#purple and heightened emotional states!

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Simon & his purple shirt.. 💜💜

For @darktwistedgenderplural. 🌼🧡

[ivybucky]

lightning in a bottle - logan howlett x reader

mutant!reader nearly harms the team in a moment of panic and feels unable to deal with the aftermath, but logan is there to bring you back in more ways than one

a/n: i have so many ideas besties... currently have a list of 5 fic ideas and this is the first one I was able to flush out. here's some angst with happy ending for ya (no smut)

content: angst with happy ending, lots of electricity(literally), mentions of torture and screaming, mentions of mutant experimentation, implications of shitty birth family, confession of feelings, reader crying, sad reader, angry/sad logan

words: 2329

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All you could think about was the lightning. 

You remember walking into the room, where the footage of your torture was displaying blatantly across the TV news cycle, the team sitting there and watching with rapt attention. “Mutant Experimentation Footage Leaked” scrolled across the screen. You remember the static tingling in your fingertips as you recognized what you were watching. Your own cries echoed from the speakers as footage of Stryker’s experimentation on you from a month prior when you had been captured is played to the nation. 

“Turn it off,” you had said quietly, pleadingly. The team’s gaze snaps to your silhouette in the door frame. Their eyes held sorrow, and something else that you did not want to see. 

“Y/N-” Storm had started to speak, but you wouldn’t have it. 

“Turn it off, now,” you’d said, clenched fists at your side as the panic began to swell, small flares of electricity flaring around your knuckles. Memories of the torture, the agony, the hatred came rushing back all at one and your eyes couldn’t leave the screen as it continuously replayed it. 

As the feeling heightening, electricity cracked in the air. Your eyes lit up, a bright purple gleam taking over. There was too much silence in the room, the sounds of your screams playing in a loop like a broken record as the news team played the footage over and over. Finally, someone broke it. “Y/N,” Logan had spoken up, an odd, unfamiliar tone in his voice. Good god, was that pity?

“What?” You had snapped, finally looking away from the footage and making eye contact with the team, with Logan, and you understood it wasn’t pity you heard in his voice, but a form of fear. Your anger slowly dissipated as you took in the state of the room - everyone in that room (who wasn’t bald) had hair floating up into the air, falling under the influence of the clouded electricity that filled the ceiling, just as one is before they get struck by lightning. 

And gods above you had almost struck them. 

Your fists fell lax at your sides, realization of the height of your emotions, the loss of control taking over your features. “I-” you stuttered, unsure how to apologize for the pain you nearly inflicted. “I-I’m sorry.”

For a moment, no one moved a muscle, no one said a word. It wasn’t the first time you had lost control, but it was the first time any of them were in danger because of it. Everyone stood like statues, watching you with bated breath, as if you were one nudge away from electrocuting the masses. You turned and fled the room, quickly striding back to your room to inevitably lock yourself in. It was the only place you felt like you could be and not hurt anyone.

Hours had passed since, but you couldn’t shake the look on their faces, the pure fright they showed, caused by you. Decidedly, that wouldn’t happen again - you wouldn’t allow it, in any capacity. Would they always fear you now? Could you manage to stay surrounded by people you loved, but knew there would always be a limit to how far their love for you went? Could you withstand the constant pins and needles your family would walk on around you, again?

It was that thought that had you hurriedly shuffling through your closet to find the duffle bag you had lugged over your shoulder when you were originally picked up by X-Men. It was crumbled into a wrinkled ball on the top shelf, thought to no longer have any use. 

You paced around the room, picking up the things you knew you couldn’t leave without. The students can go through my clothes, you thought with some sort of sad acceptance. Though, that didn’t keep you from packing some of the staples. The school logo printed on a t-shirt, an old sweatshirt that was singed from a fire fight in your first mission with the rest of the team, a stolen old flannel that smelt like smoke and whiskey-

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” You look up almost startled at Logan standing at the door to your bedroom, now cracked wide open. Logan… You’d nearly forgotten about the worst part - leaving him behind.

He leans against the door frame with a confused expression, arms crossed over his chest. You furrow your brows before turning back to the half-full duffle bag that sat on the foot of your bed. You knew you couldn’t look at him when you spoke again. 

“I’m leaving,” you nearly mutter and you stuff more clothes into the bag. You can feel your eyes getting hot, and try to take a deep breath to calm yourself. 

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” he asks, his own brows furrowing. “Leaving for a mission?”

Your movements paused. You could tell the truth, but the reality was that he would try to stop you. And even if nothing had come out of the tension that hung between the two of you, you knew you would give in. 

“Yeah,” you swallowed as you lied. “Just a quick one, some intel gathering. I’m leaving sometime tomorrow morning.”

There was a brief pause, like Logan was trying to get a read on how truthful you were being. “Maybe I should come with you,” he says. “For backup, just in case.”

You clench your eyes shut - of course, he thought you needed to be accompanied. “I’ll be fine on my own,” your hands slow their movements as you place the last item in the bag, a gray zip up hoodie Logan had given you once. Were you saying that to reassure him, or yourself? You lied through your teeth like it was painful, as if the act of clenching your jaw so hard would break your bones and your will. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

There was another pause, and you were sure he was going to call your bluff, but he just clicked his tongue. “Well alright,” he said gruffly, almost dejectedly. His hand fiddled with the door frame for a moment hesitantly. “You know that if you need-“

“I know,” you interrupted, turning to give him a tight smile. “I know.” He gave a saddened half smile before nodding and walking away. 

The space he once occupied at the door was empty now, but for a moment you stared at as if he was still there, as if he was still trying to comfort you even when he didn’t know how. 

An errant tear slipped from your eye and trailed down your face for a moment before you snapped back into reality, wiping the tear away quickly with the heel of your hand. You aggressively zipped up the bag and slung it over your shoulder, eager to leave before anyone, mainly Charles, got an idea of your plan. 

With the click of the front door, and the clap of a thunderstorm on the dark horizon, you were gone. 

As Logan left your room, he externally winced at his inability to provide comfort - to you of all fucking people - as if the non-action hurt him. The pain on your face seeped into the air and into his adamantium bones, as if it was transferable through the longing gazes and secretly honeyed words. 

He hung his head and he slowly walked further down the hall, a part of him hoping he would hear your door creak open and hear you call out his name. Instead, he was met with the faint sniffles of a teary nose that only his heightened hearing could pick up, a scuffle of fabric being shoved tightly into the duffle that was then harshly zipped shut with a shuddering sigh.

He turned the corner to retreat to his room before he could hear any more, deciding to join the mission the next morning anyways. 

The following morning, Logan made his way to Charles, unexpecting wanting to make his intentions to follow her known to someone. He entered the room, Charles already staring directly at him with a face one could only describe as similar to an omniscient god.

“Logan,” Charles spoke, somewhat resigned. “She doesn’t have a mission.”

Logan paused in his step with a furrowed brow. “What are you talking about? She said she was leaving this morning.”

“I did not give her one,” he confirms. “I have a feeling-”

Logan cut him off before the professor could continue. His jaw was clenched tight as he spoke the words. “She left.”

A tense silence took over the room, Charles watching Logan with a straight, yet dissecting gaze. Logan broke eye contact and looked away momentarily as he felt his heart sink to his stomach for the first time in decades. 

Finally, he looked back to Charles with a determined glare. “Where is she?”

The side of the professor’s mouth twitches up. 

—-

It only took two days for Logan to reach you. Charles was able to track your location easily as soon as he was asked. It took nothing for Logan to take the bike and peel out of the upstate town. Now, he stood in the rain staring at the shitty side-of-the-road motel with a simmering glare. 

His mind floated despondently in the air above him, completely unattached from his body as it stomped its way up the stairs and down the hall to your room. His fist banged on the door loudly, uncaring of its stability under his metal skeleton. His heightened exhaustion and emotions tethered him enough to not let his head fly too far away from him, but the reality was that he hadn’t slept since you left and the only words he spoke were to himself as he practiced what he would say to get you to return.

But then, the door swung open. His mind snapped back to his body as soon as he saw your face, but the pleas he had planned to beg left him just as quick. 

“You lied to me,” he growled, he accused, standing in the open door, his hands resting up on the door frame. The rain continued to pour just past the motel covering, evidence of its duration linger in the form of wet tracks down his leather jacket, the dampness of his hair, the drops that stuck to his face. 

“Logan-”

“You lied to me, Y/N,” he repeated, a new kind of angry heat simmering in his eyes. “You were not leaving for a mission.”

You take another deep breath. “‘M leaving for good,” you utter softly, your hands trembling slightly at the first out loud admission of what you had planned to do. You circled the back in the room, putting the cheap mattress in between you as some sort of barrier. The duffle bag he saw you packing days ago sat mockingly between you both. 

“Come on, what the fuck? ‘Leaving for good’?” He asks incredulously, taking a step forward and letting his arms drop to his sides. “You were going to leave the mansion, just like that?”

You stare at the duffle’s opening, having only reached that motel hours ago, not long enough to unpack the only remaining items you had. “I can’t stay, Logan,” you say softly, not moving to look at him. “No matter how careful I am, no matter how hard I try, I can’t control it, I can’t control me. Even Charles doesn’t know what to do with me, I-I had to leave, it’ll be better for everyone.”

“No,” he says defiantly, moving cautiously closer around the side of the bed. “Not everyone.”

The tears welled in your eyes at his words, unable to stop them from falling and you crossed your arms in front of you protectively, the tear-stained cuffs of the hoodie, his hoodie, pushed up your forearms. “Why are you here, Logan?”

“Why am I- are you stupid?” He scoffed, causing you to flinch at his harshness. “I’m here to bring you back. You’re not leaving the school, you’re not leaving me alone-”

“You don’t want me,” you cried, with tears streaming down your face as you shake your head. He can feel his heart break at the side of your distress. “None of you do. I nearly struck all of you the other day, just because I got emotional. I almost hurt you, and that’s the last thing you need, Logan.”

Logan quickly moves closer to stand in front of you and cups your cheeks, bringing your wet eyes to his. “Don’t you get it,” he says with a strained, rough voice. His thumbs sweep gently under your eyes to brush away the tears. “You are the only thing I need. Fuck everything and everyone else.”

Your hands come up to hold onto his wrist, keeping his hands exactly where they are on your face. “Logan-” you stutter as you search his eyes almost hopefully. “What are you saying?”

There’s a brief silence in between your soft sniffles and the sound of the rain on the other side of the motel door. When Logan speaks again, it is deliberate, and it’s what he wanted to say all along. “I’m saying I am nothing without you, sweetheart,” he urges, his thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth. “I was nothing before you, and I know that if you leave now, I’ll be nothing all over again. Not a single person in that school wants you to leave, me especially.”

You squeeze your eyes shut in time with the hopeful clenching of your heart, forcing tears out as you do so. You rest your forehead against Logan’s as he continues. “Please,” he nearly whispers, his nose bumping against yours. “Come home with me and turn nothing into something again.”

You nodded against him and spoke a wet “okay” before pressing your lips, finally, against his. And, just as you had predicted you would several nights ago, you gave in. 

_____

a/n: quickly posting this bc if i keep staring at it i'll never post it pls tell me how i did :D logan smut comin soon, pls like, comment, reblog

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

A Night Forgotten

Part Five.

“I—I’m sorry?”

Emoni was baffled by what Dove had casually asked.

“You heard exactly what I said, Emoni. You choose to hear what you want to hear.” Dove says, leaning over the bar with a playful expression, “Ten years is a very long time. Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to become his Princess? I can see it. Feel it actually.”

Emoni suddenly felt compelled to drink, taking a sip and feeling lifted. She instantly felt comfortable enough to talk to Dove. She felt an overwhelming urge to dump all of her pent up feelings and frustrations onto this beautiful stranger. As if a weight had been lifted off of her, she exhaled and started shaking with nerves.

“I…I want him so bad that it hurts…”

Dove simply stared at Emoni intensely, as if putting her under a spell.

“…I see him with another woman and it breaks my fucking heart but it’s also so hard for me because he’s such a womanizer and how can I trust him? He’s a Prince, a boss, he’s crazy hot, smart, funny—”

“Emoni, breathe…”

She took a deep breath in, and blew it out.

“You’re afraid he’ll do to you what your ex did.”

“Exactly,” Emoni exhaled a shaky breath, “But there’s also this part of me that wants him to beg for it. Get down on his knees and beg me to be with him…”

“Hmm. Well, you’ll get that sooner than you think. I can feel it. Let’s say…in less than an hour…”

Emoni scuffed, “yeah, I highly doubt that.”

She finishes off her drink, giving a surprised hum at how pleasant it tastes…and how light it makes her feel by the time she hits the bottom of the glass.

“Another?” Dove took her empty glass from her hands eagerly.

“Hell yeah, keep them coming! I want to be so pleasantly intoxicated with a fine ass man drilling me into the mattress—woah.”

Dove giggled while Emoni tried to fathom where that came from. Her inner thoughts became outward. Dove slid another drink in front of her and like a magnet, Emoni started drinking. Somehow, this round it was slightly stronger.

“Take your time with it, maybe Erik might want some…”

Dove touched Emoni’s hand delicately. Emoni looked up at her gorgeous face in a trance-like state, focused and relaxed, while still being aware of her surroundings. Her irises became a bright pink color with her heightened concentration. She felt as if she were in a distorted sense of time, everyone and everything around her moving in slow motion. Although she didn’t have any control over her body and emotions, she was in a pleasant state.

“By the powers I am wielding, I tap into your loving feeling. To fix your broken heart, I tap into that initial spark. Glue together your heart that’s broken, with these words being spoken. With this spell I now decree, as I will it so shall it be…”

Dove lifted her soft yet powerful hand from Emoni’s and slipped away. After five seconds, Emoni came back to, blinking her eyes rapidly. Her chocolate brown eyes fell to her cup and she faintly remembered Dove making her a new drink. Slightly shrugging her shoulders, she brought the martini to her lips and took a sip.

“Emoni.”

Back stiffening from an unwanted touch, Emoni turned and came face to face with her ex. Exhausted, she stepped to the side to walk away, but he stopped her again.

“Be honest with me, Emoni,” Troy says, eyeing the lovely woman in front of him with something akin to lust. He’s drinking something purple out of a martini glass, chewing on its blackberry and strawberry garnish. “Are you avoiding me because you miss me?”

“Miss you? Nigga, why would I even bother.”

Emoni turned her back to him. Troy grabbed her arm again and Emoni almost snapped her neck with the way she looked back at him.

“Troy, get your hand off my arm. Not once have I given you a sign that I wanted you back in any way. What we had was a mistake. I refuse to make the same mistake twice. Play with some other bitch, I’m not the one—”

His smug, handsome face with tawny skin frowned.

“We both know who you belong to. Stop acting all bold off that drink and be honest with yourself.”

“I think that purple shit in your glass is making you confused. I belong to no one. And I’m being so honest it’s not even funny.” Emoni quipped with a vengeful look in her eyes.

“Baby, everything okay over here?”

The sound of his voice activated something inside of her. Her breath hitched and her stomach did flips. The Golden Jaguar and Prince of Wakanda approached them with his usual gait and royal aura. Troy’s hand slowly released Emoni’s arm and he glared at Erik.

“Why the fuck are you touching my woman?”

Erik pushed up on Troy, his chest puffed out and his head tilted in a threatening manner. His obsidian eyes were slightly squinting as he sized Troy up with an unwavering stare.

“She tell you not to touch her, right? And she told you to leave her alone. Don’t make me rough you up in front of all these good people, Troy. Take yo’ ass back over there.”

Troy glowered at Erik, the grip on his glass almost shattering it. Erik’s eyes widened a fraction, pressing up on Troy again. He was giving him a silent warning. Emoni’s heart almost sank to her stomach. She knows Erik’s temper. He’s nothing to fuck with.

“Erik,” Emoni placed a gentle hand on his bicep. Her fingertips tingled from the feeling of his muscles through his tux jacket, “It’s okay. Troy was just leaving, right?”

Erik’s right brow ticked up. Troy snorted, shaking his head before walking away. As he walked, he would look back at Erik over his shoulder with a death glare. Erik held his gaze, a menacing smirk on his handsome face. Emoni squeezed Erik’s bicep, drawing his attention back down to her.

“Thank you for that. You didn’t have to step in and help me get rid of him. I appreciate it.”

Erik’s face softened and he chuckled, “Anything for you, Moni. I’ve been itching to say something to that nigga ever since he showed up and kept bothering you. It won’t happen anymore.”

Emoni realized that her hand hadn’t left Erik’s arm. He looked from her small hand to her face with a slight crease in his brow and a hint of a smile.

“What’s in that drink of yours, pretty mama? Because that hand hasn’t left my arm. Hmmm…”

He takes the drink from her hand once more, downs what's left of it from the side where her lipgloss mark rests, and hands her back the empty glass. He licks his lips a few times, as if he really enjoyed her drink.

“I wasn’t finished drinking that!” She argued.

“I’ll get you a new one, Emoni. Can’t help it that I want what you’ve got…”

Erik leaned over her, causing Emoni to tilt back against the bar. The major height difference between them with Erik being 6’5 made her feel helpless and horny at the same time. Speaking of horny, whatever was in that drink shot straight to her erogenous zones. It must have for Erik too, because Emoni could have sworn she saw the faintest glow of magenta in his onyx orbs. He stared down at Emoni with a primal look in his eyes like he wanted to push every glass off of the surface of the bar, lay her on her back, and eat her until her legs were shaking.

Emoni couldn’t explain what had shifted within her, but Erik’s offer was starting to look pretty damn good. across the room, Brent is dancing with two women. Everyone else seems paired off now, and from where Emoni stands at the bar, she makes the conscious decision to go home with Erik Stevens.

Wow, Dove has definitely outdone herself this time! In fact, the drink's unique flavours complimented everything else she's had so far, almost as if each martini has been a lead-in to the next, and the next, until it has culminated in this one. Her whole body tingles, flushes hot with anticipation as she tilted the glass. It slid down her throat, cool and smooth, heating her belly and warming her blood.

Imagine how it would feel for Erik’s dick to slide down your throat and reward you with a creamy treat.

Jittery with nerves and intoxicated from the smell of Erik’s cologne and those delicious drinks, Emoni contemplates joining the crowd out on the dance floor to hail in the married couple who will be joining them at any moment. The alcohol is really flooding through her now, loosening her rigid control just enough.

Suddenly, Erik tilts her chin up to look at him.

“We're dancing,” he tells her without fanfare.

With a tilt of his head, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her into his arms. The hand holding hers is firm, the footsteps guiding them sure. Everything about her partner seems confident and at ease, but there is a look in his eye she knows well, having seen it in the mirror more than her fair share of times over the years, especially before she's about to go to bed with someone. He's nervous, anxious for this to mean more than it should.

In truth, so is she.

Yet there's something to be said about physically dancing with a man you've verbally, mentally, and emotionally crossed swords with on more than one occasion. As there is with their trading insults, there's a natural choreography to their movements around each other, an instinctive knowledge of push and pull to their rhythm. It is easy being in his arms, she discovers, twirled around like a debutante at her first ball by a handsome beau.

Daniel Caesar–Who Hurt You? Is playing.

It's seductive.

With slight pressure on the sway of her spine, he pulled her pelvis into his, their thighs cradling each other's as they swayed back and forth. He pulled their joined hands in, resting her right fingers over his heart so she could feel it beating, and pressed his nose into her hairline, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a sigh of pleasure at her rose-cinnamon-cardamom scent.

Strange new addictions picked up on the road

Changed my opinions and changed up my flows

Changed my approach, no more lovin' these hoes

And when it rains it pours, hey

You make me feel

So primal and

That's what I am

I'm just a man

“I love the way you smell,” he whispered into her ear during the small lull between refrain and chorus.

She buried her nose into his collar. “You, too,” she admitted, rubbing their cheeks together.

Take that pussy, drop it in my lap

I love it when you move like that

Now turn around and throw it back

It back, it back

“Do you like this? Dancing with me?” he asked.

Emoni nodded, her hand on his shoulder curving up and around his neck to find a home right at the back of his hairline, where he loved to be touched. “Very much.”

He kissed her temple. "Good."

That caused her breath to hitch. Not even an hour ago would she find herself letting Erik kiss her. At least now he knew they would do this again after tonight... if he could convince her to date him.

The DJ changed the music over with another smooth transition. A trance-like, slow R&B beat harmonized with piano and guitar, and this time, he moved the way he wanted to make love to her, his hands pressed on her hips, grinding against her sultrily. He pressed soft kisses all along the shell of her right ear, flicking the small gold earring – a heart with a butterfly – in passing as his lips traveled lower.

When you feel it in your body you found somebody who

Makes you change your ways like hanging with your crew

Said you act like you're ready but you don't really know

And everything in your past, you wanna let it go

He ran his mouth over her pulse, letting his right hand skim around her back and up over her spine to tangle in her soft curls, pulling back gently to open her up for him…

I've been there, done it, humped around, ha

After all that this is what I found

Nobody wants to be alone

If you're touched by the words in this song

Then maybe

You got it, you got it bad

When you're on the phone

Hang up and you call right back (oh, you)

You got it, you got it bad

If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track…

Suckling upon her throat, he wrapped her in his embrace, letting his other relearn the curvature of her ass. He envisioned his fingers traveling over the outline of her panties, and then through the center.

In his arms, Emoni shivered. The hand stationary over his heart moved then to join its twin at the back of his hair, and with a low, sexy moan, she pulled him closer. They were definitely causing a scene. Emoni could feel eyes on her, causing her to pull away. Erik chuckles, the sound shooting straight to her wet, quivering pussy.

“The bride is about to appear soon to toss the bouquet,” Emoni murmurs the reminder, aware of the others all around them and how the level of excitement in the room has ratcheted up as the seconds count down, “It's strange, but I just realized… I've never stayed this long at one of these events to see what happens next. I mean…I’ve seen it in movies but…”

With a matching incredulous expression, her partner admits, “Me either, actually.”

That sends them equally into a bout of snickering and chuckling.

“A first for both of us, it seems.”

He flashes a grin that's as white as snow, “One of many together, I'm sure.”

His words make things inside her flutter.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but…you look really nice. The whole mask thing suits you.” she blurts out. "It’s fitting.”

He whirls her around faster and laughs as her grip on him tightens. “Why, Daniels, are you finally admitting that I'm devilishly handsome?”

No need to deny it.

She shrugs with a roll of her eyes, “You know you are.”

“Yes, but you've never said it,” he teases. “You're a notorious hold-out when it comes to me.”

There's a double-entendre in there, and she feels its meaning and intent to her toes when he turns the full force of his obsidian-eyed gaze upon her.

“Perhaps if you actually were more sweet, and less wicked I might be inclined to stroke your ego more often,” she tosses back with a sultry grin, blaming Dove’s alcoholic genius for such sassiness.

Erik’s gaze heats as he lowers his mouth to her ear. “I can be equal parts nice to naughty, love. Care to find out?”

Ooh, FUCK, would she love to! She’d wanted so many moments with him. A small voice in her head echoed for her to just give in to her desires and feel.

“…I suppose I should have an escort back to my hotel tonight,” she agrees with a thoughtful air, pretending to misunderstand. “I’m staying at The Luxor…it’s known for being pretty haunted there…the most haunted out of all the hotels in Sin City. Might be too dangerous to go alone.”

“Mmm, safety first,” he agrees, lips twitching with amusement.

They pause as the music switches and the beautiful bride walks forward with her bouquet. The rest of the room clears the center of the ballroom, making a space as Beyoncé–Single Ladies plays.

“ALLRIGHT LADIES! LETS GET TO THE DANCE FLOOR!”

Emoni finds a spot amongst the crowd of eager women. She endures being shoved and bumped into, her eyes glued to her friend and bride twirling in a circle with the bouquet of roses swaying in her hand.

Now put your hands up!

The bouquet was thrown back and something in Emoni told her to leap for it like she was playing football. She threw herself forward and at the last second she grasped the bouquet, falling flat on her stomach clumsily. The room erupted with applause and laughter. Instantly, the women rushed over to help her up. Emoni was too stunned and excited to care about falling in front of over a hundred people.

“I caught it! I caught it!” She squealed.

“ALL RIGHT LADIES! TIME FOR THE MEN!”

Michael Jackson–P.Y.T had the room grooving.

The men two-stepped to the floor, and Emoni was happy with the amount of attractive, eligible men stepped up. Of course, Erik stood out to her. She caught his eye and became bashful when he winked at her. Not even Troy trying to win her back was enough to get her attention. The groom was too busy lip syncing and snapping his fingers while twirling the garter around his finger. It took for the bride to snap him out of it before he tossed the garter high in the air.

What happened next shocked everyone. Erik did an impressive parkour roll and caught the garter in his hand before it even touched the floor. The other men behind him had to stop themselves from tumbling over on top of Erik with how fast they moved. While the others looked uncoordinated, Erik stood tall and proud, his eyes never leaving Emoni’s. The bride shared a look with her and then she giggled.

“TIME TO PUT THAT GARTER ON!”

Emoni was pushed towards a chair strategically placed in the center of the dance floor. She flopped down and someone took the bouquet from her hands. She couldn’t contain her nerves. He was going to slip the garter up her leg. She was afraid that his touch on one of her most sensitive areas would trigger the inner slut in her. She chewed on her bottom lip and twirled a curl as Erik took his place before her. They locked eyes, and the connection was so strong she could vividly see him struggling just as much as her.

I'm just a bachelor

I'm looking for a partner

Someone who knows how to ride

Without even falling off

Gotta be compatible

Takes me to my limits

Girl, when I break you off

I promise that you won't want to get off

If you're horny, let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waitin'

Come and jump on it

Standing before her without shame, Erik placed his hands on the back of his head, rolling his hips, closing his eyes, and biting his bottom lip at the same moment. The action caused his chest to thrust forwards. Emoni covered her mouth in shock and the noise around them from everyone cheering them on almost drowned out the music.

It was hard to keep her heart from tearing through her skin, especially as his tux jacket came off and his soft, cotton shirt slowly crawled over his solid abs, pecs, and arms. She could only imagine how that body looked beneath those clothes. her breathing kicked into high gear. The bulge in his slacks was definitely hard, begging to be suckled. Her nails bit into the edge of the chair as she clenched her hands to keep her body grounded in place.

With an assured saunter, he closed the distance between them. Stopping less than a foot away, his pelvis level with her face, he slid those thick fingers of his over his smoothed abdomen just as the vocals of the song sang a rather provocative tune…

If we're gonna get nasty, baby

First we'll show and tell

'Til I reach your ponytail

Lurk all over and through you baby

Until we reach your stream

You'll be on my jockey team

He got down on his knees slowly, his eyes still connected with hers. He skillfully brought her leg up so that her ankle dangled over his shoulder. Hooting and hollering along with clapping surrounded them but all of it was white noise. It felt like it was just the two of them. Erik pressed his nose into her ankle, inhaling her scent before taking her heeled foot, pressing it against his solid chest. He took his time placing the garter over her foot and up her leg.

She'd never been so turned on in her life!

His hands disappeared beneath her dress and she almost moaned. Meanwhile, Dove watched from the bar with a sly smile.

Emoni watched with a fixated fascination the expressions crossing his face as he secured the garter around her thigh and inches away from her pussy. She just knew he could feel the heat radiating from between her legs with how turned on she is. Erik was enraptured by her, enslaved to her whim, freely expressing his pleasure with parted lips, heaving chest and bucking muscles.

“Spend the rest of the day with me,” he begged. “I need you.”

Dove did say he would be on his knees begging within an hour.

[perfectlyoongi]

WHEN THEY LOVE YOU THE MOST

ㅤ⚘.fandom ... bts. ㅤㅤಇ.ft. ... jin, jimin, taehyung, jungkook x gn!reader. ㅤ⚘.genre ... headcanons. ㅤㅤಇ.content ... fluff. ㅤㅤಇ.word count ... ~330 each / 1.3k total.

↬┊JIN

after long days of fighting and several hours of communication, at the end of forced smiles and impromptu conversations, between your home and the world, Jin loved you the most when you were tired.

it was when the world was most challenging that Jin found little details about you to love: the way your eyes almost close when you laugh, the way you always stretch your back before taking a deep breath, the way you always manage to find gentle words amidst the chaos in this world. at all times, you were beautiful.

but it was when you arrived home defeated that Jin loved you the most.

he could see on your face your silent plea for affection; he could see in your dragging feet your silent request for a massage; Jin could see in you that it was at that moment that you needed the most love. and he would give it to you. without ever thinking twice, always so helpful and ready, Jin loved you. simply that.

on the most tiring days, when it seemed like the world was taking over you, Jin would take you in his arms and show you that with him you would always have a safe haven. close your eyes. rests. relax. let Jin’s gentle touch take you to lands of tranquility. let Jin’s sweet voice guide you along the most serene paths. let Jin love you.

it didn't matter the day or Jin’s state: he could be tired, totally defeated after a long day of working, he could have just arrived from a long trip, there was no excuse for Jin not to love you. he made you a priority every day. your well-being was equivalent to Jin’s well-being.

so every day, when he knew you weren’t well and needed a quiet moment in the comfort of the one you loved, Jin would love you until you felt like yourself once again.

↬┊JIMIN

among the most graceful blues and the most comforting oranges, amidst all the hopeful yellows and beyond the most addictive purples, Jimin loved you the most when the entire world glowed with the most intense colors and nature played the most ethereal symphony in all the cosmos.

it was when the world shined brightest that Jimin loved you the most.

perhaps because Jimin retains in his heart all the fragments of celestial particles from the various ancient constellations that contained stories of endless lovers; perhaps the entire cosmos had sprinkled Jimin's soul with the immortal love of the oldest and most faithful gods; perhaps because you were framed by the magic sprinkled by the stars that painted you in fascinating golden and tender glowing tones; or perhaps because Jimin simply loved you and all this emotion was only heightened when the days were more colorful and life was more beautiful.

but what if you were the one who gave beauty to life? would that be possible?

in fact, Jimin couldn't think about his last grey day. when was the last time the turbulent clouds of the world's negativity hung over Jimin? when was the last time Jimin felt the need to grab all the crayons and color his life? he had no answer to such questions; for, it was since you entered Jimin's life that he saw his heart and soul being constantly painted in tones of affection and understanding.

yes. you were the one who gave beauty to life. it was you who painted Jimin's life and it was in the colors of your love and the contours of your passion that Jimin found all the happiness in his life. yes. Jimin loved you the most when life was more beautiful, because it was when he thought about the beauty of the world that he realized that all charm only existed because of you.

you, the cause of all the harmony in Jimin's life. you, the painter of Jimin's soul. you, the one Jimin loved the most.

↬┊TAEHYUNG

when the world seemed too big and all the storms were concentrated in one point, and all the darkness in the universe expanded beyond Taehyung's heart, and all the negativity in the world weighed heavily on his shoulders, Taehyung loved you the most when all the horror of a future and the fear of a past haunted his essence.

like a thick cloud hovering over him, Taehyung felt constantly defeated, as if life itself had given up on him and offered him only remnants of fragments of hope and dreams that didn't even seem real, not when felt and lived by Taehyung. and it was in those moments that Taehyung loved you the most.

fearing that his darkness would expand like a thick fog on winter days, Taehyung decided to love you, wanting to use the remaining fragments in every word exchanged, in every delicate touch; as if opening a window to let all the evil fly away, Taehyung loved you when he was most fearful about you, about his life.

in so much chaos, there was only one certainty. in so much chaos, there was only you.

and it was you that Taehyung had decided to love. and you were the one who brought the glue to put together all the leftover fragments into new hopes and dreams.

when Taehyung was scared, he knew he could love you, because it was in the waves of your love, in the clouds of your affection that he found his safe place, that haven of shelter that was always, and forever, there waiting for Taehyung. simply you. what evil could touch Taehyung when he was protected by the kindness of your heart? what darkness could consume Taehyung if he was enveloped in the light of your essence? what bad luck could strike Taehyung when he was with you, when he was loved by you.

and he just reciprocated. when the world got scarier, Taehyung returned all the love you gave him, always offering more than he could.

↬┊JUNGKOOK

among the smiles of thousands and the dreams of hundreds, amid so many promises and stories, in the refuge of various memories and details, Jungkook loved you the most when he believed.

it was when hope began to dawn on Jungkook that he could love you more. when Jungkook was consumed by that feeling so pure, so intense, only one goal moved Jungkook’s entire body: taking you in his arms, leaving the whole world silent for a few moments, Jungkook loved you.

it was the magic of possibilities, the complex spells of stories that could happen, the delicate dust of memories that could be fabricated — it was the idea of a future that made Jungkook love you more.

Jungkook knew from a very early time that it was you: the way your hearts beat in sync at the end of a date, the way your hands fit together perfectly, the way he only felt like himself by your side — you brought out the best in Jungkook, qualities and flaws that he learned to love because, quite simply, you loved them.

and Jungkook was sure it would always be you. that person who would wake up next to him when he was old and the music was too loud; that person who would hold his hand when the sun said goodbye to the day and tranquility stretched across the horizon.

in every way, you were always the one by Jungkook’s side in every future he could think of. and it was imagining these futures, creating plans for an eternal life by your side that he loved you most.

when Jungkook’s eyes shone most intensely, when his lips uttered the sweetest words, when his hands caressed you with grace — it was in the privacy of your home that Jungkook loved you the most, because it was there that he believed in a true love, in an eternal love that would go far beyond that physical life.

ㅤㅤ♡ feedback is appreciated ♡

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

How much sleep do Time Lords need? And, follow-up question, are the symptoms of sleep deprivation similar in Time Lords as in humans?

How much sleep do Time Lords need?

Time Lords, being far more advanced than humans, need significantly less sleep. On average, they need about 1-2 hours of sleep per night, however, their ability to access deep meditation states can significantly cut that down. If they went into a self-induced trance for example, 20 minutes in that state is the same as 8 hours of sleep in human terms. They also don't need to take all their rest in one go - short naps can cumulatively meet their needs.

That said, there are examples of some Time Lords who can function perfectly well on far less—it varies from individual to individual.

Also worth noting, it's a little different for Gallifreyan children and teenagers, who need more sleep than human children, averaging around 10-12 hours per night.

What are the symptoms of sleep deprivation in Time Lords?

While Time Lords are incredibly resilient, they're not immune to the effects of sleep deprivation. Their symptoms are somewhat similar to those seen in humans, but with a few key differences due to their unique physiology. Their psionics come from the same area of the brain that controls sleep (the epiphysis cerebri/pineal gland), meaning sleep and telepathic abilities are inherently linked.

�� Fatigue and Lethargy: Like humans, Time Lords will feel tired and sluggish when they don’t get enough sleep.

🧠 Cognitive Impairment: Their advanced cognitive functions can be impaired, leading to difficulty in concentrating, making decisions, and processing information.

🤬 Emotional Instability: Sleep-deprived Time Lords might experience mood swings and heightened irritability.

💭 Reduced Psionic Abilities: Given the link between their sleep patterns and psionic abilities, a lack of sleep can diminish their psionic powers.

🪫 Physical Symptoms: They might experience headaches, dizziness, and a general sense of physical weakness.

🗣️ Telepathic Overload: Sleep deprivation might lead to a kind of telepathic overload, where uncontrolled thoughts and feelings from others might intrude into their consciousness.

💥 Regeneration Malfunctions: Prolonged sleep deprivation could potentially affect their regenerative processes, leading to irregularities if they were to regenerate while severely sleep-deprived, due to sheer lack of concentration and control.

🏫 So...

While Time Lords need significantly less sleep than humans, they're still susceptible to the effects of sleep deprivation, particularly affecting their psionic abilities. Make sure your Time Lord is getting enough rest before trying to take down the Dalek Empire.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[themodernwitchsguide]

common crystals and their attributes

AGATE

agate comes in clear or milky white, grey, blue, green, pink, brown, and are often artificially colored. most agate is waxy and soft, and is usually banded. agate stabilizes emotions, eliminating negative physical and emotional influence. it also can be used for healing, and some varieties are good for protection.

AMBER

amber comes in golden brown or yellow--other colors are always artificial. it is opaque or transparent resin, and insects or vegetation may be trapped inside. amber has strong connections to the earth and is a good grounding stone. it is a powerful healer and cleanser, stimulates intellect and promotes a positive mental state.

AMETHYST

amethyst comes in purple, pink, and lavender colors. it is transparent, and always grows in points either in a geode, cluster, or single point. amethyst is an extremely powerful and protective stone. it has strong healing and cleansing powers, and enhances spiritual awareness. it can also be used to promote love (self and romantic/sexual).

AVENTURINE

aventurine comes in green, blue, red, brown, and peach. it is opaque and often speckled with small clear pieces. aventurine is a very positive stone of prosperity and luck. it defuses negative situations and turns them to the positive. emotionally, it promotes compassion and empathy and encourages perseverance, stabilizing one's state of mind. it also promotes creativity.

BLOODSTONE

bloodstone is a green stone speckled with red splotches. it is believed to have the ability to banish evil and negativity and to direct spiritual energies. bloodstone heightens the intuition and increases creativity. physically, this stone can promote healing.

CALCITE

calcite comes in green, blue, yellow, orange, clear, and pink. it is translucent and waxy, and is often banded (may be acid-treated to enhance color). calcite is a powerful amplifier and cleanser of energy. having calcite in a room cleanses negative energies. calcite connects emotions with the intellect, calming the mind and boosting memory.

CARNELIAN

carnelian comes in red, orange, pink, or brown. it's often small and translucent, being water-worn or tumbled. carnelian grounds you and is excellent for restoring vitality and motivation. it stimulates creativity and even has the ability to cleanse other stones. carnelian gives courage and promotes positive life choices, useful for overcoming abuse of any kind. it can also help with love (self or romantic/sexual).

CITRINE

citrine comes in yellow, yellowish brown or smokey grey-brown. it is transparent, and is seen most often as a geode, point, or cluster. citrine is a powerful cleanser, believed to carry the power of the sun. it absorbs negative energy and energizes every level of life. it is also a powerful luck stone.

GARNET

garnet comes in red, pink, green, orange, yellow, brown, and black. it is a transparent or translucent crystal, often small and faceted or a larger opaque piece. garnet is a powerfully energizing and regenerative stone. it balances energy, bringing serenity or passion as appropriate. garnet inspires love and devotion, alleviating emotional disharmony. red garnet in particular aids sex drive. garnet is useful to have in a crisis.

JASPER

jasper comes in varieties of numerous colors. it is opaque, patterned, often water-worn or small and tumbled. jasper is known as the "supreme nurturer." it sustains and supports during times of stress, and brings tranquility and wholeness. it provides protection and grounds the person.

LABRADORITE

labradorite comes in greyish to black with blue and yellow iridescence. it comes in all sizes and is usually polished. labradorite is a highly mystical and protective stone, a bringer of light. it deflects unwanted energies and prevents energy leakage. labradorite banishes fears and insecurities, focusing psychic energies.

MALACHITE

malachite comes in only green, concentric light/dark bands and rosettes. it is often tumbled or polished, since the raw form is toxic if particles are inhaled. malachite is a powerful stone that should be handled with caution, since it amplifies both positive and negative energies. malachite is a stone of transformation. life is lived more intensely under the influence of malachite, since it encourages risk-taking change.

MOONSTONE

moonstone comes in white, cream, and yellowy grey. it is often milky and translucent, sometimes having an iridescent shine. moonstone is a "stone of new beginnings". as the name suggests, it is strongly connected to the moon. it reminds us that, as the moon waxes and wanes, everything is part of a cycle of change. moonstone promotes intuition and empathy, and calms overreactions.

OBSIDIAN

obsidian comes in black and black speckled with white. it is shiny opaque and glass-like. obsidian is a stone without boundaries or limitations, it works extremely fast and with great power. it enhances the truth and exposes flaws. obsidian is also a strongly protective stone, forming a shield against negativity. it is helpful for highly sensitive people.

OPAL

opal comes in basically every color, but all of them have iridescent/holographic reflections. opal can be synthetic or natural, and can grow onto other objects (often shells or pieces of wood). opal is absorbent and reflective, it picks up thoughts and feelings and amplifies them. mentally, opal brings lightness and spontaneity. it encourages an interest in the arts.

PERIDOT

peridot comes in dark olive green to lime green colors. it's a transparent glassy crystals, but cloudy when polished. peridot is believed to keep away evil spirits. peridot alleviates jealousy, resentment, spite and anger, and reduces stress. it clears/releases "old baggage". peridot sharpens the mind and opens it to new levels of awareness.

CLEAR QUARTZ

clear quartz grows in clear, pointed crystals. it is translucent, milky or striated, and often comes in clusters. quartz is often considered a universal stone, but specifically helps to alter/amplify other energies. it also is a good healing stone.

ROSE QUARTZ

rose quartz is pink, usually translucent or transparent, and is sometimes tumbled. rose quartz is the stone of unconditional love and infinite peace. it is the best stone for attracting love. rose quartz gently draws off negative energy and replaces it with love. emotionally, it is the finest healer.

SELENITE

selenite is a white, pink, or beige crystal that can grow in flat and curled layers or long "tubes". it is translucent with a light bending effect from some perspectives. selenite brings clarity of the mind, promoting divine guidance. it can cleanse other crystals/objects and can form a protective grid around a house. it is a powerful disperser and stabilizer for erratic emotions.

SODALITE

sodalite is blue, and mottled with dark and light blue-white. sodalite unites logic with intuition and opens spiritual senses. this stone is particularly useful for group work, as it brings harmony and solidarity of purpose. it stimulates trust and companionship between people. sodalite is an excellent stone for the mind, as it eliminates mental confusion and intellectual bondage.

TIGER'S EYE

tiger's eye several shades of brown that grows in bands, with a light-bending effect. tiger's eye is a protective stone that is excellent for people who are spaced out or uncommitted. this stone is useful for recognizing both your needs and the needs of other people. tiger's eye heals issues of self-worth, self-criticism, and blocked creativity.

RHODONITE

this stone is pink and black, with some streaks of white or grey. it is another stone of great balance, balancing emotions, balancing a relationship, etc. for this reason it is also associated with love and healing.

RHODOCHROSITE

rhodochrosite is a pink stone with bands of tan, white, and lighter pinks. this crystal encourages a positive attitude and is known to enhance dreams. it is also known to promote love (especially self-love).

[storyofmychoices]

Nyx: Skin Color head canon

The loveliest @oh-so-youre-a-nerd surprised me with this gorgeous art of Nyx and Aerin. In it, Thia combined elements of my moodboard and headcanons for Nyx and gave them a galaxy skin tone and I am so in love with it that I am including it in a new HC for Nyx!

While Nyx's skin is naturally black, their skin has the ability to transform into a tone reminiscent of the night sky/a galaxy. This metamorphosis occurs in response to heightened emotional states (intense joy, profound sorrow, true love, unyielding determination, etc). Additionally, this transformation can be triggered by celestial events such as lunar and solar eclipses, the alignment of planets, and even some full moons if Nyx's near a strong magical source or they're practicing magic.

In these moments, deep purples and blues cascade across their skin, shimmering like stars. The celestial pattern that emerges reflects Nyx's connection to the cosmos and the flow of the galaxy flowing through their veins. Their yellow eyes burn brighter like two stars.

This distinction sets Nyx apart from other elves. As a child, when this ability first arose after their parents death, the elves in their community feared them and rejected them. The elves felt Nyx was cursed and was the cause of their parents' deaths. They treated Nyx as though they were a criminal, even though they were only a child and had nothing to do with their parent's deaths. Nyx has always had a difficulty with the customs and tradition of elven society but the elves treatment of them at a young age played a huge role in their decision to leave the first chance they got.

Despite their outward cautious, practical, and stoic demeanor, Nyx struggled to accept this ability and wished they could control it so that they could keep it from happening. Nyx largely has lived alone because of it. They took refuge on the edge of the Deadwood forest, knowing no one would come look for them. It took years for Nyx to accept who they were and that people may never see them as who they truly are and only see what they want to see.

When it happened for the first time after meeting Aerin, they wanted to run away, but they didn't. It was different with him... for the first time in a long time, they felt seen.

[Nyx's profile]

[demonicornauthor]

Enjoy this sneak peak at my next Riku/Sora oneshot, "Return From the Brink"! I hope to have the full version out soon!

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Disney Town was always so lively and bright, filled with laughter, chatter, and various exclamations of glee. When they were hosting a party, that was heightened exponentially– especially a birthday party which was exactly the occasion today. Their dear Kairi was turning seventeen, and you could definitely tell she was the birthday girl based on her state of dress. Kairi’s short red hair had purple orchids woven through in vine-like patterns that matched her dark purple tank top with lilac fabric ruffles on the sleeves and over the chest that had all sorts of sparkles. The redhead was wearing white jeans with black boots to go along with it, and over everything she was wearing a sash that stated her position as birthday girl, a tiara, and all sorts of buttons and pins of the birthday variety that Xion and Naminé had enjoyed placing all over her between giggles. Riku had watched in amusement while they had all finished getting ready in one of the living areas of Disney Castle. Now, though, they were all gathered outside having fun. They were in between scheduled activities, allowing everyone to do what they wished. Terra, Aqua, Mickey, Minnie, and Isa were playing some kind of card game while observing everyone else. Donald and Goofy were working with Huey, Dewey, and Louie to make the tallest possible ice cream cone. Yen Sid and Merlin were running tests on the fireworks show they had prepared for later in the evening to ensure there wouldn’t be any hiccups. Kairi was enjoying a friendly dance-off with Lea– Kairi was being backed by Ventus and Naminé while Lea was backed by Roxas and Xion. Xion had originally seemed intent on backing Kairi, but she couldn’t switch her loyalties from one of her first best friends like that. Lea, Roxas, and Xion were inseparable as a trio, after all, especially now that they could all completely accept the fact that they had their own hearts and emotions. It had been an entertaining journey to watch Roxas, Xion, and Naminé figure out what it was like to have their own hearts, even if it had led to a few embarrassing moments of needing to explain societal norms. The sex talk had been uncomfortable for all involved, and no one let Lea forget that he was the one to make the innuendo that started it all. They had grown into themselves, though, and the three were flourishing. Everyone was.

Well, almost everyone.

Riku was sitting alone against the wall of a nearby building in the shade, silently watching everyone else enjoy themselves. He really did want to join in on the fun– he wanted to be able to truly smile with them– but he just couldn’t. All of these bright colors, the laughter, the joy… It all reminded him so much of Sora. Sora who was somewhere unknown, most likely by himself, and far out of Riku’s reach. His dear, sweet, sunshine Sora had been gone for a year and a half, and Riku hadn’t been able to relax much since he disappeared. He still made routine checks once a month to each world they knew of to ask the residents they knew if anyone had any leads on Sora, but it was always answered in the negative. Many of them had said that he was most likely gone permanently and had tried to convince Riku to focus on other things. He knew that they meant well, but he vehemently refused. Even the idea of giving up on Sora made his skin crawl. The only other ones who seemed as certain as him that Sora was even still alive were those who had literally lived in his heart at one point. Even so, it seemed that Kairi, Naminé, Ventus, and Xion were beginning to suspect they had been wrong. Roxas was the only one Riku could talk to without being told to stop looking and just to give up. Roxas had been a lifeline for Riku ever since Sora’s disappearance, and wasn’t that ironic? The person Riku had worked so hard to destroy and return to Sora now was one of the few things keeping the silveret sane.

.........

“... Riku?” came a shaky, disbelieving whisper.

Riku jumped up and whipped around, his aquamarine blown wide as they met confused and fearful sapphire. Riku couldn’t believe his eyes. He reached his hands up to scrub at his eyes before looking again to see that the boy was still there.

[invadertem]

TALLEST MIYUKI

Status: Deceased; Cause of death: Dissolved in Cthulhu 

Personal Information:

- Full Name: Tallest Miyuki

- Pak Model: Tallest Model-3

- Gender/Sex: Female

- Pronouns: She/Her

- Sexuality: Aroace

- Rank: Almighty Tallest

Physical Description:

- Appearance: Blue Eyes, Boxed Antennae

- Uniform: Blue Tallest Uniform (Lab variation)

- Pak Design: Hourglass Pak Design

Skills and Enhancements:

- Skills/Training: Biomechanics, Chemistry, and other scientific training.

- Pak Enhancements: Advanced feeling receptors that allow for heightened emotional experiences.

- Abilities: Quite Agile, High Pain Tolerance

Notable Contributions:

- The "Color Era": Responsible for initiating the "Color Era" in the Irken empire, which introduced greater diversity among Irkens. This included variations in eye colors, antenna shapes, skin tones, and the acceptance of natural marks like freckles.

- Irkens' Personalization: Voiced the desire for Irkens to be more unique, stating, "I'm sick of the same old Irkens. Names are too hard to remember when everyone looks the same."

- Bioweapon Experiments: Conducted research on Irken Bioweapons, leading to the creation of Irkens with special paks designed for mass genocide. Examples include Superior Model-1: Zim, Superior Model-3: Tem, and Superior Model-4: Eliza (Lizzie/Liz).

- Cruel Experiments: Known for conducting cruel and unusual experiments, reflecting a curious nature.

- Allegiance to Superior Model-1: Favored Superior Model-1, causing multiple losses for the Irken empire. He was later banished following her and her successor Spork's death.

- End of Impending Doom I: Played a pivotal role in concluding the mission of Impending Doom I.

Legacy:

- Smartest Tallest: Acknowledged as the most intelligent Tallest within the Irken empire.

- Tragic Fate: Met her demise during the "M1-Lab accident," relocating to Vort Research Station 9, where Scientist Zim created the Infinite Energy Absorbing blob, Cthulhu, which ultimately consumed and killed her.

- Private Life: Not much is known about her personal life.

This document serves as an official record of Tallest Miyuki's background, contributions, and significant events during her tenure as an Almighty Tallest in the Irken empire.

THE DOCUMENT BELOW IS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION CONTINUE WITH CAUTION.

Excerpts of transcripts from the logs found in the remains of Miyuki’s lab, M1:

“My first project seemed to turn out the greatest. He’s perfect. His data and code is so powerful it can crush civilization and organic life forms with a single shock of his pak.”

“The night his pak was activated he hugged the robotic arm and created a voltage shock so powerful it shut Irk’s power down for 4 years. I’ve covered it up as a system blockage. This just shows how powerful he is even as a smeet. *Laughs softly*”

“I’ve made my magnum opus. The other three of the four don’t show as much potential. However I have made adjustments to Model-2 to make up for any failures on Model-1’s part.”

“I’ve assigned Model-3 to one of the apprentices. Red is his lab name. However he has kept it, he can do as he pleases. He will be tallest after all.”

“I’ve installed height blockers into Model-1’s pak. We cannot control him if he gains a high rank… He is very intelligent. I’ll place him in the science group although I will keep him in training. He seems to take interest in Model-2 and the Purple individual that Spork has chosen as his primary apprentice.”

“We did it. Model-1 successfully opened a small interdimensional portal. A florpus created only using his Pak’s shock concentrated using strong emotions. I must note to add unirken emotions into later models. However that will not change normal policy on defective irkens. My… *Long pause* Smeet are special.”

“Model-3 has shown free will behavior. More so than I allowed for him… We all see how this later progresses…”

“Model-3 has gone rogue… my lab has gone and he has burned Red before fleeing with one of my experiments and Purple’s assigned assistant… I think I’ll lie down a while.”

“Model-1 has successfully created life I will… Yes… Yes I know… one moment- hey. Put that down-… Log I must end early. Model-1 gets a bit unruly. But it is quite entertaining. *Buzzing sounds and the tablet clinks, presumably Miyuki setting it down* Model- *pause* Zim! Put that down!”

END OF LOGS

[redtippedfox]

Timey Wimey…Uh Oh: OFFICIAL DESIGN: Mistress Tigress

Mistress Tigress, alternatively known as Juleka Couffaine, is at least 21 years old, being a part of the old Miraculous Team: as Purple Tigress for close to two years before Shadow Moth got ahold of all the miraculouses. She is experienced with the use of the Tiger Miraculous and has a bond with the kwami known as Roarr. Before corruption Juleka was a sweet, shy and had grown very confident over the years thanks to her friends and Marinette. Over the years, her relationship with Marinette and her friends turn into a family bond and the feeling Juleka gets when near Marinette is close to an older sister. After Monarch has all the Miraculous, Juleka and the rest of her friends notice Marinette’s state as she falls into a depression. This becomes a stepping stone for Mistress Tigress corruption.

She has the powers of the Tiger Miraculous but boosted. The corrupted Akuma mixed with the Miraculous allows her the ability to use Clout but it is 2x powerful which makes it more dangerous. She has the ability to control how powerful her clout is. Her second power is sorrow, just like clout, if she hits a person or her target with sorrow they get a sudden wave of sadness and sorrow. She’ll use this power to try to manipulate her victims into joining her side and will sometimes succeed. She’s very manipulative and is the opposite of Juleka. She’s an unstable person and will attack anyone on sight. She has a painful bite that will cause you to fall into a depression and eventually become her slave. She has the animal tendencies of a feral tiger. She has two powers, Clout, and Sorrow.

Her relationship with her team is close to a family bond and the reason she fights so hard to corrupt Marinette is so she can enjoy having her family whole again. Though she is still Juleka, her miraculous is corrupted meaning Juleka is also corrupted. If she wishes to, Mistress Tigress can detransform back into Juleka though the Akuma has merged with the Miraculous.

Her attitude is snarky, manipulative, cruel, and just plain mean. Though she does not act this way towards Marinette(Ladybug) or her team.

The reason why the corrupted miraculous hero’s prefer to stay transformed is because when they are not transformed the Akumas hold is weaker and some times their old selves come to light but the corrupted kwamis like to remind their holders why they are doing this as the kwamis also have the same goal; corrupt Marinette so they can have their family whole again as the corrupted kwamis miss their guardian and Tikki. The corrupted kwamis are manipulative and their words are like poison venom that their holders feed off of. They are always successful at getting their holders back on track. Though the team does detransform sometimes so they can hang out with their kwamis as they missed them over the years that Monarch had them.

Mistress Tigress likes to use peoples stuff as a scratching post, and can purr like a cat. She likes sunbathing and destroying things. She will go feral randomly and attack anyone near due to her heightened emotions.

Because Monarch melted down the ancient Miraculouses of the very first miracle box that ever existed. The Miraculous feel incomplete, no longer whole or able to support the Kwami that inhabits the Miraculous. The rings feel wrong to the ancient magic that was used to create and protect the Miraculous and the Miraculous is trying to fix itself whenever it can with the kwami's powers. But due to Monarch using them mainly for transferring the power of the Miraculous over to the Akuma, the Miraculous no longer has the power to fix itself.

So when Monarch had the stupid idea to kidnap all of Ladybug's team and force the rings on them and then akumatize the rings. The Miraculous used the Akuma to fix itself while using the Akumas magic to make itself complete all while corrupting the Kwamis and the users. The Miraculous begins to use the Akuma and suck the Akuma of all of its magic, so it's a never ending cycle of the miraculous stealing magic from the Akuma and the Akuma stealing magic from the butterfly miraculous that it's being powered by, the Miraculouses start to become corrupted because the Akuma is giving them the wrong kind of magic to fix the Miraculous and make it complete.

The miraculous, the Akuma, and the holder merge into one with their soul, and that's how it's corrupted because the miraculous is feeding off of the Akuma and the body that's attached to the miraculous is feeding off the magic of the corrupted miraculous to get strength and be powerful.

The moment the tiger ring was forced onto Juleka’s finger and akumatized it transformed back into it’s original form and began to corrupt Juleka, unlike the other Akumas Juleka has become, she fought it until the corrupted kwami; Roarr, began to rule her emotions, reminding her of all the times Hawkmoth had turned her into a victim, the old feeling of happiness that she felt while being Purple Tigress only for Hawkmoth to rip it away. And lastly revealing that Marinette was Ladybug. Roarr reveals deep secrets about Marinette, how she cried every night since she became Guardian, how lonely she felt, her never ending nightmares, the wight of her duty, her hidden depression, how she wished for a happy life full of love, her dreams of living with all the kwamis in a world where people like Hawkmoth never existed. Juleka realizes Lila had been lying and Marinette had been protecting them even though they hadn’t believed her. Her anger at the lying wench deepens the corruptions hold.

The corruption takes a deeper hold, going through Juleka’s memories of seeing Ladybug fight all of Monarchs powerful Akumas, seeing the danger Marinette was put in over the years and eventually remembering that one Akuma battle Ladybug had been murdered and Scarabella had taken her place realizing it was Marinette who had died, it was Marinette who the media was slandering, it was her friend Marinette who would do anything for her friends and family that was dying and fighting on the never ending battle field of Monarch and it’s just one little question that Roarr asks that tips her over the edge.

“I can help you make our family whole again, just like how it used to be. We can make a new world Juleka, one where people like Hawkmoth don’t exist, all you have to do is help me and my friends corrupt our beloved Guardian and we can finally have our happily ever after. But my power comes with a cost.”

“Are you willing to take that cost?”

Juleka looks down at her miraculous, the image of Marinette in the butterfly garden, the place she would secretly go to after school, sobbing as she blames herself, as she tells herself she doesn’t deserve her happy end. As her mask of false happiness falls and shatters, Juleka can only remember the warmth that Ladybug would give off when it was their turn to patrol, the feeling of safety and comfort gone as the girl who was Ladybug yelled at herself and slipped into a deep depression filled her mind.

Monarch had taken their sun, Monarch had taken their hope, Monarch had taken Marinette.

So Juleka was going to take Monarch down, thus the corruption completes and Juleka gives in.

Monarch is glad that his masterpieces are complete and orders them to kill Marinette, to bring him her miraculous.

They kill him instead, he is too weak and pathetic to be their leader…they need their everyday Ladybug..yes…she will be the perfect leader

Their perfect Alpha, their sun, their guardian, their ladybug, they just have to catch her and akumatize her.

Then they can be a family again.

[illumins]

CHAPTER THREE

Hydrangea and Letter

My gaze was fixed intently on the intricate design adorning the café's mugs. Each flower was meticulously painted, and I marveled at how the ceramic handle gracefully curved into a leaf. Lost in thought, the bustling world around me faded into a distant hum. In my mind, I assembled my thoughts like a complex puzzle, only to let them scatter again when the weight became too much to bear. I repeated this mental dance, contemplating the missing pieces I was too afraid to confront.

The realization that I had unwittingly become a target filled me with dread. This was not something I could report to the police or confide in a passing stranger I met during the day. In fact, that prospect troubled me even more. The assailant who had attacked me looked undeniably human—alarmingly so. He could have easily greeted me at the start of my shift, and I would have been none the wiser. Death, I realized, could take on any form, wear any face.

Nana had attempted to explain the entities that lurked within the Nightworld, providing small details discernible only to those with a keen eye.

"There are witches, cunning beings," Nana had cautioned. "They don't resemble the depictions in movies, with pointy hats and animal companions. These witches are tied to the other side, their souls tainted by gods. Instead of animals, they draw their power from humans. You can spot them by the occasional purple shimmer in their eyes. They all bear a birthmark on the side of their pinky finger, resembling a four-pointed star. Be cautious around them; you don't want to cross their path.

"Then there are the werewolves, or Lycans, as they prefer to be called. Mostly harmless, their numbers have dwindled due to relentless hunting. Cursed by an age-old lovers' feud, they're a rare sight. You can recognize them by their golden eyes, which only appear in their transformed state or during intense emotions.

"And then there are the Vampires—dark, cruel, and plagued by heightened emotions that can be perilous. You... oh, you should hope never to encounter them. Their eyes gleam crimson, reflecting their insatiable lust. They also bear a red birthmark on their chests, right where the heart lies. They possess the ability to read the emotions of others, except for those within the Nightworld. Be cautious; their sense of fear only fuels their desires."

That was all Nana had been willing to divulge, fearing that delving further would attract the dagger's attention. Or at least that was Nana's belief.

A soft tap on my shoulder jolted me from my thoughts. Looking down, I realized that I had unwittingly cut the cake into too many slices. Moreover, a customer who had been patiently waiting for my attention now observed me awkwardly. I cleared my throat, hastily placing the knife down and offering an apologetic smile. I then made my way toward the kitchen, my mind cursing myself for drifting away from reality so easily.

Gazing up at the ceiling, I shut my eyes tightly, whispering to myself, “All I need to focus on is this job, and then I can go home and deal with the rest.”

A sing-song voice echoed in my head, startling me. “Seems you didn't heed my warning last time, hmm?”

In fear, I whipped my head forward to find the blonde woman once more. This time, she was dressed in a black mini-dress with a white lace corset at the front and a shimmering regal purple stone choker. The woman had noticed my wandering eyes and twirled gracefully.

“Oh, this?” she quipped. “It's the uniform I wear for my job, just like you with your apron and nametag.”

The woman's attitude had taken an unsettling turn, and I couldn't help but feel disturbed. This wasn't the demeanor she had displayed during our first encounter—too perky yet still elegant. “Where do you work?”

At the question, the woman raised an eyebrow and smirked, taking measured steps toward me. “Nope, nope, nope,” each 'p' popping from her lips. “That's not a place for someone like you.”

Now standing before me, the scent of hydrangeas enveloped her, inducing nausea. The woman began to circle me, studying me like an animal. “Although,” she mused, “you would look quite fetching in a dress like this, don't you think?”

Unable to endure the scent any longer, I walked away, massaging my temples in hopes of dispelling my nausea.

Puzzled for a moment, the woman soon realized her effect and offered an apology. “Oh, my apologies. I tend to have that effect on people like you.”

“People like me?” I questioned.

Dismissing the question, the woman casually positioned herself against the cutting table. “Regardless, I'm here to warn you that danger awaits outside the store again. Perhaps this time, don't ignore my warning like last time, alright?”

My tension grew, and I reached out toward the woman, desperation in my eyes. “Not again, please. What do you mean, outside?” But the woman swiftly evaded my reaching hand.

“Sorry, Sora, I can't,” she replied coolly.

I sank to my knees in despair, but my coworker entered the room, alarmed by the scene. He rushed toward me, his hands gripping my arms as he pulled me upright, concerned that I might faint. Yet I gently extricated myself from his grasp and stood straight. I didn't bother asking if he saw the woman; hardly anyone seemed to notice their presence. Even as a child, only my eyes could perceive what others couldn't.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Before responding, I glanced behind him to find the woman gone. I walked to the door, peeking outside to see waiting customers and tables in need of cleaning. However, my true focus was on spotting any potential threats, especially the man from my recent encounter.

Turning back to my coworker, I asked with pleading eyes, “Sicheng, would it be alright if I take you up on your offer?”

It took him a moment to comprehend my request, but he nodded in understanding. “Oh, I see. Yeah, of course. But are you okay?”

“Yeah, just feeling a bit off today.”

Not wanting to press me further, he reassured me with a touch on the shoulder as he passed by and exited the room. As he walked out, he encountered a crowd of people, but I didn't have the energy to exchange greetings and smiles. I scanned the kitchen one last time for any trace of the woman but found none. After taking a deep breath and gathering my resolve, I stepped out of the kitchen and into the café.

“Sorry for the wait—” my coworker began to apologize.

The sun had surrendered its position to the moon, and stars began to dot the night sky. The streets remained lively, but rain now filled the gaps between the bustling crowds. Streetlights, with their red, yellow, and green hues, cast reflections on the moving puddles formed by each raindrop. A chime from the bell above the café's door marked the beginning of the night and the end of a day's work.

Usually, the café stayed open late, but the owner had requested an earlier closing time for the impending cold months. In mid-September, the slight chill of October's approach was already palpable. I had always admired the transition from summer to fall, with leaves changing from emerald green to vibrant shades of orange and yellow. Yet this year, my enjoyment was tainted by the paranoia of the man Jisung returning.

I glanced at Sicheng as he locked the café's door, trying to reassure myself that everything would be alright as long as he was there. He turned to me with a warm smile, gesturing toward the bustling streets where throngs of people walked. “Lead the way.”

Minutes passed as the two of us strolled around Main Street, sharing stories and savoring the nocturnal scenery. Tensions that had weighed on my mind earlier gradually dissipated as Sicheng continued to captivate my wandering attention. I understood his intent to lighten my mood, and for that, I was grateful. The prospect of feeling somewhat normal and free from constant fear brought me immense relief.

As we approached my home, a sudden melancholy settled upon me. I don't want this night to end, I thought. I feel okay right now. I want to be okay again tomorrow. But the sight of Sicheng yawning made me reconsider. I knew he juggled two part-time jobs and school, and his gesture of accompanying me meant a lot.

“Thank you, Sicheng,” I said.

“Of course,” he replied. “Knowing you're safe on your way home puts my mind at ease. Don't hesitate to ask anytime, okay?”

I chuckled at his concern and nodded. “Alright.”

“Well, I should get going. I have work tomorrow.”

We bid each other farewell, with Sicheng retracing his steps down the street and me ascending the steps to my front door. As I rummaged through my purse for my keys, I noticed a letter at my doorstep from the corner of my eye. With my keys in hand, I crouched down to retrieve it. The letter bore a fine wax seal imprinted with the image of a dove in flight. Turning it over, I read the cursive letters that formed an unfamiliar name: Lee Donghyuk.

My fingers gently traced the edges of the wax seal, still radiating warmth, a testament to how long it had rested at my doorstep. I cast a wary gaze around, searching for the elusive sender, but the empty streets, shrouded in darkness, yielded no answers.

Returning my attention to the letter, my eyes fixated on the printed name: Lee Donghyuk. I furrowed my brow in an attempt to recall if the name sounded familiar. Lee Donghyuk? I don't think I've met anyone by that name, I mused. Perhaps a customer, but that would be rather strange. I was on the verge of dismissing the letter until a twinge of pain in my shoulder served as a stark reminder of another possibility. The lingering ache acted as a gateway to memories I wished to forget—the night, and the peace I had forged with Sicheng, now submerged in a vast sea of fear. "It's one of them," I whispered to myself, the memory of being slammed against a wall playing vividly in my mind.

The memory echoed louder, growing heavier, its presence intensifying. My muscles seemed to recall the searing pain he had inflicted. 'Jisung,' someone had called him. How could I forget the name that had been the source of my paranoia? As the memory deepened, I drifted further away from reality, from the serenity I had cherished. My breathing grew labored, gasping for air every few seconds.

The longer I held and stared at the letter, the more it fueled my fear. My body felt paralyzed, as if someone, or something, was watching me. Unconsciously, my eyes darted frantically around my surroundings, searching for anything out of the ordinary, for signs of them. My heart screamed at me to retreat inside, to hide and destroy the letter. Yet my body remained rooted in place, defying my will and trapping me in a state of terror. Beneath my ribcage, my heart pounded, crying out for help.

As the darkness seemed to encroach upon my vision, I believed myself lost, a prisoner of my own mind. The entities that had stalked me had stripped away my sense of safety and sanity. And now, as I stood on the precipice of darkness, I let out a desperate yelp, tears streaming down my cheeks. "They have me, they have me, they have me..."

The relentless thought vanished when the sound of my door opening pierced the silence. I registered Areum's presence, her warm arms enveloping me, urging me to rest, sensing my impending collapse. So, in a gentle voice, she directed me to step inside. We walked slowly, still holding each other, through the hallway leading to the living room. Once inside, she closed the door behind me with a measured kick.

After a few moments, Areum carefully pulled away from me, scrutinizing me. Her eyes were watery, with redness at the corners and cheeks marked by dried streaks. Although I appeared calmer now that I was indoors, she could still detect the lingering tension.

“Sora, what happened?” Areum inquired.

I registered the question but initially found it difficult to respond. “I…”

“Sora?...”

Taking a shuddering breath, I evaded the question with another, “Do you... um,” I sniffled, “is there anyone outside?”

Areum observed me for a moment and then shook her head. “No…”

I nodded. “Can you,” I raised my left hand, gesturing toward the window above the couch in the living room. Understanding my request, Areum agreed and made her way to the window.

After adjusting the beige curtain, Areum scanned the area in front of the house—the street and neighboring houses. Nothing seemed amiss, and after a minute, she returned to me, who continued to stare into the distance.

“There's nothing, just the stillness of the night.”

Again, I nodded, my gaze unfocused.

In my own silence, I attempted to ground myself by repeating everything I saw. Oak plank walls and various hanging portraits of all sizes. Living room to my right and the kitchen further down. On my left are Nana's study room and paintings. In front of me are stairs that go up to the bedrooms and more portraits and paintings. This is my home, where I'm safe. I'm safe.

I released a heavy breath and glanced at my right hand, which still clutched the letter tightly. I relaxed my grip, my white knuckles returning to their normal color, faint marks left by my nails. The letter, with its fancy seal, was now crumpled in the middle.

“Sora, what happened?” Areum probed further, noticing the letter that I held and eyeing it suspiciously. “What's that?”

I looked up at her, finding her expression softened, almost too gentle for my liking. I can't let her know, I thought, it's just too dangerous. I glanced down at the letter again and then reached into my side bag, shoving it out of sight. Gathering the fragments of my composure, I mustered a weak smile for Areum. “I thought I had someone following me. I guess I've been overworking myself again,” I lied, rubbing my eyes and forcing a chuckle.

Areum hesitated, her heart not entirely buying my story, but her mind understood that I wasn't ready to talk about it yet. She sighed and nodded toward the stairs. “Then go to sleep before you collapse, and I'll leave you here until morning.”

Agreeing with a nod, I ascended the steps. Once at the top, I paused and turned to look back at Areum, who seemed ready to leave. “Thank you for taking care of her again.”

“Of course, go rest now. I'll lock the door behind me.”

Turning around, I heaved another heavy breath as I walked toward my bedroom door. With one foot, I pushed down on the back of my right shoe, slipping it off, and repeated the action with the other. I sluggishly tossed my bag onto my desk chair and flopped onto my bed. Too exhausted to change into pajamas, I merely removed my jeans, letting them fall to the floor beside my bed.

As I sat there for a moment, reflecting on the evening's events, my gaze drifted toward my bag across the room. I won't open that letter, I resolved. The further I stay from them, the better my chances of a normal life. I attempted to reason with myself, but curiosity nibbled at my thoughts, brewing questions. I remained terrified of the Night World, but the contents of that letter piqued my interest. “Their approach has changed,” I pondered. They attacked me first and now they're keeping their distance and sending letters. Do they lack basic human social skills? I brought the covers up to my chin as I sat cross-legged on my bed. Maybe the letter contains threats.

Staring intently at my bag, my thoughts continued to wander. Eventually, I trudged over to my bag and retrieved the crumpled letter. Gripping both ends of the letter, I ran it up and down the edge of my desk to flatten it. Creases remained, but it was better than before.

Once it seemed close to its original state, I used my nails to peel off the wax seal. Extracting the letter from the envelope, a waft of cedarwood greeted my senses, evoking a feeling of warmth. I couldn't help but bring the letter closer for another sniff. This is not how I imagined them to smell, I mused, surprised. I had expected something more sinister, not the comforting scent of a forest on an autumn evening.

With trembling hands, I unfolded the letter and paused for a moment, listening for any signs that my grandmother might have awoken. When the silence reassured me, I began to read.

Dear Sora,

I'm reaching out to you as a way to apologize for what happened that one night with Jisung. I can only imagine the fear and pain you must have experienced when we approached you. Please understand that our intentions were not malicious, but born out of desperation. That's why I hope you might consider meeting us face to face, so we can offer our apologies and share a proposition. We deeply regret how things spiraled out of control that night. Below is an address where we can arrange a meeting, should you choose to do so.

1179, 서울, 용산구, 한남동, 807-7

Sincerely, Lee Donghyuk.

Reading the letter left me with a jumble of emotions—confusion, curiosity, disbelief, anger, sadness, and uncertainty. Regardless of their intentions, they had made me feel unsafe and paranoid. The stress that had been building over days seemed to wash over me when I pushed the letter back into my bag. I had made up my mind: I wanted nothing to do with this Lee Donghyuk and his friends, especially Jisung. As the weight of the night bore down on me, I sluggishly lay on my bed until sleep finally claimed me.

[ferinehuntressmoved]

[ G ] EMSTONE INFLUENCES : AURAS & HALLUCINATIONS .

When the gemstone embedded into Caitlyn's collarbone, she was granted the gift of empathy, activated through the magic of her bloodline, and the gemstone connected to one of Caitlyn's most dominant traits which was her compassion.

Caitlyn has the ability not just to feel emotions, but often she can see colors and auras around people that greatly exemplify their emotions. She can learn and recognize colors and has since connected them with certain emotions or traits that match them, a heightened perception to understanding it. The gemstone uses this as a method of speaking to Caitlyn without actually using words yet the gemstone can speak with vivid displays of colors. She can also detect subtle shifts in colors, recognizing whether someone has multiple emotions going on or if it's something that cannot be explained through emotions. Not only can she see emotions, but colors and movements can display differently based on mental health, race (such as vastaya or void creatures or spirits), and other things.

Examples of colors and their emotions are like red for anger, purple for aggressiveness, red for love, and black for hate. there are multiple colors, different shades, and shifts. Auras can also shift and swirl if someone is having a psychotic break or if they are in a rabid frenzied state the colors ripple rapidly. It has taken years for Caitlyn to learn how the gemstone speaks to her, how it will warn her if danger is imminent (the colors become more present like a smoke trail), and how it shows her more about a person in an attempt to protect Caitlyn. The Magic talks to her but not in the way that people would understand. Caitlyn has learned this vivid visual language.

These colors aren't always present either, it's like seeing through a 'second lense' or putting on a set of glasses. She attaches to the gemstone and it will allow her to see things but she can easily turn it on and off like a lightbulb. However, in high-stress situations or imminent danger, the gemstone will force the colors to be visual. The colors aren't blinding, she can still see the world and color, but it's like a lightbulb. You have the light with the glow around it.

Lastly, is Caitlyn's hallucinations. These hallucinations are crafted by the gemstone, due to her vivid ability to see colors and shapes and her vastaya bloodline which the best sense is sight: in a means to help protect and encourage Caitlyn, her hallucinations often start as swirls of colors a color associated with the person. Two hallucinations typically only happen in heightened stressful situations and when she is in severe pain or a place of helplessness and fear.

Vi's Hallucination's color comes in an array of red and purple and is intensively bright. These colors are associated with Vi's aggressive nature but also the love between the two. When the hallucination is near, Caitlyn not only vividly sees her but she can also feel Vi's touches and her voice. Vi is the only hallucination of Caitlyn's that she can actually feel her touches as if she is right there. The aura around Vi isn't just bright but comes off like strips around her.

The other hallucination of Caitlyn's is Grayson. She typically comes in with a view of silver and gold swirling together, due to her sadness that revolves around Grayson with her death but also the spiritual connection to Grayson's soul. Caitlyn will see Grayson but not clearly as she can Vi, due to the length of time Grayson has been gone. Grayson's voice is more prominent, someone she can hear for encouragement. Grayson's aura comes off like smoke, often making her blurry and hard to see.

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*anime eyes bely ancient & distant cosmic impressions*

AKB0048: The idols all have hearts in their eyes and matching highlights in their hair. Graduated members have stars in the same places.

Bakugan Battle Brawlers: The Vestals from the New Vestroia season don't have black pupils. Instead, their pupils are simply a darker shade of their iris color. They also lack the shiny glint that human eyes have. Not Mind-Control Eyes in that it's a racial feature that even the good guys have and everyone is acting autonomously. They also fall under the Technicolor Eyes category.

Black Butler: One of Ciel Phantomhive's eyes glows purple with an intricate pentagram inside it. This is the mark of his covenant with Sebastian, as a result of asking for 'as much power as he could give'; because a more obvious mark allows him more power, his eyes were the most obvious place Sebastian could put it.

Black★Rock Shooter: The Otherselves have gear-like pupils, and when their real selves are influenced by then, their irises become gear-shaped. Probably something to do with their Blue-and-Orange Morality.

Bleach:

Ulquiorra Cifer has slitted pupils, used to further emphasize his moments of Dull Surprise.

Ichigo and the Visoreds' scleras turn black while using their Hollow masks, while their irises turn yellow.

Quilge's eyes consist entirely of vertical lines when he transforms.

The Soul King's eyes are black holes with saltire crosses where his pupils should be.

When Yhwach "opens his eyes," he gains additional irises, none of which look straight ahead.

Bungo Stray Dogs: Yumeno Kyuusaku has one pupil as an open circle and the other as a star.

Code Geass: Users of the eponymous power have bird-like sigils that become visible whenever their Geass is activated. Those that fall into the command of a Geass have their scleras highlighted with the color of the Geass itself.

The Dangers in My Heart: Kyōtarō Ichikawa, along with his mom and sister, have concentric blue-green eyes that resemble targets compared to everyone else.

Death Parade: All of the arbiters have cross shapes surrounding their pupils, a couple shades lighter than the iris. Their eyes allow them to see the memories of the dead through data transference.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Demons have eyes that come with a wide variety of colors, designs, and placements. All of Twelve Kizuki have their rank on their eyeballs in the place of an iris and pupil. On top of this, they also tend to have additional unique eye features, like odd colors or strange eyelashes. In fact, most of the characters have unusual eye designs, but 9 times out of 10, it doesn't actually mean anything and only serves to make the characters look more distinct.

Nono from DieBuster has star shaped pupils. In the still illustrations that play over the end credits, they almost appear similar to Nia's.

In Dream Eater Merry most Dream Demons have unique pupil designs, sans Chaser John Doe, who wears a mask. The eponymous Merry Nightmare has horizontal pupils, while Chukai has cross-shaped pupils, Engi has triangular pupils, Rainsborough has his pupils resembling the Tick-Tack-Toe symbol, and Chris Evergreen has tilting H-shaped pupils.

Ayame from Dr. Ramune: Mysterious Disease Specialist has purple eyes with prominent spiral patterns reflected on it, which immediately gives away that she's not a normal little girl. Indeed, she's actually a (mentally) 112-year-old proprietor of a magical supply store. It's unknown if she's reincarnated into her current body, or if she's somehow regressed her age.

Fabricant 100: No 33 has rice-shaped lines coming from his pupils.

In Fire Force, a majority of pyrokinetics have these. They are white when their fire powers are activated and glow when in a heightened emotional state. Most are related to their abilities, such as Tamaki having vertical slits to go with her flames resembling cat ears and cat tails on her body, and Nataku having radioactive signs due to his nuclear radiation abilities. Company 7's captain, Shinmon Benimaru, takes the cake with a different design for both eyes. This signifies his status as the only character with both Second (ability to control fire) and Third (ability to generate fire) Generation Ignition abilities.

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― [ G ] EMSTONE INFLUENCES : AURAS & HALLUCINATIONS .

When the gemstone embedded into Caitlyn's collarbone, she was granted the gift of empathy, activated through the magic of her bloodline, and the gemstone connected to one of Caitlyn's most dominant traits which was her compassion.

Caitlyn has the ability not just to feel emotions, but often she can see colors and auras around people that greatly exemplify their emotions. She can learn and recognize colors and has since connected them with certain emotions or traits that match them, a heightened perception to understanding it. The gemstone uses this as a method of speaking to Caitlyn without actually using words yet the gemstone can speak with vivid displays of colors. She can also detect subtle shifts in colors, recognizing whether someone has multiple emotions going on or if it's something that cannot be explained through emotions. Not only can she see emotions, but colors and movements can display differently based on mental health, race (such as vastaya or void creatures or spirits), and other things.

Examples of colors and their emotions are like red for anger, purple for aggressiveness, red for love, and black for hate. there are multiple colors, different shades, and shifts. Auras can also shift and swirl if someone is having a psychotic break or if they are in a rabid frenzied state the colors ripple rapidly. It has taken years for Caitlyn to learn how the gemstone speaks to her, how it will warn her if danger is imminent (the colors become more present like a smoke trail), and how it shows her more about a person in an attempt to protect Caitlyn. The Magic talks to her but not in the way that people would understand. Caitlyn has learned this vivid visual language.

These colors aren't always present either, it's like seeing through a 'second lense' or putting on a set of glasses. She attaches to the gemstone and it will allow her to see things but she can easily turn it on and off like a lightbulb. However, in high-stress situations or imminent danger, the gemstone will force the colors to be visual. The colors aren't blinding, she can still see the world and color, but it's like a lightbulb. You have the light with the glow around it.

Lastly, is Caitlyn's hallucinations. These hallucinations are crafted by the gemstone, due to her vivid ability to see colors and shapes and her vastaya bloodline which the best sense is sight: in a means to help protect and encourage Caitlyn, her hallucinations often start as swirls of colors a color associated with the person. Two hallucinations typically only happen in heightened stressful situations and when she is in severe pain or a place of helplessness and fear.

Vi's Hallucination's color comes in an array of red and purple and is intensively bright. These colors are associated with Vi's aggressive nature but also the love between the two. When the hallucination is near, Caitlyn not only vividly sees her but she can also feel Vi's touches and her voice. Vi is the only hallucination of Caitlyn's that she can actually feel her touches as if she is right there. The aura around Vi isn't just bright but comes off like strips around her.

The other hallucination of Caitlyn's is Grayson. She typically comes in with a view of silver and gold swirling together, due to her sadness that revolves around Grayson with her death but also the spiritual connection to Grayson's soul. Caitlyn will see Grayson but not clearly as she can Vi, due to the length of time Grayson has been gone. Grayson's voice is more prominent, someone she can hear for encouragement. Grayson's aura comes off like smoke, often making her blurry and hard to see.

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Jinxo's Emotions

Sandy: Sandy represents happiness and playfulness. She enjoys playing tricks and pranks, such as throwing pies at friends or unexpected guests. When Sandy takes control, her face is divided into two halves that resemble a combined sun and moon. One half is calm and pastel white, while the other is painted roughly in bright orange and yellow.

Tiana: Tiana embodies sadness and aggression. She takes control when Jinxo is stressed or upset. Tiana often represents panic, anxiety, and sometimes aggression. If not calmed down during her panic attacks, she can become even more aggressive. Like Sandy, Tiana's face is divided into two halves. One half is calm and pastel white, while the other is painted roughly in dark and light blue. Tiana also has a tear drop painted underneath her eye on the blue side.When Tiana enters "Panik Mode," her already tumultuous emotions reach a peak, causing her face to flash neon red and triggering intense physical and emotional reactions.As Tiana's face transforms into a mix of pastel white and neon red, her distress becomes visibly apparent. Tears stream down her cheeks, matching the intense red hue on one half of her face. The tear drop painted underneath her eye on the red side further signifies her overwhelming sadness and panic.In this heightened state, Tiana's movements become more frantic and agitated. She may start to pull at her hair, grasping and tugging at it as an instinctual response to her escalating distress. Her body language conveys her desperation and inner turmoil, with clenched fists and a tense posture.As her panic intensifies, her crying may become even more pronounced, accompanied by hyperventilation or rapid breathing. Tiana's expression showcases her deep anguish, with furrowed brows, tightened facial muscles, and a look of desperation in her eyes.During this state, Tiana's ability to communicate may be compromised, and she may struggle to articulate her needs or thoughts. It is essential for those around her to provide a supportive and calm environment, offering reassurance and understanding.

Janet: Kinda another version of Jax.Janet is known as the rude and moody version of Jinxo, and she is the emotion most likely to appear. She enjoys making fun of people through slightly more harmful tricks, such as throwing water balloons or temporarily taking things from others. However, she always gives back what she takes in the end. Janet's face is divided into two halves. One half is a dark, groggy green, while the other is roughly painted in messy brown.

Scarlet: Scarlet represents fear and paranoia within Jinxo. She often takes control when faced with dangerous or unfamiliar situations, causing Jinxo to become hyper-vigilant and easily startled. Scarlet's face is divided into two halves. One half is painted in a deep, blood-red color, symbolizing intense fear, while the other half is roughly painted with dark shades of purple, representing paranoia.Other times when Scarlet is a bit calmer,one half of her face is calm and pastel white, while the other is roughly painted in deep shades of red and black. This contrast symbolizes the internal struggle between fear and calmness within Jinxo. Scarlet's expression is often tense and fearful, with wide eyes and a slightly panicked demeanor. She may engage in defensive or evasive behaviors, such as hiding or fleeing from perceived threats.