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witchthewriter · 1 year ago

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Probably a weird question, but which HP characters do you imagine as LGBTQIA or/and POC? (Because let’s make Joke Rollling/She Who Must Not Be Named… ANGRY!! 😏)

I would LOVE TO! J.K.Rowling is Rita Skeeter to me. Also you should look up 'The Worst Witch,' because it's basically Harry Potter.

𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬

Most definitely black, or what if she came from an Indian family who wanted her to marry and the Wizarding World was her escape? She studies hard because this new world is a second chance for freedom!

I also wish Hermione was bisexual/pansexual. She and Ginny, or even she and Cho would make such a gorgeous couple!

𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑨

I think it would have been cool if she was an albino (I am so sorry if that's not the right way to say it. I don't want to offend anyone). Her long white hair, pale skin, translucent lashes and brows. With beautiful purple eyes (this is actually how I imagined the Targaryens to look, not just having white hair).

She is definitely demisexual; only feeling attraction after developing a friendship first. I can also see Luna as trans!

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀

I've seen some fancasts and fanart of Harry with his ethnicity being Indian, or Pakistani. Which I'm completely okay with. Maybe even James is half black, and that makes Harry a quarter, so it's still noticeable - and another thing that the Dursley's are horrible to him about.

I think Harry is Bi/Pan - I have this headcanon that he had a crush on Oliver Wood, and Katie Bell when he was in first year.

𝑹𝑶𝑵

I honestly just see Ron as a normal hetero male. Honestly, there's nothing queer about him at all. But he is very supportive of his friends and family as well as the LGBTQIA+ community. He would always be at Pride with whoever asked him, and have anyone's back who needed it.

And the Weasley's are known for their red hair, so I think I would keep their heritage/ethnicity the same!

𝑫𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑬

YES, THIS MAN IS A GAY MAN. But I feel as though he's very monogamous; he will love one person, even if they do not love him back, for the rest of his life. Like with Grindelwald, Dumbledore couldn't stop the feelings he had - even though the man was turning into a pretty evil one.

𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑷𝑬

His sexuality always confused him. Because he was in love with Lily, truly in love with her. But sometimes he found James attractive, and he hated himself for it.

Shows himself as straight, but I think he's bisexual or at least bi-curious.

I think for his ethnicity, it can be the same. Pasty white skin, black hair, hooked nose. Maybe his family distantly came from a Mediterranean island?

𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶

Oh, I think keeping Draco white ... and maybe all the Death Eaters white would be saying a lot. They're basically Nazi's. So that wouldn't change.

Draco is most definitely bisexual. He was so in love with Harry, feigning it as hate. Knowing everything about him, staring at him from across the room. When he was younger, it was easier to see it as hate. But then when he turned 16, he felt a pang of desire for the Potter boy and the self-loathing began.

𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬

Falls in love very easily, but usually with a woman. Not to say he's completely hetero, I think he would be bi-curious, but I think he wants a wife with a big family.

𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑫

I actually think Fred would be polyamorous. The kind where the girlfriend is allowed another boyfriend, not like Sisterwives. No, no. Fred would be totally cool with having a wife who has a boyfriend, and they all live together. Fred's a little fruity as well. I think he's one of those people that 'don't like to put a label on things.'

𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺

Pansexual. Pansexual. Pansexual. Doesn't care if you're trans, he loves a person for who they are, what they believe in, rather than what their bits are. One of the reasons why he ran away from home. He hates tradition.

I think the Black family could be from Sicily, I know that's not necessarily POC, I think with their darker features, they would easily reign from there. And Sicilians are known for always distinguishing themselves from any other Mediterranean culture.

𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑼𝑺

He always thought of himself as straight. But that was until he met Sirius and he developed such a big crush on him. I think Remus would be Biromantic towards women but Bisexual towards men.

𝑪𝑯𝑶

WHY THE HELL DID ROWLING CALL AN ASIAN PERSON, "CHO CHANG," PUT THEM IN THE "SMARTEST HOUSE". It's racism. That's how I see it. She does this with many characters, and it's ridiculous.

Anyway, I have no problem with Asian representation. But what if Cho was Native American? (I know Rowling made that whole other school but it was really problematic so to me, it doesn't exist).

Or have Cho as Chinese (maybe give her a proper Chinese name), and we can have another main character...like Hermione, or Katie Bell as Native American. I just think it would be interesting to see an exchange student from another country as well.

𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑵𝒀

Lesbian. Poly lesbian. All those boys she went out with in Hogwarts were actually just beards. And she was having a secret relationship with another girl in her year. However, the polyamory doesn't come out until she's in her 20s.

𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑳

Polysexual; sexual or romantic attraction to people with varying genders. Polysexual orientations include bisexuality, pansexuality, omnisexuality, and queer, among many others. Basically, he can be attracted to anyone. But Fleur was the one who captured his heart fully and wholely.

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑬

Asexual; I know he isn't in the movies (WHY?!) but he spends all his time with Dragons, and I think that will always be his main love and passion.

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angelst4re · 1 year ago

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hii ash!! me againnn! so i was wondering if you could like do a little cute moment with jamie and poc reader cause i don't see a lot of those. basically like every day or something she has a new hair style and he's so curious about it and stuff or like him helping her take down her knee length braids (bc for whatever reason we love hella long braids 😭)

hi lovely!! this idea is just so <33 i don't think i've written for poc reader yet which is mad!! but this was so cute to write <3

Personal Hairdresser- Jamie Campbell Bower x poc!Reader

summary: in the request!!

warnings: none!! :)

notes: i remember writing this, but i also don't remember writing this? like i remember planning it out and everything and i've just seen it in my drafts?? this is crazy! anyways, i'm sorry this is pretty short but i really wanted to post it now!! <3

Jamie has always loved you hair, and it was always a mystery to him how it would be so different every now and then. The different colours, lengths and styles always intrigued him, and a few months into your relationship he finally plucked up the courage to ask about it.

He felt silly when you told him they were all different wigs! However, he also asked to see the ones you owned, as the few he had seen were all gorgeous, he knew he would love the others.

He gasped when you showed him your collection, and was drawn to one in particular. It was a cherry red colour, and it held loose curls. You showed him pictures you had taken in it, and you saw how his eyes lit up with nothing but pure love and adoration.

“You’re always so gorgeous, darling,” he told you, “always the prettiest in the room.”

You smiled at his words, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him, and he felt the same towards you.

Fast forward a few months, you told Jamie how you were thinking about taking your braids out. You’ve had them in for a while now and were thinking about changing your hair up again. Jamie seemed a little disappointed when you told him, it was so obvious that he adored the super long braids you’ve had, so long they could almost touch your knees! However, he was so excited to see what your hair would look like next, what colour it would be, what length it would be. He couldn’t wait to find out.

When you told him you were thinking about taking them out tomorrow, he volunteered to help you. You told him it was a long process, that it may take a few hours, but he still insisted on helping you.

So, the next morning you began taking them out, and showing Jamie how it’s done. You put on some music and sat down with some snacks, and the two of you got to work.

"I'll do the first one," you told him, "and you can see how it's done."

Jamie nodded his head, focusing on the way your fingers gently pulled the braid apart.

"So what are you thinking about doing next?" He asked, his eyes trained on what you were doing.

"I might just keep it natural for a little while," you said, "have you ever seen my natural hair?" You asked curiously, turning to look at your boyfriend, who was thinking.

"I think so," he said, although it sounded more like a question, "wait I have! The first night I stayed over, and we showered together."

You watched the smile creep onto his face as he thought back on the memory, but you quickly switched up the mood he created.

"Wanna try?" You asked, handing Jamie the scissors.

Jamie was gentle as he snipped the bottom of the braid off, too worried to cut it where your actual hair was incase he cut off your hair.

"Am I doing this right?" He asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"You're doing it perfectly, love." You said with a smile, watching his face, painted with concentration.

He pulled apart the braid, carefully combing it with his fingers, working his way up to your waist, your shoulders and eventually your head. He continued to be so gentle with you as he worked on taking it out.

He felt so happy that he could help you, and he promised you that he will always be your very own personal hairdresser whenever you needed him.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower x reader #jcb #jamie campbell bower rpf

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derpdonaby · 5 months ago

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Decided to talk about my ocs after all (would love critiques)

Let's start with my first and favorite Blake Rivera!

She's gone through quite a few changes so let's start from the beginning when she was just a basic white girl that I made because I had red hair at the time and decided to just run with it

Used gacha at the time cause I lowkey got obsessed with gacha music videos a few years back. Nothing special, liked the name, just a basic tomboy.

5/10 though

Skip ahead a couple months where I did nothing with her and boom

Still kind of a basic tomboy with just a little more flavor but these changes really set her on the path to where her design is now.

5/10 because at the time her full name was Blake Richards (was a fake name I used in chat rooms when I was younger)

Now skip ahead like a year and my friend has sims4.

As we were making her we were giving her very eurocentric features at first and it was just bugging me but I didn't know what to do so she just ended up as a very VERY tan caucasian so I did much research and decided that Colombian features were GORGEOUS, changed her features to match, and this was when I started fleshing out her character more so she wasn't just kinda there.

7/10 Here is when she became Blake Rivera! Still love the hair but also still kinda disappointed in myself that I didn't do more because looking back on it her features were still very European.

This one is a VERY big jump because the COD Modern Warfare update came out and someone made a bird au of it on tiktok (iykyk) and I joined their discord server.

(Not my art this is a picrew)

Looking at it rn I kind of have a love hate relationship with this one. I liked that she finally has a different hair texture and it's not just straight but I don't know, just not very satisfied. Made a lot of lore for her but it's all based around this cod bird au and so most of it isn't canon to her base.

6/10 cause honestly I was pretty lazy with it.

I've made her a few more times with different picrews and different aus but I really haven't done anything with her character itself since the cod au and I've had a lot of fun with it and her design. I've enjoyed finding character makers that have options for poc features and it's also brought a lot of awareness when there's a lack of it and it's really surprising how much just making characters that aren't white really changes your view of things.

Love her and hope to do her character justice one day

#oc #my ocs #my oc stuff

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filtharchives · 1 year ago

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fr his lil twink metabolism can’t keep up w u keeping him FED

it’s the same if ur latino or asian or tbh any poc cause ik ethnic food always hits and is always more than enough for the fam (and I say this as a filipino cause if I prepare a kamayan feast??? we r all getting that good fucking food coma w enough left over for lunch tmr 🤤)

but also yea I just see baxter putting so much care into his black wife’s hair and prolly takes pleasure in massaging shea butter lotion into her back and butt and legs (we know he loves that fs) and just everywhere lol he wants to worship her in any way possible

and idk why but I’m seeing his wife w hair something from 3c-4c and she’s at least 5’9 w dark skin I rly don’t kno where this image is coming from but she’s been in my head for actual months and looks gorgeous in red 😮‍💨

since were slightly on the topic I just wanna say I truly truly imagine baxter w a black wife I think that’s what he needs like I can’t describe what it is in my bones but I feel it the vision is so clear to me

- 🗑️

LMAO ykw that's a very delicious take n I love it n imma agree w you bc ?!?! such a thought

pls share your vision bc I'm living for this rn

omg he definitely buys you all the nice expensive things for your hair, n unlike cove he's not that scared to comb your hair and he looks like he knows how to braid he's good w his hands🤭

yk yall probably live very peacefully n also I hc showering n doing each others hair and skin care is like a love language w baxter (very influenced by that reddit post where the dude got bad news n his gf washed his hair n held him while in the shower n he felt so loved.... i think abt them often)

anyway I just know there's sm peace and love in this house I just know it. yall are living it up (baxters definitely getting fat. from your and/or your families cooking bc black people rlly cook up some shit omfg)

#olba #baxter ward

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monstas1ut2 · 2 years ago

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<3 Reiji loves bimbo! reader’s nails. A lot.

| Pair(s) : Reiji Sakamaki, Black Fem bimbo! reader

| Warnings : Short fic, Female reader, black/poc reader, foreplay, blowjob, saliva/spit/drool, facefucking, dumb reader, bimbo! Reader, mention of thigh ride, Reiji calls you a princess.

| Wc : 0.7k

You fluttered those nails in his face for the thousandth time, and it was obvious he was starting to get agitated. Then again, reading the room always slipped over your pretty little head.

Reiji did not hate your acrylics, he adored the way they looked. Sure the length was a bit much, the clacking sounds grew another pet peeve, but there was something about them. The way you’d have trouble picking certain things up of the floor, bending over in a tight, short skirt. Or, watching you bite the tip of it in seduction, your cute little smirk just edging him on. Those two reasons were more than enough of a reason to love them, but it was one more.

One more thing Reiji loved, and it was you and your pretty nails around his cock.

With the saliva dripping over each one, coating them, becoming shiny and even more gorgeous. The messy saliva all around your fingers as your knees began to shoot excruciating pain throughout. Your juicy, glossy lips wrapped around his cock for him and his pleasure only.

This, this is what sends him over the edge.

The slurping, slimy sounds of giving Reiji a sexy, disrespectful blowjob in his library. All with the fact that you’d just gotten those nails done. There was nothing else he could want, watching your tears drench your cheeks as Reiji tightened the grip on your hair that was underneath your silky bonnet. You hadn’t even gotten your hair done, and yet, Reiji still wanted you to be all over him and vice versa.

Reiji however, does not mind the way you protect your hair, as long as you stay your pretty self. Not to mention, it was still something to grab rather than him letting out moans.He simply he has too much pride to moan like a submissive.

“Good girl. You love nothing more than being a sloppy little princess, yes?”

Slowly nodding while fluttering those long eyelashes at him, he received an immediate high. Slowly touching the sides of your face and watching as you removed your hands from his throbbing wood. Your pretty, messy hands slightly to the sides of your body.

Your throat was completely sore, redness all throughout as this session seemed to have taken longer than usual. Parting your pretty lips again to stick your pink tongue out. Hazy, watery eyes was all Reiji could see, along with the back of your throat.

His thick, pale, though very long cock was aching from the sight. Pulling your head towards him as you felt his cock tip pass your teeth. A gagging sound emitting from your throat when he made contact with it. A smirk appearing on his lips, all he wanted to do was destroy you.. then again, he would hate himself for doing so.

“Don’t make a fuss. Keep your tongue out.” Reiji whispered, forcefully starting to move his hips against your throat.. feeling the wet muscle on the underside of his cock. Your pretty (e/c) orbs slightly rolling back from the feeling of gagging.

It was going to end soon though, considering Reiji wasn’t talking much more. Usually when that happens, he’s close to spilling. Shoving his cock down your throat multiple times was a heavenly experience and that was all he needed to reach his end.

With the saliva dripping down to your breasts, you could also feel your silky bonnet start to slide off from your head. Reiji’s grip on your head was turning into him completely pushing and gripping the top of your head now… your sounds echoing in the empty library as your pussy leaked with want.

His hips moving his cock into your throat made it even more sore. But he couldn’t resist, your eyes were crossed, just like a dumb bimbo being fucked for the first time. Although it wasn’t your first time, you were still a fucked-dumb bimbo.

A sudden spurt of cum then splashed inside your throat with your surprise . All that you could hear was a deep, mouth watering moan come from the man that was completely domming your body. It sounded like a grunt of some sort, but a moan it shall be. Didn’t matter what it was, he finally gave you an achievement.

Slowly pulling away from your messy face, Reiji’s cock slapped on your lips. His white cum still spilling out from his tip.

“Poor thing… your throat is in agony isn’t it? You’re quite lucky your beauty shines… I would leave you in pain… or rather, I’d force you to go through this again…” Reiji lusciously spoke with no remorse, though he wasn’t going to let his pretty little doll crumble.

“Now come ride my thigh, I have work to do..”

#black reader #poc reader #smut #diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki #Reiji Sakamaki x black reader #diabolik lovers scenarios #lemons #Diabolik lovers x black reader #Diabolik lovers x poc reader #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers imagine

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hobeemin · 3 years ago

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when you were mine

❤️‍🔥 genre: smut, angst, pwp

❤️‍🔥 pairing: fuckboi!jung hoseok x (f) poc reader (nickname Treasure)

❤️‍🔥 rating: 18+

❤️‍🔥 warning(s): swearing, fwb, choking, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, multiple positions, clit play, nipple play, cum shots, spanking

❤️‍🔥 word count: 2.2k

❤️‍🔥 credits: a humongous shout out to @jimilter ASH I love this banner so much! thank you love 💜❤️ also to @joyfulhopelox for beta reading. thank you maria!!!! ❤️💜

❤️‍🔥 a/n: for bangtan inn's vday event: xoxo

prompt: "i thought you had forgotten" & 'cuddles'

❤️‍🔥 taglist: @beckysworld7

❤️‍🔥 < ❤️‍🔥 > ❤️‍🔥

Missed me?

The words echoed in her head as she opened the door, only to be met with a wicked grin and equally mesmerizing physique. It only took one look from him for her to yank him in by the front of his coat.

Words were no longer needed as clothes were discarded to the floor, making a trail towards the bedroom. Whispered promises passed through kisses. She felt lightheaded with each breath he stole, and he always seemed to have that effect on her. Her fingers found their way into his hair, gripping the strands to bring him closer.

Oh, he’s dyed it again.

The platinum blonde contrasted with his sun-kissed complexion. He looked good without even trying.

And she hated him for it.

Hated how much she wanted him. Just a simple smile was enough to have her spread her legs for him.

And yet…

He was the only one who could make her feel this way. Why was she putting herself through this again?

“Hey, are you still with me, babe?”

Long fingers came into view and grasped her chin gently, tilting it, so their eyes met. Staring into warm brown eyes, all her doubts wavered as she smiled at him. Lips turning upward in that infectious grin, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

“There she is…my Treasure.”

She shivered at the sound of her nickname. His hands wrapped around her frame, dragging his nails down her back. Her back arched against him as a hiss slipped through her teeth.

Without hesitation, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His erection brushed her core making her squirm against him. With three giant steps, they were at the bed.

He felt his knees bump the mattress, and he deposited her on the bed, her body bouncing slightly. Those warm brown eyes suddenly turned sharp. He grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to the end of the bed. Legs dangling off the edge, he gazed at her form. The only thing separating them from each other were their undergarments.

“Treasure,” he cooed, teasing her skin under his fingers, “You know what I want, right?”

She squirmed under his gaze, thighs clenching from his words alone.

Damn, why did he do this to her?

Eyes locked on him, she raised her hips, thumbs slipping under the waistband on her panties. He watched, teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

Fuck she was gorgeous. He grunted, feeling his erection pulse, the bulge growing bigger the longer he stared at her.

Feeling bold, she slipped her panties down, his eyes following the material as it traveled down her thighs, over her knees, and down to her calves.

All control relinquished when he snatched them from around her ankles and tossed them over his shoulder. He licked his lips, eyes now full of hunger.

“Fuck, Treasure wanna taste you,” he groaned.

He removed his boxers, letting his cock slap against his abdomen. Her tongue traced her bottom lip involuntarily. Even his cock was breathtaking.

Precum dribbled from the slit, the head red and swollen, veins throbbing under the skin. His balls sagged from heaviness. He needed her now.

Leaning forward, his form towered over hers. His fingers crawled up her torso, finding a snug place around her throat, and he gave it a squeeze making sure she was alert.

“You want me, Treasure?”

She nodded, staring at him. There was pure wanton lust in her eyes. His smirk didn’t reach his eyes as he squeezed again.

“You know how this works, babe. Use your words.”

He loosened his hold on her throat to let her speak. “P-Please…fuck me.”

Chuckling darkly, his brow quirked. “I know you can do better than that, Treasure.”

She knew he was baiting her. As much as she hated it, she was possessed by this man. This remarkable man seemed like the only person in the world who could take her to heights unknown by just his touch.

“H-Hoseok…please…please…fuck me…make me cum…please–OH FUCK!”

With the jerk of his hips, he slid past her folds, groaning out as his eyes squeezed shut.

“I missed this pussy,” he murmured, letting her adjust for a moment.

She willed herself to stare up at him, the throbbing between her legs almost too much to bear. He was ready to ravage her, make her scream his name.

He took his hand from around her neck and shoved two fingers in.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Her tongue wrapped around the digits, slurping noises filled the air. Hoseok quivered under her gaze. With her sucking his fingers, he began to thrust, taking it too slow, gradually building the pace. He snorted, watching her suck his fingers; he pulled them from her mouth, replacing his fingers with his lips. Nothing innocent about that kiss. Filthy and sinful in every way. The bed creaked underneath them as they moved. She gripped his back, digging her nails into his skin, leaving angry red marks in their wake.

Hoseok’s eyes rolled back at the sensation.

“Feels good?”

“Uh-huh.”

He rolled over to the left, switching their positions, so she was now on top. Hands digging into her ass cheeks, he smacked one side with a devilish smirk.

“You’re not cumming until I want you to.”

Y/N purred as she felt him get deeper. The angle hit her spot continuously. She placed her palm down on his chest, using it as leverage to bounce on his cock. Hoseok watched fondly as she rode him hard and fast, just how he liked. He sat up after a while, dragging his lips onto her breasts, teasing her nipples as they hardened between his teeth. Tugging, teasing, pinching, Y/N threw her head back, keening from his touches.

“You miss this dick?”

“Yes!”

He punctuated his following words with each thrust.

“Tell me you love this dick!”

Y/N scrambled to hold onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall off.

“I-I love…this…dick!”

“I’m the only dick you need, right?”

Y/N’s whimpers filled the air as he thrust into her. Hoseok grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. Chest rising, his stare smoldering, he looked like he’d devour her alive.

“I asked you a question.”

With a swift smack to her ass, he growled out the question again, making her jump. “I’m the only dick you need, right?!”

“Yes,” she mumbled, cheeks still squished between his fingers. He removed his hands, eyes softening as he kissed her lips once more.

“Good girl,” he praised. She sighed into the kiss, leaning on his shoulder.

“But I’m not done with you yet. I didn’t say you could stop riding me,” he hissed. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. Instantly her body reacted to him. “Turn around. I wanna have that ass bounce on my dick.”

Y/N trembled against him but nodded in submission. Hoseok frowned as she sat up, not liking that their connection was severed. Her pussy throbbed, missing the feeling of being full. He let out a heady groan as she turned her back to him, ass swaying as she straddled him the opposite.

Looking over her shoulder, she bit down her lip enticingly. Hoseok fisted his cock, tapping it against her clit. She twitched, wanting to have him buried deep inside her.

“Such a nasty girl. Treasure, sink that pussy on this dick,” he directed, laying down against the pillows.

She loved when he talked dirty to her, even more, when he praised her. Y/N lined herself up just as Hoseok thrust his hips up. Moaning in unison, Y/N shook her ass, trying to find relief. Hoseok’s hand connected with her ass cheek, and the sound resonated throughout the room.

Y/N cried out, the pain mixing with the pleasure. Her body jiggled with each bounce. Hoseok, hypnotized by the view, gripped her hips, guiding her on his cock.

“That pretty pussy just swallows me up. Fuck baby…so tight…and all for me.”

He hit an angle, making her go an octave higher— it was music to his ears. He sat up, his chest pressed against her back as his hands wrapped around her–one rubbing slow circles on her clit and the other squeezing her breast.

“You’re mine, Treasure,” he murmured against her neck leaving blooming marks as he pinched her nipple.

She clenched around his cock at the word mine. Yes. She was. Entirely and utterly his. At this moment in time. In this small bedroom. All that mattered was them.

Hoseok hissed at the sensation, his teeth sinking into her neck. She opened her neck for him, mewling.

With reluctance, he paused his thrusting, making her turn to look at him bewildered.

“Get in all fours.”

She scrambled, getting into position. Her body sensitive, he was edging her again. She needed release, craved it, but knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until she was begging for it. She went back to the pillows, laying her head on one as her ass swayed in the air.

Hoseok watched her as he positioned himself behind her. “Good girl,” he crooned, slapping his cock along her holes and smacking her ass for good measure.

“You know to do Treasure, throw it back.”

She rutted against his cock, choking back a scream as he slammed his hips, balls smacking hard on her pussy lips.

Nails digging into her skin, his thrust grew wild, pounding into her. He growled, reaching up to grasp her braids, yanking her head up, so her back arched.

“Fuck Treasure…baby…you’re so tight! You gonna cum on this dick? Hmm?”

“Y-Yes! W-Wanna cum for you,” she pleaded.

He smacked her ass again with a groan. “Such a good girl being wet for me. You wanted some dick, didn’t you? Hmm?”

Y/N held back a sob as she nodded. Hoseok quirked his brow, yanking her up, so she was against his chest. Sweat mingled against their heated bodies. “Want to give the neighbors a show? Let them know who’s the only one fucking you!”

His fingers pulsed on her clit, making her cry out.

“You know you want to, baby.”

He licked a trail from her ear to neck, kissing it softly. “Cum for me, Treasure, please.”

At the gentleness of his voice, her body reacted the only way it knew how.

“HOSEOK!”

Fire pooled in her abdomen as the coils that were wounded tight released. Her body convulsed against him. She tried to crawl away, but he kept her planted in that spot. Her vision was blurry as her orgasm racked through her body. He rutted against her ass. Groaning out curse after curse until he pulled out, spurting his seed onto her back and ass. Her body went limp, falling to the pillows. Hoseok fell next to her, the exhaustion on both their faces.

The ceiling fan circulated the thick air with the scent of sex and sweat.

With a weighted groan, he got up and walked to the bathroom, emerging moments later with a towel. He wiped her back and butt gently, making sure everything was clean.

Hoseok encircled her waist with a sigh of content, pulling her close to him.

She had no clue what she did to him.

Eyes fluttering open, Y/N felt the warmth of his chest on her back, his heartbeat thumping as they settled down.

Why was he being so delicate?

Not wanting to overthink it, her eyes drooped as his light snores lulled her to sleep.

The sound of rustling roused her from her sleep. Glancing at the clock, dread flashed across her face.

He stayed too long.

She sat up with care, muscles aching, but in a good way. She could see him searching for his clothing. She pulled her legs up, hugging them. Hoseok felt eyes on him and turned to see her staring. He winked as he tugged on his boxers.

“It’s getting late.”

“I thought you had forgotten,” the words thick on her tongue.

“No, never,” he chuckled while putting on his shirt.

Sometimes he was difficult to read. It felt strange—that in-between feeling. The space where there was uncertainty. She hated being there. And yet here they were again.

Hoseok finished dressing and came to sit on the bed, his eyes on the hardwood floor.

“Hoseok–”

“Make sure you clean up,” he interrupted.

Y/N swallowed hard as she settled against the headboard. “Yeah, I know.”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “Now, don’t go getting sappy on me, Y/N.”

She scoffed softly, willing herself to roll her eyes. Ah, he was being playful now. “Please. I would have to care.”

Hoseok grinned, “Cute.”

His smile wavered slightly as he stood up, adjusting the weight on the bed.

“I’ll see you around, yeah.”

Y/N felt the uneasiness between them. Why did it have to be like this? Maybe if she spoke up more was assertive; perhaps he’d see things differently.

Say something!

“Yeah. See you around.”

Her eyes shut, dropping her head into her knees as she heard him reach the door. Sounds of him slipping his shoes on and the door open. Her heart clenched in time with the door shutting.

Gathering herself up, wrapped in her sheet, she padded across the floor towards the door. His cologne lingered in the air. She turned the deadbolt as the feeling in her gut grew. She squeezed her eyes shut as a sob shook her body. Palm on the door, her forehead touched the cool surface.

“Happy Valentines Day, Hoseok.”

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squadrah · 2 years ago

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what race/ethnicity do u head canon the la squadra members as?!

I love the little ?! at the end, this is a hot scoop!

Disclaimer before I begin: This is one of those aspects where I am delighted by a wide variety of interpretations because I know how personal these choices can be, and I especially appreciate and endorse folks who headcanon these characters as Black or POC given how racist the JJBA fandom can get (on Twitter I have definitely seen a lot of disgusting and disgraceful behavior, and I can only hope that different platforms can do better.)

Now, I usually take canon as is and go with what I see, but given that Araki has also made some terrible choices in the course of the manga (if your first ever Black character is named Smokey Brown, you have fucked up), I decided that I would rather indulge in some variety. For reference, here is my La Squadra art meme:

I'll go through this one and give you my thoughts as I go.

Risotto: Canon is alright, but I am especially fond of Black Risotto with very dark skin and light hair because it looks great on him. I always roll with him being Sicilian, but I could see him bringing in say, Dominican heritage due to the fact that I tried to logic out his eye situation (I like this sort of research to flesh out characters more) and ended up giving him alkaptonuria, a condition that is especially prevalent in the Dominican Republic.

Formaggio: He is interesting to me because he's the only one where I hate his anime color palette (the clothes especially), so please do anything but give him his anime hair color. The light olive skin they gave him I do approve of, because while I enjoy a nice pale skin + red hair + freckles Formaggio, to my mind he is definitely a person of color. Black Formaggios are lovely, but my own heart of hearts headcanon is his being at least part Romani.

Prosciutto: I personally roll with pale, almost translucent skin + platinum blond hair + dark blue eyes because I really enjoy the cursed porcelain doll vibe that combination gives me, but I will take any iteration (I was drawn a gorgeous Black Prosciutto one time and I treasure it), anything except for a white Prosciutto that is also racist or bigoted because we are already dodging a deadly bullet here. I have no strong opinions on ethnicity otherwise, because to me his being an otherworldly cryptid is way more important.

Pesci: I drew him white because I just really liked the way he looked with those big round eyes and rosy cheeks, but I have seen other interpretations and they all look great. Again, no strong preference here.

Ghiaccio: Because of his hair I definitely lean towards him being a person of color; my portrait of him does not reflect this very well, but if I had to redo it, I would definitely go that route both for skin color and the texture of his hair. He feels like his parents had emigrated to Italy and there was a lot of pressure on him to blend in, hence his Italian pride and his Italian outrage overshadowing his heritage.

Melone: Again, I have seen some variety and they are all lovely, but when I did his portrait, I went with a paler Melone. I was probably motivated by his blond hair in the manga, but again, I do not have a strong preference, especially given that he was very controversial in fan circles and his fans deserve to celebrate him however they want.

Illuso: I really enjoy him as a person of color, and to my mind he has Spanish heritage and possibly Indian heritage. I have seen different interpretations and they all look great, so I am not very particular, but I always lean towards darker skin.

Sorbet and Gelato: Lumping them together here because I roll with these two being Slavic. Gelato I drew as more rosy because it just feels right with his blond hair, but for Sorbet I prefer darker skin. I have sadly seen little variety for them, but I hope there are different iterations out there because they deserve to be explored more beyond how they had died...

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #formaggio #prosciutto #pesci #ghiaccio #melone #illuso #sorbet #gelato #squadrah headcanons #squadrah original

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herstarburststories · 4 years ago

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Home in a Motel Pool

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean and you have some fun in the motel's pool.

A/N: This one took a little longer than I thought, but here it's! Wet Dean in motel pool for us. So canon compliant of me, I know I know. This piece is my submission for @deanwanddamons 's 1st Blogiversary and 2K follower celebration with the prompt in bold. Congrats again, honey! And it's also my part for @anaelsbrunette 's YAS’S POC READER CHALLENGE with the song Home by Depeche Mode. Thanks for the extra time and the marvelous challenge!

Warnings: sex in the pool, p in v, dirty talk

Hunting was brutal. Even when the hunters won, it was a victory with no triumph-- there would be someone dead, always a corpse and loved one weeping as a reminder that you and the Winchesters couldn’t save everyone. You’d come around the town, tell the folks what they wanted to hear to get some information, kill the thing, and luckily save a person or two. It was a page from the emptiest stage, a show for a crowd of three: you, Sam, and Dean. Their own critics and praisers, doctors and patients, sinners and saints.

And if your hands were melted and molded into killing machines, you better pray for your heart to be made of anything but gold. That job didn't leave space or time for tenderness. In order to hunt the prey, you must become ferocious. Attack anything on sight, sing to the loneliest sound that’s the gunshot in the dark, pretend that you’ll make amends only to end up befriending the glorious end of the line that often came too soon.

Thing is, it wasn’t just about that. It would be easier if it was all about perfect soldiers and ultimate killers. A black and white world stained with crimson red would be the ideal, but there were always more colors.

Certainly, it wasn’t the most illustrious job one could get. If anything, it was unfair and underpaid and the seed of violence. Every hunter happened to do things they never could speak about, and all the blood got so normalized to the point red is just the color that pointed you were doing it right. like a good grade or a father’s head pat. Where was the seat on the table for any gentless to sit down in the chaos? In the thankful hugs from the mothers of the rescued children, in the pranks the boys came up with against each other for no other reason but childish nostalgia, in the nights where the three of you stopped and sat on Baby’s hood to watch the stars in silence, in the way Dean’s tough hands touched your cheek so lovingly, in the smell of the Impala’s wheels burning against the streets. Summarizing, when saving people wasn’t reasoning enough, kindness appeared glistening in the middle of the pandemonium, as a paragon of something good in cruelty.

Just like this moment.

‘’My body aches in places I didn’t even know that could hurt.’’ You groaned as you got out of the classic black car, hand on the back of your neck to apply some pressure. Even being thrown against a wall by some demon hurt less than sleeping in the backseat-- sweet mundane problems.

Sam scoffed before adding insult to injury, ‘’At least you were sleeping and didn’t have to hear the same cassette three times.’’

‘’Quit whining, you two. I was the one driving through two states.’’ Dean said in a huff, swirling the keys as the three of you walked towards Bonita Motel’s entrance. He placed an arm around your waist, his own way of showing affection in quietude. Your hand slipped inside his leather jacket’s pocket. ‘’Sides’, Baby’s backseat is comfortable and Zeppelin is awesome.’’

The youngest Winchester refrained his response to an eye roll and a mumble among the lines not when played three times in a row. You, though, turned your head to the side and offered your stubborn boyfriend a cynical smile.

‘’I prefer a bed.’’

He aimed at you with his signature lopsided grin, the one he knew that you loved, while you passed through the main door of the establishment. ‘’That’s not what you said last week.’’

‘’Guys, limits.’’ Sam pleaded, shaking his head at Dean’s comment before turning around. He made a chatter that quickly got old with the woman behind the counter, gaining two keys. The long haired hunter tossed one at his brother, who quickly grabbed it with his free hand.

‘’This is a good motel…’’ You commented as the three walked upstairs, the gleaming blue sight caughting your brown eyes. Your whole body shone as if it was really a beach and not only a cheap motel’s pool. Dean and Sam had never gone to the beach, but you grew up with salt aired weekends, a collection of swimsuits, and a loud family on the sand. You missed the sensation of being held by the ocean so dearly. It wouldn’t be the same, nothing was after you jumped in Dean’s Impala in New York; hustling for some other life, a better one like your parents when they came to the United States. Yet, a pool could be diverting and cozy. Pulling away from your man’s hold, you approached the small chlorine miracle.

‘’There’s a pool!’’ You pointed out, as excited as a kid in a carnival. ‘’We should take a swim.’’

‘’You guys go. I have some research to do.’’ Sam nodded at the pool with his head, denying the request with a sleight of hand as he opened the lock of the room 209. ‘’Have fun, kids.’’

The green eyed man clicked his tongue when his brother disappeared with the craike of a door. He wasn’t exactly against the idea of jumping in the pool - apart from the germes, but his paranoia wouldn’t mind that much, not after trying endless motel’s bathtubs. The drive here had just been too long. Besides, if that crap motel had a well-cleaned pool, it probably had vibrating beds. He could use a massage. ‘’I think I’ll get crash in bed.’’

You arched an eyebrow. ‘’Didn’t you say that Baby’s backseat was comfortable to sleep?’’

‘’How taller than you I am, sweetheart?’’ He smirked as you walked back to him like you always did, your own north star in shape of a magnetic force of a man,

‘’Shush.’’ You slapped his chest playfully, wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck. ‘’Come on. Most motels we go to barely have a door, much less a pool. I miss going swimming. It’s a sunny day…’’ The childish joy in your tone metamorphosed into a newfound malice. ‘’You’ll get to see me in a bikini.’’

The Winchester wiggled his messy brows at your statement, suddenly reinvigorated as he placed his arms around your waist to bring you closer. Forget the body ache and all that, that was a way better reason to be sore in the bones later. ‘’You made some good points.’’

‘’I always do.’’ You kept the adamant tone, even when you could feel his breath on your cheek, those green eyes so livid when looking at you. God, you had to put a period here before things escalated and you two ended up getting to right in the middle of the hall. You attempt to make a joke: ‘’Darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter.’’

He knew it was a prompt from The Little Mermaid-- you two had watched two days ago in Tupelo, in a vintage television after killing a Ghoul, while Sam got some junk food. Yet, the kind of smile that brought to his face held anything but purity. A simple conversation became double-edged with Dean Winchester. You two often ended up breathless, either from fighting or from doing more entertaining dances. You should’ve seen that one coming.

‘’I know another wet spot.’’ He’d say, unholy significance trapped in each word as his right hand started to motion over your skin, guiding his greedy finger under your skirt. Your mouth was set in a grim line, a surprisingly determinate attempt to hold back a moan. You and Dean could do it in the pool, unite the good infant memories with the tent-like emotions of adulthood to make a grand deal.

‘’You’ll get all of me wet.’’ You kissed the corner of his lips, smoothly pulling away with a wink. So much self control. ‘’Hurry up, cowboy.’’

You grabbed your bag and rushed to room 208 to change your clothes, leaving an astonished, mildly turned on Winchester behind. Getting in the bathroom, which didn't stink for once, you swiftly changed into the bikini. A jade green one, directly from Brazil’s brand Cia Maritma. If you squint your eyelids hard enough, you could still put a name to each face that was with you when you wore it for the first time in the calmer days. All the long gone friends and the daily sunbath in your caramel skin.

Decided to leave the past well enough alone, you just smiled in melancholy and turned around, facing your reflex in the mirror. You looked hot. Dean surely would agree about that, especially with the way the top brought up your breast.

Arriving in the room to your boyfriend ready for the swim, you couldn’t help checking him out. You were attracted to the way the righteous man’s body was built since the first glance, addicted since the first touch. His shoulder, the freckles on his nose, and the way he wasn’t all defined, yet had the muscles right in the certain spots. You took off your hairpin, hair falling on your shoulder into a brown sea, like the waves crashing against the ocean rocks. The smell of your sweat and orange monopolizing the edges of everywhere, mainly Dean’s senses. He relished on how soft your skin was compared to his, how your accent tingled his insides, and the way you swing your hips while walking. Your boobs almost jumping at his face because of the tiny bikini only aroused him more.

The place had to get some credit. For a dive motel, it was more than they’d picture. Manageable bathrooms and safe locks, the pool glimmering blue with a small tree by the right side. It was gorgeous.

A dazzling breeze whispered through your bodies, causing you to shiver slightly and Dean to get sweet smelling sheets clinging to his knees and feet. Fucking tree. You could taste the friction swallowing the atmosphere, a report of what was near.

Before you could say anything, Dean grumbled as he pokes a leaf away. ‘’It’s gonna rain.’’

‘’It will.’’ You agreed, holding his hand to pull him closer, well-aware that your body would scare away any linger of adorable grumpiness. ‘’But who cares about raining when you’re in a pool?’’

It's the kind of question that doesn't need an answer, it briefly exists to make Dean distracted in wonder just now, a pause between seconds as you jump in the pool first. The water splashing around with a brutal sound. Your body seems to recall an old memory, how you made a lark of anything with your siblings in the sea, how you used to feel like the beaches were a peculiar way of God to show the living how his touch would feel like. Every fiber of your body missed this.

Dean went in too, emerging to the marvelous sound of your laugh. He glanced at you, now less of a hunter and more of a man. The drops on your face could easily be confused with tears, yet the way you grinned and threw water at him couldn’t leave space for any other world but happiness. The Winchester often noticed your longing for cultural things that you no longer had in the palm of your hand. It was stupid, he even felt somehow resposible for taking you away of everything you ever knew only to coaxe you through the road not taken— full of bumps and blood and undecked halls. Then you’d smile, you’d wrap your arms around him like you were doing in that exact moment, and he would see that the drops all over your face are flickering with your chortle.

What other choice would Dean have, what other option could he ever make himself pick, if not to place his hands on your hips? So it goes. He put his rough hand on your, each tender touch seeming to make the bruises there clear up.

The hunter was leaning in to kiss you as a wave of water met his face.

‘’Ops!’’

He narrowed his eyes, spilling out the water. ‘’You are gonna pay for this.’’

‘’I’d like to see you try, Kansas boy.’’

Yeah, you once were raised in the water, such an important part of your identity which you didn't wish to lose, yet slowly slipped beyond your reaches. But you had Dean, you had adventure, and you had the motel’s shitty pool. If you could find contentment in that, you should know that who you were wasn’t lost. You were still the five years old who played in the plastic pool, the seventeen girl who grabbed your cellphone’s lantern and went looking for what was making a noise at 3am, the twenty years old who jumped in a car with two hunters and a craving for finding her true home. You were all of them at once.

Heaven sent the only true friend you could call yours and you’re under his lips. Dean’s crashing his mouth with yours, hungry like an animal after your playful war. You two are soaked, and so is your pussy. He pressed your against the border of the pool, your back to the wall of it. The water rushes in and you couldn’t care less. When did a bikini start to look like too much clothing?

Breaking the kiss, the Winchester glanced at you. The green of all the wild gardens localized in his orbs, dappled with stars and desire. Waiting for his touches, enjoying when he took his time with you was always worthwhile. Today, though, you needed him fast and dirty and raw.

There was nothing you'd rather than spread your legs, so you did it. Dean’s smart fingers quickly ripping your panties and brushing against your heat. He let out an annoyed huff, missing the satisfaction of your wetness around his digitals, how he knew you were a mess for him and him only. The pool’s water didn’t let it much evident, he’d have to fuck you even harder, make sure you were still needy for his cock.

You whined, clinging to his touch with a swing of hips. His hand covering your pussy as Dean applied some pressure, savoring the way your body winced and your eyes shut close, a beautiful moan leaving your lips. He couldn’t wait to eat you out later after he made you come in this stupid pool. Hedonism made his blood thicker-- like he was a calm sea before you, and now his waters were violent and hungry for destruction.

He pulled his hand away. ‘’Dean…’’

‘’Don’t worry, sweetheart.’’ His throbbing cock entered you, voice even deeper as he spoke. ‘’Gonna give you what you want.’’

You placed your legs around his waist and he held your thighs underwater, the sky spilling out its own water above. It didn’t stop two. Your hand on his shoulders, nails sinking in seemed to be a combustible for Dean to go harder inside of your. His hips attacking yours as his mouth kissed your neck with bites.

‘’Dean, please.’’ You pleaded, warm walls squeezing his long dick. ‘’More.’’

‘’All my cock is for you, honey. You get all of it, fucking you, scratching you open.’’ The eldest Winchester said, his voice so low and sensual. You could come only from his talking. ‘’That’s what you want, huh? You want me to fuck that pretty cunt, mark you up inside this shitty pool.’’ His digital reached your clint and you growled. Dean kept his dick inside you, unable to pull away from the heavenly sensation of being inside you. ‘’Wanna know something? I can’t wait to come inside that tight pussy right here.’’

He increased the rhythm, pounding you even faster and rougher as you tried to keep up, the lack of synchrony causing his cock to reach and pull inimaginable pleasures inside you, all turning more brutal and necessary. The pool had its own waves, your and Dean’s movements causing a chaos ocean chaos in it.

The heat and the sickliest, you were drowning in pleasure with each thrust to a desperate beat that his heart echoed. All your pretty noises tangled with his breathless howls. The rain’s drops becoming one water with the pool as you and him became one with your intertwined bodies, only to grow apart again and come back in need for more.

Your and your lover’s figures distorted on the reflex of the pool water, washing away any piece left of purity as you moved in a hurry when you finally reached your orgasm. Your cunt tightening around his hardness was too much to bear, making Dean come after you.

He rested his forehead against yours, breathless faces with closed eyelids darting together. The heat calmed down by the water. Dean dared to look at you, but not to pull away. His cock remained inside your tight cunt and he caressed your cheek gently. That woman pounded from within and is pinning him down to earth, like you are his own gravity, the glimpse of relief, the lover’s photographe that gives the soldier’s battle a meaning.

‘’There’s a saying in my country.’’ You said suddenly, opening your brown eyes as he lifted his head to greet yours with his forest ones.

Dean captured your small nose, your desirable lips, your big eyes, your gorgeous tan skin, the signals he had map of on his lips. His thumb still stroked your face as his cock took its time to weaken inside your pussy. ‘’Yeah? What’s it?’’

‘’Quem está na chuva é pra se molhar.’’ He arched his eyebrows, a silent request for an english version. The Winchester knew around ten words in your mothertongue. Half pet names, half cussing. You pecked his plump lips. ‘’There's no literal translation, some things just lose their core if you try to put them to another language. It would be like if you are in the rain you want to get wet. It would be another way to say if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.’’

‘’I gotta say, you look pretty hot when you say those things.’’ You smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully, fingernails tenderly fondling the back of Dean’s neck under his haircut. ‘’Do you miss it?’’

‘’My country?’’

‘’Yeah. Not just your country but your language, your friends, your life there.’’ He shrugged, secretly scared of the answer. ‘’It’s not like we go to the same places you used to go to. I see how many bikinis you carry around.’’

Which was the main reason he booked that motel. You didn’t need to know that. The childish joy you had with the surprise was enough for his credit.

‘’No. Well, I still speak my language when I’m mad at you.’’ Dean chuckled. Whenever you two got in a heated argument, your inner latina would come out and jump at him in both languages at once. It was supposed to be serious, but mostly got him all hot and bothered. Your accent was just too sexy, especially when you were angry. ‘’But no, not really. I miss situations and people, but not how it was. It was a good life, but it wasn’t the one I was supposed to have.’’ You pulled him to you by his neck. ‘’I thank you, you know? For bringing me here. For showing me home, Even for the tears and the fear. I finally I’ve found where I belong.’’

Tranquility engulfed the atmosphere momentarily as comfortable as a silent sleeper, the rain no longer coming, giving stage to a sunny sky. You and Dean, twisted together like that was all serenity you could relish on. You both quiet in the afterglow, his cock no longer hard but neither wanted to pull away. He laid his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. He certainly would bring you to a beach as soon as he could, maybe pop the pretty question on his knees there. For now, thought, he could enjoy thar simple moment.

‘’After my house was burned to the ground, I didn’t think I’d have another one. I was always rolling around the country, never really stayed in a place for too long. I didn’t want to call some random walls my home and have it destroyed in my face again.’’ Dean said, his thumbs caressing your thighs underwater. Since his first breath near you, he knew he was a goner. Even better, he knew he wasn’t a goner, a nomad, or a lonely wolf anymore. Dean Winchester once swore he would never come back home after what happened in there, and then you appeared. The hot latina who kept up with his stupidity and didn’t think twice before calling him out on his bullshit, and was always there for him and actually loved him-- not besides the job, but with all the things being a hunter included, all the ugly acts he had to go through. You believed he was good and worthy. His house burned, but you gave him a home. For the first time in so long, Dean felt warm and happy and loved. ‘’But you gave me a home. Without the apple pie life and all that. You, me, and Sammy-- fighting the good fight, just the three of us. This is my home.’’

To be a hunter was to be gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid, always carrying the heaviest cross ever made like a soldier’s duty that wouldn’t end with a couple years of trocious war. This treacherous slope was forevermore. A hunter life, all the fraunds and the paid phone calls and the running away with laughs empty of joy, the song from the wrong side of town. But fuck, all the saving and the excitment and the hustled love made a dance for the melody and suddenly it was worth it. All the tender parts, the new restaurants every week, the jokes in the car, the hidden chortles in the dark places. Sam. Dean. Dean and all this am out of love and loyalty he gave to you.

Everything was worth it to be in his arms.

He brought you back home.

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edens-breathless-melodies-moved · 4 years ago

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words: 3.5k

pairing: futakuchi k. x f!poc!reader

prompt: doggystyle

warnings: cursing, rough sex, slight degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking, dacryphilia, spanking, hair pulling, a whole bunch of sexy times

summary: god, you just had to go get your hair done, didn’t you?

“fuck.”

that’s the only thing that comes to mind the moment futakuchi lays his eyes on your figure walking out of the salon.

chocolate brown orbs are locked onto your head with a worrying amount of concentration, raking over your new hairstyle with terrifying accuracy as his mind ran a million miles per hour. why did his pants feel tight all of a sudden?

you did say you needed to get your braids re-done for a while now.

_______

~ three weeks previously~

futakuchi groans as he flops onto the couch of your shared apartment, throwing an arm over his eyes as he does his best to ignore your constant whining that was still coming from the kitchen.

you just wouldn’t shut up about this, huh?

“all i’m saying!” he groans again as you continue speaking from the island counter, sharp (e/c) eyes never leaving the cutting board as you finely diced the onion that was going into tonight’s dinner.

“is that i think there should be more salons or hairdressers around that can cater to people with hair like mine!”

you huff as you finish with the onions, picking up the cutting board and swiping them into the saucepot with a graceful flick of the back of your knife.

“i mean come on!” with a role of your eyes you grab an already peeled potato from a bowl of water by your left, and place it onto the cutting board.

“it’s 2020 for gods’ sake!” your anger was being soley directed to the poor potato who didn’t stand a chance against your sharp knife and skilled hands. you continue on with your mini-rant, hands moving just as fast as your voice as you blow through the bowl of potatoes before turning on the heat and setting the pot they were in aside to boil.

futakuchi sighed as he removed his arm from over his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he continued to listen to you rant from the kitchen, brown orbs staying lazily trained on the shadows dancing across the ceiling.

he couldn’t really blame you for getting slightly really angry about the fact that finding a salon or hairdresser who knew how to handle your 3c hair was practically impossible.

you had moved to japan from america and started school at date tech at the very end of futakuchi’s second year, and to say you took the boy by storm was an understatement.

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the moment futakuchi had locked eyes with you as his teacher introduced you to the class, brown eyes peering into sparkling (e/c), he knew he was fucked, figuratively and, come later, literally.

you just looked so good in the school’s grey pleated skirt, and the shade of teal the jacket was against your caramel skin was so right. that same skirt came to rest a little bit above your plentiful thighs, curvy and toned legs covered just barely by your white thigh highs.

plump pink lips pulled into a shy smirk as you lifted a hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, and it was only as futakuchi’s eyes followed the movements of your hands that he realized it wasn’t a stray strand of hair you tucked away, but a braid.

his eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he took in the foreign sight of your box braids in full. they were a cute honey blonde, dark at the roots before slowly transitioning into the brighter color.

they were thin and a majority of them were pulled into a neat, tight bun on top of your head, leaving only two pieces to hang in front of your face, one of them now resting behind your ear.

god, you were gorgeous.

futakuchi was so caught up in the elegance that was your presence that he didn’t even realize his mouth had dropped open until aone reached across and physically closed it for him.

a small smirk appeared on the quiet giant’s lips as he watched his close friend and captain flush and flounder around, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment at the sight of the beautiful girl.

it was only until after you had finished your greetings to the class (to say he was shocked would be a disservice when he heard how fluent and natural your japanese was, though he guessed that your teacher wasn’t from tokyo seeing as you had the slight twang from the hyogo prefecture) and sat in the chair in front of him that futakuchi was able to reign in his emotions and placate his flustered expression before he made a fool of himself in front of you.

just as he finally settled himself and took a deep breath in, his eyes widened when you turned around and gave him a friendly smile, his heart beginning to pick up the pace rapidly.

he steadied himself quickly though, and shot you back a small smirk, quirking an eyebrow up as he took in your features closely.

pretty (e/c) eyes, plush pink lips, a small smattering of freckles across the bridge of your nose and cheeks. yeah, you were definitely cute.

“hello!” you started off, and futakuchi’s eyes visibly softened at the richness of your voice, settling over him like hot chocolate in the winter. “my name is (y/l/n) (y/n), but you already know that.” you let out a small chuckle, and his heart palpitated again.

“but it’s a pleasure to meet you anyways! what’s your name, classmate?” you asked lightheartedly before peering directly into his eyes, and futakuchi has never felt more vulnerable in his life.

there was something about the way you stared into him, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but it made him slightly uneasy, like he was being inspected and analyzed.

it was only when you raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and those full lips twisted into a slight smirk at his prolonged silence that he realized it was the same look he gave an opponent on the other side of the net.

like he was playing with them.

a fire spread through his veins as he finally unfroze, body finally relaxing as he steadied himself. yeah, you were definitely a catch, and futakuchi wasn’t going to let you get the upper hand against him so easily. not when you offered such a tasty treat to him.

his smirk widened even more as he leaned towards you, chocolate orbs sharpening as he extended his hand out for you to shake.

“futakuchi kenji, sweetheart. and believe me,” his smirk grew into a grin, teeth glinting in the morning sunlight, and he accepted the silent challenge you issued against him just as you accepted his hand, “the pleasure is all mine.”

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he blinked slowly, coming out of his memories at the sound of you calling him from the kitchen, eyes still trained up lazily at the ceiling of your guy’s apartment.

“dinner’s ready babe! i already made your bowl, c’mon.” he smiled again as he lifted himself from the couch, heart warming when he entered the kitchen and you turned to smile up at him, eyes nearly crinkling shut.

he had asked you out two months into your third year after spending the previous months building up your friendship and genuinely clicking with one another.

it wasn’t a surprise he asked, but it was definitely a surprise when you launched onto him and wrapped yourself around him like a koala, saying how it took him long enough to finally man up.

(aone got a good laugh out of that and koganegawa had recorded his captain’s face flush bright red when you kissed him on the cheek, but we just gonna ignore that)

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~ present day ~

now here you guys were, four years strong into your relationship, and futakuchi can say with every fiber in his being that he can’t imagine a life without you.

he couldn’t possibly wake up and imagine not seeing your cute nose (which hid a septum piercing from him since the day you guys met), your cute cheeks, plush lips (which also hid a tongue piercing from him as well).

thick thighs

cute hands

nice ass

soft tits

and not to mention your gorgeous hair. now don’t get him wrong, he loves your natural hair when it’s out. he actually prefers it over your braids because he can’t get enough of your beautiful curls and how soft and silky your strands feel in his hands.

but something about you with waist length braids, how they feel when he wraps them around his fingers and pulls…

he gulps as you climb into the car, a wide smile on your lips as you gesture to your new braids. “well, what do you think, kenken?” you ask him honestly, eyes wide and hopeful as you wait for his opinion.

he swallowed harshly again as he took in the impressive braids, eyes trailing how they fit your face perfectly. you had gone for platinum blonde this time, and the way such a bright color contrasted with your skin made you look almost ethereal.

when you guys had found out that there was a fusion hair salon opening up in tokyo that was being run by a half-black, half-japanese man who was tired of the lack of representation, you nearly shot out of bed and drove there yourself.

the only reason you didn’t was because futakuchi had stopped you before you could get your keys, and the fact that it was two in the morning.

now in the beginning, both of you were a bit skeptical about how well they would come out, but now that you’re here in front of him looking like an absolute treat wrapped in gold leaf, he thinks it’s safe to say that everything’s,

“good.” futakuchi is able to get out, a steady pink dusting over his cheeks and spreading to his ears. “it looks really, really good on you, babe.” his blush worsens when you lean over the center console and kiss him, just a soft peck on the lips.

“i’m glad you like it, i love it, too.” a yawn broke off the end of your sentence, (e/c) half-lidded as the exhaustion finally hits you.

futakuchi let out a soft chuckle as he turned to face forward and started the car, shifting into drive before setting off back to the apartment.

“alright let’s get you home, sitting in that chair for seven hours can’t have been fun.” you nodded half-heartedly, eyes slipping shut as you begin to nod off, the feeling of your boyfriend’s large warm hand rubbing circles into your plush thighs lulling you to sleep.

it was only when he was sure you were asleep that he pulled his hand back and ran it over his face with a soft groan, careful to not wake you up. if only you knew just how much your braids affected him...

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well, turns out that you finally get to see only three days after getting your hair done.

“babe?! have you seen my hoodie? the tabitha swatosh one? I can’t seem to find it-” futakuchi cuts himself off with a choke, eyes growing wide as he peers into your equally wide (e/c) orbs, caramel cheeks tinged pink at being caught in the act.

you had just pulled the hoodie over your head and was wiggling your arms around in the giant piece of clothing before your boyfriend had come into the bedroom. said boyfriend was currently taking in your entire appearance.

his oversized yellow hoodie which was big on him absolutely drowned your figure, seeing as you were several inches shorter than him.

the sleeves came out way past your fingertips, and the end of the hoodie stopped just above your knees. if that wasn’t enough to make him feral, then your hair is what finally did the trick.

long, pale braids were pulled into two pigtails, giving you an almost childlike appearance. When you finally sheepishly smiled at him, eyes trained on the floor in embarrassment.

“sorry, kenken, i just wanted to wear something comfortable.” you sounded so cute and looked so delicious, futakuchi decided to say fuck it and gave in to his desires.

the squeal that ripped through your throat as he picked you up and tossed you onto your shared bed made him chuckle darkly, and futakuchi had to repress a groan deep in his throat as he looked down on you, seeing the confusion and beginnings of lust swirl through your clear (e/c) eyes.

“k-kenji!” you yelp, face flushing as he ran his large hands underneath the hoodie, pushing it up slightly as he begins to fondle your bare breasts.

you let out a soft moan as his fingers pull and twist your nipples, coaxing them into pebbled peaks as he chuckles again at the cute sounds you make.

“did you get all dressed up for me, baby? you didn’t have too.” he coos into your ear, tongue darting out to lightly trace your lobe as you let out a small shiver, body growing hot at his continuous teasing.

“n-no, i j-just wanted to wear s-something comforta-a-ahh…” your words dissolve into a moan as one of his hands left your breast to trail down your soft stomach before reaching your clothed pussy.

long fingers delicately stroked your mound before roughly digging into your clit, rubbing it in tight circles just as his lips come up to catch yours in a kiss, swallowing the yelp and moans that were forced from your throat.

your tongues battled for dominance as he continued to stroke your clit and pinch and pull on your nipples. pleasure was coursing through your veins like fire, and the only thing you could do was let it happen.

the need for air finally broke you two apart, breathing heavily while gazing at one another through hooded lids, a thin silvery string of saliva linking you two together.

futakuchi watched with greedy eyes as your face twisted in pleasure, cheeks rosy as your lips fell into an “o” shape, eyebrows pulled together as your back arched off the bed, whimpers and moans sounding like heaven to his ears as his fingers continued to work your soaking cunt. god, you looked so fucking good.

a startled gasp left your lips when suddenly your boyfriend’s fingers left your aching clit before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach.

a large hand came down and cracked against your ass, eliciting a mixture of a yelp and moan from your parted lips. chocolate eyes watched the fat jiggle, and it was like he was hypnotized.

another moan left your lips as you buried your face into the sheets, hands gripping onto the fabric as futakuchi manhandled you onto your knees, groaning softly in the back of his throat as he saw how your spine deliciously arched, hoodie having been pushed up to your chest.

his hand cracked down against your asscheek again, jolting you forwards slightly, a cry leaving your lips as you felt the beginnings of a welt throb on your soft skin.

futakuchi smirked as he brought his hand down to rub against the imprint of his hand against your hot flesh, his other hand tugging down his sweats to release his aching member, a slight hiss escaping him at the cool air nipping at his hot exposed flesh.

“k-kenji, please.” you whine, panties sticking uncomfortably against your soaked folds as you wiggle your ass impatiently at your boyfriend, turning around slightly so he can get a good look at your teary eyes.

the smirk on your handsome boyfriend’s face grew as he leaned to hover over you, thick cock pressing teasingly against your clothed entrance, forcing a pathetic whine to leave your lips.

“aww, does my pretty girl want me to fuck her open? want me to fuck her so hard that she’s nothing but a stupid drooling mess?” futakuchi cooed teasingly into your ear, hands rubbing soft but firm circles into your hips.

his cock twitched when you whined and nodded your head rapidly, tears building up in your eyes from desperation. another dark chuckle left him as he leaned back somewhat, one hand coming to push your soaked panties to the side while his other hand gripped his cock firmly at the base.

he guided his aching member to your soaked and twitching entrance, knocking his tip against it teasingly and soaking up the little mewls you let out.

“you sure you want this baby?” he questioned you mockingly, purposefully holding off on giving you what you so desperately craved for.

his smirk only grew meaner when you let out a small cry of impatience. “i haven’t even prepped your tiny little cunt yet,” he chuckled when you let out a growl.

before you could yell at him to just fuck you before you pounced on his dick instead, a choke left your lips as he thrusted the first couple of inches into you, stretching your unprepped walls apart with his fat cock, rendering you speechless.

futakuchi moaned deeply at the feeling of your tight, wet walls squeezing him and pulling him in deeper.

he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to that before drawing his hips back slightly before burying the rest of his length into your tight walls, the plush tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

a broken moan left your lips, fingers clutching the sheets of the bed tightly, tears of pain and pleasure staining your cheeks as you bathed in the painfully delicious stretch.

your boyfriend gripped your hips tightly, leaning down to hover over your shaking form.

“but i knew you could take it anyway, you greedy little slut.” with that he leaned back and grabbed your pigtails, wrapping the long braids around his fist a couple of times before tugging your head back just as he slammed his hips back into yours, eliciting a scream from you and another groan from him as your walls clenched around him tightly.

from there, there were no hopes of saving you. his hips slammed into yours at a rough and nearly animalistic pace, pounding into your core unforgivably.

his strokes were hard and deep, knocking the breath from you each time you slammed in, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continued to use your pigtails as leverage to pull you into his thrusts.

“f-fuck you feel so tight!” futakuchi hisses, his hips not once easing up on their unforgivable pace, sweat beading his forehead and covering both of your bodies like a thin sheet.

you can’t do anything but moan brokenly for him, the dull ache in your head from his constant tugging being outweighed from the immense pleasure of his fat cock slamming into you relentlessly.

out of nowhere, futakuchi releases your pigtails, but before you could fall into the bed, his arm snaps out and wraps around your throat, choking you slightly as he pulls your back to meet his chest, his hips angling just right so he slams straight into your g-spot.

you wail as he continuously thrusts into the spot that has you seeing stars, eyes unfocused as drool drips down your chin. futakuchi catches sight of your fucked out expression, tears still streaming down your face, and it only makes him want to fuck you harder.

you feel your orgasm rocketing towards you fast, and you know your boyfriend is close too because at that moment one of his hands sneaks in between your legs, strong fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles, sending your hurtling towards your orgasm.

“k-kenji, i’m - fuck! i-i’m gonna-” you try to warn him, but all he does is speed up his fingers, hips thrusting unrelentingly as he feels his peak coming up on him as well.

just as he’s about to tip over, your cunt clamping down on him deliciously, he sinks his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder, muffling his moans as he paints your insides, slowing his hips as he pumps you full of his cum.

the combination of the bite in your neck and the feeling of him releasing into you tips you over the edge, the tight coil in your abdomen snapping as you gush all over his cock, wailing and spasming from the force of your orgasm.

futakuchi gently rocks his hips into yours to help you ride out your orgasm, only stopping to lay your body gently onto the bed once you stopped twitching and spasming.

while you attempt to catch your breath, mind still reeling from such an earth-shattering orgasm, futakuchi can only stare at the mess between both of your legs in awe.

it’s only when you finally can breathe normally again that you notice him still staring, and you flush, slightly confused and embarrassed. “what are you looking at?” you whine, lightly nudging his thigh with your raised foot.

soft brown eyes full of awe and raw love meet yours, light brown hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he cocks his head to the side with a small, smug smirk. it makes your heart clench in your chest, swirling with love and lust at the sultry expression.

but all rational thought leaves your head as the words that leave your boyfriend’s lips make you want to curl into an embarrassed ball and die.

“i just made you squirt. i think i deserve a medal for that.”

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the-bafflement-of-scotland-yard · 3 years ago

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Which starlight characters makeup is your favorite and what actor has your favorite version of that makeup?

ooooOOOOOOOO anon you ask an awesome and very difficult question hrrnnnggg

First of all, because I'm a dependable slut, the characters whose makeup I love most are Electra and C.B. skdjfhsdjkfh

For Electra I have multiple options: either 2016 Bochum Richard Woodford or 2007 UK Tour Mykal Rand.

I'm very partial to the star and the amount of glitter that transforms into the cap on Richard (and those lips hrnngggg), but I also love the lightning bolts on Mykal's cheeks. And I know it's not makeup, but I really love Mykal's darker complexion, it suits Electra so much better and also please more POC in StEx hrnngggg

As for C.B. my favourite look is a very close finish between 2001 Bochum Oliver Rhoe Thornton and 2016 Bochum Dan Ellison.

The C.B. look has barely changed between them, but there are some subtle differences, like the red patches on Rhoe and the chin bolts and more defined lips on Dan. And if we're talking non-makeup facial features: I prefer Dan's blue eyes (make him look more piercing) and vivid orange hair colour, but the amount and placement of hair with Rhoe (Dan's looks fake, which enrages me cause he actually has gorgeous orange hair skdjfhsdkjfhsd).

Thanks for the ask, darling, I loved it!

#starlight express #stex #electra my beloved #c.b.

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chocoboba · 4 years ago

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Second Time’s A Charm || Kaminari Denki

Authors note:

AHHHHH-- it’s finally happening

This is my piece for the The wedding collab and I’m very grateful to be part of something put together by so many talented poc creators of the mha fandom🤧💕

Overview: Being able to transfer from general studies to the heroes course was a big accomplishment, but it wouldn’t be the your only big accomplishment after meeting an electric blonde

Warnings: None (it’s Fluffy) 🥺

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“You did it!”

“Nice going!”

“That’s awesome!”

Compliments were being given out left and right all morning.

Why?

“I can’t believe you were able to transfer to the hero course!” One of your friends said a smile on her face.

“Me neither,” you replied, still in disbelief of what Principal Nezu had told you yesterday afternoon. You had met in his office to receive the news that you had been accepted into the hero course and what class you were in.

“Class 1-A huh? They’ve been through so much already, do you think it’d be overwhelming? Y’know, since they’ve been at the center of almost every attack?” your other friend said in deep thought.

“Shhh! You’ll make her nervous!”

“Ah, sorry y/n!”

“No, it’s alright. To be honest, I am a little nervous,” you admitted, “But I’ll do my best!”

“Make us proud baby, mwah.”

“And don’t you dare forget about us!”

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Standing at the giant doorway of your new hero course homeroom was intimidating to say the least. But after taking a deep breath, you somehow managed to knock hard enough so they could hear you. Not long after, the door had opened to see your new teacher standing there, gesturing for you to come in.

“This is L/n Y/n, she just transferred from the general studies department.” Aizawa had introduced you to the class. “You can say a few words or not, doesn’t matter,” he grumbled, climbing into a yellow sleeping bag.

“Uh—””

“Um...it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope we can be friends.” Y/n smiled at her new classmates. There was a bit of an awkward silence before being asked to take your seat, which was behind a guy with green hair, whom Sensei had addressed as Midoriya.

Class went on as intended, no hero training that day, just regular subjects. So far your induction into the course had been fine for the most part, even though you hadn’t gotten to know anyone yet personally. At lunch, you were invited to sit at the girls table meeting and instantly became friends. After lunch was over you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

On your way back to class though, you accidentally bumped into someone on the way.

“I’m sorry--” both of you said simultaneously, as if it were an echo.

It was actually one of your new classmates who sat on the opposite side of the room. He had bright blonde hair, with a very defining lighting bolt mark in it, and those almost mesmerizing golden eyes.

“Wait, you’re the new girl,” he said with a smile while gesturing to himself. “We haven’t had a chance to talk yet, the name is Denki Kaminari and I’m pretty much the cool guy of 1-A. I like drawing, manga and trendy stuff, not to mention cute girls like you~” he says in a confident manner.

You stifled your laugh, concealing it with a small smile instead. “It’s very nice to meet you Kaminari, I hope we can get along.

“Also,” Y/n backtraced, “You said you like manga right? Me too.” Y/n smiled.

“Woah, really?” he asked in disbelief, to which you respond with a ‘yes’.”

“What other things do you like?”

“Oh, well some others things would be...hmm, I guess--””

As Y/n listed the things she liked and her hobbies, Kaminari was fascinated.

Denki knew he had a tendency to flirt with almost everyone, but something about Y/n made him feel different, like her being the first girl to give him the time of day. She was gorgeous. Her hair, her complexion, those (eye color) eyes that he noticed lit up when you started talking about your favorite things.

And to top it all off, you liked nearly all the things he liked!

He was absolutely fascinated.

“I think that’s pretty much it for my interest”--””

“You are literally everything I want in a woman.” Kaminari’s eyes sparkled.

Y/n’s face flushed. “Wha-I, uh”--

But then he grasped your hand and dropped on one knee with an exaggerated dreamy expression. “Will you marry me?!”

“O-oh my!”

“Oi! Dunceface!” A rough voice came before Denki was yanked backwards by a fiery ash blonde. “Quit being a dumbass, you’re creeping her out!” he said to Kaminari as three others came over. They looked a bit embarrassed by their electric friend.

“We’re so sorry about him.” The red haired guy had apologized to you.

“Yeah, he does this more than he’s supposed to,” another black haired guy had said.

“Hey! Don’t make it sound like I just go around doing this to anyone!” Kaminari argued.

“You shouldn’t be doing that at all!” The blond spat back as the other boys laughed at their antics which made you laugh as well.

“””I remember that day.”

“Hm? What was that, honey?”

Kaminari smiled widely as he looked over his shoulder on the couch. “The day we met.”

His partner had just finished cooking before wiping her hands on a kitchen towel before grabbing two plates. “How could I forget? You literally proposed to me, a complete stranger.” She giggled.

“Hey! I mean it wouldn’t have been the last time though. I had to try again of course,” he said before putting down a photo he was very fond of. A picture of his wedding day that showcased him, his beautiful wife with their friends and family. “And it worked this time didn’t it?” Kaminari said, almost smugly. His wife shook her head while preparing their plates.

“You were such a goofball...well I mean you still are but—”

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Shifting her gaze, Kaminari had softly laid his chin on her shoulder.

“Well guess what, I’m your goofball for life, babe,” He said, kissing her sweetly before pulling away. “Besides...you’ll have to put up with another goofball soon.” His hand rested on her stomach. “So it won’t just be me,” he chuckled.

You smiled. “I can’t wait.”

“I love you y/n...so much,” he muttered beside his wife’s ear.

“I love you too, Denki.”

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Thank you for reading! I really enjoyed being apart of this! 🤧💕💕💕💕

#BNHA POCuties collab #BNHA POCuties #my hero academia #bnha fics #boku no hero academia #black writer #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #bnha fluff

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sinceileftyoublog · 3 years ago

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Riot Fest 2021: 9/16-9/19, Douglass Park

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Much like Pitchfork Music Festival earlier this month, this past weekend’s Riot Fest felt relatively normal. Arriving at Douglas Park every day, you were greeted by the usual deluge of attendees in Misfits t-shirts and dyed hair, the sound of faint screams and breakneck guitars and drums emanating from nearby stages. The abnormal aspects of the fest, at least as compared to previous incarnations, we’re already used to by now from 2021 shows: To get in, you had to show proof of vaccination and/or a negative test no older than 48 hours, which means that unvaxxed 4-day attendees had to get multiple tests. Props to the always awesome staff at Riot Fest for actually checking the cards against the names on government-issued IDs.

For a festival that dealt with a plethora of last-minute changes due to bands dropping out because of COVID-19 caution (Nine Inch Nails, Pixies, Dinosaur Jr.) or other reasons (Faith No More/Mr. Bungle because of concerns around Mike Patton’s well-being), there were very few bumps in the road. Whether Riot Fest had bands like Slipknot, Anthrax, or Rise Against in their back pocket as replacements or not, it very much felt like who we saw Thursday-Sunday was always supposed to be the lineup, even when laying your eyes on countless “Death to the Pixies” shirts. Sure, one of the fest’s main gimmicks--peeling back the label on Goose Island’s Riot Fest Sucks Pale Ale to reveal the schedule--was out of date with inaccurate set times and bands, and it still would have been so had Faith No More and Mr. Bungle stayed, since Fucked Up had to drop out last minute due to border issues. But the festival, as always, rolled with the punches.

The sets themselves offered the circle pit and crowdsurfing-inducing punk and metal you’re used to, with a few genre outliers. For so many bands of all styles, Riot Fest represented their first live show in years, and a few acts knew the exact number of days since their last show. For every single set, the catharsis in the crowd and on stage was palpable, not exactly anger, or elation, but pure release.

Here were our favorite sets of the festival, in chronological order.

WDRL

Last October, WDRL (which, amazingly, stands for We Don’t Ride Llamas) announced themselves with a Tweet: “y’all been looking for an alt black band,, well here you go”. A band of Gen Z siblings, Chase (lead guitar), Max (lead vocals), Blake (drums), and Kit Mitchell (bass guitar), WDRL is aware, much like Meet Me @ The Altar (who, despite my hyping, I couldn’t make it in time to see) that they’re one of too few bands of POCs in the Riot Fest-adjacent scene. Their set, one of the very first of the weekend during Thursday’s pre-party, showed them leading by example, the type of band to inspire potentially discouraged Black and brown folks to start punk bands. Max is a terrific vocalist, able to scream over post-punk, scat over funk, and coo over slow, soulful R&B swayers with the same ease. The rest of the band was equally versatile, able to pivot on a dime from scuzzy rock to hip hop to twinkling dream pop. Bonus points for covering Splendora’s “You’re Standing On My Neck”, aka the Daria theme song.

Joyce Manor

Joyce Manor’s self-titled debut is classic. The best part of it as an album play-through at a festival? It’s so short that you can hear it and you’ll still have half a set for other favorites. So while the bouncy “Orange Julius”", “Ashtray Petting Zoo”, and ultimate singalong “Constant Headache” were set highlights, the Torrance, CA band was able to burn through lots from Never Hungover Again, Cody, Million Dollars to Kill Me, and their rarities collection Songs From Northern Torrance. Apart from not playing anything from Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired (seriously, am I the only one who loves that record?), Joyce Manor were stellar, from the undeniable hooks of “Heart Tattoo” to the churning power chords of “Catalina Fight Song”. After playing “Christmas Card”, Johnson and company gave one final nod to the original fest cancellation, My Chemical Romance, who were slated to headline 2020, then 2021, and now 2022. If you ever wondered what it would sound like hearing a concise punk band like Joyce Manor take on the bombast of “Helena”, you found out. Hey, it was actually pretty good!

Patti Smith

Behold: a full Patti Smith set! After being shafted by the weather last time around, a sunglasses-laden Smith decided not to fuck around, leading with the inspiring “People Have The Power”, her voice as powerful as I’ve ever heard it. Maybe it was the influence of Riot Fest, but she dropped as many f-bombs as Corey Taylor did during Slipknot’s Sunday night headlining set. After reluctantly signing an adoring crowd member’s copy of Horses, she quipped, “I feel bad for you have to cart that fucking thing around.” It wasn’t just the filthy banter: This was Smith at her most enraptured and incendiary, belting during “Because The Night” and spitting during a “Land/Gloria” medley, reciting stream-of-consciousness hallucinogenic lyrics about the power of escape in the greatest display of stamina the festival had to offer.

Circa Survive

“It feels good to dance,” declared Circa Survive lead singer Anthony Green. The heart and soul of the Philadelphia rock band, who cover ground from prog rock to post-hardcore and emo, Green was in full form during the band’s early Friday set, his falsetto carrying the rolling “The Difference Between Medicine and Poising Is in the Dose” and the chugging “Rites of Investiture”. While the band, too, can throw down, they’re equally interesting when softer and more melodic, Brendan Ekstrom‘s twinkling guitars lifting “Child of the Desert” and “Suitcase”. Ending with the one-two punch of debut Juturna’s introspective “Act Appalled” and Blue Sky Noise’s skyward “Get Out”, Green announced the band would have a new record coming soon, one you hope will cover the sonic and thematic ground of even just those two tracks.

Thrice

Thrice played their first show since February 2020 the same day they’d release their 11th studio album, Horizons/East (Epitaph). To a crowd of fans that came to hear their favorite songs, though, the Irvine, California band knew better than to play a lot of the new record, instead favoring tracks like The Artist in the Ambulance’s spritely title cut and Vheissu standout “The Earth Will Shake”. Yeah, they led with a Horizons/East song making its live debut, the dreamy, almost Deftones-esque “Scavengers”, and later in the set they’d reveal the impassioned “Summer Set Fire to the Rain”. But the set more prominently served to emphasize lead vocalist Dustin Kensrue’s gruff delivery, on “All the World Is Mad” and “in Exile”, the rhythm section’s propulsive playing buoying his fervency. And how about Teppei Teranishi’s finger tapping on “Black Honey”?!? Thrice often favor the slow build-up, but they offered plenty of individually awesome moments.

Smashing Pumpkins

William Patrick Corgan entered the stage to dramatic strings, dressed in a robe, with white face paint except for red hearts under his eyes. He looked like a ghost. That’s pretty much where the semi-serious theatricality ended. The Smashing Pumpkins’ first Chicago festival headlining set in recent memory was the rawest they’ve sounded in a while, counting when they played an original lineup-only set at the United Center a few years back. It was also the most fun I’ve ever seen Corgan have on stage. Though they certainly selected and debuted from their latest electropop turn Cyr, Corgan, guitarist James Iha, drummer Jimmy Chamberlin, guitarist Jeff Schroeder, and company more notably dug deep into the vault, playing Gish’s “Crush” for the first time since 2008, Adore’s “Shame” for the first time since 2010, and Siamese Dream barnburner “Quiet” for the first time since 1994 (!). Best, every leftfield disco jam like set opener “The Colour Of Love”, “Cyr”, and “Ramona” was quickly followed by something heavy and/or recognizable, Chamberlin’s limber drum solos elevating even latter-day material like “Solara”. At one point, Corgan, a self-described “arty fuck,” admitted that years ago he would have opted for more experimental material, but he knew the crowd wanted to hear classics, the band then delving into a gorgeous acoustic version of “Tonight, Tonight”. And while Kate Bush coverer Meg Myers came out to sing Lost Highway soundtrack industrial ditty “Eye”, it was none other than legendary local shredder Michael Angelo Batio who stole the show, joining for the set closer, a pummeling version of Zeitgeist highlight “United States”. Leaning into the cheese looks good on you, Billy.

The Bronx

Credit to L.A. punk rock band The Bronx, playing early on a decidedly cooler Saturday early afternoon, for making me put in my earplugs outside of the photo pit. Dedicating “Shitty Future” to Fucked Up (who, as we mentioned, had to drop out), the entire band channeled Damian Abraham’s energy on piercing versions of “Heart Attack American” as well as “Superbloom” and “Curb Feelers” from their latest album Bronx VI (Cooking Vinyl). Joby J. Ford and Ken Horne’s guitars stood out, providing choppy rhythms on “Knifeman” and swirling solos on “Six Days A Week”.

Big Freedia

The New Orleans bounce artist has Big Diva Energy, for the most part. After her DJ pumped up the crowd to contemporary Southern rap staple “Ayy Ladies” by Travis Porter, Big Freedia walked out and showed that “BDE”, firing through singles like “Platinum” and “N.O. Bounce” as her on-stage dancers’ moves ranged from delicate to earth-shaking. At this point, Freedia can pretty much do whatever she wants, effortlessly segueing between a cover of Drake’s “Nice For What” to “Strut”, her single with electropop DJ Elohim, to a cover of Beyone’s “Formation”. Of course, the set highlight was when she had volunteers from the crowd come up and shake and twerk--two at a time to keep it COVID-safe--all while egging them on to go harder. Towards the end of the set, after performing the milquetoast “Goin’ Looney” from the even-worse-than-expected Space Jam: A New Legacy soundtrack, she pulled out the beloved “Gin in my System”. “I got that gin in my system,” she sang, the crowd singing back, “Somebody gonna be my victim,” a refrain that compositionally not only leaves plenty of room for the thundering bass but is thematically a statement of total power--over sexism, racism, the patriarchy--even in the face of control-altering substances.

Les Savy Fav

During Les Savy Fav’s set, lead singer Tim Harrington at various points--*big breath*--went into the crowd, deepthroated an audience member’s mohawk spike, found a discarded manikin head with a wig on it, revealed the words “deep” and “dish” painted on his thighs and a drawing of a Red Hot on his back, rode a crowd member like a horse, made a headband out of pink tape, donned ski goggles, surfed on top of a door carried by the crowd, squeezed his belly while the camera was on it to make it look like his belly button was singing, and referred to himself as a “slippery eel.” Indeed, the legend of Les Savy Fav’s live show starts and ends with Harrington’s ridiculous antics, as he’s all but out of breath when actually singing dance-punk classics like “Hold On To Your Genre”, “The Sweat Descends”, and “Rome (Written Upside Down)”. We haven’t heard much in terms of new music from Les Savy Fav in over 10 years--their most recent album was 2010′s Root For Ruin--but I could see them and the extremely Aughts genre in general become staples of Riot Fest as albums like Inches, The Rapture’s Echoes, and !!!’s Louden Up Now reach the 20-year mark. Dynamic vocalists, tight bands, and killer grooves: What’s not to love?

State Champs

This set likely wins the award for “most immediate crowd surfers,” which I guess is to be expected when you begin your set with a classic track 1--album 1 combination. “Elevated” is the State Champs number that will cause passers-by to stop and watch a couple songs, the type of song that can pretty much only open or close a set. And because they opened with it, the crowd immediately ramped up the energy. It’s been three years since the last State Champs full-length, Living Proof, so they were in prime position to play some new songs. As such, they performed their bubblegummy “Outta My Head” and “Just Sound” and faithfully covered Fall Out Boy’s “Chicago Is So Two Years Ago” (releasing a studio version earlier this week). But the tracks from The Finer Things and Around the World and Back were, as usual, the highlights, like “All You Are Is History”, “Remedy”, “Slow Burn”, and set closer “Secrets”. At the end of the day, it didn’t entirely matter: The crowd knew every word of every song.

Bayside

Putting State Champs and Bayside back-to-back on the same stage made an easy decision for the many pop-punk bands at Riot Fest. Bayside’s been at it for twice as long, so the breadth of their setlist across their discography is more variable. Moreover, they’ve thrice revisited their discography with acoustic albums of old songs, so even their staples are subject to change. They provided solid versions of Killing Time standouts “Already Gone” and “Sick, Sick, Sick”, Cult’s “Pigsty”, and older songs like their self-titled’s “Montauk” and Sirens and Condolences’ “Masterpiece”. For “Don’t Call Me Peanut”, though, they brought out--*gasp*--an acoustic guitar! It was a rare moment not just for one of the most popular pop punk sets but the festival in general, a breather before Vacancy shout-along “Mary”.

Rancid

“Rancid has always been anti-fascist and anti-racist,” said Tim Armstrong before the band played “Hooligans”. It was nice to hear an explicit declaration of solidarity from the street punks, reminding the crowd what really matters and why we come together to scream and mosh. The band expectedly favored ...And Out Come The Wolves, playing almost half of it, and they perfectly balanced their harder edges with more celebratory ska songs like “Where I’m Going” from their most recent album Trouble Maker (Hellcat/Epitaph). My two favorite moments? The breezy, keyboard-laden “Fall Back Down” from their supremely underrated 2001 album Indestructable, and when they asked the crowd whether they wanted the set to end with “Time Bomb” or “Ruby Soho”. “We have 4 minutes left, and it’s disrespectful to play over your set time,” said Armstrong. It’s easy to see why Rancid continues to make an impression--instrumental and moral--on touring bands new and old.

Run the Jewels

The brilliant hip hop duo are masters of balancing social consciousness with the desire to fuck shit up for fun. Live, the former tends to come in between-song banter, the latter with their actual charismatic, tit-for-tat performances of the songs. However, Run the Jewels also are probably the clearest live performers in hip hop today, Killer Mike and El-P’s words, hypersexual and woke alike, ringing in the ears of audience members who don’t even know the songs. (Looking around, I could see people smiling and laughing at every dick joke, nodding at each righteous proclamation.) Some of the best songs on their most recent album RTJ4 (Jewel Runners/BMG) are perfect for these multitudes. Hearing both RTJ MCs and the backing track of Pharrell Williams and Zack de la Rocha chanting “Look at all these slave masters posin’ on yo’ dollar” on “JU$T” as the rowdy crowd bounced up and down was the ultimate festival moment. For those who had never seen RTJ, it was clear from the get-go, as Killer Mike and EL-P traded bars on “yankee and the brave (ep. 4)” that they’re a unique hip hop act. For the rest of us, it was clear that Run the Jewels keep getting better.

The Gories

It felt a little weird that legendary Detroit trio The Gories were given the first set of the final day--I’d have thought they’d have more draw than that. No matter what, they provided one of the more satisfying and stylistically varied sets of the festival, showcasing their trademark balance of garage punk and blues. Mick Collins and Dan Kroha’s guitar and vocal harmonies were the perfect jangly balance to Peggy O’Neill’s meat and potatoes drumming on “Sister Ann” and “Charm Bag”, while folks less familiar with The Gories were treated to their fantastic covers of Suicide’s “Ghost Rider” and The Keggs’ “To Find Out”. Smells like time for the first Gories album in 20 years!

FACS

I thought it would be ill-fitting to watch a band like FACS in the hot sun, early in the day. Their monochrome brand of post-punk seems better suited for a dimly lit club. But the hypnotic nature of Brian Case’s swirling guitar and Alianna Kalaba’s slinky bass was oddly perfect in a sweltering, faint-inducing heat. Just when you thought you might fade, squalls of feedback and Noah Leger’s odd time signatures picked you back up. Songs from their new album Present Tense (Trouble In Mind) such as “Strawberry Cough” and “XOUT” were emblematic of this push-pull. And everything from the band’s red, white, and black color palate to their lack of stage banter suggested a cool minimalism that was rare at a festival that tends to book more outwardly emotional bands.

Alex G

On one hand, Alex G’s unique combination of twangy alt country and earnest indie rock makes him an outlier at Riot Fest, or at the very least a mostly Pitchfork/occasional Riot Fest type of booking. On the other hand, like a lot of bands at the festival, he has a rabid fanbase, one that knows his back catalog hits, like “Kute”, “Kicker”, and “Bug”, as much as if not more than hyped Rocket and House of Sugar singles, like “Bobby” and “Gretel”. Backed by a band that knows when to be loose and when to tighten up--and the instrumental chops to do so--Alex G was better than he was a Pitchfork three years ago. He still sings through his teeth, making it especially hard to hear him on louder tunes such as “Brick”. But when the honesty of his vocals combines with the dreamy guitars of “Southern Sky” and circular melodies of “Near”, it’s pure bliss.

HEALTH

The formula for the LA industrial noise band has pretty much always been Jake Duzsik’s soft vocals contrasting John Famiglietti’s screeching bass and pedals and BJ Miller’s mammoth drums. Both in 2018 and Sunday at Riot Fest, the heat affected Famiglietti’s pedals, which were nonetheless obscured by tarp. Or so HEALTH claimed: You wouldn’t know the difference given how much their sound envelops your whole body during one of their live sets. Since their previous appearance at the festival, the prolific band has released two new records on Loma Vista, Vol. 4: Slaves of Fear and collaboration record Disco4: Part 1. Songs from those records occupied half of their excellent set, including battering opener “GOD BOTHERER”, “BODY/PRISON”, and “THE MESSAGE”. It was so wonderfully loud it drowned out K.Flay’s sound check drummer, thank the lord.

Thursday

Last time Thursday played Riot Fest, Geoff Rickly was battling heroin addiction, something he talked about during the band’s triumphant late afternoon set on Sunday. He mentioned the kindness of the late, great Riley Gale of Power Trip in extending a helping hand when he was down and extended his love to anybody in the crowd or even the world at large going through something similar. To say that this set was life-affirming would be an understatement; after 636 days of no shows, Rickly was at his most passionate. He introduced “Signals Over The Air” as a song the band “wrote about men beating up on women in the pit,” that a record exec at the time told them that it wouldn’t age well because he thought--no kidding--sexism would eventually end. Rickly’s voice, suffering from sound issues last time around, simply soared during Full Collapse’s “Cross Out The Eyes”, No Devolucion’s “Fast to the End”, and two inspired covers: Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark” and Texas Is The Reason’s “If It's Here When We Get Back It's Ours”. The latter the band played because TITR guitarist Norman Brannon’s actually on tour with them, though Rickly emphasized the influence the NYC post-hardcore greats had on Thursday when they first started. Never forgetting where they’ve come from, with self-deprecating humor and radical empathy, Thursday are once again a force.

Devo

Much like the B-52′s in 2019, Devo was the set this year of a 70′s/80′s absurd punk band with some radio hits that everybody knows but with a swath of die-hard fans, too. It’s safe to say both groups were satisfied. You walked around the fest all day wondering whether the folks wearing Devo hats were actual fans or doing it for the novelty. By the time the band actually took the stage after a career-spanning video of their many phases, it didn’t really matter, because it was clear the band still had it, Mark and Bob Mothersbaugh and Gerald Casale’s vocals booming throughout a massive crowd. They ripped through “Peek-a-Boo”, “Going Under”, “That’s Good”, “Girl U Want”, and “Whip It”, which caused the fans waiting for Slipknot (and presumably some Devo heads) to form a circle pit. And that was all before the first costume change. Mark passed out hats to the crowd, fully embracing converts who might have only known “Whip It”. The feverish chants of “Uncontrollable Urge” and synth freakouts of “Jocko Homo” whipped everyone into a frenzy. And the band performed the “Freedom Of Choice” theme song for the first time since the early 80′s! I had seen Devo before, opening for Arcade Fire and Dan Deacon at the United Center, but the atmosphere at Riot Fest was more appropriately ludicrous.

Flaming Lips

“The Flaming Lips are the most COVID-safe band in the world,” went the ongoing joke, as throughout the pandemic they’d give audience members bubbles for their bubbles to be able to play shows. The normally goofy and interactive band scaled back for Riot Fest. Before launching into their traditional opener “Race For The Prize”, Wayne Coyne explained that while the band is normally proud of where they come from--Oklahoma City--they’re saddened by the local government’s ignorant pandemic response and wouldn’t risk launching balloons or walking into the crowd because they might be virus spreaders coming from such an under-vaccinated area. To his and the band’s credit, they wore masks during the performance, even when singing; Coyne removed his only when outside of his bubble that had to be deflated and inflated many times and that sometimes muffled his singing voice even more than a mask. Ever the innovative band, they still put on a stellar show. Coyne autotuned his voice on “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, Pt. 1″, making it another instrument filling the song’s glorious pop melodies. Less heavy on props, the band favored a glitchy, psychedelic setlist that alternated between beauty (”Flowers Of Neptune 6″, “Feeling Yourself Disintegrate”, “All We Have Is Now”) and two-drummed cacophony (“Silver Trembling Hands”, “The W.A.N.D.”). They’ll give a proper Lips show soon enough, but in the meantime, it was nice to see them not run through the motions.

Slipknot

Apart from maybe moments of Slayer, I’ve never witnessed a headliner at Riot Fest as heavy as Slipknot was. Even the minor ethereal elements present on their most recent and very good album We Are Not Your Kind, like the chorus of voices during “Unsainted”, were all but abandoned live in favor of straight up brutality. Sure, there were moments of theatricality--Corey Taylor’s menacing laugh on “Disasterpiece” and pyrotechnics in sequence with the instrumentation on “Before I Forget” and “All Out Life”--but for the most part, Slipknot was the ultimate exorcism. Taylor’s new mask, with unnaturally circular eyes, seemed like it came from a particularly uncomfortable skit from I Think You Should Leave. They bashed a baseball bat to a barrel during the pre-encore performance of “Duality”. And the songs played from tape, like the gasping-for-breath “(515)”, were designed to contrast Slipknot’s alien appearance with qualities that were uncannily human. For a band whose performances and instrumental dexterity are otherworldly--who else can pull off tempo changes over a hissing, Aphex Twin-like shuffling electronic beat on “Eyeless”--the pure seething emotion on songs like “Psychosocial” and “Wait and Bleed” shone through. Like Smashing Pumpkins, and like so many other successful Riot Fest headliners, Slipknot abandoned drama for pure, unadulterated dirt.

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Dude oh my god I'm so happy you like poc HCs. Half Japanese and half Arabic sirius black is just y e s. And east or south asian james potter (specifically Arabic or Indian). I really want a character to be latinx (definitely not me projecting) but I cant think of any that come to mind immediately. Also!! Half Korean and half white lily. Maybe mexican remus bc I'm mexican and I love remus so much fkfbfkfbdj

YES TO ALL OF THESE!

To me, Sirius and Remus are both Chinese. I think that there’s a lot of internalized racism in there because Walburga always felt really insecure about being Asian and as a result they didn’t really get to learn that much about their heritage. It’s only afterwards that Sirius started learning more about his culture, speaking the language and finally gets over this internalized racism that his mum imposed on him.

Draco’s half Japanese because I think that would be gorgeous. Also because I’m writing a Hanahaki fic and I love the idea of him coughing up cherry blossoms and chrysanthemums.

Pansy is Chinese and absolutely badass. Luna is half Japanese/Korean, and Blaise is African American. I love Indian James Potter, POC Lily (Korean Lily sounds 👌👌 especially with that fire red hair? Like very Kpop style??) Which means Harry is half Indian, half Korean which would be gorgeous as well (though there would obviously be that racism coming from the Dursley’s and from Vernon...)

I HC Dorcas as Latina! And Benjy Fenwick is a POC (for some reason I thought Mongolian? But also African American!) Cho is Korean as well! (In Eighth year, she and Pansy go on epic Kpop karaoke sessions!) I also think Marcus Flint is Chinese/Japanese because I need more Asian HP rep!!

Seriously, I’m so happy to talk about my character hc’s ANYTIME (and I’d love for y’all to share yours!!)

#asks #anon asks #character hcs

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writingdollworlds · 3 years ago

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I know most people see the blondes and immediately think of the oversaturation and some of the poorly made dolls with blonde hair. I want to take a deep dive into each and give my options, thoughts, and things that couldn't been different. Also this is just my opinion, you don't have to agree! This is all light hearted also, let's get started!

Historicals:

Elizabeth- I know she had some controversy since her book didn't match the doll. Plus the rewrite that followed. I think, especially since her hair is wavy, she'd have been identical to Samantha. Aside from her pin curls. I honestly think the rework was understandable. Plus the doll to me reads similar to her character and personality in the books. While a doll like Samantha doesn't register quite the same. This one I can see both sides though. Other colors, like black could've worked too. I am a bit biased as I think Elizabeth is one of the prettiest AG dolls. However Black hair also would've been gorgeous.

Caroline- imagine she had black hair and the same striking green eyes! I don't think she's a bad doll by any stretch, but there seems to be no reason for her to be blonde. Any color of hair would've suited her. Plus a darker color hair and the same bright clothes and eyes would've been so striking and really drive home the vibes of the sea that she is supposed to embody. I honestly think I might send my Caroline to someone in the community to get her rewigged with a black colored wig instead!

Kirsten- I think a different shade of blonde and more historically accurate hairstyle wouldve suited her wonderfully! I don't have many opinions but I think her as a blonde isn't bad!

Nellie- i think her hair needs to be more strawberry blonde and less blonde blonde but otherwise the look suits her and its quite unique! I honestly wouldn't change her at all.

Kit-while Kits whole look is very iconic I don't think Kit necessarily needs blonde hair, I think a light brown would've also suited them! I think Kits look is pretty awesome, and super noticeable. But I don't think brown hair would dampen that at all. Brown hair, might have actually looked a bit nicer!

Maryellen- I have a few issues with her hair. I think its cute as is. But they should've totally made her a full red head with a more period accurate style! (While doing googling I noticed that a pony tail with bangs was a accurate style but idk it just feels the laziest of the options? If that makes sense) I noticed that most of the styles of the time are quite intricate and may be hard to replicate on a doll meant for kids. I found one that was popular among teens that I think Maryellen could've totaled rocked

Julie- Why did she just have long straight hair? Yes it was a style but it was usually accompanied by layered or feathered look or bangs. A more shag type with long bangs would've looked awesome! Plus brown hair and brown eyes are much needed.

Courtney- I have no option because I don't plan on getting her ever, however if you like her thats great! When I look at her she's not 80s as the history she's 80s as the modern marketing pull. Her looks look like costumes or the modern reruns of the 80s looks. Especially her hair. I don't mean to be saltly on main but E

GOTY:

Kailey- ah! I think this blonde works. I can't remember what time this was; but I know that for a long time when I was a kid living a lifestyle close to the beach, especially in cali, was linked to blonde hair! It makes sense to me why she has blonde hair

Mia St. Claire- I'm unsure what the change should be but she definitely needs a new color. I think with her meet outfit a more alternative style would've been sweet! Maybe raccoon dye and sideswept bangs. I'm not sure her personality or style but the shoes really give me 2000s alternative vibes.

Gwen- She should've had a unique shade of brown! I think it would look best still a light color. A new brown would help her stand out since Sonali and Chrissa are so unique themselves and Gwen is easily confused with #12

Lanie- absolutely no changes, none. At this time being blonde was heavily tied to feminine things, being a "mean girl" or "popular girl" and things like makeup, clothes, traditionally "girly" things. Lanie subverts that perfectly. She loves nature and is a self proclaimed scientist. It's perfect!

McKenna- while I love McKenna a different hair color would've looked just as good! I don't have specific ideas, I think her hair is nice but also other colors would suit her too.

Isabelle- Another blonde that needs no changes. While yes at the time the blonde was starting to get redundant. I think the blonde hair is perfect for her, and her unique part and wig, plus the added colors. Make it definitely a good look.

Lea- Lea,, confuses me in so many ways. Shes a gorgeous doll sure. But why isn't she fully a doc, why is she blonde, etc. I hate to say that I'd want to change her as she is another stunning doll but a dark brown or black would've been super nice too!

Kira- I wish they took the Kira doll and made her a truly me, so we could get more unique truly mes and get another poc GOTY 😩 /lh

Tenney- she should've been a brunette period, it would've been so pretty! Her freckles and eyes with big brown hair, ah *chefs kiss*

#american girl doll #american girl blog #girl of the year #american girl tumblr #american girl historicals #pleasant company #historical dolls #doll ideas

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