#they're a lot more like freckles + a couple on his nose too

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

this guy just made a mentor proud of him for the first time in his life and he is trying SO HARD to be normal about it

(guess who's been playing personal story on a tiny rat lately...)

[tw1l1te]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼- 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

Part 2!! This will include Hyrule, Four, and Legend ₍ᐢᐢ₎

Warnings: mention of scars and negative mental health

Please read with the warnings in mind, this one is heavier in terms of mental health topics.

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𝕳𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊

About 18/19, a couple years after his journey is done

Average height, his build is still toned but more on the leaner side because of height and anatomy

light freckles across his cheeks/nose and skin is tanner than the rest of the boys

Has 2 small cartilidge piercings, small silver hoops

Part fae, I know a few others headcanon him as fae too I just think it suits his character

Speaks and writes Hylian well, takes a bit longer to read though (he's trying his best)

Closer to Legend, they're the downfall duo :3, but also close to Sky

I wanna say he's like one of the last few boys to feel attraction towards Y/n. Fae bonding to humans is weird and Hyrule doesn't wanna freak you out and needs to really process it.

When he realizes he fell for you? Oh boy. Definitely more clingy and obsessive and frets over your safety, more than Sky even.

Major sweet tooth, favorite food has go to be spoonfuls of honey

Keeps a journal, lots of sketches and notes on herbs and flora and some thoughts on Y/n

Has a.... difficult relationship with Hylia/Zelda/the Goddess

Knows about some of Legend's past, not as much as Y/n though

Has a large scar on his lower stomach from Dark Link, and faded white scratches on his back from a past incident that I may or may not bring up later down the line

Do not let him near a cooking pot. Don't do it.

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

Our favorite smithy is about 18-19

He may be short, but don't let his height fool you. Mr. swordmaker here is built. You think all the hours hammering away at metal don't build muscle? You'd be wrong

Anywayss, I headcanon Four as having heterochromia, one eye green and the other a dark blue.

Has the lightest stubble, hardly noticeable because he shaves it everyday

Recently has also started tying up his hair in a pony tail, so he honestly looks like a younger Time from far away

Has lots of ear piercings and stacks rings on his fingers, most of which he made himself from spare parts. He made a few rings for Legend and Y/n

Develops feelings for Y/n slowly, though it hits him like a brick after the Yiga clan incident after realizing how close he was to losing you

Has a few scars on his hands and arms, a few burn marks from reckless accdients both in and out of the blacksmith shop

Has a tattoo of the Four Sword on his forearm

Ironically enough, close to Wild and Wind. He's keeping a tally of how many swords Wild has broken So far it's 46

Similar to Wild, he kinda has shaggier hair, though its only really visible when his hair is fully down without the headband

REALLY GOOD AT SHIELD SURFING FOR SOME REASON-

𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉

19, slightly older than Four and Hyrule

Average height, leaner build, and I wanna say he's on the paler side. He gets sunburned crazy fast like no amount of suscreen can save him

Pink hair, duh, but its more faded than it was when he first shifted into his rabbit form. It's more like leftover on his bangs and on part of his head.

Pinky is decked out in rings, every single finger is stacked with rings for functionality, protection, etc., but some he just thinks are neat.

Double pierced lobes, a few cartilidge piercings, maybe even a Hylian-equivalent of an industrial and has a dick piercing shh

Does not like wearing pants. no sir. Only if absolutely necessary.

Can speak/write Hylian and Lorulean pretty well, though pretty rusty on the latter because he hasn't used or read it much since his adventures

Like the 4th person to develop feelings for our protagonist, he's a little lost to be completely honest. Part of him wants to succumb to his feelings, the other is terrified of losing someone again

Close to Hyrule, Wild, and Wars ironically enough (mostly because of the bickering :D)

Keeps a scrap of Ravio's scarf in his bag, holds it sometimes.

Has a deep long scar along his forearm from a fight, some burn marks from the fire rod. He also has other scars that he doesn't show or discuss, those are difficult to talk about. He wasn't in a good place after.... everything.

Snarky and grumpy, but he softens up around people he trusts. He just needs time and love ₍ᐢᐢ₎

[silverynight]

Reconnections and promises

Izuku feels a little bit nervous as he walks into the barbarian village after a couple of years; he's been there before, his mother and he used to live in a house close to it until they both had to move away when Izuku's stupid and horrible father came looking for him.

His mother lives in the middle of the woods now, safe, while Izuku travels around the kingdom to train and be as strong as his mentor All Might.

Sure, it was probably the best choice at the time, but Izuku still laments leaving his best friend behind then.

He's not sure if Katsuki would like to see him again after all those years or if he still remembers him. It's alright, Izuku still has things to do in the village.

He buys a couple of herbs and a dagger for protection and toys with his mother's letter for a while before knocking on the Bakugos' door.

Taking a deep breath, he prays to the gods they still live there.

But what if they don't remember him?

"Izuku!" Masaru greets him in the doorway before another hand appears behind him and pulls the green haired young man in.

"It's been a while, boy!" Mitsuki chuckles, pulling Izuku into a hug. "You have grown a lot!"

"Y-Yes!" He mumbles nervously, handing her Inko's letter.

"From my friend?" She asks with a grin. "Okay, we'll read it later and perhaps I even write something for her before you go."

"Katsuki lives in the center of the village now," Masaru tells him, noticing the way Izuku's eyes are constantly looking around. "He'll be happy to see you."

"Uhh..."

He's not so sure about that, maybe he should–

"Come on, the brat won't bite you..." Mitsuki smirks, only making Izuku more nervous than he already is.

"Mitsuki," her husband sighs, before offering a kind smile to Izuku. "Go pay him a visit."

"Is he... the leader now?"

"Not yet," Mitsuki replies, looking very amused for some reason. "But he will be."

"O-Okay."

Izuku gets out of the house after having lunch (Masaru insisted) thinking that maybe Katsuki won't be that excited to see him. He has more important things to do now.

However, he's not a coward, at least he has to try–

Suddenly, something strong collides with him, something that almost knocks him off his feet if it wasn't because the same "thing" put their arms around him and lifted him from the ground.

"You nerd!" Katsuki growls, looking directly at Izuku's eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't recognize that stupid green hair and those ridiculous freckles of yours?"

It seems his childhood friend has grown like a tower now and he's very strong judging by the way he keeps carrying Izuku in his arms like he weighs nothing.

"Hi, Kacchan," he mumbles nervously, feeling his cheeks turn slightly pink. "It's been a while..."

"SHUT UP!" Katsuki growls again, pulling Izuku even closer and that's when the green haired man notices the tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Kacchan, are you cryi–"

"NO!" The barbarian cuts him off, nuzzling against his cheek affectionately.

That's when Izuku bursts into tears. Katsuki puts him down, worried for a moment until he realizes Izuku is not hurt at all.

"I missed you too, Kacchan!" He sobs, feeling strong hands cradling his face as thumbs wipe off the tears from his freckled cheeks.

"You're such a crybaby," Katsuki huffs, although he's tearing up too. "I didn't say I missed you."

"But I know you missed me," Izuku giggles, hearing the moment Katsuki approaches again. The barbarian nuzzles against his cheek before biting the tip of his nose.

"I did miss you, nerd."

"Aren't you going to introduce us to that cutie?" A barbarian girl says, followed by two men, they're as young as Katsuki; one of them has yellow hair and the other one red.

"No," Katsuki growls, pressing Izuku's forehead against his, before rubbing their noses together.

"That's really manly, Bakubro!"

"We get it! But we just want to meet him!"

Reluctantly, Katsuki introduces Izuku to Kirishima, Ashido and Kaminari, although he doesn't move away from Izuku and keeps a hand on his waist the whole time.

"Spar with me, nerd!" Katsuki blurts out suddenly, prompting Ashido to chuckle and Kaminari and Kirishima to look at him like it's the first time they see him.

"Uhh..." Izuku hesitates. Yes, he's stronger now and has learned how to fight, but he's not sure if that's something he wants to–

"Please." Katsuki adds, almost like he can hear Izuku's thoughts.

Kirishima gasps and the others look equally shocked, but Katsuki doesn't tear his red eyes away from Izuku.

It seems like this is important to him.

"Okay, Kacchan."

The part Izuku doesn't enjoy is that they do that in the middle of the village, near the fountain; it's the same beautiful one Izuku and Katsuki used to play around when they were children, which means that everyone can see them. And the people do stop to watch them as if that's some sort of important event.

Izuku notices Masaru and Mitsuki in the crowd.

However, despite how nervous he feels, it also brings back good memories.

"Eyes on me, Izuku."

Fortunately, he actually forgets about everyone else as soon as their eyes connect and suddenly they're running against each other, trying to tackle the other to the ground.

It's weird, but they're really balanced in terms of fighting skills; Katsuki is stronger, but Izuku is faster.

In the end it's a tie and weirdly enough it doesn't make Katsuki upset (when they were kids, the blond was obsessed with winning) actually, it seems he's really happy about the result.

The people around are surprised, but happy; they even clap for them and Izuku finds himself being hugged by Masaru and Mitsuki at the same time, at least until Katsuki yanks him away.

He's blushing. His friends are already walking towards them when Katsuki takes Izuku's hand and intertwines their fingers together.

"Not a word!" He warns his friends. "I'll take Izuku home to feed him."

"Sure you will..."

"Shut up, Pinky!"

It's not that he doesn't enjoy being in Katsuki's house or that he doesn't like the idea of watching him make dinner for him, but Izuku has to know...

"What was that all about, Kacchan?" He asks, sitting at the table, as the barbarian moves around his kitchen.

"The sparring session was actually a compatibility test, it means we're compatible..." The barbarian says, still looking away, although Izuku notices his ears turning red.

"Compatible? But–"

Finally, Katsuki turns around before taking off one of his necklaces and handing it to Izuku. He looks nervous.

"As a couple," he says in a whisper, his red eyes finding Izuku's. There's no hesitation in his voice. "I'd like to start courting you, if you're okay with that."

His heart responds for him, even before Izuku can process what's going on. He feels warm and fuzzy inside.

"But, Kacchan... Isn't it a little bit too soon for that? I mean... We just saw each other again after a long time–"

"I always knew," the barbarian says quietly, getting closer to Izuku until he's in front of him; he kneels before taking Izuku's scarred hands in his. "I know. I'm sure... But if you don't want–"

"I want to," the green haired man finds himself saying to his own surprise. It feels right, it feels like they never stopped seeing each other. "But I still want to travel."

"You can still do that and I can go with you, at least for a year, the time that the courtship lasts and before I take my place as leader of my people," Katsuki says, blushing again. "If after that time you still want to be by my side, we'll go see auntie and maybe bring her here so she can be here for... the wedding."

Izuku, feeling a couple of tears forming in the corners of his eyes with each one of Katsuki's sweet words, nods because he doesn't trust his voice at the moment.

"You're such a crybaby," Katsuki says, tearing up too, before leaning to give Izuku a kiss that makes him forget all his doubts.

They'll be fine. It was meant to happen anyway.

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[slightlyhopefulromantic]

i was gonna wait until i finished the bitd and deadlands line-ups before posting these, but i'm not gonna get those done before the final season starts, so might as well bite the bullet now XD woohoo, oxventure d&d designs! i'll go into further detail below the cut for all of my thoughts on these designs and reasoning for smaller details, but for now, just know that i will never draw a cape. i simply cannot do it. hoods and weird draped fabric or nothing XD

okay i put like. waaay too many thoughts into a lot of these small details so im gonna allow myself to geek out here X3 firstly - though they're way too small to read properly, i did the little symbol eye shines i used in my first art for them! dob gets music notes, prudence gets fire, corazón gets hearts, and merilwen gets flowers. i usually draw egbert's pupils pretty thin to resemble a reptile, so he just gets normal eye shines, but i probably could have given him some here... he would get suns if i thought of that

dob - muscular in a wiry and dehydrated way, lol, hence having a more defined stomach/hips despite not being as strong as prudence or egbert. he has sad/down-turned puppy dog eyes at all times because i think the big-eyed endearing look is fitting for him, though i do make them darker blue than his canonical baby blues because i just... like how dark blue eyes look, lol. i'm pretty sure he canonically has the stomach scar, and obviously his facial scar has always been there, but i gave him a couple other ones just to show that hes pretty reckless. and he gets freckles because even though they arent mentioned in the dragon dogma's video, i noticed luke added some and. i like freckles a lot

prudence - i've said this before, but i love the thought of pru getting muscular after the werebear bite <3 i just think she should be a little bit hench. as a treat. once again, the heavy stomach scarring comes from the dragon dogma's video, because i found their design choices in that really fun. i change prudence's outfit the most out of any of the characters, just because her canonical outfit confuses me. i'm really bad at understanding/drawing fantasy wear as is, but her fit... i'm lost entirely XD so i free-balled a bit. her inner sleeves that hook around her fingers are based on jane's various prudence looks, and then the looser outer sleeve is just because i love prudence with a dramatic sleeve. originally the colors were closer to her canon outfit, but it just looked messy without all the details of the original, and then i tried red like jane's prudence looks but it didn't contrast enough with her skin. so i restricted them to just deep purples and black with pops of gold and dark magenta!

corazón - what can i say besides. transgender. LMAO honestly though, besides adding the top surgery scars, i just really like his canon look. i simplified the details, obviously, but i really love his big coat and his tall boots and the earrings and the black-on-black-on-black of it all. i didn't particularly feel like drawing hats when i was doing this, lol, so i stuck with a red bandana instead. the beads that are strung from it are black, red, purple, green, and yellow to match their guild's canonical color associations/the colored name plates they get in later seasons :] because corazón is the sentimental sort, even when he won't say it. also he gets a little cateye for his eyeliner, i dunno if i've ever said why i do that before haha

egbert - egbert my dearly beloved. literally just his canon look except he has la vache mauve on his tunic instead of fire! and the nose spikes i give him, i guess, but i forget those aren't canon. i actually usually draw him in mike's egbert get up, with the black robes and the golden dragon sigil, but i kinda wanted to move away from that to lean more into the end of legacy of dragons, where egbert fully commits to never going back to the dragon d'or. also i just love drawing little cow heads <3 also! i like the idea that rather than typical scar tissue, dragonborns grow thicker scales over places where they've been injured. so the thicker patches of small scales on egbert's body are meant to be scars! including his kidney scar, lol. the larger scales and the ones on his face were always there though, that's just dragonborn biology baby

merilwen - if i said i based merilwen's body on cartoon bears, would you forgive me... i just think it's cute LOL tummy <3 for the final dragon dogma's video reference, that's where her freckles and tattoos come from. ellen was right, merilwen with floral tattoos fucking rules. who am i to deny it. as a hairy woman myself, i also like making merilwen a hairy woman. she's a hippie, she would NOT shave. i also really love the red earrings she wears in her canon art, so i tried to carry that through to some other small parts of my drawing for her, and landed on the bands she has on her pants as well as the odd feather for her arrows. fun archery fact, for those who may not know - in modern archery at least, you usually will have a differently colored feather (or for my arrows, rubber fins lol) that indicate how youre meant to string the arrow! so i took advantage of that to give merilwen some more red, hehe

[amphiptere-art]

I have finally made a proper ref that I will use for a Jack most of the time. My first illustration of them was a random selection of colors I was just trying to pull off of images that were inaccurate due to lighting.

They're gray turned purple. The coppertones were far too dark in some areas, and too light in others. His complex face colors were misunderstood due to just not understanding them yet. Giving him a darker nose instead of a yellow one. And overall the design was mismatched. It was more about the illustration than it was the colors.

This one is more about my personal preference, and a far better understanding of how Jack's colors works. Given my intense study of their colors a couple days ago. I was able to make a ref that not only had the correct colors. But had them in a fashion that I enjoyed.

I used his yellow nose much more prominently. Drawing it out around his eye and using it for a cheek. I got rid of all the complex blacks and purples and just chose one and the weird purplish blue. Only using the unique darker purple for highlights here and there. Got rid of that weird light copper pink, and just replaced it with the pure copper. His pants are going to be a little bit different when I actually draw them. This simplified grid pattern will be a lot more sketchy and thready when I actually do it. But these are the major colors I'm using.

I honestly love this design much more. What's I was able to add some cutesy other things into it. Like freckles!

[sam-glade]

Hi Sam! Happy STS! How do you approach physical descriptions in your writing? Do you try to include it all when they're introduced, lace it through their appearances, or a secret third option? Do you have some snippets of OCs being described that you can share? -- @tisiphonewolfe

Hi Tiss, happy STS!

Fun fact: I completely forgot to include physical descriptions in the very first draft of Days of Dusk.

For the main trio in Gifts of Fate, I included their descriptions as soon as they're introduced from someone else's POV (and I'll paste them below the cut), and I scattered more small details later on - especially from Lissan's POV, since he does a lot of staring in wonderment (can you blame him, when the Princeling is involved?). For the supporting cast, I tried to include 2-3 sentences as soon as they appear.

Finally, for characters that have a single appearance, I try to list 2-3 memorable details. So e.g. for Mikkel (Anthea's Adamant Guard) it's "He had the most vibrant hair Lissan had ever seen; its copper waves fell past his shoulders, framing a strong jaw and otherwise plain pale face with eyes the colour of storm."

Anyway, here are the longer descriptions:

Ianim from Lissan's POV:

A young man — maybe a couple decades older than him — knelt on the ground within an arm’s reach. Lissan blinked, struggling to tell apart his ashen uniform from the clouds. The ashen uniform of the Army. A uniform he had hoped to see before he’d almost died. He was too exhausted to point it out though. Striking blue eyes looked back at him with concern, from a face that was too pale and clean in the muddy, churned field. His skin was smooth, unmarred by scars or even pockmarks, and his hair was arranged into thick, dark waves. With the thin straight nose and angular features that came to a sharp point at his chin, something about him screamed ‘highborn’ — yes, good-looking, gorgeous even, but too distant, as if he came from a different world entirely.

Gullin from Ianim's POV:

Ianim relaxed into the familiarity of his presence. He could picture every detail of his face without looking, the cold shade of his brown skin, the keen eyes, the square lines of his jaw, the slightly humped nose. He was out of uniform, sporting a short maroon coat of thick wool. It was well-worn, but far from needing repairs. Casual.

Lissan from Gullin's POV:

The mystery friend turned out to be a kid barely forty years old, with a freshly shaven face, slightly rounded cheeks, and serious eyes the colour of acorns. He had sun-bleached hair cropped fairly short and tanned olive skin, marked by an inch-long scar on the left side of his jaw. Not too shabby looking overall. Still, barely more than a kid.

And for the supporting characters we have:

Marta from Lissan's POV:

Her hair was falling out of an attempt at a single braid — her first shearing took place not even two years ago, marking her coming of age at thirty-five, and her hair barely reached past her shoulders now. It was a lighter shade of brown, like Lissan’s, although he had worn his as short as it was cut during his first shearing. Her face was round and tanned, dusted with a smattering of faded summer’s freckles, also just like his.

Varré from Lissan's POV

They were shorter than him by a head, and while Ianim appeared slim, they were outright tiny. Lissan couldn’t quite make out their features beyond a pale nose hooked like a beak of a bird of prey, and light, silky hair parted into two wavy curtains.

Erya, followed by Catnip from Gullin's POV:

She had strikingly white skin and short-cropped hair, pale as paper. She wore her ashen double-breasted coatee buttoned up, with silver-rimmed buttons displaying eight-pointed stars. The cold light didn't do her appearance any favours, but then practicality always took precedence for her, and every other Sword in IntSec. Well, maybe with the exception of Catnip. The Third Brigadier lounged in a tall-backed chair next to Gullin’s, her legs crossed casually, her grey breeches stretched tight over her toned thighs. A springy lock of her auburn hair twisted around her finger. A sparrow sat on her shoulder, and Gullin couldn’t tell if she was paying more attention to it or their commander.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello, how are you? Can I get a romantic matchup for Demon Slayer?Please, and Thank you.

Name-Anneliese

Pronouns- She/her

Sexuality- Heterosexual

Zodiac- Leo, INTP, Slytherin(Harry potter)

Appearance- Olive skin, with barely freckles on the cheeks and nose. Small beauty mark on my left cheekbone. Light brown almond eyes. Heart face shape. Bigger lower lip, Button nose, long Wavy dark ash blonde hair, petite, 4’11, hourglass figure, and People say that I look like tinkerbell.and I get mistaken for looking like a child.

Personality- Calm, sweet, ( shows it too people that I don't know more )loyal,fiesty when provoked, brutally honest, friendly, mysterious, always cold( people joke saying I'm a vampire)-Straightfoward, Daydreamer, anxious, ambitious, clever, quiet, gets embarrassed easily(social anxiety), over thinker, I like to be alone, I love music I always have headphones in. I love anything to do with fighting, such as boxing, martial arts. Etc. I have a big family, and I have a twin brother,I love soccer, anything to do with Nursing helping people. My dream job is to be a travel nurse Labor &Delivery , and a business woman. I get told a lot that I have a soft spoken voice, whispy like. I bottle up my emotions.and very protective over my family.

Hobbies-Likes- Herbs, Tea, Martial Arts/Boxing,Katana’s, anime, supernatural stuff, conspiracy theories, music, Soccer, helping people, calisthenics, language learning, reading,and psychology.

Dislikes- people being mean to the elderly and kids, math, backstabbers, cheaters, crowded places, and crumbs.

Thank you 🤍

Hi Anneliese! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I'm doing pretty well at the moment; hopefully you're doing well also. I hope you like your matchup!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Although you and Genya seem like very different people, I think you would get along well.

Your naturally kind personality balances out his abrasive personality well. People can't quite believe that you two are a couple at first.

Genya also really likes your kindness. He'll never tell you directly, but when he sees you treating people kindly or talking to an animal you see out and about, he'll have a small smile on his face.

But on the other hand, Genya also loves that your personality can do a complete flip when you're provoked. He's glad you can stand up for yourself.

I think Genya has a soft spot for older people but only if they're the nice kind of old person. If they're the kind of old person that talks down on others and dislikes younger generations for all the wrong reasons, he'll respond with the same tone they show him.

Thinks your fighting skills are impressive. He's glad you have the skills to handle yourself in a fight. He'd like to train with you sometime.

Genya also greatly appreciates that you have healing skills. Being a demon slayer is dangerous work so having someone to patch him up after a fight means a lot to him, especially if you treat his wounds gently.

He'd love it if you gave each wound a kiss once you've bandaged it up. Just don't comment on his red face.

[multi-lefaiye]

POLYCULE POLYCULE POLYCULE

I know I can ask for in person/over call but consider

I'm feral for this

SUPERNATURAL POLYCULE [the crowd goes wild with applause]

okay also tagging @nicola-writes and @wherearetheplants b/c you two showed interest as well hi <3

so this is kind of in progress rn because i am still deciding on whether or not to add a couple more members to the polycule, but for now this is what we got! going under the cut <3

for context, these are some major characters in my currently unnamed supernatural mystery wip <3 (also cw for a mention of ableism with one character)

[Image Description: A picrew of my OC Henry Blackwell, a man with pale skin, dark curly hair, and a short dark beard. He has a nose ring, pierced ears, a pair of square-rimmed glasses, and uses a hearing aid. Henry is wearing a blue patterned button-up, a dark jacket with a fur-lined collar, and a black choker. He has a smirk on his face and is holding up one hand with a cigarette between two fingers. Behind him are the bisexual and polyamorous flags, with a white circle around his head. End ID.]

HENRY BLACKWELL - HE/HIM

Henry is the only completely normal human in the polycule! He's a private investigator who specializes in finding missing people, and he's a cocky shithead and I love him so much. He comes from a very wealthy family, but his family has all but disowned him for failing to live up to the successful standards of his siblings. Oh, and also for being an openly queer, mentally ill, disabled man. His parents suck, if that isn't obvious. Like, to be clear, he is still in contact with his family, but his parents have made it very clear that they're constantly on the verge of cutting him off financially.

In terms of that, Henry is hard of hearing, and he has ADHD and BPD! With the money he comes from, he has had access to accommodations and aids that a lot of other people may not, and that is something he's very aware of. Henry is kind of the epitome of the Class Traitor™ vibe, but his background still comes into play in his lack of experience with a lot of real-world matters.

The story centers primarily around Henry as the protagonist, and like. When I say he's a cocky shithead, I mean that affectionately. He genuinely does want to help people, he also just thinks he's hot shit.

I also have a lot of thoughts about Henry's siblings because they're very important to the story as well, but I'm just gonna focus on the polycule here.

[Image Description: A picrew of my OC Eden Lomidze, an AU of my D&D character Eden Linnaeus. This version of Eden is a young man with tan, freckled skin, a scar on one cheek, and thick, wavy blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. He has gold stud earrings and a serious, disappointed expression on his face. Eden wears a black baseball cap, a yellow patterned button-up, and a dark jacket. Behind him are the mlm and trans flags, with a white circle around his head. End ID.]

EDEN LOMIDZE - HE/HIM

As it says on the tin, this is a human AU of my D&D character Eden Linnaeus! At least, that's what he's starting as. Yes I can have multiple characters named Eden. I just think that's a good name <3 And D&D Eden is one of my favorite OCs that I have rn so <3

Anyway, this Eden is, for the most part, a normal human, but his experimentation with magic and the supernatural has slowly been corrupting him into something a little less human. He also might be a little bit possessed, but no one's too worried about that just yet. Though he's a pHD student studying for a degree in biochemistry, he has a day job as a full-time clerk for a local corner store. He's incredibly tired, and he's basically the store manager without the actual title or pay.

Eden has fibromyalgia and is autistic, and he may also have NPD but that is something I'd like to do more research into before saying definitively. He uses a pair of forearm crutches as mobility aids much of the time!

[Image Description: A picrew of my OC Pierce (?), a woman with brown skin and a partially shaved head. She has long, pink hair that hangs loosely around her shoulders and a large grin on her face, showing her sharp fangs. She wears a black collared shirt, a pink vest, red tie, and dusty brown jacket, as well as a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses. She has one hand held up in a peace sign. Behind her are the pansexual and polyamorous flags, with a white circle around her head. End ID.]

PIERCE/ANGEL/PAX/ABEL/LENORE/??? - SHE/IT/THEY

Here she is, the werewolf of many names!!! So I'm gonna just call her Pierce here, but part of the joke with her as a character is that she kinda hoards names. Which, like, good for you, queen. It's unclear what her actual name is and she's glad to continue making that unclear. She isn't going to tell anyone. She also likes to jokingly call herself a furry, as a cute little reference to the werewolf thing.

I'm still working out how lycanthropy works in this particular universe, but just know that, for the most part, Pierce has a generally good handle on its lycanthropy and doesn't view the whole thing as a curse or a problem. Its lycanthropy is an intrinsic part of who it is, and that's what matters at the end of the day, even if sometimes that makes things harder for it.

Pierce and Eden are pretty good friends, though she's a bit older than him and significantly more chaotic. When she first meets Henry, she doesn't like him, but she very quickly comes to respect him. In terms of who Pierce is, well, that's for her to know and you to find out :3c

[stevieselfships]

intimate knowledge & gorgeous visage for stu and wade :>

intimate knowledge: what are some hidden features of your f/o that not many people are privy to? things like a secret birthmark, the fact that they are ambidextrous, the bump on their nose that is actually the result of breaking it as a child. do these small facts about them fascinate you? do the stories behind them make you swoon for them even more, if possible?

stu: he has a matching tattoo with billy (they did stick n pokes on each other when they were like. 14) on his forearm. these are inital tattoos, BL on stu and SM on billy. <- hc also stole from an artist, the link to the art is here. he has very faded scars on his knuckles and hands in general from knife fights with billy at like. 12. shoulder freckles from sun exposure :']]]] and very light ones across his nose. has thigh scars because he would get bored during the summer and selfharm??? and has ones on his chest for the same reason. scar in his scalp from running at the pool as a kid and he fell and busted his head open (found when he had a usually short haircut). he does actually have a nose bump from breaking his nose as a child, he fell out of a tree and landed on his face because he does not know how to fall properly. he's broken it a couple times after, one from a drunken fistfight with billy, the other from falling down the stairs in his house (he's most embarrassed of this one). dog bite scars on his arm from him riling up some dog because he thought it was funny and then it attacked him (some dog was like a pitbull named princess). he's a tiny tad colorblind

i love hearing stu's stories of things, it's really cute when he starts laughing while recalling the memories <3

wade: some of his scars are vaguely heart shaped. he had a tattoo for vanessa but it got all warped and distorted when was tortured by fransis. he has a few silver crowns on his back teeth, he even forgets why he has them. he has dysgeusia, he's lived with it for so long that he feels like it's not worth mentioning. doesn't want to admit it, but when he's out of combat situations (because of hyperfocus), he has audio processing issues, he cannot watch anything without subtitles. this also means he knows some show episodes (mostly golden girls) and some movies word for word

gorgeous visage: does your f/o keep photos of you in their wallet? or do they maybe have a locket of your hair? what about you? how much evidence do you keep of them in your day to day life?

stu: he does!!!! in his wallet, it's this cute polaroid he took of us while we were high and in his bed watching a movie :'] he keeps a few behind it, which is one of us brushing our teeth, and another of me sitting on the counter in his kitchen for our 3am cereal. he loves that one because i'm completely dressed in his clothes which are entirely too big on me because he like. a foot taller than me. he also owns a necklece that's a vial of my blood. we actually have matching ones but those are sacred to us so we rarely actually wear them

i have stolen so many of stu's clothes. i have some of his sweaters which i love to wear, and i have stolen some of his button ups. they give me gender euphoria and it's even better since it's my boyfriend's clothes!!! he even purposefully leaves things at my place so he can see me wear them. he's even mailed me his own clothes before lol. i have horror posters up in my room which reminds me of him a lot, he bought me a couple of them actually. and he's gotten me some of the stuffed animals i have. i put a little s charm on the choker i wear all the time too for him. i love keeping him around

wade: he has a folder on his phone of photos of me and photos we've taken together. he takes horrible photos of me btw, like the worst. they're always secret ones that i don't even know how he took? he has a photo of us favorited though and that of me kissing his cheek through his suit mask and he has his hand on his other cheek in surprise. it's a very cute photo! it's from one of the first times i met up with him after he got back from a little thing of his

i keep wade in my day to day life from the few hello kitty plushies i keep in my bed, i always think of him when i go to sleep at night or take a lil nap. i also stole one of his zip up jackets, it's big and comfy, it's a good dysphoria item for me

[trashbinbackyard]

the glance thing for Sif and Emil the doomed forest couple

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

Sif is quite striking, she has long black wavy hair, pale skin, and feathers and pinfeathers sprouting out of her ears and forearms. She also has charcoal smeared on her forehead and neck in the form of protective runes

Emil is quite tall and wide. He stands out in a group of people as the very sturdy one. Otherwise he looks like just some guy with long copper brown hair

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

Sif has a long and narrow face, high cheekbones, sharp nose. She has dimples when she smiles but she rarely does. She has gray eyes. And being a half elf she has pointed ears, with some pinfeathers coming out

He has a square face, strong jawline, full cheeks, round eyes. He has freckles on his cheekbones. He has dark brown eyes with some crows feet around them despite being quite young.

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

Sif is average height, quite slender, hourglass figure. She does wear clothes that cinch in the waist, but she wears a lot of loose shirts that sort of fall over the belts

Emil is tall and wide, has a belly too. Mans built like a barn door. He wars pretty mundane clothes under his armor, not really accentuating nor hiding his form

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

She’s very quick and quiet in her movements. Very aware of her every step and how she folds her hands and how her head is tilted

Emil is not the most coordinated, he’s a little clumsy, which was fine when living in the covenant, but since relocating to wherever Sif’s hut is he’s had a lot of trouble in the forest especially

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Sif becomes like a statue, you could only see her ear twitch if she’s in deep thought or agitated when being still

Emil always has his arms up in some way, crossed, on his sword pommel, fidgeting with prayer beads.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

She has feathers growing out of her ears, collarbones, and forearms. She has some minor scars from cuts but nothing outstanding. No tattoos either

Emil has a large slashing scar across his chest. He got it back when he was shipped out from his hometown to the convent and was attacked by angry spirits

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

She has a tunic for summer, and cloaks of varying thicknesses for the rest of the year. In winter she just wears layers upon layers.

He has a surcoat that can go on top of his chainmail or normal clothes. In the winter he also has a thick fur lined cloak

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

Pair of those very thin leather shoes that are more like leather socks. In winter she has sturdiers boots

Sturdy boots year round

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

No armor

He has gambeson and ringmail to top it off. Very lowkey and not at all the finest a templar could get

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

She has her magic and beast forms. She also carries a knife (a good ol puukko) to mostly carve runes in wood/stone but good for stabbing should the need arise

He has a longsword as well as a dagger. The longsword he earned, the dagger he stole

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

I looked into 1600s and iron age Finnish clothing and just shuzzed them up a bit. She comes from a small village and lives alone in the woods, she’s not running to be the fashion icon of the area. Her clothes are very practical and earthy, but still show her own style

His inspo came from the good ol temple knights, but being a bastard son of a minor duke shipped off he couldn’t get the finest gear. His clothes are also just very practical and very little of his own personality is on them

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Most of her stuff is made of wool and leather. Sturdy and durable. She has linen undergarments to keep the scratch from wool.

He has some quality pieces, fine cotton and linen, leather, wool, furs. He can’t stand any other texture than cotton so that’s his underlayer

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Not huge, and most of the stuff she has had been made years ago she inherited from other women in the village she grew up in. And some were made for her in exchange for meat and herbs and spells. She mends her own clothing should the need arise

Just the bare necessities, and just a couple of individual clothing items, enough to last him to wash day. Good at fixing his own clothes bc by that point he’s worn them so often and he very much would like to keep wearing the same things

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

She has a necklace of bird bones, grouse bones to be exact, they lend her power. She also has charms hanging from her belt. 

He wears a ring and has prayer beads wrapped around his wrist. Faith, despite being a gilded cage for him, is what keeps him grounded os he has his prayer beads everywhere she goes. 

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

She wears it down most of the time. Sometimes ties it up if she does something that requires a lot of focus

He has his hair on a low bun, with strands falling to his face. His hair is a bit of an awkwards length like that

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Well getting pregnant and birthing a child did its thing. Other than that, she’d just grow more feathers as she kept transforming to birds

His transformation to a werewolf made him a lot hairier. He also will get tattoos of warding runes on him

[dxppercxdxver]

face, motion, and canvas for your screenplay men?

WHEEEE YAY MY SCREENPLAY MEN YAY

first up, answering these for thomas!

face: describe your oc's face. what's their smile like? are their orbs cerulean? what would someone notice first when looking at them?

thomas is. he's like Deceptively young looking almost. he's in his early twenties and Yes he has a sharp jawline and high cheekbones but his face is also Very Round in general, which makes him look more kid-like than he feels like he is. he's also got a lot of freckles, which he hates but what can you do. his smile? infectious. wide and beaming and makes everyone else around him smile. i don't think he Embodies the essence of Cerulean Orbs but he does have blue eyes (pretty dark blue, not all that piercing). i think folks would be most inclined to notice his almost reddish hair or his Very prominent nose before anything else

motion: how does your oc move? how does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

because of his Job and his Reputation, thomas has trained himself to walk Powerfully and With Great Authority, though he naturally is much more loose and light with his motions. he's someone who's unconsciously mastered the art of codeswitching to address the superior officers he's supposed to be a part of and the midshipmen who are often intimidated by him, so he can be both Stern in his motions and also very friendly. his naval uniform is. well it is what it is. and i think thomas is Shockingly coordinated most of the time, though it's exclusively when he's not paying that much attention to his own body

canvas: does your oc have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? do they display or cover them up at all?

hmm! had not considered this one! my first thought is almost no to all of the above? i think he probably has a couple burn scars on his hands from pistol misfires and Maybe some knuckle scars from fights. but no tattoos, piercings, or obvious other markings! if he has any others they have not Come To Me yet because they're for sure hidden under his uniform

EDWARD NOW

face: describe your oc's face. what's their smile like? are their orbs cerulean? what would someone notice first when looking at them?

this bitch is Offputting god bless. face a little too sharp. kind of too-wide eyes. He Autism Stares At You. scar at his jawline. he rarely smiles but when he does it's generally pretty restrained and you almost never see his teeth. it's very wry. this bitch Does have cerulean orbs in spirit but his eyes are brown. they're just kind of pale and He Fucking Looks At You. looking at him, someone would probably notice that his mouth pulls down at one corner, toward the scar on his jaw!

motion: how does your oc move? how does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

as with everything, edward moves very deliberately and reservedly. he's almost freakishly still when he's sitting down, and all of his actions are very contained and slow. when he's doing surgery, he's a lot more frantic, but even then that's just because it is a High Stress Situation like my god. if anything, his hands shake when he's anxious, but he's also incredibly coordinated in his work. Light Touch with him

canvas: does your oc have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? do they display or cover them up at all?

since edward was on the run longer than thomas, i think yes? a few more injuries, a few more scars on his legs and arms from various Incidents, and i can also imagine he would have had a learning curve with his surgical tools, so he's got scalpel cuts and burns and shit all over his hands and fingers. he may also have a tattoo but i haven't vibed out where or what it is yet

considered doing these for collinson then realized he wasn't fleshed out enough in my brain yet lmao

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

heyyyyy~

how does play fighting within the pack go 👀

"Who says it's ever a play fight?" Jisung asks, puffing his chest, looking thoroughly offended. "When I fight, I fight for blood."

"Correction." Changbin interrupts, slinging an affectionately rough arm around the beta's neck. "When you and Hyunjin fight, it's never playful. The rest of us though-"

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, Jisungie. You're only truly mean to me."

"Yah!" Jisung protests, fighting to get out from beneath Changbin's weighty hold with no luck. "You give it right back! And usually start it in the first place! Don't give me that innocence bullshit!"

Hyunjin smirks and shrugs lazily. "Guilty. I can't help it, baby, if you're just too easy to rile up."

"Hwang Hyunjin, I'll murder you."

"Han Jisung, I'll do you one better and just murder myself if the day ever comes when you finally get smart enough to have the upper hand."

"Okay, okay." Chan sighs out, shooting a sharp, pointed look between the arguing packmates. "We get the point."

"Everyone here needs to take a chill pill." Seungmin remarks drolly under his breath, taking a long, slow sip of his iced coffee.

"Yeah? How come you haven't already created that in your fancy lab, you fancy nerd scientist?" Jisung snaps right back, wit sharp and tongue even sharper, still on edge from Hyunjin goading him.

Seungmin takes another unbothered sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, well, there's some things that can only remain a dream. For example," Another long, offhand sip. "I'd love for you to get your head out of your ass, hyung, but I don't think that's going to happen in this lifetime."

Jisung lunges up from the couch and Changbin barely stops him from landing a blow on the now smirking beta.

"Oh my god." Minho rolls his eyes and huffs out a hard, irritated sigh. "Will you all shut up already? You're starting to grate on my nerves."

"And then he'll grate you with the cheese shredder next." Jeongin pipes up, cocking his head and looking with a grin to the older alpha, who tousles his hair affectionately in silent approval.

"That's right, Innie. Good boy."

Jisung grumbles under his breath and sinks back down in the couch, Changbin still keeping a careful grip on his wrist, just in case, and shoots a glare in the smug omega's direction.

"Besides the twins of terror," Chan tries again, shooting another stern look in the direction of the pouting Jisung and bemused looking Hyunjin. "Playfighting usually follows a couple of patterns, depending on who it's with and what subgenders are involved I guess?"

You nod. "Yeah, alphas tend to play fight with each other less, but with the other packmates more? But when we play fight together, it's definitely more of a who can come out on top and control battle of wits and strength."

Felix grins, scrunching his nose, meshing his freckles together across his cheeks, eyes bright.

"And the omegas tend to be gentler in their play fight approach. Or maybe they're just careful with me." He laughs, deep in his throat, and shrugs. "We tend to tease each other a lot, and playfully tussle, but never outright get rough? And usually, if play fighting becomes serious, it's because we're vying for attention from an alpha against each other."

"We definitely play fight with the younger kids the most." Minho agrees, slinging an arm around Jeongin's shoulders and tugging him into a gentle headlock as if to prove his point. "Especially the puppy."

"He has a lot of extra energy." Changbin grins at Jeongin, who shoots him a halfhearted glare from beneath Minho's arm. "Gotta tire him out somehow."

"Maybe it's because he's newly presented, but Innie's definitely the one who is more in touch with his wolf's primal side." Chan nods, looking thoughtful. "We're all influenced by our wolves, don't get me wrong, but he definitely gives into those influences more. It's not a bad thing at all, just new and exploratory. So play is a bit more primal when he's involved."

"Hyung, you make it sound like I crave raw meat and shapeshift into a werewolf on the night of the full moon." Jeongin protests, crinkling his nose in distaste, curled up now against Minho's side.

"No, no." Chan laughs, waving his hands, hurrying to console the youngest. "I just mean you like to play more instinctual games-like wrestling around with the younger kids like pups-or playing hide and seek more predator and prey style. That sort of thing."

"Speaking of." Minho glances down at the omega curled under his arm, softly fond. "It's been awhile since you made the others play with you. You should take Jisungie and Jinnie on that hike you like and get lost in the woods for awhile. Wear you all out a little."

Changbin puts an arm between Jisung and Hyunjin, who have started bickering quietly again, and rolls his eyes with a huffed sigh.

"Good idea, hyung. These two could use a little forced bonding time."

Jisung flips Hyunjin off, and the omega leaps forward, snapping his teeth mere inches away from the beta's finger, who just narrowly avoids getting bitten.

"I'd rather die."

"Good. Because I'm going to leave you out there in the woods and you'll starve."

"Please. Like I would be the one to get lost. Everyone knows you have the directional skills of a blind four year old."

"That's offensive to the four year old!"

"I meant it to be offensive to you!"

"Yeah, but you have the comeback capacity of a mute monkey that doesn't know sign language."

"Oh, now who's being offensive?!"

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hello i am back i realized this is an omegaverse safe space so. i have many thoughts about younger seb being an unmated omega and moving in with chris (an alpha who he happens to be compatible with) because chris is a family friend who goes to B.U. and seb is transferring from somewhere in new york to B.U. but his roommate in ny was a beta... cue shenanigans as seb's poor little body tries to go into pre-heat and seb tries to hide it from chris, who thinks he's offended/upset his new roommate and just wants to make things better and make seb feel comfortable and at home

👀

This is an omegaverse safe blog and that is quite the idea there. I haven't written omegaverse in too long and I've been reading a lot of it lately so this hits an especially good spot right now. Plus, I love the idea of college age and/or college AU for evanstan, they'd be so Baby and just for the mental image... college age Chris and Seb. Perfectly in the middle of the "average" age of 18-24:

This is Chris in 2001 (making him 20-ish here)

MEANWHILE

Here's Sebastian from Law & Order in 2003 (making him 21-ish which... HOW?)

And then Seb in 2004 (making him 22)

They both have such sweet, soft faces! All the way back then.

And, Sebastian at that age 🥺 a true baby face. (Which fits for omegaverse because I bet omegas are way more likely to have baby faces than alphas.) Omega Seb is a giggler, an omega that's easy to make blush but also easy to make purr. Baby lives in clothes that swamp him, only recently having had a growth spurt to thin him out and feeling a lil uncomfortable in his own skin still, which just makes Chris want to give him his own clothes. And wanting to shower him in kisses and praise- but he tries to forget about that part. Chris wants to make his fashion statement also a stake of claims. Which-

Young 👏 alpha 👏Chris 👏

Chris is clumsy with a poor attempt at courting Seb because, of course, he's pining over this new omega. Transferring not only to Boston University to be his roommate (and how could he get luckier than this) but also to be in the same major as him, acting across from each other. Sitting in classes together. Like, FUCK? HOW COULD HIS LUCK BE BETTER?

But, yes, Alpha Chris with a gentle smile and penchant for reaching toward the back of his neck when nervous, scratching himself for something to do with his hands rather than grabbing at Sebastian's waste through his oversized hoodie, and incidentally showing off those freckles on his nose and cheeks (peep the top right photo 😍) while Sebastian just melts inside, butterflies filling his tummy, Chris' gentle, sunny, and undeniably alpha scent making his knees weak.

And maybe to pad out this AU real quick...

Maybe BU is like, oops, omegas and alphas aren't supposed to be in the dorms together! Even if they're both guys. We're gonna have to fix this right away. So they try to separate them but Chris makes a big deal of, No! Please don't! We're fine! Everything is good like this! (Which Sebastian freaks out over but baby doesn't have any friends at this school to freak out to, asking if he's crazy or if Chris might be interested in him.)

Then, when classes start, they discover that they have a bunch of classes together. So, Chris has Sebastian sit with him and his other friends in said classes. Sebastian blushes and squirms when Chris' friends assume, oh, hey, new person and new omega? New omega with Chris? Must his boyfriend. And he has to correct a few people in addition to his own internal monologue- Chris is just being friendly. He's not his alpha.

And then, to make everything so much WORSE they both get callbacks in one of the college productions. They both get the lead roles! Which means... uh-oh. They both got the lead roles. The lead roles in a play where they're a mated pair, alpha and omega... fuck. Now they have to act all couple-y on stage and try to not carry the feelings offstage, not that that wasn't already happening.

And yeah... those feelings only get stronger and stronger over the next weeks, months, living with each other and going to classes together, rehersing romantic scenes together. Strong and stronger until they reach a head for Sebastian when he wakes up with a fever. Chris already gone for his first morning class as Sebastian flings all his covers off and lays panting, sweating, and star fished out on his bed wondering where the hell did he get sick? But as the morning wears on, Sebastian finds himself thinking less about how shitty he feels and more about how good Chris would feel-

How good Chris would feel under his hands. Preferably actually Chris under his hands as he crushes him into his lower bunk of their bunkbed. Sebastian's hands gripping his huge shoulders weakly, maybe scratching at his back, begging because- fuck.

Sebastian suddenly realizes the problem his daydreaming is causing him. He can't remember the last time he was this hard. This wet, he realizes with a fiery blush. And,

SHIT,

Chris has his two morning classes, the second already almost done, and then-

Then he comes back to the dorm for an hour or so and then he's got another class. They have another class, together, and-

Chris is coming back. Soon. Sebastian needs to- needs to stop fever-dreaming about his fantasies and figure out what's wrong with himself instead. Plus, he needs to call Chris and warn him so he doesn't infect him! He doesn't wanna get the alpha sick. Even though thinking about telling him to leave makes him feel like whimpering and crying a little. He, he just feels shitty and wants someone to take care of him, right? Right. And Chris is the only one he knows here. So...

Yeah.

That's why he wants Chris. Just that. And he's only daydreaming about the subject of his most secretive wet dreams - and, wait, what? - because of the fever he's got. Making him loopy. That's all. Its not like he's going into heat. No. He's- he's a late bloomer. He's gonna be like his Ma and not have his first heat until 23, 24, 25. Right? His ridiculously hot, alpha roommate wouldn't trigger his heat. Right?

Anyway, rant over lmao. Hope you enjoyed!

[silverynight]

So... Let's talk about Midoriya's thick thighs and the fact that class A absolutely worships them. Of course they love Midoriya Izuku from head to toe but those thighs get a special place in their hearts.

They thank the universe because they all basically live together in the UA now and they get to see Midoriya wearing short shorts, leggings and even stockings when the universe decides to be particularly generous to them.

Sometimes Midoriya worries when he notices that his stockings are too tight around his legs or when his thighs look more full and thick than usual so he stops eating chocolate for a while.

"Thank you, Uraraka, but I won't be eating chocolate today, it goes directly to my hips and thighs... And they're getting too big..."

Even though Midoriya says that right in front of a very distressed Uraraka, he doesn't make the connection when everyone starts giving him lots of sweets: choco chip cookies, brownies, chocolate muffins, hot cocoa and basically anything that has chocolate in it.

It's difficult for Midoriya to resist the temptation so class A ends up winning that battle every time.

The girls get extremely jealous of the boys because they share a dressing room with Midoriya, but it is usually a disaster because Bakugo is constantly threatening everyone who dares to look at Midoriya while he's facing his locker, completely oblivious, and Todoroki gets so flustered that sometimes he sets something on fire and activates the sprinkler system and everyone ends up getting out of the room as quickly as they can.

When Midoriya starts doing yoga on Sunday mornings with a t-shirt and thight leggings, it becomes a tradition for class A to hang out in the gym, pretending to do something while Midoriya finishes his routine.

They don't have to pretend too much though because the boy is really focused on his routine so they get to watch him as he stretches and gets into different positions over the mat.

And when they find out it was Ashido who convinced the green haired boy to do yoga, Kirishima hugs the pink girl while everyone thanks her and tells her she's a genius.

Bakugo develops a new technique in which he manages to produce only the heat that comes with an explosion; he uses it to relieve the pain on sore muscles and he only came up with the idea because Midoriya complained once that his thighs were too sore to move.

Besides, he couldn't let Todoroki win.

The boy with mismatched hair is constantly around Midoriya when he's training, ready to offer his left palm to use the heat to relieve Midoriya's pain. He was so smug for a couple of weeks because he was the only one who got to touch The Thighs.

Todoroki gets a little bit irritated when Bakugo joins the "club" although the first time was a complete disaster.

"Really? You'd do that for me? Thanks, Kacchan!" Midoriya grins, sitting on the couch wearing shorts and spreading his legs a little bit, making Bakugo blush when he finally notices how full his thighs look when he's sitting.

"It's nothing, nerd," he manages to sound like he doesn't really care even though he's internally screaming because this is everything. At this point he thanks the starts for having apologized already because they're in good terms now and Midoriya trusts him more.

He's glad Midoriya is so tired he's closed his eyes because his hand trembles a little when he notices all the freckles over his skin before he actually gets to touch him.

"Thank you, it feels so good," Midoriya practically moans with relief, prompting Bakugo to turn completely red. He has to run to the bathroom because he's bleeding through his nose, leaving a very confused Midoriya on the couch.

When something like that happens, Todoroki is usually more than ready to take his place.

[saturninemartial]

alright so a question for your fic,

is there an description or better yet a picture of their appearances? i don’t know if it’s just me but; reading it i still imagine their high school appearance, so it’ll be nice to have some visual on what they look like now.

mostly kazuichi and gundham, but having the rest of cast would be great as well!💖💖

hi! thanks for the question!! 🥰🥰

i totally understand where you're coming from. so i've already written in a few parts of it but intend on revealing more pieces as they open up more to each other. i feel like maybe what i've included so far is a little broken up, so i'll put it together here for ya. i don't think they've changed that much, mostly just cosmetic things.

EDIT: this art is heavy inspiration!

kazuichi: i'm not using his shark teeth, sorry!! i just couldn't make that part feel realistic, especially if he'd had them in high school. but my headcanon was that he had pretty crooked teeth in school; and is just now using an invisalign that's helped a lot. he's kept his hair pink af (though i imagine he's experimented with the exact shade of pink), and it goes quite a bit past his shoulders now, i would say definitely over his shoulderblades. he's experimented with styling it in new ways, mostly with different kinds of braids—i detailed the style during nagito's party as half-up, half-down, with the up portion being in a regular 3-strand braid. he bleaches and dyes his eyebrows too, to match, but he also fills them in a bit with makeup. he has an eyebrow piercing, and a septum piercing, both of which he usually just wears a simple barbell in. he wears a larger gauge in his earlobes (nothing massive) and a collection of piercings in each ear. i like the idea of an industrial and a daith in one ear, and a couple helixes and a forward helix on the other. i haven't 100% decided yet on all the exact ear piercings but the industrial and daith will definitely be there. he's pretty tan and he has some freckles, especially across his nose, cheekbones, and forehead—this is a change since he lives next to a beach now and spends a lot of his free time outside, while he was confined to a city for so long before! also, here's a sneak peek: he's pretty fit, because in the time since he's moved down to minamitane, he's taken up surfing!! he's still a little bit of a fashion disaster lowkey, but he's kinda had to tone it down a bit so he wears more boring "grownup" office clothes for work. he has a few tattoos, though they're all pretty much covered by clothing. we'll definitely get to those eventually, though, as well as his other piercings: both his nipples! chiaki is right, he definitely sets off metal detectors.

gundam: biggest change is the hairstyle!!!! as i detailed in the fic, it's no longer up in the ice cream swoop. i believe in floppy hair gundam supremacy, so it's a lot like the dr3 anime tbh. i love the middle part, and i'm keeping the undercut as well. he found something that worked for him and stuck to it. he does have those bigger streaks in the front of his hair, though they're white due to his poliosis; and he has some premature gray hair too. another big change is the eye color! controversial, maybe, but i'm going with the gray and red both having been color contacts, and his natural eye color is closer to a medium-dark brown. he'll sometimes wear gray in both but i feel like his eyes tend to get irritated by contacts now, haha. also: the "facial scar" was just his dramatic-ass makeup during high school!! no more "scar"!!! he does like a tasteful smokey eye though, even if it does make him look more tired. he stopped wearing the scarf a while ago, since it got in the way while he's working; although sometimes you might catch him pulling the collar of his shirt up to cover his face when he's extremely embarrassed, hehe. he's still pale and built as HELL (we stan gundam's giant tiddies here). no bandages either, but i'll give you another sneak peek: he has sleeve tattoos!!! i'll go into more detail in the next chapter but yes. he's also still a goth, but like, more refined and simplified most of the time? so at nagito's bday he was probably wearing something like a black turtleneck and black pants.

sonia: shorter hair, technically, though still around her waist. also love the idea of her being a liiiittle bit chubbier. 🥰

chiaki: no real changes.

nagito: no real changes.

hajime: no real changes. he's never been crazy about styling his hair a specific way. honestly he's not that obsessed with his own appearance.

fuyuhiko: no real changes, possibly incapable of aging? he might not have those lil designs shaved into his head anymore. he may have lost a little baby fat in his cheeks but otherwise this guy is hiding the fountain of youth.

peko: she's graduated from the girlish dual braids and ribbons, to a more refined look. think sleek, high ponytail; or a single dutch braid. occasional dual french braids. smaller glasses frames, though she's stuck with the rectangular shape. also looks fine as hell in a suit.

i'll be having more characters added eventually, and will be writing in any descriptions of changes! i'll just say that i, personally, have changed very little in appearance since i graduated high school 10 years ago—the main differences being that my hair is a different length, i'm better at makeup, and my nose is pierced (i'm also fatter and have a couple tattoos). so generally everybody is pretty recognizable, there's just some style changes!

god, sorry for going on for so long, but i really hope this helped!!!

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies.

Got you a Dewey x reader fic.

Reader coming out as ace (asexual) while Dewey is playing the guitar and the reader lounging on his lap. Fluff and angst ahead. All aboard! Fair warning... its quite long...

Hope you enjoy. 💜

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Safe

You and Dewey had been friends since kindergarten. You were as thick as thieves. Being able too see your best friend everyday since you two were roommates only made things better.

Dewey was a incredibly bouncy, happy person. That much you guys had in common. You both were as enthausiastic as you were chaotic sometimes. And when you were having one of 'these' days... the ones when you just woke up grumpy, you could find comfort in the small things in each other. He would give you one single look and knew what kind of day it was. It was on these days that Dewey proved himself being the man, the myth and the legend you believed he was. He would make sure your favorite tea was ready in the morning, with just the right amount of honey in it. And he would do anything to crack your mood up during the day. Including some 'sick' dance moves on random moments, and playing requests you had on his guitar always calmed your mind. In return you knew that playing guitar hero cleared his clouded mind, and spontaneous dance parties always made him smile.

Long story short, you'd be there for each other.

.......

The thing was that lately you came to realise that some things were different for you then they were for him.

You always pictured yourself with a partner as loving and caring as Dewey was. You just KNEW he was your favorite person in the world. It was just... difficult. The whole situation had been difficult. There had to be a person in this universe who wanted to know what made you tick. Besides Dewey. Right?

That was a question your head had been occupied with the last couple of months.

Of course you noticed Dewey going out. On dates. With actual girls.

He wasnt the most popular guy you knew, but damn... he had some charm in that authentic and warm personality he had. He also was kinda cute, you had to admit. But you were 101% cool with him dating. Even helping him pick out outfits and scolding him for forgetting garlic on date-night is a no-go. And when he wouldnt come home at night you would smile to yourself, because you was happy for the dude.

So why werent you out there? Dating? Again? You tried. Hell... you tried so SO hard to actually like people.

Liking wasnt the right word. Cause liking people wasnt that difficult. You could love the personalities of people in a heartbeat. Loved the way they laughed, or the freckles on their face, or the way they sat. You'd loved the way they talked about what drove them, what they were passionate about. You loved so many people. Yet you loved no-one.

You came to realise lately that you were kind of different. For instance: Dewey could swoon over a girl he saw for one second. One moment he was chilling with u at your local bar, the next moment you saw that sparkle in his eyes... And with a wink, a pat on your shoulder and a VERY bad attempt to moonwalk away from you, you knew you didnt had to wait up for him.

That was fine. Never bothered you actually. It was a signal you guys had created. Dewey also knew that when u werent in the mood or okay with leaving alone, you would put on a pouty face. That would be his que to get the random-chick's number, promising to call her, before excusing himself to her and drop back on the barstool beside you.

You liked it that way. He was free to go. As were you. He was your buddy. Your parnter in crime. That was the way it was.

You were just frustrated with yourself the last couple of months.

You could look at a man or a woman and be like: jeez, you are pretty. Look at that adorable face!

You would walk up there, talk to them. Now... that wasnt the hard part. The hard part came after that.

When you talked to someone, wether it be a beautifull quirky women or a handsome kind lad... there always came that moment that they would give a 'certain' comment. Or a glance up and down. Or let their hands wander little bit... and the magic would be gone for you.

Totally gone. Your mind would just go: 'nope'. You would find their smile attractive. But when everyone else's knees would give up at their bedroom eyes they gave you, and them saying something like: "you look like i could eat ya, wanna get out of here?" you would just feel nothing. Besides of getting noxious at the idea of them looking at you that way...

.......

Dewey noticed you getting more silent as you internly struggled with this a while. After 'just' men, you started some online research and tried something new. There was a period u had labeled youself as bisexual. But the label just didn't fit right. You tried the word: 'lesbian' for a month or 3.

Dewey had again proven to be an actual legend, after you told him you might not be straight. He was so pumped for you, buzzing with excitement and acceptance when you told him. He bounced up and down on the couch and offered to go to gay-bars together. You even had to keep him from hanging the actual rainbow-flag out of the window, to support you. Dewey suspected you had just been a late bloomer, so he was more then excited when you seemed to make some steps into the date-world, and wanted to make sure he helped you out were he could.

But that wasnt it either. Being bisexual or lesbian was not what made you you as well.

You had been desperately looking for a label to fit you but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

........

Dewey would notice your online research by accident. He got up from his jamming session at the couch and ruffled a hand tiredly throw his brown locks. You was on a date. With... amy? Agnes? He couldnt quite remember. He chuckled, while opening your computer, hoping you'd been having fun.

He was looking on an article about ACDC he came across a while ago, when the google question popped up in the browser history. He frowed, but clicked anyway. "I dont feel sexual attraction towards people. What's wrong with me?"

A pang of guilt creeped through his chest. Did he totally miss all that? Y/n had fun with people in bars right? She was on a date right this moment... with... Anne, or whats her name again?

Dewey poundered, he would always see you laughing and having fun while chatting to strangers. 'God... you was so likeable it was super-easy for you to make new friends.' But after he put some more thought to it, he couldnt quite remember the last time y/n talked about having a crush. Or kissing someone. She didnt even talked about her date today enough for him to be able to remember her name. He felt a bit sad about it but Dewey had to find out what you were feeling, so he clicked through the rest of the history page.

.......

You actually tried to kiss Alma today, you'd been seeing her for a while... You two had a lot in common and you liked the way she practically buzzed with excitement when she talked about mountainbiking, smiling as she did so.

'it only seemed like the right thing to do' you forced yourself to think that... 'Alma deserved that much, right? She'd been so kind to me...'

After your date Alma reached out to softly grab you by your hip, pulling you towards her. 'Well... here goes nothing...' you thought as she brought her mouth closer to you.

But right when your lips were about to meet, it felt wrong. A panic rose in your chest and before you knew what happened you turned your head slightly and kissed her cheeck. You was infuriated with yourself. 'How could you! After date #3. Were you mad? What was wrong with you?!'

The girl in question seemed just as baffled as you. She smiled a sad smile to you, before giving you a side-hug and catching her train to go home.

You sighed, dropped your shoulders as you slumped home. 'Side-hugs are not good. They're not 'relationship-material', you fool." You wanted so bad to be 'normal...'

.......

By the time you was done walking home you reached a new low-piont in your self-esteem. Thats when you noticed u had a missed call. Dewey. You sighed. He had been SO happy for you to be dating. Enthausiastically helping you with your outfit and even what kind of perfume you should wear. You were not only a dissapiontment for yourself... but for Dewey as well.

You quickly wiped away a tear. Damn this. Damn this shit. Damn this day. You just didnt felt it. Again.

All you wanted to do was to jump into a hot shower, eat some pizza on the couch and lounge on the couch, revel in the safe comfort of Dewey.

You were not dissapionted by the smell of your favorite pizza already stalking towards you on the way to your front door. You smiled a bit at that.

Dewey had seen you crying through the window of your apartment and already planned to do something special for you, since you had such a hard time lately and he had been too oblivious too see it. So he decided to make you your favorite pizza, and just be there for you when your date didnt worked out.

You opened the door and was greeted by a dancing Dewey in his boxershorts and old band t-shirt. He was smiling at you while hopping of the cough while The Pretender of the Foo Fighters blasted through your appartement. He headbanged towards the speakers and you managed to get out a small snort. Your neighbours had to hate you guys.

Wiping your nose you tried to smile at him. But failed miserably. You stood in the middle of the living room feeling small and stupid. Your lip was quivering and you wanted to wipe the tear away that was spilling down your cheeck.

All in that moment Dewey was by your side, wiping away the tear that you inteded to brush away yourself.

You smiled sadly at him, through your tears and sobs. And you heard him mumble your name while pulling you into his arms. "Its okay love. You're okay. Im so proud of you." He started petting your head softly with his calloused fingers and holding you close. He knew this was a big step for you, and didnt asked any questions about your breakdown. Or date. He wanted you to tell him when you were ready. Untill then there were no words needed.

You got out of his loving embrace when you heard something beeping in the distance. "Dew! The pizza!" You smacked his arm and while muttering a "fuck" under his breath, he took a dive towards the oven.

He smiled a lopsided smile to you while striking a ridiculous pose, using the towel in his hands as a cape. He sing song: "i am the pizza heroooooo and i present you your favorite pizza, mylady...." You couldnt help but cackle at that. "Your a weirdo Dew... but thanx pizza-king."

.......

You two ate on the couch after you took a shower and dressed in your favorite sweats.

After Dewey had put away the dishes he dropped on the couch with you and grabbed his guitar. You went to lie with your head on his lap while he was tuning the strings. You listened to him fumbling with some wires and relaxed at the familiar sound and the rise of his chest above you. He played some chords untill there was a rythem in them and you felt your clouded mind become clearer.

You were relaxing against him when you heard him mumble your name... "hey y/n, wanna hear anything particular?" You shaked your head no.

He hummed in response, playing the tune of your favorite song anyway.

Dewey softly started singing:

"And i don't want the world to see me.

Cause i don't think that they'll understand.

When everything is made to be broken.

I just want you to know who i am...."

You felt the tears behind your eyes prickling. With a soft poke in his chest you whispered with all the courage you had left: "...Dew... Dewey..."

"Hmmm...sweetheart, whats up?" He replied softly.

You sighed, rubbing your hand against your forehead, gathering some more courage. You muttered: "I ehm.... I think I need to tell you something Dew..."

He went to put his guitar away. Shifting slightly so you was lying with your head on his lap, and he could look you right in the eye from how he was sitting. He grabbed your hand ,that out of stress had been clutching your own sweater, and placed his hand around yours. Squeezing lightly in encouragement. He smiled at you. It was an understanding smile, full of love and patience. You could cry at that alone. But swallowed your tears away, there had been anough crying today you decided.

Dewey saw you swallow hard and brought your clutched hands to his mouth and kissed them. "You can tell me anyting babe. You know that right?" You hummed in response.

Knowing you could trust him but also feeling incredibly scared and anxious... you stuttered: "Dew... i think... there is a reason i dont... i think i might be..." he squeezed your hand one more time.

You took that as an encouragement and mumbled the words that were nagging you for the past few months, your nerves barely made your voice louder then a whisper: "I think... ehm... I might be asexual Dewey..."

You felt like you could throw up. Or cry. Or both. You actually were about to bolt and do just that, untill you heard a familiar voice bringing u back to the present moment.

"... y/n... love... youknow..."

You coulndnt even hear full scentences of what Dewey was saying. His voice fading away, your nerves making it hard to fucus. He noticed your absence and your shallowing breathing, your breaths becoming faster and shorter with each one you took in. You couldnt even look at him while saying that. You were a pathetic coward... and now he would finally see you for the freak and the outcast you were. He would be disgusted and think you were a robot and leave you... You took another shaking breath...

A feeling brought you out of your shallow breathing. You noticed familliar calloused fingers glide through your hair. Combing through it and massaging your scalp softly. A smile appeared on your face, his movement was slowly getting the darkness outof your head. Finally you dared to look up towards Dewey. He was softly humming to you. His voice always calmed you, definetly right in this moment. His humming grounded you, while he was softly playing with your hair. You felt his other thumb circle softly on your hand he was still holding.

He smiled a soft smile at you, whisperening: "Hey... your back with me princess?" You nodded slowly. Tears spilling on your cheeks once again. "y/n, sweetheart, i love you the way you are. Always did, and always will. You are you. And if that is being asexual, then that's totally okay and i will be here for you. Every step of the way. Im so proud of you..."

He wiped away your tears, and while you choked out a "thank you Dewey", he kissed you on your forehead.

"Im so proud of you coming to terms with yourself. You dont have to do anything you dont want, okay? Dont ever feel obligated to date anyone just to feel 'normal'. You are you, y/n. And you are enough."

You smiled at that and yawned. The emotions of today suddenly making you very tired. "Dew..." you mumbled sleepy.

"Yeah...?"

"You may do the head-massage more often... it feels nice"

He chuckled at that, pinching your nose playfully. "Thats a deal... now off to bed with you, miss platonic."

You chuckled sleepily. Admire-ing his bad jokes even at this time and moment.

"Thanx Dewey..."

"Anytime babe..." he awnsered.

You stood up, your head and body suddenly heavy with sleep. Your mind drifted for a moment, but came back to the presence of Dewey sofly poking your side. You giggled, he knew you were ticklish there, and you swatted his hand away when he tried to do it a second time. He chuckled at that, glad he made you laugh again.

You looked at the floor. Anxiety bubbling in your chest at the nagging question in your head. Could you ask him this? After all that just happened? Would he still take you serious if you did? It wasn't sexual but still as intimate as you could be, and you didn't want to seem like you weren't serious. Since... well... people... sometimes mistook cuddles for sex. You still felt anxcious and conflicted, but didn't want to sleep alone. You took a big breath, looking a bit tired and sleepy up at him. Heart thumping nervously in your chest as your hands started to sweat. You glanced at his face and when you saw a half smile creeping up his face you knew you could ask him anything.

"Dew.... would you..." you had to stop because a yawn was bugging you. You continued after wiping your face sleepily, still anxious: "would you mind sleeping with me tonight? I... just... really dont wanna be alone right now. I need some cuddles." You confessed, biting your lip as you waited for his response. Anxiety slowly spreading in your chest as you waited at his awnser.

Instead of awnsering with words Dewey got up from the couch and pulled you into a big hug, once again petting your hair while holding you tight. You sighed and felt the tension leaving your body as he held you. "Of course..." he mumbled sofly in the crook of your neck. You took a big breath through your nose, nerves calming as you were surrounded by the familiar smell of Dewey. A familiar smell of tea-tree-oil, a bit of sweat and a hint of pizza from your dinner. His body was warm and his stubble tickled your neck as he held you close. You felt safe in his arms, and less troubled. Your mind cleared with every breath you felt him take in as the two stood there together. His hands seemed to wipe every anxious, stressed thought you had away. His calloused fingers still combing trough your hair affectionately. You sighed back at him, relaxed by his caring touch: "Thanx Dew...."

......

When you lay in your bed, later that night you fell asleep quite quickly. You knew you wouldnt be alone. Dewey snored a little in his sleep, and you couldnt help but smile. Feeling safe in his strong arms as he hugged you in his sleep, you felt his calm breath on your neck. The last thing you thought before drifting off was: 'Its gonna be fine. Im gonna be okay. Dewey is with me. Whatever i happen to like or not like, feel or not feel...

Dewey is here. Right by my side.'

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