#poc giants

[ihaveanaversiontodecisions]

seeing the "Jon isn't a poc character because white people make up most of academia and also the voice actor is white and his name sounds white!" tma discourse on twt makes me want to claw my fucking eyes out.

"b-but i j-just imagine him as white🥺"

*extremely loud incorrect buzzer*

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jonathan sims is not white #jonathan sims character design #i will die on this hill #“white people make up academia him being a poc doesn't make any sense!!” #he literally started the apocalypse #he is canonically a voyeuristic antichrist #there are SENTIENT WORM HIVES in this podcast #a giant eye literally opens in the sky #and jon not being WHITE is whats unrealistic #be so fr #twitter discourse #i hate twitter

[giantisms]

it's like. i think what i find the most appealing about g/t is the "fish out of the water" aspect, and the inherent feeling of being out of place and the "other" you know? it's probably why first meetings hit so different (especially in settings where there's an established "normal size")

facing a new (and terrifying!) scenario, in a completely alien environment, faced with something so similar yet different from you - with YOU being the outlier, the thing to be in awe of (maybe even terrified of)

because it's one thing to be the borrower, surrounded by all things human yet so disconnected from the culture all the same. and it's the other when you're the giant, hiding from humans for other reasons - in fear of being inherently perceived as a threat to get rid of

how do you find your footing in a world that was not made for you? in a world too big and dangerous to you, or a world too small and unwelcoming? learning to at least try and fit in what is considered the "norm" in this world for 'your' sake and others'?

and THEN consider the human pov!! challenging what you believed was "normal" and the status quo, getting to see the world from a new perspective (maybe a bit literally sometimes) and everything

i just think it's really cool, you know?

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #sfw g/t #g speaks #. maybe there is some deeper allegory to be made about being a poc or queer or neurodivergent tying into this #but i'm not nearly smart enough to get into THAT

[imageingrunge]

Ima be honest my least favorite looking sims come from YouTube shorts n TikTok 🫥

#like they all have the same face n that can be cool if u didn’t all dress them the same as well #do all the girls have to have 2 look like tanned white girls w giant lips wearing fashion nova #sometimes I see a poc sim that’s just a white girl w the skin tone changed 🫥

[qualityfunnyscenariosfire]

The Beginnings of Larion (Part 2)

The only thing that managed to stop their chaos were the giants from the sky, the only ones that lived up in the clouds. These giants were known for their compassionate ways and strength, along with harnessing high intelligence. They used the ancient tongue of scrolls in their communities and wrote it with ease, learning to decipher it for the rest of the land with their magic. Unfortunately, they were on the side of the Barbarian Giants at one point, thinking that their conquest would aid in an era of flourishment for the beings below but learned that their actions would only bring in sadness and death to those affected. So they left their barbaric allies and decided to stay in the clouds for safety, soon learning that the rest of their kind caused more bloodshed as they slayed more majestic animals. One of the sky giants decided to take action against their former allies, and his name was Aevargar. Aevargar was already well known as a leader of the sky giants, having formed them as a clan after they left for the clouds and led them away from a life of devouring humans and elves. With his skills of leadership on full display, he encouraged the other sky giants to head back to the land below to stop the barbarians yet many did resist. Those who didn’t followed him on the flight below, having sprouted wings from overexposure to magical clouds. A fight breaks out the moment they land in the Golden Barrows mystical forest, being claimed to have infiltrated new Barbarian territory. The sky giants defended the land for weeks, plaining and enacting rescue missions to get the magical creatures back from their enemies. Once a month had passed, many of the animals and people who lived in the forest were returned, giving Aevargar and the sky giants praise. Word about their success spreaded throughout the rest of the land, many sending thanks to the sky realm. Aevargar decided to harness the praise and asked for the sky giants to become Larion’s protectors, allowing them to have say over all in the realm. Fortunately his efforts worked, the magical beings of Golden Barrows annointed Averagar as the first king of the Cloud Realm and his kind as the official protectors of the people of Larion. Many rejoiced as soon Aevargar wouldn’t be the only royal, getting married to a fellow giant by the name of Mabrika. 

#G/t #giant/tiny #g/t concept #g/t ocs #dark fantasy #Fantasy writing #poc writer #Poc in fantasy

[ncblevicartstudic]

I had to block a terf on my alt so I decided to draw a beautiful transfem lesbian to heal the soul.

#Daisy George #Hollow Port #my art #my ocs #black artists on tumblr #artists on tumblr #witch oc #knight oc #witch knight #giant oc #fey oc #POC Trans Lesbians make the world go round. #lesbian #trans #nonbinary

[pigeontakeover]

Gonna sound like a piece of shit for a minute but can upper middle class white people with money and supportive families and good childhoods not be fucking surprised when I'm obviously internally rolling my eyes at them for their biggest struggle being trans with a supportive family and depressed with money? Like stfu bro let's switch places

And don't even be like, oooh being trans is soooo scary when you grew up affluent in a liberal city with supportive parents ARE WHITE, THE SAFEST KIND OF TRANS

Like poc trans ppl are the main targets you fucking idiot, not your rich white ass

Shut the entire FUCK UP about how scary it is and how fucking HARD DEPRESSION IS

I FUCKING WISH I COULD BE DEPRESSED IN A MANSION WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT MONEY

LETS SWITCH PLACES

Some of yall privileged fuckers would have broken YEARS AGO in my shoes and then you want my fucking SYMPATHY?????

SHUT UP

Give me your fucking money lmfao

#omg im the op #tried so hard to hold this in while talking to this girl #like oh boohoo your giant fucking struggles as a white transfem who doesnt have to work and lives in a nice fucking house #and has never actually been scared for your life #shut the fuck up #anyways shes genuinely a cool person but omfg some people grew up in a really sheltered bubble #its so unrelateable #its so fucking weird #anyways yeah idk she genuinely seems like a really cool person #gonna try and be friends with her but omfg im so tired of meeting more and more ppl that grew up middle class and above #going to university really is just meeting ppl i cant relate to over and over again because economic class #ppl that grew up poor or are poc and stuff are much more relatable #ablebodied white middle class ppl are the weakest psychological links in society fr fr

[clowningaroundmars]

Fuck it, posting my ever-growing trainwreck of a playlist focusing on literally everything BUT romantic love 💚

Includes: songs for aroallos, loving your friends, fucking your friends, loving your family members, rejecting romance, loving food (or dogs), rejecting amatonormativity, and generally being a bad bitch. Enjoy <3

#aromantic #aro #spotify #playlist #mine #also making my own giant wreck of a playlist bc I’m sick of these playlists ppl are making #filled with mitski and girl in red and t*ylor sw*ft #like ok y’all #can us poc PLEASE get something with a lil bass in it? please? #i love indie as much as anyone else but fuuuuck that’s not the only genre out there that rejects romance and amatonormativity #also if y’all wanna leave some recommends in da inbox #that’s cool too!

[bitchthefuck1]

yikes... you worshiping male characters regardless of what they do while criticizing jen walters for the few bad aspects of her show that can be attributed to the writers and not her... your blog says everything about why you make it a point to hate watch she-hulk every week and it's incredibly disappointing. i'm not some mcu fan who loves everything they put out, but man, it's tiring seeing people criticize media like she-hulk in bad faith waaaay more than mediocre white male media. oh well :/

This is... actually really funny because you don't always get anon hate that tells on itself so much.

I've been very clear and consistent about specifying that I don't dislike Jen Walters and in fact really like how she's portrayed by Tatiana Maslany. Her performance is the only really worthwhile thing the show has to offer, and it's why I find it so frustrating that they don't really do anything interesting with her. Every post I've made has been about the writing or specific narrative choices or the CGI or something to that effect.

As for me "worshipping male characters", whomst??? I'm not even really sure who this is about, as there's not a single male character I've posted about uncritically on here. Best guess is that this is about Matt Murdock, which like... I drag him constantly for being a shitty person and a crappy friend. I think his narrative arc is incredibly compelling and the Netflix series was really good, but I hope I don't need to explain to you that there's a difference between finding a character's narrative compelling and liking them as a person/co-signing their behavior, especially when you also criticize that behavior.

I think a lot of the criticism for she hulk has been bad faith dude bros whining because a woman was in a marvel thing, and that's dumb bullshit, but you can't lump all criticism in the same boat. My problem with she hulk, which is my problem with a lot of marvel's stories centered around women, is that they market them as though they're some groundbreaking feminist storytelling and then do very little to actually develop the story or characters well and coast on mediocrity that's only made passable by the talented women they cast. It's a huge disservice to the characters and to anyone who actually gives a shit about them. I'm not going to applaud them for crumbs, and if you're going to sell your work on it's "feminist storytelling" then you sure as shit better deliver more than a shallow girl power narrative. It's 2022.

#bestie idk whose blog youve been on but it sure as shit isnt mine #oh well :/ #genuinely dont know who the white men ive been worshipping are every possibility gets funnier than the last #if its one of the house of the dragon dudes that would be so funny I'm literally only here for R and A's interpersonal drama #like i do think there's a lot to be said about how media made by and aimed at women/poc/lgbtq folks/etc is often given much more scrutiny #to 'do it right' and you should be allowed to tell a story like that and be mediocre without people acting like you're 'failing the #movement' or whatever but if you're going to use the fact that this story is feminist as a selling point you cant then turn around and get #mad when people judge it through that lens. its comes off as a little disingenuous for a giant media corporation with a shitty track record #for female representation to be like 'this is groundbreaking' and then make their big green monster a barbie. #disney doesn't actually care about women babe. they just want more consumers to buy their shit and if that means putting out a low effort #'superheroes: for her' show they'll do it and collect the check #if im being charitable id say this is a misunderstanding based on the fact that she hulk is both her name and the shows name so like. its #possible that this person misread a post about the show as being about jen which like. i feel like ita pretty obvious from context that #thats not what im saying

[theghostofashton]

.

#that post about blaine being asian got me thinking and i just. #do not know how to explain to people how violent it is that blaine existing with his curly hair with his natural texture #was called a terrorist #not even getting into the atrocity that was 3x19 #like......i'm very sensitive about this as someone who spent years ironing my hair straight to fit in with all the white girls #bc my hair was same as his poofy and frizzy and curly i didn't know how to take care of it so it was a giant puffball #and the way people looked at me and called me unruly made me so self-conscious i felt like all i could do was straighten it #that's why i included that aspect in blood and fire bc straightening and 'taming' our hair is something so common for so many poc #it avoids unwanted questions and helps us blend in more #but it also makes you so insecure over the fact that your hair doesn't actually look like that that you have to change it #bc people have told you it's bad or makes you look bad #which aligns so closely with blaine's anxiety and fear over not being able to use hair gel #just........christ i don't see this talked about a lot and it's disgusting of the writers #and it still makes me feel gross lmfao

[lvcky7]

hellooo!! :-)

my name is seven and this is my silly little blog. i generally post about media [music, film, ect.] i am currently enjoying and some of my own concert photography.

i would love 2 be mutuals with anyone!

here is my carrd !! ^_^

#concert #concert photography #car seat headrest #music #lucy dacus #lgbt #phoebe bridgers #will toledo #gay #talking heads #slaughter beach dog #csh #radiohead #julien baker #tyler the creator #alex g #pinned intro #they might be giants #poc #autistic #mexican #autism #trans #transmasc #mitski #intro #twin fantasy #looking for mutuals #looking for moots #new to tumblr

[cancelledboobsubscription]

weather update:

✨💕I hate Scott summers 💕✨

#x men the animated series #x men #honestly he’s such a rancid ass bitch #literally so annoying I even tried making him gay/trans/autistic and I STILL CANT STAND THAT BITCH #like #shut up #SHUT UPPP #we get it you and Jean are a thing #we get it you somehow have more of a short guy complex than Logan who is CANONICALLY FIVE FOOT THREE #sorry I had to say it #this is an anti Scott summers blog #wait no I’m not done #his only personality trait is yelling at the rest of the team and hating on Logan at literally every opportunity #Scott is the type of mutant to look jubilee or beast dead in the eyes and say #being a mutant is literally so hard like society hates me so much you’ll never know my pain #while jubilee is a queer poc and beast is literally a giant blue furry dude #beast #hank mccoy #jubilee #Scott summers #logan howlett #Wolverine #anti Scott summers #ok ok I think I’m done #WAIT #no never mind I’m deciding to be done #I COULD keep going but then I’d get carpal tunnel from accidentally writing a doctoral thesis on why he sucks so much so I’ll just leave it

[bunnywritesjunk]

My King

Series summary: Your parents signed you up for an Alpha Omega Match company when you were eighteen. It took years for them to find your match, but you meet the giant austrian man. Will he be a good partner?

Chapter summary: You get a call from your mother regarding your match. You are nervous to meet them, but they turn out to be a pleasant surprise.

Pairing: König x Fem Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Never use this abbreviation without the slashes it is an indigenous slur) 18+ MDNI (no others for this chapter)

Word count: 4.1k (damn thats a lot for me)

Genre: Mostly Fluff a little angst here and there.

A/n: Yo Yo Yo whatup. New fic dropping. This one is black/poc coded but anyone can read. I haven't seen any poc coded cod fics just yet (if you know any send them my way). If you do not like Omegaverse fics please do not read. Also I tried making a cute little mood board, i think it sucks but I tried my best. Konig art credit. (I couldn't find the art credit for the girl). König and reader are neurospicy. I got inspired to do an Apex Alpha König from @ghostlythunderbird go give them some love please. Also this is kinda what I imagine him looking like.

Next Chapter

Chapter One:

His back ached as he climbed the few steps to his door. The passage back to his home was uncomfortable. All König wanted to do with collapse on his bed. The duplex he resided in was decent, the little old woman who rented it to him was very sweet. König had a hard time getting anyone to rent to him. His status as an Apex alpha was concerning for most people. They believed him to be violent and inconsiderate. His landlord is an omega that lives with her alpha mate. König managed to convince her. She thought he was sweet and kind. He opened the foyer door that lead to both apartments. He glanced at the mailbox, wondering if he should wait until morning. Begrudgingly, he took out the small mailbox key and fiddled the metal box open. He grabbed the plethora of mail and closed the box gently. The box was filled up quite a bit as he had not been home in a couple of weeks. 

Heading up the stairs he filed through the mail. Most were junk coupons and magazines, some were credit card sign-up letters. One envelope caught his eye. It had no company name just a large white manila envelope addressed to him. He opened his door and stepped inside placing the mail and his belongings on his couch. He ripped open the envelope and took out a thin book. It had the circular logo of the AOMO, the Alpha Omega Match organization. 

König started at the cover his heartbeat sped up the longer he thought about it. He signed up for the program after a particularly hard mission he had in KorTac. He left and joined the 141 and decided he wanted an omega. A lot of the men in the 141 had partners they could come home to. König wanted that. Most people were too afraid to be in a committed relationship with him. König often settled for one-night stands with betas but it left him feeling empty. He opened the packet to the first page.

'Congratulations!' The first word read. His heart beat harder the more he read. 

'We have found you a match!' König's heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. 

'In the plastic wrap, we've provided a fresh scent sample from your potential match. If you like the scent of your match, please send us a scent sample from you as soon as possible.' 

König gripped the packet and leaned over the table, putting his weight on the table. He took a deep breath, he felt a mix of fear and excitement. When he signed up he was not hopeful for a match. He assumed his situation was too complicated for them. He flipped through the packet before reading the rest searching for the scent sample. A plastic bag fell out onto the table. It was sealed and had a verification sticker assuring its authenticity. König picked up the bag carefully. It had a square of white fabric inside it. He took his hood off before opening the bag gingerly. The scent instantly made his knees weak. This Omega had a warm and spicy scent. Coconut and sugary vanilla with hints of sandalwood. König stuffed his nose into the bag inhaling the deep rich smell of this Omega. 

König sealed the scent sample wanting to savor it. He opened the packet back up to the first page. It said once he mailed his scent sample and was approved by his match, they would arrange a meeting with him and his match. There was more information about this Omega and their family along with the reasoning for them picking them. They informed him that this omega was a twenty-six-year-old female. Her father is also an Apex Alpha, he is retired American military. They did not provide a picture of any matches because they wanted the connection to be based on instinct rather than looks. Her mother is an Omega that works as a teacher. There is not much else about the Omega but, König is hopeful. He reads the instructions to send his scent sample. They provided a kit with a form envelope, a small square of fabric, and a plastic bag, almost identical to the one he received from his match. 

'Wash your hands, and rinse any dirt off of your scent glands.'

'Then remove the fabric from the plastic.'

'Rub the fabric on your clean scent glands for 20-25 minutes.'

'Seal the fabric thoroughly in the bag provided .'

He shed his vest and protective gear, the last thing he wanted was for her to smell dust and gunpowder on him. König tried to quell his excitement as he followed the directions. Rushing to his bathroom and then back to his dining room. The fabric square was slightly smaller than his palm. He cupped the crook of his neck, sandwiching the fabric between his hand and his neck. He rubbed gently filling it with his scent. He read the rest of the packet as he rubbed. The rest was mostly semantics about the company and its policies. He combed it a few more times trying to memorize every piece of information about his Omega. 

König smiled gently, he shouldn't think of her as his yet. She smelled so good, too good for him. He smelled the cloth every once in a while to ensure his scent was potent enough. When he was done he placed it in the bag and sealed it. He filled out the form and packed the pre-paid envelope neatly. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment to go to the mail drop-off on the corner of the block. He needed to send it today, he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't. He walked back to his apartment having long forgotten about his back pain. 

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You looked at the list on your phone pushing your shopping cart. Buying the week's groceries had fallen to you this time as your mother was dealing with state testing for her students and your dad was on a hunting trip. You maneuvered the isles expertly collecting the items on your list. As well as some extra sweet snacks you like to indulge in much to our mother's chagrin. You were about to put a pack of Oreos in the cart when your mom called.

“Hello?” You answered but all you can hear was excited screeching. You held the phone away from your ear until she quieted down. 

“He accepted you!!!” She screamed. 

“What? Mom, you're too loud.” 

“The match company! The match they picked liked your scent.” She giggled. 

You were slightly stunned. Your parents signed you up for the AOMO when you were eighteen. You weren't that on board with it but you let them. You know they only want the best for you. You kept sending scent samples every year but they never got back to you about anything. Now, six years later they show up with a match for you. 

“I just got the call, they're sending a scent sample for you right now it's gonna get here in a few days.” 

“Wow...” That was all you managed to say. 

“Now I know this wasn't your ideal way to meet someone, but just please be open-minded sweetheart.” 

You sighed. “I will. I'm finishing up at the grocery and I'll head home.”

“Alright, I'm gonna be home soon too, bye sweetie.” 

You hung up the phone and stood in the aisle. You placed the pack of Oreos in the cart and moved to get the rest of the items before checking out. 

When you arrived home your mother was there waiting. She squealed and hugged you before helping you take the grocery bags inside. 

“I am so excited for you! I have heard so many good things about the AOMO. I bet whoever they picked is gonna be great.”

“Let's hope.” You say. 

The next few days went by quickly. You dove into writing your next few chapters to take your mind off of the match. The sequel to your best-selling fantasy novel was underway. Your days consisted of writing, planning, engaging with fans, and talking to your editor. You typed out the outline for the next few chapters when you heard a knock. 

“Come in.” You said. 

Your mother walked in holding a large envelope. “Guess what came today?” She said excitedly. 

 Your heart thumped with anxiety. She placed the envelope on your desk.

“I’ll leave you to it, let me know if you like them.” She sauntered out of the room happily. 

You picked up the envelope and opened it pulling out a packet of information. You flipped to the first page. 

‘Congratulations!’ It read. 

‘The match we have chosen for you wants to meet you. Once you contact us with your acceptance of their scent, we will arrange for them to meet you and your family with the chaperone of one AOMO agents to facilitate. The two of you will go on a date and get to know each other before deciding whether to move forward. If you do not accept the scent, we will put you back in our database to be matched with someone else.’ 

In the middle of the pages, there was a plastic bag with a white cloth in it. You picked it up and sighed. You doubted you would like the scent. Most alphas were off-putting to you, either way too strong of a scent of they smelled like dishwater. You opened the bag casually and took a whiff. Your inner Omega preened at the musk that erupted from the bag. 

“Oh my…” You inhaled deeply. 

This Alpha…smelled good? He smelled like chocolate and dark roast espresso. There were some hints of fresh baked bread and cinnamon. You caught yourself before you got lost in his scent. You sealed the bag up and took a breath. Maybe, this would be a good experience for you. You scanned through the rest of the information looking over what little they provide about this Alpha. He is a male Alpha, non-American but they did not specify what country. The only other thing they said about him was that his demeanor was shy and that he is military. The instructions said to call the number if you wanted to meet him. You reached for your phone a little too eagerly and dialed the number. A woman’s voice answered.

“Hi, you’ve reached the Alpha Omega Match organization how may I help you?”

“Hi, um I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail, and I want to meet him.” You said awkwardly.

“What’s your name and date of birth?” You told her, nervously. 

“Please hold while I transfer you.” 

The light piano hold music came on, you fidgeted with your sleeve. 

“This is Kara, how may I help you?”

“Oh hi, I got an Alpha’s scent in the mail and I would like to meet him.”

“Alright, let me get your file from reception she’s sending it right now…Ah got it. Oooh ok great I am your agent that will be facilitating this meeting. Your parents will want to meet him yes?”

“Definitely.”

“Ok so, what we will do is you and your parents will meet me at a public space of your choice then. I will bring you to meet the Alpha first, then your parents. We like to keep parent meetings brief as they tend to try and challenge the Alpha. I will have you know, this Alpha is an Apex like your dad. That is one of the reasons we chose you as his match, you have experience with an Apex. Will you be comfortable with all that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Your head was reeling from all this information. Great, I see you guys are in New York City which is one of my favorite places to visit. Do you have anywhere in mind to meet?” 

“Um, we could do the Highline, there’s food, and it's pretty.” 

“Oh, that’s a great idea let me write it down here. How does September ninth at noon sound to you? A weekday so there are not too many people.” 

Your heart jumped, that’s in two days.

“Uh, sure.” 

“Alright, I will send you a follow-up email regarding our plans all you need to do is confirm. Your match will be notified, and his flight will be booked as soon as we receive confirmation. Do you have any other questions?” 

“No not at the moment.” 

“Ok, don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any concerns. I will see you in a few days.” 

“Bye.” 

You put your phone on your desk and walked out of your room. Your mother was standing a few feet away from your door. When she noticed you, her face lit up.

“So? How was the scent? Are you meeting them?” 

You smiled and nodded “Yup, in two days.” 

She squealed and captured you in a bone-crushing hug.

“I can’t wait! Let’s go tell your father!” She practically ran down the hall. 

You walked to your living room where your otherwise stoic-looking dad was watching TV. 

“Tell us about them, sweetheart.” Your mother said. Your dad turned the volume on the TV down and looked at you expectantly.

“Well, I don’t know much but, I know he’s not American and that he might be shy…He smells good.” 

“That’s important, I hope you wouldn’t pick someone who smells like shit.” Your dad chimed in. 

“He’s also military, and an Apex.” You added quickly. 

Your mother gasped quietly, and your father raised his eyebrows.

“Now that’s intriguing.” Your mom said smiling.

“You already booked a meeting with him?” Your dad asked. You nodded. 

“You should’ve asked me first.” He pinched his nose bridge in annoyance. 

“Well, he’s my match and I wanted to meet him.”

“Apex Alphas are dangerous. I would know.”

“Oh, please honey it’ll be fine.” Your mother ridiculed him.

“It’s my choice, Dad. You guys are the ones who signed up, I finally got a match, so I want to see it through. If it doesn’t work out, then I’ll call it off.”

Your father growled lowly. “Fine.”

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Your mother insisted to dress you in a cutesy outfit, so you let her have her moment. She dressed you in a dark floral dress that hugged your curves just right. She added dainty jewelry along with your protective collar. You didn’t usually wear it but again, she insisted. She did your hair half up half down. Your dad was waiting by the front door with your mom’s purse in hand. 

The train ride there was silent, your mother looked utterly content while your father was peeved about this whole situation. You arrived at the station and walked to the Highline. You got a text from Kara telling you what she looked like and where she was. She was wearing a dark blue pencil skirt and a white blouse. She stood up as you and your family approached. You stuck your hand out to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you guys, come sit.” She said motioning to the bench she was on. 

Your father stayed standing while you and your mother took a seat next to her. 

“So, there are some things I want to go over with you all and then I’ll talk to you privately and do the official meeting ok?”

“He’s here?” You said in an almost panicked tone.

Kara chuckled. “He is here but I left him to wait somewhere out of sight for now.”

She continued. “His name is König, he was born in Austria. When we did his psyche and personality evaluations, we found that he has neurodivergent tendencies, like you. Our matches with people that have a similar way of communicating have gone well.”

“Wait, neurodivergent?” Your mom chimed in. 

“Yes, your daughter did show signs of some behavioral abnormalities, but she is high functioning.”

“I told you that Mom.” You say giving her a deadpan look. Your mother looked down and gave a small ‘hmm’. Kara continued. 

“He does struggle with social anxiety so please be patient with him. Other than that, he currently lives in Amsterdam, if you choose to go forward that is where you will live.”

Your dad finally spoke “Is Amsterdam safe for people like us?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh yes, Amsterdam has many people from different places and backgrounds. It is one of the most popular immigration and tourist countries, don’t worry.”

“Alright, how about you come with me, and we’ll get your meeting started.”

Kara led you away, you turned and did a small wave to your parents your mom smiled back at you warmly. 

“So, I will be in contact with you the whole time. If you want to go just say the word, I am never going to be more than a couple minutes away. Honestly, I don’t think you’ll have any issues with him.” 

She led you to a restaurant below the high line, it had indoor and outdoor seating. There were a lot of people laughing and drinking. Your heartbeat sped up as you scanned the crowd. The scent of food entered your nose. Everyone’s scent in the dining area mixed into an indescribable concoction. Among the borderline overwhelming smells, you got a hint of something familiar, espresso. 

You scanned the large room trying to pinpoint where it was coming from or if you were just imagining it. I dark figure near the corner of the room caught your eye. He looked way too large for the chair he was sitting in. He was looking down at his hands, dirty blonde hair covered his forehead. He was wearing a black cloth mask along with a form-fitting black shirt. As soon as you walked in he raised his head. You looked away pretending you weren't staring at him. Kara led you straight to his table.

“This is König.” She gestured to him. 

He stood up to shake your hand still keeping himself hunched at the waist to appear smaller. You shook his hand and smiled as you introduced yourself. He nodded and said a small 'hmm' to acknowledge you. 

“Alright, I'll be near. Have fun.” Kara left swiftly.

You sat down in the chair across from him as he did the same. A wave of anxiety came as you did, not knowing how to break the ice with him. You picked up the menu and scanned it.

“Did you order yet?” You ask.

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Well thank you, what looks good?” 

“The Steak frites look pretty good.” He glued his menu.

“I'm excited for dessert, they have chocolate cheesecake.”

He chuckled and it made your stomach flip.

“You like sweets?” He asked.

“Very much.” You smile at him. 

The waitress came over and asked if you wanted any drinks. König looked at you, waiting for you to order first. 

“I'll try the elderberry gin and tonic.” You said.

 Konig was about to order when the table next to us erupted in loud laughter. He jumped slightly before answering the waitress. 

“I'll get the house Lager.” He said. 

The waitress left to grab the drinks. The adjacent table was still very loud. The group of friends hollering and screaming obviously day drunk. Konig had his head slightly turned away from them in an attempt to lessen the noise. It was subtle but you could tell. You reached into your bag and brought out a pair of foldable headphones. You turned on the noise cancellation and gave them to him. He looked slightly confused. 

“Put them on.” You encourage him. 

When he did the noise muffled and the restaurant was much quieter. You could see the tension in his shoulders ease by the second. His scent sweetened

“Is that better? Can you hear me ok?” 

König swears he could've kissed you right then and there, but he settles on a nod. 

“Thank you, Leibe.” 

“No problem.”

The waitress came by with the drinks and asked if the two of you are ready to order entrees. You ordered the fish and König ordered the Steak. While you waited, you two had a pleasant small talk about his flight and how he is enjoying his visit. He hesitated to take off his mask at first so you focused on your menu to give him the space to be comfortable with you. You glanced up and took in his face. He was beautiful, he had scars on his face that added ruggedness to his chiseled features. König noticed your scent amplify as you gazed at him. His inner alpha pushed him to be closer, to know more about you.

“So, you're in the military?” 

He nods. “I work for a military contractor. Do you work?”

“Sort of, I'm an author so I work from home.”

“That is nice, are you published?” König was secretly very happy he'd get to have you at home all day. 

“Yes, I am. I'm working on my sequel right now. Do you like to read? Or, do you read in German?” 

He chuckled. “I have not had much time to read lately, but I will now.”

“Well, you have to buy my book of course.” You giggled. 

König nearly fell off his chair at the sound. This Omega was everything he wanted. He prayed to whatever god was up there that you felt something with him. By the time the food came you both fell into a comfortable rhythm. He asked about your childhood and hobbies. It was a change of pace, most Alphas are very self-centered, but he is putting effort into getting to know you. The food came out and you both ate. He offered bites of his food for you to try which you happily returned the favor. By the time you finished your food, you hadn't noticed how much time has gone by. Kara texted you to check-in. 

'Hey, so I saw things were going well so I let you guys talk for an hour and a half but, your parents are getting antsy. Are you guys ready to see your parents?' 

“Oh, Kara is asking if we're ready to see my parents.” 

König fiddled with his fork. “I'm ready.” 

He paid the bill and you both left the restaurant. You took in the full size of the Alpha you matched with. He was no less than a giant. He held the door for you but stopped before he walked through. 

“I forgot something, I'll be back.” He walked back into the restaurant. 

Kara walked up to you. “How did it go?” 

“I...really like him...”

“I know, that feeling is scary. I think you guys are a wonderful match.”

König came out holding a small to-go box. He handed it to you, you could tell he was smiling under his mask. 

“What's this?”

Inside the box was a slice of chocolate cheesecake and a fork.

“We forgot to order dessert.” 

You were stunned, you didn't think there could be Alphas that were so thoughtful. Your inner Omega soared, this Alpha was courting you so well. 

“Thank you, König, that's really sweet.” 

“Ah, here they are.” Kara said. 

Your parents walked up to the three of you. Your mother had a surprised but happy look on her face. Your father kept his deadpan face from earlier, not a good sign. 

“Wow, sweetheart you caught a big one!” Your mom chuckled. 

“Parents, this is König.” Kara said. 

Your mother introduced herself and your father as he stood there sizing up the taller Apex. 

“Alright, let's keep things brief parents do you have any questions for König?”

“Well, as long as she likes him I don't.” Your mother said. 

“Can you protect her?” Your dad asked putting some venom behind his words. 

“I would never let anything happen to her sir. You have my word.” König answered without hesitation. 

Your dad nodded and looked at you. “You like him?”

“...Yeah I do.” 

“Alright then, that's all that matters.” 

“Well, I think it's safe to say that the match is made. I will contact you for the next steps. Parents, let's let them say goodbye.” Kara led your parents away.

You turned to König. “Thank you for meeting with me, I had a really good time.” You saw a faint blush at the top of his mask. 

“I also had a good time, liebe.” 

“What does that mean?”

“Ah...it means love.” 

“Oh well...” You motioned for him to come bend down close to you.

When he got close enough you pecked his cheek. 

“I'll see you soon, love.” 

#konig x reader #konig x you #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig fluff #omegaverse #omega reader #alpha konig #cod mwii fanfic #cod mwii #a/b/o fic #tw a/b/o #call of duty #call of duty fic #call of duty mwii #call of duty fanfic #könig #könig x y/n #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig fanfiction

[sbeep]

Cool reminder to not treat artists online like they are there to cater to your whims and wants as an audience. We’re not giant media conglomerates or just churning out “””content””” and it’s not fair to ask people making art for themself and for fun to tick boxes on representing everything under the sun. Doubly relevant when enjoying work made by PoC and queer creatives 👍

#i see someone on the timeline most weeks get hit with the 'why dont you do more of This' or 'can you draw more of that' #the answer is almost always 'commission them' or 'no sorry' #Rocky Horror Picture Show Gif 'I didnt make him for you'

[virginiaisforhaters]

i think the thing that gets me the most is that jordan peele movies are not difficult to understand, but people still dont get it and at a certain point it seems almost willful or intentional not to understand anything outside the marvel formula, especially when it comes to movies about the othering or abuse or marginalization of POC. he is a very accomplished writer and director, who skillfully finds the middle ground between throwing ideas in your face and obscuring them in shadows. “whats up with the shoe tho????” its a bad miracle, or its a false memory in jupes mind obscuring his trauma, or hes waiting for the other shoe to drop, or its just something to set the tone. either way, its not about the shoe, its about everything. you just watched a giant hungry predatory camera graphically digest a bunch of people and spit them out, just like the film industry chews people up and spits them out, but the shoe is the thing you cant get past. “what was the point of the monkey scene” its the most pivotal scene in the entire movie, thats the point. its about exploitation, its about trauma, its about the abuse of animal and child actors to manufacture spectacle. thats the entire point of everything, and he didnt exactly spoon feed it to you but its not like you have to have a film degree to get this. you tell me what you think the shoe means. sit with the idea, consider the possibilities.   

#nope spoilers #nope 2022 spoilers #jordan peele #nope 2022

[zombholic]

TATTOOS & ETC. — abby anderson

summary — y/n visits las vegas for vacation before college starts, she gets her first big tattoo piece there only to meet the owner of the shop.

description — tattoo artist!abby, poc fem!reader, obviously older abby, modern au, cant write smut so dont expect it, and ofc its gonna be a long story.

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“So I booked a tattoo appointment for tomorrow, the artist had someone cancel and she filled me in.” You smiled talking to your friend who came along with you on your vacation before university.

“Wait it’s that wrap around tattoo you wanted on your thigh right?” She asked as she took a sip of her alcoholic drink.

“Yes, dude you know how long I’ve been wanting that for!” The piece was gonna break your bank account but your girl math said it was basically free since it would be on for the rest of your life.

The morning of the appointment you decided to wear baggy sweats and a black wife pleaser, couldn’t risk anything rubbing against your new collection to your body.

You walked inside hearing the little bell chime as the door opened, you walked up to the small desk to meet a young girl with tattoos scattered along her arms and neck.

“Hey, appointment or walk in?” She smiled cheerfully looking up from her computer and at you.

“Appointment with Jasmine, I’m y/n” You leaned forward on the desk returning a small smile, she had you follow her to the back and had you sit on the chair telling you that Jasmine will meet you in a minute.

“Hey Y/n! How you feeling?” A short masculine woman sat in her rolling chair sliding over to you with toothiest smile, a small gem glued on her canine that blinged with the light.

“Feeling a little nervous but i’ve been wanting this tattoo for a year now, kinda stalked your page and I love the way you draw floral pieces.” You complimented her work, she was truly talented.

She had asked you to remove your sweats, now in your boy shorts and laying on your side after she applied the stencil. The buzzing of the gun started making you nervous but you being you kept your cool, the needle now digging into your plush thighs had you clenching your jaw.

You went on your phone trying to distract yourself from the painful spots she was doing, you heard the bell from the front door jingle followed by a couple of greetings before a tall, muscular woman who was covered in art walk into the back where you were.

“Hey Jazz.” She greeted your artist, her voice made you want to squeeze your legs together.

“Hey Abby, what’re you doing here? isn’t it your day off?” Jasmine paused for a moment to talk to Abby before focusing back on you. She asked you to lay on your back and spread your legs so she could finish the inner thigh part.

“This part will hurt so just tell me if you need anything ok?” The artist reassured you, nodding your head she came back down with the needle.

“Fuck, oh my god.” You bit down on your fist, squeezing your eyes shut, your chest heaving.

“I’m the owner dumbass, I have paperwork shit to do.” She chuckled, her blue eyes now on you and your tattoo.

“That’s a gorgeous piece.” Abby complimented, her giant arms crossing her chest as she now focused on your thigh.

“Yeah and it hurts like a motherfucker.” You giggled looking up at her.

Abby swore her heart started beating out her chest when she saw you look at her, she was definitely calling you the gorgeous piece she just couldn’t keep her eyes off you.

“Here hold my arm, I know how badly that part hurts.” You took her arm, digging your short nails into her forearm god for some reason she was turned on by you being in pain.

When the inner thigh part was finished you released your hand from Abby, quickly apologizing for hurting her.

“You’re fine sweetheart, didn’t even feel it.” A chuckle escaped her lips, winking at you before walking off to where you could assume was her office.

“Annnd you’re all done girl!” Your artist wrapped your thigh, looking in the body mirror you couldn’t stop cheesing.

“You are literally so fucking talented what?” Your comment made her blush.

“Gonna leave without letting me see?” Abby’s voice came from behind, you looked up at the mirror to see the blonde walk up behind you.

“She can have my whole bank account” You turned around to show her the beautiful piece wrapped around your thigh.

“Here, lemme walk you to the front.” Abby smiled as you had slid back into your sweats and walked over to the desk.

Abby leaned forward while on the computer, you would honestly thank her if she punched you in the face right now.

“Want a picture sweetheart?” She joked, a cocky grin plastering her face as she looked at you.

“I think I want your number more.” You impressed her with your boldness, majority of people being so deathly afraid of her.

“Yes ma’am.” She licked her lips, taking your phone and adding her contact.

“I’ll text you the details for our date on Friday.” Abby laughed but she wasn’t joking, this was her asking you out and you happily accepted.

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authors note — guys was this good … and do yall want another part EHEHEHEHE also like thank you @atomicami for basically inventing tattoo artist!abby 😩🫶🏼

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #abby anderson #the last of us ii #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson imagine #tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou abby #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby x reader #abby anderson x f!reader #abby anderson x y/n #tattoo artist!abby