Hey y'all it's been a minute since I last actually updated about my oc Lazari she's my main and I love her to death. I've added somethings to her and tried to add to her backstory I hope you enjoy. So she's a very nurturing, caring person. She loves people and all forms of life thinking almost all life is precious. She's a natural born cosmic entity who loves adventuring to other universes and AUs. To help whatever wrong there is if she can. Both a lover and fighter who can be stubborn and lethal if provoked. But she'll try and talk it out over food or drink before desperate measures are called for So member how I said she's an adventurous natural born cosmic entity? Well in the universe she's originally from each entity was given a role to play and each one would feast on different things. Kind of like how IT the clown would feed on children who it could get it to fear him. Well when she was just starting out she was a bit careless. She was a natural protector of the innocent men, women, children, seniors, animals, whomever. She would feed off of those who would hurt them. Her scars are from other entities or mortals that tried to take her "babies" or hurt the innocent she tries to protect. She doesn't exactly remember how she ended up in the star wars universe but she made her home on the planet Zalraxia which is in the uncharted part of the galaxy the women there were natural born warriors because they were bigger then the males and far more aggressive. Lazari had to fight her way into being accepted into their lives and after a few years she was made an honorary member of their tribe. She became one of the most decorated warriors of their history. She settled down for a while had a mate and a few children who unfortunately didn't inherent any of her cosmic abilities. The Sith caught wind of her and while she was off planet exploring the Sith completely wrecked the planet. She arrived back shortly after the Sith had left because of a feeling she had gotten. Everyone was dead, her warriors, mate, children. She let herself mourn and burried everyone in separate graves in a feild of galaxy flowers that looked like they had small galaxies on them when they bloomed at night. She went after the Sith afterwards. In a brief moment of grief and anger after tracking down the Sith she shed her human apprence and feasted on the sith who had made her suffer so greatly.
sometimes when the 501st/212th have downtime they turn down the artifical gravity on the ship for funsies. yes this is canon actually mr filoni told me himself
This was a huge dopamine hit. 🥹🥹🥹 Look at their sweet little faces. Rex getting a nap. All those adorable smiles. The poor one clinging to the pillar. 😂 Precious!!
@freesia-writes THAT’S ECHO 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I didnt notice him clinging to the pillar when I first saw it but it’s Echo 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Hahaha awwww poor bby 🤣🤣🤣
Alright alright here it is....
Two photos that give the same energy
So y'all know how there are multiple different versions of the ATSV movie? Well, someone on twitter brought this clip from one version to my attention !!
There is nothing Christ-like nor “pro” life about forced birthers, racist xenophobes or Republicans. They are against social programs meant to help women children and poor people live, and they are the living embodiment of literally EVERYTHING Christ said not to be
This is directly the fault of governor Greg Abbot. It is part of his policy called “Operation Lone Star” And people have already died.
Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot looks like the kind of man that becomes incredibly flustered and red in the face when he sees you showing skin.
You don't even have to be wearing something sexy, a simple crop top or shorts does the trick.
The shorter the clothing the redder he gets and if you get closer to him or God forbid it, touch him, he will pop a boner faster than he can mumble something out.
And when you /do/ wear something sexy or nothing at all, he /comes/. Untouched.
"Johnny? Are you ok?"
He nods, unable to actually speak, his whole body trembling and so sensitive even though it haven't do anything. "Mnhh-Y-Yes! J-just give me a moment!"
ok so i have a feeling that, considering theres a deleted scene where doc ock goes in to the collider, liv is definitely gonna come back in beyond and might have a part in confronting spot?
which isnt ideal, because apparently the supercollider was his work, which she took the credit for, then pushed him aside? that sucks. i dont think spots gonna be thrilled to see her, if he does. especially while hes a a walking(floating?), talking, black hole, capable of taking revenge on whoever he likes at the moment.
ngl im on spots side here. livs got WAY more of a hand in what happened to john than miles ever did.
GUYS
SPOT HAS A KID IN THE COMICS!!!!
HIS NAME IS WYATT!!
I drew him to fit the movie vers more!!
“Shit.” Johnathon Ohnn x Reader 🖤⚪️
Just a little something I dabbled down 🤭
“Oh, shit.”
Those words. Those two words. They had such a weight to them that only Linda could understand.
“You had better not be late to another meeting, Dr. Ohnn.” She scowled. A scientist’s assistant was simply expected to pick up every now and then and manage the scientist’s calendar. Help them set up their schedule, y’know? But in the special case of Dr. Ohnn, it sometimes felt like babysitting. This was one of those times.
Embracing Inner Beauty
➥ summary: Everyone has a bad day, even super villains. Sometimes all it takes is another person in their circle to help them see the light in their situation
➥ The Spot x Reader, Jonathan Ohnn x Reader
➥ angst to fluff
➥ one shot
Jonathan Ohnn, known to the world as The Spot, sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of his recent transformation gnawing at his soul. The once average-looking man had become a mass of spots, his appearance forever altered. In the eyes of the world, he had become a villain, but it was his own reflection that troubled him the most.
As he traced the spots on his skin, his heart heavy with self-doubt, a knock at the door startled him. (Y/n), his loving and supportive girlfriend, stepped into the room, her presence a beacon of light in his darkest moments.
"Jonathan," she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness. "I can see that you're struggling, but please remember that your worth is not defined by your appearance. To me, you are more than just the spots on your skin."
He looked up, his eyes clouded with doubt, and she continued, her voice growing stronger with every word. "I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you're passionate about. I love the kindness in your heart, the way you always strive to help others, even when it seems impossible."
Jonathan's gaze softened as he absorbed her words, a glimmer of hope flickering within him. He had forgotten the power of love and acceptance, but (Y/n) reminded him with her unwavering support.
"You have a brilliant mind, Jonathan," she continued, her voice filled with admiration. "Your intelligence and ability to see patterns where others don't is what drew me to you in the first place. Your uniqueness, both inside and out, is what makes you special."
Tears welled in Jonathan's eyes as he listened to (Y/n)'s words. Her unwavering faith in him reignited a spark within, a newfound determination to see himself through her eyes.
The tears streamed down his face, each drop a testament to his inner turmoil. The transformation that had turned him into a being covered in spots had left its mark not only on his appearance but also on his sense of self-worth. But in the midst of his anguish of it all, (Y/n), his loving and compassionate girlfriend, wouldn’t allow him to feel that way.
Her presence alone brought a glimmer of hope to his darkened world. As she saw him crying, her heart ached for the pain he was experiencing. Without hesitation, her touch gentle and filled with tenderness.
Jonathan and his tear-streaked face met with (Y/n)'s understanding gaze. She knelt before him, her eyes filled with nothing but empathy and love.
In that moment, she wiped away his tears with the soft pads of her thumbs. Her touch was like a soothing balm, easing the ache in his heart. Jonathan felt a sense of solace, the weight of his despair beginning to lift.
(Y/n)'s love embraced him, bringing comfort and healing to his wounded soul. As she wiped away the last of his tears, (Y/n) leaned in closer, her lips brushing gently against his cheek.
The warmth of her touch, the tenderness of her kiss, ignited a flicker of hope within him. It was a silent reassurance, a reminder that he was not alone in his struggles.Jonathan's tears slowly subsided, replaced by a deep appreciation for (Y/n)'s presence in his life.
Her unwavering support and unconditional love were beacons of light in his darkest moments. He understood that he didn't have to face his inner demons alone; (Y/n) would be there every step of the way.
"(Y/n)," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for reminding me of my worth. You've shown me that true beauty lies in our hearts and the way we treat others."
She smiled, a radiant expression that filled the room with warmth. "You are more than your appearance, Jonathan. You have a heart of gold, and that's what truly matters."
In that moment, Jonathan felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, the burden of self-doubt fading away. (Y/n)'s love had reminded him of his own strength and resilience. With her unwavering support, he knew he could face any challenge, embrace his true self, and find beauty within.
As they sat there, embracing the power of love and acceptance, Jonathan felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would no longer allow his appearance to define him. Instead, he would use his unique abilities and his compassionate heart to make a positive impact on the world, inspired by the love and support of (Y/n).
Okay…smaul being told terms of endearment by Starlight.
Adi’ka, cyar’ika, ka’ra.
They say them in a soft tone with a small smile. They also do the same with his name he has never heard his name said in such a way or with a smile in addition to it. To be honest it is most little Maul has heard his own name.
Apprentice. Boy. You. He had grown accustomed to that.
Maul. He learns is a word for an action to tear apart, it doesn’t sound like a name at all.
“Maul” a gentle voice and that small smile, “ Adi’ka would you like to visit the garden with me?” Starlight offers their hand.
He does not mind the meaning of his name, how could he when Starlight says it so kindly and with a smile.
“ What are the other words you say?” He asks as Starlight and him walk past the giant pond. Maybe he can go swim and chase a frog or two.
Adi’ka. Cyar’ika…ka’ra?
Starlight stops had they truly not told him? They sit by the pond and pat the space next to them. Little Maul sits down and listens.
“Adi’ka is my word for darling, cyar’ika for beloved. Ka’ra for stars.
“Oh.” Maul replies. There is quiet. “ What do those words mean?”
Starlight sighs softly…of course…of course Maul did not know. They ask if they may hold his hands and Maul let’s them as they explain.
“Darling is a word you use for someone who is very special to you. Very special and very wonderful. For me you are my darling. Beloved you might guess has love in it, and yes it does it’s a word you use for someone you love very much. And the last Ka’ra for Star, as you shine just as bright as the stars in the sky”
Little Maul looks confused, “ Those words? For me?”
Their heart breaks a bit, “ Yes Maul, for you.”
The little Zabrak smiles shyly, “ I like those words.”
“ They suite you Adi’ka, “ Starlight whispers. Maul moves his hands and wraps his arms around Starlight.
He likes the words. He likes the names. He likes his own now too…
“Now little Maul. How many frogs will you catch today?” The little Zabrak smiles and thinks.
“3!” He dashes away and into the pond and find the first catch.
“ Good work, my ka’ra”
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There is another name Maul loves to hear as well, “ brother”
However this time it’s a slightly different tone. The little Zabrak pouts as Savage shakes his head, “ little Brother you are causing too much chaos today.”
“ I was only playing!” And broke a window or two…
Savage sighs, “ I know, but careful, “ he scratches between Maul’s horns, “ I don’t want you hurt, “
“ I’ll be safe.” He promises, he doesn’t want to upset his big brother.
“Little brother…” Savage again warns.
Maul can’t help but grin at the name, brother, even when Savage said it with slight annoyance Maul smiles. “ I promise.”
“ Good now go play carefully.”
Maul runs off smiling and waving to his brother. Savage waves back, “ Be safe….”
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You can thank @discmeeds for indulging in my obsession with this guy and encouraging me to post this.
I literally just want to let him talk his feelings out. Basically imagine he just drops in some dimension as he hops around, and actually has a person listen and be kind to him.
É pessoal, é o Manchinha. Eu acho tão gostosinho desenhar ele
I want to make this absolutely clear to kids: children didn't used to be stuck inside the house like you are today. There used to be public places you could hang out. It used to be fairly safe to walk around because trucks weren't designed to kill children. You didn't need a car to go anywhere so kids without a license weren't trapped. There weren't 24/7 cable news networks constantly scaring parents with anecdotes even as crime was at all time lows and the biggest danger comes from adults kids know not strangers.
It's easy to ignore old people talking about "the good ol' days" because a lot of the people saying that shit are racist assholes, but the way society treats kids today really is objectively worse than how kids used to be treated. You deserve better, and you should know that better things are possible. We just need to kill the suburbs and for-profit news.
When I was a kid in the 80s and 90s, I could go for a bike ride or walk with my sister or friends and we could leave after breakfast and not come back until dinner and our parents weren't worried. We lived on the edge of town, so we could turn left into the woods or turn right and go downtown or go straight and go to a friend's house in the neighborhood. I went to a park or the community pool or went out for ice cream alone from a young age.
I also regularly walked to and from school alone from as young as first grade (so, about age 6). And I'm not saying I walked three miles uphill in snow both ways, but I checked a map and it was over half a mile and crossed at least one street that people drive pretty fast on. And that was normal.
All the same for the ‘60s.
Shein is going down for being an organized criminal organization. Actors and Writers are striking. Student Loan debt relief may actually go through after all. Jack Smith is closing in on Trump, and all signs point to him dying in prison. Billionares are dying in ignoble and humiliating ways. Please God keep this ball rolling, it almost feels like the first taste of justice in about as long as I can remember.
It's a unique type of frustration when you agree that a character is deeply flawed but other people keep missing what's actually wrong with them and assigning them new flaws that they don't even have it's like free my man he did none of that. He did a bunch of other shit tho.
