#to be clear I have nothing against the heroes I still really like them too😭

[lieutenantselnia]

The voices of my f/os are often quite important for me and I feel with Firmus it's no different ... First of all, I genuinely adore how softspoken he talks. Even though he rises to a righ rank, he's not boasting about like some other officers have the tendency to do, but is speaking rather calm and measured, almost quiet sometimes (I literally have to turn the volume up and down all the time in some of his scenes, because I want to hear him properly but the other characters seem too loud in comparison then). He's still able to raise his voice when needed, and will do so if he has to give an urgent order that must be followed immediately, but I think it's just not in his nature to do it without reason. As someone rather quiet myself, I really love that about him.

Another thing, of course, is the accent. As a non-native speaker I'm not proficient enough to determine what specific accent he has, but I love how that rolled R slips through occasionally. Not nearly as strong or frequently as for example Grand Moff Tarkin uses it*, it's more like a pleasant surprise that pops up every now and then. I believe it's called received pronunciation (any British people here who can help me out?), and I personally just find it wonderful to listen to.

*Say what you will about the character but his accent absolutely slaps, I'd totally listen to an audiobook read by him. Generally so many of the Imperial officers have such nice voices to listen to, because they casted mostly British actors for them and due to Star Wars being already an older movie, many of them were using that kind of accent that was more common at the time than it is today. In my humble opinion they should bring that back especially for villains >:)

[sodrippy]

one of these days i need the full story of your dnd mishap

😭😭😭 please

the short story is our party had three people (2 players + DM) who thought we were playing a fun friendly magical campaign and two people who wanted to recreate a critical role campaign amongst themselves...i think if youre familiar w cr you might immediately see the issue there.

long story is people put WAY way too much personal shit into their characters and almost immediately started taking the actions of characters as genuine irl slights and like. two sessions in had already lost sight of the difference between the pc and the player.

oh shit this got really long im sorry i dont think you care This much but i havent thought about it in a while and it bewilders me every time-

SO i was playing a cunty rogue and had TOLD everyone 'hey she is probably gonna clash w the party at first, but she'll warm up to everyone really fast, so dont worry about that' like it was clearly in the spirit of building a realistic character who had her own hangups etc. which i assumed the others would understand bc they'd done the same. plus is it not boring and unreal asf if a bunch of strangers meet after a murder of someone close to them and all just get along immediately w no suspicions or secrecy? cmon man.

and yet. the two cr-people got really weird about my pirate character stealing (???) and sincerely pulled the dm aside to express their concerns about the 'level of violence being enacted' and asked that we all try to be aware of what class of people we did crimes against. like. they wanted me to stop stealing from the 99% and ask everyone if they were rich before i picked their pocket ig. ALL THE WHILE. ONE OF THE OFFENDING PCS WAS IN THE MAFIA?????? LIKE. DIRECTLY EMBEDDED IN THE MAFIA THAT RAN THE TOWN.

i suppose that pc was off the hook bc he did possess the elf cock that the other guy wanted so bad, so. love won. i guess.

anyway they ended up taking hours out of our sessions to just dialogue-rp about slowly falling in love in a complex way or something. except then the non-elf player was like 'actually, dm, can you give me a love interest npc i need to add more depth to my character.' or smth, to which our dm lovingly crafted a beautiful working class hero of a guy. which the pc proceeded to hard reject. what was the point of any of this? we may never know<3

need to be clear as well this was all happening over discord bc we all live in different timezones, my very close friend was up at 2AM for this bullshit every week. AND he didnt even KNOW these other people very well, but suddenly theyre finding fault w not just his character but him as a PERSON? i just rmrd they accused him of like.....negatively influencing me??? like. MORALLY???? brother we have been friends for 10 years you are nothing to us you dont know us like that lol.

but they did REALLY really hate my character, which eventually made me feel like shit all the time bc like. obviously im putting work into her, its a creative construction and to have it railed against that badly is not fun. so i said ok you know what, ill just make a new character, hopefully thatll keep the peace and we can salvage this.

so i pitch a new character and oh they LOVE her. they fucking love her concept. which was so.........the first character was a lot easier for me to play bc she was a little more like me, and this character was specifically the opposite....how am i meant to take that reaction, yknow

which also reminds me: the original pirate rogue i played was a tiefling (yeah yeah gay stereotype i know. im not subtle or original, whatever) and there was a complaint (made only half-jokingly, ykwim) that she was too white.

shes not even HUMAN what the fuck do you mean shes too WHITE. IM not white that should imbue any character i create w an inherent not-whiteness. but even still, again, she is half sea creature. shes not. human. to be assigned a race like that....hello??

anyway so these two cr-rp players eventually blocked me and my friend on tumblr without saying anything, and got confused when we found out and said 'yeah ok we dont wanna play dnd with some guy who has blocked us on other social media' as if WE were the weirdos. like they saw no problem w continuing this disastrous campaign as long as they got their mandatory monologue time.

the worst part is my dm made SUCH a stunning campaign and world and it was so so so fun outside of this mess, i still feel really bad they never got to realise the world fully. plus my character had a sickass backstory thing where she was like. slowly unlocking latent magic the longer she spent underwater bc her demon parent was abyssal and stuff. which is whatever but the sick part is she was developing SCALES and maybe GILLS. in like a nasty gorey way it was gonna be so cool. but noooo lets talk about strange morality and your lameass god for 1.5 hrs. at 11pm on a friday.

[devieuls]

hello! i really like how you write for Keigo 😭

Im sorry but can i request Hawks with a smaller fem reader? maybe she has mouse quirk?

He really loves their size difference and the little prey and predator thing going on between them <3

Just some fluffy stuff about their daily life, and if you can maybe a bit of nsfw? 👉🏼👈🏼

Sorry if its too much! Love your blog!!

THE DAY OFF

Hawks x Fem Reader ¡smut!

Warning : nothing wrong at first, just sweet fluff and a little bit more spicy. Towards the end: a little more spicy

Synopsis : Your boyfriend after a week of tiring work needs to clear his mind and allow himself some time with you between sweet moments and… why not, maybe some attention a little more… intimate.

Length : 2.5k +

Note: Honey, don’t apologize, I’m also here for your requests! I left implied the height factor, you understand however that Hawks plays a lot on your difference.

I made the protagonist of the story a day of rest for Keigo and Reader, so I’m sorry I could not do many small macroscenes, I tried but the effect that came out wasn't really in my style. Moreover, the characterization of Hawks doesn't make me write totally innocent and only soft with the reader, especially in the home. I hope you like it anyway!

Thanks for the support and compliments!

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For many weeks your sweet boyfriend has been busy with work, between the new recruited helpers, his public appearances at the request of his agency and the hard work of hero n.2, you didn’t even have time to talk or do something together. You didn’t complain, you were also a hero, of much lower rank but always a hero, so you didn’t blame him if he was too exhausted to give you attention.

The night you spent the time to cuddle him and to make him feel your presence while he fell asleep slowly, you needed that little to be happy. See how his muscles relaxed under your touch, his wings letting go on the bed losing some plumes; his tired but serene face resting on your breast, while his arms wrapped around your body as if you could leave at any moment, whispering some sweet thanks before falling totally asleep.

The bad part came in the morning, when you woke up alone in bed with no trace of him, like a ghost only visiting you at night, of course, you knew he would come home every time but you missed his presence. When it was still No.3 you had more time to spend together, even short moments that lasted as long as a movie.

Fortunately Keigo had had three days of rest, a bit for the pressure made by the n.1 who saw him exhausted both by the association to which he replied, the winged hero would never take a day off, it was not in his nature to rest without reason, especially if he knew he was fundamental in the dynamics against villains. However, he accepted these days to recover and maybe give you some extra attention, knowing that he had really left gaps in your relationship.

That morning you woke up as always alone, it was habit by now, therefore you had not given weight to some feathers left on the bed or some objects of Keigo’s costume left around the room. You took a quick shower, washed your clothes, and put on one of Keigo’s hoodies to stay in, ready for breakfast and maybe a movie.

Your ears stood up when you heard some noises in the next room, knowing for a fact that there should have been no one in the house but you. You felt some chills as you took the wooden broom pole and walked towards the kitchen, knowing that the noise was coming from there. You tightened your grip just before entering and once you crossed the threshold you were more than ready to use the pole to attack the intruder.

Fortunately, it was just your boyfriend making breakfast, now looking at you with a confused expression.

< Woah Woah, angel I understand that I was very absent, but it is not a good reason to take me to poles > he said laughing while he turned the omelet and controlled the rice.

< No… it’s that you… I mean, I heard noises and… you’re never there in the morning, I didn’t expect… > you answered by putting the pole down and then approaching him.

< Didn’t you expect me to be home? I’m on forced rest or some shit like that, I don’t know. But I have more time to spend with a beautiful mouse > he walked away from the cooking area and approached you, taking you from your hips and landing on the part of the kitchen peninsula, making you shudder because of the cold marble against your bare legs. < Are you hungry princess? > he asked leaning on your neck, leaving some wet kiss.

You've bitten your lip feeling the little attentions of your boyfriend on your neck

< A little bit… since when do you cook anything other than fried chicken? > you asked laughing, leading the blond to detach from you and look into your eyes.

< You know, I have so many hidden talents, babybird. > said with a deeper tone than the previous, causing a senseless redness on your cheeks.

He smiled as you blushed and lowered himself between your legs, at the height of your intimacy making you suspect that he would go to tease you there and blushed more, the boy laughed and opened the scaffold that was under you, pulling out some bowls and plates. when he stood up again and laid the various ceramic plates, he felt your look burn on his bare back.

< What is it, princess? You thought I’d touch you there? > asked jokingly, knowing perfectly well that doing what he did would make you think of something else altogether.

< N-no! is that you stooped there and… fuck it, don’t do it anymore if then- > you stopped when the predatory look of Keigo was peering from head to toe, overtaking on your bare legs under his sweatshirt. He leaned on one of the shelves and bit his lip.

< "If then" what, birdie? if I don’t really do it? You know, my appetite has now changed tastes, I could eat my little y/n > he said to then indicate your legs < Especially if the dish is so well in sight > he concluded, approaching you again, putting his hands under his sweatshirt, immediately feeling the absence of panties. < How can I expect to eat anything else? > he asked as his thumbs caressed the point between the hip and the "V" of your intimacy, making you squeak.

< K-Keigo is burning something… > You said while holding a deep breath, and then release it when the blond walked away from you to turn the fried omelet on one side.

You stepped off the shelf and sat down in one of the peninsula’s stools that overlooked the open space of the living and dining room.

< The omelet is gone, there remains fish, rice and vegetables, I hope this suffices > he said while he was bringing on the table the various dishes and bowls, also retrieving some green tea and chopsticks to eat. < Princess, it’s ready, come and eat >

You nodded and then you reached him and you got your mouth watering < Wow, after this, we can get married > You said without thinking. Actually you weren’t the best cook, of course you could do something but Keigo… well he between the serving and the scent that left his food seemed almost a chef.

He laughed for the umpteenth time and moved your chair for you to sit. < As if you could decide otherwise, we’ll get married. > he said to serve you the various dishes and then sit in front of you.

You stepped off the shelf and sat down in one of the peninsula’s stools that overlooked the open space of the living and dining room.

< The omelet is gone, there remains fish, rice and vegetables, I hope this suffices > he said while he was bringing on the table the various dishes and bowls, also retrieving some green tea and chopsticks to eat. < Princess, it’s ready, come and eat >

You nodded and then you reached him and you got your mouth watering < Wow, after this, we can get married > You said without thinking. Actually you weren’t the best cook, of course you could do something but Keigo… well he between the serving and the scent that left his food seemed almost a chef.

He laughed for the umpteenth time and moved your chair for you to sit. < As if you could decide otherwise, we’ll get married. > he said to serve you the various dishes and then sit in front of you.

You spent the time of breakfast in peace between jokes and chatter, littleness that you missed to say the least, see him smile and tease you for your cute reactions made you feel good.

After washing the dishes you let yourself go on the sofa, to watch some movies and spend time pampering yourself. You found yourself lying on his chest as he gently stroked your back and played with your hair, sniffing it every now and then, enjoying your sweet scent. You hid the blush on his chest, trying to focus on the film you were supposed to watch together, but in half an hour of film you thought about how relaxing it was to be in that position with him expressing his affection without being a complete pervert.

He also left you sweet kisses blowing on your cheeks and your head, making you close your eyes and almost fall asleep for all that sweet attention, until you had to get up to go to the bathroom to do your business and maybe check if the washing machine full of your underwear had finished, so as not to remain in that condition with a perennial horny like Keigo. Not that you mind having sex with him again, on the contrary, it turns you on just the idea of being able to touch him again, feel him again…

After finishing in the bathroom and realizing that you still have all your underwear wet, you left the room and walked into the hallway to get back to your boyfriend. Suddenly you felt big warm hands, one covering your mouth and the other on your side, forcing you to back away, you felt the heart in a thousand and you tried to free yourself from the grip of the person, until he stuck you against the wall and began to kiss your neck with a certain fury. You gasped and sighed relieved as you recognized your boyfriend’s touch, letting yourself go to his attentions.

He smiled smugly at your reaction, carrying your arm behind your back and with the hand closing your mouth he did the same with the other arm.

< I need you to be a good girl. > He said with a deep, hoarse voice, giggling in the same tone, already making you feel wet between the legs. You nodded in response, biting your lip and sobbing when you felt his fingers playing under your sweatshirt. It was ridiculous how wet you were with so little, but you blamed it on the sex withdrawal that lasted for weeks.

After finishing in the bathroom and realizing that you still have all your underwear wet, you left the room and walked into the hallway to get back to your boyfriend. Suddenly you felt big warm hands, one covering your mouth and the other on your side, forcing you to back away, you felt the heart in a thousand and you tried to free yourself from the grip of the person, until he stuck you against the wall and began to kiss your neck with a certain fury. You gasped and sighed relieved as you recognized your boyfriend’s touch, letting yourself go to his attentions.

He smiled smugly at your reaction, carrying your arm behind your back and with the hand closing your mouth he did the same with the other arm.

< I need you to be a good girl. > He said with a deep, hoarse voice, giggling in the same tone, already making you feel wet between the legs. You nodded in response, biting your lip and sobbing when you felt his fingers playing under your sweatshirt. It was ridiculous how wet you were with so little, but you blamed the abstinence from sex that lasted for weeks.

Only one of his hands remained to block your arms thanks to the wrists crossed, while his fingers caressed and followed the line that led to the center of your intimacy, making you squeak. You sighed heavily as he began rubbing his middle finger on your core, then descended towards your clitoris and began massaging it, switching with his thumb.

You slammed your head against the wall, biting your lip so hard that you broke it and spilled a trickle of blood that Keigo promptly licked while mumbling. A groan came out of your mouth, making you clench your fists and stick your nails in your palms, leaving small half moons on them. The blond smiled satisfied, pitting his erection against your stomach, making you feel how hard you had made him.

This was one of the things that Keigo loved most, your height so much lower than him, that he could make you feel his erection in that way or stand on top of you just like that, making you feel like a helpless little prey.

Keigo came to you with his fingers as easily as a knife cuts butter after being out of the fridge for hours. You dripped on his fingers and groaned obscenely against his ear, making him pant with pleasure, and then came out of you with a clean scissor kick. You left a small scream of frustration and he walked away from you, just enough to leave a small space for you to shoot but enough to look at you from above with that predatory look in the dim light, almost leaving that amber that he had in his eyes shine. < I want you to spread your legs on the bed right now. > He said in an authoritarian tone, observing how your legs were shaking for the previous stimulation. With a little heaviness you detached yourself from the wall and slowly walked, finding it behind you immediately after.

< Run, little mouse. > He growled against your ear, making you shudder and accelerate the pace, to get to the room < Run, because if I get to the room before you, I will make you scream so much that you will lose your voice. > He said to disappear into the dark.

You were almost tempted to be late and suffer the consequences, but you knew better not to play with fire, especially if the fire in question was a horny winged boy with so many perversions that BDSM could make a book about him. You stopped to think about the decision to be made but then you thought it was better not to disobey and arrive sooner.

Too bad that when you came to the room with your breath, there was your boyfriend on the doorjamb, with an annoyed look that turned to you, always predatory and that made you feel so small and insignificant.

< Too late, mouse. Take off your sweatshirt and get doggy on the bed, now. > his voice thundered in the empty room, making you tremble and nod. You felt like you were in a cage, you knew it wouldn’t go lightly, but maybe… you didn’t mind at all.

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I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Don’t hate me, I have to let you imagine some perverted scenes with your favorite winged hero, I know you can make whole sagas with the mind films you make about him.

Don’t hate me for this choice, I’m sure you’ll like it, the anon asked me for some nsfw and I wrote some of it

- Mel