#MANBUN PLS

[seraphdreams]

hobo eren is too fine, that mf looks like he clapped a bitch so hard, he gave her triplets. i want my clit sucked like a tender oxtail smothered in gravy. he is the epitome of daddy/father

pause, you want your clit sucked like A WHAT !???

[what-the-stark]

“I heard it was your birthday, so I come bearing gifts.” Loki does indeed hold a gift-wrapped box containing 100-year-aged scotch, but the real present is perhaps how he’s dressed: a studded leather jacket over an old Metallica t-shirt, with skinny jeans so tight it’s a wonder he still has circulation in his legs, and his hair up in a messy bun. “Also consider this a definite thank-you for, you know, saving the universe. Happy you’re still here. Really.” @intheformofstars

"Really," Tony repeated teasingly in the same tone, his eyes a little dark, one corner of his mouth curving as he leisurely looked Loki up and down. "I'm glad to hear it, always nice to be appreciated." Approaching to ostensibly examine the box, he tugged lightly on a ribbon and slanted a glance upward, his expression amused and more than a little wicked. "So...gifts plural. How thoughtful. Are they all in the box, or are you included in the register?"

[bomikalover]

The possibilities...

All 3 of the other kids have their hair styled(even Chapa, whether it be dyeing or pushing her hair up or down), and I just wanted the same for my boy Bose. The only time his hair is different is when he's wearing a silly wig or hat or helmet 🙄 (and if Luca doesn't want to style his hair, then that's fine 💕). Even if it's just a simple scene of Mika doing his hair, I would gladly appreciate it. (new hairstyle + a cute bomika moment!)

[44hive]

kostas needs to get rid of his man bun bc i keep thinking he’s darwin

[sutorus]

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DESCRIPTION: gojo satoru and geto suguru are the jewels of your university. glued at the hip, you have your eyes set on one of the best friends, but you should already know to expect double the trouble with this packaged deal.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

WC: 3.8k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, some derogatory terms like s!ut :c), university!au, frat!au, characters are in their 20s, oral (fem receiving), gojo is a douche (sorry!) with a soft spot for you, gojo and geto are both taller than reader, gojo wants you sooo bad you don’t even know, dubcon if you squint, annoyances to… something else!, implied 3sum but that’s for part 2 ig bc i got tired. enjoy!

A/N: first fic here yayyyy pls support (kiss kiss

they were those boys in your campus. every university had them, or so you’re told. the ones to be proud of, but also weary of. the ones who could show you a good time you’d probably regret the next morning. the ones you’d tell stories about and never really forget.

at your school, that was geto suguru and gojo satoru. you heard they knew each other since high school, best friends back then and best friends now. they were part of the most infamous party house, the most awarded college teams, the most scandalous groupchats, the most torrid bathroom stalls conversations. everybody knew them, every guy wanted to be them, every girl wanted to be with them. you know the drill.

and although this was only your second year, you’d had enough run-ins with them to know exactly what they wanted — and what you wanted, too.

the two were truly inseparable despite not being all that similar, just like brothers. considering the stories you’ve heard, that proximity would be almost weird if they weren’t so hot. but that’s a can of worms you don’t want to open and, most importantly, don’t need to open in order to sit on geto suguru’s dick.

because of course it’s geto. 

sure, gojo is hot — in a really fucking annoying way. in a way that makes you want to slap that stupid grin off his face every time he ogles you and your friends at a party. you’d go for it, really, if you didn’t have to live to see the next day. you knew gojo would never let you act like it never happened, and not in a romantic way, but in a disgusting braggy way. 

gojo satoru is hot as fuck but you’re not built to handle him, if you’re being honest. not innocent enough, not devoted enough, not googly-eyed and pink-glossy-lips-drooly enough. gojo satoru was complicated like that. he came with a warning label as big as a cvs receipt in which big bold red letters warned DO NOT TRUST. and you knew better, anyway. 

but geto? geto was pretty much perfect. his looks were sweet, dark and kind of edgy, like a black kitty with really sharp teeth. he had really cute fuck me eyes and really big veiny hands and a really cool manbun and you wanted to sit your ass on his fat sick. it was simple math. 

the only thing that preoccupied you, though, was his reputation. and not his manwhore reputation or his party animal reputation or his fucks-hard-and-doesn’t-cuddle-after reputation — no, who cares about that. what worried you was his reputation with his best friend gojo satoru. 

ever since you enrolled at your university you’ve been hearing rumors. apparently, the two of them were so close that they shared everything. everything. 

would never let a brother go hungry and all. 

so yes, there was the slight possibility (only corroborated by, i don’t know, the hundreds of girls you’ve heard the same story from) that geto would want a threeway. 

you, having sex with gojo satoru? you can’t say you’ve never thought about it. you did have that one class together, your freshman year. in retrospect, the fact that he was your senior and taking the same elective as you should’ve been enough of a red flag. 

by the end of the first lesson he came up to you and told you to text him if you ever needed any materials for the class, almost sounding sincere before shrugging and saying, “i’m just on top of things. by the way, would you like to be one of them?”

and scene. 

that was your first impression of gojo satoru. 

if you two fucked a year after that initial offer of his, would it be comical or tragic? he’d never look at you the same way — that is, he’d stop looking at you like he can see your tits through your shirt with x-ray vision and start looking at you like he has seen your tits because he will have. and that sounds annoying. 

but whatever. you’ve heard the stories of how gojo fucks, after all. it’s not like it would be a bad time. 

and tonight seems like the perfect night to make a stupid decision like that because geto looks so fucking delicious in a hawaiian shirt (how is that even possible?) leaning against his yucky frat’s wall and sipping a beer. 

god, you want to bite him. is that weird?

“is that weird?” you turn to shoko, who so kindly accompanied you to another house party with the promise of free, gojo-sponsored liquor. “i want to bite geto.”

shoko looks disgusted, all too acquainted with your ramblings about the guy. her eyes scan around the room before settling towards the kitchen. “i’ll leave you to it, then, and go get a drink. do not abandon me until i’m drunk enough to be by myself in this shithole.”

you nod to her before she’s off to get her fix. and you’re gearing up to get yours, adjusting your skirt and correcting your posture until a too familiar, grating voice yells out from behind you:

“yo!” 

you sigh, rolling your eyes before turning around. 

“gojo.”

he throws one of his long arms over your shoulders, pressing your sides together. your fingers absentmindedly go back to your skirt, pulling it down. 

gojo has to lean down to talk to you, his face hovering over yours. you can feel how hot his torso is against you, his white shirt already completely unbuttoned. it sends a shiver down your spine. 

“long time no see, cutie,” gojo’s breath is warm against your ear, his voice high to be heard over the music. he gestures with his solo cup, “how are you finding the facility?”

you look up and give him a tight smile. “gross as always! is there something you want, or…”

he laughs heartily, and you feel his whole body rattle against yours. you huff in annoyance, antsy to get a word in with geto before he’s occupied. 

“so mean to me!” he looks down at you and if it weren’t for his sunglasses, that he wears indoors at nighttime like a dick, you’d be able to see his eyes looking right down your cleavage. “just when i was coming here to do you a favor.”

you can’t help but laugh at that. 

“what in the world could you possibly do for me?” he lifts an eyebrow and your finger flies up in between your faces. “don’t answer that, actually.”

“i came here to tell you a very interesting secret,” he sing songs right into the shell of your ear, earning another shiver from you. you take the cup from his hand and sip, too distracted to know what it tastes like. nibbling on the plastic rim, you gesture for him to go on. 

gojo’s smile grows that much darker, that much more sinister, a dimple appearing on the side of his cheek. 

“a little birdie told me suguru’s dying to screw you tonight.”

your demeanor must visibly brighten at that information because gojo lets out another lurching laugh. your eyes instinctively zero in on geto, across from you, who’s either doing a really good job of pretending he doesn’t hear the two you talking in the doorway or is genuinely clueless as to what his best friend is saying about him. 

you force yourself to regain your composure, shoving gojo’s solo cup into his bare chest and wiggling out of his hold. “and you care because?”

but you suspect you already know the answer to that. he puts his hands up in mock surrender, and god, your height difference is kind of reeling. 

“like i said, ‘s just a favor,” you eye him suspiciously. he continues, “he wants to fuck you, you want to fuck him. i’m just being a nice guy.”

right. nice guy. 

“and who says i want to fuck him?” you try to play it cool, even though you probably know as much as satoru knows as much as suguru knows that you’d crawl on your knees towards geto right now if that meant you could put his cock in your mouth. 

and who could blame you? 

“playing dumb?” gojo pokes your cheek. his voice grows thicker, “cute. look at you,” and he does, hungrily, eyes scanning your entire form and making you feel oddly self conscious. 

he snakes a hand around your waist and leans in close again, whispering into your ear, “all dolled up just for him. in class with me you show up in other dudes’ hoodies but for darling suguru you dress slutty. everyone knows.”

you inhale sharply. what is he playing at? is he trying to get into your head or what? people dress up at parties, people want to fuck people, it’s a thing. god, gojo is so unbearable. 

you scowl up at him. 

“first of all,” you rip his hand from your waist and he lets it fall limply by his side. “second of all, again, how is that any of your business? salty you can’t get laid without the hotter best friend’s help?”

gojo just smirks, huffing out a chuckle through his nostrils. “you don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart. although i have to say, i do worry about you…”

“what? why?” you can’t help sounding sincere at his words. he twirls a piece of your hair with his index finger. 

“‘m just saying, what kind of best friend would i be if i handed you off to suguru without taking you for a test drive first?” gojo’s disgusting, he’s audacious and cocky and it’s doing something to you. you find yourself uncharacteristically quiet as he continues, “i mean, for all i know, you just might break once he gets inside.” 

“you’re ridiculous,” you manage to utter, feeling too small and too warm. geto is no longer in your line of sight and neither is shoko and you rapidly start to feel like you’ve fallen into the lion’s den without realizing. 

“you know i’m right,” and you don’t, really, you don’t think he’s right at all but why do you want to prove him wrong so badly? “c’mon, baby, lemme break ya in a little.”

that seems to snap you out of it. “ew. you’re disgusting, where is—“

“ugh, i love it when you degrade me,” he groans sardonically, hand leaving your waist and grabbing your hand instead. “come on. i’ll take you to him.”

whatever that feeling was just then, you shake it off and relunctantly let gojo guide you through the sea of bodies in his living room, the two of you earning some whistles from his friends. eyes too busy scanning for geto, you’re surprised when you suddenly end up in front of the bathroom. 

“quick pit stop!” gojo tries. you roll your eyes. 

“you won’t even try to take me to your bed? like, you live here,” you say. 

gojo is grinning. “nah, nah. room’s for the main attraction,” he winks and turns the doorknob, letting you go inside first. what a gentleman. “this shouldn’t take long.”

the bathroom door muffles the loud music outside, leaving your ears ringing in the silence. gojo looks like a douchebag, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, shirt unbuttoned and wet with some sort of liquor, and your eyes do not dare scan any lower than that. 

you suppose he is a douchebag.

but he sounds so painfully sincere when he whines low in his throat, “wanna kiss you so bad.” 

you laugh at his face, pushing yourself up to sit on the counter. 

“i’m serious,” he says, taking a step forward. you instinctively open your legs a little to make more room. 

“you want to what, ‘break me in’, you said?”

gojo laughs and that doesn’t sound sincere at all. he takes another step towards you, slotting his hips in between your thighs. 

“suguru’ll like it sloppy,” and that’s all the explanation he gives you before he’s closing the distance between you two, crashing your lips together. 

you should be feeling ill at his words. you should be pushing him away. if you had any self respect, you would. 

but his hands on you feel so good, he’s kissing you like, yeah, he wanted to so bad. his grip on your hips is almost bruising, pulling your body closer to his so he can grind against you. 

you moan into his mouth and he’s quick to return it, tongue pushing up against yours hungrily. you feel like you’re being devoured, the kiss all encompassing, but it’s not bad, it feels so so good and gojo is so good and—

he breaks your kiss to command, “wrap your legs around me,” and you do so immediately. 

his hands push your skirt up, grabbing your ass and pulling you that much closer to him. you tug on his hair, grinding down hard against him, and he lets out the sweetest, most pitiful moan that sends your head reeling. 

“gojo…” you say his name but you don’t know what for, don’t know what you want or what to ask or what to say, all you know is yes and good and more. “satoru—“

gojo whines and presses his lips to yours desperately, grinding his hard on against your clothed pussy. he’s big, you can feel him all over your cunt, and you suddenly need all these layers between you gone. 

“fuck, let me see,” he swallows hard, pushing your shirt up fully. “lemme see those tits baby, that’s it—”

you puff your chest out when gojo pulls your bra down. you expect him to go for your boobs but instead he goes back in for a kiss, panting into your mouth. 

god, it’s too much. for how collected he acts one hundred percent of the time, seeing gojo satoru disheveled is a power trip. 

“touch me,” you mumble against his lips. 

he gives you a few pecks, nibbling your bottom lip before pulling away. 

“fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” gojo says, one hand grabbing your tit and another pulling your panties to the side. the cool air on your dripping core makes you shudder, and you feel yourself gush at the slightest brush of his fingers against you. 

he bends down to pop a nipple into his mouth and you arch your back, gripping his hair hard, ‘cause apparently he likes that. you both let out a unison moan as he sucks, saliva audibly swishing inside his mouth. 

you know it’s gonna leave a mark, he’s gonna leave a lot of bruises as he bites and sucks and keeps you distracted while he slips a finger into your wet core. 

you suddenly regain conscience and remember the man working your body with nothing more than his hands and mouth probably has a pretty painful big hard cock inside his pants, so you reach out to help him. 

“wait,” he says, mouth popping against your breast, “wait, you can suck it, i just wanna—i gotta do this first, lemme—“

that’s all he says before giving you another kiss and dropping to his knees. 

you’re obviously not going to complain, you can neglect his dick just fine, nevermind the fact that you want it inside you immediately. but in the meantime, gojo’s got two fingers pumping in and out of you and he’s about to put his face between your legs. 

it’s beautiful, it’s a lot, you want it so fucking bad and it shows. 

“so fucking wet, all f’me” he lays his tongue flat against your clit and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, making you groan in anticipation for what’s to come. “been thinking of this pretty pussy for so long.”

“yeah?,” you whine, brushing some hair away from his face before coaxing his head closer to where you want it. gojo moans in response and starts working his tongue in tight circles over your clit. 

fuck, is gojo satoru in a frat bathroom the best head you’ve ever had? he might be, with the way he expertly rubs his fingers against your walls, instantly finding that spongy patch that makes you jut your hips out. 

“fuck, right there,” you grind against his face, delighting yourself in the debauched moans he makes against your cunt. not only does it feel good, it looks so fucking hot and you can’t tear your eyes away. “stay right there, you’re so good.”

the way he eats it like he needs to, like it’ll save your life, like this alone is enough to make the both of you cum, you can’t help the too-honest praise tumbling from your lips. 

“yeah? tastes so fucking good” he mumbles, rubbing a thumb over your clit. you nod, bottom lip held tightly between your teeth. “play with your tits, baby, those juicy fucking tits, do it for me.”

you obey, head hanging back in pleasure. you keep one hand anchored firmly in his hair, your fingers gripping so hard they start to tingle. 

you shove his face closer, earning a deep groan from him. he noses at your pussy, replacing his fingers in your entrance with his tongue, fucking in and out of you. your breathing has lost all rhythm, your chest feels tight and on fire and a bead of sweat rolls down your back. 

you can faintly make out gojo asking do you like this? just like this baby? and all you can say in response is a string of “yeahs” and breathy little moans. they almost sound surprised, and they might be, because every twist of his tongue and every brush of his fingers knocks the breath right out your lungs. 

it’s so much pleasure that it doesn’t make sense. you think, suddenly, this is why people do drugs, this is why people develop addictions because you have no fucking clue how you’re supposed to live without gojo satoru between your legs from now on. 

“satoru. i wanna cum,” you whine, mind to mouth filter completely obliterated because all you want to do is fucking cum for gojo satoru. message relayed. 

“fuck yeah, baby, you wanna cum? i’m gonna make you cum?” he’d sound pathetic if you didn’t know how much of a whore he was. his fingers go back inside you and speed up ever so slightly, his lips wrapping around your clit. gojo’s tongue works you over and over and over and all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and the sound of gojo swallowing every few seconds. 

he doesn’t stop, mumbles his dirty talk right into your pussy, like fucking cum for me baby cum all over my face yeah do it i’m gonna make you cum so hard god you look so fucking sexy wanna fuck you so bad, and you don’t want to know why but it makes you all the more intent in coming the hardest you ever have. 

you grip gojo’s hair and grind into his face mercilessly, revelling in the gurgling sounds coming from between your legs. 

“ohhh fuck, fuck, satoru i’m so close, just keep doing that, yeah just like that—“ gojo groans, using his free hand to play with your nipple. 

it’s too much, it’s too good, the coil in your belly that’s been building up since you started entertaining the idea of maybe getting laid tonight finally snapping. 

you’re sure you’ve never been this loud as you cum, hard, you can feel it gushing out of you and right into gojo’s awaiting mouth. with ringing ears and trembling legs, you find purchase in his hair as you keep cumming for him. 

the muscles on your thighs seize up as you ride out your orgasm against gojo’s face, your feet trying to find any sort of balance or solid ground. but you wiggle desperately in his hold, the man below you fulfilling his promise of drinking every last drop of you until the two of you are satisfied. 

you’re catching your breath when gojo finally pulls away from you, his face and neck flushed as you’re sure yours are. your back falls against the foggy bathroom mirror, chest rising and falling dramatically as you catch your breath. 

he finally stands up, sneaking a very obvious hand down his pants to readjust his erection. once he catches your gaze, he smirks at you. 

you try to roll your eyes, you really do, but what comes out is a slow, languid blink. you’re completely fucked out and he loves it, leans in to kiss you so fucking deep you taste yourself all over his mouth.  

before you can do anything else, anything more or less than kiss him back, you hear three knocks on the door. 

they’re gentle, nothing like the sound of a pissed off college student, murderous because you’re hogging the bathroom. 

gojo pushes himself away from you, grinning. “right on time.”

he grabs both your tits in his hands and plants a wet kiss on one, then the other, before pulling your shirt back down. 

you’re still dumbfounded, your overworked body slumped against the bathroom counter. 

before you have time to react, gojo’s opening the door to let geto suguru in. 

your body jolts, legs closing shut in what’s almost abject horror. you nearly forgot he’s what you came to this party for. 

it feels like you got caught red handed, and it must show on your face because geto shakes his head and laughs that pretty, sexy laugh, waving a hand around to tell you it’s okay. 

“please, don’t stop on my account,” are his first words to you tonight. 

you would say something if you weren’t sure your voice would fail you. but like usual, gojo satoru can’t stay quiet for too long.

“all done. she’s too easy” he announces cheerily, but the funny thing is, he doesn’t leave. instead, geto lets the bathroom door close behind him as he crowds in. 

you realize this space is far too small for two very tall men, most definitely far too small for whatever is about to go down between the three of you, and your calming heart starts to race again. 

“hey, pretty,” geto reaches out and wipes the side of your lip. “having fun?”

you can only nod, looking at gojo satoru of all people for answers.

he looks at you like he hasn’t just eaten your pussy with the intensity of a starving man, like he wants to do it again, right now. 

geto is sporting a similar look of hunger, looking between you and gojo and quickly assessing the situation that just happened here. 

this is weird. this is so fucking weird and so stupidly hot. 

“wanna take her for a ride next?” gojo asks geto like he’s not talking about a person, like you don’t have a say in it, like you belong to the both of them to play with, and it turns your brain to mush. 

geto smiles, handsome and dangerous. 

“what do you say, honey?” this time he addresses you. you swallow hard, looking between the two men in front of you. gojo grabs the outline of his hard cock through his pants, a reminder that whatever this is, it isn’t over just yet. “down to have double the fun?”

[sjkezz]

friends | sjy

pairing: jake x reader | genre: fluff

cw: petnames, kissing, swearing

[notes] i havent been having motivation to write due to personal reasons but im trying to write and feed yall something for your boredom. so please bare with me 🙏🙏( if yall want me to do any stories of enha x reader, pls dm me. i'll promise i'll do it. even if it takes a little time )

summary: you and jake have been friends. if you say it like that. the thing is, both of you are friends but both of you have this flirty couple relationship at the same time. so sometimes, you wonder if jake actually mean it whenever he calls you baby or sweetheart because that's what friends do right? are you sure both of you are just friends?

"jake where the fuck are you?" you texted. you have been waiting for jake for 15 minutes. you started to think that he just told you to wait for him so you could waste your time and he left you, forgetting about your existence. jake is the heartthrob in school and he's mean and cold to others. but whenever hes with you or with enha, your friend group, he becomes a golden retriever. you were about to go until you heard someone call you, "y/n!" jake was running up to you. you rolled your eyes and scoffed. "sorry sweetheart, mr fitz dismissed us late again." jake reasoned. you were in disbelief. "really jake? for 15 minutes i waited for you in the hot sun just for you to give me such a lame excuse? im done" you went to leave him but he pulled you by the arm.

your hands landed on his chest and both of you made a long eye contact which could be mistaken as a staring contest. "im serious, please" he pleaded. to be honest, you werent even listening to his pleading. his brown hazel eyes attracted your ocean blue ones. his denim jacket, grey sweatpants and the white top made his appearance more hotter. the manbun that he had made it 10x better. your legs were going to give up right in front of him and the other students right then and there but one of jake's fangirls' voices were heard. both of you broke the eye contact and started running to his house.

laughter filled jakes room. you were laughing whole-heartedly due to him telling you a funny story from his childhood. "then i told him that i drank milk from the cow itself and he still didnt believe me" jake rambled. you were smiling very wide asking yourself how grateful you are being friends with him. you were staring lovingly at his face while he was explaining about his story about him and his father with gestures that hes making which makes it 10x funnier.

soon he stopped talking and you asked, "why did you stop? it was interesting" "i know it's interesting by seeing the loving look on your face sweetheart" he said and winked. you avoided eye contact and went on your phone, trying to ease the awkwardness that replaced the mood.

"y/n, i have to tell you something" jake randomly told you. you put down your phone and nodded to tell him to continue. "so i know that both of us are going to graduate soon so im just going to tell you this right now to get it over with before we part our ways. the truth is, im falling in love with you y/n. i started to have feelings for you since prom and i have been wanting to tell you but you seem so happy and i didnt want to mess up our friendship. i didnt want to have an awkward moment with us after im confessing so-" he was cut off by your lips being placed over his.

the kiss was gentle, no lust or desperation present. both of you stopped due to the lack of oxygen. "yes jake, im in love with you too" you said. his smile beamed from ear to ear. he swears that this is the best day hes ever had. "well, let me make up for my love to you, my lady" he said then started to kiss you. the kiss was rough. his tough slid in and both of you were fighting for dominance and of course he won. a small moan slipped out from you. embarassed, you stopped kissing him and covered your face. this is your first time making out with someone, especially jake and of course you didnt want to mess it up if it means that both of you are going to be together.

"um jake? i really dont wanna go into it right now. i wanna go slow with you, our relationship please" you pleaded. you are a virgin and you also dont really know how to be acting during sex. you dont even watch porn. you want to be innocent and pure until you graduated from highschool. jake understood what you meant. he didnt want to take advantage of you so he respected your words. "well do you wanna watch true beauty together?" he asked. you nodded and both of you started watching true beauty episode 9 on his laptop. you were really lucky to have jake not as a bestfriend, but also as a partner. you couldnt imagine what you'll be right now if it wasnt for jake. lets see where fate takes both of you. will it be a road with ups and downs, arguments and sadness or will it be all unicorns and sunflowers, no arguments or disagreements?

[innaillus]

manbun Taiju pls

[tonycries]

Gojo could invite himself over to see if getting his hair tied really feels THAT good

*whispering in your ear like devil*

fucking gojo with hello kitty hair clips holding his hair out of his face. tiny ponytails with sparkly pink scrunchies all over his head. maybe a hairband with a pretty bow on it,

it's devastating bc i swear he would rock the look too. stupid pretty man >:(

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

That's so DEVIOUS HNGH. He'd look so stupidly pretty with it while Sugu's rocking the hottest manbun you've ever seen. And one (1) hello kitty clip you had to 👀convince👀 him to put on.

Ugh I need someone to draw this pls I beg.

[vavoomed-for-crowley]

Crowley Cosplay Test

Finally, I was able to test my Crowley Cosplay. I am still working on the wings but the rest of the costume is finished. I am very happy with the result and want to share it with you, as long as the journey to the end result. I went for S2 turtleneck Crowley.

Feel free to leave some feedback but pls remember to be kind!

and because I am scared the wig won't last long, I also ordered another wig to Cosplay manbun Crowley as well.

Read for more for the full journey of the costume

Because honestly, there went so much wrong with the Cosplay, I was ready to give up a couple of times.

1) the wig

I ordered a red wig but it was too bright. Usually, there are two common ways to dye a wig but they wouldn't work for me. So I ordered colored hairspray but they delivered the wrong color. I didn't get a refund so I didn't dare to order again. And I couldn't get the same color hairspray at the shops. So instead, I got face paint and hand-dyed the wig layer by layer. It took me around two hours.

I styled and fixed the color as usual by Got2Be hairclue.

2) The easy parts

I had the black turtleneck and the pants at home. My pair of pants broke two weeks ago but it's easy getting another pair of black pants. The new pair are much tighter but since Crowley always wears very tight pants, I am fine with it.

I got the scarf from Etsy. The shoes are second hand. The belt can't be seen but it had a gold snake as a belt buckle, which I painted black and kept the eyes gold as a reference to Crowley's eyes.

3) The vest

Usually, I can trust Amazon with the size charts. It always fits. Well, except this time. Crowley wears a black leather west with a very deep V-neckline. I had to choose if I get a black leather vest or a vest with a similar deep neckline. I chose the second option. But when the vest arrived, I am telling you, David Tennant himself wouldn't have fit in it. It was HUGE. I could've worn it as a dress. And I can sew. But this was so complicated that a friend had to help me out. We had to reschedule our meeting three times and spent an entire day on that thing.

4) The coat

The collar of Crowley's coat is very special and most coats with such a collar are very expensive! I spent about 4 hours of research to find a perfect coat that I could afford. But by the time I could order it (like a month later), it was sold out and I spent another 2 (!) hours looking for an alternative. It was a bit too big but my friend helped me to sew it as well.

5) The glasses

I got these pretty cheap from AliExpress. It was easy to remove the unnecessary temple stem at the top of the glasses. This was, next to the scarf, the easiest part to do.

Yeah. Well, that's it for the outfit. I will do an extra post for the wings sometime later.

[roe-and-memory]

lightning and his cringe little ponytail because he has a “mullet” (refer to roes art) so its too long to be comfortable on his neck sometimes but its too short to put in a real ponytail or a manbun so he compromises by putting it in one of those tiny little ones that makes him look goofy as hell. sally laughs at him every time and hes like pls leave me alone its either this or a haircut and im not Ready for that yet.

and like his hair is curly too so it ends up looking like poppys hair from trolls because it cant curl properly . it makes him look even sillier

[celestie0]

mappa pls s4 eren w manbun in upgraded odm gear PLSSS 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

[alitgblog]

not to spoil the next halloween fanart i'm doing but it's seb and it would make sense if he wore a hat for the costume (like it wouldn't be out of place and clear i added it to avoid drawing his hair)

but i wasn't going to at first because i feel like his manbun is very iconic but now i'm realizing i'm not sure if i want to draw it that way. point is:

fifth option also doubles as a "you're the artist: you pick" option which tbf i might veto the result of this poll anyway we'll see but i'm torn rn😂

[bvckbiter]

I know people like to talk about Al's funky gender stuff so what are your hcs on that?

First of all i love love love any idea that has al be into some sort of genderfuckery. like, no one would name their kid alabaster but an edgy #NotLikeOtherDemis anti-authority teen figuring out their identity would name themselves that 😅

that being said i personally hc al as a trans man. there’s something so pleasing to me about sorcery being a (typically) female-associated craft but al deciding he’s going to do it his way, for his own ends. (addtl context that might help here, i hc that hecate children’s rite of passage is constructing their own magic system if they want to properly channel their own specialties/brands of magic; like maybe potions are a fixed system due to preexisting properties in ingredients blah blah blah but incantations aren’t. lamia’s specialty was curses, al’s is combat spells, and lou ellen’s is transformation hehe)

some more hcs for trans al below the cut:

His dad was a bit (a lot) of an occultist, but in the typical white man “ooh look im so great and intelligent for tampering with forces beyond my control” fashion… so naturally he had some pretty narrow-minded views about women’s roles and behaviors. Al was v much a child who wasnt expected to speak unless spoken to. (Al will never understand what the hell Hecate saw in his dad).

He started growing out his hair on the Princess Andromeda and got comments for it “i thought you wanted to pass better” and he’s initially bummed because he wants!! A manbun!! Theyre very manly!! And eventually he does get to grow it into the manly manbun of his dreams, only it’s 2 years later and everyone he wouldve wanted to see it is dead <3

Uses 13-in-1 mountain spring scented wash type of shit

big big fan of sweaters, but hates the cable-knit type of shit bc its itchy and shows his figure. give him some baggy clothes pls he does not wish to be perceived. also his combat boots are crazy heavy he likes the stompy stomps and how durable they are

he said nothing to claymore about it but claymore is very perceptive and figures it out quickly enough after hecate sends them off together. and claymore just never brings it up until al lets smth about needing certain hygienic products slip, but even then doesnt bat an eyelash and carries on with the conversation as he normally would, and al literally feels relief flood his body

((Pre-op al, if thats not obvious enough. Double sports tanks/bras are the way to go.)

He literally does not care if he doesnt have a certain appendage dangling down there he will manspread the fuck out of anywhere he sits. (A lot of it is due to the fact that he just has terrible posture when sitting down so he just sliiiides in his seat until his legs are all over the place)

ethan was trans too and al was crazy jealous of ethan’s arms… howd he get them so SWOLE

luke was his first supporter ok he would steal shit from the camp store and fight anyone who tried to pick on al… al was diehard loyal for a reason

i have more but these are all i can rlly recall for now HAHAHAHAHA

[thegayangeldeservedbetter]

PLS HELP ME I ORDERED A COLLAPSIBLE CHAIR FOR A CON AND I WILL COSPLAY MANBUN CROWLEY I NEED IDEAS ON HOW TO SIT ON IT IN CHARACTER THANKS (I want to be in character when I'm sitting too. I will sit a lot probably because my legs are weak :( ) if you could illustrate with any kind of doodle that would be even better. just for the laughs.. I mean for visual presentation of course

[sunlightandsuffering]

Which version of Eren is foot fetish Eren? Because I think this matters a lot. For normie Eren with his new gf it would be his secret fetish, he’d be like “can I pls suck ur toes?” 😔 all embarrassed; cabin Eren would see it as an act of pure love for her 😭; Marley Eren buys Mikasa a fucking of stockings; and manbun Eren, well, thats basically What You described until now, focus on “babe I want to cum on your feet”

Y'ALL HELP OMG ANON UR SO FUNNY!!! U DID ALL OF THEM OMG!! Honestly might be hobo Eren tho, the man definitely screams i'm into kinky bullshit and i'll be ur daddy, like no doubts

[lightningandfireinmybones]

that danish actor as a face claim for dalton? im sold, especially with his manbun pics. thank you voliakaya for doing the universe' work and introducing us to him

PLS THE MANBUN PICS!!

I think he’s the perfect mixture of charming, charismatic, and irreverent for Dalton