#pitted acne scars

[kittilumpo]

based on @charlietheepicwriter7 's "twin au but also misunderstandings"

danny and damian are brothers, whether or not they are twins - check

danny left the league when they were extremely small - check

damian knows danny left - check

danny knows danny left - nah

what?

nah.

danny has amnesia! most of the loa was told that danny died on his first outside-headquartes mission; in reality, danny took a few MAJOR hit to his head (the target expected an adult, sue him) and he was so covered in blood and beat to shit when he was rushed back to base that no one *expected* him to survive. talia convinces ra's to use the pit to stop danny from dying, but it isnt enough: after he wakes up nothing is fixed because danny is rapidly forgetting EVERYTHING. by the time he's in the care of a modern-medicine government hospital, danny barely remembers his own name. after a few days of gradual deterioration, to the point that ra's compares him to jason, danny falls into a coma. ra's makes the call: danny has to go. they smuggle him out of the country and into the usa, where he's placed in a private, expensive hospital - the same one where vlad succumbed to the ecto acne.

a few months into the come, brain-damaged-but-pit-exposed danny wakes up basically fine but with heinous scars (mostly hidden after his hair grows back) and zero (0) memories. he's taught english, told what the doctors were allowed to tell him about himself to try and stimulate his memories, but he never regains anything.

talia reluctantly agrees to let go, and ONLY because ra's convinces her its the best option for everyone. danny gets lucky and only has one foster home before the Fentons find and fall in love with him and claim him as their own. damian locks that information away where he'll never forget it and everyone moves on.

danny's ABILITY to retain memories is compromised for a long time, but his family is very patient and supportive and accidentally constantly exposing him to purified ectoplasm. by the time he's 14 his memory retention has stabilized to almost normal levels; he has a hard time with short-term memories, and if he isnt paying STRICT attention to something (like classwork) it can slip away without a trace, but until the portal accident he does Well Enough. after the portal accident his brain actually, FINALLY heals to 100% functioning (because now the organ itself turns into straight ectoplasm whenever danny transforms and danny's core steadily takes over Being Danny as his two halves balance out and when a core is damaged it just heals until the damage is gone) over the course of (cough the show cough) about two years. by high school graduation danny's grades are back up to b's and he even has a few low a's.

jazz is doing 4 years at University of Wisconson before she plans to transfer to Harvard, tucker got accepted to Minnesota Institute of Technology, and since danny's body can't pass the physical requirements for a career as an astronaut (and he can just fly into space on his own now) danny follows sam to Gotham to study engineering at Gotham U.

sam has no interest in college; she's going to gotham to meet pamela isley, and an argument with her parents about it escalated the plan to sam MOVING to gotham to "join" pamela isley. in reality sam has no intention of becoming a poison ivy goon, but she *does* want to upset her parents AND stay true to her own word, so she commits to the plan. danny tagging along is just so she has backup/emergency extraction during rogue attacks

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its february in danny's first year at Gotham U when damian runs into him. damian is Fully PTSD Shell-Shocked and jon is confused and concerned. jon doesnt bring it up again but eventually duke and then tim find out about danny and THEY conclude that one of ra's old clone plans is finally coming to fruition. batman decides that danny going to Gotham U is supposed to be a method of creating a paper trail; insert himself into the town so that "when" he takes over damian's life, he can gasight everyone into thinking he's the "real" damian. (works best in older-brother!danny au's because "obviously the older one is the original", tho that only works on anyone who doesnt know about artificial aging)

thankfully damian is brought in before anyone actually DOES anything so that he can explain. bruce is now upset that talia made MORE THAN ONE bio-son, AND kept one a SECRET - and that DAMIAN never told him, either. damian justifies that "in every way that matters" danny is NOT bruce's son, (and knows well enough to interrupt bruce to stop THAT misunderstanding) and *continues* to explain danny's injuries and vegetative state. basically saying "by the end he wasn't even my brother anymore. he was a breathing corpse with my face."

damian wraps it all up by explaining that he knew danny had eventually woken up and been adopted because thats the last info they got when talia recalled the surveilance team. damian knew danny had been moved to illinois, but thinking about danny "back then" (lol) was more painful than damian used to be willing to admit - even to himself - so he never followed up further than that.

bruce is fucked up about it and hes in his fifties now; he's not doing well.

dick understands and respects damian's desire to leave danny alone, but is also kind of fucked up about it if for different reasons.

jason learns about all of this later and tangentially, and doesnt really give a shit passed "damn damian that sucks, i dont really remember him but this explains why i thought there had always been clones of you and was confused that you were surprised they existed" - the level of shits he gives lessens even further when he has to focus on "some wise-ass meta punk" bothering him while he's on patrol. ("i did NOT want my own personal fucking kite-man!")

aka danny as phantom has become one of red hood's least-serious but most-recurring rogues, all so that danny can try to sus out why jason ALMOST sets off his ghost sense and why, in ecto-saturated gotham, crime alley is almost completely devoid of it. turns out the two are related! jason's fucked up mutant core is sucking it up faster than gothamites produce it. this is also why jason feels "uncomfortably comfortable" in the bat cave and to a lesser extent anywhere in gotham thats NOT crime alley, even when he sincerely hates being there - those places still HAVE ECTO for his starving core to siphon. it happens to a lesser extent when he comes back to crime ally after doing away-missions with the outlaws, since the place has had SOME time to replenish its levels.

50/50 chance tim follows up on danny just so that he can share information about him to damian because tim thinks thats a resonable plan.

50/50 chance he tries to do this and the resulting plot is that several other batsibs thwart tim's attempts, compromising themselves several times and leading danny to think that ALL of them are stalking him. tucker thinks WE is scouting danny but he's literally still doing gen-eds and getting the same b-average-with-a-slowly-increasing-number-of-a's as always, so they dismiss that one pretty fast. sam writes it off as weird rich people shit, "trust me, im an expert," but jazz and valerie put forth the theory that they're keeping an eye on danny because the fentons are well-known mad scientists and danny WILLINGLY moved to gotham on purpose, and the waynes are known to be connected to batman.

its actually during his time running from various bats that danny flees into crime alley and finds out that his ghost sense reacts to red hood aka jason.

[tac-the-unseen]

Vincent Sinclair x Slasher obsessed! Male reader

CW: Blood, Gore, bad friends

While on a road trip you and your friends pass through Louisiana. You’re driving two of your friends around the country in an act of spiritual journey.

While riding around in bum fuck nowhere, you find yourselves needing gas. You catch the site of a sign telling you there's a nearby town.

“Ambrosia? Like the food of the Gods, Ambrosia?” Tim asks to No one in particular. Tim was just an average looking, nerdy, white guy. Pale from hardly stepping outside, brown straight hair, socially awkward, acne scars, and a crooked nose from taking a beating one to many times. Despite needing a shower, He's a decently friendly guy.

“What other Ambrosia do you know?” Brian retorted with sass. Brian is Honduran. Tan skin, black wavy hair, thick eyebrows, cracked lips, and two moles on his left cheek. He's a bit of a jerk, but is just a nerd guy at heart too. You've caught him sneaking out to magic the gathering tournament a few times.

“How about that shitty fruit and marshmallow salad white suburban moms make?” you quip while driving towards the town. The three of you were on your way across back home from college, and simply crossed through Louisiana on your way. You were the ‘crazed’ horror obsessed friend. Tim and Brian have told you several times that you talk about it way too much.

Tim slaps your shoulder and scoffs, “It's not that bad!” he pouts at you. You don't even look over your shoulders “You only say that because you're white suburban mom makes it for parties!” Tim dramatically gasps and slaps your shoulder again “And so what if she does!? She makes it good!” he argued back.

“Blah blah blah, both of you shut up!” Brian says and looks out the window. All that just for Tim and Brian to have a hussy fight of a fight in the back seat. You roll your eyes as the car slowly pulls up into the dingy Town of Ambrosia.

Almost as soon as you enter you spot a gas station. It only takes a little bit more driving to reach there, but it's also a good pit stop to go to the bathroom and grab some snacks. you listen to the mindless rambles and arguments of your friends, nothing important.

As much as these two are your friends, they're also the people that annoy you the most. They're just the only people that will hang out with you for the time being.

You pull up to the side of one of the pumps, turn off the car, hop out and pop the gas cap. Both guys slither out of the backseat and slump off into the gas station without talking to you.

“Rude!” You jokingly call at them. They laugh, turn around, and flip you off.

You put in your card and start pumping gas. You think about the end goal of this trip and how it is just a few more hours before You arrive at your destination.

Once the tank is filled up, you pay, close up, and drive into an actual parking spot. You take a moment in your car to catch your breath. You have no idea how you're going to deal with eight more hours of this, but you'll endure.

You, Tim, and Brian have a bunch of plans for this trip. You have plans on where to eat, where to go, what hotels to stay at. And it sounds so fun, but you don't know how you're going to manage with the two of them.

It's gotten to the point where you don't really care if you seem like a bad friend at times, they're just…too much.

You exhale and get out of the car. When you walk into the store you see Tim chatting up the store clerk, and Brian snagging some snacks.

You walk in and nod at the Clerk, but start going towards Brian.

“What you find?” You ask him, looking over the aisles. “Dude, all they have are seeds, jerky, beer, and gum.” Brian huffs louder than you would like him to. You jab him in the stomach and give him a disapproving look.

“Dude!” He yelps, but otherwise he shuts up. A hardy laugh snaps both Yours and Brian's attention. The clerk and laughing with Tim over what you assume is a bad joke. He lets out a breath and turns to look at us “This kid, is something else!”

You assume that's supposed to be a compliment, But then again you're in the south so probably not. You just smile and nod and turn back to the snacks, not really wanting to get mixed up in this.

“You know what? How about I spot you three a beer! You're all over 21, right.” He takes a quick second for one of us to respond. Before anyone can he just smiles and walks out from behind the counter, “Meh, I don't really care!”

He puts on a big, wide smile and lightly jogs to the refrigerated section of the store. “You Boys Cool with Blue Moon?”

You and Brian watch in confusion while Tim answers, “That's fine, Boss. A drink is a drink!” The Clark does a weird little happy dance while he grabs a case.

Finally you get a word in, “Um, Guys I have to drive later…Our hotel is 3 hours away!” You guys prepaid all the hotels that you're going to be staying at on the trip.

The Man gives you a strange look. For a second you thought you saw something gleam in his eye, But as soon as it comes it goes and his charismatic smile return. “Oh, come on! It's just one!” He smirks and closes the fridge with his heel. “Youa lightweight or something?”

Brian pushes your shoulder, “Dude it's just one, we'll just wait until you sober up.” You give him a look of disgust and once again before you can say anything the clerk speaks first. “Lemme take y'all to my shop, I got seats in there.”

Tim start following The man, And Brian shoulder checks you while he does the same. You stand there stunned for a couple seconds, before you blink, sigh, and follow after the three.

Apparently these jackasses have never heard of stranger danger, And you don't want to pay the price for that. You really should have stopped talking to them after The first semester.

You walk through a hallway, out a back door, In spot a glimpse of Brian entering a mechanic shop. By the time you show up they'd already snapped their beers open. The Clerk pays the seat next to him and grins. “Pop a squat!”

You think over all your options.

Sit next to a stranger, Drink, and hope he's not a crazed serial murderer

Sit next to a stranger, don't drink, and hope he's not a crazed serial murderer

Run, leave Tim and Brian, and hope you're not blamed for whatever happens to them

You bite the bullet and go with option two. You drag your feet over to the bench, and slowly slide next to the stranger. You glance at Tim and Brian but they're eyes are closed while they greedily gulp down their wheat juice.

The man next you you offers you a bottle, but you hold up your hand “No thanks, Not a beer guy.”

Tim slams down his now empty bottle, why he polished it off so fast you don't know, but he shouts at you “Boooo, you whore!” the man and Brian chuckle but you just don't say anything.

They start with small talk, you learn that the Stranger's name is Bo, he owns the gas station and the Mechanic shop. Useful information at least, but you also learn that Tim and Brian are dumber than you thought. They talk about where they currently live, Brian even went ahead and gave out his street’s name. They go as far and tells Bo where you're all headed and where you'll be staying.

You want to slap them silly, but hold back. They might as well hand the motherfucker a map.

It's when Tim decides to grab his third bottle that you stand up. “Okay, I'm sorry Sir, but we need to leave or will miss our hotel reservation.”

Tim and Brian give you a mean look, but couldn't care less. Bo on the other hand, just sighs sadly and stands up too. “I understand, clean up and I'll walk ya back to your car.”

You're a little shocked at how easy Bo took it, but you still can't shake an uneasy feeling. You help toss away the empty bottles and start walking towards the exit. When you don't hear footsteps behind you, you turn to look at your passengers but they're still sitting at the table. “We don't want to leave, we'll just move the reservation.”

You glare at them menacingly. “If only that's how reservations work.” Your voice drops a bit and your words turn sour. “We. Have. To. Go.” Brain's nose scrunches while Tim's Lip curls. They move slowly and stiffly, but stand up and start walking to the exit.

You mentally cursed everyone out and dreaded the cross country ride even more. You can already hear the bitching and tantrum adjacent huffs. But the relief of being away from this place is downright euphoric.

Just as you breathed in your relief, a big, dirty white truck starts pulling into the gas station. As it got closer your hit with a horrid smell. And you know you're not The only one because right from behind you someone gags.

The truck pulls in and Bo hussles over to the driver's side window. They have a conversation you can't hear and after just two minutes the truck pulls out and drives away.

With the same charismatic smile he lightly jogs back over to your group. “Sorry ‘bout that gang” he beams. You want to ask a few burning questions, but you also want to get out of there as fast as possible, So you hold your tongue.

“Oh no, it's fine. We're leaving anyway!” You smile and nod. Bo digs his hands into his pockets and sighs sadly. That cues Brian to defend him “God, you're being such an ass to a guy that's been more than nice to us this whole time!”

Your body heats up and your eyes begin to twitch. You take a deep breath to try to calm yourself down, but it doesn't work. All you're trying to do is look out for these idiots, try to stay on time for a vacation they wanted to go on, and remind them of stranger danger.

But before you can spit out your heated response, Bo cuts in “Awe thanks man” he pause for a few seconds “Almost makes me feel bad for what imma bout to do.” Before anyone can react Bo pulls a large hunter's knife out from his pocket, grabs Brian's hair, and slits his throat.

The sight is gruesome. Brian tries to form words but only bursting bubbles of blood spill from his lips. The dark crimson spilling down his shirt and seeping into the fabric. It spreads like an infectious disease, and in a certain way it looks like one. Brian drops to his knees and looks up at you.

You can only imagine what he's thinking.

He desperately tries to stop the bleeding by wrapping his hands around his throat, But the blood persists. its stains his hands and trickles through his fingers. And finally with one last burst of blood from his mouth, He drops onto the floor. His limbs twitch but only for a few moments before finally all going limp.

Tim stumbles backwards and bumps into you. “What- what the fuck man!” He yells desperately. Tim flails one of his arms back to grab you, pulling on your other arm.

Bo lunges at both of you, But you're able to pull both you and Tim away. You run in the direction you saw the truck go, hoping to find the driver and get help.

You listen as three sets of footprints smash against the gravel in a desperate run. You know not to look back, that'll only slow you down. By now Tim has let go of your arm and it's just a few steps behind yours.

You listen to him pant and wheeze as the air is squeezed from his lungs. He's not used to running. He's never been a running type of guy. You've seen his fitnessgram Pacer test He typically only makes it to lap five. You curses and athleticism but only for a few moments, You're not a star athlete either. You may have lasted longer in those tests, but not that long.

Finally you spot the truck parked in front of a house. “Almost there Tim!” You shout to him for reassurance. He continues to wheeze but you know he acknowledged you. With just a few more pushes you finally make it to the steps of the house. You sprint up the wooden staircase, jump onto the deck, and start desperately pounding at the front door.

“LETS US IN, LETS US IN!” You cry while beating both of your fists on the metal door. It only takes a few seconds for the door to swing open. A man with a cleft lip stands before you, He goes to ask a question but you don't let him answer. You shove him aside, pull Tim in, and slam the door behind you.

“What the hell are you to doin’?” The man asks with some upset in his voice. You take a second study his face, He has short brown greasy hair, brown almost black eyes, a cleft lip, and the ghost of a beard and mustache. he's wearing filthy clothes, a baseball cap, And a dog tag necklace.

“That man out there killed their friend!” Tim tells him in despair. “Please sir we need help!” He begs.

The man stares at you two like Tim has two heads and you grew six arms. He licks over his right canine tooth before smacking his lips and nodding “Okay…I'll help ya…here.” He points to a rickety wooden door. “I'll distract him, You guys go hide in my basement.” He looks over his house real quick and nods to himself, Then turns back to look at you too “It's real dark down there…If you hear some shuffling it's because I got an old dog down there. She overheats easily and needs to cool off.”

You don't care. You rip open the door and practically fly down the stairs with Tim following.

Your feet hit the cement and your legs finally go weak. Your knees hits the floor and your shoulders slump in relief. Tim also finds himself on the floor. You finally get a second to breath and reflect.

You praise yourself for a few seconds for your instincts being correct, Just as quickly your formulating an escape plan. You take a half of air, sit up, and look around.

The basement is dark, damp, and ominous. So like most basements in the world, but in the dark you catch the glimpse of a door frame.

Bingo

Just as you breathed a sigh of relief, The basement door whips open. A man starts descending the staircase rapidly, while you can't see his face you can see the outline of his body.

Bo

You and Tim shoot up from You're kneeling positions. You grab Tim's arm and rip him across the basement and into the door. You hear both slinging curses your way and letting out frustrated roars.

You slam the door behind you. You heard a thump as Bo seemingly couldn't slow down and hit his face against the wooden door.

You look around the new room and discover it's lit by candlelight. The glow of the light is ominous but you can't relish in it now. You spot another door frame and bolt to it. Bo kicks open the door And once again starts chasing you and Tim.

You feel the air shift around your back as Bo takes a slash at you. The slash to your back sends another surge of adrenaline through your veins, and you're able to push you and Tim through the door before Bo can make it behind you.

You slam the door behind you and lock it. You take a look around your environment while you greedily suck in air.

A sad green light illuminates the room. A simple bed, a desk with random art supplies strewn about. It's quite pathetic For what you assumed to be a bedroom?

Just as you come to that conclusion Bo finally busts through the door.

“Now I'm getting sick of you!” You go to run away but are suddenly shoved forward and claps to the floor with the murderer beneath you.

Both you and Bo grunt When you hit the cold, hard, tiled floor. Clumsy feet scamper away and deeper into the bedroom. The air freezes. Time stops. Realization hits you like a truck.

Tim just pushed you.

Tim just sacrificed you to get away.

Bo gives you a strange look, not one of murder or hate, but one of surprise and shock. He also didn't see that coming.

You push off of him and turn your head in the direction the coward fled. It's silent, but only for a couple of seconds. Tim lets out a scream of terror as he comes barreling back towards your direction.

A huge hand stops and grabs him. A huge man with a strange mask slams a knife down onto Tim's chest, repeatedly.

Tim spits out blood in a similar fashion Brian dead. The cool blade rips through his skin over and over again. His blood spills to the floor in red, splattering waves.

After about 8 stabs a big man lets Tim go. And like a rag doll Tim crumples to the floor.

You look back at Bo looking for a reaction “Well that was something.” he grins. He moves out from Under you and leans on his side next to you. He seems to want to go on some cocky lecture but you stop him.

“Thank you…”

Bo makes a dramatic shocked face “Excuse me?”

You repeat yourself “...Thank you…” The charismatic man seems completely shocked by your gratitude, He looks towards the larger man, Who even though behind a mask, looks equally shocked.

Your eyes light up looking at the masked man “I hated those two, I'll give it two guesses why.” You sigh and lean your head onto the ground.

“Yeah they're kind of…. Wrong in the head.” Bo sympathizes.

“They're dumb, or, were dumb.”

Bo let's out wild laughter “That's a nice way of putting it!” bone stands up and offers you a hand. “Tell you what, We call it even.”

You look at him confused “what even?”

Bo smiles that charismatic smile that got you here in the first place “You wanted them gone, We wanted more statues. We both say nothing and move on with our lives.” You take his hand cautiously and stand up.

The man with a cleft lip slowly enters the room with a curious look. “We, meaning you three?”

“We what?” The man asks.

Bow disregards the man entirely “Deal?” He devilishly smiles. You think for a second, But come to the conclusion that this is ultimately the best option. Still holding his hand you shake it in confirmation and nod.

The larger man comes closer to you, and into the light. He looks you up and down before disappearing for a few seconds.

When he emerges again He's holding a first aid kit. He gently offers it to you, gesturing towards your back. “Awe, Vincent. You big softie!” Bo teases the man.

The man, Vincent, ignores Bo entirely and shuffles you towards the bed. Bo huffs at the disregard and gets a little angry “I'm hurt too, Asshole!”

Vincent looks over his shoulders and points at the other skinny man. A silent ‘ask him’ annoys Bo enough to leave.

Vincent sits you down and sits behind you. He opens up the kit, takes out a sterilized napkin and rubs it all over his hands. He just tosses it aside and gently pulls at your shirt, asking you to lift it.

You hurriedly lift your shirt so he can clean you up.

He works quickly and gently on your wound. His large fingers work diligently while the adrenaline finally dies down. The wound burns and stings, but he's soft with you.

The three of them switch up fast.

Bo being friendly, killing Brian, then being friendly to you.

The strange man Helping you but turning out to be working with them.

And finally Vincent, Killing Tim brutally but being very gentle with you.

A whole family of whiplash.

Finally Vincent busts out the bandages and wraps you up. His large hands gently glides around your back and chest. Something Sparks in your brain, and you get hyper focused on his breath. A sharp contrast to yours. You're still sucking in air while he is softly breathing.

When he's done he stands up and starts cleaning up the supplies. As long as you can dodge their wrath, it probably won't be bad.

Thanks for reading <3

So sorry this took so long! It takes me a much longer time writing one shots then headcannons :(

Also I kind of sort of lost the plot towards the end, sorry about that......¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

@hornyslasher

[feelinmatcha]

❛ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ❜

mentions: self deprecation, gn! reader, sobbing, angst?? word count: 185 inspired off of black friday by tom odell

sometimes, you wished you were better.

you wanted a pretty face, a decent amount of fat on your body instead of too much, and no acne scars that undoubtedly made everyone stare at your face for a second longer. the dread you feel when getting up from your bed, already wanting to itch and peel at your skin because of how much you despised it.

but he would pull you closer, cradle you in his bigger arms, and whisper that you were already better than anyone. you were his type of pretty, wasn't that enough?

the kisses he would litter on the apple of your cheeks would feel heavenly but the pit in your stomach still caved in on itself. you oh-so wanted to believe every word but you felt ugly and ashamed of yourself in every possible way and all you could do was cry on the bathroom floor as he waited on the other side of the door, every second of your stuttering sobs shattering his heart into pieces.

in his eyes, you were pretty like the sun.

yet you wouldn't allow yourself to stray that close to one.

─ (jjk) nanami, itadori, (hk) hinata, kuroo, iwaizumi, matsukawa, bokuto, atsumu or osamu, akaashi, kageyama, kenma, tsukishima, daichi, sugawara, ASAHI (op) SANJI, zoro, usopp, trafalgar law, luffy (gi) neuvillette, wriothesley, zhongli, ITTO, DILUC, cyno, tighnari, KAZUHA, aether, alhaitham, thoma, xiao, (dc) jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, AND ANY OF YOUR FAVS!!

authors note: i would have wrote a lot more if it wasn't almost one in the morning TT sorry everyone!!

borders: saradika

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[frogwithastrawberry]

Danny Phantom headcanons I just thought of!

For starters: Not really a headcanon, but I love it when people write Danny using astronomy related nicknames for his partners. It makes the brain worms happy

-All ghosts have a specific weakness tied to when they died. It is HIGHLY frowned upon to knowingly use this against someone. Like, they can recover from it, but not easily

-this weakness is especially prominent in Halfas

-Out of the three Halfas, Danny is the only one who really has the weakness. Since the weakness is based on Death, he's the only one it really applies to?

-Vlad died slowly over time due to one event of mass exposure to ectoplasm, which I'm saying seeped into an open sore like acne in his face, and then replicated said acne. While the original case healed, the ectoplasm was in his bloodstream, and since he was fully alive it was slowly over time taking over his bloodcells, until eventually one day he, just found himself with enough of it that he was able to use ghost powers, and then the ectoplasm recognized him as a ghost and stopped harming him

-Dani was never really fully alive. She has a slight weakness to electricity as residue from Danny, but it's barely more than how one would normally react to being shocked

-For Danny though, the electric shock from the portal killed him, and the Lichtenberg scars that were formed as a result counted as enough of an open wound the ectoplasm started seeping in. Since the ectoplasm crept into the scar of what killed him though, he has a weakness to electricity

-this does also mean that if someone were to die by a fire, the ectoplasm would go into burn scars. They die by bleeding out though? Well, being stabbed was going to be a weakness anyways. Someone dies by drowning, the ectoplasm takes over the lungs, since they went out of commission, etc.

-TLDR: Ectoplasm works by taking over blood cells. Souls don't have those, so they just become fully ectoplasmic beings, AKA ghosts. Live people have blood cells, and the ectoplasm seeps into whatever open scars may exist until it occupies 50-75% of the bloodstream, making you recognizable as a ghost, and a halfa.

-BONUS FOR IF YOU WANT DC IN HERE!

-the reason Jason has pit madness is because the pit is ectoplasm (as most have agreed on) and since he was a corpse, the ectoplasm wasn't sure where to go. He didn't have any pumping blood for it to take it over, and so it settled in as his nervous system. But then the ACTUAL nervous system and blood vessels started working, and they're doing they're best to push out the mysterious entity, but the ectoplasm is sentient, and therefore trying to stay. (It's losing)

-this does mean that in my headcanon Jason can either become the fourth halfa, or become fully human again, depending on if the ectoplasm keeps fighting, or if he meets Danny who teaches him to control it

-side note: If he were to become fully human again he'd likely have a shorter lifespan since his body would be used to having assistance against things like injuries or poisons and wouldn't be able to learn how to heal fully by itself again fast enough to save him.

[crippled-peeper]

pitted acne scars aren’t scary or gross they’re a time honored tradition amongst trans mascs show ur respect

[lifesteal-headcanons]

lifesteal smp except none of them look human but they're all incredibly human.

spepticle is just some guy who constantly falls into pits of slime and can never seem to get it off. rek just has weird body proportions. vitalasy's just a fucking furry. branzy's.. branzy. reddoons isn't sucking your soul out when he's making extremely intense eye contact with you, he's just autistic. so is jumperwho. jumperwho also just has burn scars on her face, it is not melting off, it is burnt. umm. mapicc isn't actually a demon she's just probably an otherkin. leowook also doesnt have a microwave for a head she just put it on her head once and it never came off. those last two are trans women, come fight me in a back of a tesco's if you disagree /silly /j. poafa is not an angel, he just really likes angel wings so he sewed some onto his jacket. parrot is not actually a parrot, that is just her name. she's also a trans woman, once again fight me if you disagree /silly /j. woogie is not a polar bear he just really likes fluffy things, snow, and the colour white. baconwaffles0 is not actually bacon he's just autistic and has a special interest on meat, specifically bacon. ashswagg isn't a result of malware, they're just incredibly good at lying and also made a deal with the lifesteal admin to make their lie seem more real. midmysticx isn't a guardian angel she just dresses like a grieving widow because it looks pretty and for some reason people thought she was a guardian angel. clownpierce is not god, he is literally just some guy. mrcube does not have a rubix cube for a head, it is a mask he wears so he doesn't breathe in redstone dust. pangi is not a pangolin, he has acne and eczema (and honestly probably more skin conditions) but still will wear make-up and set all of the skin conditions off. planetlord does not actually have a cloud for a head, that is simply their hair. princezam is not a yellow blob, she just has stained her skin with paint and it will not come off jesus christ girlypop that cant be cgood for your skin. roshambogames is not some sort of demon, they just started wearing demon horns and wings because they saw mapicc do it and thought it looked cool as fuck. spoke is not a smoke spirit, spoke just cannot stop lighting her clothes on fire by accident. terrain is not a snail, that is her backpack. if you disagree with trans girl spoke and terrain, i will personally fight you in not a tesco's this time, but an aldi instead /silly /j. vortexdragon is not a dragon, he is a furry. yeah jaron's sketchers do light up, yes, but that does not mean he is a monstrous being who runs in fields /ref. 4cvit is also not made of slime, he tried to save spepticle from falling into the slime pit. squiddo is not a squid pretending to be human, they're just autistic, be patient with them, she's still learning how to socialise (mecore). jepex is also not a demon, that is just how jepexx styles his hair.

every single outsider will assume they are not human. they are.

-crownwook

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[f4nd0mfr34k]

Solluxx Captor HC’s (you know he stinks) sorry about the pen yall PLEASE ignore it my cutesy pen died (f in notes for her)

Added: weight, acne, acne scars, two tails, yellowed teeth, piercings, binder (trans), pit stains, green aura (with flies), facial and arm hair

[subskz]

Tall girl anon back. Omg I’m not sure about the picture, it probably is but in my memory I feel like it was more visible, but then again memories can be wrong. And although being into the “masculinity” of body hair in certain places is one way of interpreting it, I don’t think it’s the masculinity part. I think it’s just the whole sort of naturalness(???) of it. Humans are animals and things like pubic and pit hair are signs of hormones and sexual maturity and the presence of it just seems very sexy in a “raw” sort of way that idk how to describe. Anyway….

So I need to get this thing off my chest somewhere and my friends probs don’t wanna hear it so imma do it here since we’re all horny on here anyway.

These memories keep coming back to me… I went to a concert at one point, not gonna say when or who, all that’s important to know is that it was a kpop boy group. And I had a sex dream immediately after. This legit never happened before. I’ve had sex dreams, but not after concerts. But anyway… I’d never noticed in videos, but onstage (I had great seats) one of the members was visibly smaller than everyone else, by a lot. I looked it up and the next shortest member was three inches taller than him (he’s 5’6”) and something about seeing this skinny, short, very attractive guy (especially in comparison to the rest of his members) snapped something in me. In the videos, you don’t really notice it but in real life…. Wow…Like, I need to have him. He is so small and for whatever reason that makes me want him even more. And I feel so weird for that very specific feeling but the memories keep coming back and I can’t get rid of it. I need to hug him, I need to pin him down, I bet I could pick up his tiny little body— he’s so skinny that I refuse to believe that he weighs more than me. And this feral urge consumes me. I want to hold his face in my hands and tell him he’s so pretty but I also want to see his face twisted in pleasure and gasping with his eyes rolling back. I want to hold his little hands in my larger ones in the most wholesome way possible and I also want to see how far my long fingers could wrap around his neck. I want to kiss him and love him and hold him and ruin him. Or even just have the most vanilla sex possible just as long as I could hear him moan with his pretty, high-pitched voice. I’m not gonna try getting myself off because tbh I don’t think that’ll be enough to fix this and as much as this feeling is frustrating, I’m not entirely sure I want it to go away. Anyways……

Sorry for the big rant. But if I don’t let this out it may consume me more than it already has.

hihi it’s good to see u again! if there really is a highqual pic of lix’s happy trail out there i hope we find it someday 🔎 i completely agree w you abt finding body hair “sexy in a raw way” that describes it perfectly! there’s nothing more attractive than humans in their most natural state, no makeup, unshaved, their natural scent etc ♡_♡ slight tangent here but when lino’s skin isnt covered w that awful pale smoothing filter and u can see his real complexion with all his little bumps n acne scars…..literally makes me drool

the way this concert awakened smth in you that u already thought had been awakened LOL it seems like it was quite the lifechanging experience 😽 he sounds so adorable 5’6” men are kinda the perfect size…plus him having an itty bitty frame on top of that so you could probably pick him up like he’s weightless and manhandle him if you wanted to…that’s the goal isn’t it <3 being able to eclipse a boy’s hands w your own and scoop him up in ur arms and hold him up against the wall, making him feel small, safe and helpless all at the same time

i hope ur brain stops tormenting you w these thoughts soon but i cant even blame u for being so hooked on it he sounds like a dream for ppl w size kinks ❤️‍🔥

[malottie]

to me; to those struggling with acne; to the others, too;

a little bit of hope for beauty

I have acne, of the prolific type

of the sort that rises early and never really leaves

the one that erodes face and chest and shoulders

the one that becomes part of you

I still can't love it

not yet

but I will

and it will be beautiful

I will wear my acne scars like a constellation of jewels

parading with a soft-spoken pride as some do about their freckles

skin of toned-down gold embeded of dark rubies and volcanic amethysts

the head high and the eyes regal, a tiara on the cheeks

my pitted skin like a bas-relief of old

a delicate carving of stories untold

like an old piece of warm-colored wood

scarred and faint, that reeks of tenderness

like a sheepskin that tells its tale behind the words

a testament of love and time, an artifact of growth and warmth

like a living kintsugi

a scratch on a well-loved toy

the flesh mountainous and sensible from healing

a meandering path to be explored at dusk and traced by the lips

a small little wonder to be embraced and teased

the peculiar touch of this skin, the signature of a beloved and beloving body

the skin that screams of "I love you"

and forces you to scream it back

[gummybugg]

🎉Get to Know My OC🎉

Thanks for the tag, @rickie-the-storyteller! Check out hers here (I really love it)! For this round, I am choosing Blair from my WIP Crater City.

I am also tagging these people if they wanna have at it: @rubywrite @flock-from-the-void @my-cursed-prince @new-royston-cursebreakers @zestymimblo and @sam-glade!

There is a small Content Warning, so I slapped them in the tags.

...

In a small, concrete room sits a young man bound by ropes. He is slouched in a folding chair in front of a thick, wooden table. The spotlight that aims directly on his body accentuates his warm features: deep, brown hair that goes down to his neck, blush from acne scars, and a bit of stubble. He wears a pair of heart gauges, an aviator jacket, crocs, and jeans that look like they've fought in the nuclear war and come back to tell their tale. But alas, we are not interviewing a pair of distressed pants today.

He is beginning to come to after being knocked unconscious for the past 45 minutes (Well, it’s better to be safe than sorry).

Blair: Where the fuck am I? (he blinks, confused) Wait, am I being interrogated for my crimes? Now? (he squirms in his chair) I refuse to speak to a lawyer until proven guilty!

Elijah: Blair, listen! If we just do as we're told, we'll be fine.

Blair: Elijah? You’re here, too? If I find out they hurt you-- (nearly tips over in his chair)

Elijah: No, I'm fine, I promise! Let's just get this interview over with so we can leave. Ok?

Blair: Yeah, whatever. But if anyone hurts you (The rope that tie him to his chair drop off his body all at once), I will smash my way through that mirror, grab them by the neck, and--

Me: Ok, ok! Let's get the interview started!

...

[1] Are you named after anyone?

Am I? (Blair looks around in thought.) I don't think so, the last I checked.

[2] When was the last time you cried?

(Blair sighs, throwing his hands on the table. You're sure things are about to get juicy.) Blair: On my way over here, actually! Some cop threw some tear gas at me. (pauses) Nah, I'm just kidding. I was actually having a panic attack about something...(Blair pauses to remember.) I think it was about how if Elijah somehow wound up in heaven and I didn't, would he just leave me behind or bunk with me in the pits of hell? I called him in the middle of the breakdown and everything, and he told me that he's not sure if there is an afterlife, but even if there was, he wouldn't leave me for a bunch of glorified bed sheet-wearing prudes. Then someone came up from behind me and smeared my face with a cloth, and that's how I ended up here! Elijah: (directly into the microphone from the booth) Me and Blair trade existential crises like trading cards. It's become our new favorite Saturday night event.

[3] Do you have kids?

Blair: Rose and Elijah said I shouldn't be trusted around other small, chaotic humans like myself because the last time that happened, an entire fifth-grade class started a traffic light rights campaign. Traffic was backed up for weeks because we “planted the seed of rebellion” in the minds of children. Elijah: No, the police said you "planted the seed of rebellion" in the minds of sentient bots, which I'm not sure how you managed to convince them to rebel in the first place. The children just started a new religion after the streetlights. Blair: I think what started it was when I was driving this parent and her kid somewhere and I cussed out someone driving in front of me for not respecting the traffic light when it told him to go.

[4] Do you use sarcasm?

Blair: Sometimes, yeah, but doesn’t everyone? Like what even constitutes sarcasm, are there actually people who don't use it at all? That seems impossible. Is this a trick question? Like can--is that an amount I can measure? Like ok, so, if one entire day equals a gallon and I speak like probably six gallons, but super fast, as I tend to, then in order to measure how much sarcasm I use would probably be between three cups out of that. So to answer your question, I think so. Maybe? Sure. Elijah: What about for our metric system users out there? Blair: a few hundred milliliters? Fuck if I know. I didn't know I was gonna be quizzed on math equations. Me: The U.S. still hasn't fully converted to the metric system hundreds of years in the future? Elijah & Blair: Nope.

[5] What's the first thing you notice about people?

Blair: The way they sound or act. I can tell if you're gonna be a condescending ass wipe before you even speak. Like for example, the people who dragged me here reek of stomach acid and gravel. But Elijah’s general vibe is like yellow with little bursts of bright light and swirls, like an old-timey screen saver. Elijah: Like the ones you'd find on my uncle's computer? Blair: Is he really that old? (They both laugh)

[6] What's your eye color?

Blair: Black or brown. I'm not sure, I just stare in the mirror and then when I look away, I forget immediately. Elijah looks at them a lot, ask him. (he gives a sly grin at the one-way mirror) (Elijah turns bright red from behind the glass) Elijah: Next question!

[7] Any special talents?

Blair: I do knife tricks with my balisong! Elijah: And he texts me for bandages every other day, so I have essentially become his bandage delivery guy. Blair: Elijah, tell them how you got me Hello Kitty bandages to “deter me from practicing.” Elijah: I…yeah. That didn't work. (Blair raises his hands to reveal neon pink fingers.)

[8] Scary movies or happy endings?

Blair: Scary movies because me and Rose and Elijah used to watch a bunch of gorey sci-fi movies together and laugh at the special effects. Or, at least me and Rose would. Elijah got angry we didn't take his nerdy movies as seriously as he did. Elijah: You just can’t appreciate old cinematography! Blair: True cinematography is The Dinosaurs Before Time. But you wouldn’t know since you always cry five minutes in and then we have to turn it off! Elijah: (standing up) Nuh-uh! Blair: (walking closer to the front of the room, imitating Elijah crying) “He was born ten minutes ago and now his mom’s dead?!” Elijah: (imitating Blair’s voice) “Yeah, that’s sad and all, but I think I could take on a T-rex with my bare hands.” No the fuck you could not! Do you have any idea how huge those bitches were? It'd eat you in one bite! Blair: Wow, you’re saying that just because I’m short I couldn’t do it. Low blow, Elijah. (The two, now inches apart the mirror’s divide, bicker about the logistics of fighting a dinosaur and how fighting a rooster technically counts because if you ever had a rooster chase after you, it’s scary af.) Me: Andddd, moving on!

[9] Where were you born?

Blair: On the outskirts of Crater City in some podunk. It should still be there, it's where my mom and my old neighbors lived. Things were so much more friendly back there, which is a huge difference from living in the city. Elijah: It’s crazy to be able to smile at someone on the street there and not get a death threat. Blair: Yeah… (he reminisces) Elijah: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Blair: We should buy 400 acres of land and become farmers after this whole thing blows over. Elijah: (laughing) And raise a rooster army to protect our crops from mutants! (They bounce eagerly at the prospect of changing their names and living a peaceful life in the country.)

[10] What are your hobbies?

Blair: I practice tricks with my balisong, piece together little bots as pets, draw cartoons, and play video games. I also collect soda tabs, scrap metal, car keys, keychains, road signs… (Blair counts on his fingers) Elijah: Did he say road signs? What he meant was abandoned materials left for dead! Perfectly legal stuff here! (he laughs nervously.) Blair: I also collect our wanted pictures because I think we look sexy in them. Elijah: Blair!

[11] Do you have any pets?

Blair: I don't have a "pet" pet, but Elijah does! Or used to! I'm not sure what happened to him. He was a hamster named Clip, short for Noclip. Maybe that's why he's still missing. Elijah: Yeah, I'm not sure what happened either. But he usually turns up when Blair visits. Blair: It’s cause I’m the cool and estranged relative who brings gifts every time he comes over. Elijah: And by “gifts” he means chip crumbs on the couch.

[12] What sports do you play/have played?

Blair: I've played volleyball for a bit in high school until they banned me from the team for spiking the ball too hard. But if the opportunity presents itself, why not take it? Elijah: You gave four people concussions in one season! (Elijah laughs at the absurdity) Blair: They made fun of me, saying I was so short I couldn't hit over the net! It's not my fault they underestimated my skills.

[13] How tall are you?

Blair: 5' 5." There, I said it. Now we can move on! Elijah: Your Honor, he’s lying under oath, he's actually 5'3.5”! Blair: I can detest! Elijah: You mean “attest”? Blair: Hand me a fucking ruler right now! (Blair is provided a retractable ruler to measure his height) Elijah: Blair, turn it the other way. Blair: No, see? I am 5'5," and there's nothing you can do about it! Nothing! Unless you want to come over here and measure me yourself. (Elijah covers his face in his hands.) Blair: It's kinda suspicious he's so determined I'm shorter than I say I am. What, is he measuring my height in my sleep? I dunno, man, that's kinda weird.

[14] Favorite subject in school?

Blair: Robotics club counts, I'm pretty sure. Me and Elijah signed up for it and that's how we became best friends. It was the only class the teacher didn’t yell at me for slacking off or falling asleep in. Elijah: Because it was the only class you actually liked. Blair: Yeah, and the teacher even helped me get a scholarship because she said I was a great asset to mankind or whatever. But I think she was just being dramatic. Elijah: You managed to make a living driving people around in hijacked auto cars, I think it’s safe to say you’re not a complete idiot. Blair: Only a little. Elijah: Yeah, we’re pretty stupid. But not that stupid.

[15] Dream job?

Blair: I think I'd like to still build bots but definitely at my own pace instead of at a factory or business. It's too stuffy in places like that and it gets too repetitive after a while. Elijah: (confused) Blair, your passengers offer you to do contract work all the time. Blair: Elijah, Elijah. I don't think you understand... (There is a long pause.) Elijah: Are you gonna finish that thought? Or did you forget it halfway? Blair: No, I just didn't care enough to finish what I was gonna say. Hey, you wanna get some curly fries after this? All this pouring my life out shit is making me hungry. I almost forgot why I was even here. (Blair stretches) Oh my God, actually, you guys should interrogate Elijah next! I wanna see how long it takes for him to crack under pressure. Elijah: Blair, those questions were hardly invasive. Blair: I think you should throw some hardballs at him. Like do you eat oatmeal with a spoon or fork? Do you salt your watermelon or eat it unseasoned? Do you wash your rice with soap? Elijah: Who the fuck washes their rice? (Blair wears a look of abject horror.)

Me: And that is all the time we have for this interview! Thank you for your participation, Blair and Elijah! Now, if you could make your way to the exit—

(Elijah hurries out of the studio, followed by Blair, who has burst from the interviewing room. Blair chases him down the hall to the exit, all the while shouting a step-by-step guide on how to prepare rice. You have a feeling his ancestors would be very proud of him, if not for the atrocities he has committed.)

...

Crater City taglist (ask to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

boy nothing like not wanting to keep job hunting for the rest of the day to make you regurgitate several hundred words for the gbu/fallout epic you haven’t meaningfully touched in two years

“You want the little fish swimming in the corner,” the hostess said sourly.

Last year some of the Ultra Luxe’s girls (befreckled triplets) had kickstarted a minor craze among the Strip’s front of house staff. The current fashion was still to cover freckles in little bits of tinsel or tiny metallic flower-shaped spangles, like the kind that were sewed on stage costumes.

Blondie knew most of the Strip’s waitresses and cigarette girls by sight as a matter of professional pride. This one had cried on him once while he waited for Six’s weekly meeting with the other casino heads to be over. He’d bought a cigarillo, said “hm” at the appropriate times, and she’d talked herself into quitting and going across the street to the Ultra Luxe, where their cigarette girls could be aloof and remote instead of the bubbly personalities at the Tops.

A spangle over the little fish’s eyebrow covered up an unfashionably-placed mole. She brightened up when she saw Blondie and a spangle in the clusters under her cheekbones fell off, revealing a pitted acne scar.

[ew-headyhearts]

Body Headcanons

No one asked but here you go. I’m putting this one under the cut because it’s really long.

Characters: Edd, Tom, Matt, Tord, Eduardo, Jon, Mark

TW: I talk about booties and thighs

Edd: 6'1. Man's is chugging cola throughout the day it is no surprise he's heavy set. Not much for personal grooming. He maintains his cleanliness but the most hair he'd let grow out is a light stubble. Really dark leg and arm hair. Has cellulite and stretch marks but doesn't seem to mind. Actually, has a hand full of tattoos! Nothing crazy, they're mostly patchwork tattoos. Although, when Edd and the other three were all in high school they all gave themselves matching stick and poke tattoos. It’s a smiley face that looks uncannily like the ASDF Movie face. Granted none of them had experience doing tattoos so they made Edd do it for all of them. They all have it on the inside of the right wrist and they're all equally pretty wonky. Although Matt ended up doing Edd's making his look the absolute worst.

Matt: 6'4 A God damn string bean. Most definitely the palest of them all, like you could see the color of his veins pale. He is the definition of a pretty boy. Long legs and surprisingly strong calves. Also has the nicest butt of them all. Don't tell him though, it'll only inflate his ego. Will make sure everyone knows you think his butt is nice and the others will get annoyed. Still has acne scars from high school because he was a chronic skin picker. He also still had fangs from the time he was turned into a vampire. Is he still one? He won't tell~ Covered in freckles from head to toe. He shaves, though it’s mostly because he did it once and now he hates the feeling of the stubble growing back. Although he's not the greatest at it so he still gets nicks and cuts. After the experience with the stick and poke tattoo, he never got another. There's a part of him that regrets it, but he'd never think to cover it up or get rid of it. When he's feeling low, he likes to admire it and think about all of his memories with his buddies.

Tom: 5'8 and fucking smug about it. He is BIPOC. He’s a bit anemic so it makes his skin appear paler than he actually is. His height spawns constant arguments with Tord over who's taller. And yes, there was one point where Tom and Tord tried to see who could make their hair taller than the other. Definitely has a beer gut. Also did I mention the happy trail~ ugh- I'm so weak. No ass to speak of tho. Back is built like a board, sadly. If you ask him to sit in your lap it will hurt, he's got a boney ass. However, he does have really nice thighs. Can we talk about his body modifications now? Okay thank God because- ugh! First of all, he had his tongue split, and he loves showing it off. Used to have his tongue pierced but he hated the feeling after a while. All of his other piercings? He has gauges, two other piercings along the shell of his ear, and snake bites. Actually, has a couple of tattoos as well as the old stick and poke one. He’s always down to go get a new one.

Tord: 5'6 and a half, 5'8 and a half with the haircut. Doesn't go out that often so he's pasty. Nowhere near Matt levels of pale, but it's noticeable. Before leaving the crew, he was actually pretty heavy set. Mans looked like the textbook definition of a weeb. However, when he returned, he was surprisingly lean. You can almost see a hint of muscles too. He’s got a gap between his two front teeth. Quite a bit harrier than Tom. Does not trim whatsoever. Never has never will. Nasty stinky man. Probably has ridiculously noticeable pit hair. Likely to get really cringy tattoos like anime girls from hentai. But it's okay pookie I forgive you. After the events of "The End" Tord's arm was ripped to shreds. So, he actually gets another tattoo done professionally on his opposite wrist. He quite literally just got a replica of their matching tattoo. Why you ask? I’m sentimental, okay?

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Eduardo: 5'10 and a half. The most likely to lie about his height and say is 6ft. He’s kind of a manlet and will make it your problem. His parents are Puerto Rican and he’s dark-skinned. Chubby, though he surprisingly doesn't have as much sugar in his diet. Unsurprisingly, Eduardo is actually rather hairy. No one knows why he's so damn hairy and can't grow a proper mustache. Has a little bit of an ass, though he does have really strong thighs. Probably the type to be able to crush a watermelon with them. Not much into body modifications, although he does have his mother's name tattooed on his shoulder blade. He’s high key a total momma’s boy. Used to have his ears pierced but they closed up long after high school.

Jon: 5'3. Doesn't actually care about his height. He surprisingly pretty built, despite his massive sweet tooth. Him and Mark actually go to the gym together. Though he's more into training his legs. Has the highest stamina of anyone. Mans could be a whole track star if he wanted to. Another member of the cute butt squad. I'd almost call it a bubble butt. Also, this guy doesn't know how to dress. Mother fucker would either wear cargo shorts and a polo top or maybe one if those obnoxious Hawaiian t-shirts. Someone please step in and help the guy, I am begging.

Mark: 6'3 and a half. Another frequent gym goer. Can bench press around 230 pounds easily. Although, he prefers to hide how ripped he is with turtlenecks. His hair is so blonde that it can be a little difficult to notice how hairy he is. For that reason, he surprisingly doesn't do much in the grooming department. Except for his eyebrows, he gets them threaded. Had a phase where he was really into vampires in high school, so he has a neck tattoo of a vampire bite. That's why he always wears the damn turtleneck. He has a love hate relationship with that damn tattoo. Absolutely mocks Jon's fashion choice as he always dresses up. Except at the gym, that's the only time he lets himself dress down when leaving the house.

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[shoutyourporpoise]

Still grieving and still kind of reminded how I’m handling it every time I see or feel my legs being smooth, which will hopefully fade as the hair grows out again.

On a positive note I think this little episode has helped clarify for me that the presence of body hair is one of the things that makes femininity feel like an aspect of the self I like to express vs. a costume.

The bodycon dress with sparkly eyeshadow and painted nails feels like me when it’s paired with a messy brow and armpit hair and fuzzy legs and a furry lip and visible acne scars and the bruises I always seem to have from banging into tables and chairs and doorframes and what have you. That same getup with shaven pits and legs and concealer and foundation feels like I have manufactured a self to put in front of others.

[beeloovedd]

Scars

Idk the inspo for this lol it just popped into my head and I wrote it <3

Also not my usual writing style but that's how I thought of it so I went with it

Thank you @wrathofrats for the amazing divider <3

Tw: Scars obvi, Talk of self inflicted scars, talk about fights, talk about Toxic/abusive relationships and family

Story under the cut

All of the ghouls have scars. Whether it's self inflicted, Sexual, Acne, childhood, trauma or some they don't even know how they got there in the first place. Regardless, some of the ghouls are proud to show off their scars, Like Alpha with the claw marks now scarred in the center of his face from his time in the pit. Rain with his scars from some fun times with Dew. Swiss with the scar on his shoulder and the small one on his hand, both from his childhood and if anyone asks about it he'll happily tell the funny stories of younger him and other kits running around and having fun. Cirrus's scars on her back and a few scattered on her arms from the fights from her time in the pit. Aether and his claw mark scars across his chest also from his time in the pit. Some Ghouls don't like to show off their scars from the past and that's ok too, Like Mist with her scars on her chest from her past or the scars on her arm and neck from her summoning. Phantom with scars of all shapes and sizes that scatter his thighs. Some Ghouls even have mixed feelings about showing off their personal scars and once again, that's ok too, like Dew with his scars and marks from his family's abuse in his past or his scarred up gills on his neck and chest or even his now once hot tears falling from his eyes now permanently lightly burned into his skin under his eyes from his transition. Mountain with his Acne scars on his shoulders and a few on his cheeks. Phantom also with the scars scattered on his body from his past partner in the pit. Not just the ghouls have scars, Even Papa, Siblings or even some of the Nuns also have scars from various things. Papa IV happily shows off his top surgery scars from a different kind of transition. Yet they all know that they should be proud of their scars because they know it means that they've fought battles. Personal battles, childhood stick or paper roll sword fights battles, Mental battles, Sexual battles to try to or not to cum or even real fights and battles. And all of that is Valid and nothing to be ashamed of, You are not alone in your battle 🫶

My DMs are always open if needed 🖤

[rockatanskymax]

Quick OC sketches, these two have nothing to do with each other but just felt right today. I have been trying to figure out how to draw pitted acne scars but its a mystery to me so far so this will have to do

[ettawritesnstudies]

Artemis for the space oddessy thing!

I think the coolest feature of her design is that her skin is the texture of the moon itself, scars and acne instead manifesting as pitted with craters and impact streaks. Her halo/hair-pin design changes form depending on the phase as well. I'm also thinking that her pupils/irises might change shape with the phase. Her hair is inky unlike her brother's, which is the corona of the sun. The tips of her arrows also have a starry motif!