#might change his scars idk

[artistcalledbella]

Hi, I saw that you drew Homicidal Liu and I'm curious what his face would look like. Could you draw it, please???

Small sketch of him I finished today __φ(．．)

[fei-scribbles]

kenadian design because i binged all his videos recently

[999moreyears]

finished this riptide reference lineup.. after like a month cuz i Procrastinated like crazy LOL

[scoliosisgoblin]

doodles, idk

[skelekins]

:)

Just cute scar thing been thinking about

Bc he hasn’t been able to use his comfy powers in a very long time (got corrupted by circumstance and, in turn trying to use it caused distress (especially bc the results were more and more lacking))

So when he first sees/feels/smells one of Kelek’s objects he’s just instantly drawn to it bc “smells like me, kind of, feels like comfort” just starts purring and kneading

Probably passes the fuck out and is actually somewhat relaxed

>w< luv scar being cute

[ghost-t-cryptids]

Woahg...working on post-main story designs for my LoZ lads bc I feel like they should look a bit different.

[sysig]

He’s everywhere, this guy (Patreon)

Bonus:

[deivorous]

..

[cmdonovann]

best drawing of atlas ive done in ages and its in my new shitty sketchbook. lol. i will have to clean this up at some point.

[clover-doodles]

MY SECRET LIFE DESIGNS

But reference chibis + headcannons

[ row by row ]

[ individuals + headcannons ]

Lizzie

- fairy

Cleo

- zombie

Gem

- deer / fawn

Pearl

- moth + avian

- no moth or bird in particular

Scar

- fae / vex + moth

- a fluffy moth

- scars change depending on the series

Grian

- watcher + avian

- glasses are there sometimes

- starling based

- wing theme changes very depending on the series

Mumbo

- vampire + moth

- no moth in particular

Etho

- arctic fox

Joel

- fae + whatever his season theme is

Martyn

- fae + elf ( idk) + whatever his season theme is

Scott

-  butterfly

- or whatever his season theme is

Jimmy

- avian

- canary based

Tango

- blazeborn

Impulse

- imp

Skizz

- angel

BigB

- rabbit

- whatever his season theme is

Bdubs

- a mossy dude

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I finally finished them all ( yippe )

character design is hard especially on chibis because you have to make them least cluttered as possible ( I don’t think I did a good job on that part but who cares)

will these be hell to animate ( yes ) but I don’t care I love them anyway

( I maybe might make a commentary video about my process but that probably won’t be for a bit )

[benevolentbones]

Haiii idk how to word this but basically season 10 spencer reid seeing reader in a backless dress nd hes all flustered but also really attracted to her ? idk if i worded this right sorryy

green dress | spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: mention of scar, uncomfortable body image! fem reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: thank you for your request!! i hope you enjoy this<3 requests still open, im getting through them! reblogs n comments always appreciated <3

you’ve always been insecure about how you looked in dresses, especially backless ones.

a year or so ago when you were out on the field, an unsub had managed to corner you and stabbed you in the back resulting in a scar a few inches long that rested between your shoulder blades.

even before the incident you weren’t keen on showing off much skin, but now the scar made you even more self-conscious.

you often found yourself shying away from outfits that revealed too much, particularly those that might expose the mark left behind from that encounter.

the fear of judgment and the constant reminder of that day made it difficult for you to feel confident in anything but the most modest clothing, so when you went out dress shopping, and penelope pulled out a backless dress she could immediately sense your discomfort.

you were out with penelope and emily, using your very rare day off to go dress shopping for agent rossi’s annual ball he liked to host in his mansion.

a frown graced your features as penelope held up a simple dark green satin dress with a plunged neckline and, of course, it was backless.

emily noticed your frown, turning around in one of the many dresses she had tried on in the last hour. this one was by far the nicest, it hugged her nicely and the shade of red complimented her striking features.

“c’mon y/n, you’ll look so good.” emily hummed, smoothing down the dress on her form as she looked in the mirror.

“i- i don’t know guys- you know that’s not really my style.”

“oh but it could be- just try it on please!” penelope practically begged, shoving the soft fabric into your arms. despite your dislike for showing off your body, you knew this would make the girls happy so you obliged, stepping into the changing room and drawing the curtain closed.

penelope and emily waited anxiously for your return, still adorned in the dresses they were also trying on. penelope opted for a bright pink number, with many layers of tulle, very much her style.

you slid the curtain back, taking a step out and shuffling awkwardly towards the mirror where the girls sat. their expressions ranged from shock to excitement, penelope had a huge grin on her red stained lips.

“you look perfect!” she squealed out, adjusting her thick framed glasses to get a better look at you.

emily nodded in agreement, her dark eyes scanning how the dress hugged your form. “wow..you’ll be the prettiest at the party.” she chuckled.

you stood in front of the mirrors, turning slightly so you could get a look at how the dress sat on you. you had to admit, it suited your figure well, accentuating your curves. you turned to see the back of the dress, it cut rather low, stopping just before the small of your back.

your eyes flickered up to the scar on your back, you instinctively rolled your shoulder blades back. “i- i don’t know…” you mumbled out under your breath.

penelope shook her head. “you look amazing- you have to get it.”

still uncertain you sighed, “i feel so exposed- im not used to this.”

emily glanced towards penelope, a smirk turning up on her lips before she spoke. “that’s spencer’s favourite colour you know..” she muttered out half casually.

instantly you could feel a rush of warmth spread to your cheeks, the thought of spencer seeing you at the party in a dress like this made you nervous. you shot emily a fake glare which she returned with a knowing smile.

“so….yes to the dress?” penelope quizzed, eyes wide as she waited for your answer. you paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“fine..”

~

it was the night of the party. guests were arriving, music was blaring, derek and spencer were standing near the punch bowl.

as you walked in, you could feel the buzz of excitement in the air. the soft fabric of the dress clung to your skin, making you more aware of every movement you made. emily and penelope flanked you, their presence giving you a bit of courage.

you scanned the room, heart pounding, until your eyes landed on spencer. he was deep in conversation with derek, but as if sensing your gaze, he turned. his eyes widened slightly when he saw you, and a small, appreciative smile played on his lips.

spencer’s figure adorned a deep green suit, complimented with a black shirt and tie, the colour a few shades darker than the dress you were wearing. your eyes flickered away, as you whispered to penelope.

“did you know-“ she cut you off with a small smirk. a breath escaped your lips as you drew closer to the two men, emily and penelope not leaving your sides incase you decided to make a dash for it.

“wow you ladies look incredible.” morgan whistled lowly, penelope and emily as if on que, abandoned your side, linking arms with derek. “i’ll see you later lover boy.” morgan shot back to spencer as he lead the two women away from you.

spencer’s eyebrows furrowed at morgan’s comment, his gaze quickly fixing back on you.

spencer's eyes widened as they fell on you. his jaw dropped slightly, and a rosy hue crept up his neck to his cheeks. he fumbled for words, clearly flustered.

"y-you look... amazing," he finally managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt your own cheeks warm at his reaction, your heart fluttering. you took a step closer, your eyes meeting his, and you could see the genuine awe in his gaze.

"thank you, spencer" you replied softly, a shy smile playing on your lips. despite feeling so out of place and out of your comfort zone in the dress, the way spencer looked at you made you feel…confident.

he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "i mean, —you always look nice, but tonight... you look... stunning."

the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. spencer, usually so composed and articulate, was completely gobsmacked, and it was all because of you.

his gaze shifted to the dress again, now noticing the low cut, how it showed off your back and the scar between your shoulder blades. he felt a surge of warmth rush to his cheeks, his breath practically getting caught in his throat.

"i, uh," he started, his eyes still locked on you, "i didn't expect... i mean, wow." he let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, soft brown locks falling over his face.

"it's just a dress…” you said, though you felt a thrill at his reaction.

"no," he shook his head, his gaze unwavering, "it's not just the dress. it's you. you're... breathtaking— you’ve always been breathtaking.”

his words left you momentarily speechless, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both exhilarated and shy. you took another bold step closer, your hands lightly brushing against his.

"spencer, i.." you began, but the words failed you. instead, you let your eyes speak for you, hoping he could see the effect he had on you.

he took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they curled around yours. “—you’re- god.. you’ve always been so beautiful- and i should’ve said something earlier— told you sooner..”

your eyes widened as he spoke, the taller man taking a step closer to you, his hand resting at your waist, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin on the backless dress. your breath hitched slightly at his warm grasp.

“i— fuck.” he mumbled out, for once in his life spencer found himself unable to formulate a sentence, to describe how he felt about you. he had longed for you, for months, years even..and now he had the chance to just tell you.

your eyes flickered over his facial expression, the pale pink hue deepened as he brought his gaze back to meet yours. his dark eyes traveled down to your lips once more.

he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you right now, the way the light made your skin glow, how the dress wrapped around your body- the low cut back, it was all too much for him.

spencer leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. it was gentle at first, filled with the unspoken feelings you both had kept hidden for so long.

as the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of warmth and happiness, a feeling of rightness settling over you. his hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

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[tiny-space-platypus]

Part 3

Previous

Danny. (Might make this an actually a story and not bullet points later just need it to not be in my head)

Danny is 21, Jason is 22.

Danny goes to Gotham U (probably aerospace engineering idk)

Danny's tuffs of white hair is being with the GIW. Vivisection, medical torture, stress, being in a state of almost dying all the time, experiment, ect

Danny had matching "autopsy" scars to Jason

Good-ish relationship with parents (they're just MIA)

The portal in Amity is gone (?)

Danny and Jason will become trauma brothers (not in this one but soon maybe)

Danny POV

The GIW got bold and took over Amity, claiming radiation,l poisoning from the Mr. And Mrs. Fenton. Claiming they were criminals after they stopped working with them. Neither Danny nor Jazz have heard from them since. The sudden seizure of the town meant both Jazz and Danny had to change their last names and hope Tucker and Technus can keep their promise and erase them from all files and replace it with their new names and identities. Their new Family name being the Nightingales, a family that had lost their parents in an accident a long time ago leaving behind 3 children to excel in different fields.

Jazz went off to college at Stanford while Danny and Elle went to Gotham. Danny for university and Elle for school. Why Gotham? There were so many energies and frequencies that their ghost signatures shouldn't be noticed and if it was it'd be easy to hide. Plus, they both really liked the city. They had moved to Gotham in the summer to settle in before school. Dani got her Gotham academy uniforms, Danny got his attire for class, and both were about ready for school to start at the end of the month.

Only one problem, he keeps getting mistaken for some guy. This guy must be frightening or something since as soon as he smiles or laughs to try and reassure whoever stops him, they look at him in horror. Especially if he has his green eyes at the time. Danny wonders why.

Next

[378262]

dreaming of a nose job lmao

[scoliosisgoblin]

he locked in

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! how are you?

i recently burned my thigh with my iron curler and it formed a big scar. it started slowly bubbling up and i accidentally popped it like 2 days ago so now i have fresh skin open 🥲 it’s extra sensitive and i have to patch it up. and when i let the wound breath it HURTS 😭

i was wondering if you could write about this with emt!marauders? or maybe just james? idk lol whatever you feel like writing it about.

AND IF YOUVE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS ALREADY, MY BAD 😃😭

Hi lovely, I'm good! I'm really sorry this happened, it sounds awful!! Hope it's feeling a bit better by now <3

cw: severe burn (no details)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 786 words

“I don’t think we should do this.”  

“I mean,” says James, sitting patiently opposite you on the bed, “I don’t love it either.” 

“Then let’s not,” you bargain.

 He gives you a sorry smile. “What do you think we should do instead, angel?” 

You take a deep breath. “Leave it,” you say on the exhale. “It’ll heal eventually. Or it won’t, and the bandage will become my new skin. I could be fine with that.” 

“I’m somewhat attached to your real skin.” 

“We all have to make sacrifices, James.” 

Your boyfriend gives you an amused look, but there’s worry beneath it. You feel guilty for putting him through this. It’s bad enough that he has to change your bandages for you because you’re too squeamish to do it yourself, but now you’re also making him convince you as if it were his idea. 

You blow out a long breath, tilting your face up toward the ceiling. “I can’t see it.” 

“You don’t have to,” he reassures you. “You can close your eyes, baby.”

“How bad is a little infection really?” you ask, but you’re already laying back, succumbing to the plushness of your pillow. 

“I had a dog bite get infected once,” James says, pulling your leg into his lap. Strong, gentle fingers on the underside of your thigh. “I didn’t enjoy it.” 

“You got bitten by a dog?” You turn your head to see him, but he shoots you a look and you sigh, covering your eyes with your hands. “When was that?” 

“When I was little.” One of his hands stays cradling your leg, but you feel the fingers of the other probing carefully at the edges of your bandage. Apprehension climbs up your throat, mingling with the ache of affection that’s already there. You appreciate how delicate James is with you, peeling the bandage up gingerly by one corner instead of ripping it off like some might. “It wasn’t really the dog’s fault, it was just spooked and I didn’t know enough to stay away.” 

You hiss as the bandage sticks to a tender bit of skin, and James coos an apology, stroking the unharmed skin beside it soothingly. Then the whole thing comes off, air hitting the wound and making you tense all over. 

“What happened with the bite?” Your voice is somewhat strained. 

James hesitates. “There was a lot of puss involved,” he says. “You won’t want to hear the details.” 

“Mm, thanks.” 

He chuckles. You can hear him twisting the cap off the antibiotic ointment. Your fingertips press harder into your brow bone. 

“You alright?” he asks softly. 

“Mhm. I’m ready.” 

You still gasp through your teeth when the ointment makes contact with your skin, and James grips your leg more firmly to keep you from flinching away. 

“Sorry,” he hisses, working fast as he can with gentle, caring fingers. “Sorry, baby.” 

“Not your fault,” you squeak out, keeping your own fingers pressed tightly over your eyes. “Thank you for doing this.” 

James doesn’t seem to want to accept your thanks, and you let the silence sit. When he’s done, you both sigh. 

“Thanks,” you say again. For good measure. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“Definitely not,” James agrees. “I’ve no idea what we’re going to do when I’m hurt someday and neither of us can look at it.” 

You drop your hands from your eyes and sit up on your elbows, careful to look only at James and not down at your leg. It’s not hard. He’s a lovely sight, even with that sympathetic pinch to his mouth and worry tightening the muscles around his eyes. You reach for his hand, and his expression lightens. He wipes his fingertips off on his jeans before giving it to you. 

“We’ll have to call Remus,” you say, squeezing his fingers. 

A laugh startles out of him. “I thought you were going to say you’d put your squeamishness aside for me. Or that it wouldn’t be gross because you love me, or something.” 

“I would if it were true,” you reply, “but I’m afraid I won’t be much help if I’m gagging over you the entire time. I’ll hold your hand while we both don’t look, though.” 

“Mm, fair enough.” He scoots closer on the bed. His hand finds your opposite hip, rubbing a slow back-and-forth. “And you’ll distract me with kisses while I’m nursed back to health?” 

“If it’ll help.” Your voice is soft. “Though I should point out that I haven’t received any kisses.” 

Twin dimples appear on either side of James mouth as he leans over you, careful to avoid your hurt leg. “Patience, angel,” he murmurs as his lips brush yours. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

[hazymoonlinh]

Aventurine....my love ❤

(Aventurine x gn!reader)

Let the light in.

You told him that one day and he was confused. “What light ?” But you didn’t answer. Instead you smiled at him so sweetly.

He has always loved your smile. It’s so genuine, something he wouldn’t be able to show.

“Please smile more for me.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Each night he fallen to despair, cry in his sleep, you were always there to trace circles on his skin, let him burry himself in the warmth of your embrace.

You slowly break down his wall, take off his mask, teach him to rely on others more. “No need to fake your smile around me. No need to hold yourself together when you with me. Don’t be afraid to tell me anything.” You cupped his face gently.

“You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.” Oh you tell him that every day. At first he chuckled and smirked. But now he blushed with tears in his eyes.

Aventurine might look like a playboy, but don’t let that fool you. The only one he wants to touch and make love to is only you. But he is scared, he needs to heal. Would you be disgusted if you find out about his past ? Would you leave him if you know his body was used ?

But that night you hold him so tight to ease his worries, you were patient, you cared. You traced every scar and asked if it’s hurt.

“I can wait for you. Because the one I love is you. Not for your body.”

Sometimes he wonder if you’re an angel sends by the heavens? He don’t believe in god, since they have done nothing to help him. Your touch feels like feathers, your voice sounds ethereal. And your gaze...

"Please never change the way you look at me. Please….” He begs and pleaded

“It’s the same with telling me to never stop loving you right? If I ever changed heart, that is not me.”

When he finally ready, you kissed him so tenderly that makes his heart melt. You worship his body, let him taste the sweetness of love making, you kiss his mark, his scar, makes him cry out of happiness. And that’s when he can’t go back. He craves you like an unquenchable thirst.

And that when he thinks.

Are you a devil ? Because he has fallen, fallen deep into love. He can’t live without you.

He has let the light in. He has finally realized. He has opened his heart for you. Take great care of it, don’t break it, will you?

“I love you. Please never stop loving me.”

“Of course.”

Oh what have you done to him. He’s nothing but a fool to your love.

(Hearing Lana playlist while writing this :)) I’m high.)

Might write more about him or maybe Boothill or Sunday idk