#tanner ( visage )

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Scrutinized (Reflect Studios) - Tanner Grayton

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INTRODUCING …

𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬   𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮      -      thirty  -  one    /    step class instructor    /    he + him    /    drew    ray    tanner    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚   𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚      -      twenty  -  seven    /    botanist    /    she + they    /    camila    mendes    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .

𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞      -      twenty  -  eight    /    lawn care specialist    /    he + him    /    nick    robinson    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚   𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢   -   𝐥𝐢𝐧      -      forty  -  one    /    primary care physician    /    she + her    /    constance    wu    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .  

𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐲𝐧   𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫      -      twenty  -  seven    /    assistant    /    she + her    /    samantha    logan    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .   

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚   𝐫𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐢      -      twenty  -  five    /    professional figure skater + part - time ice skating instructor    /    she + her    /    charithra    chandran    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .

𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬   𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧      -      twenty  -  six    /    public relations manager    /    he + him    /    jonah    hauer  -  king    .    |    THREADS    /    VISAGE    /    MUSINGS    .

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[bittenfms]

───  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ! welcome  to  forks, rosie !  we  look  forward  to  seeing  you  around  town, and  do  hope  nothing  bad  happens  to  bree tanner, maria +  felix . please  go  through  the  checklist  and  send  in  your  account  within  twenty-four  hours  or  your role  will  be  reopened !    

⟨  –  taylor russell, cis woman, she/her.  ⟩ it seems like bree tanner has been seen around town, humming cherry coloured funk by cocteau twins under their breath. apparently they are a 23 year old human. townsfolk whisper about them being seraphic and assiduous, but also fickle and mendacious. the motel housekeeper / bowling alley clerk has been in town for just under a month, and gives off the vibes of an ache somewhere deep in your belly for something unknown / when charles bukowski wrote ‘and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?’, thorn-marred knees sinking ever so slowly into the glacial embrace of a placid lake / lost recollections of how you’ve come to the water but oh isn’t the call of the wet soil and sunken dead branches so divine?, nightmares from a past life that awaken your body in a violent and sudden heave / names said like a hushed prayer to comfort a mind all turbulent thoughts and bloody memories. ( penned by rosie, twenty5, she/her, cst. )

⟨  –  lizeth selene, demi woman, she/they.  ⟩ it seems like maria has been seen around town, humming nocturne no. 21 in c minor by chopin under their breath. apparently they are a 24 / 319 year old vampire. townsfolk whisper about them being sybilline and astute, but also parlous and unscrupulous. they’re a member of the mexican coven, and they give off the vibes of the tar-thick feeling of the air as a thunderstorm approaches and everywhere you look is dark and filled with a sort of unrelenting fury like an omen given by some wrathful old testament god to the faithless, rotten girlhood as antecedent to monsterhood and teetering along the cusp of sanity / when margaret atwood wrote “there’s something off about that girl. borderline. any little shock could push her right over the edge”, the loneliness of a cruel winter night and how hollow the body feels as december claws itself inside the carcass of a life mourned, a life forgotten. ( penned by rosie, twenty5, she/her, cst. )

⟨  –  park seojoon, cis man, he/him.  ⟩ it seems like felix has been seen around town, humming valse sentimentale op. 51 no. 6 by tchaikovsky under their breath. apparently they are a 34 / unknown year old vampire. townsfolk whisper about them being sycophantic and debonair, but also mephistophelian and tenebrific. they’re a member of the volturi, and they give off the vibes of blood as it runs down a cracked porcelain visage and that painfully lovely smile... oh how beautiful it looks accompanied by fresh crimson stains and tribulations of slaughter and debauchery, how the moon rises at dusk and paints the sky a great abyss / how the chastity of twilight is mutilated and warped (metamorphosis that promises the grotesque from something once beautiful and pure like monsterhood, like boyhood), a rage so glacial and hollow and ugly — and isn’t it mine, still? good god, isn’t it mine? oh, how this cruelty has clawed itself so deep within raw flesh and made more monster than man, more venom and ruination and bedlam. ( penned by rosie, twenty5, she/her, cst. )

[risiblesamours]

TIMELESS

– FT YUNA

                                                          ✩ ○.⋆☽ ⋆.○ ✩

Et malgré qu’elle nie le fait d’avoir souvent eu les oreilles trainantes, un coté curieux sur ce que pouvait dire son frère ou faire en dehors de leur lien unique tu décides de lui offrir ce souvenir qui si soudainement te revient à l’esprit. C’est juste une bribe, un éclat d’une demi-journée parmi des tas d’autres que tu lui décris tout en continuant de marcher dans ces allées ou la paix et le silence de mort règne. Tu feras peut-être sourire les habitants des lieux, ceux qu’on a oublié et qui depuis trop longtemps maintenant n’ont pas entendu une histoire neuve.

Peut-être que tu la feras sourire elle, 

Ne sait-on jamais, sur un coup de chance que ça lui fasse du bien.

Toi-même tu te fais du bien en lui parlant de tout ceci, en te remémorant ce moment qui pendant longtemps fut votre secret ultime. Tu vous revois un brin plus jeune – à peine la majorité, t’avais encore ton ancienne coupe et lui était encore trop mince. C’était tout juste avant que vous partiez faire le service militaire si tes souvenirs sont bons. Tu te rappelles avoir tanner Woosung pour voir cet atelier, te moquant de sa sœur et de son talent imaginaire. Il voulait juste te prouver qu’elle gérait la peinture, savait y faire. Il voulait te montrer le plus de toile possible mais en touchant trop de chose, mettant ses doigts de partout il a fini par faire une connerie. Et toi, en voulant l’aider tu n’as fait qu’empirer la situation.

T’es finalement bon qu’à ça Hyujin, enfoncer les gens.

Comme tu l’imaginais, tu vois un sourire se dessiner sur ce visage constamment fermé – détruit par le chagrin. Et t’aurais pu t’arrêter là dans ton récit Hyujin, c’était déjà suffisant mais dans l’espoir de la rendre encore plus heureuse – toujours plus avide d’une réaction de sa part tu décides de lui avouer où se cache la fameuse toile que vous avez abimés, lui confie que celle-ci est au fin fond du dressing de son frère jumeau. Tu pensais voir un éclat de joie éclairer son visage mais soudainement elle arrête de sourire Yuna, s’arrête de marcher aussi. Et tu la toise curieux, ne comprends pas tout de suite qu’elle a tellement besoin d’une quelconque nouveauté concernant son frère qu’elle va te lâcher plus tôt que prévue.

- Le tableau, il est dans son dressing j’crois au niveau de ses costumes … Si il a pas bougé de place les choses entre temps.

Que tu lui répètes sur un ton clair et précis histoire qu’elle assimile l’information. T’es quasi certain qu’il n’a pas bougé, tu ne vois pas pourquoi il aurait changé de place si soudainement le tableau Woosung et t’oses espérer que personne est venu fouiller et faire du tri dans ses affaires si rapidement. Et à peine les mots répétés que la tornade Yuna te dit qu’elle doit y aller, doit retrouver son chauffeur. Elle est pressée la brune, se met à marcher rapidement. T’ouvres un instant la bouche Hyu mais t’as finalement rien à ajouter. Alors t’abandonne l’idée, la regarde quitter le cimetière sans forcément prendre son rythme de marche, sans l’empêcher de s’en aller rejoindre ce dressing, cette toile abandonnée. Et quand t’arrive à la sortie du cimetière elle n’est plus là Yuna, elle s’en est déjà aller.

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// Some late night sketches of some boys

// Alu being Alu, some sad Breathy Boi, some mad Breathy Boi, and Some Spooked Breathy Boi ft. Tanner, and Lucas havin’ a ciggy

// HQ versions are available here if Tumblr messes with them

// Feel free to reblog! ❤️

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                                        muses ft. others   ┊   TANNER   &   OCTAVIA

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Shawn Mendes & Hailee Steinfeld - Stitches ft. Hailee Steinfeld

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Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

Story Moodboard!

It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

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