#LL number five
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angorwhosebabyisthis · 2 years ago
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brain, suddenly: hey time to be in physical tears about monkey tree and five
me: well alright then
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angorwhosebabyisthis · 1 year ago
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LOVE! THIS! GUY! THE FUCK! ernest this is amazing i'm fucking Losing It
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Got a new notebook and decided to put something from @angorwhosebabyisthis LL tag
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michroxs · 4 months ago
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“You’re my species. That doesn’t make us friends.”
hi sorry im five posting again (very much self indulgent)
(headcanons and playlist under cut)
here's my five playlist for anyone interested !
and as for headcanons:
- he has a lot of moles from the time spent on islands
- piercings! so he could use his legacy with them at any time (also they look cool)
- his nose has been broken before
- scars from training/ fights
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1millionmymelodys · 4 days ago
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Fivevevevevevevevehvwhwhwvwh
His hair is a bit darker than I wanted, but overall I’m satisfied with his design, I honestly didn’t rlly like the first drawing I did of him.
Also I like his dumbass little boots.
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alik-kallpa · 2 months ago
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LL characters as (more) things my friends have said:
Part I
Sam: Discrete on my math till I quadrilateral
Nine: So, John, how does it feel to be a domestic terrorist?
Maiken: "they look...pronouns!!"
Sam, about Where’s Waldo: He’s kinda fine low key
Six: Dmang
Six: Damng
Six: I misspelled my misspelling
Sam, to Stanley the cat: You would be one of those moms in the eighties that was in Moms against metal music
Sarah: I WOULD FUCK A GHOST! JUST NOT ONE THAT I WENT THROUGH PUBERTY WITH!
Ghost: If Nemo refuses to save me while I’m drowning, my first and second option are Max
Max: I love how I’m the first *and* second option
Nemo: The first option being yell for Max, and the second option is yell louder for Max
Max: Third option is call emergencies
Nine: “I’ll get a puzzle piece earring just for you”
Five: “wtf”
Nine: “hey, autism speaks✊😔”
Caleb: Random question, do you like milk, and also how tall are you
Einar: Fuck you
Sam: "yeah its like a 2 million word sonic bible fanfic"
Sarah: " .................. oh god”
Sandor: “There’s a difference between drunk driving and drunk crashing, and I don’t crash”
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ll-but-its-random · 2 months ago
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booksandmemes · 3 months ago
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So... the ending of Neverseen happened to me.
If I had a nickel for every time my favorite character was revealed as a 'traitor' at the end of book 4 in the series, I'd have 2 nickels.
Which is a lot, considering how specific that scenario is.
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This is just a nitpick, but something I sometimes think about in the LL books, is how in the world Nine came out of that mog cell with even an ounce of muscle. Like the novellas and the main series have some inconsistencies. In Five’s Betrayal Nine is described as looking malnourished, and in the Power of Six John describes him as being all strong and buff, (despite the two books being pretty much lined up time wise). But it still remains consistent that Nine is powerful and muscular looking. But that confuses me so much, because HOW?? The books explanation is probably just the loric charm, or Nine’s legacies. But how is Nine not exhausted? This child has been working out nonstop, with very, very little food. And you don’t get buff from that, you get weak and tired, and whatever muscle is left is probably all damaged. Like Nine would not be ripped, at best he would probably be frail and a little toned. Like I know this really has no impact on the story, but I just think it’s really funny that when John finds Nine, he’s all energetic and ready to fight, and like not absolutely burnt out. You would be horribly ill if you spent a full year doing nothing but over-exercising (and being held captive lmao). You would not look like some huge gym bro.
yes yes yes and also, literally how was five surviving on his island?? i know pigs being kept as livestock is mentioned, but five also talks about surviving off coconut meat and such. i REALLY don’t think bro was getting enough nutrition.
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justaskingaround · 10 months ago
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This song as Five killing Ethan then Eight being killed by Five.
(He) was a bird I was an arrow Both of us sure we were Sword and a sparrow
Still when we flew We never knew
There in the air I felt (his) feathers First all at once Then all together
When I went through That's when I knew
I'm a killer and a killer is a bad, bad thing to be (He)'s a giver and a giver's even worse to folks like me 'Cause I never really wanna be the one to hurt somebody But it just keeps happening, yeah it just keeps happening
I was a bird He was an arrow I was allured By the straight and the narrow
What could I do? His aim was true
Straight to the heart I let it happen I couldn't hardly Have ever imagined that
When he went through me He'd hate what he's doing And make me feel stupid For choosing him too
'Cause I'm a giver and a giver is a bad, bad thing to be He's a killer and a killer's even worse for folks like me 'Cause I never really wanna feel the hurt from anybody But it just keeps happening, yeah it just keeps happening
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michroxs · 8 months ago
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college life is just having the same hyperfixations u had in sixth grade
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ll-but-its-random · 3 months ago
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John: Hey guys, what color shirt am I wearing? Sam: Gray. Marina: Grey. Ella: Grey. John, to Nine: Now tell them what color you thought it was. Nine: ... dark white. --- *Post battle* Marina: Are you okay? Adam: Yeah, I'm fine. Marina: You're injured. Adam: I just got lightly stabbed. Marina: YOU GOT STABBED?! Adam: Lightly. --- Nigel: I’m the kind of person who likes to think things through. Ran: I saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire. --- Sarah: John, are you seeing anyone? John, blushing: No, no, I’m not, why? Sarah: Because, you should really see a therapist or something. --- Sam: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [IM SORRY] Malcolm: What's that? Sam: Remorse code. Malcolm: ...I'm not angry anymore. --- Flight attendant: Please make sure all of your small items are secured. Nine: Do you feel safe? Ella: I will murder you. --- Isabela, about Einar and Five: Are they lovers? Duanphen: Worse. --- Taylor: What the fuck? Lexa: You'll have to be more specific. We get a lot of 'what the fuck' situations around here. --- Kelly: Do we have any orange juice left? Ivan: *pours the remaining juice into his cup* Ivan: Sorry, we’re all out. --- Five: I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but they were justified. John: By what? Five: My character arc. --- Nine: What’s going on? Kopano: You want the long version or the short version? Nine: The short one, I guess? Nigel: Shit’s fucked. Nine: Oh. Well, that’s definitely not an optimal situation. --- Caleb: Want to hear a hard riddle? Isabela: Sure. Caleb: A rooster laid an egg on a roof. Which way did it roll? Isabela: Down. I thought you were supposed to be smart. Harder one next time please. --- Nine: Whatcha working on? John: Lawson wants to know what kind of Legacies we have. I'm letting him know that's private information. Nine: *leans over to read the email* That just says "fuck around and find out". John: ... Nine: I like it. John: I know. --- Marina: Aren't you supposed to be asleep? Ella: I'm supposed to be a lot of things, but alas. --- Five: Today's word of the day is: Dipshidiot. Someone who is not only a dipshit, but also an idiot Eight: Alright, you can stop looking at Nine.
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aroace-number-eight · 2 years ago
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booksandmemes · 11 months ago
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I have a headcanon that Five prefers to have Einar to his right because that's where his eye is (was it his left eye that was stabbed?) but when they're alone he sits on the other side 'cuz he has ceiling high walls and needs to bring them down for maintenance every once in a while.
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Five didn't deserve all of THAT ;-;
💯💯💯
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metranart · 1 year ago
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“How about—how about you give me a daughter, huh?” He panted out, grinning like a maniac, his incisive too sharp, pupils’ way too blown, hair wild and sticking over his sweaty forehead. “I bet she’d be pretty thing, just like her mommy.”
ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.
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Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 5)
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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.
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Keigo pulled out, fully out of you just to shove himself to the hilt, slamming your cunt so viciously, the breath was knocked out of you. Words and pleas got stuck in your dry throat, you didn’t know how to stop him. This wasn't happening, not with Hawks—the Number two pro hero in the country. He was your favorite Hero. Please, someone make him stop.
“Fuck-... so, sooooo tight.” He praised, bathing your neck in abandoned smooches, “I knew it, it had to be your sweet pussy—” and throwing his head back, grinned like a love-struck fool and began pistoning in and out of you like a madman. 
He was fucking you so violently, you couldn’t find your breath to scream. You merely sobbed into his bare shoulder, and he let you. There was no one around, all the houses empty from working parents and studying students. You were at his mercy. No one would hear you and somehow, you wished he had never saved you.
“How about—how about you give me a daughter, huh?” He panted out, grinning like a maniac, his incisive too sharp, pupils’ way too blown, hair wild and sticking over his sweaty forehead. “I bet she’d be pretty thing, just like her mommy.”
“Ngh~” you wailed, but he couldn’t interpret the sound, neither could you. 
“Yes, yes, I know you´ll love it, too.” Keigo daydreamed, “she’ll be Daddy’s little treasure,” he hummed, pulling back and flipping you onto the ground, your face and tits splashed against the cold concrete as he lifted your hips a little, straddling you when you attempted to stand. “Almost there, love—” said, tenderly patting your ass and slipping back inside you, started thrusting with swift abandon at the new angle.  
“Mmh… Fuck, you’re still so tight—!” Hawks chuckled breathlessly, rutting into your softness with frenzied exhilaration, devoutly massaging the skin on your hips with his thumbs while thrusting. 
Berserk hips colliding with your ass cheeks at the rhythm of love, not an inch of restraint or mercy while forcing his heroic cock inside your virginal pussy. He had been making an utter mess of you for the better part of twenty minutes already, and now you were no more than a sack of bones sprawled on dirty concrete, no more tears in your eyes, only pitiful moans and occasional groans when decided to fuck you in a different angle or position. 
“S-sorry about this-” he mumbled, and groaned, burdensomely, kissing your cheek as if it would comfort you. You felt warmth permeate inside of you, and knew he came, for the third time. “Shesh—you’ll think I’ll be done with that, but I just feel so fucking driven, still…. FUCK! I’m so, sorry, kid.” He did sound remorseful but didn’t stop. 
You didn’t respond anymore, too numb by something very similar to pleasure but more intense, pain had left your body in the first five minutes of him forcing himself into your resistless, utterly slaved pussy, and were reduced to take it, as Hawks often like to babble, ‘like a good fucking girl.’
A part of you hated him so bad, and another part knew it wasn’t his doing, not entirely. What had his feathers all ruffled up and had him drooling like a dog in heat was your fucking quirk, twisting his mind and charging his sexual feat. And to your despair, you thought you knew what needed to be done to end this assault, it would be a torrid lie -another problem to deal with later- but as long as he believed it right now, it could be your way out. 
“Hawks~” you mewled, and the noise of your sultry voice alone got him harder. 
“Yes, baby bird, what do you need?” he fluttered with happiness at you finally sounding less disgusted, “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable—is the bed of feathers not soft enough?” 
At some point while flipping your body to his liking, set a rug of red feathers which chased your bare figure for you to be at least comfortable while receiving him. 
You were far too cramped, not deep enough and he was huge, and no number of different angles or positions would help him reach deeper than he already was, the bulge under your belly button a firm sign that he couldn’t bottom out as would like to, yet he felt a wave of pride, at seeing you take it like a real champ. Not eager but at least you weren't crying anymore.
“It’s o-okey…” you mumbled, feeling him keep you effectively anchored to his groin. You were on your side now as he lay behind you, one arm wrapping around under your waist while squeezing one of your breasts as anchor and his other hand lifting your leg up, knee flush against your side, spread wide for him to slid easier, hitting your cervix on every incessant shove. 
“Haw—Keigo.” You remembered he wanted you to call him by his civilian name, and to your surprise it had a better effect than you anticipated.
“Oh my God! It sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth, goddamit-” hearing his own name had practically made his eyes roll back into his skull, it was addictive, and soon needed more. “Say it, please, baby—… don’t leave me hanging......say it again. Keigo. Please....fuck, please, say my fucking name, baby. I just…” he melted into your warm body, lips brushing against every inch of your face as he kept pleading, forehead sweaty and face red from exertion, but the thing that shocked you the most was the way he cupped your jaw with a gentleness you never expected when the rest of his body was moving so violently, so spirited, “—I just need you to say it.”
“Keigo.” you conceded in a sultry purr, and he squeezed your breast harder, without hurting you, carefully spreading your leg farther up for him to get a little deeper, but it wasn’t enough. Your body was still resisting every swing of his hips. “You have to let me spoil you, baby—” he practically begged, unable to stop himself, he could feel your rattled heartbeat through your back against his chest and he loved the closeness, the way you were finally listening to his demands. “I need to take care of you, my mate.... I need you to come on my cock-…. please, baby bird, come for me —”
“I don’t think I can do it again, Haw-… Keigo.” The shiver running down his body echoed through your own skin at the use of his name, so willingly, so natural.
“Yes, you can, just one last time.... please-…. let me take care of it,” he swallowed hard, hips stuttering while trying to dial it down a bit to let you chase your own pace “You´ve been taking all my loads so well inside this beautiful baby-maker.... this is the last pull to be able to close my rut, luv.... I´m so fucking close-” his wings instinctively flapped “but I can’t come until you do.” He insisted, and you sighed, you didn’t want this to drag on any longer than it had, so, you nodded, once.
“Oh, I can't wait,” he cooed dizzily, as if the mere thought of you taking the lead even for a short lapse made him tipsy, “I'm all yours, your to command—tell me how you want me to make you come?”
“Eh-h...” you stuttered, once again, he really loved when you did, and you tried to use it against him, even so, once he had pulled out and was now eagerly waiting for YOU to tell him how to rip a new hole in your cervix again, you couldn’t find your voice. You just wanted it to end. “Well...I—”
Hawks nodded his head reverently, waiting with bated breath for your next words and as if sensing your hesitance, he peppered your forehead with greedy kisses. Fuck, how his teeth ached to bury in the skin of your shoulder and mark you as his, he yearned to fill you a thousand more times in this dirty alleyway, but he was worried about your well-being, you were still a pup compared to him. So, he promised himself to take good care of you, and tucked you safely away from any other male, he had called dibs and now you were fucked...or at least that was what his rut commanded. 
“I-…. with your mouth.” You braved out, expecting for that to work, but it didn’t. 
“No can do, kiddo, I need to double coat your insides white one last time, remember?” How the fuck did he was able to blast such horrid and lewd phrases without even be fazed about it, was beyond you. But the worst of all, was how this sick, trademark humor of his actually had an effect on your traitorous soaked pussy.
“Mphmmm....well, then-… what is your favorite position, Keigo?” His eyes almost sparkled at your interest, feign but well-aimed, and he beamed, flapping his wings excitedly. 
“My—My favorite....” he felt like a kid on a candy store, “I mean—… I already twisted you like a pretzel for the last hour.... I think I did everything I want......except—”
Your eyes opened wide, expectation shinning on your orbs, whatever he says you´ll do just to end this martyrdom.
“Yes?”
“Well....” he laughed, a little sheepish and you blinked at him, in all the time you had been with him, you had never seen his confidence fail, and that picked your interest. “You can tell me, Keigo.” You encouraged and he acquired a sitting position, abandoning your body on the sheet of feathers.
“I want—I want to sink myself inside some warm pussy.... -yours preferably...since you are MY mate, you know.” You merely nodded, fearing that contradict him may cause a dry humping on his part, “—while we are six feet off the ground.” He shared, all sheepishness forgotten, “That´s it.”
You didn't know how it happened but what was supposed to be your wish, turned into fulfilling one of Hawks' deepest fantasies, and there you were, your legs encircling the hero's waist as he flew up the alley, your shirt at least covered the side of your breasts but still Hawks didn't allow you to fully close it, begging you to let him see your breasts sway to the rhythm of his love, or at least, that's what he assured. 
And once having reached the height he required, the birdman sheathed inside you once more, his hands digging under your rear as he maneuvered you up into the air. You prayed that no one would see you, and Keigo assured that no one would, since his feathers would form a shield. 
So, you concentrated on letting him set the pace that he needed, and like before, soon became ruthless.
Never ending pumps while he whined desperately, his forehead firm against yours, eyes set in a slit as he concentrated to keep his pumping fluid while still floating in the middle of the air, “Shit, baby... I didn’t expect for this to turn me on so fucking bad, fuck! .....are you even close?”
You weren't, but you knew what that meant. More fucking until you came first. You strived to achieve the requirement of his rut. Please, you needed this to stop.
“Get as horizontal as-as possible so I can...so I can ride you at my pace.” 
You didn't even have to say it twice, when his feathers already formed a red platform on the sky where he laid placidly, you on top straddling his erect member, his eyes focused on your figure, Keigo wanted to memorize every detail of your body moving over him while you were hunting for your orgasm.
“Use me, love, come all over your mate´s cock.” He mumbled, kneading the fat of your thighs and you started to hump him. 
Your movements were erratic and sometimes his dick slipped out of your overused pussy, your breasts bounced up and down between the folds of your open shirt, your pretty hair fluttered in the wind like a banner that Keigo wanted to braid and comb in a thousand hairstyles, and your plump lips were parted, soft little moans escaping them every time your pussy greedily devoured his cock, DAMN IT! Keigo was close, and no doubt you were too—…. But the winged Hero had already changed his mind, and didn't want this to end, never ever.... when was he going to have you like this again, on him in full will and desire? Was he going to have to become a villain in order to keep you? Was he willing to do that? YEP. Were you willing to do that? Probably NOT.
His hands around your hips innocently tried to contain your thrusts without you noticing but it was too late, Keigo's selfishness would not bear fruit, since he felt your blessed walls tightening on him, and the gasp torn from your throat along with your trembling frame falling on his bare chest was more than enough to know that you had come, without a doubt he was close, so fucking close from just seeing you perform on top of him like a fucking goddess taken out of the same heaven angels must come from, even so, he didn't want to be so close, not anymore. 
He wanted you. To be honest, he had been lying to you for the last twenty minutes, since the third time he came inside you turned off his rut completely, leaving him sated and satisfied. He just hadn't counted on the strong need he would feel, this selfish and macabre desire that ran through every fiber of his body, wanting to keep you for himself, you were HIS, he had been your first time, the first one inside of you... .it was only fair that you stayed with him. His girl, his baby, his fucking everything, fuck.... he was close again... this was going to be a painful load, so he hugs you tight against his chest.
“Here it comes, baby, you gonna be a good mate for me and take it all again?” he ceased his gentle stroking on your back in favor of digging his fingers among your soft mane. “Fuck—…. answer me, MATE.”
“Y-yes, Haw...Keigo.” And that did it.
“Then take it all inside that slutty pussy of mine....” His wicked croon had an effect on you, among his dirty words and his ravenous mouth stealing licks from your delectable neck, tempting you, ordering you to follow him over the edge, and soon you felt that familiar twinge in your womb, No! nononono Please... not again. He felt it too and took advantage of it. “Come for me, baby bird. Come on my dick while it fills you to the brim.”
You gagged on your own moans. You did not want to cum again. Not for him. Yet here you were again.... letting him stuff you with his putrid essence while you came undone sobbing and gasping for air for the tenth time that day. “That’s- that’s it. FUCK!” Keigo came soon after, a sonorous yelp- as if HE was the one being raped, ripped through his throat to then slowly and in all serenity, descend on a cloud of feathers until both touched the ground again.
“Well. Fucking. Done.... -Little bird,” his words drawled against your throat, Hawks still submerged in the goading sensation he greedily gained with each prolonged press of your weeping slit against his flaccid cock resting inside you. He didn’t even bother to pull out of you.
His breathing was still heavy, cum sipping out through at how full you were. You looked so ravishing like that, he felt like a real pervert.  
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I didn’t mean to laugh-” He hadn't even realized was laughing, but it was hard not to when felt so utterly fulfilled and blissful. Nevertheless, you roll your eyes at him, spoke of a whole different story in your case.
You choose to stay flat on the ground to let the strength in your legs slowly return. Itching to drag yourself as far from Hawks as humanly possible, the only problem there was that he was still inside you.
“Could- Could you pull out of me?” your lips were tight, and your voice sounded strained, “Please— …. Just let me go?” You felt more than tired, physically and emotionally drained.
“Just let me hold you.” He pleaded, possessively dragging your limp body inside his warm and impossibly strong embrace, flushing his entire body against yours, holding you tight as if you could get away at any given moment. “I just- want to hold you against me.... as long as I can.” He hummed, kissing your cheek again. 
Never going to let you go, baby bird, you are mine. Was that thought his? his rut? or your quirk? Guess, he´ll find out soon enough.
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aroace-number-eight · 1 year ago
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@angorwhosebabyisthis
Today's Seal Is: The Devious Devourer
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