#vitiligo pussy

[cupuacu]

theres this girl at the gym whos so pretty like MODEL pretty and she moves so graciously. What the Fuck are you doing in this cheap ass gym though

[anemptypuddingcup]

Tricking you.

Trafalgar Law x Female Reader.

April Fools’ Smut Fic.

I never gave detail on how I depict Trafalgar but I see him with tanned skin and with vitiligo from the lead disease he had. (I’m not that far but I know he had that disease. I hope I’m right on this- I head-canon that he had permanent skin changes from it- hence the vitiligo).

Tbh- I also headcanon that when Law switches people’s souls, that person gains the body’s common habits.

Contains: GUYS- IT’S SOMETHING DIFFERENT- Misuse of devil fruit in the very beginning. Reader and Law soul swapped. Reader is in Law’s body. Law is in Reader’s body (They obviously still have their original voices). Law and Reader experiening each others body habits. (Like how Reader loves sucking Law off and Law enjoys filling Reader up.) Law is still the dom (sorta-) even if he’s in your body. Reader’s doing all the fucking. Oral. (Reader receiving in Law’s body.) Leg Glider to Missionary. Ik it gets confusing at some points but beat with me alright? It’s something different. I must I’ve been in a mood or sum bc GODDAMN-

“Room.”

“Shambles.”

You groan out lowly and open your eyes, your eyesight extremely different than it was before. You tried to roll over onto your side but you feel something restricting your movement- something tight around your both your wrists and ankles.

You groan out irritably but the sound of your voice suddenly causes you to freeze.

Your voice wasn’t yours.

And your body wasn’t yours.

Peering down at your body with wide eyes, you notice a male physique with tanned skin and vitiligo alongside significant tattoos that were vividly familiar in your eyes.

“Finally you’re awake, I thought I was gonna be alone tonight…” Your head shoots up at the sound of your voice fading into the bedroom. You look over in the direction you hear your voice and you eyes widens as you see your body walking towards you. “Wh-What?” You say, a bit shocked to see your naked body standing before your eyes without looking into a mirror.

“Aww, still a little sleepy?” She asked you, tilting her head to you while you sat there in genuine confusion and shock. “How in hell…” You asked yourself quietly, staring into your own eyes while she walks over to the bed. Her hand cups you face, feeling along your facial features and staring into…someone else’s eyes while you stared back into your own.

“I swapped our bodies, wasn’t that obvious baby girl? It’s me, Law.” He snickered, slowly climbing onto the bed and softly placing his body onto yours. “Traffy!? So- Fuck, you goddamn fool.” You groaned out before chuckling, throwing your head back in relief as you finally understood what was going on. Law giggles to himself before full on laughing, happy that his little trick had gotten you all shaken up.

“Funny April fools prank isn’t it? I’ve never done it with you so of course it startled you.” Law continued chuckling, his hand combing through your hair while you gave him a little pout in response. “I thought I was kidnapped and formed into something else, don’t scare me like that…” You pouted to him, your eyes trailing down your body you were in as you admired Law’s physique which happened to be yours.

Law unties your wrists and ankles and you look down at your hands which were now larger than Law’s himself. You look down at Law who smiles up at you before pushing you down onto the pillows.

“Well, I wanted to try somethin’ different. I’m sure you’re fine with it too since you’ve been wondering what it would be like in my body~” Law says, his hands sliding up and feeling along his body he was in while he lets out a shaky little gasp.

You watched as he groped his breasts and mewled out at the sensation of his fingertips against the soft mounds before he bit his lip seductively. His hips softly grinds his bare pussy against your bulge within your briefs, a heavy gasp leaving your lip as you unconsciously begin to grind your hips up against him. He could already feel you growing hard within your briefs which makes him reach his hand out and grab the hem of your briefs.

He slowly pulls them off and you gasp out shakily as you watched your cock pop up and out into the air. “I know you wanna try something different anyway, so let’s just enjoy it while it lasts, okay?~” Law whispers to you, his body slowly lying down onto his tummy while he stared down at your cock. You nodded softly to him and bit your lip, a little nervous yet excited to try something different with Law.

Law looks up into your eyes and chuckles mischievously, his hand reaching out to your length and grabbing your shaft a bit tightly. The sudden touch makes you moan out before you shuddered against him, your handing moving up to your mouth out of shyness and slight nervousness.

“Don’t be shy ________-Ya. For now, I own your body and you own mine. I want you to do whatever comes out on impulse. Pull on my hair, grab my hips…do whatever you want to do.” He says to you, trying to give you a bit more confidence on being in his body. You sigh out and nodded to him, staring down into his eyes while you watched him press his lips to your tip.

You mewl out as you watched him lick a stripe up your shaft, a groan leaving him as wraps his lips around your length before bobbing his head. You let out little moans and groans of ecstasy as you watched him suck your cock, his hands reaching up and grabbing your hips while you pressed your hand to his head.

He gags a bit and a few tears begin running down his face as he continued to try and take your cock deep down his throat. You hiss out and throw your head back before groaning out shakily, your eyes already rolling up as you enjoyed his mouth taking in your cock. He begins bobbing his head up and down a bit more, a few moans occasionally leaving him as he sucked your cock so diligently.

“Ah~ Oh fuck~ T-Traffy~” You gasp out, your fingers combing through his longer and pretty strands as your cock began to twitch against his tongue. He hums out and smiles to you as he felt your cock twitching in his mouth, his hands fondling and playing with your balls while he slowly removed his lips to speak with a little pop.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?~ Cmon then~ Paint my tongue with your jizz~” He hisses out to you, his tongue flicking and sliding along your sensitive tip. You mewl out as begin bucking your hips a bit, your voice growing loud while you felt yourself getting hot and bothered.

“I-I’m going to~ P-Please keep sucking my cock like that Traffy~” You whined to him, your begging making him giggle a bit. “I didn’t think I’d picture myself saying that…” He laughed, his hand beginning to stroke your shaft while he wrapped his lips back around your length. You whine and gasped out to him shakily as you felt your cock yearning to burst, your balls tightening within one of Law’s hands

“Cumming!- C-Cumming!~ Fuck! M’cumming!~” You grit you teeth and your eyes rolled up to the back of your skull as you grip Law’s strands tightly, yanking him farther onto your shaft and making him gag suddenly from taking to much of your length dow his throat. His eyes widens and waters as you cum down his throat so quickly yet easily, the salty and slightly bitter taste enveloping his tongue and throat.

His groans melted into moans as he drinks and gulps down your seed, your flavor overpowering his tongue while his body shudders from the flavor. He groans out shakily as his brows furled tightly, his eyes rolling up as his orgasm hits him hard like a brick. His pussy gushes while his nails clawed at your hips, his throat tightening and still swallowing around your length while you whined out in sweetened pleasure.

“God~ Fuck, I came so much~” You whined out, your body still trembling while you slowly pulled Law’s mouth from your length. He gasps out and inhales deeply before coughing just a bit, his eyes looking up into yours before he smiles up at you. You could see just a little bit of seed spilling past his lips and you chuckled a bit.

“Sorry Traffy…” You apologized to him, your hand combing through his strand while you rubbed his head. He mewls out and sticks out his tongue to you, showing that he had swallowed everything to you which makes you smile. “Ooh~ Good boy~ You swallowed up all of my cum deep down your throat~” You mewled to him, patting your thighs and motioning for him to get up into your lap.

He obeys and crawls onto your lap, his cunt soaking and drenched with his own cum and slick as he sat there on your bare thigh. “Is this how your body always feels when I’m cumming down your throat? I enjoyed that way too much than I was supposed to…” Law asked you, peppering a smooch to your lips before he looked deep into your eyes.

You blushed and nodded in response to his question, your eyes looking away from him out of slight embarrassment. “It always feels so good when you cum down my throat~ I’m guessing you enjoyed it too?” You asked him, a little snicker falling after. “Yeah…I did, I love fucking your throat but you’re too sweet to be that mean huh?” He teased you, his hand playing with the scruff beneath your chin while his other hand traced at your tattoos.

“W-Well…I don’t want my throat being sore in the morning when we switch back.” You huffed, crossing your arms while Law spreads his legs open to you. Law lies back onto the bed and into his side before he wiggles his hips a bit, urging you to come and get a good grab on him and his hips. “Well? Come on! I wanna see how this feel~ I wanna know how your body feels when you’re getting fucked by my cock.” He says, smiling to you while you stared down at him.

You chuckle nervously and gulped before scooting closer to him and getting down onto your knees. Your thumbs spreads his pussy open and a mewl leaves him while he watched you stare down at your own pussy. “I’ve never seen it from this angle…” You whisper to yourself, your fingers toying at his clit while you observed his slit from this different angle. Law shudders and huffs out heavily, his tongue trailing across his lips while he watched you play with his pussy and thighs.

“O-Oi! Eyes up here, quit starin’ and ogling your own pussy and fuck it already!” Law snapped at you before groaning out impatiently, his tone making you giggle at his desperation. “If you wanna know how my pussy feels then I’ll show you~” You drool out onto his slit and rub the natural lubricant out into his pussy before pressing your tip up against his entrance.

He stared down and mewls out softly while he watched you lift one of his legs into you shoulder. Your tip kissed his entrance and you slowly begin to slide into his cunt, a slightly pain groan leaving him as you did. You hiss and moan out shakily, enjoying the feeling of his velvety walls sucking your cock in.

“H-Holy fuck~ Y-Your dick is s-so fuckin’ big~” Law mewls out, his hands gripping the quilt beneath both of your bodies. “Ah~ Y-You mean your dick T-Traffy~ T-That’s how I feel every time you enter me~” You explained, your moans all light as you continued to slowly thrust into him.

Your grip on his leg tightens and you thrusted yourself deep inside of his cunt, a loud moan spilling out of his lips as a groan spilled from yours. “B-Big~ S-So big!~” He groans out to you. You huff out and thrust hard into his cunt making him moan out suddenly and shakily as he felt you bottom out inside of him without warning.

“F-Fuck! Oh fuck!~ S-So deep~” He moans loudly, his body trembling beneath you while he shut his eyes tightly. You begin thrusting into him rather fast, his pussy producing squelching noises and sucking your cock in rather deep. “Fuck~ Your pussy feels so fucking good~ I love how warm and sticky it is inside~” You huff out shakily, a whine spilling out past your lips as your thrusts began to grow sloppy and unrhythmic.

Law couldn’t help but to moan out and melt beneath your body, his hands clawing at the quilt while his face scrunches up with ecstasy. “Ohh fuck~ Your dick is so fuckin’ deep inside of my pussy~ Your cock is grinding against my g-spot so good~ I-I see how y-you feel now!~” Law mewls out, his eyes staring into yours while you huff out heavily to him.

Your body pushes up against his and your knees dig deep into the mattress while the bed begins to rock heavily and frantically from your haphazard thrusts. Law didn’t mind it at all, even if your thrusts were rather uneven and sloppy, he still enjoyed the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his cunt and kissing his g-spot.

It was a rather different yet sensational feeling.

“I-I didn’t know my pussy felt this good to you~” You mewl out shakily, your arms wrapping around his body while your nails begins to scratch at his back.

“Ah~ O-Of course it does, I-I didn’t expect my cock to do this much damage to your cunt~ Yet here we are…and it feels so fucking good~” Law hums our, wrapping his arms and legs around your body while gasping out to you.

Your hands held on tight to Law’s hips as you thrust into his cunt just a bit faster, a gasp leaving you as you felt your cock twitching within Law’s warmth. His pussy sucked you in deep, pulling you in and not wanting to let go of you. You groaned out as your brows furled, your thrusts growing a bit sloppier as you struggled to stay in sync as if you already were beforehand.

“Fuck~ T-Traffy I-I’m c-close again~” You whimpered to him, biting your bottom lip as your nails clawed at his hips. Law mewls out before pressing his lips against yours, giving you a sloppy yet deep and needy kiss. “Cum baby~ Fill up my fucking pussy~” Law hisses, his arms pulling you closer to him while his pussy tightens and clings around your shaft.

You gasp out and shut your eyes, your breathes deep and heavy as you finally feel yourself ready to release. “Oh god~ Fuck! Fuck Traffy!~” You hold on tight to his body as you trembled against him, your cock releasing your seed deep inside of his pussy. Law moans out rather loud and angelically as his body shudders hard against yours before he squirts and gushes out around your length.

“Ooooh fuck~ Oh fuck~” Law moans out shakily, his hands trembling against your shoulders as he presses his lips against yours once again. You hum out and kissed him lovingly before pulling away, a laugh falling after as you stared into his teary eyes.

“Are you okay Traffy?” You asked him, your hand playing at his soft skin while he lied there breathing heavily. “Y-Yeah…I’m fine. Fuck why did that feel so good…? Y-Your orgasms are so fucking amazing…” He heaved out shakily to you, his arms wrapping around you as he grew indecisive with his decision or rather- fought with your body’s habit of holding on to him.

“I felt good too Traffy…I’m just assuming that you can handle yours better than mine?” You asked, staring at him and rubbing against your skin. “I-I can’t always handle them but fuck your body had to have been pent up or something.” Law sighs out, lying down and cuddling up against you.

You pulled him close and groaned out, your hand reaching out waffling with his. “Um…Traffy?” You called out to him, quirking a brow to him and watching as he turned over his shoulder to look at you. “Hmm? What is it?” He asked, rolling over to face you before cracking a smile. You cleared your throat before groping at one of his breasts, causing him to mewl out suddenly.

“How’re we supposed to change back you idiot?” You asked him, pouting to him. He sighs out before curling up into your embrace. “I’ll tell you in the morning…I’m sleepy baby…” He sighs out sleepily, relaxing against your body. You sighed out before giving him a final goodnight kiss before you slowly lied back and closed your eyes.

☆☆☆.

You groan out as your eyes slowly opening, the sight of your body before you making you smirk a bit before you slowly sit up. You hiss out suddenly as you felt arousal near your crotch and you look down to see your cock perked up and hard. You groan out suddenly and turn over to Law, pressing your hand against his soft shoulder before softly shaking him.

“Traffy…Traffy!”

“Hmm? Mmgh…What?” He calls out to you groggily, his eyes slowly opening to peek at you who was still in his body from the last night.

“I-I’m hard- W-What am I supposed to do?” You asked him, a bit of a worried tone singed deep into your voice. Law slowly sits up before sighing out, his eyes trailing down to your hard cock before he sighs out and crawls down in between your legs.

You stared down at him as your face grew a deep shade of red, a heavy sigh leaving you as you watched him begin to jerk your cock. He peppers a kiss to your tip which makes you gasp out before you cover your mouth, your face scrunching up from the sudden pleasure and increase in body temperature.

“Let’s go at it one more time before I teach you how to switch back~ I wanna feel your dick in my pussy again~”

[httpscomexe]

Fic where reader is a mutant and she’s put in a cage fight with Logan

The Leopards Claws

Summary: You’re forced into a cage fight with a familiar face, and he recognizes your spots…

(Find what I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Pairings: Logan Howlett x Hybrid!Reader

Word Count: 1411

(I might make a part two)

“You can’t cage a tiger.”

A little something of a famous saying that your ring master also says. A lot. But it always makes you laugh, since you weren’t a tiger. God he’s so stupid.

You think to yourself as you’re pushed through a crowd, two men gripping your arms, a muzzle on your face like you’re an animal, which, you basically are.

You weren’t sure what to call yourself. A human that was diagnosed with vitiligo before she was born only to find out they were leopard spots and the deformations on your tail bone and head were actually a long tail and cat ears. So yea, you could call yourself a hybrid, mutant, whatever. But you were also a cage fighter. Not by choice, of course.

“Now for the next round, people get ready for the fast, the stunning, and the tricker of a show, Batemans pet Leopard!” You’re shoved into the large cage, and you fall to all fours, your teeth bared and your claws extracted as you hissed at the men who just tossed you in.

“Shut it kitty.” You growl deep in your throat and stand pack up, fixing the small outfit they had you wearing, they wanted as much as your skin exposed as possible to show off your leopard spots, and God was it annoying. But what was more annoying was the cheering of the crowd as you looked around the arena, some of the viewers with whiskers or spots painted on their faces. It was annoying, really. You weren’t exactly an idol.

“And for the competitor!” The announcers voice bothered you the most, and you look up at him in his seat, smirking as you see the eye patch on his left eye, covering where his eye used to be before the first time you escaped the cage. Fucking dick. “The fierce, the hated, and the worst, Wolverine!” Your ears drop immediately. Wolverine? Your head snaps to turn around at the sound of the gate opening, and people toss Wolverine into the cage, he tried to turn back around, banging his fists on the metal cage yelling profanities before turning back towards you. I thought he was dead… You tell yourself, and your lips part slightly, your fangs exposing past your bottom lip as he approaches you slowly, his own claws extracting slowly while yours retract back into normal nails. You couldn’t fight him, he saved you.

“Shit!” You scream as he lunges at you with his claws, and you avoid him like a cat avoiding a fucking cucumber. “Wolv-“

“Uh oh! Looks like we have a FUCKING pussy!” The crowd breaks into laughter, and you leap up onto a high post, looking down at where he can’t reach you.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck me…” You groan as he stares at you.

“Get the fuck back down here.” He growls at you. “I don’t wanna be electrocuted and I don’t think you do either.” He shouts, and the guards press the button on their taser as a warning, little sparks jumping out of the wires. The crowd going quiet as they watch.

“Come on kitty, you’re supposed to be a leopard, not a pussy!” One of the viewers yell, and you turn to him, hissing and showing your fangs, then you feel a yank on your tail before you’re pulled back down to the cold concrete ground, Wolverine is on you in less than a second, but you crawl back out, your leopard agility making you fast.

“W-“

“Shut the fuck up and fight…” He growls, swiping his claws at you again.”

“Wol-“

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouts, lunging at you and you fall to the ground, him on top, but just as his fist is about to collide with your nose…

“Logan!” You whine, covering your face with your hands, and he freezes.

“How the fuck do you know my name…?” He growls, staying quiet so the guards don’t hear.

“You’re Logan… you don’t remember me…? You- you died, how are you here? Our daughter missed you, she…-“

“Daughter…?” His claws slowly retract, and you feel his body becoming less tense.

“You don’t remember them…?”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be fighting!” One of the guard shouts, and Logan shoots them a look.

“I’m not the Logan you know…” He growls back down at you, lowering his fist.

“Please… please don’t fight me…” You watch the way his face contorts, from anger, to confusion, to some other emotion. He didn’t wanna fight you from the beginning, and he sure as hell didn’t want to now. He confirmed it as he stood up, and helped you to your feet. “They don’t have guns, just tasers…”

“I know… stay put.” He says lowly, then moves to the wall of the cage.

“Hey, what’re you-?” His hands grip the cage, his fingers gripping it with all of his strength, then he pulls it away like nothing, bending the entire cage which snaps in some spots before he tears off a section big enough for him to walk through, and the men and women in the crowd begin screaming, but you stay put. “Shit!” The guard sticks the large taser against Logan’s chest and Logan only grumbles, his face turning into anger before he grips the device, ripping it out of the man’s hands and slamming it over his skull, creating the most bone cracking disgusting sound you’ve ever heard.

His rips through people easily, tearing open their skin with his claws and kicking their skulls in with no effort but all good results as they fall to the floor, going through them one by one before they were all dead. Except the announcer, who you’ve kept your eyes on the entire time… crouched behind his table…

You know you were told to stay put, but you couldn’t help it. You leave the cage as Logan tears through more bodies, and you creep up to the balcony where the announcer was, only standing when you were behind him, and he turns around to the sound of your claws extracting and being dragging across the wall.

“Wait no…” He chuckles in fear, putting his hands up in defense. That stupid fucking smile on his face as he tries to talk to you, but all of his words go one ear and out the other. His voice shaking only fueling you.

Then you grab him by his throat, lifting him to his feet before slowly dragging your claws from the horizon of his forehead between his skin and his scalp all the way down to between his collar bones, leaving a deep cut of your claws in place of his skin, blood leaking down your hand and his chest, seeping into his shirt.

“Fuck you…” You hiss, landing a kick on his stomach and you watch as he falls to the floor beneath you, and Logan’s eyes meet yours from below as his three claws find their way into the last man’s throat, and you hop down, of course, landing on all fours.

You’re a cat after all, but just as you’re about to say something..

“You look just like her.” He says suddenly, his hand coming up to brush hair from your face.

“Like who…?”

“Like my Leopard…”

“Your leopard…?”

“It’s a long story.” He tells you, his hand moving down to find yours, your fingers lacing. “Is her name also Charlotte…?” He asks quietly, and you nod, a tear dripping down your cheek.

“Is yours?” He nods as well, and you have the overwhelming need to hug him, and you do, throwing your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to reach him, your tail looping around his leg as much as it could. “What happened…? To her…” He takes a deep breath, his arms wrapping around your waist…

“I lost everyone… including my daughter…”

“Do you wanna stay with me?” You ask without thinking.

“Are you sure…? You don’t mean that…” He pulls back slightly, his hands moving to your shoulders.

“I mean it… I mean… You look just like my Logan…” You stare into his eyes, your own hands moving to cup his face. And you could see the hurt in his eyes.

“Your Logan…? and he?”

“Mhm…”

“Shit…” He chuckles, a little in pain but also partly at the opposite ways your lives turned out and he squeezes you a little, holding back tears.

“I’d love to come with you…”

🏷️: @malavera @brushworth

[thevirtualvalentine]

content warnings: bondage (on your wrists), condescending!law, fem!afab!reader, drabble on how I picture law brat taming, vitiligo law so real and canon, dacryphillia if you squint.

“How long are you gonna keep up the act, doll. It’s not hard to apologize.” Law’s currently pissed off at you for misbehaving today and is showing it in how he fucks you like he hates you. “Just two simple words,” he says in that condescending deep voice of his with cold eyes that berate your every move.

Your wrists are bound together to the bed post, of course fashioned to his liking. Dick in hand as he reduces you to a blubbering mess, easing in and out of your greedy hole with how wet you are for him. “You know you wanna sweetheart, use yer words.” His smirk betrays that indignant tone, so does the way he huffs when you squeeze his head in your damp walls.

“Please Law m’sorry.” He’s edging his tip around your slit as he plays with you.

Sadistic bastard, “sorry for?” Pulling away entirely as he pumps his fat length in front of you, too far to reach but close enough to watch. It makes your mouth water; dark skin with splotches of white here and there across his abdomen, a delicious happy trail, and a heavy cock that you wish would wreck your insides already.

“Annoyin’ you t-today,” he slides in halfway as you’re talking, wanting to hear the way his dick makes you fumble over your words, it’s all about control with him.

“And? You sure that’s all.” He couldn’t care to look at you, instead fixated on where you meet. Lower lips clinging to his shaft as he glides inside, filling you to the brim. He thinks your pussy looks prettiest stuffed with him.

“Mhm hm,” you cry, tugging your plush bottom lip between your teeth as he places a hand across your lower stomach, almost covering it with a single appendage. Death written across his knuckles as he presses down, lessening the space in your already tight cunny.

“You’re not that dumb, are you?” Dragging his length out of you, dissatisfied with your answer. “What happened to my smart girl? Huh?” Law fucks you with only his tip, letting it stretch your first ring of muscle while you strain against his confinements.

“Poor baby, just want some dick don’tcha,” he wipes the defeated tears that spill down your face with his thumb, rolling his pelvis into you at a begrudging pace. He’s savoring every sound, cry, and reaction from you. Storing it in his brain for when he’s sadly away from you.

“I know, I know, stop your cryin’. I’ll fuck you right baby, just gotta learn your lesson first.”

[bromantically]

baldurs gate 3 pisses me off for a lot of reasons but one of the biggest ones is that u can choose custom dick and pussy but u cant even make a fat character. u can give them heterochromia and vitiligo but u cant make them fat. u can even give them offensively appropriative tattoos but u cant make them fat. ur body type options, at most, are "normal" (thin) and "buff" (thin with muscles). for all the praise and hype that was made about this game i cant help but feel a little sour

[sensivs]

Never thought I’d see vitiligo pussy but I did

[autisticexpression2]

This is the stupidest thing anyone could possibly get mad about lmao these culture war weirdos are such fucking pussies.

Those ones on the right are sims, which I understand are customizable. Vitiligo is just one of many options. You don't have to use it.

Reminds me of that gorilla-shaped man screaming about pronoun options in a sci-fi game.

For the record, vitiligo is estimated at 0.5 to 1%, worldwide. I grew up in a black-majority country, and I think I know one person who had it.

[meteor752]

The Lotr cast in my universe/I do what I want here’s some headcanons

Aragorn

Mom

The ultimate mom

Likes swords more than people

Likes horses more than swords

If you can beat him in a duel then he’s attracted to you

Marries Legolas

Doesn’t fully understand all this human stuff

An elf to the core

Sometimes just eats rocks

Has never heard of a bath ever

Loves hugs

What is sleep?

Legolas

Drama queen to the max

Kind of a slut

Ultimate big brother

Lightweight in elven standards

Priorities his hair over his life

Probs eats dirt

Do it for the aesthetic™

A diva

What are these feelings??

Marries Aragorn

Likes to show off his husband

Gimli

Smol

Even in dwarves standards he’s smol

Full of rage

Will fight everyone

Especially that fancy elf

Accidentally became BFF with that fancy elf

Loves food more than anything

Is really a softy

Wants loooooove

Boromir

Bisexual bitch

What am I doing here

Talks about his brother non stop

Was kinda in love with Aragorn

Dad

The ultimate dad

Is always concerned for the hobbits

Dad jokes to the max

What is going on

Is always scared

Would do anything to protect his people

Name puns

Is just done with everything

Sass queen

Frodo

Someone come pick me up I’m scared

Gay af

Wide eyed little bean

Kinda ugly in hobbit standards

It was considered odd that Sam, aka a total hottie when it comes to hobbits, fell for him

Really good writer

Really good story teller

So much trauma tucked into one small boi

Anxiety

Really loves to dance

Sam

So soft

Too soft for his own good

Cries when he sees something pretty

Way too loyal for his own good

Half of the shire is in love with him

He’s really devoted to his Frodo though

Never mess with a shire gardener

Would die for every member of the fellowship

Kinda clueless but he means well

Merry

Chaotic child #1

Smarter than he looks

Is actually one of the smartest people in the shire

Really bad at riddles and stuff though

Doesn’t really understand jokes either

Transgender

Oblivious af

Has no idea his best friend as been in love with him for years

Guys what’s happening

Barely knows why the fellowship was formed in the first place, he just followed along

Always has hair in his face

Thinks hair clips are the best invention in the world

Pippin

Chaotic child #2

His mind is just constant elevator music

In love with Merry

Is really obvious about that fact as well

Crushes on everyone though

And with everyone I mean everyone

Emotional bby

Would probs jump off a cliff if someone told him to

Is always cold

He’s baby

Faramir

Someone give him a hug please

The second most traumatized person on this list

Has a real problem coming out of his shell

Wants to become a healer

Is an apprentice under Sigrid

Is constantly given affection by his brother

Has a fear of fire

Loves to have his hair stroked

Éomer is more than happy to do that

Please hug him I beg you

Éowyn

Will fight you

Will fight everyone

Female rights activists

Bff with Tilda

In love with Arwen

Has a Sword fight with Aragorn every time they meet in an attempt to finally beat him

Cut her hair short because it was annoying

Butch af

Doesn’t mind dresses though

Total lightweight

Éomer

Gay

So very gay

A real flirt too

A bit of a dick

Is doing his best to be better

Loves his horse more than anyone

Except Faramir

But his horse is a close second

Tries his best to calm his sister down

But he’s also kind of proud of her

Stands by her side in her fight for equality

Is really guilty over his cousin’s and uncle’s deaths

Has a bit of a drinking problem

Arwen

The purest being in all of Middle Earth

Loves her siblings

Despite that one is adopted

She doesn’t care

She loves him

A really soft singing voice

Loves her horse

And her cat

She has a cat

It’s a white fluffy one named Brithil

Is actually really fucking strong

And stubborn

Loves her butch gf

Sigrid

Is always either tired, angry, or done

Sometimes it’s all three when she’s around Tilda

Has Vitiligo

One of the best healers in middle earth

Loves dwarves culture

Dyed her hair blue for a while, just because

“I can break every bone in your body while naming them” is basically her life quote

Hates elves

Has had crushes on multiple elves

Loves stories and fairytales

Misses her mom a lot

Is a rather good musician

Never sleeps ever

Would kill for a pastry

Bain

A Sweetheart!!

Lost his ability to see in the Battle Of The Five Armies

Has a problem when it comes to pets

He adopts too many

Loves to sleep

Just tries to calm his sisters’ constant arguing down

Fell in love with two elves

Had a half elf child named Brand who became the lord of Dale after Sigrid died

Captain of the Dale guard

Loves to swim

Is honestly just the sweetest boy

Tilda

A bitch

Just a straight up bitch

Loves elves culture

Will never wear anything that isn’t green

Slutty af

Loves fire

Has an as bitchy elk as pet

Bff with Èowyn

Has no idea what to do with her life

Climbs everything

Is smol

Wants to be tol

Is not allowed to meet Merry and Pippin, because Middle Earth would be doomed

Has been trying to get Aragorn and Legolas together since she was fifteen

Can’t say no to dares because she ain’t no pussy

Never met her mom, and hates the very thought of her

Is really insecure and depressed, someone help

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

something to get off my chest..

I’ve read about this a bit, and went through some thoughts from others and I’d like to say something. Can fanfiction writers be a bit more inclusive to POC(I’m going to be focusing on black readers, as that’s where I can say what I feel)  and such. The writing from the people I read from is fine, so if you’re one of my fanfic writing moots, don’t worry, you’re in the clear :). It’s just a general PSA type thing of me saying “Please include us, I feel out of place and misrepresented and with writing and fanfiction, I kind of feel left out when I see certain things in a fic or whatever it may be.” Been bothering me a little bit.

Examples Where Inclusion Could be Added:

“Ran fingers through S/O’s hair” As a black girl, I’d love for this phrase to be real, and to happen, but sometimes it’s just not happening. I’ve got tighter textured hair, and I’d enjoy for a character to put their hand on my hair, or take a small piece and scrunch a tiny curl.

“When the character puts their hair into a ponytail” Along with the running their fingers through my hair thing, a lot of the time, my hair won’t be going into a ponytail and stay slick and whatnot. Improvements could be to put their hair into an afro puff, or putting a headwrap on, etc.

“Pale, white as snow skin” This one’s a bit self-explanatory. Now, I will acknowledge vitiligo, and those who have it. That, as well as some POC having albinism. Those scenarios do count, but I can only speak for myself. Compare black skin to the sun, and how it shines beautifully in the golden rays. Also, don’t refer to black/brown skin tones as chocolate, caramel, or mocha. There’s tons of other things, other than food, to compare it to, or to just call it beautiful because it is.

“Discoloration” A lot of the time, POC might have discoloration of the skin, and uneven skin patches, and yes, I know this isn’t just a black people thing, white people may experience it too, but that’s where that comes in. Mention discoloration, or make it a topic to shed light on in a fic.

“Silky smooth hair” My hair is not silky smooth, and it may never be that way. It’s curly, coily, and a lot of the times, dry. It’s rough to the touch, and the curls have their own feel and pattern. Perhaps, you could shed some light on how the hair feels. Do NOT compare it to sheep wool, carpet, anything rough like that. It’s demeaning and rude. Instead, make it seem perfectly imperfect, our hair isn’t going to be like fresh sheets.

“They had long hair, reaching (blank) length.” A lot of our hair IS NOT LONG. Or what is considered long in this white beauty standard. Yes, my hair stretches to my back, but does it look like that upon immediate arrival? No, no it doesn’t. Try mentioning different hair styles that the reader might have it in, such as braids, a hijab, headwrap, afro puffs, cornrows.

How Curly Hair Dries. I am acknowledging that fact that any texture of hair can and does grow out of any person’s head, regardless of race. However, I’m mentioning it. If the fic is talking about it raining, or them getting water on their hair, or being in a pool. Mention how their hair droops then shrinks, because curly hair does that. How it may get frizzy, puffy, all that jazz.

“Character straightened their hair, character did French braids, character did hair crown, character curled their hair” Now, I know black hair does a lot, but we do NOT straighten our hair every day. It takes too long, and it does too much heat damage. We can do French braids, but they don’t come loose immediately. They’re protective styles for a reason. We also can do hair crowns, but like I said, it’s going to be a STRUGGLE. Mention other hair styles, and other black hairstyles, and what the character does or doesn’t do to it everyday. One day it might be moisturizer day, or wash day. They could do a wash and go, or leave it down, braid it, twist out, braid out. Whatever it may be, add it in.

SFW Fic Ideas That Include These Things:

The character’s S/O, or boyfriend, let me say for this example, Nathan Young (teehee) asks if he can help on a wash day, and they approve. He also has curly hair, but it’s a different texture to most black hair, and mention that too. How he might ask for help, try not to hurt them, gets confused at how much product they might have to use. (A LOT).

The character’s S/O or boyfriend, thus again, using Nathan as an example, asking how they might style it, if he can help. He learns how to braid, twist, add in coconut oil, moisturizer, all that. Combing correctly and not RIPPING their hair out,

The character’s S/O or boyfriend helping with hot oil treatments, and heating everything up, parting hair, adding things where they need to be added.

The character might be having a really rough hair day, and they help out, combing through it.

The character might get turned down at work because of how their hair is styled, angst, comfort, fluff. Add in how they feel, how it made them feel, all those negative emotions.

Character got called an “angry black woman”, and how she deals with it, how her S/O deals with it.

Character got turned down at work simply because of the color of their skin, mention the angst (and the fight their S/O had with the company.)

Character wants their hair played with, but carefully. Mention how their S/O twists their finger around their hair, trying not to hurt them. Calling their hair beautiful, a crown, precious, angelic.

Character has their hair touched unwillingly in public, they have a break down, comfort, fluff. How they retort in a respectful way.

Character educating their S/O on what’s okay and what’s not okay to do with their hair, how to care for it, how to touch it, when to touch it.

HEADWRAPSSSSS. Character’s head wrap is always coming off at night, S/O giggles, helps them wrap their hair, always looks forward to helping them find it in the morning.

S/O has never been with a “black girl” before, mention how wrong it is to say something like that, how insensitive it is.

Character goes on a date, a person says “I’ve never been with a black girl/chocolate girl.” before, and storms out, person is ignorant. Mention how they go back to future S/O (friends to lovers yessss) and cry over it “I’ll never treat you like that.”

NSFW mentions below the cut.

“Character touched their pink nipples.” My nipples are NOT pink, thank you very much. They’re much darker than our skin colors. Mention whoever you maybe writing about slowly circling their tongue around the (specific color) nipples, don’t just default to pink

“Character touched their pink pussy; saw their pink pussy.” All vaginas are NOT made equal, let me tell you. Vaginas are different colors, depending on your skin tone. A lot of the time, with POC, they fade into pink, and the actual inside of the vagina is pink, but not the surrounding area. The skin around the pubic mound darkens in color, and the closer it reaches the vagina, the darker it may be, due to discoloration, skin rubbing, etc.

STRETCH MARKS. This one isn’t race specific, every color of skin can have stretch marks, BUT the color does differ. As a person who has stretch marks, mostly near my nether regions, the darker the skin they’re on, the darker they’ll be. Try adding in sprinkles of stretch marks for ALL of your characters.

Body Shape. Now, there are curvier white people, and I do acknowledge that fact, but with black people, there is a certain body type that a lot of us have. Big titties, fat ass, big hips, big thighs. NOW, black people and POC are sexualized and fetishized a fuck ton, and I’m tired of it. If our body types are mentioned, and it’s a specifically black or POC character, don’t make it all that they’re about, especially when writing about smut. Yes, they can be thicc, and beautifully so, but don’t oversexualize that about them.

“Character grabbed on to their hair, pulling it tight.” I don’t like my hair being touched without permission, forget the pulling. Have it where the character might ask permission to touch their hair, even if they’re getting down and dirty.

NSFW Fic Ideas That Include These Things

Character wants their pussy licked, and their S/O mentions how beautiful their pussy is, how beautiful their skin is.

Character and S/O see each other nakie for the first time, mention their pubic hair (if they have it, make it inclusive). Mention stretch marks, how they feel as their S/O/ drags their fingers, tongue across them. Tongue dragging against their nipples (mention color).

Character doesn’t want their hair touched during intercourse. Mention the talk about it, potentially angst if S/O accidentally touches it or unintentionally upsetting them about it.

Character does wash day, turns into something dirty, grinding, close contact.

Character is doing their hair, S/O gets turned on by how careful she is, how her body is so still, how she has no care about how her breast spills out from her bra.

Character is doing a hot oil treatment, oil gets on their body, titties, drips down, S/O gets turned on.

These are just my feelings, a couple of suggestions. Fanfiction is something I enjoy writing, as well as enjoy reading, and I want it to be inclusive for everyone, not just the status quo, and the “average reader”. I hope someone finds something out of all of this, and takes it to heart. :)

[chaosangel767]

Lullaby OC’s: The Clubs

Lullaby Masterlist II Neutral OC’s II The Diamonds II Extra OC’s

Introductions to the Combat Division of Lullaby - The Clubs 

Chase Aspen: The Stoic and Protective King of Clubs

Age: 24 

Pairing: Amelia Brown 

Description: Pretty tall at 5’11” and muscular. He looks similar to his sister, the Queen of Diamonds. He has darker caramel eyes than his sister and short and wavy brown hair streaked blonde. Casual clothes are nice, but usually missing a few buttons and the sleeves are always rolled up. 

Summary: He is insanely protective of his older sister, but thinks he’s inadequate to her. He is very mature and composed in front of others, only relaxing around his close friends. He rose through the ranks solely to be there for his sister. He is talented with any blade, preferring sabers and greatswords. 

Amelia Brown: The Stubborn and Rowdy Queen of Clubs

Age: 24

Pairing: Chase Aspen 

Description: She is pale with tons of freckles and muscular, but still only 5’4”. She has strawberry blonde curls that fall to her shoulders but are usually pulled back. She has large minty green eyes.  She likes wearing black mens trousers with a black and teal corset and heeled combat boots. She keeps her daggers and throwing knives on garters around her thighs. 

Summary: Stubborn and Rowdy, Amelia grew up around guys and always preferred to fight and train as opposed to getting dressed up to play house. She specializes in any short dagger or throwing knife. She graduated at the top of her class and despite being a girl worked her way up the ranks. She is better about dressing up now, only doing it when she has too. 

Chester Leilani: The Calculating and Observant Jack of Clubs

Age: 27

Pairing: Asexual (thinks love is a liability and a waste of time) 

Description: Very similar to his sister, he has dark emerald eyes and pale skin with lots of freckles. He is 5’10” and extremely lean and toned. He has short mahogany hair and prefers a simple button up with a vest and trousers. His uniform and outfits are spotless at all times. 

Summary: Shy and quiet like his sister the medic for the Diamonds, he climbed the Clubs ranks purely to protect her. If anything was to go down, he wanted to be with her on the battlefield. He is observant and the main tactician for the Clubs, the only person he can’t beat in a chess game is the King of Diamonds. He is a sniper, preferring to stay out of the close combat so he can get a better view of the battlefield and strategize to the best of his ability. 

Sky Night: The Talented and Enigmatic Ten of Clubs

Age: 24 

Pairing: Asexual (thinks love is a hoax and relationships are a weakness) 

Description: Black hair with dark brown highlights, and pale skin that tans easily, he looks quite forgettable, if not for his dark purple eyes. In the shadows, they look black, but in the sunlight, they seem to glow. His build is average, but muscular, and his clothes are simple too, whether it’s on duty or off. 

Summary: He’s kind and pleasant to interact with, but seems to keep his distance from everyone. He takes orders from both armies yet doesn't seem particularly close to anyone. He’s a great informant, able to blend into shadows and stay unnoticed, with amazing memory as well. To top it off, he’s mastered throwing knives, having invented an almost perfect technique himself, and works well with snipers. He doesn’t talk much about himself or his past. He claims to have gone to IOL yet no one recalls him. 

Jasper Dawn: The Soft and Naïve Nine of Clubs

Age: 23 

Pairing: None (doesn't even know his sexual orientation, this adorable softboi) 

Description: He has dark brown skin with milky white patches, vitiligo. His skin is quite sensitive, so he usually wears layers of sunscreen to protect it. He likes to wear scarves or turtlenecks, even in the burning hot summer. Either that, or some uneven patch of makeup on his neck. Rumors say he used to be in a gang and is hiding a tattoo for whatever reason. It doesn’t help that he’s muscular to the point of being buff, and that his face looks scary, nor the fact that those who’ve seen him without all the long shirts and pants say he’s covered in scars. His hair used to be black, but it’s now a light teal that matches his eyes, currently loose and messy around his shoulders with golden accents. They used to be in dreadlocks. 

Summary: As a kid, he was very quiet and confused, keeping to himself most of the time. He made one good friend, and remembers a stranger with dark hair and silver eyes that gave him candy, but that’s it. He eventually showed up in Clubs Academy and began his training there. Even as an adult, he’s still quiet, but really kind with his soldiers. Despite his intimidating face and presence, he’s just an innocent little softboi! 

Avi Gatilin: The Gentle Giant and Night Owl The Eight of Clubs

Age: 26

Pairing: Saiya Shade

Description: Flawless darker skin, is 6’0” tall with broad shoulders and muscles for days. His hair is semi long, and a rich brown color depending on light. His eyes are a dark blue that could almost pass for black. He wears a black shirt and pants out of uniform and keeps a pair of leather gloves on him at all times. 

Summary: Looks are extremely deceiving with this gentle giant. He is really quiet and shy, preferring to blend with the shadows. He may be intimidating, but is actually very soft spoken, preferring to capture people alive and peacefully. He is the other night unit and is only awake between the hours from 4pm - 8am. IS best friends with Saiya, they have been working together at night for years. 

Declan Maverick: The Relaxed but Relaxed Tank and The Seven of Clubs

Age: 28

Pairing: Married to Candance Valentine 

Description: Is another tall boi 6’0” with toned but buff muscles. He has dark gold eyes and longish mahogany hair. He usually just wears his clubs uniform with the sleeve rolled up and jacket open. Wears a broken watch on his wrist that is the only thing that connects him to his family. 

Summary: Declan specializes in a blunt weapons unit, liking the two handed staff the best. He is very laid back and relaxed, but is still extremely protective of Lullaby. Nothing will threaten his wife and twin boys. He was raised by Jacobs family after being found outside the barrier with only a watch. When he grew up he decided to take the name on the back of the watch since that was his only clue to his real identity. His wife is the second diplomat of Lullaby and he rarely sees her.  

Jace Grant: The Trigger Happy and Competitive Six of Clubs

Age: 28 

Pairing: None 

Description: His skin color is medium and his hair would be brown, if it wasn’t shaved. His built is tanky, slow, bulky even. His eyes are brown and it’s been compared to sh*t on multiple occasions. He usually wears something he thinks is cool, but actually isn’t. 

Summary: Jace isn’t the easiest to get along with, even harder to understand than people like Jacob. He by no means had a sad backstory, nor was he born into a rich and spoiled family. Looking at his childhood, no one would have guessed that he would grow up to be the a**hole of Lullaby. Don’t challenge him unless you want to end up in a hospital. If it wasn’t for his position, he would’ve long become a fugitive from multiple murders. 

Celeste Soleil: The Timid and Celestial Five of Clubs

Age: 23 and a half 

Pairing: Kyle Ash 

Description: Tanned flawless skin and a dimple on her cheek, she would look ordinary if it wasn’t for the star shaped freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. They’re something she takes pride in, as a Soleil. Her hair is in shades of pinks and purples, like a galaxy. Her eyes are a pale lilac. Her uniforms usually have clusters of stars on the edges that she embroidered on herself. Around her neck rests a sphere filled with glitter that sparkled like a galaxy. 

Summary: Unfortunately, Celeste was born with a weak body, being unable to use her magic because of it. Because of her delicateness, she was deemed unfit for the role of Jack of Diamonds, a role her family has had for generations. Instead, it went to her cousin, the older twin, Lunarye Star. Luckily, Celeste was still able to join the Clubs Army as a medic. She’s the third best in all of Lullaby. 

Aro Shielde: The Pussy and Scaredy Cat Four of Clubs

Age: 23 

Pairing: Mei Venus 

Description: He’s pale and doesn’t like the sun, since he’s the type that gets sunburned easily. His hair is dirty blonde with long bangs over the left eye, just like his cousin Zepherin. The said eyes are dark blue, almost black, like two deep pools of water (Mei’s words). He’s lithe and very tall, like a big beanpole. He would go around wearing armor if given the chance, but it’s too heavy and bulky. 

Summary: He’s, well, the pussy of Lullaby. That’s all there is to him. He’s a scaredy cat that would run and hide at any possible chance, even if deep down he knows he’s more than capable of fighting. If he can get over his fear of pain and blood, perhaps he can even take the position of King of Clubs. But for now, he’s just the logistics guy, the nitpicker of plans, the one who over worries to the point where people just wanna knock him out. Jace almost does on more than one occasion. 

Kayne Hanshaw: The Quiet and Romantic Three of Clubs

Age: 28 

Pairing: Married to Floria Hanshaw 

Description: His long and silky blonde hair reminds people of gold or elves. Mei approves. Some of the Diamonds are even jealous. His eyes are a bright, sky blue, and he’s tall and muscular. His skin is pale, but it’s been tanned from working in the sun with his wife. He just wears the usual uniform, but sometimes wears a hair clip or badge personally made by his daughter, Lily. 

Summary: Kayne came from a very wealthy and prestigious family that’s serious about fencing. Because of that, he was able to get the best tutors and managed to become one of the best fencers in the area. Eventually, he joined the Clubs Academy and met Floria. They fell in love and became known as the cutest couple or power couple of the schools. People say that high school sweethearts never work out, but that’s not the case for Kayne and Floria. They got married and even adopted a kid! Kayne is usually quiet but is a real sweetheart, always writing little letters to his wife and daughter. They’re all he talks about, whether it’s at the Clubs Headquarters or at the animal rescue centers Kayne and his wife volunteers at. 

Crystal Mare: The Timid and Shy Two of Clubs

Age: 23 and a half 

Pairing: Zero 

Description: Unlike her older sister, Jewel Mare, Crystal isn’t as fixated on her looks. Although her family is a renown family of jewelers, and although they’re considered the nobility of the Clubs, Crystal was never that fond of jewels. With pale, easily sunburned skin, jet black hair that rests by her hips, and her bluebelle eyes, she doesn’t look a thing like her family. The only thing that might be able to tie her together with them would be her tall and slender frame, perfect for modeling. She prefers to dress down rather than dress up, and her style can be considered ‘old-fashioned granny’ in a bad way. Mei’s been begging her to dress in clothes other than long skirts and ugly sweaters, but she refuses. 

Summary: Despite her filthy rich family, Crystal never liked the luxuries. She was known as the black sheep of the family, and all the attention usually goes to her elder sister. When Crystal decided to join the humble military, her family practically disowned her right then and there. She isn’t in touch with them anymore, but does occasionally exchange letters with Jewel. As long as Crystal doesn’t take the spot of ‘Most Beautiful Girl in Lullaby’, Jewel is neutral with her. Because of always hiding in the shadows during fancy aristocratic banquets, Crystal developed a shy and timid personality. She prefers to avoid violence, so she uses non-lethal bullets when sniping. 

Dynite Spark: The Chaotic Explosives Expert and Ace of Clubs

Age: 27

Pairing: Solaria Star 

Description: Tall at 6’2” and slightly muscular with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. He has messy orange and blonde hair. He wears pretty basic clothes that are always charred around the sleeves from his experiments and explosions. 

Summary: He used to be a fire and dark elemental but his magic was extracted when he couldn’t control it, now it is used in his guns and explosives. He kept his pyromaniac personality. Very blunt and straightforward, he is a loudmouth and an extrovert and will always say what’s on his mind even if it would offend others. Very honest, probably can’t keep a secret. People naturally flock to him because of his carefree personality, but he can be a true gentleman when he has to. He is very chaotic and passionate about his job. Is a huge daredevil, if you dare him to race down the stairs, he will jump out the window. One of the only non magic users to have a familiar. 

[ryan-spinel]

CHAPTER TWO

“Perri's Letter and Spinel's Revenge”

It was another boring day at school. Today I avoided Steven and Connie, at least until things cool down. Now Perri and I are walking to her house, later going to see Lexi. I suggested we go right after school, but poor Perri had a meltdown when that phone addicted bitch Sophie teased her about liking Lexi. Saying “A spaz like you can't date someone like Lexi Joel. You have a better chance at hooking up with your catnapping psycho of a friend.”

I would have said “go fuck yourself and stuff your mouth with a dumb jocks cock.”But I kept silent to avoid more trouble. Even though she's a threat to my relationship with Steven, she went too far attacking my wittle buddy. After today, she will pay.

“So. How you feeling bud.” I comforted

“A little better Spinel, thank you, for walking with me.” Perri lamented

She didn't seem any better, so I stopped walking and placed my hands on her shoulders. She jolted a little bit, she does that when someone touches her without her knowing, I need to stop doing that.

“Perri, please don't worry about Sophie. She will never bother you again.” I reassured Perri

“You don't know that Spinel, you can't just make her disappear.” Perry doubted

The truth is I can, and I will.

“Just, please trust me okay. She won't hurt you anymore.” I asserted, starting to get annoyed

“I-,hmm. Okay Spinel, I trust you. Now can we please go to my place.” Perri faltered, noticing me getting annoyed.

Even though Perri and I been friends for a while, there were times I lost my shit. One time in elementary 5, Perri had this cute green alien head chewy. Back then Perri would chew on the collar of her shirt, so Brooklyn got it as an alternative. Later, a boy by the name of Ronaldo ask if he could play with it. Perri didn't say anything, she looked away from the fat little shit. He started to get annoyed and grabbed her arm. When I saw tears running down the poor kids face, I said. “Don't touch my fucking friend, she doesn't want to share. So piss of you bitch-ass comic book reading fat pussy.” After I stand up for my nerdy buddy, the little shit started to ball his eyes out. So I got detention for the weekend, and then Grandmother Whitney put a bar of soap in my mouth. She's an amazing Grandmother, but if you push her buttons she can be a mean old hag.

We finally arrive at Perri's place, it's a cute little cabin-like house. With a more rustic style unlike my home, a traditional Japanese minka. Once we walked to the door, we were greeted by the outgoing Brooklyn Fitzgerald. A fierce and friendly soul, who looks out for her friends. She works as a lumberjack at the local saw mill, fell in love with the stubborn lawyer Pearl Harpor and once one first place in the wood chopping competition at the county fair. Brooklyn was always that person you feel comfortable around, she is a great role-model for Perri and always wants the best for her. She's like the cool aunt I never had, and the only adult I feel comfortable around that isn't my family.

“How you doing kids, I made a tray of onigiri for an afternoon snack.” Brooklyn greeted

“Thanks mom, we're here just to get a bite to eat, spinel and I are going to a study group at the library.” Perri replied

Perri doesn't lie often, but she's surprisingly good at it. It's scary if you think about it.

“Well okay Perri, but remember. Always have your phone, come back home before six, and don't walk in Black Hawk Clan territory.” Brooklyn directed

“Well of course mom.” Perri acknowledged while to two of us walk inside

Their house interior was like one of the those shacks in the movie Friday the 13th. Brooklyn kept it very well maintained, she may be a lumberjack but she's a amazing carpenter.

“I'll be back Spinel, I'm just getting some things from my room.” Perri called, going to grab the letter

“Alright Perri.” I concurred while eating some homemade onigiri

“So, umm. Spins, how's Perri doing.” Brooklyn worried, she's not always the serious type. But when she is, you need to listen and shut up.

“She's, okay. Why do you ask?” I denied, having a good feeling what she's going to say.

“I got a call from the school, saying that Perri had a meltdown.” Brooklyn took a deep breath and continued. “Spinel, I know your aware that Perri is a little different than the other kids. She thinks in a different way and does things differently.” Brooklyn fretted

“I think you are aware of this Spinel, but Perri has Autism.” Brooklyn said looking that she's not finished speaking.

I was aware that Perri isn't like other kids, that why I like her. I love that she would ramble on and on about robotics, AI and Elon Musk. I love that she has that burning passion to expand her learning, even if it's just one topic. In a way, Perri's like a little sister to me. I love her because she's unique, not mediocre like those bimbos at school. She's her own person and doesn't follow a crowd.

“There were many incidents that kids would tease her because she's on the spectrum. They would tease her for being jumpy, they would pick on her because she wouldn't play with the other kids. And let's not forget the time a student grabbed her over a god damn chewie.” Brooklyn bawled, on the verge of tears. Even someone as strong as her can feel defeated sometimes.

“I'm scared spinel, I'm scared that my little girl will get herself hurt. After the diagnosis her father couldn't take it and left. Saying that he wanted a normal child with a normal life. Pearl has a hard time dealing with Perri sometimes, but she still cares about her. All I ask is Spinel, please look out for her.”

“Brook, things won't be like this forever. There's a lot of people with autism and live great lives. Overtime they grow and learn how to cope, Perri's still a kid. She's going to be an amazing person one day. Building robots or something. The point is that sometime people outgrow these problems, it's sometimes doesn't bother them or they cope with it. Your very lucky to have a daughter like Perri. You just have to remember that every successful person had those days that they want to give up. But they keep pushing until they reach their goals. Just like Perri.” I monotoned

“You maybe right Spins, Perri has been growing up. It just seems like yesterday she didn't need her chewy anymore.” Brooklyn hoped

“See, everything's going to be okay. Sophie won't bully her anymore, I promise.” I concluded

“Alright Spinel, lets go to the library now. ” Perri intrupted

“Be safe girls, look out for one another.”

It took us 30 minutes by bus to arrive at the Black Hawk clan's main nest, I don't know why they would call it a nest but whatever. Their nest was a giant old warehouse outside of town, it had a barbed wire fence all around the headquarters. Like those fences you see in prisons. There was a giant chain link fence for the entrance, two bikers were guarding it carrying AK-47s.

“Yo what the fuck, you can't be-, ohhhhhh. It's the catnapper. What business do you have with the Black Hawks.” Thug one marveled

“Is that what they're calling me now, it was psycho bitch last week. We don't what any trouble, we just want to see the road captain.”

“Wait are you talking about, Lex. Hah,well Spins, we can't let you just see the road captain. You have to talk to the founder first, she decides not us.” Thug two announced

“Oh for the love of god.” I whispered to myself

“Well, can we see. Fucking, Jasper or someone.” I badgered

These biker act so tough and fearless. But really, their just a bunch of leather-wearing douches.

“Ahhhhh, if it'll make you shut the fuck up then sure. ” thug one complained

The two annoyed thugs opened the gate, Perri and I walk cautiously into the nest.

Inside the warehouse wasn't any better than the outside. On the left side, there was a bar with tables, chairs and stolen arcade game machines. The right side was their business operation, with safes, factory equipment and a security system. Every biker gang has their source of income. It can be drugs,weapons, cigarettes or anything valuable on the yami-ichi.

The Black Hawks are the kingpins in the drug industry, but they don't just sell any type of drug. They created their own drug that is booming in the Japanese black market. It's called Menohoyō, meaning eye-candy in Japanese. Menohoyō is made just like regular eye-drops, because it is eye-drops. The only reason why it's addictive and illegal, is because it's made of 45% of diethylamide. A main chemical component to make LSD. There's been cases all across the world, reaching places like Brazil, United States and even Russia. There has been many gangs and drug cartels trying to replicate this drug, but all of them failed. Today, the Black Hawks dominate the drug industry, even bribing politicians to keep their business running. It's greasy business, that's why I want Lexi to get out when she still has the chance.

In front of us are the three masterminds of the whole operation.

Jasper Alder, the founder of the gang. Sitting on an old puke green recliner and smoking a five inch Pyramid cigar. She was born in Tokyo and was a target for bullying because she has vitiligo. Due to the bullying she became a mean bitch, once she broke a kids arm because she called her giraffe. Later in life, Jasper got into bodybuilding and motorcycles. Causing her to follow the wrong crowd. She got involved in a lot of crazy shit involving rival gangs. Once she turned twenty-three, she created the Black Hawk Clan. She called it that because one day, her father and her were hunting hawks. A giant common black hawk attacked her father and scratched his throat, causing him to bled to death in the middle of the woods. Jasper manage to shot the hawks wing and flew off. For three nights she was searching that hawk. Later found it on the ground near an old Japanese Wisteria. Jasper chose not to put the bird out of its misery, instead she watched it bled out for three minutes. So long story short, she's twenty-five and runs a drug cartel now.

On her left was the president of the clan, Eleanor Monsoon. She was Jasper right-hand gal, those two used to rob gas-stations when they were teens. Eleanor was also known for her great grandfather being in the Imperial guard divisions during WW2. That's where she gets her fierce comanding attitude.

On the right was the Vice President of the clan, Persephone Windsor. Nothing to special about her, all I can say is she's a snobby bitch born in a very rich family, she supply's most of the equipment and weapons. She's a narcissist and a manipulator who will destroy lives to get her way.

“(Puffing a smoke) Well, I didn't expect to see the pip-squeak and the catnapper today. ” Jasper snarled while inhaling on her cigar.

“Let me do the talking Perri, I got this.” I whispered to Perri

“Hi Jasper, hows the gang and so. Also can we talk to Lexi.” I urged, trying to convince the butch

“(Puffing a smoke). Well Spins, if you have business with the road captain you have business with me. Now spill the beans crazy.” Jasper chided

“It has nothing to do with.Business. We want to see Lexi, because-”

“Because I want to get to know her better, and hopefully she'll get out of this dirty, greasy motorcyclist club you call a business.” Perri interrupted me and dared Jasper

Thanks a lot Perri, we're fucked.

“How dare you, a worthless pest like you speaking to the founder like-” Persephone chastised

“Wait. Hold on your saying you want to hangout and bond, with the black hawk clan road captain. Out of all the nerds at your snobby school. You choose an angsty, hot-headed, with drugged up parents and possibly slept with more guys than you know how many bones are in the human body. So tell be spaz, what makes you think a nerd like you, can ever be with someone as fucked up as Lex. Because honestly, you can do better.” Jasper insulted

I saw that Perri was starting to get upset, but instead being sad, she got mad.

“You, you don't know anything. How dare you talk to someone like that, your not any better you, you, you f-f-fucking clod.” Perri exploded

It would take a tiny miracle to get us out of this shit.

However, the three bikers looked at each other with confusion. There was a silent pause, until.

“...............Haaaahahahahahahahaha.hhaaaaaaahaaahahahaahahahahhaaaahahah.” The three clan leaders burst with laughter

Perri expression turned back to sadness, trying to hold in her tears.

“Hahahaaahhaa, is,haha, is that the best you got tiny,hahhahaha. That's fucking pathetic, hahaha. Oh look at me, I WUV Lexi, hahaha.” Jasper mocked

I could see Perri starting to sob, I wanted to say something but that would be a suicide mission.

“Perri and Lexi sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-” the three clan leaders laughed and mocked

“What the fuck is happening, it's like a fucking circus in here. ” Lexi interrupted

Thank God she's here

“Perri, Spinel. What are you guys doing here.” Lexi gasped

“We were going to see you, until these donkey's stop us from doing so.” I explained

Lexi then turned her attention to the brainy-baby.

“Hey, hey, hey. Perri, my dude. I'm here, it's okay.” Lexi tried comforting Perri

“(Whimpering) it's good to see you again rockstar.” Perri sniffled

“It's good to see you to buddy.” Lexi sympathized

Lexi then turned her attention to the three douches

“What the fuck did you three do.” Lexi accused

“Lex, know your place. You do not bark at me, or I'm sending you back on the streets like the runt you are. ” Jasper retaliated

“Well I guess you have to put be back on the fucking streets, because no one talks to my friends like that.” Lexi condemned

It warms my cold heart to see Lex care so much for Perri, it's so sweet.

“Ah you fucking bitch, alright. You can see your, friend now.(inhaling on her cigar).” Jasper said in defeat

“Come on Perri, is there something you wanted to tell me.” Lexi adviced

“One second Lexi.” Perri protested

She turned her direction towards me, running up to me and giving me a hug. It was a tight hug, like a bear hug.

“You are the greatest friend in the world, I'm so lucky to have met you.” Perri chirped

I still didn't understand this platonic affection, this is the second time in a row, and I don't feel anything. My heart feels heavy and silent, there's no emotion. Why am I like this.

But to make her feel better, I hugged her back.

It lasted for 3 minutes, everyone in the warehouse was staring at us. But I didn't care, as long as she's happy.

She finally let go and walk towards Lexi, both of them waving goodbye to me. I guess it wasn't such a bad day after all.

“Hold on Spinel, just a minute.” Jasper asserted

I spoke to soon.

“Even though I'm letting your friend hang with the road captain, you still have to do something for me in return. ” Jasper decided

“Jasper. I can't be your drug mule.” I stated

“Don't worry your panties off, your not delivering drugs. I've chosen something that you may like. Do you know Sophie Turner.” Jasper explained

“What about her.”

“She hasn't been paying her IOU's for the Menohoyō's she's been buying for her parties. She keeps saying “My dad is rich, I'll get your money, stop bugging me, bla bla bla.” So because of her I'm losing money, she's my top buyer in Akuma no tochi. So what I need you to do is, take her out.” Jasper offered

Well isn't that pure irony.

“I think I can do that Jasper, but I'm going to need some equipment.” I demanded

“Sure, anything. You just can't tell the clan was involved.” Jasper added

“I need a hacksaw, trash bags, bleach, cleaning supplies, nails and the key to the saw mill.” I listed

“Done. Go to our SGT at arms, Ruth. She'll get you what you need. Remember Spinel, this never happened.” Jasper concluded

Once I reached the exit, a familiar voice called out for me.

“Spinel, Wait. I want to talk to you!”

Well what do you know, I thought Ryan was the last person who would talk to me here.

“Listen Spinel, I did some thinking and wanted to apologize about yesterday. I took my frustrations out on you, it was wrong. I should have never called you runner-tits, your a beautiful, smart girl. One day, some very lucky guy will meet you. I'm sorry.” Ryan apologized

I didn't expect someone like Ryan to say that, it took a lot of guts to admit something like that. I respect that.

“I forgive you Ryan, no hard feelings.”

“Thank you Spinel, I'll let you go now. But remember, the Black Hawks have your back.” Ryan thanked

“Your welcome, I'll see you around.”

It is time, time to give that bitch what she deserves. Good thing I didn't give all that birthday cake to the meow-meows.

I finally arrive to Sophie's place, no ones home but her. I have everything I need to silence her for good. And it all starts with a piece of cake.

I walked to her door and placed a small pink box on the doorstep. I knocked on the door and hid behind a bush.

“Hello, is some out there. Justin you better not be fucking with me.” Sophie cautioned

“Oh, what's this. (opens the box) aww, it's a piece of cake. I guess Justin isn't a dick after all. ”

Sophie picked up the cake from the box and went back inside, without locking the door. I quietly snuck in behind her, when I found out that she took the bait. I always make the best cakes, thanks to Momma. But for this special occasion, I added my secret ingredient.

I saw her take the first bite, then the second, and finally the third. Until she took her fourth bite.

“Mmmh mhhhh- ACK,ACK. Gahh. Barf.” Sophie said while gagging and puking blood

That's right, the secret ingredient os nails. I placed a couple of small nails in the sweet-treat, hoping it would tear her esophagus apart.

“Aww, did poor wittle Sophie bit off more than she could chew.” I teased her while kneeling down beside her.

“Who's a spaz now bitch. I would have came for your ass later. But you had to pick on my wittle buddy. That's one step to far.” I rasped

I looked at her in disgust while watching her struggle to breathe. This was the first human I ever killed, I'm tired of releasing my pain on cats. Taking them from their owners, putting them in a bag, and slamming that said bag onto the concrete floor! Who ever knew inflicting pain on someone like her can feel so, pleasurable. Reliving. The pure horror in their eyes fills my desire, my desire to butcher these whores that stand in my way. I shouldn't have done this sooner.

“ACK ACK ACK, gahh. Fuck youu, you psychotic cun-(pukes blood). Barf. Huff, puff, huff, puff. Huff...ack....ack...ack.........ah.” Sophie cried her last words.

“Just so you know, it's homemade not store bought.” I joked

Well that took longer than I expected. I had to saw her in ten part, bag them, clean the floor, bleach the floor, dispose any evidence, take the body parts to the saw mill and shred them up. I also had to burn my cloths as well, at least I brought a spare set. But it all ended smoothly. I got my revenge, and now only five more rivals to go. Perri can now see Lexi anytime, I hope they worked out, they'll make a cute couple. Even though school sucked ass at least it ended on a positive note. Now time to go home, and great my amazing famil-.

“Hey. Spinel.”

Okay who could that be.

I turned around wanting to know whose behind me. And oh fuck I wish didn't. This day was perfect for Perri and I, and she's the last person I wanted to see, God damn it!

“Hello Spinel”

“Hello. Connie.”

To be continued

[shamelesslypoetic]

I: The Birds and The Dee

Summary: The Forrester household is home to four pets. Dastan’s ball python, Nova, who bit Park in the ankle is one of them. To make up for it, Dee decides to increase the pet count to five but ends up getting two more. TW: Self-deprecation, body image issues, snakes, strippers Word count: 2.4k

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Nova’s eyes narrowed as her tongue flicked out at me, rolling up and down in the air as I fixed her with a firm glare. Squirming, she looked away. I followed her gaze to the bird she'd killed and felt a slight twinge of guilt. Grave mistake keeping her cage open by the window. Park would be devastated. The pain he went through was enough so I decided not to tell him. A groan sounded from Park’s room. Sighing, I pulled a pillow over my head, frustrated that, yesterday, she’d gotten out and bit him. Because he’s Park, of course, he kept telling me it didn’t matter, that he was okay and that he’d ‘tempted’ her by wearing gray socks with mouse patterns. I knew better, though. So fragile despite the strength of his mind, my brother bruised very easily. 

Distraction. I need a distraction. My hand itched for a cigarette but Park didn’t like the smell and Pops wouldn’t want me to. Mulling over going to the store to get a pack, I grabbed my phone from the bedside. The black screen showed my face staring back at me, twin to Park’s in every way except the dark, uneven patches spread like rot on fruit. Tomato pits. Banana bruises. Pretty patterns. Park’s voice answered in my head. I hurled the phone, letting it bash against the headpost. It fell onto the bed with a thunk and I exhaled sharply, running both hands through my hair. I stood up, fingers drumming on my thigh as I paced back and forth around the room. Finding myself in front of the hollowed carcass of the bird, I grit down on my teeth. Brown, eyes two slits, beak open in an uneven angle and wings still slightly raised, it lay there, dead. If she weren’t sleeping Nova’s eyes would have spoken to me, teasing because she knew I couldn’t be mad at her for answering to her survival instincts. That anger only existed because of what she’d done to Park, after all. I stared at the bird some more, moving a bit closer to Nova’s cage. One way or another we all end up dead. I felt a consolation, for at least its death had given me an idea.

“Dastan!” Pops’ concerned voice caught me at the door, hand frozen on the handle. I didn’t turn. “Where are you going?” I squeezed the cool metal, tensing. “Out.” Wearily, he repeated, “Where are you going?” “Don’t worry, old man, I’ll be back in an hour,” I said. He inhaled a sharp breath and I bit my lip, imaging his red face and the hand running through his graying hair. Too young for this. I pressed another mild insult, “Take care of Park.” Kitty, our golden retriever – courtesy of Park – whined in front of my brother’s door, scratching at the wood. As Pops turned to her, I pushed my way through, tossing a glance over my shoulder. Soulful, worried eyes and a heavy brow met mine. Vitiligo or no vitiligo, you’re my son and I love you. Slamming the door behind me, I sighed.

A shop window revealed that the concealer I’d applied held up well through the town square’s usual  buzz and bustle. Park’s words echoed in my head. You’re perfect just the way you are. He didn’t understand, how could he with his clear honey eyes, freckled face and curly hair? Various birds, fish, cats and dogs blurred in my vision, face coming into focus. Muddy brown and green gazed back. Without breaking stride, I pushed into the nearest pet shop, tearing my eyes away from the display window. I hadn’t managed to see a single creature anyway. Ding. The bell went. I wanted to break it. The hot summer air licked at my cheeks and ears. Air conditioner who? Scrunching up my nose at the cat piss and cheap air fresher meant to cover it up, I glanced over to a girl with an exposed midriff. “How can I help you, babycakes?” her eyes went down, tattoo of an arrow pointing to the bottom from her navel. Downcast eyes met mine again as she swayed towards me. I curled my lip. Classy. “Stuck up dick,” she murmured.   Flashing her the black ring on my middle finger, I turned to another aisle. Basically, ‘Fuck off. I’m not interested.’ A little harsh, yes, but how else would people know I’m ace? Her presence stayed there, cloying perfume nearly suffocating. A vaguely Australian accent greeted me, “Tattoo’s for a strip club I work at after shifts.” My head fell back, something close to regret washing over me. “Whaddya need?” Another blast of hot air from outside had me worried that the powder would come off with the heat and I touched a hand to my face. Great. Exactly what I needed. “Cool how you don’t have air conditioning here,” I said, eyes falling on her name-tag. “Annabelle.” She gave an apologetic smile and I stuffed a five dollar bill into her hand as I brushed past, silently apologizing for being an ass.

Well, well, what have we here? Cat food. That’s what. And a nerd. Such a curious sight, the two of them together. Earlier, Viridian had called to tell me of his common cold, delirious as he begged for dry food. ‘Dirthersh’, that British short-hair Macy insisted they keep, seemed more trouble than he's worth.       I browsed the birds section and two lovebirds rubbing their against each other caught my attention. A gradient gray and a gradient brown. Just the colors I was looking for. I’d learnt by now. Red and orange showed me different shades of brown and green gave me gray but my heart still thumped an unsteady beat. Another convenience took for granted among people. Despite anything I could tell myself it would always hurt, having eyes that don’t work properly, ill skin, uneven body and mind at every turn. What if I got them wrong? I just wanted to get one thing right. Just his favorite color, damn it. But it’s not orange! It’s purple! Of course, he always said that because he didn’ want the colors I couldn’t see to be the ones he liked. Oh, shut up. Slate spun towards me and I clamped my lips shut. Of course I’d said it out loud. Stupid. Raising a hand, I walked towards him, pinning him with my gaze. He leveled a calm stare. “Can I help you?” Formal as ever. “Yeah, Malachi,” I said, giving a crooked smirk. “You see colors, right?” Slate adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. “As far as I’m concerned.” “Well, that makes one of us,” I pointed at the two birds and Slate’s thick, wire rimmed glasses followed my finger. “What are those?” An Encyclopedia exploded in my face, “Lovebirds, the common name for Agapornis is a species popular amongst pet owners and typically bought in pairs—” “Oh for fuck’s sake, their colors, Slate.” Slate blinked in disinterest, shifting in the same monotone voice as if I’d asked Siri. “The one on the right is red and orange, the other is a gray and mint green gradient,” for once, his specificness paid off. “Make sure to buy a spacious cage. They’re quite lively and need room to be healthy.” I nodded, catching Annabelle’s eyes across the shop. She smiled at me, mouthing ‘thanks’. “Why are you buying them?” The scorn in my voice hiding the fact I was grateful, I turned back to him. “I decided our house wasn’t enough of a zoo as it is.” “For someone who likes salt, this is a very sweet gesture to your brother.” “Park,” I said, arching a brow. “He has a name.” Slate cleared his throat, looking away. “I am aware.” “And that’s not the phrase,” I added, peering at the slight color on his cheekbones. “I’m salty, but I’m not a complete jerk.” The corners of his mouth turned up. “The debate team would beg to differ.” “Bunch of pussies,” I dismissed, waving my hand. “Why are you here? Last time I checked, you didn’t have any pets.”                                                                “Viridian wasn’t feeling well so he asked if I could buy cat food for Hershey.”      “What was our next discussion supposed to be about anyway?” I asked. “You don’t take notes?” I scoffed, almost offended. “Of course not.” “How do you manage to keep up with tasks then?” “I don’t,” I said smoothly. “I forget, like a cool person.” He crossed his arms, indulging me. “The Israel Palestine feud” “Thanks for the help, nerd.”

At the cash register, Slate strode over with the cat food. He placed a five dollar bill on the counter and stared ahead. He cleared his throat, adjusted, readjusted his glasses and then looked at me. “Dastan.” I rolled my eyes. “I told you, I go by Dee.” “Tell Park our next session is on Wednesday,” his voice cracked at my brother’s name. Coffee brown eyes grew just a shade lighter as he squared his shoulders, holding my gaze. “Oh, he can’t,” I said, sizing him up. “He’s been bitten by a snake.” Slate tensed, eyes widening despite his best efforts. “What!? Is..is he alright?” I’d spent my whole life thinking myself a mutation because I’d never seen in my face what I saw in his but I pretended not to notice, jaw clenching as I subdued him. “Relax, it was just Nova.” His flushed face deepened in color. Trembling and steadying, hitting uneven notes, his usually deep voice stretched thin. “Is he in any pain at all? Are you quite sure the snake isn’t venomous?” My heart pumped, mind running, scrambling with the impossibility that I’d never noticed before. “No.” “May I come with you to check on him? If it’s a suitable time, of course. I mean, I must...reschedule with him.” Words were pushed out of him in a flurry, cracking his composure enough for me to sense his worry. “We have an Algebra exam next Monday.” “I’ll have him call you.” A pause. Slate, leader of the debate team, son of Principal Marvin and valedictorian student, Slate Malachi hesitated, barely audible. “I’d like to see him in person.” I looked him up and down, head to toe, drinking in his nervousness. Eyes snapping to his stiff shoulders, pursed lips, his bumped eyebrows. I could almost smell it, taste the tang of his concern. It left a bad taste in my mouth. “No, Slate,” he blinked, expression shifting in an instant. “It’s not a good time. We need to just be a family right now.” “I—” “We don’t need you there,” I pressed. “Right, well,” he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He turned to leave, froze, hastily throwing his last words over his shoulder before stalking out. “Tell him to call me when he can.”

Kitty barked from inside and Pops opened the door, eyebrows raised at the fact I’d help up on my promise. “You’re back.” “No, I’m still at the city square,” I said. “Should I get you something on the way?” Park shuffled out of his room. I kept my hands behind my back, legs pressed together. “Hey.” “Deedee!” I grimaced at the nickname, pulling the cage in front of me where he could see it. Instantly, his eyes brightened. Park stopped limping towards me, bandaged foot stilling on the floorboards. “Are...are those what I think they are?” I restrained a smile. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?” I gave it a gentle push and the cage rolled rolled right towards him. Falling to his knees in front of it, he ran his hand over the thin bars, gaping at the chirping balls of feather inside. Tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, he looked up at me with a limpid, clear gaze. Leaning my back to shut the door, I tilted my head at him, arms crossed. “You like them?” He nodded frantically, sniffing. “But my favorite color isn’t orange.” I smiled. “Is that so?” “Yes! I, I hate red and I hate green!” he sobbed, hugging the cage. “I like purple and...and blue!” Pops ran his hand through the tangles of Park’s hair, smiling. When the two looked at me again, tears spilled from Park’s eyes. A few minutes passed with Park repeatedly thanking me and the lot of us gathering in the living room with Sardine, Fredrick and Kitty to decide the two newcomers’ names. Pops held onto Sardine and Fredrick slept on the couch while Park lay flat on the floor, arms cushioning his chin. “She looks like a mango.” I snickered, shaking my head. “You should make that her name.” He looked from me to the cage and squealed. I took off the beanie on my head, scratching at my scalp in disbelief and praying the fresh air would save my head from this silliness. “You can’t be serious.” “I’ve never been more serious in my life!” Rubbing my temples, I watched as he scrutinized the other bird, suddenly blurting out, “Pierre!” Pops smiled. “Sounds good, Park.” “Get it?” glowing, he sat up, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Cause he’s green! Like a pear!” “Ugh, I never thought I’d regret this,” I groaned. “Shut up, you love them!” Just as I opened my mouth to deny it, Park’s phone rang. It belted out a bubbly tune and my brother’s face tinted scarlet. I kept my arms crossed over my chest, clenching my fists so I wouldn’t do anything rash when I saw the caller’s name. ‘Slate’ shone on the buzzing phone’s screen beside a blue heart.  Park showed his love in a lot of ways, this was a common one. But I knew better, this time, that heart spoke volumes. My jaw clenched and my attention rested on a yellowed patch on the carpet, thumb pressing down on my knuckles. “Dee?” I looked up, carefully focusing on the wallpaper over his shoulder. “Hm?” He gave a disarming smile. “Thank you.” I returned a half grin, sighing, “Welcome, fluffball.” My grin lasted till Park shut his room’s door behind him. Frowning, I looked over at Pops who scritched at Sardine’s forehead. “I’m worried for Sardine. She, I mean, they haven’t been eating well lately. Do you think they might be sick?” Normally Pops’ attempts at getting used to modern pronouns tickled but this time, I just shrugged, mind worked up as I stared at the sky blue of Park’s door. His voice came in happy torrents, divided by giggles just a bit louder than normal. Blood throbbed in my ears because I knew, I knew with the same surety I felt my thumb grinding over my skin the guy I had to blame. What the fuck are you trying to do with my brother?

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AN: So this is my first prologue for Inner Monologue. Expect a lot of these in the future. They're canon and they happened in universe but you don't have to read this to enjoy IM. These are just Easter Eggs and snippets of my writing style. Thank you so much for reading. Love you <3

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[actualsunflower]

im considering changing jays design, specifically so he doesnt have vitiligo anymore bcs honestly im worried the despite the effort i put into doing a lot of research theres people who are going to disagree how i treat it in writing and. honestly im being a pussy and im scared of the backlash. anxiety is really fuckin me up and i know exactly how pissy and nitpicky this fandom is. even aside from all ive done to make sure im not being offensive i still feel like theres a storm just waiting for me to post the first chapter of my fic

[massivelyuniversallytiger-blog1]

Vitiligo treatment with homeopathy is promising and without any side effects, find more on causes, symptoms, diet and other treatment options available for vitiligo.

[sweet-talkin-gladiator]

ABOUT THE MUSE . REPOST DO NOT REBLOG .

{I’ll be doing this for both Robot and Human Neb{in italics}

GENERAL

Name: Nebulous {Nebulous Tilly}

Nickname(s): Neb, Nebby 

Age: Roughly 10 million {~27}

Morality: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

Species: Andromedian {Race: Black/indigenous american/Latinx} 

PERSONAL

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

Primary goals in life: To live a better life, away from war. {To become rich and famous}

Build: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese {Theyre slender, but have curves, and also are in shape?}

PHYSICAL

Height: 21 feet {5′6}

Weight: uhhhh rude, I have no idea. {~150}

Scars/Birthmarks: None {Vitiligo}

Abilities/powers:None.

Favorites

Favorite foods: Anything Sour, Sweet or Spicy. {Pepper poppers, Sourpatch kids, Vero mango(the chili lollipops), Oranges}

Favorite drink: Engex, or regular energon. {Water, Tea, Alcohol}

Favorite color(s): Purple, Blue, Black, Red, Pink. 

Favorite music genre: EDM/Dubstep or Hard rock

Favorite book genre: Romance and Horror

Favorite movie genre: Horror, Thriller.

Favorite season: Autumn

Favorite curse word(s): Frag. {Fuck, shit, piss, pussy... I could go on}

Favorite scent: Pine, Mint, Rain, Smoke, Cinnamon, Vanilla.

FUN STUFF

Bottom or Top: Bottom(but can be a dom bottom)

Sings in the shower: Most of the time.

Likes bad puns: Most of them, they won’t admit it though.

tagged by: @curiosiccus

tagging: @slaed @x-de-con-struct-ed-x @voraciouslyindulgent @coldbloodedcopter

[rogue-hero]

If I was a woman I’d have vitiligo spots on my pussy.

How do I know this??? Cause I’m a guy and they are already on my cock and balls