#hero's messy hair?

[lilac-gold]

thinking about how rococo and sweetheart and spaceboy symbolise sunny and mari and hero respectively again and hnng

[mishiami]

save me fem dabihawks

[povertygoblin]

💜🖤 Just a sketchy little doodle for my “Crown of Thorns” Au! 🤍💚

[oifaaa]

Dude I'm SO glad to see another person love katsuki bakugou 💥

Each time I say he is my favorite they are like "........him?" and go on and on

I know I haven't interacted with my hero in a while but are there still people who are actually weird about someone liking Bakugo?? After all his character development?? anyway trying to figure out how I want to draw the boys

[muttsterion]

My Own Sketch of Kenny's Goodbye.

A little bit of a something from yours truly to pay homage to South Park BLU's 25th release anniversary as well as the 25th of Kenny's very first face reveal to the world and his big heroic sacrifice. I love this guy ok. XD

[randomperson0k]

big art dump of random stuff in my files that i have no idea if ive already uploaded here or not . throwing my hand into the pile of trash that is my files

shameless advertisement im much more active on my toyhouse than my tumblr (because i find tumblr scary). https://toyhou.se/DragonDog ooo you want to follow my th account so you can get my extremely weird slightly concerning monthly bulletins on there so bad ooo. also i do insane movie rambles on there too [ask me about the how to train your dragon 3 movie i dare you]

in order of characters - my hero academia headcanon & au vers of izuku [because im a nerd] my headcanon au whatever tgs jekyll and hyde [also because im nerd] and my dnd character knob [youll never guess it]

[eggs-can-draw]

Persona 5 x Slay The Princess except I just really wanted to draw The Long Quiet!Joker

[ceallachs]

🍁あきらくん

[boombams]

fall in love with me? 

(+ sketch under the cut bc i like it more)

[rin-rin-kururin]

Actually... I'm curious do you have any ocs?

If so I want to know :3

I do have a few of my fictional worlds with ocs in them, but I have them mostly in written form. I think you might like the one with the fantasy setting. Disclaimer: I think of my worlds as if they were a videogame, so a lot of my explanation will make sense if you think of it as an RPG! 

In short, it's about a party that tried to defeat the bad guy but eventually got stuck because of an impassable door. At least, that's the premise of it. In order to get this door open, they have to retrace their steps through different locations and search for clues. They are revisiting previous places from their journey while simultaneously retelling the story that happened there (through interactions of the party with each other or the world's reaction). The story expands on some side characters that were either a mini-boss or a guide before but were forgotten after their perspective zone was cleared, and adventures might even ask them for advice. The past resurfaces, the story thickens, the world actually gets bigger, and everything like that, but it only exists in my head for now ^^

As for the party, here they are:

✧ Hero Syndrome (he/him)  The shiny knight is here to fulfill his duty to the country. Has an engagement on his mind but barely thinks about his fiancée (and it worries him). Modest, brave, too tense.

✧ Drowsy Outlander (she/they)  Ever sleepy outsider with an aptitude for magic. They're dreamy and always half-asleep. In reality, she is just always squinting (in dire need of glasses). Peaceful, dozy, docile. 

�� Tricky Troubadour (any/all) An elf with a secret that might tarnish their reputation! He has an ability to boost up morale and protect her allies. Funny, charming, annoying.

(There are actually four of them but I'm not sure about how to describe them. Just keep in mind + 1)

There are a few interesting side characters that will come up later in the story (and I just like them, so I HAVE TO mention them):

❖ Mirror On The Wall Actually just a shapeshifting entity that takes on the form of whoever looks in the mirror. It loooooves to tease adventures, but it especially loves to annoy Hero guy (and I think of them as Link and Dark Link sometimes, if you get it). They're like a ghost living in a gloomy castle. I lovingly call it a doppelgänger (<33333). 

❖ Knowledgeable Shopkeeper They're appearing throughout all locations and always raise questions about how they could possibly get into the last dungeon and sell their goods there (did they get a license from the Demon King??). They're breaking a fourth wall a little and amusing Outlander with this. (Some time later, after the end of the game, I think they hit it off with her, actually). 

The thing is, most of the characters have at least a few things that they keep secret, and it's what makes them very aloof with each other. But after traveling together and forging bonds, they do start to open up. It's like support conversations from fire emblem where eventually all uncertainties will be cleared and secrets revealed. I haven't named them properly, but maybe one day I will. 

[ovenproofowl]

i've read enough LoSH comics now to make one very important observation:

Retroboot gave Brainy the best hair

[vroomian]

only his really hardcore fans are reaping the benefits of having their favorite underground hero also being a supermodel lmao

Imo he doesn’t really have anyone outside the hero industry who know he’s the underground hero Mindblank. He’s very very low key even for an underground. Like even less mainstream than aizawa. The only people who really know he exist are the people in the neighborhoods he patrols. Not to mention he models under a stage name. Probably a one word name like Madona or Cher lol.

The list of people who know his real identity is like. Four people long? Nedzu, aizawa, his agent, and bakugo.

Bakugo and Aizawa are both hardcore fans though, so it’s not like you’re wrong!

[stellarsightz]

What is the flavor of fear?

Sublime, my Brother.

(Alternate version under the cut)

[cynical-cemeteries]

his hair is so long......so pretty......so very messy also......

[fried-manto]

Mari comes back to life for like a month and Hero deals with this revelation because I've been rewatching Hi Bye, Mama.

Only problem is.. I don't think Hero can move on, let alone get a new girlfriend, also I can't imagine him having a child.

[merriclo]

@majoraspades you asked for wip #17 so here ya go!! this one’s abt two Links from my au: Lorule and Oracle. they’re having a talk abt trans stuff. it doesn’t escape me that this is the first bit of writing that y’all are getting abt these guys which is kind of crazy, but eh ahsjkds it’s whatever here y’all go <3

context y’all might need: Oracle is a trans man, but he’s closeted and only out to Lorule, who’s genderfluid. Lo and Ravio are married for “tax benefits.” Oracle lives at the castle with his Zelda and acts as her lady-in-waiting, guard, advisor, etc. Basically they’re just really good friends who are kind of attached at the hip and find every way to spend more time together.

content warnings: very brief/vague descriptions of pain and injuries, dealing with dysphoria

…

Lorule shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore how the medical gauze rumpled under his ribs, or how his sweat-slicked bangs stuck to his forehead, or how horrible he looked.

He was happy to be home, at least. Hylia had been nice enough to set the portal’s opening to right in front of his house after he got halfway mauled by a bokoblin.

Okay, so he was being a bit dramatic. The wounds weren’t horrible (he hadn’t even needed stitches,) but they were bad enough that Wild had sentenced him to the couch, and his head cold only prolonged his stay.

Sighing, Lorule glanced over at Oracle who was stationed in the green armchair, all curled up with a book in his lap. When Wild asked for someone to stay and watch over the ill, he was the first to volunteer, to the surprise of several. Lorule wasn’t sure if he was actually worried about him, or if he just walked to sit down for a while.

Lorule watch them as they fiddled with a ribbon and bit his cheek absentmindedly. The older hero grimaced.

“Stop chewing up you’re cheek,” he said, voice too hoarse to be properly demanding.

Oracle’s eyes snapped up, filling with a familiar snark as they stared at him through their eyelashes. “Not even bleeding out will stop you from fretting, huh?”

Lorule huffed and tucked some hair behind their ear. “I am not bleeding out.”

“Anymore.”

He shot him a glare, though the mix of pain and sickness made it a lot harder to be mad. “The moment Wild gets back, I’m telling them to scold you for chewing again.”

“And I’ll tell them to scold you for not relaxing!”

“I am relaxing!”

Now it was Oracle’s turn to glare at him, though his had much more edge than Lorule’s did. “Liar.”

He scoffed and suddenly became very interested in both the wood and avoiding the wizard’s harsh gaze at all costs. Oracle didn’t make eye contact often, but when they did it was sharp enough to cut, especially when they were right about something.

And, annoyingly, they were definitely right. Lorule had yet to fully lay down or let their hair loose or even change into something more comfortable. It was a miracle Oracle was able to get him to take his binder off, though Lorule’s compliance was more out of fear of Ravio than Oracle. His husband wouldn’t be too happy catching him breaking house rule #7: no binding when badly wounded.

“Just stop chewing your cheek.”

Lorule looked back up at them and, sure enough, they had stopped gnawing at their cheek. He noticed for a moment how long their hair was, even if it was pulled back in the worlds shittiest ponytail.

“Who taught you how to do your hair?” he asked before he could stop himself. Had they not been both ill and injured they would’ve tried to have a little more class, though when they saw Oracle go rigid they regretted saying anything at all.

“Uhm… I did.” their voice got quiet, replacing any spunk they had before with defensiveness. “Why?”

A pang of guilt hit Lorule’s stomach, right next to the scratches in his flesh. He shifted again, and some of hair fell loose from behind his hair. “Oh, well, it just looks a little uncomfortable,” he floundered, trying to justify his words and make them less bitter. He really had to stop prying into other people’s sense of style, even if it really did look uncomfortable.

Oracle’s shoulders loosened a bit and he tilted his head up, looking in Lo’s direction but not quite at him. “Does it?”

Oh, thank Hylia, it worked. He didn’t offend him.

Lorule cleared his throat nervously, then winced at how it accentuated the burning from the nasal drainage. “Yeah, does it pull at your hair?”

He nodded.

“I can help fix that! Here, c’mere.” Lorule patted the cushion next to him, pulling their legs off of it as much as they could without any pain. Oracle obliged, albeit a bit reluctantly. Their position must’ve been comfortable despite how unbearable it looked. That, or they were hesitant to let a sick person do their hair.

Lorule repositioned themself again and loosened the blue ribbon in Oracle’s hair. It was sweet how he wore his Zelda’s favorite color so often, they really were adorably close. Oracle’s hair slipped from its confinement, falling against his back in a long, pink curtain.

Seeing it up close, Lorule finally understood just how fucked up the kid’s hair was. Didn’t he work in castle? Surely, his Zelda wouldn’t allow her right hand man to go around with such a scraggly haircut?

He had to bite his tongue to stop from asking. Really, he had to get his nose out of other people’s business. He remembered so clearly how it felt to be torn to shreds in Hytopia. It was horrible, no matter how justified it was. He had no right to put someone else through that, didn’t want to put someone else through that.

Oracle shifted under Lorule’s hands as he combed his fingers through his hair. To Lorule’s surprise, there weren’t that many knots, and the ones that were there were relatively easy to break through. It felt healthy and had a good sheen, too. Lorule smiled to themself. Even if the kid had no clue how to style it, at least they knew how to care for it.

Oracle couldn’t help but be a bit sheepish under the attention. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the sensation. They would never admit to that, though. Never. It didn’t matter if he’d already been embarrassingly vulnerable with the other hero on numerous occasions, some secrets were best taken to the grave.

He wasn’t very good at doing that, however, and the way he melted under the touch Lorule everything. Thankfully, he let it go unmentioned in favor of a different topic.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Lorule said as they worked through the knots, “why do you keep your hair tied back if it pulls?” They couldn’t help but push into their style choices just a bit. But, he wasn’t as crude this time and it was a legitimate question!

Oracle was silent for a few moments, formulating their words as the other hero’s gentle hands continued card through their hair. He mulled over his words for so long that Lorule realized they’d stepped into a sensitive zone yet again. Godsdammit.

“You don’t have to ans—“

“No!” Oracle snapped, body tensing up as they interrupted. They took a breath and tried to relax their shoulders. “No, it’s fine. You can know. It’s just… hard to word…”

Oracle’s tone made everything click. Lorule had only ever heard that tone twice before: when he’d found them sobbing by the lake and when he’d caught them looking jealously at a shirtless Spirit.

Shit. This was a trans thing.

Fucking of course it was. A frown weighed against Lorule’s brow as he realized just how deeply the cold and injuries were screwing up his critical thinking. He really wasn’t in the right state of mind to handle a talk like this, but, like an idiot, he’d already pushed too far and now he had to commit.

His voice was tentative, but croaked on certain vowels.

“You… don’t like having long hair, do you?”

Silence sat between them, and the only response Lorule got was a slight shake of the head.

He bit his lip as he looked down at the hair gathered in his hands. There sure was a lot and it all went down to the boy’s hips.

Another pang of guilt settled into Lorule’s stomach, wrapping its way around his ribs and clawing at his organs. How had he not realized how dysphoric that must’ve been sooner? Not everyone was able to be okay with having long hair like he was.

Another beat of silence, then: “Do you want to cut it?”

“What?”

He was about to die from how small and tender Oracle’s voice was.

“Do you want to cut it?”

In the quiet between them, Lorule remembered exactly why Oracle had come out to only them. “The people of my Hyrule… they’re… not as accepting at this group. I don’t want to risk any slip ups or suspicion,” they had explained, swearing Lorule into secrecy after he’d accidentally found out.

“We can lie. Say it got cut during a battle.” Oracle didn’t respond, and the older hero resigned themself to doing something they never thought they would. “I can make it choppy and uneven so it’ll be more convincing.”

“… What about the rest of the group? They’d know it’s a lie.”

“We don’t have to do it right now. We could wait until we’re back on the road, find an excuse to leave, and come back claiming we ran into a few ‘blins.”

The wizard shifted in his seat and let out a shaky inhale. “… You’d really help me do that?” The poor kid’s voice was cracking and it was obvious he was fighting back tears.