#they would literally not need to change their clothes whatsoever

[koskela-knights]

Consider, a Tucker & Dale vs Evil AU/Crossover

Since 8 December this AU/Crossover idea has been living inside my head and now that I remember the Koskelas earlier concept art, it just drove home the idea even more.

The AU/crossover would probably be about the Koskelas as they try to have a peaceful, fun holiday in the woods but then Evil strikes, the Cult of the Tree being a separate thing from them and the Koskelas being misinterpreted as some dangerous killers by a group of outsiders/youngsters (the Bookers). (wow it's almost the same plot/s)

[cusimmrbrightside]

I have always liked the idea of the school for mutants being very literally a school, and I know yes it is but I mean in the sense of if you want to be an X-men, you have to be a teacher. They have exams at the end of years, they have Ofsted checks (for those who don’t know what they are, it’s essentially people coming to check that the school is good at being a school) and they have teachers for every subject, which brings me to my next point;

“I’m Right You’re Wrong, Here’s What The X-Men (‘97 specifically) Would Teach As Subjects”.

(Also this is based off of UK school system but I use American terms like “seniors” and “AP” and “Midterms”)

Maths Teacher Gambit is surprising, for a guy most assume to not being entirely smart, an idiot goof off who’s the comedic relief. But you need to know numbers to gamble, and that he does with being very well versed in mathematics way past an AP level. He’s made the promise for every senior class that he will teach them to play blackjack on the final day, and has only ever lost once. Which is when the rule of “no betting real money” came into place.

English teacher Jean reminds me of the kind of teacher who would let the social outcasts into her class for their lunch breaks. The kids more likely to be bullied and she will fight tooth and nail to make sure those kids bullies don’t come into that classroom. they’re loud and shout and shouldn’t really be in there but no one has to know and she certainly won’t be telling them to leave any time soon.

Physics teacher Magneto is very specific to my highschool experience I’ll be honest. I had a physics teacher who was an actual Dr with a PHD and he hated being there. His classroom has (well, had since the building was knocked down about 5 years ago now) this one cabinet that was never fully shut, it was always open just about an inch or two, and he’d stand with his foot hovering just above it and then slam down on it whenever we got too loud so the noise would shut us up. That’s very magneto coded. Erik Lehnsherr would purposefully make the cabinet always a little open so he can do that.

Biology teacher morph is just a funny concept, a person whose physical form and change and morph into just about anything. They are considered one of the “fun” teachers, you could easily convince them to let you watch a movie all class as long as it was biology centred, but with classics like Osmosis Jones, you’re not stuck watching a documentary about animals giving birth.

Chemistry teacher Storm does not fuck about with children’s education. She is not strict by any means whatsoever, she just will not bend to someone saying they want to watch a film or should do a practical instead of theory. She has a set curriculum. She knows what she will be doing by the first week of the summer holidays and already has the room set up all pretty and organised.

Geography teacher Scott has the unfortunate job of telling his students that, they just won’t be looking at memorising country flags and politics. But hey!! Rocks are cool!! Beach shores are cool! Lake formations are cool! He’s the vice principal and designated nerd teacher. He once beat the elite four for a student on their copy of Pokémon Red because the student promised they’d do well in their midterms. Yes, he was in his 30s when the game came out, he doesn’t care.

History teacher Logan is a walking fun facts book. He’s exhausted, goes on smoke breaks on every gap of time he has, dislikes his job and will randomly get passionate about one specific topic, and will then dedicate his next 4 classes to that topic. Having been through a lot of modern history with personal experiences, he’s able to bring a lot of souvenirs to show his classes. Bullets, helmets, clothes he once wore hundreds of years ago, his personal memories of basic inventions like the vaccine.

PE (physical education) teacher Rogue is full of fun sports games, you can join any kind of sports team you can imagine and if you ask nicely enough, she’ll put Just Dance on a projector in the sports hall so you can just play that instead of actually play an actual sport. As long as you leave her class exhausted and without time to have a shower before your next class then she’s succeeded in making whoever your next teacher is absolutely miserable (bonus points if it’s Logan with his enhanced sense of smell).

Art teacher jubilee does believe that there is a right way to critique art. And she can be a little in your face about it. She does think you can have wrong opinions especially when it comes to your own art. If she overhears you saying you didn’t something wrong, she’ll scream into a megaphone “adapt, improvise, overcome!”. There are no mistakes! She’s eccentric, bubbly, creative and brilliant, the only one suited for the job.

It wouldn’t be a school without budget cuts. That’s why Nightcrawler is both the languages and religions teacher and he’s beloved at both. He comes up with roleplay scenarios the students can play to help learn their chosen languages, he has varied religious texts in his room and when he says to the students “I’ll pray for toy during exam season” he’s not actually joking.

(I forgot about Hank I’m actually going to cry he’s one of my favourites and I forgot about him. He’ll be in pt two or smth.)

[intromortal]

MAKING OUT WITH FRESH OUT OF THE SHOWER HEE !

PAIRING: lee heeseung and kinda shy!reader

WARNINGS: hee is a menace, making out, grinding, not proofread sorey

a/n: this was an ask but i'm a dumbass and deleted the entire post

you were hanging out at heeseung's place like usual, lazily scrolling through your phone while he took a quick shower. this was routine for you.

except he usually came out changed in a fresh set of clothes and hair barely damp. definitely not with red strands completely wet, dripping on his very naked shoulders and torso and with a white towel loosely wrapped around his hips, hanging so low you could start to see the shape of a v form.

you didn't mean to ogle, truly. but the way rivulets of water ran close to his brown perked nipples and on his chiseled abs, following the defined lines they created, had you simply salivating.

you cast away your gaze shamefully once you realized what you were doing, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

you cleared your throat with difficulty as he kept moving around his room, opening drawers in search of something to change in with all the ease in the world, like he had no rush to cover himself whatsoever.

“uhm… can i maybe ask why you’re literally naked right now,” you interrogated, a hint of irritation in your tone. not that you minded the view obviously, you thought it would come quite in handy during lonely nights when you needed to get yourself off actually. but it was also not gonna help your blossoming feelings for the man in front of you.

“i just forgot to bring clothes with me when i went in,” he deadpanned, shrugging his shoulders while his eyebrow lifted playfully at you.

“you could’ve just asked me to hand you some, you know.” you were doing anything in your power to avoid his gaze. or better yet, the sight of his glistening skin. “i’m sure i could’ve found everything for you in no time.”

definitely faster than how long he was taking anyways.

“oh, so you just wanted to rummage through my drawers then,” he said, finally grabbing a pair of underwear and sweats. “nasty girl.”

you gasped at his accusation, hand slapping over your mouth. “i literally never said that,” you whined, dropping your phone on the bed and sitting straight with your hands covering your face, nails close to digging in your eyebrows at just how humiliated you were starting to feel.

“okay, then i have to assume you don’t like the view.”

you made the mistake of snapping up your head towards him to deny this accusation too, coming face to face with his back.

and well, entire naked butt as he was putting his grey boxers on.

you shrieked, dropping your entire body back on on the bed, catching his attention and making him burst out laughing at your dramatics.

you felt the mattress dip as he put one knee on the bed, his hands coming down to grab your legs to manhandle you underneath him.

you let your eyes wander down to his broad chest again, muscles tightening under the shakes of his full fledged laughs. they slowly but surely started to die down, his shoulders no longer shaking. he quirked his head to the side in silence as he stared at your reddened face. you were once again avoiding eye contacts at all cost, focused on his midriff.

“you like them that much?” he teased, a toothy smirk on his face as he tightened the muscles of his torso to enhance the shape.

“oh my god, lee heeseung, please put some clothes on,” you begged, finally meeting his eyes, surprised to find his pupils blown out beyond what you had ever seen them be.

he kept his eyes on you, enamored with the way your eyes flickered down involuntarily to his lips every so often, rosy tongue peeking out to wet your own pouty ones.

he gently cradled your cheek in his palm, searching for any hint of actual discomfort in your gaze, the other arm keeping him hovering over you.

“can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly, his voice dripping with lust.

you felt like time stopped for a few moments. your breath was stuck in your throat and you thought you couldn't form any comprehensible sounds to save your life, but proved yourself wrong when you let out neediest please you could have ever mustered up, speaking before you even registered the word leaving your mouth.

his soft lips crashed on yours in an instant, desperate right off the bat as he sneaked a hand up your shirt to caress the overheated skin of your waist, his cold touch sending shivers down your belly to your core.

he pinched you lightly and the sudden pain made you yelp, leaving enough room for his tongue to sneak in your mouth, sensually lapping at your own.

despite the initial rush, he slowed down, deciding instead to take his time savoring your sweet taste.

he took note of the way your thighs pressed against each other under him, and he roughly grabbed a fistful of your plush skin to push your legs apart. you gasped and took a moment to regain your breath, chest heaving up and down from the feverish kiss.

once he made enough room for himself between your thighs, he lowered his body flush against yours and ground his throbbing, clothed cock against your core —pretty panties on full display since the skirt you wore rode up from all the movement. you threw your head back at the contact you were desperately wishing for, a strangled moan leaving your raw lips.

he kept grinding against you, his mouth latching on your neck— a messy trail of spit following in its wake, starting from your clavicle and finding its rest behind your ear.

“please, hee, fuck.” you slid one of your hands in his hair, pulling a few strands and eliciting from him the sexiest moan you had ever heard in your life, his teeth moving to gently nip your earlobe.

“please what, baby,” he panted hotly against your ear, voice raspy and lower than usual. “please put your clothes on?” he mocked you, a sly grin overtaking his features as he slowly moved to stand up.

“no no, hee please touch me,” you begged pathetically, grabbing his hand to stop him from standing up.

a second passed before he pushed your body forward on the bed once again, lowering himself so his face was close to your clothed cunt, the fabric glued to your skin from how drenched you were.

"so wet from just a little kissing and grinding," he snickered, breath fanning over your mound. “touch you where?” he let his head rest on one of your thighs, gaze flicking up to you to hold eye contact as he spoke. “tell me what’s in that pretty little head of yours and i promise i will make it all come true.”

[mythicmanuscripts]

"Sidenote: I'm now picturing a situation where Jace edges himself before the wedding because he's far too horny to do nothing. When he stops for the last time, he just lays there for a while trying to make sure he doesn't accidentally cum. But then he gets out of bed to change into sleep-clothes and while he's doing this, his shirt grazes his cock and then next thing he knows he's collapsing on the floor and cumming so hard he can't even get up for a while. Maybe after this he panics and goes to you? Or even calls a servant to fetch you and you find him on the floor, still unable to get up? Just a thought lads..."

OMG PLEASE -- i feel like the second option would be even more intense! literally how do you come up with these things you're a genius

Alright lads gather round time to further the sub!Jace agenda and especially the sensitive!Jace agenda! I love sensitive!Jace so so much I can't explain why it just works so well?

Anyway, NSFW subby and very sensitive Jace below the cut! It starts out angsty but I promise it ends well!!!

So for context on this blog we subscribe to the agenda that Jace comes very very easily and quickly but also he gets SO sensitive afterwards? Like he can't handle any stimulation on his cock at all after he cums it does not feel good whatsoever it is just way too sensitive. He also tends to feel a pretty big dip in adrenaline after he cums and it leaves him feeling so unsettled and just generally bad about himself? He'll often just end up hugging a pillow and crying for a little while.

Because of all of the above, he never really masturbated. Of course he went through puberty and obviously there were times when he definitely horny and couldnt ignore it so he would jerk off then but he always ended up crying himself to sleep afterwards. He also accidentally discovers edging through this. He'll jerk off until he's about to cum and then stop because he doesnt want the overstimulation and comedown drop after he cums. So he often will just edge himself a few times and then stop, not even wanting to cum in the end.

But edging like this is also a pretty big risk. He cums easily normally and so after being edged a few times? Even the smallest stimulation can set him off. He'll have a massive orgasm then and for hours afterwards he'll be shaky and unsteady, feeling so so bad and he's so sensitive that he can't even put underclothes on.

This plan works until he's betrothed to you. You two have great chemistry from day one and Jace loses his train of thought whenever he looks at you.

He's just so easy so fluster? He'll blush bright red and stutter and lose all English capabilities. Make no mistake, he likes it. He really really likes it. You make him feel so nice and so safe and he knows you'll be as gentle as he needs you to be when youre eventually married.

However, before you get married there's a few weeks of you two being betrothed but not yet married. You spend time together and get to know each other but obviously you are expected to wait until marriage to do literally anything.

All of this causes some issues for poor Jace because for the first time he is so horny that he just can't calm down? He keeps on trying to distract himself but the problem was that he just couldn't stop thinking about you.

So one night he realises he won't be able to sleep if he doesn't at least touch himself so he edges himself a few times. It feels good, of course it does, but he knows he can't cum like this or he'll be feeling horrible because of how desperate he is.

The plan goes fine at first, he edges himself multiple times and by the end he's literally panting out your name despite you not even being in the room. When he stops, he lays there for a while to try and calm down and then gets up to get dressed. When he picks up his shirt it grazes over his cock and he's done for. He cums so hard that he falls down, keeling over. It's so intense and by the time it's over he's just curled up in a foetal position on the floor, shaking.

He tries to get up, and he just can't. Realising how weak he is makes him feel even worse about himself and it's just one spiral after another. He had been laying there for almost 10 minutes when a servant comes in. Obviously the poor servant is very shocked and worried. They try to come closer to help him up but he yells at them to stay back, and then they ask if they should call the maesters. Jace turns that down too, and without thinking he asks the servant to go fetch you.

You're extremely confused when a panicked servant knocks on your door and tells you to run to Jace's quarters. You go of course, and you're so worried when you get there to find Jace curled up on his floor, seemingly naked with a shirt hanging loosely and unbuttoned on his shoulders.

When you call his name, he looks up at you and there are tear stains running down his cheeks. He tries to sit up and seem alright but you don't give him the chance. Without thinking you just sit down next to him and gently pull him into your lap. He goes so easily, curling up in your lap with his head on your shoulder.

You realise he doesn't have underwear on and that there appears to be dried cum on his thighs and stomach. You don't address it because he's clearly upset and overwhelmed and you're worried if you mention it then he might get self-conscious and tell you to leave.

So instead you just sit there for a bit, letting him calm down while you rub his back. After a little while he starts mumbling something and it takes you a moment to realise he's mumbling 'sorry'.

"None of that now," you tell him gently, giving him a little squeeze, "If I didnt want to be here I'd leave. Okay? You have nothing to be sorry about, just focus on calming down for me."

The added 'for me' at the end seems to cause something to shift in him? He nods and starts to take slow deep breaths, clearly putting effort into feeling better. You praise him for it and continue to rub his back.

When he starts to squirm a little bit in your lap you finally ask him if he wants to tell you what happened. Asking this prompts him to blush bright red and hid his his face in your neck. You give him a few moments and then he finally speaks.

"Touched myself," is the first thing you hear, which is an immediate relief to you because it means whatever happened Jace did to himself and no one else was in there hurting him.

You nod and wait for him to continue. It takes nearly 15 minutes to get the actual full story out of him because he keeps on mumbling and not wanting to speak about it directly and his poor little brain is still a little scrambled. But eventually you manage to understand that he was jerking off and he topped before he came a few times, and then he accidentally came after that and it knocked the wind right out of hm.

"Always like this," he says to you afterwards, "can't, can't be normal about it. Always sensitive after, too sensitive."

That gives you the full picture and then you understand. In response you just give him a little squeeze and thank him for calling you to help him.

Eventually he manages to gather the strength required to be able to stand and walk to the bed with your help. You fetch him a damp warm cloth to clean himself with but the moment he tries he just immediately starts crying again. He pulls his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.

You eventually convince him to move his legs down and let you do it instead. The poor thing whines and pants as you gently clean him and you feel so so so bad for him. You also feel bad because you're touching him somewhere you know he wanted to wait until marriage for but you don't have much of a choice because he can't do it himself and you know he needs it.

Once he's cleaned up, you pull the blanket over him and run a hand through his hair. You tell him to wait there and you'll be right back.

You return with some food and water you fetched from the kitchen and also a book from your own quarters. The smile he gives you come back into the room is enough to make you want to marry him right then and there.

He eats the food you give him and drinks all the water you give him and when you offer to read to him to help him calm down he starts crying again. But this time it's happy tears because he realises his future wife is absolutely perfect for him.

Slight sidenote to end off: The very first sexual thing you do with Jace is before your marriage and it's a soft handjob while he hides against your shoulder. He's seated next to you in the bed with his leg closest to you picked up and across your lap so you can have easy access. He hides in your neck and shoulder and whines and whimpers as you stroke him. When he cums he cries and thanks you over and over.

He even takes your hand and licks all the cum off it because of course he must his future wife clean up. Once you clean him up properly he begs to return the favour and that's how he ends up between your thighs eating you out. It very quickly becomes his favourite method of stopping the intense comedown. Absolutely no room for sadness when he's literally eating pussy. Not allowed to be sad there, absolutely not.

[dipperscavern]

hi dippy 😇😇

potion brewing: jon snow & becoming a father for the first time!

sshireens the father of my children. HI :3 hope you enjoy!!

you can fight me, this man is the best at helping you throughout pregnancy. i would even daresay rank him above cregan… yes. i would. because jon just knows, without you having to say it aloud. even if you brush him off, saying you’re fine, he’s massaging your aching muscles anyways. and it was exactly what you needed.

don’t even think about being embarrassed in front of him. he may bomb russia (wait that’s me sorry) (anyways) he does not care whatsoever. you need help walking to the bathroom? done. a foot rub? he’s pulling your feet into his lap before you can even blink. clothes sewn wider and looser for your growing belly? done. help getting dressed/out of bed in the mornings? DONE DONE DONE IDC FIGHT ME.

speaking of your changing body, he thinks you’re the most attractive thing to ever walk this earth, pregnant and all. and don’t even think about a halt in intimacy, you’re getting it tongiht! (but there is a change in how it’s done as time goes on, he doesn’t wanna hurt you) (aka head between the thighs 25/8)

is there the entire time with you during birth if you wish him to be. no, he’s not leaving, yes he’s got you, you’ve got this. literally boom shakalaka in the birthing room, jon’s presence is calming.

would hold his babe so tenderly. gazes down at them, and he can’t believe something so pure coukd come from him. and he thanks you everyday for what you’ve given him.

i feel like parenting just comes so naturally to jon. his kid is climbing all over him like a jungle gym, and he doesn’t even blink. just shifts to aid them so they don’t fucking fall.

and he loves teaching them. to shoot, to ride, to wield a sword, to govern, he’s (somehow) a master at it all. and no — jon doesn’t have favorites. he endured too much preferential treatment at catelyns hands, he wouldn’t subject his children to that too, even if only the slightest.

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-five of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim makes sure to not take any longer than a week to plan an actual first date for Kon because he doesn’t want Kon to think he’s lost interest in him and also wants him out of that damn lab yesterday, so spending a lot of time with him while aggressively buying him material things and whatever else he wants to slowly ease things into apartment-buying territory–or cul-de-sac-buying; Tim still hasn’t ruled out the cul-de-sac–seems like the pragmatic approach. 

His operating concept of "slow" is Bart-level at best right now, admittedly. 

Probably that’s actually Bart's fault, Tim decides. Probably definitely, actually. Hanging out with a speedster is rubbing off on him. 

Hopefully it’s also rubbing off on Kon. 

. . . Tim should’ve phrased that differently. Very, very differently. 

Kon shows up five minutes early for their date–no cats up any trees this time, Tim guesses–and Tim nearly self-immolates at the sight of him. He’s wearing dark slacks and a matching vest with shiny black shoes over a sky blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the collar at best half-buttoned, and also layered black leather and silver chain bracelets and a couple of rings. He even changed out the omnipresent gold hoop in his ear for a dangling silver earring. 

Tim technically recognizes all of the clothes and accessories that Kon is wearing right now, because he bought them all for him himself. He even saw Kon try them all on, if not specifically together. There are absolutely no surprises in his outfit whatsoever. Tim suggested that earring to him, even.

The delicate lines of soft brown eyeliner that are bringing out his eyes and the dark blue nail polish with the barely-there shimmer to it are both definitely a surprise, though. 

Tim doesn’t look good enough for this date, he realizes in resigned dread. Tim has never in his life looked good enough for this date. Full gala-mode Tim Drake would not look good enough for this date, in fact. He wore nice slacks and decent shoes and a turtleneck with a peacoat, and he looks like an absolute schlub next to Kon. 

“Hey there, babe,” Kon says, flashing him a smirk with just the slightest flicker of nervous insecurity in it. Tim cannot actually respond to him with incoherent babbling, but it is very difficult not to. 

“Hi,” he manages, using absolutely every drop of his Undercover 101 training to sound like a normal person. “You look prett–nice! You look nice.” 

Tim might need to take Undercover 102, he’s realizing. 

“You too,” Kon says as his expression just barely softens and the flicker of insecurity, thankfully, fades out of his eyes. Which is clearly a filthy lie but not one Tim is going to call him on right now. Then he bites his lip and grins around it, just a little. “‘Nice’, or . . . ?” 

Smolderingly gorgeous, Tim does not say, because that would sound incredibly stupid and try-hard. 

“Pretty,” he says instead, which is . . . well, a slight improvement. Maybe. Not really. “Uh–pretty nice, I mean! Uh. Hi. Again. I–got you something?”

“You did?” Kon asks, leaning in a little with a flash of surprised curiosity crossing his face. Tim has no idea why he would be surprised, at this point. Like, literally none whatsoever. 

Clearly he needs to buy him more stuff. 

“Yeah,” he says, then holds up the fancy little gift bag in his hand. “Flowers seemed inconvenient since I wasn’t picking you up, so . . .” 

Kon turns red. 

“‘Flowers’?” he echoes awkwardly, then looks incredibly embarrassed to have said anything. 

Note to self, Tim thinks: as soon as he’s picking Kon up from his own place instead of meeting him on random street corners, there’ll have to be flowers. Always flowers. So many flowers. He’ll look up some native Hawaiian ones, maybe. 

“I didn’t wanna make you carry a wilting bouquet to dinner,” he says apologetically, holding out the bag to him. “So, uh, hopefully this’ll suffice for now."

[randomyuu]

A JJK GoYuu fancomic... of a fanfic (read right to left)

You know… despite me getting into JJK fandom this year, I’ve never drawn any JJK characters. (cue me drawing 9 whole-ass comic pages-)

This wonderful fic is titled (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become by @voxofthevoid​. This comic covers chapter 1 scenes.

Beware of the tags, as the fanfic is NSFW. Oh, and also, manga spoilers! Major character and arc spoilers! I’ve read until chapter 4 and no NSFW so far, but still, beware!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43446157/chapters/109219954

I hope you enjoy reading this comic and the fanfic if you decide to!

Update: Chapter 6 scene fanart

More of my random thoughts and an early drawing of GoYuu below:

Have I told you I’m not used to drawing manga as well? Manga panels are pain. PAIN, I tell you. I shouldn’t have done this, but I did. I did, because every time I read the synopsis of this fic I keep picturing manga-like scenes. You should blame me for reading those AllYuu doujinshis.

It was… interesting experience. I was struggling a bit with the balloon consistency, like, do I use white boxes or just italic words for thoughts? Or maybe a balloon with a cloud-like border?

And there’s GoYuu (YuuGo? Idk honestly, don’t care lol) themselves. As I said, I literally have never drawn JJK-related content before. So when I started thinking about the panelling, I realised that I don’t really know how to draw Gojo, even more a thousand-year-old Yuuji. A whole day is spent researching Gojo, Yuuji and Sukuna’s appearances lol. Sukuna’s markings are a problem since I can’t find a full view of his markings. I know I can just finally watch the anime (yes I haven’t watched the anime, only some short clips; yes I know the animation is good, and I really want to watch it but my brain doesn’t want to) or re-read the manga, but I don’t want to ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

After going through Google images, Twitter and Reddit, I whipped up a front drawing of GoYuu as my reference:

Gojo’s is easier because he hasn’t changed from the official (I blatantly eyeballing the character sheet I found haha), but Yuuji is different. Yuuji’s hair is longer; if I recall, there’s no exact description of his clothes. I assume he’s topless due to this description: Messy pink hair, long enough to cover the creature’s nape but not to hide the segmented dark markings running down his back, shifts in the wind.

And halfway through storyboarding, I realised that I have no experience using screen tones. Whatsoever. So off I go searching for a screentone bundle I can freely download and slowly figure my way out after fully lining the page.

And we haven’t even touched perspective, background, achromatic colouring, non-human characters—man, I really bite more than I can chew lmaooo

Ah, the things you would do to satiate that drawing mood ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Also, I hope I’ll have time to draw more fanarts of JJK GoYuu fanfics because they live rent-free in my brain and I need them to get out. Maybe other pairings as well? I like quite a lot of pairings that involve Yuuji. He’s precious, and I love having it shown to me over and over through fanfics.

[leahsgf]

hello!! may i request a dating lottie matthews headcanons list? whenever you have the time!!🫶🩷

dating pre crash lottie matthews

pairings. pre!crash medicated lottie x reader

sorry i took some time away from writing! i’ll be working through requests again now, please bare with me!

also thank you so much for this req! i’m obsessed with all elements of lottie’s character we’ve seen so far - if anyone wants post!crash, adult lottie, or some nsfw headcanons let me know! will be more than happy to write anything you guys think of.

-

lottie is just a ray of sunshine and her whole world just completely revolves around you.

her love language is gift giving, and her absolute favourite thing is to spoil you rotten and shower you in love and affection constantly.

making the most of her parents being away on trips and staying over pretty much every night.

she doesn’t get jealous easily as she trusts you, but she is incredibly protective over you. it’s everyone else she doesn’t trust, and the last thing she’d ever want is for you to be hurt. she would go to any length to prevent that from happening.

you officially own the title of passenger princess. even if you can drive, or something is in walking distance, she will drive you. she insists on it.

getting caught so much together in the locker room that there’s a ban put in place for being in there at the same time unless a game is on. it doesn’t stop you whatsoever.

she full on belly laughs at all of your so unfunny that they’re funny jokes. she loves to see you smile, she’d do anything to see it.

“your smile brings me so much joy i can’t even begin to explain”

one thing that will have her on her knees is you in her clothes. if she thought before that she couldn’t be any more obsessed with you, oh she was so wrong. you once put on her jersey by mistake and when i tell you you did not leave the house for three days.

you love to play with her hair or have her play with yours. you have to choose your moments wisely when you play with hers however as it sends her to sleep as if it’s on queue.

her being so clingy with you, you could literally be on your phone and have your attention redirected for ten minutes tops, and she’ll be dragging you onto her lap, a pout spread across her lips, before peppering kisses along your jaw to bring your attention back to her.

(it was never not on her)

no matter how long you’d been together, she still made you so ridiculously nervous, butterflies swarming inside of you whenever she did as little as blinking in your direction. she finds it unbelievably adorable and uses it to her advantage - teasing you at any given opportunity.

you both love baking together but are collectively horrible in the kitchen. the entire team has had to face the aftermath of your many attempts multiple times. jackie still can’t enjoy cupcakes the same.

the pair of you never shying away from your struggles or hiding them. you are eachother’s biggest supporters and will love one another unconditionally, through everything life may throw at you.

despite going on many, many extravagant dates together, to the most high end restaurants imaginable, the time treasured most together are the quiet, intimate moments that you share.

reading together late at night whilst tucked up in bed. your fingers gently trailing through her hair, silently listening as she reads to you, voice hushed and full of impending sleep.

walking together. your fingers intertwined constantly and your shoulders brushing ever so slightly as you walk, the need for words never once felt - a simple look or tiny change in body language being conversation enough. her thumb caressing your hand lightly to ease the slightest twinge of anxiousness when she knew you needed it.

stargazing together! it had always been something that had fascinated you and therefore, lottie made it her life mission to learn every fact known to mankind about it, to reel off to you in soft whispers as your head lays on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

sleeping and waking up together, the hushed breaths and feather light touches, and the tracing of features when one of you were awake before the other. unconsciously curling into each other and being interwoven together, because even when asleep,

you are both so in love.

oh and lottie in bed? if you started talking about that you don’t think you’d ever stop.

[lipglossanon]

I had sent a while ago a message about Las Plagas! Leon and pheromone perfume (those were literally the only words I sent) but my brain is still stuck on it. Leon coming home from Spain, thinking everything is fine, that there was no lasting damages from Las Plagas, that Luis’ machine worked perfectly. He’s feeling a bit more angry at things he usually would let slide off his back, but that could be the trauma talking. He’s a bit more sensitive to smell and lights, but he figures he’s either overstimulated or that he got a minor concussion at some point, so it doesn’t worry him. What /does/ start to worry him is the uptick in thoughts he’s been having about you. He’s been in love with you for a long ass time, probably longer than his emotionally constipated ass realized, and youve always drove him wild. But now, it feels all-consuming. Every thought seems to connect back to you in some way- and I mean every thought. When he is eating, he thinks about you and if you are properly eating, if he should learn to cook better (I headcannon that Leon is a terrible cook. Like just barely good enough to make scrambled eggs) so that he can make sure your fed properly, what diet is best for fertility -wait, what? Then he goes to get dressed, and he’s thinking what clothes you like, what would make you attracted to him, what would be easiest for you to tear off him so he can breed you- he’s got to get his hormones under control!

It continues like this all day: when he wins a spar, he’s thinking how impressed you’d be at how well he can protect you, when he reads his emails he wonders if you’re doing the same and how he could provide for you so you’d never have to read one again if you hate it. It’s been a week since he’s been back, and he’s seen you a few times since this madness started (and has to hide his hard cock every time he sees you or smells your scent. He’ll never admit to jacking off while face deep in the shirt he wore when you hugged him. He also will never admit to then humping said shirt to get the scent of you on his dick). But today you’re coming over and you said you got a new perfume and you wanted to see if it he liked it since he said scents were bothering him more lately (his heart warmed at the thought of you changing your perfume just to make him more comfortable. His dick also harden at the sweetness of it but he doesn’t want to acknowledge just how desperate and pathetic that makes him feel). The only problem? Your new perfume says that it’s also pheromone based. You didn’t notice/care, since you figured that was a bullshit selling point, but the scent was nice and lighter than all the others you smelt, and honestly you were getting a headache from all the smells so you just went with it. And for a normal person, thatd be it. The pheromones really wouldn’t have any impact whatsoever. But Leon isn’t normal, not anymore, not after Las Plagas.

So you walk to Leon’s door and knock, and he’s already tucking his dick up into his waistband because the thought of you in his territory, no den, fuck no, home- where you’ll smell like him and get his space to smell like you is making his dick leak precum. And when he opens the door, smells you with higher pheromones, smells just how perfect you are, something in his brain just snaps and tells him that your perfect little cunt would feel like home for his fat dick and all the cum in his balls <3 he whines desperately with just the smell, making you worried. You walk into his house, and you put a hand on his arm in concern, wondering what’s going on, only for Leon to let out the most pathetic and panty ruining moan you’ve ever heard. Just a single touch from you and he’s no longer thinking with his big brain, it’s his dick (and the Las Plagas) talking now. And boy do they talk.

“Please, fuck, smell so good. Need it, need it, need you. Please please, I’ll do anything, just lemme, lemme, fuck nngh, want that pussy, wanna breed you, know youll take it s’good, take it so good for me, be the best mommy f’me. Uh-huh, you’ll be the best, cunts gotta be perfect, gotta be s’wet and sweet and pretty. Perfect lil mate. Lemme breed you, lemme make you a mommy, do anything for you, ‘m the best mate for ya, can protect, can breed, just lemme show you”

Depending on how far down the monster fuckjng rabbit hole you want to go, you can either just have him cum loads that would put a firehouse to shame every time he cums, or having him cum both semen AND some eggs. All I know is that Leon loves you, and wants you to be his perfect little mate as he traps you anywhere and everywhere as he breeds you until he has nothing left to give 🥰

Much love, 🐶 anon

🐶 anon!!!! 😩 😩

You’re a gem , a complete an utter Diamond in my inbox every time I see one of yours asks!! 💜 💜

Yes 👏 to all of this!! 😤😤

He’s so unhinged and just babbling what sounds like nonsense but you can’t think with your legs tossed over his shoulders as he fucks you dumb on his cock 🥴

Like I’m definitely okay with monsterfucking 🤭 god and you’d be so full of cum and eggs that Leon’s going crazy with how much he loves stuffing you full 🥵 🥵

Bless you 🐶 anon 🙏

[cannedbeefaroni]

Fuck it i'm doing my own Edward Nashton NSFW headcanons

i need to put my hot takes into the world you all must hear this:

I do not think he's a virgin. I think he's had sex before but it probably sucked. I'd imagine he was sick of not getting any action, so he payed for an escort to take his virginity. After doing so, he realized that having sex didn't fundamentally change anything, and he was still the same sack of shit he felt like before

He most definitely edates. 100%. At the very least I'd imagine he did so in the late 2000's and early 2010's, but gave up because he didn't feel like his relationships would go anywhere beyond being online. He most likely is better at sexting and phone sex over doing literally anything physical.

He is either gay or bi/pan/poly/omni. I cannot imagine this guy being straight.

He is a switch. Either extremely submissive or extremely dominant. No in between whatsoever.

He is obsessed with sucking dick/pussy. Mans just wants to put his mouth on some genitals. He will crawl on his hands and knees, whimpering and begging to give head.

He has a panty/underwear fetish. He's the kind of person who will steal someone's underwear from their laundry to sniff and use as a cumrag.

He's into voyeurism. He enjoys watching people have sex, masturbate, undress, you name it. He also masturbates in public bathrooms and honestly where ever he can, to fulfill his fantasies of having sex in public. He's a bit of a creep like that

I feel like a lot of girls would think he's cute and flirt with him, but he always reject them coldly because he thinks they're trying to toy with him. Someone would have to be extremely forward and persistent to get him to understand that they want him.

I know there are people who will disagree with this, but I would like to think he'd last long in bed. Yeah, he could cum instantly, but he likes to painfully edge himself for hours to satisfy his partner.

This is a given but he watches a fuck ton of porn and masturbates everyday, sometimes multiple times.

He's got a nasty big gigantic fat long penis. Its got veins and ridges. That shit would be flopping and smacking against his stomach when he gets fucked in the ass. he gets shy when his partner points out his monster cock.

He has a pudgy stomach and a fat fupa. also his ass is gargantuan.

He would kill himself just to shove his face in some boobs for a mere few seconds. He needs to touch boobs or else he will die.

Ok here's some more serious and sad headcanons:

If he ever gets a sincerely loving partner, he honestly would probably start reevaluating his life choices. Finding a purpose in life through feeling genuine love would change him forever. It wouldn't fix him, obviously, but it would give him the smallest sliver of hope, which feels so impossible for him. I doubt he'd actually change for the better, but I think he'd gain some self reflection.

He's codependent and actually prefers not to date or have sex in fear of being hurt. He gets attached to people way too easily and mediates it by not even giving himself the chance.

If his partner found out he was the riddler and hated him for it, he would spiral deeper and become worse.

if his partner liked that he was the riddler, he'd probably gain a massive ego and become obsessed with them to the point of the relationship becoming destructive.

And one for good luck:

That riddler costume STINKS. He probably would fuck someone in it BUT NOT ME. He opens his jacket and it smells like the worlds worst fart. If ur into the costume then get a clothes pin for your nose and good luck soldier.

[southern-fried-simpin]

Taking a bath with the Gotham Bois 🛁🧼 | Part 1

A/N: Excluding Bruce because, where I’m at in Gotham, he’s still a child.

Warnings: Implied nudity, baths (obviously), Jerome, teensy bit of nsfw content, fluffy things

Jerome Valeska

“I don’t need a bath!” “You are literally covered in blood.” “NO!” “I’ll get in with you ~”

Boi took his clothes off right there, no shame whatsoever, he absolutely did not care that the blinds were open either

But before you both actually get in the tub he stops in his tracks and just starts rummaging through your cabinets and/or the bathroom closet

Finally he emerges, buck ass naked with a triumphant grin on his face and holding bath bombs, some bath oil, salts and a rubber ducky for each of you because obviously it’s not a proper bath until there’s a rubber ducky, c’mon Y/n get with the program

Congratulations, you have successfully gotten Jerome in the bathtub 🛁

But now you have to actually get him to wash himself and not constantly try to grope whatever parts of you he can get his hands on…Good luck and Godspeed, partner.

Eventually you get him to allow you to wash him if he gets to wash you

And lemme tell you, he is having the time of his life not just because he’s being washed by you, but also because of the bubbles and brightly colored bath bombs

It wouldn’t surprise me if Jerome didn’t get to have fun little bath toys and such growing up so this is lowkey therapeutic for him 🥺🥺🥺

Baths are now a regular occurrence in your household, so just be prepared to repeat this entire process at least once a week

Jervis Tetch

Nervous Boi ™

You asked if he wanted to bathe with you while you were both discussing your plans for that night, assuming he would successfully pull off a heist he had arranged that day.

The kicker? It’s the first time you’ll have been intimate with each other, aside from maybe changing into a disguise in the same room after needing to get the cops of y’all’s trail

The poor man nearly choked

He tried to regain his composure and act all charismatic but he was failing. So. Freaking. Hard.

So spoiler: the heist was successful! Now he just has to calm his nerves before going home to his wonderful Alice!

And there you are when he walks in the door: wearing a fluffy blue bathrobe and you look so cute he has to pretend to clear his throat so you don’t hear the little squeal he let out when he saw you 🥺

So, finally it’s bath time: Bath is setup with some nice oils and some green tea bubble bath (because ya know…tea ☕️) and now you actually get to partake in the lovely bath you’ve drawn! Yay!

However Jervis has suddenly developed some stage fright

“Jervis, is something wrong?” “Oh no, nothing at all dear! I just…um…well-“ “Aw, darling, are you nervous? Here.”

Boom. Robe is gone and so is his stage fright, you have his full attention, and his admiration.

Oh, he can’t believe how beautiful his Alice is. And he’s very vocal about it.

“My darling Alice, I do so wish we had done this sooner, all the flowers in all of Wonderland aren’t nearly as beautiful as you ~”

Cuddles while bathing 🥺

Can and will whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he washes you

He loves the feeling of you washing his hair

He practically purrs when you do it but don’t tell anyone

Loves bathing with you and usually is the one to propose bathing together from then on ❤️

Jonathan Crane

So it’s pretty normal for Jon to be in a constant state of…not dirty but not clean either

He’s more of a quick shower kinda guy and he will usually wash with literally just a bar of soap. Shampoo? Conditioner? Sorry we don’t know her.

Usually you’re okay with it, as long as he doesn’t smell of sweat and fear toxin, but one day you just lose it.

“Let go of me, I’m not finished wi-“ He rambles woefully about his work as you drag him to the bathroom.

He lays eyes on the bathtub and there’s panic in his eyes as he realizes you are now undressing him the way a mother would do her toddler who played in the mud outside. (Don’t worry he’s fine with it he’s just shook atm)

“No! Hey-“ he groaned and ran his fingers frustratedly through his hair “I took a shower yesterday I don’t need anotherAH-“

You pushed him into the bathtub because face it, honey, he wasn’t going to go peacefully

He’s so busy pouting and muttering about how he’s “wasting precious time that could be spent perfecting his toxin” and “Doesn’t even need a bath” that he didn’t even register you undressing until you got in with him

At which point, he fell silent and wasn’t sure what to do when you started washing him, he almost leaned away from your touch but stopped himself

It might take a few minutes for him to stop being so nervous, he’s shy 🥺 What?! No he’s not scared, he’s the Master Of Fear!

He’ll ask if it’s okay for him to wash you before making a move and when you say yes, he suddenly gets this look on his face like he’s this 👌🏼 close to figuring out the answer to a question on jeopardy

And then he immediately shifts from determination and being methodical to a soft gentle boi as he goes to wash your hair 

Btw Wash his hair and then just watch as he becomes completely and utterly relaxed, he’ll literally start purring like a cat

Okay so maybe taking time to bathe isn’t that bad

He’s going to still be a little apprehensive towards baths, just because he’s a workaholic but once you’ve got him on board, he’s happy to get in the tub with you

Edward Nygma (Post-Riddler)

So unlike the other men on this list, it was actually his idea to bathe with you!

In a rare moment of Ed wanting to have a simple, and not an exceedingly extravagant, date with you, he opted for a date night in.

However, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t made the bath itself exceedingly extravagant. 😅

You come home from work, drop your things by the door, too tired to carry anything but yourself to your shared bedroom and gracefully plop onto the bed.

Then, from the bathroom, you hear Ed’s voice: “I hold water, but I have no hands, I run but have no legs, and I am…pretty much required in every house and home…what am I?”

You raise your head exhaustedly, “A bath…or…” you try to not bring down his mood but you’re also so tired. So you walk into the bathroom and there’s your adorable nerd standing next to a bath with rose petals, plenty of bubbles and floofy towels for the both of you 🥺

“It was actually a bathtub, but you were close enough, I suppose.” He is already undressed so the only thing left to do is for you to get undressed and get in the bath together 🥰

Lots of kissing and cuddling ❤️❤️❤️

Also playing with bubbles (it’s you more than Ed, but he’s not complaining)

And of course: facts about bathing and showering 🤓

“So…wait…people in the Middle Ages only bathed four times a year?!” “Yup, after Christmas, on Easter, at the end of June, and the end of September!”

[beanghostprincess]

(Trans women usopp has stolen my heart I think just love women in general ) Usopp Robin and Nami have a nice self care day with just the girls. (Chopper is invited too, they can't say no to him.) They stay in the shower room, they fill the bath and run the showers on hot. They play relaxing music, Nami bought lavender shower steamers, Robin lit candles. Usopp gets sanji to make hors d'oeuvres and fancy drinks he leaves them at the bathroom door. No peeking!

Chopper brought a video transponder snail to watch a movie. Usopp does their hair she's been practicing her braiding. She gave Robin a nice Dutch braid and Nami a mermaid tail. She also curled copper's little tuff of fur on his head, in return robin has been researching how to do textured hair and gave her a French braid and afro puff combo.

While they were relaxing and talking Luffy showed up asking what they were doing? Nami scolds him for coming in knowing that they're all naked and asks why is he even here? and close the door he knows how fast Brooke and Sanji are.

Luffy explained he only came into the bathroom because he needed to poop (no manners whatsoever) and Zoro was using the other bathroom to meditate. Robin and Usopp are not really affected by his antics and just enjoy Nami yelling at him. Luffy being unfazed by her tongue lashing casually sits down and eats the treats Sanji made for them. He doesn't get why it's such a big deal. Like you're just naked, plus chopper is here and he's not a girl and he's seen usopp naked before (granted this was pre-transition but I guess his point still stands)

Robin invites him to join them but lock the door. You may be the exception but the others are not. Despite Nami's protests Luffy has already stripped and jumped in slashing every one ( imagine getting so far in his journey to become the king of the pirates only to die in bathwater). She sighed in defeat and just accepted that he's here, could be worse.

They continue what they were talking about. Nami is learning how to make hail and she made a tornado by accident of course and she's still trying to recreate it.

Usopp learned how to crossbreed one of her poison pop seeds and her thorny pop seats and made a new weapon. She's also trying to make a pleasant smelling corpse plant. She tried roses, lavender and even sage. But nothing works. Nami suggests that maybe she should use tangerines to cross breed.

Robin has been researching about a vase she found, made of wood and clay. Apparently it's from an island that is isolated from the rest of the world. Everything is handmade or out of scratch, their recipes, their clothing even their soaps. All of their food is homegrown and their meat is known as the best meat in the world.

Luffy didn't need any more convincing he got out and commanded Franky to change course to go to find this island. (Sanji and Brooke tackled Luffy demanding every juicy detail of what he saw in there.) Of course everyone had to get out and get to their stations ruining their whole little spa day. Nami was specifically pissed because she's the navigator.

I love women too <- A lesbian.

This is such a cute and adorable idea!!! I love them!!! I've always thought Nami and Robin let Usopp join their girl nights even before coming out bc they've always felt safe around her, and when she came out it wasn't really a surprise to them tbh. Their spa day looks so cozy and relaxing (until they interrupt them)!! It sounds great. They'd do this 100%. And Luffy would stay bc Luffy is Luffy and the concept of intimacy for him isn't really a thing. Plus bold of you to assume he's a man. Non-binary king, that's what he is. Also Chopper staying with them also makes sense and it's extremely cute!!! Sanji is literally dying to go in there lmfao-- Not to make this about Sanuso but I think he waits by the bathroom door like a wet dog to see his girlfriend again. He misses her! Clingy golden retriever.

[peachdues]

peach oh my LAWD phanta 3 was so good 🥺. Would you consider explaining the title a little more? i read the para at the end with it and i kind of got it, but i wanted to pick your brain a little too!

(I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to this pls don’t hate me too much).

First, thank you!! Second, I love this question bc honestly, the Phanta brain rot is still real. More below the cut since I went off lol.

spoilers below.

Almost everything in Phantasmagoria is, well, a phantasmagoria — an exhibition of optical effects and illusions; a constantly shifting complex succession of things seen or imagined.

Nearly every part of the story — character interactions, perspectives, plot points — is distorted in some way, whether it be by Wisteria/alcohol, grief, or just individual stubbornness.

The Wisteria is probably the most obvious example, as it literally distorts Reader’s perceptions of both herself, her environment, and her interactions with others

I was particular with not describing the Reader physically (even beyond her clothing) past that initial scene in Part I when she goes to the Kizuki for the first time with Mitsuri. When she does describe herself, she speaks of herself as a “raving princess” and “effervescent” — but nothing truly descriptive.

Why does it matter? Contrast that with the comments Sanemi makes about how he “wouldn’t have known it was her” (which later we find out is literally true); he also tells her, point blank, she looks gaunt, and she has no reaction whatsoever — not even an internal reaction. That’s the wisteria distorting her self-image, until she finally looks in the mirror at the end of Part II and fully sees herself for the first time in a while — and realizes what it has done.

But the Wisteria distorts other things too, namely, the appeal of the club/rave life that Reader throws herself into. At first, she calls it a paradise — it’s her escape from both her heartache and from herself in general. The club then distorts her perception of others — namely, Sanemi, like when she describes him as “menacing” under the club lights, and yet the flashback that immediately follows is one of the saddest in the series — and it shows that Sanemi is hurting just as much as she is. But the wisteria distorts everything around her, so she’s only seeing what she wants to see. Yet, when the illusion starts to crack, what happens? She panics — she describes the Kizuki as too loud, too claustrophobic; the Wisteria quite literally leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

The other major example of a phantasmagoria in the story is its main theme — grief. Anyone who has been up close and personal with grief can probably attest to the way it quite literally changes how you view everything — even if that means it narrows your perception (I.e. distorts it). Both Reader and Sanemi are grieving significant losses, and those losses make them blind to the other’s suffering in return. It’s not so much miscommunication as it is two kids who were forced to bear the weight of the world way too fast.

That grief then continues to distort their reality, but not in the sense that they’re misremembering events. Everything they say happened, actually happened. Y/N was abandoned by Kyojuro and Sanemi; but she distanced herself from them first, and she also abandoned Sanemi when he needed her. Neither of the boys were there for her while her mother was sick and when she died; but they didn’t know until it was too late. Sanemi did return her feelings 100% at the train station; but he was so overwhelmed and reeling from Genya’s death that he reacted poorly. Sanemi did see Y/N that day at the crosswalk; he just didn’t recognize her. Y/N was isolated after her mother died, but Sanemi was desperately trying to find her the whole time.

Thus, everything happened exactly the way both Y/N and Sanemi said it did, but their grief prohibited them from stepping back and seeing the broader picture — so their interpretation, though objectively true, is still distorted. This translates into other things as well, such as Y/N constantly misinterpreting Sanemi’s motives and efforts to make things right between them, because otherwise, it wouldn’t square with the understanding she has of what happened and why. She thinks he’s using her for convenience; he’s actually letting her use him in any way she wants just so he can have a chance to take care of her. She accuses him of being possessive because he feels entitled to her affection, but he actually loves her (deeply), and is terrified of losing her, because she is quite literally wasting away in front of him. She says he doesn’t care about her, yet she won’t let him. He tries to talk to her about everything right after they start hooking up, yet she refuses to engage. She runs away. She’s cold, and she shuts him down harshly even when he tries to offer her bare minimum affection and care (this also is supposed to contrast with what we know as the Reader, which is that she is still very much in love with him). We also find out that Sanemi spent every other weekend taking flowers to her mother’s grave — again, shattering that illusion she’s created in her mind that he doesn’t care about her.

It’s not until they finally hash everything out in the kitchen at Tengen’s that both realize they’ve been focusing on one narrow part of a much larger picture, and that they’ve both let their grief blind themselves to one another. When Y/N finally steps back and looks at the whole instead of the part, the illusion shatters. Love is the final phantasmagoria. Y/N realizes that she’s mistakenly believed she was running away from love (and thus, Sanemi) only to realize that not only has she been running in circles, but Sanemi has been running opposite of her the whole time. They’re two sides of the same coin; they were bound to crash into one another at some point.

This is just like, a bird’s eye overview of the mind map that I drew out in my journal for Phanta, and I’m sure I’m leaving something out. If y’all have any thoughts, I’m always happy to hear them (seriously).

Thank you for the ask, and I apologize that I went off the deep end lmao.

[dolphin1812]

The weather that Hugo describes feels very indicative of the mood in Paris, with the winds of cholera brewing a storm of popular anger. With respect to Gavroche, though, this is immediately relevant in that it makes him cold (and Magnon’s children are freezing, too). The cold is especially bad since, like his sister, he often goes several days without eating and wears rags.

Watching Gavroche take charge is so cute! He tries to seem so confident in front of the younger kids (saying that having nowhere to sleep isn't a big problem, for instance) even though he’s also suffering. As we saw with Mabeuf earlier, he’s genuinely generous, too. Not only is he helping these children, but he gives his scarf to a poorly clothed girl, demonstrating his general kindness and good nature. The girl’s lack of a response reminds me of the line from before about the Thénardier children not noticing their new siblings because they were too impoverished to be aware of their surroundings. It’s a sad parallel, but it reflects well on Gavroche’s character. And his kindness and confidence work! The kids are soon happier! They’re all still in a horrible situation, but he’s lifted their spirits.

His exchange with Montparnasse is hilarious. He has no respect for him whatsoever. On the one hand, that lack of respect is one of the many gamin traits Hugo listed that Gavroche embodies. On the other, though, it shows his casual familiarity with crime. Montparnasse isn’t scary to Gavroche because he already knows his world, using the same slang and recognizing the people Montparnasse talks about. As for Montparnasse, his ease around Gavroche is a reminder of where he came from. He was a gamin, too, so Gavroche is equally familiar to him. It’s funny to read, but it does indicate that Montparnasse’s life is one of the most likely options for Gavroche’s future if he manages to age out of being a gamin. That Montparnasse seems cool to the young children probably isn’t a good sign for gamins more broadly, either, as he may seem appealing to children with so few options even though he’s horrible.

(And he’s not even that good at crime!)

I love how he warns Gavroche about the officer, though! It’s a kind gesture, and it’s clever! According to Donougher, in the French, there’s assonance with the syllable “deeg” in everything he says (“je te dis,” “ma digue,” “si vous me prodiguez dix gros sous,” “d’y goupiner,” “mardi gras”). 

And we’ve reached the heavily symbolic elephant! Gavroche literally lives in the ruins of empire. Hugo says we can’t know what it means, so in that sense, we should be careful not to overestimate how clear its meanings are, but that he explicitly states that it’s difficult to know also pushes us to search for symbols in it. And it’s not all bad! It’s grand and majestic (maybe even “great!”), like Napoleon I was to Hugo. But it’s also a carcass that’s being worn away by time, and it’s unpleasant to look at for “respectable” people in particular (much like its gamin inhabitants are ignored and looked down on). 

And it’s also been replaced. Hugo frames it as an inevitable change like that of classes, drawing on 19th-century theories of the “natural development” of societies to explain why the elephant’s era ended. The emphasis on ideas over power feels like an indirect criticism of the Napoleons, with the idea of a republic being the progress that their dictatorial power can’t counter. 

That aspect, in general, feels the most significant. Napoleon did some good; his elephant is now a shelter for Gavroche, and his rule inspired many in France by giving them hope that they, too, could advance socially and that their country would be influential. But this is a hollow sort of “good.” The elephant is a shelter, but only because there are homeless children who need it (and, as Hugo points out, it was a real need; the fiction here is based on a real case). France’s empire couldn’t last because it was against republican principles in France and across Europe. If the elephant was in such a bad state so soon after Napoleon I, then, imagine how much worse it would be to bring its idea back with Napoleon III! 

Hugo even says that the good of the elephant came from God, not Napoleon!

Another note: the elephant is for someone that other doors are closed to, once again illustrating the importance of open doors. Gavroche wouldn’t need the elephant if he weren’t a social outcast. His poverty would not be this desperate if people respected him and helped him.

His use of the wire is very creative! But that it’s all from animal enclosures in the Jardin des Plantes drives home that animals have more than he does (and are given more by society). It’s worse than Valjean not having a place to stay when the dog had a house, in a way, because at least the dog was tied to a family in some way, either as a pet or a work animal; the animals of the Jardin des Plantes are there as a spectacle alone, and it’s for that spectacle that they’re given good quality things. His narration is hilarious, but it’s heartbreaking, too.

[erseac]

Right, after complaining about not being able to talk about my WIPs in the tags of that last post, I think I should be the change I want to be in the world and just talk about my WIPs. Feel free to ask questions and/or talk about your own WIPs!

My writing process is that I have a lot of WIPs that I bounce between, and I often don't look at any individual one for months at a time, so these'll just be the ones that are on my mind right now - but this is no guarantee that you'll see any of them any time soon.

Revealatrix

Ladynoir. This has been in the works for a really, really long time, far longer than necessary, but I think I got a way to write the finale that I like now. The basic idea: An Akuma removes people's clothing, including Ladybug and Chat Noir. This leads to sexy times.

Just like "thorny situations", this is one where I feel like the fandom should be full of fics with similar premises since it's so obvious, but somehow it's not, so it's up to me to fix that. A big issue for me is not simply writing Thorny Situations again (more or less) and making it feel distinct. It's also really interesting to do something with a supervillain and action sequences and villain speeches.

Trans!Adrien/Nino

A prompt fill for the ML Kink Meme that has just gotten way too long because these two are cute together and I can't stop writing them being cute together. Adrien has been turned into a girl by an akuma, is very happy, and wants to try out what that means (and eventually discovers that she prefers it and is actually trans). I am rather scared about writing something insensitive by accident, so I'll definitely need a beta reader for this one before publication. But it's fun to write something that is just pure joy for everyone involved.

Nino/Everyone

What it says on the tin. This will be multiple losely connected chapters. So far I have first drafts for Nino/Sabrina (the first one) and Nino/Adrinette. I have solid concepts and some stuff written for Nino/Chloé and Nino/Gang of Secrets (sort of). I have vague ideas for Nino/Kagami and Nino/Marinette (solo). Nino/Lila is going to be the most challenging and fun by far. I literally thought of a vague Nino/Clara Nightingale concept right now. I have no good idea for Nino/Adrien yet but I know the story would be incomplete without it.

While planning this I realised this'll be a weird look into my mind; not (primarily) in a sexy way, just in me showing you what I find funny. I am planning to get weird with this one, in ways that are hopefully entertaining. Nino is great for putting into situations, and this will be all about situations.

Oh, and don't worry: Every chapter will include some sort of Nino/Alya action. And obviously Nino will not be the one who has the most sex in this story, that will still be Marinette.

Chloé/Sabrina Lingerie

Basic story: Chloé has seen Sabrina naked, and without any self-reflection whatsoever, decides she wants to see that again. Her secret trick: She buys Sabrina lingerie. Sabrina is elated at the attention, but as things get heated, both of them are unable to articulate what they really want.

This one is interesting and got away from me a little bit. I think it's too juicy to do in a one-shot, even an extended one, so this will be a long-ish fic. I don't have the time or patience for one of these big 300k things, but maybe six or seven chapters or so? The problem is that as a long fic, I need to really work harder on the characters and their arc and their conflict. It's not hard to have a conflict here, but how does it break free, how do they resolve it? No idea yet. But I do have the first two chapters written and parts of the third. I won't post this one (or Nino/Everyone) until I have at least a first draft of all the chapters I've planned, so this will likely not happen this year - I think, anyway.

This is not an exhaustive list of all my WIPs. I have plenty in the planning stages (e.g. Adrigaminette maid thing, the missing Marichat chapter of the nipple piercings series, Adrinette accidental nudity and more), but those are the ones I'm most likely to work on in the coming month or two. But either way, no promises, I fully reserve the right to write nothing or something completely different as well. If you have questions or want to see a sample of any of these, let me know!

[revvetha]

I rly don't know what to do with my life at this point, everything is so stagnant. I am so unbelievably uncomfortable everywhere all the time. I hate the clothes I wear, and at nearly 30 I still keep thinking some day a switch will flip and then I will finally start dressing how I want and feel that I deserve it. More than anything I hate every inch of my flat, it's not a home and I'm never comfortable there. I know I literally will never be happy or able to rest and heal while I'm renting. This space isn't mine, to the point where touching its walls and floors and my own furniture actively disgusts me.

I used to be so so smart and now my mind has just stopped working. I've basically stopped writing my PhD and I no longer care about it. Those five years were utterly pointless. And now I cannot engage with any new knowledge or information whatsoever, anything new freaks me out and my brain completely blocks it. I can barely think about anything at all. All I can do is relisten over and over to podcasts I already know. I need a change, but I know change will not be possible while I live in a place I despise. I need to move out, but even though I could afford it easily there is just no place to go. And on top of that I don't even know if I want to stay in this city or even in this country. How on Earth do you decide where to live for the rest of your life? God, the thought of settling down and staying in the same place for a whole decade or even longer freaks me the fuck out. Especially alone. The only thing I would have been happy to actually dedicate my life to is no longer possible, and even a year later I still haven't managed to accept that in the slightest. I have no idea how to stop chasing after what I know to be a pipe dream. So I don't know if I just need a reset in a new country or something. My life is going nowhere and I don't know what to do, all I know is that I'm miserable and uncomfortable and terrified all the time and have been for well over a year.

The fact that I don't get a second try at this life is fucking kiling me. Everything I want to do, I have to do while I'm alive right now currently. Genuinely how is a human being supposed to live with that