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luveline · 7 months

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Hi! I just read Prince steve's shot of the steampunk au and god, I loved it. I saw below it said you could make a request for it, so I wanted to know if you could do one about the how they met. I know it's mentioned, but I'd like to see what it was like at the time, if it's not too much trouble.

PS: qmo how you write, you are one of my role models 💕.

prince!steve au ♡ fem, 1.1k

Young people stand like dominoes in the sun, teetering, waiting to topple in on one another if given reason. Nine days of bated breath, the city waits in a ramping anticipation for Prince Steven to meet his soulmate.

You're almost hoping it isn't you so you can go home and rest your aching legs. Hours in the warm summer air, your worst dress sticking to the back of your clammy knees. You're not fit to meet the Prince. But… if you meet the Prince, and you were to somehow be his soulmate, you'd live an easy life.

You'd live in a Palace, wear the finest clothes, eat the nicest foods (three times a day!). You could spend your days lounging under crystal chandeliers eating plates of fruit and expensive cheeses, air-conditioned and always smelling of vanilla, or sandalwood, or saffron. You've never tried saffron perfume, but it's the most expensive at the apothecary.

The line mills shorter. You follow close to the heels of a girl dressed in better finery, a cherry red dress that looks like it's made of thin sheets of glass, her dark hair coiled in sweet cherubic curls at the back of her neck. They bounce with every step you take closer to the pedestal. You attach your attention to them, following the winding twist of them to the root over and over.

You want very badly to be the Prince's soulmate. You'd be stupid not to want such luxury. But letting yourself believe that it's you out of the tens of thousands of eligible young people is asking to feel disheartened.

You convince yourself for the millionth time that it's not you as you follow the line inside of the royal gardens. Trees with weeping branches arc inward, their leaves kissing and sunlight dappled onto the people below. You feel it warming your skin as you take the final stretch.

Apparently, for the King's soulmate search, he simply held out his arm and let women touch the inside of his palm with their pinky finger. He did this for two days. Prince Steven's search is taking much longer, as he's insisted on greeting and shaking the hands of everyone who's presented themselves.

You wonder what that might feel like. He's a super pretty man, with exactly the sort of smile a Prince might hope to have. Whenever you see him on the holo screens you feel sick, wanting desperately to remain indifferent to him, but knowing you're just like every other silly young person in the kingdom. You want to be a special perfect royal. You want to take his hand and leave behind your disappointing life.

Too bad it's a fantasy.

"Next, please," says a young woman with red hair, looking at you pointedly.

You bite your bottom lip between your teeth and walk determined to the top of the garden. Up three gentle steps and into a Palace of white, pearly stone. There's a long corridor lined with guards who eye you as you draw in. Deemed decidedly undangerous, they let you pass into a makeshift reception. You'd already had your name taken to be allowed in the line; nothing stands in your way of the Prince but chiffon pink curtains that shine like rose honey in the sun and a surprisingly small girl with a sword.

And there, among an audience of officials and important people, sits the Prince. He looks smaller than you imagined, a little tired. The girl with the sword kicks his shin and he perks up, to the ire of the older members of his court.

"Hey," he calls, "don't be shy! And don't be slow, either. Please. I missed dinner last night–" The girl clears her throat. Prince Steven takes on a more princely effect. "Please, come in."

The audience isn't exactly paying attention. Any hope they had for a soul mate today has seemingly passed, and you can hear a few poorly muffled scoffs at your appearance. Surely the girl before you posed a more pleasing possibility. She looked like a princess.

You stall a few paces from him.

He frowns at you. In his garb, his neat clothes, a heavy platinum crown atop his head, he's strangely intimidating. You assumed he'd feel more familiar up close, like buying a gemstone from the catalogues and finding they've sent you zirconium, but it's the opposite.

"Are you okay?" the girl asks.

"She's fine," Prince Steven says, standing up from his ornate chair. He steps down from the short platform, even his steps a princely brand of perfection. "Well you're more than fine," he says to you, and you gather from the get go that he's not flirting with you, only joking to ease your nerves.

He offers his hand.

You take in a breath and approach him with measured steps. Being run through by his personal guards crystal sword isn't on your agenda this week.

All you have to do is touch his hand and go home when nothing happens. You're nervous, but stalling any longer prolongs the awkwardness you've created.

You step forward.

Before your fingers can touch his palm, the feathered lines curled around your opposite wrists begin to glow.

A silence falls.

You take your hand back but the light doesn't fade. It's white, nearly cream in colour, with the density of fog but none of its cold. Prince Steven's eyes are wide and awash, the sun-kissed skin of his arm paled. "You–" he says, stepping forward again.

You take his hand. You have to know.

White light sears and then blooms, like petals unfurling, the source of it indistinguishable from your wrist or his. And then, when you're sure your heart might fall out of your mouth, the light dims. What remains is thin as fairy floss wrapped around your skin and his.

He rubs the meat of your thumb with the tip of his, and that light glows soft pink, like flower jam.

"It's you," he says. He sounds happy, as though you were a pleasant surprise.

You tuck your hand behind your back, and the glow remains. It's you. You're Prince Steven's soul mate.

"She doesn't look much like a princess," someone whispers.

"I wouldn't say that," Prince Steven says, his eyes roving over you without apology. His smile is as authentic as they come. "I think you'd better meet my mother."

"Now?" you ask.

"Afraid so. Don't worry, though, you look pretty." He offers his hand again. "Come on."

He's a prince. You take his hand.

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snailspng · 1 year

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Steampunk PNGs, part 4.

(1. WW1 dice box, 2. Bird brooch from 1870s, 3. Dr Wohler-Saar binocular glasses, 4. Compass ring, 5. Brass chandelier, 6. Book, 7. 1800s magnifying glass, 8. Shoes, 9. Pocket watch)

#png #pngs #transparent #stickers #moodboard #artboard #imageboard #steampunk #shoplook #polyvore

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presidentoneko · 2 days

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hi hiiiii! i know i havent been active on tumblr but i feel like my followers deserve justice with content so have a little concept art ive made with the idea of steampunk stuff

one is a chandelier, the other is a lamppost. these concepts were originally made for one of my college classes but i honestly can see these things being used in my worldbuilding. i plan on making more posts, its just that i dont wanna add too many topics in 1 single thing

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art #small artist #concep #concept art #prop concept art #illustration #krita illustration

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genesisgijinka · 2 months

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I have returned with another essay on worldbuilding.

Part one: Design.

Your world has more animalistic pokemon. Going for a more... Adapted to a real functioning world where physics and biology are mostly in accordance with how it would work here.

My favourite example of this is this post. In it is pictured a Gardevoir. I don't know if the design is still accurate, but said gardevoir is less a funny alien creature and instead an elongated owl.

Another amazing example of this is the Power Scale post. The beastly legendaries and especially Arcy look sick. With "unrealistic" features like Arcy's fence gate being adapted into much more believable features/body parts.

That being said, we get to

Part 1.5: The Point

With most pokemon being animal-ified, there are some where that just isn't realy feasible. Good contenders for this are the magnemite line, a ton of Grass types and otherwise plant pokemon, and a bunch of object pokemon

small list of examples: Chandelure, klefki, Sudowoodo, oddish, bellsprout, shroomish, grimer, gastly, voltorb, Porygon, Koffing, Cofagrigus, and Ditto. (to be honest, ditto needs its own section)

How would you handle pokemon like that?

I kind of like the idea of naturally occuring mechanical life. You open up a dead Magnezone and there's just a load of gears and electric components in there. (imagine steampunk but with electricity instead of steam)

similarly, How would Gijinka of robotic/ object mons work?

Part 2: Pokespeak

In the anime all Pokemon speak Pokespeak. With pokemon being more animalistic, How do you handle them communicating?

Same question with the sentient mons situation from the anime. Most if not all pokemon on the protagonist's team (COUGH Pikachu) are of similar intelligence as a human, they have complex logic, can read, experience the entire spectrum of emotion, can perfectly understand language, etc.

How does that work?

That'll be it for now.

Part 1-1.5

Yep, gardevoir design is still accurate. Most of my design process for figuring out how I'm going to interpret pokemon design is deviating from a lot of common things that I see. Continuing with the gardevoir example, it's one of those pokemon that you don't google bc everyone just turns it into a booby waifu. I looked at the face and kinda went, 'Hey, that looks like the facial disk of an owl,' and started there.

For things that aren't easily interpreted, I switch to scribbling around with shapes. The Arceus fence thing was more inspired by the biblically accurate angels thing from the book of Revelations bc i thought that was funny lol. Sometimes I just give up tho and things like sylveon still gets it's weird ribbon things bc it's a Fey and they are not beholden to normal rules.

Other ways I design pokemon is by trying to figure out what niche they would fill and how would they have evolved to fill it bc nature is bonkers like that and doesn't like empty spaces. The universe of Genesis is absolutely riddled with ambient energy, so you get things like sentient almost-rocks and minerals or florauna creatures that make up plant types since everything is essentially swimming in a sort of low-key primordial soup. Sometimes a loose spirit just really thinks that chandelier is cool looking and would make a good home. The Good Soup™ makes it easier for that spirit to move its new body and now you have a new pokemon! All that loose energy gives life to things that on our world, would not work. But hey, such is magic-science.

There are lots of different paths I can take, so I don't really have a set process of how I generally do it. And there are so many theories of how certain pokemon came to be - either through in-game lore talked about in the pokedex/from NPCs or someone with their red string on the wall making a spider's web of what's going on in the world of pokemon - that I can take some of those and just run with it. For example; you brought up ditto. Congratulations! You've discovered Prime's "siblings," since I'm using the theory that ditto were Rocket's failed attempts at cloning mew. Little blobs that use the energy of the world around them to craft bodies several times their mass and size, using moves that they don't normally learn.

Robotic/object gijinka would depend on which pokemon is the base form. There's a whole lot of human in a gijinka which keeps things to a mostly human base (this is how I ignore the egg types in gijinka when it comes to reproducing and y'know, keeping your culture alive), so it would mostly boil down to types. If someone was of the magnemite line, they'd have iron/steel deposits in places where the skin is thin, like how Heph does on his knuckles, a characteristic of a steel type gijinka. They'd also be more prone to generating static electricity. Or a doctor giving a vanilluxe gijinka a check up has to have a different base body temperature to test against since ice types have a body temp that runs a little bit cooler than most others (fire types have the opposite problem. Razor has torched off shirt sleeves before, which is why he's almost always in a tank-top of some sort)

Part 2

How do pokemon communicate with each other? Idk, the same way they do in Tarzan. They just, can. Smth smth, pokemon speaking with their hearts, not words. Pokéspeak isn't suuuper well understood, mostly due to not having enough cases to study, but it does very rarely crop up in people from time to time. N is canon to the Genesis timeline (not sure when just quite yet but anyway) and he can fully understand pokemon. Biggest theory is that it's stored away somewhere in the human DNA, a leftover from when pokemon and humans were once considered the same, ala Sinnohian lore. Kinda like how every now and then irl there's a human baby born with a tail. Tail genes are still in our DNA, but it gets switched off at some point during fetal development.

That being said tho, some pokemon have managed to learn human language, in a way. Unown being the starting point for many languages in the world used to communicate more with people back in the day, but now it's considered a mostly dead/slightly resurrected language like Mayan.

The abra line are particularly clever and good at figuring out human patterns. Champion Red from Kanto taught a lot of his pokemon sign language as part of their training and a few of them can sign back at him. He's rarely seen without his kadabra, Pythagoras, and she's the most fluent out of all his pokemon. It's still broken and incomplete tho, kinda like how an african grey parrot would string words together.

A lot of how pokemon speak to each other is mostly body language tho, which even in humans is calculated to make up a whopping 55% of how we communicate with one another (38% is vocal tone and a measly 7% is the actual words and their dictionary definition/context. So it's no wonder why so many people get into arguments on the interwebs with black text on a white background) Pokemon still pick up on all of this, and with their different way of communication, they can still usually pick out human meanings just fine.

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iiguess · 3 months

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

BOLD for always, italics for sometimes/in some AUs only.

APHRODITE. laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES. devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. an aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

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thesimnova · 2 years

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Dear Young Witch or Wizard,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins straight away and students are required to meet in the Great Hall for house sorting.

We very much look forward to receiving you as the new generation of Hogwarts heritage.

Yours sincerely,

Prof. SimNova

Hogwarts: Great Hall

This build is purely for photos/scenes and is not meant to be functional. To light the fires you will probably need a spell caster and use infuriate.

There are 4 different versions of the great hall: Great Hall only, Great Hall Feast, Christmas Hall only, and Christmas feast. This build is very cc dependent and is a hefty build so please be mindful when downloading if your computer cannot handle it.

If you end up using this in your story or use it for photos, please tag me! Honestly, I just want to see what you are going to do with it!

All credits to the cc creators:

Fireplace+Decor , Ceiling , Doors+Tables+Chairs , Candles+Decor , Floor Lamp , Trees+ Decor , Steampunk Clock , Pipes , Chairs+Candelabra, Wood Floor , Cottage Deco , Brick Arches , Candles+Chandelier+Fog+Snow , Cakes , Food+Tableware , Medieval Floor , Benches , Hogwarts Deco , Napkins , Coffee+Tea Pot , Plates+deco

DOWNLOAD (updated 9/2/22)

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kitakashi · 2 years

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Masquerade

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Timeline: Pro Heroes

Note: I wanted soft Bakugo

“I said, GET OFF ME!” Bakugo roared, slamming his palms against Kirishima’s chest. The redhead stumbled backwards.

“Dude... Baku-bro, chill,” Kirishima swept the dirt from his tuxedo, “this is a rental.”

The blond sneered, “maybe you should’ve rented a new life.”

“Ouch, harsh,” the shark-toothed man put his hands up in surrender, “anyhow, we’re here we might as well go in.”

Glaring at the wide crystal-etched French doors, Bakugo felt like he was suffocating. Tugging at his tie, he murmured, “how the hell did I let you talk me into this…”

Standing next to him proudly, Kirishima grinned mischievously. “Oh, I think I have a clue. Quite manly of you to- OOF!” The redhead doubled over, clutching his left side where his companion had just punched his spleen.

“Shut it, shitty hair.”

“Damn, that hurt!” Rubbing the bruised organ, Kirishima glared at the perpetrator. “Honestly, if you keep this up NOBODY is gonna wanna dance with you.”

Bakugo snorted, “as if I want some extra’s attention. I’m only here for one reason.”

The sturdy hero rolled eyes eyes, straightening his suit. “Why is it that I spend almost an hour getting my hair just right and dressing up, when you can just throw on a suit haphazardly and still look better than me?”

Throwing a cocky smirk over his shoulder, the volatile blond reached for and opened the door. “Because I’m Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo, that’s why.” He took a step forward only to be held back by his friend.

“Hold up, dude. This is a masquerade ball remember? You gotta wear the mask.” Kirishima held out the plain black eye mask.

Glowering, the blonde ripped the meager fabric from the outstretched hand. Both males slipped the accessory around their heads and tied it at the back. Kirishima gave Bakugo two thumbs up and muttered something about how manly he looked, but the explosion hero had slipped through the doors.

The ballroom chandeliers glittered, throwing sparkles on the hundreds of gowns and suits mingling. A small stage was set off near the back where a DJ sat with his turntable, laptop and mixer board. The music playing was a mixture of hits from every decade and genre. There was a line of people in front of a booth baring the sign ‘Song Requests’. Small round tables took up a corner of the room near the bar.

Bakugo hadn’t wanted to sit through a boring dinner with the so-called ‘important’ people. He was a hero. He cared about fighting villains and saving people, not politics. Pro-Hero Dynamight rarely, if ever, attended these functions. Simply said, it was for people who cared about money and image. The blonde couldn’t give two shits for his popularity. That’s why he skipped the food, assigned seats, endless conversation, showed up fashionably late and only to ask one specific person for a dance.

Crimson eyes darting across the dance floor, Bakugo searched for his heart’s desire. Clenching his jaw, he flexed his fingers. Boy, did he want to blow the masks right off these extras. He couldn’t tell left from right between the dim lighting, moving bodies, flowing gowns and variety of veils.

“Kacchan? Is that you?” A curly green mop appeared, escorting a pinkette wearing a peculiar steampunk inspired tiara atop her rosy dreadlocks.

“OOO! Is that Ba-”

Smacking a hand over the woman’s loud mouth, Bakugo whisper yelled, “shut it, will you! I don’t want the press to know I’m here.”

Midoriya hesitantly laughed, blushing, apologizing for his date’s behavior. Hatsume nodded vigorously and Bakugo removed his hand.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” the greenette looked on curious, “you typically don’t attend this type of thing.”

Kirishima put a thick arm around the blond’s broad shoulders. “He’s here for,” he winked at the couple before him, “you know who.”

Green brows furrowed. Looking slightly taken back, Midoriya questioned the explosive hero. “You actually like her this much? I mean, I knew you guys had been out a few times, but I hadn’t realized it had escalated.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot like you, Deku,” Bakugo scowled referring to the man’s failed almost relationship with Uraraka.

Snickering, Kirishima interjected, “she mentioned how sexy she found guys who knew how to dance. So he spent the last few days teaching himself via YouTube.” He dodged the incoming gut punch. “Real men have a variety of talents including dancing and compromise.”

“Compromise?” Hatsume looked at the volatile blond intently.

“Yea,” Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, searching for the face he wanted. A light pink tint invaded his cheeks under the mask. “I compromise my dignity so she’ll agree to be my girl.” He looked his childhood friend dead in the eyes, “don’t think I’m changing or any stupid shit like that. I’ve learnt from the pathetic relationships you extras have ruined. I’ll tweak my pride for her, no one else.”

Sniffing fake tears, Kirishima pretended to wipe his eyes. “Baku-bro, that was beautiful. You’re such a man. An inspiration among men.”

“I… see,” Midoriya grimaced staring at the dramatic redhead. The pinkette beside him was nodding enthusiastically. “Mei, can you use your quirk to search for her?”

“Of course!” Focusing her eyes on different parts of the room, Hatsume zoomed in and out, checking the faces of attendees.

“What’s she doing, Deku?”

“You don’t know what her quirk is?” Midoriya gave him a deadpan look, “why am I not surprised. Its Zoom. Hatsume can focus her vision as far as 10 kilometers.”

“Found her!” The pinkette exclaimed, pointing to a couple waltzing near the center of the room.

“Tch,” the volatile blond scowled. He wasn’t happy she was dancing with someone else. Some extra not good enough for her. Well, he was going to change that. Without a word of gratitude, Bakugo pushed his way across the dance floor.

Smoothing the silky fabric of her f/c gown, Y/n let out a melancholy sigh. The ball was already in full swing and she still hadn’t seen him. It was stupid of her to think he would show up, but some minuscule part of her hoped to hear obnoxious yelling and see explosive blond hair.

Beside her, Juzo Honenuki, also known as her partner in crime since childhood, fidgeted with his tie. The hero Mudman hated these events. He knew his face wasn’t the most… attractive. Frankly, he knew his appearance tended to scare people. It wasn’t the food, talk or dancing but the sheer way people stared. Not even a masquerade ball could hide who he was.

“Juzo?”

The man glanced over at the lovely woman beside him. She was staring at him expectantly from behind her mask. He blinked a few times, clearing the stupor from his spaced out mind.

“What?”

Rolling her eyes, she repeated was he missed, “I asked you to dance with me.”

“Oh! Right, of course.” Taking her hand, he led her out to the ballroom floor.

Compared to the overdressed, richly bejeweled, makeup caked women accompanying the heroes and politicians, Y/n was a breath of fresh air. Vibrant e/c irises were enhanced by only the lightest of makeup. Her simple gown was classy; not poofy, ridiculous, or excessively sexy. It showed just a taste of smooth flesh and modest cleavage. Discreet gemstones glittered on her ears and adorned her neck. Magnificent. Elegant. Dignified. Exquisite. And quite obviously the Belle of the ball.

She turned heads for all the right reasons, unlike Honenuki who received scornful glances. Although that could have come from jealousy over who his date was. As happy as he was to be with his best friend, he couldn’t wait to escape the public eye.

A hand on her waist, he moved in time with the music. She followed his lead, and they managed to not step on each other’s toes. Laughing as Honenuki spun her around, he couldn’t help but admire her smile.

“There we go,” she grinned at him. He merely looked confused. “You finally smiled. I thought I was going to have to tickle you or start a food fight to get you from looking so grim.”

He chuckled, spinning her around again, “please no, Lady Y/n, I beg for your mercy.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she snickered, “I supposed I could hold off for now.”

“Your generosity knows no bounds.”

They continued to trade quips as only close friends could for several songs before the dancers grumbled, parting behind Y/n to allow a man to pass. Another like Honenuki who couldn’t hide behind an eye mask. If his enormous height, broad shoulders and defined muscle structure weren’t a dead give away, his spiked blond hair was. Noticing Honenuki stiffen slightly, Y/n glanced over her shoulder. Vermilion irises drank her in as a cocky smirk graced his mouth.

Drawing in a sharp breath, the h/c let her eyes wander drinking the man in. The fitted tuxedo accentuated his physique. Y/n knew Bakugo would clean up nicely but this… this blew her mind. How can one man look so attractive? She doubted neither Endymion nor Narcissus rivaled the man standing behind her.

Squeezing her hand in his, Honenuki pulled the woman from her thoughts. She had stopped moving to stare, enlarging the explosion hero’s already inflated ego. Bakugo held out a hand to her only to have Honenuki shift his body between them. Tightening his hold on her waist. It was his turn to dance with the gorgeous woman, to hell letting that asshole steal her away before the song had ended. He knew Y/n would go home with the #2 hero. Couldn’t she stay with him just a bit longer before abandoning him, her best friend? Honenuki was the man who sat with her throughout this whole boring ordeal, not Bakugo. Was one song too much to ask?

Y/n’s vision flittered to her dance partner. His jaw clenched and nose scrunched up. She chuckled, seeing his pout. Giving him a smile to relax, his grip on her waist loosened. However, it quickly left her face when a hand clamped down on Honenuki’s shoulder. Bakugo looked furious at being ignored. Crimson eyes glittered dangerously, glaring down at the softening hero.

“Katsuki,” Y/n quickly intervened, “I wasn’t expecting you to come. I thought you hated these events.”

The final notes of the song faded out being replaced by a different tune. Sighing, Honenuki offered Bakugo the hand resting within his. Stepping out of the way, he allowed the interrupting man to take his place.

“I see my one dance is over. I’ll be leaving now, Y/n. Text me when your home safe,” he slipped into the crowd disappearing, “whomever’s home it is.”

“Tch,” Bakugo rolled his shoulders, shaking off the annoyance he had felt. Spinning the h/c around, he let himself relax pulling her tight against his chest once back in his arms. “Yea, I do hate this shit but,” he paused watching her, “at least I get to dance with you.”

“You came just to dance with me?” she teased, a grin spreading across her face.

He rolled his eyes, “you wouldn’t shut up about there being a masquerade and how you’d always wanted to attend one.”

“Didn’t mean you had to come.”

“You’re right, I didn’t have to. But the thought of you spending the night dancing with some other guy? I hated that more.”

She snorted, shaking her head, “it was just Juzo.”

“Don’t care. I don’t want you dancing with anyone else. And,” a crooked grin tugged the corner of his mouth, “I don’t want that dress on anyone else’s floor either.”

“Not even my own?”

“Definitely look best on my floor, but yours will do as long as I’m the one putting it there.”

“Ah, so I guess anyone can help me put the dress on then?”

Bakugo growled, holding her tighter. His mouth leaning down to her ear, his breath hot. “I don’t share. You should know I don’t play nice with others.”

She pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “You best be nice to me.”

“You aren’t others.”

“Who or what am I then, Katsuki?”

Not waiting for the song to finish, the explosive blond pulled Y/n from the ballroom. Arm wrapped around her shoulders, he kept her close while directing them out of the building. Silence stretched between them until they stood on the steps leading up to the hotel where the masquerade was being held.

Facing her, Bakugo slipped one arm around her waist then let the other hand cup her cheek. “You look beautiful,” rubbing the corner of her mouth with is thumb, he felt her palms rest on his chest. “Even sweaty in a dirty stained hero suit, you take my breath away.”

“Sounds like you might have something wrong with your lungs. You probably want to see a doctor.”

He chuckled, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. After a moment, he pulled back slightly moving his hand up her face to remove her mask. Y/n’s fingers plucked the guise from his face as well. A swift forward movement captured her lips with his. His lips were soft against her mouth as he kissed her deeply. It wasn’t a long kiss or very sensual but it managed to leave them both breathless.

“I hate this kinda shit,” Bakugo motioned to the hotel, “but if it makes you happy I’m willing to compromise. This asshole right here is willing to sacrifice his pride, his time and his energy for you.”

“Why,” she whispered, afraid to break whatever spell rested over them.

“Because, Y/n, you do all that and more for me. Plus you’re smart, and not just with books. You have sense. You’re sarcastic and witty. You’re not afraid of me. I’d be a fucking fool to let you go. And Katsuki Bakugo is no fool.”

“You sure about that,” she teased.

He shook his head smiling, “when it comes to you, defiantly not. Never thought I’d go soft for a girl but here I am. Dressed up attending some stupid ass gala.”

Pushing up on her toes, Y/n pressed her lips against his mouth. Trying to show her gratitude and feelings through the affection. A short moment later, he pulled back.

“I’m trying to confess to you here,” he complained, wearing a faux frown. “Least you could do is let me finish. I’m not fucking doing this again.”

“Oh?”

“Nope, never again. This is it. You and me. For life.” His eyes never waived as he held her gaze. “If you’ll have me that is.”

The corner of her mouth twitched, unable to keep from teasing him. “You’re asking me to be your girlfriend and to marry you at the same time?”

“I’m not asking you to marry me now, but I will one day.” He responded to her mocking question seriously. “If that’s what you want, of course,” he quickly added glancing away, flushing lightly.

“Oh, good,” she teased, “for a second there I thought you were going to pull a ring out.”

He gave her a playful glare as he pulled her close against his chest. “I know I’m shit at articulating my feelings. I also know this might be considered going too fast-”

“So you are self aware.”

Continuing as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “but I’d like nothing more than to build a life with you.”

“Hmmm,” she tapped a finger against her lips like she needed to ponder her answer. Placing her other hand on his bicep, she chewed on her bottom lip. His brow twitched when his eyes flickered to her mouth. Pulling his lips to hover over hers, she acquiesced. “OK. After all, I’d be fool to let such a catch slip through my fingers. And Y/n L/n is no fool.”

“You sure about that?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He snorted, shaking his head. Noses rubbing as their lips touched. This time the kiss wasn’t short or soft. It was passionate. Masks dropped from their fingers to the ground, forgotten. The black fabrics would lay there until discarded by a cleaning crew. The promises made, however, would last a lifetime.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader

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chibitantei · 4 months

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

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Tagged by: @quickdeaths (LATE AS I AM I'M SORRY)

Tagging: @gentlemanthiief, @nobuverse, @fantomevoleur, @phantomuheist

#Dash Game: Files to Review #Aesthetic: Attached Files #fun game: try to figure out which verse anything is

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 days

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This purple home is incredible! Built in 2017 in Plymouth, MN, it has 6bds, 4.5ba, & is $2.795M.

Lighted banquette with a 2 story cascading chandelier in the entrance hall.

Open kitchen, dining, living room area.

The TV room has purple lighting. There's a lot of neon in this home.

Double-sided round fireplace.

Very large bar.

Check out the steampunk powder room.

Quite a cool wall in this hall.

Very cool room. Is it an office? I can't even tell, but those look like computer screens.

Up here, there's a pulley light fixture- and on this floor is an art gallery- notice the display areas.

A medieval door opens to a vintage ship mural entering the primary bedroom.

It's a gigantic suite consisting of several rooms.

The closet/dressing room also has several rooms.

Check out the light fixture above the hot tub.

There is something for every taste in this home. This room has a loft- see the ladder on the far wall.

It's just a fun little space with a round window.

The 3rd level.

The Coke machine is a door.

To this game room.

Can you imagine being drunk in this spacey bathroom?

Downstairs is a hidden vault.

Apparently, this is a marine searchlight. Maybe they have a boat, so they light up Pomerleau Lake.

The property is 36.54 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/5160-Juneau-Ln-N-Plymouth-MN-55446/121844289_zpid/

#modern mansion #modern estate #houses #house tours #home tour

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id-lights · 2 years

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Recycled Trumpet Chandelier - Recycled Trumpet Chandelier: Like an orchestra, Botti embodies all the details of wind instruments and takes us into a music concert. Its structure is handmade … Read More » #Chandeliers

#chandelier #concept #diylighting #gold #handmadelighting #lamp #lighting #lightingdesign #pendantlamp #recycle #steampunk #Chandeliers

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writteninscarlet · 3 months

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

tagged by: no one ; tagging: anyone?

#chaotic mess #a true ares obviously here for war apparently #anyways Wanda is a mess #ᗢ .｡ headcanons

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lcveblind · 3 months

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

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STOLEN FROM: Just wanted to do this again-- TAGGING: You!

#♡ || headcanon.#♡ || dearest edeline ( aesthetic. )#aphrodite athena and hera #yeah that checks out aKHDLAHDS

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phantomuheist · 3 months

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

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Tagged by: @chibitantei

Tagging: just steal it, i'm tired

#Break Time ; Dash Games #You'll Never See It Coming | Headcanons #long post #this hurt my eyes but here we are-#he's so extra- how surprising

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electricea · 4 months

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

Tagged by: @theashen-fox (Thanks, this one was fun to do!) Tagging: Whoever would like to give this a go!

#headcanons

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