#Hat Kid has no idea that he was a menace

[witch-sweets]

Heres a poorly drawn comic about Hat Kid questioning The Prince's personality compared to Snatchers and how they aren't technically that different from eachother when it comes to "evilness"

(Also featuring a human MJ cameo for no particular reason)

In other words:

Peckneck literally becomes innocent in front of kids and his gf only to turn around and sue someone for looking at him funny

You can be a menace to society and still be oblivious and slightly naive when it comes to toxic relationships

Rose tinted glasses and all that

You can also be a menace to society and still be polite when the situation calls for it

Being nice to kids and stuff isn't that hard

Basically I'm trying to make him a mixture of most Prince portrayals in the fandom and a slight menace to society that carries Snatchers snark and chaotic behavior-

[dreamsy990]

i drew silly gijinkas of my dogs

the dogs in question

[igotanidea]

Penguin shaped walker: Dick Grayson x reader

summary/request: Dick teaching clumsy!reader how to skate, making a show the moment she slipped out of his hand, rushing to save her from landing on her butt after some kids bumped into her.

by @animegirlfromvietnam - thank you, I had so much fun writitng it!! I added a litle something on the end to make it even cuter ;)

***

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain*

This was it.

This was the exact moment she was about to look into the face of a creator and be judged for her mortal life and her sins.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew*

She had a good life. One filled with happiness and laughter and tears and regret, but a good life nonetheless.

For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught*

In the last blink of her consciousness she clearly saw Dick’s face right in front of her eyes and remembered the love they shared.

But now it was her time to go.

She spread her arms ready to be taken away from the terrestrial carcass of tears –

I did it my way!*

***

An hour earlier

“I’m telling you this is a bad idea. B-A-D.” she muttered, standing on the sidelines of the ice rink, arms crossed over her chest, hat crooked on her head and despite the pout and pursed lips she was looking quite adorable.

“Come on, hon, it’s not really that hard. You do know how to rollerblade right? This is practically the same!” Dick was doing his best to convince her to put on her skates and join him on the rink, but she was extremely stubborn. He should have known better after all she was his girlfriend and he had to face that persistence more than once.

“It’s completely different! For example when I rollerblade I am not prone to the risk of having my aorta cut with a blade from the skates!”

“Y/N-“

“No! I am not –“

“This is a kids’ rink.” Dick sighed heavily, honestly getting a little embarrassed himself.

“Is not! There are adults here as well!”

“Yes. There are. Like that father there, teaching his 2 year old how to slide.”

“So what?’ she scoffed

“So what? Well, so that in this scenario –“ Dick pointed out to her and then to him “I am the daddy and you are my two year old.”

“I’m not entirely sure if you were aiming at sounding dirty or did it just happen…”

“Sh. Later. Not in public. Now you come here-“

He lunged at her, taking her by complete surprise therefore also leaving her no room to fight against his iron grip as she found herself being dragged to the rink. And the only reason why she didn’t end up bruised from his hands on her waist (yet at least) was due to her puffy coat preventing any semi-permanent damage.

***

“Oh come on!”

“No!”

“Y/n, don’t be ridiculous!”

“I just want to be safe!” she clutched the edge of the railing, making poor attempts at sliding, tripping over her own skates over and over again.

“And you think you won’t be safe in my arms?” Dick tilted his head, smirking knowing well enough she walked right into the trap he set for here. There were no good answers to that question.

“Yes! I mean – no! I mean-“

“Hey, do you want me to get you a penguin?”

“A what now?”

“A penguin-“ he pointed towards the shed on the other side of the rink crowded with over a meter high plastic figures with handles. “Unless you want a dolphin? I can get you a dolphin babe. Just say a word and – “

“No! No, I don't want a penguin! Or a dolphin! I – “ she stopped, grinding her teeth at the sight of two 12-year-olds, showing off, doing some sort of pirouettes right beside her. And Y/N was absolutely sure  they stuck a tongue at her barely holding back from following those two and rubbing their ears.

“Whoa! Whoa! Hold where you are!” Dick quickly realized  what was happening (damn the vigilante instincts) and grabbed her from behind.

“They are - !”

“I know.”

“But it’s mean and-“

“I know, honey. 12 year olds are menaces today. Have you met my younger brother Damian, by any chance?”

“Hm? Oh wait, what? You have a brother? It’s news to me.”

“I bet it is. After all, it's not like you spent two hours last night picking chewing gum from your hair. And that wasn’t even the literal 12 year old but a mental one.”

“Don’t remind me…” she muttered, pulling the hat lower on her head.

“Hey, on the bright side, if you survived Jason and Damian, this little ice skating lesson will be a piece of cake”

“Hmpf.”

“Good girl.” Dick patted her head almost as if she was a dog. “Now, are you absolutely sure, you don’t want that walker?”

“No!”

“But it’s gonna be sad!”

“How old are you?! Dick! Dick, come back here, where are you going!? Damn you! Don’t leave me! Dick---!”

***

He did this on fucking purpose.

It was his plan all along. To humiliate her, taking pictures with his stupid laughing face on the foreground with Y/N clutching the sides of that silly smiley penguin, like her life depended on it.

Well – honestly – it did, because clearly her boyfriend, her protector, was more interested in faming on social media than on actually helping her.

Exposing her to the open ridicule of the entire group of 12 year olds, who weren’t even trying to hide the giggles.

Mean girls. And boys. Mean kids.

Maybe there was some movie potential in this.

“What are you staring at…” she muttered at the penguin, clearly already losing her mind. But hey, if nothing else worked she might try to get Dick’s attention by pretending to have to be admitted to the mental facility right. Talking not just to herself but to an inanimate object that were helping her stand, even if shakily.

“Hm? You were saying something?” Dick spun around, making a perfect backward circle around her only to spin around his axis and face her with a grin, not even breaking a sweat.

“Showoff…”

“This is where hard work takes you. Now. You two are making a great couple, I think I’m getting jealous with the way you treat this penguin like your support or something-“

“DICK!” whops. Yelling his name like that was probably a mistake and she instantly mouthed a sorry and sent an apologetic smile to the mom who covered her kid’s ears.

“Oh, okay, all right. I can’t believe you are forcing me to put my hands on you and actually help you.”

“Such a tragedy, isn’t it….”

“A Greek tragedy. I am doomed now.” He laughed, and grabbed her hand with one of his own, the other resting on her back as they slowly started making baby steps.

Or slides.

***

“See, I told you it’s not that hard. You are making quite a lot of progress here.”

“Well now that I think of it, it’s getting kind of fun and – don’t you dare let it get to your head!”

Dick raised his hands in the air in a sign of complete innocence, shaking his head.

She laughed.

And then they both realized something.

He raised his hands.

He raised his hands.

Both of them.

And that meant Y/N was deprived of the support she still so desperately needed.

And – life’s funny isn’t it – a few things happened almost at the same time.

She started losing balance and before he could even reach for her – and obviously his movements were the movie-worth slow motion that stupid bitch self-appointed star of the rink rushed at Y/N with a full speed.

In the last bright thought (or not) she grabbed the girl hoping for some grounding and regaining her composure but it was futile—

“DIIIIII—”

“Yyyyyy/Nnnnnn---” he yelled and for some reason that was also in slow motion, his face stretching in a comedy style, making him look like a cartoon bulldog.

But she was not in a position to laugh at the irony of the situation.

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain

Yeah, yeah, we know, we’ve already been there. She was about to meet the creator – blah, blah, blah…

Damn, girls can be so dramatic at times, don’t you think?

What?

Oh, sorry, I am breaking the fourth wall here, right, right, back to the story.

“I’m dying!”

“You are not dying Y/n!”

“I can’t see! I’m blinded!”

“You are staring right at the reflector, of course you can’t see.”

“I will never walk again--!”

“Of course you will walk again, come on. I caught you, feel this?” he grabbed her waist a little tighter so she would understand she didn’t actually bump her bottom on the ice. “Would you like me to squeeze something else to bring you back to reality?”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I told you, you were safe with me.”

“So I will walk again?”

“Yes you will most certainly walk again. After your ego is healed and –  Ouch! Why?!”

“for laughing at me!” she whacked his arm again. “I’ll kiss you later when we’re alone.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. And now-“ she was about to stand up and try skating again when he noticed the girl who purposely bumped into her staring at the whole scene with wide eyes and immediately changed her plan.  “Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!” she dramatically fell right back into Dick’s arms.

“What? But you said-“

“OUCCCHH!”

“Y/N! What is going on, you didn’t fall, I don’t understand-“

“Come on, you fool, work with me here!” she hissed quietly, pointing at the girl

“You are one cruel woman, you know that? Scaring the kid like that?”

“Like you never played pranks on Damian-“

“This is different. Damian is my brother, older ones are supposed to harden the younger-“

‘He’s an assassin-“

“And yet, he has no idea about the complexity of real life and-“

“Excuse me….”

They both snapped at the sound of a soft, quiet voice and a tugging at the edge of Dick’s coat.

“Hey there.” Dick smiled encouragingly and Y/N noted to strangle him for the innate golden retriever attitude.

“Is she okay?’ the girl asked

“I think she’ll live and – “

“I’M DYING!”

“Will you stop this Y/N?”

“But-“

“I’m sorry!” The girl clutched Dick’s coat a little tighter instinctively knowing that if anyone could be her hero in this moment it was the big smiling guy. “I really am, I didn’t mean to bump into you and-“

“You were laughing at me! You and your friends!”

“Yes but – but – it was not a mean laugh. I swear, you just looked so funny and nice sliding with that walker. Like you two were just good spending time together.  And I’m not really used to old girls looking funny. Most of the ones I know just tell me to piss off and-“ the girl looked down “I’m sorry.”

“Oh you poor thing.” Y/N jumped out of Dick;s arms and kneeled to look at the girl’s face, letting go of the fact she was just called old. “It’s fine. You are forgiven. And trust me, there are plenty of mature girls, who are still funny. You should meet my friend Stephanie, that one is a jokester-“

***

“And I just really don’t know if he likes me or not-“

“Well it depends. You’re 12, right? Boys this age can be really tricky to read, unable to express their own emotions. Now tell me about that Alex girl again-“

Dick was smiling so widely, that his lips would probably end up being numb the other day.

Somehow the three of them ended up in a nearby café, each with a cup of hot cocoa in hands, while the girls were just talking and talking and talking.

Seemed like Abby was not really a mean girl, more like underestimated, omitted and a little shy one who didn’t have anyone to talk to about girl’s stuff.

Almost like someone else Dick knew and the realization made him let out a chuckle.

“What?” both Y/n and Abby looked at him, tilting their heads to the sides, narrowing eyes a little, curiosity filling their gazes.

“Nothing, nothing. Just remembered I still got those photos on my phone.”

“Mh. Sure, sure, you can tag me, I allow you.”

“Huh! As if your consent was the only thing stopping me from posting them.”

Y/N reached for her own phone and without warning snapped a photo of Dick, who was completely unaware that the foam from the cocoa reached his nose hanging there as if he just snorted.

“NOoooooo!”

Abby laughed.

“You two are funny. Really funny. I didn’t know adults could be that funny. But it seems like you two like it like this? You like each other?”

“You have no idea, kiddo. We like each other. Very, very much so.” Dick grinned and started placing little kisses on the side of Y/N’s face. “Very much indeed.”

Seven years later

"Keep holding her, Dick!"

"I am holding her!" he responded with a laugh, grabbing their little daugher a little tighter, so she wouldn't trip over her little legs that were more dangling in the air, rather than touching the ice.

"Daddy! daddy, put me down!" the five year old girl cried out "I want to skate! I want to be as good as you and mommy!"

"Oh honey, if you only knew-" Dick laughed, remembering all the time it took for Y/N to actually learn.

"Hush! Hush both of you! I'm gonna go grab a walker for you, kiddo."

There he was.

Standing in the same place, almost as if waiting just for her, still with the same smile that wasn't wiped out even after all these years and after all those little and big hands clutching him.

"Hello friend." she smiled "wanna go another round?"

*lyrics of the songs "My way" by Frank Sinatra.

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 15

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

Warning: Tragedy, Angst, Manipulation, Intimidation

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Her body shivered as she heard him admit his actions without remorse. This scary man’s name is Lance. He’s dangerous and sadistic, with no moral compass.

Lance’s presence was intimidating. He was a hulking figure with a sinister smile that never quite reached his cold, calculating eyes. His hands, large and scarred, rested on the table with a casual menace. His voice was a deep, gravelly rumble that carried an unspoken threat, making it clear that he was a man who thrived on fear and chaos.

He will do anything to get what he wants. She had heard from some people that Lance had a plan to kidnap a billionaire’s kid and demand a ransom.

Genevieve didn’t want to participate and felt lucky that she had escaped that circle of hell. But right now, she was walking back into hell to stop the humiliation her family received from you.

Lance put out his cigar and leaned back, his eyes glinting with malevolence. “You’re not here for a cup of tea, right?”

Genevieve took a seat beside him, trying to steady her trembling hands. “I need your advice. I’ll give you money.”

He let out a low chuckle, sending chills down her spine. “Now we’re speaking the same language.”

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Bucky went to visit the new manufacturing company. He felt a wave of fear when he stepped into the factory. As he was receiving the tour, he passed by some workers. One particular worker, with a larger build than the others, wore a big hat that covered his upper face. Bucky shivered. It was the same feeling he had when he was kidnapped. His trauma was triggered again.

He turned to take a good look at the man again, catching only a side view. But that smirk—he knew it. He had seen it a million times in his nightmares. That man was his kidnapper.

Bucky's heart started beating fast, and he couldn't keep standing. He struggled to breathe and then collapsed. Everyone around him panicked.

"Boss!!!" His assistant and secretary quickly rushed to help Bucky, but their touch only made his symptoms more severe.

"Call an ambulance!" the assistant yelled, and others frantically tried to assist.

Except for Lance. He looked on from afar and smirked. This was exactly what Genevieve had asked Lance to do: trigger Bucky's trauma and trap him in his own nightmare.

You received a call from Juliana informing you that Bucky had been taken to the hospital. When you arrived, you found out that Bucky had lost consciousness. You felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for not being able to help him.

Juliana looked at you with concern, her eyes filled with worry. You clenched your fists, your heart aching for Bucky. "I should have been there for him."

Juliana put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "There's no way you could have known. All we can do now is be here for him when he wakes up."

You nodded, determined. "I will. I won't let him face this alone."

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While Genevieve felt great that her plan was working, she didn’t know that Jonathan had another idea: to arrange an engagement between Victoria and another successful family.

Victoria pointed at the photo of a man she knew from her social circle. "Him?" It was Ryan Henken, a rich daddy's boy.

Jonathan nodded. "You both already know each other. It will be easy to fast-track the engagement."

Victoria's face twisted in disbelief. "He’s not the right person to marry. His mind is messed up." It was true; she hung out with Ryan and others, but he was the type of man suited for parties, not family life. She knew how Ryan treated his former girlfriends. The man was crazy.

Even after listening to his daughter, he remained firm. "His parents have already agreed to this."

"You didn't even discuss this with me! Are you going to let me have a miserable marriage?" Victoria's voice was filled with desperation.

"You still live under my roof. My rule," Jonathan said coldly, leaving the room. His decision was final, and no one could change it.

Victoria clenched her fists in frustration. Her peaceful life had started crumbling after you ruined her engagement with Bucky. This was all because of you.

Upset, Victoria drove around the city aimlessly. She eventually stopped at a park and began walking, trying to clear her mind.

“Pretty lady, you dropped your keys,” she heard an elderly voice say.

Turning around, she widened her eyes. She knew this older woman—it was your grandmother, Cassandra.

Victoria clenched her fists as she approached. "Thank you," she said, leaning down to pick up the keys. She leaned closer and whispered to Cassandra, "The woman who stays with you is not Ophelia, but your granddaughter. Your daughter is dead, killed by her husband. And the granddaughter who stays with you shares the same blood as the man who killed Ophelia."

Cassandra's breath shortened, and she pulled at her hair in distress. "Ophelia… No… My baby!"

“Hey! What did you do to her?” Cassandra's caretaker pushed Victoria away from the elderly woman.

Seeing Cassandra devastated made Victoria feel a twisted sense of fulfillment. "I'm just telling the truth," she said, then left, acting as if she had nothing to do with Cassandra's agony.

Cassandra's mind was in turmoil, unable to accept that her daughter was dead.

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You rushed home immediately when you heard your grandma had fainted from a panic attack. What was happening? First Bucky, now your grandma?

As you entered her room, the first thing Cassandra said when she saw you made your heart ache. Her weak hands trembled as she tried to reach for you. "Ophelia, you're here." You went into her arms, only for her to push you away, leaving you flabbergasted.

Her frantic eyes bore into you. "No. You died!" Cassandra's voice broke with grief. "It's my fault." She kept mumbling, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry." The caretaker had to calm her down with medication.

Slowly, you walked out of her bedroom, not realizing tears had started slipping from your eyes. You were the type of person who found it difficult to cry.

The first time you fully remembered crying was when your mother got sick. The second time was at Ophelia's funeral. The third time was when Genevieve tore down the glass house your mother had built. The fourth time was when Cassandra began forgetting you because of her dementia.

You leaned your back against the wall and slowly slid down, sitting on the floor as you cried.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps and someone calling your name. You lifted your head and saw Patrick standing there.

Patrick saw you crying for the first time, and his heart ached for you. He knelt down and hugged you tightly. "It's alright, you can get through this," he whispered.

As he held you, you felt a sense of security you had longed for. It would be a lie to say you never craved affection from your father. But with Patrick, you could sense his genuine desire to protect you.

Patrick's embrace was strong and warm, his hand gently rubbing your back. "I wish I could have been here for you sooner," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "But I'm here now, and I won't let you go through this alone."

You clung to him, your tears soaking his shirt. For the first time in a long while, you felt the kind of support and love you had missed so desperately. It was a bittersweet comfort, knowing that Patrick was there for you while feeling the weight of your losses even more keenly.

Patrick gently wiped away your tears, his eyes filled with determination. "We'll get through this together," he promised, his voice steady and reassuring. "I won't let anything else happen to you or your grandma."

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At the charity event, where many guests and influential people were gathered in the ballroom, the spokesperson said, “We’re grateful for the generous donation from our biggest benefactor, Jonathan Sinclair,” gesturing for Jonathan to stand up so the guests could see him and give him an ovation.

Jonathan stood up and smiled, but suddenly, Patrick appeared and punched him hard. Jonathan fell to the ground, and the crowd gasped in shock, some screaming.

This was Patrick’s purpose. He wanted to ruin Jonathan's good name since he had cultivated an image of a quiet yet charitable man, along with Genevieve and Victoria.

Patrick, now on top of Jonathan, continued to punch him. "This man left his wife dying for his mistress," he shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear. "After his wife was buried, he brought in his mistress and daughter. A daughter he had while still married."

Patrick paused, his fist hovering in the air, his eyes red and glassy with anger and tears. "I shouldn't have left Ophelia with you. You have a good daughter and a kind mother-in-law. You don’t deserve them!"

He landed another punch so hard at Jonathan's face that someone swore they saw a tooth fly out.

“Stop! You’re going to kill him!” Genevieve screamed, running toward them as if she had arrived late.

The security finally intervened, restraining Patrick, who spat, “I should’ve done that a long time ago.”

Genevieve carefully touched Jonathan’s bloody face and glared at Patrick. “You won’t get away with this.”

Patrick smirked. “I’ll be waiting.” He walked away, satisfied after doing something he felt should have been done long ago.

Jonathan lay on the ground, coughing up blood. If he could open his eyes, he would see the judgment in everyone’s eyes as they realized he wasn’t so great after all.

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[attyrocious]

cross posting yesterday's rambling thread for posterity and because tumblr lets me edit things. anyway this is a sorta long thing and i might add things i forgot to mention in the twt thread

i tend to draw on-model canon because im a coward + just personal preferences. but the way i convert the canon designs into my artstyle is that i take the distinct features oda gives them and then combine it with personal headcanons to complete what should look like a unique human. Starting with Trafalgar Law, who is unfortunately a bland-ass conventionally pretty boy

someone commented a while ago the law hat drawing tutorial i made a while ago didn't make much sense and i realize its bc of the specific way i draw law's face: heart shaped (ba-dum-tss). That meaning, a narrow chin widening into a mild defined jaw, wide cheekbones, and up to his know-it-all brain dome.

given that, the pudgy guitar pick shape of his head i mentioned here should make a lot more sense.

i don't think this design point is unique to me, as most conventional pretty anime boy gets given jaws like this. a lot of law artists tend to veer into this head shape. just how life be sometimes. other points: flat, thick eyebrows is bc im a hairy gal and i need to feel better about myself.

Killer gets to be more interesting, because he shouldn't be considered conventionally attractive. my idea behind killer's is that those individual features is smth he would be insecure with enough to hide himself in a helmet but i draw him with all the love in the world actually. i'd like to think its how kid sees him or yknow, law, bc he's my kin assigned blorbo and maybe you ship lawkill as a guilty pleasure too i mentioned before (and ruined people's days) when i said whenever i draw killer he looks like griffith before i put on his goatee. the upper half of his face is distinctly feminine, with the lower half kinda over compensating. other than that uhh...idk. stan killer

Kidd is the bane of my existence, i feel like i can never draw his face consistently. yet at the same time he's so damn fun to draw everyone gotta try it.

my problem with kidd is that this mf does have eyelids. most kidd painters out there interpret this as him having deep set eyes (think Matt Smith or jeffrey star) . and yeh skill issue on me i should practice that. other notes, i try to make him younger than canon makes him look. he is my babygirl and he deserves to look cuddly. my band au kidd version has the honor of being allowed some chubs. he's just tries to look older and more menacing with edgy makeup. also i try to give him dimples when i can because, well i can.

Rosinante last bc i lost steam after kidd. the thing abt cora is that aside from not having eyebrows, everything is structured with the generic one piece man template. which means i gotta do everything myself doffy is there bc the way to figure out how to draw these two is to give them minor differences from each other, that being doffy gets slightly sharper features. in canon, these two are also rly wide boys (more of an oda style feat tbh) but i make them long. though bigger brained donquixote artists know that of these two brothers, doffy should be the wiry-er built. anyway that's it. in conclusion, i need to draw more girls actually i feel like im becoming misogynistic by osmosis from oda's style and now i draw girls all looking the same too.

[kaciidubs]

Camboy!SKZ Headcanons | Hyung Line

❣ Summary: What it would be like if the SKZ boys were camboys? An idea brought on by @onmykneesforchanlix ❣ ❣ Warnings: Camboy AU, kink discussion [daddy kink], sex toys ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Slight crack energy, Chan is referred to as Chris, Changbin is a gym buff ❣ Maknae Line ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

Chris

His username would be something painfully simple, like cb97xx or xxWolfChanxx, he’s never escaping the early 2000’s username tropes, I’m sorry.

Started camming to save money for music tech, and he was gonna quit once he earned enough money but he slowly found himself getting hooked on the praise of thousands of unknown faces.

At first he didn’t show his face, keeping the content to shoulders and below, but one night he gets up to turn the stream off and they catch a glimpse of his lips and there’s a rapid fire of tips flooding in;

Would give anything to have those lips on me

What the fuck what the fuck??? Those lips?? So biteable??

Bubblegum pink, new favorite color

From then on, he kept his camera at an angle just high enough to keep his lips in frame.

Definitely finds himself pandering to the daddy kink side of the internet and ends up developing the kink for himself [this is a lie, he knows he’s had it since before the cam boy streams, but who really needs to know that?].

Loves when his fans comment on how good his hands look bc he doesn’t find them appealing himself, but if hundreds of people are begging him to choke them, how could he deny it?

Paints his nails by the recommendation of his subscribers each month, and it turns him on even more when he’s camming and jerking off with his freshly dried polish.

Wants to grow his community and isn’t shy about collaborations with other creators because baby boy is just a social butterfly - no matter if they’re clothed or naked in front of thousands.

Ultimately treats his lives like a genuine livestream, even if his dick is leaking precum in his fist.

Minho

First off; username is leeknowswho, convince me otherwise - man did not care about his username in the slightest

Only made an account to support his other streaming friend, quokkasungie

But when he saw the money he was raking in, he decided to throw his hat into the ring because “Getting off in front of a camera? How hard can it be?”

Spoiler alert - very.

Extremely, when you don’t even use a webcam.

The first few streams were experimental, a black screen with the subtle sound of him jerking off and breathing into the mic - that is, until he read out a chat asking for a description.

“What? So needy you can’t imagine it for yourself?”

Apparently the chatter liked that, and so did a grand number of people after that on his next stream.

Thus, the leeknowswho degradation corner was born, and it’s been a hit for two years and growing.

Constantly teases his viewers, toying with them that maybe one day he’ll turn on his camera, and even going as far as setting a donation goal for him to do so - but the limit is never reached since he often takes part of the money to donate to charities.

“You’d rather see my dick than an organization help get stray kittens off the streets? Yet I’m the fucked up one?”

Sometimes he goes live and doesn’t even jerk off, just doing an asmr stream teasing and degrading and toying with his fans, getting a kick out of the ones actively using his voice to get themselves off.

He’s a menace but the people love him.

Changbin

BinnieDwekki or Dwekkisgym, I really can’t decide but he definitely gives off cute username vibes.

Genuinely wanted to use the platform as a way to document his growth from working out, but of course using a camboy website probably wasn’t the way to go about it.

Has a whole room for his setup - though in reality it’s just his in-home workout room, but who really needs to know the truth - and takes pride in showing off his whole body.

He worked hard for those muscles, why wouldn’t he want to flex in every angle?!

Blushes at the chat messages where people say they want him to choke him with his biceps, or squeeze their head between his thighs until they pop like a watermelon.

Blushes even more at the chats praising his physique and wondering how someone with such a cute face could have such a killer body.

The first time he pulled his dick out on stream was when he was showcasing some of the workouts he does on the daily; the adrenaline and built up energy from his preworkout giving the chat a glorious reveal of the thick outline in his compression shorts.

Fuck choking me with your arms, choke me out on your cock

There wasn’t much left to the imagination, and with the addition of that chat message he figured that maybe taking care of the problem on stream wouldn’t be a bad idea.

And boy, was it the best decision he’d ever made.

If his fans weren’t on board for the strained grunts and breathless groans from him working out on camera, then they definitely were for the dick that looked just as beefy as he was.

His version of being a camboy is probably the most wholesome out there, ranging from motivational talks and advice moments [while shirtless, of course] to being stark naked and jacking off after a live workout session.

Hyunjin

Another one who signed up with intent - and hear me out.

He wanted to use the money to help get him into art school, but after seeing his first major check after the span of a few months, he figured he could get on well without it.

Username is princehhj, he knows how to pander to his features which helped him grow a fanbase like it was nothing.

Has been camboying the longest out of the hyung line.

He also has a set for his streams, but it’s just a corner of his art studio where he has a cozy little couch where he can stretch out on [in more ways than one].

His streams usually involve toys of various types; silicon grinders, fleshlights, buttplugs, dildos - his collection isn’t one to joke about, only using his hand got boring after the first week of streaming.

Most of the time he doesn’t even have to be doing anything explicit, simply sitting there with his pretty black hair tied back into a ponytail, a bottle of lube and a toy or two sitting right beside him is enough for the donations to come rolling in.

His favorite toy to use is his tenga egg - the stretchy plastic egg fits perfectly in his palm and doesn’t take too much concentration to use, which makes it easier for him to read his chat and reply as if he’s not touching himself.

Aside from the toys, however, he may also have one or two sets of lingerie that he brings out on milestone streams as a treat to the scream [and himself]. Nothing too wild, just your simple lace panty set and garters, and the chat goes wild for it.

Can you truly blame them though? He’s the prettiest prince out there.

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Attraction & Repulsion

You have known Jotaro Kujo since you were kids, but since middle school he has been absolutely sour towards you. When you are both assigned to work together for your senior project, he reveals something you didn't expect.

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CONTENT WARNING 18+ ONLY PLEASE

WARNING FOR : Handjob, Blowjob, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex

What was so appealing about Jotaro Kujo?

In your school, Jotaro was known as the resident bad boy - you could always catch him with a scowl on his face and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He was menacing, standing at six foot five and constantly peering down at everyone with an annoyed face. It didn’t help that the hat he wore often covered his face, casting a dark shadow over it. His deep, gruff voice often spat out expletives to his classmates and even to his teachers, who simply took it without argument. It wasn’t hard to spot him walking down the hallway, hands deep in his trademark trench coat.

But everything about him just annoyed you.

Why was he always so rude?! Sometimes he would glare at you when you passed him on your way to class, causing you to return it with your own. You would catch him smoking in the schoolyard, blowing the smoke out lazily. The smell of cigarette smoke often wafted in the air as he passed by, causing you to cough. Whenever you bumped into him by accident, he never apologized. Instead he would look down at you, his hat slipping down and making it hard for you to decipher his reaction. You would mumble an apology and keep walking, not even bothering to look back. It took everything in you not to snap at him when he would talk rudely to your teachers.

It was as if the Universe had decided to have him be a constant annoyance in your life. Your family lived down the street from him, with your father occasionally going out drinking with Jotaro’s father whenever he was in town. This meant that you attended all of the same schools as him, starting from preschool up until now in high school. During preschool you had attempted to befriend Jotaro, and the two of you had had a weird friendship up until your first year of high school. He started the school year as a practically new person, his face chiseled, his body tall and muscular, and his voice much deeper.

You suddenly were a pest to him.

His “bad boy” reputation fueled your dislike of him, and eventually it developed into a deep annoyance. You did your best to avoid him outside of class, but it was inevitable. Your father had begun asking about him, and you did your best to brush the question off and change the subject. Jotaro’s father had begun touring more, which meant that he hadn’t spent time with your father.

What a relief.

However, your friends did not share the same view as you and worshiped Jotaro. They were always drooling over him, squealing every time he walked by or whenever they caught a glimpse of him from a distance.

“He is such a dreamboat!”

It wasn’t uncommon during lunch for your friends to look across the courtyard and watch Jotaro as he casually smoked a cigarette. Despite their efforts to get his attention, he never once looked their way.

“He is so handsome,” your best friend, Anne, sighed.

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into your salad.

“I have no idea what you see in him.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ve known him since you were kids!”

The fact that you were technically childhood friends with Jotaro was always hung over your head. You had insisted to your friends that he really wasn’t all that, but they refused to believe you. At first, they had felt threatened by your former friendship with him, but they had quickly dropped it.

“Stop staring and finish your food. Lunch is almost over.”

Your friends never stopped talking about him, and it was basically an obsession for them at this point.

“Why don’t you just start a fanclub for him?” you had suggested sarcastically.

They had taken your idea seriously, and there was an unofficial “Jotaro Kujo Fan Club” that was dedicated to keeping tabs on him throughout the school day and even his social plans outside of school. You weren’t sure if Jotaro knew about his “fans” (stalkers), as he never seemed to react to the girls who were always swarming around him.

“What is it about him that makes him so dreamy?”

The answer was always the same.

“He just has that bad boy aura, you know?”

“It makes him so sexy.”

“Gross,” you would reply with a wrinkled nose.

There had been a few times where your friends had begged you to introduce them to Jotaro, but you had refused every single time.

“He hasn’t talked to me since middle school. I don’t have much pull with him, sorry.”

“But you can try, right?!” Anne had cried.

“Why do you want him so bad?! He’s nothing but rude and annoying.”

Your statement had the table going quiet, each girl holding a hand over their mouth in shock.

“What? It’s true! Do you hear how he talks to the teachers?”

“The teachers are always rude to him!”

You had blinked, staring at your friends in bewilderment.

“When has that happened? Did I miss something?”

Your friends had refused to answer your question, which had made you sigh.

“He never apologizes to me whenever he bumps into me.”

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going.”

“Anne!” you had hissed. “Don’t be rude!”

“She has a point.”

Maybe you needed to find new friends?

With senior year coming to a close, you would hope their focus would shift from Jotaro to college. You continued to distance yourself from him, ignoring your parent’s questions about him and avoiding him in the hallways. Whenever he talked back to teachers during class, you would sink into your thoughts and wait for him to finish before focusing again. Sometimes he would be walking home at the same time as you, and you made sure to walk on the opposite side of the street and to walk as fast as possible.

It felt stupid, really, but what could you do? He was rude and annoying, and you wanted nothing to do with him.

To try and get credits for college, you had enrolled in an advanced Anatomy class that was taught by a professor from the local community college. In order to get the full credits, you were assigned a senior project. At the beginning of the school year, you had been briefly told about it, and would begin working on it during your last semester. After returning from your Winter vacation, your professor informed you that you would have to begin working on the project.

“I hope you all had a wonderful vacation!”

It was the first day back from vacation, and everyone was tired. You fought a yawn, resting your chin on your fist as you listened to your professor. Your family had traveled to Jeju Island for some nicer weather, and had flown back the morning before. With two months left in the school year, you were itching to be done.

“Well, it’s time to talk about your senior project, just like I promised at the start of the year!”

He stepped up to his laptop, starting the Powerpoint presentation and displaying it on the board.

“Drum roll please!”

Your classmates gave half-hearted pounding on their desks. The next slide was revealed, with GROUP PROJECT displayed.

“A group project! By group project, I mean groups of two.”

The announcement had your classmates waking up, glancing about the room at potential partners.

“You will be assigned a partner by me! I made the groups during vacation.”

A few groans spread around the room, causing the professor to raise an eyebrow.

“Your professors will do the same for you in college. You won’t know everyone in your classes, so it makes the process easier for you.”

He clicked to the next slide, which explained the project in detail.

“You and your assigned partner will be given a specific system in the human body. You will conduct research on it and develop a realistic model to explain its organs and functions.”

The next slide had a list of the organ systems. You had enjoyed learning about the nervous system, and you crossed your fingers under your desk that you would be assigned it.

“You have the choice of making a physical model or creating a 3D one with a design program that I will provide to you. I suggest discussing with your partner what is easiest for you.”

You pursed your lips. Perhaps a 3D model for all the nerves . . . ?

"Try to be as specific as possible! Make sure to include all organs, or you will lose points. There will be a presentation as well, so make sure to be as detailed as possible.”

Your professor crossed his arms across his chest.

“Okay, can I get another drumroll please? I have the groups on the next slide.”

The drumroll this time was much louder, and you continued to keep your fingers crossed under your desk. Your professor waited a minute before dramatically clicking onto the next slide, with GROUPS labeled at the top. Each line started with the specific organ system, with the partners listed after. The organs were listed in the order you had studied them, with the digestive system being first. The nervous system was fourth, and your heart sank when you saw that you hadn’t been assigned it. You kept scanning the slide, looking for your name and nearly slamming your desk when you found it.

Your name was written after the reproductive system, along with Jotaro’s name.

You were dreaming, right? This had to be a dream!

Turning your head towards his desk, you saw that Jotaro was already looking at you. His face had its usual stern, unreadable expression, and he acknowledged you with a subtle nod. You fought the urge to flip him off and, instead, looked forward to your professor, who was going over the rubric for the project.

You had no idea what kind of student Jotaro was, as you had never heard that he was taking remedial classes. While you were used to doing most of the work in group projects, the last thing you wanted to do was carry Jotaro’s responsibility for your last project. Huffing under your breath, you crossed your arms tightly and sank lower into your seat.

Plus, the reproductive system?! You had to examine . . . ugh.

Jotaro was still looking at you when you flickered your gaze towards him. The thought of having to discuss reproduction . . . and genitals . . . babymaking . . .

Heat rushed to your cheeks while goosebumps erupted along your skin.

Your classmates had been mature discussing the topic, especially when discussing sexual health, so you anticipated that Jotaro would be the same. Plus, you had never heard that he was dating or hooking up with someone, so . . .

Shaking your head, you tried to refocus on your professor’s words and failed. He began passing out the project packet, asking you to follow along as he reviewed it. You half followed along, your eyes drifting over to Jotaro occasionally. He had finally turned back towards your professor, tapping his pencil absently on his desk while he listened.

Maybe there was some hope?

The period began coming to a close, and the professor clapped his hands.

“Okay, the part everyone has been waiting for! Before we leave today, please introduce yourself to your partner and begin making a plan.”

Jotaro turned to look at you, and you knew he wouldn’t be coming to you. With a sigh, you begrudgingly grabbed your belongings and plopped into the desk next to him. One of his arms hung casually on the back of his seat, body turned towards you as he waited for you to speak.

“Er, hi.”

He didn’t respond, continuing to stare at you.

“Well, we have a fun system to explore. I can tackle the female system, while you do the male system. Makes sense, right?”

You opened your planner, flipping through until you reached the current week.

“If we plan early enough, we can probably finish this month. I’m sure you have other projects you need to work on.”

When he didn’t respond, you looked up at him. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to respond.

“Whatever.”

Anger began to rise in you, but you pushed it down.

“Okay, I’m going to pencil in I’m doing the female system, and you’re doing the male one.”

You scribbled the note down, glancing at your schedule for the rest of the week.

“This week is pretty light. We should schedule a meeting this week to make our plan and split up the work.”

Looking up again, you cocked your head to the side.

“Are you free this week?”

He sighed, lowering his head so his hat concealed his face.

“I need an answer, Jotaro.”

“Whatever, you decide.”

Your eye began to twitch.

“I can’t decide if I don’t know when you’re free.”

He didn’t respond again. You reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose, counting to five under your breath before trying again.

“Well, I’m free most of the week. Just find me when you’re ready to work.”

The bell rang, symbolizing your freedom from Jotaro. You jumped up, not even bothering to say goodbye as you stalked off. Anything to be away from him.

***

When you arrived home, your parents informed you they would be gone for the night. Your father had to attend a work meeting in the city, and the two decided to make a small vacation out of it together. They promised to be back tomorrow by dinner, and asked you to keep the house safe while they were gone. After ordering dinner, you got comfy on your couch, turning on Netflix and browsing through the home page.

A series of sharp knocks had you jumping, and you realized the food had arrived really fast. Grabbing the tip off the counter, you jogged to the front door and threw it open.

“Wow, thank you so much! You got here so fast -”

The words died in your throat as you realized it was in fact not the delivery driver. Instead, Jotaro Kujo was standing on your porch, hands tucked into his trenchcoat. You blinked up at him, trying to process the scene in front of you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

His deep voice grumbled in his chest as he spoke.

“I’m here to work on the project.”

You glanced behind him, gesturing to the darkened sky.

“Do you see what time it is?”

He ignored your question, glancing behind you into your house.

“Jotaro, what are you doing here?”

A pair of headlights shone on you two, and you realized the actual delivery driver was here. You brushed past Jotaro, tipping the driver and thanking him before returning to where Jotaro was still standing. He glanced down at the bag, raising an eyebrow at you.

“We normal people have dinner at this time. I haven’t had a chance to eat.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Jotaro, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I did.”

“You answered my question with a question,” you sighed.

He glanced behind you into your house again.

“Are you going to invite me inside?”

The two of you walked inside, with Jotaro slipping off his shoes as he looked around. You locked the door, placing your food on the table and settling back on the couch as you began unwrapping the bag and grabbing the food containers.

“You said you’re here to work on the project. Why?”

“I’m ready to work on the project.”

You shot him a glare as you chewed on your food.

“You’re ready to work on the project.”

He nodded, looking at you as if it was obvious.

You took a couple more bites before speaking again.

“I’m going to ask you again. Do you see what time it is?”

“Dinner time, apparently.”

You flushed, shooting him another glare.

“What have you been up to all afternoon that you couldn’t stop by earlier?”

“I was busy.”

You rolled your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

“So busy I’m sure.”

It was his turn to glare at you.

“I’m not busy anymore, so now I’m here.”

You paused to take a long sip of your drink before finishing up your food.

“Uh huh.”

Gathering the trash, you slipped into the kitchen to throw the bag out before returning to sit beside Jotaro.

“Why can’t you just come back tomorrow? It’s late, I’m not sure how much work we can get done.”

He leaned back against the couch, throwing an arm across the back of the cushions.

“This is the only free time I have.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head.

“I highly doubt that, but sure.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he leaned his face towards you.

“What, do you follow me like the rest of your friends do?”

Your mouth fell open. So he did know!

“God no! I have much better things to do.”

“I highly doubt that.”

His tone mocked your previous words, which made your skin bristle. You closed your eyes, sucking in a breath as you kept your anger at bay.

“Listen, why don’t you come back tomorrow? We can work on it here as soon as we get out of school.”

“I just told you, I can’t.”

“You haven’t given me an exact reason why,” you grimaced.

“What, are you my girlfriend?”

Heat flooded your cheeks as your mouth opened and closed in shock. Jotaro leaned further back into your couch, legs spreading open in a wide manspread. He seemed at ease, face calm as he studied you.

“In your dreams.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Look, I just have some stuff to take care of with my Mom.”

Holly Kujo was quite possibly the nicest person you had ever met, and you always wondered how Jotaro was her son. She had doted on you when you were a kid, sneaking extra cookies your way and happily supervising your play dates.

“Oh, why didn’t you just say that? Your Mom is so nice, so that’s fine.”

He grunted in response.

“Kakyoin and I also hang out, so that takes time too.”

Noriaki Kakyoin was in the same year as you both, transferring in halfway through the year. Just like Jotaro, he had his own personal fan club, but he was much nicer. The two were often spotted together, and you assumed Kakyoin was as much a delinquent as Jotaro was.

“I didn’t realize you two were besties.”

“Don’t say it like that,” he growled in irritation.

You giggled, shaking your head.

“That doesn’t sound like a denial!”

“Are we going to work on this damn project or not?”

The smile on your face was slowly wiped off.

“Can’t you, like, reschedule with your bestie?”

“Don’t call him that,” he warned.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “But, seriously, I’m tired, Jotaro. This project is worth a lot, and I want it to be as perfect as possible.”

He turned to look at you, studying your expression.

“We’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

You blinked up at him incredulously.

“Are you being serious right now?”

He sighed in irritation, leaning his head back against the couch cushion.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you say right now. If we can get a big chunk done like you said, I’ll back off for a bit.”

You considered his offer. He was right, if you could get a lot done tonight, you could focus on your other classes and prep for finals. A part of you was even okay with taking over for the remainder of the project, as long as he did his work for now. Plus, you wouldn’t have to keep hassling him to make time to see you . . .

Jotaro must have noticed your expression change since he suddenly turned his body towards you.

“So that’s a yes?”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you gave him a pointed look.

“On one condition. You do whatever I say. Like I said, this needs to be perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mused. “You’ve been such a nerd since we were kids.”

It was the first time ever that he had mentioned your shared past.

“Sorry I want to go to a good school.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’ve always known you were meant for good things.”

Who was the person sitting beside you?!

“W-well, why don’t we head to my room? I have a desk up there, plus my school stuff. Um, I’ll get some drinks and snacks.”

Jotaro disappeared up the stairs while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You knew he would see how flustered you were and tease you, so you took your time to try and calm yourself. When you entered your room, he was sitting on the floor by the foot of your bed, eyes roaming around. His eyes shifted towards yours before looking back at the wall.

“It smells nice in here.”

“O-oh, thanks.”

You placed the snacks and drinks beside him before sitting in front of your desk. Opening your laptop, you began rambling about the rubric for the project and what you both needed to do to ensure you got full credit. You pulled out the packet that your professor had given you and showed the notes that you had written earlier.

“I figured we could use this as a template and go from there.”

Jotaro didn’t respond, giving you a curt nod to symbolize that he was listening. You kept on, showing him the outlines that you had drafted in your planner and explaining your thought process. Turning back to your laptop, you created a series of files to share with Jotaro before turning to look at him again.

“So? What do you think?”

You looked at him expectantly, hoping he would keep his word from earlier. He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively at you.

“Whatever. If you think that works, fine.”

“Jotaro, take this seriously,” you hissed.

“I am.”

“Can you at least act like it?!”

You paused, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath.

“Look, can you at least give me some input?”

He took off his hat, placing it beside him while he ran a hand through his hair. Your breath got caught in your chest as you took in his face, no longer hidden under his hat. He turned to look at you, dark brows creasing. His face was sharp - a sharp nose, sharp jaw, with the outlier being his soft, pouty lips. You blinked, realizing he was talking to you.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Er, no. Sorry.”

His lips pulled into a smirk.

“What, distracted by my looks?”

“Sh-shut up!”

You kept your eyes focused on your laptop as you babbled on.

“Even though we’re covering both systems, I think we should teach each other about them so during the presentation we’re prepared.”

You cleared your throat, flipping through your notebook until you found your notes.

“Okay, the female reproductive system . . . the main organs are the uterus and ovaries.”

Skimming through your notes, you hummed to yourself.

“The uterus is responsible for the menstrual cycle, as it sheds, and where babies develop during pregnancy.”

Jotaro was quiet, and you were too embarrassed to look at him.

“The ovaries are where eggs develop and are expelled from, traveling down the Fallopian tubes where they sit in the ovaries and wait to be fertilized.”

“Fertilized by sperm.”

His deep voice was softer now. You glanced over your shoulder to see him looking at you with an expression you hadn’t seen before.

“Yes, by sperm. Do you know where it comes from?”

“My dick.”

“Jotaro!”

He laughed, the sound startling you.

“I’m kidding. It’s made in the testes and travels through the penis and is ejaculated during intercourse.”

“Oh, you do pay attention in class.”

Clearing your throat again, you continued on.

“The ovaries also release hormones that regulate reproduction in females.”

“What about the clit?”

You blinked.

“Er, that’s not a reproductive organ. That’s a sexual one.”

“Won’t that shit need to be included?”

You leaned back in your chair, tapping your chin in thought.

“Well, we briefly talked about sex organs. Reproduction is much different, though.”

“How? Reproduction is sex. It’s how babies are made.”

The room went silent. You kept your back to him, feeling the heat return to your cheeks.

“What? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled.

You busied yourself with typing out your notes. It was quiet for a few minutes before Jotaro spoke again.

“You ever had sex?”

What.

“That is none of your business.”

“So you’re a virgin.”

You whirled around, pointing a finger at him. He put his hands up, speaking before you had a chance to.

“Whoa, relax. I’m a virgin too, so back off.”

“Wait, you are?”

He grimaced, looking away.

“Your friends have this idea that I’m this hot, confident guy who can pull any girl he wants. I’m not interested in things like that. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

Your friends would be happy to hear that.

“Plus, I haven’t met anyone who I properly tolerate.”

“Must be so hard to find someone.”

You expected him to glare at you, but he smiled at you instead.

“I tolerate you.”

“You . . . you do?”

“I have since we were kids, loser.”

You sank towards the floor, crawling towards him and settling beside him.

“But you’re always so . . . dismissive towards me.”

“I see how your friends look at me. I know they would eat you alive.”

“Fair.”

Jotaro was so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Up close, you were able to see his eyes, and you remembered that they were such a bright blue that you had often gotten lost in them when you were a kid. He cocked his head to the side, seeming to hesitate for a moment before speaking.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

His hand came up to grasp your chin, eyes looking intensely into yours.

“Only if you’re comfortable. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t.”

Your body began shaking out of nervousness.

“I-I don’t know . . . I’ve never -”

“Me neither.”

“What if I’m bad?”

“I could finish fast,” he chuckled.

You bit your lip, looking back into his eyes again.

“Why?”

He shrugged, his hand letting go of you.

“I think this project has made me realize I may not be seeing you as much anymore.”

“O-oh, right.”

“Can you at least kiss me?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling back slightly to look at him. His eyes studied your face as you leaned in, lips parting until they were pressed softly against his. His lips were surprisingly soft, moving gently against yours. He tasted clean despite how often he smoked, and you wondered if he had brushed his teeth before arriving. When you pulled back, his face was much brighter, a small smile on his face.

“You’re a great kisser.”

You laughed, pushing him away.

“Don’t be dumb!”

You settled back onto his lap, but froze when you felt him hard against your inner thigh. The thought that you had been the one to turn him on had arousal beginning to form deep within you. A thought popped into your head, and you began sliding down his legs until you were kneeling in between them. Jotaro quirked a thick eyebrow at you, watching as your hands shakily lifted to grab at the buttons of his pants.

“Can I . . .?” you shyly asked.

He responded by lifting his hips, and you quickly undid the button and zipper before sliding them down his long legs. The pants were kicked off, leaving him in his boxers. Your eyes were fixated on the large tent, and you began second guessing your decision.

“We can stop.”

Your head shot up. Jotaro reached up to cup your face, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I’m not going to pressure you if you don’t want to.”

 Looking back at his crotch, you shook your head.

“You’re just . . . um, big.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“A girl stroking my ego.”

You wanted to stroke something else instead.

Sucking in a breath, you slipped your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes went wide, admiring the neat hair at the base and how thick he was.

He definitely matched his body size.

You rose onto your knees slightly before reaching down with your right hand. He let out a hiss when your hand connected with him, and you slowly wrapped your hand around him. Your fingers weren’t close to meeting from his girth. Your left hand reached down to gently caress his balls, causing his head to fall back while a moan left his mouth.

“Your hands feel so warm,” he murmured.

You started off slow, stroking his cock slowly to get used to the feeling of him. Jotaro didn’t seem to mind, head still thrown back and eyes closed as you began to pick up the speed slightly. You gently squeezed his balls, and his hips jerked up. After a few minutes you had a good motion going with both hands, and you were about to go faster when his hand shot out.

“If you keep going I’m going to come.”

His hands came to grab at your hips, lifting you up above his lap. One hand held onto your hip while the other fumbled with your sweats. You swiftly untied them, yanking them down your legs, leaving you in your underwear. The hand on your hip moved down and pulled your panties to the side. Your breath hitched in your throat as large fingers began running along your slit.

“So wet already,” he whispered in your ear.

Hiding your face in his shoulder, you let him continue to rub against you. His thumb began circling your clit, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your slit still. Your hips began jerking against his hand, and you began moaning into his shirt.

“You sound so pretty,” he cooed.

While you had touched yourself a few times, this felt much different. Normally, it took a long time for you to orgasm, but it didn’t take long with Jotaro. You came with a yell of his name, hips stuttering against his until you were coming down from your high. He stroked your hair, keeping you close until you slumped against him.

“Good girl.”

He kissed you, hands tangling in your hair. When you pulled apart, you blurted out what was on your mind.

“I want to taste you.”

“We’re crossing a lot of things off our list, aren’t we?” he chuckled.

He gently nudged you off his lap. His head jerked towards your bed.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You did as he asked, looking up at him as he stood near the foot of the bed. He reached behind him to tug his shirt off, leaving him completely naked in front of you. His body was just pure muscle, mouth watering at the sight of his biceps, shoulders, and abs. Smirking, he stepped closer to you, stroking himself before reaching out for you and yanking you by the hair.

“Suck.”

You leaned forward on one arm and opened your mouth, letting his heavy cock slide in. He tasted divine - he tasted like Jotaro. You closed your eyes, bobbing your head slowly as your mouth adjusted to the stretch. His hand came to rest on the back of your neck, guiding you to a rhythm that felt good for him. He pushed down too hard, his cock pressing against the back of your throat and causing you to cough.

“Oh shit, sorry.”

“You’re just really big.”

He laughed softly.

“Use your hands.”

You looked up at him with a frown.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I’ve seen some porn.”

You rolled your eyes.

Listening to his advice, you took him into your mouth again and used your hand to stroke what didn’t fit into his mouth. After a while you had a good rhythm going, and just like before Jotaro pushed you away.

“Sorry, I just -”

“I know,” you smiled at him.

He gestured towards you.

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

Shaking your head, you pulled your shirt off. His eyes went wide upon seeing that you didn’t have a bra underneath. He eyed your naked body, tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“You’re beautiful.”

You flushed, looking away in embarrassment.

“Sh-shut up, Jotaro.”

He knelt on the bed, eyes half-lidded as he slowly approached you.

“I’m going to be honest, I really want to be rough with you right now. Is that okay?”

“H-how rough?”

He turned you over until you were on all fours. Suddenly he pushed your head down, his other hand pulling your hips up until you were face down ass up.

“Do I need to pull out?”

You shook your head.

“I’m on the pill. It helps with my cramps.”

He spanked you, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t need the backstory.”

You whimpered, hips rutting back against his. He spanked you again before you felt the tip of his cock pressing against you.

“Are you ready? I’m going to go slow.”

“Yes, Jotaro. I trust you.”

He paused at your words. You were about to look over your shoulder at him when you felt him begin to press into you. Hissing, you sucked in a deep breath and tried to get your body to relax.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep relaxing for me.”

You whimpered at his words, allowing him to slide in a little more. The stretch was painful, and you kept willing yourself to take it so it could change to pleasure. Jotaro’s hand settled on your ass, squeezing it while the other returned to the back of your neck. For some reason, the feeling of his hands on you aroused you, and you relaxed enough for him to slide in until he was halfway.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.

“K-keep going,” you moaned out.

“I’m going to push in with one thrust, okay? You ready?”

“Just do it, Jotaro!”

“Greedy whore,” he said as he thrust in.

It felt as if he was in every inch of your body, as if he had melded with you. Gasping out, you wiggled your hips against his, which were now flush against yours. He grabbed your ass, the other hand gripping at the hair at the nape of your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Can you take me?”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling out quickly, only to thrust harshly back in. The bed creaked underneath you as he fucked into you faster, his pace merciless. You felt your second orgasm barreling towards you as you rubbed your clit.

“J-Jotaro, I’m going to come again,” you squeaked out.

“I’m almost there,” he said through gritted teeth.

You came again, screaming his name out. He followed not long after, hips erratic as he came with a roar of your name. He collapsed on top of you, your body falling forward as he laid on your back.

“You’re heavy,” you panted out.

He rolled over, pulling out which caused you to wince. You felt tired, ecstatic, and sore. Glancing over at Jotaro, you saw he was laying on his back with an arm thrown over his eyes.

“That was . . . wow.”

You chuckled, nuzzling into his side.

“Now whose ego is getting stroked?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“Thanks.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m no hook-up, Jotaro.”

“I know you’re not,” he frowned down at you. “I meant what I told you earlier.”

He sat up halfway, looking down at you.

“I think we fucked up the order of us dating.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Dating?”

He hummed in affirmation.

“My friends are going to kill me.”

“Fuck them. If they’re really your friends, they’ll be happy.”

The both of you fell silent after that. You had begun to doze off when you felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Get some rest. We need sleep so we can finish this dumb ass project.”

[specshroom]

Hairdresser Choso!

✂️ Hairdresser Choso! Who's mom would put his hair up in his iconic style when he was little and he just never changed it.

🪮 Who didn't understand when other kids would make fun of his hairstyle cus his mom did it for him and she says it looks nice so that means it's true. They must be jealous that their moms don't take the time to do their hair >:(

✂️ Hairdresser Choso who would do his brother's hair for them as a show of affection like his mom did to him. When Eso says he wants to shave his head? Choso just nods and helps him do just that. When Yuuji says he wants to dye his hair pink? Choso nods and gets out the gloves and brush. (We love a supportive older brother)

🪮 And obviously this show of affection extends to you. Way back when you were little babies and you would braid and brush each others hair and clip it up with sparkly butterfly clips 🥺.

✂️ And growing up you'd let Choso practice and experiment a ton on your own hair despite his objections. (He really doesn't want to mess up your pretty hair and make you hate him) You always convince him it's fine and he always caves to your wishes eventually.

🪮 So when his best friend (You) and his brothers pitch the idea of him doing peoples hair as a career Choso is pretty open from the get go.

✂️ It takes him awhile to figure out the social aspect of the job. Making small talk has never been his specialty but he learns quickly how to navigate it for the job.

🪮 Hairdresser Choso, who insists on doing your hair free of charge and you would be dumb if you said no to letting him run his very nice, attentive, strong yet gentle hands in your hair.

✂️ Hairdresser Choso would let you sit around the shop while you wait for his shift to end.

You lay on the worn couch reading a magazine waiting for Choso to finish up with a regular. They chat as Choso ties freshly dyed bright blue locks into two weird horned bunny ear looking things. They certainly have similar styles, you guess that's why they get along.

You realise you're staring and look down at the fancy models in the magazine again. After the customer leaves you get up and walk over to where Choso is cleaning up his work table. You slump into the spinney chair and gaze at yourself in the huge mirror.

"You think I should cut my hair or grow it out?"

Choso looks over at you and then back to the stuff he's putting away. He answers softly,

"I think it'll look nice either way."

"…That's such a cop out answer, man!"

He chuckles at that. "Maybe, but I think it's true. Although, lots of people seem to be cutting their hair shorter recently."

"Oh, so do you like girls with short or long hair then?" You ask with a menacing grin.When the man doesn't answer you poke his side "Cmoooon what's your type Choso?"

Choso grimaces and grumbles, "You sound like my boss."

You laugh at the face he's making and look around the little shop Choso works in.

"Remember when I'd let you practice on me? And you cut the front all wrong and I had to wear hats for like months"

Choso's frown only deepens with the memory but now there's also added redness to his pale cheeks.

"Oh oh! or when you accidentally waterboarded me when you were learning how to use the shower head?"

Choso cringes at the memory while you laugh.

"Stop laughing. I apologised."

You remember it well and he did apologise profusely while gently patting your face down with a towel frantically asking if you were alright, all while you were having a coughing fit.

He might be embarrassed about it but it only endeared you to him more. The memory still makes you smile and gives you a chance to tease the poor man.

"Let's just go get something to eat please."

Choso sighs, opening the shop door and motioning for you to go first. As you two walk down the street, the sound of you teasing him can still be heard from inside the little corner shop.

[tobiasdrake]

Digimon Adventure: Our War Game, epilogue

Well, we finished the movie but I wanted to take a moment to go over these epilogue slides. Especially for those fans who only know the OVA from its appearance in Digimon: The Movie, where the slides are skipped over so it can move on to adapt Hurricane Touchdown.

So, in the wake of near-nuclear annihilation how is everybody doing?

We close out Takeru and Yamato's story at the barbershop. It seems Sho has convinced Yamato to fucking do something about his scraggly-ass hair.

This somewhat bridges the gap between Our War Game and 02, where Yamato's hair is still a bit unkempt but no longer looks like a porcupine died on his head and he kept it as a hat.

Jou finished his entrance exams and looks like he's about to drop dead on the spot. Diablomon really fucked up this kid's day, and he still doesn't even know any of that even happened.

Speaking of people who have no idea what happened, Mimi is home from her Hawaii trip and everybody's got suntans. The Tachikawa family is as close as ever.

Hikari is still at that birthday party despite Taichi screaming at her multiple times to drop everything and come home. She has elected to invoke the rule of Go Fuck Yourself, a popular choice among women who've been treated rudely by domineering men.

She, too, remains blissfully unaware of the horrifying fate that nearly befell Tokyo today.

Yamato's grandma seems to be enjoying the peace and quiet since Yamato and Takeru ran off.

Nobody ate any of Yuuko's destroyed cake. Diablomon truly did get the last laugh in the end.

Koushiro finally gets to go home after what must have felt like ten years in Susumu's office.

The Digimon return to Gennai's secret mansion to continue... Whatever they're doing with their lives.

And this is the big one. Sora types out an email to Taichi that reads: "Dear Taichi. I'm sorry. Thank you for the present. Sora." Then we close on the true final shot of the film: A picture of Sora, smiling and wearing the hairclip that Taichi gave her.

As with Yamato's haircut, this also serves to bridge the gap between series as 02 will see Sora no longer covering her hair with headgear. The emotional landmine Taichi stepped on has finally been cleaned up.

So. How we feeling about this film.

Assessment: My biggest complaint is that not one of the show's three female characters got to actually do anything.

Half of the cast was written out, with only Taichi, Yamato, Koushiro, and Takeru having any significant roles - and Takeru's really stretching the definition of "significant" there. That's fine, but it does bug me that not one of the show's women apparently warranted any serious inclusion.

I think that's why they gave Yuuko so much screentime. To compensate for the fact that all three of the Chosen Children girls were excluded.

Diablomon is... pretty straightforward. It's a buggy Digimon made of bugs who eats data, and its eating of data causes more bugs. There's something simple and childlike about its demeanor right up to the end, but any sympathy I may have had for it vanished instantly with the reveal of the nuke.

That the nuke was not a reaction to Taichi and Koushiro but rather something it did right at the start of the film really gives it a lot of added menace that didn't seem present in its earlier stages. And yet it's not super clear if Diablomon even grasps the severity of what it's doing.

But it's unambiguously both aware of and complicit in the nuclear threat. That didn't just happen by accident as a result of a bug. The whole thing with the clock shows that Diablomon knows it launched a nuke and is making a horrifying game out of it.

Which is... All it really does. It doesn't feel like it's trying to destroy the world on purpose. It would have fired more than one nuke if that was what it wanted. It just feels like it's playing games. With extremely high stakes.

What an odd creature.

The stuff in Shimane with Yamato and Takeru was a lot of fun. XD More than I expected it to be. I kinda love the barbershop randos.

Sora and Taichi's drama seems like it's meant to be the emotional center of the film. This is what we open on, and it's what we close on. It's something we keep coming back to as the OVA progresses.

But it's also kinda flat due to Sora basically being a glorified cameo like Jou and the other girls. Without giving Sora any kind of active presence, there's not really anywhere it can go. All we can do is listen to Taichi wring his hands and complain about the drama they're having until his email arrives and it suddenly stops happening.

It's hard to do interesting interpersonal drama as a solo act.

I think the missile itself is the breakout star of this OVA. If there's one thing Our War Game is remembered for, it's... Well, actually, it's the debut of Omegamon. But if there's two things, then it's being the one where an evil Digimon tried to nuke Japan.

All in all... still a fun OVA. Now, there's nothing left between us and Adventure 02. The old guard are retiring to middle school. It's time for a new generation to take over.

[snowywolf1005]

JOYBOY LUFFY X LUNALA READER VS KAIDO PT4

Okay... I think this is the final one!

Previously, you and luffy use maximum power to defeat kaido, but kaido has an idea, covering himself a gaint fire of himself.

And you with your shadow monster form:

And you use your ability called Menacing Moonraze Maelstrom:

"Let's fight it out! Straw Hat!" Kaido yelled, he Flys toward Luffy metal hand by opening his jaw. "Are they going to destroy onigashima?!" Momonosake yelled.

"Create Flame Clouds! Or we'll all... be swept up!" Yamato yelled. "Take this!" Luffy yelled. "I haven't had enough fighting yet!" Kaido yelled.

I'm gonna skip kaido past cause I really fucking hate him so much.

"You'll be betrayed because you two are so weak. I'll form the strongest group in the world and turn this boring world into a world of violence. I'm the strongest!" Kaido yelled.

"The way you unified those samurai with the help of your crew was impressive. You're a star of hope that the cowards of the land of wano seized upon! They entrusted their future to you, but what's your goal? Straw Hat!" Said kaido

You and luffy try to push back kaido. "You two did great." Says kaido, then he blasted a fire ball at you two. Luffy is getting burned, and so are you!

"Well done fighting to this point! But..."

Luffy screamed in pain, and you screamed too (like mothra sound). "You can't change the world!" Kaido yelled, "luffy!" You scream.

Luffy smiles, "Of course, We're gonna win!" He yelled, making his hand bigger, and you making yourself much bigger! Onigashima began falling apart, "AAAAAHHHH!!" You and luffy scream.

"I don't know where they got it from," Kaido thought, and he remembered something.

'But Yamato mentioned joyboy and lunala name.' Said kaido.

'Oden wanted to open the borders to welcome lunala and joyboy... if he is the same guy you're waiting for, King, then I know exactly who joyboy, lunala is.' He said, King was surprised.

Luffy punch kaido really hard, that he almost so close to hit him. "Go luffy! (Y/N)!" Momonosake scream, "get the hell out of wano!" You yelled.

The onigashima is falling on the bottom. "Do not lose heart, Momonosake! They will win! Luffy (Y/N) will win! They will... surely defeat kaido! I can do it!" Said Momonosake. "That's the spirit! You'll save the people of the land of wano! Create them, Momonosake-kun!" Yamato yelled.

Momonosake tried to make the flame clouds, and he finally made it! "Come out, Flame Clouds! Heed my call!" Said Momonosake.

Then, a hole of full of water burst out inside the onigashima, Momonosake was surprised. "Hurry up! Onigashima's gonna fall at any minute! Please, luffy (Y/N)... finish this battle as soon as possible!" Said yamato.

"Don't give up! Fight until the very last minute!" Hyogoro yelled, "No, on in this world... can beat me!" Kaido yelled.

"What's this noise?" Kid asks, then a big rumble causing everybody to shake and almost losing their balance. "What is it this time?!" Nami ask.

"This doesn't look good!" Said Chooper, "Robin-san..." said brook, Robin is in the water not moving. Brook swims toward, "Don't give up, everyone! I'll make it reach you!" Said raizo.

"Bring the fire under control!" Jinbe yelled. Everyone is sucked into the water, and the fire is put out. "Save everyone!" Jinbe, raizo yell. And a huge wave burst out. Everyone was surprised and shocked, Law was surprised, too.

Nami, tama, and Chopper were scared, "Water," they scream. "Everyone's raining down!" Said tama, then Nami saw something, "look! Is that...".

"We'll make it back alive!" Usopp yelled. "-Usopp?! Kin'emon! Okiku-chan!" They yelled. The water wave towards Nami, tama, and Chopper, and they're pretty scared. "No!" They yelled.

More water came and made it to a flood. "I'm sorry, zoro... hey, don't get washed away, guys!" Said Franky. "Where did the water come from?!" Said sanji, the water started to push sanji away.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" He screams, "sanji-san!" Osama screams, "Osama-chan!".

The onigashima began to flood, "What is happening on onigashima?!" Momonosake question. Then the onigashima started to titled, "the Flame Clouds are disappearing! Too late! Onigashima's gonna fall!" Yamato scream.

You and luffy try your best, but you're too tired, but you can't give up now! "Momonosake-kun! We gotta stop onigashima! You wanna save the Flower Capital, right?!" Yamato question.

"I will stop it! I will not allow people to suffer anymore! Come out, Flame Clouds!" Momonosake scream, he use all his strength to make the flame clouds. A huge line of flame clouds hoops.

Yamato was amazed, "That's amazing! That's great, Momonosake-kun! Stop onigashima!" Yamato yelled, "Got it! Count on me!" He yelled. Momonosake grab the flames clouds hoops.

And Momonosake Flys toward to onigashima, "go!" Yamato scream. Momonosake warp around the onigashima and pulled as best he can.

"Violence will dominate the world! You two are gonna fall victim to it!" Said kaido, "shut up!" Luffy yelled. Then luffy punch kaido cheeks, and you use all your strength to push kaido back, too.

And a bright light show inside the onigashima. Kid and Law saw the bright light of kaido, "Straw Hat! Shape girl! If you lose, you'll pay for it!" Kid yelled. "Go, Straw Hat-ya! (Y/N)-ya!" Said Law.

"The strong will live, and the weak will die! I'm gonna bury you along with your friends! And your girlfriend will be my pet!" Kaido yells, those words made you and luffy pissed. "Shut up! You're not taking (Y/N) away from me!" Luffy yelled.

"Starting with the land of wano, I'll take over the world! What kind of world can you create?! Straw Hat!" Kaido yelled, luffy scream, Flys back.

"Luffy!" You yelled, then kaido hand grabs your body, and you scream in pain. "(Scream like mothra) Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" You scream, luffy watches kaido grabs you and started screaming. "(Y/N)!" Luffy screamed, "Do you see this! Straw Hat! This is what happens when you can't protect someone who you care about!" Kaido yelled.

Then, a huge bright light shoots out, and everyone watches the light. And tama, remember something.

'Tama! Don't set the bar too low! I'll make it your everyday life!' Said luffy, tama was amazed his words.

'By the time we leave this country, we'll make it a place where you can eat as much as you want! And I'll teach you how to dance!" You said.

"Big sis! Big bro!" Said tama, luffy Hand, became larger, kaido was shocked, "let (Y/N) go!" Luffy commend. You try to get free from kaido Hand, and you have an idea. You transform your human self.

And free from kaido hand. Kaido tried to grab you, but he was too distracted from luffy large fist. "Luffy!" You cried, luffy see you free. "(Y/N)!" He yelled.

And you transform to legendary form. This is your form:

Luffy loves it so much, like he wants to hold you, but he can't. "Now! Menacing Moonraze Maelstrom!" You yelled, and six laser been shoots out in different eagle and started to hit kaido.

Now, kaido thinks he's about to lose.

"We want..."

"(Y/N)! Luffy!" Momonosake yelled, "Charge!" Kin'emon yelled, all the samurai held their sword up and screamed for victory.

"...to create..."

Kaido fire form is starting to disappear, turning him back to his blue dragon form.

"... to create the world..."

Then, kaido fire form blown away.

"...where our friends can eat..."

"As much as they want!" You both scream. And use all your power to defeat kaido, you laser, hits kaido body every each. Luffy fist hit kaido face.

Kaido was wide eye to see your ture powers, remembering his past and remembering oden face screaming his name.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" You both stared screaming so hard, and kaido fell back, getting knocked out, falling down to the sky.

You and luffy sigh, catching your's breath, luffy smiles. You saw a bunch of sky boats with letters saying to defeat kaido, then luffy laughs.

'King.'

'I know exactly who joyboy and lunala are.'

'Who is it?'

'The ones who will defeat me!'

'Then I don't think they'll appear.'

Momonosake falls down, stressed out, and finally placed onigashima safely. And luffy began falling down, you transform back your human self.

And flys down to reach luffy, you grab him. Luffy body transforms back his original self, yamato runs towards you both. You landed carefully, placing luffy in your arms, and you kissed his lips.

You saw Yamato. "(Y/N)?!" She asks, you nodded your head, "Yep that's me, but you have to quiet, luffy is sleeping," you said. "So it's really you, in the bats form," said yamato.

And you felt something, you turnaround to see luffy holding you, warping around you. You smile and you transform back your original self.

"I think he doesn't want to let go," you said, laughing. "Well done, Momonosake." You said, "Yamato...".

Yamato, look at you. "Can you hold me pls, I going to take a nap..." You said about to close your eyes. "Don't die! (Y/N)!" Yamato screamed, shaking your body.

"I'm not gonna die! I just said I'm going to take a nap!" You yelled, "and while you hold me, I'll hold luffy cause he starts getting worried about me." You said. "Luffy really in love you." Said yamato, smiling, you smile back.

You pat luffy head.

THE END!!!!

I'M DONE!!!!

[president-alpine]

BTAS Screen edit + Hatter Junior Info!

Needed a little inspiration so I went ahead and tried out screen edits for the first time, also a bit of a redesign for Henry!

Need a little more practice! ^.^;

Anyway, here is more info on Hatter Junior AU

Henry didn't have his signature fun as he does now

Thanks to his harsh upbringing Henry only saw the world as this cruel and unjust place, however after being taken in by Jervis and getting to experience the world with the fun on Wonderland... and mind controlling people

Henry is now happier than ever before and is willing to join in on whatever wonderland escapade his father has in store, especially if it means seeing whatever new puppets they get to have fun with

2) Despite being Jervis's protege, Henry isn't allowed to mind control people yet, does it anyway

Jervis has tried to put some parenting restrictions on Henry to not get himself hurt, including barring him from using his mind control tech until he's an adult

But Henry does it anyway, usually to get Jervis out of trouble

One time, Jervis was about to be taken away by officers, but Henry used his hat and cards to control another group of officers and successfully got Jervis to safety

Sure, he was grounded but Jervis was proud

3) Henry is quite the scrappy and pragmatic little kid

Henry's upbringing before being adopted by Jervis had him fight and steal for survival, which made him far more willing to pull dirty tricks to get his way

For that, he is a menace on the battlefield and makes Jervis's blood pressure rise each time he sees Henry do anything

Things he did but not limited to:

Hit Robin in the face with a dodgeball

Slammed the door on Batgirl that she fell to the ground

Bit so many people

Pulled on the Batfamily's capes

Launched live crabs at our heroes, and those crabs started to pinch

Made various traps and weapons from whatever he can find, he's terrifying if he finds thumb tacks

No one has been okay the moment he made cherry bombs out of pepper spray

Jervis has no idea to this day how Henry learned this and it concerns him to a great deal, but thankfully Henry loves him a lot that he's usually safe from his chaos. Though he tries to reign in Henry's more intrusive thoughts

Yeah, all and all Henry isn't a good noodle XD

Well, that is what you get with a kid that is raised by a supervillain who thankfully loves his dad with all his heart

[lollytea]

hunter baby fever haver so true. guy who is mentally furnishing a nursery before even having his own place. baby name book addict. hes comparing & crossreferencing BI & earth names as soon as children start to be a possibility

Fr I don't think he even particularly cared about kids at all until a certain point. Like his lukewarm reaction to little Philip in Hollow Mind, before he actually realized who he was? He was all like "Hm. Yes. That certainly is. A Child."

But then he starts his apprenticeship under Dell and suddenly he's exposed to kids every day. And he's put into situations where he needs to talk to them and understand them because it helps with the palisman carving process. And he was pretty awkward at first cuz he has barely had any interaction with children before this (King was the only child he knew, who happens to be very mature for his age) and kids are weird and bizarre and unpredictable and Hunter is a little out of his depth. But he gradually get accustomed to it and even warms up to being around them, even finding them endearing. So at that point he's like "Hmmm....maybe....maybe I'd like kids one day. Maybe....."

But then, but then, but THEN!!! But then he's at work one day and somebody lets him hold their baby and its all fucking over for him. It awakens the beast. He's not normal anymore. How can he possibly be normal??? How??? How can he continue to exist and live an indifferent life when babies are so fucking SMALL?????? WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! And then it just gets worse and worse and worse over time. He gets more and more comfortable with kids. He holds more babies. Now he's just insane about it.

And the thing is. Hunter knows he and Willow are too young for a baby. He knows neither are emotionally mature enough. He knows they still have so much growing up to do. He KNOWS okay he knows. So he's not begging for a baby. He has no intention of trying to have a baby right now. But that doesn't stop him from being in AGONY over the fact that it's gonna be several years before he can have a baby. His primal instincts are like. WANNA HOLD BABY!!! WANNA SQUISH BABY!!!! WANNA SMOOCH BABY!!!!!

Man is sighing wistfully over little baby clothes at the market and Willow's kicking herself for leaving him unattended cuz now he's gonna be in one of those moods tonight where he's whispering potential baby names in her ear when they're cuddling and she's had ENOUGH of it. She already wakes up every morning to twelve video links from Hunter of toddlers eating lemons and making funny faces or some shit because its usually in the middle of the night when his fever is the most potent.

Willow wants kids one day too. But she's also in very deep in her Flyer Derby thing. So while Hunter's idea of having children is the aftermath, Willow's mind immediately goes to the pregnancy part. And like. She has no intention of taking a pause from her athlete life yet. She's thriving.

Tho in fairness she does think it's kinda funny just how much of a menace Hunter is over this. He's just. Listen. If Hunter was never supposed to be a father, fate wouldn't land him with so many hobbies that could be utilized for future fatherhood.

An avid bookworm with an insanitable curiosity? He's 19 years old and reading parenting books for fun.

A tailor? He can sew, knit and embroider. He can MAKE little baby hats and mittens and booties and blankets. He'd probably be so excited to do so actually.

Woodcarver? He can build little wooden baby toys. He can make a mobile with little dangling palismen. He can build the goddamn crib itself and carve patterns into it of all of his and Willow's favourite flowers.

Like. He's spent a decade preparing. He's gonna be so ready when the time comes. But also you know that when the time DOES finally come and Willow tells him the exciting news, Hunter's euphoric celebration lasts for a total of four and a half minutes before he's like "Oh Titan....oh Titan, Willow, what if I'm a horrible father?"

He's a mess of a man.

[cloned-eyes]

Bad Batch Tattoo HC

Okay, I admit that this is me fully self indulging in my need to make every character that hasn't shown skin on screen a heavily tattoed menace. Enjoy

Hunter

I refuse to be believe that he only has a face tattoo

This man is committed to the bad bitch lifestyle 100%

Otherwise he wouldn't had blacked out 50% of his face

For body tattoos I really like the idea that he kept it symmetrical with the rest of his body head to toe

We talking simplified, heavy, blacked out motives mirroring his anatomical insides

Hunter got balls and I tip my hat at that

For the right side of his body I think he has some well placed tattos in an "etching style", basically what would be considered medieval motives but make them star wars.

You can't convince me that Hunter hadn't had a (jedi)knight/Mandolorian warrior obsession phase when he was a kid. Enticed by the noble ideals of knighthood and the honourable ways of living of his donors culture, he had always wished to be more than just a soldier

I think symbols of traditional weapons and Mandolorian incography

Hunter does pretty good in sessions but likes/needs to take a lot of breaks to avoid severe sensory overloads

Doesn't bring snacks but sips away liters of soda during and directly after getting a tattoo

Aftercare 7/10 in the first month after that his tattoos are on their own

Please sir put some sunscreen on your face and some lotion on your body at least once a week

Crosshair

Equally committed to the bad bitch lifestyle as Hunter but prefers finer lines

I picture Crosshair as someone who uses tattoos as an emotional outlet

Being a certainly a rather reserved individual who keeps emotions and feelings in check and exclusively to himself, he expresses everything freely by etching it into his skin.

Crosshairs body is littered in a mix of Ignorant and cyber tribal. Lots and lots of words, small and big symbols that hold all kinds of meanings to him. Reminders of certain situation in his life, reassurances, impressions of feelings he had, you name it.

Likes to cover them up since they're basically his deepest inside spilled out all over his skin.

Likes to look at and appreciate them whenever he's alone. Could stare at them for hours on end, lost in reminiscing each one of them and what meaning they hold.

Definitely takes care of them the most out of the batch. He wants them looking as nice as possible for as long as possible. Basically his way of taking care of himself emotionally too.

Sits really well in sessions since size and complexity of the motives are rather manageable

He keeps himself distracted by toying with his toothpick or studying the wall art in the studio, already planing his next tattoo.

Always treats himself with with space McDonald's and a nap afterwards.

Tech

Boy looks like a soft polite nugget from the outside but he is packing heat

Loves heavy black work and cyber motives. Tattooed his thighs/legs himself. Also tattooed Crosshairs eye and Hunters left body side since getting a tattoo done this big gets tricky scheduling with a studio between missions.

Knows what he's doing.

For his own motives he has a good mixture of scientific based ones. Star maps, equations, visualized audio track of his favourite sound recording you name it.

Also has some well placed ones for aesthetic reasons. Serves him as creative outlet

Wants hand tattoos really bad but hesitates since he could be 'out of service' for a few days due to swelling.

Tech keeps his tattoes in rather good condition but since he doesn't hold as much emotional attachment to them as Crosshair he restricts himself to basic care.

Sits like a champ. It's all or nothing with him when it comes to tattooing so strap in. Brings snacks and soda to the session and likes to keep himself occupied on his holopad during it.

Wrecker

As much as I would like this big boy to be coverd in ink from head to toe he's the lightest tattooed member of the Batch.

Doesn't like needles, sucks at aftercare and needs Tech to constantly disrupt him from scratching his tattoos in the itchy stage.

He still has a few, most of them rather small and one big chest one, an explosive hazard warning, to testify his love for blowing things up.

Tech did all of them because there is no Tattoo artist in the whole galaxy patient enough to put up with his squeamish butt.

Due to his reckless behaviour and with that corresponding obtainance of injures some if his tattoos got a bit roughed up.

They still look pretty and surprisingly good giving the environment they have to obtain themselves in. Strong and resilient as there owner

Sits bad in sessions, even though he has a good pain tolerance. Ignores all kinds of aftercare and still somehow manages to get them not infected. Please sir, your skin is begging for some moisturizer.

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey Player AU! Captain John Price Headcanons

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Center. Long time captain (obv.), long suffering captain. 1000+ games. Someone get this man a cup already ffs. Defensive offenseman; has like three Selke trophies.

Not a big goal scorer, under reactive cellies, does the stand and point at whoever was the assist. But he does tally a few good assists per year and his cellies for his boys are intense. A little slower these days but will not back down from a crushing hit or dropping the gloves when he makes the occasion call for it. MEAN slapshot.

Leads by example... which... can lead to some crowded penalty boxes- you do NOT cheap shot these guys. They can and will drop the gloves. Price holds his team to the same standards and isn't afraid to enforce it internally. He'll drag Soap out of a pile as many times as he needs to. They play hard and physical, but clean.

Similarly, he wants to hold the league to high standards as well. If he feels there's been too many bad calls by the refs he's ready to cut a check to the league for scalding criticism post game.

Loves his boys so much. Always yelling encouragement on the bench. Would and has run through a wall for them. Physically affectionate. Known to give a little kiss on the cheek during cellies or on the bench 🥹 Gif sets of those are very popular. We love to see it.

He's a hockey veteran though and though, made some deep playoff runs, knows his shit, knows they can win a cup.

His team may be down but they are never out. Do not turn off the game, do not leave the stadium early, because you will regret it. Price will lead the team though the most nail biting comeback you've ever seen. He's fully taken the clipboard from the assistant coach to draw up plays before and it WORKS. Down three with three minutes left? One goal per minute, easy (this is, in fact, not easy).

Gaz is set to be his predecessor for captain. Price could not be more happy about it; he took Gaz under his wing the second he was drafted. Even though their play styles aren't the same, Gaz learns a lot from Price's leadership skills.

The kids think he's trendy with the 'bucket hat'... has to explain it's not.

Not a media favorite. He doesn't use the stock hockey responses and is a little too real. Has accidentally sworn multiple times live on air :( Used to avoid interviews and pressers when he was younger, but once he took on leadership roles he had to make peace with it. He gets asked the 'why are you so pissy' comment that Drai did a couple years ago. Reporter got a death glare for that.

Yet a fan favorite. We can't help it he's so handsome!! Competency is hot!! He's loyal and passionate! What's not to love about him!

Locker room menace- walks around naked and does not give a fuck. Much to the chagrin of the media. (Pls one shot of his ass just one please we're begging you)

Hockey hair status: yes with his facial hair. Keeps the chops shorter during the regular season, but lets it all grow for the playoffs

Roster pic status: he's giving that one face. His promo videos are also 😵‍💫

Mic'd up: he'll do it and knows people like his voice (for some reason?) but he doesn't prefer it

WAG status: has been with the same women for years and years. She enjoys games with the other girls, but doesn't party as much as she used to. His family was SO cute at his 1000th game ceremony 🥹 

His number WILL be retired one day and I WILL cry at the ceremony.

After retirement will stick around to coach, probably after taking a few years off to be with his family.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative. (Read as self insert if you so desire). Hockey Price is somewhat based on my previous fav (now retired) player Mikko Koivu.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Gaz

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 14: Cage

The following morning for Luigi was… eventful, to say the least.

Bowser had left the nest only after ensuring that both the Koopalings and Luigi stayed inside his chambers -that is, by barricading the door.

Luigi would like to say he wasn’t the loudest to protest this, but he (unfortunately) knew that the Koopalings wouldn’t agree.

Combined with the lack of obvious entertainment, it’s a wonder that they unanimously agreed to either go back to sleep or talk to/bother their new guest.

Luigi wouldn’t say it was nerve-wracking, but the (rightfully curious) questions of Ludwig, Wendy, and Junior have put a lot of things into perspective.

First, it means A LOT for Bowser to have allowed someone into the nest aside from the kids.

(And yes, he has blushed redder than Mario’s hat at the pointed looks he received.)

Second, don’t worry about going easy on Junior once they decide to play games; he is a sly cheat sometimes with the skill to back him up.

(Luigi is more skeptical of this, but doesn’t argue.)

Third, there was a Very Good Reason that Bowser freaked out so much:

Apparently, long ago, the castle had been Magically reinforced with protections against foreign scrying and teleportation -something that is supposed to not only work within the castle’s perimeter, but also produce an audible backlash that allows the residents to locate the perpetrator.

The fact that neither Bowser nor Luigi has found evidence of a present source of the whispers, and has not heard the tell-tale siren…

Well, either someone overpowered those protections, or… it’s something else.

It left the four of them in tense contemplation, enough to almost miss a warped ringing sound nearby.

It took everything in Bowser to concentrate on the action in front of him.

After making sure his kids and Luigi were safe (as one can be, considering...), he immediately headed towards the barracks, shouting out for Kammek and Kammy.

He has no idea how long they have been spied on, or even how long the Kingdom has before -whatever it is does something.

Bowser doesn't even know what to expect, and it feels so damning.

Even as his advisors gather as many Magikoopas as possible, maybe to track down the anomaly before things escalate, it felt like it was too little too late-

But it's not too late, not when he still has someone to protect.

Still, even with this resolve, he had met the arriving Messenger Koopa with a mixed sense of surprise and dread.

And then he learned it was a forewarned announcement for the arrival of 'Mushroom Kingdom Representatives'.

Once, months before this moment, Bowser would have met this news with eager smugness. He would have reveled in the chance -the far-fetched implication- that Peach liked him back.

Now? He only feels unadulterated RELIEF.

Of course, they decide to come for a surprise visit!

...Oh shit, they won't know what is happening.

"Kamek!'

"Yes, Your Franticness?"

"I want you to get the red menace here, pronto! AND GET HIM UP TO SPEED!"

"Right away, sir!"

There. Hopefully, whatever the hell is going on will at least-

He hears a distant, warped ringing.

"KAMMY!"

The Magikoopa doesn't bother replying, instead poofing him and everyone in the room towards the unmistakable sound.

The pink smoke didn't even fully clear before Bowser went into a panic-

The Koopalings were huddled in the nest- they didn't seem hurt but-

Luigi was standing outside of it trembling- obviously trying to stay between them and the threatthreatthreat- and Bowser wants him to get away-

"At last! After searching like a child for a beloved toy outside its cage, I've found you!"

[maybellewheelerfan]

Wheeler skin ideas

Guest of Honor Straight up just Warbucks’s outfit. Was looking at poacher outfits for triumphant before changing it and looked at Warbucks and was like, yeah. He is a rich British explorer, wearing the fashion of the day. It’s still explorer themed and an homage to the character she replaced (though not a good one).

Survivor Like the others, just Wheeler but scratched up, I imagine with cut hair and her pants cut into shorts or something. With those big pads they can’t be able to stay on through such conditions.

Triumphant I was going for a poacher, like a rich British explorer but after thinking how it worked with her personality, seems best to do something else. A fighter pilot fits better with her gung ho personality. Somebody said she would be a biker but Winona already has a biker girl outfit. So at least a full body pilots suit would be both menacing and in character. And give her a evil mustache to twirl, for extra measure.

Halloween skins all the survivors have two Halloween skins, a mob from the game and a classic kind of costume. For the mob, she would be a catcoon, badabing badaboom, she loved cats. Or a hound/varg. Kind of like Warly’s carrat outfit, she don’t like dog 😔. And for the more classic costume I would go with a cowboy! She would relate to the cowboys need for exploring the new land and I think she would enjoy the role of a sheriff.

Gladiator more wishy washy because of how general the skins are so just throwing ideas to the wall. Half of her hair shaved off, like Winona’s but just half. Unsure what her face paint would be, would mostly be through doing different patterns and see what works. Her armor would be very light, to match with her health, like mostly covering her upper body and a skirt. I don’t know man :( was thinking the over sexual woman’s armor traditionally in games because there is WAY too much boob armor.

Roseate For this, I would have her in a dress (mostly for the femme x butch thing with Winona, just a bit silly). I have been listening to the great gatsby soundtrack on repeat so I would so some sort of 1920s dress based on the night life. Come on, she’s adventurous! Of course she would be at these parties! Someone who goes places has to enjoy them.

Snowfallen She would be an explorer… of the poles! I’m a big puffy jacket with a fluffy collar that goes around her head (hats ontop) with thick gloves. Her quote would be like, “Surprisingly not as insulated as it looks.” Or something about how she’s still freezing under all those layers.

Verdant More unsure about this, like what nature role she would take. Perhaps an adventure captured by the beauty of nature. Would personally make her look more exotic, to fit with the adventure theme.

Victorian COMPLETELY STEALING THIS FROM kittemfang they reminded me I needed to do this because they posted an amazing plane tester Victorian Wheeler concept, a wanna be aviator testing the prototypes. BASICLY that. Any adventure outfit would look to similar to her current design.

Magmatic like the gladiator, unsure. Plus, IF Wheeler was in the game, doubt they would make any new skins of these sets. Like the others, firey hair with a basic outfit, really not many ideas for this.

Merrymaker Santa. Joking but her ass WOULD get in a full Santa outfit for the kids. Hard to pin down something I’m happy with and I’m too tired to think. It’s a general jolly theme, I’ll edit this if I think of anything.

Moonbound Something like a faux astronaut suit would be fun. She would get to explore a new plane :)

Masquerader Also haven’t looked at specific examples but I would go with a bird theme. All of her bird quotes are somber, about how she wishes to fly.

Other skin ideas Two that are really loose single skin ideas are an Indiana jones outfit. Very basic but very classic outfit for an adventurous character! Second is a commercial airline pilot. Just unique enough from the others to work, but would be a bit off timeline wise but it’s for the funsies. Also it would be cute if there was a flight attendant Walter outfit. The kid trying to help the cool adventurer :)

I’m on a trip right now so this is incoherent, but wanted to get some ideas down. I’ll draw them once I get back and will edit these as see fit.

Also would love to see others feedback and ideas!