Imagine Clarke Griffin staring up at the night sky, her legs resting on the hood of the rover while she holds her walkie in hand. She does all of the usual things: says Bellamy’s name, the day, the planetary condition, etc. It’s all very monotone and impersonal. She’s thinking of what to say next while looking at the stars, and then she smiles. There’s this little light in the sky, barely there yet somehow still brighter than all the rest of the stars, orbiting the earth as it spins. And she knows that it’s him. She knows that it’s Bellamy. “I think I see you,” she says to the walkie. She looks back up at the sky and she laughs. Bellamy Blake became a shooting star for her, not knowing that the only thing she wanted to wish for was him.
A beautiful woman. Cashew is a lovely sebright hen, she’s mellow, curious, kind, and gorgeous. All the boys want her, but her heart belongs to pizza…namely the pepperoni. As a chick she was my bud and loved cuddling with me, however as she aged she became more independent and now would prefer to sit on my shoulder than snuggling in my lap. She’s a cliquey lass who mostly associates with her fellow non-silkie flock and humans, she only goes somewhere new if she’s accompanied by roosters Mac or Pistachio.
Samus speaks with a very unique accent. Although she spoke a human language on K-2L, she spoke Chozo exclusively from the time she was 3 until she left to join the Federation Army. She had to re-learn human language and speaks it with a pronounced Chozo accent.
Since the Chozo are rare and rapidly disappearing, no one really knows why she speaks the way she does or understands her language. It contributed to her feeling like an “outsider” when she was in the Army. As a result, when she became a bounty hunter she avoided speaking to people while in her armor so that they would not recognize her unique accent and speech patterns.
When she had the baby Metroid, she spoke to it in Chozo since she often gets nostalgic for what she considers her first language. She also speaks Chozo to the etecoons and dachoras after Fusion.
This is an OC I’ve FINALLY gotten around to drawing.
I’ve had her in mind for a LONG time, and I’m excited to introduce her!
She was based off of Elizabeth, Erin’s first design, and it escalated from there.
While originally, she was kinda slutty, I changed her to be more of an introverted, cold character.
I call her Beth! Short for Elizabeth. She doesn’t like being called Betsy. Only her boyfriend (who I’ll introduce later >;3) is allowed to give her nicknames.
She has self-esteem issues, as well as trust issues, and, since this is set in a sort of apocalypse dystopia, has a lot of stress on her shoulders.
She was alone for a while, after having to kill her younger twin siblings, Markus and Margret, after they became infected. It broke her heart, and she became cold and introverted, always keeping to herself so she’d never have to hurt anyone else.
Unfortunately, she meets a guy along her way out of her hometown, to find a safer place.
Turns out this guy she met was a member of some awful group who murders, tortures, and forces suicide on people.
She is taken to “meet” the leader of this group, who is as horrid as people come.
She fights to be set free and on her way out of town, but he won’t let her.
Instead, he demands she stay and become a member of the group.
She was on edge about it first, but realized that she’d have great protection and supplies, so she agreed.
Then again, she had no other choice.
So she’s now working for this guy.
Eventually she starts dating the dude she first met, and their relationship is kinda bumpy, but nice.
She’s nineteen, to be twenty in August.
To describe her color palette, she’s got pale-ish skin, amber eyes, and her hair is died a sorta dull indigo. It’s more purple than blue, but it’s so dull you barely notice. She has a ton of freckles!!!!! Yay!! Her sweatshirt is a beige-ish color, her shirt is totally black, and her shorts are a sort of olive green. She wears army boots with black socks, and a peridot necklace her parents gave her as a birthday present.
So that’s Beth!!!
I’ll post more on her AND her boyf later.
Pearl Sydenstricker Buck (June 26, 1892 – March 6, 1973; also known by her Chinese name Sai Zhenzhu; Chinese: 賽珍珠)
American writer and novelist. As the daughter of missionaries, Buck spent most of her life before 1934 in Zhenjiang, China. Her novel The Good Earth was the best-selling fiction book in the United States in 1931 and 1932 and won the Pulitzer Prize in 1932. In 1938, she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature “for her rich and truly epic descriptions of peasant life in China and for her biographical masterpieces”. She was the first American woman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
After returning to the United States in 1935, she continued writing prolifically, became a prominent advocate of the rights of women and minority groups, and wrote widely on Asian cultures, becoming particularly well known for her efforts on behalf of Asian and mixed-race adoption. (Wikipedia)
From our stacks: Book spine detail of House of Earth, Imperial Woman, and Kinfolk by Pearl S. Buck.
“I’m so close to punching you IN THE FACE.“ She screamed, infuriated at the Heretic standing all smug before her. She knew he did that on purpose, messing with her friends, her brothers, just so he can argue and fight with her because apparently that was the only form of entertainment he had for now. Watching her nose scrunch up in agitation, her face getting hot and red, every time when she would throw her hand sin the hair or tug in her hair because if how much agitated she was, yeah, that became a part of his routine and while she was trying not to actually punch his perfect white teeth in that we’re showing because of his wife smile, he couldn’t help but notice how her hair was braided in pig tails, or her kitten pajamas, or how she kept fidgeting with the ancient necklace resting beautifully on her collarbone. She looked adorably beautiful.
Wait, what? NO. No, no, no, no. He can’t think this way about her. He is a sociopath for God’s sake. He is the Malachai Parker, the man with no feelings, as he liked to believe. Dammit Luke, he thought to himself. But whatever may be the case, he can’t feel these things about her. Well maybe these feelings are because he hasn’t fed in a long time. That has to be it, right? Right? Damn wrong. Truth be told, the only reason Kai messed with her brothers, the legendary Salvatore duo, and her super obnoxious friends was because of the simple fact that if he does this, she’ll get mad and confront him about it and then he could get to talk to her, even if it is to argue, to get to see her, because let’s be honest, under normal circumstances she wouldn’t even look at him. Or so he thought.
“Really short stack? I doubt you could even reach my lips Y/N.” At this comment her blood boiled even more. Malachai Parker never failed to challenge her. Maybe this was the reason she was standing here, he was the only on that could challenge her, as she stood here arguing with him at 3 in the morning. Ah! The devil’s hour. It was his time. No wonder he would almost always show up at her door at this exact time. Sometimes drunk, sometimes sober, but always testing her patience.
“What did you do this time?” She stomped her feet and kept stomping to the kitchen like a stubborn baby. “I was reading Pride and Prejudice in my wonderful time of solace but no, you had to ruin it.” She took a sip of water to try and calm herself buy when she turned around, she bumped into his hard chest. “Ever heard of personal space, Parker?” She pushed him back, feeling his strong muscles beneath her hands, but she didn’t realise that she had let her hands stay on his chest for a little too long. She didn’t but he did and oh boy did he like it. This had been going on for some time now. The constant bickering, tell slight touched, the hidden smiled, each testing the other’s patience, each challenging the other, waiting for them to reach their breaking point and give in. But both as stubborn.
“Why do you always think the worst of me, doll? I just came in peace. I mean, I may have stolen Damon’s car to get her but that is it. In fact, I came here to eat, was kinda hungry.” He said as he grabbed a strawberry from the counter and popped it into his mouth, Y/N’s eyes lingering on his lips, before meeting his eyes. And there she gave him another reason to give that sinful smirk, and he relished in the fact that she enjoyed it as much as he did. “Actually I came to get some answers from you.” He circled her like a snake, slowly dragging his index finger along her back. She despised the fact that just because if his simple touch, her entire body shivered. He chuckled, so close to her ear, his voice low, sending another wave of shivers down her body
“What answers, Parker?” She turned to face him, causing their chests to touch and his breath to hitch. Now it was her turn to adorn that sinful smirk on her luscious lips. Two can play a game after all. But this incessant hunger want the only reason Kai kept coming to her or she kept letting him in. As much as he hates to admit the fact that it’s because of her that he could actually feel something if his own, feelings that didn’t belong to Luke, he also can’t deny the fact that in his entire existence, he was finally ready to fight for someone other than himself. Finally willing to make someone happy, willing to keep her happy for as long as he shall live. And as for her, a gurl scared of love, he was the reason she was finally ready to take that step, let herself fall, because she liked to believe that he will always be there to catch her. But she want sure if he believed the same. And he wasn’t sure if she felt the same fuzziness and the need to protect him like he did for her. That’s is why they kept bickering, going back and forth, almost using this as a defence mechanism to save themselves from the heartbreak and hurt they thought will come if they let their hearts open.
He snapped out of his trance and gulped, mustering the strength to talk to her without wanting to devour her lips. “Answers to how long are we going to keep this up?” She noticed his eyes darkening, causing her to bite in her lower lip.
“We’ll keep this going till you give up.” She stared into his eyes, into his soul and he stated right back, each baring their soul to the other. Her fingers moved to fiddle with the silver chain around his neck, grazing the skin there, and his hands snaked around her waist, fearing she might step back now. They’ve come too far into his game to back out now.
“You’re not gonna win, doll. Like I said, you can’t even reach my lips.” He grinned down at her, his hands tightening around her waist, bringing her even close than was possible. Damn this height difference, she thought. Damn you Malachai Parker for being so irresistible, she thought.
“You should know better than to challenge me, Parker.” She tilted her head. Why do you have to be do adorable and sexy, all at the same time? He thought.
“Are you thinking of backing out, Salvatore?” He mocked her, loosening his grip, just to test the water, hoping she doesn’t
“I never back out.” Her voice low, her breath hitting his face in the most delicious way.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He could only smirk before she yanked down by the collar of his coat, bringing his face to hers and attaching their lips in a raw kiss. Raw in terms of both sexiness and emotions. Neither could keep track if the time they devoured each other’s lips, just the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.
Malachai cane up for air and before she could question, he hoisted her up, holding her up by his hands firm on her ass while they kept assaulting each other’s mouths in the most passionate way. “Much better.” She breathed against his lips before kissing him again, this time slow and passionate, her hands moving from his broad shoulders, to tangle themselves in his thick, soft hair, and he could only moan and groan against her mouth.
And as their crazy frenzy came to a stop and both struggles to catch breath, at/N then places her lips ok his neck, peppering feather light kisses on the soft skin. “Tomorrow at 8.” She whispered in his ear as she released herself from his hold and made her way to her bedroom.
He stood stunned there and after taking a few seconds to compose himself he hollered at her, “so we’re meeting for dinner?” He was amazed his voice didn’t shake like his whole body, an after-effect of what just happened my
“No silly, 8 a.m.” she hollered back, giggling to herself. Her fingers finding her lips, eyes closed as she reminisced the feel of his lips on hers just moments before. She already missed his taste.
“Oh right… …….wait, what?” He could hear her laugh. “Are you crazy Y/N? It’s 3:30 in the morning, and I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep after what just happened.” He ran his hands through his hair, remembering her fingers in it, as he made his way to the door.
“Whatever Parker, it’s 8 or never. You got any problems, you can kiss my ass. “ She said loudly, as she tucked herself in her comfy bed and waited for a sly remark from him. She knew him too well.
“Oh I definitely plan to.” He said as he smiled to himself at the thought of her blushing cheeks.
“Perv” she mumbled, but it was loud enough for him to hear and for that smug smile to etch itself on his face.
“Tomorrow at 8, Salvatore.” With this he closed the door behind him.
This was crazy, the idea of both of them together was crazy. But the good thing is, they were never sane to begin with.
some diamonds i made after i got inspired by a neat idea!
these guys were created without permission by a gem scientist as a surprise, intended to replace pink diamond in the diamond authority as well as to hopefully ease some stress off the other diamonds. unfortunately, her diamond, yellow diamond, was angry at her for wasting potential resources as well as committing “treason” and the scientist was shattered. the three newer diamonds were left stranded on their birth planet, oblivious to the fact that they’re to be shattered as well if found.
Pre war Bucky was a gay icon who protected closeted lesbians by picking them up for dates to avoid their parents suspicion and then taking them to hang out with their girlfriends (but staying close enough that he could punch the daylights out of any fucko who tried to harass them). This is canon.