#knowing me i will probably keep drawing him with the nose. i love drawing animal humanoid like this

[spacemaverick]

human, fox, and short hair so you can see him ears

[zy4nyaa]

Random Chuuya headcanons

I honestly feel like he wouldn’t date anybody since he is in the mafia and he wouldn’t want anybody to be in danger because of that, he would probably date someone if they’re in the mafia with him

But if he were to date somebody then he would most definitely keep his eyes on his significant other, like he would stay loyal to that person and make them his top priority

Even though he is rich, I don’t think he would be buying unnecessary things, like I just feel like he wouldn’t go around buying hundreds of things just bc he’s rich

He has a YouTube channel of him doing skincare and hauls and a bunch of other stuff

He DEFINITELY knows how to cook and draw/paint😍😍

He hates when other people struggle, he feels like he struggled a lot and went through so much pain and he doesn’t want anybody else to experience that either. As soon as someone opens up to him he’s right by their side

Even after that if the person is doing fine he would still keep an eye out and look out for that person to make sure that they’re actually okay

He’s insecure about himself so he absolutely loves when other people compliment him even if it’s a small one

Even though he is insecure about himself people still come up with him, he doesn’t know how attractive he really is. He doesn’t realize when people are trying to flirt with him he just thinks they’re complimenting them or referring to something else

I feel like since he works at the mafia that he wakes up early for work, he either wakes up at 5:00 or 5:30. He is probably won’t get a chance to sleep sometimes since he works late

If you’re his lover, be prepared because you won’t really see him that much since he has a strict schedule and will mostly come home at midnight, even then he would still find time to spend with you

He has social media like TikTok and instagram but he doesn’t post that much, the least that he would post is a picture of wine on his story

I don’t know if it’s just me but I feel like he has Heterochromia since his eyes are blue in the anime but brown in the manga.

He knows multiple languages like Japanese, English, French, Italian, and Spanish. He is fluent in Japanese (obviously) and Spanish, probably French too because of Verlaine.

He also likes to curse in French

Sometimes he paints his nails red or black if he’s bored

He definitely has light freckles on his face that are too light to see, he also has 2-3 scars from fighting.

He probably has piercings like his lip or eyebrow, maybe even his nose

His style is soo good, I picture him most likely wearing black, red, gray, white, or just any colors that go good with each other.

Along with the hat and wine collection, he also loves to collect shoes and gloves although he will continue to wear the same pair of shoes and gloves even if he has hundreds of them in different colors

Whenever he tries to put his hair in a ponytail he can NEVER get it right, it’s either too far up, too far back, not straight, or there’s a huge lump

His hands are so freaking nice, and they are literally bigger than dazais (this isn’t a headcanon this is true look it up)

Absolutely LOVESS music, In my opinion I think he listens to a lot of bands and hard rock. He is over 10 hours on Spotify and has playlists for different purposes

If he has a crush and they mention their favorite music artist or song he will go home and listen to that all day

Whenever a person betrays him I feel like he wouldn’t hate that person completely, he would still care about them but not as much as he used to

He likes hot showers especially if he is stressed out, he loves the feeling of it on his scalp

He has a few bottles of cologne but he wears one specific one most of the time, it’s like his signature smell

Since he is insecure about his appearance he wears like makeup like concealer on his scars and marks

He likes to invite some of the other pm members to the bar every Friday if he has free time

There was one time where he got so sad to the point where he didn’t want to do anything, he didn’t feel like getting out of bed, eating, or cleaning his room

He did really well in school, he didn’t have a big friend group he really only had 2-3 close friends and the rest were people he just talks too

Everyday before going to work he looks in the mirror and winks at himself and does random cringey poses

If he catches you staying up too late on your phone he will snatch it away from you and cuddle you to sleep

He likes to buy his friends things, like if they’re at a coffee shop then he will buy them something or pay for their coffee

He would genuinely love his significant other a lot, he’d call them when he has time to at work and text them just to check up on them

He sometimes takes a trip to the store after work to buy unnecessary snacks that he won’t eat

He REALLY cares about his hygiene, he always smells good even without cologne. You will never catch this man stinking

He has a few posters of dogs on his wall, when he was OBSESSED with dogs he bought a lapel pin with a brown chihuahua on it and he would wear it to work every single day

His sleep schedule is kind of messed up since of his work but it’s not as bad as Dazai’s

His body is soo AJAKSSHSJHS like his waist is snatched and his legs are muscular like omg😍

He either types with a bunch of emojis or is just dry, it depends on the person because he could be like “Ok!😜💕❤️😘😁☺️😍🥳🐒🦅🎣😍📝” or he could be like “k”. It depends on his mood and who he’s texting

On mondays he would telll himself that he only has to make to Friday (he’s been telling himself that for years, he honestly never makes it to Friday)

That’s all for now but I will most likely be adding more headcanons to this list :D

[littlemessyjessi]

"Guardian Snow Angel": A Holiday/Winter The Walking Dead Imagine: Daryl Dixon

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A Holiday/Winter The Walking Dead Imagine 

Daryl Dixon x Plus Size Reader, PS Reader, Reader Insert 

Use of Y/N because if I tarry too long on particular details ya’ll will not see it this season.   However, this is the base for a Daryl story that I haven’t decided whether or not to post.   But I did give ya’ll quite a lot of juicy tidbits so you can kinda get a feel for it.  Please lemme know what you think and if you’d like to see the story.  Moving on. 

Fem Identifying reader because, listen, I like women and I like writing women.   But also, bi panic.   Daryl is a dude (or at least it seems he’s mostly portrayed that way in the show.  Idk what his personal pronouns are.They could change.  We don’t know his inner thoughts and where his heart lies. ) Anyway, bi panic, bi needs.   I want both.  It’s fem identifying.  If you don’t like, that’s cool.  Feel free to scroll. 

Warnings:  Um, TWD? It’s a zombie apocalypse?  

Also, if you’re under 18…  get out.   Happy Holidays.  Have a great day.  Hope the best for you.  But get out.  Love you but git.  

…. 

The wind was biting. 

This was no ‘Jack Frost nipping at your nose’ situation. 

This was the kind of wind that didn’t just bite but rather sliced through you to the bone…. and Daryl was stuck out in the middle of it. 

He was on his own again. 

At times he preferred it and at times he hated it. 

This was one of the times where he hated it. 

The sound of hooves thundering against a snow covered frozen ground had him turning to squint through the blinding blizzard. 

“Are you alright down there?” 

Daryl had taken to hiding under a thick bit of brush to have at least some sort of shelter before he lost all of his limbs to frostbite. 

However, he turned to the sound of oncoming hooves and hadn’t at all expected to hear a voice from directly behind him. 

He whirled around at a rapid pace, drawing his arrow and aiming. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” said the moving mass of fur and antlers currently clouding most of his vision. 

His brows furrowed further, “What the?” 

A quick jerk of the head and the hood fell away to reveal the face of a woman, “Friend or foe?” 

“Uh, what?”  he asked, very, very aware of the tip of her spear pointed at his throat. 

“Friend?” she repeated with a tilt of her head one way.  

“Or foe?” she finished with a tilt the other way. 

“Neither?” he asked. 

“Good answer.” she grinned. 

“How is that a good answer?” he asked as she pulled back her spear… just a little. 

“Because it’s the true one for the most part.” she shrugged. “I hate when everyone says friend immediately.  Like, bitch.  We don’t know each other.  You might be someone who thinks dresses don’t need pockets in which case…. you are definitely my foe.” 

Daryl chuckled a bit despite the severity of the situation. 

“So, Neither.” she said.  “Here’s the deal.  Should you choose to stay out here, you’ll freeze to death and probably be eaten by that crafty little mountain lion who keeps trying to steal my rabbits.” 

Daryl made a mental note of the cougar… and the rabbits  to stay away from. 

“However, I would be willing to house you temporarily because let’s face it- it’ll bother my sleep tonight if I leave you out here to die.  And my sleep is rather important to me.  Can’t afford to sacrifice one morsel of it on account of a stray dude dicking around in a blizzard causing me nightmares.” she rambled. 

Daryl was just doing his best to keep up with this rambled thought process of hers but he had gathered she had  shelter from a blizzard and no matter what lay there… it seemed better than freezing to death… or being eaten by a wild animal. 

“Ok….” he said. 

“Ok, what?” she asked. 

“Ok, I’d be, uh, grateful for the help.” he said. 

“Oh!” she smiled.  “Great!” 

Then the world went dark because she smacked him over the head with her spear and knocked him out. 

He came too not terribly long after, hanging upside down over the back of some type of animal. 

It only took him a few moments to realize that it was a massive moose and he made to move. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” came that voice again.  “Best not to spook Sprinkles. He’s a bit jumpy sometimes.” 

“Sprinkles?” 

“Yes, Sprinkles.   He has little flecks on his nose.  So he looks like the cutest little cupcake… with sprinkles.” 

Daryl was suddenly regretting his decision. 

Maybe death by freezing would’ve been better. 

This poor woman seemed to have completely lost her mind. 

He got it. 

He understood. 

The world was what it was now and many, many, MANY people had completely cracked under the pressure of it. 

He wasn’t entirely sure he shouldn’t have taken his chances with being eaten alive by the cougar. 

Still wasn’t sure he might not be eaten alive anyway. 

There were some who had turned and some who had just turned insane. 

“Close your eyes or I’ll have to knock you out again.” she said. 

“What? Why?” he asked, trying to figure out where she was. 

“Because, I can’t very well let you know the location and see the entrance can I?” she asked.  “What if you have nefarious intentions?” 

“For fuck’s sake- I don’t have- hey! Don’t hit me again!” he said, catching the end of that spear and his eyes widening when he realized that that insane woman was literally leaning back against the antlers of that moose as if she was lounging in bed. 

Not sitting atop an enormous wild animal in the middle of a blizzard. 

“Well, close your eyes then.” she said, launching forward to where she was less than an inch from his face.  “Actually, I’ll need to blind fold you.” 

“Listen, maybe I’ll just-” 

“First of all, if you hop off now, you’ll spook Sprinkles.  She’ll kick you in a panic and you’ll die and be eaten by some critter.” she said. 

“Ok-” 

“Second, I’ve already told you, you’ll freeze to death in this weather.  I’m offering you shelter so you don’t freeze and then get eaten.  All I’m asking is a little anonymity.” she said. 

“Ok but-”  

“Third, you said you didn’t want me to knock you out so the other option is for me to blind fold you!” she said. 

“I’ll close my eyes. I’ll cover them with my hands.” he said and covered his eyes with his hands.  “Please, I have issues with the blind fold.” 

“Trauma?” she asked. 

He nodded. 

“That sucks. I’m sorry.” she said. “And sorry about the likely concussion.” 

“Yeah, that shit hurts.” he chuckled.  “You’re deadly with that thing.” 

“More than you know.” she said and grew silent. 

Daryl remained true to his word by keeping his hands over his eyes but he could FEEL her staring him down to make sure they stayed there. 

He wasn’t entirely sure how much time had passed but his teeth were chattering and his fingers were aching from the cold when suddenly she took hold of them. 

He jumped at the difference in temperature.  

“I’m just guiding you.  Keep your eyes closed but I’ll help you down and get you inside.” she said. 

“If you would just let me see I can get down myself.” 

“Do you want to freeze to death or not?” 

He sighed. 

“Look, dude.  We do this my way or you face the wilderness alone.  I’ve been burned before and I’m not doing it again.  God, my guardian angel, maybe it’s your guardian angel… something is telling me to keep your ass alive for the night at least.   Maybe it’s my conscience or the desire to not add any MORE nightmares to my nightly toss and turn tilt a whirl of terror. However, I am not about to risk whatever fraction of safety I’ve managed to procure here.   Either do it my way or I hit you with the stick and leave you in the fucking snow.” she ranted. 

Daryl recognized the hard edge to her voice. 

It was a bit of panic and, likely, exhausted that this was life now.  

He got it so he held his hands up in surrender but kept his eyes screwed shut. 

“Ok, we do it your way.” he said softly before adding.  “Thank you.” 

She took his hands again, helping him down and moving him forward. 

Hoof prints sounded behind him. 

“Uh…” 

“Don’t mind Sprinkles.  He knows where he goes and outside of an emergency he’d prefer if we don’t bother him  until morning.”  she said.  “Trust me. He has a lady friend around here somewhere and you do not want to see that.  When I say trust me, I mean trust me.  You need to add some trauma to your life? That’ll do it.” 

Daryl just nodded, a little unnerved by this woman but also becoming increasingly aware of the fact that he did need her. 

At least for the night. 

She was right. 

He would’ve frozen to death.  

The wind was nearly ripping him apart at the moment and then suddenly…. warmth. 

The kind of warmth where it was such a stark contrast to the raging wind that it almost hurt for a second before it turned to a blissful ebb of comfort.   

“Alright, you can open your eyes.” she said and he did,  revealing them to be inside a room. 

It was a strange thing with wood everywhere and with what seemed like an endless ceiling. 

“Is this?” he said, eyes narrowing at his surroundings. 

When they landed on the woman, her impish little smile confirmed his suspicions. 

“Keebler elves aren’t the only ones who learned to live in trees.” she teased and he couldn’t help but chuckle. 

That’s what he had thought. 

They were inside a tree. 

“The animals do it.” she shrugged.  

“The animals are covered in fur.” Daryl pointed out even though it did seem fairly well insulated. 

She lifted a brow and gestured to her attire. 

The massive furry covering draped over her, the boots wrapped in fur. 

To be honest, there wasn’t much of her that wasn’t covered in it.  

“You’re the one who decided to go out severely underdressed in the middle of a snowstorm.” she said pointedly. 

“Well, I hadn’t planned to be in the middle of a snowstorm.” he admitted. 

“No one really ever does.” she shrugged. “‘Cept me but I’m used to this weather.  Whenever you get ready to leave, I’ll give you some furs.  I’ve got some things that will fit you.” 

Daryl blinked at her kindness, “Thank you.” 

She nodded and waved him on, “Come on.  Let’s get you thawed out and get some food in your belly. I’m sure you’re hungry.” 

“Starving.” he admitted. 

“Well, that’s good because there’s plenty.” she said.  “Follow me.” 

Daryl followed this wacky woman deeper and deeper down into what he could only assume was the earth beneath his old tree until it was so warm that he actually began to sweat. 

When they finally cleared the dim lighting of her tunnel systems he was almost blinded by the glow of firelight.

“Y/N, that you?” came a voice in the distance and it was then that Daryl noticed a rocking chair in front of that fire.   

“Yes, Auntie.  It’s me.” the woman, Y/N, answered.  “I’ve brought a traveller as well.” 

“You hid the way?” the older woman asked. 

“Yep.” Y/N said, shucking her giant fur coverings and making Daryl do a bit of a double take at her soft, squishy shape.  

‘That’s pretty.’ he thought to himself.

“He might have a concussion though.” Y/N admitted.  “I may have rattled his brains like Rafiki the baboon from the Lion King movie.  Remember that one?” 

“What do you mean do I remember that one, you little brat?” the woman said, finally turning to reveal silver hair twisted into braids.   “You nearly drove me insane with that movie when you were little.” 

Y/N grinned and turned to Daryl, “This is Auntie.  Just call her Auntie.  She gets a bit testy about the word ‘ma’am’ and it’s no use to even ask for her name because if you try to say Miss anything, she’ll whack you with that cane.” 

“So you come by the whole smacking people with sticks things honestly then?” he teased. 

She grinned at him, “Well, truthfully Auntie and I aren’t blood related.” 

“I think that only made it worse.” Auntie said from her chair. 

“Why?” Daryl asked out of curiosity. 

“Her mother and I were best friends.” Auntie said. 

“Call it what it was, ya’ll were gay for each other.” Y/N said, taking her boots off. 

She was less concerned with finding Daryl a blanket since he was literally sweating in front of the fire and more concerned with getting all her layers off before she overheated. 

Auntie narrowed her eyes at Y/N, “It was a different time.” 

“It was the 90s.” Y/N said. 

“A different time!” Auntie said and threw her slipper at the woman. “Believe it or not, it still wasn’t very accepted even before the whole world descended into the end of times, young lady.  And it had less to do with the time really and more to do with the location.  Parts of the south didn’t take too kindly to it and more specifically the part that she and I lived in was small, racist, homophobic and generally terrible.  All for about fifteen people or so.  Those fifteen were angels but they suffered in that hell hole just as much as we did.” 

“I’m sorry, Auntie.” Y/N said, tending to the large pot swinging over the fire. “I didn’t mean to offend you.  I was just teasing.” 

“I know.  I’m just a bit sensitive today.  The storm hurts my bones.  I hate that I sound like my mother when I say that but it’s true.  It suddenly explains why that demon of a woman was so cranky all the time.  Her shit hurt.” 

Daryl couldn’t help but laugh. 

“What is your name?” Auntie asked.

“Oh, shit. I didn’t even ask that.” Y/N chuckled before handing over a bowl of stew with rich deep spices that smelled heavily. 

“It’s Daryl.” he answered Auntie before nodding to Y/N.  “Thank you.” 

Y/N returned the nod but it was Auntie that spoke, “Well, Daryl, to answer your earlier question as to why it’s worse…. because that little brat has the face of the woman who I was very much in love with… but the attitude of myself.   My mother always said she hoped I had a child that was exactly like me so I paid for my raisin.   I didn’t even carry that one and, I’ll be if my mother didn’t get exactly what she said.” 

The three of them chuckled but Y/N spoke, “I don’t mind that though.  I miss mama but I can see her in the mirror and I think having your attitude is a pretty good thing.   You’re a tough bird and you teach me every day. Besides, mama used to tell me that an attitude and a spirit were two sides of one coin and that she became a rich woman the moment she fell in love with you.” 

Auntie sniffled, too proud to let them see her tears. 

“That mushy shit you get from her though.” she said. 

Daryl and Y/N nearly choked on their laughter… and the stew. 

“What is this?” he asked, scraping up the last of his bowl. 

“Auntie’s pozole.” she responded. “Here, gimme your bowl and have some more.” 

Daryl didn’t argue when she ladeled him out another portion and fully prepared to tuck in when Auntie laid a hand on his arm. 

“Y/N, the lime.” Auntie said. 

“You have limes? In this weather?” Daryl asked in shock. 

“Lime powder.” Auntie said. “Oh about three or four years ago when we were travelling, we’d yet to find our home yet and the little brat over there decided to go on a raid.   I told her there was no way she’d find anything after all this time.  Everything had been looted for years and there just wasn’t anything to be had.” 

“But I had a hunch!” Y/N called from out of sight, making Daryl smile in amusement.  

“Yes, she had a hunch.” Auntie said, rolling her eyes with a fond smile, “That she gets from her mother as well.  The stubborn ass arguing that came when I told her not to and it was useless … Well, that’s all me.” 

Daryl couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Anyway, I tell her it’s useless.  She swears it’s not.” 

“And it wasn’t!” came that voice again. 

“I forbid her to go and realized the moment I said those words, I had just carved it in stone that she WOULD be going no matter what.  Every time my mother forbade me to do something, I nearly killed myself making sure I did it so when I said it and I saw that look in her eye…. I knew I better just hug her tight because she was going no matter what.” Auntie said.  “Scared me to death.  I worried for hours.  I mean, in these times.  It was just the two of us and I feared-” 

Y/N came back around the corner, “Auntie, it all worked out alright.” 

There was an apologetic look on her face as she added some spices to Auntie’s bowl. 

There was a ghost of a memory on her face that told Daryl that the two of them had probably butted heads a lot over the years and maybe sometimes that hadn’t ended up so well. 

It caused a ghost of a memory to pass over his own features when he thought of his brother, Merle. 

She settled down on the floor between the two chairs.

“Oh, shit.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to take your seat.” he said, getting up. “Here, I-” 

“Sit down, Daryl.” Auntie said, waving him off.  “There are other chairs if we need one.  She’d rather sit on the floor anyway.  She’s weird.” 

“Hey!” 

“You are!” 

“Mama sat on the floor all the time.” 

“Yeah and she was weird too.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, giving this one up as she handed a container to Daryl, “It’s lime powder so be gentle because it’s a lot more potent this way but a little makes a huge difference if you want to try.” 

“Here.” he said, holding out the bowl. “You do it.” 

She gave him a smile and a little sprinkle before settling back down. 

“However, weird as I may be, I would like to point out that I was not wrong about my hunch that time and we are still benefiting from it to this day.” Y/N said, happily tucking into her meal and grinning when she saw Daryl’s eyes widen the moment the lime hit him. “Good isn’t it?” 

“Amazing.” he said.  

“It really is.” Auntie said.  “And I do have to thank the little brat for it.” 

“What did you find exactly?  I mean, was it just lime powder?” he asked. 

Auntie shook her head, “No, this kid comes back to our hideout with six duffle bags strapped to her.” 

“What?” he laughed. 

“Yeah, cutest little pack mule I’d ever seen.” Auntie said. 

“Hey!” said Y/N, a bit disgruntled at being called a mule. 

“I don’t even know how she moved with the way she had them on her so it’s still a mystery to me as to how she walked and managed to evade the undead.” Auntie said. 

“Talent.” Y/N grinned, obviously proud of herself. 

Auntie and Daryl laughed at the sheer cheek of her. 

“In reality, it was sheer determination.  I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had fresh limes and I thought, I’m taking this back if it kills me.  Almost did when I nearly choked myself to death with one of the bag straps.” 

Daryl couldn’t help it.  

He cracked at the image of that and burst into laughter. 

“Oh my God.” he laughed. 

“Yeah, that’s what I said too because I was sure I was about to see him in about 3.5 seconds if I couldn’t get that thing off me.  Luckily, Jesus loves me and let me take my limes home. Probably because he did not want to listen to the amount of complaining I would do if I got to heaven and realized that I choked to death on a bag strap… and didn’t even get to enjoy the limes.” she said. 

Auntie shook her head with a smile on her lips. 

“And where exactly did you find these limes?” Daryl asked out of curiosity.  “I figured anything in a grocery store would’ve been long gone by that point.” 

“Oh, it was and I had no intentions of going in those anyway.  The undead tend to lurk there.  I guess it’s kind of like a baited trap.” she said. 

There was a moment of silence between the three of them as they acknowledged the reality of that statement. 

“But I didn’t find them there.  I found them in an abandoned garden nursery.  I went in thinking maybe there might be some stray tools or seeds.  Which there were, mind you.  Another hunch proven right.” she sassed. “But what I didn’t expect was that there would still be a usable green house back there.  It was overgrown but there were lime trees in there out your ass and as luck would have it, they were ripe and ready to be picked.  So I damn well did.” 

“She definitely did.” Auntie said, patting the top of the woman’s head fondly.  “Five bags full of limes and one stuffed with seed packets and peppers.”

“It’s was great.” Y/N said.  “I felt like I won the lottery.  I went shopping, didn’t cost me a thing.  See, Auntie.  Jesus loves me.  My guardian angel might be tired of my ass but Jesus? That guy? He loves me.”  

Daryl couldn’t help but smile. 

It was curious to him how she still seemed to keep her faith in the world that they lived in… but it was something that looked absolutely beautiful on her.  

“Or maybe it’s because he’s got a sense of humor and he thought it would be hilarious to watch me waddle back with six duffle bags strapped to me all the while I tried to act like Ethan Hunt in Mission Impossible.   Let me assure you, Daryl, I was not as graceful as Mr. Tom Cruise.   I looked like a sassy penguin at best.” she said.  “Either way.   God still led me to the limes and that is a very good thing in my book.  Thank you, Lord, for this delicious bowl of awesome which I am currently enjoying.  I ask that you continue to bless me to be your funky little creation.  Love you, man.  ‘ppreciate you, lord.  You da man.” 

“If that offended you, try not to take it personal.” Auntie said. “She’s not being silly or making a joke.  That’s just who she is and that’s just how she talks to God.” 

“Hey, I’m not judging.” Daryl shrugged. “I’ve never been huge into it myself but the times I have I always thought you were just supposed to talk to him like he was your friend, right?” 

“Yup.” Y/N said.  “God is your homie.  Believe that.” 

“It can be hard sometimes.” he admitted, thinking back at all the people he’d lost. 

“God didn’t do this to the earth.” Auntie said.  “It came from evil.   God knew it would happen, of course and we don’t understand why he works in the way he does but he does.  I had to accept that when her mama passed.” 

Daryl just nodded.  

It seemed hollow to say ‘I’m sorry’ anymore. 

Everyone had lost someone to this and to say it now just felt cheap at times. 

“Mama didn’t turn or anything.” Y/N said.  “She had cancer.  God called her home before all this started.” 

“That’s why I believe in God.” Auntie said. “Her mother was the purest spirit there was and I never could understand why she had to go.  With cancer?  And it was so sudden.  She was fine one day, the next she passed out and then we’re headed to the hospital and the doctors say she’s got a month, maybe two.” 

Daryl didn’t even know how to respond but he didn’t have to. 

Auntie continued, “She made it three and then she died.  She was at home with us.  We gave her a beautiful funeral, laid her to rest and then the world ended.   I thank God every day that he took her because I know what would’ve happened to her.   With her kind spirit?  She’d have been turned or worse right off the bat.” 

“Mama worked at a nursing home until she got sick.” Y/N said, answering Daryl’s unasked question. 

Realization dawned on him. 

He remembered all too well. 

The hospitals. 

The nursing homes. 

Those were awful and heartbreaking and soul crushing. 

“She never would’ve left them.” Auntie said.  “If she didn’t get turned it would’ve been because she would been eaten al-” 

“Auntie-” 

“I’m alright.  Help me to bed, sweetheart.  You two stay awake as long as you like and you get him fixed up, Y/N. But I’m tired and my leg is killing me.  I need to lay down.” 

Daryl was quiet as Y/N led Auntie to another room. 

She appeared again once more to retrieve a pipe and a small pot of herbs before disappearing again. 

The scent of lavender and mint permeated the air as Y/N moved back into the room. 

“She’ll be alright.  It’s the what ifs that get her sometimes.” she said with a shrug. 

Daryl nodded, “I get it.” 

“Well, are you still hungry? There’s plenty more.” she said gesturing to the pot still simmering over the fire. 

“No. I’m full.” he said and patted his stomach. “Thank you.  Where should I…?” 

She looked to the bowl in his hand after he had trailed off, “Oh, I’ll take it.”

“Please.” he said. “At least let me help.” 

She shrugged with an amused smile and let him follow her as she moved to the other room, “It’s just three bowls.” 

“And three spoons.” he said. 

“I’m not even going to wash them tonight.” she said.  “I don’t want to bring more water to boil.  Just gonna rinse them off until morning.” 

“Still.” he said and moved up to rinse them. 

He plunged his hands into the tub not at all expecting it to be as icy cold as it was. 

“Little cold?” Y/N asked. 

“Fuck yeah.” he said, yanking them out and happily accepting the rag she offered him. 

She giggled, “Go sit down by the fire and I’ll bring you something to drink.  Do you like tea?” 

“I’m not a picky person.” he shrugged. 

She snorted, “Alright.  Well, we’ll have some tea and then I’ll show you where you’ll sleep.” 

He nodded, “Thanks again.” 

“Thank Jesus.” she shrugged. “I was just out checking the rabbit traps.  He’s the one that sent your Guardian Angel.  I’m sure they’re the one that caused me to follow the footprints.” 

Daryl said nothing as he waited but he did say thank you to God because when she returned and her face was lit by firelight… he thought to himself. 

‘Maybe I do believe. Angels must be real because God definitely sent me a Guardian Snow Angel today.’ 

……..

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Hope ya’ll are having a great day! 

Love you. 

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[marcmorrigan]

finally delivering on the princess tutu headshots i promised... love these dysfunctional teens 🩰💖💕

LOTS of notes about headcanons/design choices under the cut! like. a lot. dont say i didnt warn you

starting with my specialest guy fakir:

i had a suuuper clear vision for fakir, and i couldnt be happier with how he turned out, he looks exactly how i imagine him! trying to translate his Bird-Shaped Hair into my style gave me SERIOUS homestuck flashbacks. my affinity for knights with Problems knows no bounds...

adding the hyperpigmentation around his eyes and his acne scars is what really solidified this for me-- i put those in and was like oh!!! there you are!!! my boy!!! and you can tell because i gave him acne scars + thick eyebrows that he IS my boy... there are very clear trends among my headcanons for my faves lol. big noses, thick eyebrows, skin imperfections, heavy eyebags, long dark hair... and fakir truly has it all 😤 he is so Ideal Character Design to me

i think fakir is actually pretty self-conscious about his appearance tho! we see characters like pike and lilie say hes handsome to ahiru, but i dont know how often he actually hears that? and im sure its hard not to compare himself to mytho, who is straight out of a fairy tale; being a regular teenager dealing with regular teen body stuff is hard enough without your roommate being a magically beautiful eternally youthful storybook hero. i think he probably internalises more that people see him as scary and angry, and that the girls who do have crushes on him always frame it in contrast to mytho, who is Good and Kind and Handsome, implying (or sometimes outright stating!) that fakir is Bad and Mean and... Well...

fakir is very sensitive but quiet about it, so i think its a very private point of self-consciousness. i think he puts a lot of semi-secret effort into his appearance; canonically he has a lot of very funny and clearly customised clothing, and he chooses to keep his hair long and in a very particular style (i have a whole breakdown in my mind of how he achieves that style and it involves a surprising amount of pins and an unsurprising fuckton of teasing. i think his hair is a little fried from heat damage!), and i think that probably extends to other things, too, like manicuring his eyebrows and doing a lot of very Teenage Skincare that doesnt actually help his acne much lol. i think he probably has a lot of self-injurious habits and BFRBs like skin picking and chewing, mostly at his acne and around his nails (both of which he hates, because he knows he shouldnt but does it anyway). i think if he does it enough that theres noticeable evidence it feels, like, world-ending for him, ESPECIALLY if anyone asks what happened lol. do not perceive him except in the very specific ways and contexts he approves of THANKS

on to the narratives favorite princess, mytho:

again, i had a pretty clear idea of the vibe i wanted mytho to have going into this-- i want him to have, like, extreme prince charming vibes, very Classically Handsome without necessarily being 'conventional.' i thought a lot about 'the happy prince' story while i was working on this, and really wanted him to look like a cross between how the prince statue looks in my head and a porcelain doll. and also a cross between jonny brown and brigitte bardot? lots of very direct influences for him lol. so! lots of gold tones, gemmy eye color, cute little tooth gap, quivering wide-eyed thousand-yard-stare doe eyes and big ol dolly anime lashes, which were the very last thing i added because i was NERVOUS about pulling those off lol. they turned out cute tho! ive only done a handful of pieces for this series and i can already tell princess tutu is gonna make me up my lash drawing game considerably, these kids all look like they blink and cause a hurricane from the gale force wind of their falsies

also wait i lied the very last thing i did was add his freckles/beauty marks because he needed that little extra oomph and those were It. i think he probably has some on his hands/wrists too 💕

i was a little unsure if my idea for his hair would translate with this flat-color approach but im pretty happy with it! its supposed to be afrotextured hair (somewhere between 3b and 4c i think? wide range of potential i knowww but im still kind of hammering out my headcanons okay, this is exploratory lol) thats been rolled and finger-styled into his little feather shapes. i think loose, chunky twists would be another fun way to interpret his hair and twists are one of my fave styles to draw do i might draw him like that at some point too...

i guess fakir is the one who styles his hair for him before mytho gets his heart back? i imagine fakir is pretty meticulous about maintaining mythos health and appearance, even at the worst stages of their relationship. i think itd be hard for fakir to frame the way he treats mytho as For Mythos Sake if he wasnt doing some level of actually beneficial care for him, so being really fastidious about things like mythos diet and sleep hygiene and hair care and such gives fakir an outlet for his 'you just have to do what i tell you' thing that helps him convince himself it really is helping, no really, hes doing this for mythos benefit and he just has to be strict with him because mytho doesnt UNDERSTAND he needs PROTECTING and fakir is the ONLY ONE who can do it so mytho HAS to let him because if he doesnt then why does fakir even EXIST, if he cant manage this then what is he good for, and--

yknow. the usual complexes. and their relationship is so complex!!! but also so simple, but like. in a good way. fakirs behavior is complicated but his motivation regarding mytho is SO straightforward which makes that downward spiral into harm really easy to map out... i wont go much into that in this post since this is about visual/appearance-related headcanons but just. augh. i love this show and i love these characters!!! and i hope its apparent in my work that i do love them so <3

im hoping to do a set of these for the girls next!!! i have some other stuff to finish first but hopefully... Soon... Some Birds...

[lostmysockies]

𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙘𝙨 (bc I can)

this is just what I think guys don’t fight me if I give him smthn y’all don’t like 😔

ART CREDITS TO @ijustwannahavefunn

• Dyes his hair black every once in a while. (Why? Once he saw his brown hair coming back and freaked out.)

• Anemic (if you do not know what Anemia is Google it.)

• Watches my little pony (strictly friendship is magic)

• Monster energy addict and atleast has three to four cans a day.

• Man likes pickup trucks, specially Ram though.

• Read the Warriors series in order but denies knowing anything about them

• Greek mythology nerd but will never admit it

• He has random plastic water bottles scattered all over his room.

• He loves nu-metal, his favorite band is Slipknot he seems like a slipknot guy does he not?

• Likes Treaty Oak Revival

• 5’10 but will tell you he’s 6 foot

• 25 years old

• He didn’t fully cut through his cheeks so there’s nasty scars that he reopens every once in awhile

• Definitely owns vapes and definitely a stoner

• Picks on Toby

• His best friend is Smile dog (Dog is a man’s best friend)

• He lets smile sleep in his room and has a bed and blanket for him but would rather have Smile sleep in bed with him (who doesn’t love to have their dogs with them?)

• Casually calls Smile his baby

• Definitely into the 2000’s emo style

• Doesn’t have sheets on his bed he claims they “make him heat up”

•Band posters all over his room

• Bisexual

• My dude yells slurs just for fun..

• Surprisingly showers often

• His ears are littered in piercings he either did himself or had Eyeless Jack do for him.

•Also has spider bites, eyebrow piercing, and a nose stud

• Put on guy liner and eye shadow

• For his sake he has eyelids (unless you want him to carry around eye drops 24/7)

• Burns and scars up and down his arms and neck

• favorite animal is a shark

• He’s def narcissistic

• Somewhat distant

• scary ahh blue eyes

• His favorite pony is Rainbow Dash cause he thinks they act alike

• misses his brother but would never admit it

• Has up a thick veil of bravery

• His hair comes down to his shoulder blades

• paints his nails black

• only wears stainless steel jewelry

• only uses a lamp in his room for light, if someone turns on the light in the ceiling he hissed and screeches “the big light”

• Satanist or Atheist (he hasn’t decided yet)

• Has a southern drawl when he yells

• He has intermittent explosive disorder.

• he likes spoof horror movies

• Owns a pair of black Durango cowboy boots but rarely ever wears them

• doesn’t like candles and will blow them out if he see’s them

• Can’t hear shit, you could be talking to him and he’d say “huh.”

• He has insomnia

• Knows a bit of French, probably only how to say yes and no

• 100% destroys his ears with how loudly he listens to music

• Draws out his feelings and keeps them in a sketchbook in his mattress.

• His bedroom door is always closed no matter what.

• This man SHEDS and I mean SHEDS, he could take a shower and there’ll be black hair on the walls and shower curtain.

• wears cologne a lot

• has dog tags around his neck.

THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF 😭😭 RAHHHHHHHH I’m going to sleep 😖 I love yalls good night/day ..

[dustdeepsea]

I decided to redraw an older image to round up the end of the year. Here's Dammon, my first BG3 crush :)

There's about a year between these two drawings. (I've removed the gradient map colour effect from the piece to compare the lineart and shading.) I talk a bit about my learnings and progress below the cut!

Here's the reference image, courtesy of @captainsigge

Caveat that I'm just a hobbyist, trying to document what worked for me:

Seeing shapes: I've been training myself to notice the planes of the face better and not "flatten" faces. Unfortunately, the only way I know how do this is to keep drawing and re-checking your images. It helps to have a blorbo you love to to keep redrawing :)

Draw what you see, not shorthand: A tendency in manga (where I started) is to stylise the features excessively. I'm probably going to keep drawing hair like this for a long while, but I've worked actively to break myself out of the typical conventions for eyes, noses and lips. And there are going to be a few weird transitional phases in between as you figure it out. (Dammon definitely was one of them.) Looking at the reference picture you can see that although he's handsome, he doesn't have typical "anime" proportions at all and I was trying to force him into them - big eyes, sharp chin, high cheekbones, big hair. BG3 was a great series to practice from because the features lean fairly realistic in proportions, with lots of skin texture.

Brushes: Good brushes that work for your style can do a lot of heavy lifting. In the old picture (left) I'm using a brush that mimics a pencil that adds a lot of texture. In the newer one I'm using a combination of smudgy/smooth brushes and textured charcoal ones. That said, brushes are not a substitute for plain old practice. (My favourites are Jama Jurabaev's brushes for Infinite Painter.)

Values: In both pieces I've used a toned colour layer to mimic skin in both images and then added shadow, but the older one looks significantly flatter and starker than the other. I find get a better range of values by adding a light wash to shading the "skin parts" first, and then erasing to add highlights. Sketching in a colour that's not pure black is stylistic choice, but I could add more tones by using a darker, less saturated pencil as well. The more tones, the more dynamic and interesting the image (that's why we love to bump up the contrast on photo filters).

Lighting: I suck at consistent lighting, and this is something I still struggle with. Similar to seeing shapes, it helps to practice and add shadows where they actually exist, instead of free-styling them.

Overall, I'm happy with the progress over one year with a moderate amount of practice :)

[candycorncremator]

Unfortunately lower visual quality than I wanted be because Tumblr only allows 10 images so I smushed them into three canvases instead of two post. Anyway beta trolls Headcanon and some thoughts below the cut.

Aradia

Aradia is the design I probably have the most experience drawing of the beta trolls purely because of how many zines I’ve drawn her in the last year. I like thinking of her hair similar to Pinkie Pies’ in g4 of mlp, where it’s very curly bouncy in her alive and godtiered forms but straightens out more when she’s ghosting up the place and in Aradia-bot form. I didn’t realize until a recent zine I had been drawing her horns ways too low for comic accuracy but I am a creature of habit so I keep drawing them like that.

Tavros

I’ve grown to love this kid because of my recent reread but I do not like drawing them. Between the Mohawk and the long, straight horns, I don’t care to draw their most important traits so he unfortunately only gets drawn in these group drawings. As for the one ear being pierced, it’s kinda a reference to cow tags but also I think it just fits them.

Sollux

Sollux a pretty easy character to design. I just have to imagine a greasy nerd kid growing up too fast for him to put on weight, add his troll bits and voila. The snake bites are definitely a hold over from the humanstuck I made for him last year but I think it just kinda add to his whole vibe. The undershirt comes from someone who also sits in a hot-ass room most of my days and will wears a second layer so leaving the room won’t feel like stepping out into a frozen wasteland.

Karkat

Karkat for me has always been short and stout guy. Other than that most of his facial features are taken from me, being someone who also over exaggerates their faces and nearly always is squinting a little.

Nepeta

Between all my designs of Nepeta the only thing that ever changes with any consistency is her hair. Like giving her cleft lip scar because I gave it to my fan-descendent of her and it’s cute.

Kanaya

Like two months ago I saw a post on here saying give that girl a nose (in reference to Kanaya) and it was the single most true HC I have ever seen. I also like completely throw out any references I have of her when I draw her hair because I think she should have 1930’s waves and curls. I typically only have to draw the super simple eyes so the only thing I had to change was giving her actual eyes.

Terezi

Got pretty comic accurate but probably would erase some of the chin to imply she’s fat a little better if I wasn’t doing this more rigid style.

Vriska

Also pretty comic accurate with the exception of the snake bites which is probably because I don’t draw her a lot and I don’t think about her much enough looks wise to have any specific head canons.

Equius

Goodness his hair gave me a struggle, kept on looking like a balding metal head until I added the pushed back stuff. Also returned back to drawing pseudo animal ears by giving him horse ears only angle to better fit a humanoid head.

Gamzee

I hate their make-up but every thing else about drawing them is a dream; goat ears, not straight hair, simple horns, silly little guy. What more could I ask for.

Eridan

And I’m almost done but unfortunately this doofus is next and requires the most detailed bust even in canon. Due to drawing them in this year’s 413 countdown I know how I like styling their hair and fins so I basically just chop the hair up since this is suppose to be during comic hcs and then follow their canon and Pesterquest designs with a few added features and boom. I was drawing everyone with the dark grey lips but I forgot for Eridan so I’ll just say they use concealer on their lips.

Feferi

Yippee! Back to ignoring canon and just giving her the biggest eyes on account of her glasses and cute piercings. I originally based her fins off of lion fish fins but they’re definitely more based off of betta ventral fin now.

[gayleafpool]

Hit me with some Hugo and/or Varian headcanons

u got it boss

hugo:

-his nose is crooked from being broken and then not healing properly like 3 different times

-his vision is ASS im talking like running into walls without them. velma where are my glasses type of shit. what a loser

-has a habit of hiding injuries or illness bc he doesn’t want to show weakness or vulnerability

-has a really hard time accepting help from people bc he doesn’t wanna feel like he owes anybody anything

-he likes animals but the idea of being responsible for keeping a little creature alive stresses him out so he built olivia

-doesn’t actually know how to dance but knows how to fake it from sneaking into so many royal parties and events for various jobs and trying to blend in w the crowd. like he just makes up steps as he goes and it’s never an actual real dance that exists but he just pretends he knows what he’s doing and people buy it. this actually applies to a lot of things he does. fake it till u make it babey

-he did all of his own piercings

-he never uses those spiky googles he has bc they don’t fit over his glasses and he can’t take the glasses off bc then he can’t see. he has no idea why he still has the googles. none of us know. what is wrong w him

varian:

-if he actually went and saw a therapist he’d be diagnosed with bpd two seconds after stepping into the room

-short king. srry but that guy is never surpassing 5’3

-uhhhh prison was shall we say not a good time for him

-likes to write about things he did in a day or thoughts he has w little drawings to go along w the thoughts. it would read kinda like the journal mae from nitw has. just a bunch of goofy ass things

-i think he’d be super into learning new languages and would pick them up really fast. he probably can speak like 4 languages at least

-type of guy to chew on pens and then accidentally bite it so hard the ink explodes everywhere

-major sweet tooth he loves sugary stuff

[petarabbit2]

Realistic Ace Trappola + Headcanons

Ace headcanons + realistic artwork done with Art Breeder and edited in Clip Art Studio:

Okay so getting straight into it, this is my first post about my headcanons and realistic versions of twisted wonderland characters and the first one being introduced is *drumroll* Ace Trappola! Ace fans, you eating good tonight my chickies (that sounds so weird if u dont think of chickens right away LMFAO).

Sidenote: When headcanoning Ace and all my other characters, I take both factual and some of my personal thoughts/beliefs of the character to construct my headcanons.

So for Ace, its evident that I gave him acne due to reasoning such as his diet (fav food being cherry pie and mentioning his liking towards burgers) plus he is literally a teen boy that also has no women in his life and stereotypically the mother is the one to bring up looks as an issue, so without this Ace probably would have never gotten the right treatment for his acne. 

He’s already a red head so I added on that by giving him freckles. Also, it's known that redheads are more prone to acne, so another note as to why I gave him acne.

For his features for a realistic rendition, I went with a heart shaped face (because Ace’s card suit is hearts) but his widow's peak is hidden beneath his bangs. He has a snub nose shape which is quite round and slightly upturned. He has thicker eyebrows cause we all know bro don’t give a shit about his appearance.

For his hair I went wild, it's extremely fluffy, a bit curly and like shoulder length when wet. Bro has had like two haircuts his whole life and probably smells foul. I also tried to keep to the original style pretty closely without it looking really weird like bro came straight out of an anime. 

I didn't draw the bodies for any of them but Ace is more lanky with long legs and a rectangular body shape, but he has pretty big feet and hands.

Yeah and he's got a light British accent gang I’m sorry 😭 – he uses slang often as well.

Without & With Face Makeup:

Personality and backstory headcanons + a bit of character analysis:

Okay so Ace is one of the very first characters we meet in the game and a good one at that, a lot of people just put him in the category of “dumb friend with one brain cell”, and yes that's kinda true but every person had a reason to be the way they are due to personal experiences. We know in canon that Ace has always lived with his father and older brother but due to the literally no backstory on his mum, I’m saying his parents are divorced which he has much more time with his dad, also by his mannerism being so straight to the point and not sugar coated, this could be due to him being raised in an only male household. Which could also hint to why he “didn't feel committed” to his former relationship in middle school, he was so new to this type of love and got scared. After all he is just a teen, cut my boy some slack. (#1 Ace defender) 

Due to this relationship with his mother and seeing how his parents fell out of love, fought or similar, he’s very bad with women which is why he has only male friends. The only way he would have a girlfriend (or woman friend) is if they were not sensitive to his zero-filter way of speaking and even tell him off for it. (not me doing this since my yuusona is a girl 💀)

It's still mentioned that the whole family gets together around holidays (although this could possibly just mean his grandma and such and not the mothers side) so maybe the divorce wasn't messy and they just didn't love each other anymore, which happens all the time with quick relationships.

Ace is also pretty immature and not into deep and emotional conversations which is common with teen boys (especially around his age group). So not trying to hate, but all those scenarios made up with him comforting the reader and helping them feel better, in reality, he probably wouldn’t have gotten why you're so sad and not really know how to comfort you. Which is completely fine! He's not fully grown in body or mind and people need to accept this.

He definitely makes your mum jokes and sex jokes, bro cannot stop himself laughing when a teacher says anything sex related. He's highly competitive and will sulk if he loses a basketball game or bet with a friend.

Also despite being not very empathetic (not on purpose though), he appreciates the little things. For example, he’d appreciate you remembering his birthday or always having a spare pencil for him in class as you know he always loses his. He really appreciates those friends and even though he lacks in some areas, he will always protect them and stay by their side no matter what.

In conclusion, he's just some teen boy who's still learning about life and people. I had a lot of fun making the realistic design and giving him more depth as a character and I'll be doing this for the rest of the cast and after that maybe side characters?? Only if you guys want it though, I’ll also one day release my yuusona 😞. (she’s my queen get ready yall (hi i’m the 10/10 editor and assistant 😋)) (together, we are big brain)

My editor/assistant cause I can’t grammar or spell to save my life: @cyb3rpnnk 

SIDENOTE: DO NOT REPOST MY REALISTIC RENDITION OF ACE OR ANY OTHER CHARCTER I DO AS YOUR OWN. EVEN THOUGH THE BASE WAS MADE WITH AI IT IS STILL MY CREATION!

However you are permitied to use my headcanoing as your own for art or stories or whatever, just not my realistic rendition.

Hope you enjoyed my take on realistic Ace and my headcanoning!

[marshmellopie]

YOU THERE

Give me your spamton headcanons! Any kind!

loki i love you so much you don't know how much i've been wanting to share my headcanons oh my GOD [scans over my 20+ page headcanon doc]

putting it under the cut because it's a lot of random stuff, i didn't categorize anything so there might be whiplash between everything:

– Five feet tall, previously 5'10 when he was still an Addison. I made Puppet Spam was 4'5 for the longest time, but I decided to say fuck it and make him taller. Still short in terms of Cyber City residents though, I like to imagine normal Addisons are around 6ft.

– I sometimes forget to draw it and I can't really animate it consistently, but his knuckles are constantly bruised because he keeps punching things whenever he's angry. Experiences really severe temper tantrums/outbursts and usually resorts to violence.

– Do not touch his fucking hair if he doesn’t know you. He’ll legitimately plan your murder if you cut any of it off– and that’s not a hyperbole. He can’t grow it back and his hair is his pride and joy, so he will genuinely track you down and rip your goddamn soul out of your chest. It's also permanently black (besides the grey but that's from stress), he changed his coding when he was famous to have black hair. Could've been reversible, but some things kinda stuck after he fucked himself up and became a doll.

– Weird mixture of Addison and mannequin. Mysteriously fell incredibly ill with a virus that was destroying his coding after his phone went dead silent, and became desperate to the point of converting his remaining data into an inanimate object. Kind of like converting a PDF into a JPEG with the compressed quality and all. Kinda iffy with this one and not really canon-inspired, I swap between him gradually and suddenly turning into a puppet. Used to base it off the Acid Theory but I'm tryna be creative sjfkdsjf he did probably fall in/get pushed a few times but it didn't burn him to the point of no return, it definitely stung though

– Blurry vision in both eyes because he had the audacity to peek into the Shadow Crystal multiple times. Hacked his glasses to somewhat correct it, but it only works to a certain extent.

– Talks through a voice box. He really doesn't need to move his mouth at all to speak and has limited range of motion (he can't close his mouth all the way and has no tongue), but he tries to purely out of habit.

– gayest man in cyber city

– Eats basically anything. From spaghetti-code to cardboard, his body is kind of forced to digest all of it, but it obviously hurts him if it's not supposed to be eaten.

– Sometimes doesn't recognize his own reflection.

– Riddled with viruses for so long that he probably wouldn't ever be able to get rid of them. He could probably minimize them if he got treatment, but only to an extent. They're a permanent part of him now.

– His nose is simultaneously the strongest and weakest part of his body. Either pierces through metal or bends like a bendy straw depending on if you throw him or just lightly poke it.

– Terrifyingly amazing aim. Can throw a pipis at a specific target without much thought. His pipis explode.

– Calmed down a bit as the years went on (because he lost hope LMAO), which isn't saying much considering he's still extremely rabid. Was extremely volatile when he first decided to give up the good life and live in the dumpster. Frequently tried to break into the mansion, probably stole a few cars, mugged a few Plugboys, picked fights with other malware on the streets. He still continues to do these things, of course, but to a lesser degree.

– Spiteful cunt. Wrong him once and he'll never forget your name. Rarely apologizes even if he's in the wrong.

– Can't say names properly unless he's being completely serious.

– Upholds his end of most deals, but words himself carefully so that if what he has to bring to the table isn't up to par with what the other person asked of him (which is 99% of the time), he can easily swindle his way out of it. No refunds on the sword. It's broken? I told you that. Cut anything, two pieces. You heard me clearly, and you obviously had no qualms with it from what I could tell. (Except he'd say that in a really fucked up and more condescending way.)

– Constantly hears static, but it grows and fades depending on his mood.

– Laughs at the most inconvenient times. Someone's threatening him? He'll chuckle. He's nervous? A little giggle. He just received some devastating news? Roaring laughter.

– Very unreliable narrator and storyteller. Tends to exaggerate things that have happened to him (doesn't mean that he didn't go through some wild shit though).

– Doesn't celebrate his birthday, for obvious loneliness and conflicting self-resentment reasons. Also because he doesn't keep track of the time. He don't know what day it is fam.

– Can mimic voices really well, though he still retains that bitcrushed/noisy overlay and the ad pop-ups.

– Tends to chew on things occasionally as a nervous habit. He doesn't exactly have a tongue, so he instead picks up random small items scattered around (ie. a pencil) and chews on them. Worst case scenario he just grinds his teeth together.

– Gestures with his hands a lot when he speaks. It literally looks like he's going through an emote hotbar. Also very expressive when it comes to his face, despite rarely being able to frown properly. You can garner a lot about his mood from his glasses.

– Mostly bark over bite. Tends to make empty threats a lot when he's startled in hopes his loudness will be intimidating, but will indeed bite if he needs to… or wants to. Sometimes there’s no bark at all, and he’ll literally bite.

– Has a weird fascination with shiny objects. He steals many things that seem valuable or visually appealing and hoards them in his shop.

– Once you put the KEYGEN into NEO, it takes a little bit for him to actually take over the body because he's transferring his data onto it. Permanently. Even when he becomes small Spamton again, he's permanently linked to the machine now, so he can change into it at will. Technically not at will because he has trouble controlling it, but you get what I mean.

this was insanely long but thank you for letting me ramble <3

[nouveauxamoris]

i think u should post more design hcs... if i may suggest the big three in the bitch brigade :3

IM SO ON IT! just like the last design hc post, i’ll add little rundowns of some of the design traits!

DAZAI

my dazai design has gone thru a LOT of phases, as well as just a bit of exploration… a few common and solidified traits about him however:

- dazai’s very tan, and his hair is VERY curly, bordering coily. in my hc he’s ethnically mixed :3 (japanese and bangladeshi!)

- soft but sharp face, big nose, and soft big eyes. thick eyebrows too! i based his colour scheme off the manga one, so, dark brown almost black hair instead of a lighter brown, and dark brown eyes instead of a chestnut brown.

- SNAKEBITE PIERCINGS! in me nd the lovely @fiftyofhearts ‘ hcs (hes the asker here hai ethan :3), he got them done w ranpo and yosano.

- he’s fat. okay. i said so. the silhouette of his big ass clothes (the trenchcoat specifically) makes him look a little smaller, but thats still very much true.

- he’s scruffy. goes through periods of shaving vs not shaving but generally has a little bit of wispy facial hair more often than not. also, he’s transmasc!!! he binds w bandages also its not good. don’t do what he does. i don’t encourage unsafe binding

- 14 to 16-zai was very hyperfem. i don’t think he had that realization that he was trans until a liiiil bit later. maybe around 17? very subtly transitioned. i dont think he outwardly came out to many people other than probably chuuya, oda, and ango. everyone else just caught on eventually. he definitely went solely by his last name to disassociate from his deadname and eventually chose the name “osamu” as his first later on

- prisonzai is FULL of facial hair! his hair has gotten a lil longer too. that’s due to the fact that i’d imagine honestly his hair grows Very fast. and they’re not gonna give him a razor to shave this is literally prison

- he’s a lesbian btw

SIGMA

somehow, the sigma design has stayed relatively linear.

- LATINA SIGMA REALNESS!!!!!!!!!! a little ethnically ambiguous canonically because she was made from a book. duh. but tbh i think shes argentinian

- tan skin, very cool undertone. soft and droopy eyes, SUPER thick eyebrows, and white eyelashes. very round face and big and wide arched nose. she has a bit of a pathetic and sopping wet look to her, but she still looks very kind and gentle. most of the time while she’s masking (usually while working), that kinda works in her favour. adds to the warm and inviting feeling she’s got goin on. however, her resting face is very sad and miserable.

- she’s tall and lanky, kinda skinny. very lean and relatively average build. her colour scheme and outfit design is adjacent to the way she’s drawn in the manga. i love her so much but i dont like the anime depiction of her outfit… sorry bbg. she’s perfect in every way however

- i think generally, she’s very androgynous. enjoys dressing very androgynously too. you know how in stormbringer lippmann is described as like, so androgynous to the point where if he dressed femininely men would go crazy ‘nd if he dressed masculinely women would go crazy?? yeah. she’s got something similar goin on. switches between dressing femininely and masculinely and very in-between often. always doing something cute.

- in my eyes she is so transfem. no sort of medical transition, tho… just socially. came out that page serving cunt and she’ll continue to the day she dies

- she wears press on nails me-thinks. usually black almonds or stilettos, sometimes she switches it up to purple however.

- hair cut is kinda weird but like ???? its like if u mixed a hime cut w a wolf cut basically. or smthn like that. lots of layers. yes that’s her natural hair colour btw, she’s just cute like that.

- she’s also a lesbian btw

JŌNO

i’m only rlly getting into drawing jōno recently.. so lots of things keep changing. however, i HAVE decided on something.

- jōno is very much so blasian. lightskinted…. hair is pretty wavy but rests pretty straight just cuz of the haircut. the red is dyed btw. she didn’t care much abt the colour, someone asked to fuck w her hair, and she begrudgingly told them to go crazy. everyone seems to like it however, so she’s down w it.

- SMILE LINES. SMILE LINES AND EYE WRINKLES. product of keeping her eyes closed literally all the time. and her stupid smug resting face. she’s also filled with freckles and beauty marks. majority of them are on her face, but she’s definitely got some around her body as well.

- jōno is Tall. around 5’11” ethan has decided. she’s got a very graceful build but she’s NOT small, nor thin. lots of muscle and fat collecting around her thighs and legs, her strongest asset when it comes to physical strength methinks. have you SEEN how violently she’s able to kick people??? cmon now.

- very elegant woman in every aspect Except personality. i love her she’s actually SUCH a bitch

- again. TRANSFEM! if i like a male character.. heh… well… let’s just say they’re no longer male. (unless you’re dazai. he’s boybossing it up every day)

- she’s ALSO a lesbian btw

- i don’t have a lot to say for her i just love her so much omg

[emeritus-fuckers]

Congrats to 500!! I'd love to get a match up with a ghoul!!! Bare with my description it's my first time for a match up.

So I am a nonbinary transboy. I use he/him pronouns and occasionally they/them pronouns or even neopronouns when I am comfortable enough with a person. I am almost 22 years old. I am queer (maybe bi, but a strong preference for boys and maybe girls in a poly relationship), poly and demisexual.

I am very tiny, a shrimp, a gremlin, 5'0. I have rather fair skin, crystal blue eyes and short wavy dyed dark red hair (sticks into every direction, untamable curls). In summer I have freckles across my nose. My style is a mix of alternative subcultures, mostly grunge and metalcore.

I am autistic! I can appear as shy as I struggle in social situations and have severe social anxiety but overall I am rather loud and roudy even. Just very bubbly and passionate. My special interests are vampire, musicals, RE Village, Jurassic Park and Sleep Token (and Ghost haha). I can also appear as rude as I am really sarcastic and have a good amount of dark humour. My love language is bullying. But also gift giving and acts of service. I love showing people I appreciate them without having to say it (or openly show it.) I am very hesitant of intimacy but also crave affection and closeness. Overall I am rough on the outside and soft on the inside.

I have chronic pain and some days struggle to walk and stand for a long period of time generally. I have severe anxiety and depression since I was a child and a problematic relationship with my parents (got kicked out last weekend). I have the lowest self-esteem and can't see myself as lovable.

I like to say I despise humans and would gladly live in isolation but I love kids a lot and study to become a teacher for Latin. I also love caring for animals and have a special way to connect with them. Especially cats seem to seek me out and find comfort in my presence. Besides having fun in caring for others, I like listening to music, mainly rock and metal but honestly everything, drawing, scrapbooking, playing videogames and boardgames and reading. I love to sing and dance and would love to learn how to play the guitar.

Your match is... Aether

Aether's a pretty big guy, so he finds your size difference adorable and he'll probably carry you around.

Will he be smacked for that? Yes, most likely. Does he care? No, absolutely not.

He's got plenty of "experience" with Sodo. The two are very good friends, but we all know Sodo's got temper, so Aether gets smacked or has things thrown at him all the time, he's used to it.

He likes your hair and will play with it to get attention. Even it it's a smack to the face or a kick in the balls. Totally worth it.

He actually likes the scrapbooks you make! Tries to make one, but it's mostly just chaos and bunch of random stickers he found. He will steal stickers to put more of them in his scrapbook and show it off to you.

He likes playing any sort of games with you. Prefers video games, though.

Watches almost too closely as you make art or read. He likes being close to you, so if you can't do these things while he's wrapped around you... You might wanna learn that.

Happy to listen to music with you! He's very eager to discover your music taste and share his!

Don't worry about your issues or pains. He's absolutely willing to carry you around (he's a buff dude, it's his pleasure to carry you!) if you can't walk. Never complains about it because he absolutely loves it.

He's good at keeping your mind busy. Mostly because he's just... A pretty chaotic and energetic guy.

If your parents try to reach you, you can only wish them luck. He will not hesitate to take your phone and give them a piece of his mind.

And if they come to you in person? They won't even get close, you've got a buff Ghoul boyfriend to scare them off. He will get in a fight for you.

Takes you on the most fun dates he can imagine afterwards.

He's also very affectionate and if he ever hears anything about you being unlovable, he's gonna bite you until you stop saying bullshit like that. Kisses and licks the wounds afterwards.

You are lovable, he loves you and that's it.

~

Written by Jez.

This post is a part of the Match-up event. The event ended on July 15th.

[ryker-writes]

Geez I'm really cutting it close, but I've flipped-flopped a few times on if I want to participate in this or not. I'd like to have a romantic match-up, but if this arrives too late and/or you just don't care to do any more of these, I'm completely fine with you just skipping mine.

I love animals but mostly cats. I've had pet cats for most of my life so far and I'd like to keep that up in the future. I like chocolate with peanut butter. I like playing video games that are more on the casual side. I like the color pink and purple. I do also like board games and jig-saw puzzles.

I dislike most foods. I also feel like my nose has been put on the wrong setting because I don't like the smell of most foods either. Which I know is odd since it can be something as tame as spaghetti. I don't like the feeling of wetness of fabrics and I dislike soft, fluffy towels because the feel of when they get wet is eeeuuughhh. I'm not a fan of pvp games or even games that forces me to play with strangers. I worry too much about bringing down my team and just causing the other players to have a miserable time.

My hobbies are daydreaming and drawing. I love to come up with different characters and species. Most of my drawings just end up being character design. Playing video games is a hobby as well. I would like to get myself into the hobby of exercising and walking but that's unlikely to happen.

I don't believe I have any strong physical preferences. I do know personality wise I don't want someone who's mean even if they mean it in a playful way. (Had a friend that always called me stupid and it wasn't until going to a different school that I realized I don't like that.) I also don't want someone who's really pushy. Though I suppose I could use a little bit of gentle persuasian and patience to help me with certain things. But the key point there is the approach.

I've never dated but I think my love languages are physical touch and quality time. I like hanging out in the same areas as people even if I'm not neccessarily interacting directly. I also want more hugs. (All my brothers dislike being touched so my mom keeps forgetting that I like hugs.)

I'm kinda curious for Bobo too, but like I'm either cutting it real close or have missed the deadline here so doesn't seem right to ask for her.

For the sake of things, I'm probably not going to do Bobo, especially since I still have a few more to do. Sorry about that, but I hope you can understand

"Ah, I'm always so grateful for you sending in asks for this event and supporting me as much as you do! That's why I felt it's important to take time to consider who would be right for you. And I've finally come to a conclusion.

I believe my friend Ruggie would be good for you!"

animal lovers together!

seriously he's great with animals and would love to have some animals together with you

he loves to hear about all the new animals and creatures you imagine, and may even throw out some of his own ideas

his animal knowledge can come in handy when you need it

he doesn't play video games much, but he may occasionally join you for a board game or puzzle

just don't play monopoly with him...I've caught him stealing money before

anything you don't like to eat or foods that you hate the smell of, just hand them over to him or show him where they are

he will get rid of the food for you ✨

if you ever need help getting some exercise in, he's happy to support and help you!

you can go on walks with him or hang around while he's working or run errands with him

Ruggie is not really pushy, but he will bring something up if he thinks it would be better for you and he may try to convince you, but once you tell him no, he'll back off about it

he's never forceful with his approach and likes to give you the reality of serious situations

he's very big on quality time since he's often out running errands or working

but he does really enjoy when you spend time with him, even if you're doing your own thing, just you being there means a lot to him

[kelmcdonald]

See You at VanCAF

This is copy pasted from my newletter. 

Hey all! My main thing is I'll be at VanCAF which is in Vancouver, British Columbia on May 20&21. They haven't posted con maps yet, so I don't know what my table number is. But I'll be there and it's free to get into. So stop by!

Like I said the big thing this month is going to VanCAF. The rest of the month is mostly keeping my nose to the grindstone. 

This month's full moon movie is The Wolfman again. This time the remake. While watching the original Wolf Man, myself and other folks in the discord talked about some of the stuff that was changed in the remake (stuff like the remake is twice as long.) So I figured doing a back to back would be kinda fun. So if you wanna join, we'll be watching it May 5th at 6pm PST. Join the discord if you want.

As always I'll be streaming art on Twitch. My schedule is currently the following:

Tuesday 8pm-10pm PST

Wednesday 8pm-10pm PST

Thursday 6pm-9pm PST (during the Iron Circus Geekshow)

I mentioned last month that I was redoing the live reading of Fame and Misfortune. My mic worked this time so I've saved it and posted it on my youtube. We go over through the whole story in about 30 mins. Then I answer some questions from fans.

I'll definitely doing something like this for The Better to Find You With. As I'll get to in the next section, I got a lot of stuff on my plate. It will probably be some time in the fall.

I spent a lot of April still playing catching up on things. I was really backed up on my work for Seven Seas. I think I got it handled now, but Blue Moon is still not done. I think that has to be my primary focus this month. I was hoping to get the current chapter of You are the Chosen One last month, but that didn't happen. It's penciled so for the next few Fridays I'll post the pencils of the rest of chapter.

By the time those go up, I'll hopefully be done with Blue Moon and can give You are the Chosen One more attention. I hate to do it, but I have to put something on hold. The City Between being free means it gets me more new readers/attention and You are the Chosen One takes longer. And after I write Blue Moon, I should probably make sure the next batch of You are the Chosen One script are ready for drawing. So here's my to do list/priority:

Write Blue Moon

Keep up with The City Between

Freelance thing that is NDA

Clean up Murky Water to make a book

Finish Chapter 3 of You are the Chosen One

Review next few chapters of You are the Chosen One

Anyway, that's quite a lot.  I barely had time to read or watch new stuff this month. So kinda a short list this month.

Darling by Olivia Stephens - Darling is a Western Horror about a black woman who's living as a werewolf to escape the racism of 1800s America. She meets a black man on the run and the two have an instant connection Olivia art is excellent and rendering makes every page look both beautiful and haunting. It's one of the best werewolf comics I've read. You should all go back it here.

Love is Hard for Otaku - This is one checked out because Mangasplaining did an episode on it. They had a kinda mixed opinion of it, but I was curious to look into it myself. It's about a gal who's a big nerd but is hiding it from her day job because her last boyfriend dumped her for being too nerdy. A nerdy guy friend proposes they date each other because since they are both nerds she won't have to worry about him dumping her for it. There is a manga and an anime. The manga is a little rough. The pacing seems to be kinda wonky. The anime does a better job landing the jokes, mostly because a lot of the jokes involved references to anime. So the joke works better when they can copy the scene from Evangelion shot for shot, rather than translation the animation into a comic. I don't 100% buy the characters as a couple so I'm on the fence about continuing to watch it. 

Nope - This was something that was on my I should get around to seeing this movie since it came out. It was streaming so I made a point to watch it. It's less than a year old so I won't go into details about the plot. But I really liked the point it makes about random chance and nature. I also really liked the relationship between the two main siblings. It was a good mix for conflict, frustration, and affection.

Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through the big workload that's going on. Please back my Patreon if you can. Every little bit helps!

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

What make up product do you never use? I rarely wear make up, usually only for like certain occasions but one thing I’ve never used is foundation

Do you ever sit with your legs open? more than I probably should lol it’s the tomboy in me...I’m always in jeans so it’s whatever I don’t care :P

Have you ever been offered drugs on the street? no

What is one place you have been to and hated? Clifton, CO...

Have you ever seen a jellyfish? not in person

Do you know who Dylan Moran is? yeah

What’s your favourite kind of soup? alphabet lol no joke

Do you ever put bread in your soup? if it’s tomato soup of course I dip my grilled cheese in it! otherwise no

Would you like me to stop asking questions about soup? lol I don’t mind

Is there anything in the USB key slots in your computer/laptop? no

What advertisements are on your screen at the moment? none

Do you ever get a really itchy nose when you’re unable to scratch it? I mean I can scratch it but it just keeps itching and drives me nuts sometimes lol

Has anyone ever randomly licked your face? not full on lick but like poke with his tongue when kissing my cheek to mess with me lol 

When was the last time you bought a book? Tom Felton’s memoir a few months ago

What question do you hate being asked in surveys? they can get pretty repetitive but I don’t necessarily hate any, it is what it is 

Are you upstairs or downstairs at the minute? it’s a one level house so neither lol

Did anyone ever draw on your face when you were sleeping? no

Have you ever done that to someone else? I’d never do that, I’m not Jigglypuff :P

Have you ever been asked for directions? yeah

If so, did you ever give someone wrong directions? hopefully not, I suck with directions even for myself let alone trying to help someone else!

What’s your favourite brand of chocolate, galaxy, cadburys, or nestle? Nestle since the other two aren’t a thing here lol

Are there any farm animals near you? oh yeah there’s tons of farm land here so lots of people have cattle. closest ones to farm animal around here I’ve seen are goats, sheep, and cows

Are there any lakes near you? a few small ones

Was there ever a time when you felt absolutely terrified? a lot of times actually

If so, why? many reasons, depends on what terrified me at the time

Is there any TV show you watch religiously? Jeopardy, Shark Tank, Hoarders, EVERYTHING on ID (crime shows), Law and Order: SVU, court shows mainly Judge Judy, Bar Rescue, To Catch A Smuggler...just to name ‘a few’ XD

Have you ever been in your local newspaper? one time the first time we moved to CO, I was in 5th grade and our class was in the newspaper for our class pet and I’m reaching toward it to pet it which is the pic they chose for the paper lol it wasn’t front page or anything though

Have you ever called your mother ma or mammy? no

Can you imitate any other accent? yeah Brit and “country” pretty well, I think :P

What is your funniest memory of the 6th contact in your phone? ironically enough that’s my fiance cause I have him listed as ‘Babe’ XD and wayyyy too many to even count or list

Have you ever protested? no

Have you ever participated in a parade? no

Are you going to do anything for Paddy’s day? already passed and couldn’t drink so...sucked

Were you ever chased by an animal? not that I remember

Has anyone ever really insulted you? ha you serious? all my life

Have you ever told an elder to fuck off? not to their face...but I’ve worked a lot of retail so nuff said XD

Do you ever make banana sandwiches? oh my goddddd no but I fuckin love them!

Do you blush easily? ohhh yeah it’s ridiculous lol

Are you single/or taken? taken

Are you happy with that?^ yes

Do you make the first move or do you prefer it the other way around? other way around

What is the most painful thing you’ve experienced? physically I’d say my collarbone being broken, with ovarian cysts bursting and the cramps from that a very tight close second

Do you feel guilty about anything? all the fuckin time

Do you hug someone whenever you see them? my fiance, my dad/stepmom/stepsis when we visit them in NJ

Have you ever been in the accidents and emergency room? I damn near live in the ER...accident wise? yeah, a few bike wrecks growing up and most recently when I totaled my car last year due to a DUI....I should be dead right now, let’s put it that way and I somehow came out with only major whiplash and a few bumps and bruises..

When was the last time you bled? What happened? I won’t state the obvious since I’m a woman XD umm this major basal cell on my hairline that I’m having major surgery on soon to remove with subsequent surgeries for skin grafts given how extensive it’ll be bleeds/pusses all the time even without touching it and rescabs/repeats so...yeah 

Is there anyone you know that gives you the creeps? not that I can think of at the moment

Do you call random objects ‘gay’? no

Have you ever started talking to someone that you thought was someone else? no

When you look behind you what catches your attention the most? the tv tray next to the loveseat (I’m sitting with my back against the armrest and legs stretched out) and the clutter on it :P

[ohbuckie]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT

college!bucky x reader

summary: bucky fucks you on his bedroom floor.

warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

masterlist

Bucky’s room is at the end of the hall. It’s decorated simply—white rug in the center of the floor, a desk sharing a wall with the door, a few posters littering the walls, a dresser across from the bed in the corner of the room. His bed frame is metal and cheap; flimsy, to say the least. He holds onto it while he fucks you—arm outstretched above your head, trying desperately to keep it from slamming against the wall and using the leverage it gives him to pound into you harder.

His friends’ rooms are both attached to his, with their common wall being the front one that the door is on. Sam and Steve have gotten used to banging on the walls of their bedroom in protest of the loud sex happening on the other side, or even sitting in the hallway and knocking on the door. Of course, this means nothing to Bucky, who could probably ignore a category seven earthquake in order to finish. He’s nothing if not thorough.

He tries to be considerate. He plays music loudly—something with lots of bass, to drown out at least a little bit of the sound—but it renders itself useless in between every song, when both of the guys can hear every sound the two of you make. Good sleep is a lost cause in apartment 4B.

Arriving home from a double date with your roommate, you let your jacket—Bucky’s, actually—fall from your shoulders, and you catch it in your hands to hang it up by the door. You kick off your shoes, run your fingers through your hair, find your boyfriend who scurried away to the kitchen, plant a kiss on his lips.

“That was fun.” You say, running your hands up his chest, remembering how he kissed you in the cab on the way here. He smiles and leans on the counter with the heels of his palms, with you in between his arms, in front of his chest.

His lips find yours, and you cup his cheeks in your hands, accepting the tongue that he runs along your lower lip. He tastes like the red wine that he had with his dinner and smells like the expensive cologne that you gifted him last Christmas.

“I don’t think the guys are home.” He says against your mouth, and you smile, breaking the kiss and practically running down the hallway.

He follows you to his bedroom, his hand making contact with your ass, leaving it stinging while you twist the knob and push the door open. He beats you to the bed, sitting on the edge with his legs open, waiting for you to climb onto his lap. You straddle him, feeling his arms wrap around your waist and his lips attach to your neck, delivering wet, hot kisses to your throat and collarbones. He runs his hands over your body—along your shoulder blades, down your spine, across your lower back—appreciating the figure-hugging black minidress that you’re wearing.

You lean forward to push him onto his back, catching yourself on your hands, which are positioned on either side of his head. You grind against his lap and he flips you onto your back in response, rolling his hips into yours.

You kiss like pornstars, swapping saliva between your mouths through tongues and clashing teeth, sucking and biting at plush lips. With his hips between your thighs, your dress inches further up your legs, making your red thong visible.

Your hands are free, and you use this opportunity to pull his shirt out of his pants and unbutton it until it’s open. The two sides hang down, exposing the top of his prosthetic arm and the outrageously defined muscles of his torso.

“Bucky.” You breathe, lips wetly separating from his.

“You okay?”

You nod. “Just want you.”

He chuckles teasingly, nudging your chin upwards with his nose and kissing down to your chest. You arch your back into him, pushing your fingers into the hair at the base of his head.

The room is dark, except for the animated screensaver of the open laptop of his desk and the moonlight that pours through the blinds perfectly, casting rigid bars of light across the wall opposite the bed. You reach to the nightstand beside you, pulling the cord on the lamp and wincing when it turns on as you’re staring at the bulb.

He pulls away and gathers himself, licking his lips and pushing hair from his forehead while he catches his breath. He looks up at you and smiles sweetly, kissing your cheek before standing from the bed and unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his slacks, pulling the zipper down, shoving them past his thighs. His belt hits the floor with a jingle and he steps out of the pants that are now pooled around his ankles. Dark gray briefs are revealed, and you appreciate how nicely they cling to his legs and ass. You remember an earlier comment from him about “fancy underwear,” and you giggle to yourself when you realize that this is what he was talking about.

“What’s funny?”

“‘Fancy underwear.’” You repeat to him, and he cracks a smile before he steps over to you to get back to business.

Instead of removing your dress, he pushes it up past your hips, harshly pulling your panties down and out of his way. He kneels in front of you and kisses your inner thighs, moving up to your pussy, ghosting over it with his lips for a moment before pressing a delicate kiss to your clit, his eyes trained on yours. His gaze remains unwavering when he licks a stripe up your entire pussy. His tongue pushes between your folds and applies pressure to your sensitive bud, and you both moan—you at the sensation and him at the taste.

“Buck.” You whine. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He sighs, disappointed that he can’t eat you out. Not that he isn’t excited to fuck you.

He stands and steps out of his underwear, tossing them behind his right shoulder. His cock stands against his stomach, seemingly thrilled to be freed from its fabric prison. You can’t take your eyes off of it—pretty and pink, fairly long and definitely thick enough.

He spreads his large hand over your lower stomach and lets his thumb hover over your bundle of nerves, keeping it still, for now. He gives his cock a few pumps, holding it just below the head to line it up with your entrance. He looks at you while he pushes in, because he loves the way that your eyes squeeze shut and your hips wiggle to get more comfortable with his intrusion.

He chews on his bottom lip, waiting until you stop clenching and fluttering around him before he moves. When he does, you reach to the hand on your stomach and hold his wrist tightly. He uses his other hand to put your right leg over his left shoulder, the cold metal of his mechanical hand at variance with your hot skin. You take the initiative to put your other leg up on your own.

His movements are less of a rhythmic roll and more of a pistoning in and out of you, giving you what you begged him for only a moment ago. At first, the thrusts are shallow, but after about a minute he can’t help himself anymore. With every jerk of his hips, his cock slams against a spot inside of you that only he has ever reached—although you’d never tell him that, because you’re too proud to admit that he can make you feel better than you ever could yourself.

When you let go of his wrist, he withdraws his hand, licking his thumb before putting it back where it was and putting it to use. He draws small circles into your clit, just like you taught him to do when you first started dating. You buck your hips up and it makes him smile, and you want to smack that look off of his face. You hate that he knows exactly how good he makes you feel.

You tighten around him when you study his concentrated face—how his brows furrow and he licks his lips.

“Feel good?”

“Yes.” Your voice is strained by desire.

“Good.” He mumbles, and starts to put a little more behind every thrust. He pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in, and the slapping noises that your skin makes upon contact with him is obscene. The bed frame squeaks as it rocks, and it hits the wall over and over again, at a moderate-but-still-annoying volume.

Loud knocking on the closed door startles you, but doesn’t phase Bucky.

“What?” He asks, not stopping, or even so much as looking in the direction of the interruption at the door.

Sam’s raised voice is on the other side. “At least put on the music, man. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, okay, fine. Go away.” Bucky replies. Footsteps descend and a door closes. Bucky pauses his movements, clearly annoyed, to lean over and fish his phone out of the pocket of the pants that he let fall to the floor earlier. He thanks God for Bluetooth when it automatically connects to the speaker that lives on his desk, and all he has to do is press play. He tosses the phone onto the mattress, lets it bounce behind your head, and picks up where he left off.

The music is loud enough to drown out the squeaking and the slapping, but definitely not the bed hitting the wall. You can’t bring yourself to care, because the circles against your clit are growing bigger and faster, and your eyes are rolling back into your head.

“Fu-u-uck.” You moan, syllables choppy from the way that you’re being fucked.

“You’re so hot.” He mutters, letting a breathy moan slip out after his words.

Something hits the part of the wall that Steve’s room is behind, and you both can hear shouting. “Shut up!”

Neither of you respond.

A familiar feeling pools in your lower stomach, tightening and threatening to spill. “I’m so close, Buck.”

You tense around him, squeezing his cock and surely bringing him close, too. He pulls out suddenly, but quickly replaces his dick with two of his fingers, curling them against the upper wall of the inside of your pussy. It shoves you violently over the edge, and you cum with a moan that rips through your chest and leaves your throat burning. His fingers continue to move through your orgasm and he watches your legs tremble, kissing your calves that are still rested beside his head.

“You good?”

You only nod.

“We’re being too loud on the bed. Get on the floor.” He orders, and you breathe through your nose, exhaling through your mouth before you stand on wobbly legs. Before you lower yourself to the floor, covered by his pristinely clean, white rug, he clarifies, “Hands and knees.”

The bass of the music booms through your chest, reverberates through your bones, echoes through your head. You feel him kneel behind you, putting one foot onto the floor for balance. You wish you could see him right now—shirt open, sweaty chest heaving, cock standing at attention, ready to fuck you to completion for the second time. He tilts his head down and you can hear him spit onto his dick before shoving it back into you, exercising no restraint.

Your head bows between your shoulders, and you try not to be too loud, because Sam and Steve hardly ever let you hear the end of it when you do, but Bucky’s making it extremely difficult. He’s taking what he wants now, since he’s already made you cum.

His hands hold your hips like they’re handles, yanking your body backwards onto his cock at the same time that he’s ramming into you. His breathing is heavy, and you close your eyes to picture his face right now. A piece of hair over his forehead, fallen from the gelled mass atop his head, jaw tight, abs tensing. That’s what he usually looks like, anyway, when he’s fucking you into oblivion. It’s an image that’s forever burned behind your eyelids.

His hips are moving bruisingly fast, bringing you closer to another orgasm. It’s actually more like you’re being dragged behind a pick-up truck that’s approaching a cliff and is showing no signs of stopping.

It takes only a hard clench to throw off his rhythm and have him cumming inside of you, scrambling to blindly locate your clit with only his fingertips so that you can finish together. He rolls it between his fingers, rubs haphazardly, and gets lucky when you cry out that you’re there again.

“Bucky! Oh, fuck!” Your knees sting from the rug beneath them, and your hands make a fist around the strings between your fingers. “Oh my God.”

He pulls out slowly, kissing down your spine while his warm seed spills out of you, trickling down your leg.

You lay on your back on the floor, much too tired to stand, and watch him pull his briefs back up, on a mission to dampen a face cloth to wipe you down with. He comes back with one, and wipes the cum from your legs and pussy, leaving small kisses in the wake of the warm water that refreshes you.

He gives a final kiss to your lower stomach before he tosses the cloth in the direction of his hamper. He lays beside you on the floor, taking your face in his metal hand and pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks and forehead and chin.

It's silent for a moment, before he decides, "I need to invest in a sturdier bed."