#I just need to make excuses and headcanons to enjoy it to the fullest as some things just feel way too immersion breaking for me

[gabichanwrites]

Can you... Can you guys imagine. Get in the Water. Poseidon is MAD happy to finally get Odysseus. Get in the Water, Odysseus. Or I will DROWN your Ithaca, or I will GOUGE your son's eyes. Odysseus answers, begs. What else can he do? It's Been Ten Years, they are both hurting from loses. Why can't they stop and just... go home. Finally, finally get to the home that is so close.

But No. The god says "Die". The god sends waves, sends him under. Ruthlessness is Mercy, he said before. He will not let Odysseus get away again. There is no escaping god of the sea now, not so deep in the ocean. Odysseus can hear Polites, can hear Eurylochous, can hear his mother. All of his comrades are Waiting, Waiting, Waiting. He can't let go but he must. They are Waiting. But then something unlike the sound of trumpets - crashing waves - resonates within him. A beat like his heart but getting stronger, getting more powerful. His chest is vibrating with it when he finally hears the tick-ticking, so familiar yet foreign. Then, a voice shakes his very being. "I was promised blood." Godly wrath fills him and suddenly Ares' instruments are all he can hear, followed closely by his soldiers' vengeful cry.

[thatonesmartkidfromschool]

Ok Mr "I know drayton better than anyone" give us ur headcanons then. Need to test them against mine /lh

Ummm most of my headcanons are just me projecting LMAO.. so maybe they're not all that accurate but idk lmao

So first off. Definitely a burnt out gifted kid. He just gives me that kinda vibe. Like someone who thrived in their youth and completely gave up once things started getting too overwhelming and taking up too much of his personal time. Like idk maybe he felt like he wasn't enjoying his life so he did a massive 180 from one unhealthy lifestyle to another 😭😭

His sleep schedule is absolute shit. Which causes him to be. Maybe a little eepy at times. And by that I mean all the time 24/7 he often struggles to stay awake when not being constantly fed stimuli. But honestly he probably naps a good lot when in the club room. Which doesn't make him any less sleepy but. It feels nice in the moment, at least. I wish I could nap more.

Oh and he just randomly decided to look awful actually. It was all on purpose. One day he thought. What is the worst possible outfit and look I could come up with. And that's how we got toothpaste haired, sweatpants under a skirt boy. Don't trust him when he says it's not a skirt. It's definitely a skirt. He's just messing with you. Like seriously he looks so ridiculous how is this not on purpose.

OH and the toothpaste cut was definitely just an excuse to dress up as a tube of toothpaste every Halloween. He haunts BB academy's freshmen with that shit.

And this one sort of relates to the outfit once but he just. Hates. Having to be serious. It makes him feel awful. It's so much easier to cope with things when you're just joking around acting goofy.

OH and he absolutely adores all the kids in the league club to bits. Just the club as a whole. Means so much to him. Of course, this is kind of obvious given the context of the game but STILL. I guess battling is one of the things that brings him the most joy and he loves sharing that with the club members. And like yeah he hates responsibility so he never actually wants to be president but he wouldn't see helping out the club members one on one as a responsibility.. maybe he just likes to see people enjoying themselves to the fullest like. Yeah. (And also because he just likes showing off his abilities lmao)

Like broooo HE'S ACTUALLY JUST LIKE ME FR??? CHAT????? Anyways there might be more I could add but I can't think of it rn... all of these ideas have been rotating in my head for weeks now thanks for sending this ask.. also gimme your Drayster hcs so we can cross reference them

[fenharel-enaste]

Hello my fella 💖🤝

By any chance do you have nsfw headcanons for Elendil?

Just asking, yk 👉👈

Here you have it, my dear 😉 I hope you like it!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a cold shower 😩🥵

Elendil NSFW headcanons

Elendil’s such a pleaser in bed. If you have the time, he won't stop until you are completely spent, which means he'll make you cum as many times as possible. And he's always, always able to give you one more orgasm than you expect. 

He’ll worship every inch of you during sex. There is no part of you that he won't caress or kiss. He'll make sure you feel wanted at all times and let you know how much you turn him on. 

He loves, looooves, making love to you in the morning, when both of you are still half asleep. It all starts with a chaste morning kiss, and then a little touch here, a little bite there, and you both end up lying on your sides with his cock slowly sliding in and out of you from behind, his arms around you and a trail of wet kisses down your neck. 

Believe me when I say Elendil is such a TEASE when he feels playful. Even though he loves giving you one orgasm after the next, sometimes he enjoys leaving you on the edge over and over again. But you know that for every time he leaves you on the edge, the orgasms he'll give you when he takes pity on you will be twice as powerful. 

He’s quite vocal in bed and doesn't hesitate to express how much he likes what you're doing to him. And again, he’s a tease who loves saying the dirtiest words into you ear, knowing how much you love hearing his deep baritone voice. 

There's few things he enjoys more than giving head. He loves teasing your clit and your entrance with his tongue before devouring it hungrily, never getting enough of your taste. He usually makes you cum once or twice like this before the real fun begins. 

And, of course, he swears he can see stars when you use your mouth on him. The feeling of your warm tongue running along his hard length to then suck on it over and over again. It doesn’t take you long to bring him to the edge. And he’s happy to oblige when you, sometimes, ask him to cum inside your mouth. 

It's not that he's against it or doesn't want to take you in places where you might get caught. He’d take you anywhere, honestly. But that would mean he couldn’t hear your moans and whines while he fucks you. And hearing those is a must for him. 

His favourite position is when he’s on top of you and you rest your legs on his shoulders, this allows his cock to reach deep inside you, just how he likes it. Besides, he loves being able to look at your face when he makes you cum, and he can see everything from that position. 

Although he prefers the most intimate positions where he can feel closer to you, there are days when some inner animal wakes up and he doesn't hesitate to fuck you from behind, gripping your hips tightly and ramming roughly into you. You know well that brings out the best orgasms you could ever have. 

He usually loves cumming inside you, so that he can feel you around him until the very last moment. And he is also aroused by the idea that part of him will still be inside you for some time afterwards. Although there are times when, at your request, he ends up spilling his cum on other parts of your body. And the sight of it makes him hard again almost instantly. 

Being a pleaser, he loves taking control of the situation so you can enjoy it to the fullest, but he also loves it when you straddle him and ride him at your own pace. He lets you know that you're free to fuck him however you want, and maybe you'll take the chance to get your revenge for all the times he's pushed you over the edge 😌

[sea-puppie]

⭐️Cg!Mob psycho x Little!reader

// headcanons

Mob

☁️ Most likely confused by the concept at first

☁️But once he has his hands around the thought, he’s willing to be your caregiver!

☁️ he’d probably be a nervous cg. making sure you don’t toddle off too far, staying away from potentially dangerous items, i’m sure even if you’re staying still and sitting he’s still be worried

☁️he wouldn’t like to be called daddy or dada, but big brother works for him! even if you aren’t related by blood

☁️ he would carry around small stuffed animals in his book bag, just in case you started regressing in school and you need something to help calm your nerves

☁️when you’re smol, anything is possible with him! if you wanted to fly around and be a super hero, he’s already making you a cape!

☁️ you planted some flowers and wish they grew faster? no worries, Mob is making sure they bloom to their fullest just for you 💕

☁️ back on the regressed at school thought, he would try to shield you from anything that could make you cry even in this setting.

☁️ like if a teacher called on you, he would instead stand up and answer the question and give some sort of excuse for you so the teacher would leave you alone

☁️ he works well with all ages!

☁️ he’d probably take you to the park when you’re a playful regressed babie, he might play along and join you in a game with tag

☁️with almost always ends in giggles and laughter

☁️ i feel like he would enjoy making cute looking bentos for you.

☁️ Reigen would understand you age regressing too, although he’s not too good of a caregiver

☁️ if you in particularly had a bad day, Mob would take you you too Spirits and Such to watch over you before he has to leave or anything

☁️ Reigen would probably ask why are you acting so childlike and Shigeo would explain why and what age regression is. Reigen would probably get confused but a supporter nonetheless, even if he doesn’t work well with kids

☁️you taking on any jobs is a hard no, he needs to make sure his little sister/brother/sibling is always safe, it would put him in a lot of stress to know you might be hurt

self-indulgent once again. i’ve been having a tough week but i’m pulling through!

[midnightcinderella]

Some headcanons about the other exchange students because I care them

The demon exchange student to the human realm most definitely went up there alone

He showed up to the bus station with his bags packed and the "other exchange student" just never showed up

He bitches about it to the angels at least once a week. The angels are honestly sick of hearing about it, but are duty bound to listen to the troubles of all the little lambs, even the little demon lambs

When he's not bitching about the mia student, he actually likes being in the human realm

Fell in love with human food and is learning recipes to make when he goes home

Thinking about making a magical tunnel connecting the human realm to the devildom so he can smuggle ingredients in

Fooled around with a couple humans and is actually pretty good friends with the angels. Actually trying to smash one of the angels, but it's a process getting there

The angel exchange students to the human realm are having a blast. They actually saw the program as another way to work at first bc they were actually in the human realm now and could be a lot more hands on with helping humans stay on the right path

One presents as male, the other as female, and both take turns listening to the demon student's woes

The male swears the demon gets so touchy with him when it's his turn to play therapist. The female thinks he's making it up since it never happens to her

While the male still sees the exchange program as a work opportunity somewhat, the female is enjoying her time in the human realm to the fullest. She suggests taking the demon exchange student to visit the celestial realm after the program ends, and is delighted when he says he wants to go

The variety of human music fascinates them, and they take local dance classes in addition to their school classes

The demon exchange students to the celestial realm wear sunglasses all the time. All the time

Knows it makes them look kinda douchy, neither of them care

Took a while for them to get used to celestial realm food. Most of it was too sweet for their taste

They throw the wildest dorm parties, but tbh the bar wasn't set very high

Destroying the entire realm with their frat boy energy and proud of it

They actually really like the two human students bc they're the only ones who can even come close to keeping up with their partying

One time an angel removed their sunglasses with the excuse that he wanted to see their eyes and they screamed so loud, other angels came running to help whoever was dying

"Matthew, what happened to the exchange students?"

"MY EYES"

The human exchange students to the celestial realm totally get it. The eye strain is strong in this realm

They asked an angel where they could buy eye drops and the next day they were handed a little bottle full of what could only be described as a potion

The human that wore glasses no longer needs them

They use memes to deal with their homesickness. The demons love them, but they're hit or miss with the angels

Found out that angels don't like it when you say you're going to fistfight god

One of them wants to shoot her shot with one of the demons and the other is judging her so hard for it

"I'm just thinking about it girl, I'm not gon do it" -the human who in fact had already done it

The other human found out when she walked in on them canoodling in the dorm lounge

Most definitely have had a "*sneeze*" "bless you" "GOD?!" moment, except it really was god

[hiro-gari]

Watching this short clip of newest music video from Wataru Hatano (Badd’s VA), made me thinking:

What most people don’t know yet is that Badd can actually sings beautifully.

Garou discovered this trivial fact when he heard Badd singing in the shower. His voice range is also good: Badd could do from lullaby or mellow-sounded songs to the screamo metal songs.

Badd usually does the lullaby singing whenever there’s thunderstorm at their place and Zenko was afraid to sleep alone, hence Badd calming Zenko down and made her feels safe with his singing. Garou also likes to lie beside Badd when he was lullabying Zenko and couldn’t help but loving his soothing voice so much.

The latter only when he got frustated after finishing annoying missions, like being snobbish executive’s bodyguard or encountering troublesome monsters. It was hilarious everytime Badd does that kind of screamo singing, Garou was wondering if they should just forming a rock or metal band together instead of doing heroes’ duty.

One time he sings Amai Mask’s song because he always (or forced to) listening Zenko’s favorite playlist on daily basis. Garou casually commented, “You sure do a much better job than him, babe!” while giving him a genuine adoring smile. Badd took it as the most flattering praise from Garou as he felt encouraged. So from that day on, he would be singing more around Garou, as it could improve their mood: Badd doing his secret hobby more freely without being judged and Garou enjoying his boyfriend’s beautiful voice to the fullest.

Imagine Garou decided to join Badd at singing duets when they have shower together, lmao. Truly chaotic and hilarious but still sounds beautiful.

Then at some point, there was a rather big television studio inviting S-Class heroes to be the guests for their new summer program. The plan was originally only having a talkshow night along with usual interviews, but the studio asking someone among S-Class heroes to be a volunteer singer for a short promotional music video clip.

All of them agreed to attend the talkshow night, but nobody dared to volunteer as a singer. Either too shy/embarassed that they couldn’t sing, have performance anxiety, or don’t like singing at all. Suddenly Garou suggested that Badd would do it since he got a nice voice and wonderful performance acts. Which resulted in Badd being combusted immediately and spluttered on why did Garou exposed his secret ability.

Garou said he wanted people to appreciate him and his skill, that Badd also has good talent beside being a courageous hero. Also, why not seeing the softer side of Metal Bat doing adorable singing performance on TV?

Badd wont admit it but Garou has a real good point, also felt happy that Garou always being a very supportive boyfriend to him. Thus it was decided that Badd would be the volunteer, saving all the S-Class heroes’ face from ruining the genuine offering.

Before the recording days, the TV program gave Badd the script for video performance, the song lyrics, and the demo song sample from the producer. It has summer-vibe theme, coincidentally also suits perfectly to Badd’s real image as a summer boy. Badd thought the song was actually pretty cute and high-spirited, too. He was sure he could do it easily with some improvisation acting, based on what he feels about the song lyrics.

Badd only needed 2 days (in his sparetime after daily hero patrol) to memorize the song and singing it perfectly. Of course Garou never missed to watch Badd’s practices at home or at the studio, as he always accompanied Badd on each scheduled time.

The recording day has come, imagine Badd’s performance for the song was like in the video above, just like what Wataru Hatano did.. 🎤🎶🌻☀

Everyone was very satisfied with Badd’s surprisingly skillful singing performance, including Garou who was so proud of him from outside recording room. He immediately gave Badd standing ovation on the spot, then hugging him tightly and kissing him passionately once Badd finished the recording session in front of people. PDA be damned Garou just wanted to appreciate his smol amazing lover.

The short music video was officially aired during the talkshow night, shocking both the whole audiences at the studio (including the S-Class heroes) or audiences from home who watched the live TV program (like Zenko). It was surprisingly also got so many views and likes when the video was uploaded at Ytube, not to mention being shared a lot on multiple social medias. Until Badd’s MV become the trending topic for 2 weeks straight, beating Amai Mask’s own newly released MV at that month.

People have been asking Badd if he would ever consider a singing career outside his current job. Badd answered he was actually feel comfortable and satisfied working as an S-Class hero. That no matter how hard and dangerous it seems, he still proud of his job. It’s what he means to be: saving people’s life. So, the answer is a Big No.

Badd only consider singing as his hobby, not his job. Besides, his singing voice is only reserved for his special people in his heart: Zenko and Garou. Only both of them who get free pass on enjoying his voice. Badd ended his public speech by giving a lingering soft kiss on Garou’s cheek and tender yet bright smile, saying that he’s very grateful for having such a supportive boyfriend on his side..

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How was it? I hope the headcanon doesn’t sounds too weird hehe 😅💦

Since knowing Badd’s VA is Wataru Hatano, who often singing some anime’s OST beside voicing characters, I was thinking what if Badd also can sing beautifully like him?? 😳💕

If Amai Mask who is voiced by the famous Mamoru Miyano can sing in canon as an idol hero, why not Badd, too?? Since Wataru Hatano is also quite famous for his singing voice, y'know.. 👀✨

Besides, I think Garou would absolutely indulging on listening Badd’s beautiful voice at every possible chance, encouraging him even joined singing along with Badd happily. Just being lovable dumbass couple together, lmao!

As always, big thank you for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, also ofc all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! 😆❤💜💙💖🌸🌻🌷💐

I know I’m just a very amateur writer who couldn’t ever make impressionable writing, which usually resembled like some shitposting, I’m so sorry for that. But I hope you still enjoyed this silly headcanon of mine :“”) Have nice days, guys~ 😌💕💓

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

first of all exCUSE me I had no idea this was Badd’s VA omfg he’s??? amazing?? I love him 😭💖

Omg Badd singing lullabies to Zenko that’s so soft🥺🥺 his voice is deep and soothing he’d be so relaxing to listen to awww

asfdksdkfs Garou totally volunteered him with NO hesitation 😂😂 Yaaaas Badd >>>> Amai 👏😤 like sure they’ve both got good vocals but Amai’s personality is... you know... So happy Badd put him in his place even if it was only for a couple weeks, Garou gotta be so proud :’)

Thank you so much this is cute as hell asgdjskks 💕 DW anon I love your headcanons !!

[owlespresso]

royal treatment / emet-selch

Consort!Reader/Solus zos Galvus My ko-fi is still open for donations. I write headcanons and drabbles in exchange for donos. https://ko-fi.com/owlespresso Commissions are also open! https://owlespresso.tumblr.com/post/186937812263/commissions-are-open  SPICY CONTENT below the read more. You have been warned.

The scent of rich incense curls into the air and twines around your robed form as you navigate the royal chambers. Quietly do you tiptoe around the grand canopy bed and the plush leather couches. In the distance, the entrance to Solus’s personal bathing chambers stands. It’s slightly ajar, steam curling into the air from the slight crack, hinting that it’s in use.

It seems Solus wants you to bathe with him, tonight. As the emperor’s constant companion, you are accustomed to seeing sides of him that he reveals to no one else… including his unabashed nudity.

Does he long for a more sexual touch tonight? Or will he simply be satisfied by the lone press of your bodies together.

A thrill shocks up your spine as you near the door, gently pushing them open. 

Steam already rests heavy in the room, obscuring your vision momentarily. Its moist warmth settles against your skin. The smell of sweet roses and chamomile clings to the air and floods your senses. One of his highnesses’s favorites.

The chamber is wide and composed mainly of stark, white marble. A hollowed out, square space in the center acts as the main bath, flooded with crystal clear water. Pillars stand firm on either side of the tremendous room, thick and engraved with intricate, decorative patterns. 

Red and pink petals drift aimlessly over the bath’s surface. A small station to the right holds shelves of towels and toiletries, as well as a rack to hang one’s robe. A table resting in the corner hosts a bevvy of drinks to pick from. Had you been alone, you likely would have perused the selection. 

“And here I was, thinking you forgot about little old me.” The emperor’s voice rings soft and sultry over the open space. He rests against the far edge, elbows resting atop the finely cut marble. The muscular stretch of his torso is held above the water, ilms of perfect skin on full display. He is a man chiseled from only the finest of stones, every curve and sharp plane honed to strict perfection. Though his years on the battlefield have long passed him, it’s clear he still takes care of himself. 

It’s a devotion you can’t help but admire. 

“I could never,” you insist gently, a smile curling the corners of your lips upwards. Just the sight of his bare chest is titilating to you, finally freed from its usual prison of the royal regalia. The thick, flowing garments that usually cover him from head to toe are mercifully absent, letting you know you’ll be able to enjoy his company to the fullest, tonight. “I hope you’re well, my lord.”

You shrug your shoulders, allowing your silken robe to slide from your body and collapse to the floor, a puddle of sleek fabric. You’re completely bare underneath it, nipples already hard, cunt beginning to moisten in anticipation for what’s to come.

“As well as one can be after a long day of dealing with the oh-so-noble court,” he sighs languidly and rests his chin atop the back of his fingers. “I fancied my days on conquering and bloodshed to be over, but perhaps I should bring the troops down south to conquer the rest of Corvos. T’would be a splendid excuse for a vacation.” His gaze drags over the stretch of your body, lingering on the curve of your hips and the soft curve of your chest.

“An invasion as a vacation?” you inquire with a raised brow.

“A vacation in comparison to the dry monotony of conversing with rich fools.” Solus huffs out a laugh.

“Perhaps you should give yourself some time to relax before you commit to that plan,” you say with a soft smile, wading into the warm depths. The water sloshes around your waist, a few of the crimson petals sticking to your skin. “Allow me to help you to relax. It’s the least I can do after all you’ve been put through, today. I imagine count Flavius really put your nerves through the wringer. He was ranting for hours yesterday about the new taxation policy, like he doesn’t have enough money already.”

Upon your approach, he moves from his lofty, lounged position. The water shifts around his steep form as he steps in your direction, arms outstretched. You steer yourself immediately into his embrace, hands resting atop the broad stretch of his chest. The smell of rose water tied with natural musk surrounds you, all too familiar and comforting. 

“As much as I appreciate your willingness to serve your emperor, I would much rather take the lead this time round. Let us use this time to unwind… and wash away the wretched stench of countess Leonus’s perfume.” He wrinkled his nose, eyebrows furrowing into a scowl. His lips set into a pout which you were unashamed to admire as cute. 

He shakes his head as though to clear the memory of it, reaching towards a porcelain dish perched close to the ledge of the bath. He grasped a pale soap bar, meticulously cut into the shape of a rose. The needlessness of it made the corners of your lips curl into a wry smile. Every piece, every belonging was touched by the wealthy’s incessant need to make every object in their house unique and ornate.

He pays no mind to it, instead lathering up his hands as you finally come to stand before him.

“Please, take a seat.” A soapy hand presses against the small of your back, urging you into his lap. You rest upon his thighs, hands perched atop the broad curve of his shoulders. Though this is a dance you knew the steps to, you could not suppress a sharp intake of breath, nor could you fight the sheepish warmth that coalesced in your face. His gaze, keen and searching, roamed from your eyes to your chest, making a grand sweep over your top half. “Truly a sight to die for.”

He emphasizes his point by bringing his hands over your chest, calloused palms and fingers rubbing against your sensitive nipples. They raise to firm peaks within mere moments. Your eyes shut, lips parting around a soft gasp. He leaves white suds in his wake, spreading the sweet scent across your skin. 

“Idle flattery will get you nowhere, your radiance.” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d like it. His flattery, you immediately come to find, will get him wherever he wants to be.

“Oh? Is that why you’re already putty in my hands?” he says with a scoff, giving your hips a pointed squeeze. At this point, it’s more about teasing you than washing you clean. You bathe before your nightly visits to him, he knows this well, and has likely memorized your schedule for the lone purpose of teasing you at the most optimal times.

“Guilty as charged,” you acquiesce with a little laugh. You can already feel the slick gathering hot and heavy between your thighs, cunt drenched with your anticipation. “I can’t hide anything from you, your radiance.”

“At last you realize how futile it is to try and hide from your emperor,” Solus presses kisses up and down the expanse of your throat. There’s no doubt he notices every subtle twitch, every little noise you make. The water sloshes around your midsection as he urges you further atop his lap. The tip of his hardened cock kisses the softness of your cunt. 

His palms slide to cup your bottom, fondly squeezing each cheek. His thumbs caress the supple skin in slow circles, another sensation to add to the blossoming pile of them. It’s a series of delicate but purposeful touches that leaves you breathless and wanting, those long fingers mapping your sides and worshipping your body. No ilm is left unattended, your body relaxing muscle by muscle as he descends upon you. 

Any and all prospects of getting clean are washed down the drain as you lose your common sense to lust, eyes shutting, allowing yourself to get caught up river’s torrent. He’s the pull of the tides, the twining of the dark water around your legs, tugging you towards the soft soil at the bottom of the stream.

“Solus,” you sigh, fingers running through lush, ebony locks. You pull on the strands ever so slightly, feel an inkling of satisfaction as he softly moans against your collarbone. 

“Mmm?” he purrs in response. His long fingers curl around your right breast, giving it a pointed squeeze. Your back arches instinctually, gaze lifted towards the domed ceiling. His lips dance across the other, tongue rasping over your other nipple. He gently teases the firm bud with his teeth, before his lips wrap around it. The molten beginnings of your pleasure lap at your seated form, toes and fingers curling at the growing intensity.

He gives it a firm suck, the light press of teeth tearing a surprised gasp from you. He plays at the other with long fingers, squeezing and twisting it. He grants you no reprieve even as he releases your breast with lewd pop.

“Whatever is it that you want from me, my lovely? I cannot give you what you want unless you tell me.”

“Fuck me,” you plead, warm breath brushing against his ear. The shiver that rolls down his spine in response does not escape you. The tips of your nails run over his shoulders, causing goosebumps to spread over that vulnerable, pale skin. You every trick, touch him everywhere you can in order to elicit more of a reaction. If you know anything about Solas, it’s his unfortunate penchant for teasing. And at this point, when your mind is solely on pleasure, you’ll do anything to speed the process up.

“No, no,” he coos soothingly, “You’ll get your satisfaction later, my love. But for now, allow me to savor the privilege of your company.”

“All the flowery language in the world won’t satisfy me as much as your coc—” you feebly begin to reprimand him, in the middle of your weak scolding, he made a pointed roll of his hips. The heated length of his cock rolls exquisitely along your sodden folds. The sudden jolt of pleasure made your head loll back, a gasp wrenched from your weak throat. 

“Why waste your time on words when you could be making such beautiful noises for me?” Solus croons mockingly, his touch wandering back up to your chest. Calloused hands press to your hardened nipples, the course texture making your back arch all over again, too winded to offer a competent reply.

There’s little else you can do but squeal and croon and writhe atop him.

“There we go. Was that so hard?” he spares you no quarter, the honey-coated words striking hardest when you have almost no way to retort. His fingers find home between your legs, beginning to tease your arousal-slicked cunt. He barely presses into your entrance, eyes shut, head tilting to the side as you roll your hips. The hand not pulling pulse after pulse of arousal from the crux of your legs spans across the full size of your hip, holding you in place.

He drinks his fill of you, kiss after greedy kiss pressed to your soft lips. He pries your pleasure from you, works your body as a master musician works a violin, fingers dancing along thin strings. Your clit twitches with each fine note of pleasure, working you towards a warm release despite his intention to draw it out.

As though sensing the incoming climax, his touches halt. 

“Solus!” you near scream, fixing him with an incredulous stare. Your hands feebly press to his shoulders, your bottom lip caught underneath your teeth. Your hips immediately begin to wiggle and squirm, desperately attempting to grind atop one of his broad thighs. “Please, can we—”

“Hush, sweetling,” Solus cajoles, fingertips dancing up and down your sides. “You’ll receive your pleasure in due time. Bear with me until then. Trust that your beloved emperor will take care of all your needs.” 

How can you not, when he dominates you so sweetly? A shudder rolls up your spine, eyes sliding shut as you melt into his touches and embrace. He completes you, builds you up and tears down when he sees fit, a splendid cycle you immerse yourself in completely. 

It’s impossible to tell how long you spend in the baths. Your world zeroes down to him and him alone. 

He teases you to near orgasm at least twice more, leaving your pink folds agonizingly sensitive. Your cunt twitches when his fingers tease your inner thighs. Had the warm waters not surrounded your lower half, your cunt would have been utterly soaked with your juices. Your chest heaves up and down with each heavy breath, your torso slick with sweat.

“You’ve done so well,” Solus praises. His hands wander downwards, long fingers pressing to the soft flesh of your ass, urging your legs around his waist. Your heels press to the small of his back, weak arms clinging onto him for dear life. “A pitch perfect performance.”

The head of his cock presses snuggly against your sodden folds. It’s enough to coax another moan out of you, made to sing for his majesty as he makes the long slide in. His thick member throbs against your walls as he splits you open. His girth leaves not an inch of you wanting, pressing against every nook and cranny that demands his attention. He fills you to the brim, satisfies you in a way no man ever has or will again.

Tears blur the pale creams and yellows of your surroundings as he takes you. 

“Oh, what are those tears for?” Solus taunts. Plush lips brush against your wet cheeks. Fondness drips from his voice, a hand wandering south. “Are you really so desperate for release? You poor thing.” His voice curls with mock sympathy, as though he hadn’t driven you to this state in the first place. You have half a mind to tell him as much, but the sudden rock of his hips knocks the coherency out of you.

“Is that better?” His long fingers span the length of your hips, squeezing the flesh underneath his palms.

“Do you really have to ask?”–is what you want to say, but all you can manage is a hasty nod. Your eyes fall shut as he begins a sharp, relentless pace. The gentle caution he had spent so long teasing you with vanished in a mere moment, replaced by the domineering emperor foreign territories had grown to hate and fear. Each thrust is consummated by a new, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Your orgasm is brought closer at a faster rate thanks to prior teasing, made putty and limp in his hands.

Finally, at last, your orgasm washes over you. The space behind your eyelids goes bright white, your body trembling and writhing helplessly against the broad stretch of his chest. Your nails feebly catch against his snowy skin, blindly scrambling for purchase.

He fucks you through it, because of course he does. There’s not a drop of mercy to be found within his ragged thrusts. His hot breath brushes against the shell of your ear in the form of pants and growls, for even he cannot keep his veneer of kingly arrogance. He loses his rhythm, his hips jackhammering into your center. He blindly seeks his pleasure, and in a few moments, he finds it.

His hot essence coats your walls, cock hitting the deepest point inside of you. The sheer sensation of it makes every of your limbs quake, wrenches a gasp from your scream-raw throat. 

Silence settles between you, besides your own haggard panting. You pull breath after breath into your weary lungs. You haven’t even regained your bearings when he begins to stand, arms wrapped around you tight. The cold stings against your lower half as he lifts you from the water, easily stepping out of the bath from the elevated bench.

“Twas a grand performance,” he murmurs into your hair, pulling back to press a delicate kiss to your forehead. “I would say you’ve earned your fair share of rest. Allow me to take care of the cleanup.”

Easy, you think to yourself, thumping your head to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes shut, and the fatigue that has settled among inside your limbs drags you into a state of light dozing.

[blueroseblaze]

Hey, um do you think that you could do headcanons for Dante, Nero, and Nico and a female s/o who has really bad breakouts on her face,chest, and back and is kinda self conscious? Sfw or nsfw would be greatly appreciated. I’m sorry if this is too much.

Man I gate breakouts. Mine aren’t that bad but i what’s make them worse and end up with scars. And I don’t wear makeup so I just have to deal with them. If that’s what you’re going through I hope it doesn’t affect you too much :)

Dante ❤️

Dante doesn’t have much experience with insecurities at least not physical ones

He really doesn’t care as long as you aren’t horribly maimed. Scars, acne, horns? He loves your cute face all the same

He can be a little dense at times and not take your self consciousness very seriously

He starts out by just nonchalantly recommending talking to Lady who no doubt has some fancy lotions and face washes

He doesn’t mean to be flippant but he really doesn’t care about your acne so it doesn’t occur to him to be more considerate

If you start refusing to leave the house without some sort of covering or try to hide your face or skin in public, or express you’re in physical pain that’s when he finally gets it

He still doesn’t understand why you would be so bothered but he knows it does bother you and that’s all that matters

He tries to learn all he can to help you. At least make you feel better.

He asks if there’s any medication you can take. Anything to spread on your skin to make your acne better, and if there is he’ll commit it to memory so he can grab it whenever you need

He makes sure that you aren’t wanting for any of his affection. He’ll still kiss you and touch you just as much as he did before only now he makes sure you’re aware of it

He doesn’t want you to think he’s repulsed by you, or to think that he actually cares what’s on your face

And if you don’t want to be touched in those areas he’ll respect your wishes.

Because that’s the kind of man he is. He loves you, and will do anything to make you happy and keep you happy. Regardless of any ailments or blemishes

Nero💙

Nero is probably the most sensitive and sympathetic one of the entire dmc gang when it comes to insecurities. Both outside and in

He knows what it’s like to be ashamed of yourself. Both how you feel and of your physical form

He’s the easiest person to tell about your insecurities because you now he’ll take them very seriously

Upfront he makes a point to learn about them and the ways he can help. Meds, treatments, anything he should know to help you he wants to know ASAP

If there’s any remedy or treatment he can help with he will. If you can’t reach a certain spot on your back with lotion or something else he’s right there in an instant. If you run out of medicine he’s running to the pharmacy on his way home

He’s always affirming his love for you both emotionally and physically

He makes a point to let you know he doesn’t love you despite your acne, but he loves you even with it

He doesn’t just say that he doesn’t care about what’s in your face, back, or chest. He shows that he knows it’s a part of you and that he loves every part of you

He kisses every single area your acne flares up no matte show had it gets. He’ll even try and kiss every individual blemish. He calls it “target practice”

It took him a long time to be comfortable with who he was so if you’re not quite ready to fully embrace yourself he won’t force you to

If you don’t feel comfortable going outside without some kind of cover up then he won’t make you nor will he judge you for it

He know how frustrating insecurities and self consciousness can be. How they can keep you from living life to the fullest which is why he’s there to help you in anyway he can

He loves you for you inside and out and if he can’t show that to you every single day than he knows he’s doing something wrong

Nico🤎

Nico is no doubt a bit more crass than other what it comes to support

“What the fuck you got to be insecure about? A few red spots on your face? You think I think you’re any less beautiful cause you got a few zits? Ya idiot.”

You know she means well. It’s just Nico being Nico.

If her words ever really strike a cord and upset your then she’ll lighten up immediately. Total tone shift. She knows when to be sensitive

However her crassness doesn’t stop her from being supportive in other ways

She helps you with makeup and over coverings, whether they be clothes, concealer, or anything else

She’ll sit with you and do face masks, facials, and other beauty stuff. It’s honestly the best date nights, just sitting together in comfy clothes, clean and warm from showers and making funny faces at each other from behind your face masks

Since she crazy she also likes to experiment with those things. Like ordering really weird and niche beauty products from overseas she tries them first though cause she knows how sensitive your skin can be

Like Nero she shows that she loves you with or without breakouts, she’s not gonna stop kissing or cuddling you when you breakout

She’ll give you little pokes and boops and kisses here and there, both to annoy you and to let you know that’s she’s not disgusted by your blemishes

If she’s feeling really playful she’ll call any scars or zits on you demon kisses, (like how birthmarks are angle kisses) and that the more demons you kill the more they heal. You scoff and lightly shove her but it gets a good laugh

“Nico, demon kisses aren’t a thing.”

“Sure they are! Angle kisses are just excuses for birth marks why can’t there be an excuse for zits!?”

I hope you liked this one and I did a good job. My breakouts aren’t terrible but they still make me feel bad and O don’t know how anyone else’s makes them feel so I hope I did well and everyone enjoyed!!

[wickednerdery]

Title: Out of Time: High Time Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Loki x Stark!OC Rating: Mature Summary: “I intend to enjoy this realm to its fullest.” Notes: Continuing my strange little foray into cyberpunk with Loki on a futuristic Earth (after his escapes with the Tesseract in Endgame?). Bits of drug use, mainly, in this one!

Masterlist - Previously

While the brothers are eager to leave, Loki lingers, strolling along The Power Strip with great interest. It was chaotic, more so than the black market even, but thrillingly so. Music and sweet smelling smoke pours from various open doors, beings mingle and crush and drink together with a rowdiness that makes the god smile.

“We should lay low for awhile,” Cyro instructs, then continues. “I’ll go ahead, make sure it’s clear, then send the intel.”

“Nonsense, what in the nine realms for?” Loki dismisses, picking a club at random to enter.

Cyno gives a nod of acknowledgement to his brother, then follows the other. “Because we just jacked what, I’m guessing, are mutant ballerina’s from a major corp. You think they won’t come after them, after us, with everything they’ve got then you’re insane.”

“Possibly.” Loki chuckles, ordering a drink before leaving Cyno to cover it when his mind trick doesn’t work. He slips easily to a recently vacated table and shifts into a form more suited to the crowd of patrons. “But no matter. Now that I’m clear of your petty debt, I intend to enjoy this realm to its fullest.”

"By clubbing?”

“No,” Loki laughs him off. “No, I’m going to finish my drink and then seek out Ms. Stark.”

“She could still be in on this thing, you know?”

“I doubt that.” Anything is possible, of course, but Loki will happily play the odds on this one. “And, either way, now I’ve something for her. Something of interest.”

“Blackmail.”

“Information.”

The man sighs, rather giving up on his anarchist employer. “You keep causing static, they’re gonna pull your plug.”

“I welcome the attempt.” Because ‘they’, whoever they are, would lose. “Now have a drink and relax, for Norns’ sake.”

“No thanks.” Cyno wants out. Out of Loki’s presence, out of the bar, out of The Power Strip...He wants out of it all and into safety, if he can find it.

A dark laugh of amusement escapes the god’s lips as he drinks, eyes following his (former?) employee’s exit. He stays, watching those around him, before two Midgardian beings enter. While his interest starts as merely passing when he catches bits of conversation, and realizes it’s about Ms Stark, he keys in.

The walls pulsate, the floor rolls, as Hak helps Ana out into open air. She takes a deep breath, but only inhales lingering tainted smoke. There’s a rush, her stomach turns and knees give way before the officer catches her under the arms.

Hak digs into pocket, pulls out a spare mask. “Cover your face, I’ll give you a clarifying tab in the car.” It’ll clear her mind enough to function until the drugs leave her fully and she crashes out.

She slips the fabric over her nose and mouth, blocking enough smoke not to be re-upped. As they approach the unmarked car Ana sees someone in the crowd that both surprises and confuses her.

“Ana!” Orson calls out, his tone more amused than cross. “I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?”

“Where you found me,” Ana slurs her counter. “...Whoever you are...Not Orson.”

“Yes, well...” Orson’s chuckle is close-lipped before he carries on. “I think it’s time we get you back home.”

“I was just taking her,” Hak offers.

Orson’s eyes flick to the other without recognition, then back to Ana. “I can take her, you should return to your...usual tasks.”

Something about Ana’s Head of Security’s behavior is off, but Hak can’t pinpoint what, exactly, it is. “Okay...” He looks to Ana. “Let me know when you’re home.”

There’s a hum of a reply when she wavers from one into the other’s arms. She instantly realizes something is wrong; this is not Orson. “I...I’m gonna be sick!” She stumbles away, retches and vomits up red from Lace. She digs into pockets, finds her own clarifying tab, and sets it against her wrist to be absorbed. It’s for emergencies, overdoses, but she needs to be clearheaded enough to self-protect. At least until she’s sure this person isn’t an outright threat. Ana returns steadier, but the supposed Orson takes her arm nevertheless. “I’m fine.”

“Nonsense, Stark.” His grip tightens as she tries to pull away, he stares directly into her eyes. “Just let me help.”

Now she knows who it is, but says nothing except to concede, say goodbye to Hak. By the time they are exiting The Strip she’s reactivated her ID coding and discreetly begun charging her shock bracelet. “Where are we going, Loki?”

The facade of Orson fades with a laugh; Loki grins. “Your home, of course.”

“I’m not bringing you to my home.”

“Oh, but you should.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve important information for you, and I imagine yours is the safest place to share it.”

Ana looks the god over carefully, wary. “What kind of information?”

“The important kind,” he smirks back, unwilling to budge.

“Tony, get a secure car. return the bike”

Ana is passable as sober by the time they arrive, which makes the news all the more enraging. “Are you sure?” Osborn was a weaselly, money-grubbing, power-hungry, asshole not to be trusted...but this went beyond that. 

“What purpose do I have to lie?”

“You’re the god of lies.” And that was just the most obvious one. “Where are the girls now?”

“With their brother.”

“The Yak samurai?”

“Apparently.”

She nods, thinking, which is proving difficult in her comedown. “Do you...have any proof?”

“Besides the girls?”

“You don’t have the girls.”

“I could get them back.”

Her eyes lose focus a moment, she waivers, but when Loki moves towards her she puts up hand to stop him. “It’s fine, thank you.” She takes a deep breath, straightens. “You said you had help, from someone inside, what about him?”

“Cyro, I don’t know his last name, and his brother, Cyno, yes. I might be able to get Cyno, but I imagine the one you want will be less inclined to speak.”

“NDA?”

“What?”

“He signed an NDA, a Non-Disclosure Agreement?”

“Oh, I’ve no idea,” Loki dismisses. “But he’s not very fond of me.”

"Can’t imagine why after you blew up his cushy job for a major corporation.”

“Corrupt major corporation and I merely aided him in doing the right thing.”

“Right...” Ana smirks. “Well, thank you for the information. I’ll have my people look into it.”

“You don’t believe me.” He can sense it. 

“If I took you at face value, I’d be an idiot.”

“Fair enough.” He smirks, steps closer. 

“And I’m not sure why you’re even coming to me in the first place.”

“The goodness of my own heart?”

Ana snorts. “Don’t insult my intelligence.” He wants something, she’s just not sure what.

“Perhaps, if I can get the brothers to speak to you, that would be helpful?” Loki switches topics rather than risk being pressed for an answer.

“It would.” She’ll still have them and everything Loki’s claimed thus far vetted, but it will help to hear their version of the story. “Now, if you’ll excuse me -”

“Oh, but I would like to speak with you more.” He’s no intention of leaving now that he’s gotten in.

“I...” Dizziness and nausea takes hold in a final wave, then leaves her with the deep exhaustion of a crash. “...Just...” She lowers herself onto the couch. “Need to rest.” Her yawn is long, wide, and body slumps forward to rest her head on a throw pillow. “...Hold on...”

Loki watches with a mix of confusion and amusement as the woman falls fast asleep before him. “Well, that was rude.” He heads over, examines her slumbering form. “...But interesting...” The god crouches to meet her eye line, then reaches out to tuck a bit of blond hair behind her ear. “What an odd creature you are, Ms Stark.” 

Because it’s been so long...Hak is Hak Barton, descendant of Clint “Hawkeye” Barton - he’s police and human - “Tony” is her AI (like JARVIS and FRIDAY with the OG Tony Stark), and Orson is (when not actually Loki like in this piece) is Ana’s mutant head of security. All else you’ll just have to go back to prior pieces to figure it all out, lol! But, haha, yeah, Loki decided this was the best way to get closer to Ana...I honestly don’t think he felt he had anything else that might hold her attention long enough. So now the fox might be in the henhouse, as it were, given Ana just passed out with him still there, LOL!

Gifs made off ones I found on Google, then combined myself.

Still/Always playing with this one, feel free to share ideas/thoughts/suggestions/headcanons!! 😉

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[adulttrio-imagines]

Hi! I just discovered your blog but I like how you portrait the characters! Is the ask about the headcanons post still on? If so, could I request Leorio and Hisoka for n. 12,13 and 30? Have a good day!

Hi! I try my best to keep everyone as canon as possible, so I’m glad you like it. Here are the headcanons.

12. Something small that they enjoy?

Hisoka

I want to say the normalcy of everyday life, but that’s more of a guilty pleasure thing and it’s something he’ll never ever admit, so that’s that.

What I can say is this, he likes what’s bold and loud, so it is difficult imagining him enjoying the small things in life. Put it simply, he just doesn’t have the interest to pour time into such things. Mental stimulation is a necessity in his life, and he needs it to survive. He really likes carnivals for that reason. The crowds, the games, the shows, the competition, all these things make his blood run wild, in a boyish kind of way. I can see him excitedly exploring the fair and trying out all the activities, snacking on insanely crafted cotton candy, breaking records in fair games, and even indulging a kid or two by winning all the prizes of stands before handing them out because he’s too lazy to carry them around.

Leorio

As a medical student, probably a good night’s sleep lol. Leorio is a simple man. He appreciates the simple things in life, coming from extreme poverty, I can see him being grateful for small things like warm blankets, a meal with friends, or even a sale on office supplies. A good pen, or even a smooth medical procedure can do wonders to his day. To be honest, he probably really likes a good cup of coffee. Everything counts, no matter how insignificant, and he enjoys life to its fullest. To get to where he is, with all the odds stacked against him, the hardships he had to push through made him mentally strong enough to know that without appreciating these small things, breaking down becomes a lot easier.

13. How do they feel about physical contact by others?

Hisoka

I am never letting go of my headcanon that Hisoka is secretly very touch starved. He craves physical contact of any sort, and to him, any form of contact is good. He is very picky about when and what type of contact he wants, and everything has to be done on his terms. Generally, the contact that he gives/is given can be divided into two categories, sexual and pain, though the lines between both are often blurred when processed by him. Pain is sex, sex is pain. He is familiar with rough, violent acts, and as a very sensual man, he is undoubtedly very good at what he does, when he wants to. Somehow along the way, he equated pain to attention, and eventually learned to associate it with pleasure. I see him being a very neglected child who had to fight for even the slightest acknowledgements from others, and the best way to get it is to be different, even if it got him beaten up black and blue. To him, being ignored is the worst things that can happen. Being deprived of basic affection, he would have had to learn most of what he perceived as affection through observing the people around him.

The terms gentle and soft aren’t in his vocabulary, and I doubt he was ever given much of either. BUT I do believe that he won’t be oppose to kinder forms of contact, since it is so foreign, and such soft acts are probably one of the few things you can surprise the magician with.

Leorio

Leorio appreciates physical contact of all kinds. I see him as a very affectionate person, and he isn’t shy to show his appreciation towards someone through his actions. His dolls out comforting handshakes and pats on the back to almost anyone, but it’s his hugs that take the cake. He gives out the most amazing hugs that just envelop you, and he always knows when you need them most. He is naturally a very warm person, and you can feel that warmth radiates through him when his arms are around you. The best way to describe it with is the sun in the height of summer, with the bluest skies and a nice breeze going. You just know that everything is going to be alright with him. It is very genuine, and he only saves it for people he cares for. That being said, if someone initiates physical contact with him, especially during times of stress, he would definitely appreciate them. I imagine that he likes holding hands, especially if your fingers fill the gaps of his perfectly. He’s the type of man who would move mountains for those he loves but can be stop by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

30. Something that disgusts them?

Hisoka

Weakness, especially from himself. It doesn’t matter to him if others are week, but it is something that he can never accept if it were himself. Admitting that he has his own shortcomings places him on the same standing as others he has deemed himself superior over, which with his ego is something he would never admit. But as we all know, the higher you fly, the harder you fall.

Leorio

So many things disgust him: unkindness, insincerity, rudeness, but I think turning the idea of someone turning their back on people who need their help, especially if they were in a position to help them, really leaves a horrible taste in his mouth and is something he can never accept, no matter what excuses they give.

[kasunex]

Aikoto Week Late Masterpost

So you’re probably thinking to yourself: “Kasu! Aikoto week was a year and a half ago! Why didn’t you do it then, why are you doing it now?” 

The answer to the first question is because the summer of 2016 was one of the most exhausting and grueling times of the past few years. I had a ton going on in a very short period, so this whole deal slipped my mind for a long while. As to why I’m doing it now, well…because I want to! And it’s 3/5, so the timing seemed right. 

1. Which is your favorite official Aikoto illustration?

I know I’m cheating, but it’s probably one of these. There’s soooo many good ones, so it’s tough to pick. 

2. When did you start shipping Aikoto and why? What made you first love the pairing?

Well, when I played through Persona 3 for the first time (back in December of 2012) I was spoiled of a few plot details by my cousin. He told me the main character “died with a robot girl”, which I thought was odd, but interesting. 

Cut ahead and as much as I’m enjoying P3 come the Yakushima Trip (I’d been playing all but literally non-stop) I’m just not really interested in any of the potential love interests. They’re attractive, sure, but none of them really seem to have any sort of interesting relationship with Makoto. Yukari’s one-sided crush is the closest thing, and even there, her excuse for liking him felt forced. Then we get to Aigis, and her relationship with Makoto is exactly what I hoped for. It develops naturally, it’s based off a mutual need, it feels reciprocal. 

By the end of the game, I was shipping them, hard. I wanted to see them together and every scene between them had me on the edge of my seat. It really made me feel apprehensive towards how they’d handle Makoto’s death. 

3. What is your favorite aikoto moment? 

The lap pillow scene. 

While the hug scene from the movies is my second choice, the lap pillow scene was a godsend. Not just because it gave us our most undeniable place to point when people question whether or not Makoto returns Aigis’ feelings, oh no. It killed off Makoto in perhaps the most heartfelt, bittersweet way possible. Hashino evidently based the scene off his own near-death experience with his wife and the genuine nature shows. Combined with Kimi no Kioku, it was the first and so far only video game ending to make me outright cry - and it has almost every time I’ve replayed it as well. It’s by far the best ending to any game I’ve ever played.  4. How do you feel about the different depictions of Aikoto throughout the games, movies, musicals, manga?

I haven’t seen the musicals nor have I read the manga, so I won’t comment on either of those. 

As for the games, both The Answer and Persona Q did expand just a bit on the dynamics established or hinted at in the original game, though I was disappointed by the former portraying Aigis as rather bland emotionally. In the movies, meanwhile, Aikoto was the strongest, when it was actually given focus. While that does show where some of my disappointments in the movies lay, they thankfully do expand much more upon Makoto’s side of the dynamic, which had to be kept more subtle in the games to fit the whole “silent protagonist bit”. It helps to fill in some of the gaps that the game left. 

I’m aware that some fans argue that each adaptation is separate, but I personally see the games and the movies as complimenting one another. 

5. Do you have any head canons about the couple that you’d like to share?

Headcanon is a bit of a tricky term here, but some of my favorite ideas about them are…

1) Aigis has no interest in romancing anyone else once Makoto passes. She stays true to his memory and tries to live her life to the fullest. 

2) Makoto goes with Mitsuru and Aigis to the summer festival and gives Aigis a Christmas present sometime after her return to the dorms. 

3) Although this one was shown in the movies a bit, I like to think of the two of them as devoted battle partners who go on “Tatarus Dates” where they kill shadows together. I’ve even done a few of them in my playthroughs! 

6. What kind of things would you expect from Aigis and Makoto had he lived? What do you think their future would’ve been like?

I think they would have stayed together and probably gradually become a more traditional couple as Aigis comes to further accept herself. Maybe the two would have worked and attended college together. It’s tough to say what sort of path Makoto would have gone down, but I’m sure Aigis would have been right there with him. I’d imagine sex would be somewhat of a challenge for them, but that’s what fleshlights are for, have Mitsuru install one in her and bamn good to go I’m sure they’d be able to manage. They could probably adopt a kid if they ever wanted one. 

7. What is your favorite thing about the pairing?

My favorite thing about Aikoto is, and has always been, the emotional layer it adds to the story. This is a great way to have your character’s death meaningful - give it a natural romance, full of potential, cut short by tragedy. Persona 3 is a story about coming to terms with death, and if Aikoto wasn’t a part of it, the impact wouldn’t have been quite as strong. 

[themtmshow]

what do you think of romantic mary/rhoda? i know it's the 70s so it would never happen on tv at least but in fan musings?

Would it be strange to admit that I was hoping someone would send me this exact ask so I could have an excuse to dump all my Mary/Rhoda thoughts into a post? Before I get into the business of answering you, I have to first thank you for your question, because you absolutely made my day. And I’m sorry, again, that I took so long to give you a proper reply. I hope it was worth waiting for.

I’m posting below a cut because this is long and contains (probably too many) gifs.

Let’s start by talking about Rhoda because she’s my favourite: What does Rhoda wantin a romantic relationship? What does romance mean to Rhoda? I briefly touched on this in my previous post about Rhoda and Lou, but here’s the full quote from 4x09:

You know, something wonderful happens during the day, I can’t wait to rush to him and tell him. And I say to myself, “This is it. This is what having somebody really means. You wanna run and tell him the good things.” And then something crummy happens, and I wanna run to him and tell him about it. And I say, “Oh, I see, it’s this too. You want to share the crummy things as well.”

So, keeping in mind that Rhoda describes romance (in her words, “having somebody”) as the desire to share good and bad experiences with someone, who is the person who Rhoda mostwants to share good and bad things with? Who is the person she is always talking to about her day? Who does she share things with before she shares them with anybody else?

Mary, of course.

Winning the beauty contest and breaking up with one of the only men she really seemed to like: Two ofthe most emotional events we see Rhoda experience, and both times, she talked to Mary about them before she talked to anyone else. Both times, Mary was exactly what Rhoda needed and exactly what Rhoda was unable to be for herself: compassionate, understanding, and non-judgmental.

As far as what Mary needs in a relationship, it’s not too complicated either. Here is what Mary says in 7x23when she’s describing the sort of partner she wants:

Someone who doesn’t care how I look because he’s more concerned with who I am. Somebody strong and intelligent, who respects me, who I can respect, who has gentleness in him.

I mean, we know Rhoda thinks that Mary looks beautiful, and vice versa.

But that’s clearly not what makes their relationship work. Theirfriendship is solid because it is based on mutual respect. They support eachother. They pick each other up when they’re down. They’re honest with each other, even when it’s not easy. When theyhurt each other, they apologize, forgive, and move on. They allow their differences tomake them stronger instead of dividing them. Every one of those qualities is an absolutely essential component of a successful long-term romantic relationship.

And speaking of their differences, they’re a perfect example of an “opposites-attract” pairing. Mary is organized; Rhoda is spontaneous. Mary is cautious; Rhoda is bold. Mary is tactful; Rhoda is honest. They balance each other in such a way that their relationship is not only strong and healthy, it’s interesting.

Going back to the othercharacteristics Mary values in a romantic partner – strength,intelligence, gentleness – Rhoda possesses all of them. She’s strong enough tostand up for herself; she’s intelligent enough to be successful in a careerthat requires creativity and flexibility; and she can be compassionate whencompassion is called for, like when Mary loses her job.

Which brings me to another point: Mary and Rhoda love each other so much. I don’t really need to prove that because it should be obvious to anyone who watches past the first 20 minutes of the series. But I’ll give some of my favourite examples anyway.

Example 1: The first Christmas after they met, when they had only been friends for a few months or so, Rhoda bought Mary an expensive rotisserie as a present and then spent about five minutes talking about how great it was and how much she enjoyed giving itto her. She even wrapped up a tiny egg and stuck it in there, just to make Mary laugh. Now, maybe I’m a bad friend, but when I’m thinking of what might be an appropriate gift for someone I only met a few months ago, my mind doesn’t immediately go to “giant unnecessary kitchen appliance, plus egg.” (Also, Mary’s kitchen is the size of a shoebox. I question how much Rhoda thought this through.)

Example 2: Later in that episode, when Mary thought she was about to bemurdered, she had enough time to make one phone call. She could have called anyone:her parents, for instance, or even the police. Anyone in the world, and shecalled Rhoda. Her last words before she thought she was going to die were telling Rhoda how much she cared about her.

Example 3: When Rhoda said she was moving back to New York to take the window-dressing job, Mary was in denial fordays. She couldn’t even bring herself to accept it until the day before Rhoda was planning to leave. And Rhoda knew she was going to miss Mary, but at her going-away dinner, shedecided to be calm and logical about it, to make things easier for both of them– which lasted about two seconds before she started spilling all her feelings. Followed by Mary doing the same, naturally.

Mary and Rhoda are so entwined in each other’s lives that sometimes, they practically behave like a married couple. This is particularly obvious in the episode where Mary and Rhoda are temporarily living together, when Mary has the same sort of phone conversation with Rhoda that her co-workers have with their wives.

And I can’t make a Mary/Rhoda post without pointing out how Rhodalikes to touch Mary’s face during important moments, like apologies and reunions, because it’s pretty much the cutest thing ever.

There’s so much to love about them, and I’ve been working on thispost for days but I still feel as though I’ve only scratched the surface.

And yes, as you mentioned, the show was written in the ‘70s. So I’m certain that thewriters never intended even a speck of romantic subtext between these two ladies. Idoubt it ever occurred to them to write either character as anything but straight. That said, I don’t believe any of that really matters when it comes to fan headcanons. I have several thoughts on why I believe Mary and Rhoda (particularly Rhoda) can easily be read as bisexual or gay, ranging from “straight is not the default sexuality” to “Rhoda Morgenstern craves romance yet sabotages her own love life and that’s a canon fact.” Still, I personally wouldn’t care ifMary and Rhoda spent all their time together waving flaming banners that said “PLATONICGAL PALS, 100% HETERO.” I would ship them anyway, because they’re amazing, and because that’swhat I love about fandom: the way people can see possibilities that the writers of the show may not have considered and explore them to theirfullest potential.

Thanks again for your question, anon. My askbox is always open and so is my private message thing if you want to comment on anything I’ve said, share your own thoughts about Mary and Rhoda, or yell at me for taking so long to answer this.