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[gaylordthethird]

Angry about how when I went to my pediatrician to get assessed for heds ande said I didn't quite have it whilst also saying I technically met the criteria for diagnoses >:(((((

[fair-night-starry-tears]

I did a full body draw on Penne.

And also her in the house of mouse passing cookies. And her being upset because someone yanked her too fast away from the Coastman so now the cookies are on the ground (Jafar apologized but he fucking knew a evil mad man when he is one.)

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire

[zorosdimples]

WHEREVER YOU ARE

pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader

warnings ༄ brief descriptions of violence. a little angsty at first but it’s fluff i pinky promise!

word count ༄ 796

notes ༄ i’ve been feeling so deeply about zoro lately—i cried over him a few nights ago. this is embarrassingly soggy; i poured my heart out for him. tagging my dearest ai @gojoest <3

home.

a soft breeze carries the word, a gentle whisper that ruffles zoro’s hair and curls over the shell of his ear, fading once the message rests uncomfortably on his tongue. the sea shimmers under the moon’s loving gaze, the lulling lap of waves the only sound that reaches the starlit deck. he should be chilly in the crisp salt air, but as he glances down at you—wrapped in his protective embrace, head resting against his bare chest and the steady beat of his heart—he realizes that he has never felt warmer.

home is a word that has never meant much to the swordsman.

from an orphanage to the dojo to the furthest reaches of the east blue, zoro was born a wanderer, cursed to roam land and sea with little more than three swords and a fierce dream. hunting humans and exchanging souls for bounties that could barely cover a warm meal, a glass of sake, and a dirty bed—it was a monastic existence, devoid of comfort and pleasure. but that’s the price you pay when you make a deal with the devil. greatness isn’t bestowed upon the righteous; greatness is something you must fight for with steel claws and blood in your maw. may the most vicious creature win.

home is make-believe for a demon. it’s a tale told to frightened children who don’t yet understand the cruelty of the world.

joining luffy did not cure zoro’s restlessness. it did not make him a better man—it only redirected his cruelty. the piles of flesh and bone he left in his wake loomed over him still; he trudged through a sticky stream of ichor in his nightmares. destruction in the name of something is destruction all the same. he could feel the shackles of solitude slipping, but he was (and still is) set in his ways. it’s difficult to unlearn that which you believe yourself to be. a lifetime of isolation bred a bone-deep loneliness that he couldn’t bleed out of his chest or escape when he cracked open his rib cage and welcomed eternal darkness.

home is a luxury a man—a monster—like him does not deserve.

you draw zoro from his thoughts as you shift in his lap to face him, wrapping your legs around his waist, smoothing your palms across the strong planes of his stomach. your delicate caresses dance upwards, an act of reverence as you trace over the story of his life.

puckered scars, rippling striae, dappled moles, smattered freckles; these etchings on his tanned flesh tell of his victories and mistakes and birthrights. when you reach his broad shoulders, one hand darts up to rake through his mint green strands, fingernails grazing his scalp in a way that has him chasing your touch. your other hand tinkles his earrings, the golden chimes playing their hymn as they reflect the glimmering moonlight.

zoro’s lone eye is enraptured with your movements, and when your sweet gaze meets his, you press a featherlight kiss to his unsuspecting lips. “what was that for?” he asks with a rumbling chuckle. his hands—rough, capable of atrocities—unconsciously rub up and down your sides with worshipful tenderness.

“i love you,” you confess airily with a smile, as though those aren’t the most devastating words the swordsman has ever heard.

if zoro wasn’t a selfish man he would weep at your words. he would tell you to find someone better, he would show you the mortal weight of his sins, and he would keep his distance from a soul as radiant and kind as yours. but decades of want have conditioned him to be greedy.

hearing that phrase—though zoro has heard it from your lips hundreds of times—has a grin rivaling the brightness of the moon split his sharp features. cradling his face, you stroke his dimples with your thumbs. his hands settle on your waist and tug you toward him, your bodies pressed together like hands in a prayer. he crooks his head so your mouths are a mere breath apart.

“i love you, too,” he murmurs before claiming your parted lips with his own.

zoro still has little more than three swords and a fierce dream. but he also has three warm meals a day, more glasses of sake than he could ever want, and a clean bed to crawl into at night. he’s no longer an orphan; with the straw hats there is friendship and laughter and adventure. if asked, he will insist that he’s not a good man, that he’s a demon. but he’s fiercely loyal to his family—he will cut down anyone that stands in their way to freedom.

and then there’s you. with you, zoro has a love he has never felt before. as far as he’s concerned?

wherever you are is home.

[corvidaes-crow]

A list of Yudrein's wounds at his time of death (some fanon embellishment for these), and Kishiar's birthmarks to match:

An eye gouged out and infected. Kishiar's matching eye is bloody red. Note: birthmarks in the eyeball, according to Google image search, are brown spots. I just liked the imagery of red on red.

Friction burns and sores on the ankles and wrists, and blood poisoning from those infected wounds. On Kishiar, they are red where the cuffs cut deeper, pink elsewhere, with pale, flat striae running up his forearms and calves, and down to his fingers and toes.

The line where Yudrein lost his head is dark, vibrant red on Kishiar. It's a hairline seam, hard to notice unless you're looking up close.

Whip lashes across Yudrein's back. On Kishiar, a patchwork of pale white-pink deepening to purple where the whip bit deepest.

The wound from his stabbed mana core. Purple like a bruise punched through Kishiar's abdomen, splitting at the top and bottom into a hairline fissure of red where the wound was cut open and Yudrein's mana core removed.

First timeline Kishiar's stab wound on Yuder is a green-blue gash on his chest, with the matching exit wound near his spine.

[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 11

You were walking home when you felt the shift in the atmosphere, there is something different in the air. Something or someone is watching you, it doesn’t feel malicious nor benevolent. You quicken your steps but the second you take another step. Your shifted to the road Infront of you changes, there is no houses or street but it’s like you’re in hallway of some crumbling temple, you can feel the cold air coming from the behind of you but you cannot see a thing, darkness covered was all you could see.

The fire torch was doing poor job in helping you see anything. You felt like you’re dreaming yet felt like this is the reality and everything else was an illusion. You hesitantly take step forward; you rather take a warmth that the torch provides than go back to the darkness. The torch next to the lit up as you walk and one by one everything lit up.

Chest beating out your ribs, sweat accumulating on the forehead from fear, you look around. The place is made of stones and the walls carved with symbols that seems to be ancient the whole place gives the aura of centuries if not more than couple of centuries of history.

There is circle shaped table that made of stone had carvings of symbols stand the middle. But that is not what captured you, it’s the giant statue of a goddess or entity that carved in the wall was captivating behind the stone table. A representation of sheer power and confidence oozed from the figure, head held high, tall and proud, the crown on the head, the details of the dress everything seems to be perfect and you felt a pull towards it.   

Then all of sudden a bright yellow orange shined making you close your eyes at the brightness, hands covering half of your face your try to look at the source of the light, the wind picked up with a low difficulty you finally see what made that glow on the center of the table floating in the midair was a stone of bright yellow.

Your eyes glazed and you didn’t hear a small stone beside you falls to the grounds as the giants come back to life, eyes glowing red. You didn’t acknowledge them, they both kneel the side of the table as you walk towards the stone, four stone hands placed as striae to help you on top of the table.

Stone shines bright as if its waiting for your arrival for eternity and now that you are near the glow seems to spike and the energy around the stone was buzzing with an uncontrollable power and magic. Now the glow lit up the place everything was visible.

What you did not see the thousands of bodies of women of your ages and lay lifeless. Some of the already become bones and some frozen and crushed under. This was no temple nor its was a tomb but it is the throne of the scarlet witch.

The lord of chaos magic Chthon made the throne for the scarlet witch a nexus being. one of the very rare entities that can influence the universe in a way that changes probability and alters time flow.

You slowly lift your hands to touch but hesitate for moment the stone move towards you as if it’s encouraging you to touch it, you touch then without a millisecond delay the stone is dissolve and the bright yellow light turns red blow harshly, Infront of you the statue seems to come to life as a shadow a woman floating the air with the same crown and attire.

She gives of the aura of power and strength, the way she held her head high insinuate the certainty she has, her posture was straight and defined it. The benevolent and malevolent energy thick in the air and it is hard to confirm which was dominant.

She has that light feminine energy; a source of spiritual power and healing connect with inner. wisdom and intuitive. Embodies sensuality, gentle, emotional and expressive a empathic graceful goddess

She has the dark feminine energy; a force of raw emotions, untamed desires and primal power. A sacred rage, sensuality and assertiveness. Represents the fiery transformational side of femininity that fuels the death and rebirth.  

Suddenly the figure bust into a red bright glow and it enter inside your body, you could feel the power flowing inside you, your senses being highlighted, the magic inside you strengthen ten folds.

Then everything seems to fade away as you pass out, as you fall the reality change into previous. the red veins fade away from your skin into the deepest of your body.

The leaves crunch under the weight of the wolf, as it slowly stalks towards you with calculating steps. The night is silent as dead, the porch lights of the houses are all dim and no one was on the street. The wolf had seen it all happened, out of nowhere you disappear and come back knocked out cold. He sniffs around of you checking, your heart beating now steady and clam but seems like you’re not going to wake up any soon.

The wolf looks at your face before nudging your face with his cold nose still no response he glances around for a minute before running away.

The wolf shift into his human form and his red eyes shine bright contrast of the darkness, peter change into his clothes. He come back to you “what are you?’’ he asks pushing your hair away from your face he lifts you off ground and carry towards a car, Jennifer waits for him.

“Is she dead?”

“I do not kill everyone I come across Jennifer” peter said before pausing for minute “it depends on who you are and my feeling of the day” placing on you the back seat, a buzzing reached his ears and lands on your pocket.

He takes it without a thought and roll his eyes at the texts and calls before putting back in your pocket.

He turns to Jennifer “you know where to take her”. She node at him before driving away

Far away in the exosphere the phoenix force let out a cry of anguish at the entity for taking you as host before the force could. Orange bright wings with a little mixture of yellow and red shines now the both have to wait and see how you overcome and then the force will decide if you should be able to be its host or not.

Sheila waits in the porch for you to get home, this isn’t the first time you come late but this feels different. You never been this late and she know that you know she will be waiting for you and doesn’t want to worry her and the murders has been going on you usually come earlier and you didn’t even answer her texts or calls.

She gets got bonnie bed, the day had been hard on her learning that she was witch and her grams words are true took a toll on her.

She hesitates thumb hover over the contact she dials.

Drools fall on the pillow as stiles slept peacefully murmuring something about unicorns and supernatural. The obnoxious ringtone of his phone wake him from his slumber, startled he sit up whining he pick up the phone without look at the id

“You better have something fucking important to say”

The other side pause he was about the throw the phone away and continue his precious sleep your grams voice says his name. Stiles eyes wide realizing he just cursed at your grams.

“Stiles?”

“Oh…… God… I was talking to myself……. I would never curse at you…….it just sleep talking”

“It’s alright stiles…. I was calling to see if y/n is with you?” stiles now fully awake scott told him that you were gone home after talking with derek and that’s been hours ago.

“She is not home?” he asks tensely

“No… is she with you or Scott’s home. She didn’t even answer my calls or texts?” her worry was evident on her voice

“of course, she isn’t home…. Because she is sleeping right here…… we just having sleepover?” stiles pat the pillow next to him and slowly get up, balancing his phone by his shoulder he gets wear his pants and take a shirt from the floor.

“Really didn’t you have one recently? Stiles, tell me the truth is she with you?” her tone made stiles pause. A part of him want to cover for you, but other part of doesn’t want to lie to your grams. He takes his keys and starts to make his way to hallway of his home.

“don’t worry she is alright…...she is sleeping”

A sigh of relief can be heard “well when she wakes up come see me first thing in the morning”

“Yep…got it”

After he hung up, he quietly as he can get out the house. Getting inside his jeep he makes way to scotts home. All the texts and calls unanswered made him nauseous, he doesn’t know what happened why you don’t respond to him and grams. Scott texted him that’s you gone home after talking with derek and that’s was like hours ago you should be home by now sleeping. His thought all the possibility but nothing defined your absence other than something really happened.

He curses your name “you better be fucking alright. I swear to God I can never sleep peacefully.”

He throws a little rock at scott’s window he is in no mood of climbing his legs already feels jelly. He so closes to screaming his name from top of his lungs.

“Fucking finally”

“What the hell are you doing stiles in the middle of the night” scotts unclear voice asked looking down at stiles.

“Mowing your lawn, what do you think?” stiles hiss

Scott sigh at him not having the energy to entertain “stiles, its middle of the night. quit it.”

“I’m sorry alright, grams just called me saying y/n isn’t home and she is not answering any of my call or texts”

Scott stands straight “what do you mean, she gone home right after our talk. She should be home sleeping by now”

“Yeah, expect the fact she is not and I just lied grams that we’re having sleeping over”

Stiles throws his hands in air “I was nervous okey, I didn’t want worry her. Now I’m stressing the fuck out here. What if she became late night desert for a vampire or turned to shudder cheese”

Scott’s mouth open and close like fish in water “stiles…...that’s……”

“Horrible I know…….im sorry I don’t know what to do…”

Scott thing for a moment before leaving the window making stiles frown suddenly scott jump out the window swiftly landing Infront of stiles, he stumbles at hands clenching his heart eyes comically wide.

“DUDE, WARNING A WARNING”

“Shh…. Come on mom is sleeping”

Scott and stiles sit in his jeep, seeing scott type away stiles sigh “it’s a waste of time”

“Where could’ve she go?”

A unknow caller id pop on stiles phone he declines it one hand still on the wheels as the drive around the neighborhood. It rings again he decline after continuous ringing Scott take it from him accepting the call.

His face pales when he hears what the caller said he turns to Stiles “to the hospital”

“What? Why? who is that?” stiles questions

“it’s a nurse. She said y/n is in the hospital. She might put your number in the emergency number” scott answer.

Stiles drives to the route to the hospital “what happened? Is she okey?”

“She is unconscious didn’t explain much”

Stiles gulps “I swear to god I’m going to whoop her ass when she opens her eyes”

 Stiles and scott walk into the room that you’re in after getting the number from the nurse at the front desk. “Is she alright?” scott ask the nurse as stiles move towards you.

The nurse sigh “the thing is we don’t know what’s wrong with her?”

Scott frown at that “what do you mean?”

“Someone left her like this at the front of the building the guard saw a car leaving, when we checked her heart was accelerating so fast, we thought she might have tachycardia but she clams down. We tried to wake her up but as you can see, we couldn’t. we run some test for any substance that caused this state but found none. So far, we didn’t find anything that might cause this.”

 “So, she is in some kind of deep asleep” stiles look down at you sleeping away without a worry while he and scott almost had heart attack.

Once the nurse is gone scott take off his jacket and let it rest on the chair that was there walking towards your bed.

“Should we tell her grams?” he asks

Stiles looks at him with an uncertain face “I don’t know, we will just wait for to wake up”

Scott leans in and check your neck and stiles watches carefully “she isn’t bit right?”

“No there is no bite marks or even a scratch” scott expression change into puzzled while stiles sigh in relief.

Scott leans towards your face sniffing he does it few times and stiles face twist uncomfortably “dude you’re being weird”

 His eyes wide mouth hung open “I smell a werewolf on her” stiles mirror his expression; they both look at you with concern.

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[pedrisbanana]

Pedri x brat reader smut? 🤍

Just a (kinky) quickie today ;)

Enjoy 🍌

Mini Punishments

Teasing Pedri was your favourite hobby. You loved it when he got playfully angry at you, always resulting in the most mindblowing sex, mostly in public. Maybe Pedri got off on it.

Just like today, when just a few flirty sentences towards Gavi got you bent over the dark green hood of the Mini Cooper. The cold night air of Camp Nou's underground car park combined with the cold caroche, made you shiver. Pedri scooped the hem of your dress up, exposing your  most private parts. The scrap of your panties being more decoration than modesty, he ripped them and put them into the pocket of his jacket. 

Goosebumps spread on your skin.

"I'm surprised little miss princesa even bothered to put on panties this time" The sound of his rough hand hitting your skin echoed through the empty parking lot. There was a sting, but not enough to hurt you. He was warming you up. His voice was quiet and steady. 

It was true. The last three matches you teased Pedri by showing him what you weren't wearing underneath, before he went off to the locker room. It was hilarious how it pissed him off that he couldn't fuck you before playing. He made you feel it for the rest of the days, leaving striae.

In between slaps he switched cheeks and a continuous warmth spread under the skin of your abused backside. You enjoyed it, thinking about how hard he must be from watching you, almost forgetting anyone could see you.

"I'm surprised my little midfielder even bothered to score today" Mimicking his tone, you reminded him of his 4 shots on target with only one actually hitting the net. 

He pulled you to him by the hair, fingertips tickling your scalp. Now being back to chest with your boyfriend, you could feel his erection pushing into your lower back. The material of his skinny jeans felt rough rubbing against the oppressed skin of your ass.

Pedri's breath was hot on your ear. "I thought you were to busy offering your body to my teammates, like a whore, to even notice your boyfriend scored a goal" 

You tried to make eye contact and pushed your ass onto Pedri's crotch. His words, emphasizing the word boyfriend, had your pussy dripping like hot wax, running down your thighs. "You don't like my dress ?"

This earned you a harsh pull on your hair. The pain excited you. 

Your dress was a dream in dark blue. It had a sweetheart neckline and was just long enough not to flash anyone when walking. You had bought it in the sleepwear section of an expensive boutique. 

"Your dress is not my problem, it's your behaviour that is, carino" His words sounded softer now, almost melodic and he released your hair. 

Pedri's hand settled on your waist, stopping the little lap dance his words had caused you to start, against him. "If you're gonna act like a slut, I'm gonna treat you as such" 

His index and middle finger found your clit, rubbing softly. It caused you to sigh, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. 

"Pedri..." 

His movement stopped. "You don't get to call me by my name. Don't say it again or I'll make this little ass bleed" 

Your body shivered. He picked up his pace again, this time pushing two fingers of his other hand inside you. "Be quiet. I'm fucking you for my pleasure only." 

Your body sunk forward, hands holding onto the green car. Now this was really a challenge. Your lips were gonna be chapped tomorrow. 

You could feel Pedri smirk when he pushed another finger inside you. It was really hard suppressing  your moans. Every time you clenched around him, Pedri stopped his movements to keep you from your orgasm. It wasn't the first time he edged you and you knew he was hard, so he couldn't do this for long.

If you ever doubted the willpower of your boyfriend, you surely would never again after tonight. All you could think of was the need to finally come. Tears ran from your eyes and you tasted blood on your tongue from biting on your lip. Pedri gave you silent treatment, making you focus on the sloppy sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of you. 

Little whimpers slipped from your lips, but this time Pedri removed his fingers completely. You would've probably sunken to the ground if you weren't leaning on the hood of the Mini. Feeling Pedri's stare, you managed to turn.

"If you get my car wet, I'll make you lick it off with your tongue" His eyes were dark and he used the little scrap of lace from his pocket to wipe his fingers. 

It embarrassed you deeply. 

"You may ask me" he challenged you. You didn't get the hint and he pointed to the concrete. 

"If you ask me nicely, then I'll let you suck my cock." he took a step forward, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. "and if your performance is too my liking, then I might forgive you your little act and grant you the orgasm you want so desperately"

You looked to the ground. Normally you didn't have a problem getting on your knees or talking dirty, but tonight something stopped you. 

"What ?" Pedri scoffed. "Now you're too embarrassed ?"

Oh, you weren't going to lose this. Taking all your confidence you spoke up. 

"Can I suck your cock ?" your words were merely a whisper.

He grabbed your chin. "Say it again. I didn't hear you"

"Can I suck your cock, please ?" you asked again, louder. 

He didn't answer, but stepped back to make room for you to kneel. The concrete was cold and you felt little stones dig into your knees. You made quick work of pulling his pants and briefs down.

His cock almost hit your face, being freed. He was already leaking precum, tip red and swollen. Taking him in your mouth, his hand supported your head. He moaned, pushing himself further down your throat. His pace was aggressive, since he'd been so aroused from fingering you, he wouldn't last long.

Whenever he pulled back, your tongue teased his shaft with little licks like you knew Pedri enjoyed it. But your boyfriend also enjoyed using your mouth to pleasure himself. He didn't give you time to bring in your actions, you being merely a tool for his excitement.

Whenever you didn't relax your throat fast enough, he snapped his hips faster. Saliva was running from the corners of your mouth, hitting the tops of your thighs. This was the hottest blowjob you'd ever given. Pedri knew exactly how wet it made you when he used you as his personal toy. Your clit was pulsing painfully between your closed thighs.

It didn't take him long to fill your mouth with his cum. You swallowed and wiped your mouth with your hand, waiting for his instructions. Hoping he'd give you the release you wanted, you batted your eyelashes.

Pedri tucked himself back and walked past you, towards his car. "Get inside."

Mumbling a swear to yourself you somehow managed to get up and walk to the passenger side, holding the doorhandle in a vice grip. Your boyfriend got in and waited for you, but when you opened the door, he pushed the passenger seat to the front. His eyes were hard, just like his tone. 

"Backseat and spread your legs. I want to see you wide open, but remember what I said about the car." he nodded towards the seats.

You took your dress off, to sit on it, so you wouldn't stain the fabric of the seats. Pedri smiled, watching  you completely naked, getting comfortable and spread on his backseat. 

He started the engine. "You can touch yourself, but if you don't come before we arrive home, then I'll guess you played your chance, mi amor." 

His voice made your pussy clench around nothing, staining the dress beneath you. You drove into the night, with brown eyes observing you. Pedri licked his lips at the sight, hungrily.

Yes, you loved to play with Pedri's patience, but tonight, he proofed he could play you just as easily.

A/N: As usual I hope you liked this and have time to leave some love for me 😝

Get prepared for Pedri x Reader x Joao Felix at the end of the week, my lovely banana babes 💕

My updated weekly plan will come on Friday.

Stay healthy and slutty 🌞

[fishbowlprince]

panel from striae (2024)

cannot post full work here, but will find somewhere to upload if anyone is interested

[clearskinclinic]

Stretch marks done right ✅ Call 9867370009 for appointments. #realbeforeafterresults #scartreatment #openpore #pigmentation #askdrnikita #clearskinclinicthane #melasmatreatment #skinrejuvenation #antiageing #stretchmarks #striae #skintightening #cosmeticclinicmumbai #thaneskinspecialist (at Clear Skin Clinic - Skin, Hair and Laser) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co97lgHodjF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mesozoicmarket]

A mosasaur tooth of a Hainosaurus boubker from the Couche III in the phosphate mines of Sidi Chennane, Oued Zem, Khouribga, Morocco. This close relative of Tylosaurus lived alongside other large genera like Thalassotitan, Prognathodon, and Mosasaurus. Prior to description, mosasaur fossils with tylosaurine affinity have been known for some time from the Maastrichtian aged phosphates deposits of Morocco. One key characteristic of these teeth is the tertiary striae towards the base of the crown.

[fair-night-starry-tears]

I Drew the small childrens

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @luxstring @yukii0nna

[marc--chilton]

hello yes i have more data for your polling of lesbians about wilson

as a lesbian myself i do not think that i would do him if he were a man. because yknow. lesbian. but if wilson was genderbent? sure. is he as attractive to me as other women on the show? no. cuddy, thirteen, and amber are all much more my type. do i think he'd be a very beautiful woman who i would want to be in a relationship with? yes. now, genderbent house... that'd be popular among the girlgays.

i love the wilson stretchmark idea. make that man a tiger. you've established that his forearms get big af but do other areas also get swol? because i've never seen forearm stretch marks (i mean i'm not the arbiter of stretch marks but i've got a good deal of anecdotal experience being a certified tiger-woman myself) which i assume means that bodies require a lot more for marks there (i have stretch marks on pretty much everywhere except my arms and i've seen upper arm marks but again not forearm) so surely if he's got stretch marks on the rut-swollen forearms he's also got stretch marks elsewhere? idk. maybe this is Not How Stretch Marks work. but wilson with purple (eventually fading to not-purple but IME they start purple) striae all across his back and hips and ass and thighs and knees and pecs is something i think would be nice. i also think that House would enjoy the bumps. nice added texture and that man is fidgety af.

is wilson insecure about them. do those creams even work (never tried i embrace the tiger). or is wilson like "hell yeah i'm a masculine manly alpha man with bigass muscles every few months and that makes me look like i've been mauled hell yeah"

-🎸

wilson's arm marks aren't on his forearms, they're.... actually i'll make a diagram

(tbh he probably has them on the back of his thighs and his ass too)

i'm full of stretch marks as someone who loathes lotion texture and only got fatter after puberty so trust me

he's super insecure about them even if in reality it's a sign he's in good health. to him they're just unsightly. imagine his surprise when what got him feeling better was a talk (lecture?) with house when house explained in that smartassy way of his that no one outside of wilson even cares, but if they do, it's not because they think he's ugly, but because they wonder what he must look like in rut to get those marks. not that they're gonna see them at their most visible. house has a monopoly on wilson and he's bad at sharing.

house is weirdly comforting sometimes if one knows how to read between the lines

[zorosdimples]

i love giving canon characters insecurities—it makes them feel achingly human. here are some things that zoro is self-conscious of:

being an orphan. it’s hard for him to feel like he belongs because he spent most of his life alone. sometimes he wonders if his curse is to walk the earth without friends or family.

his vocation. he has nightmares about wading across the sea of blood of the people he has slain. his hands are forever stained; some sins are too grave to atone for.

his stretch marks. he wears scars with pride because they are a record of his progress and feats. the striae on his arms and legs, however, feel pointless. they’re unseemly blemishes on his hard-earned physique.

his discomfort with physical affection. this ties into how he wasn’t raised by a loving family. hugs, kisses, simple touches—none of it comes easily to him. perhaps he isn’t worthy of love.

[bunny584]

Hi, it's trans guy anon, and this is kind of me asking for medical advice? If that is out of place, just ignore it.

So I have full intention of getting top surgery as soon as I get the chance and this is not going to stop me, I'm just curious.

If a person has stretch marks around their chest and they get top surgery/mastectomy, how does that change how the stretch marks look? For context, they are diagonal in the area under/next to my armpits.

Whether you answer this or not, have a nice day bunny!! ♡♡

Hi little love 💕 we won’t call this medical advice. Just speaking from experience, yes?

Axillary striae (stretch marks) really shouldn’t change post mastectomy! Axillary fullness isn’t addressed during top surgery (because it’s technically not breast tissue). Some surgeons like to liposuction that region of fullness to improve the contour. Some don’t!

Does that make sense? Besos 💋

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

sure i might have a connective tissue disorder that's ruining my body but I also have Abnormally Smooth Skin that's velvety soft and smooth. you wish you could have such soft skin. i don't even need lotion. is my Abnormally Smooth Skin riddled with abnormal striae and atrophic scarring and fat herniations on the feet? maybe so.