#and are the sleeves short and floofy

[badassindistress]

How are you doing today Talia?

Well, this morning I painstakingly cut every handsewn stitch out of my chemise to sew it all up again in a different way, so make of that what you will

[hotvintagepoll]

Danny Kaye (The Court Jester, The Inspector General)—Danny Kaye, idol of my childhood, maker of the weirdest faces! This man SETS HIMSELF ON FIRE and then puts himself out in a bucket in a movie based on a Gogol short story. In the same movie (Inspector General), he flirts by playing a carrot as a musical instrument. In Wonder Man, he's brilliant but struggles with things like riding buses. I have been envious of his fake Italian/French/German/Spanish monologues in The Court Jester for the past three decades. As Walter Mitty, he is SUPREMELY SILLY yet also somehow manages to be a comic foil for none other than Boris Karloff. All this is to say nothing of The William Tell Song (TV, thus not linked, but great.) I adore him.

Burgess Meredith (Of Mice and Men, That Uncertain Feeling, Second Chorus)—I first saw him in Idiot's Delight. He was standing next to Clark Gable on a balcony. I didn't even notice Gable was there, Meredith's scrungle game was too strong. -5'5 1/2 (1.66m) -He is THE weirdest little freak in That Uncertain Feeling, Merle Oberon picks him up in a psychiatrist's lobby. He's a concert pianist but he hates that people pay to hear him play, he can't stand them watching him. Vases offend him. He sees himself in an abstract painting. He's an absolutely chaotic gremlin and I love him SO much -He plays PENGUIN in the old Batman series!! What's scrunglier than that?! -"Was fascinated by the subject of non-human intelligence, particularly dolphins. He once believed that a dolphin somehow called to him for help in the middle of the night while he was staying at a friend's home on the beach. He ran out and found the dolphin, caught in a net under a dock down the beach, although there was no way he should have been able to know it was there. He released it, saving its life. He believed it had made some sort of connection with him, perhaps telepathic, to call for help." [IMDb] -He will forever be my favourite portrayal of George from Of Mice and Men, his speech about "seeds" and dreaming about a farm of his own wrecked me -In Tom, Dick and Harry, he's one of three suitors courting Ginger Rogers. It's zany and ridiculous, an absolute rollercoaster. He teachers to bowl with his sleeves rolled up. He drives a 3-wheeled motorcycle -He's in a MUSICAL with FRED ASTAIRE they're romantic rivals for PAULETTE GODDARD. He also wears a bucket hat. (Second Chorus) -His hair is VERY floofy in his early roles, I think that should be taken into consideration 4:54: [link to whole movie, editor has not watched it + can't vet but confirmed his hair is fluffy for the minute she did watch]

This is round 1 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here. Reminder that this is a movie poll, not a TV poll, in case any of you were flocking to any bird-brained ideas.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Danny Kaye:

He's so stupid. I love him.

Burgess Meredith:

Look at his face! He looks like a little field mouse, and a field mouse is scrungly. Admittedly I know him more from the Twilight Zone, in which he reached levels of peak scrungle, but I believe he deserves a place on this list.

[zankydraws]

You got any Wekiddy headcannons? Especially for MJ?

idk if these count as hcs or not but I might have some!

MJ 182: - he's a shapeshifting alien. idk what his true form would be yet but I want to draw it someday, I'd go with some sort of anthro reptile/shark mix probably - a bit of an asshole, likes to cause problems on purpose (his main goal is pissing off El Cool P) - loves pop-punk (bruh MJ makes me wish there was an actual pop-punk version of Incredibox where he's the main character..) - he thinks Xenomorph is a hottie.. (dfkgjhdfks) - I like to think he's a good artist, specifically good at spray painting (and he uses his talent to destroy public property or El Cool P's belongings) - definitely the most rebellious guy in the group - hates to dress up - can and will bite people (mostly Cool P)

El Cool P: - huge ego. absolutely massive - probably commits crimes (loves arson) - idk there's something wrong with him - would do good stuff for people (like giving money to charity) just to make himself feel better and make people love him more - uses his good looks and charm to his advantage - if he wants something, he WILL get it - probably has tons of merch with his own stupid face on it (he owns an El Cool Shirt and an El Cool Plushie for sure) - owns like millions of suits (and matching bucket hats) - argues with MJ all the time - a terrible driver (don't get into a car with him) (how did he even get a driving license?)

KC Glow: - precious baby boy, an absolute angel - looooong sleeves - does the excited flappy hand thing a lot - can actually glow in the dark, somehow - has freckles! - you could probably pick him up and carry him around and he would be chill about it

ASAP Bee: - looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you - loves bees, they are his best buddies - probably stores bees in his fanny pack - if you hurt/kill a bee, he will beat the shit out of you - seriously don't mess with him and his bee friends - loves bee memes, puns and everything bee related - owns a machine gun (this one is ridiclous but some people call him a machine gun guy and it made me think that it would be funny if he actually owned a gun. so don't mess with his bees unless you want a bullet in your butt) - absolutely loves honey, he's obsessed with it, always carries a bottle/jar of honey around

Big Duke: - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll - a very chill and nice guy - always ready to help! - I like to think he's a little chubby - short king

Swingy: - works out a lot, he's very fit and pretty strong - I talked about this some time ago but he gives me the 80's fitness instructor vibes so he can probably teach people how to work out properly and dance - kinda stupid but he's very nice! :D - loves food and eats all the time - likes his hair a lot and doesn't want anyone touching it - generally likes to look pretty

Blue GT: - kind of a bitch - has heterochromia (I drew him with different eye colors once and loved the idea a lot lol) - he's sooo tired of hearing MJ and Cool P argue ("just kill each other already") - he just wants to be left alone - wears turtlenecks and rings - has to look fabulous at all times - loves coffee

Memphis: - doesn't want to get in trouble but somehow always ends up getting in trouble because of MJ or Cool P (because they are assholes) (Mephis still likes to spend time with his buddies tho, even if it doesn't always end up being good for him) - his hair is extremely floofy and soft, it's unbelievable - he seems a little shy to me..

and that's all I guess.. I don't really have any headcanons for the other dudes, but I might come up with something someday

[snailsdraw]

BIG DISCLAIMER: this is based on these very cool posts by @gordonfreemansphysicsdegree (link 1 here) (OP's OG gems designs link here).

I don't own this AU, I just drew stuff because mind esplosion

[Start ID: 9 pages of user gordonfreemansphysicsdegree's HLVRAI-SU AU doodles drawn by user snailsdraw featuring the Science Team as gems.

Yellow Olivine Darnold in two outfits: the homeworld outfit and the on-earth oufit. The homeworld version resembles a warmer, high-collar version of Peridot's outfit with limb enhancers and a green visor, and features Darnold with a yellow coloured flat top afro and dark orange skin. His gem, which is green and triangular, resides on his forehead. The on-earth version features her wearing a duku headwrap with a star-shaped bow in the front, a yellow visor, yellow gloves and boots, a labcoat with a three-pointed collar like the top half of a star, and a one-piece swimsuit-like apparel separated into two shades of green by an inverted "V".

3 early Gem-Darnold sketches: Darnold in a mish-mash outfit consisting of a scarf, labcoat, a visor, arcade-patterned shirt, polkadot skirt, striped socks, rocket boots, and the headwrap. He is holding a clipboard and pen, and seems to be observing something. Beside that is a sketch of Darnold in homeworld attire, projecting a holographic screen with her floating, limb enhancer fingers. And lastly, Darnold in a labcoat again, looking sheepish.

Banded Carnelian Gordon and human Joshua: Gordon is a fat, bearded, one-armed gem with a ponytail, wearing a rounded visor over his eyes, a hoodie with stars on the ends of the drawstrings, sweatpants, and sneakers. His gem, located on his upper chest, is chipped. Joshua is a wide-eyed kid with floofy, spikey hair in a cowboy outfit with a star-shaped sheriff's badge and toy horse. There's a sketch of Joshua attempting to eat a worm, and another of Gordon looking very tired.

Blue Dumortierite Benrey: He resembles a quartz in uniform and body type, except shorter and wearing a hood. His left hand is hidden behind his back, but a callout drawing shows that there is a raindrop-shaped gem inserted sideways into the back of his hand.

Lapis Benrey: He is a fat gem with an undercut and bangs, and is wearing an outfit that resembles Lapis's, except with tights instead of a skirt. He is sitting cross-legged with his watery wings out, and is throwing a peace-sign, his gem now visible on his left hand and in it's original, flat position. Next to this is Benrey in his earth-outfit, consisting of a cap with a star decal on the side and ear flaps and a ponytail sticking out the back, a crop-top hoodie with a star-shaped open patch on the back, a translucent skirt, and open-toe tights. He's making a kissy face, and is posed with one foot kicked up behind him and a hand on his hip, the other hand flipping his cap ear flap like you would long hair.

Yellow Agate Tommy: He is a tall, lanky gem with hair styled resembling a mound atop his head with rings resembling the agate mineral, and is dressed like Holly Blue Agate with a high-collar, shawl, and high boots. He is standing attentively with his hands in the diamond pose. Beside that is a sketch of Tommy in an oversized Beach City Funland shirt and a propeller hat he'd won at the Funland. He touches the cap reverantly like he's just had a revelation from having fun for once in millenia and this is a turning point for him. Next to that is Tommy in his earth-outfit, consisting of a short puffy-sleeved top with 2 pompoms down the front, a bowtie, a cummerbund, and tights with shoes tipped with pompoms. Sunkist, a corrupted Pearl who resembles a large, masked bird, is lolling her tongue happily while she recieves some scritches from a smiling Tommy.

Corrupted Cream Pearl Sunkist: Originally, she is a Pearl with shoulder-length hair and a curl on her forehead and attire that resembles Pink Pearl's except with a translucent curtain around her shoulders instead. She stands with a foot pointed out in front of her like a ballerina, and her fingers interlocked before her chest. Next to it is a drawing of her corrupted, bird creature form. Additionally, there is a sketch of her after she is newly healed, touching her face in wonderment and tearing up. She now mostly looks like a Pearl, except with longer hair resembling wings, no nose, and an inverted "V" line across the middle of her face.

Green Quartz Dr Coomer: He is an old gem in Quartz uniform with a roundish moustache, a balding head and under-eye wrinkles. His weapon are two huge gauntlets, like Garnet's. A round gem resides on top of his forehead. On Earth, he wears a singlet with ripped edges around the armpits resembling a star-shape, and suspenders with star-shaped buckles. He flexes, showing off his bulging arm muscles.

Fusion-Zircon Bubby: He looks like an average Zircon, just slightly taller and much older, and with two monocles instead of one. His hair droops back in a triangle, and his boxy jacket has unbalanced shoulderpads with two jutting out from one shoulder and only one from the other, and a mis-matched number of line decal on his sleeves and pant legs. He also has heeled boots and a three-pointed hankerchief under his gem - a fusion of several shards of Zircon. He's posed with his head tilted up and hands on his hips. On Earth, he has a balding head with hair also angled in a triangle behind his head. He wears a tracksuit with a big star pattern front and centre. His sleeves and boots are mis-matched in lengths. /End ID.]

I WILL EXPLAIN I only changed Darnold's gem cut because I learned that Olivine is Peridot in mineral form and went oh👀?

Very very interesting HLVRAI 2 AU, awesome times.

[recovering-vamp]

[ID: a digital drawing of Lian (she/they), a fat tiefling woman. She has yellow skin and horns, short green hair, and a tail. Lian is smiling widely and holding her hands up in front of her, as though dancing. She's wearing a long, off-the-shoulder red dress with sheer, puffy sleeves. They're also wearing lots of gold jewelry, including big hoop earrings, a big statement necklace, dangly bracelets, and several bits and bobs looped around their tail. She's wearing a gold crown that looks vaguely like a sunny halo. The background is largely abstract shades of red, with strands of fairy lights behind them. End ID.]

A commission for the lovely @kingfisherkink who also provided the image ID - this one was such a joy to draw, got to draw big floofy dresses and shiny shings soooo. Big wins for me.

[alloru]

here's another work in progress!!

I sketched this cutie at about 5 in the morning one day and immediately fell in love with the design. the floofy ears!! the little claws! I'm really happy with how the anatomy turned out as well :3

I can't wait to practice some skin shading on her as well! since it's winter I haven't been drawing characters with short sleeves in quite a while and I think I'm a little out of practice ^v^'

have a lovely next 24 hours everyone!!

[roxyteal]

I just realized I could make this, so I did.

From @cornedbread 's maid outfit design for Billy! (It's only on Twitter so my apologies) I have been given full permission, so you can find the QRs below!

The short sleeved version, which allows for puffy sleeves.

And a long sleeved version, that """attempts""" to add the gloves (but AC doesn't really... Do gloves :( ). I tried my best okay!!!

I also can't do the hat because it would sacrifice his floofy hair too much. Alas...

[darkandstormydolls]

How well different periods of Victorian women’s fashion would do as ghost outfits, according to my own heavily biased and completely arbitrary opinions:

1830’s

No. Are you kidding me? Look at those sleeves. You would be laughed right out of Ghosttown. The skirts are full, but they’re ankle length and floofy all the way around. (And again, the sleeves.) Combined with the hairstyles of the period, the overall effect is utterly ridiculous. I know some people love the 1830’s for their “whimsy” or “fun” but I just think they look silly. This was an entire decade where of sheer silliness and tomfoolery.

2/10

1840’s

Okay, improvement. We have tamed The Sleeves, thank heaven. The skirts are still fluffy, but not too fluffy, and a little longer, which helps a bit. Considering the general calmness of this period, it could work as a ghost outfit. The hairstyles have calmed down, any floof at the sleeves is down to a bishop sleeve, which could be a little nice and ghostly, and these dresses usually look a little simpler (although the amount of plaid that makes an appearance in this era is not helpful) and could make a nice classic ghost outfit. It’s not the best, but it’s not bad.

7/10

Crinoline Era

As the name suggests, this is the era of the Big Freaking Skirt. This is partially a positive (the DRAMA) and partly a negative. I’ve always thought of the 1850’s as the Sweet Lolita of the era, with all the floofy skirts and flounces and rows of ruffles. It calms down a bit by the early 1860’s, but it’s still a lot of big round floof. The flared pagoda sleeves of this era could be nice and ghostlike, but the overall frilliness and fringe rather detracts from the effect. Just like the 1840’s, it’s not the best, but it’s still not bad.

7/10

Crinolette Era

This era has some positives, one of those being that I like it and it will therefore be ranked rather highly. This was a short, transitional period, but it managed to get a lot of the positives of the former and following eras with few of the negatives. The sweet Lolita look is lost as the fullness of the skirts shifts towards the back, leading to the beginnings of the trailing, back-heavy skirts that dominate the later Victorian era. Now, I think that sweepy, trailing skirts are a great part of a ghost outfit, so this is a huge positive. We still have dramatic sleeves, and the trim is a bit more sedate, but the skirt is still a little bulky for optimal ghosting.

8/10

1st Bustle Era

(Fashion plate because it was strangely hard to find a good extant dress)

Now we’re getting somewhere. Skirts that sweep dramatically behind the wearer? Perfect ghost clothes. Other than that, there’s not a ton to say. We’re not quite in trains always all the time territory, but they do show up, and that’s always a nice addition. There’s plenty of frills and ruffles to drift dramatically about. And I’m definitely not biased because this is my favorite period or anything.

10/10

Natural Form

Now, here we have some positives and negatives. On the plus side, we have trains. Lots of trains. Basically all the time. And a train is always a positive for a ghost outfit. However, with the lack of as much of a significant bustle, the effect of the train sweeping behind is muted by being only on the floor. And with the way the dramatic sweeping skirts are less dramatic, the effect is reduced. Additionally, I think the long-fitting cuirass bodice also dampens the drama of a good sweeping skirt, although that may just be my personal dislike of them poking through.

7/10

2nd Bustle Era

This one is an improvement on the natural form if only by the presence once again of a large, pronounced bustle. Also, it’s not shown on the example, but there are plenty of trains in this era, so we can have the best of both worlds. Other than that, there’s not a ton to say. It’s not optimal (my nemesis the cuirass bodice appears again >:( ) but it’s pretty good.

9/10

The 1890s

Well, there’s a lot to say here. On the plus side, floofy sweeping skirts! On the other hand, well…

The Sleeves make another appearance.

Now, some people love puffy sleeves. And if that’s you, good for you. I am not one of those people. But they aren’t quite as bad as the 1830’s, and they have trailing skirts to make up for it, so I rank it higher.

7/10

1900-1901

(This pic may be a few years later, but you get the general idea)

This is quite a short era- not fashion wise, it just ceases to be Victorian after a couple of years.

I’d say it’s pretty good. The sleeves have tamed down from insane to simply dramatic, the skirts are still dramatically sweepy, and the fondness of this era for delicate white lingerie dresses makes it an excellent choice for ghost outfits. My one bone to pick with it is the loose pigeon breasted fronts, which aren’t much my taste and I think don’t quite fit the others (In my opinion at least, one of the few consistent features of the entire era is the fitted bodices, and this part kind of sticks out dramatically), but it’s not that significant.

8/10

[solar-halos]

okay i need to stop posting in the middle of the night bc the last two times i did that i was doing entirely too much in the tags + posted a torso reveal (as if i’m not a pic of snoopy walking around going 👍) but i need to keep talking about lucy grays rainbow dress. so here’s an unasked for progress check + the inspo for the top i wanna crochet in case i wanna connect the skirt to the shirt to actually make it a dress lol:

okay i put a cutoff here bc i wanna rant but don’t wanna put such a long post on anyone’s dash <3. but for the top it was a toss up between a puff sleeve and a corset but i decided to go with the puff sleeves for a few reasons

1) it’s giving 1890s. not to sound like a nerd but i had a huge historical fashion phase when i was younger and i’m in love with the idea of lucy gray’s puff sleeves representing a different era (since, yk, ballad in general represents a diff era)

2) i’ve never crocheted a puff sleeve top before so it would be fun to try hehe (but i have crocheted a corset top and it does not Stay Up so, in the event that lucy gray was performing in an all-yarn outfit, that would not be very practical for her)

3) okay wouldnt the sleeves subtly fluffing around as she performs be kinda cute? obviously they’re not gonna be super fluffy or anything (just the amount of floofiness in the pic) but it’s kinda like a less intense version of the skirt ruffling

speaking of the skirt:

ohhhh my good. i alternate between loving and hating the white panels but tbh there’s nothing i can do unless i wanna drop an ungodly amount of money on a skirt that’s not even my style. but good thing it’s my sisters style (actually it might not be she looked at it and went “omg omg it’s so cuteee <3” and when i asked if she herself would wear it she went “o.o welll..” so maybe i’ll just have to do my hair and makeup entirely different to sell that this is in fact my style bc no way am i not wearing something i spent literal money + time on). sorry that was a tangent but it’s around knee length rn and i think i have enough yarn (of the rainbow color scheme and scrap yarn) to make it a bit longer. i’ve always envisioned lucy grays dress as a maxi, so maybe i’ll get one more skein of yarn at the end of the month since they’re having a sale. but the whimsy when it comes to wearing this skirt is unreal. like when i put it on i always gotta do a little spin to see the ruffles shift. and that’s actually another thing that makes me convinced that lucy grays skirt is a maxi bc making it into a mini skirt was atrocious. and that’s saying something bc if my entire ass isn’t hanging out of a skirt then what the fuck am i even wearing it for. but it just looked a bit strange and i thought it was bc there was SO much volume on top and it made me a look a bit disproportional, but once my mom stopped going “that’s a lot of colors going on” she had an answer that (while very crude.. and maybe a bit problematic) explained things:

“you look like a pedophile’s dream”

yeah. to be clear i don’t agree that women who dress in ruffles and pastels and things that are considered “childish” are trying to appeal to pedophiles, but keeping the skirt so short and colorful and ruffly made it look very Young. also making it longer added to the whimsy since there’s more fabric that swooshes around when you spin

okay i think i’m done. so thankful that i have tumblr now bc where else was i gonna rant about rainbow dress omg. but tbh i think i’m gonna take a break from making this before i get burnt out and finish a chapter for a fic bc the hg grind never stops. bye!!

[transastronautistic]

ID: digital painting on a blue background of a grinning butch with two unhappy femmes. The butch has light brown skin and brown hair and wears an off-white suit and shoes, white dress shirt, red bow tie and cummerbund, and a hot pink carnation in the buttonhole; they stand between two femmes with light skin.

The femme on the butch's left side is blonde and wears a hot pink full length dress with short floofy sleeves, elbow length white gloves, a hot pink flower in her hair, and has both hands on the butch's shoulder.

Meanwhile, the femme on the butch's right side is brunette with glasses and wears a bright orange full length dress that's cut a little higher in front than in the back, showing off white heels with orange bows. The top of the dress is a shawl.

The butch is grinning big and winking at the femme in hot pink, with their arm around the femme in orange, who has her tongue out at pink femme, who glares back.

1980s dyke prom and no one will stop fighting over the butches

[saxifactumterritum]

i bought a super thing from a charity shop today it is FLOATY it is UGLY it is BI COLOURS it is really badly short at front long at back (it just is sewed together like two entirely different super floaty garments). I got it at home and it did not fit :( my arms are too muscular and fat for the tight bit before the floofy sleeves. so I thought I WILL CHOP THEM OFF good plan. 40 mins later still can't find scissors :( I have a tiny pen knife though! SUCCESS

I put it on without the sleeves and it fits and I was like OH BITCH! I FLOAT! it is SO swishy and SO fabulous and I really need to get a haircut in a place that doesn't make me look so baby face femme cus I want HARD LINES in my hair to go with my BITCH FLOAT.

[theartofmilkinggiraffes]

7 and 27

7.

I answered this one already, but if I'm going to the aquarium nearby, a very specific animal I look forward to seeing is the lobster that is from the grocery store in my hometown! Long story short there was a Very Big lobster in the grocery store tank that started a heated civil war and ended with the lobster being adopted by the aquarium.

27. Favourite or go-to outfit?

Hmmmmm it changes every time I get a new Fun Item but right now it's a flowy burnt orange crop top with cut outs and tassels on the long sleeves (very jester/bard vibes) and a pair of my fun patterned floofy pants! At least that's for when I want to feel dressed up but not dressy ya know?

Thanks for asking 💜

[badassindistress]

I like it a lot better now than I did before gathering. It's very Waterhouse at the moment

Sewalong update:

Gathering up the neckline finely takes such a long time that I've attempted Morgan Donner's two needles gathering technique. Tricky, but it is faster!

How are you all doing? Ready for the next step?

[making-gallimaufry]

Floofy shirt sewalong step 3

It took a lot longer than I expected or intended, but at this point that should surprise exactly no one (including me).

It took 3 tries to get the collar on the right way. The first time, I learned that the gusset/reinforcement areas have too many layers and are too bulky to gather gracefully. The second time, I left those areas ungathered and hoped not to regret that decision in future, sewed about 1/3 of the way around, and realized that I was attaching the collar inside out. I did Not want to redo the gathers again, so after the first edge of the collar was attached, I just unpicked the short ends, reironed the collar the other way out (hurray for fabric without right and wrong sides), sewed the ends back up the correct way, and stitched the inside of the collar to the shirt.

I’m actually really happy with how the gathers turned out.

Please hold while I figure out where the sleeve pieces got to...

[crsinclair]

Shouta after the Hospital War arc, getting used to his eyepatch and prosthetic. New injuries, new scars, new ways to deal with them.

Then there's Eri. 

Eri who watches him in his peripheral as he's putting his eyepatch on as he's getting out of bed, as he straps his prosthetic on and then makes sure his pants cover it up. Who sees him always, always careful of the scars, keeping the eye covered and the stump in a special sock. 

He wonders why at first, thinking perhaps she's worried about him, or that maybe she thinks he looks too different.

Then one day the straps to his eye patch break, and she panics.

PANICS.

"Eri, it's fine," Shouta says, even as she frantically starts looking for anything to try to fix the straps.

"It isn't!" she says, tears forming and her tiny hands shaking. "You're just saying that!"

"I'm really not," he says. "My eye will be okay until I get home." 

"But everyone will see your scars!" she wails.

Shouta frowns. "What?"

"Y-your scars, A-a-aizawa-san!" she repeats, starting to hiccup as she sobs. "You - you're covering them up, and now everyone will see them, and - and I'm s-sorry I can't h-help!" 

As Eri cries, loud and wailing with crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks and her hands messily and uselessly trying to wipe them away, Shouta sees her clothes.

Her long sleeves. Her turtleneck. Her thick tights under the floofy skirt.

His heart aches as everything clicks. 

"Eri," he calls. "Hey, come here."

He pulls her into a hug, rubbing her back and calming her down, and waits until she can breathe properly again before attempting to explain to her.

He doesn't wear the eyepatch to hide his scars - he wears it to protect what's left.

"It's the same with my leg, too," he says, patting just above his knee, and Eri looks down. "I can't risk dirt or germs getting in, or I might get an infection. If that happened, I couldn't go back to fighting villains."

Eri sniffs, thinking for a moment. "...Really?" 

Shouta cracks a small smile. "Really."

"You..." She wrings her small hands, voice quiet. "You're not...ashamed...?"

"No," he tells her, squeezing her shoulder gently. "I got these scars because I was..." He thinks for a moment. "Fighting bad guys. 

There's nothing for me to be ashamed of."

Eri bites her lip, and she looks at her own arms. "Oh."

"Hey." Shouta tips her chin up so that she's looking up at him again. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of, either, alright?"

"But..." 

Shouta takes a deep breath - this is still a sensitive topic with Eri, but perhaps it's time to broach the subject for this conversation. "The one who hurt you. You'd say he was a bad guy, right?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Maybe even one of the worst of them all."

Eri gives a small nod.

"Well, I know it might be hard for you to understand right now, but you'd been fighting him for a long time. It was because of you that Midoriya and Togata were there to fight him, you know."

Eri's lip trembles.

"So, if anyone ever asks..." Shouta continues gently.

"You got your scars by fighting bad guys, too."

Eri sniffs once, twice, and then throws her arms around him as she cries.

After that day, she doesn't watch him put on his eyepatch or prosthetic anymore. Instead, she starts wearing short-sleeve shirts and shorts with a smile.

[lalunanymph]

i think i think i think i think i think we might need a little one shot of a househusband kakucho (if you have time)

JELLY KISSES — kakucho

tw. babies, food, breastfeeding, reader calls kaku “daddy” ++ kaku takes your last name & calls u one of his ‘babies’ 🥺

—

This was a code red emergency. 

An absolute disaster. 

The L/N household… had run out of peanut butter. 

Kakucho glared at the empty jar as if by his narrowed eyes alone, it would magically fill up. He fisted the apron, unclenching and clenching his grip around the stained navy polyester, leaving the material wrinkled and looking worst for wear. 

One quick glance at the clock. 

His babies would be awake in less than half an hour.

It would start with Kiku’s pattering feet on the cold tiled floors, her pink blanket, and fuzzy bunny in tow that would exacerbate his guilt. Then, Katsuro would be in your arms, and you… you would pout when he broke the news to all three of you that this household’s favorite spread had run empty. 

He had to think. Fast. 

“Daddy?” 

Fuck!

He reined in the cuss word about to leave the tip of his tongue, turning around to find the little girl who was a carbon copy of you sleepily rubbing her vermillion eyes.

Her face warm with sleep, she drunkenly waddled over to him, dropping Mr. Fluffy and Mr. Floofy (he still couldn’t tell the difference between who held the coveted Mr. Fluffy title—it changed on a daily basis) and stretched her short arms up towards him. 

“Morning, sweetpea,” he murmured, bringing her into his embrace, balancing the small girl on his hip. “Slept well?” 

She yawned, burying her face in his neck, and despite the panic that doused him with anxiety, his heart bloomed at her innocent affection. 

Toddlers were such fickle creatures; one day, his darling girl wouldn’t even let him brush her hair, exclaiming that she was big enough to do it on her own and the next, she would tug on his sleeve, asking him without words if she could cuddle in between him and you because she had a nightmare. 

Kakucho made sure to savor every single drop of time he had before he had to put his babies down and never carry them up again. 

He dreaded that day, but for now, there was another pressing issue. 

“Baby, how about I make you jelly sandwiches instead, hmm?” 

Kiku blinked, and Kakucho cursed himself again for keeping the empty peanut butter jar out in the open. Her lips pursed and she shook her head. 

“Nuh-uh. Want peanut butty.” 

“But, peanut butty is finished,” he grabbed the jar and shook it, mimicking her pout. “Sorry, sweetpea. Daddy forgot to buy it yesterday.” 

This could go two ways: a meltdown of epic proportions before the day even started or a churlish glare over jelly sandwiches. Kakucho prayed it was the latter. 

Before he could be dealt with her response, you walked in, sleep crusting your eyes, hair sticking out in different ends, and dressed in nothing but his shirt from yesterday night; Katsuro still asleep in your arms. In other circumstances, he would take the time to admire you, perhaps even sneak a cheeky squeeze of your ass to tell you without words how much he wanted you after breakfast. 

But, your eyes widened at the tension in the room, zeroing in on a pouting Kiku. 

“Oh, no. What happened, baby?” 

“Peanut butty!” she cried and smacked her father’s chest with a tiny fist. Kakucho winced, knowing full well he deserved it. “I want peanut butty sammich!” 

His son—a swaddled bundle, with tufts of his dark hair peeking out, and pouty lips he also got from you—squirmed and you distractedly glanced down at him. 

This was going south faster than he expected. 

“C’mon, Kiku,” Kakucho tried to coax. “Why don’t you try something new today? If you don’t like it, daddy will buy you ice cream for lunch, okay?” 

You picked up a spare cloth on the kitchen counter, draping it over your shoulder and dragging down the sleeve of the too large shirt. While you breastfed Katsuro, you watched as Kakucho tried to cajole his little girl into eating jelly sandwiches instead. 

After minutes of bartering and more silent pouts from the world’s most judgemental food critic, Kiku relented and Kakcuho could’ve cried with relief. 

He quickly fixed up three jelly sandwiches for each of you, taking care to remove the crusts for Kiku and slicing yours into two triangles, just the way how you liked your sandwiches in the mornings. 

With his little family seated at the dining table, Kakucho could finally relax. He sipped on his coffee, observing how Kiku took one reluctant bite from the sandwich he prepared. And then another. And another. Strawberry jelly splattered down onto the table, missing the rim of her plate and he chuckled, wiping her mouth with a paisley napkin you insisted on buying. 

“Yummy!” his daughter enthused and Kakucho cooed, secretly grateful she had your low-maintenance attitude. 

You ate as well, Katsuro napping after his own breakfast, a quiet angel in contrast to his lively nee-chan. Kiku bubbled and babbled on about her ballet lessons, clueing in her parents on what dances she loved, how she adored the swishing of her skirt and the friends she made. 

Once she finished eating, she wobbled to her feet, tugging on Kaku’s sleeve and smacking one sticky, jelly kiss on her father’s cheek to thank him for breakfast. 

Thank goodness. All was well in the L/N household. 

“I think we might have to buy three jars of peanut butter and jelly as backup.” 

Kakucho hummed, holding his son close to his chest while you washed up. Kiku was in the living room, snuggling with Fluffy and Floofy, watching her Saturday cartoons. He gazed down at the sleeping baby, quietly mapping out the little divots of his son’s face with his forefinger as lightly as he could. 

Just shy of three months, Katsu rarely ever cried, preferring to sleep instead. When he did get fussy, it was because his diaper was wet or he was hungry, and in this way, he was fully Kakucho’s. All his blunt countenance and straightforward mannerisms. You had always joked that Katsu was his mini-me; so serious and unperturbed. 

“I want another one.”

You glanced at him, wiping off your damp hands with an Ikea washcloth by the sink. 

“You want four jars of jam?” You joked, “Don’t you think that’s a little bit of an overkill?” 

“No, silly,” he grinned and casting a furtive glance to the living room, the coast was clear for him to lean forward and kiss you full on the mouth. “Another baby,” he murmured against your lips. 

You pressed your palms to his cheeks, leaning back slightly with a skeptical look to check if he was joking. He wasn’t. That face you loved so dearly and could map out even if you turned blind in this lifetime was older, slightly more weather-beaten. A smile line was forming in the left corner of his mouth, and you often joked how much he was turning into a ‘silver fox’ and that younger women would be gagging to have a shot with him.

Kakucho always dismissed you, grasping your hips—those dear hips that have birthed two of his most precious pearls—and nuzzled his face into your neck. You’re the only one I want to do this with, angel. 

“Katsu is just fresh out of the oven,” you tried to argue. But, it was useless. 

He grinned and just from that smile alone, you would’ve given him anything. 

“I know, I know. But I want more babies with you, love. Not now now. Just… soon.” 

You considered it. Another little nugget in the house. Another mouth to feed and diapers to change. More backaches, stretch marks and months off your feet, recovering from childbirth. 

Also, more love to give and receive within these cracked eggshell walls. More hugs, jelly kisses and morning cuddles. More happy memories and another name to add into your memories. 

What could you do but nod? 

“Okay,” you murmured, and following his example, sneaked a look to the living room before grabbing the front of his apron, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. 

Katsu stirred, but didn’t interrupt this moment between his parents. 

And for the first time, Kakucho was grateful that his little bean was that—still little—and couldn’t blanch in disgust when you snaked a cheeky hand to squeeze the globes of his tight ass. 

“Hey,” he warned, and you giggled. 

“You have a little jelly right here,” you whispered, and he froze when your tongue flitted out, swiping the sweet dot off his chin. 

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he warned, eyes softening when you took Katsu from him, your own eyes hazy with love and warmth. 

Your cheeky grin that he often found mirrored in his own children’s expression made him fall a little bit more for you on this cool, Saturday morning. 

“Oh, I’m counting on it… Daddy.”

a/n. sobs i want this life so badly househusband!kaku will be the death of my feels 😭