#regardless of whether or not an OC is present

[corvidmasters]

*shrugs* *walks into the river* *is never seen again*

[borrowedtimeandspace]

Something Sweet

Art by the fabulous @bonkalore!

Featuring Bill Potts and my borrower OC Zepheera from my Twelve AU Time After Time. Bill's always happy to share with her little mate, especially on a holiday like V-day! And Zepheera...might be on a journey of self discovery.

Bit of a belated Valentine's Day/birthday present to myself, and I couldn't be more in love. I think this is actually the first commission I've had made with Zepheera and another companion! So a million thanks again to bonkalore for bringing these disasters to life 💙💙

More about the dorks who I am so totally normal about under the cut:

I've almost always known Zepheera was biromantic. She's just had a complicated history with love and partnership, so it rarely comes up. Functional immortality is a bitch like that.

Throwing her and Bill together was almost a no-brainer once the inspiration struck. They played off of each other so well, and they are both destined to have completely platonic relationships with the Doctor. Two peas in a pod, really.

Then I think it hit me sometime last year that Bill would be Zepheera's bi awakening. She's thoughtful, caring, a loyal friend, beautiful, and exudes that Big Dyke Energy™️ (affectionate) that's hard to ignore when you're so small. It's a dynamic that I don't normally explore, apart from characters that would be together already regardless of size. Honestly never expected to pair Zepheera up with anyone in canon Doctor Who, but if it were to be anyone...

Whether or not Zepheera even realizes what she's feeling, let alone acts on it...well, that's a story for another time.

[one-beer-is-not-enough]

Hi!!! You are my favorite bully artist for so long and I saw you create an oc, he’s so amazing, I can’t— 😩❤️❤️ I’m too shy, but I was wonder how he can interact with my prep ocs Mary, Oliver, Margaret and Claudette (or you can choose one of them). Also I wonder if you draw requests, my big pleasure would be to see one of my silly ocs in your great style 🙏 I luv u 💗

Hello! Thank you, you're very sweet <33 I got a funny idea for Mary and Marcel, hope you like it!

I wrote the interactions for all four under the cut :)

Mary:

Marcel will be a little wary of her. It’s suspicious that she’s so nice… and also a prep. It doesn’t make sense to him. He thinks she has ulterior motives and it takes a lot to convince him otherwise. He’s polite enough, but keeps his distance, which I imagine would irk Mary, seeing as she wants to be liked by everyone she meets.

In spite of this attitude they have quite a few things in common, like art and films, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to break the ice over time. Maybe at one of the parties Mary throws, or in art class if they happen to sit close to each other. Marcel puts on this delusional act about his art so that he can act unbothered when others insult it, but with Mary he might be honest for once and even ask for advice when it’s just them. He’s floored by her skill and often nags her to show him her sketchbooks.

Pinky always drags Marcel along on her shopping trips to carry her things for her like a pack mule, so he is 100% there when she goes out in town with Mary. Whether they care about the stuff he overhears, I have no idea lol

They’re both in the “I wanna be friends with the greasers but I can’t” club, so I could see them complaining about it, maybe even teaming up to approach one of the greasers (and probably fail to even have a conversation)

Marcel roots for her to get together with Gord, mainly so he doesn’t have to see either of them in a relationship with a cousin anytime soon. He does grow to think they look pretty sweet together and is frankly a little jealous

Overall, Marcel treats her respectfully and admires her skill in art, but wouldn’t interact that much with her outside of group gatherings, their personalities are just very different.

Oliver

Marcel is once again skeptical of him, just like with Mary. It’s probably mutual, since Marcel doesn’t act like the typical prep either. Since they’re both quite mistrusting with strangers, it’s unlikely they’d ever spend enough time together to form a friendship. At the very least, Marcel treats him with respect stemming from loyalty to the clique.

If he sees Oliver around the nerds too much, though, he’ll grow disdainful and take him aside at some point to question his motives. Marcel fully expects the nerds to use any shred of information anybody gives them, so he fears Oliver might be a rat or something (he watches too many mafia movies)

They both suck at drawing and probably won’t even know they have this in common until they have to present an art project or something in class lmao. It’d be funny if they’re both like, “Wow this guy sucks!” Meanwhile Mary is displaying a masterpiece next to their glorified stickmen

Margaret

I think they’d be either neutral or sworn enemies. They’re both blunt and straight to the point, so they definitely escalade to arguments regardless of whether they get along or not

Marcel will forever ridicule her for being in a relationship with Bif, since the two boys are kind of frenemies? When Margaret talks about Bif, he literally goes “Blah blah blah-” and parrots her sentences back in a high-pitched voice (like a 12 year old). And then gets pissed when she mocks him back in regards to Derby. Complete hypocrite 💀

I think they would interact even more often that they’d like, since Margaret is on the cheerleading team along with his sister Sofia. Meaning he sometimes gets dragged along to some jock hangouts and even parties where Margaret might also be

Since Margaret is a huge gossip girl, she would probably start some rumors about Marcel, especially if he pisses her off. I mean, there’s so many things you can overhear in the Harrington House lol

Honestly I’m not sure, Margaret really hates the greasers and their behavior, and Marcel isn’t very far off from them in terms of everything but wealth and clothing. So she either tolerates him, or absolutely despises his ass lmao

Claudette

Claudette… would probably have a bad opinion of Marcel. He doesn’t do himself any favors by getting into fights and often being rude to those around him. At the same time, Claudette’s knowledge in psychology would allow her to figure out some of his underlying issues and the possible reasons for his behavior that may not be so obvious to the average person

If Marcel somehow finds out she can’t stand Derby, his view of her is plummeting instantly. He’s a stupid simp and can't comprehend how a prep would hate their clique leader… But as long as she doesn’t outright insult Derby, Marcel will learn to live with it. At worst they just give each other the silent treatment

The one thing they have in common seems to be their music taste. I could see them overhearing a song on the radio they both like and immediately forgetting about their issues just to yap about their favorite musicians for a good minute lol

Marcel cares a lot about his grades (out of fear), and while he’s normally too prideful to ask for help, in desperate times he might swallow that pride and ask Claudette for help studying, as she’s known for her good performance within their clique.

[seenoversundown]

You're My Wishlist

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (warnings will be towards the end so if you want to skip them) Fluff, Christmas Cheer, Family time, A bit of yearning - which is silly because you got him Char come on girl, Sentimental moments, Cute cute cute, silly post sex comments- we know how Jake is lets be honest. SMUT WARNINGS: Oral (M & F) Hands going places, Unprotected Sex (do as I say, not as I do - WRAP IT UP, KIDS) some light ass related things, a lot of sexy commentary, lingerie, Jake is a MAN 🤭 (Soft Dom)

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: Jake and Charlotte spend their second Christmas together, but lucky for Jake, she has a special present for him waiting at home.

Author's Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS- there was no chance that I wouldn't write something for the festive season, lets be real. I figured since Danny is rapidly approaching his time to shine, and we just left off with these two at Thanksgiving, I may as well wrap up the year with them one more time.

I hope you enjoy it!! This is absolutely not the last you'll be hearing from them- don't worry. They're sweet banter is just what we all needed for the holiday and to warm us up a bit! Okay okay, I can't wait to hear how you feel and I will see you on the other side! 🎄❤️

A Nonsense Christmas - Sabrina Carpenter "You'll be Santa Claus and I'll be Mrs, I'll take you for a ride, I'll be your vixen."

It’s already our second Christmas we’re spending together, and getting to have him with me makes sitting with my parents a little more fun. He came with me last year, and it was one of the first times he really even met them, but thankfully, he’s so quiet and calm that they love him. 

This year is different because his parents decided to extend their little vacation and stay up here for Christmas. I think they missed all the boys last year, so now, we’re spending Christmas Eve with his family and Christmas Day with mine. It feels like we’re married already. 

The logistics of us spending both days together seemed ridiculous in my head— having to drive down and then back but having my car, and it was all just too much. I’m grateful that Jacob is the person he is; he switched the hours he was going to work with Josh so he could get me last night. 

After spending Thanksgiving with his family and then them being around since, today has been much less overwhelming. Getting to hang out with everyone is always so fun, even though we see most of them almost daily. It proves how attached Jacob and I are because we spend the entire time waiting for a reason to be next to each other.

This catches us up to where we are now; I don’t think he’s aware of how attractive he is, even when he’s not trying at all. He decided to wear the same outfit he wore when we kissed for the first time, whether he knew that or did it by accident— regardless, my mouth was watering over him. 

It’s just a flannel and jeans, really, but it’s how he looks in them. I just can’t help but think of how adorable he was that night anytime he wears even a variation of it. He’s actually a lot more covered than usual, but it’s only because of the cold. 

Now I’m standing here with his family, watching him from across the room, and I still get butterflies when I catch him staring back. I slide my phone out, quickly texting him. I know I could just go see him, but it’s more fun this way. 

Me: baby you look so good tonight 😍 

Seeing how he smiles at his phone before glancing at me, that man is mine. Mine, mine, mine. All mine. The smirk on his lips alone makes my knees weak. He looks back to his phone, typing quickly and then tucking it under his leg. 

Jacob 🖤:  just for you, beautiful 😘 

“So, how has work been for you?” His dad’s voice caught me off guard. 

“Oh!” I let slip out. I composed myself quickly and told him, “We’ve been so busy lately, but we were actually given a few days off because of the holidays, so I can’t complain.”

He chuckles to himself before quietly saying, “Hopefully, you get to enjoy your time off.”

With Jacob? Absolutely, I will. 

“How have things been for you?” I ask him. Listening as he tells me how they’re glad they stayed up here a bit longer, I see Jake walking over out of the corner of my eye. 

His arm slides around me, feeling his hand firmly planted on my side, keeping me close to him. I glance over at him, whispering, “Hi.” His little smile is enough of a response for me. 

His dad chimed in, mentioning something about the bar, but frankly, I was too focused on the handsome man I was attached to. 

Watching Jake as he starts telling him, “Yeah, actually, I just—“ 

And that’s about all I heard. I just stare absentmindedly at how his mouth moves when he talks or how he uses his hands. His fingers tap against me every so often as he explains things, but he always squeezes me or rubs my side when he stops. 

He glances over at me. “Well, I’ll let you two finish catching up, I think I’m being put on Santa duty this year.” Pressing a kiss to the side of my head, he carefully lets his hand run over my ass as he walks off.  

Santa, huh?

His mom sneaks over, her voice distracting me, “So, Jake said you’re seeing your parents tomorrow.” 

“Yes! They’re excited to see him, which is sweet.” 

“Oh, I’m so glad they like him,” she breathes out. A small giggle sneaks out of her as she tells me,  “I’m partial to him.”

“No, they love him,” I reassure her quickly. “I wasn’t super worried because he’s so laid back, but my parents being who they are definitely made me concerned for a minute.” My eyes go wide, and a slight cringe on my face. 

“Well, you never have to worry about us,” she says, grabbing my arm gently. “All of us love you and think you’re perfect for him.” 

“He’s pretty great,” I let out. Looking over at him again, I really do love him so much. “Hopefully, he keeps me around.” 

She laughs, which is oddly relieving. “Oh, don't be silly! Have you seen the way he looks at you? You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

“Good,” I giggle out quietly. “That means we get to hang out more, too,” I whisper, gesturing between the two of us. 

Her arm wraps around me quickly, “That’s the best part about it, isn’t it?” 

I find myself watching him as I hang out with his parents and Quinn, just listening to them ask Quinn about school. Even just him sitting on the couch, with the glow of the Christmas tree, he isn’t doing anything in particular other than existing– he’s so fine. I slide my phone out subtly, texting him and then tucking it back under my arm. 

Me: What if i said i want you to unwrap me like a present and play with me? 🥰

I can see him fighting a smile as he peeks over at me, shaking his head subtly. Watching him blush over little things is my favorite hobby. I have found it really precious that even after a year, he still gets flustered easily. 

Jacob🖤: honey 

I send him a little wink before I run off to help his mom with some snacks in the kitchen. Spending time with her during holidays has really become one of my favorite things. She’s quite possibly the nicest person I’ve ever met— her kids are absolutely a product of that. 

She was so welcoming to me, even after the situation when we started dating. It was almost like she knew something must have been going on prior to me having a conversation with her one-on-one. Thankfully, we do get along incredibly well, and I couldn’t wish for a better potential mother-in-law. Just thinking that I could call him my husband one day makes me sweat. 

Wandering back into the living room, I watch him rearranging the gifts closer to where everybody has slowly been sitting down. He grabs the stockings that his mom put together for everybody, setting them with their piles of gifts. It only takes a minute of being himself before I slide my phone back out. 

He spends a few more minutes organizing everything before sitting back in his spot on the couch. He glances over to me, a little smile on his lips. I silently just shake my phone, watching his eyes move down and then grabbing it from his pocket. 

Me: I can put on some tall socks later and you can stuff me instead 🤭

His eyes get wide reading my text, shifting a little in his seat as he rubs his face to help prevent himself from reacting. How is he so—? Looking up at me, but his stare felt different. I swear I could see his pupils dilate from across the room. 

His quiet voice, barely legible through the chatter of everyone else, “Come here.” His hand patted his thigh as he told me, and if anything was going to light a fire in me, it was that. 

His hand slid around my waist as I sat down on his lap; there was absolutely plenty of space that I could just sit next to him, but this was definitely more fun. 

“You’re taking this whole Santa bit seriously, huh?” I ask him quietly. 

His giggle made his body shake a little as he leaned forward. His face turned so only I could hear him. His voice lowered when he asked, “Have you been a good girl?” 

My heart about stopped; oh my god. Without hesitation, I carefully cross my legs, unprepared for him to say something like that. I never expected that to be so sexy. 

“What’s wrong, Honey?” his question taunted, as his hand squeezes my thigh just hard enough to make me sweat. I may tease him through text, but the moment he opens his mouth, I’m done for. 

“Nothing, baby,” I tell him, a small smile forming on my face. “Just excited to give you a present I forgot at home.” 

His eyes bounced to my lips and back before letting out, “Can’t wait.” 

The sound of wrapping paper ripping distracted the both of us quickly. 

The difference between our families is wild to see. I don’t know if it’s because all three of the boys, when they were younger, just couldn’t stomach waiting, but their parents just let them go wild with opening things. I just kind of watch for a second as they’re all handing gifts back and forth and starting to open them. 

My family is way more quiet, and it was only my sister and I, which, given our age gap, made it a lot easier for us to take our time with Christmas gifts. They typically let me go first since I was younger and too excited, but everyone took turns, so it was a drawn-out process in our house. 

Their parents just watched as everyone started opening things, and the loud chatter only got worse with the mix of ‘Thank you’s. It’s easy to tell that they love spoiling their kids, but I think they just like getting to spend time with them since they’re all adults now. Seeing how their parents treat them– it makes sense why all three of them are the way they are.

Unwrapping a gift from his mom, a deep forest green knit sweater sits in my lap. It’s so soft. I looked over at her, and she already had eyes on me, apparently. 

“Thank you,” I tell her excitedly. “It’s so cute!”

She blows a kiss at me, “You’ll have to show me whatever outfit you put together.” She shoots me a little wink before turning to Sam as he starts to tell her something. 

I could just watch all of them interact with each other and be happy about it. The dynamic between all of them is just so loving and sweet. Knowing full well that when the boys were kids, I can only imagine that it was harder. But seeing everybody as adults, and especially since all of their boys now have partners to share the holidays with, it’s adorable to see how their parents act around them. 

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After a bit, everybody slowly started losing steam, so we took the chance to get out while we could. We both knew it would take a minute for us to be able to leave since we had to say ‘goodnight’ to everyone, even though we will see the bulk of them this week anyway.  The drive to my apartment felt like nothing, maybe because I was selfishly excited to just spend time with him alone.

 Staring at him while he drives is a gift on its own. His side profile could be hung in a museum. Listening to his soft little voice after hours spent surrounded by his family, it’s honestly comical how differently he has to speak when Sam and Josh are in the room. It’s not like we don’t see each other enough, but knowing we have to share our time with family, so of course, I’m going to eat up any second I have him to myself. Just getting to enjoy the feeling of his hand on my leg as he drives. But nothing beats the view of his hand gripping the steering wheel. Mmm. 

I’m not always proud of the fact that his hands were one of the first things I fully focused on when I met him, but they’re wildly nice. They’re also fairly large, which is baffling because he’s not a big man by any means. Even just getting a small glimpse of his wrist gets me going, his sleeve sliding down slightly. I don’t know what it is about him that makes this happen to me, but I’m not going to complain.

His other hand flexed on my thigh, watching the way his fingers pressed into my leg for a second, giving it a little squeeze; how he puts rings on when we have plans that aren’t just sitting in the bar because he’s definitely figured out that I’m obsessed with it. But honestly, it’s hard not to be obsessed. He can’t exist without casually touching me, which I still get butterflies from even after a year. The moment he sits in the driver’s seat, his hand searches for mine or my leg. If we’re out somewhere, he’s holding my hand, touching my back, pulling me closer to him so people can sneak by us, but leaving his hands wherever they’ve landed. 

“So, about this gift you forgot?” he softly asks, his thumb grazing over the back of my hand as he does. My head whips over to him– didn’t realize how zoned out I actually was.

I just hum back, “Mhmm?”

“Did you really forget or..” kept his voice low, but the little smirk on his lips sold him out. Oh, that little shit. He probably has spent the last couple of hours trying to decide what it is and, more than likely, is on the right track with it. 

Looking at the time and seeing that we’re almost to my apartment, I make the executive decision to rile him up a little more. 

I let out quietly, “It’s something I wouldn’t want your mom to see.” Reaching over and tuck some of his hair behind his ear so I have a clearer view of his sweet face. Even in the dark, I can see the red creep into his cheeks as it clicks in his brain. 

“I love you,” he giggles out, pulling my hand up to kiss the back of it a few times.  

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Once we’ve made it inside, dropping our bags that Jake insisted he could carry all of. I watch him plop himself down onto my couch, curling up with one of the throw pillows as he watches me put some of my things away. 

“Hey you,” he says, barely loud enough to get my attention. “You can clean tomorrow.” 

Pouting at him, I whisper back, “I only have like two more things.” 

“Well, hurry up,” he giggles, with a big cheesy grin on his face.  “I need to know what this gift is before I lose my mind.” I can feel the excitement radiating from him. 

“Ohhhh,” I teased him. “Just stay there for me– I’ll go get it.” Shooting him a little wink as I scurried off into my room.  

Pulling the lingerie from my drawer— there’s not much to it. Slipping on the bottoms before working on the top. I spent too much time scrolling, trying to find a cute Christmas set to surprise him, and with that, I ended up here. The bra basically just being a ribbon that you tie over your tits, dreading to admit that it is actually kind of cute once it’s on. I step in front of the mirror to make sure the bow is even. Oh, he’s going to lose his mind, regardless. 

Fluffing my hair up a little and reapplying some lipstick, I do one more little spin in front of the mirror before ripping the metaphorical band-aid off. 

“Baby,” I say loudly as I open my door. “Are you ready?” 

“I don’t know, am I?” 

I can’t help but giggle at his little voice. Telling him quietly, “Probably not.” Rounding the corner to my living room where he is. 

“Oh my–” falls out of him. His hand covering his mouth as he mumbles,  “Holy shit, Char.” 

“Worth the wait?” I ask quietly, feeling the blood rush into my face. Something about standing in front of him in this as he just stares at me makes my body feel warm. 

“I– um,” he hesitates as he stands up from the couch, taking a few steps over to me. His hands grab mine, and holding my arms out as his eyes take down my body. “You’re always gorgeous, but this is something.” 

“Oh, let me show you–” I spit out, starting to slowly spin around, still holding one of his hands.  

“Honey, fuck me,” he whispers. Just listening to him fall apart is already fun. “My god.” To be fair— the bottoms do not really cover much… which was probably a little mean of me. 

“Well, I just thought,” I start, stepping closer to him. “Since you work so hard—“ I adjust the collar on his flannel, trying to avoid eye contact with him because I know he’s already struggling. 

He raises his eyebrows but just hums back, “Mhmm.” 

My hands run down his chest as I keep going,  “And you do so much for me—“ I press myself into him, batting my lashes at him a few times. 

“Anything for you,” his eyes soften, but the little smile on his lips is devious. 

“And I love you so so much,” I tell him, running my finger down the slope of his nose and then holding the side of his face. Feeling his hands slide around my waist as I tell him, “You deserved something extra special for Christmas.” 

“Is that right?” He asks, his voice a bit lower. 

“Mhmm,” I hum back before whispering, “Whatever you want.” 

He leans in, kissing me gently before asking,  “You sure about that?” 

I just nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and walking him toward the couch. He sits down, pulling me into his lap. Instantly, his hands are sliding up my thighs.  

I move to straddle him, sitting up on my knees for a second, and I watch the gears in his head start turning. It takes less than a second before the cool air hits my skin. 

“Oops,” he lets out quietly, giggling to himself as the bow comes undone. His hands wrap around my rib cage, pulling me closer, leaving little kisses against my sternum. 

His hands move to grab my ass; his smirk into me is so cute, but it makes me nervous. Watching him not know what to do as he slides his hands up my body, giving my tits a little squeeze. 

I whisper, not to distract him too much, “I love when you’re like this.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes glance up at me as I’m still hovering over him a bit. 

“Mhm,” I hum. Deciding to lean into it a little, I tell him, “You’re always so gentle; it’s fun when you let loose a little.” 

His stare changed slightly, but a little smile crept onto his face.

“In that case,” he lets out, wrapping an arm around me, picking me up as he stands but quickly plopping me back down onto the couch and crawling over me, sliding his leg in between mine, pressing it against me when he leaned down to kiss me. Fighting every urge as the pressure alone already feels good. 

Leaving wet kisses against my neck, working his way down until I watch his face light up as he’s brushing his thumbs over my nipples. A small whimper sneaks out of me, which makes him look up. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks; the tone of his voice makes me shiver. He carefully rolls them between his thumb and index fingers, his jaw going a little slack while he stares at me. My legs twitch around his at the feeling. “Oh, it’s that good, huh?” 

All I can do is nod. My hands reach to grab his shirt, but he’s quick to grab my wrists, pinning them above me with one of his hands. My breathing is heavy as he hovers over me; he just stares at me for a minute. 

“You said whatever you want,” he whispers, leaning in close to my face. 

All I can manage is a small “mhm.” 

He brushes his lips over mine– his smile making my heart race. He lowers his voice when he tells me, “Then be a good girl and let me play with you.”

My hips defy me, grinding against his thigh as a quiet moan slips out. He’s so sexy, oh my god. 

“Oohh,” he coos, taunting me. “You do like when I call you that.” 

I just bite my lip gently as I look back at him. I don’t know what’s come over him but I’m not about to fight it. 

“Thought you got away with it earlier,” he says smugly. “I knew you crossed your legs because I made your pretty little cunt ache.”

My jaw drops at how he’s speaking, letting out a quiet “Jacob.” 

His sweet little laugh as he leans in to kiss me, feeling the smile against me, taking every chance to kiss his cupid's bow until he mumbles against me, “What, honey?” 

“You’re just,” I start, but the way he’s smiling at me makes my brain stall. “Um, you’re so—“ 

His little raspy voice chimed in, “Tell me.” 

I stare at him in awe; Jacob’s never like this, so forward. He giggles quietly at my lack of response, his free hand holding the side of my face, letting his thumb run over my cheek gently. 

“Mmm, that’s okay,” he whispers, his hand sliding down my neck until I feel him lightly trace circles around one of my nipples. He dips down, wrapping his lips around it, following that same circular movement with his tongue. A small groan comes from me at the feeling when he moves to the other side, teasing me the same way but quietly letting out a small ‘mmm.’  His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down the middle of my chest. 

“Keep these here, alright?” he whispers, squeezing my wrists a few times. I nod at him, biting the inside of my lip. Watching as he sat up, grabbing both of my legs and lifting them– blocking any view I had of whatever he was going to do. Until I feel his tongue flat against my clit, sending a shiver through my body. 

His mouth is warm against me, knowing all the right places to be, god he’s too good at this. The moans practically fall out of me when he slips one of his fingers inside. Years of working with his hands really are just a godsend for me– he can ruin my life with minimal effort. 

Pushing my legs closer to my chest, I feel his mouth moving lower. Um.. But he picks up the pace with his hand, and my mind goes blank again. 

“Mmm, baby,” I let out quietly. Feeling the little smirk on his face as he kisses the inside of my thigh. 

Gently biting at it before he tells me, “I have an idea.” 

Pulling me up to him, planting a kiss on me, and whispering, “Turn around for me.”  

I’ve never moved quicker– turning around and leaning down onto my elbows. The feeling of him gently sliding his hands over my legs gives me butterflies. His breath against my skin alone made me feel a bit desperate, knowing that I was littered with goosebumps. 

His lips made contact with my ass, leaving a few kisses on me before he mumbled, “God, I love you.”  

The gasp I let out when his fingers make contact with my clit, almost maddening how he knows just how to move to make everything feel better. Sliding them to feel how wet he’s made me, which he doesn’t have to try for that to happen. Just knowing he’s behind me is enough. 

Moans keep sneaking out of me, which only keeps him motivated. Feeling his free hand grabbing at my ass every so often, always following it with a small kiss until he just spreads me open.. holding it there for a moment. The cool air hit places I hadn’t anticipated, which felt oddly vulnerable. 

“Whatever I want, right?” he asks. 

I glance back over my shoulder slightly, “Mhm.” 

“You’re sure?” 

I give him a slight nod; what is he doing? 

Without hesitation, he flicks his tongue against my clit, making sweet little circles around it. Licking a wide stripe up, finding it harder to resist grinding against him. He lingers there for a second; I swear I can feel that he’s nervous. 

My jaw falls open as his tongue makes contact, not having felt anything like that before. He laps at me like he’s starving and slips one of his fingers back into me, pressing down as he does. Holy shit. 

“Baby– oh my god,” slips out louder than I wish it did. My hands are grabbing desperately at the couch cushion, not knowing what else to do. Truthfully, I’d never been comfortable enough with a man to let him near my ass like this, but Jacob is different. 

Pulled from my thoughts when his hand rapidly started rubbing my clit; the tension from my orgasm building about to burst. His tongue presses harder into me when it hits. A light layer of sweat covers me as my hands death-grip the couch. 

He whispers, “Stay right here for me, honey.” Luckily for him, I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. 

He’s only gone for maybe a minute before he’s sat in front of me, tucking some hair away from my face. He leans in, kissing my cheek a few times, mumbling, “I cleaned up, don’t worry.” I giggle into him, soaking up the feeling of his lips on mine. 

He slides the flannel off and then pulls his shirt over his head with one hand— no matter how many times I’ve seen him do that, it’s still hot. 

“Sit up for me,” he tells me. I turned to face him, still sitting on my knees. My hands flew to unbutton his jeans for him. Dragging them down his legs until his hand is holding my jaw, laughing into a kiss as he finishes pulling them off. “Mmm, open for me, yeah?” 

He stands fully; I can’t take my eyes off him. Watching him as he stroked himself a couple of times, and my mouth fell open like he asked. He slides himself in, and my lips wrap around him instantly. His hands hold the sides of my head as he starts gently thrusting himself into my mouth. 

I keep my eyes on his face— the way his eyes are closed and that delicious little pout of his.  Occasionally, his mouth falls open slightly, especially when he’s hitting the back of my throat gently. Listening to the little moans come from him, he sounds so sweet.

He pulls back completely, leaning down to kiss me— this man I swear. Grabbing me, he just picks me up, turning me to face the back of the couch. Instinctually propping my arms up on the back of the couch, I push my ass into him a little. 

Taking no time, he slides himself into me, slowly pushing his cock all the way in. Maybe he was onto something with the “cunt aching” thing because, good god, I needed that. 

He gently fucks me, his hips moving at a crawling pace. I let out a few small ‘mmm’s knowing that’s what gets him going; his hands squeezing my hips every time. 

“Mmm, my beautiful girl,” he lets out. My heart pounds at his voice. “Taking my cock so well.” 

“Jake,” I moan, unable to hold it in. Where has he been hiding all this? 

He leans over me, kissing my shoulder blade lightly. His hips stop moving for a second— just long enough for him to whisper, “If you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?” And there’s my sweet Jacob again. 

Turning my face, so I can just barely see him. I open my mouth to respond to him, but the only thing that comes out is, “Oh.” His thumb lightly grazes my other hole, sending a chill through my body, and I can feel my face heat up. Why does that feel kinda.. 

“Is that okay?” He asks quietly. 

Shyly I mumble back, “um.. yes.” 

His hips start to move again as he gently adds pressure with his thumb— the moan coming out of me sounds feral. Holy shit. 

Every noise that escapes me makes him snap his hips harder into me. He grabs one of my hands, pulling it back towards him and resting it on his wrist before his thumb starts pushing a bit harder. 

The feeling of it starting to slip in, I can’t fight the gasp I let out. He keeps slowly pushing it further, and I have to admit that it feels good, littering the air with my moans, his hips slamming into me, and he finally slips his thumb into me. My hand grabs his wrist quickly at the feeling. 

“Hun—“ his voice sounds serious. 

My head falls back, the sweat starts forming again, and I tell him, “Baby, I’m close—“

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me up against him but gently moving his hand away. His face tucked into my neck, whispering, “Let me have it.” 

“Come with me,” I moan. 

He snakes his hand down, barely touching my clit, and I can already feel myself about to break. 

“Tell me where,” he says, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. My brain feels fuzzy as I try to focus on his voice, but the rest of him is driving me crazy. 

“Baby— fuck,” I spit out. “Come in me.” My body leans forward a little, my legs starting to shake as my orgasm hits. “Fuck, Jacob. Come, baby.” 

His hips are getting sloppy, and I can feel him release. His sweet moans littered the air, a slew of ‘fuck’s as he came down from it– leaving kisses on my shoulder when I heard him giggling. 

He backs up from me, but I feel something soft immediately covering me. What is he-? Glancing down, he’s holding his shirt against me so I can sit and not mess up my couch. Ew, I love him. 

“What are you on about, giggles?” 

He just smiles at me, shaking his head. 

“Jacob, you’re gonna end up telling me. Spit it out,” I say, laughing with him. 

“Hun, it’s just—“ he starts, cutting himself off with a laugh. I’d watch him smile like this forever, even if I never got the rest of his thought. “How am I supposed to look your parents in the eye tomorrow?” Laughing with him this time, he has a point. 

“It won’t be that bad..” I try to make him feel better. 

He wipes his hand over his mouth, looks at me, and fights his smile when he says, “Honey, please. I just ate your ass and came inside you— at what point is it not that bad?” 

“JACOB,” I bark out, my face heating up as I laugh. 

He walks back over, kissing the top of my head before mumbling, “Come on, you– let’s get you cleaned up.” 

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I come out into the living room after showering, and he’s already sitting on the couch. Just seeing him comfortable and not actively checking on the bar is nice. 

Naturally, I’m crawling into his lap; nothing is better than being close to him. He would just pull me into him anyway. 

“I have something for you,” he whispers. 

“Oh?” 

“Mhmm. Here,” he says, handing me a small present. 

Quickly peeling back the wrapping paper, a small ornament is sitting in my hands. A little gold frame that looks vintage, with a cute picture of us from a date night a few weeks ago. 

We found a little Christmas market that was going on in Portland and of course, they had so many cute background options. This specific photo was one of the last ones we took because we were both cold and getting delirious, which you can tell by the way he squished my face a little in his hand as he kissed me. It’s my favorite one; he looks so happy even if I forced him into a million pictures that night. 

Flipping it over, I noticed that he put the year in the bottom corner but wrote, ‘one more?’ in the middle because I definitely asked him every photo if we could just take ‘one more.’

“Jacob,” I whisper, my throat a little tight at how sweet he is. “I love it— I love you.” 

He kisses the side of my head gently, “I’m glad— I love you so much.” 

I stand up from him, walking right over to the skinny tree I have decorated and rearranged a few things to be able to hang this one up. 

Standing back and looking at it, my eyes tear up a little. I take a deep breath as I stare at it; I don’t know what I did to deserve this man. Feeling his arms slide around me and his face tuck into my neck, pressing a little kiss into the side of it. 

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he whispers, letting his lips rest on my cheek, and I can feel the smile on his face. 

I lean back into him, my heart fluttering because I absolutely just fell in love with him all over again. I turned to look at him, his eyes sparkling from the lights on the tree. Nothing will ever compare to this feeling. If he only knew that he’s the greatest gift I’ll ever get.  I lean in, pressing a kiss against his lips and whispering, “You too, baby.” 

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[loyaishadow]

Rules.

This blog is for roleplay writing. I write in both Polish and English, portraying Bucky Barnes from his military service days.

My initial idea is that my Bucky accidentally time-jumped to the present day. He’d be open to help from other Avengers or OC characters - got a different story idea? Let me know!

I’m happy to chat with anons or other characters - whether through questions or short RP - either on the profile or via private messages.

I also encourage longer RP sessions - after plotting the storyline in private messages, unless you want to surprise me, which is totally welcome!

I won’t hide that my Bucky is a flirt - everyone’s invited to join the "dance" regardless of gender. My character is bisexual and not in a relationship.

I hope we’ll have a great time together. <3

[lufyuu]

(I accidentally deleted the ask last time so bare w me, I'm so sorry anon😓 , it was about how my ocs would react to a trans reader)

Well I'll start with that none of my ocs will treat you differently regardless of the fact you're cis or not! Maybe they have different thoughts of you though

➤Eun Hyunwoo

He probably didn't know you were trans before working with you. He just thought you're a very pretty man<3 I mean, there are feminine looking men in the industry too so it doesn't matter if you're feminine/masculine presenting! He'd be extra careful during sex though, he's not ready to be a father and with your job...it's impossible for you to be pregnant whilst working at the same time. He's also always going to be there for you when the gender dysphoria hits, he doesn't understand it as he himself has never felt it but he'll do anything in his power to make you feel better. He often affirms your gender by calling you all sorts of things. "My pretty boy" is what he loves to say the most. He also loves to refer to you as his boyfriend a lot. And I mean a lot. He's partially flexing the fact that he's dating you too.

➤River Sterling

Mans didn't pay much attention to you before your first meeting, but he had heard about the rumors of you being afab. He brushed it off since it's really none of his business. When anyone talks shit about you just for being trans, he's ready to give them the "shonen background character treatment" if you know what I mean lmao. He's always going to use protection during sex! You're both in your early 20s! No way he's going to be a dad! Loves the idea of it though. He probably once tried to turn you into a cis man, not because he wants you to be one, but it was when you were having major gender dysphoria. He thought he'd be a good boyfriend and give you a dick and balls. Unfortunately, even the powers of a protagonist have their limits. His efforts were still appreciated, though! Loves stroking your hair while calling you "the loveliest boy he's ever met". He's an ass at times but can be sweet when needed!

➤Liu Zihao

Couldn't care less that you're trans. He has a duty to uphold, and that is to punish you for your wrongdoings. Though he does think it's convenient since getting you pregnant would be easier now. Who could blame him for wanting to breed you full of his cum? He's been waiting for you for so long it's only right for him to take what he wants now. He isn't the type of guy to babytrap you though. Gender dysphoria? Now that, you have to explain to him. Despite being in a powerful man both in the political stand and in general, he's only learned about the laws. He doesn't really understand humans. When he does get it though, expect him to be very supportive. Maybe overly supportive. Probably empathizes the word "boy" a lot when referring to you. Not that there's a lot of people he can talk about you to. He just doesn't care what you have under your pants.

➤Han Minho

I'm not sure how this one would work as the way reader met Minho was through military training where everyone was amab but let's say they do meet. Again, doesn't care much. Though he's ready to be a father, it all depends on you whether you want to start a family with him or not. He'd rather your parents know about the situation first before anything that far happens. He doesnt strike as a guy who knows that much about gender dysphoria. Probably awkwardly caressing your back as he tries to again, awkwardly comfort you. "You're a boy..I don't know what's the problem..?", he's trying his best.

[gatheredfates]

It’s been eye opening seeing the discussion around mods here. I don’t participate in RP or go to social events so I never knew the gatekeeping around mods was so pervasive, but I knew about the insecurity with vanilla gpose.

My question is, how do we start making this community better and more inviting? I know one person won’t solve things over night or ever and it’s an uphill climbs, but how do we START?

That's a good question, honestly, and one I think is really multi-faceted! In my opinion, mods are a symptom of an overarching problem within the xiv space as a whole, so making blanket statements around banning and/or cutting them out don't really do anything and serves more as kneejerk response. I really do believe mods have a place when they are utilised properly and for personal joy.

I think the biggest thing a single person can do is keep an eye out for console/vanilla players and advocate for them. It's like I said before in regards to roleplay: if someone is earnestly coming into a space with good-faith intentions, we owe it to them to meet them in the middle with our own and not exclude them on the basis of things they cannot necessarily control.

From a gpose perspective, uplift vanilla creators! I think it's good to uplift creative work in general regardless of tools, and I wish people used the reblog/repost(for bsky/twitter) more, but there's some really great work being done by vanilla gposers and a lot of guides I've personally included on the Compendium about how you can achieve a really pretty gpose if you're limited in your toolset.

From an art party perspective, I think people need to be more considerate of other players and not assume that social media presentation is the norm. Again, I don't really go to art parties (I'm not an artist) but even something like a party host stating on the tin that mare/mods are optional and attendance does come with the caveat that your character may be drawn as their vanilla self may do wonders to help. After all, it's not like a modded player can't put a link in their xiv profile to carrd with their modded screenshots, y'know? But there should be less of an expectation that someone has to jump hoops to see your oc and more of an appreciation they were drawn at all. I'm not about to snuff someone drawing any of my ocs, I'll tell you what SDFJKLGHSDF. I also think, on an individual level, we can hold our friends accountable for their biases around vanilla players when it feels like they're being needlessly judgemental or exclusionary, or even when they're panicking about their own mods not being shown. Again, it's about uplifting people rather than putting them down. Mods don't make a character; the player makes a character through the love, dedication and time they pour into them—whether that is through mod-hunting or spending three days farming an Ivalice top (I'm calling myself out here). It's important that people know that.

From a roleplay perspective, it's kind of the same deal. Ensure within your own spaces/communities that mods feel truly optional. Make an effort to include new people; especially new roleplayers who don't know the ins-and-outs of modding in the scene. Call out biases and remind people that just because a person doesn't have the rp addon or doesn't have mods that they still might be a writer/roleplayer and that the calibre of what they put to paper matters more than personal aesthetic. That goes for how pretty a carrd/website looks, the aesthetic of their tumblr, etc. Not everyone has an eye for colour theory, blocking and everything else that goes into making an artist, but some of those people are fucking fantastic storytellers. Read more short fics and ask replies! Comment on people's word! Express interest in their stories! We're human beings who are supposed to be weird, messy and fun. Invite people to different events and show them what's out there.

I do my best with the spaces that I have, but I have an atrocious timezone for events at the best of times. Just know if anyone ever comes to the Fireside I'm not going to care a lick whether they have mods or not as long as we're having fun in our roleplay.

Beyond that... well, I don't touch a lot of the modding community for the aforementioned reasons. I think that's a far bigger problem than you, I or anyone on this website can solve. The horse has bolted. There's so much decentralization around mods and creators wanting to keep control and potentially make money that can't really be solved. I think as long as people are mindful of the above and don't take mods too seriously, that in itself can be a pushback against it.

[kyanitedragon]

I wasn't sure whether to submit my practically-an-OC-atp au version of Kaneki or my actual Tokyo Ghoul OC, so I decided to just submit both and let y'all pick! Feel free to draw whoever, no preference!

@tokyoghoulartfight2025

[Tokyo Ghoul OC(s) here]

Mint Legs Kaneki:

Name: Ken Kaneki (Dislikes being called his given name "Ken".)

Species: Natural-born Full Ghoul

Age: 18 (As of the start of Tokyo Ghoul. Feel free to age him up or down as required.)

Born: 20th Ward of Tokyo, Japan. Same birthday as Canoneki: December 20, 1992.

Education: Been through the whole public school system of elementary to high school, which is almost unheard of for ghouls. Currently enrolled in Kamii University as a Japanese Literature Major - which is a tough school for humans to get into, nevermind your average ghoul.

Gender: Usually presents as male. Occasionally does drag on queer club outings with Nico. Is questioning being transfeminine nonbinary or a trans woman.

Kaneki’s okay with any pronouns. He/him is default because of how he presents and it's perfectly fine to use, it feels neutral to hear it, no dysphoria triggered. She/her gives her gender euphoria. They/them is rare to hear, and as a result it’s pleasantly ambiguous and relaxing and kinda heightens that middleground fluid space they feel their gender exists in.

Has very little to no gender dysphoria. Has a lot of gender euphoria being feminine, though.

In “girl mode”, regardless whether it’s drag or casual, she has a confidence that’s clear in her body language and voice, but she doesn’t realize it herself.

Appearance: Basically, the design of Oneshot!Kaneki: Black hair, with bangs parted to the right. Grey sanpaku eyes. A small snubbed nose. Pale skin. Broad shoulders.

Height: 178 cm / 5’9”. Nishiki's height, basically. He's taller than Canoneki, by about half a head. Touka reaches just above his shoulders.

Weight: 71 kg / 156 lbs…? I’m bad at weight calculations, sorry. He’s broad and built and is at average to low average weight by human standards. By ghoul standards, where some form of starvation is the norm, he’s considered slightly above average weight. And while he is a bit heavy for a typical human to lift, those who try are surprised to find that he weighs a lot less than he looks.

Blood-type: AB

Kagune type: Rinkaku.

I took Canoneki's centipede kakuja, took off the armored appearance and made it a normal rinkaku, and changed the colors to be based on on a Mint Legs Centipede.

It typically forms as only 2 tendrils, but he can form it as more if needed - the tendrils will just be thinner, if so.

When softened and used gently, the claws are prehensile and can be used almost as fingers of a giant hand to help grip and hold.

When in battle, the claws will stick out and sharpen and will give a mace-club-like effect when swung, doing extra damage.

Alias: Joker, Mukade* — Rate S~

(*Mukade means Centipede and was Canoneki's kakuja name. Here I'm keeping it untranslated, though. So that he can be renamed to Omukade if he ever becomes a kakuja.)

For all you investigators out there? Here’s how his ghoul file appears if you look it up, all the information the CCG thinks they have on him:

(Btw, the human trafficking claim is (mostly) false. He was young and dumb and fucking around with Uta and the clowns and invited to an auction-like ghoul event for fun and far too late realized what it was. The CCG crashed it and saw him there and assumed that because he was a clown, he was inherently involved with all the dirty work.)

Also of note: He has no reported human kills on his file. This isn’t exactly advertised, for obvious reasons, but if any investigator looks for his kill count, they’ll surprisingly find it’s at zero. (Whether they take this as evidence that he’s a morally upright ghoul, or a ghoul who cruelly keeps his victims alive (especially in combination with that "human trafficking claim"…) that’s up to you.)

Likes: Literature, drinking coffee, humans

Favorite Literature: Sen Takatsuki’s The Black Goat’s Egg.

Sexuality: Bi-Oriented Cupio Caed-AroAce. He’s aroace because of relationship trauma (put simply) he experienced at 15. He was allo bisexual prior to this. He still retains a desire to one day have a romantic and/or sexual relationship, and he’s willing to be with any gender, but he no longer experiences any attraction.

Hobbies: Coffee Making - at Anteiku, for himself, for his friends. Reading. Small outings with small friend groups.

MBTI: INFJ

Personality, with friends: He’s quiet by default, but content around the people he cares about. If there’s a topic or conversation, he can potentially not shut up. He’s usually serious, but he does have a playful side. Him and Touka are physically aggressive and a bit rough for playful fun, being ghouls. He's too soft to be physically rough with Hide but they absolutely joke around and throw playful clearly-not-true insults at each other sometimes.

Personality, with strangers: He’s quiet but polite, and a bit socially awkward. He speaks rather formally, sometimes like a book, which might come off a bit odd. He can do eye contact, but doesn’t exactly like it, and will unconsciously gravitate towards looking at other things while speaking. He might look intimidating looking at him at rest from afar - between his build, height, and resting bitch face. He’s a bit stiff and guarded around people he knows are CCG, just barely not to a suspicious degree (He is just coasting-by not being discovered, i stg). He’s slightly looser around ghouls (telling apart by scent) because there’s no danger if his act slips. If threatened by a ghoul, he’ll slip into a mask of power and cockiness. If threatened by CCG, he’ll run, but fight if necessary. He’ll kill ghouls if needed, but refuses to kill humans and even doves, with few exceptions. He comes off as odd to humans and ghouls both, in different ways. While he can manage and function, neither his human or ghoul social skills are the best, and both sides can feel it, and as a result he's not really popular with either species.

He tends to like humans more than ghouls, yet feels safer around ghouls than humans. He’s a black sheep around his fellow ghouls, yet is a wolf in sheep’s clothing around humans. He’s forever caught in this weird mix of feeling like not quite a “real” ghoul, and yet certainly not a human. Another reason why he gravitates so hard towards Touka and Hide - who treat him as just him, where he can exist in a more neutral space, without either human or ghoul expectations.

Despite all his traumas, his life as a ghoul has been “lucky” in a few senses (his education, having blood family still alive even if they suck majorly), and he feels weird about it and tries hard to not come across as gloating or taking it for granted.

How To Get Him To Like You: Be nice and polite, and not pushy. Give him comfortable space to be quiet and awkward without judgement or expectations. Treat him like a person. For ghouls, don’t treat him like he’s a weirdo pacifist. For humans who find out about him, yeah sorry you’re really gonna have to beat him over the head with that “I accept you” stuff. For investigators: calling out a truce, stalemate, “I’m just here to talk!”, etc, will get him to back off and be curious enough for a conversation. If you want to go so far, outright saying you know the CCG has issues will floor him, intrigue him, and probably get him to lower his guard and start cautiously trusting you.

How To Get Him To Dislike You: He's generally pretty chill and has a long temper, so it's a bit difficult to get him to hate you. That said, ghouls cruel towards humans (he accepts ghouls hunting humans so long as you don’t gloat about it or hunt relentlessly), and investigators who torture or look down on ghouls. That also said, he's a big hypocrite. (Cough the clowns cough cough.)

Negative traits: Indecisive. Stubborn. Hypocritical. Willing to turn a blind eye. Unreliable narrator. Sees human lives as worth more than ghoul lives. Has so much self-loathing that he just buries deep inside, and sometimes it comes exploding out when pushed or triggered. He tends to dwell on his negative feelings, making himself feel worse as a punishment. Similarly, he’ll make things sound worse than they are to other people. Avoidance is a major coping mechanism. So is shutting down, going quiet, and pulling back, or straight up running away if bad enough.

Background: His dad died at four years old after being hunted down by the CCG. His mother got lucky in that she wasn’t able to be tracked down, and so she raised her son alone.

Kaneki’s earliest memories are of his mother teaching him how to be human, which wasn't exactly pleasant. He was told the truth about what he was and how the world sees ghouls, with nothing hidden from him.

When he was old enough, he was sent to human public school, starting right at Kindergarten (Year 1). He was quiet and friendless for his first year. Year 2 was when Hide moved there and befriended him. Kaneki tried to deny him, scared to get close to a human. But he still let Hide hang out with him, as a classmate only, because he was admittedly lonely. After a week of Hide’s companionship and feeling like his world lit up with someone else beside him, he declared them as friends. And they’ve been inseparable ever since.

Kaneki grew up incredibly isolated. While he was raised as a ghoul by his mother, he had no experience with greater ghoul culture, with his mother not ever having him meet or interact with fellow ghouls, aside from his aunt. (Read: A very dismissible “Hi, how are you?” when she came to get her allowance from his mom.)

When his mother died at 10, he was taken in by his aunt, and not long after began to be despised and neglected. This came to a head at age 15, where she cut him off food entirely, trying to force him to care for himself. With a guilty conscience and literally 0 experience in the real world, suffice to say this was not easy for Kaneki. While scavenging and being chased off by a territorial ghoul, he was saved by a newly-joined-Anteiku 14 year old Touka. She saw a ghoul her age in need, and brought him to Anteiku, which was her first official act as a member. Yoshimura offered him food and a job, and since then, he and Touka have been ride or die ghoul besties.

At age 18, halfway through his first year out of his aunt’s home, at college, finally on his own… Hide discovered he was a ghoul. And accepted him. And has made it clear since then that he accepts him entirely as he is, the good and bad of being a ghoul, and wants to learn everything. Kaneki’s anxiety and trauma of being abandoned makes this very difficult to truly believe, and difficult to open up, but Hide is patient, and they’re making do with the slow changes to their friendship, becoming closer than ever before.

DOs: OC interactions are more than okay! Given that he's from an AU, I would prefer interactions to be in this ambiguous "crossover" space. You could have him in the canon TG 'verse meeting your oc, or your oc somehow ending up in his 'verse and coming across him.

Interactions with canon are also fine, but similarly please do it in a “crossover” sort of way.

Fluff, hurt/comfort, whump, gore — it’s all good! Feel free to torture him if you want!

I’m a sucker for human/ghoul interactions, playing around with ghoul worldbuilding, and any and all displays of kagune and/or kakugan.

Feel free to queer his gender! Guy mode, girl mode, a mix of both, it’s all good! He would absolutely find it fun to explore fashion and gender expression! (He’d let well-meaning people dress him up for fun, so don’t even worry if it’s not “his style”!)

DON’Ts: Romantic or sexual content. Not because it would be OOC - it wouldn’t - but simply because it’s not MY preference.

[ballena-asesina]

anyways. shoutout to gnc/masc-presenting bi women who selfship. i was thinking about this because pride and yah i hope to see more of this tbh!! excuse a ramble under the cut

im not gonna. tag publicly because i feel silly but. i think it's niiiiice being gnc/masc and a woman. i lean more towards calling myself masc tbh (because of how i tend to dress/present myself + my s/i) and whenever i see a woman who isn't your typical fucking. Girl. i feel so giddy. idk. when someone calls me not a woman or androgynous it feels so nice because i like being your not typical woman. and of course my own family has hit me with the misogynist/transphobic "oh you're [not doing a typical thing as a woman], does this mean you're a guy?" and it's so. so fucking frustrating. and it started when i was young. over me not giving a fuck that i never shaved my legs. HAIR. and i was blatantly told it embarrassed a parent.

and then not liking typical feminine shit was also so disheartening because so often is x-reader content geared towards women just fuckinggg. feminine woman. submissive woman. typical m/f shit that was restricting. and of course i would've loved to put more out but obviously i get burnt out and all that shit. as a masc, 5'8 woman, who doesn't like girly shit, who doesn't typically like to be the doted on and prefers the doting, who doesn't have the ladylike-ness my parents would've wanted— it was disheartening to just always see content geared towards solely feminine or super sexy women.

"what does the bi have to do with this?" masc women are not limited to being butches or masc lesbians. i hope that doesn't sound bad at all, but masc women can be paired with men or women whether those people are feminine or masculine themselves. it's nice to see a masculine woman get loved on from both sides rather than ALWAYS paired with the feminine woman. not dissing anyone but growing up in a misogynistic household where every woman with muscles and more androgynous/masculine features is seen as more man-leaning (ties into the transphobia), it's nice seeing men like women who aren't the damned beauty standard. whether that is body hair, short hair, masc clothing, or have masculine facial features. it's nice to see women get love from anyone like that.

so when it comes to selfshipping and when i finally indulged that in 2022 rather than ocs, it's nice. really nice. to imagine a world where i am liked regardless of how i look and present. because i like being and looking more masculine/gnc. it's freeing. and imagining my favorite characters throughout the years like that makes me happy. indescribably happy.

so when i see selfshippers who are women who are masc/gnc, it makes me happy. especially bi gnc women selfshippers. because it's lovely to see a male f/o love a woman who is not the typical womanly standard when so many men irl will be fucking misogynistic and/or transphobic about women who decide to present differently. it makes me so happy to see that.

but that's all! post-work naptime.

[dragonologist-phd]

Piper - The Knight of Cups

In a chatty mood tonight and I love the OC Tarot Card I got for Piper so much so please enjoy this rambling about the choices and meaning and symbolism that went into it:

The choice of card was the easiest part of this. I mainly used this website to dive into the different meanings, and the description for this one was pretty much made for Piper:

Upright: idealist, charming, artistic, graceful, tactful, diplomatic, mediator, negotiator

Reversed: disappointment, tantrums, moodiness, turmoil, avoiding conflict, vanity

Some other general descriptions from that site that I liked a lot as they pertain to Piper:

Unlike the Knight of Wands or the Knight of Swords, this particular one isn’t charging along with his horse. He is instead moving slowly forward which provides the entire setting an overall impression of peace and calmness.

When faced with an actual decision, the Knight of Cups is going to listen to his heart, regardless of whether this is actually a logical choice or not.

You are able to resolve issues with creative solutions, as well as your emotional connection and awareness of others. You can see solutions that might otherwise remain undiscovered.

When the Knight of Cups is reversed, he can be rather passive aggressive, and full of empty promises. Being a great romantic, many of his tales and his proclamations of love can be over exaggerated.

For the design itself, having Aivu take the position of the knight’s horse was also an easy choice. Aivu is Piper’s loyal companion, one of things that helps drive her forward as an Azata, and a piece of the power in her mythic path, all of which are similar to the meaning of the horse in the original card

This wasn’t even wholly intentional, but I love how the pose turned out so that Aivu’s wings are imposed onto Piper so that you could also view them as Piper’s wings. It emphasizes how connected they are in their powers and how much strength they draw from each other

Piper’s outfit turned out so well here, and I see the combination of the steel breastplate and the long flowing skirt as representing the two versions of herself that she presents to people: the gentle bard and the competent commander. Both roles are true at the same time, and in a way they complement each other

It was also deliberate that despite this being a Knight card, she’s not shown with any weapons. When it comes down to it, the strength Piper relies on isn’t in swords or shields; it’s her voice, her ability to sway people, and her connection to the world around her

Speaking of: the distant world around her is shown as dark, dreary, and forbidding; meanwhile, in Piper’s immediate vicinity, the colors brighten. Grass and wildflowers grow around her, slowly spreading out into the darkness. She’s the bright spot of light and hope in this world, and it serves as a depiction of her role in the Crusades

It’s also a pretty literal depiction of her Azata powers, which bring growth and life to barren places- and of course she has the signature Azata rainbow, which is again both literal and symbolic. The cup in this card represents a message being carried out, and for Piper that message is the promise and hope of freedom that the Azata stand for

One last thing I like about this is that Piper is shown in profile, not fully facing the card; half of herself is still hidden from view. While she seems open, she still has a lot of walls up, and it’s rare for her to show someone all the sides of herself. We see her here as the strong commander, beautiful bard, and hopeful Azata- and even that’s not the complete picture

[hime-bee]

How would your OC's react to a marriage proposal? (the most romantic you can think of)

-🐍

Lucas: Gender roles don't really mean anything to Luc, so whether he or his partner proposes first is fine with home as long as they end up together! Luc would be super happy and a little bashful, especially if the proposal was super romantic and well thought out!

Njero: Extremely bashful. I think he would feel kind of ashamed that MC made their move before he could, honestly. Regardless, it wouldn't bother him for long and he would easily accept their proposal with a smile and a blush on his face 😌

Leumin: Honestly, I'd be surprised if MC proposed before he could- Leu is constantly planning their marriage, honeymoon and all that shit in his head day in and day out, but if MC were to propose first, I think he would pinch himself first. Once he's sure it's not a dream, he'll accidentally shout "yes!!" 😭

Flores: Kind of a mix between Luc and Njero, Flo would be a little bashful but mostly happy! Gender roles don't bother him either, but he'll insist on being the one to get on his knee and present the ring to them in the end 💚

Mikka: He would probably tease them a bit first to see if they're actually serious. Once he realizes they are, then he'll accept their proposal easily with a bright smile. The next step would be him asking how many children MC would want

[werewolf-girlfriend]

ive been enabled so let me share some of my thoughts on how to get ur art noticed online

if u want Engagement on ur posts then i believe that its critical to make people care about ur art. the easiest way to do this is to appeal to something they already care about, like fandom, aesthetics/subculture, current events, having fun (people love humor!). a harder but perhaps more fulfilling route is to talk about ur own ocs and projects enough until people start caring about them too

theres an infinite amount of topics people care about out there so id suggest picking something u already care about urself and channel ur art energy there. trying to make art for the most popular things out there regardless own interests is an exercise in misery, id advise against it..! if im allowed to get superstitious for a moment, i do believe that even untrained eyes can tell whether a piece of art was fun to work on or a chore. and besides! if ur having fun then its easier to create more, and the more u create the more chances ull have at getting lucky and having a post seen :)

on a very related note, art is a way to communicate ideas so the quality of the idea being presented in a piece of art is paramount to how popular a post will be. what i mean by this is that technical skill isnt the primary determinant of a posts popularity. if all your posts are portraits of original characters then people will have a hard time connecting with your posts and theyll keep scrolling, even if those portraits are masterpieces! the major exception to this is probably other artists, who ive found usually have a greater appreciation for the technical side of art (we can only speculate as to why..!)

lemme finish by saying that making popular posts and being good at art are two entirely different skillsets, ive seen many incredibly skilled artists with jack shit for notes because they dont give people a reason to care about their stuff NOT TO MENTION its a huge game of luck whether a post will get seen. so dont go insane in pursuit of recognition!

(i dont want to make this post too long so ive included examples from my own art and their note counts with my analysis after the break)

hello and welcome to the extracurricular segment to this post :) i bring yall two pieces from my art blog @werewolf-artfriend:

here we have a portrait of my fursona that im still proud of and a sketch suggesting "what if sniffers (from minecraft) were the size of mountains?" (let it be noted that the sniffer sketch was posted right during the minecraft mob vote = peak interest in the subject of sniffers).

the portrait at the time of writing has a crisp 30 notes, whilst the sniffer sketch has over 2000 notes. from the same artist, on the same blog, posted only a few months apart. i believe this is a good example both of the power of a piece of art having an interesting idea at its core AND of a piece appealing to the interests of the masses

this is of course just two convenient example posts, but i have experienced fan art of popular topics getting thousands of notes a couple of times now, amidst my other furry shit that these days get around 200-300 notes in comparison

this may sound like a really long winded way of saying "fan art make the world go round" but i just want to point out the nuances that

1) it matters what u make fan art of: if a fandom is small or dormant (waiting on new canon content for example) then clearly less people will be excited about the fan art you make. dont expect 10k notes on ur post if the average recent post in the fandom gets around 200 etc etc

2) it doesnt have to be fan art! ive also had some of my bird art get thousands of notes because people simply like birds :) and this applies to ANY topic people care about! the world rly is your oyster on this one

anyway i think ive started rambling dhgdjhgd thanks if u read this far! i hope i got my point across! and if ur feeling down about ur art not being seen then just keep at it okay! keep creating and keep having fun! keep sharing ur ideas and perspectives with the world and ur audience will eventually find u! i love you!

[simplegenius042]

Late WIP Wednesday, OC NSFW Sheet & OC SMASH or PASS Poll

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WIP Wednesday for my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and an NSFW sheet + an OC SMASH or PASS poll for Silva's half-sister Elsa Omar from The Silver Chronicles. Read and decide under the cut:

Got a snippet from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, specifically my FO3 WIP. Amata awakes from a nightmare, and unfortunately Alph isn't present to comfort her. Although things are tense between her and her fellow travel companion Ress, things are surprisingly undisturbed between them. Read below:

Amata awoke with a startle, chest heaving as she looked around the trailer for her tormentors. She expected the cold, disappointed gaze of her father glaring down at her, or perhaps Stevie Mack sadistic grin, or feel the hungry, prying hands of the Andale families that he dropped her into.

Finding neither men nor the vile family, she flopped back onto the dirty mattress as she covered her face, trying to take calming breaths as the terror regressed from the corners of her mind.

She felt hot, hair and forehead damp with sweat, shirt clinging to her body like wet toilet paper.

She glanced at the trailer's square windows, only seeing the dark sky, no sun in sight.

She frowned and brought her pip-boy to her face. The faded green light of the screen was enough to make her tired eyes squint as they adjusted. She noted that it was early in the morning, early enough that the sun wouldn't be up for another five or so hours.

Amata huffed as she brought the screen away from her face. She glanced to the exposed doorway to see Ress laying on top of the picnic table she dragged over. Amata noted the shades the Bishop woman adorned to her face, and shoved away the thought questioning why she'd where them in the dark.

The woman hardly made much sense to Amata; from her unnatural platinum blonde hair to her arrogant, apathetic attitude to the incredulous impossibility of her abilities of unknown origin. Amata learned radiation could do many things, and she knew manipulating energy could not be one of them.

And yet, she's helping me look for Alph, Amata reminded herself. She still couldn't figure out why Ress would go out of her way of helping her, considering her previous words some time after she held them hostage as her guides.

She shook her head, clearing those thoughts. Regardless of whatever reason Ress possessed to aid her, Amata was glad that she had some powerful protection against the hostility of the Capital Wasteland.

The shootout between the raiders and super mutants from yesterday being the most fresh example on her mind.

Amata debated on whether she should return to sleep or not. Usually she'd seek out Alph whenever she had a nightmare, dating back to when they were kids inside the Vault. Simpler days... easier days.

But Alph isn't here right now, she grimly remembered, He's in a hub full of those fucking slavers. All because he put my safety above his own.

That was quite a pattern Amata seemed to be repeating; finding herself in some trouble and then needing to be protected and saved. Like with Springvale, like with Andale, and recently Evergreen Mill.

This time, neither her nor Alph had Ress to bail them out at the time. And now Alph was suffering the consequences of her inadequacy.

Knowing she'd find no peace in her slumber, she instead decided to get up to get some fresh air.

Ress' resting spot just happened to be where she needed to get said fresh air.

Ress didn't immediately acknowledge Amata, though the younger of the two wasn't foolish to believe she just didn't hear the vaultie.

Amata exhaled into the cold air as she pretended to admire the morning sky, although a morning sky was better than no sky in her opinion.

"Rough sleep?" Ress inquired from where she laid on the table, head tilted towards Amata's direction.

A breeze brushed past, the chill causing a shiver to wash over Amata's body. Regretting leaving her jacket in the trailer, she answers Ress with a nod and murmur.

Amata saw that Ress nodded slowly, one expensive slacks tapping against the other. "Bad dreams?" She guessed, though not unsurprising to Amata.

"Yeah," Amata said lowly, rubbing her hands together as she tried to generate enough heat to support her entire body. She didn't exactly want to talk to Ress about it, even if she was seeking at least another's presence.

Ress leaned up, left fingers suavely taking her shades off. Her piercing blue eyes focused on Amata, before breaking the focus to brush her hand over her long hair.

Tapping the hilt of her slacks against the table leg, and smacked her lips together. Amata had noted that Ress was taking time in piecing her words together this time.

"The Capital Wasteland sure is something," Ress began, wringing her wrists, "Chaotic and hostile and full of conflict."

Amata only nodded along, both out of habit and having learned from experience the Wasteland's environment.

"Though this place is only a corner of the world," Ress stated, "My brother's been all over the states. Contrary to what you vaulties may believe, the country isn't actually like this."

She gestured to west, a twinkle in those blue eyes, "California's developed a new republic that's been around as long as Ore has been."

She gestured north, Amata followed the direction obediently, "Boston's apparently doing quite well compared to the likes of Orleans and Oklahoma. Not thriving like California but certainly not a dead zone like our neighbor West Virginia."

Amata listened closely, absorbing what little information she could infer from Ress' words, "This may be one of the less appealing areas, I know, but once you find your way to other states, it'll be like this place to be another passing memory."

Amata scrunched her face, though she wasn't entirely discomforted by Ress words.

"Whether my word means anything or not, I just want to make sure you know one thing right here, right now," Ress says as she stares into Amata's caught gaze, "I won't let you down. I'll get Alph back for you, alive and in one piece."

Here's my Captain of Security Ezekiel's NSFW Chart that no one asked for. Be sure to see the information of his mutual lover in the SMASH OR PASS section too:

SMASH OR PASS

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

ELSA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

[NOTE: Elsa is supposed to have natural blonde hair, something she inherited from her father, Adam Omar (for better or worse considering how shitty of a person he is)]

QUICK FACTS:

HEIGHT: Around 5'5.

Age: 25 (if she was alive in 2018)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Polyamorous Bisexual

PROS:

Elsa's got a successful business in floristry and is very well-off (which may or may not involve her less-talked about methods of attaining finance).

Dominant Feminine Aura radiates from her.

You want affection? Don't bother saying what type she'll give you it all.

She's a flirt, a wooer, a love-bomber and just about knows all the ways to court you like a gentlewoman (and get you hot and bothered... as well as wrap you around her finger).

Actual comedian (potentially learned from one of her financial gigs?).

Knows all the dirt on everyone and the hottest gossip (hot out of the oven kind of gossip).

You want to try scary new things? She also wants to try scary new things.

Quite an intelligent, cunning adapter.

Social etiquette and fashion queen and occasional rule-breaker (but no one can prove it).

Bisexual goddess honestly.

Very experienced in the bedroom, so rest assured you're in good hands if you've got none. She'll be gentle, don't worry. (And if you like rough, rest assured, in spite of her medical condition with her bones, Elsa HAS creatively found many ways around that which can satisfy both of your wants for a little roughness).

She's got connections. Legal trouble? She's got her godsend lawyer pal Gavin Turquoise to bust you out of court swiftly and cleanly. Social reputation under fire? She'll endorse you and shame the non-believers. Being messed around with by some punks? Ningún problema, she's got her older hermana Silva who'd do anything for her litter sister.

Fun aunt so if you have any nephews/nieces she can give you a hand.

Wine aunt (also knows all the good alcohol).

PDA and compliment dependent.

If you're wanting to go up and talk to her but are intimidated by the sheer elegance and divinity of this walking goddess, no need to worry, you've got the ultimate encouraging wingman who's got your back... her boyfriend! (Ezekiel, if he's around, who've you recently read some intimate info above. His kinks can be a window to what she's also into).

"They ordered no pickles!" kind of girlfriend.

Will punch a jerk for you (avoidance of this is highly recommended though).

She'll accept you as you are, and will accept whatever changes you go through too.

Expect to be roped in some prank wars with her and Ezekiel.

100% okay with being friends with benefits or a one-night stand. You don't have to pursue a romantic relationship.

CONS:

Okay now time for the tough to swallow shit.

Dating Elsa is asking for a lot of trust issues, questions over the genuineness of her love towards you and her manipulative, multi-masked, self-centered selfishness, and egotistical bullshit.

Elsa is someone who pretends to be one way with you and another with others.

It may not be obvious, but Elsa craves attention, and wants to fuel more of her inflated ego, and will use you as a way to get that (okay, but that is legitimately Adam's fault right there, with his parental favoritism of Elsa over Silva. Yeah she knew he was a dangerous monster of a man and the shittiest person alive, but spending almost two decades with the man, Silva's presence and absence notwithstanding, will have affects especially when her strongest moral compass wasn't present to protect and nurture her, albeit not by choice).

Just because you may be amongst her lovers, does not mean your value goes above her family (Silva and Persephone), but if you're lucky enough you may end up amongst Ezekiel's level of importance to Elsa.

Elsa may be doing illegal shit and there is a chance she might frame you for it (if only to avoid being scolded by a disappointed Silva. Like if she went to prison, she'd be fine, it's just Silva's approval and her dependence on Elsa is not something Elsa is willing to compromise). But she generally doesn't do that with people she likes (those she dislikes on the other hand...)

Elsa's impulsive daredevil shenanigans are extremely stressful to deal with considering the severity of her physical condition.

Much like her older sister, Elsa will not talk about her past, and will outright fabricate a non-existent one without hesitation.

Probably knows therapy exists but chooses not to go because she doesn't believe she needs it.

Knowing Elsa may put a target on your back (whether it be the Congregation of Adam's Guard or whoever she's pissed off now).

Girl will gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss her way out of the "be a nicer and more considerate person" even if it's to you. You cannot “fix her”, she’s happy as is.

Toxic. Silva is 100% unaware of this fact (as far as she knows her little sister is just a little troublesome at times) and Elsa intends on keeping it that way.

If you're rich or influential (like say... Joseph Seed), she will one-hundred percent scheme a way to either steal the inheritance (which may or may not involve murder) or take your power for herself, all through the art of seduction, deception and backstabbing.

Either-Either

She doesn't want kids. Or to raise one either. She helps Silva with Persephone because that's how much they mean to her. Though she can tolerate being a babysitter and aunt-figure, actual motherhood is a no-go, not just because she can't have kids herself (a personal choice of hers), but because she's generally disinterested in the idea of raising children. Motherhood, or parenthood in general, is something she mostly doesn't want to be associated with, which is perfectly fine (unless you want kids and have managed to achieve a long-lasting relationship with Elsa).

She's not interested in marriage either. The idea of, in her own eyes, being tied down in any shape or form is something she deeply resents, especially if it's overlooked by an authoritative force that declares it official (either it be lawful or religion). Perhaps that's one of the reasons she has an affinity towards Ezekiel, as they share similar ideals with one another. He's just more chill and down-to-Earth.

Open Relationship; she's not tied down with you and you're not tied down with her. Cool for those who don't want to be restricted to just a relationship with her but not so much for those seeking a closed relationship.

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[lagooneah]

I hate being too negative on here but this whole situation is wildy frustrating and I just wanted to speak on it.

My opinion on this weird ass, random one-sided beef between Kali Uchis and Sleep Token (As a member of the Latin community and a fan of both of their music)

So... I'm just gonna say that regardless of ANYTHING, that was an absolutely insane accusation to make- and it was especially insane that she couldn't even back it up, and just backpedaled when no one agreed with her.

Blackface, to my best knowledge, is the act of lighter-skinned people wearing dark makeup in an act of trying to appear like Black, dark-skinned people. It's usually coupled with offensive stereotypes, speaking in certain ways, all to mock Black people and culture.

A couple of examples:

Sleep Token is an English Alternative and/or Rock band, that's band members choose to hide their identities behind masks. Sleep Token are said to be "the mortal representatives of the ancient deity known only as 'Sleep', led by the masked and cloaked figure appointed 'Vessel' ... the master creator behind the music." (Sourced from Basick Records) meaning that they are NOT representing people, but instead embodying something otherworldly.

Here is an example of them:

As you can see, their faces are covered by masks, their bodies are painted black, but painted completely, or in a somewhat washed/melted fashion. They dress in a more grunge style, and they don't represent or describe themselves as people, let alone people of color.

So HOW would this be blackface?

The definition of blackface doesn't align with anything that they stand for or that they are representing. They are closer to OCs (Original Characters) in a fictional realm than black people. So why would she say this?

Well, unfortunately, the only evidence I can see supporting her reason for doing this is her not reaching Number One in the Billboard Charts.

Now I get maybe being a bit upset for not reaching the top, understandable, this is your career, and you want to be recognized. But to target JUST the Number One Spot (when there are two other people ahead of her, so she wouldn't have gotten number one even if Sleep Token wasn't there), which is from a genre and band that not only marks their FIRST Number One Album EVER, but also marks one of, if not the longest time a hard-rock album like their's has ever been up that high, feels a bit... Much.

As an artist who's had multiple high-awarding singles, earned a handful of awards (including a Grammy), and been a pretty steady presence in Music and Latin Music- going as far as to say that the Number One Artist at the time is committing something as incredibly offensive as Blackface with no evidence to back it is downright distasteful. To quite literally "shit" on Sleep Token as a band and pretty much dismiss their achievement as musicians with this accusation and refusal to at least play nice and let them have it, is pretty petty and VERY MUCH hater behavior.

It's even worse when the only reason that she seemed to backtrack even a LITTLE was because no one was agreeing with her, and that even many from the Black community defended Sleep Token and corrected her on her view on what blackface is. Some even going as far as to think, "Is this how you see black people?" Which is a strong accusation that I agree with- because HOW did anything about their aesthetic, how they presented, or their stage presence give Black people to you???

If anything- Kali Uchis is more up to debate on whether or not she's engaged in colorism due to her aesthetic and apparent makeup change that brought her from soft and light skinned to more tanned and "browner".

Example here:

But that's not the issue- nor is it my place to say that she is for doing this for some kind of "dark-skinned beauty" gain because I think it is valid that she could just be getting more comfortable in her own skin and moving away from the colorism that light skinned people tend to uphold.

The only reason I bring that up is because this current situation not only makes her seem wildly uneducated in this topic, but it also feels hypocritical, an attempt to gain support from darker skinned communities, or even more like projection.

If she was really bothered by racism/race issues, she'd have a problem with Morgan Wallen (an actual known racist) being up there ahead of her. And that's all that needs to be said about that.

I could go on about accusations and issues people have with Kali Uchis, but I don't want to bring up a thousand old things for a situation that SHOULDN'T have been such a big deal. The issue here (imo) is that Kali Uchis was WRONG for that accusation, insensitive to the Black community for that accusation, and seemingly not even humble enough to allow a band that, though trending, is not nearly as popular or recognized as her and worked hard to even get this Billboard chart rating, to be recognized and allowed that small glory.

Regardless of your music taste, everyone on that list got their ratings for a REASON- because they earned it with their musical contribution. Regardless of if you like Kali over Sleep Token, or the other way around, you can't change the ratings, you cant change that it happened, and hating on either side gets us no where but a petty fight between fanbases that's artists have NOTHING TO DO WITH EACH OTHER GENRE WISE. What Kali Uchis did was blatantly one-sided, and for that, I hope she takes accountability for (though it doesn't look promising, as she's only backpedaled and not actually apologized).

And one final thing, when it comes to her backpedal and "apology", to use excuses like- "I never want to take or discredit anything from anyone", "im very happy for anyone who can make something of themselves in this world", "I dont know what's going on with other people", etc etc, only highlights how out of place and out of pocket the statement was?

Firstly, you already discredited him and his band mates when you made such an accusation. Appearance is important, and your innaccurate statement could've really hurt their image to the point where it could be detrimental to their career, potentially PREVENTING them from making something of themselves (which you should know, since you said its very difficult to be a musical artist- and i only assume being of color and a women contributes to that)- and the icing on the cake, you didn't know what you were looking at with his image, and instead of looking into it, you just called it blackface- which by the way Kali! Isn't just when someone paints themselves black, PITCH BLACK- even his lips and eyes and hands are covered in black, which ISN'T HOW PEOPLE DOING BLACKFACE WOULD PAINT THEMSELVES- you simply accused him, backpedaled when no one agreed, and NOW not only did you potentially hurt his career, you could've hurt yours just now by not appearing educated in this topic and making such a bold accusation with NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT.

All it takes is a Google search, all it takes is a little "I made an uneducated statement, and for that I'm sorry and will do better", all it takes, is a little accountability and self-education. Please be better people 😭🙏🙏.

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

WEEBS!!

okay i was inspired and though anxious regardless- here are my…

Kaiju no. 8 OCS!!

i usually try and write a mix of both x reader and oc content but in all honesty i’m way better at it whenever i have a clear vision of who the character is in my brain so here is who i’ve been picturing!

you’re of course still welcome to picture x reader with any of my kn8 fics but for those who like ocs here you are! they’ll both be set in the same world just different divisions and love interests 🥰

HEAVILY featuring wifey Mina, big brother Narumi, and Rin the rizzler 🩵

also i will be yapping a lot so just prepare yourself-

(also NO character image because i can’t find ANYTHING that isn’t ai and i can’t draw worth shit so- i will let you picture whatever you want 😅🩵) (hair colors are also alluded to <3)

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Name: Dr. Aria Ashiro

Age: 25

Height: 154 cm

Birthday: July 16th / Leo Sun / Cancer Moon / Scorpio Rising (no she will never know peace)

Occupation: Previous head of the scientific department for the Third Division and Engineering specialist

Backstory: From middle school to university Aria has always been known as a brainiac. Originally from England she moved to Japan whenever she was 16 to study underneath the JAKDF and immediately stunned them whether it was with her intellect or her ability to say whatever the hell she wanted whenever she wanted. Mina was smitten the moment she heard her, though under the watchful eye and influence of her professor, rattling off a series of facts about a plant kaiju emergence in an urban area and then promptly getting attitude with a then lower level officer Gen Narumi for yawning in the middle of her presentation without hesitation. Though underestimated by her peers at first, she simply didn’t take shit from anybody, something Mina really admired.

There was one issue though, well, a few issues maybe. She’s incredibly chronically ill. Starting off with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis that progressed as she got older and then a diagnosis of POTS that only made it worse. One of the worst symptoms was the autoimmunity, leaving her body essentially attacking itself. Nevertheless she fought against almost all the odds in the book until recently.

As for her relationship with Mina it couldn’t have been more meant to be if they tried. She was 18 whenever Mina was more or less thrust into saving her from a kaiju that had unknowingly regenerated whenever she was sent onto the field to collect samples for the science division. Though honestly Mina would be lying if she said she hadn’t argued her way into making herself be the person to take out the kaiju that had regenerated on her. After checking in on her in the infirmary though she felt surprisingly confident and finally let herself confess.

Headcanons/Fun Facts/Likes:

- Their first date was a skate park date, probably odd considering Aria injured her ankle during the Kaiju regeneration but she was down nonetheless, mainly because she thought a girl who skated was sexy.

- She discovered she wanted to be a scientific engineer through her obsession with legos, one that has continued on through this day and now the Ashiro penthouse is ALL decked out with massive lego sets.

- Rin once tried to flirt with her at a banquet for the defense force right after her and Mina got married and Mina was NOT having it. Though this was largely because she wanted to keep their wedding secret for a while considering the fact that for a while, while unattainable, Mina was one of the most eligible bachelorettes in Japan.

- Though she’s such a loved public figure, Mina’s not very active on social media BUT whenever she got married her account basically turned into a fan account for her.

- Works heavily with Izumo Tech on the custom weapons, they don’t make shit for the third division without consulting her first and despite the fact she’s retired they still frequently communicate with her through different designs with ammo and weapons.

- The third division originally wanted to go all out for their wedding (aka Soshiro) however they both ultimately decided they wanted something more quiet. Nevertheless though Soshiro was totally the best man and he walked Mina down the aisle and yes Bakko was absolutely the flower girl. They also had a cherry blossom wedding and Mina totally cried whenever she saw Aria walking down the aisle. Some of the officers in the third division say it was the first time they ever saw her show that much emotion.

- Mina proposed first though it was definitely unorthodoxed. She asked just about everyone she knew for advice but in the end she ended up just rolling out of bed one morning and asking her that way.

- Whenever Kafka became an officer and spilled that him and Mina were childhood friends people always wondered if she was jealous but in all honesty she really isn’t that much of a jealous person (Mina is for sure like MEGA JEALOUS). She actually really really admired him and probably fought the hardest to keep him alive because she’s definitely not afraid to stand up for herself.

- She did always highkey wonder if Mina and Rin had something at one point but jury’s still out 🤷‍♀️

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Name: Iris Narumi

Age: 23

Height: 152 cm

Birthday: February 4th / Aquarius Sun / Sagittarius Moon / Gemini Rising

Occupation: Medic for the first division / Artist

Backstory: With her and her brother’s parents dying whenever they were just kids, it was sort of up to Gen to raise his sister. Though his behavior showed the exact opposite, much like the two siblings dynamics. Gen was the ‘nightmare’ to have in class whereas Iris was the ‘delight’. All of that being said though whenever he was ostracized from an orphanage she tended to follow suit. She really hated him for it for a while, so whenever he was discovered by the defense force running back towards the orphanage to grab some toys the kids had forgotten, including her own, she didn’t mind him leaving for a while. Nevertheless though despite their estranged relationship he still sent her money with each of his paychecks so she could finally afford to actually get things she wanted.

Things had actually been going pretty well though until she turned 17 and the orphanage and the defense force both determined it would be safer for her to transfer and stay with him. Essentially kissing a lot of her art dreams goodbye to become a medic.

Headcanons/Fun Facts/Likes:

- Narumi was actually the first person she came out to and he was next level chill about it. He just paused his game, shrugged and said ‘Cool’ and went back to playing. (Also probably because he doesn’t exactly think he’s the straightest person either.)

- You would think it but whenever it comes down to the romance aspect of his sister’s life he is ALLLLLL about playing matchmaker. He’s protective, for sure, he’d kill anyone that hurt her in one strike but he would actually love it if she found someone. Mainly so that way she could find other friends besides him.

- Whenever he found out that Iris had a crush on Rin he was THRILLED actually. He made it his personal goal to be her wingman, even if it means embarrassing her in order to get Rin’s attention. It definitely helps though that Rin likes herself a bit of a helpless nerd. Even though any time she’s remotely sore Narumi’s immediately like ‘oh you better go see my sister in the infirmary.’

- Narumi would send her part of his paycheck whenever she was still in the orphanage and living without him so she’d still be able to buy anything she wanted. She was too afraid to spend it though so he was honestly horrified to see how little she had whenever he picked her up to take her back to base. She saved all of it.

- Because Narumi is so lazy whenever she isn’t working in the infirmary she gets roped into doing a lot of the technical jobs of captain which she complains to Hasegawa about a lot. But soon she found out that that meant she gets to watch some of the officers while they train.

- Narumi roped her into dying her hair like his so people would assume more that they were related. His subtle way of trying to give her more status and keep her protected within the defense force. However he ended up being jealous whenever he found out she pulls it off way more than him.

- Lowkey the first division’s sweetheart. Half of the time the officers would go to the infirmary with bullshit injuries and the most ridiculous excuses ever just to see her, something she was completely clueless to until Rin let it slip what was going on. This inspired her to step in because the moment they saw she was sitting with Iris it stopped (the bitch can be scary).

- Since she was a kid the way she showed her love was by drawing portraits of people and he won’t ever tell anybody but Narumi has kept every single one. Rin also isn’t a stranger to being obsessed with herself either so naturally she found it oddly adorable whenever she found out.

- Has an art account on instagram which honestly BLEW UP whenever she started working for the first division and people found out she was Gen Narumi’s little sister. Made her anxious as hell though so she ultimately decided to make it private.

Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

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i posted about my ocs now its time for urs. gun emoji. this is a threat -💥

IM BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT TO TALK ABOUT LUCKY CARAMEL?? OH NO! I BETTER YAP OR ELSE

So. For those uninitiated with my spiral into crk, it started with me picking up from where I left off 3 years ago. Which was at the final levels of Crispia chapter 8. I throw my suddenly plentiful resources at the gacha, get some good cookies, level them up, and smash through Bachlomath to get to chapters 9 and 10 of Crispia.

I stopped RIGHT before the kingdom, levels, and introduction of some of my favorite character tropes ever appeared. But that's fine because that means now I have Black Raisin and Pure Vanilla and the entire Vanilla Kingdom as my playground >:3

cue: OC time! Lucky Caramel Cookie!

There's a lot of guesses to who and what Lucky Caramel is: a ghost of a citizen of the Vanilla Kingdom, a free echo from Dark Enchantress's spell, a trick or a curse, or just a story taken too seriously? She doesn't know. Before Gingerbrave and his friends, Healer Cookie, and the forces of Darkness came to the Vanilla Kingdom, she had never met another cookie. Never seen this place, this kingdom, in any state other than destroyed. She hadn't known she existed, before speaking with them.

Regardless of what she is, Lucky Caramel has the chance to learn about the world now! As long as there's someone around who knows she's present, she can start to learn about the world. She knew about it, technically, through hundreds of years spent teaching herself to read the extensive collection in the Tower of the Wise, learning about cookies and their lives through stories. Whether they were fact or fiction was unknown, but the shapes and strings of cookie lives were FASCINATING to the cookie who would become Lucky Caramel.

She's a sort of emotional and political support to Pure Vanilla- she sees him as the hero from a story, one who loses everything but still has to keep going, but she knows from her stories that a hero is doomed to fail if they face everything alone. Considering Pure Vanilla already lets her closer since she may be the last- not living, but at least remaining- Vanillian citizen, Lucky Caramel does her best to not let him face every trial alone. That's easier said than done when she fades from memory quite often, however.

She's very much a subtle OC-self-insert but not meant to really change the story, just develop along with it as I played through the story. She plays politics during the Council of Heroes, stays back during the rest of Cookie Odyssey watching over the Vanilla Kingdom, but does go to Beast-Yeast where she learns she's capable of dying (previously didn't know she was capable if she's a ghost! :D) because Shadow Milk thinks she's in the way of making Pure Vanilla shatter. Then we get into OC timeline territory with Lliw's characters and others from the Frogship collaboration! :D

does this satisfy you 💥anon? have I talked enough? can you lower your weapon? 🥺