#they use the extra height to get up to mischief

[a-literate-chicken]

Game chickens just look like this to me idk

[sanjisblackasswife]

(twt link mentioned and linked below)

Suguru is just so…big.

Nobody talks about how big he really is.

His white haired bestie may be taller, but Suguru is BIGGER.

Roughly 6’3-4” and his hands are actually larger than Gojo.

He knows how big he is too.

He knows how blessed his body is.

He knows how broad his shoulders and how huge hands are.

Most importantly—

he knows how infatuated you are with his size.

“Stop fucking me with your eyes.” You mumble, back facing him as you lotion your body in front of your bedroom mirror.

You knew it was Suguru, you didn’t have to look up at the mirror to see his huge reflection of him leaning on the door. He smirks, inching closer to you not tearing his eyes away from your thong complementing your pretty ass.

Literally.

“Or what.” His warmed hands cup the bottom of your butt, giving it a loving squeeze and slap, you shriek at the force. He has always been so heavy handed but you smile, “Sleep like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” He exhales as he turns you around to face him, even at your height you still had to look up at him, also feeling like a child being scolded he looks down at you briefly before squatting , “This..sleep just like this.”

“Are you crazy it’s freezing—-“

“I’ll keep you warm.” He says plainly, but his voice was lathered in mischief, everytime you sleep with just your panties on with him, somehow and someway they end up on the floor, long gone before falling asleep.

You smirk, almost giving in to his sweet tone, his hands rubbing in your arms, he pauses, giving your tummy a kiss.

“Sugu..” You pathetically moan out after the 4th kiss that led to your clothes crotch. He pecked it once.

twice.

once more.

Before he looked up at you.

He still looked so big, even on his knees.

You brush his bang, his hair felt like silk. His strong arms squeeze under your bottom causing you to be pulled closer to his mouth, he smiles, “Please?”

“Please what…” You tease, Suguru immediately starts to poke his tounge through his cheek seeing you be so amused, “You want me to sleep with no shirt on you little pervert?”

Suguru knew for a while you had a size kink. You always had a specific glint in your eye whenever you looked at him beside you in the mirror, when he carried you with one arm, when he’d pick you up to kiss you, when he fucked you against the wall, when you seen how he dwarfs your hand, the way how you struggle to take just 2 fingers knuckle deep inside you

So you do both.

it was just so much he did to show his size he eventually caught on to how much you loved it.

That being said, whenever you start to get smart mouthed it doesn’t take long until Suguru reminds you—-

“Actually…” Your boyfriend stands up from his position practically rising up and becoming 3 times your size again which you don’t know whether to bite your lip or smirk.

“I want to see you looking down at me eating your pussy.”

“THEN…to see you sleep with no shirt on.”

You wanted to talk back again but without fail he scoops you up, with your body hanging over his shoulder and a swat to your ass that causes you to wince again.

You could fight back, you usually do, but unless you say the safe word you can’t stop him. He has those muscles for a reason,

he is stronger than you.

“Sssshit Sugu—!”

Strong in so many ways for your benefit and his. Like how he has keep your thighs spread using his forearms while his tounge swirls on your tiny clit and his middle and ring finger squelch inside you back and forth.

You can hear his groans whenever you clench down on his digits, he curls them to watch you arch your back up off the pillow he made you lay on for extra support.

His warm brown eyes look at you, how your hands always creep to your nipples to give a tug whenever he eats you out.

“So fucking cute.” Suguru thinks, he loves you so much, but right now he loves your body’s reaction to him even more.

“‘Ganna cum…Suguru…Fuck Suguru!”

You couldn’t squirm away if you wanted his hands now gripping your hips just didn’t allow it.

Suguru was just so strong.

“Ah ah.” He gives your pussy a slap, the wetness of his saliva and your arousal sprays on his finger tips. He damn near groaned at the sound and sight, “Stop moving and let me finish….put your feet on my shoulders…there you go good girl.”

You felt him begin to lift your lower half up off the bed. Still slurping and sucking on your clit you reach to grab anything; pillow, sheets, whatever because at this angle— seeing his bun fall loose and the veins on his arms pop you were close.

So close .

His hands gripped the bottom of your ass, still holding you up kneeding the fat of it.

“Sugu! Suguru Yes! Yes!” Your moans like velvet in his ear as you chant and breath out his name.

Coming down from your high, he still gives you soft kitten licks, they tickle a bit so you trip grip his arm, signaling him to stop but he just glared at you, and winked. Still holding you up you begin to whine.

“Sensitive!”

“Mmmhm.” He pops off your clit, “But I know you still want more.”

[fanbasetwo]

✦ SHORT ON HEIGHT ┊ RIIZE

001. PAIRING , riize × short ! afab reader

002. GENRE , fluff, reaction, headcannon

NOTE FROM SENA , if you’ve seen this on my enhypen blog already and are worried about plagiarism, don’t worry!!

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

SHOTARO . . . ✦

Shotaro adored every moment spent with you, especially when you were cozied up on the couch together, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder. The warmth of your presence made him feel at home. He glanced down, admiring how small you looked next to him, and couldn’t help but smile. “Are you comfortable, little bean?” he teased, playfully pinching your cheek. You scrunched your nose and swatted his hand away, rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Ugh, I swear, one day I’ll grow taller,” you shot back, trying to sound serious but failing to hide your amusement. Shotaro chuckled, leaning in closer. “Why would you want that? You’re perfect just the way you are.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Plus, I love being your personal giant,” he added with a wink. “Personal giant?” you echoed, pretending to think it over. “Exactly! I’m always here to lift you up—literally and figuratively.” You melted into his embrace, feeling utterly cherished and loved.

EUNSEOK . . . ✦

Eunseok was in the middle of a video game marathon when he spotted you struggling to hang a cute poster on your wall. You were on your tiptoes, desperately trying to reach the corner while the poster threatened to slip from your grasp. “Need a boost, short stack?” he called out, a playful smirk spreading across his face. You shot him a mock glare, your cheeks puffing out in annoyance. “I’m not short!” you protested, though the laughter in your voice betrayed you. Eunseok chuckled and bounded over, his playful demeanor making your heart flutter. “Alright, let’s see if my superhero skills can save the day,” he said, effortlessly lifting you with one arm and using the other to help secure the poster. As you hung there, dangling in his embrace, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ridiculously in love with you,” he replied, grinning as he set you down, and you both admired your handiwork, feeling warmth and joy in the moment.

SUNGCHAN . . . ✦

You were sprawled out on the couch, deeply engrossed in a magazine when Sungchan plopped down next to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s so fascinating over there, my little bookworm?” he teased, leaning closer to steal a glance at the pages. You glanced up, pretending to be annoyed. “Just some tips for tall people. You know, to remind me what I’m missing,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a dramatic flair. He chuckled, the sound warm and infectious. “I bet there’s a section on how to embrace your shortness!” Before you could retort, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing you to squeal in surprise. “See? Being short just means you can sit here like this,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed at his affection. “So you’re saying my height is just an excuse for extra cuddles?” “Exactly,” he grinned, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “And I love every bit of it.”

WONBIN . . . ✦

Wonbin loved those lazy afternoons when you two cuddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket like a cozy burrito. With your head tucked under his chin, you felt safe and content, listening to his heartbeat, which always seemed to match the rhythm of your own. “Do you ever get tired of being so short?” he teased lightly, a playful grin dancing on his lips as he glanced down at you. You shot him an exaggerated glare, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me? Being short is a lifestyle,” you replied, puffing out your cheeks dramatically. Wonbin laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to carry you everywhere,” he said, playfully lifting you up as if you weighed nothing at all. “Or maybe I’ll just start using a booster seat,” you quipped, and he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Nah, I love having you right here.”

SEUNGHAN . . . ✦

Couldn't you feel a little irritation just flipping through pictures that you and Seunghan took together? There you were, standing next to him, just like a small child sitting next to a gigantic tree. Your pouting face looked so much the deeper as you continued to zoom in on how he flashed it with all confidence and not how you were in catch-up mode. “Why do I look like I belong in a toy store?” you huffed, tossing your phone onto the couch. Seunghan caught your sulk from the corner of his eye and chuckled, pulling his arms around you from behind. “You're cute like this!” he teased, nudging your cheek with his chin. “Cute?” you sneered, but the warmth of his embrace melted that annoyance away. “You just want to be the big spoon, don't you?” you accused with a chuckle and he just gave a squeeze to your sides, lifting himself up enough to snuggle into the crook of your arm. “Always,” he replied with a laugh, and it spread a smile across your face.

SOHEE . . . ✦

You were going to snag that salt off the top shelf. Laser focus, one leg up, reaching for it, you were going to come out victorious and take it. But that was when, just as you were brushing a finger over the container, someone swooped in and snatched it with ease. “Really?” Sohee said with a small smile, his teasing voice snapping you out of your moment of concentration. “You're climbing counters now?” You turned, flushing with embarrassment, shot him a half-hearted glare as he held the salt just out of reach, clearly enjoying this. “I had it under control,” you muttered, hopping down with as much dignity as you could muster. “Yeah, Spider-Woman,” he laughed, finally handing over the salt. You had no time to protest as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “You're cute when you're all determined like that. But next time, just ask for help, okay?” he said, pressing a playful kiss to your forehead.

ANTON . . . ✦

As you strolled through the park, the sun was shining brightly upon you and Anton. He walked alongside you, his long legs swallowing space so easily that you began to walk a little fast to keep pace. “Hey, slow up, will ya?” you laughed, faking to be out of breath. “I'm not built for marathon walking like you are!” Anton turned to you, playing the innocent. “What are you talking about? I thought you enjoyed our adventures!” you rolled your eyes as you nudged him lightly. “Adventures don't have to feel like a workout!” He chuckled, quickly snatching your hand and swinging it playfully as you walked. “Alright, I'll keep the pace slow for my favorite shorty,” he teased, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You smiled back at him and your heart bounced in your chest. “You bet, or I'm running you round the park.” He grinned, his eyes flashing an opportunist glint of mischief and saying, “Deal.”

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[acapelladitty]

Can we please get Cooper using that lasso to tie up his little Smoothie? 🙏🏻😩😩

abrasive

Summary: After a day of teasing, the Ghoul turns the tables and you find yourself bound up in one delicious hell of a predicament.

(warnings for: predicament bondage, rope play, sadism, abrasive play, clit torment, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, cruel teasing, cunt torment, nipple torment, hints of petplay, spitting, oral sex, slight dubcon)

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"Hands up before I pin them up there with my knife, little viper."

In the sweltering heat of the desert, the wood of the abandoned barn feels warm against your back as Cooper slams you against the wall - his gloved hand harsh against your chest as he plants his fingers between your exposed tits to keep you there.

"Only way to keep you from mischief, sweetheart. Maybe you'll take a lesson from this and learn what happens when you tease a man without mercy."

He wasn't wrong. You had woken up with a wicked game in your mind and his attention throughout the day had been claimed by your hands and body as you took every opportunity to tease him; from brushing against his groin with your hips to bending to the floor with an exaggerated arch in your back, ass displayed high in the air and in definite view of his gaze.

For the most part, he had ignored you, but as you passed this old barn, you found your waist gripped by his rough hands as his hard cock pressed up against your ass.

Time for a pitstop, cowgirl.

A growled line which instantly flooded your cunt as you allowed yourself to be marched to the interior of the barn.

Cooper is as dexterous as ever as his hands lock around your wrists and quickly loop the end of his lasso around the joints, the roughened rope feeling extra abrasive against the sensitive skin as it's pulled tightly. The rope is raised - taking your hands with it - until he hangs it off an old rusted hook, the height enough that you are forced to stand with your back straight to keep the pressure off your arms.

Exposed tits bouncing freely in the hot air, Cooper pauses his rope work long enough to smack at your left tit with a playful strike - his gloved fingertips catching your erect nipple like a lightning strike which sends pained arousal careening across your skin.

Yelping at the contact, he repeats the strikes until your nipples are reddened and peaking and your mouth is drawn into a tight line as you fight the urge to cry out with a mild howl.

"Almost like udders." Cooper mutters with amusement as he pulls your left tit up to his dipping mouth, sucking your nipple between his lips as you give a shuddering sigh. It only lasts a moment before the feel of his blunted teeth pressing against the sensitive bud forces your back to arch off the wall as your fingers claw against their restraints.

"Cooper, please." You whine, feet stomping against the ground as he keeps up the cruel pressure for another few seconds before releasing your nipple. His sunken cheeks appear even deeper as his face remains dipped and you can see the flash of his teeth as he offers you up a wolfish grin.

"Easy, pet. Any good cowpoke knows that sometimes you've gotta check the product from time to time."

"M'not a pet." You deny hotly, unwilling to let the name slide even as it sparks a fresh wave of pleasure across your belly.

"No?" Cooper frowns and his voice takes on a playful, dangerous lilt as he grips your waist roughly. "You don't want to be a breeding cow for me, huh? Think you're better than that. Well, I hate to piss on your parade, little viper, but I think you'll change your mind on that one."

A sinking feeling, one plagued by arousal, trickles down your spine and you gasp as Cooper's hands grab the remaining rope that hangs free of your hands and he offers you a roguish wink before setting the new part of his plan into place.

With a considerable length of lasso left, he's careful to pass it through your legs, grunting as he pulls it tight against your cunt.

"Can't have you slipping free now, can I?"

His fingers adjust the rope and you grind your cunt into his hand, making his task even more difficult as he fights your arousal to ensure that the lasso is centred through your slit - each small movement forcing the material to brush roughly against your revealed clit in such a way that it sends sparks of lightning up your spine.

"Cooper!" You whine, his name rolling from your mouth like a plea as you attempt to curl your body away from the pressure; a futile effort as he simply tightens his grip and follows your thrashing body without much difficulty.

"Keep struggling, darlin', and I'll add something nasty to that rope so you feel it even worse."

Stilling your body as you don't doubt his threats for a moment, you allow him to finish tying the ends of his lasso to the restraints around your wrists. Now, every slight movement in your hands or back causes a fresh heat of friction to burn between your thighs as the rope scratches along your most sensitive skin.

Groaning as the rope grinds against your slickened folds, the pressure is almost unbearable on your clit and you step to your tip toes to try and alleviate some of the discomfort.

"See you in an hour. Try not to move too much, sweetie. I need something left between your lovely legs to fuck when i come back now."

Genuine anxiety alights in your face as you watch him walk away, your jostling against the rope making your exposed tits shake and cunt clench against nothing.

"Hey! Wait! You can't leave me like this!"

"Says who?"

"What if someone else comes?"

"Hrm." Making a small noise in his throat, Cooper turns on his heel as he strides back to your position. His fingers wind within your hair and pull your head high, igniting fire in your scalp. "Then maybe I should mark my territory."

Hawking his throat, you flinch as he spits on your cheek. Gasping, you turn your head to the side as the liquid drips free to your chest - trickling down between your tits to leave a ticklish sensation in its wake.

"An hour." He repeats and you follow his movements with your head as he disappears through the barn doors, slamming them shut with such force that you feel the wall behind you vibrate.

x-x-x-x-x

Time slowing to a snails pace as you remain pinned to the barn wall, by the time the hour has passed - your sorry body is in some state.

Arms aching from being held over your head, your wrists have a rawness to them as they twist against the ropes restraining them in a futile effort to find some desperate comfort. A trickle of sweat rolls down your chest at the effort and you wipe off your forehead on the side of your arm. Tits continuing to hang free in the warm air, the pucker of your nipples refused to settle as the constant arousal of your cunt has left you a sweating, suffering mess.

Every slight motion of your lower half is torture.

As soon as Cooper had left, you had immediately tried to play the situation to your advantage. Rolling your thighs and standing on tiptoes, you were able to manipulate the rope a bit as it rubbed at your clit with a maddening sensation - enough to have your breath coming in short pants but nowhere near the stimulation needed to make you come.

But, try you had, and all your efforts had succeeded in doing was making your cunt a swollen and dripping mess which took every movement as an opportunity to spark a fresh sear of heat in your overly sensitive flesh. Even spreading your thighs further hadn't helped as it only made the rope tighten against your punished slit.

Almost driven insane by the constant flux of pained pleasure and wicked stimulation, by the time Cooper reappeared, you were ready to beg forgiveness for whatever he wanted.

You missed his silent entrance, his hand tilting your chin up from the floor startling you into a solid jerk which only served to draw the rope across your clit with a sadistic intensity; a jolt of sensation which is too much and has you crying out in place of a greeting.

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"

His hand already clawing its way within his slacks as he frees his livid cock - the hard length jutting free of his body with obvious interest - the expression on Cooper's face drips with his arousal.

"No." Almost sobbing with relief at the sight of him, you very carefully straighten your body and push your chest out to him as you await him freeing you. "Please, Coop. Let me free."

"Not quite yet." Cooper rolls his textured hand along his cock, jerking himself as he soaks in the thoroughly ruined state he has found you in. "It's quite the view. And how are these doing?"

Grunting as he fists along his cock, Cooper brings his free hand to your exposed chest as he pulls and plucks at your nipples with a vicious pinch. His touch is like lightning, the sharp pain of his fingers melting with the burning discomfort in your cunt as you can't help but pull away from his hand - the shift of your body allowing the rope to chafe against your clit in such a way that it sparks fresh tears in your eyes.

"Hurts, Coop."

"Naw, it ain't hurting, sweetie. You've barely been up there an hour. Maybe I'll leave you til the rooster crows and then you can really tell me how it hurts."

His hand drops to your cunt and you bawl like an animal as he uses his fingers to stroke along the rope - simultaneously feeling the mess of your arousal and dragging out a wicked spike of pleasure from your abused, sensitive flesh.

Thrashing in place at the rough treatment, the worst of it is the throbbing, deep arousal which makes you press into his hand as much you try to pull away. Your clit swollen like crazy due to the constant scouring, his fingers feel like lightning as they rub gentle circles around the sensitive nub.

"You gonna come for me, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes!" You howl, the word coming out as a stutter as the extra stimulation sends every nerve into overdrive. "Please- FUCK, Cooper. I can't, please."

Cooper rolled the rope between his fingers, clamping the coarse rope around your clit so that every abrasive millimeter clung to your most sensitive nub. It was torturous as heat scorched through your whole cunt, the intensity making your eyes water and toes curl against the floor.

It was a violent orgasm; one marked by the howl in your voice as you rode his cruel fingers and pained pleasure tightened your limbs while you came all over his hand. Your soaked cunt quickly making a mess of his fingers and the lasso which bound you as you writhed against it - every slight movement only pushing your body further into overstimulation.

Cooper pulled away and you collapse in an instant, the muscles of your legs trembling like jelly as your hands remained elevated. You could only vaguely muster the energy to grunt and squeal lowly as Cooper started to untie the ropes and free you from your bondage. When his fingers loosed the rope which clung to your cunt, a small groan of relief followed and, even to your own ears, it sounded pathetic as hell.

Cooper chuckled softly, allowing you to fall into the solid heft of his upper body as your legs struggle to support you. His fingers grope at your hips, the dull ache of his hold alerting you to the small, purple bruises which will no doubt mark the skin for the next few days.

"Now, since I've been such a gentleman and there ain't nothing in life free, I'm gonna let you fall to those trembling knees and you can suck me dry. Eh, sweetie? How does that sound?"

Clutching his duster like a lifeline as the head of his cock bumps messily against your stomach, you stand slightly bowlegged to keep the pressure off your cunt - the flesh feeling sore and swollen in the warm air.

"Yes, sir."

His hand tilts your head up to meet him once more, blazing eyes holding your own as he pins you with heated features.

"You gonna wrap those pretty lips around my ghoul cock and take everything I have to offer? If I don't feel you're doing the most then I'll pin you down and fuck what's left of you." His accented syllables flowing over the threat, Cooper's voice is so low that it sends a fresh shudder coursing through you.

"Smart choice, cowgirl."

You wince at the thought of his cock slamming into your abused hole and nod with enthusiasm, gently slipping yourself down his body as you fall to your knees.

Pleased with that, Cooper's gloved hand locks itself around the back of your head as you wetten your lips and prepare to accept him into your willing mouth.

[negrowhat]

15 Days BL Challenge the Quadriquel

50. Favourite female identifying character?

Daisy from Secret Crush on You. I loved everything about Daisy! She was loud and animated and allowed to be flamboyant and extra without being a joke. She was a really great friend who demanded and deserved respect. Also it was extremely important to me that we saw that Daisy had a love interest.

Yihwa from Together With Me. What a fucking Queen Bee. She was pretty, smart, tough, and stylish. She was an amazing friend and did not play about her friend group. She held everyone together and came up with the best plans to take down Knock's crazy girlfriend. We stan Yihwa in this house.

Pearl from Gameboys/Pearl Next Door. I love every single thing about Pearl. She could do no wrong in my eyes. She was so selfless and intelligent and sweet and kind. She had so much love to give and expected anything in return. She was an angel.

Yuna from Semantic Error. I want to be like Yuna she was so cool and so laid back and so funny. Her whole aura was such a vibe and every time I saw her my mood brightened. I wanted her to find a girlfriend in Semantic Error soooo bad.

Fujisaki from Cherry Magic. Sweet, all-knowing, and all-seeing. She was very mindful of everything around her. She was never too much and always there to solve a problem. She always knew what to say to make people feel better and her energy felt like a big warm hug. I would go to war for that woman.

Yiwa from Wedding Plan. What a fun and lively woman. I love how she had a little mischief streak and she was so cheeky with everyone. I loved how she used her lack of height to flirt with her girlfriend. I also love how charming and protective she was. She's another character who can do no wrong in my eyes.

Sand from The Sign. Everyone should stan Yai's hott trans wifey. We didn't get to see her a lot but all of her scenes were memorable. I love that we got to see her poke fun at Yai but also deliver sound advice to Tharn. She was just a treat and I love her.

[bustybounty]

curvy fantasy pt2: bottom-heavy goblins

despite any gender, these gobbos tend to always have fat asses, as wide as they are tall (granted goblins are very short. but short and stacked)

hips for days, and thighs to support such enormous asses. and dont forget large ears and very pointy teeth (hot)

very dangerous when swarmed by several at once, even if they often only want to be fucked or sit on a few faces. not uncommon for captured adventurers to be used a seat to the cushy goblins!

maybe some even become more civilized and join cities, ripe with femboys and thicc gals of diminutive height but enough weight to throw around. just gotta know their weak points (big sensitive ears).

These cute little things are always prone to causing mischief and chaos wherever they go, even if many people excuse them due to the manner in which they do this.

The constant sitting on people's faces, or laps, giving them a quick fuck, swarming someone and dominating them with the sheer power of a group of shortstack curves, it's all very characteristic of these goblins. The girls can also give very good boobjobs, swinging their tits up and down like a pendulum on any cock they deem worthy of their attention, before turning around and planting their very wide butts on said meat pillar, enjoying themselves, practically jumping each time.

You might think they're small, but they are deceptively heavy, their compact size not showing just how dense with fat those butt cheeks are, meaning receiving a ride from them, or even just getting their ass on your face might be difficult to handle~ Most don't last long...good thing goblins don't last long either, particularly if you rub their sensitive ears just the right way...

They'll act all mad at you but they love it, they're absolute tsunderes when it comes to that.

As for the goblin boys, they're all very feminine in the sense their asses are just as big as their female counterparts, though some also have pretty large cocks and hefty balls, so girls who get a male goblin sitting on their face might get a little more than just green booty feeling, some might get smothered by those churning balls as well~

Not to mention the quick thrusts they can give immediately after that if they feel horny (which is like, 90% of the time~)

I just got news that, dear reader, your house is being invaded by a swarm of male and female goblins, and they're looking extra chaotic today! Be careful...or don't, I'm not your mommy - that's for the orc girls from the last ask~ <3

[waltwhitmansbeard]

I would love to read something about Fiachra from "I'm Sending a Raven" if you have the chance!

so i don't think i really want to write an actual fic set in isar, so i hope you'll be happy with this list of ideas i’ve had about him:

fiachra was delayed when it came to speech. there was no perceived medical reason why; he just...didn't talk. keyleth and korrin came up with a kind of sign language pidgin that worked until he was ready to start talking shortly before he turned four, at which point he was speaking at what would be considered developmentally appropriate for his age.

keyleth had a very hard time leaving him for long stretches of time when he was a baby, esp when she had to leave zephrah, so alma helped her rig up a backpack for him, and he joined her for all kinds of meetings and diplomatic missions.

fiachra and vesper were basically raised as siblings. keyleth brought him to whitestone as often as she could, and the cousins would have sleepovers in one place or the other more weekends than not. he has his own rooms in castle whitestone, but vesper liked coming to zephrah more bc the druids would grow them an elaborate treehouse of vines to play in.

the ravens of zephrah were fiachra’s unofficial babysitting squad. he never went anywhere alone, and they helped him get inti all sorts of mischief—tho they also snitched on him if things got too dangerous, flying off and screeching to alert others if he needed help.

he absolutely inherited his dad’s sneaky nature and his love of pranks. keyleth’s nerves were perpetually fried during his preteen years, bc he was always popping out at her or rigging things up to spook her.

mom’s height and eyes + dad’s cheekbones and shit-eating grin = absolute heartbreaker (also bisexual disaster)

fiachra took pretty quickly to druidic magic, particularly loving tending to and working with plants. growing up, he’d always admired the tempest blades, and he worried that if he didn’t practice more martial abilities, he wouldn’t be able to join, until his grandpa reminded him that his mom was one of the most powerful fighters alive, and then he decided to devote himself to his druidic crafts while focusing on his martial capabilities while using them.

derrig became something of a father figure to fiachra, bc that man collected stray sons like pokémon. will was also like an older brother to him, and fiachra grew up thinking he was so cool and wanting to be just like him.

in this timeline, otohan’s attack on zephrah was actually targeted at him. keyleth was supposed to be away, but due to a last-minute scheduling change, she was in zephrah, so she was able to save her son from being slaughtered, so vax didn’t have to come. keyleth was beyond livid when her son nearly died, so she was extra incensed when she came to crash the malleus key.

fiachra was not allowed to go to the first incursion at the malleus key, and he was pissed. when his mom came back inches from death, he wanted to take off and kill ludinus all by himself. he needed to be physically restrained in order to keep him from doing something insanely stupid.

[storyofmychoices]

The Reign of a Short King

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal’s Orphanage]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) ; Tyril Starfury x Maiele* (*Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count: ~750 Rating: Teen (just to be safe)

Synopsis: Mal is very insistent that a half inch makes all the difference.

A/N: This silly drabble was inspired by a comment by @dr-colossal-pita about Mal using his hair to increase his height, and my wanting to reconcile Mal being short even though in book 1 he is mentioned as "tall". Also, I know realistically they wouldn't use the US measuring system but this story works better when using 1/2 inches.

Mal and Daenarya stood near the garden wall in their backyard, a heated argument unfolding.

"You know, I'm 5 foot 8 and a half inches," Mal insisted, peering down at her. 

Mischief danced in her eyes as she chuckled, shaking her head. "You're dreaming, Mr. Magnificent. You're only feeling tall next to me,” Daenarya teased, nudging him gently.

"By the gods, I swear I am 5 foot 8 and a half!" Mal stood a little straighter to emphasize his point.

Her head tilted to the side in amusement, brushing back his beautiful mane. "I'll humor you, but just so you know, your hair doesn't count if that's where you're getting that extra half." 

Mal took a step back, feigning indignation. His fingers raked through his hair as he brushed his hair back methodically. "I would never count my hair." He shook his head, offended she'd even say such a thing. "I am 5 foot 8 and a half inches!"

"Okay," she nodded in agreement, her smile spreading across her face. She pressed a kiss on her cheek. "If you say so."

Mal puffed his chest and held his head as high as possible "I'm glad you've come to see my side of things." He offered his arm to her.

"If you say so," she repeated, accepting his gesture as they headed back to where their friends were gathered. 

"And if we were counting my hair, then, I'd be at least 5 foot 9 inches", maybe 5 foot 9 and a half!" He boasted proudly.

Daenarya chuckled, "Here we go again."

"Here we go again?" Maiele moved to join them. "What trouble are you two starting now?" 

"Did you know that Mal is 5 foot 8 and a half inches, but if you count his hair, he might even be 5 foot 9 and a half!" Sarcasm dripped in every word. 

"Huh," Maiele pondered thoughtfully, casually resting his arm on Mal's head. Despite Mal's attempts to squirm away, the elf’s tall and strong stature held him there. After another moment of consideration, a smirk spread on his lips. "You wish!"

A rumble of laughter rose in his throat as his hands tousled Mal's hair, messing up his perfect coiffure. With a playful wink to Daenarya, Maiele sauntered off back to Tyril, whose lip curled up ever so slightly despite his efforts to hide his amusement at Mal's despair. 

Flustered, Mal sputtered something in response, but his words were lost as Daenarya gently touched his face and gave him a light kiss.

"You're still my short king," she whispered. Her thumb caressed over his jaw, the coarse hair of his beard tickling her. 

Mal couldn't help but relax and smile at her touch. "You know, initially, you thought I was tall."

Daenarya couldn't help but remember that night so long ago. "What can I say? It was dark, and I had a few drinks before this handsome rogue barreled into me—"

"I barreled into you?" He interrupted.

"That's how I remember it," she continued, batting her eyelashes. "There I was minding my own business, when you, this smug adventure. bumped into me, this innocent country girl."

A smirk pulled on his lips, his brow arching. "You're many things, Kit, but innocent isn't one of them!" He shook his head in amusement. "How does that change my height?"

"As I was trying to explain," she smirked. She held her hand in front of her as if drawing his attention to an imaginary scene unfolding. "This beautiful adventurer with great hair bumps into me. It's a dark street; I was a little tipsy—"

"You're a little tipsy now? I thought you were innocent?" He chuckled in amusement, enjoying her embellished tale. "Besides, I've seen you drink; you weren't even a little tipsy."

Her face flushed. "Ugh, fine! I may or may not have been a little distracted by your chest hair... I mean who wears a V-neck while adventuring? Besides, you've seen what I had to work with in Riverbend. You were a welcomed step up. I was clearly preoccupied with other thoughts."

"And you want me to believe you were the innocent one?" His brow arched. "And, I repeat, how does that change my height?"

"Well, your head was up from there, so— tall...er?" Her smile widened, knowing her thoughts went far beyond his alluring chest. "Let's agree to agree. You agree that I was innocent the night we met, and I'll agree that you're 5 foot 8 inches...and a half!"

"I think I can support that agreement." He drew her into his arms, enveloping her completely. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, "now you're talking." 

Mal closed the gap, guiding her into a deepening kiss. 

Daenarya smiled into his embrace, her fingers crossed behind his back. This certainly wouldn't be the last time she teased him about that half-inch.

A/N#2: Originally, I had Mal at 5'10" but somehow I kept lowering it and now we're at 5'8". I mean if Ironman can be 5'8", my short king can to!

Again, Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms and he is Daenayra's best friend (for any new readers)

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this playful adventure.

[sonicasura]

I felt like delving more into the ShadowKaiju ship i.e Kafka Hibino x Macaque. Why? For the hell of it honestly. This is a summary in how I would portray the relationship between both characters and will include influences from their respective franchise. Let's get started.

The two first meet when Kafka is around 22 years old. He's getting after a late night shift only to notice something off in the alleyway near his apartment. Kafka finds Macaque bleeding out with a fresh slice across his eye.

The man hesitates for a second as he doesn't know what the strange monkey creature is but decides to help him. Macaque later wakes up extremely confused since he's supposed to be dead, his wounds treated and he's in a very unfamiliar home of a mortal man. (Basically his death in JTTW drops him into KN8verse instead.)

This is their budding relationship in a nutshell: local working man is constantly stalked by curious mischief making shadow monkey. Macaque refuses to leave Kafka alone after his wounds are healed. The man's shadow now has a constant occupant that takes awhile for him to get used to.

Macaque thankfully doesn't interfere with his job as a Monster Sweeper. Sometimes the yaoguai even helps in secret. Hide that was difficulty to cut suddenly gives way in seconds, once empty disposal units are completely full and other discrepancies. Although Kafka didn't question if any surprise bite marks on the latest kaiju corpse were from Macaque.

He's confused why the shadow monkey chose to stick around but figures the bloke might be seeking companionship. Plus Macaque hasn't really crossed any lines yet. Yup, they were roommates if the extra futon Kafka bought was enough evidence.

The moment Macaque finds out his mortal companion wants to join the Defense Force is when another failed letter comes in the mail. He was confused at first until Kafka explains what the DF is and the promise he made to Mina. Macaque stays out of it for awhile.

The promise reminded too much about his former best friend/killer. It's only Kafka's determination to take the test again does Macaque decided to extend a hand. He offers to help train the man so he could attain his goal. (You can bet your ass it was brutal since this is Macaque.)

Despite the continuous failures of each exam, the monkey yaoguai didn't give up on Kafka. Rooted feelings had continue to blossom over the years until a 25 year old Kafka confesses. Those shared emotions were mutual much to his relief. Both began dating each other for another two years before marrying.

While Kafka works as a Monster Sweeper, Macaque runs a Shadow Play Theatre under a human disguise. Only the former's coworkers know what the latter really is. (Both had a discussion about it before bringing it up to them. The Monster Sweepers wholeheartedly support the two. Reno finds out after Kafka becomes a Kaiju.)

Macaque is quite a possessive lover of Kafka and isn't shy about proving his claim. Those who foolishly flirt or try to harass his mortal husband are met with terrifying shadows speaking in ancient Chinese until they retreat. Kafka smothers his partner with love and just spoils the latter whenever.

Macaque is extra protective of his lover after he becomes a kaiju. He nips any negative thoughts Kafka has about himself in the bud. Macaque isn't even human to begin with so why would he see his lover's new kaiju side as a problem? Teaching Kafka glamour magic would make hiding any flare ups or a potential permanent transformation easier to conceal.

Macaque may have a developed a habit of perching onto his lover's back whenever he is Kaiju No 8. The added height and horns make it easier to hold on(alongside do much more.😏) Kafka has a better understanding of his new kaiju half thanks to Macaque.

Changes that occurred during the Entrance exam due to his husband. Release Power: 2% and higher written test scores. Macaque was annoyed that Kafka didn't have a chance to fully use the suit.(He may have sent a letter to the Defense Force about an extra testing ground aka a Kikoru clause.)

New Defense Force officers notice the ring on the new cadet's finger while talking in the baths. Man had to throw off any accusation that he was married to/or trying to cheat with Mina. They were old friends and he will remain faithful to his husband. Kafka learns the boys are eager for any kind of gossip about the "old man's love life".

A disguised Macaque often shows up to deliver lunch to his lover or give him something, he gotten a visitor's pass just in case. Doesn't mean hitchhiking Kafka's shadows days are over. He can easily have a few shadow clones manage the theatre and their home in his place.

These two are chaotic lovers wherever than just whenever. Now if Macaque finds his theatre full of Kafka's Defense Coworkers then he won't be surprised. Only Reno has free tickets though as the Monster Sweepers took the remaining ones. (Macaque was definitely amused when Kafka troed to defend himself for 'favoritism' by the younger officers*mostly Iharu*.)

[totaleclipse573]

I feel like I don't know Evelyn very well. Could you tell me a bit about her? (Also, do you have art of her?)

Oh sure! I love talking about my oc's :D

Here's some art of her to start (I need to draw her more)

That one's a bit old, but it has all the colors and basics and stuff

And heres a newer sketch of her that I drew just to compare her height to all my other oc's (she's the tallest one) I forgot the markings around her eyes in this one but WE CAN JUST IGNORE THAT

First, simple info :

Species : Silver fox

Age : 18

Ability : Gravity Manipulation (with the usage of her gem. Because if Sega will keep not using the variety of magical gems they have besides the Chaos Emeralds I WILL, AND ILL MAKE MORE TOO)

So in terms of alliance, she's on the villains side. In the past, she was a normal Mobian with a love for exploration. At some point she fell into a cave and lost all her memories but her name, the first thing she found down there as an amnesiac being that gem she has on her hand (gotta keep up with the “evil characters that can use magical gems” squad) She has no idea what it’s called, (Totally not bc I had no ideas yet.) All she knows is that it has the strange power to manipulate gravity around her (Think kind of the void wispon from Sonic Forces.)

Shortly after that, she ran into Eggman, who took an interest in her apparent lack of understanding who she is or how she got here, and the gem she has. He could always use another lackey. Due to now thinking she was part of the Eggman Empire before losing her memories, she "rejoins." There, she also meets and rivals with a very annoying platypus fanboy. Despite how similar they are to everyone else, they HATE ONE ANOTHER.

Nowadays, she's left the Empire as well, and hangs around and allies with Doleon and, MUCH TO HER DISAPOINTMENT, STARLINE. AGAIN. She calls the three of them "Team Gem" (mostly because it gets them angry, what a stupid name.) She's like the annoying little sister of the group 😅

As for her personality, I used the symbolism of the fox itself. She’s cunning, intelligent, a quick thinker and a bit of a trickster/mischief maker. She also has a bit of an anger issue, getting frustrated easily when nobody is listening to her or doing things as she planned them. She considers herself the leader of everything she does, and has high expectations for herself. She's also a BIG sass talker. Some extra things about her :

Sometimes she gets the slightest idea that maybe she WASN'T part of the Eggman Empire before her amnesia. Some things don't add up, but that doesn't mean its ALL wrong...right?

I imagine she drinks A LOT of coffee.

She can be both thoughtful and reckless with her powers. Depends on the situation.

She has a whole routine for her hair so don't you DARE mess it up

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello, i notice that your request were open and was wondering you could do a matchup for me? preferably for demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, and one piece.

i'm 20 years old, hispanic, a virgo, and use she/her pronouns.

appearance: 4'11. pear body shape. shoulder length hair. dark brown eyes. sometimes wears glasses.

personality: i'm a little awkward and distant at first. mostly wanting to know if your intentions are good or not. but once i get to know you and feel comfortable around you... i can be quite sarcastic, honest (to the point where it has gotten me in trouble), very curious, mischievous, stubborn, a little odd, calm, and patient. talking is depending, i guess? i mostly talk out of necessity or, if asked, unless i wholeheartedly love and trust you so much. i also tend to ramble a lot when a subject that i know and/or love is brought up. i can be prideful to the point where i don't want to apologize, but i am learning that it's okay to make mistakes and that i am not always right or know all.

hobbies: listening to music. playing games. reading. stargazing. watching [anime, documentaries, movies, series, etc].

likes: art, cats & dogs, dr. pepper, fashion, music, reading, stargazing, webtoon/manhwas.

dislikes: coffee, heights, hot temperature/weather, insects, overcrowded places, when people make fun of me for being a picky eater

love language(s): gift giving and acts of service.

extra: i really want to have tattoos. my favorite colors are pink and green. physical touch kind of scares me. and i always want to look good even if i'm just going grocery shopping.

sorry for the request being so long ^^' and i hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long.

You didn't specify whether you would prefer a male or female matchup (or if you didn't have a preference) so I've given you a male and female matchup for each fandom. As a result, the headcanons for each character are a bit shorter than normal. If you'd like more headcanons for any of the characters, please let me know and I'll happily write some up for you.

I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Modern au Tanjiro is definitely a fan of webtoons. I can’t explain that, it’s just a feeling. He’d love to get some suggestions from you so you can talk about your favourite comics together.

More than willing to get rid of bugs for you. He’ll move them so they’re not bothering you and let them go somewhere they’ll be happy so they don’t come back.

You and Kanao are certainly a quiet couple but you get each other in ways others can’t. She might not say much but she’s very empathetic and understands you well.

She’s not a big fan of crowded places either so is more than happy to avoid those with you. If you do have to go somewhere crowded, Kanao will stay as close to you as possible without touching you so you’re both comfortable.

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

I don’t see Megumi as a huge fan of physical touch himself so he’s more than happy to have his personal space. If you’re comfortable with linking pinkies while you walk or even just occasionally touching ankles while sitting together, he’s happy with that as well.

Enjoys watching documentaries with you. He finds them interesting and enjoys hearing you add any extra facts throughout. He’s always paying really close attention too so expect him to remember those details even months down the track.

Nobara is the outgoing sass to your quiet mischief. You’re actually a super chaotic and unstoppable due when put together so it’s great for you two and terrible for everyone else.

Oh, she’s so happy you like fashion. She might not be the most girly-girl out there but she’s still a teenage girl and can appreciate some good outfits when the mood strikes her.

In One Piece, I match you with...

You and Usopp would definitely be the art due of the crew. You’ve both got that creative spark in you and are more than happy to give each other feedback and advice when the other is stuck on something.

Since you’re both mischievous as well, I can see the two of you being the pranksters of the crew. No one is safe from your pranks. Hopefully you can run fast though, otherwise you might not always escape scott-free…

Vivi loves stargazing with you. She finds it super relaxing. Bonus points if you’re rambling about the stars. Vivi loves listening to you talk about your passions so it’s a win-win in her book.

Definitely not someone to tease you for being a picky eater. In fact, since she’s got access to private chefs, she’ll be able to ensure all of your meals are designed so you enjoy every bite.

[plaindangan]

Chiaki just got a brand new 4 player game! She invites Ibuki, Akane, and Mikan to play with her and test it out. What they don’t realize is the power ups in game effect the player. Soon breasts, asses, cocks, lips, muscles, and even heights are increasing in size!

As the growth continues the girls don’t wanna stop playing the game… or with each other. Who comes out on top? Who gets fucked the hardest? And who actually wins the video game?

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

It was supposed to be a test of a new indie title in development. 'Medieval Mischief' - a 4 co-op platformer about 4 women going about a medieval quest to obtain treasure. With her three pals, Chiaki began what was supposed to be an unforgettable memory!~

Though, as they played, something interesting happened when Chiaki got the collective power - a Tall Trinket. It was gradual, btu they all began to feel...bigger for some reason. Stronger to boot!~ Still, they were so engrossed in their game, they shrugged off the feeling. But the more power-ups they grabbed and used....the more such feelings couldn't be ignored.

The Rack Attack made their avatars invincible, yet to the players they felt their own breasts increase significantly (Akane's own shirt even burst, already failing to keep her double D's on locked). The Lip Locket had the girl's lips become quite plump and spread the feeling of needing to kiss someone nearby (Mikan having the worst of it given her already strong feelings for someone like Ibuki). The Ass-ault Vault had their asses expanded to the point their skirts couldn't even begin to cover them and their panties were straining not to rip from the increased weight (though Ibuki, who was the flattest out of them originally, wasn't complaining from the extra junk in the trunk)!

What finally tipped things over was when Chiaki picked up the last Power-Up - a 'Love Rush' potion!~ Once used, the women's minds began to fog with increased urges to fuck whoever was there....with the added bonus of nice, thick, throbbing, completely hard dicks at their disposal!~

Dicks that just begged to be used right then and there!~ Akane completely let her urges dominate her, pouncing on Mikan as she shoved her member into her ass! The nurse nurse eager to bounce on the person fucking her to pieces, all while she began kissing an eager Ibuki. The musician, in turn, spread the love by jerking off Mikan while using her plump thighs to ensure that Chiaki's own dick was getting the care it needed too!~ Which was a good thing as the gamer was laser focused on beating the game in her horny state!~

"I-I did it....I won!~" she says, exhausted, several hours later!~ By now her other companions were fast asleep. Mikan, having being the fucktoy for two people, was laying on the remnants of her clothes. Ass up, prone, and it was clear from a glance that both girls had used her to the limits. Cum had absolutely filled her ass, pussy, and even mouth!~ Snuggling her pillow ass was Ibuki, snoring away and occasionally gripping the nurse's thigh and booty in her sleep. Akane was on the couch, cock stained white with so much fucking of the two girls. Yet, upon seeing the gymnasts wonderfully sexy body...it just made Chiaki wish she had gotten in on the action more!~

"Mh...Chiaki?" Akane yawned as she began to stir and, God, did Chiaki just want to shove her cock in side that gaping maw of Akane's!~ This wasn't lost on the amazoness and she becokened the gamer closer. "Heh, I know damn well you were in the mood throughout that game! C'mere and let me get some milk outta ya!~" the bronze woman said as she knelt down. Sniffing, poking, licking, and, finally, sucking such a painfully erect dick off with her slutty mouth!~

As she felt the soft, eager, lips of Akane suck her off...Chiaki knew this was a memory she was never going to forget!~

[evecolourshock]

What if an AU from that point tho, featuring Uncle Zuse making sure his nephew (all grown up now) gets home...

Gem bringing someone new into the End Of Line doesn't happen all that often any more, but that's more a lack of new Programs to introduce than anything else. The new guy looks lost and confused and adorably determined, but he's hiding a lot of fear under that expression and Zu- Castor, he's Castor now, keeps forgetting that - Castor tries to extricate himself from the latest attempt at tracking down himself to find out what's going on. No newbie should be that frightened, especially not in his establishment.

"I brought your boy. Flynn." Gem murmurs, half-sultry in the way that means she's done something Castor's probably not going to like. But he can't think about that right now, because-

Your boy Flynn.

Boy Flynn.

Sam.

Why, Castor hasn't seen him since he was a tiny thing, barely knee-high! Sam's bigger now, much more developed, but Castor can still see that small curious mischief-maker he used to look after when bigger Flynn had other things to do.

Sam's probably forgotten him by now - User memories don't function like Program ones, and it's been a long time. But Castor has not, so he pulls Gem aside with a low growl. "What did you do."

"Enforcers will be here shortly." Gem tells him, looking like she thinks she's done a good thing. That look swiftly disappears when Castor snarls and pushes her away. "But, the reward-"

"Not worth his life." Castor hisses. "Bigger Flynn, whatever, he abandoned us and will get what's coming to him. But not the little one. Did nothing wrong."

Gem frowns, puzzled, but Castor sweeps over to Sam quickly. He can't burn time like that, need to go now, they're on the clock-

"I'm looking for Zuse." Sam tells him quietly, even before he says hello. "An ISO named Quorra sent me."

"You found him. Now Quorra, Quorra, Quorra..." Castor muses. "Ah, yes. The one that got my bar burned down the first time." Never mind he was sheltering others at the time - really disillusioned him to the idea of rebellion, if nobody was willing to help those in need of it.

Sam winces.

"Her actions aren't yours." Cas- Zuse shrugs. Sam wanted Zuse, he's getting Zuse. Knew Zuse, too. "Passage out, yes? To the beacon." He chivvies Sam off towards his stash of vehicles. "Come, come, no need to stand around waiting." Sam trails him like a lost Bit, scared and forlorn. Damn Clu for scaring this boy. Damn him all the way.

"No, no, no, these just won't do." Zuse frets to himself. None of the batons he can grab easily are... well. They're not good enough, all aesthetic and no substance. He needs-

"Ah!" He snaps his fingers. Pulls a lever. He's only pulled this lever once before, during an evacuation, trying to give everyone their best chance of survival. The lever glows, falls into his hands - a personal baton with a few extra tricks - and he scoops up an exposed silver-white slim thing. The only one left in the hidden drawer - he didn't see much point in replacing the rest, after their creators disappeared into the wilds. Wouldn't be the same.

"Never thought I'd need this old thing again." Zuse murmurs, passing it to Sam. "But it's better than all of theirs." He smiles kindly, really - it's been too long since his smiles were real, and maybe it shows. "Ever flown a lightjet before?"

Sam shakes his head. Zuse would have been pleasantly surprised and a lot wary about a yes.

"Alright. Now, they handle a lot like a lightcycle here, no fancy User pilot skills needed." Zuse soothes. "Only difference is adjusting height - you use your legs for that. Pull your heels up towards you to go up, push them down to go down. Simple, yes?"

"Heels up to go up, down to go down." Sam repeats. "Got it."

"Good lad." Zuse claps him on the shoulder with one hand, inputting the command to iris open his launchpad with the other. "Now just stick by me, and we'll get you home safe."

i rewatched legacy recently and i cannot believe gem says "i bought your boy flynn" to castor like wtf that's so funny

[the-goldxnboy-hero]

[ [ ABOUT TANG XUAN. . .

.｡.:*☆ BASICS　

name: Tang Xuan alias: "Xuan" (friends, family) age: twenty ( 20 ) ethnicity: Chinese gender: genderfluid, transmasc pronouns: he/him, infrequently she/her (reserved for family) orientation: pansexual (no lean) occupation: Esper Union Ops Chief

.｡.:*☆ PHYSICAL

hair: long and orange, kept in a braid the majority of the time. his bangs are messily cut and hang in his face. eyes: orange-gold, with four-point stars at his pupil. height: 5'6" // 167.8cm weight: 153lbs // 69.4 kg build: tang xuan is built like a gymnast, body leaning more lean and with very little body-fat. his arms and legs are both strong, but he is not toned by any means. health: tang xuan is blessed with good health - he rarely gets sick and has a strong immune system. he is in good physical shape with extreme amounts of stamina. he needs reading glasses to read anything close-up. extras: two earlobe piercings on both sides // dimple piercings

.｡.:*☆ HISTORY

Tang Xuan's history is one that he views as somewhat unremarkable - raised by parents who got along well and with a near-constant companion in his brother. He and Tang Yun were inseparable for most of their childhood: where one was, the other was unlikely to be too far behind.

As the older twin (by mere minutes, as Yun would remind him), Tang Xuan was an incredible protective figure when it came to his brother. He did not mind being "one of the Tang twins," the brighter counterpart to a more gloomy Yun, but as time progressed he found himself longing to be recognized as himself instead of just being part of a pair.

The gift of Sun Wukong's powers gave Tang Xuan just that-- with the zeal and reckless enthusiasm of the Monkey King himself, Xuan threw himself into "hero work" without a thought. His chase for recognition and his impulsiveness that his powers encouraged left him outpacing his closest friend. By the time Tang Xuan had gotten his head on straight, his brother had drifted too far for Xuan to protect him anymore.

While he and Yun still speak on rare occasions, their relationship never quite recovered.

These days, Tang Xuan has mellowed out somewhat and treats his Esper duties with a respect that he had to learn-- responsible, cheerful, and determined to do good in the world, Tang Xuan marches ever-forward with a determined gleam in his eye and pride in his heart.

　　　　 　　　 　　　　· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

.｡.:*☆ MISCELLANEOUS

likes: pudding, fresh fruit, running, early mornings dislikes: being woken from naps, chili spices, coffee.

　 [ FUN FACTS: .｡.:*☆ tang xuan has some flavor of adhd. it presents itself often in his ability to focus, which is curbed typically by medication. he uses fidget toys discretely .｡.:*☆ he is incredibly flexible. while not quite to contortionist levels, tang xuan has a wide range of flexibility, which can make proper stretching a bit of a pain for him. .｡.:*☆ tang xuan leans towards pacifism. while he is fully capable of combat, he would rather talk through a scenario with people before resorting to violence .｡.:*☆ while he's definitely a mischief-maker, tang xuan is also something of a teacher's pet. he's terrible at lying to his direct authority (i.e: raven). .｡.:*☆ he's not fashionable. don't expect good fashion sense from him, he lives in hoodies and leggings 90% of the time.

.｡.:*☆ ALTERNATE VERSES

genshin verse: ABOUT // TAG

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[lokiprompts]

Little Realizations - Short GN Reader Oneshot

Summary: Reader is short and gets anxiety around people who are much taller; ie: Loki.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: ~2100

Requests are open; A03 is essence021.

You weren’t one to be scared or intimidated very easily. As the prized assistant to Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, and in essence, the assistant to the Avengers, there isn’t much room for fear. But there was something about tall people that just made you nervous. It was something you always experienced, ever since you were a child and it only got worse as you got older. It made the job of working with the Avengers a challenge as most of the heroes were over six feet tall.

And you? You were a little over five feet and that was being generous. Very generous. The pain from having to perpetually crane your neck, looking up at the super soldiers and God was real. Climbing on the kitchen counters, and honestly anything, was a daily occurrence. Then, there was Tony’s relentless jokes and using your head as an armrest. Everyone constantly reminded you of your small stature. Thankfully, it never really bothered you and you owned your height with pride.

That is until you around someone much taller than you. You’re not sure what caused your anxiety to skyrocket around taller people. Something about them towering over you, looking down at your small frame, always made your heart race and your legs pull you far, far away. Much of it didn’t make sense. Like being afraid of the Avengers. They were the world’s heroes, and even though many of them had a ‘colorful’ past, you knew deep down in your heart they wouldn’t hurt you. Steve doesn’t even swear, for Pete’s sake, and Thor is pretty much a walking teddy bear. What is there to fear? But, even still, your palms would get sweaty, and you would thickly swallow in most of the teams’ presence. Yet, you pressed on. It was your job after all!

That didn’t change when you met Thor’s brother, Loki, the God of Mischief himself. You were introduced to him the very first day he moved into the Avenger’s Tower. Thor’s voice was booming as he called your name from across the room, dragging his rather reluctant younger brother with him to greet you.

“Y/N this is my brother, Loki! He will be staying here in the tower and joining the Avengers!” Thor’s large hand slapped his younger brother’s back, and Loki’s eyes just about scratched his brain they rolled back so hard.

“Loki, don’t be rude!” Thor lectured, “Say hello to our dear Y/N.”

And then your eyes connected. He was so tall! Thor was just a bit taller than him, but Loki’s sharp features and painted on scowl made him that more intimidating. All breath left you as his crystal blue eyes bore into your very soul. You couldn’t help but shift nervously on your feet and even take a cautious step backwards. It took all your resolve and restraint not to listen to your heart that thudded wildly in your chest and hightail it out of there. Of course, Loki noticed all of this.

“Hello, dear Y/N” he said dryly, eyes narrowed. You could only manage a barely passable squeak of a greeting before you excused yourself and quickly left the room.

“So, what do you think?” Thor jabbed his younger brother with his elbow, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

“What is there to think?” Loki scoffed, “Another mortal who hates me.”

Loki feigned indifference, but the dejection in his tone was positively dripping. And Thor heard it. The truth was, Loki was looking forward to meeting you. Thor had talked about you constantly, insisting that you and Loki would make a good match. Of course, Loki pretended to not be interested in what his older brother had to say and even made sure to act annoyed for extra measure. But he was intrigued by tales of your wit, your humor, and your tender heart. Then he finally met you and you were the most enchanting, stunning creature he had ever laid eyes on in his thousand years of life. Seeing your small stature just warmed his heart. He just wanted to lift you up and cradle you in his arms. Norns, you were adorable!

And you were frightened of him. Of course, you were. Why would something so beautiful, so sweet, ever be interested in him? The word monster repeated relentlessly in his mind like a masochistic record player. Loki did his best to maintain a stone-cold façade, but Thor saw right through it as he always has. His younger brother was heartbroken.

“They don’t hate you, Loki.” Again, Loki sneered, clearly not believing what Thor was telling him.

“No, truly, Brother. They just aren’t….” Thor paused, choosing his next words carefully, “Comfortable around people of our stature.”

“Stature? Like us being Gods?”

“No, our height, Loki. They aren’t comfortable around people significantly taller than them. I have known them for some time, and it took quite a while for them to be near me without fear.”

Loki only hummed thoughtfully in response. The gears in his intelligent mind were turning as he started to scheme. So, there is still a chance to get to know you. Maybe even court you. One step at a time, Loki.

Opportunity struck a few days later in the community kitchen. There, Loki saw you, on the very tips of your toes as you tried to reach for a mug on one of the very highest shelves. The prized mug was just out of your reach and just as you started to crawl your way up on the counter for better leverage, Loki appeared by your side. His tall stature suddenly by your side made you squeak in surprise and slip right off the counter. Large hands, Loki’s large hands, gripped you tight and saved you from the certain doom of a three-foot fall.

After seeing your crazed, alarmed eyes, he immediately let you go once you were safely on the ground and held his hands up in defense. Without saying anything, he reached up and effortlessly grabbed your cherished mug and held it out to you. You eyed him suspiciously, still weary of how tall and intimidating he was, but you did not miss the softness in his eyes. It gave you a small bit of comfort and confidence to give him a closer look.

First, you saw his hair; long, luscious black locks that had you envious. You immediately noticed how they slightly curled at the end, and it was oddly cute. Then, you saw the sharp lines of his cheekbones. It was strange; the sudden feeling to want to run your hands over them. Next, was his lips. Your eyes trailed the curve of his cupids bow and you briefly wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked. He must have caught you staring because a grin started to spread on his face. It was a grin that made your heart, if only for just a moment, do a little flip and for once, it wasn’t out of fear.

Slowly, you reached forward and took the mug from his outstretched out. Briefly, your fingers touch during the exchange, and you could have sworn that you heard his breath hitch. Loki could have sworn his heart stopped.

You gifted your mug savior with a little smile and a whispered thank you. Loki all but melted at the gesture. You were so precious!

“You’re welcome, little one.” Any other time someone called you little, you would have had their head. But when Loki said it, you couldn’t help the rosy flush that came to your cheeks. Quickly pouring yourself a cup of the community coffee, you left the kitchen, hoping he didn’t see your flustered state.

Of course, he did, and he was glad. Now, for the next part of the plan.

A few days later, you decided to review some files in the community living area of the Tower. Anything to avoid staring at the four walls of your office for another second. Not that you were getting much work done. These past few days, all you could think about was Loki. The softness in his eyes, the adoration and reverence were burned in your memory. Frankly, you thought it was so odd. He didn’t really know you, so why would he look at you that way? And why were you shinning your own heart eyes back at him over a stupid mug?

So, when you saw him sitting there on the couch, reading a book, you took it as an opportunity. You approached him cautiously, clutching your files close to your chest. The familiar pang of anxiety swelled within your body when you saw his long legs and his overall large build but standing next to him actually made you a bit taller than him for once. It gave you a confidence boost, as silly as it was. What do you even talk to a God about anyways?

“Yes, little one?” Loki said, pulling you from his thoughts. His eyes never left his book and the smirk on his face made you wonder if he figured out the cause of your little confidence boost.

“Uh,” You shifted nervously on the balls of your feet, “What are you reading?”

“Some Midgardian named Shakespeare.” He paused for a moment, then looked up to you, “Would you like to join me?”

You weighed your options. You could go sit somewhere else, or even leave the room. But he was looking at you with those soft eyes again and something in them, something indescribable, told you that you could trust the God of Lies. So, much to your surprise, you plopped down next to him. And even more surprising, you didn’t work at all. Instead, you talked to him for hours about anything and everything and you didn’t want it to end. When you finally had to leave, the second you were gone, you realized you missed him already. Little did you know, he missed you too.

For the next week, your thoughts were consumed by Loki. He was the first thing you thought about when you woke up, and your last thought about at night. Every time you entered a room, you found yourself looking for him. But, for the last week he was nowhere to be found. Later, you discovered that he had joined the Avengers on their most recent mission. You were surprised because Tony had told he that he was going to keep Loki in the tower for a while, saying he wasn’t trustworthy out in the field. Well, apparently that plan changed quickly.

Even though Loki is a master sorcerer and literally a God, you couldn’t help but worry about him. What if he got injured? Would the team help him, or would they leave him to suffer and die alone? They didn’t trust him; it was clear with every unspoken word and uneasy reaction. They treated him differently due to their troubled and complicated history. Maybe this was the true reason why they took him on a mission so early…to set him up for failure. You loved your job, adored the Avengers, and thinking like this made you sick, but the anxiety that filled your mind and your heart was toxic.

So, when you heard the Quinjet land after over a week with the team being gone, you took off to the landing dock as quickly as your little legs could take you. It was routine for you to meet with at least Tony after a mission to help with debriefing, so no one questioned you being there. But they did notice you extra…enthusiasm.

One by one, the Avengers left the jet and walked down the dock. You saw all the familiar faces, but one. The lump in your throat started to suffocate you as you thought the worst. Still, your now glassy eyes were filled with hope as you perched up on the tips of your toes to get a better look down the dock. Then, a shuttered breath, a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, escaped your anxiety riddled body.

There he was.

Loki.

And before you knew it, your little legs were carrying you down the dock as you started to run towards him. The anxiety that filled your chest was quickly replaced by relief and then a level of affection you couldn’t yet acknowledge. You just felt it swell in your heart as you noticed that he now saw you. His beaming smiling was blinding, and you were just so thankful to see it! So much so, you leapt straight into his outstretched arms, your head burrowing into his chest as he wrapped his long, strong arms around you.

There was no fear. No anxiety. It was only him and his warmth and the realization that you never wanted to be without it ever again.

“Don’t worry, little one. I am here.”

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Little Realizations

Summary: Reader is short and gets anxiety around people who are much taller; ie: Loki.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: ~2100

More of my work on my masterlist. Yes this is a repost from my other blog cuz tumblr is garbage.

You weren’t one to be scared or intimidated very easily. As the prized assistant to Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, and in essence, the assistant to the Avengers, there isn’t much room for fear. But there was something about tall people that just made you nervous. It was something you always experienced, ever since you were a child and it only got worse as you got older. It made the job of working with the Avengers a challenge as most of the heroes were over six feet tall.

And you? You were a little over five feet and that was being generous. Very generous. The pain from having to perpetually crane your neck, looking up at the super soldiers and God was real. Climbing on the kitchen counters, and honestly anything, was a daily occurrence. Then, there was Tony’s relentless jokes and using your head as an armrest. Everyone constantly reminded you of your small stature. Thankfully, it never really bothered you and you owned your height with pride.

That is until you around someone much taller than you. You’re not sure what caused your anxiety to skyrocket around taller people. Something about them towering over you, looking down at your small frame, always made your heart race and your legs pull you far, far away. Much of it didn’t make sense. Like being afraid of the Avengers. They were the world’s heroes, and even though many of them had a ‘colorful’ past, you knew deep down in your heart they wouldn’t hurt you. Steve doesn’t even swear, for Pete’s sake, and Thor is pretty much a walking teddy bear. What is there to fear? But, even still, your palms would get sweaty, and you would thickly swallow in most of the teams’ presence. Yet, you pressed on. It was your job after all!

That didn’t change when you met Thor’s brother, Loki, the God of Mischief himself. You were introduced to him the very first day he moved into the Avenger’s Tower. Thor’s voice was booming as he called your name from across the room, dragging his rather reluctant younger brother with him to greet you.

“Y/N this is my brother, Loki! He will be staying here in the tower and joining the Avengers!” Thor’s large hand slapped his younger brother’s back, and Loki’s eyes just about scratched his brain they rolled back so hard.

“Loki, don’t be rude!” Thor lectured, “Say hello to our dear Y/N.”

And then your eyes connected. He was so tall! Thor was just a bit taller than him, but Loki’s sharp features and painted on scowl made him that more intimidating. All breath left you as his crystal blue eyes bore into your very soul. You couldn’t help but shift nervously on your feet and even take a cautious step backwards. It took all your resolve and restraint not to listen to your heart that thudded wildly in your chest and hightail it out of there. Of course, Loki noticed all of this.

“Hello, dear Y/N” he said dryly, eyes narrowed. You could only manage a barely passable squeak of a greeting before you excused yourself and quickly left the room.

“So, what do you think?” Thor jabbed his younger brother with his elbow, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

“What is there to think?” Loki scoffed, “Another mortal who hates me.”

Loki feigned indifference, but the dejection in his tone was positively dripping. And Thor heard it. The truth was, Loki was looking forward to meeting you. Thor had talked about you constantly, insisting that you and Loki would make a good match. Of course, Loki pretended to not be interested in what his older brother had to say and even made sure to act annoyed for extra measure. But he was intrigued by tales of your wit, your humor, and your tender heart. Then he finally met you and you were the most enchanting, stunning creature he had ever laid eyes on in his thousand years of life. Seeing your small stature just warmed his heart. He just wanted to lift you up and cradle you in his arms. Norns, you were adorable!

And you were frightened of him. Of course, you were. Why would something so beautiful, so sweet, ever be interested in him? The word monster repeated relentlessly in his mind like a masochistic record player. Loki did his best to maintain a stone-cold façade, but Thor saw right through it as he always has. His younger brother was heartbroken.

“They don’t hate you, Loki.” Again, Loki sneered, clearly not believing what Thor was telling him.

“No, truly, Brother. They just aren’t….” Thor paused, choosing his next words carefully, “Comfortable around people of our stature.”

“Stature? Like us being Gods?”

“No, our height, Loki. They aren’t comfortable around people significantly taller than them. I have known them for some time, and it took quite a while for them to be near me without fear.”

Loki only hummed thoughtfully in response. The gears in his intelligent mind were turning as he started to scheme. So, there is still a chance to get to know you. Maybe even court you. One step at a time, Loki.

Opportunity struck a few days later in the community kitchen. There, Loki saw you, on the very tips of your toes as you tried to reach for a mug on one of the very highest shelves. The prized mug was just out of your reach and just as you started to crawl your way up on the counter for better leverage, Loki appeared by your side. His tall stature suddenly by your side made you squeak in surprise and slip right off the counter. Large hands, Loki’s large hands, gripped you tight and saved you from the certain doom of a three-foot fall.

After seeing your crazed, alarmed eyes, he immediately let you go once you were safely on the ground and held his hands up in defense. Without saying anything, he reached up and effortlessly grabbed your cherished mug and held it out to you. You eyed him suspiciously, still weary of how tall and intimidating he was, but you did not miss the softness in his eyes. It gave you a small bit of comfort and confidence to give him a closer look.

First, you saw his hair; long, luscious black locks that had you envious. You immediately noticed how they slightly curled at the end, and it was oddly cute. Then, you saw the sharp lines of his cheekbones. It was strange; the sudden feeling to want to run your hands over them. Next, was his lips. Your eyes trailed the curve of his cupids bow and you briefly wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked. He must have caught you staring because a grin started to spread on his face. It was a grin that made your heart, if only for just a moment, do a little flip and for once, it wasn’t out of fear.

Slowly, you reached forward and took the mug from his outstretched out. Briefly, your fingers touch during the exchange, and you could have sworn that you heard his breath hitch. Loki could have sworn his heart stopped.

You gifted your mug savior with a little smile and a whispered thank you. Loki all but melted at the gesture. You were so precious!

“You’re welcome, little one.” Any other time someone called you little, you would have had their head. But when Loki said it, you couldn’t help the rosy flush that came to your cheeks. Quickly pouring yourself a cup of the community coffee, you left the kitchen, hoping he didn’t see your flustered state.

Of course, he did, and he was glad. Now, for the next part of the plan.

A few days later, you decided to review some files in the community living area of the Tower. Anything to avoid staring at the four walls of your office for another second. Not that you were getting much work done. These past few days, all you could think about was Loki. The softness in his eyes, the adoration and reverence were burned in your memory. Frankly, you thought it was so odd. He didn’t really know you, so why would he look at you that way? And why were you shinning your own heart eyes back at him over a stupid mug?

So, when you saw him sitting there on the couch, reading a book, you took it as an opportunity. You approached him cautiously, clutching your files close to your chest. The familiar pang of anxiety swelled within your body when you saw his long legs and his overall large build but standing next to him actually made you a bit taller than him for once. It gave you a confidence boost, as silly as it was. What do you even talk to a God about anyways?

“Yes, little one?” Loki said, pulling you from his thoughts. His eyes never left his book and the smirk on his face made you wonder if he figured out the cause of your little confidence boost.

“Uh,” You shifted nervously on the balls of your feet, “What are you reading?”

“Some Midgardian named Shakespeare.” He paused for a moment, then looked up to you, “Would you like to join me?”

You weighed your options. You could go sit somewhere else, or even leave the room. But he was looking at you with those soft eyes again and something in them, something indescribable, told you that you could trust the God of Lies. So, much to your surprise, you plopped down next to him. And even more surprising, you didn’t work at all. Instead, you talked to him for hours about anything and everything and you didn’t want it to end. When you finally had to leave, the second you were gone, you realized you missed him already. Little did you know, he missed you too.

For the next week, your thoughts were consumed by Loki. He was the first thing you thought about when you woke up, and your last thought about at night. Every time you entered a room, you found yourself looking for him. But, for the last week he was nowhere to be found. Later, you discovered that he had joined the Avengers on their most recent mission. You were surprised because Tony had told he that he was going to keep Loki in the tower for a while, saying he wasn’t trustworthy out in the field. Well, apparently that plan changed quickly.

Even though Loki is a master sorcerer and literally a God, you couldn’t help but worry about him. What if he got injured? Would the team help him, or would they leave him to suffer and die alone? They didn’t trust him; it was clear with every unspoken word and uneasy reaction. They treated him differently due to their troubled and complicated history. Maybe this was the true reason why they took him on a mission so early…to set him up for failure. You loved your job, adored the Avengers, and thinking like this made you sick, but the anxiety that filled your mind and your heart was toxic.

So, when you heard the Quinjet land after over a week with the team being gone, you took off to the landing dock as quickly as your little legs could take you. It was routine for you to meet with at least Tony after a mission to help with debriefing, so no one questioned you being there. But they did notice you extra…enthusiasm.

One by one, the Avengers left the jet and walked down the dock. You saw all the familiar faces, but one. The lump in your throat started to suffocate you as you thought the worst. Still, your now glassy eyes were filled with hope as you perched up on the tips of your toes to get a better look down the dock. Then, a shuttered breath, a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, escaped your anxiety riddled body.

There he was.

Loki.

And before you knew it, your little legs were carrying you down the dock as you started to run towards him. The anxiety that filled your chest was quickly replaced by relief and then a level of affection you couldn’t yet acknowledge. You just felt it swell in your heart as you noticed that he now saw you. His beaming smiling was blinding, and you were just so thankful to see it! So much so, you leapt straight into his outstretched arms, your head burrowing into his chest as he wrapped his long, strong arms around you.

There was no fear. No anxiety. It was only him and his warmth and the realization that you never wanted to be without it ever again.

“Don’t worry, little one. I am here.”

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