#while he IS gorgeous with his helmet on - i like to think he's very pretty underneath it too 😌😌😌😌😌

[mo-ok]

castle ninja baron owl my beloved

[heartsaturn]

“i’m wearing tennessee orange for him” - lh43

luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which, blood doesn’t run thicker than water

warnings: nothing (??), intended lowercase, set in luke’s last season at umich, awkward!luke and a bit of shy!luke, ends in a bit of a cliffhanger so i’m open for part two requests if anyone wants it

a/n: woah !!! sara actually write a fic ?!? ik ik it’s crazy. this was requested by my one and only @daniiiboo, i deeply apologize for taking five years (a few MONTHS 😓) for this to come out. i still don’t really like this fic but i like it enough to post it.

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if one thing is true, it is that ohio state hates university of michigan. the feeling is definitely mutual. the two schools have been rivals since before you can remember. all you know is that you cannot associate with someone from michigan. you were raised a buckeye, and you will stay a loyal buckeye, right?

well, being a loyal buckeye is really damn hard right now.

it is not an abnormal thing for you and your friends to go and support the sports teams at your school. most of the time, it was football games. sometimes, it was hockey games. and now hockey season is starting. the stadium buzzes with energy at the first rival game of the season. it’s the beginning of october and the beginning of fall, which you believe is one of the best times of the year. the air finally starts to become crisp after a blazing summer. it couldn’t be a better time for a hockey game. so, you and your friend decide to go to the game for the atmosphere.

just here for the atmosphere, you try to remind yourself now. you also happen to be questioning in your mind why a hockey player just tossed you a puck. a michigan hockey player. there is no way that he thought you were a michigan fan because, first of all, there is a very minimal amount of michigan fans. you’re literally at your home arena. second of all, you and all of your friends are wearing ohio state gear. who does this stupidly gorgeous wolverine think he is?

while all of your friends start squealing because of this boy’s gesture, you sit there in shock. you look at the puck that rests in your hands. you don’t snap out of your confused daze until one of your friends nudges you.

“you think he’s cute?” she asks with a small smile on her face. her words are teasing and her smile is smug.

of course, you think he’s cute. how could you not? he is tall, has curly hair that you can see peaking through his helmet, and you note the little smirk that he had on his face as he skated away from you.

“he’s not bad-looking,” you answer. you can’t stop a small smile that grows on your face as you look down at the little gift.

during the game, you and your friends find out that this boy’s number is 43 and his last name is hughes. you can’t deny that your eyes follow him almost the whole game. you try not to let them wander, you really do. upon finding out his last name and jersey number, your friends are able to find his instagram account.

“you guys are actually insane,” you say with a snicker.

“we just found your future boyfriend on instagram, so you're welcome,” one of your friends teases sassily.

the game goes on and the whole arena is filled with chants and overwhelming school spirit as ohio state finishes off the game, winning 4-3 in overtime.

this is not good for luke. his mind has gone into a spiral of what went wrong and what the team could have done better when he remembers his bold actions during warmups. the truth is, luke isn’t some cocky hotshot hockey player. he is just an awkward college student who happens to be pretty darn good at the sport he plays. luke is charming and charismatic. he knows this, mainly because he has been told by other people. he just isn’t all that confident in using these abilities quite yet.

luke can already feel the regret bubbling inside of him because of his previous actions, certain that he has zero shot with this girl. what are the chances of him even seeing her anyway? well, apparently very high because he does see her again.

you had let your friends encourage you to wait outside the locker rooms to see if you could find the boy that they so desperately want you to meet. and then they left you. they left you wandering outside the locker rooms anxiously by yourself. in their minds, it was a way to get you alone with luke. in your mind, it was downright mean. the only people who really stand outside the locker rooms are family members and girlfriends, which you are neither of. you feel out of place and you honestly hope that luke comes out of the locker room just so that you don’t have to hover awkwardly for much longer.

then, your prayers are answered because out walks the same hockey player that had so shamelessly thrown a girl on the opposing school’s team a puck earlier. only this time, the boy looks much less intimidating. he actually looks quite friendly. when he walks out of the locker room, he is talking with one of his teammates. he looks exhausted and a bit beaten up from the loss that his team just faced, but that doesn’t make him any less attractive in your eyes.

luke sees you and immediately recognizes you. he couldn’t forget such a pretty face. honestly, that is probably the only reason that he gained the confidence to toss you a puck in the first place. seeing you smiling with your friends and looking so gorgeous while doing it made luke so desperate to try and flirt with you.

now, luke is a tad stunned. he sees you and just freezes for a moment. he decides to approach you after a few seconds of you not noticing him.

“hello,” you hear a male voice say after clearing his throat. you spin around to see the captivating wolverine from earlier.

“oh, hi..” you reply softly. both of you seem too shy to speak to the other properly.

“thanks for the puck,” you speak up, now looking up at his taller frame.

“oh yeah, no problem. i’m sure you get that all the time being as stunning as you are…” luke says back. his demeanor is still very bashful. although, he can feel his confidence swell as the conversation flows on because there is no way that he is losing his chance with you.

you find his attempt at flirting a bit amusing but still sweet. his continuous attempts to impress you and try to hold the discussion with you are honestly adorable.

“not usually, and not by anyone i would want to get to know anyway. i could make an exception for you though,” you respond, a pleased smile finding its way to your features.

“do you want to get to know me while we get lunch then?” luke asks. very smooth transition, luke. very smooth indeed.

“our schools are three hours away from each other you know…” you say. your words are meant to be taken almost as a warning. not just a warning to luke but to yourself as well.

“i have a feeling i’ll be in it for the long game,” the boy simply replies with a little grin and slight shrug. his casual answer eased you a bit and let you know that he wants to make it work out if you also want to.

you have literally known this boy for a whole two minutes of your life and you are already thinking about if you could go long distance with him. i guess he really did catch your attention on the ice.

“i’m luke by the way,” he says.

“y/n,” you reply.

you don’t dare to tell your family what school luke goes to if you guys do end up making it work.

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word count: 1269

[generalkenobee]

Kylo Ren headcannons

This short story includes NSFW headcannons and SFW

There's a bit of angst

~ He's possessive, very. If you think you can just have a conversation with general Hux like a normal person you're sadly mistaken

~ He towers over you

~ he always has his hands on you, your thighs, around your shoulder, your hand resting in his. I feel like he needs that extra reminder that you're here with him

~ Kylo won't show public affection, if you're being stared down by a certain stormtrooper he'll take pursuit but if it's just holding hands in public it's kind of a big no no

~ he has scars everywhere, his chest, back of his thighs, knees, everywhere. When you first ran your hands over them he was embarrassed and confused, but now he knows it's just a form of you showing your affection for him

~ if you're arguing he won't say sorry first when you first get together. It takes him time to understand how to work together in a relationship

~ little glances from under his helmet, no one can see where his eyes are going.. including you

~ his dark secret is he loves when you play with his thick black hair, it lulls him to sleep

~ Kylo really has beautiful hair, that's the only way to explain it. The way it swings while lightsaber training, how it falls on his pillow during sleep, it fluffs up sometimes and when it does...oh my god

~you're the only person allowed to call him Ben

~you told him he was pretty in the first month or so you were together and he got confused

~there was a time when you got jealous of Rey and the attention she was getting and Kylo had to remind you that he only wants you

~his gorgeous full lips, they feel so good everywhere

•NSFW•

~ I think that he can be pretty sensual during sex

~please tell him he's doing good

~his voice is just so pretty he doesn't moan often but when he does it's like a little surprise for you

~call him sir if he's feeling dominant, if it's slow sensual call him Ben

~mask on during dominant sex-

~I shouldn't even be saying this because it's so obvious but size kink HUGE size kink. Everything about him is big, dick, height, muscles, hands. If you express how you like how big he is he puts it to action in the bedroom

~I think he's really good at eating pussy (big noses😩)

~you couldn't fit him all the way in the first time

~use your pointer finger and thumb to rub his tip

~his tip is definitely a red shade. His cock gives off angry vibes

~this man's sex drive is insane, same with stamina

~Hux walked in one time and Kylo just kept thrusting harder, maybe it was to make Hux jealous, or maybe because he just doesn't care whose watching

[writingstoraes]

wrong wolff 🗯

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!wolff!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: i am once again in a slump! i keep starting works and not finishing them midway lol hope you guys like this! let me know what u think 🤍

about: amidst the talks of charles' contract renewal at ferrari, rumors associating him with Mercedes arises as he is apparently offered a seat by their very own team principal. turns out, the Mercedes boss' daughter also grew close with the driver in the middle of all negotiations.

ynwolff

liked by susiewolff, danielricciardo, pierregasly, and 1,223,991 others

ynwolff finally back at the paddock to not only watch races, but annoy my dad while i'm at it 🏎️

tagged: mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 The princess of the paddock is finally back!

susiewolff Dad has already sent 4 texts messages about how he lost sight of you 🤣

ynwolff don't worry, i was just looking around :)

brocedes23 So beautiful in person! Able to ask for a picture on her way to the Ferrari garage! ❤️

charlosluv WOAHH she watched the race there? pierresgirl Toto Wolff's daughter watching a race at the Ferrari garage now that's interesting... hold on

ynwolff

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, mercedesamgf1, and 906,445 others

ynwolff met with some nice people today :) hey, scuderiaferrari, your drivers are actually not all bad (one is surprisingly funny) 🤯

mercedesamgf1 Ferrari, please bring our boss' daughter back in one piece!

scuderiaferrari You have our word 👌

gaslys10 ok so she was actually at the ferrari garage this is so amazing of her lol

lecs1655 it's nice to see her getting along with other drivers, not a lot of this seen in the paddock ❤️

lovermidnights I think she's good friends with some drivers, recently Charles, she's with Toto usually when they go out, along with Lewis

charles_leclerc Thanks, funny is my best trait :D

ynwolff sure, i was talking about you 😁 charles_leclerc Pretty snappy response from someone who can't stop laughing at my basketball joke ynwolff i was laughing at you, not because of you, there is a difference charles_leclerc Sure, whatever you say 🤷‍♀️

ferrariscud NOT Y/N AND CHARLES FLIRTING AT THE COMMENTS?? IN FRONT OF MY SALAD???

ynwolff

liked by susiewolff, charles_leclerc, mercedesamgf1, and 1,451,556 others

ynwolff photoshoots and whatnot 📸 had to include this helmet i looove so much (glad the photographer loved it, too)

mercedesamgf1 Wolff serving as always!

susiewolff My gorgeous daughter 💓

charles_leclerc I hope next time you play badminton as good as you look

ynwolff did you just call me pretty carlossainz55 LOL charles_leclerc No? I said you suck at badminton ferrarigirlie charles is so me when flirting

charles_leclerc recently added to his instagram story!

charles_leclerc

liked by ynwolff, susiewolff, mercedesamgf1, and 1,442,985 others

charles_leclerc I, in fact, signed a contract today: to take her out for as many ice cream dates as she wishes and watch a dozen of her favorite movies in one day.

tagged: ynwolff

ynwolff pleasure doing business with you, chuckles

charles_leclerc So you admit, I was the funny one

mercedesamgf1 Business-minded just like her dad 🫡

loveswolff THIS IS SO CUTE

ricciardochamp she is both a wag and the boss' daughter, unmatched

ynwolff

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, susiewolff, and 1,238,990 others

ynwolff loving him is definitely red ❤️

tagged: charles_leclerc

carlossainz55 Finally! Charles won't stop whining asking me when I think you're going to post him 🙄

charles_leclerc Whatever happened to teammate confidentiality carlossainz55 I like her more than you, she's nicer so

susiewolff Dad would like to clear some things: he did not just say all the nice things about Charles just because you're his girlfriend, in fact, in his own words, he knew him first

ynwolff my own father competing with me? charles_leclerc 😅😅😅

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: this was quite lengthy i got carried away sorry lol anyway lmk what u guys think! currently working on wip's and requests hehehe also thinking of doing a permanent taglist, would anyone be interested in joining hehehehe

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Please Love Me- Bucky x Stark!Reader

A/N: I didn’t mean for this to be so angst filled 😅

Summary: Bucky looks after you after a bad fight with you dad Tony Stark

Word count: 887 words

“He doesn’t care about you! All he’s gonna do is treat you like a housewife and an idiot! He’s a bad person and he doesn’t love y-“ You cut your father off with a slap across his face. You can take a lot from the man before you, but saying Bucky didn’t love you was too far.

“Wow guess he’s already rubbed off on you.” Tony glared at you.

“Yeh he has. Don’t you dare ever say that he doesn’t love me. He treats me with more respect and kindness then you do. You can just fuck off!” You glare right back at him.

The tears that brimmed in your eyes began fall as you stormed out of the lab, needing desperately to get away.

“If you go to that murderer tonight, don’t think of coming back.” He called after you.

This made you stop in your tracks. You and Tony had fought before, it was only natural, but he had never told you that you weren’t welcome. In that moment you knew where you’d be most safe and loved.

“I guess I’ll have to pack a pretty big bag than.” You declare.

Your voice shaking and tears run down your face as you look into your dads eyes, but you keep your head high, refusing to seem weak in this moment.

With that last comment you turn and leave quickly, before he can get another word in.

By the time you get to your room, your eyes are so full of tears you can barely see your phone as you text Bucky. You couldn’t be here anymore and you knew he’d be there for you.

Packing as much into a large duffle bag as you can, you wait for Bucky to text you that he’s there. You choked down your sobs as you began to pack away your life into the bag. This was the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make but you knew it was for the best.

As soon as you zipped the large duffle closed, you got a text from Bucky saying he was there. Throwing the large bag over your shoulder, you make your way down to the street below.

“What’s happened, doll?” Bucky asked sweetly, as he gently cupped your cheeks.

“I don’t want to talk about it just yet. Please just take me home.” You sob as you push your face into his hand.

“Okay, baby. Hop on and I’ll take care of you.” Bucky comforted, sweetly kissing your lips as he hands you a helmet.

Straddling his bike, you tightly wrap your arms around his torso with your head pushed into his back. The tears blinded you as your grip around him tightened the whole ride, and your body shook.

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Finally arriving at his apartment, you push him against the wall in a heated and desperate kiss. A need to feel him and have him love you coursing through your veins.

“Baby, while I love this, you still need to talk to me about what happened.” He told you worriedly. Gently cupping your face he looked into your eyes with love and softness.

That very look in his eyes had you breaking into tears once again.

“Please just love me, Bucky. I’ll tell you everything later but please just love me for now.” You beg him, staring up into his sweet eyes.

Staring down at you with a mix of sadness and love in his eyes, he leant down and picked you up from the backs of your thighs. Smiling into his neck, you began to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin there.

Sitting you both down on the couch together, his hands went to your ass, as you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss. As the kiss gained momentum and became a mix of heated licking and biting, you began to grind down onto his lap, causing him to moan into the kiss.

“Ooohh, princess, you keep moving your gorgeous hips just like that.” He moaned into your neck as he guided your movements.

Having a wicked idea that you knew would make you feel better, you push Bucky away from your neck and back onto the couch. His look of confusion quickly turned to arousal as you ground your hips deeper and faster into his lap.

Looking deep into his eyes and biting your lip, you slowly removed your top, leaving you in just your bra and jeans.

“Fuck, baby, you are so perfect.” He growled.

Pushing his fingers into your hair, he pulled your face into a heated kiss. With one hand in your hair, the squeezed at your covered breast.

“Say you love me.” You plead as you lean your head against his, the mood now turning less heated and more gentle.

“I love you, princess. You’re mine forever and I’ll be here for you forever. I love you, y/n.” He spoke earnestly, foreheads now touching and looking into each others eyes.

Your grinding stopped and your tears began to pool again as you looked into his eyes, so filled with love and care.

“I love you.” You gently weep to him as you close your eyes and his arms begin to snake around your middle, pulling you in for a sweet and loving hug.

[teddi-bearly]

Rating Klinger Outfits on Flamboyance Because I’m Bored: Part 1

This is in no way an exhaustive list, nor is it meant to imply any of Klinger’s outfits are not fabulous. Because they are. It’s more of an excuse to talk about Klinger’s outfits and how much I love them. Also I don’t have any fashion training whatsoever, so this is just for fun.

I’m going to do a part 2 because I don’t want this to be giant and it already is pretty big

Anyway

one of the ones I see the most often

Iconic

The pose. The sass. Amazing

Honestly one of his more practical outfits

I love any outfits where Klinger has flowers in his hair argue with the wall

I’d wear that to a spring picnic

6/10 the flowers in the hair give it more points, but overall I think I’d see a woman wearing that at church on Easter Sunday

MORE FLOWER

And the fur coat? The ring? THE FEATHER?

Right this way madam

Stunning

I don’t think I’d wear this though, red may be Klinger’s color but it is sadly not mine

And the pose? He’s such a ham and I love him for it

11/10

Scarlett O’Hara who???

The yellow is lovely

And the parasol?? Incredible

And the gloves? And the hat?

It’s so much it’s so much

The hoop skirt? WHERE DID HE GET A HOOP SKIRT

It’s giving rich southern belle

1000000/10

The tiara is beautiful and so is the dress

Very similar to the first one though, but feels more like evening wear while the other one is church wear

The mink? (I think it’s mink??) Lovely

He looks like a princess who is undercover and trying not to be recognized as the princess but is failing

8/10 gains points because of the fur and tiara

Simple but nice

Looks like the kind of dress I would’ve worn to a middle school dance though I’m sorry

I love it though, and coupled with the army boots and helmet makes it much more unique

Also the low cut?? Ok I see you

7/10 because of the skirt volume

Again, red is such a great color on Klinger

Cute, not crazy but definitely cute

The blouse is my favorite part, it’s so cute

The hat pulls it all together I think

4/10 for flamboyance, the chances of me seeing someone wearing a similar outfit in the wild are decent

Another good spring outfit

The dress is pretty practical, and nice

It kinda reminds me of a hospital gown though

Which is topical

Klinger definitely slays every outfit he’s in, but I’m not actually super big on this one

It’s nice, but it doesn’t stick out to me

5/10, kinda looks like something a great aunt would wear

I just realized this dress is going to return in part 2

But it’s two different outfits technically and I have two different opinions

The fur coat definitely makes this one more flamboyant

Also I’m not gonna lie, that coat looks so comfy and warm like I want it

And the matching hat?? Incredible

His stance is also so powerful

Like ok gorgeous

8/10 solely because of the coat and hat

I know this isn’t a dress, but it’s a Klinger outfit

And you know what? I love it

He rocks dresses AND suits, what an icon

I want that hat

However? Not flamboyant at all

Business man core

1/10, the only reason it’s not a 0 is because the hat makes it a little unique for me

Carmen Miranda!! Yes!!

The sparkles? The red fur trim? THE HOOPS??

I wish we’d gotten more of this outfit it’s so amazing

Definitely not very practical though, especially the (incredible) fruit hat

Take it from someone who had to wear a fruit hat for theater, those things are SO top heavy

Very hard to secure, you constantly feel like it’s going to fall off

So props to Klinger

15/10 it’s so much and I love it

All images are from Pinterest

[autisticoscarpiastri]

Some headcannons from this fanfic family

Shoutout to @maxlarens for letting me infodump these onto her

Layla’s favorite uncle/driver is definitely Lando. I feel like personality wise they’re very similar. Very charismatic. On the contrary, Luca’s favorite driver is his dad.

Both of the kids try karting, but Luca doesn’t like it so only Layla gets into F1

Reader doesn’t want the twins to carry the weight of the Verstappen name, and also she doesn’t want her kids named after J*s, so she gives Max the choice of either taking her last name, or they take Max’s mom’s last name. I feel like he would choose for the kids to have Sophie’s last name which once you told her after you gave birth, she definitely cried.

Luca quit karting at a pretty young age, so he has the pretty normal life of graduating from secondary school and going to college. He decides that he wants to become a lawyer (he got his mom’s good negotiation skills). He probably goes to some prestigious college in his mom’s home country and decides that he wants to become an immigration lawyer because he knows that he will never have to worry about money as long as he’s alive.

I see Luca being more reserved than his sister, very shy with strangers and this manifests as being quiet around strangers in his adulthood except in the courtroom where he can get very loud

Max definitely let’s Layla (future wdc) and Luca (boy) know that it’s okay to express your emotions and it’s okay to cry. As @maxlarens said healing his inner child through his children

But I think both Layla and Max understand that if Layla shows any emotion besides like anger, she will be torn apart by the media because

Misogyny

Layla definitely realizes her privilege over other women in motorsports being the daughter of THE Max Verstappen basically guaranteed her a seat when she was old enough

I feel like once he had a daughter in karting, Max becomes a big advocate for women in motorsports because he wants her to have the same opportunities that he had

Did I mention that Layla becomes the first female wdc? I think that really opens the door for women in motorsports

Layla definitely has a hot pink helmet which she helped a female artist create

I like to think that she takes Max’s number, so even if they don’t share a last name, they’re still connected

Layla is definitely pansexual. I feel like it just fits her

I feel like while Layla is quite charismatic, she does have moments where she channels her inner Max and gives the media some snarky remark

Fans go crazy over Layla and Luca because you have this gorgeous woman who’s a world class athlete, and then Luca is just some guy. Just a lawyer, not even a world famous lawyer who makes millions, just some everyday lawyer.

I definitely think Layla and Luca both have a good sense of style. They get it from their mother (and Uncle Lando) because god knows they aren’t learning from Max (reader is definitely Max’s personal stylist and fans rejoice over this)

Layla definitely leans more towards the fem side of the sapphic spectrum, but there are times when she is more butch. Especially when she’s in her fireproofs and stuff. She’s against wearing makeup while driving because she just finds it pointless and it takes up time that could be spent strategizing

[queerbatboy]

Jegulus drabble, maybe a minific?

Thinking about Biker James Potter... him and Sirius would be really into motorcycles and i can totally see them being besties who post abt their bikes like they're actual ppl.

ALSO besties Remus and Regulus who like to meet at the local cafe that Lily owns and gossip about books and people walking by when James parks outside to grab some coffees and pastries on the way to meet up with Sirius-

Remus and Reg are doing one of their favourite activities which is judging passerby's as potential dating options because Regulus is always whining about being lonely and hating seeing happy couples bc eww 🙄🙄[Remus is just as bad, only less vocal abt it.] When James walks in, Regulus is immediately VERY unsubtle about looking him up and down. Remus is now judging him bc "Mate you cant even see his face."

"Shut up. just the other day you got a glimpse of some guy at the club and have been waxing poetic about him since. i mean, honestly? all you saw was some black curly hair and a leather jacket dude."

"That's different! there was something about him i swear! and his dancing; oh the way he moved was fucking sinful you dont understand-"

"Yeah yeah i get it he looked like an angel who moved like a devil; you've told me a million times in the past 48 hours I swear. -Wait shut up shut up hes taking off the helmet look!"

"Oh? yeah i guess hes good looking, pretty face. not really my type though" Remus looks over to Regulus whose jaw is now hanging open while his eyes look as if they'll fall out of his skull if he strains them any further. "Reg, you're drooling."

"Am not."

"You so are. Go ask him for his number" Remus nudges Regulus, trying to get him to go over to the counter where James was.

"Fuck no. i'm not just going to go over there and talk to him! 'oh hi i've been staring at you since you came in because you're so hot i feel like i'm going to die if you don't look at me' i mean are you kidding?? Remus? rem- NO. nonononono don't you DARE! oh i'm going to fucking kill you."

Remus calls out and waves at James to come over, smiling at him. "Hey, my friend here was wondering what model your bike is, it looks sick."

Regulus is so fucked. Not only is the handsome stranger even hotter now that he's facing them, big brown doe eyes looking at Regulus with curiosity and, maybe, interest? shit. But the gorgeous stranger is looking at him, waiting for him to say something, and Regulus knows absolutely fucking nothing about motorcycles.

should i continue this? definitely not my best writing as its just me getting thoughts out of my head but oh boy does this AU have a chokehold on me. I'm also thinking artist reg for this au, because duh, ofc im projecting onto him. not sure what remus is doing with his life tho... open to suggestions.

Ps. btw in this AU sirius and regulus are still brothers, but they don't talk much and havent really seen eachother in a few years after a big argument about how sirius left him alone with their parents as a teenager etc.

[sukunasun]

i actually think about professor nanami so much.. i think as someone who is also a little awkward i really love the idea of nanami having to go through a lot of trial and error when it comes to his romantic life (especially when most everything in life comes naturally to him). he's just.. not a very flirty or suave person, kinda tense and awkward, but still so deserving of love, and has so much of it to give. i think (i hope!) at some point he meets someone who he just clicks with naturally (which is so foreign and unusual to him). and yes! the quiet ones seem to be the freakiest lmao when you visit him in the office, he can't help but whisper, right in your ear, the nastiest things but anyways

i love this concept so much. as always, your writing is astounding!!

it's why professor Nanami, K. PhD. is everyone's favourite jaded scholar. with his awkwardness and yearning. contrary to popular belief, there's a lot to the surface actually. he's got nothing to hide, no rubbing shoulders or ruffling feathers. a man of his work, honest, thorough, and that tiny bit meticulous—okay maybe a lot meticulous. but never difficult per se...exactly why the space on his ring finger lays barren after all these years is a topic taking academia by storm.

the problem is—he has no game. no charms or chances with beautiful women all around. brains and beauty so beyond him. kinda like how he takes up polo in his freshman year because he's not big enough, fast enough, a league he can never be a part of. who even cares about football teams and rugby tournaments anyway.

but oh would you look at that gorgeous horse. there's something about the way he mounts a stallion, golden hair glinting under an afternoon sun and a pretty black helmet. feet perched in leather boots. oohs and ahhs ringing for the lean rookie who sports a perfect pair of trousers and wins a charity game inclusive of a shiny new rolex he doesn't care for. a popping cork resounds and champagne glistens on his eyelashes when they celebrate, sparkling rivulets down a heated cheek. there's a picture of it hanging in a glass cabinet down the hall. he passes it by and it never occurs to him that he is anything more than a loser who can't get a girlfriend. a paradox if you may.

he has to start somewhere, yet his methodology is flawed. meeting people has never been his strong suit, all shaky fingers and not knowing what to say. there are only so many seconds to stay silent before things get uncomfortable. no, he's not joining a speed-dating event or an app despite the countless attestations. he can't trust plain statements. which is why he spends the rest of the night cooped up in his dorm reading user statistics instead.

"make them laugh, say something cute, ask them about their hobbies," gojo suggests . like it's so easy. "worst comes to worst you could always beg," he adds. the smile on his face tells nanami (1) he's done it before and (2) nothing is too beneath satoru. here, he notes that gojo is as desperate as he is demanding of it. searches for love like a missing child picks at breadcrumbs in the middle of a forest, finding his way back to warmth and comfort when it's been missing for so long.

while geto offers a more tactical approach, "what's your type?" because suguru loves breaking down psyches and personalities. categorising, compartmentalizing. he'll only give in so much for what it's worth, for what he deems enough before he cuts them loose. or as gojo puts it, "guru-chan only thinks about love." the countless hearts he's broken shall be a testament to his boredom and non-committal tendencies. no one blames him, suguru's been writing about desire and the death of romance for years. call it an occupational hazard.

kento decides he'll need time. he's got a shit ton of things to do anyway. carves out an hour each day to peruse the courtyard and library in hopes of a meeting that's innate...fated. maybe it'll happen if it's meant to be. he's so tired of it all. god, he sounds like such a sap. it's unlike him, so unbecoming and unsightly. but these are good locations to meet, he's also aware that it's prime time, not too sunny or windy or so cold the tip of his nose gets red. he hates when people point it out. low hanging fruit duh. plus, the most important factor is contribution. what is he prepared to give. he's observant and curious but never too much as to feign interest. it gives him the chance to be—he thinks of the word—authentic.

as it goes, the results are lacklustre. no one is crazy enough to talk to a random stranger on a tuesday. it's no wonder why they've resorted to hookups and 'wyd's. maybe it's the sex he's missing. a new branch in the mindmap. "am i sexy?" he blurts out while haibara is busy with his daily reading, currently an article entitled 'Rice, Rice, Baby: The Complex History of the Domestication of Rice.' he looks kento from head to mid-torso, blinking twice, then tilts his head, nodding as if to say, 'hm, not bad', "i think you could pass as sexy."

nanami groans, "i think i'm done for," is a hypothesis bordering on conclusion. he goes back to tapping away at his keyboard, what else is he to do but write about it. this is how he makes sense of things, to be in control of them. he comes up blank by the ten thousandth word and all that's left are three ellipses on a new blank page. he sighs heavily, shuts his laptop, and goes back to the drawing board. although, he's got much to encourage him, he makes a nice cup of tea, some freshly baked bread, and that sweater he's bought at a summit in scotland has been running through the dryer for thirty seconds. his worries and loneliness shall be set aside the moment he puts it on.

...

[faeriedays]

“#i loooooove fashion stuff its so cool #especially good omens metas #like i can rant to you about crowley's costume designs all day long”

I’m listening 👀👂

Sorry it took so long for me to reply! I was busy writing this out all day, lol.

It's long so I'm putting a 'Keep Reading' for anyone who wants to back out.

So I'm not very good at explaining things and these have probably already been mentioned but here goes :) I also have images but I messed up their formatting (I do have image descriptions though, even if I'm bad at writing). Warning for probable spelling mistakes and if something doesn't make sense, I literally have spent all day doing this instead of homework and I am so excited that I might have missed something in editing.

Before we dive deep, I’m going to list off the bat the outfits I don’t necessarily talk about or use as examples all that much in this essay thing/rant:

I’m going to put the knight outfit here because I don’t talk about it in great detail here but it’s still amazing and I love it. It definitely plays in with the classic ‘all black, nice shape, cool texture’ package that you’ll read about later. He must’ve been so uncomfortable in this but he looks great, I also wonder if he had long luscious locks underneath that helmet 👀

I also don’t talk about his Original fit much, but it's still so slay. I like how Crowley is wearing dark gray and not just black in his beginning outfit, because it already shows that he’s not quite on the side of evil but a shade of gray. He never was on the side of evil…think about it, most of his outfits have some sort of color other than black, even if it’s really dark gray...

I think the Angel fit is important because first of all he’s adorable and secondly it gives us more insight to what his rank could have been based on his sleeves and collar. It also makes me sad because he’s just a little guy !!! Poor thing.

And though it’s one of my favorite things, I don’t talk much about the 70s fit even though he’s literally so handsome I can’t even. The shirt, the boots, the glasses, the moustache...I want to be him, he’s sososo gorgeous aughhhh,,,,, (I also think his big chunky watch is really funny lol)

Oh, and I almost forgot his pretty little turtleneck. This outfit doesn’t vary much from his other outfits, and also it’s possibly normal for him to be wearing this garment, considering he wore a turtleneck in 1966. I just think it’s fascinating how he changed his outfit for a fun little date with Aziraphale going around SoHo. That’s really cute of him. 

I also think it’s funny that the only 3 times he wears a turtleneck is 1967, this time, and his angel disguise. They’re his ‘time to be mischievous’ garments, because in 1967 he’s robbing a church, modern day he’s sneaking around SoHo with his angel, and in Heaven, well, he’s infiltrating it and going through secret files.

And as I was editing this, I forgot his Eff Stuff Up Jacket. He wears this in the deleted scene where he took down the phone networks, and idk I just thought it was cool. The fake ID card is great too. He’s doing it with style, he is.

Look at that beautiful demon right there. I love how his lapels point down towards hell when he does this, since he’s doing a hellish task. That’s really neat.

Moving on...

First of all let's talk about the color palette. This is kind of obvious so don’t judge me, but I absolutely love the colors that are picked out for him. Mostly black, yes, but also red (which I find fascinating as it is the contrasting color to Hell's green look and also the stereotypical 'devil' color), and sometimes a dark gray or an oxblood. I think it's just really cool because no matter how many different outfits, Crowley, like Aziraphale, has mostly the same colors.

I think it’s nice (well maybe not nice, nice is a 4 letter word…) how he has a more warm-toned, deep, rich palette while Aziraphale’s colors are more cool toned and light, complementing each other (as always, but you’d assume that the warm, caring angel would have more warm, full tones and the cold, aloof demon would have the opposite). 

I’d also like to add that since Crowley has his beautiful snake eyes, he’s likely dichromatic, meaning he can see in two colors, blue and green, but also that he could be colorblind to red (this is probably why Aziraphale dresses in blues, but it also makes me wonder about Crowley and his outfits; does he think he’s dressing in grays or a less saturated red?) Anyway, more images because he's pretty and I like colors :)

 His selective color palette means that a lot of what makes his outfits, well, his, is something else. This would be mainly texture. Whether it's scaly (like his snakeskin…‘boots’) or ruffly (see 1827 for a major example of this, just look at these freakin patterns omgomgomg) or an almost stripy texture (like the 1941 suit and Bildad’s fire fit), Crowley's outfits benefit because of those extra touches. They make his outfits stand out, especially with a ‘limited’ color palette.

In addition, he is often dressed in the kind of clothing that accentuates his height and build. He wears waistcoats that almost bring a cinched waist effect (and accentuate that pretty little waist of his!!! god i wanna see him in a corset so bad), and sometimes he wears vertical patterns/textures to make him seem even taller, which is especially fitting for a lean demon.

His shoulders are accentuated with either a puffy sleeve (see 1827 or 1601) or a squared off look (see modern day and various suits from time). It definitely gives a nice touch and affects his overall shape and appearance.

I also just wanted to mention in this section before I move on that I love how his lapels point up like little demon horns. I think that's cool 😈.

Okay this part is one of my favorite parts. Crowley LOOOOOVES to adorn himself. B U T T O N S (this mfer is addicted to buttons), serpent pieces, bows; you name it, it’s probably going to end up in his outfit. He is so fancy and with time brings even more ways to add glitter and glam to his clothing. And he isn’t careless with his accessories either; his extras line up with his outfit and instead of distracting from the rest of his garments, brings it all to a more composed, complex look while making it still look complete and not ‘busy’.

It’s also good to notice that he usually wears jewelry/metal that is either silver or black. Gold isn’t his color and he knows it; this is especially important because that’s a ‘heaven’ color (white, gold, light gray) while silver is more of a hellish color (silver, green, black).

The bows and neckwear:

The buttons !!!:

The snake pieces, the snake pieces! Whether it’s a texture, a silver piece, whatever it may be, there’s always something snake related in his outfit.

Another thing I find fascinating is the fact that modern Crowley wears a lot of clothes that appear in the ‘women’ section and things that would not be considered stereotypically masculine, but rather androgynous. He dresses like a snazzy little lesbian and I adore it. (Looking at those super skinny, too tight jeans,,,)

Girl you ATE.

I am now going to go on a tangent about the fact that Crowley is not afraid to dress in a way that would worry and/or agitate people. He plays with expression and probably loves when people give him weird stares. Whether he dresses in a surprisingly feminine way (see Mesopotamia, see the Crucifixion, see Ashtoreth), whether he dresses like a mourner (see Rome and kind of 1827 a little bit), whether his outfits go against the status quo (literally pick your poison), he is always doing it in style.

Images:

It's interesting for her/him/whatever Crowley wants forever to dress more feminine at the earlier two times, because it would be more customary for her to be accompanied by a man, meaning she's giving off the vibes that she's related to Aziraphale by blood or marriage. I think that's cute tbh. I also love Ashtoreth, she is SERVING, I love her hair, I love her vibe, I love how she was inspired by Mary Poppins. She reminds me of Mrs. Andrews from the Mary Poppins musical.

More images:

I didn’t know where to put this but I wanted to mention that Crowley in 1827 is dressed masculine but more flamboyant than Aziraphale at this time, and corrects pronouns/honorifics when Mr. Dalrymple tried to say ��Mr.’ Nonbinary ICON right there I love them.

Okay now let me give a more fascinating and detailed example of Crowley being a weird little guy, Rome.

Oh, Rome. Crowley is basically dressed like either a dead guy or a tourist tbh and I think that’s hilarious.

The laurel wreaths are usually either for emperors/high class (which was probably what Crowley was going for after tempting one) or they’re in funeral portraits. The wreath represents your achievements in life and Definitely is not street wear.

His hair is definitely not in style with the military chic kind of vibes that were going on at the time like Aziraphale’s–no no no, his curls are more fit to be a lady’s hairstyle (if he’d grown his hair out ofc). 

The dark clothes definitely give a mourning kind of palette, but that’s relatively normal with Crowley. What isn’t is his weird shawl thing with the red zig zag that is definitely foreign and most certainly draped the wrong way.

He’s wearing a pin and ring brooch??? That’s definitely not from Rome. That’s more of a British Isles thing–this kind of pin and ring brooch is not from Rome. But it’s very weird because unlike the Romans, who loved snake jewelry as it represented rebirth and healing, the British Isles did not do snake jewelry. So where’d he get this commissioned?

Bro is so unfashionable, and he’s homeless, gay, has aids, and is new in town /ref new in town. His dark glasses are probably the only thing that’s relatively normal here, as it makes sense that his glasses could exist in this time period, whether they be from Rome or any number of other places.

✨Snazzy ✨

Which brings me to my final topic: his sunglasses. I love how they change to reflect himself throughout history. Of course he follows the latest trends in fashion and such, but I also appreciate his little spin on them.

Here are some of my favorite pairs:

So yeah, in summary I love Crowley’s overall design and how it suits him over the course of 6000 (or let’s be real, millions of) years.

What's your favorite outfit (and also can I have a freaking wahoo after this, I'm so out of breath metaphorically)?

PS: I bet you’re wondering, ‘well what about the angelic disguise???’ Well fret not, for I loveloveloveee the heaven disguise. It just didn’t make sense to group it with the things I was talking about earlier, so here goes:

He’s still in grey, which is nice, but it’s really light grey. He also is wearing a turtleneck, which I find funny. Perhaps this is because most of the angels don’t wear a stereotypical dress shirt, so it helps with blending in. His jacket, however, is specifically not heaven-like. It’s far too casual, and even zips up, which leads me to believe that this is supposed to be satire on how professional the angels are supposed to be. He does have the color-coding right, though; he has a white shirt under a darker color jacket.

His thick ass tie is hilarious. It’s bright, it’s flashy, it's glittery, and it would seem very suspicious and attention-grabbing to me if I were an angel. I also find it fascinating that he does this, as gold is shown to be not as fashionable in season 2 (I’ll be using Uriel as an example in a moment). I think he does this so that he can show how tacky angels are and how not up-to-date he is with them. 

Crowley’s tie:

Uriel (a very fashionable angel indeed) keeping up with the trends:

You can see in the set of images how the angelic fashion changed from copious amounts of gold to no gold at all. 

Finally, I want to talk about his other accessories. 

The headband is really silly, and it gives him a little bit of poof in his bangs, which ever so slightly mirrors him when he was an actual angel. The black with light swirls definitely gives off a tacky vibe. 

His glasses have lighter colored metal frames, which I find interesting too. 

And he didn’t dye his tattoo gold for this btw. He put a freaking STICKER of his tattoo over his actual tattoo. That is HYSTERICAL to me I can’t even.

Overall, the fit almost gives off a Y2K vibe to it. I think that’s interesting too because maybe that’s the last time before the Apocawhoops that he saw the Angels’ clothing? I dunno, and that would also be interesting because he usually tries to dress as modern as possible, maybe he's being a couple decades out of date for the funnies. Anyway, it’s working and it is hella funny. And I love Muriel’s expressions during this scene, they are not convinced.

So, in summary, our snakey boi decided to dress in the tackiest, most satirical way for his angelic disguise. He does not look like a bee in this beehive, he looks like a poorly-dressed wasp, hehe. I wonder how Aziraphale would've reacted if he saw Crowley's disguise...

(also, I didn’t mean for this to end up as a ‘Do you love the color of the sky Crowley’ kind of post, I just find fashion, especially historical, really fascinating and I definitely didn’t get all my words in but I think it’s more than enough for now)

[captain-mj]

for könig/roach, roach comes back after a ling mission and könig shows him how much he really missed him in bed ;) (also selective mute roach gettin suprised by how vocal he is in bed w könig)

First time with this ship so hopefully this is good?

König waited very impatiently in their bed. Technically, it was his bed but Roach stayed there most nights anyway. They had tried to stay in Roach’s bed once and quickly found the size to be a problem.

But that was neither here nor there.

Right now, he was waiting for Roach to get back. The mission had ran much longer than it was supposed to but König had been promised he would be there by morning.

It was currently noon.

König fixed everything in his room again and made sure his hair was nice. He wasn't wearing his sniper hood tonight.

Roach entered the room silently, scaring him when he turned around to see him. His tiny boyfriend had cleaned up already and had a cup of coffee in hand. He went to sign but König descended on him, wanting all of his gear off now.

"Missed you so much, kleine motte. So much." König backed him up into the bed, making sure the cup didn't spill.

Roach smiled and let him get his gear off. Bruises covered a lot of him, but they looked to be mostly from his gear and falls, not hands. Once the cup was set safely on a nightstand, König finally got to push him in bed and pin him down. Like usual, Roach hesitated with his helmet, but it came off just like the rest of his clothing.

"Been thinking of you so much. I was so worried." He cradled Roach's face, careful of the burn scars.

Roach smiled at him and leaned into the touch, wrapping his legs around his hips. He pulled him down for a kiss and König melted. His hands pinned Roach by his hips to the bed.

König pressed his hard cock against Roach's ass and almost purred when Roach flushed brightly. He nodded quickly and tugged at König's shirt. They separated briefly to get the last bit of clothing between them off before they started to kiss again.

Roach blushed more and spread his legs for him. His hand covered his face, getting shy.

König couldn't fathom why. Roach was slimmer than the average soldier, though he was still toned. Burns ran along his skin in fractals like a lightning strike. A couple of tattoos ran along the scars, a moth, a beetle, flowers that surrounded the burn scars as if keeping them contained.

"Prächtig."

Roach hit him with a pillow. He apparently picked up on the meaning of that one.

"You are gorgeous!" König protested before kissing him along his chest. He was very careful of the bruising, not wanting to cause him any pain.

Roach made a hurry up motion with his hands as his hips bucked up.

König grabbed the lube and coated his fingers. He'd have to be extra careful since it had been a while. Roach was making that rather hard, desperately trying to get him to hurry up.

Starting with one finger, he pushed it into Roach, watching him arch. All the time without being touched must've made him sensitive. König didn't mind. Regardless, he didn't plan on letting Roach out of bed until morning.

Roach let out the tiniest of whimpers when König gently pushed deeper, curling his fingers to get him used to it. The sound made his insides light up with need. He forced another finger into him. His mouth fell open with a silent moan, back arching to let him in even deeper.

König kissed along his throat. His fingers scissored and pressed deeper, opening him up to more.

Roach buried his hands in his ginger hair, ruffling it. He held up three fingers and König got the message, pushing a third one into him.

Roach cried out, legs shaking. König put his hand on the inside of his thighs and his knee on the other to make sure he'd stay spread out for him. He started to drive his fingers into him over and over again until there was no more resistance.

A pretty blush had traveled down Roach's chest. The position seemed to being doing something for him. Tears were building in his eyes as he tried to clench around the fingers. One of his hands lifted up and made the sign for more.

König nodded and kissed him, slowly pulling his fingers out. He took him by his thighs and pushed his legs up while holding him open.

His cock always looked so big compared to Roach's body. Not that his boyfriend was that small, especially his cock, but compared to König, he seemed much smaller. It was the same way his hands. They almost circled all the way around Roach's waist.

Roach whined and aggressively finger spelled "hurry".

"Sorry, just admiring you." König blushed as he lined up.

Like always, Roach was so incredibly tight. He moved slowly, watching the bulge in Roach's stomach appear when he bottomed out. His hand pressed down on it and Roach gasped, head thrown back as the pressure in him increased

König rolled his hips slowly and Roach whimpered again, trying to move his legs but König pinned his thighs to the bed, spread apart as far as he could without it hurting. He thrust in and Roach let out a tiny moan, legs shaking hard. His hands latched on to König's arms as his eyes watered.

"There you go darling. Feel good?"

Roach nodded frantically and clenched around him. He tried to raise his hips a bit but it was useless against the grip on him.

"Relax. I want to show you how much I missed you."

Roach laid back with a whimper.

König started to thrust in again, panting softly. It felt perfect, being there with Roach. He put his forehead against Roach's and found his prostate. Roach moaned and flushed, looking surprised and a little embarrassed.

König smiled. "I love hearing you." He kissed across his face, getting to his jaw as he fucked into him. Every thrust hit Roach's prostate with a cruel precision and force, getting more noises out of Roach.

Nails scratched down his back as he did it. His whole world narrowed down to Roach and Roach only. They kissed and Roach shoved his tongue into his mouth. He tasted like a mix of coffee and mint from toothpaste, not the best of mixes but König couldn't imagine pulling away. Roach mapped out his mouth as if he didn't already know it so well.

"Fuck..." Roach mumbled against him, pulling away to catch his breath. "Please..." His voice was hoarse from him never using it, but König took the words immediately. He shoved them into his memories so he could replay them over and over again.

König readjusted his grip and put Roach's ankles right next to his head. He knew Roach was plenty flexible but he still checked for any sign of discomfort before plunging right back into him.

"Perfect. Feel... Scheiße." Warm and tight and thanks to the lube so slick. He started to fuck him harder and with little abandon, wanting to remind Roach that he shouldn't be gone so long. If he couldn't walk tomorrow, it just meant König had an excuse to keep him in bed with him.

Roach moaned and threw his head back, cock leaking between them. He tried to pull one of König's hands to it but he just pinned his hands down next to his ankles. He sank his teeth into Roach's shoulder, abusing his prostate until Roach's back arched and he was coming across their chests. Instead of stopping, he just changed the angle, continuing to fuck him until he came in him, letting Roach's body take all of it.

"Don't pull out."

König nodded immediately, having had no plans to anyway. He let go of Roach and moved him around to a more comfortable position before laying on him, weight on his knees so Roach wouldn't be squished.

"Didn't hurt you did I?"

Roach shook his head and kissed him softly. König could already tell the brief amount of talking he sometimes got in bed was over. It wasn't a problem for him, most people didn't even get that. He was the only one that heard Roach's voice. Knew what his accent sounded like. A possessive part of him was just fine with that.

"Good. Once you've caught your breath, we'll take a shower. Then will come back to bed and we'll have more sex."

Roach's shoulders shook with laughter and he started to braid some of König's hair.

"I really did miss you. Was worried."

Roach kissed his fingers gently.

[a-bucket-of-silly-drawings]

thoughts on aatrox x mordekaiser?

9/10. I really really enjoy their dynamic both as romantic one and as a friendship. They're very funny together.

The idea that those two gigachad mountain size chin edgelords of darkness and destruction are spending time together and going your average human shit is amazing. While I have no idea the fuck are they supposed to do in canon to get to this situation, I really really like modern AU with them.

In the modern AU in term of design I imagine them like. Literally themselves but with some modern clothes. So the funny helmet stays on, as well as Aatrox keeps his horns and his forever stuck grumpy >:[ face. So that the image of them doing your average human activities is more silly. Morde is way bigger then Aatrox is, probably in all dimensions. 2,20 to 1,90 - both still incredibly tall, but one is more incredibly tall than the other.

So.

Them going to the gym together, or shopping for some Banger metal T-shirts. Or going to the cinema, and both of them would hate it and next time spend some time at home watching films on a laptop. But the image of Aatrox with a giant brick of cotton candy or Morde shoving popcorn into the darkness of his helm is worth it.

I think Aatrox has a motorbike. Morde sitting behind him holding for his dear life scared shitless of the speed is beautiful. Or maybe Morde has a car, so at 2 am when the Mental Instability of Toplane™ kicks in, they can hug on the backseats, crying, eating McSomething's at their drive-through, Aatrox being mercilessly pat to the point when he cannot think of death anymore. Morde is pretty confident in himself, and that confidence kinda sticks to Aatrox, too, maybe if a little bit.

At this point every Aatrox pairing that I like is a comfort pairing. The guy is toxic enough by himself. Imo, he needs some taking care of, and teaching how to take care of someone in return. Morde is fucking gorgeous with him, but not the ideal teacher for that kind of shit

[electricprincess96]

I've decided to rank some Jason Todd designs. He's had a few, so I ain't looking for all of them. Just the ones I remember off the top of my head.

This is my list, don't come at me if you disagree even though you're wrong cause I'm obviously right about this. Anyone wanting to start a fight with me about this can save yourself the time as I will be ignoring you.

Number 1

There is no competition this is just peak Jason design, no others come close. There's a reason why Under the Red Hood movie used a variation of this design and not the UtRH comic design (which admittedly was not a bad design keep reading to see where that lands in this list), it's the design Wayne Family Adventures uses, it's the most cosplayed Jason design. It is just peak.

Number 2.

People will say I'm cheating here. I'm not. Under the Red Hood comic confirms Jason did infact wear this outfit, in fact this IS Jason in this panel. It's half way through the fight when he swaps with Clayface.

What I like about this design is its throwbacks to Robin with the belt and the R symbol on his chest. I get that the trench coat was very much Hush's thing but Jason rocked it here. The white streak in his hair has become to popular that some fans don't realise it wasn't canon for a long time (I'm aware plenty of newer stories have him have the white streak, I think it's entirely up to the artist now which is kinda dumb shit like that should be mandated by the editors but whatever).

Overall I just like this design, I wouldn't necessarily want him to ever adopt it again but it was certainly very nice for what it was. And it's different without stripping Jason of all his identity since it references his Robin past.

Number 3.

Oh I debated between this one and number 4 partly because they are very similar. I think this one is edged out 1. By that belt with the R which again is hinting at his past as Robin, something Jason was immensely proud of even if people want to pretend he wasn't. I'm aware they'll say it's R for Red Hood but that's why it works, it's his current alias' initials but R is Robin's symbol. And 2. This design is also just helped by the fact the art style is just very pretty and this particular Jason is just so god damn pretty, like he's gorgeous and I wish the story accompanying it was better.

Number 4.

(Yes I'm using this picture, sue me)

Under the Red Hood. An actually pretty good comic story completely let down by a lot of the shit that came after it. BUT it gave Jason the glow up he deserved at the time. Sure its now far from peak as I've already shown what peak is but its solid. I wouldn't complain if suddenly Jason got another redesign and looked like this again. This is below 3 Jokers cause of the fact it looks very similar to 3 Jokers but 3 Jokers had the inclusion of the R Belt which I liked and 3 Jokers had a better art style in my opinion.

Number 5

The Arkham series had a particular style. I'm putting these together cause while they aren't the same design they are the same character, in the same game and I rank them somewhat evenly. Now Mask off Jason in Arkham is up there with 3 Jokers in terms of how much I like it. I always loved a sense of irony that despite being adopted and being the "fuck up of the family" Jason resembled Bruce so much and he really does resemble Bruce in Arkham. BUT these actual designs are both fine, nothing about them are amazing, I don't love them but they're OK and thats all they need to be.

Now I ain't even gonna number these cause well I'm sure there's maybe a couple dozen one shot or elseworld Jason designs out there that come before these two. Every version of Jason's Robin suit comes before these two. Gotham Knights with the mask off comes before these two (although I hate how the mask in Gotham Knights is cloth and not a helmet but I'm basically screaming into the void right now to try and get Jason's helmet back and designed properly).

Slightly Less Worse

I've said what I have to say about this design, I hate it, I despise it, I get an angry twitch whenever i see it or whenever I see fans lusting over Jason's exposed arms or talking about how deep it is that he wears a muzzle now as if calling a character you're meant to like a wild animal is somehow a good thing. Like yes Bruce called him an animal, Jason then going and choosing to wear a muzzle is so wildly out of character I despise it. Jason is so fucking PROUD, like does he have some self doubts and self hatred? Yeah. But when it comes to Bruce and the rest of the Bats this boy is PRIDEFUL. He wouldn't go and deliberately "muzzle" himself just to make Bruce happy. Its dumb conceptually, it strips Jason of the uniqueness and individuality and it clearly exists to try and emulate the Winter Soldier since Civil War was coming out around that time. Some art styles make this design look OK but it still isn't a Jason design for me.

The Objective Worst One

Kill it with fire! Just make it go away and never return. As I've said for all my utter dislike and distaste for the muzzle I will take another 100 issues of the muzzle and the crowbar if I could wipe this monstrosity from ever having existed. This design and the storylines that accompanied it almost did irreversible damage to Jason Todd as a character. That's why UtRH is not seen as being as good as it actually is because all the ground work set was instantly trampled by other writers and Grant Morrison was one of the main perpetrators. I will spare showing you what he looks like under the helmet cause that might very well be worse than the helmet. Jason went from being a at most 20 year old to looking like he was older than Bruce at times. Other times he looked like knock off Roy Harper. As I say anyone who wants to argue with me that Jason's canonically a ginger always uses this as proof and no I'm sorry Grant Morrison was someone who didn't believe in retcons and that everything was always canon which I mean I'd love for him to explain to me how Jason can both be a circus kid and a street kid stealing tyres but whatever. Jason Todd is a brunette, he was found on the streets by Bruce with black hair and no way of getting consistent hair dye, his father had black hair, his mother had blonde hair. Jason Todd is a brunette and this design and all the stories attached to it need to be wiped from collective consciousness.

[fragileizywriting]

He's... god. God. What word can she even describe him with?

He's so gorgeous.

Light from the parking lot cuts across his cheek at an angle, sharp and steady, and with that his green eyes shine. Even while Marinette watches him from the corner of her own eyes, more busy-- or at least attempting to look busy-- with changing out her heels into boots so she can ride her motorcycle, she can't deny that he looks handsome. It's five in the morning, magic leaks out of her in indulgent waves after a hard night of working to get fed, and Adrien stands there, looking out to his car like he's paying attention to a bobbing sea.

He's gorgeous. It's almost infuriating.

What is he even thinking?

That look of his is almost wistful. Kind of. It's calm, it's steady, regal and elegant, similar to the shape of his jawline and his nose. At some point, he's bound to notice her staring. But not yet. Not quite. Her laces need to be perfect, and it gives her ample time to study this man's character.

Adrien is such a myth.

He'd been reading all night whenever they would finish a round of dancing; she'd caught him even writing letters, wondering if he'd actually pull out a quill and ink to write it, given that he's so old fashioned. Why does he come to a night club-- one of the hottest in Paris-- and write letters? Is he writing the déclaration des droits de l'Homme et du citoyen? With that curly, impressive calligraphy, she doesn't doubt it at all.

He's caught her staring.

But that flat frown he always gives her is luckily nowhere on his face; it is neutral, and it is gentle, and for a brief moment she thinks that he's lost all of his spunky, annoying attitude.

It morphs back onto his face, settling at the corner of his eyes, when she pops her helmet on, making him almost look cat-like.

"Are you coming to the eatery?" he asks.

"Uhm, duh," she cocks her hip. His eyes track it. Her body burns. "It was my idea."

"I don't remember that."

"I asked you all to come with me."

"Are you sure?"

Sometimes just talking to him causes her nose to scrunch, even if she doesn't mean it to. "Yes! Positive! I'm the one who's hungry!"

"Well, then." His hand comes up, fingers trailing up her arms. Goosebumps burst on her skin from his touch, warm and heated and god... she's under the assumption that he's about to cup her chin, though her helmet is very much in the way, only to squeak loudly when he slides her visor shut with a snap! "Let's cover that pretty face of yours, Princess. We'd hate for it to get hurt somehow while you bike all the way there, right? You're already kissable enough as it is."

He walks off to his own car, a Bentley darker than black, leaving her standing on the sidewalk, reeling in embarrassment. There's no strength in her body to yell out a "Jerk!" like she wants to, neither a "Piss off!" that is soon to follow; instead she stands there, hands made into small little fists, biting her own tongue in a sorry attempt to cool down the temperature of her face. Even the cold wind attempting to cut through the opening of her bike jacket where her helmet doesn't cover her neck does nothing.

When his car comes towards the edge of the parking lot right where she is, she does her best to look away. Not letting him get the notion that she's still affected by his touch, that her pants are uselessly attempting to soak up as much fluid as possible, because she's aroused and it's fatal for a succubus like her, really, but... but, but, but... it's odd. Peculiar. Fitting, yes, but strange. She's never seen a car prowl before. The sleekness of the car almost reminds her of a big cat-- a black panther, sleek and powerful, gliding silently through the Paris night. All that she can hear is the sound of gravel being crushed by those gorgeous wheels, but the car itself makes no noise at all.

A ghost in the night.

She can't see through the glass, not as he stops right next to her, but she can almost feel how he's leaning into his palm, elbow propped up on the car door, waiting for her to mount her motorcycle. Chivalrous, in a way, since they're one of the last stragglers in the area, deciding to collect their vehicles for the night. He waits until she's slung her leg over her seat, started up the engine, and cozied up onto her stomach. When she starts to taxi, he's right behind her. Huh.

Demons are so strange.

[beyblader-observations]

Okay, so let’s see if I can pinpoint why this manga had a big first impression on me.

- I saw vague posts about people liking it or being excited about the prospect of it, which rubbed off on me, and makes me feel like this series has more of an impact than the last few, which I didn’t see many people talk about

- I’m in a good mood right now, with my dreams and goals in mind, leaving me more open-minded to watching/reading something new than I would be if I was in a bad mood or stressed

- The art style and character designs are downright gorgeous! After the first series (Bakuten Shoot), the characters in the later ones didn’t have designs that really appealed to me.

- It feels like it focuses on the bladers rather than just the beyblades. I feel like Burst focused more on the Beyblades and didn’t flesh out the characters as much. That’s just my opinion based on the bits and pieces I saw.

- It feels like it has a good level of… tenseness? It starts out in the middle of a tournament, unlike Burst, where the characters are playing in school. And it feels more grounded than Metal Fight. I don’t yet know if it has fantasy elements, but I am hoping for some bit beasts and danger! I do love the overly dramatic elements in the original series, like Beyblades destroying the world, but it all depends on how they go about it. So I have to wait to see how this goes. I liked how Bakuten did the dramatic fantasy stuff, but I didn’t like how Metal Fight did it, and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. They just had different tones. Anyway, I can’t comment on how that will be in X yet.

- Not to stereotype, but it feels more for women like me… or maybe I should say more for anyone with my sensibilities. It focuses more on human emotion than on battles, and they make the characters very beautiful.

- I’m instantly in love with Kamen X/ Ex Kurosu! He’s like The Irresponsible Captain Tylor as a beautiful Beyblade boy! His carefree personality is the kind of contagious relaxed optimism that I want in my life. The message he gives to Bird is exactly what I need to hear right now, as I make an “effort” to progress my career as a freelance artist. I’ve been getting so stressed out about trying to figure out how to make a living with my art that I was having trouble drawing. I forgot to have fun with it. In order to be a successful artist, I need to love what I do. I need to enjoy the process and play and have fun with it, and then I will be able to draw pretty pictures that people love and succeed. If I think of it as just work, I’ll be like Bird without his Beyblade. I can’t lose that joy and playfulness. Kamen X reminded me of that. <3

- Bird is relatable because he’s been struggling with having fun with his passion from worrying too much about success.

- Kurosu’s hands are so gorgeously drawn, so when he’s wearing a mask, I keep gazing at them! They’re so manly, and they have so much personality!

- I had seen pictures of a blue haired boy on Twitter and saw tweets that he will be voiced by Soma Saito, so I had a hunch that I would like this character. I fell in love with Kamen X while he was wearing his helmet, and I was like “wow, I already have a favorite, and I haven’t even met the blue haired boy yet!” Well, it turns out it was him, so there’s no contest there. xD

[mxsinizter]

Take Me Away Like A Dandelion Seed

*Hands over Mountain/Cumulus fluff*

Mountain just wants to hang out with one of his girls and appreciate her! (He makes her a cute little gift 🥰)

WC: 1,413

"Psst."

Cumulus turned in surprise, not having realized there was a ghoul at her door. The dim light from her desk caused a small glow on the lenses of the ghoul's helmet, contrasting their dark outfit. Based on the figure and scent, she quickly realized who it was.

"Mountain? You can come in."

He approached her where she sat at her vanity, jewelry box open and accessories neatly scattered across the desk. Cumulus watched him curiously as he reached out for a particular earring, holding it up to one of her lamps.

"This is cute, where'd you get it?" The amusement was clear in his voice and Cumulus giggled when she realized which set he was referring to.

"Hmm, pretty sure one of my best friends made me those, actually." Her smile was wide as her voice feigned ignorance, going along with Mountain's little play.

"Wow, sounds like a magnificent lad." Mountain smirked down at her as his thumb and index caressed her chin.

"Meh, he's alright I guess." Cumulus' shoulders lightly shook as she tried to hide her laughter. Mountain scoffed in return as he carefully laid the earrings next to its companion.

His hands moved to his pocket where he retrieved a small plastic bag, holding it up with two fingers in front of the ghoulette. "Well, now he's thinking twice about giving you these." Although hidden from Cumulus, his face sported a blush and a pride filled look.

Cumulus gasped enthusiastically as she realized what was in the small bag. It held a pair of earrings, wire containing dangling shiny rocks. She took the baggie from his grasp, opened it and carefully extracted both pieces of jewelry.

Mountain chuckled as he leaned against the desk, lightly sitting on it as he watched her. She inspected the earrings, running her fingers along the intricate pattern of the wire. Both rocks were a mixture of blue and white but one was roughly in the shape of a heart while the other resembled a crescent moon.

"Mountain, these are gorgeous! Are they really for me?" Cumulus looked up at the tall ghoul, her eyes shimmering with a child-like awe. Mountain leaned forward, placing both hands on either side of her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks.

"Of course they are. From the moment I found this one," he gestured with his chin to her hand holding the heart shaped rock against her chest, "I intended to make these for you."

Cumulus couldn't help the way her eyes teared up at that. Mountain laughed at the cute and greatful expression on her face. He hunched over to place a soft kiss on forehead, careful that his helmet didn't knock roughly into her horns. "Wanna try them on? I cleaned them not too long ago so they're ready to wear."

Cumulus nodded eagerly, holding the earrings for Mountain to take and tilted her head so her ear was exposed to him. He took them both as he pushed her hair to the side and slide the earring in place, repeating the same on the other side.

Gently shaking her head, Cumulus tried to get the feel of the jewelry; they were comfortably heavy and cool against her skin. She faced her vanity, turning her head to take in the jewelry framing her face. They matched her natural look very well, the white specks on the rocks mirroring her freckles.

Mountain leaned to the side, his head tilted above her as he observed her reflection. "You look as stunning as ever, 'Lus." His voice was soft, but filled the otherwise silent room. She stared at herself for a few more seconds before meeting Mountain's eyes past his lenses through his reflection in the mirror.

Her face was relaxed and joyful as she spoke, "Thank you, Mounty. I really, really love them." She turned in her seat to really look at him and grabbed a hold of his hand to kiss his palm.

"I'm glad, my love. I uh, I also came to ask if you wanted to go on a walk under the stars with me?" Mountain looked at Cumulus with a hopeful expression that morphed into amusement due to the way her earrings swung as she nodded.

"Yeah! I can definitely go for a walk with you - just let me get dressed!" Cumulus scrambled up from her seat and gave Mountain a quick hug before rushing around her room. As she slipped on warm clothes and shoes, he walked over to her helmet and readied it for her.

"There we go! All set." Meeting at the doorway, he helped her slide the helmet over her head, careful to not pull her curls or the earrings. Slipping her small hand into his, the two quietly made their way out the building hand in hand.

- - - - -

There was a peaceful hum coming from Cumulus as they walked. Mountain's fingers thrummed against her soft hand. It didn't take long to reach the nearest door to head outside. Mountain pushed the door open for Cumulus to exit before him, following closely behind. She grinned ecstatically as the cool air hit her skin and rushed ahead pulling a stumbling Mountain along with her.

"Race you to the gazebo?" Mountain's eyebrow upturned as he glanced down at her before looking over at the nearby structure.

"You get five seconds." Cumulus laughed and dashed off, counting down in her head. When she reached five, she sprinted, hopeful when the structure was only a few feet away. Of course, it wasn't quick enough to beat his fast long legs. Suddenly Mountain was at her side, sending her off track. They went tumbling down, Mountain making sure he'd cushion her fall.

The two burst out in laughter as they rolled, struggling to sit up from their position on the damp grass. Eventually catching their breaths, they sat and exchanged grins. Mountain carefully pulled his helmet off and shook off his hair, Cumulus following suit. He let himself fall back, long limbs sprawled across the grass.

Cumulus looked around and picked a dandelion from her other side and turned to Mountain with a teasing smirk, "it looks like you!"

He rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed her forearm, pulling himself up to lean in close to her ear. "You blow me away." Cumulus giggled and blew the dandelion seeds at his face, causing the earth ghoul to sputter when they tickled his face.

Cumulus bit her lip, deciding not to mention the few that stuck to his hair; it was a very cute look on him. His features soft and relaxed made Cumulus feel warm and a small wind swirl surrounding them picked up pieces of the earth as her heart soared.

Mountain broke the stare first as he bumped his forehead to hers, careful with their horns. He rubbed his nose against hers as a hand toyed with the moon shaped earring. His eyes roamed her face in the slightly awkward position which made Cumulus laugh when his eyes went cross-eyed.

"Such a beautiful sight tonight." Cumulus instantly flushed as she lightheartedly pushed him away and looked up towards the stars.

"You haven't even looked up yet since we got outside."

"I don't need to. I have all the beauty I need right in front of me." His hands settled on her thighs with slight comforting movements.

"Dammit Mounty, stop being so effortlessly amazing. Give the rest of us a chance," she joked, looking down at their helmets while a hand tugged on an earring.

"I only dare speak the truth, my sweet amaryllis." Cumulus let her head fall against Mountain's bicep and hugged his arm, a dramatic sigh escaping her.

"I love you, Mountain."

"And I love you, Cumulus. Endlessly." She preened at his words, soaking up the love and glanced up. She took in the sight of the stars glimmering behind Mountain, who's dark eyes never left her. What a sight to behold.

"Thank you, Mountain. You've made my night infinitely better." She placed a hand over his heart, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

"We can stay until the sun comes up? If you'd like?" Cumulus gazed at him lovingly and grabbed a hold of his face to bring Mountain closer to her eye level.

"I'd love that, darling." A loose, goofy smile found its way onto his face as he cupped her chin. Their lips met as did earth and wind when the night breeze set dandelion seeds free.