#she's having to deal with me trying to explain how i'm seeing colors to them

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Huge thanks to hattiemagix for commissioning this!

Doey & motherly fem reader

★ When Doey first met the reader, he was immediately wary of her. Her kind nature was unfamiliar and he couldn't tell if it was an act or not, it made him suspicious. Even though he liked it when you were around he tried to keep his distance. Can you really blame him? He’s met a lot of people who’ve pretended to be nice, only for them to end up hurting him. 

★ Doey tested the reader's boundaries to see if her kindness was genuine. Slowly challenging her patience. "Let's see how long she can keep this up," he thought, observing her reactions closely. Shurely she would slip and show her true colors. 

★ Even though it was a tad annoying, you were still patient with him. You never raised your voice or showed anger, even when he was acting difficult. Whether it was explaining something for the hundredth time or dealing with his defensive attitude, you remained steadfast in your kindness. 

★ He started to realize that the reader genuinely cared for his well-being. Something he’s not at all used to. Doey never expected to meet someone, an ex-employee no less, who would try so hard to make him feel safe. He misses having someone to look after him, it's been so long, he almost forgot what it's like to be cared for. 

★ After that he quickly got used to you, your presence became a comfort. As the days in the factory slowly passed he grew even closer to you. Soon enough he started seeing you as an adoptive mother. But he decided to keep that to himself, for now at least, he wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.  

★ If anything were to happen to you, he would be devastated. If you need to leave the Safe Haven, Doey becomes visibly anxious. He begins clinging to you, reluctant to let you go. He asks you to make a promise to stay safe and be careful. The thought of losing you fills him with dread."Promise me you'll be careful, okay? I need to know you'll come back safe” 

★ After defeating the Doctor and the Prototype you bring him, and many of the other toys, home with you. Because of course you had to bring Kissy, Poppy and those who called the Safe Haven home out of the factory where they were starving. 

★ Doey feels a mix of emotions—relief, uncertainty, and a bit of excitement—as he steps into the reader's home "This is... home?" he asks, looking at the various objects you have hung up and strewn about. “Of course” you declare, looking at him as he turns his head. Doey’s expression unreadable, “that is, If you want it to be.” you quickly add. 

★ And of course he stays with you! Where else would he go? He's so attached to you he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. By this point, it was clear as day that he needed you around. The way he beams when you compliment him or how he always lingers by you gave it away.

★ After spending the past 10 years in the abandoned shell of a factory, Doey is very eager to make up for lost time. He's really excited to try something new. You take the opportunity to teach him various domestic skills. His new favorite thing is baking with you!

★ He still has nightmares about the factory. When Doey wakes up from a nightmare he's immediately disoriented and filled with fear, the trauma of the factory still lingering in his mind. His breathing is heavy and a sense of panic is overwhelming him. His panicked cries always wake you up.  

★ You’re quick to comfort him, rushing to his side and hugging him close "It was just a bad dream. You're okay, and nothing can hurt you here." your gentle touch helped to ground him, "It's okay, Doey. I'm here. You're safe now." it's working, because now his cries have dissolved into a quieter whimper.

★ To help Doey calm down, the reader reaches for his favorite book, "The Adventures of Word Wizard." She knows how much the story means to him and starts reading aloud, her voice steady and comforting. As she continues, doey feels his eyelids grow heavy. 

★ Just before he falls asleep, Doey murmurs softly, "Goodnight, Mom." The reader smiles softly, her heart melting from Doey's words. For the rest of the night, he sleeps soundly, knowing he's safe and cared for.

[7seas-of-ryy]

Crestfallen - Part 4

Author’s Note: I'm hoping to make the next part longer, hoping I'll have more time tonight to write. Thank you all for taking the time to read my work! Your likes, comments, reblogs, and follows truly mean the world to me!

Overall Summary: Although you were born in the Day Court, you've been living in the Night Court for a century. You're close with the inner circle but what will happen when a new healer is brought into the picture?

Part 4 Summary: After your body and soul have gone through so much, how likely is it you'll survive?

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: talks of injuries

"The combination of these plants can lead to some serious complications." Madja informed Rhys and Az.

All of the color drained from the spymaster's face.

"I believe the venom in the cut was from her mission. I would have found it sooner if I had done her check up." Madja muttered, ashamed.

"This is not your fault. It is mine for not seeing Clara for who she actually is sooner." Az responded.

"Now is not the time to take blame. Y/N needs us. What can we do now?" Rhys added.

Madja looked over you, taking a second to think.

"Well, the powder probably just sped up the venom which caused it to attack her powers quickly. It is like an infection, I will treat her with some medicine for that. But I believe there is a power inside of her that she is not aware of." Madja explained, "it might be the reason she is still alive right now."

Azriel walked closer to you, kneeling next to the bed. He laid his right hand over yours and used his left to push some hair off of your face.

"What about the complications you mentioned earlier?" Rhys asked.

"I have never seen the combination of Spitfire Aconite, Vamire, and Aldirin used where it didn't immediately kill the fae once it entered their system. Those three plants combined are deadly, perhaps the mystery inside of her is what saved her. I am not sure yet, I will treat her infection for now and we will figure out the rest as we go." Madja spoke definitively.

She began rummaging through her things to find the medicines. She pulled out some liquids, a salve, and bandages. Dropping some of the mixes in your mouth, she could tell your fever was already dropping.

"We need to flip her onto her stomach so I can access her cut." The healer told them.

"I'll do it." Az jumped up.

He gently rolled you over and went to take the salve from Madja who gave him a look.

"Please." Azriel begged, needing to help you in any way he could.

She nodded at him and gave him the necessary equipment. She pulled Rhys with her out of the room, leaving you in the shadowsinger's hands.

He coated your cut with the cream and bandaged it snugly. Pulling up a chair next to the bed, he sat and watched over you.

Rhys and Madja made their way down to the rest of the group.

"I will go figure out some treatments we can try. In the meantime, I think you need to deal with Clara." Madja spoke up to the High Lord.

He gave her a nod, a steely look already in his eyes thinking about what she did to you. Entering the living area, he sent out a surge of his power so everyone felt it. He walked straight to Clara but she refused to make eye contact with the male.

"I gave you a chance here at the Night Court, to be a part of something bigger and this is how you repay me? You have caused damage to my friend that I do not know can be undone." He growled out.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Mor whispered, afraid of his answer.

"We don't know if we will be able to help Y/N. Clara here used a deadly combination of herbs on her but I'm sure she didn't expect Y/N to be so strong. Isn't that right?" He demanded.

"Wh...What? No I...I just...it wasn't supposed to kill her. It was j...just supposed to heighten her symptoms so I could then fix her. I swear. I didn't think it would do any true h...harm." She stuttered out, realizing the extent of her actions.

"Hmm so you're not a killer? Just stupid." Rhys spit out, "Nesta. Cassian. I trust you two can take care of her while I try to find a fix for Y/N?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Cassian spoke, his voice rumbling.

Nesta didn't verbally respond, just held the icy gaze she had on Clara.

"What? You can't do that!!" The female began to plead, terrified to be punished at the hands of those two.

Before anyone could respond, Nesta and Cassian winnowed away with her. Mor looked to Rhys, they shared a sorrowful look. Feeling like they betrayed you, they knew they needed to make it right. But first, they would have to help you survive.

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All of the venom, plants, herbs, antidots, and serums that were inside you weren't enough to knock you out fully.

You were awake through it all, fighting with everything you had inside your mind. You had felt Rhys enter your mind, tried to control your light for him but it was so strong.

Once Azriel's shadows entered protecting Rhys, you knew you had to fight harder. But you could feel everything. You could feel Madja unweaving the venom from your very soul. It was not only the worst pain physically but it made you feel so vulnerable and weak as well.

You felt another energy inside of you, something you never felt before. You tried to explore it, but the venom was controlling it and you didn't have enough strength anymore.

With Rhys and Az in your mind and Madja deep in your soul, you had never felt so bare before.

Once they finished and the venom was completely removed, you needed to rest. Knowing you couldn't fight it anymore, you succumbed to sleep.

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After a while, you woke up. Well, your mind was awake but your body wasn't. Your power seemed to be back in your control, at least it wasn't attacking you from the inside out anymore.

You felt like you could hear something calling out deep inside of you. You couldn't ignore it, it was as if you were hypnotized, following the sound.

There was nothing physically there, at least you couldn't see anything but you could certainly feel it. It was power, antsy to get out. You reached your hand toward it and it was as if it noticed you there finally. It latched onto you and energy shot through you.

It was a feeling you had never experienced before, consuming every cell in your body. You could feel it working its way through you, waking up your physical form.

Suddenly you sat straight up in bed, gasping, no longer trapped in your mind.

"You're awake!" Azriel spoke, his eyes wide in shock.

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(Open Rp) Love Story in "The Bride of the Monkey King"

A Long time Ago In the Kingdom of Sakutopia, Saphira and her Royal Fiancé name Prince "Daniel Jamerson Rooster Of Shintari Kingdom" had Blessed with Two beautiful newborn twins, One is a boy Name "Darien" and the other Is a Beautiful baby girl Name "Little Serena".. Daniel wanted to Hold His Son so much that He Ignored His own daughter, Then Saphira Gave Daniel a Cold Look and Expecting him to Hold HIS own Daughter as well… And She warned Daniel not to bring that "Forbidden Favortism" In the Palace of Sakutopia and The Fact that Saphira's Family HATED Favortism and They began to Make a Law against Favortism. Two Weeks later, Saphira threaten Daniel That He Needs to Treat His Kids Equally especially with his OWN Daughter While Saphira and Her family Including Daniels family Is Preparing For the Opening gate Ceremony in Honor Of the Emperor of Jade Palace and Yes, The Jade emperor Will be An Honorable Guest For the Ceremony In his Honor. Hours Have passed as the Palace was Covered with Beautiful Jade and Gold Color Decorations.. And Everyone was Gathered around, Then Saphira Looked around Wondering where Daniel and the Kids were, As Her Father began to Announce the Opening Ceremony has Begun, Then He began To pull The Shroud From the Large Welcoming gates..and it Revealed Which Made Everyone Gasp in Shocked When they See Prince Daniel Making Love with a Princess of Sunchon Kingdom Name "Barbra Minx". Saphira's Father, Daniels father and Even Barbra's Father was shocked and Not only them but Saphira was Appalled Of what she saw, Then Saphira's Face turns completely red With Rage and Embarassment.. Then She storms to those two and she Shouted on Daniels Name,

Saphira: " PRINCE DANIEL…. JAMERSON….ROOSTER!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SMILING DEVIL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!?"

Saphira Shouted his name, it made the earth Shaken and She went hellbent at him and Barbra.. Then Daniel saw the Angry Look of saphira's face and He began to stutter and try to make an excuses.. And then Saphira asked where The twins is, before he answers One of the guards Called to saphira that he Found her own daughter floating in the river in the basket, Saphira sees Her daughter Name "Serena" Cries loudly..as she Looked at Daniel and she said,

Saph: "Guards! Take him and that Whore to the temple at the meeting chambers and make Sure that they Don't leave! I'll deal with them right after I apologize to the Jade emperor himself!"

The guards Nodded and Took Daniel and Barbra to the temple at the meeting chambers..as she holds serena and Darien gently.. She couldn't believe that Daniel Stoop So Low to Get rid of his own daughter and not only that..She Notice that Darien has hand marks on the side of his face which That Made Saphira Super Livid at Daniel.. After apologizing to jade emperor She began to Storm inside the temple at the Meeting chambers and she said,

Saph: "Daniel Jamerson Rooster, How Could you Do this!? huh!?"

Daniel: "Saphira, please I can explain!"

Saphira: "Explain what!? Not only You Embarrassed me by Exposing your adultery right in front of the Entire Kingdom and cause Treason But You DARE To Harm My Babies For your own accord! What is your Deal about Not wanting a daughters, HUH!? What is your Problem of Having a daughter in your life!?"

Daniel: "Oh Come on! I'd Just wanted to Have a Son and Son Only! I mean the daughter is nothing but a Burden an-"

Daniels Father: "A BURDEN!? HOW DARE YOU CALL YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD A BURDEN!? I can't believe what i'm hearing! Your trying to Kill my Granddaughter and Favoring my grandson, UNACCEPTIBLE! Your Mother and I did NOT Raise you Like this! And Not Only that You Cause Treason Between Sakutopia and Shintari Kingdom By Making Love with a Princess Of Sunchon! Do you Realized You've Embarassed ME and everyone else In front of the Great Jade emperor! Not only THIS But Laying hands On my Grandson and Attempt to Kill my Granddaughter!"

Daniel: "B-b-b-but Father i-"

Daniels Father: "Enough! YOU ARE OUT OF THE LINE BOY!"

His Father Snapped and Slapped Daniel Right Off the bet…and Then He Turned and Yelled at Barbra Minx as well, Scolding her For Messing around with any woman's man is Totally off Limits. While Barbra's Father who was Also Furious as well and Couldn't believe She would Do such a thing to cause this Whole Embarrassment Out of this Family. Then, Saphira Looked at Daniel and she said To Daniel after she Pulls The Engagement ring off,

Saphira: "We.. Are… Done… I'm Calling Off the Marriage and I'm Breaking the Engagement! I've had enough, I've Had enough of you and your Antics.."

Daniel: "B-b-but Saph-"

Then Saphira Cut in,

Saphira: "NO! NO! I Refuse to marry Someone Who Doesn't Love My Kids Equally and Doesn't Settle With ONE Woman, ONE! And Not Only that I refuse To marry Someone Who Made a Huge Embarrassment Out Of my Family and Brought this Forbidden Favortism In MY Palace! I Will NOT Tolerate This Kind Of Toxicity in MY Kingdom, In MY Family, AND To the ENTIRE CELESTIAL WORLD ITSELF!! You Will be answer to the Royal Court at the Jade palace and I'm Going to make sure your parental Right will be Stripped From your Name and HERS as well! You Will NEVER Be called a Father again, And I'll make sure that No Women will never be marry to you because I knew.. Your father will Make you Marry that Slut For the rest of your Eternity! Now I want you and That Minx Whore Out of This Kingdom and NEVER Set Foot in this Palace again!"

Then Daniels Father Dragged Daniel by the ear and So Does Barbra's father who does the same thing. Saphira was Completely Devastated and Hurt after what Daniel Has Done To her and Her Babies as well, She shook her head and asked herself, "How Could he Do this to His own 2 week old babies?.. I don't Understand why he was doing this? and For WHAT?" Then She realized Daniel only cared about himself and To her surprised he only sees Saphira as her baby Making Machine to have a son so he can take her son and run away with his mistress, Thats What she heard from the Servants. Then Saphira Swore to Herself That She'll Made Daniel pay For His insulting antics, At the Court when the Jade Emperor Ordered Daniel and Barbra To Pay Saphira and the Kids compensation for the Damaged and emotional Distress That they cause Her and the Kids..She Felt Horrible..That Night, Her Father Pacing back and Forth thinking of What to Do about this Situation and He Doesn't want anyone Know that His daughter is Now a Single mother of the kids Which is it will make Her very Difficult To find a right man who will Love the kids.. Then He has an Idea, a brilliant Idea And then he goes to Saphira and told her about it the Idea. He told her that He'll turn the Twins into Fruits and as a spell that "He" Who Touched the 2 Fruit will turn into Gold meaning He is Worthy to be a Father of those twins..and Saphira Asked "How Will You know which one will be Worthy To be My Future Husband and Father Of my twins?" Then Her Father answers That He Will Give Someone 3 Challenging task and if He Succeed, He'll be Proven Worthy and He'll find the Fruit from the Enchanted tree There he will find the 2 Fruits that will turn into gold itself ..So Saphira agree and swore that For the Kids Sake.. She'll Find out Who Is worthy to be a Future Husband and a father of the twins. On the Next Morning, Her Father Sent out an Invitation to Every Eligible Man Who Would Win His Daughter's heart before the hand in marriage and it was Spreading Far and Wide in the Celestial land, Then One of the Villiagers Who speaks and gossip about it made Someone Perks its ears and heard about the Marriage to the Princess.. As the Day Before the Lotus Blossom Feastival day, His Father Announce the Opponent and he Said "Speak Of your Name and Come Set Forth If you accept This 3 Challenge and Win My Beloved Lotus Blossoms heart!" Then The Mystery Person Giggles and Spoke," I accept This challenge" Then Her father Said," Who Spoke First!? Please Bring Forth Young Challenger Speak of your name!" When he came Forward from the Crowd it was None Other than the Great Sage Equal to heaven Known as Sun Wukong, the Monkey King Of Mount Huaguo. Saphira's Eyes Widen and Her face turns Pink when she sees him, Her Father was Suprised and he said, "You! The Great Sage himself.. It an Honor To Welcomed you to my kingdom." He Bows to him and Rise and Then 10 Male Opponents came 5 of them are demons and other 5 are Rich Snobby Princes who would only cared about the throne.. Then The Emperor said," For the First Challenge Gentlemen! Is to Find a "Rare" Flowers That we never seen or No Man have ever Show upon it and My Daughter Will be the Judge of it and If she accepted.. You passed and Will be going to the Second Challenge on the Next day of the Lotus Blossom Festival, Are You Up For the Challenge?" He asked.. And then The Monkey king Said…

[dronebiscuitbat]

Holy Shit! This was my first ever attempt at writing for MD that I found buried in the recycle bin of my notes! I wasn't happy with the characterization of them so I tossed it, and this is like a year old... but fuck it. Enjoy!

Some implications,t hough if you got through OITTB you'll be fine

Touch.

“Oh fuck me…” Uzi gasped as she took a look at N’s naked chassis for the first time. It wasn't a sexual thing. Rather a “N's tail busted against the wall and showered himself and his overcoat in acid” thing. But his accidental stupidity was the furthest thing from her mind now.

He had unhealed scars running up and down his body, normally that would only moderately worry her, he's a (while now docile) murder drone. He's bound to be cut up every now and again.

These were however, long claw marks that came from OTHER murder drones, and it had to have been consistent and often with his permanent scaring considering he regenerated a whole freaking head and it's not like his head came back the same off-grey color as his scars.

He turned to her. Unembarassed, which that didn't surprise her, he'd quite literally been an open book since they'd met. Dude had no concept of privacy and she was a little surprised this was the first time she was seeing him naked honestly. It wasn't like he had anything to see but armored plating, but it still made her visor flush with purple.

“Huh?” Was the only sound from him as he held his tail away from him, it was already regenerating, but was still leaking, so he'd dragged a plastic bucket over so it didn't eat through the metal flooring of her kitchen.

“You're covered in scars!” How? Don't you guys heal really fast?” Uzi suppressed the very-unlike-her urge to smother him in a hug, or maybe make him lick himself, that might have been more her style.

“Oh.” For once N didn't immediately sound off an explaination or reassure her worries. He did something far worse. He talked a little bit like herself.

“Don't worry about it, I'm a disassembly drone, we get hurt sometimes.”

He waved it off like it was no big deal, like those weren't totally claw marks running up the length of his sides like a bear had tried to climb him and more worryingly, across his CORE.

Nope. Uzi was not going to let N be like her today. Not when she felt her core stutter with worry and her CPU filled with horrific explanations of why N had so many scars.

Had he done it himself? Why? He wasn't so clumsy to be doing it on accident. Was it V? He did say he had a crush on her, maybe she was taking advantage? Using him as a scratching post? Was it J? Or was it another squad of drones?

“N. You regrew a head and didn’t scar. That had to have happened pretty often for them to be that visible.”

His tail had regenerated, slowly filling up with more nanite acid, but he wouldn't look at her, not all the way at least. His eyes went hollow for a moment.

Then he looked back up at her, a shy smile on his face.

“It… uh… I…” it looked like he couldn't figure out what to say, if he wanted to say anything at all.

And that's when Uzi's resolve broke, they'd been through so much together, prom, specifically, and that was wild. But here he was, being uncharacteristically speechless.

She went up to him slowly, ignoring the fact he was naked. And touched one of his scars, and seethed when she felt the indents where the claws had bitten into him.

“N…” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, and when she looked up she saw that he'd closed his eyes. Not his real ones, but the ones on his visor were squeezed shut.

“N, I don't want to force you to tell me anything. But I am worried about you.” She ran her fingers again over them, trying to gadge how he felt about it by his expression.

Her hands stilled, still on him but no longer moving. He slowly opened his eyes visor painted yellow and an unreadable expression on his face. His vents took in more air, causing him to pant slightly.

“N.” His name was spoken to him slightly more forcefully, but her hands were anything but, they went up to cup his face, her face dripped concen, he couldn't stop the purr that escaped him. Even if it made the both of their visors fill more with color.

“Uzi… I'm-I’m fine. I was used to it. It was a way I was useful.” He'd repeated what he'd told himself so many times that he'd truly started to belive it. He was eager to please, and if that meant bearing the brunt of J’s aggressive handling. Then he was glad to be useful.

He wanted to take back his words when Uzi suddenly looked horrified. Which wasn't want he wanted, if anything he wanted her to continue looking at her the way she was. He started to tremble. Oh no, he'd messed up again. Maybe Uzi could forgive him? She'd been so nice to him even after he'd almost showered her in acid.

“I uhm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. I-” His tail went limp, he hunched himself up to make himself look small, looking away, not making eye contact. trying his best not to tremble when the first hit connected- as it always did.

But it didn't, instead the worker drone pulled him down into a fierce hug, hooking her arms underneath his and gripping (or almost gripping, she couldn't quite reach.) his shoulders to pull him down into her.

He blinked before slowly coming down to her level, tension slowly waning from his shoulders as she rubbed circles into them. She was so gentle, so patient, he felt a sob lodge in his throat which he tried to push down.

“Please stay here tonight. I don't know if it was V or J, and you don't have to tell me. But please don't go back to the pod.” Her voice was strained, soft, and felt like heaven going into his audio receptors, he nodded, nuzzling into her neck like a puppy.

When she pulled away she was almost hesitant. Looking up and down his marred chassis before focusing on his face again. She pressed their visors together, causing the glass to click together. N had never seen his freind so distressed, and he felt guilty being the cause.

But he also felt good. Like, really good. He'd liked the way her fingers felt on him and the contrast between the drone now in front of him and the one who'd often pin him to the pod wall with or without warning.

“You aren't like J. You're really patient with me when I mess up.” The words were thick and uncomfortable on his synthetic tongue. Uzi looked up, she was being so uncharacteristically quiet that N was starting to suspect he'd done something wrong again, but this time he wasn't as scared, Uzi would tell him, it wasn't going to happen without warning.

“Thank you.” He then said, and he could almost feel her wince with her hands still around him. Oh… that wasn't what he wanted.

Uzi's heart had fucking shattered awhile ago, but somehow his thanks made it crumble into dust. He was thanking her for doing the bare minimum of giving a shit that her closest (and only) freind had been sexually abused on the regular.

“You don’t have to thank me for that buddy.” She smiled at him, actually, genuinely smiled. What the hell else was she going to do? She'd always treated N differently from all the other drones just because he reminded her of a golden retriever. Now? He was getting an Uzi with all the safety's on.

“Come on, I have a shirt you can borrow. Then we can watch some anime?” She tugged at his hand, leading him away from his overcoat in the kitchen and into her room. She tossed him a long shirt that she'd worn as pajamas once, a lilac one that read “My GF Thinks I'm Tall.”

He slipped it over his shoulders with minimal struggle, looking down at it and smiling before turning back up to her and smiling brighter.

Oh, she was totally letting him keep that if he wanted.

Uzi hummed and told him to turn around while she slipped off her clothes to change in her pajamas. N looked confused but did as he was told. She'd just seen him naked, what was the big deal?

But he was always eager to please and if Uzi wanted something out of him he'd do it. He heard her sigh, “Okay, you can turn around.” N whipped around excitedly, his tail wagging rapidly as he remembered how she looked in her prom dress.

All she was wearing was a black t-shirt that was so long it covered a good portion of her metallic legs, but N still felt his visor flush slightly, as her hair was down and out of her beanie, and it was quite a bit longer than he'd expected.

“Oh! Your hair is really pretty down.” He grins and that causes Uzi to blush, tangling a finger in one of her bangs and looking at the ground.

“Uh… thanks.” She still felt awkward at the revelation that had just occurred. And it had shook her pretty badly. But it wasn't like the feelings she'd been cursed with at prom were suddenly gone. If anything, they were now stronger.

N just laughed, his head bouncing to every corner of the room like he was trying to memorize it all while also trying to take everything in. It wasn't like this was the first time in here either, he was just… always happy.

And Fuck J had done everything but destroy his chassis and he was still smiling happily around her room like he wouldn't always carry that with him.

“Wanna tuck in and watch Illegally downloaded anime?” She asked, trying not to bum him out (if that was possible) by holding onto a smile for him. It was a lot harder than it seemed on the surface, expessially since she could still see his scars in her mind.

“Yeah!” He lept into her bed from the floor like a cat, the tail adding to the illusion. She climbed up behind him, only to have N grab her by the waist and plop her directly into his lap, smiling brightly even when Uzi had to catch her breath.

“What are we watching?” He hummed, tail flicking back and forth, dangerously close to the wall again, Uzi caught it and put it in her lap, causing a flinch from the drone behind her, though he relaxed when all she did was rest a hand on it.

“Hmm, we can start you off with some shorter series if you want. I've already seen most of these.” N just nodded along to everything she said, happy to please, happy to be of use just like before, only now he felt good about it. Uzi was good to him.

Uzi just sighed, she hopped he'd find some preferences of his own soon instead of just being interested in what she was. But what much was there to do in the pod anyway? Play with buttons that didn't work?

So mindlessly she picked one that she'd remembered to be short, and played it on a small screen attached to her bed, N was glued to it almost immediately, but she leaned back into his chest. More watching him than whatever was happening.

Ignoring her core pumping quickly at thier proximity, she relaxed, partly because he was warm and partly because he was almost using her as a stuffed animal, holding her every time anything happened that excited him. His arms were strong, safe, and seemed to have already perfected getting the pressure around her just right for her to start to doze off.

But when very loud, very aggressive snogging noises attacked her audio receptors, she was wrenched out of sleep mode in a panic. Eyes trained on the screen.

Okay, main characters making out, she'd forgotten that bit. But that meant she'd slept through almost three hours of anime and it was almost over. Blessedly, this was the first and only instance of it in this anime, but she probably should have been more careful with her selection.

She took a moment to look back up at N, who had relaxed into the crook of her neck, he was still paying attention, even if his visor was lit up in embarrassment.

“Want me to skip it?” Uzi’s voice cracked with sleep, a little bit gravely, N’s visor got a little bit brighter at her question, Uzi felt his fingers twitch. Huh, they were around her waist, resting on her stomach, she hadn't noticed that.

“Uhhh, not really, it's kinda been building towards this moment.” Hah, it tracked that N liked mushy stuff, and Uzi let out a breathy laugh into N's audio receptors, he felt his core startle-stop, and a shudder go down his neck.

“Eh, not into watching other people snog. You do you buddy.” She nestled back into the position she was in before, intending to go back into sleep-mode until it was over.

“Is that what they're doing? I thought she was trying to maul him but I couldn't figure out why.”

Uzi snort-laughed into the crook of his neck, sending pleasant vibrations up the disassembly drones spine, another shudder went down his neck.

Yeah the animation in the scene wasn’t the greatest. Uzi thought to herself, the creators had clearly run out of budget somewhere on the last two episodes.

“What's snogging?” He asked, waiting until the feeling in his gut went away to ask, Uzi hummed lightly, still underneath him, still half-asleep, if he contrentrated enough, he could feel her core hum.

“Just a cutesy term for kissing dummy.” She replied, which didn't answer his question because;

“I dont know what that means either.” And that caught her attention enough to make her fully awake.

Oh right, she was talking to N, her best freind, the same best freind who's sides looked like a scratching post.

And J hadn't even fucking kissed him either. Uzi was glad she'd killed the bitch. Twice.

“Well, it's what two people do if they really like each other. Not like, friendship like, but like…” She hummed, trying to explain something she'd not had experience with herself to someone who was essentially asking what an arm was.

“You said you have a crush on V? So like how you feel about her.” Ow, just a little bit of emotional self harm from the emo kid, nothing to see here.

“So she's not trying to steal his blood?” He asked and Uzi let out another snort-laugh, N was unintentionally appealing to her dark sense of humor.

“No, although that would admittedly be way more entertaining to watch.” Her eyes flicked back to the screen, damn, did these two need to breathe or what?

“I don't think V would be into this. She'd want to actually steal my blood instead.” Uzi couldn't help but shrug and nod, he was probably right, V didn't seem the type.

“I really like you.” He said slowly, making her nerves alight, it didn't help that he was right in her ear as he said it, still in the crook of her neck.

“I already said not in a friendship way…’ She didn't let herself hope he meant it like that, but she felt him grip her. It was his turn to blush. She felt him freeze, then his breath stuttered out, she heard his cooling system whir to life.

“I… I don't think it is.” Uzi stiffened, heart feeling too full, visor almost tearing up. She didn't say anything though, just took one of his hands and squeezed it. She felt a hundred different words and reactions bubble up at once, like crabs in a bucket it caused none of them to make their way out.

He didn’t say anything else, perhaps he was too nervous to. But Uzi did catch onto his tail slumping slightly and he started to move away. Uzi didn't let him, pressing harder against him so he couldn't.

“Stay.” Was all she said, holding his hand tightly. She couldn't bring herself to say anything else back, she was far too edgy and emotionally stunted for that. But she didn't want him to think that he was unwanted.

Because she did want him. Terribly, but her head was too fucked up to say it so she was trying to show it, through her actions rather than words she wouldn't know how to say.

N thankfully seemed to get her message as he settled back in behind her. Thank Robo-God she hadn't scared him off with her current timidness, she could possibly confess verbally someday, but thinking about that was on the verge of making her overheat.

And then after a pregnant period of silence where she could have sworn she heard his core thrum more loudly than normal; N kissed her neck. Well really he licked her neck, using way too much tongue for the simple gesture. But Uzi still knew what he was trying to do.

And despite the urge to scream, or perhaps pass out from overheating; she felt herself move her head out of the way to give him more room, giggling softly at the way his tail wagged at her acceptance.

It was such a girly, un-edgy giggle she wanted to curse herself. What the fuck was she doing?

“L-less tongue, more like you're biting.” And so his lips found her neck next and that made her squirm, one of her hands came up to press him down into her shoulder.

Teaching N how to kiss her neck was apparently what she was doing. And she couldn't quite get herself to be mad about it.

That's when her whimpers started, N was a good listener, and attentive, so whenever she'd give him any sign of enjoyment he'd try to do more, slow kissing turned to sucking and nipping, making the sounds out of the girl in front of him more intense.

He pulled his head away when she'd sounded breathless, a sweet chuckle bubbling off his lips as his tail curled around them both.

“Is it okay to bite?” He asked, he sounded out of breath as well. His voice was lower, taking on a gravel that seemed to include the parts of him that were slightly more murder bot-y.

“In general, or with me?” Uzi breathed out, anticipation ramping up, core beginning to spin to bring extra oil to where it needed to.

“You.” He whispered, one of his hands wandering up from her stomach to where her core was humming loudly. Causing a shudder to wrack down her spine suddenly.

“Bite me.”

At the command he did, sinking his fangs into her neck at an angle, sending her oil into his throat and making Uzi yelp, her hands instinctively shot up in self preservation, but N held them back with his arm, he held his position as she slowly relaxed, a low whine escaping her lips as pleasure took over pain.

“N…” She purred, there was something so primal about her in his mouth, he had every capacity to end her in a second. But she knew he wouldn't, even as he sucked a gulp of oil out of her and errors appeared on her visor.

Then he pulled back and licked until her neck stopped leaking, She felt him lick his lips from her oil, and then sigh in contentment.

“I've been wanting to do that for forever.” He explained, laughing slightly at her blissed out face, oil slightly dripping off his lips, he let her turn to face him, wrapping his arms around her back.

“Uzi? Did I go too far I-” She lunged up to kiss him, tangling her fingers in his hair. He whimpered, he hadn't even realized his hair was sensitive until she raked her fingers through it and he groaned.

He tried to keep pace with her, but he was inexperienced and the practice on her neck didn't help. Still Uzi continued to guide him, slowing down to his pace, her hands fluttering down his neck, drawing another groan from his lips.

One of his hands found the the small of her back and the other cupped her cheek. While one of Uzi's hands wandered under the shirt she'd given him and lightly touched his core.

He pulled away immediately, wincing, but holding her hand there as if he was fighting some internal programming. Uzi felt guilt hit her like a truck, she'd wanted to try and erase the pain, not bring it to the surface again.

She held him as his eyes were squeezed shut, his core stammer-starting and restarting. The guilt creeped deeper, and concern filled her visor.

It took a minute or two, but N looked back up at her, looking guilty himself.

“S-sorry, I wanted to, well I wanted to do a lot of things, like tell you how I feel. But I wanted to show you I was okay.” He drew circles into her hand that had remained on his core for the duration of his episode.

“I guess I wasn't as okay as I thought… sorry.” At his second apology Uzi sighed, and she used her free hand to cup his cheek.

“No, I'm way happier you stopped me. I definitely crossed a line…” Uh yeah! You freaking kissed him you idiot! I mean he had been making out with your neck but he did not give you consent to kiss him!

“You didn't. I wanted to.” N spoke that with confidence, some energy coming back into his voice as he was shaking off the trauma.

“I mean I was the one who took it that direction in the first place. Preeeeetty sure you'd rather die then admit you like me sooo…”

Oh, oh he was being a little shit. Calling her out like that. That wasn't cool, that wasn't cool at all.

“Well you're the robot equivalent of a golden retriever and I have a reputation to uphold, Bite me!”

“Already did, you're delicious.” He teased. Making all the venom in her voice dissolve. She blushed deeply, refusing to look at him.

“Sooo, when did you fall for me?” He asked, grinning. Making her want to spite him, she looked back at him, visor angry, but he had such an earnest look on his face, she frustratingly couldn't stay mad.

She thought back, when did she start feeling this way?

She'd always enjoyed Ns presence, he balanced her out when she was being too edgy and he had always known how to make things fun.

But it was prom. When he'd worn that suit and held her for the first time. When they'd danced and he'd taken so many scary hits for her, being nearly bisected in front of her and collapsing in a puddle of his own oil.

Yes, he had gotten back up. But it'd still scared the life out of her.

“P-prom.” She started. “I thought that fan blade had hit your core. I was so,so scared I was gonna lose you.”

N wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, maybe another “Bite me!” Or another type of “aggressive” deflection that lacked any true bite. He hadn't expected her honest answer, or how her face turned down in the same worry he'd seen that night.

“Same.” His gaze was soft, watching as another purple blush took over her face. Despite her best efforts to look tough, he quite literally saw her edge melt away at the way he was looking at her.

He knew what anger and aggression looked like, it looked like J, looming over him, telling him how useless he was while simultaneously using his body as a stress-ball. Getting herself off on his degredation.

Uzi liked to act aggressive, but in reality it was a shield for herself rather than a sword for others. N wouldn't deny she was tough as nails, but Uzi was undeniably sweet, she craved connection much like himself and right now he wished his first instinct when she touched him or when she was raising her defensive shield at him wasn't to submit, or to flee, or to try to appease someone that he knew deep down wouldn't intentually hurt him.

He wished it was love, something he had in spades and wanted to give but didn't want to be scarred again. Even if all signs pointing to Uzi being as gentle with his heart as he was to hers.

He hadn't realized he'd begun to tear up until he felt Uzi's forehead on his again, the same concerned expression he'd come to expect tonight, her hands on either side of his face.

He kissed her again, much more breifly, before capturing her in his embrace. Dragging her fully into his lap and encapsulating her entire being in his larger chassis.

“One day, when I can't remember what J looks like. I'll let you do whatever you want to me…” He whispered softly, making them both blush like mad. But he didn't backpedal or think Uzi was angry at him anymore. Because she was purring into him, touching his core just over his shirt.

“All I want to do is be good for you.” Now that didn't sound like Uzi, but at the same time it did. Because right now she was unarmoured and N felt so honored to have caused that. He kissed her forehead.

“You are.” Is all he replied with, the credits of the anime scrolling across his screen as he glanced at the screen.

He couldn't wait until he could give himself physically to her. But until he was ready she'd always have him like this, cuddling and holding her as sweetly as she wanted. He could give her that, at least.

They fell asleep like that, with Uzi's hands wrapped around his sides, over his scars.

He didn’t notice.

[bonny-kookoo]

green!family is so cute :((( does oc see their lowkey family portrait on the fridge when she comes over?

The second time Jungkook visits with his daughter, she's a lot more comfortable basically zooming right off into your apartment the second Jungkook has taken off her boots and coat.

It makes you happy to see her this comfortable in your home, even if Jungkook feels a bit embarrassed by the way she visibly forgot to even greet you, instead jumping right onto your sofa since her favorite cartoon is already running on the TV. "I'm so sorry, I swear she's more polite usually-" He defends himself, but you wave it off.

"It's not that big of a deal Jungkook, really. I'm glad to see her happy." You reassure the young father. After all, it must be quite a handful to manage such a young child, work, and your own life all at once. And honestly, it's not surprising she's still rather unsure about you- you've noticed that she hesitated while looking at you as Jungkook had slipped off her boots.

She does, often, look at you from a distance. As if she's trying to figure out how to approach you, of if she should. So it's not that she's impolite- she just doesn't know how to really act towards you.

"I guess it might be because.. well, she's mostly around me, or my friends. And they're all men." He sighs. "I'm.. I mean, you know, I've been with women here and there, but I've.. always kept them from her, you know? I didn't want her to get confused, or attached, and then..."

"Jungkook, that's completely reasonable." You say, walking into the kitchen with him to get something to drink. "...though I do feel rather special now, hearing that." You tease, and much to your surprise, he takes the bait right away, and bites down with the force of a predator.

"Well, I'd promised myself to only ever introduce her to someone I'd see myself with long-term." He explains, walking closer to you until his hands are on your hips, eyes traveling from your neck up to meet your gaze. "And from what I can tell... and from what I've.. experienced.." He says more quietly, a warmth to his words that softens up your soul, as he leans even closer, eyes moving from your lips back to your eyes again, unsure. "...we do fit quite well." He teases with an impish grin, making your ears flop down a bit in shyness, clearly getting the hint at what exactly he's talking about.

"Minji-" You start, but he only raises his brows before he tilts his head to the side.

"Is in the living room, watching TV." He calms you. "But don't worry- I won't yet do that." He purrs, leaning closer to instead kiss your cheek, chuckling.

"But we already kissed.!" You complain as he moves away from you, grinning as he takes his and your cup of tea to bring along into the living room.

"Not really." He denies however, sending you a rather odd look. "Not.. like that." He reminds you-

and you realize what he means.

Once you sit down on the sofa- Jungkook between you and his daughter, the mood eases up quite a lot, both you and Jungkook talking about random things of your days while Minji happily watches the frog-cartoon next to her father, only occasionally getting distracted by something.

But it's when both she and her father leave that suddenly, your doorbell rings again, causing you to open it, surprised. "Did you forget something?" You ask, but instead of Jungkook answering, Minji whines, and jumps with something in her hands, holding it out for you to take.

"She left it in the car, but really wanted you to have it." Jungkook explains as you unravel the rolled up page of paper, curious as to what it might be.

It's a page out of a coloring book, colorful strokes of crayon painting the bodies of the frogs and background. A sun in the corner with a smiling face, little trees and flowers all around, and in the middle, three frogs. Two bigger one's stand next to a smaller one in the middle on a swing, the small child-frog and the bigger frog on the left colored different shades of green- with added strokes of a black fineline marker, clumsily drawing in two small lines on one side of the big frog's mouth.

Jungkook's piercings, you realize. She even drew them some bunny ears, even though they're a bit off-center and different sizes.

But what catches your attention most is the frog on the right, painted with orange and red, a fluffy big tail added to it, making it clear who it's supposed to resemble.

A small hand tugs on your shirt. Only now do you realize your eyes have begun watering up.

"I-It's really pretty Minji." You praise, blinking the tears away before they can fall, as you squat down.

"She wants you to have it. We have made a copy, it's hung up on our fridge." He kindly tells you, and you nod, sniffling a little, trying hard to keep it together. But the gentle hand of the little girl carefully petting your head is enough to make you break down a little, moving the picture away as to not get any tears on it.

The picture on the fridge presenting so much more now than just a child's drawing.

[bunnymajo]

Do you ever think about how 1977's Araiguma Rascal (Rascal the Raccoon) influenced Japan's perception of raccoons? And how that possibly ties in to Marine the Raccoon from the Sonic franchise?

no? okay. so let me explain

So Araiguma Rascal was 1977's entry into Nippon Animation's line of "World Masterpiece Theater" anime. World Masterpiece Theater was a popular timeslot dedicated to an adaptation of a famous novel or short story. Rascal is based on 1963 autographical book by Sterling North. It essentially tells the tale of a boy and him fostering an abandoned raccoon and it becoming his pet.

It should be noted that Japan up until 1977 had close to 0 raccoons in it. It is not a native species to Japan. However, viewers became very charmed by Rascal and wild raccoons started being imported to Japanese homes with the intention of keeping them as pets.

The ending of Araiguma Rascal (the anime anyway, I'm not familiar with the book and how it compares) has Sterling releasing Rascal into the wild. So many Japanese viewers who had buyers remorse with an actual wild animal in their home - did the same. And raccoons in Japan are to this day an invasive species. You can read about it more here

You might be asking "MajoBun what the hell does this have to do with Sonic?" - so even though Araiguma Rascal messed up the ecosystem, Rascal remains an incredibly popular mascot for Nippon Animation and a representative of the "World Masterpiece Theater" brand.

Over the years though they've made him more...hm. Mascot-like

Complete with a new brighter and eyecatching color scheme, the brighter orange and brown palette seems to have started around 2000 from what I could find.

You may have seen some of your favorite anime do collaborations with Rascal actually!

So unless you know a lot about animals or have to deal with the invasive raccoons eating the infrastructure to your home, it's possible that Rascal the mascot raccoon is the only raccoon you know.

Enter Marine the Raccoon, introduced to Sonic Rush Adventure in 2007. And hey, guest what color she is

(hint: she's orange and brown) Of course this is huge speculation on my part because Sega and her designer have never stated their influence to her design. Also, it's sonic. it's built on bright snappy color schemes for it's characters.

But still, whenever I see people think she's a red panda or think she should be more grey or something, I think it's worth noting that if the most popular raccoon in Japanese pop culture is orange, you bet Sega's gonna try to imitate what works.

Anyway, this is was really a big excuse to talk about Rascal the Raccoon. I think it's impact is incredibly interesting.

[snorlaxlovesme]

my problem recommending Link Click to people

clearly, i love Link Click. i find the show emotionally compelling, the characters are well-written and interesting, the complex/convoluted plot is very crunchy for my adhd brain to chew on. LOVE that. however. i have yet to find a person irl who Sees My Vision when i recommend the show to them, and i think it's the fandom's fault.

not in bad way! but i think this show is a good example of media that exists for FANS and not casual viewers.

season 1 is by far the most accessible. a straightforward story about two guys solving crime by time travelling in photos. don't mess up the past, it could mess up the future, etc etc. everything is linear, the character motivations are pretty clear, the plot is seriously gripping. the only accessibility hurdles are the piss poor subs we had to deal with and the lack of on-screen text translation. and i suppose if you don't like shows that are episode-5-level heavy then this probably isn't the show for you.

season 2 already starts off on a very niche foot with the fact that there was a pretty big spoiler (or a hint at one) in the XETROVERTHINK music video that released before the season aired. fans who knew about that video were already speculating, and by the first 30 seconds of season 2, theories were running RAMPANT. NOW everyone was intentionally looking for hints of time travel mid-season. they were predicting how and when cheng xiaoshi might die. it made an extremely confusing season FUN because even when we didn't know what the hell was going on, we could always fall back on the lu guang timeloop theory to chew on.

but if you didn't see the XETROVERTHINK video? well, you probably weren't paying as close attention to what lu guang was saying in the first 30 seconds. the shot of cheng xiaoshi dying lasted for only a second or two. blink and you miss it. if you didn't rewatch the episode, you probably wouldn't notice. in a show where so many things don't make sense, that could have just been one more to add to the pile.

cut back to all the people that I've forced to watch the show, I can say that they did NOT have the same watching experience that i had as a fun following along on tumblr. which is fine, but they do look at me like i'm insane when i try to explain that this is the most fun show ever created.

after one of my friends finished season 2 i sent him a draft of the fic i was writing for some feedback and when he got to season 2-spoiler specific part, he didn't fully understand that lu guang had gone back in time to prevent cheng xiaoshi from dying, and therefore didn't understand what i had written. he didn't have the fandom, who had been speculating about that for 12 full weeks before the reveal, so as a casual fan, the first time he received that info was in that last 2 minutes of the season, and he didn't full understand it

my younger sister has made it to yingdu, and every time i try to talk to her about it when get to talk about shiguang a lot, but i don't have much time to sit her down and show her frame by frame analyses of why the lu guang vs vein interaction in episode one looks like it might be in two different timelines. she's not seeing that there's morse code in the books or interpreting sonnets or pausing to check the eye color of characters, so when i talk to her about it we're scratching maybe 3% of what the show is truly communicating with us.

and again, it makes me look like a total headcase when i try to explain to people that this is the best show ever and so much fun because if you're not INTERACTING with the show and with the fans, mulling over the minute details in a scene or asking for a more accurate translation of something, it's like you're missing out on most of the show

i once tried to recommend my sister one of my favorite pokemon fanfics of all time. she'd read some others and seemed interested, so i sent her the link and then told her that to fully understand it she'd need to have knowledge of basically every major character in the entire pokemon anime, from kid trainers to gym leaders to Champions to villains to rivals to professors. she'd also have to know how they all relate to each other, PLUS some game characters. i sent her a list of episodes she needed to watch for character and plot relevance and links to wikipedias for other main characters. after she absorbed all this information then she could truly understand why this was the greatest fic ever!!

that's what recommending Link Click is feeling like, currently. like i want you to like this show, i want you to understand this show like i do, but that means you HAVE to be insane about it. there's no other way to appreciate it if you're not in the fandom.

[ateriblewriter]

Butterflies (t.z)

Continuation of I’m Here

TRIGGERS: self harm, self worth, hinting at other things (if you or anyone ever needs help please do reach out)

a/n: sorry this a year late. but here it is! read with caution.

Enjoy?

"Do you have any sharpies? Or a permanent marker or something like that?" Trevor untangled himself from around your body when he felt the time was right. He didn't wait for your answer before he started to rummage through the drawers of junk that were in the kitchen.

Trevor wasn't about to act like he all the answers in world or like he was going to be the one to fix you. Because in reality that would be impossible, you needed someone trained in that field to help you long term. But that didn't mean that he couldn't help in the moment or at least try.

And he had an idea, something that he had seen when he was younger. A reminder for when your feelings got a little too big for you to handle by yourself. It also a place holder until he was able to help you find the correct help you needed. Because he wasn't going to leave you alone to deal with this on your own.

"Um. I think there might be one in the cup next to the sink." You mumble trying to remember where they were. You knew you had some. "Or else it's in with my art supplies. I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Hey now. There is nothing to be sorry about y/n." Trevor carried you over to your couch and making his way to your art corner to start scrounging around for that marker.

It took him a minute to find your collection, it turned out they were with the art supplies that hadn't been touched in months. He picked out two colors, purple and blue, your favorite color along with one of his.

Returning to where he had left you, he made himself comfortable. He snagged a blanket from the bin and laid it across the both of you. Trevor wasn't

"Give me your arm" He said, not asking. You didn't have the strength to question what his motives were, so you presented him with your wrist full of healing scars. He grimmaced seeing them, wondering how long this had been going on and why he didn't notice earlier.

Trevor took the purple marker starting to draw something. He started off with the body, adding some sort of antenna to what was supposed to be it head. He then took the blue marker and made wings on either side of its body.

"A butterfly?" You question rubbing and tracing over the temporary tattoo with the tip of your finger.

Your friend nodded and explained the simple rules: you want the butterfly to live by letting it fade naturally and reapplying it when you feel that certain urge. Oh and if you do act on those urges the butterfly dies.

You could do that. Or at least try. It seemed easy enough.

"You think she's gonna like it?" Trevor asked peeling off the bandage that once covered his newly acquired tattoo that laid on his right shoulder. He was looking to get something new to add to his collection of art in his body and he chose a butterfly design.

"A butterfly?" Mason scratched his head. He was a little unimpressed and a bit confused. But that's because he didn't know the significance of the creature. "I don't know man, it just seems kind of-"

"Perfect, right?" Trevor finished his sentence. He had grabbed a warm wash cloth to clean the remaining goop off.

"I was gonna say weird. But whatever floats your boat." The younger man shrugged. He didn't care what Trevor decided to put on his body.

Trevor groaned, quickly finishing up his tattoo care so they could go meet up with you. You would like the new ink, he was pretty positive of it. He just needed to show it to you know.

You weren't paying attention to what you were doing. Sometimes you do things and it just sort of happens and you don't really remember it. It was almost like you were in some sort of trance. A trance that had you acting upon some of those heavy feelings that had been plaguing you lately.

"Shit" You mumbled when you heard the knocking on the door. You had completely forgotten that Trevor and Mason were coming over. There was a fresh mark on your arm that you needed to take care of.

You hurried to the bathroom in search of some sort of bandage for your arm. Maybe you could play it off as an accident. You didn't need to tell Trevor what had happened. It would be fine right? Oh god you hoped Trevor wouldn't notice.

You just found a bandage, when you spotted the butterfly you had just drawn on your arm the day before. You panic a little, the drawing didn't have a purpose anymore and had to go. You drop the band-aid to reach for a nail scrubber and start to get rid of the butterfly.

"Come on, Y/n, open the door!" Trevor banged on the door again.

"You think she forgot?" Mason crossed his arms. It wouldn't be the first time it slipped her mind that they were supposed to hang.

"No we were talking about it earlier. I highly doubt she forgot so soon." Trevor frowned unsure what to do. Should he wait for you, maybe you were still getting ready. But he had a sinking suspicion that wasn't the case.

Trevor fished the key you had given him out of his pocket and opened the door. He suggested Mason stay there. Mason had no idea what Trevor had walked into last time something like this had happened, so he agreed to stay put.

Cautiously he entered your apartment and started to look around for you. He found you in the bathroom scrubbing away. He notice the red on your arm and put two and two together.

"Hey, Y/n?" He called out. He wasn't fully sure if you had completely heard him so he tried reaching you again. "Can you hear me?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" You continue what you were doing.

"Hey. Listen to me. You're okay. It happens. I'm not mad." Trevor wanted to grab onto your wrists to get you to stop scrubbing at the butterfly that had already been cleanly washed off, but you swore you could still see a piece of it. Instead he grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you to face him so wrap his arms around you and pull you in close. "It's okay. Wanna draw a new one?"

Let me know what you think! Anything is appreciated!

[arigretta]

The Campbell Siblings

Say hello to the Campbell siblings: Christina, the eldest sister; Julian, the oldest brother; the twins Mikayla and Micheal; and the baby, Jonathan  but everyone calls him Joey.

Just like Emilia and Luka, I was procrastinating on this for a while, but I finally decided to get it done. I saw it as an opportunity to use color to bring the Campbell siblings together visually, and hair became my main focus. I wanted to create a wide range of colors, taking inspiration from their parents - their dad's black hair with blue streaks, and their mom's dark brown hair. The designs are still a work in progress, but I think Christina's hair is my favorite so far. The streaks really work, and since they live in a magical world where hair can be in ant color and I am taking advantage of this. Let's see which of the Misfit's siblings I'll procrastinate next, lol XD

In all seriousness, I'm in the process of redrawing Julian and Kaiden's ref sheets and nailing down their final designs and color palettes. After I finish them, Luka and Naomi are next. I'm taking my time because my work schedule is different this month and also some other personal life stuff. I have so many plans yet little time yet I am determined to work on them.

Here is a small story behind this;

"It's no big deal, Chrissy" Julian said, trying to reassure her as Christina tilted his head, her fingers gently probing the swelling bruise on his forehead.

"No big deal?" Christina exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice. "Julian, just look at youreself! There's a huge bruise right on your forehead. How many times do I have to tell you to wear your amulet when you go outside?"

As the oldest sister, Christina took her responsibilities seriously, especially taking care of her siblings when their parents are out for the night. She was in the kitchen making dinner with little Joey, who was happily chewing on a toy in his high chair, when she noticed Julian and the twins making their way into the kitchen. She immediately saw Julian trying to hide a bruise with his bangs.

The Campbell siblings were close, their bond was strong despite the occasional fights, but they always managed to work things out. Christina and Julian shared a special deep bond from their childhood, but her overprotectiveness was the most annoying part. She worried about him in a way that their parents didn't, mainly due to the fact that he was the only Common Folk in their family. Julian understood that she worried, but it was still very annoying.

Julian let out an annoying hum.

Mikayla lifted Joey out of his high chair, but he was just happily chewing on the toy.

"Chrissy, I think Joey needs a diaper change," Mikayla said in a nervous smile, trying to distract her from Julian.

"No, he doesn't. I just changed him. Don't distract me, how did this even happen?" Christina said one of her hands on her hips looking at the twins as Michael smile nervously.

"Uh, it was my fault. We were playing ball and I accidentally filled it with magic and... hit him," Michael explained, he didn't mean to hurt his older brother, it just happened.

"That explains it. You know, you have to be careful using your powers guys, someone - who in this case - really got hurt," Christina continued to nagging, using her magic to heal him. Julian and the twins sighed.

[seven-gill]

Hiya!!!! Just wanted to pop in and say I LOVE your art!! You're an incredibly skilled artist, and I desperately wish I had better connection on tumblr so I could look more closely at your designs

I actually had a couple questions! Feel free to not answer if you don't wanna, but they popped into my head as I was scrolling through your art ^^

What's your design process like?

I've noticed a very high interest in SeaWings and especially with your Moray and Shark designs, I was wondering if there were any fish you really want to incorporate into a design but haven't had a chance to yet?

Your pinned post mentions a long list of marine life - could you explain that list a bit more? What leads you to putting something on the list? Is it in a specific order? What are a couple of your favorite entries and why?

Thanks for sharing your exquisite art with the world - I look forward to seeing more!!!

Urgh I wish I could say I had a proper process but I'm a little all over the place. Generally I tend to follow these steps when conceptualizing WoF characters:

a. Read up on that specific character, usually by skimming through the books/reading the wiki. What is the most basal information I can work with. For Listener, I know she is tall, curvy, and looks like a successful hunter. She's got some spunk and spontaneity to her character, although she's occasionally ignorant and air-headed. In the end, she's a devoted friend with a strong sense of justice and empathy. At least, that's my reading of her.

b. Start sketching! Play around with shapes and motifs. What does this character feel like to me? What color are they if that's never been specified? What shape are they? What sort of theme do I want them to have? Can I incorporate their name into their design? How does their personality reflect their visual appearance? Translating personality traits into physical ones is a "whatever feels right" sort of deal for me. Listener felt loose and round to me and I wanted to give her a tom-boyish look with some little quirks that I felt made her endearing and lively. This is also where personal headcanons come in. Now Listener has the equivalent of a dragon bob-cut. Now she has buckteeth, a snub nose, and hey- her name is Listener, so why not give her big ears?

c. Clarify and refine. The original sketch is typically a huge mess of gestural drawing so I'll go over it/redraw it a few times and clarify any details I might have skipped. Sometimes I try a different pose or expression to see if it still looks alright under different conditions. Maybe I flip the canvas lol. I might end up changing minor aspects of the design at this point, or scrapping it entirely if it isn't working. For Listener's design I clarified the shape of her snout, ears, and shrunk her earrings.

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2. Yeah I've drawn a lot of SeaWings by this point, lol. I'd like to say it was a coincidence, but maybe my subconscious would argue otherwise. I think it's because all the SeaWings have such large named families consisting of prominent characters, so if I draw one, then I feel compelled to draw their mother, or brother, etc... As for what fish I'd like to base a SeaWing on, I have no idea! I tend to, rather uncreatively, base a character's design off their name. Although, I've been working on a Indigo design with betta fish inspiration.

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3. OH BOY, the List. The List is actually a Google slideshow I've been working on and off of for the last five years. It's a list compiling aquatic organisms (extant or extinct) that I find strange, whether it be due to their appearance or behavior. Think animals like cookie cutter sharks, giant isopods, stoplight loose jaws, and siphonophores. If it looks weird or does weird things, it's going on the List. I've always had a fondness for unusual sea creatures, and I love to make organized lists! The List serves no actual purpose beyond my own amusement. It's arranged alphabetically and each slide consists of a name (common and scientific), a photo or two, and a brief description of the species and any explanation for their unusual appearances or habits. It's very informal, but I'm working on tidying it up and adding actual scientific information rather than a funny quip from me. Most slides only feature a picture and have yet to receive a thorough description. There's currently 346 entries so it's hard to pick a favorite, but here's some highlights:

Fried Egg Jellyfish (Phacellophora camtschatica) It looks like an egg. It's great.

Predatory Tunicate (Megalodicopia hians) Most of it's relatives are vase-shaped filter feeders, whereas this one is anything but.

Red-lipped Batfish (Ogcocephalus darwini) Just look at this thing. Who put lipstick on it.

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Annnnd that's about it. Sorry for the long posts, I have no idea how to be concise! Thank you so much for the kind words! It's honestly surreal to be here.

[two-sides-halved]

Continued | @erisdiamas

"Oh?? If it was that specific gem only, then why did your feelings for your own Jasper bleed into your opinion of my own? I mean, yes, she's dedicated, she was made to be, she's still kinda unlearning the homeworld propaganda that she's had ever since she popped out of her exit hole." He explained. "She still carries those feelings so failure from failing to protect her Diamond from being shattered, despite how it was faked... then despite how she fought during the war, fought on the side of Homeworld in Pink Diamond's name, despite being in Yellow Diamonds court now." Gem Steven replied. "She still carried those feelings of grief... she still does... so does Iris. Old habits die hard and all that..."

"I enjoy Jasper's company not, because she's dedicated to me, but because we share those feelings of failure to protect the people we swore to protect... I see myself in her... every flaw I have she also has... and I know you probably don't like hearing me compare myself to someone you deem a mutt, but that wouldn't be the first time I've compared myself to something akin to an attack dog."

He let out a low sigh. "I know that you don't need me... and I think that's why it hurts so much when you left the first time... because I know everyone's going to out grow me one way or another... hell Steven planned for his own cross country trip and all I could think of was... "of course he's leaving me... he doesn't need me any more no one does, I've become obsolete. I'm off color, overcooked, a mistake that no one wanted to deal with because everyone wanted Rose back and they got stuck with me." His tears started flowing over his cheeks, notably these tears didn't sparkly or fizzle away, but flowed down over his chubby cheek and onto the ground surprisingly no ill effects followed after.

"So when you came back I was so relieved to see you were ok, but then wracked with guilt that I didn't try harder to find you... that I when I was told she was going to be fine, I just believed you would instead of hunting you down like a bloodhound and making sure that you would never had to deal with any of this shit you had to deal with." He huffed a bit, as he pushed away the finished charcoal drawing, and wiped the dust on his pants before sniffling like a miserable kid huffing and puffing about a bad dream he had.

"By the time you left the second time I had figured... yea she can handle herself, she's proven to me she's been through hell and she can handle it, but I don't like it, I don't like leaving that up to chance... but I know the more I push you to stay home the more you're gonna feel like a fish inside a bird cage... longing for the open waters to explore the world, yet in an environment that's suffocating the longer that you're away from it." He huffed, and sniffled.

"I don't wanna make you feel like I'm suffocating you... I don't like feeling like I'm this massive problem that everyone has to deal... I don't like being constantly reminded of my past failures and mistakes...you're asking what I want... what I want is to forget about the past and have this fresh clean slate where I only remember being here on this Earth and not having to remember all the bad things that happened that caused me to be here in the first place." He shield himself. "I know everything that mom did albeit very fuzzy now, what she was thinking, why she thought it was the only way or a good idea... how she tried her damnedest to make things right... she never wanted to hurt anyone and she only ended up hurting everyone with her good intentions." He huffed as he made another few smores for the both of them passing her a few while eating one of them.

"I can't speak if your version of Rose was the same way, or even if Classic's version of Rose was that way, but I'd like to think that all these Roses are all cut from this same cloth of being underappreciated, rebelling against the idea that she's lesser than to everyone's failure to realize that she was unhappy, worked to make it so she could be happy, and only found happiness when she met someone like dad... who pushed back these feelings of superiority, who made her realize that what the diamonds did to her was wrong, but also that she was doing the same god damn thing and not realizing it until finally realizing that she was the problem and solving it by getting rid of herself..." He huffed, flopping down on the ground with his arms under his head looking up at the eerily green sky, with the shimmering starts peaking through, he was getting better but he wasn't quite there yet.

"To think all of this still stems from that movie is downright laughable if it weren't so emotionally draining." Gem Steven replied with a soft mumble due to his mouth being full.

[iu-xo]

"Like we've always hated each other"

Tantrum.

intro part 1 part 2 part 3

It took much less time than expected! I hope it's enjoyable to read, god this is so slowburn, so they still hate each other! But... do they really?

The sun... the sun that comes through the window... the fucking sun.

The most recent being to move into the hotel after its restoration, he was fighting a battle to the death with nothing more and nothing less than the sheets of his bed, nothing new for the king to say the least, In his mind it was the eighth time he told himself he would get up, And this was the real thing, he thought for the eighth time...

When he heard a door suddenly open, and even though he loved his daughter with all his heart, he couldn't wish for anything other than that she would leave him for another hour to rot for a little longer in his nest of depression and procrastination, Which didn't happen that way.

-DAD! I'm sorry to bother you... I know you were still sleeping and stuff! despite being past noon.. But your help would reeeeaaaally help me a lot rigth now!

Even though his body betrayed him and made him want to sink and become one with the mattress, knowing that his daughter needed something from him gave him enough motivation to sit up in bed.

-Whatever you need honey..

His voice was still hoarse and sleepy, revealing his little to none desire to exist at that moment, but surely when he did something he would feel better... he hoped.

The princess gave a happy squeal to take out some notebook pages with lists and colorful crayon drawings, and grabbed one in particular which she put on her father's nightstand while she put the rest away with some clumsiness.

-Today I have an activity planned but I mixed up my schedules with next week's, so I have nothing to start with!

The blonde looked very worried about this problem she had, and Lucifer thought that maybe she would ask him for things to buy and he could just magically appear them, piece of cake.

-So while I fix this I wanted you to put these flyers in the businesses that already gave me permission!

Wait. What?

the angel really thought He could get away with doing this quickly with a little magic trick, but he really had no way of appearing flyers in specific places which he had no idea where they were..

-erm.. Dear.. Can't we just put them in... I don't know... everywhere?

-Nop! Because today's topic is... consent!

She said while making a rainbow in the air with her hands , Therefore, the little angel had no choice but to personally walk through the disgusting streets of the pride ring... his ring. While he was hanging little pieces of paper on the windows of the shops of the ungrateful sinners that owned them. But... it was for Charlie... so how bad could it be, He stopped thinking about how bad it would be and instead saw Charlie's smile explaining how she wanted to deal with today's topic, he saw her eyes full of sparkle and got out of bed.

-Count on me char-char, I'll take care of it!

Charlie smiled from ear to ear and hugged him, leaning down, he had taken Lucifer a little by surprise but he gladly reciprocated

-Thank you.. means a lot.

They both felt a silence after that, it wasn't awkward, it was like they were telling each other without words that they were trying to heal something, And even if it couldn't happen overnight, they were trying, Charlie knew they would make it, Lucifer... he could only hope so.

But after that charlie decided to left the room to let her father get ready, she also had too many things to do, time was against her and she wasn't going to waste it.

-Well.. see ya!

She said goodbye with her hand, while her father did it in the same way, Once she was outside, the angel walked slowly to his closet, looking for something more casual, but ended up wearing his usual outfit but without his white jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and headed to the bathroom to fix his hair, he saw himself in the mirror for a moment, a wave of melancholy drowning him for a few moments, He saw himself worn out, tired.

He washed his face with cold water as an attempt to wash away the draining thoughts, it just... everything used to be so simple for him, at least sometimes... He left the bathroom and opened a window in his room, looking to breathe something other than his own self-loathing, A burst of sulfur aroma was what he found, he sighed, At this moment he missed the aroma of fruit and freshly wet grass... he may not be missing the regime of heaven but... that garden and it's smells sure were something else

He realized that he had gotten quite lost in thought, so he washed his face one last time Seeking to return to reality, and avoiding the hassle of seeing so many faces at the reception... he opened a golden portal under his feet that left him at the exit of the hotel, now he only had to...

walk.

Lovely.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

A demon twice his size was shouting at him in the middle of the street, the lamb-like demon had bruises he was bleeding and holding the demon's hand that grabbed him by the neck while lifting him off the floor, he didn't seem scared, in fact he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear despite the dangerous situation he found himself in, as if he believed that at any moment one of his exterminators would arrive and take him out of there, or simply as if it didn't enter his head that he wasn't untouchable.

-F-FUCK YOU.. YOU.. FUCKING PUSSY!

He tried to get free even with less oxygen than required, he increasingly gained strength to kick his attacker into the pit of his stomach, leaving him breathless momentarily and falling to the ground, he took a deep breath and before the opponent could notice Adam was half a block away, he may have been out of shape, but he managed to ran into an alley and lean against the wall, while he saw the idiot run past him.

-SHIT- FUCKING- DAMN IT!

He dropped to the floor sliding down the wall, wiped the blood from his nose, then saw the blood on his hand..

Red.

His blood was... Red. Did he feel.. anger? No.. sadness? Of course not.. he was not a pussy.. He felt... To hell with what he felt all this was bullshit and he shouldn't be going through this! He shouldn't be here! He Should not.. he shouldn't be here...he was the first man...God's most beautiful creation! Fuck..he couldn't be rotting in this shit hole together with all these pieces of shit! They all came from him. where is his respect..

Interrupting his internal monologue bar existential crisis, he heard footsteps and unconsciously clung to the wall with his new claws, since he had arrived he had already escaped from five guys who were looking to kick his ass, perhaps a sixth could be avoided.

Humming a catchy melody, a familiar face passed by looking for something, looked at a sheet of paper, then at the shops, Then he approached the window of the establishment and stuck a flyer on it, without realizing the stare he had on him, Although of course, many people had looked at him since he left the hotel, he had had to send a couple flying, so it wasn't something especially peculiar

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

of all the habitants of hell... IT SHOULD BE FUCKING LUCIFER THE FIRST FAMILIAR FACE HE SEES?! This day, this place and all of this it's nothing but a stupid damn joke!

What the fuck is he doing? Hanging ruffles? Last time he tried to sell him that he was such a big deal, what was he doing hanging fucking pamphlets in the disgusting streets full of shit?

The gaze that Lucifer felt on his shoulder felt heavier and heavier, when he looked out of the corner of his eye he noticed a sinner looking towards the flyer he puted on the glass, and an idea crossed his mind, what would be better than advertising the hotel? Well, make it work of course! He could do this, it was just... talking to a stranger! Perfect, and the bad thing was that... he had to talk to a stranger. come on morningstar! For your daughter's approval!

-Heey you.

They both remained in total silence, panic could be seen on Adam's face, had he recognized him? It seemed like no... everything pointed to no, but that didn't stop his brain from wanting to run away and leave him alone in that moment, Lucifer had an ackward face and it shows in the way his eye twitched that he regretted his decision ever since the words left his mouth, but there was no way to take it back now, meanwhile Adam considered the possibility of just running away.

-I see you... watching from there! You can... read it. You know.. it's a pamphlet. They are for... reading-

He could easily smash his hand against his face in an exaggerated way, but this wasn't the time for that, if he brought a guest to the hotel today Charlie would be so happy! he can do it, it was like selling, It's not that he knew how to sell things... but how hard could it be

Meanwhile Adam looked at him with a disappointed face, his communication skills were as deplorable as they had always been, but he glanced at the pamphlet, of course, their fifth class hotel.

-It has everything! You should tell every person you see in hell about it.

Adam's disgusted face spoke for him, while Lucifer sighed, obviously it wouldn't be that easy to bring someone to the hotel in one day, but for Adam everything was going wonderfully since at least he didn't know it was him.

The feeling did not last too long, as he felt a figure forming behind him, heat emanating from near his back, the lamb-like demon feared the worst, and unfortunately he was right.

-To claim to be the first dick you are quite the pussy.

Said a demon behind him, twice his size, Shark-like, It was the guy from before for sure, shit-

-wait. what was that first thing you said?

before the words had a chance to come out of the angel's mouth in their entirety, He felt a gust of wind pass by him but as far as he was concerned, the wind doesn't scream.

As he turned around at the speed of the wind itself, he could briefly see his future guest crashing into the brick wall at the hands of the stupid demon who had interrupted his negotiation attempt, in a moment six wings came out angelically from the sovereign's back to place himself just in time between the two demons with a flutter of his wings, whit one hand he stoped the inevitable punch destined to hit Adam's face.

-Nobody taught you not get into the grown up's conversations... right?

He said this while a grin formed in his face, showing sharp teeth which this guy would remember all his life, Lucifer released the guy's fist to hold his wrist and with a twist of his hip he easily sent him to the other side of the pentagram.

-now. where did you get that phrase from?

When the angel looked behind him he could see nothing more and nothing less than two hooves walking away two meters away

-Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!

Although Adam's intention was to lose sight of the small man following him, when he looked back all he could see was his imminent arrival to the ground, receiving a tackle from Lucifer, they both fell rolling around as if they were two little children fighting in the school garden

-SPEAK FILTHY CREATURE

He demanded, standing on top of the lamb, despite it being half his size and looking humorous, the truth is that Adam couldn't get out of his grip no matter how hard he tried.

-STOP BEING SO DAMN DENSE BITCH!

Oh God. He recognized that voice, he recognized that stupid self-nickname, and worst of all, he recognized that stupid tantrum.

-how the hell. are you here rigth now.

-Why should I say that to you, huh?!

-maybe because YOU DON'T HAVE ANOTHER OPTION?! MAYBE??

Both continued to struggle with each other, one to escape and one to have answers. Lucifer was afraid of letting him escape and that he could cause some trouble, although thinking about it carefully... he looked at his lamb's ears, his hooves, his eyes and his teeth... now he was a simple sinner, There wasn't much he could accomplish even if he tried, he'd probably be screwed, he may already had taked a few beatings even.

-Well, I have no idea! I hope that helps sucker!

He said and spit in his face, something he didn't thought about properly, or didn't thought about at all, The ruler's face was irritated, as if he were putting up with a spoiled child, well... that's practically what he's doing.

-That's all, Let's go.

He cleaned his face whit his sleve and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and began to drag him along the sidewalk, he had an exhausted expression as if he didn't have what it took to face this situation today, although he probably wouldn't any day.

-the FUCK. ARE YOU DOING?!

He said, fluttering his black wings everywhere, managing to irritate Lucifer by obstructing his vision, forcing him to stop, to which he grunted in annoyance.

-Well. taking care of you! What else am I supposed to do! It's what I should always do! because it seems like your entire existence is made to cause me problems!

Adam's gaze could be nothing but anger, he struggled away from Lucifer's grasp, which was curious to see due to the difference in sizes, once free he turned around to look at him from the front

- YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, I WAS MADE TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

-If you were as perfect as you say, how do you explain this eh! How do you think this happened?! You are not in this putrid pit for being the dick of the dicks PAL!

The lamb growled in exasperation as he stamped on the ground with his right hoof, after pulling his hair looking to escape from his angryness he lookef at the little one in the eye.

- IF I DON'T CARE, WHY THE FUCK SHOULD YOU CARE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP!

He felt a lump in his throat, but not as painful as the lump in the throat of the king of hell himself, Why should he care? Why the fuck should he care??

-Oh then i saw You die a fucking WEEK AGO. and You expect me to see that You are alive and let you wander through hell knowing that any demon is out there KICKING YOUR FUCKING ASS?! A THANK YOU WAS ENOUGH!

Lucifer screamed as his eyes turned from yellow to red from how infuriating he found having to argue with this idiot, he was never particularly reasonable but right now he was more irritable than normal and had no idea why

- THANK YOU?! OH SURE THEN YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT ME LIKE A CHARITY CASE FOR YOUR BRAT'S SHITTY HOTEL HUH!? Well I have news for you DUDE!

Adam He kicked dirt from the street, dirtying Lucifer's clothes, who coughed in response to the cloud of dust

-im not your fucking guinea pig.

He narrowed his gaze in disgust, looking down literally and metaphorically at his contrary.

-Are you allergic to kindness? or why is it that you can't accept a fucking favor!?

Adam's Contemptuous face became one of intense anger and he took a step forward and brought his face closer to the angel's.

-from YOU? Of course. Good joke.

Lucifer had enough, he wouldn't wait to know where this reunion could go, It's not even worth wasting his breath on... Adam. Or at least that's what he thought.

-you know what? It's fine with me. It's not like you're not used to everyone leaving you, stay like that, as always, stay alone.

The king shook his clothes to remove the dirt, with one hand he snapped his fingers and as he arrived he left, Adam was left with an unreadable expression, he didn't move from there, he just stood there.

still and quiet.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The golden portal opened above the hotel's front door, since he had avoided greeting people in the morning he assumed he could say hello in the aftern.. nigth, it was nigth.

Well, anyways, he would greet them at night then.

Opening the door abruptly without worrying about whether it was timely or not, he stepped into the hall.

-HEELLOOO everyone! How does the night treat you all?

From there you could easily see the bartender behind the bar along with the little maid sitting at the bar playing with some dead bug, on the sofa lay their most exotic guest and a certain deer showed no signs of being close, much to the king's liking.

-we have been better short king, But nothing that a drink can't fix, rigth wiskers?

The feline rolled his eyes but smiled at the end, and began to mix different liquids, When he looked in the direction the king was his eyes widened in surprise

- wow. It looks like you were hited by a truck.

Angel Dust looked in the same direction realizing what the bartender was referring to, It really looked like they had made him crawl on the floor, well, in fact something like that happened-

- someone played too rough whit ya~?

Husk put his palm to his face as Nifty leaned over the bar counter

- I like rough.

She said, sketching a sinister smile, to which Lucifer reacted with a certain degree of displeasure, and Husk put a donut from the bar counter in her mouth to make her shut up for a little bit

- umh.. rigth. Well no, I wasn't hit by a truck, and no! Neither, the other thing. I just ran into a few issues. Nothing to worry about.

While this small exchange of words was going on, footsteps could be heard in the distance approaching faster and faster, ending with a hug from behind to Lucifer's surprise.

-DAD! What happened? It took you hours to come back!

-Oh come on, come on... it's nothing at all! A few small issues, a few hours! But everything is fine now.

While the angel convinced Charlie that it was nothing, sounds of static reached everyone's ears, covering them in the act, everyone anticipated the arrival of you-know-who, it was nothing new for him to arrive in such a dramatic way, especially if the king was there prior to his arrival

-How interesting... I would swear it would take more than a few small matters to delay the big boss.. a couple hours.

The one who had just arrived in the room exclaimed very arrogantly, with a smile from ear to ear per usual , Charlie watched him appear on the spot and waved happily, only to receive a greeting from the deer-like demon in return.

-oh oh oh If you only knew You little shit.

Lucifer smiled evilly knowing that if Alastor ran into Adam again the last thing he would do would be act with that arrogance so characteristic of his

-Honey there is someone at the door.

Vaggie entered the room and to the conversation to warn her girlfriend about the presence of someone outside, so charlie left the two old men arguing to answer the door

-Oh but tell us your highness, what were these "issues" then.

-Nothing that your walnut-sized brain can understand piece of-

Two brown hooves entered, stepping on the red carpet that covered the hotel's entrance hall, to which Charlie said very excitedly and taking small jumps until they reached the area where everyone was, her girl on one side of the stranger and her on the remaining side.

Lucifer's sight changed from being fixed on Alastor to seeing the newcomer and although the king was already prepared to smile at the person to receive them, when he looked at him carefully, the only thing that came out of his mouth was..

-FU- ADAM?! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE.

When everyone heard who he was talking about, they stayed cold and glued to the floor. With his new demonic form, no one would have guessed that it was the leader of the exorcists in person, or rather... in demon.

-ADAM?!

-adam??

-THAT ADAM?!

-OH OH estás muerto CABRON!

-Mhhh..

After the domino reaction Adam with lowered ears tried to talk keeping his dignity and pride, not very successfully, with a stupid smile on his face he speak

-heey bitchees.. so.. what's for dinner?

You could swear there was the sound of a cane breaking in the background followed by a static sound.

[happilybeingthenerd]

Questions for the Magikey users

Twst au by: @quartztwst

My first post about Mia here for context

(Cringe and bad english you've been warned)

Section 1 - Your OC Answers

1. How does it feel to be a MagiKey user?

Mia: "Well at least for me most of the times. I really do enjoy it. I'm happy ,I'm able to save people with what I do and overall it's a breath of fresh air from my everday life."

2. How popular are you in MagiKey rankings?

Mia: "About that... I'am not that popular amongst the rankings. I have suspicion as to why since sometimes I can unintentional come of as rude."

Mia: "To be honest I do get jealous of others that are on the top of the rankings, however I'm thankful for the fans I have."

3. Which MagiKey would you rather have than your own?

Mia: "Huh I never thought about it until now, but if I had to choose I think it would be Shakti? (@twistedtalestory).

Mia: I hoped I pronounced it correctly, but definitely hers. Her powers are pretty unique and her abilities are quite neat in my opinion. Not to mention the fact that she's very powerful"

4. Why did you became a MagiKey user?

Mia: "This is a bit embarrassing to admit ,but since I was younger I always dream of becoming a Magikey user. Mostly because, I thought it was a way to not have to deal with my parents academic pressure.

Mia:Although as I got older I realised that this job should be sent out to adults ,given how dangerous it is .But who am I to judge?"

5. How long have you been in MagiKey

Mia: "Three years now ,time really flies."

Section 2 - You explain!

6. What is their motivation to keep being a magical user?

For Mia it's complicated, since she genuinely wants to help people and enjoys the job. But also sometimes takes it too seriously that ends up making her overworking herself and can hate it.

7. How are they usually in a battle?

Because Mia often works alone she focuses on trying to act fast while doing strong attacks as well trying to avoid any enemies or villains ,since she can't heal herself with her powers.

However the times she's working in a team ,she puts others before her becoming the main defense of the team to make sure her team doesn't get hurt.

Thanks to the fact she's been a magical key user for a while and has seen, others magikey users dead, seriously injured or becoming corrupt.

(Lazy drawing of her power ,for an example)

8. How are their daily lives?

Mostly just going to school ,seeing her friends every once in awhile. As well as working in her part time job as a barista in a small cafe.

9. What is their opinion on other MagiKey users in general?

Mia has no clue really ,on one hand her competitive nature makes her a bit envy of them and on the other she has so much respect for the othe magikey users and is pretty much a closed fan girl.

Section 3 - Deeper Level

Mia struggles with wanting to be the best at everything and show herself to others ,plus wanting to be perfect at everything.

Leaving her to seem like she doesn't want to get along with anyone, in her daily life she doesn't have to face that because she often hasn't to show that side of her.

But she really want to get to know other magikey users and be able to be friends with them ,and make sure that they are safe. Specially since she has been one for a long time.

As she feels the need to make sure that accidents like corruptions stop from happening ,and feels extremely guilty for not having the power to stop them.

11. What is their favorite color?

Blue to a unheathly degree

[ash5monster01]

Speak Now

pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

warnings: fluff, language, mentions of heart ache, mentions of past trauma, angst.

summary: based off the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift, in honor of Taylor’s version dropping today. Listening to it today I thought of this and I just couldn’t help myself. I rushed and the writing is sloppy, but it’s still cute 💜 I just had to do it to celebrate. For a very basic description the reader crashes Steve’s wedding, enjoy xx

word count: 2,080

Masterlist

7/7/89

It had been three years since you had received a letter from him. Three years almost exactly. Three years since he gave up writing because you never wrote back. Yet this time the letter was in a purple envelope, sealed with a gold wax stamp, and cursive writing in dainty loops across the corner. Not the normal chicken scratch you were used too. Yet there it was, your name scribbled in a rush, center of the envelope. Heart hammering in your chest you opened to see what you absolutely dreaded.

Save The Date!

Tears burned at the back of your eyes but you knew you couldn’t let them fall. Crying would be useless now. You did it to yourself and now you had to deal with the consequences. Running away from Hawkins all those years ago meant running away from him too, but now maybe it was for the best. You could go back, attend the wedding, and show him you had moved on, prove to yourself you had moved on. Yet you were lying to yourself, you knew that wasn't your motive when you taped the invite to your fridge and called work to ask off.

So here you were, driving back to a town you promised yourself you'd never go back to on this extremely hot and sunny day. The purple dress wrapped in plastic laying across the passenger seat. Robin shocked she had recieved a call from you saying you'd needed somewhere to stay for the wedding, mainly because she didn't even know they invited you. She didn't hesitate to say yes though, she had missed you, and even if it was for a day she would take it. So she planned to get ready and let you do her makeup just because it had been so long. She knew not to mention the wedding as you applied eyeshadow to her eyes, curlers wrapped in your hair.

"I'm glad you're here" she tould you fondly, fingers playing with a stray makeup brush. "It's been a really long time"

"Yeah, three years" you muttered, focused on blending the pinks across her eyes.

"I'm glad you came" she told you again, trying to reinforce how much it meant to her and everyone that you were here.

"I'm surprised you’re wearing makeup for this" you told her, trying to stray from the obvious conversation you didn't want to have.

"Not really my choice, Steve wanted me up there in a tux on his side but she told me it was too tacky, that if he needed me in the wedding so bad I could stand up there in a bridesmaid dress" you couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as Robin told you this, clearly not comfortable with the fancy hair, makeup, dress, any of it.

"You can wear a tux at my wedding Rob, and I'd happily wear one to yours" you told her and she smiled brightly, missing you in a way she couldn't even explain. You should be the one marrying Steve and even she knew it. So she caught you up on her life, not leaving out a single detail because maybe if you knew everything you wouldn't leave this time.

Walking up to the church was when you finally addmitted to yourself why you were here. You’re not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but he was not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl. So despite how everything ended all those years ago you knew you had to do something whether you were stopping the wedding for yourself or him, you weren't quite sure yet.

"You go ahead, I'm gonna get some fresh air" You told Robin, her bridesmaid dress a gorgeous pastel color. You were jealous she was in the wedding, standing on the side of his future wife but you knew she was up there for him, not her.

"I'll see you after" Robin set a comforting hand on your shoulder and you nodded, half tempted to light a cigarette despite not smoking one since high school. Yet before you could ask to bum one you found yourself sneaking through the back door, the bustling of the busy wedding party surrounding you. The boys stood in matching tuxes, now so much more grown in the last three years, and girls you had never seen before in matching pastels to Robin whispered in a corner. Unrecognizable family wearing pastels to match rushed around as well, quickly you walked by as if to go unnoticed. That's when you heard the shrill voice, your head peering into a room to see blonde hair curled perfectly laying a top a dress shaped like a pastry as she yelled at a briesmaid. This was not what you had thought it'd be, not what you both had imagined for your own wedding. Knowing Steve never planned something like this.

"Only a few people, none of my family if I can help it, and screw the stuffy church we should get married in a big field with a ton of wildflowers. Hell we should even ask Hopper to marry us, just our friends and the kids. There is no need to make such a big show of your love unless you're trying to prove something, and what do we have to prove?"

"Absolutely nothing, we're as real as it gets"


Those words burned in the back of your mind. The terrible truth that this wedding was him trying to prove something, maybe that's why you had recieved an invite with your name written in such a rush. Maybe it was a cry for help, or maybe you were delusional. No matter what the fantasy of standing and saying 'Don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow. You need to hear me out' stamped permanently in your brain. Realizing the wedding was about to start you snuck back out, at least before you caught sight of him. Spotting Nancy and Johnathon in a pew, shocked faces painted on as you approached them, you slipped into the seat beside them.

"Y/N what're you doing here?" Nancy asked, moving her purse to make more room for you.

"I was invited" you told her, knowing she wasn't upset just confused.

"No you weren't, I helped send the invites" your heart tripled in speed as she informed you of this, the confirmation that Steve had invited you last minute without saying a word to anyone. A cry for help. You watched people speak fondly to eachother as the organ began to play, the song way to similar to a death march. Seeing the faces around you, the clear shock proved you were not invited by the bride to be, that you were out of place in your bright purple dress, the color of the wildflowers you imagined him marrying you in. Thats when you saw him standing at the alter, big fluffly hair, sleek black tux, and bright eyes. His eyes scanning the crowd.

Then right before they landed on you the bride appeared in the aisle, everyone standing because the wedding had now officially started, her looking like a pageant queen. But you knew he wished it was you, you looked back at him trying to read his thoughts. He would only send an invite if it truly meant he wished it was you and he wanted you to save him. The daydream came to mind again, the hope of meeting at the back door and rushing to find a field of wildflowers fit for you to remember your great love. As the wedding progressed Nancy noticed you bouncing your leg and she shot a worried glance to Johnathon. It may have been three years but she still knew you, knew that you were about to do something so crazy you had to bounce your leg to ease the nerves.

"Speak now or forever hold your peace" The preacher fianlly said and there's the silence, there's you last chance. So you stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on you, horrified looks from everyone in the room, but you're only looking at him. Steve.

Eyes scanned the room, waiting to see what happened next as the bride wore an offended look. Nancy hid her face against Johnathon, unsure what to do as Robin wore a grin bigger than the entire wedding itself. People in the pews whispered, the kids standing beside Steve hitting each other, not realizing you were here until now. Yet you never removed your eyes from his as you waited to see if what you had just did is what he had wanted. That he invited you because he wanted to not say yes, run away now, meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. To not wait, or say a single vow because your time is running out.

Your not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl, so here you were standing now when the preacher says speak now.

"What do you have to prove Steve?" you watched as his jaw clenched slightly and then he was dropping her hands, a gasp eliciting from the action yet you couldn't help the smile that appeard on your face.

"Absolutley nothing" and then looking like a dream in that tux he floated down the alter, meeting you in the aisle and rushing out the door. The hum of whispers and shocked gaps filled the church as you disappeared into the entryway, your hands locked together, grins etched across your faces as you let out heavy breaths of air.

"Let's run away now, I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door. Baby, I didn't say my vows, so glad you were around when they said, speak now" you nodded quickly, adrenaline, excitment, and love flowing through your veins. Steve grinned, hands gripping your face as he pressed a hard and quick kiss to your lips before rushing to the back room of the church where he had left his clothes.

You wasted no time getting to the backdoor, your foot bouncing as you spotted his BMW in the parking spot. The door pushed open and there was the Steve you were used to, the one that wore tight jeans and soft sweaters. He flashed you a smile as he locked hands with you again and you were sprinting to his car, laughs falling from your lips. He shut you in as fast as he could before rushing around the side of the vehicle and turning the engine to life. He peeled out so fast dirt flew up in the air but you both knew that you had already started and there was no point in stopping now.

"You came?" he smiled, hand locking with your own again.

"I did, turns out I wasn't supposed to be invited" you smiled at him and he chuckled.

"I thought I could do it, forget all about you, and do the big white wedding. Then I kept thinking about the field of wild flowers, free of my family and full of the people who actually do love me, and when I thought of that I thought of you" pulling his hand up you pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, unbelieving that you were in Steve Harrington’s front seat again.

"I wasn't going to come but then I thought of how lonely the last three years have been and some part of me knew it was a cry for help, so I came to try one last time" you honestly told him and he smiled from his seat, continuing to drive towards where he hoped to be by the end of the day.

Looking up you saw he approached a field, just outside of Hawkins, and purple wild flowers waved in the wind, bathed by the sunlight. You realized it was exactly like the wedding you both had imagined. “I planted them a few months ago, I was going to suggest it but I realized I couldn’t share them with anyone but you”

“I love it Steve”

“Just don’t leave again”

“How could I? I just crashed your wedding!”

[teenage-fleabag]

Some thoughts on the Life is Strange franchise

To be fair I'm not really up to date with recent Life is Strange discourse, but since the somewhat recent announcement I've had so many thoughts and I just wanted to ramble a bit.

I've been a huge Life is Strange fan for years now, falling in love with the first game when I played it at fourteen. Since then I've played every game that has been released in this franchise. But the first game has always felt special, like a little glimmer in time that no other game has been able to replicate, but that doesn't mean that the other games suck though!! I've quite enjoyed them!! I just think that Deck Nine aren't really living up to the standards set up by the games made by Don't Nod.

Even though one of the critiques of Life is Strange 1 is how the choices made throughout the game don't really matter in the end, seeing as they all can be easily erased by the last choice, it still felt as though they all had a purpose? They contributed to the sentiment of ''your choices matter'', letting the players see the butterfly effects that they themselves were responsible for. And all of this culminates with the final choice - being dictated by how you played the game and which relationships mattered the most to you, creating an incredibly heart wrenching ending.

And I was so excited to see how Don't Nod expanded on the choice mechanics in the second game!! Life is Strange 2 isn't without fault or criticism and I understand why many people didn't love it, especially if they played it while the episodes were being released, but it was so refreshing to see a new story and mostly, to see that the creators were trying to improve and make something different. Especially knowing that they probably saw the love for Max and Chloe, but stood firm that their story was over, which I think creatively was the best choice.

Before the Storm is difficult to talk about, because even if I do genuinely love it, it still suffers from the ending just not being as strong as you'd expect from a Life is Strange game. But I've always kind of written that off as something that you just have to deal with when creating a prequel. But then True Colors came out, which I was very excited about, even if the storyline seemed a bit similar to the first game (small town, mysterious death - I know it's kind of a reach, but still), but once I finished it I felt quite disappointed. I loved the characters, but I thought the ending absolutely sucked. So did the big reveal. It felt as though Deck Nine had learned nothing from the progress made by Don't Nod.

Since the release of True Colors I've had this feeling that Deck Nine ar just trying to recreate the magic of the first game without making any bold creative choices themselves, just juggling around elements of Life is Strange 1, trying to figure out which one will grant them the most success. This point being further proven by the announcement of Double Exposure.

Don't get me wrong, I love Max, but her story was over, she had her arc. And yeah, sure, maybe a part of me is saying this because I don't want to see her suffer anymore than she already has, but there's a reason why Don't Nod have been so adamant that her story is over for now. I know the new game isn't out yet, and I'm still holding out hope that it'll surprise me, but I truly cannot see how they can make a Life is Strange game with Max as the main character, while basically ignoring the events of the first game. I get that it has to be stand alone for commercial purposes, that a direct sequel probably wouldn't sell as well, but that makes this game just feel like fan service without actually serving the fans.

I truly have no clue how they plan on just explaining away Chloe if a player chose the bae ending, especially since they were still mentioned as being together in Life is Strange 2. I'm aware that they mentioned that the player will be prompted to input their ending during a conversation, but Max's story is so much more than just a simple conversation. It makes it seem as though a whole part of her is just being erased, a whole games worth of trauma just ignored for the hope of selling a game to as many people as possible.

I don't really know how to end this, but I'm not sure that Double Exposure will really hit the mark for many fans of the franchise. I'm still excited to play it, but I'm staying cautiously hopeful that I might be pleasantly surprised.

[unwhitewashthebadbatch]

hii i have quite a few questions, and im genuinely trying to learn so i hope these aren't offensive, even if i know i dont know too much :3 (also apologies if im incoherent, im currently dead on my feet lol) I was already aware of the whitewashing in TCW and TBB before reading your carrd, but after, it has explained/revealed more things and raised a few questions from me.

So, one is Omega. Obviously nothing justifies the fact that she is white, but shouldn't the blonde hair be excused? Didn't Jango Fett have a canonical sister who was blonde? So Jango does carry the genes for blonde hair (even if, in him, they're "turned off")- which is how Rex and the few other background clones we see have blonde hair. This is where I saw it in the carrd which is what raised my concern/question: "She's 100% Jango, lacking the genetic modifications that all other clones have... Omega has light skin and blonde hair, although the team didn't go the standard route and give her blue eyes like they have done with some clones. If she is a perfect clone of Jango, why is she blonde?"

The other questions I have are from an article that was linked in the carrd: Star Wars: A Tale of Racism. I did know that various Asian cultures/designs/etc were used in the creation of Star Wars, particularly with the Jedi (I learned this through learning where Obi-Wan Kenobi's name was inspired from)- I just would like to know- how is that bad? If other cultures are used as inspirations for various fictional cultures/races/places/etc? Is it not a good thing, in that it's showing representation and such? I mean, taking any culture and using it as a inspiration for a person/place that is only portrayed negatively is bad of course, and I can see why in the instances that it was used that way it is wrong, but (coming back to the original), for instance, what about the Jedi? The Jedi are portrayed in Star Wars as the objective good guys, who can still make mistakes, because they're not perfect. So how is that cultural appropriation? I was under the impression that cultural appropriation is when someone, who is not a part of that group/culture/etc, takes something from that group/culture/etc and uses it either in a negative manner or without credit. Because otherwise it's representation(?). Like, if I wanted to dress up as someone who had a disability that I didn't have or was from a different culture than me, because I liked that character, and if I tried to portray it respectfully/realistically, wouldn't that be representation? Or would it be cultural appropriation?

Also, another question, particularly from the Crosshair carrd, regarding how TBB/Crosshair deals with regular clones. Within the current animation/canon, because of their appearances, I can understand how their interactions/treatments can be racist. However, if, say in a fic or personal revising of their appearances in your head, you fix the colors and appearances to be, still different/modified but accurate to being actual clones of Jango, wouldn't those beliefs change? It would go from, instead of a white man picking on a POC man because of a sense of genetic superiority, a POC man picking on a POC man because of a sense of genetic superiority. Not to say that they are "superior", but they were supposed to be genetically enhanced, far above the average clone. And question on the term "regs". It was mentioned in on of the carrd's that there is often a stereotype that POC people are infantilized, and in Star Wars, regarding the clones, it can come out as them not being able to make their own culture, needing someone to help them with it. Wouldn't "regs" be a part of that culture? It is what a clone who was enhanced far beyond the regular enhancments would call a clone who has only had the regular dose. It's like how the clones call Jango Fett "Prime".

If these were offensive I'm so sorry, I'm trying to learn/understand, and I figure I might as well ask the question that could be offensive and then be corrected instead of just keeping the offensive ideas without correction. <3 :D

Hello! Thanks for sending this ask! I'll answer your queries to the best of my ability.

For question one: First, I want to clear up a misconception regarding Rex and other clones. Their hair isn't naturally blonde -- in canon, Rex bleaches, though it's popular fanon that he's a natural blonde. As for Jango's canonical blonde sister -- what's less important than the in-universe reasons for why a character trait exists is the real life (out of universe) explanation. In writing, when a character is meant to be portrayed as "pure" or "innocent", it isn't uncommon to make them blonde (and a girl, but that's for a different post). The simple fact of the matter is that the creators of the Bad Batch factored blondeness into Omega's appearance of innocence and her allegedly being a "pure" clone of Jango.

In terms of how genes work, they have to be expressed the same way in order for one set to be a copy of another's. Imagine a series of lights switches on a wall. If the first half are off and the second half are on, can you change the orientation and then say that it's really the same just because the same number of light switches is present? I'm not a geneticist by any means, but mere presence of genes isn't enough. They have to be expressed the same way. Which then loops us back to the question of why pure, innocent, morally upright Omega, who is a pure genetic copy of a brown man with black hair, ends up blonde.

(In all honesty, as much as Jango has a canon blonde sister, I don't think anyone's ever cared enough about her to do that level of digging and design a new character inspired/partly justified by her, but I digress).

For question two, on cultural appropriation: CA doesn't just have to be attached to negative portrayals for it to be CA! Here is where we ask ourselves why George Lucas and other writers/creators of the Jedi were so comfortable being "inspired" by various Eastern Asian cultures without ever including Asians in prominent positions in their works. Using a real life culture as inspiration in itself isn't bad, but how one goes about it -- taking the appearance without including the people -- is where that "representation" gets into CA territory.

Especially considering how for the longest time, characters who were Asian in Star Wars were portrayed more negatively than positively, many Asian fans weren't/aren't thrilled to have their culture undergird so much of Star Wars while their faces are nowhere to be seen.

I can't speak to "dressing up as" a disabled person since I myself am not disabled, and I don't want to draw any incorrect conclusions about you, but I would say in general that you dressing up as someone from a group you're not part of doesn't fit the definition of representation. Representation must represent the people/culture.

For the third question, regarding Crosshair: If one chooses to redesign the Bad Batch but keep their superiority complex, then yes appearance of their beliefs would change. I want to make sure I'm understanding you correctly here -- it seems like you're saying that within the bounds of the Star Wars universe, Crosshair is/looks racist because he's a white(washed) man picking on men of color. I want to be clear that 99% of our critiques of the series and designs come from a real-world view, in which we analyze, question, and call out the optics of the Bad Batch with the understanding that that were all writing and design decisions that human writers made.

So within the context of the show, it's not really white man versus man of color because those distinctions don't exist in the Star Wars universe. However, they DO exist in our world, and that is where our critique lies. If Crosshair were redesigned and still a jerk, to us he'd look like a regular jerk, not a racist jerk. In the show, he's a jerk either way. It's actually 100% possible to keep the Batch's false sense of superiority and not come out with a bigoted work. I hope I tackled what your confusion was here!

For the final question, about regs: "Regs" can absolutely be part of the Batch's own subculture of clone culture, as it's a reflection of both their willful separation from greater clone society and their false sense of superiority over the rest of the clones. In the context of the show, the term is used derisively and apparently with justification, as the Bad Batch's belief in their genetic superiority is never challenged throughout the three-season run of the show. Ultimately, it comes down to how the word "regs" is used and portrayed in the show/writing.

I hope I answered all your questions! Admittedly, it's been quite some time since I've had to answer a question about #UnwhitewashTBB and I worry I may have assumed some information is common knowledge when it's not. If there's anything you're still confused about, don't hesitate to reach out! Have a nice day!

~ Mod CH