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sovksluv · 27 days

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seven minutes in hell

𖤐 . pairing - fratboy!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

𖤐 . summary - a stupid game of spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven gone… wrong?

𖤐 . content includes - smut MDNI🔞, bad interpretations of frat parties/boys

𖤐 . word count - 1014

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7

𖤐 . a/n - i randomly got this idea and was very motivated idk why. anyways, hope you enjoy !!

“you are so. mph~ infuriating,” you struggled out.

he chuckled, speeding up his erratic movements, forcefully slamming your body into the wall with each thrust.

“yeah, keep saying that like my dick- fuuck~ like my fuckin’ dick isn’t in ya’ right now,” Luke teased, slowing his movements to add to the annoyance, protruding a half whimper-groan from you.

he scoffed, a dumb smirk on his face as his hips resumed their work, thrusting his fat cock into you even faster — desperate to finish you both off before the timer finished.

his sudden pounding forced a choked moan from you, panic flooding your eyes. Luke’s smirk widened, he motioned to one of your hands with his head.

you took the sign, gratefully covering your mouth the second his calloused fingertips met your clit, which erupted yet another squeak from you.

he practically had you bent in half against the closet wall, the tight space not leaving much room for the two of you.

you were at some stupid frat party — which you did not want to go to. your friend Silena insisted you needed some time out, and just about dragged you to said party.

with a few drinks in, you were grumbling as she dragged you to a cliché game of seven minutes in heaven, consisting of a circle of other students all drunk or high or both.

despite your tipsy state, you recognized a few people;

Charles Beckendorf — aka Silena’s never-ending crush that is too sweet for his own good.

Clarisse La Rue — aka the girl that typically wouldn’t be caught dead anywhere near a frat house, yet here she was.

Chris Rodriguez — aka the lame douchebag with hopeful heart eyes towards our dear Clarisse, and who also happens to be best friends with the boy that’s pounding your pussy into oblivion.

of course, the second it’s your turn to spin the bottle, it lands on probably the worst person in the group — Luke Castellan.

thank the Gods that the blaring lights of the party hid the blush on your cheeks, with a little help from the annoyed groan that left your mouth.

Silena giggled into her red solo cup, pushing you to stand up next to Luke, who was already standing, a smirk on his stupid face.

and that’s how you got here — folded in half against the closet wall, knees by your face and calves hanging over his shoulders, desperately screaming into your hand as Luke drilled his cock into you.

the fact that you got in this position during a seven minute game should’ve been on your mind, but the feeling of his cock head poking around your cunt had your eyes rolling back, head empty.

you wrapped your other arm around his neck, bringing him closer to you. uncovering your mouth and wrapping your other arm around him, your lips were close — but not touching.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling his warm breath as he pounded you, his own groans only fueling your arousal.

your eye trailed up, left hand coming up to knock away his stupid backwards cap, fingers immediately running through his curls, pulling and scratching at them.

he almost whimpered, lips trailing around your collarbone, moving up with kisses and leaving marks in his path.

“w-why do you we-ar that stupid c-cap?” you stuttered out, moaning breathlessly as his lips ceased their attack.

he chuckled again at you, hips stuttering and eyes fluttering. “will you shut up? m’ trying to fuck you.”

you moaned out, head falling back against the wall, his cock and fingers together draw you closer to the edge.

warmth spills and spreads through your bodies, feeling the effect of both your orgasms hitting at the same time.

you forced Luke’s head to yours, shoving your lips on his as you moaned in each other's mouths, sloppy and wet kisses following his slowing thrusts.

Luke carefully let you down, a hand on your waist to keep you up right. he hastily pulled up his jeans, putting himself away as he helped you redress.

you kept your arms around his neck as he pulled your panties up, fixing your dress and your hair.

face flushed, you watch as he bent down to get his cap, instead placing it backwards on your head, laughing at your annoyance.

moving to take it off, he gently grabbed your wrist.

“keep it.”

you raised your eyebrows but listened, lowering your hand. you went to speak again but were interrupted by a knock at the closet door.

in frantic movements, Luke had you shoved against the wall, breathing heavily as his head was turned towards the door, his tall frame blocking you from being seen if it were to open.

“seven minutes are up!” shouted Chris through the door, rustling could be heard from the other side as he moved away the chair that locked it. “you guys can come out now!”

Luke turned towards you, using his finger tips to tilt your chin up. with his fingers still touching you, he slightly bent down to capture your lips again in a searing kiss.

when he pulled away you were left almost breathless as he took your hand, opening the door and leading the two of you out.

whistling was heard from the game circle as you guys exited the smaller space. instead of going back to your spot next to Silena, Luke pulled your sore body down with him, sitting you right on his lap.

you made eye contact with Silena, who raised her eyebrows with a knowing smirk on her face.

everyone in the group knew what you had done in the closet, the stumbling of your walk, flushed face, and Luke’s stupid cap on your head hinted at it.

also the fact that you were sitting on his lap, head on his shoulder with his arms around your middle and his hickeys littered on your neck.

no one said anything though, they all just smirked into their own cups, continuing to play the game.

you still hated frat parties though. just maybe not this one.

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oopwoop · 9 months

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Barbie Movie W/ The Spider-verse Kids

pairings: e!42! & e!1610! Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy

warnings: none that i can think of??

BIRTHDAY POST! I saw the Barbie movie for my bday today and had to post something.. it’s been a bit since I have so sorry about that.. enjoy!

e!1610 Miles Morales

more than willing to go see it with you. was downright excited when you asked him to see it with you. when he was younger he definitely played with Barbies with his mom. and in the comics he eventually has a little sister so he totally plays with her too.

pays for everything. uses the money he’s saved up to take you on dates. he wants you to have a good time

definitely cries. doesn’t have to go through the struggles the movie represents but still sympathizes. we love him 🫶

wears pink without you even asking. it’s a movie about Barbie, of course you need to wear pink!

fav song from the movie is Journey To The Real World by Tame Impala

e!42! Miles Morales

very reluctant to see it. claims it’ll just be a movie for little kids. little did he know…

now that you convinced him to go, don’t expect him to wear pink for it. you must be pulling his leg if you think he’s going to wear any sort of pink. yeah.. you got him to wear pink.

you bet your ass he paid for every single thing though. the theatre had cute Barbie cups? he’s getting you one. omg, they have cookies? getting you as many as you want. all of it. you want it, it’s yours.

definitely teared up but refused to admit it. you ask and he’s making up a lie on the spot. yet you know he did

Barbie World by Nicki & Ice Spice ft. Aqua is his song (no one is telling me otherwise)

Pavitr Prabhakar

more excited than you fr. he’s been waiting for this moment since the movie was announced. literally bouncing off walls just waiting

came all decked on in a Barbie themed outfit, it’s not even funny. he’s totally rocking it though

making this the best date of your life fr. you both are super excited, him even more so, so he’s gonna do whatever he can to have a good time.

cried like a baby fs. not ashamed of it either. tears were streaming down his face when the movie ended, face puffy and red. no lie about it.

vibes with Speed Drive by Charli XCX (fav song from the movie)

Gwen Stacy

wanted to see Oppenheimer over Barbie. but she’s willing to see Barbie and then go see Oppenheimer. she’s excited for it, yeah, but not jumping out of her seat for it or anything.

definitely making it a barbieheimer date. she’s gonna wear a pink shirt with a leather jacket, no doubt.

i feel like she’d tear up a bit but no tears would fall. if you ask she wouldn’t deny it but would be very nonchalant about it.

idk why but i just see her much more excited and wanting to see Oppenheimer

i feel like she like Billie Eilish so probably enjoyed What Was I Made For? she teared up when it came on (honestly me too)

Hobie Brown

surprisingly but not surprisingly is the one who said y’all should go. was definitely more excited for Barbie than Oppenheimer. refuses to step foot into a showing of that.

will definitely wear pink. it may not match his whole punk ‘aesthetic’ but he doesn’t believe in consistency. “but pink is a girl color”, nope! he doesn’t listen to that load of bull. colors are just colors, plus he’s always changing colors so what’s it matter to him. he himself turns pink sometimes.

begrudgingly pays for tickets but will not pay for snacks. sneaks them in fs.

doesn’t really cry but does sympathize with what the movie portrays.

doesn’t really have a favorite, though he enjoys most of the songs. he finds I’m Just Ken by Ryan Gosling funny though.

#Spotify #across the spiderverse #miles morales #fanfic #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #barbie #barbenheimer #barbie movie

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billzoned · 4 months

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dream praising female reader while fucking her? 👀

tysm for the request <3 and im SOSO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, i literally got this request SO long ago but i couldnt bring myself to write it. also sorry if the format's wonky, its my first time writing fully on pc...

ps. sorry it's so short, i couldnt think of much to write for it and idk why. no aftercare written, but im js imagining him running a bath for her afterwards and telling her how good she was for him:((

NOT BETA READ ! NSFW UNDER CUT

it was a longshot; he didn't know if you would be fully into it at first- but it just slipped out, and it went farther than he would have expected.

"god, you're such a good girl f'me. taking my cock so well." he muttered whilst biting your shoulder as an attempt to keep himself grounded as he fucks into you from behind, hearing your moans and mewls. he groans as he feels your cunt flutter around him, an obvious reaction to the way he started praising you all of the sudden.

he was almost surprised, but he took advantage of the new knowledge. "you like it when i call you a good girl, yeah? praising you like the good little slut you are?" he teases. "yes- yes! i do- i- do!! fuuck-!" you manage to make out the response shakily; you were practically fucked dumb in dream's arms.

as dream was consistently praising and degrading you, it felt like hours had gone by; you could barely even make a sound other than moans anymore. it wasn't until dream reached his free hand down to rub your clit that you were brought back to reality. the small bundle of nerves had a dull ache from how many times you've come, but it didn't stop him from making you release over and over. you moan at the unexpected friction coming from dream's fingers, as you feel the oh so familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, begging for release.

"please- fuck- pleasepleaseplease-! c-can i cum, please i need'a cum.." you beg, your voice getting higher pitched as you get closer and closer to impending release. dream slows his fingers on your clit for a moment, almost contemplating if he should let you cum, or make you wait. but, he decided to be nice this time as he speeds up his fingers once again. "you wanna cum, yeah? then cum, now. cum on my cock like a good girl." all you saw was white as the coil in your stomach snapped abruptly, just mere moments after he finished his sentence. he finished as soon as he felt your walls tighten around him, filling you with his own cum.

ty for reading!! and again, i apologize for how long it took me to get this out. requests are officially, fully open!!

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spectersgirl · 6 months

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Hey everyone! This wasn't anything anyone asked for yet again, and idk what made me decide to write this but I just wanted to put a hugeeeee disclaimer and TW for SA. If you are sensitive to this topic, it's the entire basis for this fic (a situation is described but not in detail) so I suggest you skip this one and take care of yourself.

*incredibly personal anecdote* Admittedly, this was incredibly cathartic to write, as I directly based this on something I experienced and still work through every single day, with a lot of details changed. If you are also a victim of SA, I'm sorry. It was not your fault, and you couldn't have known they would do what they did to you, no matter the relationship you shared prior. All of that being said, if you do choose to read this, I hope you get something out of it.

Darkness

Harvey Specter x Reader

The way you felt when you walked into the lobby of Pearson Specter Litt only to be greeted by sight of the man directly responsible for the greatest source of trauma in your life, Dylan, felt nearly as horrific as when it all happened. You froze in place, unable to move or speak as you watched him shake hands with someone you didn’t recognize. It felt like the earth was moving in slow motion as you stood there, unable to move or breathe or think. You watched him walk with the other man he was talking to, totally oblivious to your presence a mere 15 feet away. You stared blankly ahead, your heart rate rising and jumped when a hand touched your shoulder gently.

"Hey woah, Y/N are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost?"

You looked up at the source of the voice and the hand on your shoulder. It was Mike Ross, who was undoubtedly there to retrieve you so you could sign some final paperwork in regards to the lawsuit your company had just won thanks to Mike's hard work. You owned a small clothing company based in Brooklyn and one of your designs had been completely ripped off by a larger brand, but the suit was far from on your mind at that moment.

"I- I need a minute" You said hurriedly, rushing to the nearest bathroom.

You stood in the mirror, clammy hands and white knuckles shakily gripping the edge of the counter as you attempted to collect yourself. Your breathing was ragged and the room was spinning. You closed your eyes, doing everything you could to make the panic stop. You felt a little angry at yourself for the way your body reacted to seeing him, but you’d deal with that later. Finally, your breathing started to return to normal, heart rate slowing to a more reasonable speed.

You knew you'd have to explain what had happened to at least Mike, and probably anyone else that saw you run. You had never kept secrets from each other, but this was something you were too ashamed of to tell even Mike. You knew logically that you had nothing to be ashamed of, you knew it wasn't your fault that this happened to you, but that little voice of doubt in the back of your head screamed that you should've turned around and left.

Mike and you had been friends since childhood, keeping in touch consistently even through the busyness of life. He was one of your closest friends. You'd been to the PSL offices many times, becoming close with all of Mike's colleagues, and even custom-designing some dresses for Donna and suits for Harvey, the two people you'd grown the closest to in the time Mike had worked at PSL. Donna had become one of your best friends in the city since moving to Manhattan only a couple of years back, and you and Harvey had recently crossed the threshold of more-than-friends and were now in the stage where you pretty much spent every night together at either your apartment or his condo. Mike knew about your budding relationship with Harvey and although he pouted for a while, he eventually got over it, stating that as long as nobody got hurt, he was fine with it.

The bathroom door opening jolted you from your thoughts, and you looked up with petrified eyes at Donna. Her face had concern written all over it as she walked cautiously to you, saying nothing as she held her arms out. You accepted the gesture graciously and hugged her as if your life depended on it. She had no idea what you had been through either, nobody but you and the man from earlier did, but she knew that something was terribly wrong.

"What happened, Y/N?" She asked as she sat down with you on the small ottoman that sat in the corner of the room. "Mike told me you freaked out and ran in here, he wanted to help but..." She trailed off, gesturing at the women's restroom.

You sighed, looking down at the floor and attempting to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach.

"I've never told anyone this..." You started quietly, looking up at Donna finally. She nodded encouragingly, placing a hand on your back.

"When I was 19 and in college, I met this guy. We hit it off and became friends, we had a couple of classes together and studied together and eventually, I grew to sort of like him. One night, he and his roommate had a party that I went to, and I started drinking like everyone else. He just kept filling my cup for me and before I knew it, I was hammered. I didn't know it then but he was pretty much sober. He told me he wanted to talk somewhere quietly and he took me to his bedroom, and I was so drunk that I didn't realize what was happening before he took my top off and... he had me doing things I never would've done if I was sober. Not yet with him, at least. It ruined me for a really long time. I still think about it, wondering if I should’ve done things differently. I had liked him so much before, that I didn't understand that everything that happened was assault. He got me wasted so he could take advantage of me. He never talked to me again and avoided me in classes the rest of our time at that school, and I haven't seen him in years until just now when I saw him in the lobby. I had a panic attack. I used to get them a lot after it happened but they don’t really happen anymore. I just really hope they don’t start coming up again, that darkness is something I never want to feel again.”

By the end of your story, there were tears pouring down your cheeks. Donna handed you a tissue which you took gratefully. When you finally looked back up from your lap, there were tears in Donna's eyes. She wasn’t able to find the words for how horrible she felt for you, and how angry she was at this guy for doing something like that.

“Y/N I… I am so sorry you went through that. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better right now?”

You thought for a moment, feeling a weight come off your shoulders as you realized how good it felt to unload the burden of this memory for the first time. You shook your head.

“No, but we can leave the bathroom. I think I’m feeling a little better” You responded, hearing the tiredness in your voice.

Donna smiled sadly, standing and holding a hand out to help you up.

She walked with you back to her desk, and your head stayed on a swivel, watching for any sign of him.

Donna clicked around on her computer screen once you reached her desk, and looked back up at you after a moment.

“Harvey won’t be back from his meeting for another hour or so and I know you’re exhausted from all of that so if you want, you can take a little power nap on his couch, I'm sure he won't mind. You don’t have to but, I just want you feeling better.”

You could’ve cried at how much she truly cared. You nodded weakly.

“That would be really nice, thank you Donna.”

“Of course honey, go right in.”

It took you all of about 20 seconds to fall into a deep sleep once you laid down.

Harvey returned to the office, stopping at Donna's desk when he noticed you passed out on his couch.

"Uh, what's up with Y/N?" He asked the redhead, who stood and walked to an empty conference room, waving him in with her. She closed the door and spoke quietly, not wanting anyone to hear.

"Something happened and I'm sure she would want to tell this story herself, but it's something you should know." Donna started, bracing herself to tell the abridged version of what you'd told her only an hour ago.

By the time she finished telling Harvey what she knew, the anger was emanating off of his being. His fists were clenched and his jaw sat in a tight line.

"Who's the guy and who was he meeting with? I'm gonna go pay him a visit."

"Harvey you can't just go talk to him, he doesn't even know she's here-"

"Talk to him?! Please, I'm gonna fucking lay him out!"

"Please, just let her talk to you and if that's what she wants, then do that. I know you care about her and I know you want to protect her, but do that how she wants you to. Don't make this worse for her."

Harvey sighed, frustrated that he couldn't go throw the dude through the window right then and there, but he begrudgingly understood what Donna was saying. As much as he wanted to put this guy in the dirt, this wasn't his fight to fight unless you asked him to, and he would do anything you asked.

He quietly entered his office, busying himself with paperwork and anything else that he could find to be both productive and quiet as he periodically looked up, watching you peacefully sleep.

You woke eventually, you had no idea how long he let you sleep but you were certain it was longer than the hour you were expecting.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Harvey greeted with a smile, but you could see the fear in his eyes. He could fool others with his poker face, but not you.

You said nothing but held your arms out, beckoning him to you. You knew he had to have asked Donna what happened, based on the look on his face. He stood and walked to the couch to join you. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you in a way that felt like your pieces were fusing back together. His warm hands rubbed up and down your back, softly kissing the top of your head before pulling back and speaking.

"Y/N, Donna told me what happened, I know you probably would've wanted to tell me yourself but she thought I needed to know. I am so angry that something like that ever could've happened to you, especially when you were so young. I want you to know that if there's anything you want me to do to this guy, I'm gonna find a way to do it."

Tears fell from your eyes yet again, and Harvey wiped them away gently with his thumbs.

"Thank you. You don't have to do anything, just being here with me is more than I could've asked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, about him, it just felt... embarrassing. I didn't want to burden you. I don't want you to have to constantly look over your shoulder just because of me."

Harvey took a deep breath before he took your hands in his, looking into your eyes with passion pooling in his own before he spoke again.

"Y/N, you could never be a burden to me, okay? I would go to the ends of the earth and back to make sure you’re safe. The idea that I couldn't protect you from everything you've gone through because of that asshole makes me weak in the knees, it makes me feel sick. From here on out, if someone’s making you uncomfortable, if you feel unsafe, anything... You can always call me. You can come to me. I will never let you feel that way again, that’s a promise.”

Tears flowed from your eyes both from the mental toll the last few hours had taken on you and at Harvey's words. He's never spoken so passionately, so candidly with you before.

You felt your hands trembling even as he held them tightly, despite him trying his best to soothe you. You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to collect yourself.

"For not being the guy who comforts people, you sure are good at it." you said with a slight grin. "Thank you. For everything."

Harvey smiled, glad that you were feeling okay enough in that moment to make a joke. He opened his mouth to say something, but got interrupted by a tapping on the glass door of his office.

"Y/N, hey! I came to find you earlier but you were asleep. Are you okay? What happened? Donna wouldn't tell me anything, she just said you should tell me?" Mike asked frantically, clearly still worried about you.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Donna was right, this is something I should tell you myself. I should've told you a long time ago." You started, waving him inside so you could tell him everything.

Mike and Harvey listened intently, and you saw both of them physically stiffen and get angrier the more you told them, despite Harvey having already heard from Donna. Harvey had poured himself a drink, and by the looks of it, a very strong one. He paced the floor as he listened, presumably to expel some of his energy on something other than finding the guy and putting his fist through his face.

"God, I wish you would've told me back then, I would've beat the shit out of him. But I understand why you didn't. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I hate that he did that to you, but I'm so proud of you for being so strong all this time. I just wish you didn't do it alone."

"Thanks Mike. I was just felt so much shame, that I didn't tell anyone. I couldn't."

"I know. It's okay, I'm glad you told me. I'm sure Harvey already offered but if there's anything I can do..."

You nodded, telling him you'd let him know.

"Ok, I'm gonna head out but call if you need anything?"

"I will, thank you Mike. You're a good friend."

He smiled before giving you a hug and leaving, giving a firm nod to Harvey on his way out, the two men's silent way of communicating their mutual agreement to watch out for you.

Harvey decided to take the rest of the afternoon off to be with you, despite your insistence that he had a shit ton of work to do and that you were feeling better.

"Honey, you are the most important thing to me right now. This'll all still be here in the morning.”

You smiled softly at the nickname.

“Right now, if you want to that is, I'm going to take you back to my place and we can sit by the fireplace with a glass of wine and talk for a while, and I'll run you a hot bath and you can just relax while I cook us dinner."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him softly.

“That sounds perfect.”

#harvey specter #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter suits #suits fics #harveyspecter #suits

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chubs-deuce · 22 days

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Hi!! Love your artwork and your Charlastor AU with Dawn!!

I was wondering if you think Alastor would make any dawn-themed dad jokes and puns in your AU, and if he does, what would Dawn and Charlie think of them? I can’t really think of any off the top of my head right now, but I know ‘a brand new dawn’ is a phrase he could maybe use!

Again, love your art!!! If you don’t mind answering questions about it, do you have any advice for artists who want to improve their drawing or any practices that have helped you develop your skills? And are there any particular artists that really inspire you?

You’re one of my favorite artists and I don’t know how to explain it but your drawings have so much life in them!! 🌟

sdlksdflkj thank you so much omg!!!

I'm so glad you're enjoying them ;W;

And he would be insufferable with them lmfaoo, especially because I'm sure Charlie would hop in on a few of them and add to the pile as well xD

One more I can think of rn is "Oh, I was wondering where the sun went!" whenever Dawn enters a room, because the implied punchline is "but then it Dawned on me" or something? XD idk I'm not good with puns sadly

Now regarding the art advice!! This one got HELLA long so I'll hide it under a cut for everyone's comfort lmao

I know it sounds shallow and like worthless advice, but a huge huuuuge part of getting better at art is to just... make art! Practice makes perfect - it develops your motor skills, gives you somewhat of a muscle memory for certain basic shapes that are a necessity to have a good feel of for good foundation sketching.

Practice also develops your eye for compositing and for how color theory actually applies in practice, it basically helps you develop a more consistent grasp on art as a whole :D

There are some things I've learned over time that definitely helped speed things up though xD

here's some rough sketches I did just to demonstrate what my rougher drawings can look like - also a little diagram (on the right side of the image) of things I keep in mind for the average proportions of a human body!

I tend to sketch very loosely and try to capture the overall vibe and silhouette/rough shapes first before I even think about adding details - there's a certain flow, squish and stretch to everything that's just much easier for me to get a good feel for when I use quick, loose brush strokes and as few lines as possible to convey a concept.

Repeatedly sketching humanoid characters of various shapes, builds and sizes for years genuinely helped enormously in getting not only faster but also more consistent with it!

I'm fairly well practiced with hands and expressions especially at this point since I like to focus on those in my art often, so those come fairly easily to me as well now!

Something I learned along the way about keeping a certain liveliness to my artworks is that sometimes you have to forego anatomical correctness a bit if you want to fully express specific emotions - if you try too hard to keep everything perfectly proportional and realistic, it can make the outcome look stiffer than you might've aimed for - this is something I actually struggle with in my cleaner artworks :'D The ones I do proper lineart for, since a lot of the flow of the original sketch gets lost in the process haha

As for artists/artstyles that inspire me...

There's @/southpauz for example!

Her artstyle is unbelievably expressive and her eye for compositing and her use of shapes is SUBLIME - it inspired me to let loose more with my expressions, exaggerate features a bit more and to push the way I try to vary facial features :D

Then, back when I had that massive Rise of the TMNT phase, the artstyle of it has actually greatly influenced how I draw today!

It manages to be detailed and highly recognizable despite its deceivingly simple style - it exaggerates shapes and uses it to communicate personalities, emotions and action super effectively and taught me a lot about utilizing those more efficiently myself :D

And last but not least Ishida Sui - the mangaka behind Tokyo Ghoul (which used to be a highschool obsession of mine)

His striking use of colors, textures in abstract, yet symbolically heavy ways and his courage to be rough and expressive rather than looking polished, yet also having such a solid understanding of realism blew me the fuck away as a teen and still does now!!!

His art may have less of an influence on my style today than it used to back then, but I think in my more exagerrated, more horror-esque drawings you can kind of see it still :'D Either way I greatly admire him as both a writer and artist.

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I'm genuinely so so flattered that you enjoy what I do enough to give me such high praise, thank you so much for writing me such a wonderful ask <3 I'm glad I got to gush about some of my favorite artists/artstyles for a bit haha

If you have any more specific (digital) art related questions don't hesitate to reach out!! I love giving pointers about a subject I'm so passionate about, we don't gatekeep helpful information in this house!!! <3<3<3

#chubs answers #charlastor fankid #chubs ocs #dawn morningstar #art inspiration #art tips

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jordankennedy · 6 months

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idk why i even bothered doing the poll i knew i was gonna draw them both. minor biology and culture lore under the cut

melanie - merpeople of the slaughter kingdom are obligate carnivores with a diet consisting of around 70% meat. they are very fast and strong, with lean muscles and streamlined bodies, built for speed and combat in warm, shallow waters. their magic song can compel others to violence, if correctly executed. they tend not to concern themselves with overly complex garments and their fashion is mostly centered around jewelery, usually constructed out of human detritus salvaged from shipwrecks. piercings are done with nails, grenade pins serving as hoops and hexagonal nuts or washers as gauges. melanie prefers silver and brass jewelery, and keeps her claws long for combat and aesthetic purposes.

annabelle - merpeople of the web kingdom are one of only two to occasionally eat other merpeople, although they usually prefer humans. they're somewhat analogous to the classical siren, though their magic song can only influence the wills of others, not actually make them see things that aren't there. they look very similar to humans, and as habitual surface dwellers often sport flashy or extravagant colors to help attract prey. annabelle is somewhat unique in that she doesn't distrust humans offhand, and in fact has fostered friendships with several of them. the stuff tangled in her hair is a clump of nylon fishing wire.

#my art #mer au #melanie #annabelle #not maintagging. i feel cringe #nudity #neither of them are based off actual fish btw i didn't feel up to that #copying the natural patterns and shit is harddd #also i wanted to use certain colors

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grahambaham · 3 months

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I just found out that there are people out there who believe Jason Todd beats Cassandra Cain in a fight... What??? I am aware that there was a comic where he got good hits in but it was very obvious and even outright said that Cass wasn't even trying to win, let alone hurt him, by Dick. Also, if they're thinking about that one time Jason fought Bruce, Dick and Cass all at once and won, you have got to be aware of how ridiculous that was. Like, Jason, as much as I love him, is the worst fighter out of them. Still a damn good one, but compared to them, just no.

Like, Dick, the weakest fighter out of that trio has more than fifteen years of experience of vigilantism. AT LEAST, the timeline's weird so I don't know exactly how much. He's trained with Batman for around a decade, was such a good fighter that he caught Deathstroke's eye and has trained with him for a bit and many more dangerous people.

Bruce, depending on how old he is and when exactly he started training idk but I assume it was late teens or early adulthood, has AT THE VERY LEAST twenty years of training and experience, most probably more. Has trained with people all over the world, INCLUDING the League and has beat Jason without THAT much difficulty before. Post mortem Jason I mean.

Cass, if we count her as around eighteen, has fucking eighteen years of training, with David Cain and many other people he brought in for her to fight against, grown trained killers. Her training was the most brutal out of all three of them. Cain has literally shot her out of nowhere and then forced her to fight him right after to, and I quote, "keep her on her toes". It's been said by Batman, Deathstroke and probably other people that she could beat Batman in a fight. And people like to say that Bruce only said that cause he's self deprecating and that's honestly so insulting to him. He's hard on himself and has shit self worth over things like his parenting, failing to save people etc, but he is an intelligent man who knows his strength and his weaknesses very well and over OR under estimating himself would've gotten him killed years ago. CASSANDRA CAIN'S ABILITY TO READ PEOPLE'S BODY LANGUAGE IS SO INSANE THAT SHE'S BEEN ASSUMED TO BE META HUMAN BECAUSE HER SPEED WAS SO FUCKING INSANE IT WAS DEEMED IMPOSSIBLE FOR HER TO BE HUMAN. This one guy said and I quote, "Her individual moves are borderline human. It is her aggregate speed that's metahuman. Humans can throw a 100 miles per-hour fastball, smash concrete with their heads, and run 4.2 forties. What they can't do is all of that at once. It's not so much physical as... as mentally impossible. Too much to coordinate." Her ability, trained into her not just gained, is so fucking op these people have no idea how it's humanly possible. The only advantage my boy Jason's got are his guns and the fact Cass can't physically stomach killing people. Cass without that hatred of killing dog walks Jason, even without it actually. In the Batgirl volume 1, after she loses her ability to read body language (she gets it back later ofc) she gets hit and is then in shock because no one has managed to land a single fucking hit on her since she was six. She proceeds to beat the shit out of people easily and thinks to herself "I'm fighting like a child. Pathetic", as she barely holds herself back from accidentally crushing skulls.

Cass has been very much nerfed in the newer comics for plot's sake or because the writer doesn't know her character well, or most probably because they want to put a certain character on a pedestal. They've done it all the time and you can't honestly call yourself a fan if you actually think Jason, even with the pit rage and the guns and hatred that makes him willing to kill, would be capable of even beating Nightwing unless he's having a really bad day, let alone all three of them.

Point of this all is: Cass rocks and DC sucks ass at being consistent and actually paying attention to the characters they write. They actually made Cass a villain in one. She found out she had a sister, murdered her and a bunch of other people for no reason, found out Deathstroke had brainwashed her or something and then killed him. Which btw, she killed Deathstroke. Bro's a hell of a challenge for the Bat and she killed him. Still think Jason, or Dick or Bruce could beat her? An argument could be made for Bruce but even then they're AT LEAST on equal footing, though I think Cass would still win. Would be a hell of a fight and Cass would get some nasty ass possibly fatal injuries but she'd still beat him in my humble and accurate opinion.

Okay I'm done now. Longest rant yet. Had a lot of feelings about this particular topic, sorry.

#dc comics #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #rant #ramblings #deathstroke #david cain #red hood #nightwing #batman #batgirl #orphan #black bat #dcu

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kilda · 5 months

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how to make a xiao notice you 101-part two (headcanons for a xiao x gn! reader)

author's notes: heyy! this is the second post I'm making..I did NOT expect the first one to get so many notes...WHEDJNW *author malfunctioning noises* anyways, I still have exams up-and-coming, but oh well. lowercase is intended!

stuff: some fluff, some slight pining from the reader, mentions of a injury, idk anything else

word count: around 750, i’m pretty sure. i can’t force myself to recount-

extra stuff: this may be the last part, but who knows? i do have exams to study for, but we don't care about the fact that they'll determine whether i live or not while i'm still working on this (i should do fine on them anyways, lol. i'm at the top of my class anyways). and as always, enjoy reading!

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when you very reluctantly woke up the next day, the first thought on your groggy mind was the fine, muscular adeptus.

you (very slowly) managed to get out of your precious, comfy bed and began to get ready for the new day ahead of you.

after you finished, you ate a light breakfast with the adeptus still on your mind. you left the house making sure the door was locked and then set off on your way to get and complete your daily commissions.

once you arrived at the guild, kathleen warmly greeted you with a quick 'good morning, how are you on this fine day?' and then proceeded to tell you your commissions for the day, not letting you respond.

you deadpanned at her, not exactly sure why she would ask you the question if she wasn't going to let you respond, but you shrugged it off. it was typical of kathleen in the mornings, anyways.

after you received a piece of paper with kathleen's neat handwriting stating your commissions for the day on it, you muttered a quick but audible 'alright thanks, i'll see you later, kathleen' to her, you quickly scanned your paper.

you had four commissions today; they were overall fairly easy. you decided to go get the lady in springvale some apples first, since that one was the closest and the perfect way to warm up for the rest of the day.

you finish up the rest of your commissions fairly quickly; in just around 3 or 4 hours, you had so far cleared out a hilichurl camp, gave some apples to a nice lady that owned a bakery that gave you some of her delicious apple pie as her way of saying thanks, and caught a teen’s horse that had apparently ran away. pretty good. you just had one more commission to do before you could go take a break; and that was to clear out another hilichurl camp that was in liyue.

the commission looked pretty hard, since the person who requested it said that they had seen around 10 hilichurls, 2 abyss mages, and 2 mitachurls there. you seriously thought about not doing it and doing a different one instead, but the amount of mora the person was willing to pay for the camp near their house to be cleared was quite a lot- 30,000 mora, to be specific.

and so, since you needed the money to pay off some old bills and you could go shopping later, you decided to accept the commission. i mean, why not? you’re getting paid a good deal for a fight and a around 6 mile walk.

after you fought with the thoughts in your head, you got up to find the trail to liyue.

once you found the trail, you hiked on it for a while until you arrived at the place.

safe to say, by the time you had finished hiking, you were completely exhausted like crap.

however, you still needed to fight a whole dang army, so you took a quick break and ate a quick lunch consisting of a sandwich, water, and a granola bar.

after you finished up, you got back into finding the camp. the paper said that the camp was supposed to be in dihua marsh.

you marched on into dihua marsh and looked around like a madman for the camp.

you did find it!…after an hour of intense running, searching, gliding, jumping, and speed walking when you ran out of breath.

turns out, it was in the middle of the island. you being you decided to search on the sides of the island…

well, whatever. you’ve found the camp now.

you quietly sneaked up on the camp and then threw a grenade into the centre of the camp. (to make this a lot easier, let’s just pretend grenades existed)

the grenade simply went boom, exploded half of the hilichurls, and alerted the rest that an enemy was near.

half of the camp was on fire and more than half of the mob, too.

you then charged in and started slashing, deflecting, and jabbing at the mob like a pro well, you were a pro anyways, but oh well.

you were so focused on blocking and attacking the ones in front of you that you forgot that you’d don’t have eyes on the back of your head..

simply put, you got stabbed in the back.

you groaned in pain, and then you suddenly remembered about the pretty adeptus, xiao.

you called out his name in a whisper, since it kinda hurt to talk at the moment.

he very much poofed out in front of you like the first time and then noticed the amount of monsters around y’all.

xiao just took his primordial jade winged spear out and just killed them in under 2 minutes, not even breaking a sweat.

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a/n: i’m sorry i left y’all like that on this one..i promised myself i’d post a post today and my mom wanted me to get back to studying…but I’ll post edit this tomorrow and add onto it. thanks for reading!

#foryou #foryoupage #fyp #fypシ #genshin impact #genshin #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #xiao #fypツ #fypage #tumblr fyp #fyp2023 #x reader #gn reader #reader insert

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the-owl-tree · 9 months

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pbelase talk more abt mlp the idea of actually delving into stuff like what u posted is so interesting to me. sits with my chin in my hands and kicking my feet like we're at a sleepover. if u ever wanna infodump I'm Here

giggling twirling my hair and then taking out a massive binder of thoughts i've had since 2012

idk if you mean my thoughts on magic as a whole or on starlight but ur getting BOTH. big warning, i'm going to take this neon cartoon very seriously.

magic in g4 is wildly overpowered and there's this huge underlying inequality between the pegasi and earth ponies compared to the unicorns - which is reinforced in how the show portrays class, wealth, and nobility. The upperclass Canterlot consists mostly of unicorns, and nobility that hasn't earned their status and instead inherited it (Duke Blueblood). honestly, you could make the case that the unicorn's old role of raising the sun and moon (and therefor the crops) allowed them to maintain control over the earth ponies. In the few earth ponies we do see in Canterlot, they're mainly put in typically lower class associated physical intensive labor work. Notably, we see a group of earth ponies striking in one episode, implying that unions exist in order to prevent exploitation of these groups (notably, fancy pants speaks negatively about them because they're delaying a swan thing, a superfluous ceremony that is purely for fun and not at all necessary).

But back to magic! magic TRUMPS the other ponies' abilities. we see it can turn back time, control weather, give ponies super speed and strength, help them FLY?? anything a pegasi or earth can do, a unicorn with enough magic and training could arguably come in and do (perhaps even better than them!). When i used the example of the bakery in canterlot, i was drawing from the show. there's a scene where Starlight is able to ice a cake in seconds and Mrs. Cake asks if she's trying to put her out of business to which...yeah! could an earth pony be able to match that level of output in a unicorn dominated city? sure, someone brought up the idea of artisanal goods, but could that really compete with fast well crafted baked goods that take a fraction of the time an earth pony product would take? the answer is no. the artisanal goods would be the exception, not the norm.

Unicorns in general have a huge advantage in coordination, we see that they dominate the arts scene. They're capable of doing precise stitching for clothing, something that a pegasus or an earth pony would need to do by mouth and wouldn't be able to match the fine motor skills that magic can do. An earth pony can only sew by mouth, a unicorn without any magical training can sew multiple at once. They're at a huge disadvantage comparatively!

That leads us to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, just unicorns. Earth ponies and pegasi are completely blocked out from attending a prestige academy headed by the queen of Equestria herself on the basis that they can't do magic. We know that Celestia uses the school to scope out proteges...but that means only unicorns are considered.

now this is where Starlight comes in and look. listen. i love a good hypocritical villain but if you want to claim that she has a point in the show, ur wrong. Cutie marks don't automatically make you good at something, they don't disqualify you from other talents, and they definitely aren't limited to talents (some are personality traits!). Most importantly, they're what makes you feel fulfilled and happy. Starlight's ideology is flawed and in the show, this is how it's portrayed, and that's good.

But gotdamn. her backstory suuuuuucckkss. you can't write your friend a letter? can't be a penpal? come on starlight try a little harder. I mean they hardly stay unequal, writer's pet- i mean starlight can little outpower an alicorn princess.

so like. if you want her to have a point, she should've been an earth pony against magic. Starburst goes to an academy she's barred from tending, letters that she has to write are cumbersome and difficult because she has to do it by mouth, a lot of her labor options are limited by her capabilities - i mean come on! listen to me people, the enemy isn't cutie marks, the enemy of g4 inequality is magic.

#deer rambles #this was so fun to write ty for letting me dump my thoughts #dont @ me about pegasi or earth ponies having powers too #because the show literally shows that unicorns can match that too if they want #im not proofreading any of this if something doesnt make sense u have to just believe in me

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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♡ "under the lights tonight, you turned around, and you stole my heart with just one look, when I saw your face, I fell in love, it took a minute girl to steal my heart tonight."

♡ character: roy harper / arsenal

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / roy harper content <333 i could make a part two if interested but idk, it's all up to yall if you guys wanted to read it.

"there goes the diva herself!" jason said as he saw you coming into view. you smiled, giving your adopted siblings a smug look as you held up your college diploma. you waved it around, making sure they all saw it, "god, she's acting like one too," damian said with annoyance.

you went to your siblings who were all waiting for you after your commencement ceremony with your dad and the friends you invited. dick was the first one who went in for the hug as he told you words of encouragement. dick pushed damian to at least give you the gift everyone had pitched in to give you.

"we know how much you wanted this so we all pitched in, mostly bruce's doing, and got it for you," they dropped a tiny box in your hands as bruce pushed you to the private parking lot of Gotham University. you gave your siblings a half confused look but as soon as you opened the box your mouth dropped, "you didn't!" you yelled looking at them in surprise.

you clicked on the clicker and heard a beep from a few rows down. you instantly kicked your heels off and saw your car. the car you had been dreaming of since you were a kid. you opened the door seeing the interior the way you always wanted it. red and black lining everywhere as your name was engraved on the steering wheel.

"oh i'm so driving this to the party," you yelled as damian immediately yelled dibs on the passenger seat making dick groan. you opened the passenger for damian as duke and steph called the backseats, "see you in a few, we need to make a few stops before we get to the venue. stop at the house if you need to change into anything. i know you and steph were shopping for evening attire," bruce said. you nodded as you immediately started the engine and squealing at the sound of it.

"if this was her reaction of the car imagine her reaction for the trip you planned," dick murmured to bruce.

you and damian immediately looked to steph and duke who could feel the menacing attitudes you got all of sudden. damian immediately turned up the music as you got onto the highway, speeding way past the legal limit for gotham highways.

bruce had invited most of the league as well as a few of your friends and others to a very 'private' party to celebrate your commencement. it had been the talk of the city for weeks now as everyone said it wasn't always that a Wayne graduated from the most prestige university in all of new jersey.

your evening wear consisted of a sparking champagne-gold dress. the dress cutting off on the top of your thighs as the top showed a bit of your breasts. you knew bruce wasn't going to be very fond of it but considering that you were now a graduated woman, you weren't exactly looking for his approval; however, you did know that you were going to see some league members and considering you were the only Wayne who did not go into the vigilante business for bruce, you barely knew any of them.

as soon as you stepped out of the car, damian earlier in the day getting a lecture to 'escort' you inside for good press, hooked his arm around yours. you knew that bruce must've offered him a good deal for him to be this nice to you. you smiled at the camera's, even going as far as talking to a few reporters before heading inside of the venue. the ushers stopped you at the front of the door, whispering into their walkie-talkies that you had arrives. you heard music coming from inside as the doors opened to reveal one of the most elegant venues you had ever been to. everything matched the champagne-gold of your dress with black being the second dominant color.

"you guys are ridiculous," you said over teary eyes. bruce immediately took over damian's side and escorted you to the end of the room where your table was. it felt like your wedding and this had only been your college graduation, "everyone, ( your name )," bruce introduced to the sea of guests.

you waved at everyone knowing that you'd have to make your rounds to formally introduce yourself to bruce's colleagues, both in the league and at wayne enterprises. the main hostess offered you a glass of wine as you thanked bruce once again and you got down to start saying hello to everyone.

going to clark and lois who you were most familiar with, they immediately brought you in for a hug as they congratulated you on your accomplishment. "i suggest you head over and get your introductions done with oliver so your father can stop looking like he has a stick up his ass," clark whispered into your ear. you giggled knowing that clark was referencing this undying competition that bruce and oliver queen constantly had going with each other.

a part of you wanted to listen to clark but you greeted a few others before finally going over to the table where oliver and his family were seated at. you chugged down the rest of the wine and stood in front of the now larger oliver queen and tapped his shoulder.

"well, well, well, if it isn't the diva of the wayne family," oliver joked as he brought you in for a handshake as dinah brought you in for the millionth hug of the night. you really needed to get rid of that nickname everyone had for you, "good evening oliver, it's nice to see you again, you as well dinah," you said as she finally let you go.

you turned over expecting to greet who you assume was connor before meeting eyes with a bright red haired man, "( your name ), this is my son roy harper," oliver said as you immediately went stiff at the eye contact you had with him. he gave you a small smirk, giving you his hand, "it's a pleasure to finally meet the only girl jason can tolerate," he finally said, his face not hiding the fact that he was trying to contain his blush.

"thanks for coming and please, feel free to get anything you guys want," you said trying to shake off the overwhelming and flustered feeling you had, "oh i will," oliver murmured in sarcasm as he gained a smack from dinah. you made contact with roy once more as he gave you a wink and turning to speak to connor once more.

after you made most of your rounds, you finally sat down to eat. you had no idea what was on your plate considering you inhaled most of it before you could see. you hadn't gotten a meal in since in the morning and it was tim's idea of stopping at a dunkin before your commencement to get a donut and coffee.

the party had been going mostly according to plan. damian had gotten into a verbal argument with one of bruce's employee's which was none the surprising but you knew that once all of the uppity guests were to leave, the real party was set to begin. you had noticed throughout the night some of dick's friends had arrived.

"donna!" you screamed running to her as you tried to not trip in your heels. she immediately caught you as she brought you in for a bone crushing hug, "you look great, holy shit," she complimented as she turned you around to get a look at your outfit. you thanked her bashfully as she went over to sit next to you and dick.

donna had been your favorite and one of the few of dick's friends that you met. she was only a few years older than you and you saw her as an older sister figure whenever she was around, "you should've came to commencement, it was amazing," you said. she laughed, "i was doing stuff with wally and only just got back," she informed as she noticed a pair of eyes on the two of you.

she turned around as saw roy practically drooling over you. she immediately snapped her fingers at him, giving him a menacing look that practically read 'do not try it'. roy was the last person to listen to anything anyone said but in this case, he knew he had to tread lightly with you. there was a reason why you were given the nickname you had.

ever since bruce adopted you, shortly around the same time he did with tim, you got the reputation of being very 'high maintenance'. you hated getting dirty in the way your siblings did, you only wore designer much to bruce's unfortunate luck, and you had a particular set of friends you hung out with. the friends from the orphanage you still kept in contact with and your siblings. other than that, you hardly gave anyone the time of day.

"you keep eyeing wayne's daughter, why don't you go say hello?" dinah asked roy. he chuckled, shaking his head, "you heard oliver, she's not into guys like me," he said. oliver agreed, "she's the diva of bruce's kids. not much a difference between her and damian plus i think jason would have a huge issue with that," oliver said making dinah sigh, "you won't know if you don't try," she stated.

you were talking with donna, cass, and dick for most of the night as damian, bruce, and a few others excused themselves for night patrol. given that most of the league was at your event, there wasn't many heroes on standby for the night and bruce wasn't particularly excited to see you getting drunk as the night continued.

roy was at the bar ordering himself another drink as you made your way over to the back and opening another bottle for yourself. the action making roy laugh, "what do you drink?" you asked as you leaned over the counter, "i can make it. i spent a bit of my time in college as a bartender." roy ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks.

you opened the bottle of jack daniels and poured it into the glass making sure to pour more than enough for him, "bruce wayne's daughter a bartender? never expected that," he said. you shrugged, putting your lips on your wine glass, "i never said it was some shitty dive bar. i did it for the summer because i was bored and needed some excitement so what better way to cure that boredness than to work a bar for high end golf players," you confessed hoping he got the hint as you shot him a wink.

"ah, so you were giving them a run for their money, huh?" he asked. you smiled evilly, "usually made six grand at the end of the week, eight if i worked on the weekends," you confessed. roy's eyes widened at the amount you had said, "men will do anything if you flirt with them for the night, right?" you said jokingly.

before roy could respond, he felt someones hand hit his shoulder, "any reason why you're talking to my sister?" jason asked giving him a deadly glare. "what? is it illegal to speak to the guest of honor jaybird? i thought you'd have more trust in your best friend," he asked. you laughed as you sipped on your wine slowly, "come on jay, we're just talking! plus, i didn't know he was your friend. if i had known that, i would have made friends with him a long time ago," you said shooting roy another wink.

roy shook his head in disbelief. he had no idea jason had such a menacing little sister but he was glad he had met you.

"we were just talking about the summer i became a bartender. remember when dad thought i was stealing from customers because i was coming home with so much cash at the end of the week?" jason shook his head knowing exactly what you were talking about now, "don't remind me. he made tim investigate that you weren't actually doing that," he confessed before looking at roy in the eyes, "if i see one hand one hand of yours on hers, you're dead. understand?" jason said before leaving.

"protective," roy inquired. you rolled your eyes annoyingly, "tell me about it. jason has always been the most protective over me. he ran off three potential boyfriends in the span of a year and a half. i never fully understand how either," you explained. roy was taken back, "really? i never really took him as the protective sibling."

as you were about to sit down next to roy, you heard one of your favorite songs blasting through the speaker. beyonce's '7/11' came through the speaks as you put your drink down on the bar top and ran to grab donna to dance with. you knew with the alcohol running through your system, you were dancing a bit more sensually than usual.

roy bit his lip at the way you were dancing against donna as she was laughing at dick's disgusted reaction. you stared at roy, giving him a smirk as he rolled his eyes. he knew the game you were playing and he was all for it as long as dick took his leave for him to slip in donna's place. the way you were dancing against her made him a little flustered to say the least.

"how many drinks have you had?" she asked as she noticed the semi-drunk look on your face, "two bottles of wine? going on three considering i opened one up and left it with roy. say, do you know if he's single?" you asked. donna's eyes widened hearing what you were saying, "why do you ask?" she said a bit hesitant.

"roy's cute and i'm kinda pissed jason never brought him around," donna sighed as she looked at you dead in the eye, "listen, i never want to be the person to tell you what to do but roy's different. that's jason's best friend and he's had a complicated life to say the least. dick is also really close with him so i'd be careful if i were you." you waved her off, "if anything, he should be careful with me," you said with a sly smirk on your face.

donna knew the right thing to do was to keep you away from roy but you were a grown woman who could make her own decision. secondly, in some odd way, you and roy did look great together. her main issue was the fact that jason would kill roy if he saw you and him together. dick might give him a punch in the face but jason could potentially put roy in the hospital for even looking at you the wrong way.

you pulled yourself away from donna and met roy back at the bar. he handed you back your glass as you sat across from him, "not a dancer?" you asked. roy shook his head no, "usually not but for you i'd make the exception," he replied. you smiled as you grabbed his hand and played with it for a second, "the downstairs bathroom is empty," you whispered into his ear.

roy tightened the grasp on your hand and let you lead him to the secluded bathrooms of the venue. you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck as you smashed your lips against his. he was surprised that you were so willing to make out with him at your own party but he as not going to stop it. a part of him getting excited at the fact that you were as into him as he was with you.

"didn't think i was your type," roy whispered against your mouth as you wrapped your legs on his waist, "i assumed you were into the uppity lawyers and doctors." you rolled your eyes, "please, like they could ever fulfill what i'm looking for. i'm more into the rough and tough guys," you responded as you squeezed his bicep, "guys like you."

roy chuckled as he responded to your bicep squeeze with his hands roaming around your thighs, "jason is gonna kill us," he replied, "what he doesn't know won't kill him plus i think you can take him. my dad is who you should be worried about." roy nodded, slightly nervous at the idea of bruce kicking his ass for getting with his poster perfect daughter.

you continued your heated makeout session for a while longer before your phone went off. you looked down to the screen to see it was dick calling you to probably ask where you ran off. you shot him a quick text telling him you were in the bathroom trying to fix your dress.

"i don't want this to end," you whispered to roy as you placed your forehead against his. he sighed in agreement as he grabbed your phone and put his number in, "text me and i'll take you out," he replied as he set your down. you placed your head against his chest as you let out a whine, "all of gotham will know that you took me out if we stay in town and i want to enjoy you before jason kills you," you say.

roy shook his head as he noticed your phone going off with another one of dick's phone calls. you finally let roy go as he took you in. your lips were a plump red with all the kissing you were doing and your dress was a bit messed up from the back. he quickly zipped up the dress again and kissed your shoulder.

"you're gorgeous baby, you know that?" he asked as he continued to press kisses on your shoulder. you smiled, pulling on his red hair in response, "but you're right, i do want to enjoy you before your family rightfully takes me out for it. how about i find us a place out of gotham and we can meet there?" you instantly agreed as you gave him one final kiss on the lips before leaving before dick started a manhunt to find you.

roy watched as you walked away from him. he knew he was playing a very dangerous game by dating one of the most eligible bachelorettes in all of gotham but that's what made everything so fun. you were the one who wanted him first and he didn't mind playing along until someone inevitably cut it off. he knew it would either be jason or dick to want to stop the two of you from dating but until that happened, he didn't mind playing the little game you had going.

#dc x reader #dc #dc imagine #dc comics #dc imagines #comics #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #roy harper imagine #roy harper #arsenal x reader #arsenal imagine #speedy #jason todd #dick grayson

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randomstardustshimmerevents · 7 months

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Hello and welcome!

Erm... what the heck kind of blog is this???

@stardustshimmer (me) accidentally started these... things called Random stardustshimmer Events (or RSE's for short), where me and some mutuals just have fun and do dumb stuff through reblogs and asks. Because I didn't wanna clutter my main blog (which is dedicated to art), I decided to make a separate blog for these events to happen on.

Weird, I know, but what am I to do?

Can you give an example of what a RSE looks like?

So let's say some random person goes in my inbox and says something like, uh, idk, "I'm in your pantry. I'm gonna steal your cinnamon rolls."

This is most likely going to spiral into something extremely chaotic, like a high speed chase on horses to track down whoever stole my cinnamon rolls.

Literally anything could happen, with the power of... 🌈✨IMAGINAAAAAATION✨🌈

Sounds like fun! Could I join in on the chaos?

Why, of course you can! Interact with me and whoever's playing along! Either through asks, reblogs, or comments, depending on what we're doing.

Just be sure not to take things TOO far, alright??? We're just trying to have fun.

-⭐-⭐-⭐-⭐-

I wish I had the patient to go back and archive all our old RSE's, but that would take 1000000 years-

One more thing!

This blog can also double as an OC roleplay blog! You can either insert your OCs into RSE’s, OR just have your OCs interact with mine!

List of my current OCs:

Meladee

Caraselle

Dazzle (still a work in progress tho!)

Queen Somnia (she’s dead but you can contact her through heaven I guess-)

ZeeZee

Detective Delilah

If you want to know more about them, don’t be afraid to ask!

-⭐-⭐-⭐-⭐-

Our main cast consists of me, @chaos-squared-house, @rrabies-official, @a-casual-froakie-fan, @autisticfoxgirl333, and @karolldr1, but you could be a part of it, too!

Or observe the chaos from a distance, it's all up to you!

Anyways, intro post done. Grab your popcorn, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

#random stardustshimmer event #intro post

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ragnarssons · 1 year

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Hi! Can i send another small rant?

I still get annoyed when I think about the hypocrisy in episode 6. The way Maria judges Joel. There is no way that she didnt do anything wrong in the years before Jackson. In this world one thing is certain that being a good person doesn't save you. In this world you have to do what you can to survive. And it's easy for her to judge Joel because she now lives in the comfort of Jackson and not in the world where morality has a different meaning now. And it seems like Tommy didn't even tell Joel that he was alive and well, because in the first episode Joel and Tess were looking for a battery for a car to find Tommy. And Maria protecting Tommy by saying "Tommy just followed Joel" He is a grown adult! Joel didn't force Tommy to join the Fireflies and he sure as hell didn't force him to kill people. We can't compare the world in tlou with our world.

Oh anon, the worst part remains the whole "only people who you trust can betray you" and then dun dun duuuun! Joel did exactly that! At least that's how the writing of the show wants you to see, like they're gonna rub everyone's faces in that Maria quote: "wELL MARIA WARNED ELLIE!!" *shrugs*

And then they certainly won't have the time to delve into that, Maria and Tommy's relationship cuz *checking watch* we gotta speed through yknow, the awesome events of TLOU2 and we sure aren't gonna adress Joel's brother backstory or his relationship, huuuh! (even tho by the time of the beginning of TLOU2, and Joel's confession to Tommy, Tommy will probably be a father too... but oh will they adress that? Nooo because we gotta paint Joel AS THE BAD sElfIsh GUY- and yknow, he'll have enough on his plate, hum)

Dark!Sasuke Neil Druckmann thinks his story about revenge bad, violence bad and girls suffering is so gRoUndBrEaKiNg, what you gotta do, good writers who can maintain consistent writing and respect their characters for more than 2 seasons tops, aren't on HBO *side eyes at D&D*

The most brutal part really tho, is the fact that they literally said they don't want to steer from the source material (so the games) but even if they take idk 5 years to adapt TLOU2, there still won't be enough time for a new game to have come out (if ever). So they're literally end their show Like That. I really hope Neil Druckmann gets torn to shreds by public humiliation.

Anyway, to come back to your rant, anon: don't you get it? You're supposed to think that Maria was actually right! Because see, she threw a prophetic quote at Ellie!

(Also yes I do think how Maria was presented on 1x06 was a little too black and white for the whole setting of the show, the fact that they made her into a prosecutor being like... "i put bAd gUyS in jail" didn't help either...) (cuz rotten prosecutors don't exist *cough*) (cuz at this point she seemed so self-righteous and preachy that I was like "how the hell did she end up with Tommy??" because that's some heavy mental gymnastic you gotta do to see that man as an innocent baby dove who was just forced by his brother yknow) (I do hope they give her, and the relationship, more depths later on the show, but me thinks they'll barely care)

#anonymous #answered #tlou2 spoilers #anti tlou2

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solofanatic64 · 2 months

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TMNT 2012 OC TIME

There’s a lot of weird things that happen in the universe of Tmnt. Mutants, aliens, living fragments of space that travel the galaxies at high speeds and have the ability to grant wishes, alternate dimensions, time travel-wait what was that 3rd one? Living space fragments? What?

This is Comet

and she’s a living fragment of space that’s been floating in the earths orbit for over 18 years until she incidentally crash-landed in NYC after being pulled out of orbit. But she doesn’t know that, she woke up in a random alley way with amnesia from the crash, only remembering all of the knowledge she retained when she was in space (because of course she did, of course she doesn’t remember the most important thing about herself, why the hell would she do that).

All she knows is that she can shapeshift, she glows, she knows a whole lot of other stuff, and that 70% of the natural elements can harm/kill her. But she also about the invasion going on in NYC and the conflict happening between the Hamato Clan and the Foot Clan. And you would think that, because she knows all of the nitty gritty details behind the conflict, that she would wait for the turtles to return and join their side, right? NOPE! She joins the Foot Clan instead (idk girlie lives for violence and chaos). She doesn’t have much fighting skill besides punching, kicking, stabbing, slicing, and smashing, but she’s got spirit!

Extra stuff:

-that reference of her on the left isn’t a shifted form, it’s a skinsuit. It’s hard for her to keep a form for a long time so she just uses that when she isn’t doing much activity

-if you look at her closely, you can see small details such as creases in her rubber skin, stitches for mending tears, and some dark blue surrounding her sclera (it’s unsettling to look at so just don’t)

-she’s kind of dense, anytime a display of her wish powers are incidentally shown to her, she plays it off as some weird coincidence (unless it’s too weird, then she gets suspicious)

-her mood can change on a whim, she can go from having a good day to feeling the intense need to break something angrily to having a good day again in the span of an hour (ok maybe not on a whim, but you get my point)

-since she doesn’t remember her past, she comes up with theories of her own. Her theories include: runaway Kraang experiment, traveling alien from another planet, strange kind of super mutant, and space princess from another galaxy

-despite being (technically) a young adult, she acts like a teenager 70 percent of the time

-sometimes she’ll just pop out of nowhere when she goes to talk with her coworkers (it’s makes them jump every time and they hate it. Is that gonna stop her? Nope)

-she doesn’t actually need the glasses, she just likes how they look on her

-her playlist consists of Babymetal, Insane Clown Posse, Pierce the Veil, Utsu-P, Mitski, Slipknot, Rammstein, and various other songs from various other artists

-her favorite fashion aesthetic? All of them

This is all I can manage to post about now without completely info-dumping so I’ll talk more about her if y’all have any questions (I’ll see if I can open my ask box, if not then womp womp)

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt oc #tmnt foot clan #tmnt comet #basically a Haruhi Suzumiya situation except nobody knows she’s god-like (somehow)#she’s my girly #i love her sm <3 #expect more art of her some time soon

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groggyaeneator · 17 days

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If y'all are gonna be creeps yourselves and chase me down to my own fucking platform and scare me half to death after I have tried time and time again to LEAVE this situation (and am being punished and lied about for trying to LEAVE, specifically!!!) you may as well get an explanation from me.

Shit that this bitch did to me, I guess. CW for endangerment/reckless driving/drugs/boundary violation/suicidal attempts/lying about suicidal attempts/blatant fucking manipulation and more idk. This whole thing in non exhaustive if I went through specifics we'd be here all day.

I want to start by saying I don't want anyone to go after her. This is, by all extents, personal relationship issues that never should have went public in the first place. This is not a callout post this is me defending my ass.

I feel like I'm being cornered and pushed to defend myself. No one who actually knows me or follows me FROM tumblr even knows what's going on. It feels silly to post this here, but I'm not really being given a choice. I don't know what's being said about me behind my back and I'm scared! So here the fuck you go lol.

She would consistently belittle me, press my boundaries, endanger my life, and invalidate my concerns. She would consistently offer to drive me and be under the influence, roadrage, speed/tailgate excessively, and/or be playing games or editing pictures while driving (usually always at LEAST 2 or 3 of the above at the same time) and WHENEVER I asked her to stop she would call me "silly," tell me I needed THERAPY FOR MY ANXIETY, or blow up at me and call me a bad driver. I watched her often do the same to her partner. If I approached her about this stuff later on, she would tell me she was joking and that I can't take a joke, and that I need to learn to "regulate my emotions." If I drove her, she would destroy my car and when I told her not to smoke in it (I work at a school! I can't have it smell like weed!) she said I worried too much and kept pushing me on it until she did so anyway. She said I was being paranoid and "needed therapy" for being afraid of my car smelling like weed. There's burn holes in my car from her, loose weed, and parts of my door and glovebox are broken completely from her just fucking kicking the shit out of my car after I asked her not to.

This is really only one damn example of this behavior, but this type of behavior extended to all other aspects of our relationship. The worst fucking part is, whenever I had an issue with how I was being treated and tried to talk to her about it maturely, she would joke and tell me I was being silly and that she loved me and if I "believed that she loved me" and "had any trust in her at all," I shouldn't care about her belittling me or take it personally. She said she was always in my corner and never do something to hurt me INTENTIONALLY. If I ever pushed these issues or asked her to stop using certain phrases with me or speaking to me a certain way anyway, she would say "I can't deal with this right now," and start posting on her mastodon about me being a shitty boyfriend, tell me directly that she hated me or to go to hell or that she wanted to kill me, or threaten to break up with me. She would later tell me that I should not care about her posts about me or be offended by them, because it was just her processing and I needed to respect that and "she loved me anyway." That privilege, however, never extended to me. Every post I made about anything in our lives she would confront me about, call me insane about, and tell me I needed therapy, even when the posts didn't trace back to her in any way or wasn't even negative.

She took every waking moment we texted to remind me I was a bad partner. I always tried to be there for her, but she would often tell me "my intentions" didn't matter and that I was incapable of "treating her right" and doing what she needed. If something bad was happening at her house and I offered to pick her up, I was "too busy offering her with solutions to care." If I tried to be like "wow that sucks" I was "ignoring her." If I asked her what she needed I was "talking to her like a therapist." If I was like "wow I'm so sorry that happened to you" I was pitying her and treating her like she was "fragile." She didn''t like me offering to "help." If I didn't respond I was a dick. If I tried to ask what she needed from me, she would get angry at me regardless, telling me to "just be normal dude, idk!" If I ever tried to bring this up casually, simply asking how to care for her so I knew how, she would accuse me of trying to start a fight. All I ever wanted was communication and all I ever wanted was to treat her well. It felt like a never ending loop at times.

She would consistently commit crimes and leave me to be the one to deal with checkout/payment, be the driver, etc. On weeks where I told her I wasn't good enough financially to pay for shit, she would ask me again and again anyway, or just assume I would by handing me shit last minute when I was checking out or ending meals at restaurants with "hey can you pay for this?" after we had already sat down. She convinced me to endanger my life and got me in legal trouble which I won't go into here. I was naive and maybe should have established these boundaries better, these were mixed-fault incidents, but I still feel like these situations were shitty.

When I was suicidal, and she broke up with me, I asked her to distance herself and to please not use my friends as ways to evade this boundary. Instead, she went behind my back and tried to convince my best friend that I was ACTIVELY attempting (when she KNEW I was at work and safe!) which understandably freaked him out and ended in my transphobic mom getting involved and outing me to people I wasn't comfortable with. She later tried to call this friend messy, because he was uncomfortable with her and really shocked after the situation.

After we broke up and I asked for distance, she told me we could still be friends, and continued to send me and all of my friends snaps on SnapChat, and shoot me messages. When I WOULD respond, she would often antagonize me for it, bringing up old arguments and generally just trying to get under my skin.

The one and ONLY time in our relationship she apologized to me for her behavior, she, in the same breath, told me that I still should not be upset with her because she didn't "mean it" and that I was "also being shitty to her" so I should think hard about my own actions and demanded that I "make it up to her."

I want to make it clear that I WASN'T the best partner! I wasn't emotionally mature enough to handle a relationship at the moment. I'm a messy person and I'm self aware about this. I've owned up to this on numerous occasions, and I DID START THERAPY for it! I am consistently trying to improve and better myself. I was obsessive about her, and made many bad personal decisions during our relationship, including spending too much money on her and spending all of my free time with her. There were times I was probably an awful and exhausting person to be around. There were also parts of our relationship where she was very good to me. Things weren't all bad. There's a reason I stuck around for as long as I did. There's quite a lot of evidence of this in a lot of our old posts.

I recognized that this relationship was toxic on both ends. However, I tried to distance myself and move on. She, evidently did not want this for me and kept messaging me and my friends on Snapchat. This past week she did this, tried to convince me to block evade her partner after he had blocked me and was weird about it after I asked like 3 times for her to drop the conversation and not involve herself. Then she brought up something about lex and when my response was a little too sarcastic (my bad, admittedly) she deleted our message history and blocked me entirely on snap. June has a lot of history of blocking and unblocking me on a whim. By this point, though, I had done a lot of unpacking of our situation through therapy and otherwise, and figured this was the end of things: so I sent her one final text stating that I was done trying to "reconnect" and did not want her to attempt to reach out again. I was admittedly a little spiteful in this message, but I'm also human! I really honestly feel that wanting space was justified.

Evidently by the fucking public reaction she was angry about this. I really can't imagine the kinds of things she's saying about me to set off THIS kind of reaction, but until this point I've really have done MY best to keep her name out of my mouth. Apparently I waited too long though. Right now though, I'm really feeling cornered and feel the need to defend myself. She knows the kind of danger I'm in if I'm going to be outed (but always kept calling me paranoid, like my safety measures against it were never valid).

I would say something like "I believe she's a good person and we just had clashing personalities" but at this point, that theory has done and fucking died, considering how she's tried to go after me time and time again after I asked her to LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

I understand it's her word against mine and she has a lot more social collateral, or whatever. Posting this is probably futile, others have already made up their minds about me. But people are obviously checking up on ME here against my wishes and trying to drag me back in, so if anyone's undecided, here you are. I'm really just some dude trying to live his life.

At this point I would really just like to forget things and move on.

#gA is typing #ga is venting

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faorism · 1 year

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day three of my mini advent posting with this leverage and star trek fusion! all aboard the USS Harland-03. i have this posted on ao3 as well, where i also have started a series which i plan to post art (and potentially fic??). this pic obviously uses a ref pic from the series for the background and their positions.

on ao3 and in the cut below, i have included my headcanons for au. i think it would be easier to read on ao3, but here it is if you don't wanna leave the site!

→ USS Harland-03: A small vessel retrofit from a Miranda-class ship with one of the most diverse executive crew in Starfleet, both in terms of species and in terms of work backgrounds, done as somewhat of an experiment to see the speed of integration of highly skilled civilians into command posts. Its primary assignments are those concerning diplomacy and investigation into reports of corruption (the two unsurprisingly go hand in hand). The team is given a lot of leeway in order to get their jobs done. Or, rather, what the Admiralty doesn't know won't hurt them. The team does great and consistent work, and maybe some of it is not how the Starfleet usually operates. But the crew knows what needs to be done, and they got the skills for shenanigans and a little just a little a little a lot of conning and forging and manipulation.

→ Captain Nate F'Ordai (Vulcan): Captain. Birth name: *waves it off, because Nate only wants to use his Standard-friendly name.* He was born on the Vulcan colony, Kethri, to a father who was unscrupulous and underhanded and a scammer; Nate learned early on that Vulcans? Yeah they can lie and they can act all sorts of ways if they want to. He tried to reform himself as he got older, moving to K'Lan-ne on T'Khasi (aka, Vulcan the planet). Logic served him well, and he worked logically at an insurance firm that worked with clients of primarily Vulcan and Human clients, and he found logical reasons to bond with T'Pymhagi ("Mhaggie"), and they had a child: Sammi. For his work, he traveled across the quadrant a lot, leading a crew of ten. Nate spent a logical amount of extracurricular time with a particular colleague, Sterr-Lng (NOT a friend). Everything was reasonable and logical and great until Sammi got sick. Nate had done everything right and yet his son died and that sucked. He got lost and angry, and he and Mhaggie separated, and Nate decided on a chocolate-induced whim to join Starfleet and idk maybe Dubenich was somehow involved. As a Vulcan with a former career, he was able to do the Academy really fast and the Admiralty allowed it because they were looking for someone with his skills. He had one posting before Harland-03 to make sure he was ready.

→ Commander Eliot Spencer (Andorian): Head of security with shared first mate duties (second in command). Birth name: Elio th'Spenciceran. As is typical of those of the thaan gender, he had a muscular physique but his height is more comparable to those of the shen gender. The Harland-03 is his first posting which makes his ranking seem high; however, Starfleet took into account his work with the Andorian Imperial Guard's Ahm Tal (spy & black ops), as second in command to Damihen "Moreau" ch'Volmoreauette. Shit got... bad, and Eliot saw a way out with Fleet who certainly felt the Andorian was a huge gain. He only had to take a year of Academy training, focusing on Starfleet regulations that differ from the Guard's. Eliot has a modified phaser to remove the kill level, and mostly prefers to use his hands anyway. He had a coworkers-with-benefits, no-strings-attached, no-commitment thing with Parker pretty early in their shared posting (at least... that's how he understood it). When he saw that her and Hardison were developing a romantic relationship, he distanced himself from Parker sexually like a fucking idiot because even though polyamory was a reproductive necessity for Andorians, he knew that that wasn't the case for other species... And so he wanted to give them, the "real" relationship, time to figure things out. Not like he's also super into Hardison as well, obviously, of course.

→ Lieutenant Commander J'mes S'giwan Sterr-Lng (Vulcan): Chief engineer with shared first mate duties (third in command). Was interested in Starfleet for a while, especially after hearing about how renowned Spock became. Sterr-Lng's pride logical reading of the situation meant that he knew he could be a huge fish in a small pond. He eventually followed Nate into the Fleet upon the request of Mhaggie. His -Lng suffix refers to the small ethnic community he is from, which is why his accent is different from Nate and Spock's. His group does not offer child betrothals so during his time he would visit relief services until, well... why travel all the way back to Vulcan when the Fleet has stuck him with Nate since their fast track Academy career because they are the only was who can stand each other. The two pair up for pon farrs and not outside of them (...at first). They are formally recognized as a bonded pair by Starfleet and the Vulcan Council and by their families because of this, but they ABSOLUTELY refused this title.

→ Doctor Harry Wilson (Human): Chief medical officer. Harry was born on Terra (Sol-III, aka Earth). Pretty privileged upbringing even for utopia standards. Was in law school for a while but after working as a defense intern on a case about a pharmaceutical that knowingly produced addictive hypospray, he got skeeved out and went into medicine. In addition to supporting his specialization in medical ethics, Harry's history with law helps the crew's dealings with all the bureaucracy that comes with their assignments. He is often called on to translate non-medical contracts to see where the funny business may lie.

→ Commander Sophie Devereaux (Betazoid): Chief communications officer. Birth name: unknown (she's pretty sure she remembers but unconfirmed). She grew up on the streets as a street urchin on Risa. Grifting was the only way for her to survive, and she definitely used her empathy to her advantage. It was a hard life, even when she first gained a partner and then joined a crew. But she made her way up Risa's society, and the second she saw a way off Risa, she took it even if that meant bad blood with her ex-colleagues. Sophie did a lot of wild shit and traveled far and stole a lot of random stuff. She always wanted to be an actor but... that never quite worked out for her for some reason, even when she scammed patrons to support her productions. Sophie definitely encountered Nate out in the world, and like in canon she always slipped out of his grasp. She enjoyed her long cons, ones she could really sink her teeth into. One had her posing as a communications student at a satellite Academy. And... okay, so she would sometimes go in and out of semesters as needed, and she enrolled in classes, and she grifted the admin as needed when she wanted paperwork. She gave the excuse of her needing to travel for important Fleet work from her previous position a diplomatic and... One day she? had somehow? earned enough credits to grant her a legitimate communications officer placement on a vessel? Oops? She figured she should report for duty so her persona wouldn't be put on alert as a deserter and then fake her own death. Thing is, she was good. And if she was careful, during shore leaves? Sophie had her fun. Eventually, Nate and Sophie ran into each other while he was a student, and Nate was like. The Fuck. Anyway, even though he didn't technically have the power to make formal petitions, Nate requested her to be posted to the Harland-03 when they launched. She very much likes her job, likes the leeway Nate knowingly gives her (and enjoys himself), and she dresses herself up to the nines, and she eventually untangles the mess that is Nate and Sterr-Lng by tangling it up even more...

→ Lieutenant Parker (Orion): Executive navigator. She was part of the system very early on, before she could remember not being in government care. She had an unhappy childhood due to her disabilities being ignored and misunderstood as behavioral issues, with one blip of light being the placement with the boy she would always consider her brother, Mason. When he died, Parker's already fraught history with foster care grew more precarious as she acted out due to her grief and continued engagements with ableism. Eventually, she was covertly sold into the Orion slave trade, with her case worker paid off to mark her as deceased. Parker doesn't talk about her childhood much, but what the others gleamed from what she has said is that Parker grew very adept at running away, thievery (wildly helpful for their missions), and rightfully being a menace. Eventually, she escaped and eventually she encountered Commodore Archie Leach, who did a lot of shady under the table dealings. He saw a lot of potential in Parker. Her trained her as a pet project and protege, with hopes of securing her eventually as a number two for his operations. Under his tutelage, she began taking pheromone blockers in order to mask better. Archive encouraged her to join Starfleet, where she excelled in her classes (even the one that had her write a paper on Tellarite textiles, which she was utterly bored by but could not get out of) even though she never fit in socially. She was posted to three different crews, where she was quietly passed on because again, she didn't mesh despite her competence. Harland-03 was kind of her last chance to be on a crewed vessel; she would be grounded or placed in transport otherwise. The Fleet says they don't intend to be punishment but... it kind of feels like it. Luckily! Parker finds her family! and friends! and her partners! and she's very very very very very very very happy.

→ Lieutenant Alec Hardison (Caitian): Chief science officer. Pretty much same story as in canon but he's a catboy I MEAN Caitian. Lived in Nana's interspecies, interfaith, and very loving household on a mid-sized industrial colony. He was up to intergalactic cyber crimes the whole ass time, and eventually Hardison got caught. He had to do the ROTC-equivalent for Starfleet. Hardison went and did more crime when he graduated because Fuck The Man, but eventually Nana wanted him safe, and her being disappointed in him because he was so out of contact made Hardison enroll in Starfleet. He's so smart! He's so funny! He's amazing and I love him and everyone else does too. He is legit a genius. This is his second ship he's been posted to. He was originally brought on as second to the chief science officer for Harland-03, but some shenanigans happened the chief where he was revealed to be evil so the crew kicked him off and put Hardison in charge. Hardison loves this found family so fucking much. He also, like, really has a big ole crush on Parker (and Eliot, but Eliot is so grumpy and obviously not interested so Hardison won't bother, he ain't mad...). It's still pretzels and I just?? love him, he's so smart and eventually he gets with Parker and then they rope in Eliot and it's all! amazing!

→ Officer Breanna Casey (Human): Helm pilot. She followed in her brother's footsteps by joining Starfleet, but went in a different direction. She loves the intricacies of making things and of the vessels; one of her hobbies is definitely making models. She wanted to fly the big ship instead of being in the jefferies tubes, so she got helm but made sure to minor in engineering. That minor came in handy when she needed to fill in for a shift on engineering, and she met Love Of Her Life Emily.

→ Officer Jack Hurley (Deltan): Red shirt that doesn't die. Technically, because of his species' superior attraction characteristics, he is meant to take an oath of celibacy, however! he's on a really rad ship, and red shirt Peggy is so beautiful, and they make out.

#leverage #alec hardison #sophie devereaux #eliot spencer #nathan ford #parker leverage #jim sterling #breanna casey #jack hurley #leverage ot3 #star trek #star trek au #faorism fanart #faorism headcanons

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