#I want to see the scrawny characters drawn scrawny

[iwannascreameurekaa]

if I see a scrawny character drawn with six pack abs and huge muscles one more time I will haunt you all for the rest of your lives

[xoxoluvnicole]

Little Angel

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader (First person POV)

You and Theo both end up at a Slytherin Halloween party, he is drawn in by your costume.

!SMUT! 18+ ONLY

CW: Alcohol, weed, pet names, choking, getting tied up

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"You look absolutely adorable!" My best friend squeals, looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror hung on the wall in my dorm room.

I smooth down the white mini skirt that adorns the top of my thighs. I decided to dress as an angel, it was an extremely basic costume but I knew it would draw the attention I wanted from boys. It was an all white outfit, a see-through corset was squeezing my organs in ways that made me vaguely worried for my health. My makeup was done all nice, with white accents on the inner corners of my eyes and small jewels dotted randomly on my face. Lastly, the piece that tied it all together was the white angel halo that sat on top of my head thanks to the headband.

We rushed out of my dorm, running through the dark halls of Hogwarts as quietly but as quickly as we could. Walking down the stairs into the dungeon, I could hear the music blasting from yards away. The green LED lights shined beneath the door that led into the Slytherin common room. A scrawny Slytherin first year had the poor job of standing at the door.

I waltzed right by him, catching him staring at the top of my legs. The room had all the furniture pushed against the walls, a makeshift bar was set up next to the door, and there was a lingering smell of different intoxicating substances. I held my best friends hand as we snuck our way through the crowd standing at the door.

I could see all sorts of unique costumes standing around the room. A group of Ravenclaws were dressed as the Scooby Doo mystery gang. I could see a few playboy bunnies followed by their Hugh Hefner boyfriends. Lots of popular tv show characters, a few Ghostface masks and Michael Myers stood in different corners of the room.

I could feel my friend tug at my arm, dragging me over to the bar. Pansy Parkinson was dressed as a sexy pirate, being the main bartender for the party. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Finally decided to join the party?" She yelled over the music.

I smiled at her, looking over my shoulder to scan the party. "Just give me something fruity!"

She quickly mixed something up for me, it was a bright pink color and it tasted similar to a cherry pie. It was dangerous, I knew I'd be drunk within the hour if I drank this as fast as I wanted to. I leaned over the bar, my ass sticking out behind me.

"Don't look behind you.." Pansy warned, looking past me while she continued to mix up a drink. "Nott's been staring at you for the past few minutes.."

I smiled at the name. Theodore Nott. He was a Slytherin seventh year, hot as ever and he had a cunning attitude attached to him. We've talked a bit, being smoking buddies every so often when he came up to the Astronomy tower with his boys while Pansy and I sat up there. Not strangers, but definitely not as close as I wished we could be.

I stood up straight, peering just every so slightly over my shoulder. He was wearing a black suit with a red button up shirt and tie. His face was covered with black and white face paint, depicting a skeleton. A simple costume, but it made me want to drool and trip over myself.

The cold drink in my hand was giving me a bit of confidence, as I took another sip. I whispered a quick goodbye to my friend and turned around on my heels. Theo was stationed next to the fireplace with Mattheo and Lorenzo at his sides. I slowly sauntered through the crowd, saying my hellos to the friends I bumped into along the way.

Theo acted like he didn't see me coming, looking away to the other corner of the room.

"Skeleton? Pretty basic, don't you think, Nott?" I giggled, bringing the drink up to my lips for another sip as I stepped in front of him.

He chuckled, finally meeting my eyes but not before he examined my costume. "Angel?" He took a minute to pause, "Unique.."

I smiled at him. I moved my hand holding the drink between us, silently offering him a sip. He held his hand up, denying it before he brought up his other hand which revealed the blunt he was holding.

"Classic.." I giggled at him.

I opened my mouth to speak again, possibly flirt with him a bit more before some Rihanna song came over the speakers. I gasped, looking up at the strobing lights on the ceiling. My hips began to sway as I took another drink, before setting it down on the mantle of the fireplace.

"Dance with me!" I yelled over the music to Theo, grabbing his upper arm and dragging him behind me.

The area that was the designated dance floor was crowded with people from every house. I managed to snake my way to the middle, stopping and turning to face Theo. The song continued on, as I grabbed Theo's hands to swing them back and forth. He smiles a small smile at me, eyes drawn to my body.

The song continues on and Theo's hands find my waist, turning me in his arms so my back is against his chest. My hips move side to side, his following mine. We stayed on the dance floor for the next few songs. Between me grinding on him or wrapping my arms around his shoulders to sing along with the song.

"Wanna go smoke somewhere?" He leaned down to whisper in my ear, hands still glued to my waist.

I nodded. He grabbed my hand within his, guiding me through the crowd and up a staircase into the boys dorm wing.

"Where are we going?" I giggled, whispering behind him.

"My dorm.. I've got better weed in there." He looked back at me, smirking.

He opened the door, leading me into a plainly decorated room. The only character that stood out was the weed accessories placed all over the room and the big tapestry that hung over his bed with a marijuana plant plastered in the middle of it. It was messy, but not disgusting. It smelled like cologne and old spice.

Theo let go of my hand after he shut the door behind us, walking over to the window to prop it open. He picked up a marbled green and black glass bong, walking over to the sink to fill it with water.

"You know how to pack weed?" He asked.

I shook my head, shyly sitting down on the edge of his bed. He nodded, walking back over to his bed to stand in front of me. He took the weed and began packing it in. He got it all ready, grabbed his lighter and lit the bong. He took a long hit, pulling back and opening his mouth to take a gasp in. Theo held it in for a few seconds, then leaning out the window to blow the smoke into the atmosphere.

"Here, your turn.." He walked back over to me, handing me the bong.

I held it in my hands, putting it up to my mouth as Theo held the lighter against the weed to light it for me. He pulled the plug out after a few seconds to let me take in all the smoke. I tilted my head towards the window and blew out, coughing.

Between coughs I managed to speak out, "Haven't.. done this.. in a while.." I giggled.

Theo smiled at me, taking another quick hit before setting the bong down on his nightstand. He sat down next to me on the bed, leaning back so his back hit the wall. I sighed, glancing around his room.

"Come on, lay back.. Take a load off." Theo suggested, pulling at my arm.

I leaned backwards, laying down next to him. My brain quickly got foggy from the previous alcohol and now the weed. I sighed, looking up at the ceiling as I felt Theo's gaze focus on me. I looked to my side, smiling at him.

"What are you thinking?" Theo asked quietly.

I hummed for a moment before giving my answer, "I dont know, honestly.." I giggled, "Nothing, I guess."

Theo chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. I sat up, shaking myself out of the wings that were on my back. I moved my legs to lay down at the head of the bed. Theo followed suit.

"How long have we known each other now..? Like six years or something like that." Theo asked, his words a bit slurred from the intoxicating smoke he inhaled a few minutes earlier.

"Something like that.." I agree, huffing. My heart was beginning to beat faster and it felt like I had a lack of lungs in my air.

I placed a hand on my heart, making sure my body was still functioning correctly. Theo eyed me, then placed his hand over mine.

His hand over mine was warm, like a spark of fire just lit between our connection. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded, giving a small 'mhm'. My eyes fluttered closed as I lay there with the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts who had his hand on my chest. Maybe I was just high and hallucinating. Yeah, that's probably it.

I continued on with thinking I was hallucinating until I felt his hand slowly move from on top of mine to on top of my breast. It was a lingering touch, he held his hand for a few seconds before his fingers started to pry back the corset top I was wearing, easing his hand under and on to my boob.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, Theo looked at me with genuine care in his eyes. "Is um.. this okay?"

I nodded, vigorously.

"Use your words.." He coo'd.

"Yes.. Yes, this is good.." I stumbled over my words, watching and feeling his hand slip lower and lower into my top.

I felt his pinky finger brush over my nipple, the sudden sensation caused a chill to vibrate through my body. His thumb and index finger pinched and swirled my nipple between them. I bit my bottom lip, my eyes wandering from the ceiling to his face. He had a stupid smirk on it, watching my body squirm due to his simple touch.

"How easy is this corset to take off?" He questioned, pulling his hand out from under it and nudging me to sit up so he could take a look.

"Not hard, just um-" I paused to think, my intoxicated brain was not working the way it should. "Untie the tie and then pull the strings apart." I guided him.

He did as I told him, and before I knew it my corset was being thrown on the floor and I was left sitting topless on his bed. Theo's eyes wandered up and down my body, and I suddenly could feel every insecurity I've ever had seeping into my brain. I went to wrap my arms around myself but before I could Theo grabbed my wrist, pulling it back to my side.

"Why do you want to cover up such a beautiful body?" He spoke softly.

I shrugged, not having an answer for him. Soon, Theo was leaning forward towards me. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, shocking me in the process.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yes! I'm very good.. Just- high," I giggled, "But this is nice! Keep going.. Please"

Theo smirked an evil smirk at the words that just came out of my mouth, "Good girl, using her manners."

I went to smile but before I could his lips crashed against mine, his one hand moving around my neck to settle on the dip beneath my head. He pushed our faces impossibly closer together. I was blushing, hard, my face was red hot and I felt as if any second I would start to sweat.

Theo's other hand found it's way down to my chest, kneading both boobs in one of his hands. His tongue jammed into my mouth, searching for something that was no where to be found. We stayed like that for a minute, tongues bumping into each other and saliva swapping between us. He pinched my nipples which caused me to pull back and yelp. That just made Theo smile wider.

He used the opportunity of me pulling back from him to kiss down my neck, onto my collarbone and my chest, finally ending up at my boobs. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. I tried to stifle my moan by biting my tongue.

He backed away from my nipple with a pop, "So pretty.. Can't believe we've never done this before."

My brain short circuited for a moment, "You've thought about this before?"

He laughed quickly, before going back to kneading my boobs with both hands. "How could I not, cara mia? You've sat in front of me in Muggle Studies for the past two years. I see your beautiful body every time you go to stand up or sit down.."

His words made me blush. I giggled at him and his confession. "You're cute, Nott."

He smiled at me for just a second before his eyes turned lust filled. He trailed his one hand from my chest down to beneath my short skirt, coming in contact with the white thong I wore. His fingers circled over the underwear as he looked up at me. Ever so slowly, he moved them over to the side and his fingers were now touching parts of me I only dreamed of him touching.

His index and middle finger made small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. I laid back on his pillows, watching as he so carefully took control over me.

He looked up at me through his eyelashes, his mouth opening slightly and his eyes widened. Before I could ask if he was okay, I felt those same two fingers jam into me. My body shivered and a moan fell out from my lips.

He licked his lips, eyes flicking between his fingers pumping in and out of me and my face. "So.." He paused his movements, "tight." He jammed them back in, going deeper than I ever thought was possible. My back arched off the bed at his sudden movements. I was at his disposal and he knew it.

"So good, cara mia. So good.." He whispered, leaning his face down closer to my core as he stuck his tongue out and licked it.

I gasped, my hands flying to the edges of the bed to steady myself. He continued to lick up and down, occasionally sucking on the bud. It felt heavenly, this obviously was not the first time he had done this.

"Theo.. fuck me.." I managed to squeak out between moans. This made him smile at me.

"Your wish is my command, darling." He smirked, unbuttoning his suit pants.

I leaned up to help him, unbuttoning his top and loosening the tie as he worked to take his trousers off. Soon, his clothes were discarded on the floor. Except for his tie, he held onto his tie. I looked questioningly at it, my eyebrow raised.

"Put your hands together, behind your back." He demanded.

I did as I was told, and he used the red tie to bind my hands together behind me. He pushed me backwards, my shoulders hitting the soft mattress.

"Are you sure about this?" He leaned down closer to my face, planting soft kisses on my neck.

"Yes, please. Please, Theo." I begged, squirming beneath him.

The lust in his eyes grew as he pulled my panties and skirt down my legs. He shimmied his boxers off, exposing his impressive shaft. He had a reputation at school of having BDE (big dick energy) and I could now confirm that the rumors were true. Very true.

He wrapped his hand around it, pumping it a few times. He was rock hard, just from touching me. It was a bit of an ego boost, I wont lie.

He lined himself up with my core, pushing in painfully slow. I bit my lip, trying to quiet my moans but it was no use. I moaned loudly, causing his face to snap up at me.

"Quiet, cara mia." He warned, wrapping the hand that wasn't gripping my waist around my neck.

It was a light touch, until it wasn't. Theo began pushing himself in and out of me, faster until he was at a brutal pace. His hand around my neck tightened, my brain becoming more foggy than it already was. He continued on, using my core however he wanted to. My hands longed to touch him, but the tie around my wrists made it impossible.

"Flip over.." He said after pulling out, watching as I struggled to move from my back to my stomach.

He pulled my ass into the air, forcing me to arch my back into the bed. He pushed back in, hitting deeper than he was before. He pulled my hair into a ponytail, tugging on it so I was forced to press my back to his chest.

"Pretty angel.." He cooed in my ear, "Getting absolutely destroyed." He smirked.

I looked over my shoulder at him, the skeleton face paint still intact. It made him even hotter than he already was, if that was possible. His tongue was stuck out just slightly, curling around his bottom lip in concentration. His hips continued to buck up into me.

"Im close, Theo.." I whined.

"Good girl, go on. Finish all over me." He whispered, continuing his unrelenting pace.

I came undone on his shaft. My body was shaking and my breathing was staggered as I fell forward onto the pillows.

He moaned out random words of praise, before I heard him say "I'm gonna come too."

He groaned, erratically slamming his hips into mine. He pulled out at the last second, his hand wrapping around to stroke himself to finishing. His thick cum was all up my ass and back. We both moaned out a sigh of relief.

Theo stayed behind me for a second, before he patted his hand on my ass and got off the bed. He returned a few seconds later with a towel he used to wipe me down, being gentle like I truly was an angel in his arms.

"How was that?" He asked, smirking.

"Great.. Amazing.." I said, my chest still heaving for air.

He scooted me over to the inside of the bed, laying down next to me. He pulled me into his arms, leaving the softest kisses on the top of my head.

"Oh, cara mia. You did so well.." He praised me, running a hand through my hair and untying my wrists

We sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment. I traced shapes on his chest with my now free hand. I could hear the music from the party playing in the distance. I heard commotion from all sorts of people, drunk and high.

"Do you wanna go back to the party?" Theo asked after a while, moving my chin up to plant a kiss on my lips.

"No.. I don't think I can walk." I giggle.

He smiled down at me, laying back into the mattress.

[impishtubist]

So I know that James and Sirius's friendship is fundamental to Sirius's character, but bear with me: a universe where James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus never met. Maybe Remus was homeschooled, maybe Sirius went to another school, whatever. James and Lily still die, and Harry gets shipped off to the Dursleys with no godfather.

Years later, when he starts Hogwarts, he likes all his teachers, but he REALLY likes his DADA professor, Professor Black. Professor Black met his husband Remus after the war and they live in a cute little cottage in Hogsmeade, where Remus tends to their menagerie of frankly terrifying magical plants and creatures, and Professor Black teaches.

And Sirius is drawn to this scrawny, too-thin kid who very obviously does not have a good home life. He starts being friendly with Harry, inviting him to his office for tea, helping him with his assignments, probing a bit into his home life, but not too much, because he doesn't want Harry to shut down. Harry stays at Hogwarts over the holiday breaks, so Sirius stays too. He's really suspicious of the Dursleys, and keeps badgering McGonagall to let him take Harry for a break - maybe Easter, or a week in the summer. Harry gets to know his professor and Mr. Lupin really well, and always looks forward to seeing them/staying with them. Eventually, Remus clandestinely manages to gather enough evidence that the Dursleys are mistreating Harry, and Sirius makes a move for custody.

Basically, I love Sirius and Harry finding each other in every universe, even if Sirius doesn't know James or Lily 🥺

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Note: I wasn’t sure how this chapter would go but hoo boy.

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You bring out the platter of cheese, crackers and grapes and place it on the round table by the sofa. As you do, you hear the front door and your heart lurches. Oh gosh, you’re not prepared. For any of this. As you haven’t been for Steve.

You stand and face the archway over the stairs as a steady ascent creaks on each step. You brush your trembling hands over your dress and swallow through your dry throat. A woman appears, her finely waved blond hair so pale that the silver is indiscernible. Her face is long and elegant though she is not very tall herself, scrawny even in the cinched coral dress. Mrs. Rogers.

Her blue eyes, the same hue as her son, wander around the room. Her lips hold the shadow of a smile and she finds you standing nervously by the sofa. Her cheeks bulb and her lips curve delightfully.

“Ahh, honey, there you are!” She struts over to you as Steve appears behind her, “I’ve waited so long to meet you.”

You’re overcome as she advances on you. With nowhere to go, you can only let her kiss both your cheeks with her precisely lined lips. She grasps your shoulders and looks you up and down at arm’s length.

“Wow, you are so beautiful, darling,” she preens, “this dress is wonderful,” she pulls back one hand as the other follows a fold in the fabric, “if not a bit evening, but oh,” she parts completely and spins, “this is such a quaint little home you’ve got.”

“Sweetheart, this is my–”

“Of course she knows who I am, Stevie,” his mother spins around, so lithe that she seems to float. Her age does not slow her, “you said so yourself, but let’s not forget ourselves. You may call me Sarah, honey.”

“It’s…” you glance past her to Steve as he watches intently, “it’s nice to meet you, Sarah.”

“Ah, excuse me, I am just elated. I am so happy that my boy’s finally found such a nice girl.” She goes to the window and hums as she taps one of the bent nails. Peculiar but not enough to bother her. “And to think he’s hidden you for so long,” she pivots back to point at her son, “and when he told me I had this dreadful fear that he would go so far as to say you eloped!”

You blink, speechless, looking between her and Steve. He’s not very concerned as he watches her flutter around. In fact, he seems rather pleased with himself.

“But he knows how much I’ve looked forward to his wedding and I have so many ideas,” she proclaims, “what were we thinking for the dress? Lace? You would look fine in satin.”

You sniff and try to gather your wits, “I… I haven’t decided.”

“Well, ma,” Steve steps forward, “I haven’t exactly had a chance to uh… pop the question. Um, your ring?”

“Ah, yes, yes,” she touches her cheeks, “I hope I haven’t spoiled anything.”

“All good, ma,” Steve comes up and turns to stand beside you, stretching his arm across your shoulders, “she knows she’s the one.”

You pinch your cheeks between your teeth. You want to scream. You want to run. And as his fingers tickle the sleeve of your dress, you sorely want to slap him.

“Aww, you two are so cute together,” she squeals as she strides up to him. She straightens his collar and fixes his tie, “you look so much better when I can’t see all those scribbles.”

“Ma,” Steve warns.

“And how do you feel about it? All that mess on his skin?” She looks over at you.

You hesitate and shake your head, “um, I…”

You move your foot back in an effort to hide your own tattoo. She senses the movement and her eyes flick down. She leans a bit to get a glimpse and her eyes narrow.

“Honey, please tell me you’re not covered in the same.”

“No, ma,” Steve interjects, “that one’s for me. That’s it.” He squeezes you against him tighter, “she’s a good girl, like I told you.”

“Yes, yes, you do talk a lot, why don’t you let the girl speak for herself?”

“Well, I–” Steve begins, “of course she can, I was only–”

“You were only being rude,” Sarah reaches and takes your hand, “come, honey, I want to see more. Show me around and we can talk.”

“Uh, sure,” you pull away from Steve slowly. You feel his gaze on you and try to ignore it, “it’s pretty small.”

“Modest, it’s sensible,” she clings to you, “oh, and there’s your piano. He says you’re very gifted. He’s always been an avid player but he never did much with it. He was more into his drawings.”

“Oh, yeah, I… my grandfather taught me to play,” you utter, just to have something to offer. 

“Ah, and your parents? Mother, father? They’ll be at the wedding?”

“Um…” You don’t know what to say. You fidget with your free hand, tugging at the fabric of your skirt, “no. They… passed.”

“Honey,” she says as she stops at the mouth of the hall, “I am so sorry. I had no idea.” She turns you and pulls you into a hug, her skinny arms tight around you, “that’s absolutely horrid but we’ll make do.” She draws back and cradles your face, “hm, your lips would do well in a sweet shade of rose, I think.”

You’re put off by the suggestion. So sudden and sharp. Amidst the talk of death and grief, she can’t help but bring up cosmetics? Well, she is a bit strange and what can you expect given her son has proven to be entirely unpredictable.

“Um, I’ll show you the master, then, the guest, and um, the office is just closed up right now.”

“Oh, office? Why’s that?”

“Just… needs some fixing up,” you lie, “I’m working on it.”

“That’s too bad. Well, it would do to clear it out and make a nursery. I’d love to help–”

“A nursery?” You stop her at the end of the hall, just before your bedroom door. Why are you doing this? Why are you playing along? “What–”

“You’re going to have babies. You’re still young enough, he is too. I know he’s a bit older but men are virile for a lot longer. You on the other hand, you should start thinking–”

“I’m not having babies,” you spit out, “are you as crazy as he is?”

Her lashes flick down then up. She lets go of your hand and faces you as he arched brows rise, wrinkles lining her forehead, “crazy?”

“Yes,” you hiss, “crazy. I don’t know your son. He’s got me trapped here. He’s… He’s…” You shake your head and scoff, “your son is a psychopath and he doesn’t live here. None of this is real. Do you understand?”

She shakes her head as her eyes flutter madly. She touches her throat as her lip quivers, “I don’t understand what you mean,” her voice cracks.

You huff and roll your eyes. “I’m not doing this.”

You turn on your heel and stomp down the hallway. You don’t look up, you don’t look anywhere but ahead of you. You barrel down the stairs, surpassing your shoes as you twist the knob. The door shifts but does not open.

You hear the top stair groan and a shadow falls over you from above. You fumble with the latch but find another lock you can’t undo. Shiny brass, newly installed. A hole you have no key for. What the hell? This can’t be.

“Sweetheart,” Steve comes down the stairs as you turn the handle back and forth desperately, clawing at the wood, “where are you–”

“Help! Help! Let me out!” You scream at the door, “someone! Anyone–”

Steve’s hand smothers your mouth and his arm hooks around your middle. He yanks you away from the door as he grunts. You flail as he drags you backwards, up one step at a time. You thrash and grab at the banister, your fingers slipping with his strength, a fingernail breaking as it catches on the wood.

You murmur into his palm as he drags you onto even ground. You kick out as he struggles to subdue you. Your eyes water as you see Sarah standing in the hallway. She comes closer and looks you over as you try to dislodge Steve’s hand. You plead with your eyes. Can’t she see how afraid you are?

“You said she was a good girl, Stevie, but I think she could do with some discipline,” Sarah declares, “don’t you?”

“Yes, mother,” he answers, his voice rumbling through you, “I’m sorry. Please ma, she is good. Please, I want to keep this one.”

Sarah clucks and nears. A tear beads over the brim of your eye and falls. She traces its path with her thumb, “then you know what to do, Stevie. If she is to be a good wife, a wife good enough for my son, you must punish her.”

Your garble and round your eyes. Your heart throbs and your ears ring. No, no, no.

“You must do it, Stevie,” Sarah’s voice hardens to stone, “look at her. She needs it.”

[whumpninja]

The Coven Character Intros

They’re called the Coven, but I also refer to them as “the Quintet”, “the girls”, or “those hot evil vampire ladies I made.”

Poor Lilah never seems to quite have gotten this whole vampire thing. She’s just a touch odd. Nevertheless, she’s part of the coven, and since she’s the youngest and most recently turned, she’s become the little sister of the group. Lilah is by far the nicest of the coven, and will ask politely for permission before she bites someone…which usually means her hunt fails. Lilah is a Seer, rare among vampires, and her visions are the best way for the coven to learn of danger…even if she’s attracted it herself.

Sweet, dainty Lucy is easily the most beautiful of the vampires- at least in her own mind. But she’s also one of the most dangerous. Lucy has no qualms about using her beauty to lure in humans, and she has a habit of playing with her food. The second youngest of the coven, Lucy chafes at the authority of the older ones. She has a sharp tongue, which she uses whenever she feels like it- often directed at Will.

While Lilah and Lucy are the youngest of the group, Annabel is the oldest. And it shows- she’s wizened, wise, and ever-so-slightly senile. Annabel was the one who turned Morgana, and Morgana puts great store in her advice. Annabel’s been burned, hanged, drowned, crushed- any death you can think of, she’s come back from it, and likes to complain about how uncreative executioners are nowadays. Her great passion in her un-life is her pet rats- she has at least a dozen, all with macabre names.

Selene is the undisputed second-in-command of the coven, although sometimes she hints at wanting to lead it herself. Selene is ruthless, especially when it comes to humans- she doesn’t believe in keeping them around once they’ve served their purpose. She carries a pair of daggers at all times and can have them drawn before a human can blink. She’s been trying to convince Morgana that Will is worn out and needs to be replaced, but Morgana hasn’t listened to her…yet.

Morgana is the head of the coven, and has earned her place there. She’s superbly gifted in vampire magic, and has a reputation even among the humans as someone not to be trifled with. Morgana can be kind if she chooses, but cross her and you’ll soon see her darker side. She has a pet black cat named Clover, which she thinks is very funny. Unlike the others in the coven, Morgana treats Will almost as a sort of pet.

It’s a mystery even to the vampires how Will has managed to survive this long. Five vampires require far more blood than one human should be able to provide- yet somehow Will’s blood is able to keep them going far better than anyone else they’ve tasted. Vampires already see humans as weaklings, and Will especially so- timid and scrawny, Will’s not exactly a threat to anyone. He seems, if not happy, then at least accepting of serving them. But the coven may have underestimated Will’s determination to escape…and he may have underestimated the cost.

[dadsbongos]

the end of evangelion - s.geto & s.gojo & s.ieiri

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - children being traumatized by toji, you are killed and then revived :) , plasma vessel arc spoilers, i fucking love tragic character relationships <3 word count - 3.8 K / rating - PG-13

Satoru notices three things before him. Bangs. Mole. Bug eyes.

He doesn’t really remember their names, he supposes he probably should if he wants to seem polite.

But he wasn’t good at any of that, so he simply places his hand over his chest and proudly declares, “Gojo, Satoru, and I hope none of you think I plan on carrying the class.”

The one staring with wide, bashful eyes suddenly sours, glaring at him from beside the girl with the mole. A quiet laugh rumbles from the chest of the pretty boy with his bangs hanging over his eye. Satoru’s teacher sighs quietly before clapping him on the shoulder, the large hand heavy on his bony shoulder.

“Please, take a seat by Geto and we can begin.”

Satoru pauses, hands jammed in his pockets. His eyes are narrowed behind pitch-black, square lenses. Geto, Geto, Geto…

“Which one was that?”

The big-eyed one guffaws while the girl with the mole snorts. The both of them turn to the other boy. Ah, so it must be him, then.

“Geto, here,” the one with the bangs raises his hand, eyes straying towards the door as if he’s already prepared to bolt.

Yaga waits for Satoru to find his seat before standing in front of his four first-years. He looks out at them and sees two very different paths. One full of bountiful success; First Grade sorcerers chock-full of household names in the jujutsu world. And one of shameful failures, a crew barely able to work together long enough in the Kyoto exchange event let alone actually operate missions as a team.

Though, he watches as you and Shoko re-introduce yourselves to Satoru. The six-eyes user, surprisingly, nods along and seems to genuinely retain the information. Yaga feels hope bloom in his chest.

With such unique techniques gathered in one room, there is real potential here for a fruitful future.

“Just one more, c’mon!” Satoru nuzzles his warm cheek between yours and Suguru’s, and begs as if he doesn’t have you both trapped beneath his arms. For such a scrawny guy, he sure does have a good grip.

“We’ve been here for hours, ‘Toru!” you whine, but your body is already completely lax against his side.

Suguru hums along to your point with a gentle nod, “Yaga-sensei still has a reservation we need to get to, Satoru.”

“Aw, let the prince have this!” Shoko, for once, sides with the wonder boy beside you. She holds up her camera and grins, “One more and then dinner!”

“Quickly, please?!” Yaga calls from over the girl’s shoulder, “If we’re late, one of you has to pay for the replacement dinner!”

“Not it!” you call at the same time Suguru purrs it. Satoru rolls his eyes, arms squeezing even tighter around both of your necks.

“As if it would’ve been anyone else.”

“Alright, smiles!” Shoko glares over the lens of her camera, lashes narrowed, despite the uptilt of her rosy lips, “And hold up the awards - Yu and I worked hard on those!”

You, Satoru, and Suguru display the thin, crinkle-edged papers with crudely drawn-on golden trim and sky blue ribbon. In large black crayon scrawls are your names over the front with ‘OFFICIAL FIRST GRADER’ below. It must’ve taken less than a minute each, but you’re already mentally plotting where exactly you want to hang yours in your dorm. Maybe you could even goad Satoru into buying you each matching frames.

“Alright, alright,” Yaga calls, checking his watch for the umpteenth time since Shoko called for another picture, “Let’s go! Goddamn!”

“Okay,” Shoko lowers the camera, flicking through the many photos she’d collected over the evening, “There may be some actual salvageable ones in here.”

“At least you can’t tell when ‘Toru blinks,” you bounce over to her side, carefully cradling the homemade paper award to your chest.

“No,” Shoko pouts suddenly, staring into the sharp glare in Satoru’s glasses, “Dammit - you can see me in those stupid shades!”

“Good!” you lean over to follow her gaze, “That way everybody who sees it will know you were here, too.”

“But I look goofy…”

Suguru towers over the brunette’s back to look at the photo, “Yeah, you do.”

“Hey!”

“He’s right,” Satoru snickers, having not even glanced at the camera screen.

“Hey!”

All three Grade One Tokyo branch students sent as escorts are fatally injured. Two dead. Both later revived.

You can feel it all down your neck. Cold and prickly and squeezing. The base of your throat cinches, heart banging against every bone rung in your chest - trying desperately to free itself. Instinctively, your shoulders bunch up towards your neck; the tips of your fingers go numb, and the numbness spreads up your hands. As if your body itself is trying to shut down. Some unfair, automatic reaction in the face of a bigger predator.

Your knees buckle.

Toji has a hand on his hip, head tilting with a lazy grin, “You’re not on the list, y’know?”

You swallow thickly, eyes scrambling hurriedly over the hulking form before you. Broad shoulders and muscles, at least three times the size of your head, doused in midnight black. You think you make fists.

“You can run, kid,” Toji raises both brows high along his forehead, “If you don’t think you’ll win, you can run.”

It’s cold. So cold it burns. Your jaw clenches. Air fails to reach the hull of your lungs before it’s all punched back out.

“I do it,” Toji jerks the sword in his hand.

Snapped third blade.

Maroon handle.

It’s shiny. Blinding.

Your eyes flicker from the blade to Toji. The blade. It’s familiar. You’ve seen it in a picture. It has a name. The blade glints, sunlight sliding across the metal. Your stare shoots back up to Toji. Toji Fushiguro.

Your legs are going numb now.

Toji’s eyes glide downward, your own snapping to where he glances. Your hands are balled into fists. They’re shaking. Is it fear? Is it anger?

Or are you just tensing too harshly?

Your eyes fall past your hands. Lingering on the concrete beneath your shifting feet.

“I…” your throat tightens, choking off your words. No saliva is willing to slip down and coat the dryness, but you try again, “I won’t run…”

Toji laughs. Head thrown back. Hand still on his hip, Toji twists the blade in his grasp, nodding to himself, “Alright.”

It’s humiliating.

The way your legs tremble as you try to attack. The way your arms lock into place as you barely manage to meet Toji’s eyes.

It’s humiliating: the way you’re on your back so soon.

Toji’s eyes are still, steady in their hold on your own. However, you don’t return his simple gaze. Darting from Toji’s face to the blade above your chest to the gate Suguru and Riko had run through. The blade plunges down.

Your whole body starts to tingle. Deadening. You hear a crack right below your ear. Sunlight dancing off the sword in Toji’s big hands, it’s a lot brighter up close in your chest.

Air startles in your throat, and you cough. Crimson bubbles up with it. Somewhere in the back of your head, you know what this means. A punctured lung. Severed thoracic artery. But that isn’t your main focus.

Toji rips the sword from your chest, his palm pressing against your throat to keep your body down as he pulls the cursed tool free.

You and Shoko had to do a report on that tool back in your first year.

The Inverted Spear of Heaven. Cuts through any technique.

She’d probably laugh that you got attacked with it if she didn’t know you were dying. If she knew that she’d probably try healing you.

Toji turns his back to you, stuffing the Inverted Spear into the worm looming around his body. His hands go into his pockets. Jaw unhinging in a heavy yawn while he approaches the main chamber of Tengen’s tomb. You don’t think he hears you giggle. It probably wouldn’t matter anyway.

The blood is warm against your cheeks. Pooling beneath your head and soaking into your hair.

You giggle, remembering how childishly your stoic friend described the complicated nature of her reverse cursed technique.

How was it again?

Fwoy… then hiyo?

Your eyelids droop. Gaze unfocused on the sky.

Fwoy. Then hiyo.

“How do you feel?” Shoko scrubs her thumb over the smooth surface of her Zippo lighter within her pocket. Her tongue dances over her bottom lip, chapped and rough. She briefly wonders where her chapstick tube is before returning to the present, “Stronger?”

Satoru snickers, an arm draped over your shoulders loosely. It feels odd, somehow an indent against the back of your uniform and yet entirely weightless. He shrugs, “Nah. I was already the strongest, anyway.”

“No more bragging,” you nudge an elbow into his side, but the hit fails to connect, “Your ego has been fed enough for tonight. Don’t you think, Suguru?”

“Hm?” the boy’s hair flutters around his shoulders, head jerking into attention. His arms are folded across his chest and it takes an awfully silent pause before he responds, “Yeah,” he steps closer, blinking up at Satoru, “No more ego-feeding, now you get to feed us, hm?”

“Fine,” Satoru groans, as if that hadn’t been the plan since you all knew he was being promoted, “We have to be quick finding a place, though,” he tugs at the collar of his uniform stiffly, “I didn’t exactly call anywhere ahead.”

“You’re Gojo, Satoru,” Shoko jams a hand in her other pocket, searching for her missing chapstick, “You’ll get us anywhere.”

“So irresponsible,” you muse.

“Well! This is my night, you know?! Why am I supposed to be the event planner?”

“Just ‘cuz Yaga-sensei isn’t here,” Suguru ‘tsk’s, waggling a finger at his friend, “For shame, Satoru.”

The overhead neons and flashing bulbs cast menacing shadows over the pale plains of Suguru’s face. Shadows falling under the bags beneath his eyes.

You contemplate asking.

You know it’ll be pointless.

“Hey, have you been okay?” you whisper against Suguru’s side. His body is warm and tense beneath his loose, hanging, boring beige shirt.

His faraway stare sparks suddenly, shortening back to where you stand beside him. He smiles down at you, it doesn’t reach his eyes so he manually crinkles them shut. He nods curtly, “Yeah…” and then nods again, “Yeah.”

Special Grade is sent as a replacement.

“You’ll be okay,” your hands are cupped over the searing, jagged incision in Kento’s stomach, blood pooling around your fingers and knuckles, “You’ll be okay, right?”

Kento can’t hear you very well, just the bland rolls of your voice. Crackling and raspy from the pressure of screaming.

“Oh, God, Shoko- “ you look around the morgue, trying desperately to unlock that flame from last month. The one you harnessed to save yourself, now desperate to save your friend, “Haibara… God, oh God,” you want to reach out and cradle the other boy, “Nanami, please don’t die.”

The blond blinks up at you, and you’re not even sure he understood your weak plea.

You need to keep your hands on Kento’s wound, but you want to take Yu into your arms. If there is any chance that he could still be living, you want his last moments to be warm and loving. Yu is not someone that should die, but if he has to - it should be kindly. And this was not kindly.

“I’m here!” Shoko barges into the cold morgue, skin bristling with the chilled air. The metal door clangs loudly against the wall, her body moves swiftly through the area as if she’s done this countless times. She almost crashes into the steel table that Yu rests on, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here…” she lays her hands on his cheeks, wiping at the blood splattered up his neck and chin, “I’m here…”

She cannot bring herself to look down at where the cloth over his body suddenly dips.

“Shoko,” your arms shake, “Shoko, you need to take care of Nanami.”

Her shoulders are tensed up to her bobbed hair. She steps back from Yu and joins your side at Kento’s body. Her hands overtake yours and you withdraw. The blood flows down your fingers and drips onto the floor.

“You,” Shoko whispers, shoulders still high, “Thank you.”

“I could only keep him alive,” you’re not nearly as adept at reverse cursed energy as Shoko, but you hope it was enough to at least save one friend tonight.

“Thank you,” she whispers, staring at Yu’s bisected corpse.

Satoru and Shoko are on opposite sides of Japan. Satoru is in Osaka, and Shoko is in Yamagata. Yaga-sensei is in Kyoto for the next week. You and Suguru are in Tokyo. You clasp his hand in yours.

“I’m really proud of you.”

Suguru brings you closer, his hand is warm. And large, “You’re Special Grade, too.”

“But I’m proud of you.”

He can still remember you as you were brought to him by Satoru. Blood drying and muddying in the weeds of your hair to your skull, crimson dyeing the cracks in your lips. Chest still and unbeating. No warmth in your veins. You would soon be ice cold.

You could have been.

And then you coughed and sputtered and shot up in Satoru’s arms, throwing him entirely off balance. The both of you had fallen over and you were the only one laughing it off.

You haven’t laughed like that since it sunk in what the darkness you saw before waking up was.

He remembers the anger he felt when he wasn’t able to maim Toji himself. The anger he felt over Toji being allowed to live into adulthood at all. That he could breed and eat and love like he was some kind of person. He should be dumb and drooling and helpless under Suguru’s palm like any other wild animal. That anger was so palpable that he couldn’t sleep for the next two days.

Then there was the mourning.

He never wants to see you like that again. Not to a bare-fisted, feral monkey. And not to a curse.

He’s sick at the thought.

“I’m proud of you, too,” he squeezes your hand. The lights of Tokyo continue to do his gaunt face no justice. Pale skin stretched over aching bone. He smiles, and he does not bother trying to make his eyes squint up.

He wishes that you being a fellow Special Grade could ease his worries. But even as you walk hand-in-hand back to the dorms, that image of you - still and cold - refuses to go down.

“I just want you to hear it from me. I know what I’ve done. I’m in my right mind. I just couldn’t let them… this village was full of non-sorcerers who tortured two girls with cursed energy. I have to make this world better for… I can’t sit back and let them form curses and kill us off. I can’t let a corrupt world continue to cut away at everyone I love. Do with this as you will, I won’t be mad if it becomes evidence against me. Just… don’t show Satoru. If I can keep some sort of reputation with him, then for now I’d like to. But I don’t regret it. I just regret not being able to say this in person.”

You play the voicemail again.

And again.

And again.

And you don’t show Satoru. Or Yaga. Or Gakuganji.

It was a simple job. Get in. Exorcize a curse from a dead-end 9-5 office. Get out. You and Satoru were quick enough - got in and exorcized the curse in the dead-end 9-5 office - and now to get out.

You watch your janky, funhouse reflection in the steel elevator doors. It’s a blurry and stretched thing, but it’s you. You look up and watch the floors tick, tick, tick down.

Satoru is leaning against the wall to your right, his left leg is bent out with his shoe jammed rudely against the wall. His eyes pierce the back of your head. He can’t tell if you’re intentionally ignoring him or just that dense; either way, he hates it.

He scoffs, “I don’t get it.”

“Get what, Satoru?”

Satoru folds his arms - he can't pinpoint it, but these days you make him sick - “He just left. Like it was that easy. Like…”

He wants to see you react. He wants to watch you clench your fists and bow your head, but you don’t. Instead, you say, “It was that easy for him. He hated how the school does things, so he left. He hated that village, so he got rid of it.”

Kicking himself off the wall, Satoru throws his arms out for emphasis. Too bad you’re still staring at that damn floor counter, “So just picking up and leaving us was that easy? He could’ve called us! He could’ve said how he was feeling!”

You swallow thickly, heat clings to the back of your neck.

“But he didn’t,” your hands are limp at your sides, voice shallow, “Trying to find purpose in things you’ll never know the answer to will drive you insane. He left - he isn’t coming back. And if he does, it’ll be to die.”

“We could’ve done something!” Satoru’s voice cracks in the middle, his nails stabbing into his palms.

“But we didn’t. And now we can’t.”

“Why aren’t you angry?!” he shoves you from behind. His hands are neither hot nor cold. Not soft or rough. The space of his infinity doesn’t feel like anything even though it still stubs against your uniform, “Dammit, don’t you care?!”

You stumble from the force of his push, quickly regaining balance and turning to look at Satoru. Your brows crinkle just slightly, lips tugging down at the corners, “Trying to find answers for something you’ll never know will drive you crazy. It’s best to just let it go.”

There’s a flame behind those crystalline eyes, his fists dig into his thighs, “How can you do that?”

“What? Move on?”

“Not care.”

“I care.”

“You don’t,” his throat bobs, white eyelashes batting shut and chin tucking down to his chest. His voice wavers, “Suguru was the only other person that could understand my every thought. He wasn’t someone you could find just anywhere. He was someone I couldn’t imagine going a day without, and now every day is one without him. He never told us what was going on, and he left without so much as a goodbye. And you don’t care! Why don’t you care?!”

“Suguru had his reasons,” you reach out, fingers brushing against the sheer nothingness of his infinity and entwining your hand with his. It isn’t hot or cold. Just imperceivable space between your palms, “I’ll never know them, not like he did. So I can’t waste my time pretending that one day I will. It hurts that he’s gone, and I wish I could’ve done more. But I didn’t. And I can’t. Suguru isn’t coming back, and if he does it’s to die,” you lean down to try and catch Satoru’s eyes through the pitch-black shades of his glasses, “We might even have to be the ones that kill him. I’m letting it go before I go crazy.”

“You already are,” he sniffs, “That’s why you don’t cry when your friend goes off to die.”

“And you’re too obsessive over it,” you release his hand, winding your grip into the front of Satoru’s uniform and yanking him close, “That’s why you’re so blinded by Suguru leaving that you can’t see me and Shoko still on the sidelines. Have you even asked how Shoko is?”

Satoru snatches your wrist. The pressure is intense and unmistakably inhuman, “Let go of me.”

“Or what?”

Despite not being too far from the colored flushes of busy Shibuya in Tokyo, Jujutsu Tech has a grandiose view of the stars. Especially if you sneak up onto the roof of the dorms, edging slightly past the lower hanging trees. You can stare up at the endless void of space and get an eyeful of the stars blinking down at you without having to squint through gaps in leaves. You can sit quietly and feel the gentle breeze caress over your exposed skin. And you could pretend you are alone until the creaking of a second pair of feet echoes behind you.

There’s no need to turn, having already known who the second pair of skittish feet belong to. And knowing that, means knowing what you want to say first,

“I don’t know how to do this for the rest of my life.”

“You don’t have to. Sorcerers don’t usually live long enough for it to matter.”

“It should matter!” Satoru snaps, he glares at you sharply, “I should’ve been able to be a kid! We should’ve been able to be kids!”

You sigh quietly, looking off to the side, afraid that staring too deeply into Satoru’s uncovered eyes may have the same effect as the sun, “The life of a sorcerer is pointless. An under-manned army that gets no thanks. You can accept that and come back, or don’t. Don’t, and go live a more fulfilling life, knowing that you are the strongest and knowing that you made a choice unlike any other sorcerer before you. But someone else will have to take your place.”

Satoru blinks up at you slowly. His long white lashes frame his eyes, his cheeks are sunken and thin. Eggshell, almost, in color. His chest rises, a loud inhale flowing with the movement before he blows it out just as noisily, “That’s bleak.”

“Right?”

“You sound like you’re guilt-tripping me.”

“Maybe a little.”

Because maybe you are. But you mean every word you say.

Satoru can make any decision he wants, but he will have to wake up knowing there are many lives he could’ve saved. And he’ll pretend it doesn’t haunt him the same way Suguru tried to. And he will fail the same way Suguru did.

“Whatever you pick, just remember that Shoko and I are still your friends,” you sit beside him and lean into his side, “We were friends with Sugu’, too.”

“I know. It’s just hard.”

His skin is warm and flush against yours. His head leans onto yours. Hair soft and tickling your forehead.

“Then let it be hard, but don’t pretend you’re all alone.”

And Satoru can’t very well leave you and Shoko and Kento to die as the only remaining students at Jujutsu Tech, so he will return and doom himself to the life of a sorcerer. And he will kill Suguru so that you do not have to.

[sscarletvenus]

some lookism childhood headcanons 

i imagine hyungseok as one of those really cute kids that resemble marshmallows. he's just so soft and round and giggles when you pick him up and spin him around!!! his mom would take him to work with her and her coworkers would give him all sorts of snacks and pocket money. he's like a bouncing ball of pure sunshine.

johan as a kid would be extremely intrigued with religious imagery. he would often try to memorise the architecture of the church his mother takes him to, and then try to draw them when he's bored. 

i also imagine that johan's an amazing artist, and the god dog logo is his own design. when he was small, johan would always want to participate in art competitions, but art supplies are a luxury so he gives up on that desire pretty fast. he conveys the same to his mom, who praises him for being a sensible child as johan sniffles on her shoulder against a tattered cardigan that smells like home.

samuel was always too little for his age, and never managed to eat until he was full. either his mom would scream at him for being within her sight for too long, or he would lose his appetite seeing her face. 

he watches his mom's TV soaps from a corner and sees everyone being nice to the handsome and capable male lead, and starts believing that people only care for what they cannot have. so, he too, will become someone unattainable by everyone.

samuel is too angry for someone that scrawny, so the seniors always beat him to pulp. but, he never cries. instead, if the other boys would listen closely, they would hear him mutter under his breath, "i am gapryong kim…" (yes this is about kdj telling himself that he's yjh from orv)

jake as a kid is very easy to please. he's like a porcelain doll that you have to poke in order to get a reaction, but once he knows you, he clings and never lets go. 

teen jake is almost a carbon copy of young gapryong, but when he smiles, he looks exactly like his mom. but, years of living with his dad make his smiles dim in frequency, so the resemblance goes unnoticed. 

growing up, jake would probably hate mirrors as he is reminded of how much his appearance starts resembling his dad's, when he looks into one. his relationship with his mom grows strained because he doesn't want her to be in pain when she is inevitably reminded of gapryong when she looks at him, so he always tries to disappear from her sight, and eventually runs away from home, not knowing his future in a gang where, in order to be with those his loves, he must become inseparable from his dad's violence.

zack is a typical rich kid who always gets what he wants. he is very into superhero movies and comics, and is an idealist who takes inspiration from his favourite characters. he too wishes to save his friends and protect his love just like the figures wearing flowing capes on the screen, drawn on the pages of his books. 

vasco is also into action-comics and superheroes, but he is the one who wants to be “saved.” like he looks at his mom struggle financially and emotionally as a single-parent and wonders what a saviour would look like, when they would arrive. (i think one of the many reasons he becomes breakdak's student is because he feels he is accompanying an invincible force that can guide him in his path to save others, and thus, save himself.) 

vasco’s morality also stems from the absolute goodness of heroes, where he is a stickler for reform within the boundaries of pre-established rules and codes of moral conduct.

jace as a kid is a nightmare. u know they say that kids are blunt but jace takes it to a whole another level. you CANNOT lie to him, in front of him, about him because he WILL expose your lies. his analysis goes crazy and adults are a bit scared of him. santa? “i know it’s you, dad.” “H-HOW???” “i just know. also you left the house at 8 in the evening and returned with exactly 5000 won missing from your wallet. The price of chocolate-” “OKAY. OKAY. STOP. JESUS”

goo’s weird and off-putting vibes have accompanied him from the womb. he mutilated insects by plucking out their wings and trapping them under glasses before torturing them in “the fly : short story by katherine mansfield” style. there isn’t much to say except he probably committed arson before reaching the age of twelve.

gun is the gojo satoru of lookism like the balance in the yakuza was shifted after his birth. yes the power he inherits is a burden to him but he loves having the burden and being the sole one to possess it.

he feels no genuine emotions or connections to anyone at all, as if he and the world around him are separated by an impenetrable wall, the strong existing on the pinnacle of a lonely mountain towering over the weak. 

the only emotion that gets to him is the sense of pure ecstasy he feels during fights, the thrill of fighting just for the sake of it, the enjoyment of enacting violence unto his enemies bcz he knows he is at the top (on heaven and earth, i alone am the honoured one)

that’s it for now!!! hope that clears my brainrot amen.

[fanaticsnail]

Tobiuo and the Moustached Man

@thenotsofantasticlifestory 's Kiki decided to bring her partner, Law, home to meet her family. Tobiuo comes up to the house from the Tang with some documents for Law to sign, and became immediately transfixed on Jo's beautiful moustache. She is in love with that old man, and it shows.

She loves that old man almost as much as I do.

Mini fic below the cut because I love them:

Characters featured: Kiki, Jo, Law, Hank, Finn, Tobiuo

Kiki has asked the Polar Tang to take her and Law home to Pucci to meet her adoptive dad, Jo, and one of her younger brothers, Hank. Law has done his absolute best in attempting to meet the expectations of Jo, but so far he has not been able to crack the hard shell. He wants to bad to make a good impression, but his past title as warlord and surgeon of death has held him back.

Up from the Tang, with a report on personale, strolls Tobiuo who needs a write off for permission to go on leave after Pucci. Knocking three times, she waits patiently for the door to open in Kiki's childhood home.

Darting her eyes down, she is met with the steely gaze of Jo: sat in his wheelchair, a beer clasped in his hand. While Tobiuo can't speak, her eyes are immediately drawn to his impressive moustache and her jaw slacks.

Her people can't grow moustaches, and Jo's moustache was glorious.

Pocketing her paper, she attempts to flutter sign through shuddering stutters, but shakes her head to steady her thoughts. Opting rather to tap her knuckles on the door, she asks him in Morse: "Is my boss and my friend Kiki at this residence? Have I come to the correct house?"

Hearing the Morse tapping, Kiki comes to the door and stands behind a now smiling Jo. As their gaze holds with one another, Kiki's eyes widen and dart hastily between them.

"Jo, this is Tobiuo, Law's chief of security. Iyo, this is my, uh... Dad, Jo," she shifts her hands, fluttering in the sign she knows, "Have you got the hots for my dad, Iyo?"

Tobiuo sucks in her lips, biting back her broad, toothy grin, and nods her head.

"Well aren't you the prettiest thing I ever did see," Jo's whisky-smooth voice croons up at her, "Your name is Tobiuo? Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasures mine, sir," Tobiuo's hands signal, offering a polite bow with her hand over her chest. Jo hums in approval, turning to Kiki and elbowing her in the thigh.

"Well? Invite her in and get her a drink, would you, Ki?" Jo chuckles. Moving his chair in reverse, he gestures for Tobiuo to come into the home. Following his motion, Tobiuo crosses the threshold with a soft smile donned on her features.

Once Tobiuo is out of sight and looking for her boss, Jo turns to Kiki and widens his eyes with a large smile beneath his moustache.

"She works for Law?" He gasps in disbelief, "How the hell did that scrawny noodle end up with such a glorious woman? And she's the security officer, you say?"

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It," Kiki articulates every word like a knife chipping away at solid ice, "She's my friend, and she's not interested in old men like you."

"How would you know? She's never met an old man like me," Jo chuckles once more, moving past Kiki towards the dining room, "Tell Hank to get out here. He's gonna want to meet a Fishwoman. She looks like she's from the Deep Blue, too." Humming in contemplation, Jo shakes his head and continues on his way. Muttering a final sentence to himself, he shakes his head once more with a short huffed laugh.

"If only the boys could see me now. What a day. What a beautiful day."

Sitting around the lengthy wooden dining table was an array of individuals Kiki had never in her life dreamed of ever meeting. Sure, she wanted Jo and Hank to meet Law at some stage: introduce him as her partner and have him assimilate into her unconventional family unit the way he embraced her into his own. She loved him, he loved her, all she wanted now is for her family to love him too.

What she didn't anticipate was Tobiuo also being present at the table.

"When you swim, do you have to remove your uniform to cut through the ocean quicker? Does the suit weigh you down? What about your boots? Do you have to remove them too-?" Hank continued to flutter out an array of questions: one more unhinged than the last, "-Hang on, are your toes webbed too? I know your ears are, and your hands - but what about your toes? And your ears, are they just used for swimming and a flap to guard holes beside your head, or is the hole at the centre like a human-?"

"-Hank, please," Kiki managed to cut through his invasive questions, bringing the teenager's attention back onto herself, "You haven't given her enough time to respond to the first one, let alone the next. Just take a breath." Kiki turns to Tobiuo, displaying her sorrowful apologies on her features, "Iyo, I'm so sorry. He's never met fishfolk before. You don't have to answer anything if you don't want to."

Tobiuo offers her a tight-lipped smile, reaching into her boiler suit and fishing out her led pencil and her note paper.

Law is breathing a fair amount easier than he initially did beneath the intense scrutiny of Kiki's father, Jo. While he wanted to make a good impression on the retired pirate, nothing seemed to work in his favour. None of his feats felt up to par, including his former status of warlord. Hell, his past with the Donquixote Pirates also held him back, Doflamingo not being the most reputable individual in the first place.

Law spending time under Doflamingo in any capacity seemed to set him back further in Jo's eyes, regardless as to the outcome of Dressrosa.

Having Tobiuo take a lot of the heat from Hank and Jo in regards to their attention and intense line of questions had him breathe a little easier. Tobiuo just had a knack of rescuing Law from a lot of events: often in the brutality of battle.

Law darted his attention between Hank and Tobiuo, watching as the tall Fishwoman began etching notes on her paper with a soft smile on her blue lips. Drawing his eyes over to the older Jo, Law stifled a chuckle that wanted to flee from his throat at the look in the pirate's eyes.

Jo looked as if a childhood fairytale had plopped themselves down at the kitchen table: the whimsical look of innocence over his worn features. There was a soft glint in his eye that seemed to reflect a lot of the emotions Law, himself, felt the first time he met Tobiuo. She was a creature many would not have the opportunity to interact with, her species incredibly shy and closed off to the outsides. If Law had never met Tobiuo, he would've thought the Deep Blue was a land of myth - akin to the All Blue.

Jo was enchanted.

As he rose his bottle to his lips, he never for a moment took his attention away from the navy-skinned woman at the end of the table in fear she would disappear. There she was, a creature he had always wanted to encounter: sitting across from his boy, beside his girl, eating dinner they had lovingly prepared for family night. He had never seen a Fishwoman like her before, and wanted to carve a visual memory of her deep into the recesses of his mind. He was enamored with her.

Placing down her pencil, Tobiuo rose her milky eyes up to Hank and passed him the note paper. Offering him a few gestures he had no frame of reference to understand, Kiki offered to translate for her.

"She's saying these are the answers you're looking for," Kiki giggled, reaching over the table and bringing a scoop of vegetables towards her own plate, "While she can't answer a lot of personal ones due to her hazy memory, she has done her best for you."

"W-What-?" Hank asked, his eyes widening as he goes over the notes, "This-... This is-... This is amazing! I just-... I can't."

Jo chuckles, placing down his empty bottle and leaning forward to gather a tongue of barbecued meats. Placing some on his own plate, he offered out a scoop of the rich, fried morsels towards the Fishwoman.

"Would you like some more, sweetheart?" Jo offered with a kindness in his eyes. Kiki raised her eyebrow, but elected to say nothing at this stage. Tobiuo shook her head slowly, turning to Law and making a few small gestures with her hands.

"No, I don't think so," Law shrugs in response, "It'll be up to Bepo. He's in charge while I'm here." Tobiuo nods at first, offering a few more gestures to her boss who nods along.

Kiki draws her eyes over to Jo, gently kicks his wheelchair with her foot to gain his attention. Shielding her mouth with her hand, she wordlessly chastises him while Tobiuo and Law are distracted.

"Stop flirting with her. It's creeping me out, old man," Kiki mocks a frown, her smile attempting to rise behind her pout. Jo leans forward, cupping his own mouth and mouthing back to her.

"I'm being polite, you brat," he darts his eyes between hers, "If you want to see me really flirt, I have no quarry with doing so in front of you and your frail fishbone of a partner."

Kiki couldn't help but laugh, leaning back in her seat with Law tucking her in the crook of his shoulder, and bracing her against himself.

"If you'd rather take your leave on Pucci, I won't stop you," Law shrugs at Tobiuo, who continued to gesture to him with her eyes depicting a far few more emotions to emphasise her actions. Law chuckled, shaking his head and waving off her concerns.

"Look, I'm happy if you are, chief. If you'd rather have Bepo in charge without both me and you, I'm not gonna stop you," Law chuckled. Tobiuo rolled her pale eyes, shaking her head with a smile on her lips. Before she managed to say anything back, Hank interjected with a passionate gasp.

"-So you can speak under water?!" He excitedly shrieked in glee, "What about a drink of water? Like if we pour it in your gills and you have a go at talking? Can we do that? Here-!" He placed the paper back in her hands, tapping the table and gesturing for her to take up her pen.

Tobiuo's chest flutters up and down as if she was laughing, picking up the pen and scribbling hastily.

"I don't know, I've never tried. It might be messy."

"We'll go outside! C'mon. You don't mind, do you, old man?" Hank already began rising to his feet to stand, "We'll be back in a second."

Hank reached for the water jug, clasping it in his hand before lacing his arm in the crook of Tobiuo's elbow. Tobiuo rose to her feet, gesturing to Kiki her apologies before bowing politely to Jo. The giddiness rising in her chest about attempting something unhinged with her anatomy was thrilling. She was excited by Hank's excitement.

Racing to the door, Tobiuo reached for the handle and gave the door a quick tug, only for her eyes to be met with a pale, balled fist at the door.

"Uh-..." a voice called behind the raised arm, slowly dropping it to their side, "Is... Is Jo home-?"

"-Finn!" Hank excitedly yelled from beside Tobiuo, unlacing his hand and thrusting his arms around his older brother. Water sloshed from the jug, dampening the pale overcoat of Finn's uniform.

"Hey, Hank," the taller man managed to chuckle, throwing his arms around his shoulders and drawing him into himself further, "Missed you, bud. Uh-... I take it if you're here, officer, your boss isn't far behind."

Tobiuo narrowed her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. The last time Finn and Tobiuo met, Finn was locked in an intense fistfight with his older sister. Tobiuo was not going to let this marine attempt anything on her boss now he was not protected beneath the world government's title of warlord.

Unlacing his arms from over Hank's shoulders, he held up his hands defensively beside him in a bid to set her at ease.

"Look, I'm just here to see my family. I promise I'm not going to do anything to your boss," he swore, his voice void of dishonesty, "If I was going to do anything, I would've brought my unit with me, and your vessel would be sunk by now."

Tobiuo unlaced her arms, placing her fist on the door and aggressively knocking in marine code.

"If you'd have attempted anything on the Tang, my boss, or my crew, I would've played a game with you as to who could hold their breath the longest beneath the water," Tobiuo narrows her eyes, glaring at the man with a rage within her eyes, "Each time you would think I'm bringing you up to take a reprieve, I'd pull you back under and laugh as you struggle to stay awake."

"Then let us be thankful that we are here in a brief ceasefire," Finn nodded, taking Tobiuo's word as law, "And I am also thankful that my younger brother is yet to learn code. You are truly a vicious Fishwoman, officer."

"And you are a horrible human, Marine," Tobiuo smirked back, stepping aside and letting Finn pass within the threshold.

Just as he brushed his shoulder with hers, Tobiuo hastily grabbed his upper arm and bore her milky eyes between his. Finn sighed, hanging his head and giving a few soft nods in understanding.

"I'm not going to hurt your boss, or my sister. This I swear to you, on my honour as a marine," Finn attempted to pull away from her grip, but Tobiuo held on a little firmer, her lips curling back and revealing a few sharpened teeth.

"Not as a marine," Finn rose his eyes to meet with hers, "As a brother. I swear to you, pirate. As a brother, and as a son, I will not hurt your captain, or alert the marines where your vessel is located."

"Her name is Tobiuo, Finn," Hank offered quietly, "Not pirate, not officer. Tobiuo. And she's cool."

Finn chuckled, feeling Tobiuo loosen her grip on his arm. She nods at him slowly, her hand being caught on its descent by Finn's. Slowly raising it in front of him, he gripped her hand in a gesture of mutual understanding, shaking it to solidify his honour.

"Tobiuo," he whispered with a soft smile. Releasing her hand, Tobiuo offers him a tight-lipped smile and fluttering a sign to him with a nod.

Brushing past one another, Tobiuo's warmth returns to her as she throws her arm around the teenage Hank and ruffles his hair.

"What did your sign mean?" He asked, unlacing himself from beneath her arms. He repeats the gesture she extended towards Finn earlier, "This one. What is that?"

Tobiuo brings her note paper up and scribbles: "His name."

"So, just the letters? F-I-N-N?" Hank arches his eyebrows at her. Tobiuo shakes her head, jotting down a couple of sentences.

"I offer sign names based on how I see an individual. My captain is "boss", your sister is "bloom" or "blossom". Your brother, Finn, is "pig". More technically, "piglet"."

Hank burst out laughing, the water in the jug sloshing over the sides of the rim as he clutches his stomach. Catching his breath, he asks, "What about me? What am I? Do I get a cool name?"

Tobiuo ponders for a moment, her eyes darting between his, before reaching up to her face and circling a hooked hand over her temple: rotating it in a clockwise motion. Gesturing for Hank to do the same, he raises his hand up and rolls his digit at his temple.

"What does this mean? What am I to you?" Hank asks with a broad grin. Tobiuo mimics his smile, reaching for her paper and scribbling a few etchings on the sheet.

"Curious. You are 'curious' to me. Now, let's go and drown my gills to see if I can talk above water. This is gonna be messy."

Hank beams at the Fishwoman, hurriedly stepping off the porch and towards the grassy area and indicating for Tobiuo to follow.

"Alright, Iyo," he indicates for her to roll her head on the side, "Lay like this, and I'm gonna drench your face and neck in water. Talk if you can!"

Tobiuo offers Hank a lazy two fingered salute, doing as the teenager asked and prepared herself to receive a large amount of water over her face and neck.

[nnnyxie]

soulmate au with surprise character

requested by izu anon!!

“Back to back because I am feeling it rn.

Soulmate au because I really CRAVEEEE soulmate au‘s like there is not enough out there!!!!!! Not!!!! Enough!!!!! Something I’ve thought about a lot that I think might be hard to write is a story where the reader themselves dosen’t know who the soulmate is. Does that make sense??? So let’s say it’s the ink au where whatever you draw on your skin shows up on theirs and vice Versa, we as the readers don’t know who it‘ll be but as we read it unravels and bam it’s some guy idk :3 like bakugo or kirishima or sero or ojiro or anyone really, just anyone you want :3 is this going anywhere it’s lowkey late at night and I’ve been awake for a significant amount of time so idk if this is just word vomit or something that is actually coherent”

words cannot describe how much i love the ink au!!

(was slightly delirious while writing this btw)

you always loved the odd and obscure drawings your soulmate would trace onto themselves. they ranged from incredibly detailed and elaborate pieces to weird little cats with odd proportions. sometimes you’d wake up with penises drawn on your face, you assumed that it might’ve been done to them as a prank— you hoped it was done to them as a prank.

as you were getting ready for the day, you noticed a few new drawings on your arm. the ink was a beautiful muscari shade, the color of a stencil marker.

this shade wasn’t uncommon to see, you’d seen it plenty of times around your legs and other arm— your back once as well.

like usual, you snapped a picture of it. this had been something you started doing every time you’d see the stencil markings.

of course, you were well versed when it came to this shade— seeing as you work in a tattoo parlor.

you’d always hoped that maybe one day— your soulmate would come into the shop for a tattoo or piercing.

—

walking into the shop, you spotted your coworker wiping down his station.

“got a client today?”

“yeah, he’s new. his name is sero. we’re taking a break right now. we’ve been working on his sleeve since seven a-m.” your coworker shrugged, very clearly trying to hide his excitement. he rarely got new clients, so this was a big deal.

just minutes later, a tall man with a scrawny yet muscular figure entered. he wore boho styled clothes, with touches of grunge. he looked oddly fashionable.

“oh! hey there,” sero smiled lazily, it was charming in a way.

your eyes raked over his body, admiring his style before landing on some very familiar tattoos.

assuming it’s just a coincidence, you brushed it off. not really expecting anything.

though— as he lifted his right arm onto the rest, there was absolutely no denying it.

this was basically your dream come true but right now— facing it all— you didn’t know if you could handle it.

you did your best to hide your arm from the two, and prayed that neither of them needed anything.

but it seems as if the universe had other plans.

“[name], can you grab me another ink cup?” your coworker asked loudly, his voice reverberated (slightly) in the small shop. you nervously nodded and shakily grabbed a cup from the cupboard. slowly making your way over, you felt their eyes watching you.

it made you anxious.

finally setting the small cup down, you retreated back to your ‘corner’, hiding your arm.

or at least attempting to.

you weren’t exactly the best at it.

your soulmate was now aware of that fact— sero was now aware of that fact.

i was so out of it, sorry if it’s bad <//3

[snekwritesstuff]

Pins

Pairing: Ray & Reader

Word Count: 715

Tags: Fluff, gn! reader, first person POV

Not sure if this is worth anything, but it popped into my head and I wanted to use it as a warm-up.

The first thing I notice is the white hair with pink tips. Then, the teal eyes flicking to meet mine, and the shy, almost forced smile that follows. He must be used to this, the stares of confusion and awe. His slender fingers clutch the bar of the subway as the car jerks to a stop. I stand to leave, my eyes leaving his figure for a moment, and when I turn to look again, he’s gone. With a shrug, I step off the car into the station.

Someone rams into me and I feel my bag slip off my shoulder as I try to keep my footing. I don’t catch the face, only the footsteps making distance between myself and the thief, and by the time I realize what’s happening, my voice is small.

“My-My bag!” I squeak, reaching in the thief’s direction. I shake my head, snapping out of my stupor, and raise my voice as high as I can. “Hey, stop! That’s my bag!”

I take off running, begging the crowd to stop him. It’s just a stupid bag, I know that, but all my reports and notes are stowed away on the laptop inside, and heaven knows a college student like me can’t afford another one.

Panting, I continue running. “Someone, please, stop that man! He’s got my–”

My pace slows almost immediately. The scene in front of me is almost comical, aside from the adrenaline coursing through my system. Teal Eyes has the thief on the ground and my bag in his hands. This scrawny, no older than 24 year old kid did more to stop what could have been the worst day that week than any of the more surly looking characters in the station, and he’s still got the shy smile on his face when he sees me.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, I-I don’t know what I was going to do,” I pant, leaning on my knees to catch my breath.

His voice is gentle as he speaks, “I like your pins.”

I blink in surprise, a small laugh rushing through my lips. “Take one. As…as payment. I made them myself for this art assignment. I think they look awful.”

“They’re not,” he mumbles. “I can’t just take one.”

“No, please, I insist, actually,” I laugh again. I take the bag from his hands and scan over the four pins that made their home on the front pocket. “Please. Which would you like?”

His brows furrow, but his mouth still forms a smile. “Really, I can’t. If you’re so insistent, you can pick one for me.”

I hum in thought. I scan over them again, eyeing the small, choppy looking computer, the cat, the simple sun with thick rays, and the blue rose. I look back at him again, trying to see if his eyes are drawn to any of them in particular. Infuriatingly, he gives nothing away. Based on what little I know of him, I choose the flower and take it off my bag, pressing it into his palm. His eyes widen, and a hint of pink dusts his cheeks.

“You…How did you know?” he asks. “I would have picked this one.”

I shrug. “It seemed like it would suit you. Whoever you are.”

He tucks the pin away in his pocket with another smile. “Sorry, I…I’m not great with people. I’m, um. I’m Ray.”

I give him my name and offer an awkward handshake. His eyes dart to the small watch on his wrist and he gasps.

“I’m so sorry! God, she’ll be so mad…I have to go. It was nice to meet you!”

“Wait!” I blurt as he turns to leave. “Do you have a phone number?”

“You shouldn’t–I can’t–” Cutting himself off with a groan, he holds his hand out. “Give me your hand.” He pulls a pen out of his pocket and scribbles a number onto the back of my hand. “I probably won’t respond much, but…If you’re really wanting it.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I reply with a grin. “Anyway, don’t be late. Thank you again. For the number. And the bag.”

He smiles again and turns to leave quickly. I peer at the number on my hand, shoulder my bag again, and leave the subway station feeling lighter than before.

[envihellbender]

“Does my enormity unsettle you?”

Characters: Ulrich, Jens (OCs)

Content: extreme weight gain, dom feedee, referenced cannibalism, slob

Summary: Ulrich is fascinated by his restaurant’s new hire.

—

“Does my enormity unsettle you?” Ulrich asked, a lilt to his voice as his rich brown eyes leered at the new waiter. The young man was quite hardened and anyone could see it, his black fringe barely covered his scars - one of which had caused his heterochromia Ulrich had heard. His right eye was a deep green and the left a sickly blue, his eyelid squinted a little and when he caught Ulrich staring he flattened down his fringe. Tycho the head chef had called him ‘Jens’, but Ulrich wondered what name might suit him better.

“I’ve seen bigger things than you, Sir,” Jens said curtly, his back straight as he stared down his new boss. Ulrich was sat in his regular booth, the chair a deep red, and the table shaped to fit snugly around his gigantic gut which poured onto the ground. The oak table was covered in fine meats and sea food - Kobe wagyu beef, Gooseneck barnacles, Jamon imberico ham, bluefin tuna, and more rich fine foods that were on the Boar’s House menu. The restaurant Ulrich owned was extremely exclusive, they didn’t hire just anyone - so the fact Tycho had hired him on the spot was worrying.

“Hm, yes, well you certainly have quite the employment history. I hear you worked for a mutual friend of ours.” Ulrich stared at Jens intensely, licking his wine stained lips as he grabbed a beef with his hands not bothering with a knife or fork. He began gnawing at it like an animal, the burgundy sauce clinging to his bloated chin that was sinking into a gigantic neck roll.

“Is that right? You’re going to have to be more specific, Sir,” Jens responded, swallowing down his nerves as he managed to maintain his scowl. He shuffled as his cock twitched as he watched the display.

“I was wondering why one goes from underground bare knuckle fighting to a waiter in the most exclusive restaurant in the country.” That seemed to have caused Jens to go quiet, Ulrich delighted in it as he took another monstrous bite of his beef. He sucked the sauce from his gigantic fingers and let out a disgusting loud belch. He took advantage of Jens’ silence to continue. “As well as why my head chef has taken a liking to you, but well, he is soft hearted-”

“I want to be a chef,” Jens interrupted. His tone and expression told him he had no time for Ulrich’s grandstanding.

“Is that right?”

“You know who I worked for, you know he supplies you with your … long pig.” The last two words were said deliberately, they were drawn out and left hanging in the room. Ulrich’s wrinkled fat face finally lost its grin, his greying eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve always been fascinated by food, restaurants, and erm… well, the morbidly obese, Sir.”

“Hm, well, such things do not make you worthy of being on my staff.” Ulrich’s cheeks burned, he was irritated and slightly embarrassed, not that he’d admit it.

“Have there been any complaints about my work, Sir?”

“Oh, you know full well there hasn’t been, Kit,” Ulrich taunted, his massive hand picked up his wine glass which almost looked like it would shatter in his grip.

“I- I’m sorry Sir, Kit?”

“Mhm. Kit. Kitten. Your mismatched eyes, your scrawny, back alley cat look, I think it suits you.”

“I- I- never the less-”

“Hm. Well, my customers like looking at you, and you’re probably the best we have,” Ulrich interrupted.

“I- I actually have some ideas on how this place can be better served to a fatter clientele, Sir,” Jens said quickly. “If you…”

“Be my guest,” Ulrich answered. He picked up a handful of Gooseneck barnacles and popped each one in his mouth. He watched Jens intently as he spoke, he had to admit, he was extremely curious about the new toy in his collection.

[businesscasualart]

honestly i'd be curious to hear 1, 11 and 46 if you like any holiday films, i'm always curious. i have like 3 christmas movies i've been apeshit over since childhood and apparently this isn't common

[AAA I NEVER ACTUALLY SENT THE RESPONSE MY BAD. Try not to monologue forever challenge, FAILED‼️IMPOSSIBLE‼️]

The questions are from here <3 thank you sm this was so fun!

1. Who is/are your comfort character(s)?

I actually don’t really classify my favorite characters. I just get really attached to a lil guy and add him to The Collection and don’t question it. I got a guy for nearly every mood. I collect them in a china cabinet in my mind palace or something. I don’t even know if I know exactly what a comfort character is supposed to be. But I think I can convert any of my blorbos into a source of comfort in case of an emergency. 

I DO recall the like…first and only character I openly called a comfort character with minimal second thought was Dr. Henry Jekyll from the classic gothic lit novel, The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. 

Then my friends were like “elaborate on that” and I was like “no <3”. 

I still don’t know if I can actually elaborate on that. The curse of the Tortured-By-His-Own-Hubris-And-Sin Victorian Man™️ weighs heavily on me as well as he. That’s the best I got. C’est la vie. He’s just like me fr if you squint and tilt your head and actually go blind. 

Besides Jekyll, the beloved. Uhhhh. Who else could be a comfort character? OH haha, okay, so…

How do I condense this down without giving a whole drawn out story…I don’t have much in the way of physical insecurities. I’m usually pretty confident. But, and y’all may have noticed this by now, I’ve always fancied myself…a big, strong, masc woman. Y’know? I say butch-y a lot, idk if I can say “I’m butch” if I’m straight. 

However, despite all that, I am not…the optimal or ideal …or stereotypical? big, strong, masc woman. I am small. Small and scrawny. Greasy, wiry bastard. I’m athletic! I run for hours everyday! I work out! I tend to my family’s farm by hand! But uh…still, short, unnoticeable muscle. Nobody looks at something kinda heavy and thinks I can carry it. People laugh when I even suggest the concept of me fighting someone.

My height and difficult-to-notice muscle can upset me greatly. Like how can I be a big strong lady in this economy? Every character or person I look at that I want to be like…is about at least twice my size, or twice my mass. Like??? I’LL NEVER HAVE THE SAME VIBES, I’ll never achieve that! It’ll never be the same! 

I guess it’s a pretty common thing to feel but it’s not something I’ve really felt before or about anything else. 

Ik you’re into BG3. I haven’t played it, I don’t intend to. I think if I get it, it’s not a matter of if but when it’ll break my computer or my me. 

But…I know Some stuff…I know a little bit about Lae’zel. Like uh…frog lady, warrior or knight, rude, devoted? …uh…something about licking sweat?…xenophobia? idk that’s not my point-

My point is, like…she gets big buff lady privileges, she’s treated the same as I see most big strong ladies I wish I could look like get treated. I thought she was a particularly big strong lady for awhile! But I looked it up and like…She doesn’t have that much visible muscle at all! It’s like, mostly armor. And she’s the shortest of the party too???? But she’s regarded like she’s huge and intimidating and like…ahhhh WHATEVER WHATEVER!!! It’s kinda stupid, it feels like it’s weird to dwell on this sappy stuff towards a character idek and I got two other questions I’m late to answer. I said I wasn’t gonna give a whole lengthy story. Just like. Thinking about her existence as a character and her character’s reception just…makes me feel better about myself. So she’d probably be a big contender for the status of “Comfort Character”.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity?

OUGH extracurricular??? I am…or, ig, was homeschooled in a state with some great loose restrictions. So when it came to school, we liked to play some of it fast and loose. Our neighbor obtains a dead boar and gives it to us? We gotta turn it into dinner? Gather around children, it’s time for some… biology dissections. That type of deal.

I did have some actual “extracurricular activities”, or ig since I was homeschooled they’d be called “hobbies”. Um…I was on a chess club, I wasn’t good; I did ballet, not well; I did tap, briefly; I did piano, with the least amount of passion;……I was not a great student. But I like to talk about them!  I keep forgetting I did all of that. They were fun, my skill and gripes aside. 

I do still run for fun. I started when I was like twelve, and discovered nightcore, and got filled with energy, and realized I cannot dance. I can sprint tho! So I’ve been running, for hours everyday, to music, ever since. Even though I do art, I’d consider it very separate from my education. So “track” or “cross-country” probably has to be it. 

I did also begin learning to code recently with some…questionable free code camp website. That’s pretty fun!

46. Favorite holiday film?

OOO hm. Okay. I always have it in my head that I don’t like holiday films but that might not be entirely true. I just watch them outside of the holiday, have some unconventional choices, or just dislike the ones my family always chooses. 

Idk if the exact definition of a ‘holiday film’ is a film based around a holiday or one viewed every time a certain holiday rolls around, but my favorite that might qualify for both is Jaws. We watched it every 4th of July for good while and it was probably the first horror type movie I’ve seen, I felt like a rebel for it but it was always my parents’ idea. 😂 I’ve loved horror ever since so maybe that started me down this path!…unless it’s not actually horror.

I’d love to hear about those Christmas movies you love! I have not settled on a favorite Christmas movie! I suppose I’m difficult to please.

I keep mixing up Christmas With The Kranks and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, but I think I really enjoyed one or both of those. I ALSO LOVE A CHRISTMAS CAROLS omg, every A Christmas Carol movie, my absolute beloved. The Muppets one will always be The A Christmas Carol to me tho.

There was also It’s A Wonderful Life, I have had the WEIRDEST experience with it. I get why people don’t like it, but I’ve always firmly believed that the best way to experience a movie…is talking over it with friends and family PUT THE PITCHFORKS ASIDE FOR A MINUTE. We aren’t having full conversations the whole time but, for me, the movie watching experience just isn’t right without hearing occasional comments and thoughts and opinions and memories and predictions from company throughout the experience. No matter what movie or show it is. I think it’s a big part of why I can’t watch anything alone without going at an ABYSMALLY sluggish pace. I was raised on Reaction Videos before Reaction Videos were a thing XD

I watched It’s A Wonderful Life for the first time at home with my family last year, and a rarity happened: we all HATED it. Maybe one of us will not enjoy a movie but this one we were all groaning and checking the minutes left. It just felt like Nothing was happening and it was dragging on and on. The second time I watched it was actually later in the month, in a movie theater, with some brief acquaintances from a Women’s Group of sorts, in an attempt to make friends and the like. My mother came with but she was sitting a row behind me, a few chairs away. And I was sitting next to The Hostess and an old lady attending who couldn’t hear very well. I absolutely could Not talk, I am fully aware of theater etiquette and how much other people dislike it. So I didn’t talked. And actually? I actually liked it the second time around????? I asked my mother after and she liked it better too??????? Idk what it was, maybe it was bc we were talking over it at first for the magic of the movie theater experience but I just really liked it better. And that’s probably the closest to Christmas magic I’ve seen….okay, okay, second closest but we don’t need to get into it right here.

also, idk WHAT is going on with The Polar Express…but I think I’m messing with it. I’d need to rewatch it but I think I was a fan of…whatever was happening there <3

And ofc you can’t forget Die Har—[the Time based SAW trap I was trapped in the whole time goes off and kills me immediately for Not. shutting up.]

[macbethz]

fuck it manchester black design tierlist

this man has never been drawn consistently in his LIFE so here are my opinions on them rated from best to worst

1. any Doug Mahnke

YOU CANT. OUTDO. THE DOER. Literally the og. this man has been drawing manchester black for 25 sluttly slutty years and shows no sign of stopping. my one complaint is that he has never drawn him with purple hair since his debut. #Sad!

2. Mike Perkins

Literally only drew him for a fraction of a single issue but I really loved it because it was a nice balance between his original design and the more scrawny design they've been going with recently. really keeping him looking pathetic while still bringing in the original facial structure of the mahnke look. he looks like hes high as balls. 10/10

3. DC animated

this is the design that brought him to the wider world and it really is so so good!!! I love how they incorporated the piercings and more punk elements despite those not being a huge part of his design before. Probably objectively the best design just in terms of like. shape language etc but i am a little comic biased what can i saw

4. Duncan Rouleau

I have to give this design credit for coining the percings and tripp pants look but unfortunately at this point in his career it seems Duncan had not yet mastered the human face and its very clear in every panel

5. Mikel Janin (and associated superman and the authority designs)

this design at first enamored me with morrisons writing and its skrunkly ratlike swag (which is especially visible in longer range shots and exaggerated expressions see image 2). but unfortunately he did turn Manchester into purple constantine for the remainder of the run and that i can not abide. the level of patheticness is so good but unfortunately Janin made the mistake of thinking he needed to be a twink to be that pathetic. incorrect! he now does not read as the same character!

6: Teen Titans

im not even calling out a specific artist here because they are all guilty to me. This design is so bad. I hate it so much. It bleeds 2014. it is SO early new 52 trying to hard to reinvent the wheel. why is his hair red. why is he supposedly 19. the redesigned tattoo is an interesting idea but it simply does not look good. i really hate that every time you google manchester black this specific image pops up like 20 times and its somehow even uglier than him in the normal art style of that comic. And you know DC wants to forget it too because they've basically pretended this comic never existed when discussing his past. also the comic run this was in characterized him so god-awfully that it made me physically ill

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 079

It’s the Zeno Expo!  Fun for the whole family! 

So the idea here is just to have a few matches featuring fighters from Universes 7 and 9.  There’s no prize on the line, this is just to give the Zeno from the other timeline a chance to see what all the fuss is about before the actual Tournament of Power. The first match is Majin Buu vs. Basil, and starting out, Basil seems to dominate Buu. While everyone reacts to this development, U9′s Supreme Kai, Roh, gloats about how his team of three represents the strongest warriors of his universe.  They’re all furries, and brothers, and they’re called the Trio of Danger.

So yeah, get used to Roh, because we’ll be seeing a lot of him over the next 20 episodes, give or take.  Unlike the other Supreme Kai’s we’ve seen so far, Roh comes across like a shiftless schemer, and he’s much more outspoken than his Destroyer counterpart, Sidra.  I’m pretty sure the Angel, Mohito, never says a damn thing.   So when you think of Universe 9, you’re generally thinking of Roh.  He’s sort of like one of those scrawny heel managers. 

The problem is that Roh does not matter to this story.  At all.  Gods can’t participate in the Tournament of Power, and his reactions to the Grand Zenos’ rulings are irrelevant.  The same holds true for all the other gods introduced in these episodes.  There’s an Angel, Destroyer, and Supreme Kai for all 12 universes, and they’re all here to watch this thing, and that means 36 characters with no real agency.  And we’ve already met seven of them in earlier episodes, but now Toei’s trying to cram in screen time for the other 29 and it just... doesn’t matter.   Roh kind of gets a pass for having more personality than the others, but he also seems completely unfit for his position, and you sort of have to wonder how he got the job in the first place. He’s the sort of Kai you look at and wonder if Zamasu had the right idea all along.

Anyway, the fight’s pretty good.  Basil really deals a licking to Majin Buu, who just keeps getting back up and loving every moment of it.  This is all fun for him, and it all feels a lot like when Buu first debuted on Earth and wrecked Gohan, Dabura, and Vegeta’s shit.  It says a lot about Basil that he can fight at this level, but Buu’s a hustler.  You think you’re doing okay against him, and then he gets back up and reveals he was never hurt at all.

Fortunately, Basil has a lot left in the tank, and he has some trick to make his feet glow, which makes his kicks hurt worse or something.

But he still can’t put Majin Buu away.  Then, Mr. Satan takes a hit from some debris kicked up from their fight, and this enrages Buu.

Buu clobbers Basil with authority and eventually knocks him out of the ring.  The U7 guys think they just won the match, but that’s not how the Zeno Expo works.  Ring-outs don’t decide anything.  The fighters have to keep going until one of them can’t continue, or until the Zenos express satisfaction with the match.

So Basil climbs back into the ring for more, and Roh angrily tells him to win.  Basil shouts back that if Roh wants him to win so badly, then he should give “it” to him.  “It” being some sort of object that Roh tosses to Basil, and it gives him super strength when he eats it. 

Little something for all the furries out there. 

Beerus cries foul, since this would be flagrant cheating under the rules he’s used to, but again, the Zeno Expo doesn’t work that way.  It’s no-hold-barred, anything goes. 

So they resume fighting, and Basil once again goes toe-to-toe with Buu...

And they each do big power moves to the other.  Buu gets up from Basil’s attack...

And Basil survives Buu’s ki blast.  At first everyone thinks this is going to become a long, drawn out battle, but then Basil’s body gives out on him and he collapses.  Buu is the winner.

Huzzah!

Buu returns to the others and heals up Mr. Satan.  Good, I was worried that they had gotten away from Majins being able to heal people, but Buu could do this in DBZ, and if he can still do it in Super then they haven’t ditched the idea.  Of course, it hardly matters much, since this is the only fight Buu has been in since Beerus kicked his ass, and he sleeps through every story arc.

So Buu gets a post-fight snack, and now it’s Gohan’s turn to fight. 

[thenightling]

Fright Night (2021 comic)

I finally got the opportunity to read the 2021 Fright Night comics based on the original 1985 movie. It starts a lot like the Fright Night movie sequel. It's set in 1986. Much like in sequel movie Charlie is seeing a therapist and is broken up with Amy but unlike the sequel movie, Charlie still knows vampires are real but he has enough sense to pretend Jerry Dandridge was just a serial killer. Okay, first the good... The comics have a retro feel and the inner artwork resembles the 1990 Now Fright Night comics. These new comics are from American Mythology productions. So it actually does feel like a comic book from the mid to late 80s or early 90s. And it borrows a lot from Fright Night: Part 2 and the New Fright Night comics, right down to a group of vampires wanting to revive Jerry Dandridge and Evil Ed still being alive. There are even nods to Tom Holland's Peter Vincent one shot comic from a few years ago by bringing up the Peter Vincent fan club. And the variant cover art is excellent. The more common cover resembles a Now comic, while the variant is the more dynamic cover with Peter Vincent holding a cross and looking heroic. _________________ Now the bad: The interior artwork is not very good. It feels retro but it's also rough and sloppy. And Peter Vincent looks NOTHING like Roddy McDowall. I don't know if that's a copyright thing or what. In his illustration on the back of Tom Holland's Fright Night: Origins (Book one of the new three part Fright Night book series) Peter Vincent looks like Vincent Price, which I'm okay with. Peter Vincent is drawn with a goatee, which I don't really like and it's kind of distracting. He's also been given oddly dark skin. On some panels he even looks like a person of color, which I'd be fine with if the cover wasn't obviously a white man. The villain is a woman vampire like in Fright Night part 2 but instead of being Jerry Dandridge's bisexual sister, she's Jerry Dandridge's bisexual maker out to revive him from the dead. There were only two issues. I don't know if the comic has been quietly discontinued or not but if it had continued I am pretty certain Peter Vincent's very wholesome and innocent friend / assistant / college student that he's mentoring, Danny (female presenting but I could be mistaken)... is a dead character walking. She's a sweet heart, Peter loves her. Peter even says the dreaded "What would I do without you?" so I was like Oh, yeah, she's gonna die... Either that or end up Charlie's new romantic interest. The bullies Charlie is dealing with are very Stephen King. And by that I mean they have no motivation other than that they are jerks. I read what they say and do to Charlie and it's like "...Why?" They're targeting him for having survived a serial killer? Amy's grown out her hair and learned self-defense because she defends Charlie against his bullies. Um... Girl power. Except Amy was played by a very short, very scrawny, Amanda Bearse. And this "new and improved Amy" looks nothing like her. I only realized it was supposed to be Amy because Charlie said her name. And finally... the group of vampires needed an INVITATION to enter a MOVIE THEATER! Did these people even SEE the first Fright Night movie? They need an invitation to enter a HOME, not a business. Jerry Dandridge did not need an invitation to enter the night club where he enthralled Amy in the movie. Needing an invitation to enter the movie theatre is like a joke from What we do in the Shadows and completely took me out of the story. I've seen bad role players do that at inn settings. Vampires need an invitation to enter a HOME, not a public space! I'd really wanted to read this for nearly three years now and I'm sorry to say I can tell why it only had two issues. I'm kind of disappointed.

[tehkusogaki]

I'm seeing a lot of people in the comments disparaging this remake, but I do want to go into a few reasons why it doesn't look as strong as the original.

Now of course no one is immune to nostalgia goggles and it's very easy to have that "they changed it, now it sucks!" instinctive reaction, so I am going to try to critique specific things and go into why I think they don't work as well.

First, I want to point out the composition of these two shots and specifically where the focus is.

In our original Hiccup and Toothless literally meet in the middle. With both Toothless and Hiccup pushed off the edge of the screen.

In this version they kept Hiccup fully in scene, but look how the focus of the action is now off to the side. We aren't focusing on either character-- they're both still pushed off to the edges of the screen-- but it's no longer both of them coming together in the middle, but rather Hiccup taking up the scene with Toothless starting to invade it.

Now this bit may be a little nit-picky, but look how perfectly the curve of Hiccup's hand matches Toothless's snout in the original in a way they don't in second image. They are so close, running parallel to each other. That's a very powerful image, and the remake doesn't quite match it.

I see a lot of people in the notes saying the lighting sucks, but no one explaining why. Looking at the bottom pic, you can see it actually has a greater value scale. There are a lot more midtones. Why is this bad? Because the action disappears into the background.

In the first pic there is a clear line of action going from Hiccup's arm to Toothless. By having these the lightest areas in the shot your eye is drawn to them. Then the darkest parts are Toothless's body and Hiccup's vest and hair which make them pop from the background. The most visible part of Toothless is his eye. There's a little bit of highlight on his scales and there's lighter midtones around his body to help clarify his silhouette, but we are drawn to his eye because of the light on dark contrast.

In the lower pic there is some highlight on toothless's scales (look at all that Texture! Wowee! We sure can put our computers to good use adding in details), but why is that the part on Toothless that stands out? Why is that important? Hiccup's arm kind of disappears into the background, and I can see more detail in the background than in our main character. The light sandy beach wants to draw my eye down, but there's nothing important there.

Now I put these in black and white to better see the contrast, but back to the color version, the background is mostly cool tones with warm light settling on our characters: another way in which the first one makes the characters stand out.

The only thing really catching my eye in the second one is that the greens are maybe too green? I'm not getting the same delineation of foreground and background.

There are a few other things to be picky about.

Like Hiccup's costume. Now I don't know enough about costumes to confidently pick it apart detail by detail (and honestly can't make out enough details to do so anyway) but what is one of Hiccup's defining traits? His scrawniness, right?

Look at that skinny little arm reaching out for that dragon. Look how that thin strip of lighter colored fabric visible from under his vest accentuates how slender his trunk is. Look how clearly you can see how he leans away from Toothless even as he reaches out for him. You can see the hesitation in his arm through his slightly bent elbow.

I feel like the bulky, loose costume on the actor makes him look bigger than he should and obscures body language.

Now here's the part where I want to remind y'all that art is subjective. These are some of my thoughts on this, but are by no means the only way view this. Also, please be nice to this kid. He got a chance to play a favorite childhood character. I'm sure he thought it was pretty cool to be given the opportunity and is trying really hard to live up to the role. None of the things I've pointed out here are his fault. Don't be a dick! Actors are people too.

I don't like that this is a thing. But I'm sure many people really tried to put in their best effort into this. Don't let your ire with Universal/DreamWorks for making a cash grab of your childhood nostalgia turn into harassment of artists and actors. I've seen that happen too frequently.

And remember: animation isn't an inferior art form, sometimes it really is the best medium to tell a story in.

httyd got live actioned. trailer just dropped and its uh. hm

idk what i was expecting but what looks like a shot-for-shot remake except with ugly ass high definition cgi that detracts from rather than enhances the cinematography really is. well it's a choice.