#wow i love editing pink haired characters

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[drill-teeth-art]

Wow! Here’s something incredibly personal.

This is Good Bi Gender. A comic I made to express some feelings I have about my gender. I don’t really have that much else to say about it. Here it is.

[Image Description: A digital comic made with sharp, angular abstract lines and only the colors white, blue, pink, and black. The featured character is all white, except for facial features and hair colors, which changes from panel to panel. The comic reads: Cover Panel: The text "Good Bi Gender", the words colored with the trans flag. It shows a glitchy person's face, half pink and half blue. Panel 1: White text reads: "Hello. My name is apparently irrelevant. And my pronouns are he/him and she/her. But you can't call me she/her. And here's why." Someone with a half-pink and half-blue shirt looks to the side. One eye is covered with hair, and the other eye is pink while the iris is blue.

Panel 2: The character sits happily, imagining facial hair and a masculine voice. "I don't want top surgery. I love my chest. And I dream about being on testosterone someday soon." The character looks at a phone, frowning. The phone shows the male symbol with an "X" through it. Text next to it reads: “People don't seem to think that the features I dream of are very pretty though... Or they think even worse of them than that…”

Panel 3: The character’s features are all pink, and sits in a blank frame. The character reaches over to a blue frame, frowning. “I don't like the animosity. I really despise it.” A photo of the character shows an all-blue frame and blue hair, with pink outlines and facial features. “To be a boy... I aspire to be one. I aspire to be masculine in all its handsomeness. All its prettiness.” Panel 4: The character sits in an all blue panel, but reaches back out to the pink panel. “And I'm still a girl too. I was so excited to have both. To love both. To have handsome femininity. Beautiful masculinity.” The frames break and connect, and pink and blue swirl together. The character smiles in between the frames, with one pink eye and one blue eye. “So excited. And yet I get asked…”

Panel 5: Two hands hold out two different pills to the character, one blue and one pink. They ask “Male? or Female?” using the male and female symbols.The character, facial features an array of pink and blue, looks between the two hands, distressed. “It's both! I'm both! They're not opposites. Not narrow boxes. I say I'm both despite the insistence that I can't be. And I know what I look like. I know I look like a girl to most. I know that if I say people can call me she, that's all I will get from most. Because it's "easier". It "makes more sense". To have my masculinity, I am often forced to be unflinching in it and it alone. To never use she. Because if I don't, I will never get to have he.” [The words "she" and "he" are italicized.] Panel 6: Text reads: “I'm still very happy to be so comfortable in my identity. To know, despite all that, that I am indeed a boy and a girl and both. But you know. Telling people to only use he/him for me. Guarding my masculinity all just to have it. All at the expense of the part of me who is happily and unashamedly a girl.” The character cries from one pink eye, the other hidden. The character holds a pink girl in a sea of blue, the girl crying out. In the midst of the blue, text reads: “Well, it fucking breaks her heart.” End ID]

Edit: @starberry-skies wrote an ID for the comic, so I added it to the og post with its permission!

[schrodingers-romy]

Cute Aggression [Sakura Haruka x Reader]

Pairings: Sakura Haruka x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1200 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Your boyfriend is so cute you just want to bite him (and you do).

Warnings: Biting (duh), tiniest bit of suggestiveness at the end, written with aged up to adult Sakura in mind but you go crazy go stupid ig, anime watcher safe (one mention of a manga character but no spoilers), i think that's all???

Notes: Minimally edited so forgive me pls. Born of my desire to bite sakura bc he is sooo cute. here you go wind breaker fandom <3 anyway maybe if I get inspired I'll continue this. who knows.

Dating Sakura Haruka was like a dream come true for you. Finally, you were able to lavish him with the affection you were constantly holding back before in fear of revealing your feelings (and possibly ruining your friendship with him). Every time you held his hand, or ran a hand through his hair, or pressed a quick kiss to his lips, you felt a soft warmth flush through you. And, in complete contrast to how he acted years ago when you first met him, he no longer hissed and spat like a feral cat when any sort of kindness was shown to him. Now, though he still huffed and blushed at physical contact, he also reveled in it. Haruka leaned into every single one of your affections, even if they embarrassed him; and, in private, he would return them in his own shy way.

In short, you had grown comfortable expressing your adoration for him through physical touches, which is why you felt comfortable enough to do what you were about to do without thinking anything of it.

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Haruka, though he was a bit dense, was well aware of how much he blushed. As much as it annoyed the shit out of him, he could never control the way he quickly turned from pale to pink to red at any nicety. Even though years around Furin and the affectionate weirdos who were a part of it, he would still flush often. It became worse again once he started dating you.

He couldn’t admit it (especially to the likes of Suo and Umemiya…nosy bastards…) but he adored when you were sweet with him. Before the two of you got together, you were always nice to him, complimenting him on everything from his fighting to his eyes to his kindness. But it was like the floodgates had opened after he confessed to you; now you expressed your love through both touch and words (a dangerous combination for Haruka’s heart). He liked that you were so comfortable touching him, even when he struggled to return the same actions expect in private. He liked it when you hugged him and kissed him and treated him like something precious. He avoided dwelling on his past as much as possible, but he couldn’t help but remember how a few years ago he could not have even fathomed being loved at all, much less in the all-encompassing way you loved him.

You were absolutely perfect to him, and you had given him the gift of falling in love and having that love reciprocated. That being said, sometimes you were fucking weird.

The two of you were snuggling on the couch, and you were stroking his hair and telling him how pretty he looked when he was relaxed. Haruka was slowly turning the shade of Kiryu’s hair, even as he melted into the scratch of your fingers against his scalp.

And then you leaned forward, and his eyes fluttered shut, anticipating a kiss. Instead of the soft feeling of your lips, however, he felt something sharp clamp down on one of his pink cheeks.

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There were plenty of times when you looked at your boyfriend and thought “wow, he’s cute enough to eat.” The urge to take a bite out of Haruka ebbed and flowed like the tide; but it had reached dangerous flood levels since you started dating. According to Tsubaki, this was because of ‘cuteness aggression’, the same feeling that made you want to squish adorable baby animals like they were stress balls.

You never thought you’d act on the desire, but you had clearly gotten too used to inflicting upon Haruka your devotion through touch; therefore, you did not think this through.

He just looked so pretty sitting there, leaning his head into your hand, so relaxed he was almost purring with contentedness. His rosy face reminded you of his namesake, and the only coherent thought you had was “his cheeks look like sakura mochi” before you were leaning in.

The gentle clamp of your teeth over his soft flesh was just as satisfying as you dreamed, although you only got to experience it for a second before you let go at the screech your boyfriend let out. It took him a second to register what you did before he leapt away from the couch like a cat.

“THE HELL WAS THAT!?” Haruka yelped, scrubbing at the faint mark on his face with his hand. “ARE YOU A CANNIBAL OR SOMETHIN’?!”

You felt a surge of embarrassment, but luckily you were much better at hiding it than he was at hiding his. “No. That was just a love bite, baby.”

“A what?”

“A love bite! Because you were so cute it made me want to bite you. Affectionately.” You let a small wince surface on your face, despite your confident tone.

He squinted at you, confused. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, as if he was trying to remember if this was normal or not. “I don’t get it,” he admitted, cautiously sitting back down next to you. You almost joked that you wouldn’t bite, as if you hadn’t proven that false just seconds before.

You moved his hand out of the way so you could rub your thumb over his abused cheek, before pressing a soft kiss to it. Haruka tensed up a little, but he let out a small sigh and collapsed when he felt your lips instead of your teeth.

You felt a little bit bad, even though you enjoyed getting your teeth on him immensely. “I shouldn’t have done it to you out of the blue like that. I’m sorry.”

“’S fine, I just don’t understand,” he said gruffly.

“It’s called cuteness aggression…you know when something is so cute you just want to squeeze it or bite it or something like that?”

Haruka still seemed confused, but he gave a slow nod.

“That’s what I feel about you sometimes. I just like you so much I want to bite you. You’re sweet enough to eat, Haruka,” you murmured, punctuating it with a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

He made a sort of unintelligible sound, flushing again. After you gave him a minute to reboot, he said, “Well…I didn’t hate it, y’know. Ya just startled me, ‘s all…” he trailed off, avoiding meeting your eyes.

You recognized this behavior, and it made your eyes light up. “Awww, did you like it?”

“Shut up!” he squawked. A pause. Then, in a quieter voice, “I dunno. It was too fast, jus’ startled me. Didn’t even really know what was happenin’.”

“Want me to bite you again?”

He turned away. “Do whatever you want.” Tellingly, however, he had twisted in a way so that his cheek and his neck were fully exposed to you.

“Okay,” you said softly. “I’m going to bite you again. Tell me if you like it or not, okay?”

This time, when you leaned in, you bit into the long, creamy stretch of his exposed neck. It felt different than his cheek did under your teeth, but it felt just as good, if not better.

Haruka stiffened for a second, like a scared prey animal in the maw of a predator, before he shuddered and went limp with a small whine.  

You released him after a few seconds, and admired the red mark left behind. You met your boyfriend’s gaze, taking in his glazed eyes and slightly open mouth.

“Yeah, I think I like it,” he whispered.

When you smiled, his eyes were drawn to your teeth.

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland Boys x Fem Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

(Idia's Part)

Previous part (Kalim)

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A/n: Out of every housewarden, I felt like sobbing writing Idia's cause of how fluffy he is, I love him so much. Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Potential Inaccuracy in Indian Tradition, Indian and Greek clothing, if ever you see inaccuracy about it, please let me know, I only did a bit of research about it. The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personalities of our beloved boys. You have a child with Kalim here!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Kalim = The sultan Idia = Hades ─────❅───── Idia: The underworld has always been Idia’s little comfort zone, although at first, he didn’t want to rule it, due to how depressing it gets sometimes, but along with his brother Ortho who takes care of “outside” activities, aka meetings with those overbearing gods and goddesses who think they’re better than anyone, he didn’t mind the work as long as it’s with him. So far, his duties were all just about guiding souls into whatever the fuck they want or are allowed to go, honestly if they all became lost souls, he wouldn’t give a flying damn.

One day, however, an odd discrepancy appeared in the calculations of souls being accepted—an unregistered soul had entered the narrative. Concerned, he strolled toward the portal of Tartarus to investigate. When he peered inside, a sudden flash of blinding light erupted, disorienting him. Before he could react, a heavy force slammed into his body, causing him to stumble.

“What the!” he grunted, feeling a heavy body on top of him, he rubbed his head, opening his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light-to-darkness transition.

You stirred, finding your hands pinning him down. His eyes widened in shock as he pushed you off, scrambling backward so quickly that he hit his back on the wall with a loud slam.

“What In the world?!” he screeched, his hair glowing brightly meaning he was incredibly nervous, while you seemed to be lost, standing up, you pat away the dust off your outfit, taking notice of Idia who still was pressed on the wall.

“Idia?” you went closer to him, he looked like an angry kitten, glaring at you at first but the moment you got closer he stiffens up, pushing his hands to protect himself from you.

“Stay back! You anomaly!” he shouted that it echoed around the empty room, you were taken aback, “Idia, it’s me.” you said, eyebrows knitting in frustration.

“H-how do you know my name?” he asked, looking at you confusedly, were you sent by his other brother who he doesn’t even think of one, Zeus? You look kind of angelic so there’s a suspicion.

“Idia, you’re my boyfriend” Wow point blank you decided to kill him with those words, boyfriend his ass, what boyfriend, all he knows is that he prefers to be single than have a lover, also he wants to add that you are way out of his league, there’s no way you like him that way, and this is the first time you met him, was there a camera around here? The edited laughter? Where is it? He’s waiting for that to come.

Realizing that he was overthinking again, you snapped your fingers catching his attention; stating your name you tried to see if you got any reaction, but nothing. He really didn’t remember you.

You were going to be saddened by this, if it weren’t for the fact that the tips of his hairs had a slight pink on it meaning was still a chance for you to get your boyfriend back.

Okay, you two might be misunderstanding things, while Idia was observant, he can’t think straight when he’s in front of someone, his black and blue robe being a perfect cover for himself, he even had a hoodie knitted for him to cover his hair with.

You noticed that he was taller than before, raising your eyebrow, you grabbed his arm, which made him freeze up, looking at you like you just harassed him, his sweat drops. “What?”

“Since when did you get taller?” you asked, he slides your hand off of his arm, rubbing it a bit, “I don’t know?” he answered confusedly, before waving his hand dismissively, “No more questions, I’m bringing you back to Zeus” he grumbled, his stupid brother playing pranks on him again.

“What? Zeus?” you walked faster to catch up on him when he started speedwalking away, “Y’know, God of Olympus?” he said, weirded out why you didn’t know Zeus, everyone knows him.

“Wait, Zeus as in the God from long ago?” you asked further, which made Idia stop his tracks, turning to look at you, his figure looming, he looked like a grim reaper when he stands with you before, but now it’s more evident.

“What do you mean long ago?” he asked as bewildered as you are, why are you acting this way anyways? Anomaly that popped out of nowhere and almost giving him a concussion and right now you’re giving him a migraine, what’s next huh? brain aneurysm?   

“Are you not my Idia?” you frowned, looking at him closer, he exhibited a different style, he was taller, slightly shorter hair, bluish skin instead of pale.

“Your” Idia? What does that mean?

The more you open your mouth the more questions pop out, sighing he decided to cover your mouth with his hand. “Please… just shut up for a minute”

Okay, first theory! You’re not from around here, I mean you just got spat out like trash by the Tartarus and suddenly proclaiming that he’s your boyfriend, he feels bad for you, your standard is in hell if you’re dating him, you’re pretty too, a disrespect to your face really.

Second theory, which he’s leaning on more, you’re a spy sent by his brother Zeus; to make him fall for you and you break his heart and upload it to magicam or something.

If you think he’s self-deprecating too much, please, he’s just being realistic with the situation.

“First off, I am not yours” he clarified, lifting his hands as if he’s surrendering to you. “I never met you in my whole life, you’re cute but no”

Rejected by your own boyfriend, you wanted to pinch his cheeks for it, you were going to be hurt by this, but the thing is, the way he acts reminded you of the first stages of your relationship with him, he wasn’t the best with it.

“Okay,” you said, being short with him, for some reason that made him feel bad, scratching the back of his neck, he wanted to hold your cheek or hand to comfort you, an odd feeling.

“Sorry- I mean if you want to, I can act like your boyfriend or something” he murmured, his voice gradually decreasing to the point you barely heard the last words.

“It’s fine Idia, no need” not wanting to force him into that kind of thing, however, you noticed that his little fire hair started to fizzle out, panicking a bit you touched his hand, holding it, “wait I mean, okay, sure we can act”

Phew, that got his fire back up, lucky you. “Okay…” he said awkwardly coughing as he uses his tech to call for Ortho. “Ortho, can you come here?”

Ortho was impressively fast with going back to the underworld, looking the same except his clothes or rather his cyborg parts looked Greek like, it explains why you were wearing a tunic.

“Scan her” Idia said, using his eyes to signal ortho who to scan, in which Ortho grins brightly. “Okay!”

You stayed still as Ortho used his eyes to scan you, it was something that came natural for you, especially since your Ortho does that often.

“So?” Idia asked, leaning on the wall, Ortho shook his head, looking conflicted. “Nope, she doesn’t have any data around Ancient Greece, or anywhere”

“Huh” he didn’t seem surprised. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, patting Ortho’s head. “Yeah! I did another scan but there’s no indication of her presence anywhere.

So, you really were just transported by Tartarus to Ancient Greece, connecting the dots, that means Idia here is…

Noticing you staring at him in deep thought He smiles a bit, you looked funny thinking like that, pouty and all. “Since you’re really not from here, my name is Idia, God of the Underworld, and this is Ortho, my brother.” Ortho waves at you enthusiastically and he was genuinely surprised that his brother introduced him instead of himself.

“I know” you hummed, crossing your arms. “I told you already, we’re dating- “

Idia tried to cover your mouth before you spout that out but failed as Ortho’s eyes widens. “You’re dating my brother in the other world?! You mean there’s another version of us in your world?”

Oh dear, you’re in it now.

Ortho basically asked you plenty of questions, already happy that his brother pulled someone like you, you were gorgeous!

Idia was a bit happy you got along with his brother, he sometimes feels bad that he keeps Ortho in such a depressing place instead of being a normal kid outside and playing.

Also he can’t help but get flustered whenever you randomly get physically affectionate with him, he’s been trying to find a way to get you back in your world, but it’s proving to be difficult since Tartarus maybe his domain, but it’s a system that’s entirely independent from him, think of it as the pity system in his gacha games, even if you hit enough 80 pulls, it doesn’t guarantee the limited character you want.

But, as long as he can, Idia tries to make sure every time he hangs out with you is worthwhile, it’s the first time he made effort to spend time with someone, when he’s off work, he finds himself going to the guest room, asking if you wanted to come eat with him and Ortho, or sometimes, you end up in his room, playing a two-player game with him.

Ever since you came into his life, he started going out of his room more, back then he usually just… does his work and go to his room. That’s all Now he’s trying to go outside more, especially when Ortho told him that to get you back faster was by “thinking outside the box” which just meant that he should go touch some grass and let the gears in his brain think of a solution.

He didn’t really know when he fell for you, but he noticed it when you were outside with him, in the largest field that had nothing but nature around. The outfit that Ortho lend you fits your palette so perfectly, it almost made him want to take a picture.

You were admiring the view while glancing around, picking up flowers.

Confused with what you were doing he walked to you. “Hey what-“ getting cut off as you shove a bouquet of flowers on his chest, a ribbon clumsily wrapped around the stems of the flowers.

“For you” you said, smiling, making his heart skip a bit, he accepted the gift as Ortho called out for you, giving him a glance before you grab his collar, pulling him down to kiss his cheek before walking away.

That got his hair to burn bright pink, shaking from the adrenaline, he coughed awkwardly, hopefully, Ortho didn’t see what you did.

Well, he’s having a hard time finding a way to send you back home, so… it might take a while.

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[evieelyzabethh]

Streamer Jayce definitely seems like a LOL player who’d heavily grinds the game, and would *know* the lore extensively, even better than the devs/writers themselves. And in a world where LOL is the exact same, even with game Viktor and Jayce remaining unchanged, streamer Jayce would also definitely make jokes about himself and modern Viktor related to those game characters

oooh I've sorta been imagining a slightly separate AU where the streamer AU is still modern, but reader and the gang blow up before League of Legends was released their characters and bases the visuals off of them. Jayce and the Machine Herald were both introduced in like 2011/2012, so the slightly less modern streamer AU would take place circa late 00s early 2010s which is silly because that's such a different landscape.

You start out on Youtube, playing the original Minecraft, Sims 1 and 2, Bioshock, the old Resident Evil games and Silent Hill, Jayce playing WoW and LoL, the old Zelda games, Halo, and Assassins Creed. Your aesthetic looks quite different, pink and black foam sound mufflers decorating the back of your space, pink glass beads covering the door behind you, a fluffy pink rug on your floor, PlayBoy throw pillows next to your cheetah print stuffed animals on your hot pink velveteen bed. Don't even get me started on your closet. Juicy tracksuits galore, so many roll over leggings and matching tube tops, sparkly halter tops, low rise jeans, gold and silver hoops, a collection of belly button rings, and so many Chanel heels. You also definitely had one of those bedazzled BlackBerry's.

Viktor is more present in this AU, you both having a separate series on the channel called Multiplayer Monday where you and him film videos playing together. I wouldn't say he fits into the emo-boy look. Think less Rodrick Heffley and more season 1 Spencer Reid with less greasy looking hair. Lots of sweaters, lots of button ups and academic prints like argyle or plaid, lots of beat-up converse, old messenger bags, and comfy oversized jackets. He's still just as sassy, but he really does get into the games. I see his day job being something like an early day's computer scientist who really gets into the craft that goes into coding a game.

You and Jayce only really blow up because shipping culture used to be even more insane than it is now and everyone couldn't wait to see you two together, never mind the very real boyfriend you had. You and Vik still get a lot of attention, but shipping wars definitely break out over who you're going to "end up with". There are so many, fanfics don't get me started. You know how 1D started the "I Got Kidnapped By..." trope, you three definitely started some freaky shit in fanfic spaces. In fact, you really originated Fuck or Die fics, specifically a smutty twist on the Hanahaki disease trope where you have to fuck to prove that you love one of them so they won't die and prove which side of the shipping war was right once and for all. Also, so many Youtube edits of you and Vik to Kesha's, Your Love is My Drug.

Despite not being the greatest at the games he played, Jayce's deep love for the lore eventually got him noticed by Riot, who invite him, you, and Viktor to one of their events and plan a partnership with you three, which is how Jayce and the Machine Herald get introduced into the game. You also get a character, but we all know how well adding female characters to male dominated gaming spaces goes. It would be a completely terrible mischaracterization of who you are and what your channel stands for, your tits would be huge and popping out of your outfit, your waist would be the size of your head, your weapon would be some sort of Cupid's arrow gimmick, and the character would eventually be retired and a piece of lost LoL history. You get a few references made to your character on Valentines Day, though!!

Viktor is more pissed about it than you are, and out of spite, he remodels your character and makes a little platform game for her as a present to you on Valentines Day. It's a really cute small release where you battle a bunch of magical creatures on your adventure to find the Ring of Happiness. While you usually take the wheel when it comes to more creative endeavors like character and world design and story board creation, it's still a very cute game. When you beat the game, you do also receive your own real-life Ring of Happiness.

Besides the little hiccups, Jayce and Viktor think it's very cool to be in a video game. Jayce is definitely the type to main his own character no matter what while Viktor likes a little more variety. The cosplays would also go insane!!! Does Jayce lose his fingerprints with the ungodly number of times he burned himself trying to hot glue his hammer together? Well, yes!!! Does Viktor nearly dye himself with the black body paint he uses? Yes!!! You cosplayed Viktor's version and are the only one who comes out unscathed. From that point on, you leave the cosplaying to the fans and stick to playing the games.

ps. sorry for the lack of my big headcanons. tumblr hates me and wont save my drafts so i literally have no way of writing and posting them :(

[darkdemeter]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐕:

— BUCKY BARNES COLUMN

Dark Pirate! Bucky Barnes x Siren! Female Reader

—- gifs/images found on pinterest, credit to original posters -—

| A/N | DISCRETION |

Wow, I was expecting y’all to be absolutely ruthless and kill Mina to escape. But a few of you were right on it like hounds, you smart cookies, haha...

SMUT 18+ minors dni — oral receiving (male) — slight breeding kink — dubcon (imma just put this here just in case — possessive, dark bucky — dom/sub dynamic — minor profanity — secondary character death — angst — pet name usage — I think that's it? (There may be some grammar/missed editing, will come back sometime later and fix those mistakes)

| SUMMARY |

He is your captain, and he is holding you prisoner. You are his siren, and your fate is one of bound damnation.

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| M-LIST | TAGLIST:

@identity2212 @sebastianstansqueen @openup-yourmind @kandis-mom @calwitch @cjand10 @ashdoctor @missmarvelophilic @mostlymarvelgirl @daddy-bucky @thegirlwholoveslivesfanfiction @armystay89 @oscarissac2099 @boobsbeesbongos @wallacewillow0773638

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No. It’s worth weighs not in balance with the shedding of her blood, her very life, and your captain knows he has won. Head bowed low until the tresses of your hair fall about to frame your face like a shroud, hands sheltering the necklace with uncertainty, you turn your head towards your captain and Mina. Your hueful eyes, expressive in their nature of care beyond your own preservation, you would never willingly put your dear friend in the midst of harm. So, with a shake of your head at Mina’s tearful glare that spurs you to flee, you reject your chance of freedom in exchange for hers. 

  Primed still at the exposure of her throat, he guards her while you approach forward, elegantly submissive under the wake of his darkened stare, the bright tinge of blue awaits you with lust and longing. Nearing his side, the golden chain runs over your skin, a strike of pure and cold guilt pushes a burdensome weight on your heart at the passing of sorrowful voices that vanish upon his imprisoning hold.

  “Good girl,” he purrs with a flaunt of his pleased grin. Teeth that render you with possessive marks on display, taunting you with what’s to come. It is with tenderness that the softened caress of your hands meet over the tanned muscle of his hand that harbours death at his whim, eyes pleaful and coaxing with a want for an end to this needless violence; to forget its happening and be in the smothered encompassing of your beloved captain. 

  His fingers curl tighter to the hilt of his blade.   “Please…” Heaven pours the purest of waters into the goblet of a sinful man at the sound of such an angelic plea, fluttering from your parted lips his eyes cannot lessen his want for. As if entranced by the lull of your voice, he nods with a thinned smile of his plump, pink lips and withdraws the bite of metal from her throat. Mina lurches forward, stumbling with a sharp gasp, and you catch her a moment before she can find salvation in revenge. 

  “Young one,” she insists quickly as she latches hold of your wrist. Something resides in her face that pales, along the ridge of her eyes is a thickened beam of tears, but she gives you a smile. One she often adorned to banish your fears. In the etched lines of your confusion, she only smiles wider until the tears can no longer be held at bay, unleashing in finely thinned rivers. 

You mean all to me. I love you. 

  Her body succumbs and melts around you the moment you embrace her. Her arms are a haven around you, a blanket of safety you miss, a sensation you long to have. But she is sudden to pull away, holding her palm up and flat, she gestures for you to move back. 

Go. Now.

  In spite of their grievances and war over you, you see a mutual glance shared between Mina and your captain, her eyes firm in ensued silence but imploring something of him.   “Come, siren,” says Bucky, his strong hands encase you and pull you from Mina, your outstretched hands graze her own that will to entangle with yours, but falter. 

  She nods at you to go with your captain and you allow yourself to sink into the muscled crevice of his side, his hand holstering you flush to him as he guides you back towards the shore. He gives you no chance to let your course of gaze to linger back towards Mina. The low hum of his voice mumbles something to Wanda and the witch grins with an all too eager nod of her head. Now with you in his grasp, he leads you back towards the ship with those of the hunting party following behind. 

  You’re pressed on to move with haste, the salty winds sweep up the sandy embankments with a fearsome bellow that hums deeply in your rings, your robe barely clinging to cover your modesty. Only just over the beach’s mounding crest and through the howl of Nassau’s haunting wind, your body flinches inward to your captain at the echo of a scream that cracks through the swaying palms and over the bounding waves until the sound can travel no further. 

  Your feet run the wooden boards of the cabin at the behest of his forceful hand that shoves you through its threshold, the warrant of his wrath, the price you’ll pay for daring to insult him through your little deception. 

  “You test the bounds of my tolerance and kindness, siren,” he warns behind a bar of gritted teeth, he hisses without remorse for your shedded tears that follow, “You are bound to ME!”

  With fear all-consuming, you fall to your knees, hands press to the scuffed boards’ lining and your chin bows low to levels of his preference. 

  You cry out, the profuse outpour of tears that line your face does little to quell the raging tide of his anger. “I-I’m sorry!”

  “Quiet!” he barks and you reply with naught but a trembling nod. “I’ve been merciful to you. I’ve given you belonging, shelter and security, and this is how you repay all that? With this insult!”

  His height that towers over you like a commanding shadow sinks to kneel before you, the musk of his scent wafts in lingering cascades upon you, encasing you in times that once were; without this consistent turmoil of your curious nature. 

  But that’s what you were: curious. Why your captain holds guardianship over this particular necklace, its mystery undeniable to lure in your want to know, its attention and the way it glimmers and shines in the sunlight’s light. And the now fading voices. This necklace is yours, at least it was at some point in time, a piece of you that now your captain harbours as his own. Through it, somehow, it binds you to him. The key to your imprisonment… but also your freedom. 

  “You’ve to be punished now.” His words spoken levelly bring a chill to wisp down your spine and needle through your skin, sewing a patchwork of unrest into the faint glamour of your receded, softened scales, and your pupils are blown dark and wide with your evident terror. Punishment is never struck on a whim when it comes to your captain. No, punishment is served at the wrong doings, and in performing poorly to his orders, that punishment can vary. But for you, it falls under the same cloth, a figment garment that never holds to you for long. For it is stripped from you as you enact yourself in service until he sees your crimes duly paid in full.   And usually, it is after he has pumped you full, until your cunt is sorely abused and leaking with his seed. 

  Cool metal dances under your chin and before you can find a surmisable amount of courage to fight, he sharply upturns the tilted axis of your eyes to meet his. Ferocious as the battles he orchestrates at sea, and piercingly cold as the wintry peninsula of the arctic that your skin and muscle is butchered until your bones ache. Yet in the delicately lightened pools of his oceanic eyes, lies a strange tenderness. But it is one that never smiles. Never softens. Not in the way Mina implied. For your captain’s heart is a black one, guarded in the fortress of his cruelty. That which he holds you to the level of his eye is not a testament of love. 

  Captain James Barnes, the White Wolf, cannot love. Much to the naivety of your own heart, that soon after broke at this revelation of truth some time ago, you came to accept that in his darkened heart, yearns the ever hungry curse of lust. A hunger you must now feed or forever be enslaved, and mind erased at the coming of his witch’s scarlet magic. 

   “Yes… I do…”

  Your answer is met with a hum of approval, deep and throaty. Over the canvas of his features, there’s a smirk woven into his lips, sly and beautifully sinister in his internal fantasies he makes real upon the unity of your intimacy. You cannot help the blossom of need in your core upon meeting the darkened hue of his eyes that proclaim loudly through the veil of desires unspoken. 

  “Correct answer,” he applauds with another purr accentuating his deep voice, the flutter of your lashes a visible effect of his spell over you. But beneath his praise and all good words that come forth from his lips, you know what answer he seeks newly and intensely. At its mere thought, a power surges through you, a sensation that circuits through the tips of your fingers and down between your legs, gathering a layer of slickness that settles over the wooden floor. 

  “Your child,” you say, lips but a ghost’s touch apart, “your bastard…”

  “There’s a good lass,” he chuckles with a devilish grin and pushes forward, lips smashing onto yours with unparalleled force that drives your spine to curl back, at your hips he pulls you to him. His teeth gnaw and stab, his tongue roughly seeks out the delicate line of your mouth, priming it before his invasion that draws a string of quietened moans from the chasm beneath your breasts. Between them and the hardened peaks at their centres, the idle brush of silver reminds you of his name. Reminds you of whom you are bound to. 

  You whimper at the first lashing of his tongue that threatens yours in intimate combat, and with little will to fight and claim dominance, you allow him to defeat you. He is brutal in the carnage his wet muscle unleashes. Hungrier and hungrier. Closer, you pull yourself to the realm of his lap, crawling in the vice of his passionate indulgence. 

  He all but wraps you in the embrace of his arms and sweeps you up from the floor, pinning you to his hardened, muscular front with a long groan, the taste of your tongue coiling around his enough to make him delirious. Your robe falls from your shoulders and rests in the crook of your elbows, allowing your captain to ravish the nakedness of your shoulders and chest, marking your skin. He suckles, drawing dark pigments to form as a reminder of who it was that could only have you like this. 

Bucky’s quick to thrust you down on the bed. Forced at his will, you’re splayed upon your stomach and he forces your hips to arch up until the curve of your spine is perfectly at level to his liking. 

  “Are you goin’ to be a good girl for me, siren?” The question comes as a dark wave. The scent of his breath washes over you, you can smell the intoxicating flavour of lust. “Are you going to let your womb become swollen?”

  His metal hand comes to lift beneath the flesh of your smooth stomach, resting there. Ever gentle to tease, his fingers dance their way down lower, not quite gracing the needy pulse between your thighs, his cock hard and stiff against the apex of your arse, slowly he grinds up and down. 

  You give an obedient nod and a breathless sigh, “Yes, Captain…”

  He grinds further down against you, having all but ripped the robe from your body, the only barrier between your bodies is the tight confines of his dark trousers that do little to hide the body of his erected length. You shudder beneath the behemoth of his form, his heat poisonously soothing to the cooler temperature of your own. 

  His lips find the delicate, curved shell of your ear as he breezes with a husky hum, “There’s a good little siren.”

  His metal fingers prod at the sensitive mound of your aroused bud, pulling a string of pleasured hisses and whines like a musician plucking the noted hymn of his trusty instrument. His thumb rolls slowly to the rock of the ship as his other fingers toy with the moistened slit of your pussy that craves to have anything he’ll give. 

  You pant heavily, hair mused to falter in unkempt wisps that fall over your eyes. He whispers against the finery of your flesh, praising it over every inch exposed to him. His thumb now rolls harder and his metal digits push between your folds, ignoring the low whine and startled quiver of your thighs that bounce in their shaken balance, teetering over the bed’s edge only to be supported by the pillar of his waist that pummels into you roughly. 

Your eyes flutter to a close, engrossed in the motion of his fingers, the chilling kiss that smoulders the writhing waves of heat of your walls, your core now a blazing furnace that pleads for more. A filthy moan escapes you at the tugging of his expert technique, leaving him to chuckle darkly from behind. 

  “Dirty little whore, aren’t ya?” All you can do is nod in reply, wriggling in his grasp, your hips thrust down on his hand with feverish need. 

  His flesh hand punishes you with a slap, the echoing sound causes you to shriek. Frozen, he then stabilises you with his other hand that bites into the shape of your hip until he’s capable of leaving defined bruising. “You’re at my whim, Siren,” he growls hoarsely, “and you’re still serving your punishment.”

  He knows you near your orgasm. Your impatience to reach it noticeable and just when at the ridge of your climatic bliss, he withdraws his fingers from your cunt. It takes everything you have to not mewl and cry in protest. He turns you to lay on the flat of your spine, up into the glower of his piercing stare, and without so much as blinking, his flesh hand weaves to unfasten the buckle of his belt and tosses the leather strap to the floor with a metallic thunk. With a heavy knee that tips the scales, it pushes down on the mattress along your side with a muffled groan, his body hovers over you. Meanwhile, he invades your mouth with the numerous digits coated in your juices. You moan lowly at the taste that sizzles on your tongue, washing your buds with your sweet nectar. 

  With a simple rustle and tug, his pants fall loosely to gather below his strongly built waist, fabric bunching together to hold fast from falling to the floor too quickly. Free from the tight constraints now, his cock brushes over the navel of his abdomen, the long under-vein pulsing with heated pools of blood and his thick, pink tip oozing with need in the form of pebbling drops of pre-cum. Pushing his hips forward and tearing his metal fingers from your mouth, ignoring the connecting thread of saliva, he pulls your head until your lips bump plushly to his weeping head. His flesh hand traces the contour of your jawline with ghosting touch, your hair becomes ravelled tightly in the locked grip of his other.

  “Let’s see how well you sing when my cock is fucking your throat,” he says beneath a wheezing chuckle. He growls then, still humoured by his remark, “Open.”

  Your defiance to obey his command is futile. Somehow, you know this, though you believe you’ve never tried. Contact locked between your eyes, your pliant lips part and sink around his enormous girth, barely able to tolerate far before you’re already caught gagging. He laughs at your attempt to take him whole, always amused at the sighted struggle written into every inch and crevice of your face. Now that he thinks about it, it has been some time since he’s taken you down the throat, his flesh hand rolls from your jaw and down the side columns of your neck with the continuation to submerge his cock further in. Beneath his calloused fingers, your neck swells and the skin protrudes as his cock intrudes until finally, your nose brushes the dark curls of his base. 

  Your lashes are darkened and wet by the stream of tears lining the brim of your eyes, nose flaring aggressively for even a morsel of air. 

With a tilt of his chin he indicates for you to begin, his eyes warning of greater punishment if you decide otherwise. You slowly pull your head back, the stiffness of his hardened length running against the walls of your throat and mouth, covering every inch possible. As much as you can, you barely allow your teeth to tease him, fearful of what he’d do if you got any ideas with your sharp incisors. Rumbling with a pleasured groan, your captain snaps his hips sharply to sheathe himself again, much to a shattered, muffled whine coming from you. Your pace is too slow. And so, with a twist of your locks, he rolls his hips back and forth in a pace set to his liking, adoring the flow of tears streaming down your face. You continue to cough and gag, throat tightening in pulsing waves that quicken yet fade the longer you go without sufficient air. 

  “F-fuck, siren,” he groans as his head dips back, hair licking down the nape of his neck in long, dark tresses. His hips roll faster and his fingers hold tight to feel the quickened strike of his cock that surges back and forth inside you, your moans growing louder and lost in a whirlwind and blissful agony. 

  “Every drop, little Siren— sh-shit!” he thrusts harder at the filthy image of his spent spilling from the enclosure of your jaw and trickling down your neck in artistic rivers. The frantic course of his thrusts causes an obscene amount of sound to echo through the room, the slickened gargle of your hot, tiny mouth trying to accommodate his size through what little intake of air you can harvest, your cheeks flushed a bright hue of red that rivals that of the blood of his enemies. His lips part with a series of gasps and deep moans pumped from his chest, his release soon upon him. 

  “Drink— it all up– love,” he utters with a string of curses soon following his order. His grip seizes hold to the roots and your scalp burns, your discomforted whine drowned out by the flood of his seed that shoots past your tongue and straight into the bowel of your belly without restraint. His spent comes in tidal waves of hotness, unable to register his taste entirely, thick ropes of his cum paint and coat the walls of your mouth, leaving naught but a messy web of his release to coagulate once he withdraws. 

  In sight of you with your mouth full of him, he smirks, a dark and wicked thing to behold to and beneath the smouldering, glassy gaze that’s coal-like; fearsomely burning in his reverie of desire. He sighs a sound so deep it rumbles off his tongue like the fine course of a flowing river. 

  “How beautiful you are… on your knees and full of my love.”

  Love? 

  Is that what his seed is a representation of? You blink, wet and dark lashes beating damp markings against the undercurve of your eyes, he sees the surprise in your enlarged pupils.

  He cannot mean ‘love’. He is not capable of it…

  But how you wish he was. Oh, what you would give for this man to be able to love. To actually know the fine line between material treasures and true, unbridled and passionate love. Funny, how a siren wishes internally for the concept of love and to be loved, the very essence of that emotion only comes to that of the affectionate sisterhood of other sirens. A bond that envelops through both scales and soul. 

  A bond that, if severed, can have lasting impacts on the heart and mind. So much so, that a siren’s song can turn into one of longing sorrow and despair, and when that essence of love and lust is gone, there is no longer a song.

  Only the sounds of cries and shrill screams that echo in the mists, void of any emotion other than vengeance and rage. 

  He summons your attention with a sharp whistle that pierces the veil of your thoughts, ringing loud and clear in your ears. 

  “Eyes up, siren. I wanna see those eyes on me when I fuck you.” 

  Upon capturing the colour of your eyes, the casted amber glow from the candles reflecting in glittering highlights, his smirk only grows into a toothy grin that pulls the seams around his eyes to crinkle slightly. He watches with keen interest as you gulp down each swallowing of his cum, until the gaping blackness of your throat is all that remains, leaving a thin coating behind. 

  “How do I taste, little siren?”

  “G-good… Captain,” you answer, voice shaken. Broken in and slightly roughened. Something that stirs his pride greatly. His lips brush the velvety texture of your moan, memorising each stroke to memory with a drunken groan. 

  Intoxicated by the venom of his attention, you’re powerless as he leans over you, knees bent into the bed on either side of you, caging you beneath him. His hands, a mix of metal and flesh - a combination of cold and warm - follow the curvature of your jaw and sweep down your neck, following the natural dips and bends of your body. Over the linen of his loosely ruffled blouse, your hands are gentle in their tug, pulling at it. 

  Amused by your antics, Bucky leans back a moment and peels the shirt over his large shoulders, your eyes drink in the scarred field of his muscular body, the dark line of hair trailing down to the base of his cock that revives and flourishes with a heated, deep pink tint. 

  In your moment of jaw-slackened admiration, Bucky’s lips delve to the crook of your neck, nose nestling in deep to inhale your alluring scent that mingles and rubs with his own, husky growls emit from some deep chamber within him in his frenzy to claim every inch of you he can. With a pivot of his hips that move forward, he excites your weeping and desperately aching core with the enthralling length of his cock, a stone striking against stone to bring a sparking ember. 

  Your nails carve red streaks over his inked skin, muscle ripples beneath the pads of your fingers and he hisses deliciously, a sound you swallow with greed. 

  “Look at you,” he mumbles against your jaw, peppering your chin and the corner of your lips with kisses. “Taking what’s yours. You’re learning to be as black hearted as I.”

  Never has he applauded you in such a way. Not once has he rewarded this behaviour with praise and amusement. It’s always him that’s been dominant, to triumph over you. But not a moment too soon can you be lost to this idea that he wanes in his power, for his teeth sink deep between your neck and shoulder, enough to draw the bitter iron taste of your blood, you wince under the heavy pressure of his mark. “But I’ll always be the one on top.”

  “Yes, Captain,” you gasp quickly to the beat of his growl. His tongue soothes his bite before he takes one of your swollen peaks between his plush lips, tongue darting over it. Your moans are music to his ears. Granting the same treatment to the other before he turns you over, his actions rough with a grunt, he stares a moment upon the bareness of your spine, the ever-faint shimmer of softened scales reflect differing hues of greens, blues and pinks against the colour of your skin. 

  Your face brushes firmly over the furs and silks to peer past and over your shoulder, up at the darkened frame of your captain, eyes darkened and lost to the storm of his lust. 

  His large head spears teasingly at your entrance, lips quivering in anticipation and attempting to latch hold, to knock his tip within grasp. He scoffs at the pitiful display below him, your whines and broken mewls a song of your dependence on him. You’d never survive without him, he grins darkly at the thought. You rely too much on him now, stripped of everything you knew before, he holds you in the palm of his hand and at his tether. An obedient plaything.

  At the swift motion of your hips, Bucky dips back, your attempt failing miserably with an exasperated sigh. “Now, siren,” he coos, cocking a brow you barely see, you hear the infatuation that laces his tone. “I want you to beg for it. You sound so beautiful when you do.” 

  “Please,” you whimper that stifles at the reward of his tip brushing your aroused lips. You whine again, louder, “Please!” 

  The snap of his hips is quick and he thrusts hard, pushing the breath from your lungs in the form of  a breathless scream that winds you. Buried almost to his haired base within one go, he pushes what remains until his cock nestles snugly in your pulsing walls that constrict around his girth; choking in with dire need. 

  “Fuckin— hell–” he bites down into his lip with a deep hiss as he draws his hips back, only to then repeat the first slaughtering wave that penetrated you, another gust of breath pushed from your lungs. You cough, spluttering and moaning in muffled choruses when he picks up the pace, driving his cock in and out, the sound drowning your eardrums with only the backdrop of his voice threads through, you’re practically deaf to your own noises. 

  “So t-tight–” he chokes out, the impact of his thrusts increases until your body shuffles back and forth, his hands squeeze to your hips to keep you from moving across the bed from his ruthless pace. Arching himself that bit higher and angling you with him, your ears pop and ring with a scream that tears through your vocal cords, loud enough to be heard from outside the cabin, no doubt. 

  “Like that, siren? Right there, is that where— shit, where you— need me?” 

  You cry out in reply, voice barely able to form the words,   “U-uh– yes!”

  The tightness that ripples through your body and heats your skin begins to form, the weaving of your orgasm soon nearing, your only hope that he grants you it this time, you continue to appeal to him, begging him for more and more until your cunt aches from the constant pummeling of his drive. Each time your walls squeeze around him, it’s tighter than the last, a telltale that your body is ready to let go. 

  “Cap–Captain!” you gasp into the sheets with a deep, longing moan. “Please… oh, please…”

  His lips tug at the corners into a devilish grin, fingers embedding themselves to bruise your hips. “You want to cum?”

  You cannot bring yourself to answer lest you scream again and break your voice for good, he sees the intense bop of your head. 

  “Cum for me, little siren, cum on my cock,” he barks and you follow his command. Like the pulling current of the forbidden and dark maelstrom, you release yourself with a heavy and breathless moan as you cum. His own pouring of his seed follows within seconds of your own, your walls drinking every drop of him until he’s all but spent inside you. He grunts from behind, a series of laborious noises, he begins to slow his hips but doesn’t cease to a complete stop. 

  His hips roll slowly until he grinds circles, his cock still embedded deeply into your abused pussy that’s stuffed full of him and his cum, all but weeping around him in hopes of leaking out. Your skin is duly from the thin layer of sweat coating you like a second skin, your chest heaves for air after having been robbed of every single breath, but the trace of his lips brings you pause.

  He’s not done with you just yet. 

  Glasses of sand pass through hours of unrelenting torture, brought out through orgasmic bliss and pleasures and pain, all until both he and you were beyond another round. Your entire body felt broken in, shaking with nerves frazzled and your muscles tense after trying to claw your way out of his grasp - for even just a moment of reprieve - but he’d dragged you back to him from your ankles and pinned you down. 

  Left in darkness, the candles having lost their will and wick to burn,  you blink through the overhanging shroud of sleep that clings to you. Your body remains to recover and you struggle to crane yourself to even rest on your elbow and peer down at your captain. Asleep on the plane of his back, his chest rises slowly with deep inhales and breezing exhales. His metal hand lazily holds against the hind of your arse, every so often giving it a firm grip. His other hand rests on the rise of his toned stomach, the gold barely noticeable in the dark, the pearl emits a dim glow. The voices, however, sing a dying symphony that are barely heard above your breath. 

  You draw closer until you half straddle over his waist, your fingers comb over the veins of his hand and wrist, down and over his thick, strong fingers, ringing the chain loose until the necklace is held in your palms once again. You’d done all to tire him out to near completion so that he’d not be as alert as any other time. Now all you cling onto is hope that your plan is not one of failure. 

  Your nails grow from the beds and sharpen, eyes flickering between his sleeping features and the necklace, your hand hovers above him. 

  The air is thick in your lungs, tense as you scan for a place to safely gather enough blood that he won’t notice in his sleep. Your eyes and hand move down the length of his body until they reach the apex of his lower abdomen, grazing just near the trail of dark hair, your claws slash an opening. Pouring in thin, bleeding streams, you coat the pearl quickly. The pearl glows brighter now, the taste of crimson allows the white to fight through the hue of red, adorning a pinkish colour. You move to sit, balancing half way atop your captain, you next move to your palm, your sharpened fang punctures into the tender flesh of your other palm, you swallow a pained hiss. 

  With a final glance towards your sleeping captain, you’re aware there will be no going back from this. Mina’s sacrifice will not be in vain. You lay the pearl into the thin pool of blood, the pearl beats with glowing life that compares to that of the full moon, the song returning to levels now louder, revived from their near death. 

  Through the ripples of time, a white flush blinds you with a vision.

  Brightly, the sun lays high and over the ocean that moves in ever-rolling waves, the ripples form on its surface with unrest, a vast world of different shades of blue, all a-mingling together in harmony. The ocean envelops you - welcomes you - and your tail thrashes in excited beats that leave behind a fading cloud of bubbles. 

  Around you, faces greet you with fanged smiles, wistful and playful eyes that are soft in their tender gaze that hold to you. 

  Faces you find yourself remembering now, but their names evade you. 

  Breaking the ocean’s surface, the sun drowns your vision with bleeding heat, your brows scrunch but your grin is present and full. A sense of great excitement buzzes throughout your entire body, stomach alight with wonderment, you wonder… What is this feeling about?

  Then you see her and you now know. Her stature is grand and towering, she too breaks through the barrier between worlds with a hum of contentment, her features warmed in the blazing sun’s light. Her hair falls down over her shoulders in long, cascading tendrils, braided with dazzling ornaments and a variety of shells, each one a treasured gift presented, a crown forged in mystic metal shines. 

  Her eyes are giant pools of amber, a stark contrast when she resides in her kingdom below the waters and in the abyssal midnight. Eyes that are forever watchful and guarding, ever-seeing and always brimming with unfaltering love. 

  “Children,” she sings low and slowly, a note of adoration in her voice. All those of siren-kind are known as her children, but for you, you are one whose blood is annointed. From her womb, years ago, she shed tears of happiness. A child to whom she’d come to name Y/N. Daughter, and princess, of sirens. 

  Around her waist is the cycle of sirens that envelop her, circling her in their gladness to see her emerge from the depths below, every so often does she make her way to the surface, only for special occasions. Those who do not rush to swim circles around her, they gather onto the lagoon rocks. 

  “My beloved children,” again she coos soothingly with a rolling lullaby. But her eyes are sudden to sink, her smile is then to vanish as an abrupt wave of panic consumes her. Her amber eyes turn towards the horizon behind you and her form blacks out the sun, covering you in her looming shadow. 

“Submerge—!”

Screams of a thousand voices echo into the sky and ripple through the water as spiralling currents that pierce you like blades. Her body bends forward at the bombardment of fire upon her, her neck cranes forward with a reverberating cry, her pain is felt by all.

  Yet she pleads for her children to delve below, to hide beneath the blackened blue that no humans would dare to venture lest they succumb to their demise. 

  Ships break into view, bouncing on the waves as tyrants. Breakers of peace. “Mother!” you shout, a webbed hand outstretched only to turn swiftly at the ship headed straight for you. The sight of a carven lady poised at the hull’s front, adorned in a skinned pelt of a wolf upon her head, you’d recognise it anywhere. The Avenger. The ship continues at you, leaving you no choice but to dive out of the way just before her front could bruise and slay you bluntly. 

  Your vision succumbs to a flurry of bubbles and darkness, only to re-awaken above the waves, the sky now traded for night. The moon is full, clouds unable to restrain its light for long in passing and the inky black canvas is riddled with sparkling, silver gems. 

  The Avenger’s anchor is reeled in with haste, panic ensues within the form of night and battle commences between that of your kind and the species that dwells on land, that which you prey upon: Man. 

  Those of your small clustered hunting party are hunted, spears puncture through the water until they sink into flesh or fall to the trench’s deep. You swerve, turn swiftly to be missed, but some aren’t so fortunate as you. 

  You came here to hunt and your quarry is what you’ll drag to the depths. Barreling upwards, a tunnel of water sprays about you as you launch yourself airborne, high and overarching towards the helm where you’d last seen him. 

Fangs bared into a hissing scream, slitted eyes of a predator bear into the frame of a tall man with dark, long hair and your clawed hands stretch out in your attack. A voice of one of his crew yells for his attention a moment too late. His blue eyes come to find yours just as you land atop him, pinning him to the wooden railing before pushing him overboard. You have him pinned, your grasp tight on your prey that escaped you just a few moments ago in the disturbed peace of his cabin, he struggles against you. 

  You immediately begin to burrow your claws into his shoulder to fight him, teeth gnawing on his flesh and through bone, but still he fights back with waning strength and breath, eyes a pure kind of blue that outmatch the palette around his soon-to-be grave. A whirling of crimson follows him down, his weight shifts in the balance to your favour at the loss of his arm that sinks into the depths below. 

  His lips part and pockets of air come from them in large bubbles, his lids begin to close and you grant him a sweetened smile, eyes half lidded in your victory that is sudden to end at the grasp of his hand around your throat and the cutting robe of a net that encompasses you both.

  In your battle to wriggle free, his arm wraps around you as the net is dragged upwards and towards the hull. Air from the world fills your chest and the once dark sky of a starlit night is returned to day. Around you, ships blast cannon fire and the air is polluted by smoke and the overpowering, scented winds of gunpowder. 

  Those familiar faces now are lifeless, eyes dull and lifeless and staring as blood poisons the sea around them, turning into murky clouds of crimson around you. It forces you to the surface and the moment you do, a voice shouts through the fabric of slaughter, the screams of your pod an orchestra of death and torment. 

  Your head turns to the direction of your mother, who battles the fleet of ships, a brutal display of annihilation only to then be fired upon and lurch forward, the being of her wounds worsens under the attack. Her eyes find yours amidst the chaos and you begin your way to her. 

  “You must flee!” she yells, a hand stretches out for you in warning to then shield you from a dozen harpoons with a harrowing call of whistles. Tears mist your vision before a spray of more fire separates you, driving you under the water and occasionally leaping through the air momentarily to avoid getting lost in the tainted, bloody waters. 

  You dare not look back, not as smoke rides over and veils your mother, not as her cries of battle turn further into the pain she’s subjected to nor the crashing wave of her body that falters and ripples through the ocean until it shudders the earth’s core. 

  But that same ship hunts you, the carven lady with a wolf’s pelt chases you over the unending sheets of raging waves, driving you further and further away from your family, your friends; all that you held dear. The many newborns that were attending the grand ball of daylight would never come to know their second. The choir would never sing your harmonic tunes as the sun faded over the ocean’s horizon. Never would you see your mother’s loving gaze attend you or her other precious children. 

  Never again would siren society be the same, without its queen, and without its people. Launching yourself out and into harm’s way to avoid another blooded cloud, you hear his voice shout, “Alive! I want her alive!”

  Your head turns and your eyes widen at the flash of scarlet that comes towards you, rendering you unconscious. 

  Him. It’d been him all along. Him, as he now stares at you with eyes a fearsome burn of darkened blue, awake and alert to your doings. You hardly come to realise the soaking streams of tears that run down your cheeks and drip onto his stomach, each one shed in the regaining of your memory. Remembering that which was all lost to you. Taken from you. By him.

  “Y/N, my love,” he affirms with a raise of his hands, each one cupping the wet curve of your jaw between them, the ominous and often looming storm in his eyes lays distantly. He coddles you now with his affections. “Pearl… I did it all for you. Because I love you.”

  Your head bends forth to rest in the crook of his neck, chests bare and pressed together, your breaths are shallow tremors that turn into muffled chords of weeping sorrow. Come morning, scarlet will rot your knowledge and turn you blind once again. But for now, you relish in his confession whilst you ponder: does his love justify his means?

For now, you will bide your time. Live another day… and sate your everloving vengeance.

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Well, we've reached the conclusion of our tale, readers. To think this all started with a single oneshot that was meant to just be a sole piece. But some of you wanted more and thus, this au grew a little more.

I thank you all for reading this series, I'm glad that it's provided some source of entertainment for you, it's been a pleasure. You readers have a lovely time now, remember to be nice to your fellow tumblrs and give your biggest love and support for your writers!

Captain Barnes and Pearl wish you happy reading and writing, Tumblrs 💙

[ichigo-plasma]

Taking Mikoto Kayano To The Sanrio Store! (John Tags Along Too)

On The Menu: fluff, cute stuff, Orekoto is so tsundere but since Mikoto loves you he admits he kinda likes you too... or whatever..., please put ribbons in Orekoto's hair

A/N: One of Mikoto’s hobbies listed on his profile is shopping so let’s take Mikoto on a shopping date to the Sanrio store! Where do we take our boyfriends next?

A/N: Mikoto Kayano's Sanrio character is Aggretsuko and I will not have it any other way.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who gets startled when you run over to him sitting on the couch after a long day of work, excited to spend his weekend with you, and you show him your phone showing him that a new Sanrio collection is dropping. “Alright, alright, I’ll take you! Let’s get there early so you can get everything you want.”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who takes you to get bubble tea before heading to the mall. “You’ll need energy for all this shopping, right?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who chuckles softly as you practically run toward the store. “Wow, you’re really excited for this, huh?” He thinks it’s adorable.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who follows closely behind as you rush inside, looking at the sheer amount of pink and pastels everywhere. He is shocked as he says “…I have never seen this much cuteness in one place before besides in your area of our bedroom.” (and you... he thinks to himself... you are super cute...)

Boyfriend!Mikoto who lets you tug him toward the display of the new collection, nodding along as you excitedly explain each item. “Ohh, I see, I see… so this is limited edition? That means we have to get it, right?” He has been working hard at work so he has plenty of money to spoil you, his cute S/O.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who watches with amusement as you grab a My Melody plush and hug it tightly. “That one’s cute. She's cute like you. You match well.” he says as he watches you.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who isn’t super into Sanrio (he keeps up with it to know what is trending as a designer but he is so busy with work he doesn’t have time to get into it except for using the cute stationary you gifted him to use at his work desk :{{{{, someone please draw Mikoto with cute Sanrio pens and stationary reader gifted him ), so he relies on you to keep him up to date. “Wait, so this blanket resells for how much??? But it only costs $20?” He is shocked at how much some of the items resell for and he listens to you like a diligent student.

Boyfriend!Mikoto who smiles as you light up while picking out Kuromi merch. “You always go straight for her. Isn’t she the same character on that stationary that you gave me a while back?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who doesn’t pick anything up for himself (he’s a pretty minimalist guy I think he is too busy for trinkets), but if you hold up something and ask if it suits him, he’ll humor you. “A Cinnamoroll tote bag? Hmm… You think I could pull it off?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who helps move all your things to a shopping basket as your hands start to fill up. “Don’t worry, I got it. You just focus on finding what you want.”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who listens patiently as you ramble about a less popular character he’s never heard of. “Ahh, so that’s Kirimichan? It’s a salmon… erm, are you meant to want to eat him?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who tries to stay calm as the store starts getting really crowded, the bright colors and chatter making his head feel a little fuzzy. His fingers tighten slightly around the bags and he goes to a corner of the store to calm down a bit. While in the corner however, he suddenly gets a message from work telling him he’ll need to stay overtime on Monday till the last train to fix issues a client is having with their design request. God… he can’t ever catch a break… right when he was able to forget about work… why… why…!

Boyfriend!Orekoto who exhales slowly, a small smirk replacing Mikoto’s usual soft expression. He comes back over to you and you can tell he isn’t your sweet Mikoto you initially came to the store with earlier, “Wow, you really want all this cute stuff? Do we not already have enough at home?”

Boyfriend!Orekoto who feels a bit bad when you look at him pouting like a hurt kitten after that remark and he starts to feel a bit bad and worry that he might hurt your relationship with Mikoto if he makes fun of your cute hobby…. “Shit... Sorry… my bad, get mad at me for that, not him. Go ahead, I won’t get in your way babe, have fun shopping.” He sighs.

Boyfriend!Orekoto who gets flustered and tries to shove you away when you hug him but it is no use and he just accepts it… he will admit it does feel kind of good… he can kind of understand why Mikoto likes you so much... “Alright now get off of me and go enjoy that white rabbit cinnamon roll thing and yellow pudding blob.”

Boyfriend!Orekoto who stays in the corner watching you run around trying not to lash out and yell as you shove cute hairbands on his head and run away before he can stop you. “Ok! Haha very funny now hurry up and buy your things so I can get you out of here.”

Boyfriend!Orekoto who hands over Mikoto’s card at checkout like it’s his money. “Go ahead, babe. He’s been wanting to spoil you for a while now.”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who wakes up later back on your couch at your shared home with a confused look on his face, his eye twitching as he stares at the receipt in his hands. “…Babe... H-How did you buy this much?”

Boyfriend!Mikoto who looks through the bags, confused when he finds an Aggretsuko hoodie in his size. “D-Did… I pick this out? When did I do that?” (Aggretsuko fits Mikoto as a character perfectly I am sorry)

Boyfriend!Mikoto who sighs as you giggle, realizing what might have happened. “Oh no. You picked something out for him, didn’t you...?” (I headcanon that Mikoto is kinda aware of his other personality in modern AUs but not fully able to interact but as his S/O you’ve probably told him and he is happy you accept him as he was worried it’d scare you away)

Boyfriend!Mikoto who shakes his head but smiles when he sees you happily going through all your new Sanrio goodies. “…Well, as long as you got everything you wanted, I guess I don’t mind.”

[hispieceofcake]

🕸️My thoughts and feelings on Beetlejuice 🪲 (at least for a while)

I know a lot of people probably won't care but I really want to share my thoughts and talk about this character and that's what I'm going to do, There are a lot of thoughts and feelings accumulated inside my head and I need to get them out, it's a little mess but I think it will be fun to read.

I've had this on my mind for a while, which has finally become one of my biggest, if not the biggest, hyperfocuses for now and I'm going to share a little bit of it now >:)

I really didn't think I would have the courage to post this because I'm not that confident in sharing my things but I CAN'T TAKE THIS GREEN DEMON GHOST MAN OFF MY MIND😫‼️

The beginning of this happened when I was already in another hyperfocus on the character Adam from the series Hazbin hotel on Amazon(I was already a fan since the pilot on YouTube), and then a slight curiosity hit me..."Who is his voice actor?"

So I went looking for who he was and I ended up being so interested in the actor, who is Alex Brightman (I love him a lot by the way and I can't wait to go see the musical and see him in person) and also in the characters he played and voiced, and in particular one of them won my heart.😔🩷

That's exactly what you're thinking, it was Beetlejuice.

For some reason he caught my attention and over time I ended up becoming quite fond of the character, even more so when I remembered that my parents watched the character's film when I was a child, which made me even more eager to research and look for any possible bit of information on the internet that I could find.

AND YES !

I actually achieved a lot and I'm going to share it <3

Firstly, the 1988 film, which was one of the first pieces of information I found about it, after all, it was in it that the character made his debut (apart from the story of its creator Tim Burton). And I know Beetlejuice is a pervert in this movie, but I try to ignore that and try to just look at the good side of him being a good character.

Secondly, and I think this is what caught my attention the most, is the cartoon of 1989 with the same name as the character called Beetlejuice where the character acted as the protagonist alongside Lidya (In this one there's nothing about him wanting to force her to marry him like in the movie, it's just a cartoon of them having a good friendship and being best friends).

And man, the way I was happy when found out that the cartoon had 4 seasons and about 68 episodes, I was almost like that kitten TikTok meme ✨ HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ✨

Like, wow, a source of potential Gifs, icons, dividers, photos, edits, there was so much I could do that I didn't even know where to start because of all the hustle and bustle and animation I had (And of course I spent the next few weeks pestering my friends about it during class with every little bit of information I found🤓👆).

At the moment I'm trying to look for a website that has all the episodes together or just some, but so far I've only been able to find them on old DVDs. When I can find a website I will gather all the links and post them, so that more people can watch.

And one of the best parts...I FOUND A WHOLE COLLECTION OF 🩷VALENTINES' DAY CARDS🩷 and I'll probably make another post later to post all of them or at least their links, they're all official. This made me even more excited because I love all that romantic and cute aesthetic of the Valentine's Day season, hearts, red and pink decorations, heart-shaped candy boxes, love letters, Decorated store windows, stuffed animals, I just love everything (even though I don't have a valentine, and I don't want to🙃).

To give you an idea of how focused I was on this little green-haired corpse demon ghost man, everywhere I have the opportunity I make doodles or drawings of him all over the places, walls, notebooks, tests, napkins, classroom board, and in my sketchbook, in which I'm making an entire page dedicated just to him and Lidya, which maybe later I'll post too. Even more so after I managed to find several official reference sheets from the studio that designed and animated the cartoon, so now the drawings will be much better.💋

There is so much information that I managed to find that I am having to organize my thoughts because unfortunately I am very agitated and anything takes my focus easily, but as soon as I can really focus on that, it feels like I'm somewhere else.

But now talking about the Broadway musical, (which as said before has my beloved Alex Brightman as the main actor), I've always liked the idea of musicals, and even more so when his story is about my favorite character, and speaking of musicals, I REALLY WAS OBSESSED WITH THE SONG "SAY MY NAME" 😫🩷

And oh boy, I spend almost all day singing it or with it resonating in my mind, whenever I read, write, draw or do anything to do with Beetlejuice, I put on my headphones and listen this song as if it were the greatest masterpiece made in history.

AND I'M SORRY BUT I NEED TO SHARE THIS SONG WITH YOU GUYS

Leaving the character a little, and going to the actor...he is simply the SWEETEST AND CUTEST MAN I'VE EVER SEEN!!

After I discovered that he voiced the characters that I like most in the Hazbin Hotel fandom and played the character that I like so much, I developed a huge affection for him, not just for his work, but because he is so sweet, fun and funny that I can't help but love everything and everything I find about this man online.

Alex Brightman bringing the character Beetlejuice to life and voicing Adam, Fizzarolli and Sir Pentious

That's it for now ,folks, that's all I have stuck in my mind for now or at least what I can remember

I apologize if this isn't so good, I'm writing this while I'm at school at 7am after waking up at 5am while my body is sore after a presentation.

So, thank you for reading 💞

[dluebirb]

Alright, so I finally jumped on the bandwagon (for better or for worse) and redesigned the main cast of Hazbin Hotel!

Disclaimer: I am not saying that my designs are better than the ones in the show, I am just saying that this is what I would have done if I were to design the characters, plus addressing some common criticism of Vivziepop's character designs. I enjoy the show, and with that comes some artistic liberties. Proceed.

So I'm going to show each character individually, plus a brief explanation (EDIT: They were not as brief as I thought... I love these characters, so sue me!) of what I changed and why, and then a lineup at the end!! Stick with me please, I put a lot of work into these!

@theosb0rnway they are real and in decent quality this time!! Wow!!

First up, Charlie! I had no idea she was meant to be based off of a porcelain doll. I thought she was a weird hell-vampire thing ngl. Fangs, pastey skin, you get it. The only thing the doll thing had going for it was the cheek marks, and I though that was a design choice for blush, like Mabel in Gravity Falls!

Porcelain dolls are really just those gen alpha tiktok influencer-level skin care routines plus dresses from two centuries ago, so I decided to go with a more puppet-leaning/mouthpiece design, plus some more goat-ish attributes, like her lil hoovsies!

Her color pallatte is brighter than the other designs because I wanted to show how she (while still utilizing the pinks and reds of hell) is the most pure-hearted of the bunch, as she's the only one who really doesn't belong in hell.

If this does well (or I want to) I might do her demon form!

VAGGIE! My girl. I love her.

So my main problem with Vaggie's current design: HER HAIR. I'm sorry, but how are the physics of that supposed to work?? Please? /gen

She also says in the show that she's "not used to fighting with long hair, and the ponytail in episode 8 doesn't really serve that purpose? At least from the viewers POV, hence the bun.

I know she's not technically a moth demon, since she's an ex-exorcist, but I wanted to lean into the imagery. She and Charlie look a little too close to human in comparison to almost anyone else, so I wanted to give her some moth-isms. And I find it more believable that she could fight like this! Ik Alastor's the hotel's protector and all, but old habits die hard n such.

Onto Angel Dust! Okay, I gotta say, I should lower his colors general brightness-

But other than that, I think I did pretty good with him!

I am probably in the minority who thought the eyes thing in episode four was pretty cool, but I wanted to make him more visibly spider-like, and eyes seemed like a good place to start.

I will admit to taking inspiration from the iron spider suit in Avengers: Infinity War for his extra arms. I was a Marvel kid, the legends are true.

Also, PINCERS! I think that's what those are called- They're only sorta there because any other way I tried ended with messing up his general face, but the thought's there!

I did forget his spider ass, but it's there in spirit, trust.

BIG OL' SHOUT OUT TO OZ FOR HELPING ME WITH THE DEER MAN'S FACE. He was giving me a TIME-

His fuck-ass bob is NO MORE. I rest my case. Also the monocle was annoying me, so he gets old lady glasses. I don't know why his shoes look like deer hooves. he's a little fucked up anatomy-wise.

I don't have much to say about him, but I loved drawing his hair. He gets to keep some of his red, because he WOULD. I also have a design of Alastor with a coat/jacket thing that's more time-period accurate, but I really liked this design, so it's what you're getting unless someone asks for it.

I also don't have a lot to say about Husk- I took away a lot more than I added if we're being real.

Hat? GONE

Weird wing design that makes my brain hurt? GONE

Eyebrows? YOU BETTER BELIEVE THEY'RE GONE

(I had a grudge against his eyebrows, leave me be-)

He's also short and fat now, so... YEAH (for a while I thought he was real short, but that was only because I kept seeing screen caps of him next to Angel, and the guy's a beanpole-)

His wings resemble the succubi in Helluva more so now, because Hazbin has a weird relationship with wings, so I wanted to make the distinction clearer than it is in canon.

His eyes glow now because have you SEEN a cat in pitch black, dead of night? Scary little assholes. (/aff, I love my cats.) He's dead and in hell, so they glow perpetually.

As with Charlie, I had no idea Niffty was supposed to be a bug. This seems to be a recurring issue.

I shifted her hair and outfit to be a lil more 1950s-accurate, but it was pretty good before, all things considered. I actually like Niffty's Canon design a lot.

In terms of making the bug-ness more pronounces, I gave her antennae (they can glow because YES) and wings. I imagine the wings are kind of like grasshopper wings, so they make a lil weird noise. I also gave her four legs, because if there's one thing I know about bugs, they have an abnormal amount of appendages.

The quality got CRUNCHED so click on the lineup, PLEASE-

And yeah, there are the sillies! I tried to differentiate them from the RED, but I think I overdid it-

Eh, I like them!

Send an ask or comment if you want me to do any more characters, or send me a screenshot from Hazbin and I'll redraw it with these guys! It'll also give me the chance to work on backgrounds, which I need!

I really hope you guys like these!

[astro-break]

New hypmic anime season and I'm BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN (I feel like the Martha I'm coming home sweetie audio)

Thoughts on the 1st ep of Hypmic Rhyme Anima+. Spoilers beware

New plotline lets gooooooo I like that they're straying away from the drama tracks actually, Rhyme Anima is fundamentally a different experience from the core drama tracks which gives new material for both new and old fans OP is an actual banger, Ramuda's verse is the best fight me all you want but you know i'm right Nemu!! uh spoiler chara for anyone new to the anime I guess? Like they spoil her right at the introduction and iirc they didn't really build off her mystery in the first season. Makes her impact here a bit weaker but I'm willing to let it slide since some might not catch it (Post Editing Astro here: I haven't rewatched Rhyme Anima since it finished airing and uh. Nemu definitely was a plot point there lol they dropped it after ep 11 but she was there!) Jyushi my son I love you so much you idiot I love the little stingers for each team that they did for each team, its so cute and gives so much personality The visuals have definitely improved, a big step above the last season in terms of animation i don't see an improvement with story writing though… Pacing is still all over the place and very squished/fast paced makes sense since the cast has grown by a quarter since last season but still makes me sad that there isn't much time given to each character individually I forgot how much I love the localization of Doppomine Okay so Pink hair and Green hair in the flashback are most definitely the two in the white cloaks. Theres just no subtly with this series lmaoooo Nice that they were able to incorporate everyone somehow but too many people means that too many parts to handle I'm getting deja vu, this exact same thing happened last season…. Oh. Its the same guy. Makes sense lmfao Listen bud I have minimal rap experience but that rap was just embarrassing wow. No rhyme or flow, there was only straight passion which i mean props I guess but you suck ass Look at me being so smart and predicting all of these ahead of time without looking at any materials Did Rio just contact Jyuto with his hypmic???? Samatoki have I ever said that I love your for being a bullheaded idiot? bc I do. you're so silly Damn the typography has gotten even better, its just a lot more smooth and the animation too especially during Jiro's part is just so stylish The animation has improved a lot I'm glad it got a little more love compared to last season My guess is that maybe someone from the six divisions will fall under the anger thingy that's going around, something like the stage show. My biggest guess is that they might re-incite the Samatoki and Ichiro conflict again but I hope not. Another guess is that there will be old MCD or Naughty Busters beef which seems more plausible given that this is Sasara and Kuko's anime debut but I guess we'll wait and see THE OUTFITS!!! THE STUPID OUTFITS I LOVE THEM the art style of the ED is super pop punk and has a strong sense of style which i love. its simple but stands out really well which i love Very jjk but more toned down. Feels a bit like a cleaned up croquis drawings the smear frames is just so stylish and good, very simple and a bit messy and sells the gesture drawing kind of feel of the ED Ramuda's parrot costume i love you Those hand signs just make the first letter of each word which is really fun. Not proper JSL though I guess beggars can't be choosers esp for a series like this

Overall, a really strong start. It shows how it built off the first season and where it improved and while some things (like the horrid pacing) never change, at the end of the day its still a fun and delightful watch

If anyone wanted to read my thoughts on the first season, they're all archived here

[mauannacreates]

Hi this is the June edition of flufftober by @flufftober. I did a mix of both the pride and normal bingo and I also tried to incorporate every single one of those bingo pieces in, even though I may not of?

Anyways, this month, I decided to do it a bit differently. And it's not just for the long word count that I did. It's because of it being based in a different environment than I'm used to with these characters. I think they call it alternate universes? Well, I'm basically doing my characters based on a school environment, which is not how it usually goes, so I'm not going to ramble on about this any longer, let's get started.

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Wow, it’s finally June. And this month is special… And, it’s not just Pride month. It is a cool month, and I placed the rainbow badge on my white shirt after my mum dropped me off at school and when she wasn’t looking. Cause the last time I wore a rainbow… well, let’s say she wasn’t that pleased. Walking on the pavement through the gates, with a big present tied into a green bow on my hand, my heart flutters as the thoughts of the person I wanted to give it to comes through my mind. Could I perhaps try to find them before class, or maybe hide the soft present in my locker before recess where I can bring it out later to look for them…?

“Lulu…!” I jerk behind me, and they had came. The scent of aroma flows past as I twists towards the pink fox standing taller, and the fact that I could only reach up to their muzzle. Their ears bounces as their neat pink fur shows through their flowy green hair, reaching to their shoulders. And they’re… Jules gives a smile, that it made my heart skip a beat, And their eyes, staring from my face to down across my body. The leaves flowing through the cold breeze, they glimpse back up towards my face. “Nice badge.” My face heats up, jerking my head away from them. 

“Thanks…” I mumble. “I just put it on… I didn’t want to put it on beforehand, in case…” My throat crunches shut. I can’t just say to them how bad my mother is. But, their mouth curves slightly. 

“So, they’re not as accepting?” I gives the smallest bob, that feels like bricks I can’t even shake to. But Jules gives a small smile, with their mouth curving slightly. “That’s understandable.” 

“I mean, my mum’s strong on her opinions! But… Uhh… I’ve got to show my support somehow.”       

“I’m proud of the support Lulu.” My heart, oh gosh… They didn’t mind it…? Uhhh… 

“Here,” I say, extending the present I held towards Jules. “Since it’s your birthday soon, I got you a gift.” 

“A gift…!” Jules say, laughing. “No, it’s ok Lucie, you don’t need to get me anything-”

“It’s ok Jules.” I reply back, and their smile falls, their eyes glance at her, still looking as they grasp the present and flickers down towards it. They twist towards the table nearby and sit on the table. I sit across from them. Jules tears the paper with a quizzical look. But when there is a sign of black fabric, their mouth twitches to a tight curve. And throw their head towards the table as they laugh.

“Oh my god!?” They glimpse back at me. “A dress…?” Oh… Did I choose something wrong? But with how the corner of Jules’ mouth perks up and the touch of their hand on my arm makes my fur stand on its ends. “It’s ok Lulu. I love it.” They actually do…? And with their eyes crinkling up to their teeth showing… She couldn’t help but look down. 

“Thanks…”

“You welcome.” I lay my head low for a while longer. Paper shuffles as the fabric comes off the table… But, they mustn’t be looking. So, I flicker up, and they had held the black dress towards them,  with a slight smile on their face. She couldn’t help but smile back at how happy they look, until they flip the dress through their head and it went through them… The flaps of the dress goes down their knees in spikes, with fabric overlaying each other. And there is a bit of a gap between their body… Jules’ smile withers.” It seems a bit too big…” But then their muzzle flings towards with a weird smile creeping up their lips, and their eyes glimmering. “I got an idea. Follow me Lulu.” 

They fling the dress on their arm as they picked up the scrunched up paper and throw it in the bin. Then they start walking. I start to follow, going through the pavement floors and up the stairs into a room, when a ringing sound goes throughout the school. I twist to Jules, my brows. “The bell…! We might have to-” 

“Lucie, it’s ok. Let me assure you, you’ll be fine.” And their arm wraps around me, and my tail couldn’t help but shift as they glance down towards me. “Sometimes, the teachers they’re… Not that helpful, there wouldn’t be much point in taking a lesson from them.” 

I twist back… Maybe my mother might… then I shake my head. No, even if she did, there wouldn’t be any point in going to those lessons. Either being yelled at by the teacher or falling to sleep because of their lessons. There’s no point, and maybe… My mum wouldn’t know either. I shake my head as I allow them to lead me deeper into the school rooms. 

It has been a while since Jules opened the door to a classroom -- the textile room to be precise. There’s a table of sewing machines on the side of the room. Then in the center, there’s some mannequin wearing a white dress. Lucie couldn’t help but stare at it as Jules goes and sits down on the sewing machine and slides the thread into the needle. And now, they have the dress placed into it, and they are sewing the dress up. They said they were tightening the dress, and they even offered me to do it a bit. I did try, but… Uh, let’s just say that they squealed as they said I was doing it the wrong way. Part of me felt bothered, but Jules was laughing as they said it was ok to me. It somehow helped. 

They unpicked some of the hemmings off and twist towards Lucie. 

“There’s a certain way and a certain space to go and sew the dress.” Jules says, clipping the footer back onto the sewing machine. Then the needle starts to move, gliding up and down as the dress shifts more towards them. It’s captivating to see how focused Jules is as they look at the dress coming towards them. And their hands laying flat on the fabric. That is… Until the door’s knob starts to twist! I swift my head towards the ajar door as someone orange comes in. 

“Jules, I get you love your sewing but shouldn’t you be in…” The orange bear trails off, his cerulean eyes narrows towards me, I couldn’t help but tense up at how his ear twitches slightly as the needle throbs continues… “Of all the people you could bring to ditch class with you, it had to be Lucie?”  But then it slows down to a stop. 

The room tremors to a jittery vibe as Jules shifts their muzzle towards the well-putted bear’s direction, and the corner of Jules’ mouth twitches. “Yeah. You jealous?” 

“No,” He scoffs. “I am not-” 

“Then why would Mister School Councilor Braedon want to pry here of all places, hmm?” Their feet taps on the ground as they take a quick glimpse at Lucie. “Are you, perhaps…” They pause, their eyes turning towards Braedon, but with the subtle big smile on their face… What are they planning…!?  “Interested in seeing more of my sewing skills like you usually do?” 

“What…!? No!” Braedon says, but his face starts to tint red. “I usually crochet here too, Jules. It has nothing to do with your sewing skills.” 

“Sure.” They say. I would think that they’d go and continue sewing, but instead, they’d interlace their fingers together as they stare at Braedon. 

“So… What are you doing here Braedon?” I ask. 

“Trying to get Jules out of trouble.” he gives a smirk back and looks a bit too amused. Considering that Jules jerks off the chair to a stand. 

“No Mister Councilor…! I am not in any trouble!” Jules says, giving a slight laugh. “And what about you? How’s your cause of trouble?” Braedon’s brow perks up, “You’re not wearing any rainbow today.”

“And?” 

“Why not?” 

“Because. I can always celebrate Pride month without the festivities of the rainbow.” Braedon says.  

“Yeah, true true…” They say with a slight smile on their face. But wait… I could have always celebrated Pride month without the hassle of putting the badge? But then, the hassle was kinda worth it, right…? “Oh wait! I have an idea!” Jules says as they had gotten the black dress and ran towards Braedon, interlocking their hands around his body to see how it’d fit. “Let’s make our own fashion parade! You can wear this dress and-” Braedon breaks the hold around Jules and they fling their arms back with the black dress and groans.

“No Jules, you can wear that dress.” Braedon says as he twists his muzzle towards me, “Luce did give you the dress afterall.” My face started to heat up. How did he know? But Braedon takes a few steps towards Jules. “And besides, the only thing I will do, is to make sure that you will get flung towards the ocean, and make sure that you’d look stunning there.” But Jules lets out a gasp. 

"No! You wouldn’t…!” 

“Try me.” He says with a smirk going across his muzzle. He actually couldn’t be serious…! I quickly bring my legs towards Braedon. 

“Wait…! You’re not going to actually throw them, are you…!?” I say, and Braedon gives a slight laugh. 

“No. They’re too cute for that.”

“Hey…! I am not cute!” Jules’s fur puffs out slightly and he snorts. 

“Yes you are Jojo.” Braedon looks a bit too pleased, even with Jules tightening their mouth to a smile with their ears twitching and eyes narrowing. “I am proud of the cheeky little gremlin you’ve become. Especially with involving Lucie with your love affairs.” 

“What…!?” I couldn’t believe what he was saying either. Love affairs!? “Brae Brae, I like people watching me with what I do, and with Lulu…” Their eyes barely glimpses at her… Her face bubbles like a kettle with the way they almost seemed… Shy. “She gave me a gift and… I really wanted to show her that I liked it…” They finish quietly and I couldn’t believe it… Was that why they wanted me to follow them? My stomach flutters like a huge gust of wind storms around my stomach. I didn’t think Jules would like the dress that much. But with a small smile tracing their lips… 

Gosh. My throat tightens. I didn’t know what to say… Or if I should say anything. 

“How nice of you.” Braedon says. “I am sure Lucie gladly appreciates that comment.” Am I really that obvious…!? But before I could say anything else, he twists towards the door. “Anyway, I’ll let you two do whatever you were doing… Admiring each other's company or something.” 

“You’re not going to stay?” Jules says, and Braedon barks a laugh.

“As Councillor, I can’t always shift duties like you two.” And his laugh quietens and Braedon flickers between Jules and I. And what’s with the jittery air? Was there something wrong…? That is until a smile stretches across Braedon’s muzzle. “Seriously, have fun. I’m not going to tell anyone.” 

“Will do.” Jules says putting their thumbs up. 

“Mhm.” I reply and Braedon gives a wave before he turns and closes the door behind him. 

And now, it is just me… and Jules. They turn, and my heart starts to churn. What is making me feel like this…!? To the way they scan from my head to my toes. But they stutter back with Jules’ eyes widening. 

“Aah, sorry Lulu. I just…” Jules bites their lips to their ears flopping down. “Let’s just…”  They stare at her for a bit longer before they suddenly twist away. “Forgive me. Let’s continue.” Jules goes towards the sewing machine and sits onto it with the dress on hand and starts to put the dress on the sewing machine and the needle weaves in and out. But… Do I even go near them…? Their brow curves as they continue to use the machine… Their tense mouth wavers a bit as they focus on the dress. The machine stops moving the needle. And the pink fox turns towards her. “You coming Lulu…? I’m not going to bite y’know.” Their lips curve as their eyes scan around my face. I give a slow nod. Taking my time to walk towards them, and their eyes seem to be glimmering… It made my legs want to freeze in place and my heart beats as if they… Admire me. That is, until Jules jerk their face away when I am close enough. A laugh wanted to come out of my lips, but I tried holding it in as I sat on the chair next to them… But the way their eyes tenses as they glance at me from the side, and with their fur tinting… Ahh, they must have noticed it.

“Sorry.” I mumbled.

“Lucie… It’s ok.” Jules gives a small smile. “Everything’s ok.”  

And a sense of calmness flows through me as I couldn’t help but smile back. Jules had continued sewing the dress. The dress shifts with Jules sitting, their body relaxed and their tail twitching.  That is until a smile spreads across their face as they shift the machine forward and back a few times before lifting the needle up and snipping it off. They take the dress and they opened the zipper from the back, and taking their old leather jacket off and flopping it onto the table. Then they ride the dress towards their shoulders and try to zip it up… Their face starts to blossom like roses. 

“So… How do I look?” Jules asks. The way their dress hangs throughout their legs to the way they stare at me with their brows curving down. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around them as their floral scent captivates me. Jules lets out a gasp, along with my heart humming to their heart beats. I glance up at them, and couldn’t help but smile as I felt myself want to come closer to them. I shift my hand to their face as I went and place a kiss on their cheek. 

“You look nice and beautiful…” I pause…  “Or should I say handsome?” Their mouth twisted. Did they actually not like that compliment? But they give a smile, a crinkled one. 

“It’s ok Lulu.” Jules says, their ebony eyes stares at me before their soft hands places on my sides! My fur starts to prick out when I could feel their lips brushes on my forehead. And with the smile that spreads throughout their muzzle, “Thanks.” Nothing wanted to come out of my throat. Not even a peep! All I could do is give a slow bob. Then a bell went. Loud and clear. We are still looking at each other… Their eyes dark enough they would probably suck me inside a hole I could barely escape in. 

“Shall we go?” Jules asks. 

“Yeah.” I say. We turned as I opened the door, and there were other people walking outside. Some are familiar, others not. I turn to Jules. “You ok?” Jules gives a nod. 

“I’m ok.” They said, just low enough that I could hear. We started walking. And as I searched around, people seem to be waving at us. I couldn’t help but smile. And then my fur starts to fluff up at the touch of someones -- Jules’ -- hands wrapped onto mine. 

And somehow, despite all the worries of giving the present to her tail quivering as Jules is walking next to her… Somehow. Everything seems to be ok. 

[queer-froggit]

the thing I hate about League is the characters' skins, but more specifically their "Special Edition" ones (as in the ones other than their classic skin).

the issue i have the most is that none of them have some form of a trademark, for lack of a better word.

like, look at this skin, and take a minute to guess who it is:

have your guess? well you're fucking wrong because this is Jinx.

yeah, that's right-- blue-haired, braids to the floor, manic pixie dream girl, Vi's sister, Jinx.

let's do another one, shall we? look at this skin, and i want you to think really hard about who this could be:

got it? whatever you said is probably wrong, this is Vi.

you see the problem here? you wouldn't have known who these skins belong to if i hadn't told you, unless you're some intense League fan who's memorized each one (also the outfits are really just bad but that's a ramble for another time.)

and you can't tell me that they do this "for the budget" or "they don't have enough artists", because not only is League one of the biggest games in the world, they have their own fycking show for crying out loud, but also because a few amount of characters actually do have a trademark.

for example, my favorite skin from Caitlyn is her "Arctic Warfare" outfit:

not only does the card look cool as fuck, along with the drawing being immaculate, but you can easily tell that's Caitlyn. i mean, look at it! she has her Piltover rifle, her hair is the same blue and straightened style, and she looks ready to go to war the way a sheriff would be willing to be in order to protect their town.

it's the same with her "Battle Academia" skin-

again, blue hair, except this time her sheriff element isn't there. why is that, you ask? because now she's a schoolgirl, she doesn't need to be keeping the peace or preparing for war, so instead they give her a prestige look. everyone in this photo is waving their flags and cheering her on, and she simply looks down at them and expects them to, because she's from Piltover.

she's literally positioned above them, and she has gold in her design just like Piltover itself is covered with, because Piltover essentially embodies prestige and privilege. and guess what? she looks amazing! i would honestly buy this skin if i played League.

because the thing is, if you ask me, being able to recgonize characters can make their skins better.

take Miss Fortune for example. even though she's kind of sexualized to hell, i think she's one of the champions who has the best skins! in all of them, her hair is flowing in the wind, she's holding her signature twin pistols, and she looks like she means business while still looking gorgeous.

and now i'm not just saying, "oh, that skin looks cool." instead, i'm thinking, "oh wow, that Miss Fortune skin really fits her style, and it looks really cool, i love it!"

so obviously, League's not going to listen to this post, and they probably won't see it in the first place. but deep down, i hope they do, because as someone who designs their own clothes, i think me (and maybe others) would enjoy champions having their own unique trademark.

my last examply is Seraphine. i love Seraphine as a character, and majority of her skins are stunning. my personal favorite would probably be her "Prestige Ocean Song" skin-

i mean, first off, it's called "Prestige Ocean Song", obviously referencing her role as a songtress, which is why the fish are drawn to her (which looks adorable!). the background looks wonderful, the design and colors of her outfit are ethereal, her beautiful hair is even longer, and instead of pink it's an almost strawberry blonde that fades into pink, then fades into a nice purple. she almost looks like a mermaid, and it's overall just a nice skin.

but then i look at her "K/DA All Out Superstar" skin, where her hair is tied up instead of let out in all its glory. her charming, happy-go-lucky personality looks more toned down, and her signature pink and purple elements are overrided with blue. i find that i just can't say the same.

[alexiethymia]

little things about hitsuhina and ginran I love (design-wise)

how kubo really designed them to be complementary

in the manga, rangiku’s hair is golden while gin’s hair is silver. even when they changed their hair color to strawberry blonde in the anime, they also changed her eyes from blue to silver-grey

even when gin defects, you have his white arrancar outfit with the aqua-blue sash, which complements rangiku’s black shihakusho and blush-pink scarf. it’s quite striking in the colored manga.  

the snake and virgin motif between the two of them, and even hades and persephone, I mean the both of them are also virgos (seriously the fact that they have the same birthday, and they count it on the day they met, they’re such soulmates)

the association of autumn and winter with the both of them (their favorite foods are dried persimmons, and rangiku most often remembers gin with snow)

you wouldn’t normally think that they have thematic links with their zanpakuto unlike say hitsugaya and hinamori with their ice and fire elements, but the fact that gin is also associated with foxes, and haineko’s hilt looks a bit like a fox is very cute to me (EDIT: Apparently, they do have a connection with their zanpakuto! Upon the reread, it seems that Shinsou’s bankai isn’t about how long or fast it contracts, rather it turns to dust for an instant, the moment it expands and contracts. Dust and Ash, wow. I don’t know if Kubo really planned all these out, but idc, I still love these bits and pieces.)

hitsugaya and hinamori are pretty obvious - smol to her tol, cold white snow to her earthy brown, ice and fire

despite hitsugaya’s element, I often associate them with spring and summer, especially since summer is when hinamori would visit home and they’d eat watermelon together

although both hitsugaya and rukia have ice as their element, their thematic connections with their respective childhood friends differ enough.

this is best reflected in hitsugaya’s and renji’s duet about their childhood friends. renji associates himself with dirt and being a stray, while he associates rukia with purity and the cleanness of snow. he’s a howling dog who longs for the moon, and one of rukia’s most famous attacks is tsukishiro or white moon. red and white are their colors.

hitsugaya meanwhile personifies the coldness of ice, while he considers hinamori’s smile and laughter to have been a “spring breeze” which warmed him

color-names and flower-names: there’s also slight symmetry as to their names. both gin’s and hitsugaya’s (or nick)names can refer to their hair colors (silver, white) while rangiku and momo’s names refer to flowers. rangiku or chrysanthemums are supposed to represent truth, and well we all know what gin is like. meanwhile, peach blossoms are spring flowers, while toshiro has the character for ‘winter’ in his first name. plum blossoms (or the ‘ume’ in tobiume), meanwhile, also bloom in late winter and early spring

[mandowifey]

Nora, she/her, hobbies include sewing, cooking, baking, people watching and trying to control my hoe thoughts behind my cute face🤍

I'm cheating because I know a majority of characters you like. Love you cutie 💋

I assign you: Father "Paul Hill"/ John Pruitt.

Note: This is SFW, and not edited/proofed.

X x X x X x X

Ash Wednesday was a special event on Crockett island.

Folks bore their ashen crosses and funneled out of the church to partake in a sort of potluck feast. Almost everyone brought a dish, and this being your first time participating in the festivities, you did too.

You felt out of place amidst them all, your crossless forehead made you feel like an outsider looking in. As you place the tray of cookies down, you feel the sensation of someone standing near you. A gasp caught in your throat as you jump and place a hand to your chest as you turned and saw him.

Father Paul lifted both hands and smiled uncomfortably. "Sorry about that." His breath comes out in an awkward laugh, his lips stretching into a slight grin that exposed his lovely ivory teeth.

The expression tugged your heart and caused you to gawk as blood pooled in your cheeks.

"You're Y/N, right?"

He's talking to you, idiot.

"Hm! Oh, yes!" You push some loose hair behind your ear and shake your head in a smile. "Sorry, the sun must be cooking my brain."

Paul smiles again, rendering you weak in the knees.

"Tell me about it."

Quiet settles between the two of you, and your lips press into a line as you try to scrounge up a conversation topic. The Monsignor picked up on it and began to motion with his right hand towards the tray of cookies you brought.

"Kind of you to bring something." His dark eyes soften and he nods with his head in the direction of the opposite end of the table. "I'm not much of a cook, but I did provide silverware, so that counts, I hope."

That makes you laugh. "I enjoy cooking, even though I tend to lose track of time and burn things." You admitted with a soft smile. To your delight, he laughs as well.

"Well, some of us have a different calling in life. Maybe you weren't made for cooking, but for something else?" His angular brows lift inquisitively and he smiles.

Your face slowly burns a bright pink.

"M-maybe." You try to laugh and not let your brain wander anywhere inappropriate. He's a priest, for fucks sake.

After a moment, Paul turns his attention toward the crowd. The sun reflects in his eyes, brightening the normally dark pools. Some of his hair had come loose and dangled in short, curled strands over his forehead. Bright sunshine illuminates his profile as a look of deep thought crosses him.

You cannot help staring. It was useless to lie to yourself. You had been pining for Father Hill the moment you attended the first service. Something about the way he carried himself, wise beyond his years and always looking on the verge of tears.

A weepy priest.

"Well, I think I'm gonna steal one of these cookies and head back to my flock." His lips tug into a smile as his eyes fall back on you.

You freeze.

Oh no.

Mouth agape, you watch as he extends an arm and plucks a cookie off the top to carry towards his soft lips. What you see and what Paul fails to is the very burnt underside of the cookie. It wasn't intended, you simply had gotten distracted while baking and ran out of time to make anything else.

The sound of the crunch makes your heart stop beating. You stare at his face and watch the sudden upwards jerk of his brows. He hadn't been expecting that. His other hand comes up to cover his mouth as he chews. Paul makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat and you watch as he makes an effort to finish the cookie in one more bite.

Your embarrassment was palpable, and you silently wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

"Wow these are-"

"Don't. Don't say a word, please." You say as you bring a hand to cover your face.

The holy man laughs. "Not as bad as you think. It has a uniqueness that suits you." His voice was sincere.

Moving your hand, you look up at Paul and feel your cheeks burn. "Are you saying I share traits with a burnt cookie, father?"

The name slipped out and you felt your heart clench.

Paul stiffens and you watch as those heavy lids of his lower and the corner of his mouth tug. He looked like he was drawing closer to you, watching you with that onyx gaze.

That was when you notice the smudge near the corner of his mouth. "Oh! You got something, here." You tap the right corner of your mouth. It snaps him out of his trance, and his eyes immediately brighten again.

"Here?" He wipes the wrong side.

"No no, other side."

"Here?"

You laugh quietly as he misses again.

"Little to the left."

Paul swipes over his mouth, smudging it worse.

"Got it?"

Was he doing it on purpose? He was grinning at you, those shapely brows lifted, making his round eyes seem even bigger than usual.

"No, jeez, here-"

Without much forethought, you lick your thumb pad and reach up. Gently, you swipe and clear the smudge off the corner of his mouth and smile as you do. Then you realize he's locked in on your eyes.

What were you doing?

You're cupping his jaw and cleaning the corner of his mouth, except your thumb moves on its own now. You drag the pad along his soft bottom lip and watch as his pupils dilate to the size of dimes. The predatorial stare knocks your breath away. Who was this looking at you?

Paul's lips part just slightly and you realize you're still touching him. Before you could begin to apologize and withdraw, you feel the curl of his cold fingers around your wrist halting you.

He offers a smile.

"Thank you."

Then, his lips kiss the pad of your thumb and you feel a wet flick, then a gentle suck as he cleans the chocolate off your digit before releasing you.

At a loss for words, you stand in awe. Had that just happened? You can see that he's about to head off and you quickly find your voice.

"Let me make you more sometime?"

Father Hill stops and looks back at you inquisitively.

"Cookies, let me show you I know what I'm doing."

Your heart felt like a wild bird trying to escape its cage, and you wonder if he's able to hear it. Or if he could smell the arousal that had begun to build within you from the short exchange between you both.

"I'd like that." He nods, and you watch him wander back into the crowd.

Leaning against the table, you look at your thumb and then smile at yourself. What you had failed to mention to the Monsignor before was you had been distracted by the handsome priest talking to your neighbors this morning. Your eyes follow his shape as it mingled in with the townsfolk.

You promise yourself this next batch of cookies would have extra chocolate in them.

[mh-midnight-wanderer]

Wow people really like my previous post Thank you so much for likes <3

Just like a promise I made my version Monster High characters Gaia Online edition part 2

1. Abbey Bominable

I have two things in mind that I want for Abbey's design.

Snow and Fluff

I found Abominable Cutie items for fur, arms, face and little horns. her hair and clothing colors its mostly white with pink and baby blue details.

I have this headcannon that yetis uses white clothes as camouflauge. Once that Abbey enrolls at Monster High she starts adding more colours in her outfits

I added snowflake hair pin. A snow googles who act as glasses and fanny pack (tribute to MH Live Action)

2. Spectra Vondergeist

For Spectra I thought added indigo and blue in her color scheme instead just purple and black

I found this cute black veil with purple skulls, blue dress, and indigo sandals give impression of floating, black and blue bag and lock hairpin

I keep her iconic chains, her hair and gossiping nature

3. Operetta

For Operetta. I decided keep her original hairstyle buts its black and red ombre hair

While searching scars or deformity items for idea. I came across @cherryfemm post about Operetta's shouldn't wear a mask. And she is right because that whole MH premise its embrace their freak flaws. And I thought why not keep half mask and covers her perfect face. So keeps her dad iconic mask and delivers the message: you shouldn't be shame about your scars and/or deformity

What I love about Operetta is she doesn't care about her deformity. She's not insecure or shame about her appearance.

Also I give her semi-translucent skin so that keep her status as phantom

Her outfit is simple top white and black shirt, red shorts with suspenders, black and white shoes, golden spider earrings and of course her guitar

4  Toralei Stripe

Its combination of G1 and G3 Toralei. A torned black jacket with kitty face printed shirt, pink black and white stripes pants, black and pink boots heeled, and guitar

Headcanon: There's rumor that Toralei's guitar strings are made of her werecats enemies back her criminal days. In reality catguts are not made from cat intestines.

5. Robecca Steam

As for Robecca I didn't do drastic changes to G1 Robecca. I just made her hair little shorter, give her gloves, brown and gold belt and blue and golden boots.

Also I found skin mod to give her shiny robotic skin

6. Venus McFlytrap

As for Venus. I give her blue and pink hair instead green and pink. Pink and black shirt and shorts. a missing pink stocking, mismatched sneakers and black gloves useful for picking up garbage

Still rockin and saving the earth

Oh added green vines and leafy thing in her head

7. Rochelle Goyle

As for Rochelle. I decided more softer pink and lilac color palette. I give her granite skin tone and I found this dress that fits Rochelle's aesthetic.

Its quite expensive but good thing I been saving alot all these years of playing Gaia Online

Added jewelry for her head, black stockings and boots. Lastly this amazing horns and wings the tail was included and I have no idea how to remove tail

That’s pretty much it. Do you think I should made part 3 with rest characters?

Perhaps

[danyluvyou]

Reaction to taking pictures of them <3

Stranger things edition

Pairings: the boys x gender neutral reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: scenarios with the boys! Fluff, maybe a smudge of angst in there. Just sweet writing that causes you to giggle.

Disclaimer: I don’t own stranger things, or any of the characters :( just the little things I can think

Steve Harrington

“This is some pretty good stuff, you sure your mom wants to sell them?”

I nodded, and turned around to find Steve donning a pink hat with feathers. Laughing at Steve, I quickly dig through the boxes of my mothers attic and find a Polaroid. Checking it and finding leftover film, I snap a picture of Steve as he finds more curious finds.

“I really like this, it’s very pink! What’s the deal with all the pink?” He said, a pink feathered scarf around his neck. Another snap and I giggle, as he puts on some white gloves.

“Don’t I look beautiful, my dear?”

A terrible British accent as he sashays around the attic, taking more snapshots of the sweet boy.

“Wow, the fairest of them all!” I replied as Steve flipped his hair, smiling like a dork as I held the Polaroid up for another snapshot.

“Hey! Who told you can do that?”

“Myself!”

He reached for the camera and I pulled back, squealing as he chased me around the dusty attic. Finally, catching up he pulls me by the waist and grabs the camera.

“So you thought you could escape me? Silly thing, what were you doing anyways?” He said looking over the Polaroid.

“Taking pictures of my beautiful boyfriend, why?” I replied as I took the Polaroid out of his hands. Looking back up at him, smiling.

“Beautiful?”

My smile widened, “yes, beautiful.”

“I’m not….I’m not beautiful, okay? I’m handsome!”

“You can be both things; beautiful and handsome. My beautiful and handsome boy.” Placing my hands on either side of his face, caressing his cheeks. “You’re my beautiful boy, Harrington. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“You’re only saying that.”

“I mean it, my love.” Peering up, with love and adoration.

“God I love you.”

Billy Hargrove

It was the second day in a row Billy came over from his house in a hurry. Heated arguments and breaking things were another casual part of his day. I left my door unlocked as I knew he would be here again. Fumbling around with the new camera my dad gifted me, I waited. The sound of footsteps hitting the wooden boards of the stairs indicated he was here. With a loud bang, the door slammed and Billy threw himself on my bed.

“Hey, did it happen again?” I asked knowing the answer to my question as he propped himself up.

“I’m getting tired of it, this time I didn’t do anything wrong. I looked at him the wrong way, and he started shit again. I hate this fucking town.”

“Come over here.” I cooed as Billy willingly crawled over and laid his head on my lap. Running my fingers through his curls, I hummed. It was normal for this to happen, and I was used to easing his nerves. Once Billy let down his heavily guarded persona, he wasn’t that bad of a person.

“You don’t mean it.”

“Yes I do. California was perfect, then I had to move to this shit hole of a town and everything went to hell.” He said, anger rising in him. I sighed and lightly pulled my hands away from his hair.

“How about we change the subject? My parents just gifted me this, and I want to know how well it takes pictures. You don’t mind if I try it out on you?” I asked, showing him the camera as it gleamed through my window.

“I don’t feel like being your model for the day, find something else.” Pulling out the oldest trick in the book, I gave him the puppy dog eyes and he finally broke. He sat up and just stared. “What do you want me to do?”

“Act normal, pretend like I’m not even here.”

“Yeah sure, like there’s a camera in my face.” He grunted and I smacked him lightly on the arm.

“Be serious, and stop mean mugging the camera.”

He huffed a “fine” and he looked at the wall, relaxing a bit. Clicking a button, the camera snapped a picture and I smiled.

“See not so bad?”

“Yeah yeah, are we done now?”

“Not until I say so.” I said, tilting my head to the side, smiling.

He rolled his eyes and deadpanned the camera.

“Handsome.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” I asked, concentrating on focusing the camera on him. He looked heavenly, as the bright sun from the window enveloped him. A halo surrounded him and he looked like he came straight out of a movie.

“No reason.”

“You’re handsome and you know it. Where did my confident Billy go?”

He groaned and slowly started to smile.

“What did I say? Handsome.”

Fighting back a smile, and utterly failing he broke out in a wider grin. The sound of a click indicated I took the picture and Billy crawled forward.

“That’s enough! I think it’s time I take some of you, beautiful.”

“Hey! Don’t call me that!”

“I can call you whatever I want.”

Eddie Munson

“Smile!”

“Cheese!” Eddie pulled the biggest grin as he whipped around the trees.

Every time I got a new film, Eddie would take me out to Lovers Lake to photograph the animals. He always told me he enjoyed walking out every once in a while-if it was with me.

“You’re going to waste your film on me, take pictures of that deer over there.” Eddie shook his head, his hair flowing effortlessly.

“I don’t think I’m ‘wasting’ film if I’m taking pictures of a pretty boy. Besides, I already have enough pictures of deers, trees, mushrooms and even the lake!” I said stumbling over a branch. Noticing this, Eddie ran over and caught me.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to carry you out of here.”

“I don’t mind.”

“But I do.” He said as we stood still, and I went limp. Eddie immediately went into panic mode and I laughed as he held my dead weight.

“Don’t do that! That’s not funny!” His voice falling into a higher octave.

“It’s funny to me!”

He pouted and jutted his lip out. I smiled and with one hand, held his face. My thumb lovingly rubbing his cheek as he sighed.

“What a pretty boy.”

“I’m not pretty. You’re pretty.” He said, arm wrapping my waist and the other hand placed above mine.

“You’re prettier.”

“You’re prettier-er.”

“That’s not a real word.” I replied as he scoffed. “I think not.”

He swayed, still holding me close, humming his favorite tune.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Nope, you’re beautiful.” Countering back, as he kissed my hand.

“You’re handsome.”

“That I’ll take.” Dipping me down, he kissed my hand again all the way up to my arm. Sneaking small pecks all over my face as I continued to glow.

“My beautiful, pretty, handsome boy.”

“Keep talking, I’ll give you more.” Peppering me more with kisses, here and there.

“Can I take more pictures of you?”

“Don’t you have enough?”

“Never.” I said slowly pulling myself away from him. He smiled as he leaned against a tree.

“How do you want this? Like this?” He flexed, turned around and held an air guitar. Trying many different poses, which in turn continued to make me laugh.

“How about you act like yourself big guy.”

Eddie walked towards me, stuck his tongue out. I held my camera up and snapped a picture.

“For every picture you take, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“So, if I take a hundred, I’ll get a hundred kisses?”

“Only if you pay for that much film.” Eddie thought about it and nodded.

“You know, I want a candid picture. One where you’re shy. I don’t have one like that.”

“How do you get that?” He asked, walking towards me.

“I love you my sweet boy.”

Bright red and stopped dead in his tracks. With one snap, I captured a deer in the headlights. Eddie blinked in utter confusion.

“I got it.” I smiled as Eddie blinked again.

“You little vixen!” He yelled and ran towards me, wrapping me in his grip.

“I love you Munson! I love you so so much!” I yelped as he attacked me with kisses. “Wait- you only took three pictures!”

“These are my kisses!”

“No- stop! That tickles!”

“I’m never letting you go now, sweetheart. Not now, not ever!”

Jonathan Byers

The Byers home was oddly quiet for a Friday, especially in the morning. The smell of eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove as Jonathan made breakfast for me and Will. Joyce was out on a date for the weekend, and decided it was best to leave Jonathan as the main command.

“If you could be a color, what would it be?”

“I think all colors are great, I couldn’t choose just one.” Will said as he finished his drawing and passed it to me, as I did likewise.

“What’s your favorite day of the week?”

“Tuesdays.”

I nodded and added mushrooms to the forest that Will drew before.

“If you could choose to sleep in or stay up all night, what would you do?”

“Stay up all night to play dnd.” Will passed me my drawing back and put his hand over my eyes. I did the same, and we held up our drawings. A snap and bright light flashed as Jonathan took a picture of the moments unfolding. Will and I giggled as we took our hands off of eachothers eyes as we saw our masterpieces.

Will’s mixed drawing contained a magical forest, in the middle, were me and him. As “Will the wise” and the mysterious dragon slayer. My drawing contained him, Jonathan, Joyce and I putting a puzzle together. Jonathan smiled as he called Will over to the dinner table.

“You’ve got to come over more often.” He said, wrapping an arm around my waist as Will ate his breakfast.

“You know I can’t, the animal shelter needs a helper with all the animals running loose in Hawkins.” I said, patting down the collar of his brown collared shirt.

“I should take a few pictures of it, maybe I can get my bosses to write an article about the shelter. You can have more volunteers and I can have more time with you.”

“That sounds like a great idea. But your bosses are jerks and I doubt they would even consider that.” I said, pecking his cheek as Will came over to hand me his drawing and grabbed mine to hang on the fridge.

“I’m going to Mike’s if that’s okay.” Said Will as Jonathan hesitated, I rubbed his back in soft circles.

“Only if you’re back before nine.” Jonathan said, Will nodding as he grabbed his jacket, wallet, flashlight and walkie talkie. With that he left and shut the door behind as Jonathan sighed.

“He’ll be okay, love.” Kissing his cheek once again, and parting from him to grab Will’s dirty dishes.

“I can do that.” Grabbing the dishes from my hand and washing them himself, I took the time to grab Jonathan’s camera.

I snuck up behind him and took a picture, the shutter signaling the picture being taken.

“Stop. Don’t do that.”

“Why not? Afraid I’m going to break it?” I taunted as Jonathan finished the dishes, he turned around.

“No, I don’t like my picture being taken. Now put that down before I wipe my dirty wet hands on you”. I made a fake gagging sound as I put his camera down. Jonathan wiped his hands and walked over to me, letting his eyes linger on my face.

“Have I told you how lucky I am to have met you?”

“Countless times.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, silently grabbing the camera placed beside him.

“Put it down.”

I shook my head no, and angled the camera. “What is it called when you take your own picture?” I asked Jonathan, unhappy at my actions.

“Well it’s of yourself, so I’m guessing a self-ie? Selfie?”

I took a picture as I stuck my tongue out, the flash burning my eyes as Jonathan snatched his camera out of my hands.

“I need to hide this before you get a hold of it again.”

“Why don’t you let me take pictures of you?” I whined, Jonathan was still unhappy .

“I told you already, I don’t like my picture being taken.”

“Well you should at least take a picture or two of you. How can I have one if you don’t let me take one of you?”

He sighed, and pondered for a bit. “Only if you let me choose what movie we’re watching tonight.”

“Is that all?“ I asked as he nodded, reluctantly handing me the camera.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, propping his chin on his hand while leaning on the kitchen table.

“Exactly that. Now just look casually.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” He said as he looked away.”

“How about, you look at me then. Look at me the way I look at you.” He looked back at me and his eyes softened, filled with love.

Snapping two pictures quickly, Jonathan perks up and strides over to me. Already taking the camera out of my hands, he crashed his lips onto mine. Pulling away from a short kiss, he shied away.

“That’s the last time you’re using my camera.”

“Why? You looked great!”

“I don’t like my pictures.” He mumbled as I caressed his face.

“I think you’re absolutely gorgeous Jonathan Byers. Don’t ever change that.” I said, pecking his lips, a rosy red tinting his face.

“Stop it!”

I smiled and Jonathan picked me up, spinning me around.

“You’re gonna be the death of me!”

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Hi guys- this is my first time writing something like this and I hope you enjoy it! Yes it was speed wrote, but I delivered it <3 if you enjoyed this and would like more? I don’t mind :)

(P.S I also tried to make them as long and equally written for each character. I’m sorry if some had more or less- I’ll do my best next time)