated.

Dofi paused, watching her carefully. This was Maria, and Maria was capable of putting anyone within five hundred feet of her into a coma without breaking a sweat like this. Yet, here she was visibly struggling. Dofi’s brow knitted and he looked down at the woman who was under her spell, sleeping quietly in her pajamas. This was no ordinary Cassell Student.

Captain Foli was warned by the Council of Elders of the likelihood that Cassell would bring in a secret weapon from the College. They never forgot their encounter with Anjou. They said that he was sniffing around like a hyena, smelling blood, but not finding the carcass. The West Africans had a vast bounty and he had picked up on it. He was looking for it. His arrival sent a shiver up all their spines and they couldn’t come out of their covert hiding places for years. Only after the breath of life left that man, could he finally move.

Now Dofi would see this secret. 

He held out his hand and the unoccupied woman gave him a pair of latex gloves. Working quickly, he picked up her hand, found a vein and inserted a needle. Bright red blood jetted into a small glass tube, which he handed to the woman.

He looked down at this strange young girl with her delicate features, smooth skin and almond eyes. Her face was ringed by those shiny dark curls. His fingers traced her hand where a ring should be, but was conspicuously absent.

The woman on the upper bunk topped the vial with a small eye dropper and held it over what appeared to be a copper plate, swirled with gold and green and etched with a five sided symbol. At each of the five sides was an aspect of the draconic elemental wheel. The droplets of blood fell and moved about the plate as though pulled by magnetism. The woman watched the drops of blood wander aimlessly before finally settling in a pool at the center.

“There is no resonance.”

Dofi lifted his head and looked straight at her. Growling low like a lion, despite his female appearance, he said. “Test it again.”

The woman didn’t change expression, but gently tapped the bottom of the plate. The drops of blood wandered a bit before settling again in the center.

“No resonance.”

“Are they accepting humans at Cassell College? Maria, make her talk. Who are her parents?”

Maria gasped, staring at the far wall. “Ch-... Chu… Zihang.  Chu… Meixiu.”

The woman on the bunk put the plate aside and picked up a less esoteric piece of technology, a small laptop. She typed away and while she did, no one spoke or moved.

Dofi sat still as a stone, glowering at this mystery girl. He’d lived too long and fought too hard for Cassell to stab them in the back at the last second. They were a mystery and unknown to the world of Hybrids. Did Mr. Baldwin think he could eliminate them in the middle of the sea with no one to take revenge?

“Chu Zihang was an Ace Commissioner in Cassell College, President of Lionheart, until his retirement. Chu Meixiu was Ace Commissioner in Cassell College, President of Club-S until her retirement. Her name is Chu Ru'Yi, a first year student. Born at Cassell College. There are no state records of her existence. There are no state records of her mother’s birth. She was a found child. Her mother was officially adopted at Cassell at age 16. Her father’s state records are thin. Only listing a mother and an adopted son. His father’s information has no state records.”

“Is Cassell a nursery now? Do they have a breeding program? What more can you find out?”

“I will need to take more time.” She looked down at him. “If you’re asking me to hack Norma.”

“How can the daughter of two Ace Commissioners be sterile of Dragonblood? Maria, ask her about her spiritual speech.”

The golden eyed girl gripped the mattress and stared. She panted as though drowning, gasping for air. She grit her teeth and grunted. “Can’t.”

“Can’t what?” He asked slowly, his eyes widening in barely contained fury.

“I can’t… I can’t tell you. I can’t …” The woman’s eyes moved to him. “I can’t push it. If she resists, she might break free of me.”

The amount of power needed to break free from Maria had to have been insane. Dofi began to feel real fear. They had to have a counter to a weapon as dangerous as this, but how could they counter something they had no information on? “Push it!”

Just as he spoke, the phone rang. It wasn’t a cell phone but the room phone. Dofi got up and walked to the phone and picked up. He didn’t have to ask who it was. He knew who was calling this room. “Brother, she has to be an extremely high level hybrid. Maria can hardly keep her down.”

Foli’s voice came over the phone. “Stop the inquiry.”

Dofi was so shocked that his illusory disguise wavered. “Why?” He snarled.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided to trust Mr. Baldwin.”

Dofi was speechless for a moment. “You don’t understand. This woman is powerful.” He hissed into the phone. “We don’t know what she’s capable of! She might kill us all here!”

“I don’t believe that will happen any more.” His brother said. His voice was calm. Unwavering. “Stop the inquiry.”

Dofi’s hand trembled as he hung up the phone. “Pack it up. We’re stopping the inquiry.”

The two women quickly gathered their things and hid them in spaces in the wall. They were supposed to just be her roommates for the night. No one else on the ship knew they would be interrogating her.

Dofi stood a few more moments, staring at the phone. Was his brother brainwashed? Mr. Baldwin went in alone. That man did not have the Soul Skill for brainwashing. This couldn’t be right. He strode quickly out of the room and down the hall, his heels clicking rhythmically against the tile. He slammed his hand against the button to open the door and walked through  when it was just barely wide enough for him to fit through. As soon as he was out of the range of the cameras his disguise dropped and he was just Dofi.

The hall was occupied now with the shift workers and they pressed themselves to the wall upon seeing such a fierce expression on the normally jovial man’s face.

He picked up his own phone. “Where are you. We need to talk about this.”

“I’ll meet you in Ra’s Chamber.”

“Don’t deactivate him until you listen to me brother!” Dofi turned and opened a door to another staircase. This was dark and lined with only emergency lighting, but Dofi didn’t stumble in the dark. The hum and roar of the ship's mechanics drowned out everything here. This should have been only a cramped maintenance area, where piping carried water, waste and air where it needed to go. There wasn’t much room for anything on this ship, not even its own people. But after moving past two fortified bulkhead doors, Dofi entered space, which spanned half the length of the ship itself.

Foli and Dofi stood dwarfed by a gigantic scaly muzzle. The steam from the hot breath that exited its nostrils was vented up through the ceiling while fresh air was piped in. Its black scales were damp with dew from it. It’s body was tightly bound by what appeared to be metal cuffs that pinned its limbs to its body. It lay on its stomach much like a slumbering crocodile, it’s ribs expanding and then contracting every several seconds.

Foli laid one hand on the tip of the creature’s nose.

Dofi approached him and pulled his hand away. “Brother, I need an explanation.”

“I know.” Foli looked at him. “You know I’m your brother, we shared the same womb. So you know how much I care for you. I wouldn’t make a decision like this lightly. What Mr. Baldwin did today, not only showed his care for me, but his respect for our ways, for our secrets. To ignore that, would be a sign of stubbornness on my part, not of wisdom.”

“Is the inquiry into the woman really ignoring whatever good it is he’s done? We can reward his actions some other way.” He took a step closer to him and whispered. “I know what I saw. If you want to trust him, fine. But I do not.”

“Every organization is entitled to their secrets. He respected ours.” He picked up the medallion from his pocket and held it up.

Dofi’s eyes went wide again, experiencing yet another shock. “The Ashanti Medal! Where … where did you find it?”

“He found it. He found it and showed it to no one until he returned it to me.” Foli looked his brother in the face. “Do you understand now?”

Dofi was visibly paler, despite his dark complexion. When he didn’t answer Foli grinned. 

“You’re speechless as well? It took my breath away. All the hand wringing and late night shouting in the Council… when it was all just a misunderstanding.” He returned the medallion to his pocket.”

Dofi sobered and looked over the bound sleeping dragon. “Some wanted to go to war over that thing.”

“It’s back in our possession.” He clapped Dofi on the shoulder. “Get some sleep. Don’t bother keeping one eye open this time.”

“Then are you deactivating Ra?” 

They both looked over the bound creature. “I don’t believe that’s wise. We are facing a Dragon King, we may yet need his support should the Cassell Agents fall in battle.”

[evoedbd]

Queer Advice

Summer -  Emily Collins is terrified that Dracula's Brides will need a virgin sacrifice, and she knows exactly who that person would be. Havenfalls finest are LESS than helpful with their brilliant plan to protect their virgin huntress. ((Meshed in Mac having a version of her MC, because she’s the only character who truly NEEDS her MC to reach her full potential.)) *******

“Alright. This is serious business. We’ve found out more of Dracula’s plan and i- SERIOUSLY?” Emily started out seriously, striding into the closed bowling alley with purpose. Once the door swung shut, however, the party lights revealed something that nearly made Emily blow a gasket. A cuddle pile! An honest to whatever god may exist cuddle pile! During what was meant to be a meeting to save lives. Not just A life, but multiple. On a potentially world dominating scale. This was serious business and yet four bodies remained tangled together; a series of semi naked limbs and plaid that became indistinguishable from each other.

 Mackenzie Hunt was the easiest to distinguish amidst the chaos. The Alpha was an absolute beast of a woman, in no uncertain terms. A copper skinned goddess standing at 5.11ft high, with muscles that appeared to be forged from literal copper by an artist of ancient times. Forest green eyes kept careful watch over the bowling alley, even though the gentle smile on her lips betrayed her affection for the others. Her duty as pack leader and town sheriff seemed to weigh her brows down ever so slightly, a fact emphasised by lighter hair against darker skin. Her short, choppy hair was ruffled, suggesting she had been running a little earlier. Or perhaps fingers had been running through her hair, like she now ran her own fingers through Aisha’s chocolate dust locks. Just as Atlas allegedly held the world, Mac supported the tangled individuals on her lap. Even then, she positioned herself so that she could break away and spring up at the first sign of trouble.

 Aisha Collins appeared content enough with her head resting on the arm of the couch. Aisha looked so similar to Emily one might mistake them for twins, with their high angled jaws and blazing blue eyes. Aisha had grown into her grace, keeping her head held a little higher than Emily, which made her features seem finer. Her sharp edges were softened, as if the world around her was constantly caressing them into tranquillity. The cargo pants she wore hid her lanky legs, even as they tangled with another pair of fine legs clad in designer jeans.

 Annabelle Shepard lay facing the other direction; legs tangled through Aisha’s. Her chest rose and fell with the gentle contentment of peaceful slumber. It was easy to forget how fierce the young woman could be when one looked at her soft face. From gentle curves to large, expressive eyes, Annabelle was disarming. When awake, her cheer was almost infectious, yet she held a certain bite to her. An unnameable quality that exposed the truth of the hardships she had faced. That made you respect her without even knowing her. Her lithe arms remained folded against her chest. As always, her arms were covered by long sleeves with buttoned cuffs. The few times Emily had seen Annabelle’s bare arms, she had been greeted with thick, unsightly scars. They were vicious and deep, as if she had been savagely attacked by a rabid animal.

 Damien Ryder took the weight of the cuddle pile. He supported Annabelle’s sleeping form, with his nose tucked into her hair. His arms wrapped around Anabelle, with one of his hands holding Aisha’s legs. The tussles of his signature jacket tickled over plaid and denim, offering something for Aisha to twist around her fingers in her half-conscious state. Looking at Damien, the most striking thing about him was the pain. It darkened his ginger ale brown eyes; dragged on his broody brows. Even in a relaxed setting, his squared jaw seemed hardened and his lips downturned. That along with his shoulder length fawn hair gave Emily the impressions of a western outlaw. All that was missing was the twig of barley for him to chew on.

 “Pack thing.” Aisha sleepily explained, waving her free hand in a dismissive manner. It seemed as if she believed that nobody would understand it, so she did not bother explaining. There was a gentle cheekiness to her tone; a happiness which Emily couldn’t bring herself to attack. It was with a long-suffering sigh she directed her attention towards the literal devil in the room.

 “You just want time off work.” JD accused, a smirk touching their lips as they leaned back against the bar. Jordan Davies was the epitome of teenage angst turned into professional anarchy. Lanky and long, JD was only a smidgen taller than Emily, yet appeared to be half the weight. Beneath the biker’s leather jacket and baggy red singlet, Emily was positive she’d find nothing but a ribcage. That leanness was matched in JD’s youthful face. Mischief twinkled in ember coloured eyes, as always. Nobody could look at JD’s troublemaker getup; numerous piercings, and flame orange hair without feeling as sinful as if they were sneaking out after curfew. Something about the Jersey Devil invited chaos and trouble of the best kind. The kind where you’d wake up hungover, married to a goat and wondering where your trousers were.

 “It would mean you’d have to actually do your job, Jordan.” Razi commented, an amused smile forming beneath his elegantly groomed facial hair. Razi was a picture, with only one stylish lock out of place. With his broad, defined features and luscious dark hair bound into ponytail, it was amazing he settled for a bowling alley in a backwater town. Mythical blue eyes shone; sapphires gleaming against his bronzed skin. As usual, the hunky Djinn wore a silken button up shirt, with the sleeves folded up to his elbows and dark suspenders. The half-popped buttons showed off his defined chest, along with the many hairs curling across his skin. When the light caught those hairs the right way, Razi appeared to glow, adding to his calm mystique. This, along with his dazzling smile, was truly what made Emily think the only way to describe Razi was “An exotic gentleman.” ... yet Razi’s sister called him the ugly duckling. If that was true, Emily doubted the world was ready for the Nassar family.

 “Come on, Razi. Hikari has that locked down.” Aisha called teasingly, her lips peeling into a troublemaker’s grin to match JD’s. Emily could only wince in sympathy as she looked over to the poor demon, who was struggling to rearrange the bowling balls without breaking them.

 Hikari barely passed for human, being half Fae and half, well, Satan. Her soft, youthful features were only hardened by the copious amount of eyeliner surrounding her neon pink eyes. Darkness was a theme for Hikari, with her full, blackened lips and tiny black horns which sprouted from her coloured hair. Her long hair was perhaps the most colourful thing about her, fading from pink to purple the lower one went from her scalp. Two tiny buns sat on top of her head, little spirals of colour that were almost disarming... almost. Nothing could disarm Hikari’s attitude or sharp tongue.

 “Look! This is serious! I was doing my homework on potential rituals which the Brides may preform to resurrect Dracula and it turns out that, aside from me, they may ne-“

 “Wait... don’t tell me. A virgin sacrifice.” Aisha snipped in, appearing awfully amused when she spoke. When the entire group remained silent, powerful blue eyes widened in absolute alarm.

 “Seriously? I thought that was bogus... talk about cliché.”

 “Well, Van tried to correct things apparently, but nobody took him very seriously. If he were around, Vanessa is convinced he’d have a lot to say about the current state of things.” Emily informed, her own brows pinching as she went to speak again.

 “Of all the things to get right, eh?” JD laughed, only to grow silent at the look on their friend’s face. For all JD’s chaos, they knew when someone was hurting, and they knew when their common brand of humour wasn’t going to add to the situation.

 “Not any virgin. The closer to the intended, the better. We already know I’m the intended, with that kidnapping proposal and me being the only human Collin’s woman in town. The virgin sacrifice, well I think I know who that is. I assume it can’t be any of you. Or Diego. I already know it can’t be Grace-“

 “Definitely not Grace. We can both confidently confirm that.” Aisha agreed, causing both her and Emily’s faces to flush furiously. Grace’s prom night had not ended with her date dropping her off, rather with Emily and Aisha chasing a teenage boy out of her room with a mixing spoon and a coffee mug. It was an uncomfortable enough moment that all the Collins women did their best to avoid discussing it, yet none of them could ever bleach it from mind. Aisha had seriously considered trying it once she became a wolf. Thankfully, Mac had convinced her not to test out her new powers. JD also refused to erase the memory, finding it too hilarious to see Emily and Aisha squirming.

 “I don’t get along with any other family members. Don’t have any friends outside of Havenfall. The only other person I am close to is Vanessa. What do I do? She’s already in the crosshairs, if they catch onto this...” Emily appeared to dissolve into panic, her brows contorting. All the way from her shoulders to her hands appeared to vibrate, blurring subtly due to her trembling.

 “If you don’t want her to be the virgin sacrifice, just have her lose it.” JD suggested rather casually before they took a swig of their drink. Emily could only gape, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as she did her best impression of a guppy fish. Mouth agape, lips flapping as she tried to find the words.

 “Wow. Just wow. Is sex literally the only solution you can offer, JD?” Emily demanded, almost on autopilot. She was in shock. The idea was ludicrous! Insane! Utterly bonkers! She couldn’t just go up and offer to sleep with Vanessa! The huntress was already so shy about most interactions, given that she had never even had friends, let alone a boyfriend or girlfriend. If a compliment left her utterly flustered, and proximity took her breath away, then what would suggesting making love do? No, it wouldn’t be making love. Vanessa couldn’t be in love with her. It’d be sex. A physical convenience. It’d rob the hopeless romantic Vanessa of her first experience with love if she agreed to it.

 “I’m just saying. A good shag would solve several problems for her.” JD pointed out, once more grinning like a cat who had gotten the cream via nefarious methods. Emily was ready to burst. To smack the demon over the head with a bowling ball. Better yet, ask Hikari to do it. The Scene Demon would probably love to dish out some payback to JD.

 “And who would you suggest we get her into bed with? You? Diego? Razi?” Emily demanded harshly, bringing a hand up to pinch at the of her nose. Her thumb rubbed over the small scar beneath her glasses, which bounced over her knuckles as Emily attempted to purge the images from her mind by rubbing at her eyes. Picturing Vanessa with JD did not bring images of love, only an image of the Huntress kicking a demon’s flaming backside out of her van. For Diego, she could only picture a holy sword shooting out the van to decapitate the vampire, or a stake plunged into his heart. Hardly romantic. Razi... might at least be allowed to speak, but he’d wind up with the door slammed in his face.

 Emily was so caught up in her musings that she missed the look shared between Aisha and Mac, yet she did not miss the words her cousin spoke.

 “Actually... you’re the best candidate.”

 “What? Why me?” She almost shrieked, feeling as if she’d been sucker punched in the gut. Was it because Vanessa was her bodyguard? Did they just assume that it’d be acceptable? Was this how boys felt when paired with their female friends? Pressure? A touch of violation? Great. First it was a girl and boy couldn’t be friends, now it was automatically that if two women were close, they had to be lesbians. Would the clichés and stereotypes ever truly die?

 “You’re the only single human woman here.” Mac pointed out. Ok. Emily could concede to that logic.

 “Huge flaw in that, guys. You’re all just assuming Vanessa is gay!” Emily stated the obvious. Instantly, she was met with various looks of amusement and pity, all of which made her brows feel heavy and her lips ache with the urge to tip into a scowl. Honestly, for a group of outcasts and Queers, their lack of consideration was astonishing.

 “Or kinky. Come on. The leather? The whip?” JD unhelpfully added, miming a whip with their left hand when Emily fixed her glare upon them. The human felt her brow twitch even as she opened her mouth to snap back at the overly satisfied demon. Before she could even utter a single sound, a snort from her cousin cut her off.

 “It’s true. No Straight woman would wear that much leather.” Aisha added, smoothing out the moment with logic.

 “That’s a value judgement!” Emily scolded on instinct. A rather calm, deadpan stare was the only response. It only got worse as Emily felt her cheeks flush a brilliant cherry tomato. A flush which she was convinced spread to her collar given her spike in body temperature. She wasn’t stupid enough to blame it on the room heating up, not when she was the only one suffering. Okay, so maybe Aisha had a point... slash the maybe. Emily had to concede. She’d never met a woman who kept her nails short and wore so much leather who wasn’t somewhat inclined towards women. Thinking back over their interactions, Emily remembered when she had raised the question about dating history. Boyfriends? Girlfriends? Vanessa had stated explicitly she had no time for girlfriends... ok. So that had to be a hint, right? Vanessa had been so flustered even saying it. As if she expected backlash. So maybe she was a little bit gay? A little. But that was only one half of the sexuality equation.

 “She stares at your ass when you walk away. Seriously, she wants a piece. The biggest piece. I can see the gay from across the bowling alley.” Hikari’s voice rung out, drawing Emily’s focus to the approaching Fae daughter of Satan. Hikari had a look of utter condescending disbelief on her face, as if she was utterly flabbergasted that Emily could be so stupid. The intensity of that look sure made Emily feel more foolish than she had ever felt in her entire life, even if she was unsure why.

 “She looks at you like you’re chocolate cake, but she forgot to bring a spoon to eat you with.” Razi continued Hikari’s logic in a much gentler fashion.

 “Are we forgetting the little issue my last partner had? It’s called a penis!” Emily strained the word “little” with her voice and her fingers, thumb and forefinger held apart to depict the size.

 Mark had started out a wonderful partner. A caring man who was decent looking. He had a good job, solid family and had been involved with his church. Early on, Emily had thought he could be the one. Or rather, the best she would ever land with her background. When she had brought him to the bowling alley to meet her friends, however, things had gone south. Fast. Mark had torched his pristine image within minutes by his relentless attack on JD’s lifestyle. Mark exposed a traditionalist streak; which Emily couldn’t overcome. At the time, she hadn’t understood why everyone found Mark’s shouts that JD was going to hell so funny. She’d been busy dumping the tool.

 “Ahha! So you admit it was small.” JD cheered, leaping on the chance to have another dig at Mark. The Demon’s grin was victorious; so full of malicious glee that Emily couldn’t even bring herself to defend her ex. Not that she would ever feel inclined to.

 “So not the point.” Emily groaned, dropping her face into her hands. Maybe if she pinched the bridge of her nose hard enough, she could repel the building shitstorm which was her massive headache.

 “Does it matter?” Hikari demanded in an almost aggressive manner. Shocked, Emily removed her hand and stared at the Fae daughter of Satan. The Faemon appeared impassioned, her neon pink eyes blazing with such intensity it could be compared to a blast of heat straight to Emily’s face. As if she’d stepped from an air-conditioned building into 116 degrees.

 “Like, seriously. Who cares if you’ve only been with men in the past, they ain’t the shit.” The Faemon continued, earning an almost amused snort from Emily. JD smirked, Razi coughed. An actual laugh came from Aisha, whilst the rumble of a chuckle echoed softly from Mac.

 Emily had always known she found both men and women attractive, yet no woman had ever fit the bill of Girlfriend material. Usually because they were straight. Men had always been easier when it came to dating, thus Emily had learned how to handle her foolish crushes and attraction to men. Women not so much. They still left her tongue tied, overwhelmed her thoughts when she found one she deemed attractive. She still couldn’t flirt in any capacity, and she absolutely could not contain her thirst.

 “If you actually connect with Vanessa, go for it. She’s cute, she’s single as fuck and into you. Are you seriously telling me a vagina is getting in the way?” The Fae continued, driving her words home with several firm pokes to Emily’s shoulder. The human could only blink. Hikari had an excellent point.

 Vanessa was gorgeous. There was no getting around that. All lithe muscle in a highly feminine frame. Dark hair spilling down her back; hair which seemed to absorb the light in a lilac black cascade. Breathtaking violet eyes, which shone with every single emotion Vanessa ever felt. Yes, Vanessa was physically stunning, yet there was more beauty to her than just her appearance.

 Vanessa was just so earnest. Everything about her was so sincere and true that is knocked Emily off her feet. Vanessa’s bravery; her capacity to make Emily believe in the impossible with her blistering passion and steadfast loyalty. It was inexplicable. Emily was forever awed by Vanessa as a Huntress, as well as a person. Whilst Vanessa’s heroism was undeniable, so was the woman beneath the legend. The tender concern in Vanessa’s eyes was almost blanketing; a warm comfort in the night. Vanessa’s genuine smiles transformed Emily’s heart into a prism of light, reflecting the warm glow of happiness throughout her entire chest. Watching Vanessa’s wonder as she was exposed to new things was addictive. To Emily, it felt like watching a whole new world birthed from nothingness. The gentle warmth and pride Emily was a constant undertone for her excitement to engage Vanessa. To learn more. Every scrap of information given by Vanessa was a treasure; a clue leading Emily deeper into a labyrinth. The journey alone was worth more than any treasure. Each moment a glistening point of connection that Emily felt content to exist in. Vanessa’s laughter... melodic. An angel’s song. The sound alone made the world fade away and infused Emily with a sense of unequalled joy. Such a pure, sincere sound as a happy Vanessa gave Emily’s heart wings.

 “They sell solutions for that.”

 And with Aisha’s comment, Emily’s joy came crashing down. She plummeted, feathers falling from her metaphoric wings with every flap of logic and confusion tangling around her. One moment there was an argument that just because Vanessa was a woman it didn’t mean Emily couldn’t like her, or even, lord forbid, LOVE her. Then, the next moment Aisha was starting to talk about changing Vanessa? It was in jest, clearly, yet that didn’t stop the violent impulse to shout surging within Emily’s veins. Vanessa was PERFECT the way she was. Why would Emily need a silicone attachment to try to deceive her when... Ok, so maybe she was completely into Vanessa. But with angels song and happiness, why would Emily want to ever leave? Or violate that trust?

 “I wouldn’t tolerate the townsfolk bothering you two, you have my word.” Mac chimed in, noticing the increasing furrow in Emily’s brow. That was enough to break Emily out of her outrage. Mackenzie was being sincere. Worrying for Emily as if she were one of the pack. That was enough to draw a soft smile to her lips, a gesture of gratitude to the Sheriff.

 “Seriously. Humans are so hung up on this shit.” Hikari huffed in annoyance, pausing to blow on her bubble-gum. The bubble grew for a second, then the pronounced pop rung through the silent air. A gunshot before Hikari delivered her perfected opinion on humanity.

 “Losers.”

 “Gods, are all supernaturals Queer?” Emily didn’t even realise her question had been out loud before she noticed the group pause.

 Razi appeared to have been stuck by lightning. His utter shock at the question was reflected by his parted lips when he went to speak. Instead, no words escaped, and his elegant jaw snapped shut. Hikari simply resumed blowing bubbles, evidently indifferent to the question. JD let forth a bark of surprised laughter, followed by a series of eyebrow wiggles at their shocked boss. The Djinn took it in good humour, simply sighing. Meanwhile, Mac and Aisha shared a knowing look; a secret amongst the pack perhaps. Annabelle appeared rather amused as she cast her sight on Damien, who coughed subtly when faced with the weight of his pack’s stare.

 “Most are open. Even the ones in typical relationships.” He strategically answered, his eyes lingering anywhere save the almost smug grins of his pack.

 “Its a small community, we don’t judge.” JD chipped in. If the devil was burdened by the focused attention of the room, they didn’t show it as they leaned against the bar. In response to the silence which followed, they gave an all too casual shrug. That irritating silence was broken by Emily, who let out an unspeakably pained groan as her head to fall forwards into her waiting hands with a rather pronounced thud.

 “This conversation has veered so far off track it’s stuck in the gutter.” Emily’s voice was muffled by the palms of her clammy hands, which were shielding her face. In another universe, the one flashing behind her closed eyes, this conversation had not taken such a turn. They had remained logical and avoided all embarrassment as they came up with the perfect plan to protect Vanessa. There wouldn’t be a literal pile of attractive Supernaturals snuggling on the beaten down old couch. No devilish devils or sexy, well dressed Djinns making jokes. This wouldn’t have dissolved into a discussion about sexuality... and Emily’s temples wouldn’t be throbbing in time with her marching band for a heart.

 “I get it, this topic is uncomfortable. That doesn’t change the fact it would reduce Vanessa’s eligibility to practically zero.”

 Whether Aisha was genuinely trying to help, or was teasing was uncertain. Her deep eyes held the gentle understanding of a mother; matured and nurturing with a underlying protectiveness that was enough to knock an elephant off track. However, the subtle tilt of her lips betrayed amusement. Restraint. The entire wolf pack seemed to somehow snuggle closer together.

 “Look, I’m not about to go up to my friend and be like Hey, so you’re a virgin. Let’s change that so Dracula won’t sacrifice you. That is so tacky, even a porn film would reject that script!” Emily practically exploded, turning to make endless gestures to emphasise her points. Hands and hips became a second language, crudely mimicking out points in a manner equally as explosive as her booming voice. Honestly, the AUDACITY of these people! If Emily had cared a little less or was just a little braver, she’d have already bitch slapped all of them.

 She paused, taking a moment to breathe. Deep breaths. In through her nose. Out through her mouth. Her thumb sought out the small scar across the bridge of her nose when she pinched it, almost as if the gesture could contain the storm about to explode from within her.

 “She deserves someone she wants to share her life with, not just some convenient exchange.” Emily concluded, pouring every ounce of sincerity into her words. It was true. Vanessa was a romantic, behind everything. For such a vulnerable thing as physical intimacy, Emily wanted Vanessa to have the dream. The perfect first time. Candles and romance with the person she was in love with. The person she wanted to spend eternity with. Emily couldn’t even imagine a world where she took that away from Vanessa. A world where duty claimed the last piece of Vanessa; the piece only protected by lack of time. It was Vanessa’s ONE true freedom. The only part of her life that the Order hadn’t dictated or infected. How could anybody ask Emily to take that away from Vanessa? How could they even THINK it?

 “It’s clear you care about her. That must count for something.” Mac’s gentle tones drew Emily out of her internal raging. When Emily turned her gaze to the Alpha Werewolf, she met kind forest green eyes. Mackenzie Hunt understood, at least enough to sympathise with the Collins girl. Mac bore the weight of her power so well that it was all too easy to forget Mac was only a couple of years older than Emily. As far as werewolves went, Mackenzie Hunt was a young Alpha. Barely more than a pup. Yet, she saw Emily’s struggle. Even without a word of it, she offered her full support. Her approval. Even without being a wolf, Emily could feel the power in it. The warmth that emanated from the Alpha’s care.

 “Yeah. A better time.” JD added in a remarkably sincere tone. For a split second, Emily almost believed it. Then, the devil’s lips curled. Moment ruined.

 “I’m not listening. La La La.” Emily announced, lifting her hands in a weak effort to cover her ears. Still, she couldn’t help letting her mind wander. What if they didn’t have a choice? Would Vanessa be willing to accept her? Could she even live up to even a single dream or fantasy Vanessa had? Vanessa’s lavender tinged grey eyes were so expressive. Would those purples tinges darken to black with lust? Could Emily hold her gaze, or would Vanessa’s gaze devour her soul? How would Vanessa’s soft skin feel beneath her lips? Would hardened abs twitch underneath loving a kiss? Would Vanessa even want that? Could she have the patience to allow Emily to truly make her feel divine with gentle explorations and sincerely sweetened words? Or would she be inclined to take the reins? How would those battle forged hands explore if given freedom to do so? What would she want? Maybe the whip...

 “You’re blushing.” Aisha’s amused tones dragged Emily’s mind from such a salacious place. She had to get out of the bowling alley, before things became even more awkward. Before she started imagining things more explicitly. She lowered her hand to her pocket, wiping clammy palms against the coarse material before she pulled out her phone. A lifeline to save her from humiliation.

 “Oh look, I got a text! Gotta go!” She stumbled over her blatant lie in a rush to get the words out. Her phone had not chimed. Without waiting, she broke into a brisk walk towards the door.

 “To ensure Helsing’s safety!” Came a quip from behind her. Emily didn’t hesitate in raising her middle finger over her shoulder, shouting out to the chorus of laughter chasing her into the streets.

 “LA. LA. FUCKING. LA.”

[eyespywithmyoneeyegtfo]

The Last Hunt

This story is a possibility.  It is not a story of what will be, merely a story of what could be.

The old man dozed in his chair on the back porch of his house.

He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the pleasant weather combined with the comfortable cacophony of children playing about in the water relaxed him to the point of drowsiness.  Were he capable of more than just nodding off comfortably in his chair at the moment, he might grump about how even as little as five years ago he would have been eagerly joining in their play.  But such was life, and such was the harsh mistresses that were Time and Age.

At eight-and-sixty, Arden Tide had surpassed his own life expectancy by a good three decades.  Many of the people he’d called friend had preceded him into whatever came after, precious few still lived, and they rarely visited anymore- mostly due to their own infirmities in dealing with their dotage.  It didn't bother him.  They still communicated by pearl when the mood struck them.  He knew everyone had their hands full these days.

“Tell us a story, Gran’papa Tide!”

The abruptness woke him with a start, and the old man cursed up a storm that had the dozen miqo’te children that had scampered up to the porch giggling in amusement.  Arden couldn’t help but curl his lips into a wry smile.

“Come on now, children,” came a voice from behind him as the mesh-screen door opened and out came a miqo’te woman- lovely, statuesque, far taller than a normal miqo’te, standing at just a shade over six fulms in height, with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and skin the color of chocolate. “You leave yoah Gran’papa to rest, don’t botha him none!” she said in an admonishing tone of voice.

Arden couldn’t help but chuckle indulgently as the cubs before him looked abashed.  “It’s fine, Arha,” he said at length, shifting in his seat.  “Nap time was almost over anyway,” he deadpanned.  “What story do you li’l troublemakers wanna hear this time, eh?”

“The one about the creepy house!”

“Unka Dunrai’s battle in Bahdam’s Mettle!”

“The great morbol hunt!”

“Gran’mama Zareen’s last hunt!”

All became silent at this last one.  That story was a favorite, and it showed as many young cubs’ heads all rapidly nodded in a rare show of solidarity.  Gran’mama Zareen, the last of the Jaguar Tribe, and also Mother of the Jaguar Tribe.  A legend.  A myth that had lived and breathed, whose memory lived on in the Shroud, where the new Jaguar made their home.

She, the love of his life.

Everything that this iteration of the Jaguar was they owed to Y’zareen Serhan. all of the stories, all of the laws that the Jaguar followed had been set down by her, at first so that the Jaguar would not be forgotten… but then so that her cubs- their cubs, her and Arden’s- would have something to go by, a blueprint to follow.

Y’arha was the eldest of them, the mistress of the hunt, the teacher, the mother either in fact or in spirit to a whole generation.  And it was her hand which came to rest on Arden’s left shoulder.  Another warm sensation came to rest on his right- another hand, this one belonging to their youngest, Y’sarang, the one who most closely resembled her mother- the same build, the same height, the same color eyes, the same color hair, the same facial features and sometimes even the same expressions.  She, too, was a huntress and a teacher.  And a Sin-Eater, like their mother had been.  But unlike their mother, she had not been shunned for her duty.  The new Jaguar learned from the mistakes of the past, after all, and she was honored and revered for her sacrifice like Y’zareen should have been.

Y’ravin, their son and middle cub- who like his elder sister inherited his unusually large size, his hair and his eyes from his father- carried his own young cub on his shoulders, grinning as he approached the gathering.  He’d never shown interest in becoming a leader, or challenging for the position of Nunh, but he supported his family in all things- in his case, along with Arden’s sister Ravija’s children, he kept the family business, the Aldenard Protection Agency, alive and well decades after its inception.  “Hah, they’re all so quiet.  Must be tellin’ that story again, eh, Pop?”

Arden smirked at his boy- no, he wasn’t a boy anymore but a man grown with a cub of his own. “Near as I can remember, a certain someone who’s gotten too big for his britches used t’sit just as quiet-like.”

“Hey, I still do!  Just making an observation- sic ‘im, Y’zareen,” he said as he set the toddler down, and the little girl who was his great love’s namesake ran right towards her grandfather, all but crashing into him like only a young cub who had just learned how to run could.

Arden laughed and picked the cub into his arms and set her down on his lap.  “Well now, someone’s happy to see me,” he grinned.

“Stowwy!” the girl said, patting the old man’s chest playfully.

“Oh, I see how it is, just like these little heathens over here, ya just want me for me words,” he play-grumped.  The little girl giggled.

“Awright, awright, gather in close, I ain’t gonna yell it out for the lotta ya,” he said, smiling when all of the cubs sitting near his feet- his son included- scooched closer.

“Let’s see now...It was nigh on ten years ago,” he began, and slowly lost himself in the familiar cadence and rhythm and words of the story.  He didn’t even have to think about it anymore, so well-practiced and well-memorized was this story.  It was, without a doubt his favorite story to tell.  The one that stung the most, yet filled him with the most pride.  The story of his Jaguar, his mate, his fire, his shadow, his storm.  His Zareen.

And it was a complete and total lie.

The story was as much a dramatic retelling of their final hunt together as it was an exaggeration of the things that Zareen- and now Arha- had tried to instill in the young ones.  Discipline.  Duty.  Ferocity and implacability against your enemies.  Letting your emotions run free but not letting them run away from you.  Keeping a level head.  Doing what you must.  Making the hard choices and living with them, or dying by them

But he never told them what actually happened during that precious hour that Sarangerel’s bracelet gave her, the hour to decide exactly how she wanted to end her life after she finally succumbed to the Void within.  And Twelve willing, he never would.  That bittersweet pain was all his own and it always would be.

They knew from the beginning that they were on borrowed time, but neither of them expected to spend twenty-three glorious years together.  More than enough, yet not nearly enough.  She had been careful over the years, and the signs of her inner void taint took a long time to develop.  Discipline.  Self-control.  The will to resist temptation.  Considering how Zareen loved to live life to its fullest right to the end- dancing on that razor’s edge, playing with fire and shadow, becoming that storm that Arden loved so intensely, hunting her prey until the very last moment, spending all those years burning in her fire were as great a gift as the three cubs that they made together.  Year after year the taint inside her changed her outwardly, but she was still the same.  Her hair became closer to a mane.  She grew downwardly curved horns.  The tattoos on her body came alive, spreading and covering her arms.  Her hands became larger, her claws stretched and became long, wicked razors that she could retract at a whim, and near the end of their time together, whenever she called upon her aether a nimbus crown of blue-black void energy floated above her head- as if they needed more confirmation of what she was slowly becoming.

But even though every second they spent together was as precious as the rarest of gems, that last day- that last hour- was the most precious of all.

They had known going into that day, when the veins in her body and the blood within them grew black, that it was almost time.  And so they hunted one last time, together.  They went to the ruins of the ancient city of Mhach, which were still infested by powerful voidsent.  And it wasn’t long after they began their hunt that Sarangerel’s bracelet finally activated- the dull metal disc finally opened and revealed the arcane pattern of gems that blazed with power which it hid.

They both knew what that meant- Zareen’s mind would no longer be her own in an hour’s time.  She would become that which she had hunted and destroyed for decades.

And so Arden wove a fanciful story.

A story of a frightful battle against a voidsent he didn’t actually know existed or not, against hordes of creatures that never actually happened.  Of Zareen deciding that it was finally time to end her last hunt, bolting on ahead to the heart of the city and detonating her soulstone, like a star itself being born before his eye, burning as brightly and as furiously as her heart always had.

His children knew the story for a lie, but they allowed him this one thing- this one lie- because they saw how happy it made him to share this story with the cubs. They heard the fierce pride in his voice when he spoke of how they battled their way through the hordes of minor voidlings to reach their target, and they saw the painful longing in his eye when he spoke of his great love: Y’zareen Serhan, their mother.

They didn’t know the truth.  They didn’t have to know it.  No one but his old friends Khenbish and Dunrai knew the truth, because they were the ones he went to after Zareen’s hunt was over.

No one else needed to know what happened in that last, precious hour. No one needed to know about the tears and the screams, about the anguish and the terror.  No one needed to know exactly how much a man and a woman could do with one another or say to one another when there is literally no time to waste.  No one needed to hear about the gentle retellings of their favorite moments together, about the fierce, loving pride they felt at all they accomplished as partners and mates.  No one needed to know how badly Arden wished to follow his mate to the Lady’s side, but for his need to stay.  Ravin and Sarang were young yet, and needed their father’s guidance, and Arha was yet too young and unproven to lead the reborn Jaguar on her own.

But for them- for the three beautiful, strong, courageous, intelligent cubs created from Arden and Zareen’s love, fire, shadow and storm- the story would have ended before it was ever told.

And so Arden watched his beloved go, before the void claimed her forever, and watched as the voidsent swarmed her. And she fought them, roaring in defiance the entire time as they wounded her time and again, until that brilliant flash of light and power from her exploding soulstone claimed them all along with her.

Arden stayed rooted to the spot long after the marsh had reclaimed the crater that had been the center of the ancient ruin, and he hardly remembered returning to the custom mana-cutter he’d had built for traveling on their tandem hunts.  He hardly remembered getting in and flying his way back to the Shroud, to Khenbish and Dunrai’s home, where they had so often welcomed his and Zareen’s cubs when they went out to hunt, where their own procession of adoptive children had come and gone.  He hardly remembered collapsing to his knees in front of them when they greeted him.  There were no words exchanged- no words needed to be exchanged, they knew immediately why he had come.

And his brothers held onto him, kept him together when the shattered pieces of his heart threatened to fall and disappear into the nothing where they had been hidden before Zareen had walked into his life.  They kept him together for this, he thought to himself as he brought the story to its conclusion, smiling at the awed, joyful expression in each cubs’ face, at the way his son’s eyes glistened with emotion, at the fierce pride in the smiles of his daughters.

He wouldn’t have known any of this without Zareen.  He wouldn’t have seen their cubs grow and thrive and have cubs of their own.  He wouldn’t have known the bittersweetness of raising his own family, with and without his beloved.

*********

The old man dozed in his chair on the back porch of his house.

Vah’an...

He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the sun’s rays had slowly begun to dip down and darkness filled the Shroud combined with the comfortable cacophony of children playing about in the water had relaxed him to the point of drowsiness.

Vah’an…

Were he capable of more than just nodding off comfortably in his chair at the moment, he might grump about how even as little as five years ago he would have been eagerly joining in their play.

It is being time to awaken, my vah’an…

But such was life, and such was the harsh mistresses that were Time and Age.

It is being time foah one last hunt, yes?

The gentleness of the call woke him with a start, and the old man cursed up a storm.  Arden looked around and saw that the moon’s light was the only thing illuminating the clearing behind his home.  Where were his cubs?  Where were the grandcubs?  He forced himself to calm down.  Something had to be wrong- they wouldn’t just leave him there, asleep.  Abruptly he shot to his feet when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

A cat.

A large one.

A jaguar, sitting at the edge of the treeline, as slight blue-white corona of aether surrounding it.  Arden gasped, rubbing his eye and blinking rapidly.  When he looked again the jaguar was trotting away, into the forest.

Arden didn’t think- he simply gave chase, all thoughts of his children and grandchildren flying away like startled birds, because he knew this had to be a dream.  The rapidity with which he ran out of breath and his muscles protested the sudden activity after such a long time without it quickly put paid to that belief.

Arden panicked as he lost sight of the jaguar, and he spun in place, gulping air as he tried to find it.  Find her.  

Because it had to be her.

“My vah’an…”

Arden turned abruptly at the sound of her voice.

“Zareen,” he said, breathless, eye wide in wonder as the very image of Y’zareen Serhan as she had been on the day they met stood before him, shrouded in that blue-white light.

“Ahden, my mate,” she replied, her smile as dazzling and her eyes as brilliant as he remembered them. “Long have I missed you,” she said, lifting her hands to his cheeks.  They felt warm, with the familiar calluses and the very tiny pinpricks of her claws that he’d long ago committed to memory.

It felt like an eternity before Arden was able to speak.  “I’ve missed you too.  Every damn second of every damn day.”  His voice was thick with emotion, his eye glistening with unshed tears as he touched one of her cheeks with an aged, well-spotted hand.

“I know,” he said, her smile turning sad,  “I am being sorreh.  But I am also being proud, my vah’an.  Proud of what you and ouah cubs have built.  It is being theah time, now.  It is being time foah you to come home, aftah one last hunt togethah, like befoah,” she said,  and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

Instantly, the old man felt that rush he hadn’t felt since the day she died- that fire, that shadow, that storm.

And in that one moment, Arden Tide was no longer an old man.

He was as young, as happy and as full of vigor as the day they met, as the day she said she loved him for the first time, as the day she told him she was carrying their first cub.

“One last hunt,” she smiled.  “One last hunt, and then we return home to The Rivah- to be letting it take us wheah it may, so we can find each othah again in the next life, yes?”

Arden’s response was simply in the kiss he gave her in return.

********

The tiger and the jaguar padded away together into the forest.

Y’arha, Y’ravin and Y’sarang wept tears of joy as they saw their parents reunited for the last time- the perfect end to their imperfect love story.

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Ready Player Two: The Sequel’s Best Easter Eggs & References

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This piece contains spoilers for Ready Player Two.

When Ernest Cline published Ready Player One in 2011, its exhaustive array of Easter eggs were literally built into the worldbuilding—seemingly one pop culture name-drop per pixel that made up the digital OASIS, per the fierce 1980s nostalgia that creator James Donovan Halliday possessed for the most formative decade of his adolescence. And once the billionaire inventor revealed the Easter egg hunt for his fortune, it made perfect sense that the 2040s generation of gunters would immerse themselves in the same references, placing themselves into Halliday’s mindset to inherit his treasure.

Almost a decade later, those ’80s references are more exhausting in Ready Player Two—like when Wade rattles off his vintage morning routine basically cosplaying as Marty McFly, down to getting woken up by Huey Lewis and the News’ “Back in Time” via a Panasonic RC-6015 flip-clock radio. Whereas the Wade of Ready Player One enthusiastically logged onto the OASIS by quoting The Last Starfighter, the sequel’s gunter-turned-billionaire seems burnt out. He takes no joy in playing at a fictional character’s life instead of trying to improve his own.

Similarly, if Twitter reactions are any indication, readers of Ready Player Two are already finding the dense ’80s shout-outs to be more white noise than fun tidbits to be caught and noticed. It’s the same trick, but it loses its efficacy once you’ve seen behind the curtain.

That said, there are a handful of Easter eggs that break through the static. Because what’s the best way to make two familiar things new again? You mash them up.

Seven Shards for the Siren’s Soul

In some ways, it feels as if the sequel is retreading familiar ground, not quite copying Ready Player One’s Easter egg hunt but certainly building a seven-part quest around solving pop culture riddles. What somewhat redeems the narrative choice is a slightly different take on Easter eggs: not an exhaustive ’80s Wikipedia entry, but the personal Easter eggs of one woman’s life.

That woman is Kira Underwood, wife of OASIS co-founder Ogden Morrow, but also the unrequited love of James Donovan Halliday. As young adults, their Dungeons & Dragons campaigns eventually transformed into the creation of Gregarious Games and, ultimately, Gregarious Simulation Systems and the OASIS. But when Kira died young, both men mourned her… but only one tried to bring her back.

This time around, the prize is not Halliday’s fortune, but Kira’s “soul”—or, at least, a digital copy of her consciousness that Halliday copied without her knowledge or permission. Each Shard references a key point in Kira’s life, plenty of which overlap with Halliday’s ’80s obsession, as Kira met the two boys in 1988—in the middle of playing Sega Ninja, in fact. That’s the trial for the Second Shard, but later Shards relate to properties dear to Kira, which makes gunters like Parzival initially disregard treasured texts like J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion or the rich discography of a certain iconic purple-themed musician.

And as the Shard search goes on, the clues become more and more specific to Kira’s life, including the learning-is-fun planet that she and Og created together (Halcydonia) to bring free educational games to underserved children when they were unable to have biological children of their own; and Leucosia, her D&D character-turned-AI-persona. Each Shard also includes a “toll,” or a memory that Z must experience as Kira, to better understand how she was a vital person on her own, beyond these two men’s love for her.

While the Seven Shards won’t be immortalized in the best-of lists of fantasy quests, it’s a clear effort to reinterpret the notion of Easter eggs to be more than just however many pop culture references one person can hold over another. They can also be the personal artifacts that others are encouraged to excavate, and experience the world through another set of eyes.

Planet Shermer

Recast the foul, restore his ending. Andie’s first fate still needs mending.

The Third Shard’s riddle sends Z and Art3mis to Shermer, a planet named after the fictional Illinois town in which John Hughes set the majority of his movies. Inspired by his hometown of Northbrook (which was previously called Shermerville), Shermer was a composite of different aspects of suburbia from both sides of the tracks and everything in-between. A 2010 Vanity Fair article related how in Hughes’ mind, Sixteen Candles’ Samantha (Molly Ringwald) was a “passing acquaintance” of Ferris Bueller’s eponymous hero (Matthew Broderick), and The Breakfast Club’s Bender (Judd Nelson) grew up near Planes, Trains, & Automobiles’ Del Griffith (John Candy).

The OASIS’ Shermer follows Hughes’ thinking, by throwing his iconic teenage characters into a planet-sized Breakfast Club of sorts, with them all attending the same Shermer High School; Z notes that depending on which direction you approach the school, its facade resembles all three aforementioned teen films. That’s amusing enough, but then you remember that actors like Ringwald and Michael Anthony Hall collaborated with Hughes in a number of films—which means all of their alter egos are going to homeroom or the cafeteria together.

This portion of the book is rather delightful in how nonchalantly it plays out every fan’s crossover dreams and how it engages with parallel-universe casting decisions. For instance, Parzival notices Keith Nelson and Amanda Jones (Eric Stoltz and Lea Thompson) from Some Kind of Wonderful, only to realize that that couple is technically the original Marty McFly and his mother. And when it comes to deducing the Shard’s clue, superfan Samantha deduces that they must recast Duckie (the “fowl”) from Pretty in Pink, replacing Jon Cryer with a Weird Science-era Robert Downey, Jr., who had originally been up for the part. (You can already imagine the digital de-aging fun in the inevitable Ready Player Two movie.)

But while their goal is to get RDJ-Duckie and Andie dancing at prom, what’s most important is visiting Hughes himself in his home office to obtain his original Pretty in Pink ending. Perhaps the best Easter egg embedded in this mashup world is that when Art3mis and Z go to the Hughes’ home, they encounter his wife, Nancy Hughes. “I’ve never seen her here before!” Art3mis, who has played through this world’s rhythms countless times before, excitedly tells Parzival. “I didn’t know you even could!” It’s a nice parallel to Wade’s realization that Kira is more than just the wife or love interest, that she and Nancy Hughes are worth squeeing over all on their own.

L0hengrin’s Genderbending Avatar

As Wade relates, Parzival looks almost like him, just a bit thinner, taller, more muscular, and less afflicted by acne. His avatar is an idealized version of himself, as is the case for Samantha with Art3mis—though in Ready Player Two, she has incorporated her IRL facial birthmark into her digital persona, while Wade still sticks with his dream-self. They might also dress as pop culture characters, like Art3mis in her Molly Millions (from William Gibson’s Johnny Mnemonic) phase, yet it only goes so far as typical cosplay.

But in the sequel, Parzival meets YouTuber and gunter L0hengrin, who he identifies as a fan by name alone; in Arthurian legend, Lohengrin was Parzival’s son. When they meet in the OASIS, however, Parzival is struck by Lo’s avatar: She primarily takes the form of pixie-haired teen Helen Slater in The Legend of Billie Jean, but she’s also known for shifting into floppy-haired James Spader in Tuff Turf. While Lo, a trans woman, is not the first OASIS user to find herself in a nostalgic movie avatar, the fluidity of her gender presentation speaks to a deeper identification with various iconic figures depending on her gender in that moment. It also opens up the possibility of other genderqueer or nonbinary users finding their own unique representation via ’80s figures—after all, there are infinite personas to choose from.

The Afterworld

Another mashup world that Parzival, Aech, and Shoto visit on their quest for the Shards is a planet-sized shrine to Prince. And while its name is technically the unpronounceable Love Symbol, those in the know call it the Afterworld. Under ominous skies of “Purple Rain” they drive a “Little Red Corvette” to raid Paisley Park not for weapons, but for musical artifacts with which to challenge the Purple One(s).

Basically, the three gunters have to reenact Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, doing musical battle with seven iterations of Prince as the Evil Exes: Purple Rain Prince, Cloud Suit Prince, Gett Off Prince, Batdance Prince, Microphone Prince, Third Eye Prince, and Mesh-Mask Prince. Not to mention their henchmen, in the form of several past bands and collaborators. 

All things considered, the battle goes pretty quickly, especially since Aech is a super-fan coaching Parzival through how to wield the Cloud Guitar, and they have their own backup in the form of Prince’s old band Morris Day and the Time (a.k.a. The Original 7ven). There is a reason that Scott fights seven separate battles, each with its own arc and stakes. It ratchets up the tension in each fight and hints at Scott possibly failing, instead of seeming more like a means to an end, as is the case with Ready Player Two’s big jam session.

This one might be a tad more controversial for readers, depending on how sacred one holds Prince, but I would argue that inspiring a reaction—positive or negative—still counts as an Easter egg that works.

Needle Drops

Both Shermer and the Afterworld include dozens of music cues that can be triggered by passing over a certain spot or into a key moment out of pop culture history, though the needle drops are a consistent Easter egg throughout Ready Player Two. These “soundtrack landmines,” as Z calls them, set the scene, striding into Shermer High School to Killing Joke’s “Eighties”; or add gravitas to a moment, like when Parzival stares at Art3mis, realizing he’s still in love with her, and Boston’s “More Than a Feeling” begins playing.

For the most part, these cues belong to everyone: They’re planted in the same spaces for any user to trigger, regardless of whether or not they’ve ever actually sung or danced to these moments in John Hughes movies. Yet little Easter eggs like the Boston needle drop—which can only be triggered by one avatar staring at another for five seconds, while the ONI records an increase in heart rate—feel like personalized love letters to two lovebirds, caught in a special moment unique to just them. That’s exactly what you want an Easter egg to do.

Ready Player Two is available now from Ballantine Books. Let us know the Easter eggs that worked for you in the comments below…

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Todomomo Kids Appearance and Personality

Bc I realized in the original todomomo kids post I never described what they look like

Hajime:

Hajime is the oldest sibling, and he looks like a male Momo, with a more Shouto face

He’s hair is black (or red I haven’t decided yet but leaning more towards black) and he always keeps it short and very tidy. He always styles it by combing it (IT LOOKS LIKE THE HORIKOSHI SKETCH WERE BEST JEANIST COMBED SHOUTO’S HAIR)

He always looks a little bit stern and serious, but in the inside he’s a huge nerd

A perfect mesh of Momo and Shouto’s personalities tbh

He’s as serious about being a hero as the two of them, but he also geeks out on the inside and super liked helping people with homework

On hero duty he’s def stopped to help a kid with homework

He’s known as the Homework Hero lmao

His hero name would probably just be Hajime lmao

And since he has Momo’s quirk his outfit would probably be…. revealing <.<

But he would prefer it to be like a suit or something bc it looks nice (tear away suit??? Detachable sleeves, pant legs, etc?? Idk yet)

He helps his little sister with her homework a lot, and tries to help Haku but they have different methods of solving problems so always end up getting into small arguments about it

When he first became a side kick, he worked under a hero who he had interned under instead of his parents (even though Momo wasn’t subtle and left flyers for her hero agency around the house in hopes he’d pick the one she worked at lmao)

And in his first official villain fight it ended up being really strong so Shouto was requested as backup, and the entire fight Shouto was just like “that’s my son, look at him fighting his first villain I’m so proud :’)”

And afterward, Shouto insisted on taking pictures to commemorate

Hajime was so embarrassed lmao he was like father please we are both professional heroes and this is official business please put your phone away there are civilians watching

It was all over the news lmao

“EVEN TOP HEROES CAN BE EMBARRASSING PARENTS, AS EVIDENCE FROM HERO SHOUTO, WHO TOOK TIME AFTER DEFEATING A VILLAIN TO TAKE PHOTO’S OF HIS FIRST BORN SON’S HERO DEBUT; REPORTERS CAPTURED THE WARM FAMILY MOMENT AS WELL”

Hajime was so embarrassed and Shouto had the headline framed

(Hajime is also dating Izuocha daughter)

Haku:

Haku is the middle son, and he got all the good looking features of his parents

He got Shouto’s white hair, Momo’s smile, Shouto’s blue/green eyes (and possible his heterochromia, still considering this) and best of all Shouto’s ABS physical appearance and Momo’s lower lashes

His jaw is more sharper than when Shouto was fifteen tho

His hair, when not styled, looks like Shouto’s, except it leans more towards having Momo type bangs on one side (they’re as long as the rest of his hair tho)

And when he styles his hair, he gels those bangs up in like a wave like swoosh, and he combs the rest back…(IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT EXCEPT TEDDY LUPIN ISH HAIR)

He also has light blue streaks that he dyes into his hair, because he wants to be like his aunt Fuyumi :’)

Haku knows he has good looks and FLAUNTS IT (jokingly ofc)

School field trips have definitely happened where someone tells him they can’t see past him to the view (bc all the kids inherit the tall height from Shouto and Momo)

And without skipping a beat you bet Haku said “I am the view” while posing with his hand on his hip and an overly flirtatious wink

Haku has such a different personality from Shouto at first sight, that a lot of tabloids have gossiped that he’s an illegitimate child from an affair blah blah blah, the usual dramatic tabloid gossip stuff

But…. Haku literally looks like Shouto the most besides Fujiko, so like the tabloids are basing it solely off his personality

And his personality is like permanent bouncy Momo, where he’s happy and excited to help people, with some added traits of his own and some that are from either of his parents, just combined with his more expressive personality (it’s a little hard to explain his personality rip)

He’s best friends with Kamijirou daughter, and they have very similar taste in fashion (ripped jeans (fashionable ripped ofc) denim/military jackets, graphic tees, etc etc)

Haku got his ears pierced for his fifteenth birthday, and Momo almost fainted when she saw them (Haku convinced Uncle Kaminari to take him to get it done lmao)

He got grounded ofc, and so did Uncle Kaminari

He was more rebellious when he was a young teen, but he mellowed out as he got older and at 17 he’s pretty “chill” (haha get it he has an ice quirk) and very laid back

He’s still very joky ofc, but it’s more of a mature joking/flirting

No one can ever tell if he’s flirting or joking btw

Not even he knows

He has a crush on TsuyuToko teenager whose his age, and KiriMina daughter has a crush on him (it’s the Mina in her lmao)

He often helps KiriMina daughter with homework, and she never learns anything bc she’s spending the entire time gazing at him lmao (I’m leaning towards pairing him with her, but the Tsuyutoko child is still in development so his relationship status is as well till I figure everyone out lol)

Haku’s #1 with grades in class, and he’s so serious about schoolwork that people claim his personality does a 180 whenever homework is brought up and he gets so serious and focused (it’s also why he doesn’t notice KiriMina daughter obvious staring lmao)

At the end of every test however, as soon as the teacher says times up- Haku always throws his hands in the air and creates snow confetti and party poppers out of his hands in celebration while everyone cheers at the test being over

His hero name is either going to be Fullbuster (bc his quirk is like Gray’s powers lmao) or Ice Maker

Speaking of his quirk, Haku loves his quirk so much

It’s so useful for both jokes and serious situations- perfect for him!!

He wants to be a search and rescue hero, and figures his quirk is quite useful for that and fighting villains if needs be

He’s interning under Shouto, to help learn more about his ice powers and combat stuff, and when the media heard about it they were super interested

Because Shouto and Haku interacting is only seen rarely in the eyes of the public, and they’re eager to see how Shouto treats Haku (they want to see if anything happens to feed their gossipy “Haku is an affair child” theories)

Everyone’s so surprised bc Shouto’s so supportive of Haku and they get along so well???

And Haku’s the only one who appreciates Shouto’s (terrible) dad puns so gosh dang it Shouto’s going to say them more often now Haku’s around!!! (He says them with a straight face and that’s 70% of why Haku laughs lmao)

And when they’re patrolling, they have a game of who can say the most subtle ice related things in an interview without being caught

And it’s only figured out when they’re being interviewed together for the first time, and they just both decide to not hide it anymore and just let all the ice puns fall

Momo has that interview recorded

And in another interview, during Haku’s first couple weeks of internship, a reporter asks Shouto what he thinks of Haku, and Shouto being Shouto assumed they were referring to what he thought of Haku’s potential as a hero, since they refereed to him as “Your intern Haku” (they didn’t want to say son in case it’s a sensitive topic for Shouto… the media is really focused in on Haku being from an affair tbh, poor Haku he has to deal with this shotty media gossip his whole life :’( ) but so Shouto’s answer really baffles them bc it’s it what they’re expecting yet

“Shouto sir, can you tell us what you think about… your intern Haku?”

“Hm, well, Haku has great potential. He’s always had great control over his quirk, and he’s getting the field expierence he really needs and it’s boosting his potential even further. Like I’ve always said, I have no doubt he’ll make a great pro search and rescue hero.” “Errr, that’s great- but Mr. Shouto sir, we were wondering more what you thought about him as… you know…. a son.” “Why didn’t you just say that then. Whatever. To answer your question- *tabloids hold their breathe- this is the moment they’ve been waiting for*- Haku’s a great son, always has been and always will. Ever since he was born he’s been nothing but a pleasure to take care of.” “Al-alright.. uh uh, what do you think about the rumors that he isn’t your son?” “What? That’s a rumor?” “Yes sir, it is.” Shouto turns, looking behind him at Haku, who is in the background literally making cranks out of ICE to leverage some buildings up. Shouto turns back. “Do the people who believe that rumor know how quirk inheritance works?”

Needless to say, Shouto squashed that rumor once and for all :’)

Fujiko:

The youngest Daughter, Fujiko looks practically identical to what Shouto as a girl would look like

She has the half red half white hair, the usual facial expression, his personality- all of it!

She does have Momo’s eyes- onyx color and shape!

But that’s all she has looks wise from Momo at least until she’s older

And she also has both of Shouto’s quirks, which she’s a natural at using

Shouto dotes on her so much and Momo adores her

She’s still pretty young (only like 12-13 ish) so she hasn’t gotten into U.A yet, but when she does eventually attend, she wants her hero name to be Miss Half and Half LMAO

Fujiko isn’t as developed as her two older brothers sadly so this is like, pretty much as far as I’ve gotten with her :’(

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In August 2020 several celebrities cut their hair in recent years. Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, as usual in long long or Short Hair Styles (Miley Cyrus short pixie haircut long hair pixie cut too short a new Miley Cyrus then comment too much about her hair. It's a really small thing for someone who cuts their hair short but why has Miley been noticed by so many people. Vanessa Hudgens's Short Hairstyles Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, I don't think the short-cut Miley looks good. Here Vanessa Hudgens also cut her hair short but this looks great with a curly bob not too long but too short. And earlier this week it hit the hall again. Vanessa Hudgens's Haircuts Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, In the weeks and months before that we saw. Coachella beachy waves for example or the 2020 - 2021. Inspired baby bangs and Bob combo back in February. Vanessa Hudgens's Hairstyles Explains Nikki. He said: we made a good cut of 10 inches long but kept their appendages for fullness. This is a great way to make the most of your extensions before removing them. Short chops shaped by r+Co sailboat soft wave spray with Unite liquid powder added texture to the fuselage ends and volume. Vanessa Hudgens's Short Hair Just two hours before Vanessa briefly shared her new 'do' (hair yearning for this summer breeze the actress shared an additional Insta along with long flowing extensions that were almost to her waist.a dramatic change. After a winter full of cold dry weather and a ton of wind it's all the inspiration we need to go into the hall and cut our dead ends. Vanessa Hudgens's Hair Although perhaps this doesn't happen in Beverly Hills. Vanessa hudgens 25 with her boyfriend at the themed party. had the birthday. She shines in her voluminous curly tresses do as she parted at the side and shows off her glamour by wearing a sideboob ensemble. We have to say he's really grown up. Vanessa Hudgens curly hair tutorial Vanessa Hudgens is attractive and stylish wearing both short hair and long hair. Here are some of his hair looks. Let's see how you shake your hair. Vanessa Anne Hudgen American actress and singer enjoys worldwide popularity. Unlike blunt bob (or as he puts it a bb his latest appearance before returning to his Super length is a choppy cut that hits his chin. Vanessa Hudgens Hairstyles, Hair Cuts and Colors We're talking about a waist-to-chin transformation here. She posted several before photos of herself on a deckchair on her snapchat story yesterday. The difference is dramatic. For more dramatic effect a few curls of branches can be left dangling one side of the face to add to the attractive aura. Applying this helps to keep the shape of the curls in check with some mouse over freshly washed hair and by sticking your fingers through the hair. Vanessa Hudgens Hairstyles & Hair Colors These medium curly hairstyles are perfect for girls with an oval or square or round face shape. Kylie Jenner and J. Like Lo Vanessa Hudgens is a big chameleon when it comes to her hair. If you want proof all you have to do is navigate the star's Instagram and you'll see exactly what I mean. In fact just last week hudgens went from short hair to. Vanessa Hudgens hairstyles short Long hair like nothing at all-and naturally took to Instagram to show off her transformation. The 30-year-old Pole actress kicked off New York Fashion Week with wavy mid-length hair for the Carolina Herrera show on September 9. Then less than 24 hours later she was seen sporting Vera Wang's ultra-long über-chic ponytail. Vanessa Hudgens haircut short A young American actress decided to go Beautiful with her ex-girlfriend Zac Efron and her long braids. One of the official receptions appeared in an entirely new look before the audience. Butch of course is the star face but it's a bit old. As Vanessa became known herself she continued to get used to her new. Vanessa Hudgens hair extensions Image but it wasn't long before she got used to the new style. Vanessa Hudgens has always been someone who changes hairstyles-but hair colour. This is a different story. The actress rarely shies away from her signature borderline-black look but that changed last night when she attended the premiere for her upcoming film. Vanessa Hudgens hair products Boys for Life with a noticeably lighter brunette tone. Vanessa is killing it tonight with her new #haircolor Hudgens' colorist Cassondra Kaeding wrote.she confirmed the colour change in an instagram post. In the photo the glammed-up Hudgens show off a rich tone of the hot caramel brunette-a far cry from her usual jet-black hue. Vanessa Hudgens hair short Celebrity stylist Chad Wood curled the star's hair into voluminous old Hollywood-esque waves which he classified as full luxury. Mid-curls style Vanessa Hudgens's preference for celebrating femininity. Framing beautiful flawless sun-kissed skin soft cascading curls are the perfect style to mimic the summery feel. Vanessa Hudgens hair styles The middle curls were pulled back for a more defined look allowing for versatility ranging from soft loose-hanging curls to updo-style swirl. Following Vanessa Hudgens on Instagram is like having constant fodder to inspire new hair. He's always changing things. One day she will be a shade of blonde ombre and before you know it she is a redhead. Vanessa Hudgens bob haircut And the ever-evolving hair length is basically a masterclass in nailing hair extensions. She always goes back and forth between layers of flowing mermaid hair and grazing shoulders. But yesterday she cut her hair shorter than we've seen in a long time. Now just a few days later she's showing off what her super-long hair looks like from a ponytail. Vanessa Hudgens new haircut One word: unbelievable. Vanessa Hudgens has completely transformed from Disney star to Mega movie star. Check out the beauty transformation of the past few years. From beach waves to a glam Bob we've completely changed Vanessa Hudgens hair and make-up over the years. Take a look at the greatest moments of beauty. Vanessa Hudgens natural hair Just when we thought we could make it through the day without a big celebrity hair change Vanessa Hudgens pulled a quick one on us and got bang. The 28-year-old appears to be following in the footsteps of Sofia Vergara and Kaia Gerber transforming her blunt lobe into a voluminous textured bob with choppy bangs. Vanessa Hudgens curly hair The most surprising part: it's actually real. While celebrities like Bella Hadid and Zendaya have toyed with our hearts with convincing clip bursts the high school Musical star's outbursts seem here to stay-or hope. Vanessa Hudgens red hair Vanessa Anne Hudgens is an American actress and singer. After making her feature film Thirteen hudgens rose to prominence portraying Gabriella Montez in the high school Musical film series which brought her considerable mainstream success. View yourself with Vanessa hudgens hairstyles. We also provide easy how to style by reporting tips on which hair can match face shape hair texture and hair density. Vanessa Hudgens hair color Gabriella Montez's saucy and engaging look in the series high school Musical makes her a household name. His song “Breaking Free for the High School Musical trilogy peaked in the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100. So he becomes a superstar. At the moment Vanessa Hudgens various hairstyles have been a hot topic for people wanting to follow the fashion and trend. Long curly hairstyles seem popular and romantic. Vanessa Hudgens hair curly Her long straight hairstyles look neat and waterfall. Some bright highlights also add more wow factor. Short hairstyles look cool and modern. You can choose what is appropriate for your personality and hair length. Vanessa Hudgens hairstyles can ideally be created in your look giving you many head turns. Here we list some sumptuous and gorgeous hairstyles. Let's check one at a time. Vanessa Hudgens long hairstyles. Vanessa Hudgens hair fringe Ombre wavy hairstyle this long wavy hairstyle features softness and romance. Vanessa Hudgens has worked plenty of hair transformations since her high school musical days going from beach waves to straight strands of pixie plants and Coachella mesh crowns. And who can forget the time she did four hair make-up in a row. Vanessa Hudgens hair long Add extensions dye her hair in a red autumn shade cut it short and then switch to a beautiful bronze shade. this time she appeared with a textured crop and wavy fringe — courtesy of celebrity hairstylist Chad Wood who revealed her new hairstyle on Instagram. Vanessa Hudgens goes for a short fun and look with a short wavy cut style. Vanessa Hudgens haircut Ideally this style is presented in soft waves to give the impression of volume and vitality. Loosely styled tresses can move away from her facial frame allowing her beautiful petite features to be admired. This easy-to-maintain style only requires a small mouse applied to damp hair. Vanessa Hudgens hairstyle Running between the fingers or looking at the hair the desired way is easily done. The fuss-free element contributes to the popularity of this style because it is a quick and easily manageable style for the busy person. This short curly black bob hairstyle is ideal for Oval rectangular square and diamond face shapes.

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Meshing with someone-

After having spent time with Karanathie, he had slowly gotten to know the small medic quite well; she was slightly like him with the quietness-- Though when the woman did speak, the voice was smooth like silk he could not help but enjoy her voice while being around, starting to come out of the shell that he had closed around him for so long; though eye contact was a problem, even if the medic said nothing about this it would still eat at him.

Though each and every time he was around her, there was someone else from time to time there as well most were there to get medical attention or others wanting herbal supplements, it was slightly odd as the medic had never spoken of the people who visit her oh so often, calling her by name and the fondness she had with some people. This was a sight to see for him, and he hadn’t a clue why; perhaps keeping around the medic may help him but she was gone far too often, and from what he has placed together the medic helps both factions, he wasn’t against this; though he still didn’t know why until the day he questioned her methods.

“ Excuse me, Lady Karanithe?”

“Yes Zenis?”

“ I see with some of your paperwork… Some of the documents are of Common… Why is it you wish to aid both… Is it just out of Caring for people… Or something else?”

The woman was seen to shift lightly in the chair at the question; though she moved herself forward and kept the full attention on him, the blue eyes looking to the green of his noting the apprehensiveness. Lack of contact was still high for the two but one should ever question this, as people had their reasons, clearing her throat before contemplating on what exactly to say, and explain to the young man before her.

“ You see, I am a medic; it’s my job and my duty It is  to be true to  my heart in all honesty. Though regardless I do not judge a person for what race or faction they have been born into or like that pandaren; who have the choice to pick a side, I do wish others could see that if we work together more often we may start to see what lies in others hearts--- Every person is different, not all will be the same… That is what makes us all ourselves, and none should pressure a person to sway their ways, unless they are being harmful to others or theirself. This is what I love to do, as I have learned to love all people for what others choose not to sometimes.”

The mans expression changed here and there, clearly pensive on the conversation and her views on the people of their world, slowly walking over to the window; ‘How could this medic say such things, after some people have treated her bad-- Keeping to what she believes in no matter who says what.’ it was clear that the medic was far more experienced and wise than him, though some views were different as he has never tried to meet others as she has; making him think more on how others go about their lives and the day to day, how do people think of others, compared to most? He will have to start getting around, and exploring this world for himself.

“Perhaps one day, when I get a tad bit older… You can take me along?”

“I can not take you within the stormwind walls Zenis, I am sorry.”

“But you get in, and do your work there; It might just be me, but that seems unfair.”

“My dear Zenis… I have been doing this for much longer, that and I am a half breed, as well not a Sin’dorei, you know I am Half Quel'dorei and half Human, Both are actually thought as keeping to the alliance, but I enjoy each side, as I know and see them as having tender hearts.”

“So… I can never see their side, and explore the lands?”

“Not yet.”

Nodding they would talk more; telling him all about the people in stormwind, everyone did sound very lovely, though he knew he would never be able to meet any of them… Well he may but one does not know the language, perhaps he should study the common language and many more, he was raised to understand the normal ways; Orcish and his own thalassian, but he wanted to know more, and expand his mind to see and talk about other people's views. To him, though he was still young; he had the itch to learn more, even though he really wished to be able to be a battle mage- that will take a very lengthy time to train and assure himself ready to fight alongside his comrades, though first thing's first get a stable job. Helping the medic pack for her long trip ahead he would soon walk her out of the silvermoon city walls and wave good-bye.

“Time to get to the job search.”

Walking back through the city eyeing the stone walkways that paved the streets knowing he was passing people a side glance would be given without moving his head up to see the people fully; he wanted to work on this though was still too shy to talk to most people, throughout the city he heard laughter yet still never went to look to their facial expressions-- having bad posture due to this habit his neck was mostly dipped with the short hair exposing a small portion of his neck.

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In August 2020 several celebrities cut their hair in recent years. Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, as usual in long long or Short Hair Styles (Miley Cyrus short pixie haircut long hair pixie cut too short a new Miley Cyrus then comment too much about her hair. It's a really small thing for someone who cuts their hair short but why has Miley been noticed by so many people. Vanessa Hudgens's Short Hairstyles Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, I don't think the short-cut Miley looks good. Here Vanessa Hudgens also cut her hair short but this looks great with a curly bob not too long but too short. And earlier this week it hit the hall again. Vanessa Hudgens's Haircuts Vanessa Hudgens's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles, In the weeks and months before that we saw. Coachella beachy waves for example or the 2020 - 2021. Inspired baby bangs and Bob combo back in February. Vanessa Hudgens's Hairstyles Explains Nikki. He said: we made a good cut of 10 inches long but kept their appendages for fullness. This is a great way to make the most of your extensions before removing them. Short chops shaped by r+Co sailboat soft wave spray with Unite liquid powder added texture to the fuselage ends and volume. Vanessa Hudgens's Short Hair Just two hours before Vanessa briefly shared her new 'do' (hair yearning for this summer breeze the actress shared an additional Insta along with long flowing extensions that were almost to her waist.a dramatic change. After a winter full of cold dry weather and a ton of wind it's all the inspiration we need to go into the hall and cut our dead ends. Vanessa Hudgens's Hair Although perhaps this doesn't happen in Beverly Hills. Vanessa hudgens 25 with her boyfriend at the themed party. had the birthday. She shines in her voluminous curly tresses do as she parted at the side and shows off her glamour by wearing a sideboob ensemble. We have to say he's really grown up. Vanessa Hudgens curly hair tutorial Vanessa Hudgens is attractive and stylish wearing both short hair and long hair. Here are some of his hair looks. Let's see how you shake your hair. Vanessa Anne Hudgen American actress and singer enjoys worldwide popularity. Unlike blunt bob (or as he puts it a bb his latest appearance before returning to his Super length is a choppy cut that hits his chin. Vanessa Hudgens Hairstyles, Hair Cuts and Colors We're talking about a waist-to-chin transformation here. She posted several before photos of herself on a deckchair on her snapchat story yesterday. The difference is dramatic. For more dramatic effect a few curls of branches can be left dangling one side of the face to add to the attractive aura. Applying this helps to keep the shape of the curls in check with some mouse over freshly washed hair and by sticking your fingers through the hair. Vanessa Hudgens Hairstyles & Hair Colors These medium curly hairstyles are perfect for girls with an oval or square or round face shape. Kylie Jenner and J. Like Lo Vanessa Hudgens is a big chameleon when it comes to her hair. If you want proof all you have to do is navigate the star's Instagram and you'll see exactly what I mean. In fact just last week hudgens went from short hair to. Vanessa Hudgens hairstyles short Long hair like nothing at all-and naturally took to Instagram to show off her transformation. The 30-year-old Pole actress kicked off New York Fashion Week with wavy mid-length hair for the Carolina Herrera show on September 9. Then less than 24 hours later she was seen sporting Vera Wang's ultra-long über-chic ponytail. Vanessa Hudgens haircut short A young American actress decided to go Beautiful with her ex-girlfriend Zac Efron and her long braids. One of the official receptions appeared in an entirely new look before the audience. Butch of course is the star face but it's a bit old. As Vanessa became known herself she continued to get used to her new. Vanessa Hudgens hair extensions Image but it wasn't long before she got used to the new style. Vanessa Hudgens has always been someone who changes hairstyles-but hair colour. This is a different story. The actress rarely shies away from her signature borderline-black look but that changed last night when she attended the premiere for her upcoming film. Vanessa Hudgens hair products Boys for Life with a noticeably lighter brunette tone. Vanessa is killing it tonight with her new #haircolor Hudgens' colorist Cassondra Kaeding wrote.she confirmed the colour change in an instagram post. In the photo the glammed-up Hudgens show off a rich tone of the hot caramel brunette-a far cry from her usual jet-black hue. Vanessa Hudgens hair short Celebrity stylist Chad Wood curled the star's hair into voluminous old Hollywood-esque waves which he classified as full luxury. Mid-curls style Vanessa Hudgens's preference for celebrating femininity. Framing beautiful flawless sun-kissed skin soft cascading curls are the perfect style to mimic the summery feel. Vanessa Hudgens hair styles The middle curls were pulled back for a more defined look allowing for versatility ranging from soft loose-hanging curls to updo-style swirl. Following Vanessa Hudgens on Instagram is like having constant fodder to inspire new hair. He's always changing things. One day she will be a shade of blonde ombre and before you know it she is a redhead. Vanessa Hudgens bob haircut And the ever-evolving hair length is basically a masterclass in nailing hair extensions. She always goes back and forth between layers of flowing mermaid hair and grazing shoulders. But yesterday she cut her hair shorter than we've seen in a long time. Now just a few days later she's showing off what her super-long hair looks like from a ponytail. Vanessa Hudgens new haircut One word: unbelievable. Vanessa Hudgens has completely transformed from Disney star to Mega movie star. Check out the beauty transformation of the past few years. From beach waves to a glam Bob we've completely changed Vanessa Hudgens hair and make-up over the years. Take a look at the greatest moments of beauty. Vanessa Hudgens natural hair Just when we thought we could make it through the day without a big celebrity hair change Vanessa Hudgens pulled a quick one on us and got bang. The 28-year-old appears to be following in the footsteps of Sofia Vergara and Kaia Gerber transforming her blunt lobe into a voluminous textured bob with choppy bangs. Vanessa Hudgens curly hair The most surprising part: it's actually real. While celebrities like Bella Hadid and Zendaya have toyed with our hearts with convincing clip bursts the high school Musical star's outbursts seem here to stay-or hope. Vanessa Hudgens red hair Vanessa Anne Hudgens is an American actress and singer. After making her feature film Thirteen hudgens rose to prominence portraying Gabriella Montez in the high school Musical film series which brought her considerable mainstream success. View yourself with Vanessa hudgens hairstyles. We also provide easy how to style by reporting tips on which hair can match face shape hair texture and hair density. Vanessa Hudgens hair color Gabriella Montez's saucy and engaging look in the series high school Musical makes her a household name. His song “Breaking Free for the High School Musical trilogy peaked in the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100. So he becomes a superstar. At the moment Vanessa Hudgens various hairstyles have been a hot topic for people wanting to follow the fashion and trend. Long curly hairstyles seem popular and romantic. Vanessa Hudgens hair curly Her long straight hairstyles look neat and waterfall. Some bright highlights also add more wow factor. Short hairstyles look cool and modern. You can choose what is appropriate for your personality and hair length. Vanessa Hudgens hairstyles can ideally be created in your look giving you many head turns. Here we list some sumptuous and gorgeous hairstyles. Let's check one at a time. Vanessa Hudgens long hairstyles. Vanessa Hudgens hair fringe Ombre wavy hairstyle this long wavy hairstyle features softness and romance. Vanessa Hudgens has worked plenty of hair transformations since her high school musical days going from beach waves to straight strands of pixie plants and Coachella mesh crowns. And who can forget the time she did four hair make-up in a row. Vanessa Hudgens hair long Add extensions dye her hair in a red autumn shade cut it short and then switch to a beautiful bronze shade. this time she appeared with a textured crop and wavy fringe — courtesy of celebrity hairstylist Chad Wood who revealed her new hairstyle on Instagram. Vanessa Hudgens goes for a short fun and look with a short wavy cut style. Vanessa Hudgens haircut Ideally this style is presented in soft waves to give the impression of volume and vitality. Loosely styled tresses can move away from her facial frame allowing her beautiful petite features to be admired. This easy-to-maintain style only requires a small mouse applied to damp hair. Vanessa Hudgens hairstyle Running between the fingers or looking at the hair the desired way is easily done. The fuss-free element contributes to the popularity of this style because it is a quick and easily manageable style for the busy person. This short curly black bob hairstyle is ideal for Oval rectangular square and diamond face shapes.