#i have this formal pant and it is literally the best thing I own

[rizzmin]

I really want some formal clothes now

[neonlight2]

Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)

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Warnings: smut mentions, sexism, touch of homophobia, and mentions of incest (and step-cest)

Again— it’s the Targaryens, what do you expect.

(Only the older parts of the family cause… the younger ones don’t know the difference)

What we’re their relationships like as she got older?

Viserys

First off— Absolute pushover.

Shouldn’t be a surprise with how he treats Rhaenyra. Man will literally break all tradition, with the justification of “I am king”.

Jaehaera wants to wear pants instead of dresses. Done, without a second to waste. And if she did want to wear a dress, you best believe it was the best money could buy.

His darling daughter wants to study with high scholars— only the best teachers of course. Anything she wished to know or learn she’d be taught. Books would be imported from the farthest edges of Westeros. Oh— and best believe he built her a private library. He knows how she loves her privacy, how she detested the public and fuss of events. He’d catered to her every need as she grew.

Even when he didn’t necessarily agree— like with swordsmanship. Viserys would be so freaking worried at the beginning, not wanting his little girl to get hurt. But he lets her anyway.

And even though it’s “against the rules”, Jaehaera could compete in tournaments whenever she damn well please, and he was always there to watch with pride.

There was not a price in gold that would hinder her requests. If the girl has asked him for a fucking castle bigger than king’s landing, it would have been made— and he’d put every man he could to work in order for it to be done quickly. Amazons quick delivery service would have NOTHING on this man’s will.

However, she was never extreme in that fashion. The kingdom was honestly lucky that she was far more rational and conservative with money, or else they may be in poverty.

So as she got older, matured, and got around to marrying age— all suitors of all ages came in like filthy vultures. And of course, no one was ever good enough.

He thought the same for both his daughters, the only reason why he made Rhaenyra marry was in order to secure he claim to the throne— heirs. Jaehaera on the other hand…

Jaehaera at 14/15: Father I don’t wish to marry—

Viserys: GREAT ITS SETTLED THEN

Of course if she did fall in love or wish to marry, he wouldn’t be able to say no. It’s damn near impossible. I swear to god this man would actually rather die than say no to her.

Jaehaera would DEFINITELY become more of an adviser to Viserys as she got older. She was already like his own little personal spy, so as she got older, made more connections, and was actually able to stir the pot without being harmed (because now she’d love for a bitch to try—), that relationship only grew stronger.

Most people when they watch the two together could get mental whiplash I’m not even gonna lie. One moment Jaehaera is kneeling before Viserys calling him “my king” or “your majesty”— basically going through ALL the damn formalities even though viserys has told her a thousand times she doesn’t need to— just to act like a child the next minute. Sure, if she has something political or otherwise important to tell him, Jaehaera stays more calm, professional even. But the moment the formality is over and done she like, “Hi dad! Wanna watch me dual? Oh! I learned a new trick on Shkros!”

She’d also just tell him the most random shit and facts she learns, probably rant about stories or things she’s gotten insanely fixated on. Viserys would EAT THAT SHIT UP. He could listen for hours and smile or laugh at the girl.

Oh, and Viserys literally became deaf at some point to all slander toward her, even if it came from Otto. Man would not hear of any of it.

In his mind Jaehaera did no wrong. So when anyone questioned her innocence or reputation—

“All of these are mere, petty rumors from jealousy for my daughter’s brilliance.”

“I will not hear of it, next person to say such a thing will lose their tongue.”

“Jaehaera would never, and even if she had you have no proof.”

“Who are you to question the princess? My daughter?”

To the day until she inevitably starts leaving more frequently, they would meet almost every night in the kitchens, sharing bread and milk like the day they first met.

Sadly, around the time his sickness gets really bad, she would be gone even longer. He knew why.

She had spent months before trying to heal him, and she did a better job then the scholars and maesters could ever dream. But they both knew that it was only slowly his demise. There was no cure for time, as it was fast on viserys heels.

A lot of people thought they had a falling out during this time because of her absence, but the truth of it was that they had an agreement. Jaehaera had made a promise to secure and protect their family. Not just Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, but the state of it all.

She went to every kingdom to make alliances, or to strengthen old ones. She made deals to compact no army could penetrate them. And she would be damned if she failed.

Jaehaera had barely the idea of what love felt like before she became Viserys’ daughter. So with all her being she’d protect her home, her life, his legacy, her family.

Daemon

Two words— Teddy Bear.

He’s an absolute simp.

Would and does worship the ground she walks on.

If you thought he was insufferable when she was younger, following her around, constantly seeking her attention, giving her anything she stares at too long, and talk about protective— times that by a million.

The moment he came back and saw how she had…matured. Daemon went feral. I’m talking glaring at every person who so much as glances Jaehaera’s way that wasn’t family. He even had a small bit of beef with Sir Harwin because of how close he had become to her. It was only until she told him to back the fuck off that he calmed down.

He’d also use every excuse he could muster to be close to her. And Daemon likes to be sly, or try at least, so it would start innocent.

*walking literally anywhere, even around the castle, and he hold her hand* “Don’t want you to get lost my little wanderer.”

*Leans against her: arm around shoulders, or wrapped around her waist to rest his head in the crook of her neck.* “I’m tired.” Or if your at an event, “You soothe the throbbing in my head, love.”

Then this bitch would push his luck.

He’d slowly slip his fingers up her shirt or any bare skin he could get his hands on— and being that she didn’t normally like to wear much, he had so many places to choose from.

“My hands are cold!” *it’s literally like 100 degrees out*

He also has a weird obsession with her hair. Like he’d dimly admire it at first, wondering what it feels like. Was it was soft as feathers? Or smooth as silk?

Well one day he impulsive touched it. Of course he made it seem as if it were a normal interaction— brushing it away from her open shoulders to show off the dip in the heavenly dress she wore to some banquet he couldn’t even remember the occasion for.

All he knew was that he instantly became addicted to the feeling of the strands between his fingers.

They’d be talking underneath the trees of the gardens and he’d randomly start petting her head. At first Jaehaera would tense up because of the foreign feeling, but after a few seconds and Daemon asking her permission, she’d let him to it again. Oh he’d be jumping for joy in his brain.

Especially loving it when her eyes would flutter shut when he’d start to scratch her scalp and massage her temples.

And however wholesome this man could be at sometimes, he’s mind would definitely wander. He’d start to wonder what it’s be like if she were underneath him, hair and body sprawled out for him to play with. To make her feel good.

Or perhaps if she were to ride him and as she leaned forward, her hair would drape around them, all while tickling his thighs, arms and face. Oh how pretty she would look.

Oh and don’t get him started about how hard he gets when she pulls her hair into a ponytail or high braid. All he could think about was taking her from behind, pulling on her hair so that her back would be flush with his chest.

God she drove him crazy.

So the infamous Prince, know for being I’ll tempered and cruel, would be siting with the girl in her free time, taking turns braiding each others chair.

What he doesn’t know is that she’s not as oblivious as he thinks. It wasn’t hard to notice how he’d have to shift in he seat around her, or the growing bulge in his pants as she laid her head in his lap— letting out shameless moans as he kneaded her scalp.

Jaehaera just thought in rather fun to tease him, and to make him think she was totally innocent in her acts.

But besides the obvious sexual tension— Dameon would respect Jaehaera a lot. Of course he’d still be hot headed, crazy, and rebellious. It was his nature. And it also happened to be hers in some cases.

It was almost like putting two delinquents in the same room with some gunpowder a few matches.

The only difference was that she was more rational when it came to future consequences. She actually looked ahead. Dameon… not so much. He’d rather jump into battle or war, only depending on himself and his sword “dark sister”.

But.. if he had to, the person who’d he’d listen to was Jaehaera. And that’s because in his eyes, she was always right.

And that was not to be disputed.

Rhaenyra

She’s spoiled. We all know that. So she’s definitely get more possessive of Jaehaera.

When she married Laenor, it was hard because she longed for intimacy that he could not give her. But she was content with him because she thought she had at least evaded being married to an imbecile.

So even though it was unheard of, Rhaenyra still insisted on sharing a bed with her almost every night. Both girls were always close, and comfortable with each other physically. Rhaenyra had been the second person to bless her with gentle affection through touch. One might say that other than herself, Jaehaera trusted Rhaenyra with her body the most.

They would cling to each other in the night, bodies intertwined, grazing each other carefully, or tenderly squeezing flesh. All of it was natural to them. And to Jaehaera it was all she’d ever known when it came to the pair. It was only after their incident at the brothel that caused a shift in their behavior.

Rhaenyra had only heard of what had happened with Jaehaera because of her fathers reprimanding. It was light compared to what she faced, but she still felt something brewing in her stomach. She couldn’t quite place the emotion, it resting somewhere in between jealousy and curiosity. And it scared her.

Soon she found herself growing paranoid and angered at everyone Jaehaera looked at fondly. Especially a particular maid of hers…

Soon Rhaenyra would lie awake at night, Jaehaera sleeping soundly beside her, and she’s let her mind wander to what she thought the girl may have been doing with other women.

Soon she’d been touching herself at the thought of it being her who received such attention from Jaehaera.

And later as she noticed Daemon’s actions toward them both she couldn’t help but dwell on the thought of having them both. Even after Daemon married Laena. She’s simply add her to the equation too; she knew how much Jaehaera fancied her.

However, as the drift between her and Alicent grew even larger— especially after the whole air Criston cole situation— she became more worried that Jaehaera would leave her.

She had no reason to worry, I mean Jaehaera absolutely adore the girl. She would do practically anything for her. And the two princesses were almost attached at the hip at some point.

Yet as Jaehaera began to venture farther out, her time away from home increasing every voyage, Rhaenyra would make sure to claim whatever time Jaehaera had to spare when she had returned.

Of course, she didn’t mind sharing this time with other people she loved: Viserys, Daemon, Laenor, Sir Harwin.

Jaehaera knew. Anyone could tell that her children were not sired by Laenor, but Jaehaera knew that they were his kids.

And that’s because she walked in on them fucking once.

To this day she’d tease Rhaenyra about it, occasionally praising her for how quiet she could be with such a large prick inside her.

(She would also confirm to anyone that asks that Sir Harwin is hung— because let’s be honest he is.)

And after Rhaenyra had Jace, she’s notice that happened to grab even more of Jaehaera’s attention. More of her protection. Jaehaera would visit more frequently, ask if she was being properly taken care of, if anyone had disrespected her, and constantly hovering around her and Jace when she was at home.

As much as Rhaenyra loved Sir Harwin, she couldn’t deny that Jaehaera was a huge reason for her having more children. For the more she had, she more of Jaehaera she got.

Alicent

Obsessed and paranoid.Gonna be real— we all saw this coming.

Alicent would definitely be giving yandere, but she would never tell Jaehaera when she could or could not leave. (Like shed be able to in the first place.)

At first, when they’re in their later teens, Alicent really just wants to keep Jaehaera in her life. So she sees Rhaenyra as a threat, because they’re at all odds.  She gets extremely worried whenever Jaehaera starts to pull away because of her marrying Viserys, and a little scared. Alicent really didn’t like lying to her, but she was as equally as scared of her father’s backlash. So when Jaehaera started to catch on with the whole scheme, Alicent didn’t know what to do or think.

Jaehaera was never actually cruel to her in anyway. In fact, the rather opposite. She’d still join her for tea or visit her whenever Rhaenyra was busy with her duties. But there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that made her need validation.

“You’re not mad at me are you Princess?”

Glancing up intently at her, Jaehaera would answer, “No, Ali. I just hate your father insists on hurts those I care for.”

Hitching her breath, there was a small flutter in the pit of her stomach. Jaehaera made it sound as if she were included in the category. That sent Alicent’s heart on fire.

“And don’t think of defending him darling,” Jaehaera snipped, standing up to grab ahold of her chin. “It’ll just make me hate him more.”

Would definitely become paranoid later on as Rhaenyra has kids because well… Jaehaera increasingly becomes more attached to her as she does. Not that Alicent’s children don’t get enough attention as is. Jaehaera spoils every single one of them. But Alicent doesn’t see it like that, so what does she do? Talks shit.

She’ll start sneaking in comments or rumors of Rhaenyra’s children’s the obvious hair color difference, and other features. How they’re “growing in to very clad, dark handsome boys” and how she “adores their curly brown hair”.

Then, on top of it all is— she thinks she’s getting away with it at first because Jaehaera will laugh occasionally and say something back. Soon she becomes unaware of the warning stares being sent her way. Her growing audacity eventually leads to a more intense reaction after she questions their birthright.

“I’m not sure if they would be given the thrown that easily.” She’d say calmly with a soft smile while pouring Jaehaera a drink.

She’s hear the princess hum and ask, “Why’s that?”

“Oh you know, their features are rathe strange for a Targaryen. Some might question if they are truly—,”

Alicent would be cut off quickly, and the bottle of wine would have slipped through her hands from shock and broke into pieces by their feet if it weren’t for Jaehaera’s quick hand. With one hand setting the bottle aside, the other held Alicent’s jaw firm, making it so she couldn’t talk, yet it would not leave a bruise on her skin.

Jaehaera’s were practically predatory as they glared into Alicent’s. And as she leaned closer to the woman’s face, Alicent couldn’t help but gasp at the proximity.

“Don’t start acting like your father Ali. It doesn’t suit you.” Jaehaera would whisper firmly, pulling away only to keep a burning gaze. “And if you ever say something like that again around me, I promise you, I will kill him.”

After her hand leaves her mouth, Alicent would rub the tender skin, weak in the knees and almost desperate for it to return. “Why?” She’s ask in a whisper.

Tilting her head to the side, Jaehaera’s expression softened and she caressed her cheek. “Because he would have killed something I care for. And I cannot allow that.”

Otto

He’s a petty bitch.

Would not know what the fuck to do when it comes to Jaehaera.

Would also try really hard to spread rumors about her under the kings radar. Probably called her a homophobic slur at some point and made a backhand comment about her being a woman. We all know it’s true.

He’s well aware that she hates him after Alicent marries Viserys. Would for sure get tortured by Daemons antics even more because of Jaehaera’s permission.

Honestly he’s just fucked, so he’s constantly trying to find a way to keep himself in the good graces of the king, so Jaehaera won’t kill him.

Also another reason why he’d push Aegon to succeed the thrown— also also another reason why the greens pull this shit while she’s gone on her voyages and travels. He knows he wouldn’t be able to get away with it otherwise.

Sir Criston

Another petty bitch.

Jaehaera finds him annoying after a while. She gave him a little sympathy at first because of the whole Rhaenyra brothel incident, but she’d always choose Rhaenyra.

Lightens up around Alicent because she likes her. But she’ll roast the shit out of him at any time. Unprovoked.

And if he really pisses her off best believe she’s threaten him (and let Daemon loose).

“I gave you the position in the kings guard, I could easily take it away. Even if it hurt Ali’s feelings for a while. She could never stay mad at me. She’d forget you in a heartbeat.”

Sir Harwin

Homies Fr

These two would just make a bunch of dirty jokes, cursing like sailors, and spar.

Canon that they would call each other bad worms as pet names:

“Good morning my little bitch how are you?”- Jaehaera greeting him in the mornings for training.

“Hey arsehole! You owe me one!” - Harwin after covering up for her to go sneak off with a lady/lord and/or when he’d lie about seeing Daemon first in the nighttime competitions.

Causal greetings or hellos: “Hello there cunt!” “Ahhh there’s my favorite little shit!”

Both were definitely into each other some point but it was a fleeting crush. He fell in love with Rhaenyra, she loved him, so Jaehaera loved them and that they were happy.

Harwin along with Laenor we’re her personality wingmen and cheerleaders.

He’d cover/lie for her in a heart beat. And he has soooo much respect for her. In another life they’d probably be siblings.

Laenor

I’ll say it again for the people in the back: Laenor is Jaehaera’s cheerleader.

If they had the word bestie back then, best believe he’d be like: “GO BESTIE, GO!!!”

Ton of gay jokes, but also would comfort each other being of society and internal homophobia because people fucking suck. (I’m looking at you Otto)

Definitely have seen each other naked, probably drunk or honestly skinny dipping. Also— because they’re constantly covering for each other so they can… Y’know… they’ve probably stood guard for each other at some point. So I can definitely see Laenor or her just opening the door once as the other and whoever they’re with is mid fucking, and be like: “can you hurry up Rhaenyra (or some other person) is looking for you?”

And if Laenor ever finished quickly, Jaehaera would say: “damn took you longer than I thought, ten whole seconds, I had my money on five.”

Oh and Laenor absolutely giggles or chokes on his drink anytime someone says anything remotely disrespectful toward Jaehaera or him because he knows this person is about to die.

Rhaenys and Corlys

Definition of second parents. Basically adopt Jaehaera whenever Viserys isn’t around.

Corlys is so proud of her when she gets older and leads a battalion and or her own voyages. He would also get teary eyes whenever he sees her helping Luke learn how to navigate and captain a ship, then blame it on “salt water that splashed into his eyes”.

He LOVES being a girl dad (excluding Laenor). Prizes Laena and Jaehaera. And even low key ships them because let’s be so for real… he knows. Later he’ll make jokes that it must be in the gene’s because both his kids came out fruity.

And Rhaenys and Corlys adore the relationship between her and their kids.

Rhaenys especially. She loves how safe and natural both her children are around her. They don’t have to pretend. She swears she’s trust her with both their lives because she knows Jaehaera would always protect them and vise versa. (Also ships Laena with her, and claims all the time that Daemon is just a third party.)

[ruewend]

BOOK 10: ELYSIAN SIGN UPS

ALRIGHT! I HAVE ENOUGH INTEREST, IT IS TIME!

First off, the outline of everything we will be using in our creation of book 10, or Elysian (Endgame is a great name, but Marvel), as I call it.

Next, everything I'm using in Elysian.

I am also tagging everyone who has helped me come up with ideas, as well as edited, since we share one braincell, and have a lot of similar things.

Sorry for cut it's LONG

@moonlarked

Marellinh

Council gets overthrown

Sophie gets to kill Mr Forkle

Alvar dies in Fitz’s arms

Sophie starts an human outreach program

Jensi remains Talentless and helps other Talentless

Exillium gets to be relevant

Tiertice adopt Tam and Linh and Rayni

Fedex

Ruy appears and does something idk

Trix joins up with the gang

@the-great-gullon-incident

Biana, Stina, and Dex team up

Biana has a sword

Sophie teaches the rest of the keeper gang about lgbtq+ people

Crazy fights

Gethen and Ruy show up to do stuff

They/them Elysian

All the mysteries are finally revealed

@stopstealingtomatoes

Lady Gisela to die

Amy to have a bigger role

Lord Cassius to either formally apologize to Keefe or else shove a stick in it

T h e r a p y

Ships to finally sail

@amandayetagain

Elysian’s big naturals

frognate rings

explicit language

vertina pagetime

more void lore

Sophie strikes out on her own and forms her own group

we learn about Keefe’s human friends

Details on some of the parents top secret missions (mentioned in their unlocked files)

Embarrassing middle name for keefe

foot power

Sophie channels someone’s heart/skull, or uses telekinesis on someone’s neck (it’s them or her friends. And she’s already lost enough.)

Biana and Sophie commit arson again (Neverseen)

@you-have-been-frizzled

JENSI PAGE TIME

the triplets

Kesline

Elwin officially adopting Keefe

Biana kills somebody (can we just bring Vespra back so she can kill her)

Tam gets hurt and Linh goes batshit

Bronte with curly hair

Sophie eats sweet and sour chicken to everyone’s horror

MORE ARSON

Alina redemption arc (literally wouldn’t suggest this but Ciara is the one running it and they’re part of the Alina deserves redemption club)

Dex losing an arm (his name means right handed it’s ironic oaky!)

Tiergan punches Quan song when he tries to say something to the twins

Sandor and Giselle scenes

KESLER AND GRADY BROMANCE I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THEM

Juline and Edaline being sisters

Keefe and Grady bonding

Alvar isn’t dead and gets redemption

Caprice is relevant other than just being the crazy lady

@official-kenralie-fanbase

Sophie loses it during a battle to fulfill the whole "the moonlark could tear this whole place down" thing

Sandor finally has to dance in sparkly pants

Someone punches Alden

Or Cassius

Or both. At the same time.

More of Grady's mesmerizing please and thank you

Gradaline moments

Sophie's dad reveal (maybe do a poll on who people think that should be? I'm hoping for Fintan)

Oralie actually fights in a battle

Someone finds out about Oralie and there's a bunch of drama with all the people

@ever-blaze

more jensi, dex and rayni

jensi not manifesting an ability yet playing more roles in the story (eg. fighting the neverseen with a weapon or something)

keefe and fitz friendship moments/actually being best friends again

MORE OF THE TRIPLETS !!!

more backstories? tinkers maybe?

blur or wraith or tinkers identities

the return of the amazing amy foster

keefe’s human friends (hoping at least one is a celebrity) and human world adventures

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Next, breaking this up. Anyone can join, I just need people to help organize this, and the plan is we sort it up by character/group, and eventually break it down into chapters, ordered by what would make sense in a basic plot structure. Then we will start figuring out technical things such as who is writing what.

Simply send me an ask or message if you're interested in helping me organize this!

And, if you have any and all suggestions, feel free to tell me!

REBLOGS >>>>>> LIKES

[airasora]

Disney princess gowns from best to worst IMO

@little-bloodied-angel asked me what my favorite and least favorite Disney gowns were so it inspired me to ALSO make my first tier template ever, which you can try yourself HERE! Do reblog my post with your answer to it or tag me in your post if you want to share, I'm curious :D

Tiana

I LOVE this dress! It's got everything I would love in a princess gown: Big and poofy yet elegant, has flowers and leaves which gives it a forest feel and it sparkles! Only thing I'd change is the color cause I'm not a big fan of green, but for Tiana, it's obviously perfect.

Pocahontas

Yes, it's a sequel dress. Yes, it's not something Pocahontas would choose. Yes,l it represents some icky things, but if I look at JUST the dress and not what it represents, I freaking love it. What really sells it to me is that despite the colors being muted and elegant, there's turquoise elements in it which makes it stand out.

Jasmine

I HATE SHE ONLY WEARS THIS FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES AND THEN NEVER AGAIN IN ANY OF THE GODDAMN SEQUELS! I love that Jasmine is a pants girl, but this purple dress is so freaking cute. It's less sexy than her normal outfit, but still sexy, I love purple and I honestly prefer these earrings in comparison to her normal ones that are just too chunky for my taste.

Anna

This might be the Scandinavian in me, but I love the patterns on Anna's dress. It's big and poofy at the bottom, but more loose and has room for movements due to the bare arms. It's formal without being stuffy.

Rapunzel

Her ending dress is grossly underrated and if anyone of you knows of a cosplayer who has made this dress irl, let me know cause I'd love to see this dress come to life. I think her normal dress is cute too, but this is utterly adorable.

Merida

I really like Merida's normal dress, but this is about the "gowns" and since this is the more formal attire she has, that's the one that had to be on the list. I do really like this one (as long as it wouldn't be so goddamn tight on her lol) It's simple and elegant, I love the blue and gold, and I love the simplicity of it until the very bottom where we get multi-colored gems and a really cute pattern.

Belle

We're getting to the "meh" tier now and it may come as a surprise to some of you that, despite my love for Belle, I don't care for her ballgown. One reason is that I straight up don't see Belle choosing that type of gown for herself. I know that "logically" she kinda just has to wear whatever is available, so whatever, but I genuinely don't think Belle would choose that dress for herself if she had completely free choice. And the other reason is that I just am not a big fan of yellow... most of the time. Not always. I've seen this dress in multiple different colors at this point (mostly because of my own experimentation) and I like it a lot more in almost every single other color.

Ariel

I don't mind this dress too much. I think it's cute... for Ariel. Pink looks really good on redheads, I like that it's big, but also somewhat muted. I like the long sleeves, but HATE the poofy shoulders. I despise puff sleeves, unless they're very controlled (like on Rapunzel). Her wedding dress is a million times worse though xD

Elsa

The dress that inspired the post to begin with... Elsa's ice gown. It's... fine. Could have had WAY more fun with the ice and snow theme so as it is it's a bit underwhelming. It's kinda cute... and that's it.

Mulan

I was neutral on Mulan's hanfu until I actually looked up hanfu to see more examples of it and then I started hating it. What the FUCK is this, Disney??? Literally the first 50 images that show up when you google "hanfu" are a million times more gorgeous than this. I don't want to step on any toes if I'm accidentally being culturally ignorant here, but judging this purely as a "princess dress"... it could just have been so much better. (Seriously, google "hanfu", holy crap can they be gorgeous!) I'm so mad at this one, I might edit Mulan into a different hanfu xD

Kida

... only thing I like about this one is the random cold shoulders. Or, well, not shoulders, it's more like part of the upper arms, but you know what I mean. It's just... wah.

Aurora

I don't care if it's pink or blue, it's boring. I like the stabbing potential from the shoulders, but that's it. It's too simple. And, again, look up princess gowns from this historic period and you'll see so many gorgeous dresses. Wasted opportunity.

Cinderella

I SWEAR I'm not hating on her dress just cause I don't like her xD Once again, it's just too boring. It's all just one color, there's close to no accessories, accents or just... something. With Belle's dress, there's at least bows and pearls to give it some more oomph. And while those puffy shoulders aren't a travesty like Ariel's are, they just look so fucking weird x'D

Snow White

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DRESS?! No, seriously, the one who designed it should have been fired the moment they proposed the color scheme. Baby yellow with dark blue and red... WHAT. This is a dress I've hated since I was a child, and my mom can confirm that. I hate it. There's not a single thing about it I like, I legit hate every single thing about this dress and absolutely nothing and no one can change my mind that this is the worst Disney dress PERIOD. Not just princesses, not just backgrounds characters, ALL DRESSES.

Check out my tier list for Disney princess casual outfits here!

[stylecouncil]

“Mark was absolutely true unto himself. People always say push the envelope, but for Mark E Smith there was no envelope. He was creating from a place of absolute artistic purity – it was a place that was true to him. The thought of having his voice silenced after all these years is so upsetting to me.

He was not formally educated, he was not coming from a muso school – he was the opposite of that. He was a brilliant poet, probably one of the best. He was a real contrast of a person – on one hand he hated it when people ripped off the band but at the same time was frustrated that he wasn’t revered, though I think later in life he was – and definitely now he will be. The Fall was not a mainstream taste and to some people it was an ugly sound but to people like me and to people that know, it was a beautiful, intellectual, multi-dimensional dynamic sound, that could resonate with the deepest cores of each individual.

[When we met] I was living in Chicago and I was a complete Anglophile, especially about music – my name was Brixton then, from ‘Guns of Brixton’ by The Clash. I bought ‘Slates’ (1981) by The Fall – it was the time of fluffy poodle rock stars with tight crotch showing pants and this was the opposite. I’d never heard anything like it – it wasn’t derivative of anything, it was completely unique. Two weeks later, randomly they were playing in Chicago. It was fate. We had our fake IDs and I remember watching the show and being utterly transfixed and transported. The music seemed to penetrate dimensions – it took me out of my headspace and out of my reality. After the show I decided to venture downstairs to the bar, an insecure teenager on her own, and I literally smacked into Mark Smith. He had a bottle of beer in each hand and white powder coming out of his nose. It was like the universe thrust us together and there was an instant connection. When fate deals me a hand, I follow it if it feels right. He said would you like to go to a party and I was like ‘sure’. We went in my car and I had my demo tape of my band in my bag. I put it in the cassette player and there were three songs. He said ‘who wrote this’ and then turned to me and said ‘you’re a fucking genius’. I was flabbergasted. His brain was already whirling about what was happening. Our love affair and the music was seamlessly put together.

He was super respectful, chivalrous and had great manners. There were all the right flags waving. We went to sleep in the same bed and did nothing but by the next morning when we woke up, we were in love. [Six weeks later] he bought me a one way ticket [to the UK]. My mom bought me the return, ‘in case he turns out to be a drunk or a wife-beater’, were her words.

We had a deep love and a deep connection that went beyond love because we created stuff together. I feel like the songs we wrote together are actually our children, our gifts to the world. The energetic connection between us did not die – and it probably won’t die with this death. I can still feel him.

He’s left his own legacy, that’s the best thing. You can see his entire life and career in all the records; some are good, some are bad, some are better, some are different, some are more appealing, less appealing, some are commercial, some are not commercial. His legacy is left and he did a fucking good job there. I would urge people to look at his lyrics because he is truly a brilliant poet. He lived the life that he wanted to live, he made his own choices. Yes he was miserable, but he was the cause of his own misery. He wasn’t always miserable – he’s a complex human. From his darkest places is where his spark of creativity was born. He was a very, very, very bright man and I’m very grateful to have had the privilege of him as a writing partner and people should be grateful for his contribution to music, because that can’t be underestimated.”

- Brix Smith on the passing of Mark E. Smith, NME, January 25 2018 (x)

[cinnamoodles]

heyy can I get a 🍓[strawberry dream] from the hp fandom: golden trio/lightning era (no poly stuff please)

I am a straight female Slytherin. I'm kinda mean but like to my really close friends and it can be considered banter (by them anyway) I am like really nice to strangers. I love drawing I take my sketchbook with me everywhere.

I am 167.5 cm (5'6 approx) tall xx

Trauma Dumping is a guilty pleasure of mine. I often make bad decisions like choosing friends but I have a usually positive influence on people around me and often tend to change them for the better.

I excel in maths and english and currently am working on getting a degree in maths and or computer science.

I am an infp-t. I'm introverted around almost everyone except like my really really really close friends. my super close friends are usually the negative influence type but I still love them because they understand me the best xx

I'm a pretty well behaved student but my friends most definitely aren't. My friends got told off like all the time in school whereas the teacher never had to give me any warnings.

I am loyal to my friends. I will fight for them. One example of that is both me and my (now ex) bff liked the same person and I gave them up for her xx

I get along with more males than females despite being a female myself.

I'm kind of an idiot sometimes and end up giving stuff up for people that would never do that to me. In fact my bff that I gave up my crush for actually sided with someone else. One thing you outta know about me is that I digress a lot so like you can ignore this paragraph lmao.

I feel bad for people easily and believe everyone deserves a second chance even b*tchy people (excuse my French)

I love art and music and am really good at drawing portraits if I do say so myself. I've been doing music since I was 6.

As for my appearance, I have a sandy/tan skin colour. I have naturally curly dark brunette (almost black but not really) hair.

My clothing style varies. For formal occasions I wear vintage ish clothes. I wear checked dresses with puffy sleeves and white collars (really specific because it's one of my fave dresses and I own one). I wear "cute" outfits like skirts and sweatshirts. I also wear jeans (apple bottom high waisted jeans own my heart) and I wear cargo pants with cropped tops far too often.

I wrote a lot absvsccsav

Sorry if that's too much xx

thanks for checking out the cozy cafe event !

i ship you with…

cedric diggory !

— the both of you are definitely enemies to friends to lovers coded, probably only becoming enemies because of something your friends pulled on his friends.

— you’re very loyal and caring, which he respects, and how you’re always willing to give people a second chance, no matter what they’ve done.

— i get the vibes that you’re better at supporting other people then standing up for yourself, so he’s your personal bodyguard (even if that isn’t true).

— he would listen to your rambles with literal STARS in his eyes and whenever you apologize for trauma dumping, he has to take a minute and be like ‘why are you apologizing? go on, keep talking’.

— MATCHING OUTFITS OH MY GOD they’ll be so cute because you dress so pretty and formal and he’s such a rich prep boy so your dress styles go along great.

— you trying to teach him art is so funny because he has no idea what he’s doing (its canon he told me) and he just wants to impress you so much.

— the banter is great because he’s a pretty flirty person, but he BLUSHES every time you make fun of him and his friends totally rag on him for being so whipped.

anyway, i hope you liked your 🍓 — [ strawberry dream ] and please apply again! this was super fun to do!

[sanpatron]

As someone who tends to think of himself as pretty fashion conscious, Django's sense of style usually focuses on a few key factors; occasion, season, and mood. His choice in clothing tends to lean towards the finer end of things as he has pretty expensive taste and the money to satisfy such wants. However, that hasn't stopped him from shopping in stores that are far more casual when compared to higher-end establishments. Always gotta remember your roots! And it's in that same vein that you come to understand why he always has a need to wear something in purple—whether it be a shirt, jacket, pair of sunglasses, or even as tiny as ring. He will always find a way to fly his colors and represent the gang that has given him everything and made him into the man he is today.

Unfortunately I don't have many reference pictures on hand, so I would like to try my best to explain some of the clothing he'd wear and categorize them into different sections. Afterwards I'd like to share some in-game screenshots from at least the third game to give a sense of what I usually dress him up in!

Also I made one of those Pinny boards for outfit ideas. I'll definitely be adding more to it in the future.

Work:

Work clothing usually consists of either a two-piece or three-piece suit, a few accessories he'll swap around (glasses, rings, watches), and either dress boots or oxfords. He tends to keep both his shirts and jackets to solid colors, but will change things up from time to time. Mostly for the jackets though as he personally thinks it works better for him. He owns one pair of eyeglasses (steel with squared frames) and several sunglasses to go with certain outfits. Rings can range from different gemstones to a few signet rings. His particular favorite being one with a tiger on it.

Usually he would mostly wear these outfits while at the store/office. But if need be, he'll continue to wear it if he needs to step out for anything, whether it be related to GANG✩STAR or not.

Off the Clock:

Django tends to dress down considerably when he's out and about. Sometimes he'll still wear suits when just cruising around the city, but these are considerably far less formal than what he wears during work. Depending on the weather you can find him in either t-shirts, hoodies, military style jackets, casual short sleeve button down shirts, jeans, sneakers, boots, track pants, boat shoes, floral shirts, sweaters, etc. A lot of it is heavily inspired by street fashion and even sometimes skater fashion. As previously mentioned, there will always be a little bit of purple found somewhere on his clothing. At times he might even incorporate a Fleur-de-lis somewhere, though oftentimes it's mostly found in the form of a necklace.

At Home:

Honestly it's just shit like band shirts, sweatpants, and whatever the hell else he felt like putting on. Dude just wants to be lazy.

Welcome to the part of the post where I just dump pictures I literally took minutes ago in SR3 just for reference. It's not a lot, but it's a decent idea of what I like to imagine him wearing here and there.

And then here's his "default" outfit.

[lifemantra]

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[orangechickenpillow]

Back on my bullshit again. The costume design in ofmd is just so AH, I will not be shutting about about it ever. This time, I’d like to take you all on a little journey involving a certain black scarf and the color purple. 

When we first meet Stede, he is wearing this little black neck scarf. Now I’d like to mention that I’m fairly sure this is the only black piece of clothing he ever wears (besides Blackbeard’s getup, which we’ll get to in a moment). Other than that, his wardrobe is generally very colorful. 

Fast forward to Stede and Ed meeting and doing the clothes swap. This is the first time Ed wears the black scarf, as it was a part of Stede’s everyday wardrobe. However, when they go back to wearing their normal clothes in the following episode, Ed decided to steal hang onto Stede’s black scarf, which he incorparates into his own wardrobe. 

It’s hard to see at times thanks to his fabulous beard and all black clothes, but Ed wears Stede’s scarf the entirety of the show -- except for one episode: episode five, ‘the best revenge is dressing well.’

In this episode, Ed trades the black necktie for a fancier getup -- which consists primarily of the color purple. But the black necktie still makes an appearance, only Stede is wearing it this time. And yet again, it’s the only piece of black clothing he’s wearing. 

Now I think it’s important that Stede is wearing the scarf during this particular episode because they are at a formal party surrounded by aristocrats. More specifically, they are around the people that Stede would consider “his people” (I think he even calls them that towards the end of the episode). 

Why does this matter? Because I think that the presence of the black scarf serves as Stede’s visual link to Ed (and also general piracy). He’s wearing something that Ed has worn for the past who knows how long at a party where he will be seen by the “high ends” of society. It’s almost like he wanted to say, “hello my name is Stede and this is Ed and we are together” (even though literally no one would know that’s what it means besides Stede and Ed).

Which brings me to the color purple. Other than the outfit switch, Ed does not wear colors. At all. Stede, on the other hand, does -- and is seen wearing purple on at least one occasion (the Kraken episode). So, in the same way that Stede wearing the black scarf was sort of telling everyone he belongs with Ed, I feel like Ed wearing purple sort of signified that he’s with Stede. 

Ok, so fast forward to after the party, and Ed’s got the scarf back, wearing it with his usual pirate leather. Now one interesting thing I noticed about this scene in episode six (where they're sword fighting) is that Stede is wearing a brown scarf very similar the black one that Ed wears (also he is wearing purple pants which i just now realized oh my god-)

Could this be an indicator that Stede is starting to merge from a high society, naive “gentleman pirate” to someone a little more experienced? Could this be a visual representation of the way that Ed is rubbing off on him, or even the way that they are falling for each other? I have no idea, but I thought it was an interesting little detail. 

Then fast forward to episode seven, where Stede, Lucius, and Ed go on the treasure hunt. You’ll notice that Ed is wearing a purple shirt underneath his leather jacket (with the neck scarf making another appearance, of course). Purple like the suit he wore the night of the party. 

Now this could be an indicator that Ed is starting to merge from a hardened, heartless, friendless pirate into someone a little more gentlemanly. It is yet another visual representation that Stede and Ed are greatly affecting one another (and also falling in love).

 I find it very interesting that Ed chose to integrate an aspect of Stede’s wardrobe (something colorful) into his own wardrobe seemingly out of nowhere. But this is also the episode where Ed seems to realize that Stede genuinely cares about what he thinks (thanks to Lucius, bless that man), and actually indulges him for the sake of making his friend happy. It shows a level of care and thoughtfulness that is sort of uncharacteristic for Blackbeard. Just like its uncharacteristic for him to wear the color purple. 

We can even see the progression through the episode: as Ed starts to get more relaxed, more purple is shown. In the beginning, it was nearly completely covered, and he was being moody and cold. But then by the time they sit down to eat the snake and Ed and Stede joke about Ed’s restaurant, he’s removed his jacket to reveal the purple shirt in its entirety. Hello emotional vulnerability. 

Which is further suggested when, as soon as they are shown back with some of the crew, Ed’s jacket is back on. He feels like he can be vulnerable around Stede (and Lucius, I would argue) but is still a little guarded around everyone else. 

I feel like episode seven does a lot for Ed and Stede’s relationship development (where they sort of realize their feelings a little better, at least on Ed’s part) and I think that is really beautifully represented by the purple shirt. 

Or it’s just midnight and I’m going crazy, but what can you do. Seriously, I could write a whole fucking essay about the wardrobe choices in this show, and how they relate to character development and such. If you’ve read all of this oh my god I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to sleep now. 

Edit: I just took away the "keep reading" cause I kept seeing people say that sometimes those posts get lost :)

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny. 

TW: Yandere themes, breeding kink (our villain is ready to make the reader a mommy), dub con 

AN: literally just took Hero All Might and flipped him upside down. So baseline form is big buff boi and villain form is lanky but retains the strength.

Single father with a nine month old child, seeking live in nanny services. Negotiable pay. Negotiable time off/vacation days.

Toshinori was impressed with your interview. You had over 8 years of experience working with children between babysitting and working at a day care. Plus Izuku took to you immediately. It was just a bonus that you were easy on the eyes.

You agreed to begin immediately, trying not to let on that you were in desperate need of money and a place to stay. You didn't have much to move in. And, in comparison to the huge room you had been given, it seemed like you owned even less. You figured your new boss must get paid well. His house was huge, the largest you'd ever been in.

Your room was next to baby Izuku's. Settling in to a routine with the baby was easy. You weren't sure exactly what your employer did for a living, his schedule was sporadic, he would be in and out throughout the day. Whenever he was available he would stop by to love on the infant. It was clear that he was doing his best as a single parent, but house keeping wasn't his strong suit. You tried your best to help out with the chores and grocery shopping, after all he was paying you graciously and giving you a roof over your head.

The only bump in the road so far has been getting Toshinori's permission to take the little one on walks through the nearby park. According to the father, errands were one thing but what was the point of going to park? Izuku can't even walk, there wouldn't be any benefit. Eventually you convinced him, after rambling about how good it is for babies to be exposed to different levels of stimulation. You could show Izuku the ducks and dogs, plus he could see all the pretty spring time flowers.

The older man was worried, he feared that his child, and you for that matter, would be targeted by his enemies. Plenty of low life's would love to make a move against the notorious villain. But you wore down his resolve. So long as you would tell him before you went. Thankfully he could play it off as being a bit of a helicopter dad. He always has a spare crony he could send out there to watch over you two.

---

"What are you both doing," your bosses laugh filled the air.

You were in a very flattering position, palms on the floor stretching through your hips, ass hiked up with a tempting arch to your back. Then you pushed yourself forward, giving the giggling baby raspberries before returning to your original position.

"Baby yoga!" You smiled, oblivious to the growing bulge in the villains pants. "Right now we're doing downward facing dog and cobra."

He watched you cycle through the motions, hypnotized by your movements.

You took such good care of him and his baby. Ever since you got here you went above and beyond (very plus ultra of you). You even packed his meals to go when he had to rush off to a job. And you did it all with a smile and his kid bouncing away at your feet. The man allowed his mind to drift to the thought of you with his babies, Izuku on your hip and your round belly ready to pop.

You made an amazing nanny but you would make an even better housewife.

---

It wasn't until a week after Izuku's birthday that you learned about your bosses occupation. You were at the park and a stranger approached you to coo over Izuku.

"Such a little cutie, this is Toshi's kid, right?"

That caught you off guard, how did this person know Toshinori? You knew he was a protective dad and there something about this woman felt off.

"Well, either way, this is for you," she smiled as she passed you a manila envelope. "A little birdie wants you to have it."

You skeptically eyed the parcel as the woman disappeared through the park. You shoved it into Izuku's diaper bag before rushing back home.

You decided to peek into the envelope after settling 'Zuku down for the night. You curled onto the chair in his nursery, using his nightlight too sift through the documents. Various photos of Toshinori, your employer, amongst high profile criminals. Photos of the most terrifying villain among his infamous exploits. And finally a piece of paper with a single web address and access code. This was the most damning piece of evidence, All Might - the villain himself - joking amongst his companions before transforming into the man you knew as Izuku's father. Without this video you would have never even guessed. All Might was known for his unassuming nature, his slender frame concealing his god-like strength. Still he looked terrifying, like make children cry type terrifying. Toshinori on the other hand was massive but his sunny attitude made him approachable. For all these months you had been working for a criminal. A criminal with a child. You had been living with him, laughing and raising a baby, taking care of him and his family. Oh god, your late night fantasies of your boss, a total DILF, were fantasies of a sadistic monster.

The betrayal and shame brought you to tears. You should call the cops. Take Izuku far away from this place, from being exposed to his fathers atrocities. But you were torn, he was a good dad, he always put his son first and provided him with only the best. He would tear the world apart for Izuku even if he had to put a target on your back. You shook as you muffled your cries, trying not to wake the baby you cared so much for. Eventually you wrote yourself out, falling asleep in the nursery.

By the time Toshinori made it home it was close to two in the morning. As usual he tip toed into his sons room, shocked to find you curled up in the rocker asleep. He was quiet, surprisingly more so than in his slender form. As you made his way to wake you he was surprised to see your phone still unlocked, you had fallen to sleep with that video on loop. Underneath your phone was the envelope, he didn't need to look to know what was inside. He hadn’t woken either of you, managing to shut off your phone and pick you up with or so much as a peep. He decided rather quickly that he would wait for you to make the first move. At least in the mean time he could pretend you didn't care about his lifestyle and that you wouldn't try to leave him or his son.

"Toshinori," you mumbled as he was about to settle you into your bed. You were half asleep and groggy from crying.

"Go back to sleep, darling, it's late," he paused to sway with you, just like he did when putting down 'Zuku for a nap. He was shocked that it worked and finally escaped your room. You let him lull you back to sleep, further affirming his belief that you would stay.

---

The next morning you creeped downstairs. Izuku wasn't in his crib, meaning Toshinori was him. You found them both in the kitchen. The sight of the pair would usually warm your body but now shivers radiated down your spine.

"Look who's up, buddy, say good morning," he bounced the child, beaming like the happiest father.

Taking a deep breath you decided to rip off the band aid. "Mr Toshinori, I have to resign."

His pause was so long you wondered if he heard you.

"Did the video upset her that much, Zuzu?"

He looked at you with the same warmth he always did. "There's no need to be formal, you were fine calling me Toshi just the other day. Take a seat, I made pancakes, just like you like'em."

You complied, his unchanged demeanor intimidating you into submission.

"There's no need for you to quit," he started. "Nothing has changed aside from your level of awareness."

"I can't work for you knowing that you hurt people."

At that his smile faltered, "Darling, if you truly felt that way, you wouldn't be here. You would've slipped out early this morning."

You were silent. He was right, in a way. Trapped between what was right and what was best for Izuku. You'd never be able to do anything about your boss's criminal activity, even if you did and All Might was locked away, Izuku would suffer the most.

"Give yourself a few days to adjust, okay? If you still want to quit after that, we can reassess."

There's was a glint in his eyes that hinted he wasn't asking.

---

"I'll be back this evening," Toshinori told you a as he kissed Izuku's forehead. He was uncomfortably close as he returned the baby to your lap. "There's plenty of groceries so you don't need to go out today. I have a coworker out front, so don’t worry if you see someone outside."

"What are they doing?"

He placed a hand on the top of your hair, petting you like some cat.

"He'll just keep an eye on things. I need someone to make sure you stay put."

---

A week flew by with your employer pushing off the discussion of your resignation. He wouldn’t leave you unsupervised so just walking away wasn’t an option, besides could you really leave Izuku? 

Then the child came down with some type of bug and was absolutely miserable for several days. You couldn’t get much sleep as a result, even if his father was home for most of the day. 

---

Izuku finally fell asleep around three in the morning. You napped beside his crib out of fear he would wake up if you so much as changed positions.

Then you woke in Toshi's arms as he carried you down the hall.

"Where are we going," You whined, anxious to be away from the child.

"I told you to rest, instead I find you in the nursery."

"'Zuku is sick-"

"But he's asleep, there are baby monitors, not that he won't wake the whole city up with his cries. You've been up for nearly two days with him, time for bed."

But he wasn't taking you to your room. Instead he dropped you on to his bed.

"What are you doing?" You snapped.

"I don't need you sneaking back. I can keep an eye on you here. I'll take care of him if he starts crying." He rolled in next to you.

The bed was huge but so was your boss. "Stop wiggling."

"Well I can't get comfortable."

“Fine,” he said and pulled you into him, “now stop it and get some sleep.”

You burned with embarrassment, turning silent after several attempts at protest. Just as you began to drift off, Toshinori's hand moved to beneath your shorts. You shut your eyes, pretending not to notice. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing. Then his fingers grazed the spot where your skin met your panties.

"I know you aren't asleep yet, darling."

You didn't respond, opting to keep up the façade.

"Mmm, are we playing pretend? I don't mind."

You gasped, pushing at his hand, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I can see that," he chuckled. "I'm just helping you wear yourself out. You've been taking such good care of the baby, let me return the favor."

He jerked your hips, pressing you tightly against his bulge.

"You've been such a good mommy."

God the way you could feel your body responding made you hate that he was a villain.

"'M not-" You gasped as he did his fingers into your thighs. "His mom."

"You sure about that? I know how much you care about him. Always rushing to him when he’s cranky, never taking any days off. You make sure he's a happy little baby and you take such good care of his daddy. Isn't that's what mommies do?"

A moan slipped through your lips, "Stop."

"Are you sure? It seems like your having such a good time," he teased, sliding his hand to find your wetness.

Your body jerked involuntarily. He wasted no time tearing off your layers. Your determination quickly fading.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he pushed a finger in to your warmth.

You shivered at the sensation. Before you could register his actions there was another digit. He skillfully maneuvered his fingers to prep walls.

"What a tight like cunt," The man cooed. "So perfect and pretty. Just waiting for me to claim."

You gasped as he curled his fingers in you. Tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

"Atta girl, I think you're ready to take daddy's cock."

You shouldn't be surprised when you saw how absolutely hung your boss is. There was no way the whole thing would fit inside of you.

Without hesitation All Might slowly began to press inside of you. The head of his cock already made it feel like you were tearing.

"Wait wait wait," You cried. "Too big."

He paused, reassuring you, "I know you can do it baby. You're okay."

You shook your head violently.

With a sloppy squelch he withdrew. He disappeared momentarily, give you much need time to breathe. Then he was back and you felt a cool, slick fluid rub against you. He applied a generous amount of lube knowing full well that if he played his cards right you'd happily be his forever.

Regardless there was still a painful pressure as he forced himself deeper.

"You're doing so good, taking me so well."

He was slowly increasing the speed off his hips. All you could manage was incoherent whines as his momentum bounced you back and forth.

"Toshi, Toshi," You panted.

"I don't think so baby girl," he slapped your thigh. "You know what I want to hear."

You couldn't be rational, not when he was pounding into you. All you knew was pleasure in this moment. How could you not give the man what he wanted when he was fucking you dumb.

"Mmm daddy, hurts so good."

"Ah- fuck yeah. I knew you were a little pain slut. You want me to fuck you like a whore and then treat you like my little princess?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

"You've been such a good little mommy, I think you deserve this little treat huh?"

You didn't respond, stubbornly refusing to tell the man what he was desperate to hear.

He shifted to a painfully slow pace as he would pull almost completely out just to slam back into your abused whole.

"And here I thought you wanted to cum, I can always stop here, finish myself later-"

"No! No no no, don't stop."

"Then repeat after me: I'm such a good mommy."

As you stayed silent until he began to move at a snails pace. So close to losing your high.

"O-kay, okay, I-I've been a good mom-mommy," You cried tried to buck against the giant.

And just like that your boss was pushing you back to the edge of an orgasm. You were sobbing from pleasure and frustration.

"I know,” He growled. “Fucking good girl, taking care of our baby while daddy's working. You're gonna look so pretty knocked up. All glowing and swollen. Bet your tits are gonna look so pretty when they get full. Gotta keep you stuffed with my cum so our little boy can have a sibling."

[floralovebot]

i kinda really hate it when people say the later seasons feminized musa cause like... they did... but they also didn't? like yes musa does wear outfits that can be seen as more masculine and she doesn't "act" super feminine, at least not in the ways that the other winx (minus tecna) do. but also... her wearing loose jeans isn't like. Not feminine. her having a more laidback personality isn't Not feminine. her not caring about fashion or makeup to the levels that the other winx do (or at all) isn't Not feminine.

i mean if we're talking about fashion specifically, her first transformation literally has her in a skirt and thigh high boots. her first formal outfit may have been pants but the entire look together is very *feminine*. in the same first season she's seen in another dance outfit that includes a longer skirt! not to mention the s2 club dress... the eraklyon formal dress... the s2 formal dress... her enchantix... hell even her swimsuit which was a literal bikini

like... musa was never Not feminine (that was really more tecna's thing and even then she wasn't against it either). there's nothing wrong with seeing musa as more of a tomboy or wanting her to be less traditionally feminine than the other girls, but acting like she was ever against femininity goes against so much of what the show was about and what the show did. i get that the later seasons have horrible designs (they do!!) but them adding more pink and dressing her up in dresses and skirts constantly was something that happened to all of them, not just musa. (you could literally use the same arguments to say that bloom was a tomboy who was horribly feminized by the evil pink corporations. like dude)

i don't want anyone to think i'm like headcanon policing here but if you genuinely think they Feminized her, why do you think she wasn't feminine before? why do you think she would be against femininity? why do you assign femininity to things like clothing and personalities? why do you think musa's trouble with finding herself and chasing her dreams also translates to being against femininity? why do you think musa, who has always been shown to be comfortable with feminine wear, is actually super against it, wouldn't be comfortable with it, and was outright forced to do it. why do you take this character, who has always been very assured in her own style and comfort and knows what she's comfortable with and what she isn't, and just go "no she hates being feminine".

all of the winx girls are so healthy when it comes to individual style and knowing what they're comfy with and not and that's so important for young girls to see!! there is 100% a place for women who don't enjoy dressing or "acting" feminine, but winx was all about uplifting femininity and making sure young girls were proud to be girls and didn't shy away from feminine things because it's "too girly". and if you're really looking for that character, tecna is the Best example of one who wasn't overly feminine and tended to dress in that more "masculine" way (and who also got Very Badly feminized by the later seasons). but i just don't think musa is that No Femininity Allowed tomboy that a lot of people think she is.

[yuichi-ro]

chaussuresAstolfo x fem!vamp!Reader

─backflip and snap my neck with a poorly written romcom cw: fem!Reader, sfw, bad writing, unedited word count: 2.7k

Towards the end of the letter in your grasp you noticed the handwriting going from pristinely formal to more of what you might assume was a panicked scribble to finish such a piece. Then even more confusing, or amusing depending on how you looked at it, there was a very discernable heart drawn where a signature should have gone at the end. But where there was no name to tell you who’d written such a thing. The heart also faintly at the bottom was inked out with what appeared to be a feverishly heavy attempt to deny it’s existence on said letter head at all.

“And who might have left such a note?” You inquired of the courier still standing in front of your guestroom.

The man scratched his head before shaking it with a shrug, “I cannot say so please forgive me. Though, they looked to be of the church with the rosary around their neck.”

“A rosary you say?” Smiling to yourself while glancing the entire letter over again. Having more than a hunch about who’d written you such a sloppily finished request. Your eyes lingered over the time and place listed in the letter at the request of your person, “It looks as though I have a date with the church fairing lamb. How cute.”

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Thinking back repeatedly if the vague demand of the letter was too off putting for even a vampire of all things. Astolfo fidgeted with his scarf for the twelfth time in the past twenty minutes alone. Swallowed with worry if you’d even recieved his written request. Moving this way and that in his seat while thoughts swarmed. Though he might literally have ants in his pants with how much he was fussing. 

“...I should have just signed my name,” The chasseur begrudgingly admitted to himself once more after convincing himself on the walk over to the café that it gave him the upper hand. Dropping his head in his hands Astolfo kept shaking his head at his own foolishness, “Fool, incompetent dolt, no one’s going to regard what could be construed as a threatening letter. She best threw it away I’m sure of it!”

“Or contacted the correct authorities for what felt like a reverse ransom?”

Astolfo jerked his head out of his hands at the mere hint of your voice. Pink eyes growing wide when he saw it was really you standing in front of him. For a second he froze unable to even preform the simplest of tasks such as greeting you. Every time he saw you the chasseur hated to admit how beautiful you grew each and every time. You looked nothing like you did in the cave in Gévaudan. Bewitching at the bare minimum. His cheeks slowly crept up with their tell tale blush when he couldn’t get enough of looking at you.

His transparency made you chuckle. Holding a gloved hand in front of your mouth as you looked at him still seated, “Am I too late to accept your offer?”

“L-Late-” Astolfo hadn’t even checked the time. Having arrived early himself chasseur hadn’t checked his watch even once. And when he finally did at your mention he realized you were about ten minutes late, “You- Of course you’re late.”

Sweeping your hand down over your dress you didn’t stop smiling at him and Astolfo couldn’t stop blushing at your figure in such a beautiful dress, “It’s awfully hard to find things that compliment the color pink.”

If his cheeks weren’t matching his hair before. They certainly were now. Astolfo didn’t push the fact that you were late. Only just no realizing he was slacking on his duties as a gentleman after being the one to send you the letter in the first place. 

Scrambling to get to his feet the young chasseur tried to pull out your chair. Bumping his knee in the process and almost knocking over the glass of water on the table he’d been brought nearly half an hour ago. Nerves frayed in a thousand different directions he cursed under his breath but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead leaning over and kissing his cheek before you took your seat, “Thank you Monsieur Granatum.” 

Stunned for a second after the peck on his cheek. Astolfo tried to steel himself in attempt to salvage his composure to one you might respect. Though he had no idea no if you even really did respect him. The fool attempted to hold himself up in front of you like a proper man of the church would. 

Lost in a cocoon of his own thoughts. He wasn’t even are for a moment of the waiter that came to the table side. Only snapped to it when you obviously finished ordering something and tossed a look his way. Put on the spotlight he couldn’t think of literally anything. Food. Drink. All of it gone from his mind. And after he’d picked a café he was so familiar with on top of it all. As the waiter cleared their throat waiting for an answer. Astolfo was surprised to say the least when you ordered for him. Though be it generic the food and drink ordered was something he enjoyed.

“If you don’t like it, you can switch with me, no?” You offered with a coy smile when the waiter left.

“I- Ahem- What was ordered is just fine.” Astolfo didn’t need your leniency every step of the way. Cheeks still burning he was able to calm down a little bit when he finally admitted you’d came. Which was one big hurdle out of the way.

“So.” You leaned into the elbow you had propped onto the table. Tossing a simple smile his way as you watched him closely, “This is a date huh? You’ve been bold enough to ask a vampire on a date in broad day light?”

“I’ve asked to meet with the enemy of the church!” Astolfo’s composure cracked and his cheeks went right back to being red as could be, “Know your place vampire I’m simply here as a chasseur and my job with the church is to keep fiends like you from doing any more damage.”

“Is that why you scribbled out the heart on the bottom of the letter? For business purposes?”

Drained of his color. You hadn’t even tasted a spec of blood from his body yet it all drained from his face at the mere mention of the heart. Having assumed you’d never notice it with the scribble from the quill over it. Astolfo’s only color to him was his wonderfully pink hair and eyes. The rest of him as pale as a ghost at the mention. 

Chucking to his detriment you couldn’t say anything before the waiter came back with the cake you’d ordered for both of you and the two cups of coffee. Thanking them profusely before turning back to Astolfo white as a ghost and staring down at his lap. 

First you took a bite of your cake. One of your favorites in fact. The chasseur across from you vexed of any words. Stone still in his seat and refusing to look up. Finally you had to do something.

“Here,” You extended a bit of cake on your fork in his direction, “It’s my favorite for a reason.”

Hesitant of your offer. He did at least raise his head. Looking from the hunk of cake on your fork. To following your arm up to see you weren’t mocking him with a smile like normal. It was the first time he’d looked at you and noticed the grin gone for your features.

Astolfo leaned in to sheepishly take the offer. Chewing it slowly onto to find out himself that it was in fact a delicious cake. By the time he swallowed he was looking across at you almost in awe. 

“So.” You stuck your fork into the frosting heavy corner and got yourself another bite, “Is this a date or a church thing?”

Huffing Astolfo tried to advert his eyes again, “...you know the answer.”

“Actually,” You finished the bite of cake in your mouth, “I don’t. Considering you’re church friends are right over there hiding behind menus.”

Crossed with a look of confusion Astolfo looked up to follow your fork pointing so rudely across the café. Ready to call you a slob for pointing as such. Astolfo’s eyes landed on the two very familiar figures who quickly ducked behind said menus.

“Sir Roland! And Sir Olivier?!” Astolfo squawked in disbelief. Having been here this entire time he didn’t see either of them enter which only meant they were here even before he’d arrived.

“Ah yes the curly one and the angry one,” You popped another piece of cake in your mouth watching the madness unfold, “So it is a church thing.”

“No! No it’s not! It’s not a church thing I-” Whipping his head back and forth so fast you worried it might snap off. Astolfo suddenly stood up. Shriek of the chair feet along the ground. He seized up with a huff, “Please excuse me-”

“I’ll be here,” You waved your fork even though he was already storming off in the other  chasseur’s directions. Amusing you hadn’t been on a double date in a while.

Storming over to the figures so clearly trying to hide behind the menus. Astolfo didn’t need to question what his eyes saw. Slamming his hands down on the café table. Jostling the cups of water and one empty cup of coffee on top. His temper forcing quite the pop in blood vessel on his forehead upon seeing the two  chasseur sheepishly pull down their menu’s.

“Ah Astolfo!” Roland went right into faking surprise, “You come here too? And with such a lovely-”

“Cut it-” Astolfo snapped. White knuckled grip on the table cloth on the pairs table, “What in God’s holy name are you two even doing here? How did you come here?!”

“Oh that’s simple.” Roland motioned over to Olivier, “He was too paranoid to let you go out with a vampire. So he suggested we follow you to make sure everything was in tip top shape.”

“Roland! Do not throw me under the carriage like that!” Olivier hollered, “The only way I knew the woman was that because of you! You spoke of such darknesses after meeting that wretched Noe and Vanitas! You can’t pin this on me.”

“Come now Olivier you said it yourself this entire thing was giving you a headache.” Roland beamed a smile at the two of them.

“You’re taking my words out of context you fool!”

Having it up to here with both of them. Astolfo let go of the table cloth. Straightened back up and took a much needed deep breath, “....I do not need either of your help. Thank you.”

“She’s a vampire.” Olivier popped off.

“I could always offer dating advice.” Roland offered.

“Neither of you needn’t help me!” Astolfo fumed, “I simply wished to take a pretty woman out on a date! And now you two show up and I- I can’t believe this. We’re leaving.”

Trying to protest that he stay and enjoy his prepared plans. Astolfo wasn’t hearing any of it. Untouched coffee as well as his own treat. The chasseur kept shaking his head and ignoring what his fellow palidans had to say. Only grabbing your hand and ushering you up with him to depart. It was humorous and still you offered a polite goodbye to both men before letting the little lamb lead you away from the café in question. 

Having walked a bit away from the scene of such a mess. And assured that neither chasseur followed you. Finally you decided it right to break up his seething anger.

“...I’d still like to continue our date,” You spoke softly and only to him, “If that’s what the letter was really about.”

Without even realizing he’d been clutching your hand so firmly. Or even checking to see if you weren’t followed. Astolfo loosened his grip on your hand with intentions of dropping it completely. Had you not held onto his grasp a little. Forcing him to slow down and look at your fingers curled around his hand.

He lifted his gaze to meet yours. There was your tell tale smile, “This was a date, was it not?”

He held off. But without letting go of your hand finally nodded. Almost as though he was ashamed of it in the first place even though he arranged it, “...Yes, I suppose it is. Or, well, was.”

“Oh?”

“I messed up the letter. Then the other palidans following us. I even left our things on the table-” Astolfo knocked his other hand into his forehead ashamed of the train wreck this had become, “This was- This was a mistake.”

“How so?” You asked genuinely.

“How so? How- You idiot we didn’t even eat what we ordered and our time was interrupted,” Astolfo scowled at you and the foolish things that came from your mouth, “Everything about this is ruined and it’s my fault.”

Taking in a deep breath that he needed more than you. You slowly began to swing his hand clasped in yours. Tilting your head back and looking at the sun slowly creeping into the horizon as it was due to set in just a few hours, “Well, we’re still out together, are we not?” Astolfo wasn’t about to argue that, “And that cake was really very good. At least the piece I ate.” He did nod to that fact, wishing he’d actually gotten a chance to eat his even, “Then a stroll hand in hand? To the center of town?” You held up the fact you two were still holding hands and his rampage to leave the café had let you two drift towards one of the many water features in the shopping districts of Paris, “So if I do recall what courting is like, you did in fact take me on a date, my little lamb.”

From your perspective. Or even if you were just warping facts of what had just happened. The way it was laid out was true. On the outside this did seem like an entirely normal if not sucessful date, “.....are you mad with me?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad?”

Astolfo stalled in front of the water fountain. Looking down at the rippling reflection of the two of you. He couldn’t see the two of you holding hands. But when he gave you a squeeze he received one right back. 

“Surely I seem foolish. If not desperate. I just thought...after what happened outside Gévaudan...it would be rude of me to not take you out.” Astolfo muttered as he tried to untangle his thought process to all of this.

Watching his reflection in the water you tilted your head a little to the side, “Well, did you want to go out with me or are you simply repaying a debt? I’d say the two are very different.”

Mulling it over. Astolfo hadn’t stopped thinking about you since that night. In fact he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the night in the cave. Each time you met it getting more and more tangled for the churchman. Morally and physically. But there really remained only one answer to your question. 

“...I wanted to take you on a date.” Astolfo said the first truthful thing all evening, “I- I wanted to see more of you.”

Feeling that same familiar flutter in your chest you had on the mountain. And subsequently every time you saw the chasseur. Hearing such things did more than tempt you with the simple scent of his delicious blood.

Squeezing his fist tightly in your own. Enough that he had to break away from staring at the reflections alone. To look over at you. Astolfo was caught by surprise when you whisked in with your free hand to hold his face and steal a deep passionate kiss. One that had him melting into you before he knew it. Not even craving of your blood or the euphoric rush. Just the genuine thud in his chest that you bestowed upon him was enough to bring the color back to his cheeks.

“Then I’d say this was a very successful date little lamb.” You smiled as you cupped his cheek and rubbed your thumb gingerly over his skin, “One that I hope you take me on again in the very near future.”

[libertybri]

Fo4 companions (and related) reacting to an Amazonian-like!Sole who is a strong as she is tall (very of both).

I have just been getting so many good requests lately, you guys really know how to make a writer happy! :)

MacCready:

“I think I saw a comic book with a lady hero who looked kinda like you. Aw, shi– shoot, was that offensive, I don’t know? Oh well, she was cool. Now that I think about it… you kind of act like her too.” He goes on a nerd rant for sure, just completely in awe with Sole’s appearance and nature. He definitely looks up to her in more than a literal way.

Hancock:

“As if I couldn’t get enough of’a ya already. Now that I get a good look at you, sunshine, it’s gonna be real hard to take my eyes off.” He chuckles at his own forwardness. If love at first sight was a thing he believed in, he was surely struck with it right then and there.

Cait:

“Now this ain’t somethin’ ‘ye get to see everyday.” Although Sole’s fighting already impressed her, as soon as they came face to face, Cait was awestruck with how Sole was towering over her. She definitely takes pride in traveling with the woman out of time for this fact alone.

Piper:

“Wow… for once I’m speechless.” She makes many assumptions about people day to day, but when her sight focuses on Sole, she can no longer form a single opinion on the brilliant woman before her.

Nick:

“No wonder Skinny’s boys were tucking their tails between their legs. My savior, aren’t you just the sight to see.” He is, to say the least, very impressed with Sole’s appearance and fighting in the vault.

Preston:

“Incredible… I mean, that display, your fighting, and now seeing you up close- I just-“ He finds himself at a loss for the right words, only being able to spit out praise towards Sole and genuine amazement.

Danse:

“…” The only time he would ever avoid lecturing someone for being so brash during battle without power armor, would really only be the first time he meets Sole. The woman stood at his height while he was in the power armor and tossed the ferals around like rag dolls. He truly felt that she was more help to him than he could ever be to her.

Maxson:

“I say with full confidence, that you will make a fine addition to the Brotherhood. Ad Victoriam!” While he must restrain himself from gawking at Sole with first glance and upon hearing her remarkable performance report, he is able to pull of a rather formal and respectful introduction to the woman he deems incredible.

Curie:

“Oh madam, you are just marvelous!” No matter the circumstances, she would be impressed with Sole. Upon seeing her as this Amazonian-like figure, she is only more enthusiastic about following and learning more of the woman.

Deacon:

“You’re a lot more intimidating up close and personal, you know?” Since Sole’s first time meeting him isn’t his first time meeting her, he’s already formed an opinion on her style. The only thing he has to say about her is that she’s a grade-A badass, but probably wouldn’t be the best spy. Good thing she prefers being a heavy.

Desdemona:

“Well, you sure do make for an interesting agent. I’m glad you’re on our side.” At first glance she views Sole more as an asset than a friend, simply because of her intimidating appearance and performance in the field.

Sturges:

“Wow… you are jus’ a brilliant woman…” He finds himself blushing after speaking his thoughts out loud with everyone else in the room hearing him. Luckily, he wasn’t alone on his thoughts about Sole.

X6-88:

“Father didn’t quite take after you, I see.” X6 is amazed with her abilities, but thinks it’s quite a shame none of it was passed onto their dear leader.

Gage:

“Heh, Colter was an idiot thinkin’ he could take you on. Even with all that fancy power armor on, I think I’d shit my pants seein’ you come my way.” He means this in literally the nicest way possible, probably not the best with expressing his admiration.

Mason:

“Whew, you could be my Alpha female. I think I’m going to like you, Boss.” He is just enthralled after seeing Sole fight and now seeing her approach him at his throne and tower over him. Strangely, he enjoys her looking down on him.

Mags Black:

“That display you put on with Colter was just… simply amazing. Now seeing you up close and personal, well, I think you might have just earned yourself a fan, Boss.” She admires Sole’s fighting skills and her appearance. When the Boss can pull off an intimidating look and play out an incredible fight, they are more than worthy of the title in her eyes.

[reikuto]

— WHERE THE KARASUNO BOYS WOULD TAKE YOU ON A DATE!

FEATURING! — hinata shouyo, kageyama tobio, sugawara koushi, daichi sawamura

WARNINGS! — none! all soft! mild cursing

CONTENT! — karasuno boys x gn reader

A/N! — another draft that’s been sitting here. made some final touches so i hope you guys enjoy!

HINATA would take you to the park! there’s just so much for the two of you to do. you could hang out on the jungle gyms, take a scenic walk, play volleyball, have a picnic, play volleyball, cloud watch, and of course, play volleyball! yes, he would probably ask you to play and if you agree, his eyes would light up. he’d take you to ukai’s shop for some meat buns afterwards and the two of you would just talk and eat as he walked you home. you feel really tired, but the good kind of tired, where you’re just happy and sleepy and you know you’re gonna knock out as soon as your head hits the pillow. you kiss hinata’s cheek as a thank you and smile as the poor boy turns red.

KAGEYAMA would take you to karasuno’s volleyball court! yes, you heard that right. kageyama’s entire life has always revolved solely around volleyball, and he’s never had an experience with girls. hence why he decided to take you to the place he loves most. he convinces daichi to let him use the gym on one of their off days and he tells you to dress in something athletic. you guys pretty much pass the time tossing and receiving as you exchange questions and answers to one another. afterwards, you guys sit outside the gym panting as you take in the sunset. kageyama buys you something from the vending machine and as you’re walking back to the gym to pick up your stuff, you take his hand in your own. kageyama panics a little but eases into it, giving your hand a squeeze that you reciprocate as reassurance. it was an odd date but you weren’t complaining.

SUGAWARA takes you on a breakfast date! he shows up at your doorstep with flowers and you feel the butterflies go absolutely insane in your stomach. suga introduces you to a quaint, hidden restaurant that he claims serves the best breakfast in the prefecture. you find it a little hard to believe but you go along with it, and damn, are you in for a shock. the food was to die for, and sugawara just sat with a smile on his face as he watched you practically melt after taking the first bite. you guys make steady conversation about your childhood, funniest memories, and goals and you relish in the way it’s so easy to talk to him. your legs find his at one point during the conversation and they intertwine under the table. it feels very warm and welcoming—sugawara feels warm and welcoming. he pays even after you insist to split the check and as a thank you, you buy him a cute little dessert.

DAICHI takes you on to a dinner date! he’s a classic kind of guy, so he’s obviously gonna take you to a nice dinner. remember, he is literally a teenager, so don’t expect some grand five star restaurant, but it’s definitely nicer than what you’re used to (your cheeks flare up at seeing daichi dressed so formally). he pulls out all the classic date etiquette such as: opening the car door for you, holding the door, pulling out your chair, giving you his blazer when you get cold, etc. while the whole thing was a bit overwhelming at first, daichi‘s soothing voice and kind smile easily calms your nerves. daichi openly expresses when he first started developing feelings for you and you sort of die a little at how direct he is. he admits he’d like to go on more dates with you in hopes of the two of you becoming something official and you practically choke on your food

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

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[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas​’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

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SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

[azenkii]

A Long List of Trash Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons

...that i couldn't get out of my head:

(warning: SUPER LONG POST i havent figured out how to trim posts yet)

he's the one who unchains azula despite iroh's protests. she doesn't even try to fight him, just cries into his shoulder and keeps mumbling about how father's going to be so disappointed in her. he takes her to her rooms and has her drink a sleeping draught, then stations the best guards he has left outside her chambers.

his first council meeting takes place literally a day after sozin's comet. he hobbles into the council chamber shirtless with his entire torso covered in bandages and every council member just looks at him like '...what'

he does NOT sleep for like,,a week after sozin's comet and then another two weeks after his coronation. katara, aang and suki try to persuade him to sleep and he doesn't listen. eventually sokka, toph and mai team up to literally drag his ass to bed and tell him he's not allowed to get up until he sleeps (does mai pin him to the bed with her knives? yes. is it kinky or sexual in any way? definitely not.)

he drinks So. Much. Tea. at this point it's practically tasteless to him but he drinks it anyway because he just needs something to do and tea is something familiar. he keeps iroh on his toes because he's constantly asking for new tea blends, uncle, i think i actually tasted the last one,

he flat-out refuses to grow his hair for at least a year after ozai's defeat. the second it starts getting close to his chin he shears it off himself, with his knife, and his stylist has a heart attack every single time

when he's tired he'll occasionally jump up when one of his guards moves. it stops after a bit, but for the first month and a half or so he's really twitchy. when sokka asks, the only explanation he can come up with is that he's not used to having people stand behind him silently and not want to kill him, much less want to protect him (sokka immediately takes him out for a shopping trip and makes a point of walking behind him the entire time, but only on zuko's right side, where he can clearly see it if sokka moves towards him)

when the healer declares azula mentally unstable and in need of an institution, he shuts himself in his office for the rest of the night. no one's allowed in, not even iroh. he finally emerges in the morning, eyes red from crying and sleep deprivation, and tells the librarian that he'd like a list of the best mental institutions in the country, please, the best in the world if you can get them

he loves theatre (is this even a headcanon?). unfortunately it practically died out in the fire nation along with the rest of the creative arts, leaving nothing but small troupes like the ember island players. one of zuko's personal goals (meaning things he wants to accomplish that aren't as important as restoring his country) is to bring back theatre; he finally manages to do it after about eight months or so of being fire lord, along with other arts like dancing, music and sculpture

he establishes a national day of mourning, on the first day of autumn every year, to commemorate the genocide of the air nomads. from 100AG onwards, every calendar printed in the fire nation has it marked. at first it was called the day of repentance, but aang persuaded him to have it changed (by arguing that he didn't want guilt to be a literal staple of fire nation culture)

he introduces literally So Many educational reforms, plus a mandatory class that teaches students about the cultures of the other nations (air nomads included) and how some of their traditions overlap

he turns down the offer of having a statue put up of him in the capital. toph ignores him and does it anyway.

he visits azula regularly, makes sure she's (relatively) comfortable and well-fed, and sometimes just sits down outside her door and tells her about everything that's going on right now ('some of the far colonies have developed their own standardised writing, azula, you wouldn't believe it, and i've asked the fire sages to come visit more often—but you never liked them, did you? oh, well; i'll make sure none of them go into your chambers by mistake')

(he doesn't know it, but when he does this azula sits by the door and listens. she wonders what kind of writing the colonists have developed, and whether or not the fire sages have taken on some new recruits.)

he hates being above anyone else. never sits in the throne if he can help it, nor does he sit on the dais in the council room. when he talks to people shorter than him, he finds himself stooping a little bit to talk to them on their level (the exception to this rule is sokka, who he mocks for being shorter all the way up until sokka grows taller than him, the bastard)

the first time he visits the earth kingdom, the earth king's ministers call a toast. he ends up being the only one who has to sit out, because he's too young to drink by earth kingdom law

once his servants figure out he won't kill them for talking to him, they start becoming a lot more bold, telling him off when he doesn't take care of himself. at one point, they force him to let them take care of him so much that he literally just bolts into the gardens and hides there until the staff rope in mai and ty lee

when he needs to escape, he does one of two things: (a) he dresses up as the blue spirit and does some parkour until he calms down, or (b) he goes to work at the jasmine dragon. (b) happens less often bc the jasmine dragon's in ba sing se, but there's been a few memorable incidents when an earth kingdom diplomat walks in and yells, 'LEE?!' when they see the fire lord

the first court artist who draws him also happens to be the one who drew azulon and ozai. he draws zuko without his scar. zuko takes one look at it and tells him, very calmly, that he'd like him to leave, please.

zuko burns the portrait. he doesn't fire the court artist, but he never calls on him again unless he has to. a second court artist is called, and can't help but be a bit confused when the fire lord tells him to be sure to include the scar

he forgets the crown. a lot. sometimes he walks into council meetings in his sleepwear with his hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a bunch of scrolls tucked under his arm. none of his councilmen have the guts (or the heart) to tell him that this is not, in fact, formal council wear

he goes to feed the turtleducks when he's stressed. he thinks he's being subtle. he's not. the entire palace knows, and they consciously give him space when they see him in the turtleduck garden

most of his staff are older than him, so they look at him and see this teeny tiny fire lord who is So Small and who Must Be Protected. the day after zuko's coronation, the head chef holds a meeting where they commence Operation Do-Not-Let-That-Boy-Turn-Out-Like-His-Father (subsection He's-The-Only-Good-Thing-We-Have)

one night he wakes up to find suki sitting in his room, decked out in full kyoshi warrior garb and makeup, and just about screams blue murder. suki tells him there are suspicions of an assassin in the palace, and would you please stop yelling it's very distracting, we won't be able to hear anyone coming over that racket

zuko gets very, very paranoid of random spirits after that. yeah, suki looks like a possibly malevolent spirit when she's wearing her makeup, what about it? (when he tells sokka he's highkey terrified of spirit shenanigans, sokka just looks at him and says, 'man, the stories i could tell...', and THAT'S when zuko remembers sokka spent like six months more than he did travelling with the avatar)

on his first visit to the southern water tribe, he removes his boots and leg guards, rolls up his pants and kneels barefoot in the snow. even though chief hakoda immediately starts trying to pull him up, he's stubborn as hell and stays kneeling for the entirety of his very long, very sincere apology-on-behalf-of-the-fire-nation speech. he nearly loses his toes to frostbite after that, and both sokka and katara never stop giving him shit for it

the first time he grows a 'beard' is completely accidental. he's stressed over some trade miscommunications with chief hakoda, hasn't slept in a few days...and then when sokka arrives as water tribe ambassador to help smooth things over, he takes one look at zuko and says 'man, facial hair does not suit you'

zuko: facial what now

he checks a mirror to find that he's got stubble covering his chin, dark enough that it almost looks intentional, and holy gods how the fuck did he not notice this before

'UNCLE WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME' 'i assumed you were doing it on purpose' 'WHEN HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING ON PURPOSE'

he shaves it all off immediately, of course, which prompts a lot of teasing and rib-poking from sokka until zuko finally snaps that he's scared it'll make him look like his father. sokka stops after that.

(the day after sokka leaves, zuko finds that a mysterious someone has scribbled all over ozai's royal portrait, giving him a frankly ridiculous beard and moustache that literally CANNOT be grown in real life. oddly enough, he can't bring himself to care about the defamation of royal property. he's too busy laughing.)

his paths cross with toph and sokka more than any of the others, because sokka is ambassador and toph is technically still a beifong. most of the time, at formal functions, he ends up sequestered in the corner with toph and a hoard of snacks, and they talk and swear much more than they usually do (zuko's ministers once heard him when he was drunk with toph, and the servants swear the older ministers' ears started bleeding)

he restores fire nation cultural festivals, and in doing so subjects himself to learning a lot of complicated dances

during one memorable week, he wrote so many letters and drafted so much legislation that he ran out of paper. he had to go visit the nearest school and ask for some

he keeps up with his firebending and sword training even though it's hard to fit into his schedule. his ministers refrain from reminding him that he has guards to protect him now; it's still hard for zuko to trust his safety with anyone but himself (team avatar is the exception).

he started sleepwalking about two months into his reign. no one knew why. one time, he nearly sleepwalked right off the edge of a balcony, and one of his guards had to grab him by the back of his robes.

the sleepwalking stopped after around a month and never happened again. at this point it's practically palace legend.

after freeing the war prisoners, he went around collecting every single earthbender-proof wooden cell he could find in the capital and surrounding areas. when he'd gotten most of them, he gathered them into a huge pile in the city square and set fire to them with his own hands.

unfortunately he couldn't do that with the waterbender metal cells but he did get toph to come in and bend them all into pretty shapes (well, toph thought they were pretty shapes. everyone else thinks they're meaningless squiggles)

he learned how to write with both hands at the same time out of sheer necessity (he refused scribes until it became clear that he'd be putting some people out of a job; that was when he started letting scribes write very, very minor things, but all important documents/drafts/letters are still written by him)

he once put the wet end of an ink brush in his mouth instead of the wooden end by mistake. didn't even realise until he bit down to keep it in place and ink went oozing everywhere

when his guards rushed in to find him coughing and spluttering black liquid all over his desk they thought he'd been poisoned but no he's just stupid

on his 17th birthday, his first one after being crowned, he got tackled by team avatar in the middle of the ballroom and ended up at the bottom of a cuddlepile for like ten minutes

this cuddlepile happened at an event that was very much public and very much formal. it was a scandal for weeks

just. fire lord zuko, guys. so much potential