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themotherofhorses · 1 year
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you can pretend it's not meant to be (but you can't stay away from me)
summary: to you, he is fictional. but to him, you are everything and more. he can't live without you. and, really, there is no use in trying to run away, he'll always find you.
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pairing: (somewhat) dark!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
warnings: explicit language. noncon to dubcon. abduction. massive obsessive tendencies on aemond's part. breeding kink. slight spitting kink. pregnancy.
note: hey this is me practicing writing smut because ive never ever done it before and i don't know jackshit like wtf is a dick hahaha im dreading posting this hahahasendhelpplshaha
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part two | part three | part four | part five
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How did you end up here?
That was all you could ask yourself, over and over again.
It had only been hours ago, maybe, that you were sitting at home, rewatching the first season of House of the Dragon for what seemed to be the thousandth time. Perhaps you dozed off on the couch too, but that was it. You have heard of shifting techniques before- ways to visit your favorite fictional worlds- but you never sought to try them out yourself.
College left you too busy with assignments and textbook readings, as well as the constant and unwavering pressure to maintain both your scholarships and high GPA.
Ever the dutiful and driven daughter, hungry for academic validation and success.
Oh, fuck, your scholarships!
Your GPA!
All those assignments and discussions and exams!
And what about your family? Your mother and father? And your best friend?
Aemond Targaryen seems not to understand your words, and why you tell, beg, and plead for him to let you go. “Please, I need to go home,” you cry loudly, while yanking at the thick knots that bound you to his bedframe, “please! My family, my friends. They will be worrying when they don’t hear from me, and all my hard work and accomplishments, it will be for nothing! Please, I beg you, let me go home.”
But he just chuckles and kisses your forehead and says, “Oh, my sweet girl, I’m your family now. Or what is of it.” His lips feel so soft and wonderful, and how desperately you wish to enjoy the feeling. But not like this. You cannot think properly nor muster any sort of response, too distracted and stressed and focused on calming your breathing.
“Although,” he then adds with a smirk, “it truly is not considered a family until you have a babe of your own…or two.”
At his words, you tremble and whimper and try your best to break free, though it is all in stupid and foolish vain. There is no going anywhere, the knots are too tight and Aemond can easily overpower you. All you can do is stare up at the man you once considered your favorite character in the series, ever since the eighth episode aired and he stole your heart and soul and burrowed himself deep within your most inner thoughts and fixation.
“Do not worry,” he says, and you can see a twinkle in the violet of his eye. He rests a hand on your collarbone, gently drawing little shapes across the skin. “Good things will come out of this night, my love, I promise you that.”
Look on the bright side, you tell yourself, in some dumb attempt to steel your nerves, better Aemond Targaryen to lose your virginity to.
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“You need to be quieter, my darling-” Aemond murmurs close to your ear “-we do not need curious ears listening in, do we?” He has you riding him, both hands clutching your hips as you do your best to bounce on his cock and match his thrusts. You’re sloppy and inexperienced, and a bit confused on what exactly to do, but it is so endearing that his lips curl into a grin.
Oh, you were made for me, he thinks, watching the way your glazed-over eyes try to hold his gaze. He will have you believe that by the end of the night, dawning if necessary.
There is much rush now that he found you, now that he has the chance to claim you.
You still moan, loud and high-pitched, and he slaps a hand flat over your mouth to shut you up. It makes your pretty and teary eyes widen more as you grab at his wrist, holding onto it while he tuts. “I’ll move my hand when you learn to listen to your husband and stay quiet. No one is allowed to hear my wife in her pleasure. No one but I.” At that, you bat your eyelashes at him, breasts heaving as he leans you down, so close your lips nearly touch, and Aemond can feel your heavy pants against his mouth.
“They will take you away from me, and ship you far across the world where I can’t find you,” he hisses, pinching your swollen nipple between his fingers, “I can’t have that. No, no, do you hear me? I will not survive being torn from you.”
The mere thought of losing you, either at the hands of his mother and grandsire or you returning to your homeland, fills him with sheer dread.
He does not know how to tell you that you are the girl of his dreams, everything he has desired and more. He has seen you in his nighttime slumbers and in the gleam of the summer sunlight and up among the black midnight stars.
But the words fall apart on his tongue, and all he can do is lay beneath you and marvel at your beauty: cheekbones and pretty puffy lips and the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows furrow in pure pleasure, and how you look utterly delicious and ruined.
“You were made for me,” he breathes in awe, palming at both your breasts. You have to believe him, this sweet and pretty girl of his, how could you not? The gods above created you for him, he will make you see it. “You are taking me so fucking well,” and Aemond flattens a palm against your belly, where he can feel the slight bulge of his cock. “Look at you, you’re my dream come true.” He thrusts his hips up, fucking into you harder and deeper. It makes you squeal and go cross-eyed.
“Is this too much? I know you can handle it, my darling. My love, my sweet girl,” he purrs.
Aemond swipes at the drool pooling at your lips before stuffing two fingers in. “Fuck,” he whines, breathing hard, slipping his other hand in between your thighs, and with his thumb, rubbing at your clit. Your face twists in a gasp as you tremble, your entire body tightening until you cream over his cock, your loud moan muffled by the fingers in your mouth.
“Good girl,” he hums, slowing his thrusts, “Such a good fucking girl. Look at that, did that feel good, my love?” he asks you.
You nod, rocking your hips back and forth. Your thighs shaking and your face scrunching in complete bliss as you start again, taking his cock deep in your stomach with tiny bounces. “Please- please- please-” you babble against his palm. “I-I want- I need-”
“Want what, my sweet girl? Need what, my darling wife?”
You don’t answer, too overtaken by the pleasure. Aemond chuckles and leans upwards, to bury his face between your breasts. You are absolutely stunning, gorgeous, a living goddess; how he went this long without you is baffling. “You wish for my seed. Is that what you want?” he mutters against your nipple, “of course you do, this belly is too empty, isn’t it? My son should be sleeping inside.” His fingers pinch your clit, and you gasp again. “You’ll be the prettiest mother. You were made to carry my children. You were made for me,” and he pulls your face back to his, with a rough grip on your chin.
“Tell me,” he demands through a pant, “tell me how fucking badly you need my seed. Tell me…tell me right now.”
“I- I need it-“ you choke out, but then you shake your head. “No- No I can’t! I- I need to go- go home!”
Aemond laughs, so hard he flings his head back. The sight takes you by surprise before he shoves you off, causing you to land next to him on the bed. You stare up at him, wide eyed and puzzled and swollen and covered in countless bites and bruises. In one swing, he forces your face into the pillow as he mounts you from behind, fucking you hard. His fingers return to your clit, squeezing and tweaking and not caring one bit about your muffled yelps and whines
“You’ll learn, my sweet girl, but perhaps not tonight. I am your home now, do you understand? I’m your family, your husband, and the father to your children.”
He grabs a fistful of damp hair and yanks your face back, never once slowing his thrusts. Your mouth is open with many moans spilling out, eyes clouded with tears, and cheeks flushed. With his lips next to your ear, he whispers, “You are going nowhere.” Then propping himself on one arm, he trails small kisses up your back to your shoulder blade until his mouth slams down on yours in a heavy and wet kiss.
And when he pulls away, his fingertips squeeze your cheeks together as he demands for you to open your mouth. "You are mine," he grunts, "you belong to me," before spitting into it. "Good, now swallow."
And when you do, he smiles.
"There, see?" he coos, leaning to kiss your forehead as he feels you tighten around his cock. He was going to seed you again, deep inside your womb. Come the morning, he knows his son will be in there, and he can hardly wait.
"My wife, my darling girl, the only woman deserving of me and all of me. Only me." He watches you sob at that, pink lips pressing in a tight line as fat tears streak down both cheeks. "Oh, do not worry, my love. You're too lovely to be crying," and he uses his thumb to brush away the tears, "I'm here to give you the life you deserve," he vows, so lovingly, "you will want for nothing."
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With a loud huff, you plop yourself on the couch.
The saying “home sweet home” never felt more sincere until now. It took much time and planning and effort and sneaking around on your part, but you managed to find a way to escape from Aemond Targaryen, though not without consequences. Your belly was growing only larger with every new moon, and your babe was starting to shift around more. At most times, you could feel the fluttering sensation across the bottom of your tummy, and every now and then, the tiniest kick.
It was adorable, you admitted, and you tried your best to find enjoyment throughout the pregnancy, sometimes wondering at night about who your child would resemble.
Would their looks favor yours? Or would they favor their father, with his Valyrian features- that iconic silver hair and violet eyes. The latter worried you the most. How could you even begin to explain why your child looked as if they belonged in the Game of Thrones series, specifically in House Targaryen?
Speaking of such, you had not touched House of the Dragon since you arrived back home all those months ago, too unwilling to turn on the tv and see the man whose child you were mysteriously carrying in your womb. It just did not make any sense, it felt more like a weird dream than reality.
But you were dying of boredom. The dragonling (you had taken to nicknaming the baby that, it sounded both cute and appropriate) was stealing away most of your time and energy, and your mother refused to allow you to do anything that could cause harm or add more unnecessary stress.
So you bit your tongue and swallowed down your grumbles and settled comfortably on the couch before opening Fire and Blood.
“Fucking crazy to think that this is a book of your family’s history,” you mumbled to your baby bump, “fictional my ass.”
So you read, to yourself and to your babe. Read about Aegon’s Conquest and the Year of the Three Brides and King Jaehaerys and his Alysanne and their triumphs and tragedies and legacy, and you read until you reached The Dying of the Dragons, the Blacks and the Greens, where you just sighed.
“And when Alicent sent for her second son to fly to Storm’s End, with the purpose of securing Borros Baratheon’s loyalty to Aegon II by winning the hand of one of his daughters, the Four Storms, the truth was finally known. One-eyed Prince Aemond, twenty and one, had taken a wife of his own in secret, a young maiden not of Westeros (according to Mushroom). Yet Prince Aemond lost her a month into their marriage, although by that time he had become so besotted with his bride, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of living without her or taking another woman as his new wife.
With Prince Aemond refusing his mother’s orders, Queen Alicent had little choice but to send her youngest, Prince Daeron, in his place to Storm’s End. And by the seventh month, Prince Daeron wedded Floris Baratheon, and Prince Aemond One-Eye had reunited with his wife, who was heavy with child by the time he found her.”
You suddenly glance up from the book pages, feeling your heart hammering so hard in your chest that it seems at the end of your throat. On the wall, to your right, hung the calendar which you had taken to use as a means of tracking your pregnancy.
In two weeks, you’ll be at your seventh-month mark.
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julemmaes · 6 months
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Stuck
Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre modern au
A/N: idk wtf this is, I got an idea and then it spiralled into something completely different and considered how I ended I might write a second part where they fuck it out of their system, just for the sake of it
Enjoy!:)
Word count: ~2300
"No. Nonono, fuck no. Not today, please!" She cried, running her fingers through her hair and pulling at the roots until it hurt. 
Elide groaned, shutting her eyes closed. 
She tried to draw a deeper breath in and when the tight skin dress didn't stretch enough for her to do so, Elide felt anxiety crest. 
"Fuck me," she whined, running to her living room, where the biggest mirror in her flat leaned against the wall. Maybe the problem was that she couldn't see properly and something was obstructing the way. 
Turning with her back to the glass, she started slapping at her back, trying to reach for the zipper. Once her fingers closer around the tiny chip of metal, Elide yanked the thing down. 
Nothing.
She closed her eyes in despair, breathing through her nose. When air got stuck in her throat again she blew it from her mouth. 
Her eyes started stinging. 
"Please, not today." 
She had had the longest day at work and she needed to get out of this dress, so she could decompress after the tiring shift. But no, she couldn't. Of course not. The universe hated her and she was cursed. 
And she was stuck. 
She tried again, slower, gentler. The zipper didn't even shift. 
Elide never really considered herself claustrophobic, she easily got into elevators and toilet stalls without windows. She never felt any kind of panic whenever she was in tiny, crowded spaces and such. 
But she was starting to doubt how much she truly knew herself at this point.
She clutched her neck with a hand, forcing herself to take small, slow breaths, trying to calm down and think of a solution. 
Before she knew what she was doing, she was out of her apartment and striding down to the only other one she was sure wasn't vacant. 
She couldn't waste any time checking which neighbor was home or not and the music coming from apartment E24 was proof enough someone was in there.
She reached the door in the blink of an eye and started slamming her palm against the flat wood surface, so hard that her skin tingled with pain.
"Fuck!" A clearly masculine voice came from inside, “The Police!”
“Shut up, Fenrys, it’s not the Police,” another male voice came through. Whoever it was, they were immensely calmer than the former speaker. 
“Fuck you, Ro, you can’t know!” 
Elide called out, “I’m not the Police, please open the door!” 
“You open it, Dorian." 
“Are you for real?” Another person. 
"You're closer to it—"
"It's your house."
"—and I'm scared."
"Hellas above, I'll get the door." 
Elide didn't have time to step back that the door unlocked and a second later a guy larger than life stood in front of her. 
She sagged, leaning forward. She couldn't help the relieved whisper that escaped her. "Thank gods." 
He opened his mouth to speak, but she was already turning her back to him.
"I'm fucking stuck and if you don't help me right now I might collapse." 
Dramatic much, she could hear her best friend's words in her head. 
"I've been trying to get out of this hellish trap for twenty minutes and I–" she paused, panting as if she'd just ran a marathon, "–I can't really breathe."
When her plea was met with silence she turned her head enough to look over her shoulder and she only then realized how tall the man standing there was. 
He towered over her, by two heads. 
He was staring at her with parted lips and a furrowed brow.
"I'm sorry what?" His voice was rough, scratchy in a way that made Elide blush.
She whined, not above crying in front of strangers if it came to it, "The dress, it won't come off, I need you to zip it down. Please."
A loud, barking laugh came from inside the apartment and then a chorus of various voices started.
"I can't believe this is happening."
"No one will believe us when we tell this story."
"Lucky bastard." 
"I can't believe it myself and I'm living through it." 
Elide ignored the others and focused on the giant guy, looking him straight in the eyes, "Listen I just need you to pull it down, I can't do it myself and I live alone, please I…"
"Okay," he murmured. He stepped forward, lifting his hands toward her dress. He looked at her back before his eyes flitted to hers, "Can I?" 
"Please," Elide repeated. 
She tensed when his fingers brushed her skin, and held her breath when he brought the hems of the dress together and tried to pull the zipper down. 
"It doesn't work," he stated.
"No shit, Sherlock," someone said from inside. "She literally told you that." 
Elide brought her hands to her face and groaned for what felt like the thousandth time that night.
When he stepped back, she turned and eyed the others—there were seven guys, plus the titan standing next to her, in total. They seemed to be in the middle of some kind of videogame tournament. Snacks and joysticks lay everywhere and they were all wearing some kind of comfy clothes.
She had to hold back her smile when she realized she'd walked in on a slumber party.
"Do any of you know how to fix zippers or am I destined to die in this?" 
"I heard using soap works, come inside." 
Elide's attention shifted back to the guy next to her. She had to bend her head back to look him in the face. 
He was wearing black pants and a black sweater, and he had his arms crossed over his chest. He was eyeing her curiously, as if he was studying her. Elide couldn't say she minded the attention.
He was pretty good on the eye, too. 
Another one of the guys shot up, "Sure, let the stranger in, it's not like this is my house."
"You're right, I'm so sorry," Elide looked back at the room. She stepped inside nonetheless, "I'm Elide. Lochan. I live in E27? I think we crossed paths a couple of times?" 
"Oh, maybe." The owner of the house came up to her, extending a hand and flashing her a shit-eating grin, "Fenrys, Moonbeam." 
"Nice to meet you, where do you keep the soap?"
He seemed taken aback for a second and slowly lowered his hand. A few surprised snorts sounded in the room. He pointed a finger down the corridor, "Bathroom."
Someone brushed past her, murmuring a curt come as they passed. 
She didn't have to be told twice and followed the Wardrobe-wide Guy into the flat. 
He moved around the bathroom like he owned the place, and Elide would probably be embarrassed later when she realized she'd literally just barged into someone's house and demanded their help, but she needed to get out of this dress and couldn't really think of anything else at the moment.
"Turn around." 
Elide did as told without a word.
She hissed as a few droplets of cold water slid down her back. 
"Sorry," he grumbled. The soft sound of the soap bar grating against the zipper was the only audible thing. And she was growing aware of her surroundings.
"What's your name?"
"Lorcan." 
"Cool," she cleared her throat. "Cool, cool."
He huffed a breath. His version of a laugh, perhaps?
She felt the dress being pulled down, but nothing unzipping, then he clicked his tongue. 
"It's not working, is it?"
"Nah," he said, putting the soap back and washing his hands. "I could try with some oil." 
Elide let go of a shuddering breath, she just wanted out of it.
When she said nothing, Lorcan rounded her and stood in front of her, glancing down at her face. His chin jutted out, "You okay?" 
She nodded swiftly, offering a tight smile.
Now that she knew someone else was taking care of the issue at hand, she was feeling calmer. And she could think more clearly. 
The guy in front of her was stunning. 
He had long, black hair that reached his waist. Eyes just as dark and a white, deep scar that ran from the side of his forehead down to his temple that appeared even paler in contrast with his dark skin. She wondered how he'd gotten it.
"Are you claustrophobic or some shit like that?" 
That question brought her back to reality and made her aware of the fact that he'd been watching her just as closely.
She shook her head, "I'm just exhausted and I want to sleep. But I can't sleep in this."
His lips curled on one side and after a few seconds where they just studied each other, he jerked his head toward the living room before silently heading back. 
She was on his heels in a heartbeat.
The moment they stepped into the full room, Elide dared looking at the crowd. She stopped in the hall when one of them talked.
"Lorbear, I see you're no good at undressing ladies in distress." 
Lorbear. This group was close.
Elide snorted, rolling her eyes back and then fixing her stare on the blue-eyed prince charming that sat on the only armchair. "You think you could do better?" 
A white-haired guy chuckled, addressing her directly. "Our Dorian here hasn't seen a single dress in his entire life, he wouldn't know where to start." 
She smiled knowingly, enjoying the distraction as much as the friendly banter between the boys.
"Do I need to remind you how you met your girlfriend, Rowan?" Dorian grinned back, lifting a foot to poke at the other's leg.
Rowan—she supposed—tensed and clenched his jaw, slapping Dorian's foot away, "Please, don't."
Elide's interest was piqued, so much so that she wanted to ask questions, but Lorcan's voice called for her from the kitchen.
She waved at the others, "Wish me good luck." 
A chorus of good luck rose from the couches.
"Sorry," she said as she sauntered in the small kitchen, "I got stopped."
Lorcan gestured at her to turn around, "Don't mind them, they're all jerks."
"I like them," she shrugged as she positioned in front of him. "Plus, you're the one hanging out with them, if you really thought that, I don't think you'd be here." 
His fingers slipped under the fabric on her back and something coarse scratched at her skin.
"It's paper, so you don't get oily," he warned. 
"Oh," she was surprised. By the small kind gesture, and by the reaction her body was having to the infinitely unimportant brush of his touch. "Thanks."
"No prob," he drawled, his voice traveling over the back of her neck.
Elide scrunched her nose. What was she doing?
"Would you mind leaning forward a bit for me, 'lide?" 
'Lide.
She was going to die. 
You're not, Manon's voice sounded amused in her head as she obeyed. 
They went through the process again, just for the zipper to not even budge.
He cleaned the metal, wiping it until it was dry enough that it wouldn't dirty her. 
She turned to face him again and he bent his head to the side, scratching his jaw.
"Can I cut it?"
A laugh bubbled up in her throat, "No, it's my work uniform, you can't cut it." 
He stared at her for the longest time, then went, "Are you wearing a bra?" 
What?
Someone laughed from the other room, "Smooth, Slavaterre. Really smooth." 
Lorcan huffed, running a hand down his face, "I was wondering if we could take it off from the head. You know, like a shirt."
Elide suddenly felt stupid. She blushed lightly and muttered, "I didn't think of it." 
"So?"
It was her turn to stare at him, in silence, contemplating her next move. 
The way his gaze didn't falter for half a second gave her a kind of confidence she rarely possesses these days.
She shook her head, "Yes, I am." 
"Do you think you can do it by yourself?"
She nodded.
Lorcan hummed, "I guess my part is done here, then." 
"I guess," she replied, never stepping back from the staring contest. 
When his eyes slid lower, slowly, to her mouth, she smirked. He mimicked her, and his tongue came out to wet his plump lip.
It wasn't her style, not really how she found hookups, but Lorcan was attractive and seemed to be really appreciative of whatever he was seeing in her. 
"What if," she added, speaking so softly that only he could hear her, "I get stuck?" 
Something glimmered in his eyes, and he took a step forward. The movement forced her head further back and when his hand lifted to play with the hem of her sleeve, her arms covered in goosebumps. 
"I could help with that," he rasped, caressing her shoulder. He ran a finger down her collarbone and Elide took a sharp breath in. 
Their eyes met again and she swallowed. 
"Then I'll make sure to call you, if it comes to that." 
Lorcan's lips curled again, tempting, "I would love that." 
Fenrys' scream came sharp as a needle, bursting their bubble of tension and longing. 
"Don't you dare make out in my kitchen!" 
Elide averted her gaze, pushing her tongue against her cheek to avoid laughing. She really liked these people.
Lorcan stepped back until a good two meters distanced them and then inhaled, extending a hand toward the living room. 
She walked out of the kitchen first, heading directly for the front door. 
She spared a long look at Lorcan, letting him see the sincerity behind her next words, "You know where to find me, Salvaterre, if you ever need company." 
She loved the taste of his name on her tongue.
He smirked, taking his stance next to the kitchen door. He nodded his head once, clearly letting her know he would take up on her words. 
She didn't even look at the rest of the guys as she said goodbye and left, closing the door behind her.
She was halfway down the corridor when shouts and cheers exploded from Fenrys' flat.
Oh, just how fast things had changed.
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jarenka · 1 year
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In "Vader lives" plot I really like to see him interacting with other people. These interactions may vary widely because of person's experience with Vader and their stance on high-ranking imperial defectors. I don't think there will be a lot of people thinking that Darth Vader can change his mind and become a good person. There are people who think that Vader is too dangerous to live and Rebellion should execute him for their own safety. There are people who think that Vader's crimes are too serious to be pardoned even in exchange for crucial information about Empire. There are people who think that it's more important to have this crucial information about Empire than to properly punish Vader. There are people who think it's really useful to have such a famous Imperial as a defector (they are very disappointed that Anakin don't want to parade around in Vader's suit and talk about his defection in media).
I think former Imperials will be even more hostile to Anakin than regular rebels who didn't suffered from him directly. I think a lot of them have a mindset "I served Empire but at least I'm not like all these Truly Evil Empire Fanatics like Tarkin, Vader and so on". Also I can also imagine their anger over the fact that Vader is very civil with rebel now, he can interact with people without terrifying and killing them! Why can't he do it with Imperial military.
Also, Anakin trying to live normal life, there are a lot of things he can do again and have fun. He was angry and miserable for 20+ years. Now he can watch holodramas/go to the theater/draw/cook/whatever. People around him either don't believe that he likes painting and doesn't plan to lead former Imperials, or think think he is lying about being Darth Vader. Also people expect him to be super religious in a very weird way. Whatever their culture have as "this creepy and really intrusive person from a religious cult".
Once Rebel Alliance Intelligence even send to Anakin one of their agents in disguise of former Imperial officer who wants Vader to join them to fight Alliance. They want to know if he can be convinced to follow this path. For their total surprise Anakin pretends to know nothing about Vader. He is like: "Wtf? It's a joke? I am just a regular cargo pilot. Vader died on the second Death Star, everyone knows it". He was so convincing that agent started to question his own sanity. After it Anakin hit agent on the head an carried him to local militia or whatever they has. He genuinely thought it was an imperial officer.
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riyangiis · 1 month
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I LOVE FILO ZB1 CONTENT SMMMM i usually have these random thoughts in my head abt what the members would be like as filos AND BRO for me ricky is definitely englishero. specifically those kinds that are fluent in tagalog but just prefer speaking in english
actually ricky is so me what the heck.. 😬😬 HE DEF LISTENS TO HEV ABI😬😬😬 it's either he's conyo and is horrible at filipino or he's just what you described him.. this guy is a bgc boy you can't say no
I think I would still keep the chinese and american in him😂😂.. guys guys what if he's a chinese-filipino that grew up in the us and has little to no knowledge abt the philippines.. bro when he gets there he would be THE airport crush wtf.. his parents told him that he should try to go to a public school but he's concerned and worried that he might get made fun of.. A LOT. so he goes to a private school first, then goes to public once he's able to speak filipino properly and stuff but he's only gonna stay there for a year..
bro def goes like "what's the orange ball with the little egg inside?" LMAOOOO🤣🤣🤣🙏🙏⁉️⁉️ he cringes at those err what do you call them.. the genggeng boys😬 they often tell him to try and hangout with them but he just.. ignores them.. "kumaldag ka nga!!" "wtf is a kaldag??"
bro tries so hard not to show off in the days where you're able to wear civilian clothes instead of the uniform but does it anyway.. "bat may lalaking mukhang pupunta sa party.." he even ricky-fies his own uniform and makes it look richer and more classy than it was originally supposed to be.. ehh you get it
def the guy that has EVERYTHING you need for a project, he doesn't really do anything except make the art and have the supplies.. "gaga nawala ung ink ng marker!" *biglang may 7 na marker, bago pa..* the main reason why he doesn't really do anything in the project because his group mates find it hard to communicate with him since his first languages are english and chinese and when he speaks filipino, he has this weird accent..
he knows how to speak filipino naman, it's just that accent that messes everything up.. medyo insecure siya abt it so he just doesn't speak at all. he also doesn't understand kanal humor AT ALL so his classmates don't really like his type of humor.. when he found out that he actually has english-speaking classmates with aircon humor, he tried his best to befriend him but they thought he was weird or didn't want to become friends with him since they thought he was some rich spoiled kid who knows nothing but money.. heck people even used him because of his wealthy status and got hold of the fact that he likes giving gifts to people he's close with..
he's famous around the school just for his looks, nothing else. when he thought his popularity would give him an advantage to get more friends and have a good image. he caught girls trying to sneak gifts or trying to state at him, he thought that this whole thing was making him uncomfortable but he can't do anything though. that's only gonna ruin his reputation. so he didn't mind and ignored the admirers, they're not really his business anyways. he knows he's handsome, he doesn't have to show it off at all times.
he stopped trying to make friends in his school and just sticked to doing his hobbies when he was bored and continued talking to his friends from china and usa, the others just viewed him as some rich kid anyway. the teacher assigned a project that needs a partner for the class, everyone gets to pick their own partner. he looks around with people debating on who should be their partner. he just continued drawing whatever was in his mind waiting for some unfortunate person to have no choice but be partners with him (to his admirers it's very fortunate to be partners with him.. you can see them fighting on who should be his partner, ricky is just enjoying the thought of being alone with no one disturbing him.
ricky suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. he looked up to see someone, is it an admirer?
"hello? can I be your partner?"
"huh? oh, sure.."
his attention is now on you instead of the drawing of a rose, ricky was caught off guard because of how.. quick this person asked to be his partner without being shy or nervous. he looked at the group of admirers, now fuming because he already has a partner.
(medyo inaccurate ito sorry😭😭)
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maca-nas · 1 year
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jinx's time!!
Caitlyn / Vi
Almost all her items are scrachted, painted, written, beaten, burned, etc
the markers and nail polish totally stained her bag
those headphones were a gift from silco so she would stop blasting music in the middle of the night but sometimes she doesn't use them because: 1) she forgot to charge them 2) she can't find them 3) when she's angry at him and she's overthinking and cant' sleep at 3 am, he shouln't sleep either
she doesn't use a wallet so the change it's in her pockets all wrinkled
sometimes she writes little messages in the bills in hope that ekko finds them, the majority are hate messages and curses but sometimes they are apologies and love confeesions (well more like: hey that board you made with the sparkly thing was actually cool, sorry that i blow it up)
ekko found some of them but he doen'st really know what to do with them cause' wtf its money what do you want me to do? frame them? he totally keeps them in his wallet and doesn't use them to pay at all
as you can see i could not be bothered to draw the coins and bill properly
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n1cholaswang · 2 years
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HOW JUST B WOULD REACT TO
NIPPLE PIERCINGS
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description: basically you got your nips pierced and you're showing them off to your bf
cw: suggestive , violence ??? , stupidity , pervy just b , corruption & mommy kink mention , tit jobs , a lil crack
a/n: only did this cause i got my nipples pierced last week lmao
LIMJI
• wide eyes
• like eyes boutta pop outta his head wide
• "did it hurt?"
• glaring at him cause ... ???
• "duh it hurt"
• always tries to tell you to not wear a shirt
• "let them breathe"
• he really just wants to see them all the goddamn time
• cupping your chest constantly
• "just keeping them safe" he says with a sweet and innocent smile
• innocent my ass
• just wants to feel them without hurting you
GEONU
• surprised™️
• mouth open
• cannot believe his eyes
• "did it hurt" pt 2
• ????
• duh geonu.
• makes sure to remind you to clean them
• careful not to let anything or anyone, including himself, bump into them
• kisses around them
• like to take polaroid or film pics of you without a shirt
• "you look so pretty with those in"
SANGWOO
• wide eyes pt 2
• immediately threw you over his shoulder cause you showed him while the members were in the other room
• confused ™️
• "why?"
• "why not? 🤭"
• thinks you look slutty
• but in a good way
• wants to corrupt tf outta you
• and he does.
• beggin for tit jobs
• squeezin your tits without hurting you legit all the time
• they show through your shirts
• but he don't care
• he can fight
• legit geonu would be like "yeah uhm ???? since when did [name] have their nips pierced ??????"
• "since none of your business, why you lookin 🤨"
DOYUM
• wide eyes pt 3
• snapped a pic with his phone
• you were confused
• "for... reference"
• he wasn't lying tho
• he did end up drawing them LMAO
• used to lay on your chest every night
• but now lays on your stomach with his hands cupping the piercings
• cleans them for you
• if he sees a member staring, especially sangwoo, he goes off
• "quit looking kim sangwoo before i put my foot so far up your ass, you'll be puking out your insides for weeks"
• yeah. psychotic.
• can't wait to put them in his mouth
• "they done healing yet?"
• no bitch wait another year
CHUJI
• wide eyes pt 4
• mouth open pt 2
• cannot believe his eyes pt 2
• "did it hurt?" pt 3
• god why are they so stupid
• ofc it hurt
• takes pictures and sends them to the gc
• "look at my baby's nips 😋"
• bain cannot look at you the same anymore.
• neither can beomgyu
• can't wait to put them in his mouth pt 2
• googles how long he should wait before sucking on them LMAO
• "im tiddy deprived, hurry up and heal" he says directly to the piercings
• developed a mommy kink after a couple months
• don't ask why or how
• it just happened
BAIN
• confused pt 2
• "why?" pt 2
• "my body my choice 😁"
• "fair enough"
• literally could not care less
• at least that's how he acts on the outside
• on the inside, he is freaking tf out
• immediately goes to limji and asks what to do
• gives you jackets to cover them if they're showing through your clothes
• makes you hide behind him
• a goddamn bodyguard
• stares down anybody who looks even for just a millisecond
• almost got arrested for staring down a cop LMAO
• "babe wtf ????"
• "hey! in my defense, he was looking"
• helps with the healing process by cleaning them for you
• and basically forcing you to go shirtless everywhere
• even in public
• but he just wants you to be comfortable and the piercings to heal properly
• so that he can suck on your tits 🙄
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mochiwrites · 2 years
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Hi!!!
Okay I haven't read all (to be honest I started to read some ficks in a worst possible non hronological as hell order) BUT!! I've read a lot oh headcanons from tag. So I have some questions.
First of all: does Grian has waffle on his back? I have an idea but I wil share it only after your answer 👀
Second, not so important: Does he have glasses? I myself always forget to draw glasses on him, and I can't decide what llok i like him more, he is the best in any way.
Also WTF SCAR??!?? YOU JUST MET, NO!??? Am I just confused, or he just tend to kiss hands of people who tru to kill him!????
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I'm sure Grian is careless for his injuries partly because of this. Yup.
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Ah! And also I had questions about their look. I got that Mumbo is still Mumbo in a suit, and Grian wears his red sweater (that is apparently old and dirty) but what about Scar? If you described that somewhere in the beginning and I'm just dum and not reading all properly, it's okay to bonk me XD
dbfbthtg hihi !!!!
to answer everything !!
1. Grian does not have a waffle </3 (it is his favorite food though)
2. No glasses !! I try not to incorporate much of things from the actual content creators because I feel like that kind of breaks the immersion of the characters.
and SVSVDCDC scar’s just. well there’s a pretty man in front of him, he’s gotta be flirty.
in regards to their clothes, scar’s worn a few different things, his mayor outfit from s7, and his swaggon outfit from s8. I have a soft spot for those two <33. though grian does switch clothes as well !! he gets a new red sweater that’s nice and clean, and for formal events he’s in a suit.
and mumbo is just mumbo DBIMGBFBG
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spynorth · 2 years
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each muse you pick up feels as if they're real , that's how good you are lucas! and its the same with lucas. the one thing ive noticed about you is you really take the time to explore and get to know your muses. you dig deep. you're writing is so very descriptive , and it draws me in every single time. everything i have learned about lucas north has come from you and i've loved every single second of getting to know him through our conversations but also your posts on the dash. just like you did with killian , you've taken this character and made your version of him so memorable. every time we write i am always so excited for your replies. its like being transported to another world and i can't wait to explore our muses in threads , especially james and lucas! ( i guarantee james is gonna be grumpy af bc mi5 which is funny ). i am glad i followed you the day i did , i cannot imagine not knowing you and not writing with you at this point. you and your muses are absolutely fantastic. your characters inner monologues are also so interesting and i feel the need to mention that. you rock lucas! ily!
how is my portrayal?
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sasha this just fucked with me. i don't even know what to say to this. you are one of my favorite people on this website and also one of my greatest friends. No pressure to ever check in 24/7 and if life takes us away for a bit we always come right back to it like no time has passed. And I have so much fun writing with you. I don't even know how to properly describe it. From the very first moment I found your Ezio blog a few years ago I was on board. Just an immediate oh i like this - and that has never changed. We found cowboys and aliens today which reminded me of the wild cowboys and aliens mi6 au i came up with for killian and james where you were just like 'i'm loving this???' instead of being like lucas wtf. I'm so grateful I know you and so thankful you're in my rpc life and I hope you're ready for the orange circus this weekend :||. I'm so flattered you enjoy my writing and tbh it's so easy to come up with ideas and plots and replies for you. Sometimes you just find those people who inspire you and you're one of those people for me. Working off your stuff is just so damn easy for me AND I AM SO EXCITED FOR DIMITRI FUCK. prayer circle for lucas (me). lets hope my hunch was right and you come out of series 9 like HELL YES instead of sliding into my DMs like 'lucas wtf were you smoking??' lmaooo. anyways sasha, i just love you a lot. thanks for being you and being such a bright spot in the tumblr rpc and just an overall fun and talented writer.
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HI HOW ARE U DOING?
omg i haven't been in tumblr for a while D": i mean i wasn't that inactive, i logged in when i felt like it but i was not that active and interactive
so how have you been? :D have you been drinking enough water? have you been eating properly?
From my part i haven't been really well, i feel like everything is going bad instead of good, like i am not getting better but just getting worse and acting like i'm aren't. BUT luckily everything will get better :D i try to keep that mindset when i can ;;
BUT I'M NOT HERE TO COMPLAIN, MAN I AM SO MAD AT HALLOWEEN END, IT'S LIKE, I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY MINUTES PASSED AND WE DIDN'T GOT A CHANCE TO SEE MICHAEL MYERS. IN HIS OWN FUCKING MOVIE, i mean yeah corey was kinda hot but 😔 like man i wanted so bad to be horney for michael and in the end we didn't got as many scene moments to see him, AND IN THE FINAL MOMENTS HE GOT INSTANTLY KILLED, AND WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE TO HAVE SOME SCENES HE WAS JUST GETTING BULLIED BY COREY, I JUST- i don't know dude i got so excited for the movie and i just ended up dissapointed 😭 but well, at least it entertained me :D
ALSO, I WANT TO DRAW SOMETHING BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DRAW AND I WANT IT TO BE SLASHER THEMED SO PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS. IF I GET TO DRAW SOMETHING I WILL SHOW IT TO U ( >▽< )
(Also- i got another of those weird dreams with slashers 😭 i was really short but it was about billy lenz. I remember that in the dream i woke up in my room and billy was there in a corner and i obviously started screaming (i don't know if from fear or from enthusiasm) but then he tried to kill me, and all of suddendly i grabbed an fork from under my pillow (i don't know why) and started to threaten him HAJSJJA and for some reason he also had a fork and well we started having an fork fight. Then i woke up 💀 my dreams are really fucking weird but they are so funny i just can't get enough of them-)
WELL BYE SORRY IF THIS IS LONG BUT I LOVE INTERACTING WITH THIS ACCOUNT ;;-;;
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OH MY GOD BRO HIIIII. I WAS GETTING KINDA WORRIED
You did the right thing in taking a break if you needed it. Don't force yourself into interacting or doing stuff that drains your already very low energy. Take good care okay? Eat, take your meds, drink water, try to go for a walk if you can and do something that makes you feel happy and relaxed. I DON'T WANT ONE OF MY FAV GREMLINS TO GET SICK OR ANYTHING OKAY?
But no for real bro, I may not know exactly what you're going through but I know the feeling of not getting anywhere good with your life and its really hard when you feel like that. Not gonna tell you yOu hAVe tO bE poSiTivE or yOu dOnT hAVe to WoRRy abOuT it. If you need to feel sad or you need to say rant ecc then do it bro. You have every right to feel bad or sad and to complain about it.
You're very right about the fact that things can't stay forever like this. One day it would be less hard to go on and other days won't, you just have to find some reasons to keep going until the good days come back. SO YEAH TAKE CARE AND DON'T LISTEN TO ANYONE GIVING YOU SHIT OR SAYING HOW OR HOW TO NOT FEEL.
Now speaking of halloween ends THAT SHIT WAS ASS. THEY BULLIED MY BELOVED PEEPAW, THEY TURN HIM INTO A USELESS OLD FART USING A SEWER AS A RETIREMENT HOUSE. THEY LET A DERANGED TWINK BEAT HIM UP AND STEAL HIS MASK AND CALL HIM AN OLD MAN.
Like for real WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT THAT MOVIE WAS SOMETHING RIGHT TO DO
Like I was so happy too about it cause I have been feeling like shit and I was so hyped to see some peepaw content JUST FOR THEM TO PULL THAT FUCKING SHIT.
Yes corey was hot, yes he was a good character BUT THEY RUINED HIM TOO SO WTF WAS THE POINT OF PUTTING HIM IN THE MOVIE.
ANYWAYS BRO YOU SAID YOU NEEDED SOME IDEAS FOR SLASHER DRAWINGS? I've been trying to draw slashers but like as cute ghost and doing Halloween things I KNOW ITS BASIC BUT YOU COULD TRY. YOU'RE CERTAINLY WILL DO BETTER THAN ME
Bro your dreams should be subject of study CAUSE AT THIS POINT NOT EVEN I CAN KEEP UP WITH THEM. WHERE DOES YOUR BRAIN FIND SO MUCH IMAGINATION
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the-lost-beast · 6 months
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Trivia: drawing Kíran
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Kíran´s green plumage is something I had in mind for a while, and that comes from Oak´s design. I desgined them first and then wondered, hey, what bird has rich green feathers like Oak? So really I just sprinkled ´green bird´ in the Internet stew and settled for the Didric Cuckoo, a really beautiful bird. When you see Oak (their design will be revealed in Chapter 8 btw), you immediately see how they´re related to KÍran.
There was a lot of brainstorming before I even started drawing him. After looking at several pictures of the Didric Cuckoo, I had a rather precise idea of what the colours and plumage would look like. but not much for the rest. Well, surprisingly, drawing Kíran came quite naturally! This (above) is the first sketch I made of him and it set all his main features right away.
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I liked his design already and tried drawing him again before I made any changes, just to make sure I was actually able to draw him consistantly. I first thought I'd change the braid because it was too simple but eventually I think it's good! And I was not sure about the beard but I think it's very funny, it makes him very dad™ and I love it. But one thing about him is if I draw him smiling then it's not Kíran anymore. Wtf. Who is this boy? No, he has to look like the serious dad he is >:(
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Funny thing about how drawing characters can change the way you see them is, I just can't get his wings' size right. Bellam's wings are huge and that makes them easy to draw. Kíran's have a very specific knife shape to his wings. But that often makes them too thin or small. Btw ignore the very chaotic proportions of the full body drawing below.
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Anyway, funny thing is, because I couldn't draw his wings properly, I decided to make them too small for him. So Kíran was born with wings unable to carry him, he can't fly. It adds a lot of interesting parameters to the story. His being an accomplished Rito warrior with a disability will make it so he can guide Oak with their own. Plus it makes sense with other things, one being that he trains Oak to fight with weapons traditionally not used by Rito.
Here you go, bonus sketches.
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Kíran and Bellam have a complicated relationship but they are, or used to be, great friends. No spoil though. Chapter 5 is out on Wattpad and AO3. Chapter 6, The Hebra, is being drafted. Will try to post it before Halloween. See you then, meanwhile, come say hi~
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c-kaeru · 6 years
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Have some morning Dean idk (Cas is next)
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curioskitty · 3 years
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THE・Rarest Bakugou
Given Bakugou-kun's description as a "juvenile delinquent" (Horikoshi sensei uses the term 不良少年, or furyou shounen, meaning juvenile delinquent boy), it's expected that he wouldn't conform to standard. So obviously, it's not possible to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie properly................
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What is up with this perfectly tied nonsense right here?!
Bakugou-kun, I thought I knew you!!! THE LIES! THE BETRAYAL!!!
But, it's probably just a fluke. You didn't mean it, right Horikoshi-sensei?
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WTF?! WHY?!!! Horikoshi-sensei?!
Yep. Contrary to expectations, Bakugou-kun wearing a tie correctly only ranks at Ultra Rare status: difficult to find, but not impossible.
So, what's rarer than a tie-wearing Bakugou-kun? Go Beyond, Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou!
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In fact, it's even harder to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie improperly. Given proto-Bakugou's loose tie design, I would have expected that to be the likelier delinquent-esque tie option. But I've only seen Horikoshi-sensei draw him like this once:
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(Horikoshi-sensei's one year celebration illustration. This is still fairly early in the publication.)
On top of that, Bakugou-kun consistently wears his uniform tie-less and with at least one button undone on his shirt collar. His pants are always slung low on his hips and legs bunching up at his feet (except when he had to wear jeans for Best Jeanist). You can even see panels where Horikoshi-sensei drew in the rips at the hems near the heel where they drag on the ground.
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So why the inconsistency, Horikoshi-sensei? I see you over there, stop pretending you didn't notice. I know you're paying attention.
Horikoshi-sensei gave proto-Bakugou a loosened tie, so what is the reasoning for taking Bakugou-kun's tie away?
Some No-Tie Theories
Fan Theory #1: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW
//Like Midoriya-kun, Bakugou-kun came from a middle school with gakuran uniforms. They never learned how to tie them. Midoriya-kun messes up his tie, while Bakugou-kun doesn't even bother to try.//
I actually think this is the least likely reason. Bakugou-kun was designed to be a naturally talented genius. I think this applies to anything he wants to do. If he does something, it's always perfectly done.
Bakugou-kun can (and does if you look above) tie it perfectly when necessary.
CONCLUSION: If Bakugou-kun doesn't do something, it's completely out of personal preference or because he doesn't see a reason to.
Fan Theory #2: REBELLIOUS NATURE
//Bakugou-kun is a delinquent and maintains that image because he thinks it looks cool. Or maybe he is rebelling against fashion designer parents. Either way, because of his family background he knows how to tie a tie, but wants to be a rebel.//
I'd give partial points for this one. I'm pretty sure he wears his pants loose at least partially because he thinks it looks cool. However, Bakugou-kun's parents were noted to be designers and not specifically fashion designers.
Despite appearances, this is the kid that sleeps at 8:30pm, doesn't break school rules, and yells at his friends for smoking.
He zips up the collar on his gym track suit all the way. Both the summer and winter versions get the same treatment. He doesn't feel the need to "make a statement" by wearing his track uniform incorrectly. Outside of class, he can and does sometimes wear his track jacket unzipped, but during class he always wears it properly.
So then why does Bakugou-kun refuse to wear the band T-shirt and Christmas party Santa outfit? Because he isn't cooperative. In Ultra Analysis, his Cooperativeness Stat was the lowest rank: E.
CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun may be non-conformist and uncooperative, but he isn't a rebel.
Fan Theory #3: TRAUMA/PTSD
//This is one of the more popular theories. Between Dabi grabbing his neck, the Sludge Villain and being restrained at the School Festival, our boy has been through the wringer. As a result, he just doesn't like stuff around his neck because it gives him anxiety.//
The Western Fandom is definitely concerned about the mental health of the kids. But I don't actually think this is the reason. Not that I don't think they all need some therapy and self care, especially right now, but there just isn't evidence for this specific trauma in Bakugou-kun.
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He wears scarves and even turtle necks without a problem.
On top of that, Bakugou-kun ALSO unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and gakuran in middle school; even from before the Sludge Villain incident. There isn't any evidence Bakugou-kun changed his dressing habits due to trauma. He wore a scarf to the entrance exam for UA, too.
CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun has ALWAYS worn his shirts with the top button unbuttoned.
These 3 theories are inadequate, too. Even if they did explain the reasons Bakugou-kun doesn't wear a uniform tie, they don't factor in the reasoning for why he DOES wear his other ties properly sometimes.
HC#1: Bakugou-kun's preference
Bakugou-kun doesn't seem to care about his image and how "extras" see him. Even during the press interviews after his hero debut, he wore the same style of open collar look. He's not shy about being nude or taking his shirt off.
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But what he hates is being uncomfortable.
He is "explosively brawny". Just look at how thick Bakugou-kun's neck is when compared to Midoriya-kun's. It isn't just that Midoriya-kun is supposed to be scrawny, but also that Bakugou-kun has a thicker than average neck.
Bakugou-kun doesn't like to button up his shirts all the way because it's uncomfortable. It's reasonable that he zips his track suit and everything else up because those are looser at the neck or made of stretchier materials.
As for why he doesn't wear the uniform tie at all... Don't forget Bakugou-kun is a perfectionist and a bit of a neat freak.
He always tucks his shirt in. For the band performance he wore a collared black dress shirt. From what we saw of his room, it's minimalist and clean. I don't see him wanting to look like a slob.
A sloppy loose tie would probably irritate him more than just not wearing it (which is even funnier when you think about Midoriya-kun's chonk tie. It probably makes him want to strangle Midoriya-kun, or maybe just tie it himself...)
Bakugou-kun has difficulties compromising when it comes to his high standards. So if he has to wear it, it's going to be either 0% or 100%.
HC#2: Explosiveness
Why draw Bakugou-kun with either 0% tie or 100% tie? If Horikoshi-sensei is going for a delinquent image, wouldn't the 50% tie option make more sense?
Taking a look again at Bakugou-kun's profile page, Horikoshi-sensei describes him to be explosive in every way. That includes his whole body being "explosively brawny", but also adds a note that he looks slender in clothes.
Horikoshi-sensei put an effort to make every element of Bakugou-kun's character in some state of either fully compressed or explosive.
His slimming clothes, general appearance and even his speech patterns are highly compressed (blunt/terse) and loud. The extremes of his attitude are compressed too; if Bakugou-kun is not loudly raging, then he's quietly observing.
This contrast is key to his character. You can't explode if you aren't compressed first. It's supposed to be shocking to see how brawny he actually is under his slenderizing clothes. And I always feel shocked whenever I see this kid compressed into a tie.
HC#3: Deku & Kacchan
These two are set apart from the class by design and very much on purpose. Horikoshi-sensei designed them to be at opposite ends of the same spectrum.
If Bakugou-kun has muscular arms, then Midoriya-kun needs muscular legs. If Midoriya-kun buttons up his shirt all the way to the collar, then Bakugou-kun's collar has to be loose. Their designs reflect their connection.
So if Midoriya-kun has a poorly tied tie, the opposite of that is either non-existant or perfectly tied. If it's perfectly tied, he'd just blend in with the class.
The no-tie option just makes more sense.
Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou
Horikoshi-sensei only ever draws Bakugou-kun with a tie in specific scenarios. Costume events that require the neck tie as part of the costume or "fancy" events where everyone is in formal wear. And even in those, Bakugou-kun manages to not wear his tie 90% of the time.
So, I just imagine that when Horikoshi-sensei makes Bakugou-kun wear his tie, he's super grumpy! Just look at his face in every illustration he's wearing a tie in. He's probably hot, uncomfortable, and really not enjoying himself at all.
Ultimately, the "Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou" is a Bakugou-kun who wears the tie and SMILES while doing it.
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(Yes, I know that's NOT actually a tie. Shut up Bakugou-kun. You're only smirking in this one because you won the Popularity Poll for the 5th time in a row...)
(Well that's random, you say? Welcome to my blog. Considering the stuff going down on canon, I figured I should give fans, and myself, a break from angst to talk about something silly.
Please note that this applies only to the manga. I've found that the anime isn't quite so strict about how Bakugou-kun looks.
Regarding the headcanons, I just want to clarify that everyone is free to think whatever they like. I enjoy all headcanons and support your right to have them.
I wrote this a while ago and then debated posting it because it's such a huge meta about... Bakugou-kun's tie. I had regrets. But now it's become my new years post. Regrets were for 2020, it's already 2021!
Demons out, fortune in!!! I know it's not setsubun for another month, but 2020 was such a demon.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!)
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jojotichakorn · 2 years
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Omg not me thinking I'd mostly scream about yokdan to you but I just want to scream about gramblack instead 😩 the way we all already knew gram was in love with black and those figures in black's apartment were gramblack but I still fucking LOST IT when we got the confirmation 😭 I need Black to wake up NOW 😭 (not just so we can get proper gramblack scenes, but also so seanwhite can properly progress without sean thinking he's black)
no but I'll scream about yokdan too because WTF WAS /THAT/, YOK? like what was that look and that smile? Yok is so gone for dan I can't 😩 and the way dan looked at yok's lips byeeeee
Btw, I'm not really worried about dan being a cop because I'm sure there's a reason. Like, he clearly doesn't subscribe to the ideology an average cop has. On the contrary, the activist art he's painting is directly at odds with it. So I'm sure we'll find out his reasons eventually. The way yok was shook when he found out though. Do you think this'll turn him off pursuing dan? I think he might struggle with the notion of dan being a cop for a bit, but ultimately he'll want to chase after him even more because he'll be confused as to how a cop became an anti-establishment activist and will want to get to the bottom of it. (and to dan's bottom if ya know what I mean 💀)
I also saw people were confused about sean and namo but personally I still don't see them as more than friends. I still think their relationship is purely platonic and sean's place is just namo's shelter when she fights with her family. As usual, white jumped to the wrong conclusion imo, he does that a lot lbr. 😂
Also, I think we can all safely assume that the people who jumped white were gram and sean (and maybe gumpa was there too?), because they suspect something's up with black, right? But in the next ep preview they seem to be working with white normally, so I don't think anything will come of that ambush. What do you think?
heyyy, dear!! gramblack and yokdan are definitely on equal footing as my faves now, so i totally relate.
as for what yok is going to do next, i think he's going to pursue dan even more, but with mixed feelings this time around. on the one hand, he is a cop which automatically disqualifies anyone from being a good person. on the other hand, he is drawing all this art, where the police are very clearly depicted as villainous and systematically wrong (rather than, for example, giving power to a select few bad individuals - he clearly denounces police as a whole). so now dan is like a riddle yok wants to solve, and next time dan asks "why are you following me?", yok will have some clearer answers. (rip to prison abolitionist mork tho, because he would die if he knew that someone with his face was a fucking cop).
i hope you are right about namo, i want her and sean to be strictly platonic besties as well 🥺 i'm thinking that maybe namo and sean's vague status, as well as the situation with eugene and gram, which made white (and probably some viewers) jump to certain conclusions, will all lead to criticism of heteronormativity? a guy and a girl hang out a lot or hug once and suddenly them dating (or at least having romantic and/or sexual feelings for each other) is a bigger possibility than them just being friends. could be something that a series like not me could potentially want to tackle.
i agree that people who jumped white are likely gram and sean, maybe with gumpa (who might have made up the plan in the first place, because he seems exactly the type of person to do that). as for what it's gonna lead to, i don't know what to think yet. black's condition is much better now, and we got a very ominous "the doctors don't know when he is going to wake up" that just means it could be any moment now, at the very end of the series or anywhere in-between. what i'm trying to say though, is that i definitely think white's identity reveal will take place a couple of episodes before black wakes up and i also think that black will wake up somewhere around 2/3 of the series, so i am really trying to think from there.
the teaser itself very intentionally focuses on just the mission and shows us very little of white, so i can almost imagine them already knowing, but just kinda... going with it, at least for now, while sean has this whole thing planned? but i do think it's far more likely that white makes up some sort of an explanation as to why "black" could be acting that way (which he should have done a million years ago) and they are still suspicious but don't find out anything concrete.
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You know what, it might not be fair to judge without having seen the actual episode(s) he's in but that intro screams creep. First appearances mean something. Characters behaving weird and potentially threatening in a trailer don't usually turn out to be Good in the actual show.
I can totally see them having done a role/character switcharoo between Lambert and Eskel as well as having him look like a teenager and it makes me so damn annoyed. Not even specifically because they did it but because the people on twt are eating it up.
Hook, line and sinker for a conventionally attractive, twinky white man with the predicted personality of a shoelace. And for everybody new to the character, this ofc will be how they'll write/draw him. Wonderful. I can't wait.
You've got it in one.
He is majorly creepy. And I will say it again: this is the dude that Triss is meant to admire because he "always conducts himself properly". But he looks about Ciri's age, leans into her face to the point she has to lean away and demands to know who she is. Wtf is that?
Good point on switching Lambert and Eskel's characterisation. It's probably too complex to show someone who behaves like an actual asshole but is still caring, maybe? I'm just hoping that people tag their work properly and I can filter it out/not see it.
As for the people on Twitter, their preferred fandom experience is thirsting on actors. Preferably white dudes with that actor's aesthetic, while also being horrifically hostile to... actual men. It's... Odd.
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wornoutmouse · 3 years
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Ojiro x Black reader
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Sub/Dom dynamics.
Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"
But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi
I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈
"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"
It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course. 
"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."
You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!" 
You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!" 
You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.
A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price. 
(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)
Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE
You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.
You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.
You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction. 
When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!" 
That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence." 
In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction. 
*Thump*
You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"
*Thump*
The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.
His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.
*Thump*
That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n." 
A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'
Click
You stop in your tracks as you hear  movement behind you.
 'he got in didn't he'
'why did I give him the key?'
You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck. 
"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.
Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"
Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"
Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"
Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."
He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.
"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.
"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.
"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me." 
Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.
"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."
Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."
You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."
You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.
You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.
Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.
You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.
Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.
"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.
As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.
Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!" 
Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before. 
Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.
He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji." 
The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in.  Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.
Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit. 
You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.
"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours. 
You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.
"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.
Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."
You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.
You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.
"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum." 
You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.
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ravenhealer5 · 3 years
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I shipped em and ngl..When Mikasa killed Eren...I didn't feel emotionally impacted at all, I felt little when she pushed herself to kill him.. i felt sadder when colt died. something was just missing, I was just like "oh? did eren just..die?" It didn't draw much emotion out of me, it didn't give me the emotional impact Yams had intended it to have and the kiss scene threw me off, the panel disturbed me at first ngl, esp w/ ymir just standing there smiling and staring
Oh! That sucks  😞😞
For me however, it was quite the opposite. I cried so hard, for about two weeks I kept crying. I'd be doing something, like making tea in the kitchen and I'll remember the chapter and I'll burst into tears. And someone on twitter made an EreMika edit with Brielle Von Hugel's cover of The One That Got away, it just broke me. It wasn't Eren I was sad about, since his death was beyond obvious by that point, it was about EreMika. Mikasa having to kill Eren and him showing her her ideal dream and asking her to forget about him and be happy, everything together just hit that spot in my heart. I did think Mikasa could be the one to do it, my brother had always been very adamant that she'll be the one to kill Eren. And I thought that would make sense for why the story had her so attached to Eren all this time. It was all a build up for this final moment. I just didn't want it to happen because it felt too much. I wasn't sure it could be executed properly. What I always thought was that EreMika was gonna get a proper closure and that the scarf will play a role in that final moment. And I personally was very satisfied with how things were handled.
About the kiss though, I understand. I personally liked it in the sense it felt very AOTish? To me at least, after seeing king Fritz chopping Ymir's corpse and feeding it to their daughters, it wasn't a WTF???!!! moment. Also I thought it captured the essence of Eren and Mikasa's relationship? I've mentioned in a previous post how both beauty and cruelty are present in EM's relationship and together they almost create a conflict. And they're tangled together so you can't really separate them, if you pull one the other also comes together (for example, take all their beautiful moments and see how they all happen after a tragic moment). So imo, that kiss right after she decapitates him captured that beautifully (also, the decapitated head clearly looked like he was kissing her back? I know it makes no sense scientifically but like a lot of things won't make sense if I bring real life science into AOT). So, as a reader it was cool with me, but yeah, I don't think I'd want that for a ship I adore.
Also, Colt's death made me really emotional, especially because he chose to die for his little brother and I also have a little brother. He's definitely one of my favourite characters.
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