#pale cat stim

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Curlfeather stimboard

Event: @dreveel 500 Event Day 3

Themes: Feathers, dogs, stars, pale cats

Note: I already did one of Mapleshade recently

Song:

[nostimroads]

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Complex code combines to create peculiar thing: a stimboard of the github octocat for anon

[queer-n-here]

Hey I was the one who asked for the Sigma and Atsushi fic ur fine 😭 but anyways Atsushi n Sigma who love bite you without realizing that theyre doing it and it leads to smth else 🤫

Hey, thanks for sending it again bro! I'm double posting today cuz I felt kinda guilty for making you send this twice (and also cuz I literally have nothing else to do so...)

I hope you like it, and I hope it's worth the double ask!

Contents: Atsushi bites you in instinct first thing in morning, so you fuck him. Sigma bites you mid-breakdown, so you calm him down then fuck him!

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting (reader receiving), marking (Atsushi), nipple play (Atsushi), dubcon (Atsushi), cnc (Atsushi), edging and over stim (both mentioned for Atsushi), comfort (Sigma), gentle sex (Sigma), praise kink (Sigma)

Nakajima Atsushi

I can imagine him biting you. He's a tiger bruhh.

Anyways, on a more serious note

Atsushi who bites you first thing in the morning when you wake up beside him, too sleepy to even processing what he's doing.

Atsushi whose eyes widen when he finally does process it, scrambling away from you and apologizing profusely.

Atsushi who keeps opening and closing drawers to find a medical kit; he drew blood from your shoulder. You have to grab both his hands to stop him from moving.

Atsushi who blushes and shakes his head when you ask him if he's into that.

But you'd be stupid if you listened to him.

So don't.

Push Atsushi onto the bed, rip his clothes to pieces as he struggles beneath you, arguing how it's so early in the morning, that even the sun's not up properly, you can't possibly-

Prove him wrong, show him that you can fuck him that early in the morning, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as you kiss and bite his nipples, making them swell and grow erect at the touch of your lips.

Take both Atsushi's wrists in one hand and spread his legs wide open with the other, his asshole already loose from last night's activities.

He's struggling under you now, but you know for a fact that that's just how he likes it, that perverted little cat. He wants to feel your control of him. He wants to feel helpless under your strong grip.

Slowly, Atsushi's arguments will turn into moans and cries of pleasure as you enter him, your dick swelling at the sight of him beneath you.

Fuck him, pound him till his mind breaks, till he looses all his shame and reason.

Fuck Atsushi till he forgets his denial about biting you, and his teeth clamp down on your shoulder for the second time that morning, making you hiss in pain and speed your thrusts up.

Bully his nipples and mark his collarbone, his pale skin turning red and purple under your insistent lips as he pants and huffs, his back arching under you.

Make Atsushi see stars, edge him till he's begging you for release, hips bucking into yours.

Or over stimulate him till he hasn't got a drop of cum left in his balls, till he's coming up with dry orgasms.

He's all yours to play with, so don't stop till he really can't go on.

When you're done, kiss his forehead and tell him how good he did.

Sigma

Sigma bites you in the middle of a breakdown, so despite the spark of heat that that sends down to your crotch, you don't react.

He's barely able to breathe, heaving and panting as more tears stream down his already wet face, his hands fisting in the material of your shirt as he tries to remain in control of his mind.

You talk to Sigma, your voice soothing as you murmur sweet nothings into his ear, praising him incessantly, stroking the back of his head as he presses his face into your chest.

You're worried that he will suffocate, and so you try to pull away, but he doesn't let you, muffling his sobs and sniffles in your shoulder and clinging on.

You let him, holding him close to you and rubbing circles into his back to try to get him to calm down. He needs to calm down, and you hold him till he does.

Once Sigma relaxes, the stream of tears finally coming to a halt, you wipe his face gently and kiss his forehead, asking him if he's alright. He nods slowly.

You let him collect his bearings, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in any way. It ends up being him who brings it up.

Sigma notices the bite mark on the side of your neck, wincing at the broken flesh.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to."

He won't stop apologizing easily, so kiss him and slide your hand under his shirt, murmuring that you didn't mind, that he can do it again if he wants.

Flip Sigma over, make him lay on his stomach with his face pressed into a pillow and ass high up in the air. Enter him slowly, gentle as you can.

Kiss his shoulder blades, tell him how pretty he looks; that alone will have his wet hole fluttering around you beautifully.

Fuck Sigma, slow and gentle and just the way he likes it, his pants turning into loud moans as he tries to muffle them in the pillow, failing miserably when one particular thrust makes him arch his back and whine your name.

Hit his prostate again and again and again, each touch of your tip making his eyes blur up.

Be gentle, he likes it when you treat him like he's breakable; or be rough, he doesn't mind when you treat him like the cheap whore he is, either.

He's all yours to play with, so fuck him till you're both satisfied, till his beautiful hair is plastered to his forehead from fatigue, till his cheeks are all red and stained with tears, till his thighs are trembling with fatigue.

[monstersandmaw]

Male orc x gender neutral reader (light nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Commission number two folks!

Content: Gender and body neutral reader who’s autistic deals with sensory overload while at a funfair, stimming includes rocking and pressure on the hands. Male orc offers a way out so the reader can catch their breath. Very brief mention of the orc losing a close friend in the past year, and of deciding to live more in the moment because of it. Light-ish nsfw at the end with a bit of a fade to black. 

Wordcount: 7562

Three hours ago, you’d been sure you could handle this. How could you not? It was a day out with your friends for Lily’s birthday, but of course, the orc had chosen the modern equivalent of a jousting tournament to show off her skills to her girlfriend. Still, you and Luke and Ellis had met up and made your way through town, collecting Lily and Maggie outside a gelateria, where naturally you all paused to buy the most amazing ice cream in town. With a start like that, how could things possibly go wrong?

After a leisurely walk to the fairground on the outskirts of town, you’d watched Luke win a fluffy white rabbit toy that was almost as big as he was on the coconut shy, despite the way the game was obviously rigged, but the werewolf had wagged his shaggy grey tail and howled his victory to the sky and clutched his new friend to his chest like it was his own goddamn child, and you’d clapped and cheered along with everyone else at the soppy wolf.

You hadn’t noticed the way you'd started to grip one hand with the other, squeezing tightly with finger and thumb just to give a little release to the steady buildup of pressure inside you as the atmosphere of the fanfare closed in around you. You also didn’t notice that you were gently rocking from side to side on the spot while you waited for Ellis to decide if he was going to go and say hi to the girl he’d been crushing on for a while, so when you found a teenager staring openly at you from the queue for the paintball stand, you assumed their attention was on Ellis.

Ellis usually attracted looks, not only because he was a goblin — a species that was relatively rare in your part of the world — but because his storm-grey skin was mottled all over with pale patches from vitiligo. He wasn’t bothered by the attention for the most part, but when you saw exactly where their gaze was directed instead — at your twisting hands — you felt an ugly stab of something bitter go through you. Carnivals may not offer the outdated and heartless ‘freak show’ elements anymore, but boy were you made to feel like one sometimes by other people.

“Hey, look!” Ellis exclaimed, his scratchy, reedy voice cutting through the maelstrom of noise and crush of people easily enough. “There she is! I’m gonna go see if she’s up for a ferris wheel ride. You think she’ll say yes?”

Your nod came out jerky and a bit stilted, but you mustered a smile of encouragement for your friend and he grinned back at you, all his sharp teeth glinting in the sunshine. Then something shifted in his expression and he frowned. “You ok?” he asked as his completely black eyes went a little wider with concern.

Again, you nodded and tried to look a little more convincing. After weeks of dancing around each other, he was finally going to shoot his shot, and there was no way you wanted him to miss because of you. “Fine,” you croaked. The word came out like a cat hocking up a hairball, but at least you got it out.

“Ok. Text me, alright?” he said. “Text me if you wanna go.”

You nodded. No way were you going to be the reason everyone left. If things got bad, you’d just… bail. Somehow. If you could find your way out of the crush of people without imploding first.

Glancing right, you saw Lily raise the hammer on the high striker and watched her muscles bunch and flex in her arms, shoulders and back. She was wearing a black tank top that said, ‘If lost, return Butch to Femme Fatale’ and beside her stood pint-sized Maggie in her denim hot pants and white t-shirt that read ‘Femme Fatale’. It was adorable, honestly, but as you stood there alone in the stream of people coursing and jostling down the avenue of grass between the smaller stands and side-shows, over-stimulation swamped you completely and you found yourself drowning silently.

Flashing lights, blaring funfair music, screaming, children running this way and that, rides rumbling and rattling on all sides, electronic bleeps and jingles mingling into a cacophonous mixtape in the air and reverberating in your head, cartoon pistol noises on the laser gun range sounding over and over and over, more screaming as the pendulum ride swung overhead once again…

The sensory overload raked its claws across your skin and left you with white noise in your head and cotton wool in your mouth.

The scent of candy floss grew chokingly thick in the air as you just stood there, paralysed.

Out of nowhere, a small and extremely solid lizardfolk kid barrelled into you, nearly knocking you flying. His horned head collided with your thigh and it hurt, but you didn’t cry out. His father scooped him up by the hand and apologised to you, but when he saw you rocking from side to side, he snatched his kid away and shot you another look, as if you were contagious or dangerous and not just struggling to kick start your brain again so you could get yourself the heck out of there and find somewhere safe to process everything.

Struggling to catch your breath, you gripped one hand with the other, squeezing as hard as you could but it wasn’t enough. There was just too much, inside and out, and you had nowhere to put it — nowhere to park it all until you could deal with it.

Someone ducked in front of you, their huge form blotting out the searing light of the afternoon sun.

Blinking, you looked up, still rocking, and tried to focus on their face.

He was an orc, you realised when you saw the huge, jutting tusks in his lower jaw and the expanse of sage green skin. A long, thick plait of black hair hung forward over his left shoulder, and through it ran a streak dyed a dark, vibrant red that was really attractive; it complemented the green tone of his freckled skin beautifully. Wearing a white, sleeveless tank top that had the logo of the fairground company on it, he wasn’t built like he spent every spare minute in the gym, but he looked like he could have lifted the ferris wheel right off its supports with no trouble at all.

Someone snickered nearby and you flinched, but you didn’t break the steady rocking motion of your body while mentally you tried to fend off all the unending stimuli around you. The orc’s expression darkened when he caught the sound of  laughter, and he stepped pointedly a little to the left. The movement served to block you from their sight and to refocus your attention on something that was quiet and solid and steady in front of you.

Yeah, he was solid alright. You blinked and watched the corners of his mouth twitch upwards just a little behind his colossal tusks, both of which bore silver caps over the tips to indicate that he had reached full maturity in the eyes of his culture. It probably meant that his tusks were filed to sharp points beneath the caps too. It was rare for orcs who lived in the city to stick to the older ways, but as you continued to stare up at him and move side to side while you ran your hands over your forearms, you noticed the beads in his braid of different materials: wood, copper, steel, glass, stone, and even bone. He’d lost someone close to him then at some point. Gods, now was not the time to be fishing everything you knew about orcs out of the depths of your brain.

For another few seconds, he continued to shield you from the staring judgement of the people in the queue for the nearest booth, but when you didn't seem to be able to settle, he jutted his chin to the side of the grassy avenue between the stalls.

“My name is Rhokann. You wanna step this way for a second? Catch your breath where it’s a bit quieter?” he said.

When no words came to your lips, he tilted his head just a little and then beckoned you with a big hand. “There’s a quieter spot over by that oak tree and the river. You want to come with me for a minute?”

You did. You also wanted to say thank you, but the words got glued up on their way from your brain to your mouth, so you just nodded.

He stuck out his arm and halted the flow of people for a moment to usher you between the candy floss stall and something else that was painted a thousand lurid colours so you didn’t look too long at it. Only when you saw the bole of a huge, old oak and a wide patch of un-trampled grass around it did you let out a shaky breath and turn to see him standing a little way off. A couple of people peered after you down the gap between the stalls, and he looked back at them with a very articulate and animalistic growl. That done, he stepped a little to his right, obscuring the view of you down the small alley with his body.

“Forget about them and look out over the river for a minute,” he suggested.

His dark brown eyes slid from you to the railings behind you, and you turned to see the river gushing in a white foam over the weir that controlled its flow through the city beyond. The sounds of the funfair behind you faded slowly, dissolving into the steady stream of white noise from the river, and you took a deeper breath and gradually released the death-grip you’d had on your own hands.

You let your gaze unfocus a little, but your body kept on moving as it tried to help you dissipate all the tension that had been building in your muscles and your mind ever since you’d first arrived at the fair.

A shadow moved in the corner of your vision, and you found Rhokann approaching slowly. He cast a pointed look at the metal railing to your left and said, “You mind if I join you for a moment?”

You shook your head. The word ‘no’ didn’t want to come, but he didn’t seem to take it as rudeness.

“Cheers,” he said. “Carnival gets intense, huh?”

This time, you nodded and he smiled when he saw it. You liked the way it hitched his mouth up around his tusk on the right, and it brought a twinkle to his coffee-brown eyes.

“Take your time,” he said. “You here with your friends?”

You nodded.

“They know where you were?”

You shook your head, but reached into your pocket and drew out your phone. Shaking it a little, you hoped he’d get the idea that they could contact you if they wanted to find you, or the other way around, and he smiled again in understanding. Your heart skipped a beat. He may have been seven and a half feet tall, but he had a gentle demeanour that you hadn’t really realised was possible in someone that big. He had a paunch too, which he clearly wasn’t trying to hide with his close-fitting, sleeveless top, and you could see from the scoop of the neckline that he had an attractive swirl of dark hair across his pecs that made you wonder what the rest of him looked like without clothes on; a fact that was startling enough in that moment to make you flush hot and look away.

“You want me to keep you company for a bit, or do you want some space?” he asked after another couple of minutes floated past.

You shook your head and then struggled to find the words to make him stay just a bit longer. When he saw you floundering, he smiled and asked, “Stay?”

You nodded, exhaling in relief, even as you fought off a rush of disappointment in not being able to form the words.

“You’re good,” he said with a wave of a huge hand. “Don’t stress talking.”

He took a deep, luxuriant inhale and leaned his massive forearms on the metal railing, easing his weight forward and gazing out at the river. His braid went all the way to the small of his back and it made you want to wrap it around your hand and tug just to see what kind of sound he’d make, and again, you had to look away before he caught you lusting after him. Just because you’d been rescued by a heroic stranger, didn’t mean you had to go falling in love with him in the following five minutes. It didn’t hurt that he hadn’t batted an eyelid at your stimming, or that he didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you’d been rendered almost completely non-verbal by the whole experience.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket a while later and you drew it out again to see that Lily was looking for you.

‘Where are you, Titch?’ she’d texted and you smiled when you saw the nickname. The massive orc had given it to you back in college, and it had stuck ever since. Even Ellis called you ‘Titch’ sometimes, despite the fact that he was nearly a foot and a half shorter than you. ‘We turned around and you’d gone!’

Rhokann was watching you from the corners of his kind eyes, and you waggled the phone again before typing out a message to Lily. ‘Needed to step away for a second. Got rescued by a super hot orc guy. More at ten.’

Lily texted back immediately. ‘Super hot orc guy, huh? I’ll be the judge of that. Where are you?’

‘Big oak tree on the edge of the park near the river. Don’t embarrass me please.’

‘As if I’d ever…’

‘You spend every spare minute you’re not kissing Maggie trying to embarrass me and El and Luke.’

‘Fair play. We’re nearby. I can see the tree’

You locked your phone and swallowed thickly, feeling a bit more able to talk. “Friend’s coming…” you faltered. Wow. Nice and articulate, you sneered at yourself with your usual sarcasm.

“That’s good,” Rhokann smiled back. He made no move to push himself back upright from the railings though, and shifted his gaze back out to the city that sprawled over the other side of the river. He gave another sigh.

You stepped a little closer and looked up at him. “You… ok?” you asked.

“Mm,” he hummed. When he looked back down at you, his dark eyes were strangely sad. “Just… thinking,” he said with a gesture of his hand near his temple. “I’ve been working here all summer, and it’s been amazing, but I’m starting a full time job in a week. I’m just thinking about what’s coming next.”

“Doing what?” Words were starting to come back a little quicker now, but it wasn’t great.

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, but before he could answer your question, you heard Lily’s voice coming from behind you.

“Hey Titch!” she called, and then she eyed the other orc ostentatiously up and down.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw the beads in his braid and the cuffs around his thick tusks, and you watched Rhokann deflate a little. Lily was not a traditional orc. For one, she was dating a human, which wasn’t exactly frowned upon but humans weren’t normally seen as suitable partners for her kind, and for another, she had cut her black hair short in a style shaved close to her skull above her pointed ears and left a little longer on top. She wore no cuffs on her tusks, and she’d filed them to softly-rounded points. “As much for Maggie’s pleasure as my own damned convenience,” she’d once told you.

Lily disdained orcs who stuck to the old ways, thinking them brutish thugs stuck in the past, and she folded her arms as she stared Rhokann down. “You wanna head home?” she asked in a low growl.

You turned your attention to Rhokann and he offered you a tiny, sad smile and a shrug of his shoulder. You wanted to stay and get to know him, but you also desperately wanted to be away from the fairground now. Your body felt drained of life, like you were running on fumes, and all you wanted was the quiet of your apartment, a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, and a good book.

In the end, Rhokann decided for you. He offered you a broader smile, and said, “It was nice meeting you. Take care.”

You’d never regretted your tendency to go non-verbal more than watching him walk away and not being able to say thank you.

With Lily on one side, you were joined by Luke a few minutes later, still hauling around the giant fluffy bunny he’d won, its ears flopping comically with each of his bounding steps, but you kept scanning every face for Rhokann. You saw an ogre with green skin that was a similar shade to Rhokann’s, but disappointment bit deep when you realised it wasn’t him, and when a flash of red hair up ahead drew your attention, you barely contained a sob when you saw it was a troll with multiple streaks of red in their black hair.

The walk back home passed in a daze, and you spent the rest of the day buzzing in the worst way possible.

A week later, Luke texted and asked if you wanted to grab breakfast on your way to work, and since you only had stale cereal in your cupboard, you practically leapt at the chance. ‘You mind if we drop my car off at the garage on the way?’ he asked with a subsequent text. ‘There’s an amazing little cafe just around the corner and we can get the metro from there afterwards.’

When his sputtering old deathtrap wheezed onto the garage forecourt though, your heart practically sputtered out as well. There, in oil-stained overalls, was Rhokann.

He didn’t spot you to start with, but when you climbed out of the passenger side and closed the door, his eyes flickered to you and then away again. Then back in a huge, obvious double-take, and his face split into a hearty grin. “Hey,” he chuckled once he’d taken the keys from Luke. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance to see you again.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, and Luke shot you a look. He was in his human form this time, but he was no less intimidating than he looked as a shifted werewolf. For all that he was happy to haul a fluffy, cartoon rabbit around a funfair all day without a lick of self-consciousness, he was a dedicated gym-rat and had the body to match, but while his commitment was certainly admirable, he wasn’t your type. Rhokann, on the other hand, with his strongman physique and solid layer of fat to soften the strength that lay beneath… unfff… It was hard to look at him for long without feeling your skin start to prickle with heat.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Luke asked you and you nodded.

“He came to my rescue at the fairground last weekend while you were showing that white rabbit the time of its life,” you grinned.

At that, Luke flushed. You weren’t the only one who liked Rhokann’s build, but the orc wasn’t looking at Luke’s incredibly toned arms, which were currently being deliberately shown off to amazing advantage by his tight, black t-shirt. No, Rhokann was looking at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen in a year, and it was enough to make a cloud of butterflies erupt in your chest.

“Damn,” Luke hissed down at you, smirking. “You weren’t kidding about the ‘super hot orc guy’ thing.”

At that, your eyes went wide with horror and you smacked him in the chest with a wild flail of your hand. “I can’t believe Lily told you I said that, but you didn’t have to fucking repeat it!” you hissed around a strangled yelp. “In front of him,” you added through gritted teeth.

Rhokann chuckled quietly from a few feet away, and you turned quickly back to look at him. He raised one thick, black eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

Turning to Luke in desperation as a mild panic seeped across your brain, you blurted, “Didn’t you say they were super busy at breakfast? Come on, we’d better go…”

And with that, you bolted from the garage without waiting for Luke to follow.

You weren’t proud, and you were sorely disappointed in yourself for chickening out, but in your defence, your friend had just embarrassed the hell out of you in front of your hero of the day. What if Rhokann just thought you were some human with a crush now?

Luke caught up with you, looking back over his shoulder at Rhokann for a second, and then trotted down the road at your side. “Hey, wait, I’m… I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s ok,” you groaned. “I know how it feels when there’s a gorgeous guy standing there looking like… that… In your case, stupid stuff falls out of your mouth. In my case, I clam up.”

“Fair, but still,” Luke groused, holding the door of the cafe open for you and letting you step in ahead of him. “I’m sorry.”

The scent of coffee and sweet icing sugar wafted around you and you forgot your embarrassment for a bit, but the way you’d scuppered your chances haunted you for the rest of the morning at work.

By the time you got home, you were fractious and stimming and in need of some space to slough off the day on your own terms. When your phone chimed a little while later, you assumed it would be one of your friends, but it was an unknown number, and your heart skipped a beat.

‘Hey, it’s Rhokann. I hope this isn’t presumptuous of me. Your friend Luke gave me your number and said it was an apology, but he didn’t say what for. Anyway, if you’re not interested, just ignore this and block my number, but I’d love to see you again. Let me know if you’re up for that, and maybe we can figure something out soon. If not, I’m glad I met you all the same and I won’t contact you again.’

No one had ever said anything like that to you, and you stared at the text for a full five minutes.

The first person you texted though was Luke to yell at him affectionately in all caps. He called you back, and you accepted the call with a little huff that made him laugh with quiet fondness. “I’m sorry, Titch,” he said. “But I fucked up, and I figured he’d been about to ask for your number before you bolted…”

“Yeah, but I would have had the chance to say no…” you said.

“True, and I’m sorry I interfered again,” he sighed, and then after barely a beat had passed, “So are you gonna meet up?”

You rolled your eyes and flopped down onto the sofa. “I haven’t texted back. But probably.”

“Yes! He’s stunning. You saw those caps on his tusks though, right? He’s old school… He’s probably gonna go all-out to impress you…”

“So long as he doesn’t literally hunt and catch dinner for me, I don’t mind. Lily told me about orc courtship, and I am not interested in a whole fucking elk on my doorstep or something…”

“Nah, but he might challenge the chef to a death match for the honour of feeding you…”

“Oh please don’t even joke about it,” you groaned, and Luke did laugh, long and loud. “I’m hanging up now, you bastard.”

“Love you too, Titch,” he said, and hung up for you.

It took a while to figure out how to reply to Rhokann, but eventually you came up with something that you hoped didn’t sound super desperate and strange. ‘Sorry I bailed earlier like that. Luke has no shame, I swear, but I’ve told him off for going behind my back and we’re friends again now. You free this Friday evening?’

Before you could chicken out, you sent the message and sat back on the sofa, wringing your hands quietly in your lap and breathing steadily.

His reply came five minutes later. ‘If it helps, he was really awkward about broaching the topic with me when he came to collect his car. And yes I am free this Friday. What were you thinking?’

‘All on me then?’

‘I have suggestions but I wondered what you wanted. Cocktails at ‘IceCube and Henbane’? Catching that new movie they’re advertising all over town? Dinner somewhere? A walk along the river and takeaway from one of the food trucks? Any combination of those?’

Realising he was probably letting you decide on something that wouldn’t be as overstimulating as the funfair had been, you decided to keep being playful first. ‘You know henbane is poisonous to humans?’

‘They serve human-safe cocktails too, and non-alcoholic ones too that are just as good. Steer well clear of the naga-specific menu though because that shit could clean out a drain. Or strip the rust off your buddy’s car.’

You barked a laugh that echoed off the walls of your apartment. ‘I’ll tell him you said that.’

‘Go ahead, I said as much to him already.’

His texts had a cocky kind of confidence that he’d not really exuded on the day you’d met him at the fair, but then you remembered how he’d drawn himself up to his full height to shield you from those artless onlookers and flexed his shoulders just a fraction to make them back off, and you figured the two sides of him could probably sit well on his bulky frame after all.

‘Oof, I bet his ego took a hit with that. Let’s do cocktails and then maybe walk them off along the river afterwards?’

‘Sounds perfect. Shall I meet you somewhere first or meet there?’

You looked the place up online, which you probably should have done first in case it was out of your price range, and hit the map on the website to see where it was. Having arranged to meet him there, you signed off for the night and tried to get your mind to stop spinning. Somehow, despite two missed chances, the universe had thrown you a gift and a third chance in the form of Luke’s meddling.

That Friday, dressed in what you hoped would be an appropriate outfit for a cocktail bar in a swankier part of the city, you headed out with your heart in your throat.

Rhokann was impossible to miss, standing under the soft, orange light of the lamp outside the cocktail bar, and wow did he look good in black dress pants and a white shirt. His twin silver tusk-caps caught the light, and you noted that this time he had his hair tied back off his face in twin braids that melted into a single rope that hung down his spine.

He spotted you and turned to watch you walk towards him, but he didn’t make any kind of move towards you until you came to a stop in front of him and looked up into his softly smiling face.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

“Hi. You look gorgeous,” he added, eyeing you up and down in a way that made his gaze feel like a physical presence against your skin, and it was all you could do to repress a shiver.

You swallowed thickly. “Likewise.”

“Shall we head in?”

“Lead the way,” you said, not really wanting to walk into the unfamiliar space first. Rhokann just nodded and pushed the door open, holding it for you to enter behind him before heading into the softly-lit, wood-panelled bar.

It had the cosy, secretive air of a speakeasy, and as you wove through the tables behind the server who had looked Rhokann up and down and licked her lips in a very unsubtle display of interest, you spotted someone playing an upright piano in a far corner. Rhokann thanked the server politely and let his eyes drift back to you a moment later, the woman apparently forgotten. Something warmed in your chest and you took your seat opposite him.

He was one of those people that had real presence, and it wasn’t just his size that conjured it around him like a tangible aura. There was something about him that made people look at him, but his eyes never left you. After two menus had been set down before you, he said, “Tonight’s on me, if that’s alright?”

“You’re sure?”

Rhokann inclined his head and you caught sight of an earring dangling from his right ear. It looked like a piece of jet shaped like a small fang, polished and set in silver and dangling by a single link to a ball stud in his earlobe. He had silver rings up the line of cartilage to the pointed tips of his ears, and in the lobe of his left he had a simple silver stud. At the artfully-open neck of his white shirt, you could see the hint of an orcish tattoo and a whisper of dark hair that made something thrum through you again.

In contrast to your habit of moving around, he seemed still and calm as a monolith, and you found yourself drawn to that; drawn to his steadiness in a way you’d never experienced with anyone. Over the course of the next two hours, the two of you also talked in a way you’d never found easy with anyone. He listened, and in a measured, easy, back and forth of conversational give and take, you got to know each other.

His family was wealthy and lived in the country for the most part, and yes, they were very traditional by modern orcish standards. “You might think I’m pretty formal when it comes to orcish ways,” he said, looking self-conscious for the first time all evening, “But you should see my parents and my two older brothers…” He took a deep draw of his smoky, whisky cocktail and blew out a breath. The tip of his tongue caressed his lower lip just a little as he savoured the lingering taste, and your eyes tracked the movement hungrily.

To distract yourself, you eyed his silver tusk-caps and said, “I was going to ask about…” and tapped the side of your mouth awkwardly, not sure if you should really be asking about his orcish jewellery and personal tastes so soon.

To your relief, Rhokann smiled and brought his finger and thumb up to the right hand tusk. He lifted the cap off and turned it over in his hand for a second before handing it to you to look at. The tusk beneath gleamed beautifully in the low light, and you had been correct in guessing that his tusks were tipped with wickedly sharp points beneath them.

In your fingers, the cap was practically the size of a tiny shot glass, and you could see the orcish patterns engraved into its surface all the way around. “It’s beautiful,” you said. “My friend Lily told me a bit about orcish culture, but she doesn’t really keep to traditions, so I don’t know all that much. Just the things she personally doesn’t like. Which, to be fair, seems like a lot when you get her started on a rant.”

He laughed and delicately took the silver cap back from you when you held it out to him. He slid it easily back into place and said, “You can ask me anything you like. I figured your friend didn’t like me much when she gave me the once-over at the fairground.”

“She’s protective of the people she cares for,” you said. “It’s the one orcish trait she hasn’t abandoned. That, and showing off her muscles for her girlfriend.” The heady atmosphere and the slight rush of adrenaline that was coursing through you from being so close to him at last was making you bold, and you spoke before you’d realised you might actually be insulting him, but Rhokann only laughed.

“Ahh, those traits are etched into our DNA,” he said. “You’re gonna have to go a long way to find an orc who isn’t protective, and who doesn’t like to show off just a little bit.”

You stared pointedly at his muscles beneath the white shirt and then looked him in the eye. “If you’ve got it, why not show it off a bit.”

“Only if it works…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Can’t you tell?”

He leaned just a fraction closer and your heart skipped a beat or two as his big, brown eyes seemed to glow softly. “I’m getting some hints,” he purred. “You slipped through my fingers twice now,” he went on, bringing his hand up onto the table and laying it knuckle-down on the wooden surface between your empty glasses. “I’m not going to let a third time pass me by without a proper answer from you.”

“What’s the question?” you asked faintly.

He smiled. “Can I see you again after tonight?”

You nodded.

“You want to get out of here yet?”

Again, you nodded.

His smile returned, and you sat back in your seat while he hailed the server and paid for your drinks. He gave her a tip generous enough to make her blush, and then stood and looked down at you. “Ready?”

A third nod was all the answer you could muster, but he didn’t seem to think you rude.

He walked behind you this time as you led the way out, and when you stepped out into the balmy, end-of-summer evening, you heard him heave a huge sigh. Glancing back over your shoulder, you found him looking at you, and you flushed. “What?”

“I’m just glad I got the chance to see you again. I thought… I thought that was it when your friend bustled you away from me.”

“Why were you working there?” you asked bluntly. You wanted to know why he was working as a mechanic at a tiny garage on the edge of town too, if his family was so well-off, but you didn’t know him well enough to ask something so direct. “At the fair, I mean.”

He smiled. “I wanted to?” he shrugged. “I’ve always been the dutiful son — I went to a good university and got a respectable degree and got a sensible job, but I felt… choked.”

Rhokann sighed again and checked the street for traffic before gesturing with his hand for you to start crossing. You walked by his side as the pair of you headed towards the river, where a long, flat promenade stretched, and you listened to him talk. His beautiful, rumbling bass carried easily on the still evening, and it made you feel steady again amid the noise of the city behind you.

“I’m not on bad terms with my family or anything, but… after a close friend of mine passed last year, I decided that I was going to live my life on my terms, and not anyone else’s. My heritage is very important to me, but it’s not everything I am. My family doesn’t understand why I quit my career and got a summer job working at the fair of all places, or why I turned my love of cars and fixing things into a job as a mechanic.”

“If you’re happier now, that’s all that matters, right?” you said.

He grinned. “I’m happy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“You’re such a charmer.”

“If it works, right?” he chuckled. You got the impression there were depths to him that would slowly unravel to you over time, and you found yourself looking forward to it already.

“Yeah, it works,” you mumbled.

You walked along the embankment together for a while until his footsteps faltered and he asked, “Would you let me hold your hand?”

“Sure,” you smiled, hoping you didn't have sweaty palms.

His hands were rough and huge, but you made it work, and it was wonderful to have a physical connection with him after clicking over chat and drinks already.

In the lea of the oldest bridge that spanned the wide river, the two of you slowed and came to a natural halt to lean against the wall in easy silence, staring out at the water as it slid past in an inky, glittering ribbon.

Rhokann turned away from the view and the movement caught your attention, drawing your gaze up to his handsome face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked in a hoarse murmur.

“Yes.”

Leaning down, Rhokann placed his palms on your jaw and angled your head gently upwards, but he didn’t kiss you right away. He bit his lower lip and although his eyes narrowed, you saw the way his pupils widened hungrily. “You’re stunning,” he exhaled. “I… I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

“Stop talking about it then, and do it,” you teased.

His eyes flashed and he closed the distance between you, hunching over and pressing his mouth against yours. His tusks framed your mouth beautifully, the silver caps nudging into your cheeks a little as he kissed you senseless. You’d never been kissed like that. His hands left your face and wandered down to your waist, where he tightened his grip and picked you up, setting you down on the wide, stone wall that bordered the river. At that height, it was much easier for him to reach you, and he stepped closer, parting your knees to stand even nearer to you. You hooked your lower legs around his hips and let him kiss you over and over until your body felt like it was on fire.

Your fingers found the intricate plait of the braids on the side of his head and he moaned when you ran your fingertips over the pattern. “I want you,” he said. “Not tonight if you don’t want it, but I need you to know I want you. However you’d like…”

“I want you too,” you breathed back in the scant space between you, foreheads touching. It felt more intimate than any words you’d ever spoken, but it also felt true.

Your hands moved to grip his huge, rounded shoulders and you squeezed before running your palms across his pecs. His chest heaved and he sounded out of breath when he said, “My place isn’t far from here. You want to come back to mine?”

You nodded.

He lifted you down and took a moment with his eyes closed to breathe carefully. In the light of a nearby street lamp, you could see the impressive tent in his trousers, and you bit back a smile.

“Told you I want you,” he said when he caught you looking. “Come on.”

Flattered and a little intimidated, you walked with him back to his apartment. It wasn’t anything showy like a penthouse overlooking the city, but it was in a nice part of town, and it felt secure and homely as you followed him into the lift. In a small rush of bravery, you placed your hand at the small of his back and you felt as much as heard the groan of pleasure he let out in the small confines of the elevator. His skin radiated heat through the fabric, and you splayed your fingers, feeling the solid muscle and the slight softness there too that made you ache inside and out for him.

By the time you got to his front door, he was taking deliberately steady breaths, but the moment you were inside, he lost a little of that composure. “I’d offer you a drink, or —” You silenced him by reaching up and pressing your thumb along his lip before drawing him down to kiss you again. Part of you wanted him to take you right there in the hallway, but you had hoped for something a little more comfortable.

Rhokann undressed you carefully but insistently, and between the front door and his stylish, modern bedroom you left a trail of your clothes and his, until you were both in only your underwear by the time you were standing beside his massive bed.

Dark sheets stretched neatly across its huge expanse, and he let you push him down to sit on the edge of the mattress, gazing up at you with his hands resting at your hips, thumbs drawing idle lines across the fabric of your underwear. The evidence of his arousal was obvious, and a darker wet patch had started to seep into the material at the tip of his cock.

His body was soft but strong in the kind of way that you’d always adored. His paunch was evident, but his arms were like anchor cables, and while he might not have had the lean look of a social media gym-junkie, he could outlast any of them in a show of strength.

“I never thanked you,” you said, reaching around to the back of his head for the plait that you’d wanted to feel in your hands since the first time you’d seen him.

“For what?” he asked breathlessly. His pupils were huge and the light reflected in his warm eyes like a cat’s in the dark. Desire swept through you in a heady rush.

Slowly, taking your time about it, you straddled his lap and sank yourself down to grind your hips decadently against his, and when his hard cock moved against your body, he let out a long, broken moan.

You tightened your hold on his braid and the sound he made would stay with you forever. The deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest and his eyes rolled back behind fluttering eyelids. Beneath you, you felt his cock twitch.

“Please,” he gasped. His grip tightened on your hips and he shuddered like he was losing control of all his strength, fighting to keep from having his way with you. The jet earring dangling from his right ear glinted softly as it swayed like a tiny pendulum in the void between his earlobe and his shoulder.

“I never thanked you for taking such good care of me,” you said.

The orc responded exactly as you’d expected he would, and gave a throaty hum of pleasure.

“When I needed you, you protected me… got me out of there…”

You’d chosen your words very carefully, and Rhokann arched his spine, jutting his hips up and practically begging to fuck you without uttering a word.

You twisted his braid around your hand one more time and he tipped his head back, following the direction of the force you put on his head. The lick of red in his forelock looked perfect in the warm light of his bedroom, and you had been right about the orcish tattoos that covered his chest, right down to his hips. He also had the most delicious chest hair and the dark trail that ran down from his navel to the waistband of his tight boxer-briefs was gradually making you lose your mind.

“You were patient and understanding, and you didn’t mind that I didn’t have my words then,” you went on. “But I have them now, don’t I?”

“You do,” he choked. “You do. Please… Please…”

“Let me thank you properly then,” you said, and climbed carefully off his lap. You looked pointedly at his underwear and said, “Off.”

“Only if you do to,” he said, and you knew you’d met your counterpart in him.

He gave and took in equal measure, and as the two of you lost yourselves tangled in his sheets that night, you knew he was going to be the best thing that could have happened to you. The two of you moved in perfect synchrony, and you came apart within a heartbeat of each other. Rhokann made a mess of the sheets and you made more noise than you’d ever made coming in your life, and when the two of you lay back, sweaty and satiated at last, he wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered.

“Thank the gods for third chances,” you smiled and he laughed quietly. “And meddling werewolves.”

“Indeed. Come here.” He tugged you against his body so that you were lying half-propped against him, with one arm draped over his soft middle, and you trailed your fingers up the centre of his chest. “You staying the night?”

You nodded, and hoped it would be the first of many.

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[doctorlixard]

I’ve been trying to think of ideas for a deathnote oc since brainrot took over-

So far I have another Wammy’s house FREAK Zee, who’s also a detective but nowhere near as influential as L, he’s like a human lie detector but it’s not perfect, L’s ran his statistics and deducted against someone like him Zee only catches about 40% of his lies. Still finding it helpful and his wildcard-esc behaviors L figured it’d be a gamble in his favor to put him on the task force.

He likes seafood and has a pet Betta fish, his personality is extroverted and very in your face disregarding social standards and personal space. He’ll also typically say exactly what’s on his mind. His quirks are fidgeting with his scarf, when catching a lie his hair stands on end a bit like a scared cat, not wearing shoes but still wearing socks, various vocal stims, and hand gestures. (I’ll probably work out details as I work on dis lol story lololol) Zee’s around L’s age and knew of him at Wammy’s house but they never interacted much. Zee’s used to getting stares between his odd clothing choices or to the fact of how pale he is and red eyes, he’s heard about vampire joke in the book. He does have a more serious side and enjoys the Kira case strictly for the thrill of gambling his life during it, it’s the first time he’s had actual ‘fun’ in years

And then his name is slapped in the deathnote and he dies the end uwu

ANYWAYS let me know if you’re interested in seeing more I wanna get back to drawing fanart LOL

[they-call-me-ricochet]

OC INFO

•Basic Information•

🔴 Name - Wyatt George Barnes

🔴 Age - 16

🔴 Sexuality - Gay 🏳️‍🌈

🔴 Gender - male

🔴 Species - Mutant and Super Soldier hybrid

🔴 Nicknames - Ricochet, Wy, Psota, corcra

🔴 Reason for nicknames - Ricochet = mutant/hero name, Wy = short for Wyatt, Psota = Mischief in Polish (from his mom), corcra = purple in Irish (from his boyfriend Evan)

🔴 From a Fandom? MCU and X Men

🔴 Zodiac Sign? Scorpio

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- mousey brown

🟠Hair type and length - straight, short and spiky

🟠 Eye Colour - blue, changes to purple when using powers

🟠 Skin tone - pale, tans in sun

🟠 Face shape - oval/square?

🟠 Body type - mesomorph

🟠 Birthmarks? N/A

🟠 Scars - N/A

🟠 Predominant features? N/A

🟠 Height - 5′ 6″

🟠Dominant Hand? Right

🟠 Hair Style- spiked

🟠 Jewelry/ Accessories- a ring, doesn’t wear it often

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why- ADHD, insomnia

🟠 Allergies - No

🟠 Glasses - No

🟠 What do they wear when they are home alone? If it’s cold, hoodie and sweatpants, if it’s hot, shorts

🟠 Tattoos - none currently, maybe someday

•Mannerisms•

🟡 Speech Style - rapid

🟡Quirks - fidgets, stims

🟡 Positive Traits - caring, affectionate, loyal

🟡 Negative Traits - self doubt, rejection sensitivity

🟡 Drives/Motivation - to be remembered

🟡 Sense of Humour - sarcastic

🟡 Private or Public - depends on specifics

🟡 Leader or Follower - Leader

🟡Daredevil or Cautious - Daredevil

🟡 Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- optimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener - is a listener, but struggles due to ADHD

🟡 Accent - Brooklyn accent like his dad

🟡 Voice claims- N/A (could use Dylan Sprayberry)

🟡 Theme Song/s - Destroya - My Chemical Romance | Titanium - David Guetta

🟡 Temperament - hyperactive

🟡 Talents - lacrosse, video games, guitar

🟡Flaws - insecure, negative self talk

🟡 Loud or Quiet - can be both

🟡 Messy or organised - messy

🟡 solo or team player - team player

🟡 introvert or extrovert - extrovert

🟡 relaxed or serious - relaxed

🟡 What will always make them cry? Sad movies, people he cares about hurting

🟡 Do they celebrate their birthday? Yes

🟡 What will make them smile? Evan, without fail

•Background•

🟢 Hometown - North Salem, Westchester County New York

🟢Social Class- Working class

🟢Education - currently attends Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

🟢 First Memory - watching his older brother Leo fix things, age 3

🟢 Worst memory- seeing Evan get hurt

🟢 Most important childhood event, why?- coming out at age 14, scared of rejection

🟢 Most Influenced by? His family

🟢 Role Models? Scott Summers/Cyclops

🟢 Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- the family farmhouse outside North Salem

🟢Do they want to move and where? Maybe one day for college

🟢 Type of childhood - loving

🟢Upbringing- caring, supportive, loving

🟢 Best Qualification - none yet, wants to go to college

🟢Most important person in there life and why?- Evan Rogers-Carter, current boyfriend and first love

🟢 House environment - chaotic, warm

🟢 Childhood crush- Frank Iero

•Family•

🔵Mother - Angelina Lehnsherr-Barnes

🔵Father - James “Bucky” Barnes

🔵Siblings- Dani, Em, Leo and Novie

🔵Relationship with family? Close

🔵Any children? Do they want any? No, hasn’t even thought about it

🔵Pets- Alpine (white cat), Hedy (German Shepherd)

🔵Extended Family- Wanda Maximoff (aunt) Nina Gurzsky-Lehnsherr (aunt), Pietro Maximoff (uncle), Peter Maximoff (uncle), Pyro (uncle), Winni Barnes (grandmother), Becca Barnes (aunt)

🔵Close to family?- some of them

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?- maternal grandfather is Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣 Favourite Movie - Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi

🟣 Least Favourite Movie - Rock of Ages

🟣 Favourite Book - The Lightning Thief

🟣 Least Favourite Book - The Golden Compass

🟣 Favourite Holiday - family trip to Wakanda, age 6

🟣 Least Favourite Holiday - N/A

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Banshee

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- toilet ghosts

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation - The X Men

⚪️ Powers - can generate force fields of pure energy, can also throw energy blasts

⚪️ Powers Limitations - can only sustain for short periods, can be physically draining

⚪️ Weaknesses - the dark, underwater

⚪️ Alias - Ricochet

⚪️ How well known are they? Emerging

⚪️ Costume - purple version of the X Men costumes

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- No

⚪️Weapons- N/A

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- N/A

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- on the shorter side

⚪️Fears - rejection, abandonment, being alone

⚪️Motivations - Live up to the family legacy

⚪️Why do they do what they do? A kind soul, wants to help people

⚪️ Mental/Emotional weaknesses - self doubt, hurting the people he loves

⚪️ Rivals - N/A

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- Evan Rogers-Carter

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- not yet

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- PJO

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Yes, guilty, conflicted, unsure

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- No, and hopefully won’t

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- mutant and human peaceful coexistence, no self doubt, his loved ones safe forever

⚫️ There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items, who and what do they bring?- Evan Rogers-Carter, a tarp, rope, fishing net and matches

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- “We accept the love we think we deserve” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- lacrosse gear, ring his mom gave him

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? No and no

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- rough, coarse texture

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- A day or so

⚫️ Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why? Half shut, likes a breeze

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- Loaded Fries

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- sometimes, not a big reader

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it? Oblivion!

⚫️ What song would they listen to on repeat?- Ruby Tuesday - The Rolling Stone

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- Yes

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- Yes

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- Spicy

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- Yes (not as much as Novie does)

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- Procrastinate

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower? - hot as possible

⚫️Do they daydream?- Yes, all the time

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- Messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- Yes, he’s sentimental

⚫️Do they indulge in anything? Alcohol (previously)

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?- Yes, absolutely

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why? Check it out, shield up

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?- Call parents or older siblings

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them? - seeing his family all dead and blood on his hands

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Dated his ex

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic

template credit to @/thanathecreator

Got this idea from @star-spangled-starboyyy

[nerogurl]

hello! Could I have a match up if it is not too much trouble?

I go by She/her and like men. INTP,  ☀️ Libra / rise Leo, October,

Personality:

I’m introverted, intense, earnest and absent-minded. always wear the heart to my sleeve. Sort of a lone wolf but it’s partly because im not good at starting the conversation.

I tend to cry silently when stressed without much control over it, while trying not to be a bother to others. Drawing is the way I express myself but I also love playing with words. I dislike the change of plan in general,  unless it is pleasant event. Would either plan way ahead or do things (i.g. buy sweets) on a whim.  My soft spot is stuffed animals, and I treat them like they were people. if anyone tries to squeeze the plushie I’ll screech instinctively. 

I make quite a few weird sounds (i.g. a sound like bird’s chirping) so I imagine it’s probably fun to watch if they don’t mind the, well, noises.

I struggled with showing affection verbally, so instead of saying the ‘l words’ I would be staying at their side, listen to their problems , make coffee and do things for them. I get flustered easily, both in a shy way and annoyed way. Is generally touch-aversive with the mouth of a pirate and libido, then gets shy. Not experienced either. The best mental image would probably be a stray cat that shows in front of your door from time to time, runs away when you want to touch it and be back for the neck scratch 3 days later.

small fact: 

Very sensitive to smell and sounds, can smell  someone smoking from far away. 💯 powered by caffeine, good at determining the quality of black tea and coffee. Gets sleepy from 1 beer.

Interest:

I like dark stuff, story that is destined to wither in the end. I also like playing video games (not sure if it exists at that period of time but, yeah!), art, visiting museums, animals (especially 🐢 🐈 🐕 ) , sea (water in general) and sunlight. I joke about being a lizard because I have 0 body heat in winter , completely depends on the weather of the environment. Since I got ill often when I was younger, and spent months in a hospital with good memories of the kindness from others, the smell of rubbing alcohol comforts me. 

Appearance: 150 cm, long black hair, kind of pale due to the amount of time staying indoor. Small frame, thin and cannot see without eyeglasses. scared of people way stronger than me but also somewhat intrigued . (Talk about mixed feelings..)

Hi!!!

Your first match is with Levi. Drug addiction can cause symptoms similar to neudivergence. (As an autistic person myself, I have been mistaken for being on drugs due to my natural body language.) Levi would be intrigued by the contrast between familiar and foreign traits. Your positive reinforcement of love and care with the hospital smell of alcohol, he'd associate with the neglected dying and sick. He recognises the stimming of your bird chirps but not the joy and comfort that comes with it. He identifies with your withdrawn nature and the alexithymia; a characterisation concerning difficulty with verbalising your emotions. However, the ability to be so emotional feels alien. Coping in such fundamentally different ways, he would be both confused and allured. 

The horrors of war being too harrowing for a child to overcome, Levi turned to heroin for the temporary relief. This avoidance behaviour repeats itself in his B ending. Your chirping reminds him of the freedom he tried to achieve by fleeing the army. Running away from his past, he travels all over by motorcycle. Surviving by fleeing from danger, it might seem oxymoron to settle down and face the music. He doesn't understand the way you carry yourself. Your coping mechanisms allow you to function and thrive while his destruct and suppress. Being a similar type of person, he'd want to learn how you achieved something so seemingly unattainable to himself. A bird that has found freedom, he'd want to be like you.

Coming from a similar approach to the world, he would emphasise with your shared complicated relationship with strength. Being a great soldier out of small children meant to fight big scary adults. Just like how he cowers in fear at his presence of Caligura but spits on his shoe anyway. With you by his side, he has someone to protect. Not wanting you to surrender to those shared feelings of helpless that he's all too familiar with, it reminds him he's not that scared child anymore and gathers the will to defend himself. 

This struggle can be found in small animals as well. I think he would like dogs the most. Getting a PTSD service dog would help him keep grounded. Just like protecting you, it makes it so that he *can't* shut down because he has a best friend that relies on him. Combine this with your sensory sensitivity, you and his service dog make a specialised surveillance unit. He'd have to actively try if he wanted to hide a relapse. Now, it is much less likely for him to suddenly fall off the wagon.

I can definitely see you two doing a late night run for dessert to satisfy your sugar cravings. Like driving downtown for icecream at 2:00am. This impulsive behaviour is a distraction from more self-destructive habits. Living in the city would be good for Levi, as long as he has the stability to keep him from spiralling into a relapse.

Travelling all over on a motorcycle, go to museums together to look at really bizarre exhibits. Go to flashy arcades, where he'll be especially good at the shooters. In the Prehevil tavern, Levi can be found on the piano lamenting over how he never learned how to play. A love of music, just how one practises to get the high score at the arcade, he would get really good at rhythm games. Drawing a crowd whenever he plays DDR.

Going out on the town he'd share his jacket with you. With a underweight body type, you'd be struggling in the cold together, a jacket fitting his height would have extra room to share. You two can huddle for warmth together, as you walk down the street.

Your second match is with Tanaka! He can definitely relate to your relationship with strength. Being a latent soul, his standpoint begins with little urgency over his own life and is instead subjected to the world around him. He is raised into his profession, and is one of the first to be killed in multiple ways if left on his own. His character arc is about overcoming his fear by training with Marcoh, and reclaiming his own path through protecting his friends, including you, with his new fighting skills. Being a true gentleman he'll let you borrow his suit jacket if you get too cold. Like how birds dance to wow their mates; salary men can *drink*, and being a lightweight yourself, he'd probably want to show off. 

Being so sheltered his whole life and working as a negotiator, he approaches others with an open mind. A salaryman, he has to adjust and make people feel welcome for negotiations. His first instinct is to approach people from a place of civility and understanding (which is why he was so easily killed by the woodsman). When he hears your chirping he relates to the closest thing to stimming and whistles along with your noises, establishing a parallel play between you. 

The absolute king of Animal Crossing, at first he'd humour it like some novelty he wouldn't think much about. As a child to inherent a conglomerate, he certainly would have been raised by tiger parents that would never let their kid play video games, thinking it a waste of time. Japan has a heavy emphasis on mascot culture that would eventually peak his interest. After some gentle persuasion to give it a try, he'd be hooked. You could give him station-ware with animal crossing characters as a gift. A down to earth guy, he'd probably like blockbuster type games, like Resident Evil or Detroit: Become Human. As a mascot he relates strongly to Luigi, and would get his hands on all of the Luigi's mansion games.

Tdlr; Levi & Tanaka, but overall, I think that Levi is your best match.

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group F Round 3

[image ID: the first image is of Gabrielle, a pale girl with long, lilac colored hair, and blue eyes. she wears a black dress and black boots. on the chest of the dress is a red heart. the second image is of Liv, a young woman with green skin, dressed as a pirate. her left eye is covered by a patch, and she has a yellow bandana tied around her head. her hair is red and in pigtails. her shirt is also yellow, with a star-like black image on the front. end ID]

Gabrielle

SHES SO SILLY shes from a rhythm game i played gabrielle's ghostly groove monster mix all the time on the wii growing up and i do Not remember the plot of that game. but i know in gabrielle's ghostly groove 3d she like sneezes her soul out of her body when she was petting her cat and she heads down to monsterville with her cat who she can now talk to to try getting her soul back into her body and performs The Ghostly Groove to collect screams or something i don't know BUT SHE MEANS SOO MUCH TO ME!! and i can BARELY FIND ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT THIS GAME LET ALONE HER!!!!! please please preetty please!!!!! 

Liv

Liv is a silly lass dressed as a zombie pirate who shows up for two seconds and only got a larger role in a short because one of her friends got wildly popular in the fandom Even after the extra screentime though she's pretty underrated :< Anyways!! She's really goofy and cute and there's a gag in the short where she's fascinated with and plays with chroma keying as Streber rambles on and it's funny. She also teases Streber with Ethan and Leon and you can just TELL they've all been friends for a while I Liv laugh love her and hope she gets in :> Also she stims which I felt was important to mention

[bogwitch-art]

B A S I C S

Name: Khorijin Bayaqud

Nicknames: Khor, Khokho, songbird, little bird

Age: 22 (by Dawntrail)

Nameday: 25th Sun of the 6th umbral moon (dec 25th)

Race: Viera (Rava) + Xaela mixed!

Gender: trans/nb (he/him)

Orientation: Ace

Profession: outside of being one of the warriors of light (alongside Meteor and sometimes Jai), Khor has.. many side jobs -- he nurses and is a baker, and does many other things as well (he likes being busy)

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Auburn with white patches, and golden highlights, worn shaggy (wolf style!) with long bangs that hang into his eyes

Eyes: black sclera, pupils a mix of brown and blue, and golden limbal rings

Skin: tanned skin, aside from the pale vitiligo splotches -- he has a smattering of pale scales on his nose and his cheeks, as well

Tattoos/scars: a few scars here and there -- but most especially on his left leg, they run criss crossed and jagged on his thigh (he has tattoos, too but I can never figure out what)

Other: He has feathers! they run along his shoulders and down the tops of his arms, and along his back, ending in a long feathery red-and-gold/white tail, he also has a tuft of fur on his chest, and his legs (and peets!) He has permanent disabilities as well -- his left leg has been broken several times, and hurts to walk on for long, hence his usual use of fore-arm crutches, and sometimes wheelchairs

F A M I L Y

Parents: Many! Khor has many moms and dads, but his birth parents are Shami and a rando Viera gleaner she hooked up with

Siblings: Several, from all his parents. At the moment he lives with his baby brothers -- toddler Miqo'ra kittens called Khaji and Bati. Also has a twin sister he loves/hates. as one does.

Grandparents: Several! His grandma Mide is the shaman of their particular Bayaqud clan

Children: a lot! He has several with his partners -- most of them are toddlers and babies

In-laws and Other: (Haven't thought ahead for his other spouses but their parents are There… somewhat) Jai's mom and dad -- Lhuna Malqir-Kagon (Rivers) and Julian Rivers

Pets: loves animals -- they have something just shy of a farm in the Firmament, with many sheep, and couerls, and dogs and cats and gods know what else. Has a little sheep that constantly follows him around, though (and who he spoils) -- Tsenkher. Khatun of sheep.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Very skilled with weapons of any kind -- Khor can absolutely figure out how to use any weapon if left with it and something to train on. He doesn't much fight with them, though -- Khor prefers healing, though his own form of it (he doesn't have the aether for traditional healing).

Hobbies: Baking! Learning to felt toys, and knit and crochet, loves to bake and cook, decent at whittling!

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: endless empathy and patience, willing to give anyone a chance, warm, comforting, peaceful.

Most Negative Trait: Will give anyone a chance, far too empathetic, far too selfless! (doesn't really care for himself)

L I K E S

Colors: greens and blues, golds

Smells: flowers, freshly cooked food/baked goods, the smell of a fireplace, cinnamon, oranges

Textures: the wool of sheep, the feel of soft fabric, also textured fabric he can stim with, the rough way wood feels beneath his hands

Drinks: coffee! hot chocolate, milky tea, kumis

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Fogweed! it helps keep him calm

Drinks: kumis, socially

Drugs: fogweed, if that counts -- had a more experimental youth, though; he was a curious teenager and would try just about anything

Mount Issuance: Usually just walks -- he has a chocobo he spoils, though!

Been Arrested: Not Yet

Tagged by: @starryscale

Tagging: anyone who reads this!

[just-a-coining-blog]

Femeow

Your gender has a connection to cats and femininity

Your gender is fluffy and anti-social, while also feeling warm and cozy

It might feel feminine in a non-conventional way

Could have a connection to toe beans, Maine coon cats, sweaters, naps in the sun, and dresses

Could also be related to meowing as a stim or just for fun!

[image ID: four stripe flag, with a pale purple, salmon, pink, and orange stripe]

[anendoandfriendo]

FELLAS it's time to choose a LEADER, look at him.

[Redfern/Redstar, a brown tabby cat with amber eyes. His traits are: male; young adult; playful; good fighter; helpful insight.]

Anyways, yeah, insight and good fighter seem like good traits for a warrior cats leader right?? *Hits the nine lives button*

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We feel like this other cat made sense to put beside Redstar to take a leadership position. Yay Curlflake!

[Curlflake, a tortoiseshell cat with bright blue eyes. Their traits are: female; young adult; strict; den builder.]

At least that strictness will come in handy when disaster happens (because it ALWAYS does in warrior cats we stg).

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LMAOOOOOO this is the most poetic bullshit we have ever seen. Ever. Xer name is fucking MOONROCK.

[Moonrock, a long-furred brown tabby cat with deep blue eyes. Xer traits are: male; adult; lonesome; clever; good mediator.]

The Moonstone is like, the original medicine cat meeting place in the original warrior cats series, for folks who are just Not Aware of warrior cats lore. Moonrock is as close as this game could get to "PICK THIS ONE FOR MEDICINE CAT!!!" without being obvious about it sksksksk. It has been fated since we have opened this game lol.

And yes we are giving these cats neopronouns and nounself pronouns lol. Make ALL of the cats Queer and Plural.

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And now for all of the other folks who will be starting out in Pluralityclan!

[Robinburr, a brown-tabby and white, short-furred cat with ??? eyes. Ends traits are: male; young adult; adventurous; very clever.]

Oh dear. Endos face seems a tad glitched out there. We guess end will also be using glitch/glitch pronouns too?

[Streamkit, a brown spotted kitten with green? eyes. Faer traits are: female; kitten; know-it-all; careful listener.]

AW! How cute. A know-it-all kit. Fae gives off some Autism Vibes if you know what we mean.

[Tempestpaw, a pale tan tabby cat with yellow eyes, a white splotch on slime's head, and a dark brown tailtip. Slime's traits are: male; adolescent; troublesome; lover of stories.]

[Lightpaw, brown cat with yellow eyes and dark markings on storm's tail and ears. Storm's traits are: male; adolescent; quick-witted; confident with words.]

Is it possible to change the data in the save file? Or can we at least choose their warrior name suffixes? We think it would be fucking funny if these two were twins and we could name the left one "Rimuru Tempest" and the one on the right "Veldora Tempest" sksksksk.

[Dartkit, a grey spotted kitten with brown eyes and black markings on stim's tail. Stim's traits are: male; kitten; noisy; constantly climbing.]

WE SWEAR TO STARCLAN WE ARE NOT PICKING THEIR PRONOUNS FROM THEIR TRAITS YALL we keep looking at the traits AFTER the pronouns lolsob.

Anyways, Dartkit is a Blob and we hope stim stays that way forever even into adulthood.

[Plumfeather, a long-furred red tabby cat with dark green eyes. Chirp's traits are: female; adult; bloodthirsty; good speaker.]

Why don't we add a little spice to this dish by throwing in a politician lol? God damnit. She's the best/most-needed option between four bad options.

[Rosemarychomp, a grey spotted cat with dark blue eyes. Their traits are: male; adult; insecure; fast as the wind; steady paws.]

It seems like a coward but Pluralityclan will take good care of them we hope. Maybe they'll find a way to get onto its very steady paws here. :3

Also, they're super pretty for a bunch of pixels LOL. The color combo. The pose. Wdk lol we just feel like this cat has a lot going on for it.

[selkies-world]

@giacofmanytrades omg it got popular

OK so - in one of the WIPs, I have these triplets & they're Daeva, which are essentially the gods of gods.

Dosis is the Daeva of Conciousness & Sleep, and is hailed as the god of awareness, poisons & sleep. He's the one who puts everyone to sleep, and who wakes them up, who let's them rest, who gives them insomnia, etc.

Kouros is the Daeva of Creation & Death, and is hailed as the God of creativity, birth, pregnancy, death, and a few other things. He's the one who brings everyone to life & he's the one who looks over the dead.

Spen is the Daeva of Free will & the weather, and is hailed as the God of consent, free will, adventure, rebellion, thunder, rain & storms. She's the one who is cursed when a teenager suddenly starts rebelling, or praised when a child stands up for themselves.

Dosis has a habit of falling in love quickly, and then getting hurt when it doesn't work out as planned. He looks like a 7-10ft tall Peruvian Inca Orchid, but with sabertooth canines, a bullwhip tail (which is broken and bandaged in places & scarred in others bc he has a habit of jambing it in doors), and webbed feet / paws. He drools constantly, and it's black saliva, which looks like vaguely toxic glitter / stardust when it dries, and yes he leaves a trail of it wherever he goes. He stims by making a clicking sound in his throat (like a bat's echolocation clicking), and it drives the others nuts because he does it whenever he's nervous or upset (like a dog growling when anxious) but also when he's happy & content (like a cat purring when getting petted). He has 3 digits on each paw. His breath smells like apple cider & almonds. He's currently been single for a little over 2.5k years because the last time he fell in love it was with a human, who was attracted to his humanoid appearance, but who rejected and attacked him when they saw his unshed appearance. He's still sensitive about it.

Kouros looks almost identical to Dosis. His tail is permanently crooked from a time it was broken, and has a lot of scars and burns on it. His breath smells like oleander, he drools constantly his saliva is a white foam (like rabies) which dries in like a noxious smelling glitter / stardust. He is capable of clicking in his throat like his sibling is, but chooses not to, except when he feels very threatened. He is more melancholy, and is more of a realist than a romantic. He is polyamourous, and is in a happy, content relationship with Tortue (God of the afterlife / underworld, tortoises & turtles), Likow (God of Rebirth & Eternity) and Pneuma (God of the spirits). All three of his partners are Roi (Kings of the Gods), and they've been together for [3,216,454] 3 million, 2 hundred and sixteen thousand, 4 hundred and fifty four years. They're coming up to their 3,216,455th anniversary & it's gonna be a helluva party. He was the one to patch Dosis back together after the human lover hurt him, and is very protective of his sibling.

Both brothers have 2 human form, which are also close to identical: brown skin with black hair in ringlets with glitter / stardust in the roots, freckles, sharp canines & incisors, teeth which look unnaturally white (like marble, rather than calcium), and startlingly pale eyes which are sea blue, with green and gold flakes in them. Dosis has dark freckles, while Kouros has pale freckles.

Their adult human forms appear in their late 20s / early 30s, with ballet-dancer builds, and they measure in at 5'9 to 6'2. If they touch anything with their bare hands, they leave a glitter / stardust trail; as such, they both wear boots. Dosis' breath smells like apple flesh & almonds, while Kouros' breath is like oleander and henbane.

Their child human forms appear around 12 or 13, are entirely androgynous, and measure in at 5'0 to 5'5. They're slender and gangly, but just beginning to tone up. In this form, they're always barefoot, and leave footprints of stardust / glitter wherever they go. Dosis' breath smells like apple juice & almonds, Kouros' breath smells like oleander & lily of the valley.

Spen is quite cold and callous, and finds entertainment in telling people 'no'. She appears as a goliath birdeater (imagine a tarantula. Now imagine it the size of a small dog), with black, brown and gold colouring. She sheds glitter / stardust wherever she goes, and spins it into her webs. She never has a relationship because she eats all of her mates after she's enjoyed them physically. Her fangs are quite large, and much sharper & more lethal than her brothers' saberteeth. She likes decorating her room with the corpses of her former mates in cocoons / websacks hanging from the ceiling, and her den is a nest of webs, and there is always a scent of rotting fruit, namely rhubarb. She is very protective of her brothers, though she also laughed at them both when they caught their tails in traps & she delights in trying to catch their tails in doors. She communicates through vibrations and dances, but makes no sound other than the physical sound of her feet hitting the floor.

Her human form appears as a 16 year old girl with brown skin and black hair, which is sometimes in ringlets and sometimes straight - when it's in ringlets it comes to her waist, when it's straight it brushes the ground when she walks. Glitter / stardust are in the roots, but is often seen throughout her hair in highlights. Her nails are very long and manicured, and like her brothers, she leaves glitter / stardust on anything she touches. Her canines are longer than you'd normally see on a human, and sharper, and it means she has a slight lisp when she talks. Her breath smells like rhubarb and caramel.

Yes hi please can I talk about some of the OCs in one of my current WIP adult fantasy books???? TO ANYONE?!?!??!

[pale-grunge-dark]

[ziestims]

“A Stimboard for my Cat Lilah”

[le-velo-pour-dru]

What a fun premise!! I love this picrew, the art style is very fun and the choices are awesome (and I'm so happy they included an iDKHOW pin!!!! ^w^)

Tagging (no pressure): @prettylittlelights @battlecriesandroses @date-mate-re-animate @chocolatebonboncookie @bowied-lennox and anyone else who wants to do it!! :P

[ID 1: A picrew of a pale person with straight chin-length brown hair. They're smiling and giving a peace sign. They have brown headphones around their neck, a chew stim necklace, a Lemon Demon hoodie, an iDKHOW pin, and a button that says, "Ask me my pronouns". They are in front of the genderfluid and bigender flags.

ID 2: A picrew of the same pale person, but with thick shoulder-length brown hair. They're smiling and holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have pink heart-shaped glasses a pink bow in their hair, alien themed earrings, a pink spiked choker, a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars, and white angel wings. They're wearing a button-up shirt with a pattern like an 80s bowling alley carpet, with a Lemon Demon pin and a button that says, "Ask me my pronouns". They are in front of the genderfluid and bigender flags.

ID 3: A picrew of a pale person with short hair that's half black and half white. They're grinning while flapping their hands as a stim. They have ghost earrings, a Lemon Demon hoodie, and a button with the symbol for autism on it. They're in front of a background that's half the transgender flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 4: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short hair that's half black and half teal. They have three eyes, and a smile with fangs poking out. They're holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have stickers of hearts and stars on their cheeks, horror-themed earrings, and a black spiked choker with two small colorful necklaces and a necklace with a big UFO hanging off of it. They're wearing a suit with a jacket patterned to look like the game Pac-Man, and a Lemon Demon pin. They're in front of a background that's half the transgender flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 5: A picrew of a pale person with short, straight, brown hair. They're smiling with their tongue sticking out. They have glasses and ghost earrings, and they're wearing a red flannel over a white t-shirt and a fishnet shirt. They have Lemon Demon and Talking Heads pins. They're in front of a background that's half the nonbinary flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 6: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short hair that's half pink and half brown. They're smiling with their tongue sticking out and holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have glasses, but their eyelids are purple, and their eyes are all black except for their yellow pupils. They still have ghost earrings. They're wearing a purple jacket over a pink t-shirt, with a simple black choker, two small colorful necklaces, and a necklace with a big UFO hanging off of it. They still have Lemon Demon and Talking Heads pins. They're in front of a background that's half the nonbinary flag, and half the pattern of an 80s bowling alley carpet.

ID 7: A picrew of a pale person with short, wavy, white hair. They're smiling with their eyebrows downturned, and they have glasses, but their eyelids are purple, and their eyes are all black except for their yellow pupils. They're drawing with a drawing tablet covered in stickers. They have devil horns and dinosaur earrings. They're wearing a button-up shirt covered in beakers and vials with a Lemon Demon pin. They're in front of a background of fire.

ID 8: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short, wavy hair that's half white and half black. They're smiling with one eyebrows raised, and they have glasses, but their eyelids are purple, and their eyes are all black except for their yellow pupils. They're holding the cat from the Spirit Phone cover. They have devil horns, black lipstick, and skeleton earrings. They're wearing a colorful tweed suit with a Lemon Demon pin. They're in front of a blue background with yellow eyes on it.

ID 9: A picrew of a pale person with mid-length, wavy, brown hair. They're smiling with fangs poking out, and their hands are up and flopped at the wrists. They have dark freckles on their face and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a hoodie with a fire pattern and a button that says, "she/they". They're in front of the demigirl flag.

ID 10: A picrew of the same pale person, but with shorter brown hair. They're smiling with fangs poking out, and their hands are up and flopped at the wrists. They have dark freckles on their face, small antlers, star earrings, white angel wings, and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a hoodie with a fire pattern and a button that says, "she/they". They're in front of the demigirl flag.

ID 11: A picrew of a person with long ginger hair. They have a slightly worried-looking expression, and there's a red flower on their left side. They have orange, yellow, and white flowers in their hair, wireless earbuds in, and a necklace with a round, green charm. They're wearing a button-up shirt with ghosts on it over a black and white striped shirt, with a Hello Kitty pin. They're in front of a blue background with a white circle behind their head.

ID 12: A picrew of the same pale person, but with shorter hair that's half pink and half ginger. They have a happier expression, and there's a big teal worm on a string to their left. They have a pink bow in their hair, small hoop earrings, and a pink heart necklace. They're wearing overalls with paintbrushes in the pocket over a red button-up shirt with mice on it and a fishnet shirt. They have a black cat pin on their shirt. They're in front of a blue background with a white circle behind their head.

ID 13: A picrew of a pale person with short brown hair. They're looking to the right with a neutral expression, and a phone with a space-themed phone case is to their left. They have acne and headphones over their ears. They're wearing a green t-shirt with a button with the symbol for autism on it. They're in front of a background with color bars seen on a TV screen, with white stars around them.

ID 14: A picrew of the same pale person, but with brown hair shaved close to their head. They're looking to the right with a neutral expression, and a phone with a space-themed phone case is to their left. They have acne, antennae with light blue ends, and an earring shaped like a UFO. They're wearing a suit with a pattern that looks like their skeleton, and a button with the symbol for autism on it. They're in front of a red background with a white scribble behind it.

ID 15: A picrew of a pale person with long dark brown hair. They're smiling, and they have colorful braces. They have glasses and acne. They're wearing a light blue t-shirt with eggs and bacon on it, and a yellow ribbon pin. They're in front of a pink background with a white squiggly border.

ID 16: A picrew of the same pale person, but with pink hair in a bun. They're grinning, and they have a split eyebrow. They have stars above their head, hearts on their cheeks, a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars, and a necklace with the Star of David on it. They're wearing a button-up shirt patterned to look like the Dare To Be Stupid cover over a fishnet shirt, and they have a yellow ribbon pin. They're in front of the aroace flag, with a white squiggly border.

ID 17: A picrew of a pale person with short blond hair. Their eyes are closed and they're smiling, and they have a Cthulhu plush to their left. They have dark freckles, headphones over their ears, a necklace with a mushroom on it, and a necklace with the triple goddess symbol on it. They're wearing a purple hoodie, with a button with the symbol for autism on it, and a possum on their shoulder. They're in front of the sapphic and genderqueer flags.

ID 18: A picrew of a pale person with short brown hair. They looking to the right, smiling and waving. They have colorful clips in their hair, corded earbuds in, butterfly earrings, a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars, and a necklace with a crystal on it. They're wearing a button-up shirt with a pattern like an 80s bowling alley carpet over a rainbow shirt, and they have a button that says, "she/they". They're in front of the unlabeled and aroace flags.

ID 19: A picrew of a pale person with short brown hair. They're smiling and giving a peace sign. They have glasses and a beauty mark to the right of their mouth. They're wearing a navy blue hoodie with a purple ribbon pin. They're in front of the nonbinary and aroace flags.

ID 20: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short brown hair dyed purple in the front. They're grinning and giving a peace sign. They have glasses, duck earrings, and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a colorful cardigan over a purple shirt, with a purple ribbon pin. They're in front of the nonbinary and aroace flags.

ID 21: A picrew of a pale person with mid-length brown hair, half of their bangs being blue. Their eyes are closed and they're grinning. They have acne, brightly colored star earrings, and a necklace with the triple goddess symbol on it. They have a navy blue t-shirt on with rats on their head and shoulder and a button that says, "I use any pronouns". They're in front of the lesbian and aroace flags.

ID 22: A picrew of a pale person with light ginger hair. He's looking to the right, and his tongue is poking out of his mouth, and he's giving the "rock on" sign. He has wireless earbuds in and a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars. He's wearing a colorful button-up shirt with a button that says, "he/him". He's in front of the aroace and transgender flags.

ID 23: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short hair that's half white and half blue. He's looking to the right and smiling, and giving a peace sign. He has wireless earbuds in, a sword earring, a colorful choker, and a simple black necklace. He's wearing a button-up shirt with ghosts on it over a black and white striped shirt, and he has a button that says, "he/him". He's in front of the aroace and transgender flags.

ID 24: A picrew of a pale person with long brown hair. They're smiling. They're wearing a navy blue hoodie and are in front of a white background.

ID 25: A picrew of the same pale person, but with short, darker brown hair. They're smiling. They're wearing a frog hat, dragon and sword earrings, brown headphones around their neck, and a necklace with a moon on it. They're wearing a dinosaur hoodie with a button that says, "they/them". They're in front of the asexual flag.

ID 26: A picrew of a pale person with short hair with blond bangs and brown hair. They're smiling. They have glasses, a beauty mark to the right of their mouth, and skull earrings. They're wearing a button-up shirt with ghosts on it over a black and white striped shirt. They're in front of a dinosaur-themed background.

ID 27: A picrew of a pale person with short, curly, blue hair. Their eyes are closed and they're smiling. They have planets above their head, dragon and sword earrings, and teal dragon wings. They're wearing a denim jacket covered in patches over a t-shirt. They're in front of a background patterned with bubbles, there's a white square behind their head, and there are two ghosts on either side of them.

ID 28: A picrew of a pale person long blonde hair. She's smiling with her tongue sticking out and her hands are up and flopped at the wrists. She has glasses, wireless earbuds in, and mushroom earrings. She's wearing a cardigan over a shirt with a frog on it, and she has My Melody and iDKHOW pins on. She's in front of a pink background with a white circle behind her head.

ID 29: A picrew of the same pale person, but with pink hair in two buns. She's smiling with her tongue sticking out and there's a plush of a rosy maple moth to her left. She has brown moth antennae, glasses, stickers of hearts and stars on her cheeks, corded earbuds in, mushroom earrings, moth wings, and a colorful choker with shapes like hearts and stars. She's wearing a bee hoodie with iDKHOW and My Melody pins on it. She's in front of a pink background with a white circle behind her head. /end ID]

PICREW CHAIN TIME!!!

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1078070

Using this picrew, make how you currently look vs how you want to look! (Or just one of those, doesn't matter!) Anyone can join, but I'll tag people too!

Here's mine:

Have fun!

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