✶❟ As the middle child, she spent much of her royal life feeling invisible. Whenever Komand'r and Koriand'r fought, she would always intervene, but her own needs were ignored. That is why, on Earth, she sometimes chooses to be completely silent, enjoying the peace of not having to mediate a single conflict.
✶❟ If she falls deeply in love, she doesn't express it with words, but through an act of vibratory synchronization. She creates a small pulse of pink energy that temporarily synchronizes her heartbeat with her partner's. To her, this is the most profound 'union vow' of Tamaran, and it is irreversible.
✶❟ Her curly blue hair is an erogenous zone. If her partner touches it gently, her energy accelerates, and she can feel a sort of pleasant 'discharge.' It is her subtlest and most tender way of flirting.
✶❟ Due to her sister Blackfire's betrayal, she has a profound fear of being manipulated or used, especially if her partner comes from a planet where politics and lies are common. This can lead her to test her partner with unexpected questions or situations.
✶❟ In the court of Tamaran, the open and messy expression of emotions was seen as vulgar, especially for the daughter expected to be the mediator and the most balanced. She spent decades actively suppressing her natural laughter. Therefore, when a joke truly hits her, her body doesn't know how to handle it, resulting in that high-pitched, squeaky, and hysterical sound.
↳ Dick is one of the few who can successfully provoke her, usually with a silly face or a perfectly timed ironic comment. When she bursts out laughing like that, Dick finds it incredibly attractive because he knows he has managed to break through her emotional barrier. To them, it is their purest form of intimacy.
✶❟ She can sense through air vibrations when someone's heart rate doesn't match their words. She doesn't use this to judge, but to gently ask: 'Your vibration says you are sad, even though your words say you are fine. Do you want a milkshake?'
✶❟ She prefers silk clothing and flowing fabrics, generally in pastel and cream tones that contrast with her turquoise-blue hair. She doesn't like heavy jewelry; she prefers small gold threads that seem to float over her golden skin.
✶❟ For her, the greatest sign of trust in a relationship is not sex or romantic words, but comfortable silence. She looks for someone she can sit with to read or simply watch the sunset without the need to fill the void with noise.
✶❟ She loves to cook, but her dishes are strange. She mixes Tamaranian ingredients from her ship with Earth food. The result is usually something visually beautiful and glowing, but with a flavor that can be too intense for a normal human (like a spiciness that literally makes you float).
✶❟ In her Earth identity, she could easily work in Human Resources or as a crisis psychologist. She has an innate ability to de-escalate conflicts in an office or a hospital with just a few well-chosen words.
✶❟ She spends several mornings a week at 'difficult' animal shelters. She has a gift for calming the most aggressive dogs or the most frightened cats simply by sitting silently near them until their rhythms synchronize.
✶❟ Ice skating is her favorite Earth sport. The combination of elegance, the cold, and the fluid gliding reminds her of flying through the air currents of the mountains on Tamaran, but with the added challenge of Earth's gravity.
✶❟ Her immense turquoise-blue mane requires hours of care. She uses natural oils from Earth flowers and has a carved wooden comb that is her oldest possession. When she brushes her hair, she usually floats a few inches off the ground out of pure relaxation.
✶❟ She cannot stand artificial white or fluorescent light; she says it 'itches' her golden skin. Her home is filled with salt lamps, candles, and warm, dim lights that create an atmosphere of perpetual sunset.
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GATOR!!! GIVE ME YOUR HEADCANONS OF AN INVINCIBLE CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOICE WITH A TAMARANEAN READER AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!
*kneels before you like a fucked up yaoi squire*
anyways, can you tell I love tamaraneans? Cause I love them. My beloved humanoid cat gladiators <3. They should be able to purr along side the laser eyes, tbh.
ps. Congrats on the internship, king 👑
Mark Grayson x Tamaranean male reader
Headcanons
*sits on my throne like a yaoi king, with a comically big crown and scepter*
Hey gamers, sorry for the lack of posting, my internship is busy and I use most of my free time on artfight, lmao. But here I am, enjoy. Have some Tamaranean headcanons as well.
I think its a bit of an accepted fact that Mark likes redheads, right? Just like Dick Grayson, sigh. Those Graysons and their redheads.
So, Mark would immediately think a Tamaranean would be pretty. When you turn out to be really nice and approachable too? Well, hes sold.
Tamaraneans are a people fueled a lot by emotions, meaning they love fiercly and hate just as strongly, so Mark feels overwhelmed when you guys become friends, and you are all over him.
He doesn't know what to do with himself when you kiss his cheek and cuddle him platonically. You being as strong as you are adds to it too, as it's been a while since he's been able to just hug and squeeze someone.
It's hard to say who falls first, or who falls hardest. Mark is so brave and bright that it's impossible not to fall in love with him. And you are so approachable and kind, how can he not?
But you guys start dating, at some point. It most likely happens sometimes post season 2, even season 3, so you fight alongside him when everything happens, ya know?
Now on to alien biology, hehe :3ccc
As Viltrumites run hotter than humans, tamaranean reader would be so comfy cuddling Mark, just draped over him and melting.
Mark is so taken with the readers hair, especially when you guys are flying and it looks like it's on fire. Expect Mark to circle you on the regular, no matter how long you two have been dating.
I think tamaraneans purr, but it's a bit more guttural in sound. Think like the noises big cats do instead of the purr small cats do. As they are a very emotion-based people, tamaraneans purr very easily too.
Mark realizes after a while that your pupils do shrink and grow. It's not to the same degree as cats, but he can noticeably see them widen when you look at him, and shrink when you look at Cecil.
Tamaraneans with claws? Tamaraneans with claws. They can be flicked in and out like a cat, and aren't typically used.
As Viltrumites don't purr or the like, Mark is fascinated and loves all the little alien noises you make, or things you do. You'll catch him admiring you a lot, but that's just in general.
I feel like viltrumites and tamaraneans know each other, since they're both strong alien species, if that makes sense. Theres probs been a lot of fighting in the past.
This makes Mark so scared and nervous about meeting your family when the time comes. You can only really just sit back as he paces and works himself into a tizzy.
Only way to get him to stop is to hug him, hold him, and tell him all the things you love about him, and to reassure him that your family will love him, because you love him.
Some of your family may be somewhat cautious when they meet Mark, especially when they learn he's a viltrumite. But they they're all shown he's nothing like other viltrumites, then he's accepted with open arms.
Mark just ends up stuck between a lot of purring tamaraneans, who are asking him so many questions. About him, about you, your relationship, his plans, your plans, etc, etc.
Your family can be a lot, even for you, so at the end of the day you guys can go back to your room and just relax, or more if that's what ya want.
Its exhausting but also satisfying in a way. You two do have a feeling that your parents, aunts and uncles, are already planning your wedding, but thats for later.
You know what I need more eve being happy may I please request her dating starfire. [it could starfire!Reader]
Starfire crashing on eath and kissing eve on the lips to learn the language of eath and them later on dating, eve teaching about earth and starfire about Tamaran and her being a princess.
Starfire finding her pink hero outfit adorable and her powers beautiful always completing eve.
My favourite outfit is of Starfire 2015 and just because I think starfire was though a warrior can show of her skin in confidence.
Imagine her and eve going to tamaran to defeat her sister and starfire making her royalty 🥹
A Binary Star
“Must We Always Be Heroes? Are We Capable Of Nothing Else? Can We Not, For A Few Moments, Be Something More?"
Atom Eve X Tamaranean/Starfire!Reader
w/c: 1.7k
a/n: So— I didn’t quite go with the scenarios you gave and more so just a small “In the daily life” with a established relationship, plus a little bit of a look into Eve actually doing college work, I really hope that’s okay and you still enjoy the oneshot anyway ((also, STS chapter hopefully soon. prepping for Art Fight is the worst and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy))
You couldn’t quite recall how long the two of you had been sitting at this small wooden table.
Time had started to blur somewhere between the third stack of paper cutouts and the moment Eve decided that “this one definitely needs to fit the aesthetic better with more integrity,” which apparently meant adding an extra fold and a hopeful squint.
Cutting, passing, folding, repeating.
You trimmed sheets of colored paper into neat little segments and handed them across the table. Eve took them with quick, practiced hands, transforming them into tiny pieces. Walls, chairs, something you couldn’t quite recognize but Eve insisted was important and necessary regardless.
It was methodical. Repetitive in a way you normally didn’t mind.
Normally.
But your attention had drifted a long time ago, tugged away by the chirps of Earth animals through the large opening of the arboreal house Eve had constructed, and the way Eve bit her lower lip in concentration every time she tried to align a miniature corner just right.
You set the scissors down with a soft clink.
“Remind me again,” you said, leaning back in your chair, “why are we doing this?”
Eve didn’t look up right away. She dabbed adhesive along the edge of a folded paper strip and pressed it carefully onto what looked like a tiny wall frame.
“For my interior design class,” she said simply, like that explained everything about the universe.
“As you have said,” you replied, gesturing vaguely at the chaos of paper architecture spread across the table. “But I do not understand the lesson in… this.”
“Well,” Eve finally glanced up, smiling, “this isn’t really the lesson.”
That made you pause. “It is not?”
She shook her head. “More like a test. To see if I can actually use what I’ve learned.”
You squinted at the miniature structure. “How is this the test?”
Eve slid her chair closer, the legs scraping softly against the floor. Before you could even react, her arm looped through yours, casual and familiar, like it had always belonged there.
“You know how I’ve been studying a lot these past few weeks?” she asked.
“With the book,” you said.
She nodded, leaning her head lightly against your shoulder as she reached for another strip of paper. “I learned all the rules and regulations, and now it’s time for me to prove I know how to implement them.”
“By making… a small room?”
“By making a functional spatial model,” she corrected lightly.
You gave her a look.
She grinned. “A small room.”
That earned a quiet laugh from you, the tension in your shoulders loosening in spite of your confusion. You picked up the scissors again but didn’t immediately use them.
Eve, meanwhile, was already assembling another piece. Her fingers glowed faintly pink for a fraction of a second as she appeared to fuse the pieces together. The glow vanished just as quickly.
Across the room, sunlight shifted as Eve moved, catching in her hair.
She looked… happy? Content, maybe.
Not quite the fleeting happiness that came and went with victories or jokes, but something steadier. Domestic, if you had to place a label on it.
Domesticity was something you weren’t accustomed to, but it was something you enjoyed greatly.
It suited her.
And yet—
“You are overworking yourself again,” you said softly.
Eve paused mid-fold. “I am not.”
“You are.”
“I’m just decorating a room with paper.”
“That is not what I mean.”
She sighed, but it wasn’t annoyed. More like resigned affection. “I’m fine.”
You didn’t believe her. Not entirely.
But you also didn’t push. Instead, you picked up another sheet of paper and began cutting again. And the rhythm returned.
Snip, pass, fold.
For a while, the only sound was paper shifting and the faint rustle of Eve humming under her breath.
Then she spoke again.
“You know,” she said, “you’re really good at this.”
“At cutting paper?”
“At… staying here,” she clarified.
That made you look at her.
Eve wasn’t looking back. She was focused on a tiny folded structure in her hands, but her fingers had slowed slightly.
“It’s easy,” you said. “When your planet is the way it is.”
“It’s not,” she replied, quieter now. “Not for most people.”
Something in her tone made you still.
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you reached over and pressed a fingertip against the paper Eve was about to grab. Heat filled your veins as a green flame engulfed the material.
Eve watched you do it.
“I believe it is time for a break,” you said simply as you stood.
“You’re lucky I can just make more and we won’t need to go out and buy more,” she told you.
She stood up from the table. Taking off her cardigan as she stretches her arms above her head. Her joins popped as she let out a small groan as she looked up at the slowly setting sun.
“I like…” she hesitated, searching for the word, “this. Us. Doing normal things.”
Normal. The word sat strangely with you.
“Normal” wasn’t really something you had ever been granted in full. Not even back on Tameran. You set the scissors down again and turned slightly toward her. “Define this ‘normal,’ Samantha.”
She let out a small laugh. “Well, you know— I like… quiet things. Things where nothing is exploding or trying to kill us or emotionally ruin us.”
“That seems like a very low bar.”
“It is, but let’s be honest. We can barely cross that most of the time.”
That earned another laugh from you.
You glanced down at her. Her hands kept moving. Fidgeting with her sleeves as she leaned against the wooden railing that encloses the balcony.
Eve quietly began again, “Can I ask you something kind of random?”
“You may ask me anything,” you said.
She hesitated. “Do you ever miss… your old life?”
The question wasn’t unexpected, but it still landed with weight. You exhaled slowly.
“Yes,” you admitted.
Eve didn’t interrupt.
You continued, choosing your words carefully. “But not in the way I think you mean.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“I miss certainty,” you explained. “On Tamaran, I was told what I was. What I would become. There was comfort in that, even when it was restrictive.”
Eve listened quietly.
“But I do not miss the lack of choice,” you added. “Or the idea that I could not become something else.”
That made her glance at you.
You met her eyes.
“I like this life,” you said. “Because I choose it. Even when it is confusing. Even when it is messy.”
Eve’s expression softened.
“Messy like helping me with everything?”
“Messier.”
She laughed again, and it eased something in the air between you. Eve turned and wrapped her arms around your middle. Her skin was always colder than yours, but in a wonderfully pleasant way.
“I like you,” she said simply.
Your breath caught slightly. Not in surprise, but in the way the words always landed like something precious being carefully placed into your hands.
“I am aware,” you said, your voice gentler than intended.
She narrowed her eyes playfully. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say back.”
“It is truthful, is it not?”
Eve smiled as she rolled her eyes, but there was something more intent behind it now. “I mean it though. I like you in a way that makes everything fun to do.”
You tilted your head slightly. “You consider the making of the project ‘fun’?”
“That’s not the point.”
“I believe it is partially the point.”
She sighed out the nickname she’d given you on your first day on the planet.
You relented, softening. “I like you as well, Eve Wilkins.”
That made her pause.
Just briefly.
Then she leaned forward and rested her forehead against yours. The gesture was simple. Unremarkable, even. But it grounded something deep in your chest.
“I think I needed this today,” she admitted quietly.
“This?”
“You,” she clarified.
You lifted one hand and rested it gently at her upper back, careful and steady. She leaned into it immediately, like she had been waiting for the permission without realizing it.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
The silence wasn’t empty. It had weight to it, comfortable, lived-in. Like the quiet after a long conversation that didn’t need to be finished.
Eve shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. Her hair fell forward a little, framing her face in the soft light. There was something unguarded in her expression now, something she didn’t often let stay for long.
She smiled faintly at your expression, like she enjoyed watching you think through things that didn’t have battle strategies or political structure attached to
Eve tilted her head slightly. “Do you ever get tired of me?”
The question was sudden, but not insecure. More like curiosity wrapped in honesty.
You answered without hesitation. “No.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly, as if she hadn’t expected it to be that immediate.
“No?” she repeated.
“No,” you said again, firmer this time. “I could never.”
She shifted again, loosening her grip just slightly, though she didn’t fully let go. Instead, she just adjusted so her forehead rested against your collarbone for a moment, like she was recalibrating herself against you.
“You’re probably the nicest thing I’ve ever had,” she murmured.
“Should I be worried about that?”
“No,” she said simply. “Just as long as you stay.”
Your hand moved gently along her back in a slow, grounding motion. “As long as I’m able.”
Eve eventually pulled back just enough to look at you, her expression lighter now, almost playful, but softer at the edges than before.
“I’m going to go back to my little paper disaster now,” she said.
“You refer to it as a disaster?”
“Supposed to be made of 3D printed objects.”
“But they are made of the paper.”
“So u can turn them into plastic when I know it’s perfect,” she said immediately.
You gave a small nod. “Like a test for the test?”
Eve laughed, bright and real this time, and leaned up to press a quick, affectionate kiss to your cheek before turning back toward the table.
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Can I request yandere Batman x runaway aline reader where the reader is like Starfire and was Keep in a cell for a long time and she starfie older sister and she being hunted down by black fire and Star fire bring her to the cave cuz it the safe place and Bruce fall for her and Starfire think the reader as a mother figure please.
Broken: An Alien Reader like Starfire and Blackfire? Starfire and Blackfire are Tamaraneans so the [Reader] is a Runaway Tamaranean. Hm...
Mask: What if she's younger than Blackfire but older than Starfire?
Broken: Okay, now, let's find out what happens by letting the words weave together!
Tamaran - Home of the Tamaraneans: An Alien Warrior Race is well known throughout the cosmos. Ruled by the Tamaranean Royal Family and the 3 Princess that were in line for the throne.
Blackfire - the eldest of the princesses and self-proclaimed 'Better Fighter' amongst her sisters but that was false when proven the battlefield against her younger sister.
[Reader] - the second princess and the best fighter amongst the entire race of fighters but she was kinder than her elder sister, who wouldn't even give their youngest sister the time of day.
Starfire - the youngest of the Tamaranean Sisters was the kindest one of all and was willing to be friends with anyone but she didn't have a lot of friends, and her eldest sister didn't like hanging out with her, this left [Reader] to take care of Starfire all the time.
When the queen and king decided the name of a successor amongst their daughters - there was a grand fight that [Reader] won but refused the rule, but she was not given a choice thus leading her to run away from her home and sisters.
[Reader] ran away to Earth with Blackfire on her tail - it wasn't known if Blackfire was asked to bring [Reader] back home or if she wanted to prove that she was the better fighter than [Reader] and take the throne for herself, but she had chased her through the stars and galaxies before losing her in a foreign galaxy, letting [Reader] flee to the Milky Way.
When Starfire went to Earth and joined the Teen Titans, [Reader] reappeared when the Titans were having a hard time with a villain and the two sisters were reunited. Robin ended up telling Batman about [Reader], making the Dark Knight watch her with great interest.
When Batman managed to meet [Reader], the princess was interested in Bruce too and the two of them began going on missions together before they began dating and everyone seemed to be alight with it...except Starfire, who expressed her dislike of her sister/mother figure dating anyone and not having more time for her.
