#also yes he hides his scars and piercings

[starlightobservatory]

Local man gets stabbed and learns how to shapeshift, more at 11

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabi & shouto bonding + dabihawks, fluff

It's almost noon when Touya comes shuffling into the living room he shared with his boyfriend, PJ pants hanging low on his hips, no shirt in sight.

"Well, good mo-, no wait, good midday to me, handsome," Keigo quipped with a grin and Touya rolled his eyes.

Yeah, yeah, I'm a lazy bum, I know I know," Touya replied with a yawn and a stretch.

"We can't all just call home office and lunge around in sweats all day and call it work, yanno," he added and Keigo laughed.

"So staying up until 3 am gaming with Spinner and Tenko counts as work, now?" the hero asked with a sly smirk, and Touya sighed.

"I need a shirt for this conversation, and either their all in the wash or you stole some again, and I think we all know which one is true."

Keigo raised his eyebrows at that.

"I haven't taken any more than you've given me, I swear!" he said with hands raised in surrender, and Touya sighed dramatically.

"Well, what am I supposed to wear then?"

-

Listen, Touya loves Keigo.

Everything about him, actually.

Except for the fact that, ever since the war ended and the hero was allowed to develop his own style, that style turned out to be a mix between cottage core lesbian and confused grandpa.

Actually Touya didn't mind it when the clothes were on Keigo, he actually kinda loved it.

But while Keigo looked ridiculously hot in Touya's band shirts and big hoodies, Touya didn't quite have that same luxury.

So, there he sat, in a crowded coffee shop, a busy afternoon, out in public, with his white hair, scarred skin, piercings, tattoos, ripped black skinny jeans and... a very eclectically colored cardigan Touya suspected Keigo had dug out of a thrift store that should have been closed decades ago.

Yeah, fuck his life.

Just as the former villain pulled the bucket hat he had also borrowed from his boyfriend further down on his head in a vain attempt to hide he noticed the person he was here to meet come in trough the door.

"Shouto," Touya said out loud, raiding his hand to grab his brothers attention.

His dork of a younger brother smiled, as brightly as he ever did, and moved over to Touya quickly.

"Nii-san!" The young hero greeted and Touya huffed.

"Yeah yeah, sit down ya dork, I ordered you your..."

Touya's voice trailed off as Shouto took off his jacket.

"Todoroki Shouto, are you wearing my fucking shirt?!"

Shouto looked up at him with a hint of surprise on his face as he looked down on himself , before he nodded.

"Yes, it appears that I am," he said simply before happily taking a sip of his bubble tea.

Touya just stared at him.

"Why?" he finally asked as Shouto didn't elaborate.

Shouto took his time enjoying his tea before he answered.

"It's like a hand-over, it's normal for brothers to do, you know?" he replied with a shrug.

Touya blinked a few times trying to catch up.

"A hand... over?" he finally asked, trying his best to wrap his head around this.

He decided this was a bucket hat off situation, and just as he placed the hat down, Shouto picked ip back up and put in on his head.

"Like this, see?" the young hero said as if that answered all the questions.

Touya just stared back and Shouto sighed.

"Iida said he used to get his older brothers stuff all the time, Nii-san, I really think you're making too much out of this."

Oh.

Oh, god.

This poor, clueless, sweet bastard.

"You're talking about hand-me-downs, aren't you?" Touya finally asked, and Shouto nodded.

"Yes, that was the phrase."

Touya bit his lip, trying to figure out how to go about this without being too mean.

Look at him, all reformed and shit.

"Look Sho, I get that we have a lot of catching up to do, but if you want my stuff as hand-me-downs or whatever it'd be great if you asked first, okay?" Touya explained.

Shouto hummed.

"I must have misunderstood the tradition then, I apologize."

Touya huffed.

"It's okay, kid," he said with a small smile, and Shouto smiled back, before his gaze fell to the cardigan Touya was wearing and his brown furrowed.

"You can keep that one, though," Shouto said seriously, and Touya couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Yeah, I don't judge ya there, kid," he replied with a grin.

Before they parted ways a few hours later Touya quickly snapped a picture of Shouto in the bucket hat to send to Keigo with a warning that he'd probably never seen that hat again.

It was handed down now, after all.

[peony-flowerking7]

Size part 1 (Warning: Nudity)

I told ya Wukong was a short king. ALL HAIL SHORT KING WUKONG and yes I know I could've done my own designs but I decided it to be easier to use their show designs. I only put them more structure on body and face. So let me explain.

Wukong body is a muscular chubby build as we saw in the latest episode he has a dad bod and I love it because it makes him more squishy and handsome AHEM! No I don't not have a crush on him I just appreciate dad bods. When he's extremely or rageful his actual eye color will come out since you know, his eyes burn when being locked in the furnace. I wanted to give Wukong a beard, but I will in his human form don't woryyyyyy. Also he has a crooked nose BECAUSE I SAID SO it beautiful! And monkey feet

Macaque body is more skinny, yet more muscular. AHEM TITTIES! He got an ass and titties for days because I am GAY! I am a lesbian for this hoe. He also has scars he hides across his body with that glamour spell. And I think it is confirmed that he can't see with the other eye so he's blind which is something I will put in my fanfic btw. But yeah he's blind. HE'S AN ALBINO MACAQUE MONKEY I'M CALLING IT! He also has a beard but only in his human form. Also underneath the red markings is his scar he covers it with glamour and the red markings.

Duzhe as you know they curvy and chubby. They have stretch marks on their lower half and are they strong? Kind of and kind of not. Duzhe is only getting strong because of Wukong and Macaque training so you might say they're a bit muscular too I love muscles. I gave them a belly button piercing and they only liked to wear puffy pants. If they wears shorts they may feel insecure on that, I want to make a comic on that though. But they don't like wearing shorts, they are shy on their legs but the rest of their body they're confidence on. This is indeed their official design I have redesign them so much I had to stop myself and do an official design on Duzhe. It a freaking problem with me.

I drew them nude because it will help me with body their body figures and Duzhe vitiligo. Also I usually sometimes call Duzhe a they/them and sometimes I use she/her pronouns but they are both. Duzhe is a she/they but mostly on the non binary side, there is a reason why. But I won't tell ya! Also no I can't draw nipples please don't criticize me why I did draw nipples on Macaque and Wukong but not Duzhe IT DIFFICULT OKAY!

[bitethedustfools]

New World, New scars (pt 3)

The exam month had come. Yuu was in the living room with books and papers scattered on the table.

His injured hands, which were finally healed by a healing potion, held a pen in a strange manner, slowly dragging it across the paper, stopping for a few seconds before continuing. The hands noticeably became shakier and stiffer.

It seems that the healing potions don't heal everything. The crooked fingers are proof of that.

Still, Grim watched how Yuu struggled before the boy sighed and decided to abandon it to read the notes instead. In Grim's opinion, the writings were pleasing to his eyes, and he could understand them in one glance in comparison to the scrawling from before.

It goes without a doubt that Yuu was very smart and also hardworking. Even that two-toned haired teacher praised Yuu, occasionally giving him candies.

Grim looked at Yuu's hands and decided that he didn't want Yuu to ruin their first exam, so Grim would take the lead. They both are, after all, two-in-one student. It would be awful if Yuu didn't manage to score anything with those hands.

-

Grim noticed Yuu roaming around the room where he was at like a ghost haunting the place. Yuu usually doesn't stay in the same room, and if he does, he usually tries to erase his presence.

So therefore, him hovering around and gazing at him from a certain distance became annoying.

"What are you movin around for? You're botherin me," Grim huffed, looking away from the notes he obtained from a certain someone.

Yuu kept looking at him nervously, his sweat dripping and fidgeting with his fingers lightly.

"Are you sure you're going to do the exam instead of me...? I can do it," Yuu said softly, almost carefully.

"No! I can do it. I'm not that dumb! If anythin, you're goin to make us fail with those hands of yours."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Grim saw Yuu glanced at his hands for a short moment before hiding them behind his back, expression down as though he's shameful.

"So sit down! I'm gonna ace this exam all by myself!" Grim huffed once more after he said those words as if it would calm Yuu down.

-

Despite not doing anything troublesome like the exam, Yuu grew even more nerve-wracking just watching by the sidelines, fearing that Grim would mess it up, to which Grim assured confidently and exasperatedly that he won't.

His confidence only soared higher when he received high scores and he shoved it to Yuu, who flinched at the sudden action.

Grim dismissed it. After all, he did a very good job of it, so Yuu will definitely be impressed by it, so he held it up with pride.

"85...?" Yuu's voice trembled, and his eyes widened with horror. Grim heard Yuu mumbling from underneath his breath how the teacher won't accept this and will be angry.

Yuu began to shed tears when he saw Ace's and Deuce's marks but not from happiness as he expected. His expression looked frightened and alarmed.

"Hey, it's closer to 100. That's fine, isn't it?" said Ace, trying to comfort Yuu, who is not participating in the exam yet was unusually upset at their marks. "That's not a terrible mark at all!"

"Yes, it is... Master Crewel is going to get angry..." said Yuu with certainty and fear.

Grim thought that the three of them definitely have the same idea in mind at that time, but none spoke them out loud.

-

Contrary to Yuu's words, Professor Crewel does not punish them, but he does look at them all suspiciously.

And now, it's their turn to be scared. Grim didn't expect that all of them actually made a deal with Azul, that scammer!

Upon learning of this fact, Yuu's expression turned to be even more horrified. He hugged himself, and he began to bite the flesh between the thumb and the wrist, almost piercing through them and drawing blood.

Yuu seemed to be in his own world that his words became incoherent, but some managed to understand a few of what he's saying.

"Cheating, lies, not allowed, punished, beaten, angry, apologize..."

A story formed in their head in an instant, but Grim doesn't understand why they would get beaten for that alone?

His question remained unanswered because everyone who managed to strike a deal with Azul sprouted an anemone on top of their head and began to march to the Octavinelle dorm.

Yuu, despite trembling like a shaky leaf, remained still amongst the moving crowd, looking hesitant, as though he will end up in a terrible situation if he followed them.

-

Grim, Ace, and Deuce didn't see Yuu that much after they started working in the Mostro Lounge. Grim did meet Yuu at the dorm, but he hardly gave any attention and just dropped on the spot and snooze.

He had never worked so hard in his entire life, and that made Grim think that it's not worth making a deal with the devil.

But then he thought of the reason why he accepted, and he can only grumble loudly as his tiny paws washed yet another dirty dish.

Surely... this isn't as hard as...

He yowled as the water splashed on his face.

-

They met again during lunch after who knows how long, but Grim is exhausted that time seemed to blend together. The same thing goes for Ace and Deuce as they all dragged their feet to find their table, resisting the urge to sleep.

Yuu, who is somehow accompanied by a very decent Savanaclaw student by the name of Jack, easily spotted them and carefully sat right next to them. His eyes flitted across all three expressions as though he's looking for something, only to slacken the tension in his shoulders.

It did not last long when the Leeches twins invited themselves in, but Grim no longer took notice of this the moment the twins suggested that there is a way for them to be free.

Yuu needed to make a deal with Azul.

It did not last a minute; Yuu buckled instantly under their pleadings to save them. They all cheered, ignoring Jack scolding them.

"You know, for the first time, I think I'm ready to recognize you as our prefect," said Grim, feeling elated at Yuu for the first time.

The smile on Yuu's face immediately went strained, and his gaze was lowered. Grim saw his still injured fingers clenched tightly on his pants as though it wasn't hurt days ago.

"I'm... glad I'm useful," Yuu said.

Maybe Grim should have shut his mouth.

-

Grim still stayed on the bed, and Yuu on the floor.

Grim slept to the scent of salt and the quiet sobbings accompanying the cold night.

-

Grim sneaked out of the kitchen to the VIP room on the day Yuu came to make a deal, a trail of wet spots formed on the carpet as he made his way over there.

He heard voices, and he, who at first wanted to recklessly barge in, suddenly out of character, stopped to lean on the door so he could listen in.

"...You see, prefect, my understanding is that you have no innate magical power." Came Azul's voice.

"You're not gifted with a beautiful voice, nor are you heir to any kingdom. You also do not possess any outstanding and useful skills. You're an utterly run-of-the-mill human in every possible way. Considering the big ask you're making of me, I would need considerable collateral."

It was insults, no matter how many different angles and how many times he tried to listen. If it was Grim whom Azul had told that face to face, he would no doubt be blown up with rage and yell back.

However, Yuu only replied with two words, spoken softly and without stuttering as though he had known that a long time ago and had long accepted it.

"I know."

-

Since Yuu had put the ramshackle dorm as collateral, they both were kicked out of their only shelter into the cold night.

Ace, Deuce, and even Jack offered to help them. The Adeuce insisted Yuu go with them instead of Jack; after all, Jack is from Savanaclaw, and Yuu and that dorm don't mix well together.

Except that didn't happen.

Yuu followed Jack, and he let Grim follow Ace and Deuce.

-

His sleep that night was filled with snores, the rustling of someone moving in their sleep, and a faint smell of roses that was enough not to irritate his nose.

It felt strange that Yuu was not here.

He was awake for hours and he doesn't remember what time it was when he had fallen asleep.

-

Grim does not know what happened to Yuu that same night. But the next day, he spotted bruises blooming all over Yuu's body that Grim suspected some of his ribs might have broken. There were also a few band-aids here and there, and even the face was not spared.

Grim suddenly went mad over this, yelling at Jack, who followed Yuu guiltily. Even Ace and Deuce joined as well, occasionally scolding Yuu lightly for even choosing the place where most students beat him up.

"I'm sorry... I... didn't want to bother you," Yuu murmured, the injuries making him look even more pathetic.

Their anger didn't last long upon seeing this and told him to come to their dorm instead.

Yuu merely shook his head, "I won... fair and square. I'll do my part well."

Nobody knows what he meant by this.

-

They cornered Jack when he's alone after their attempted to steal the photograph failed.

"What does Yuu mean?"

"Why is he hurt like that?"

"What did you do?"

Plenty of accusations were thrown at him that Jack's stern expression twisted into something complicated.

What left his mouth only stunned them even more.

In exchange to live there, Yuu had to be a gopher and also fight and win. And win he did, even as his body is blue and black and his form is close to a deathbed.

There's no benefit in living there and winning said fight if being beaten up and being a gopher awaited him there.

Grim was right when he said that Yuu was a coward and an idiot.

A coward because Yuu cannot say no so he does what Leona said and an idiot for not realizing that there's nothing good that will bring to him in that place.

-

Despite everything, Yuu still went there.

But Grim supposed that there's another reason why he needed to get what Azul wanted to get the ramshackle dorm back.

-

Yuu came up with a plan on the last day when everyone is starting to lose hope. It was simple. Too simple just like the time he came up with in the Dwarf mine, yet it proved to be effective.

The day they initiated the plan also went smoothly that not even the closed museum could ever obstructed said plan with the help of Ace.

Grim rather liked a smart Yuu rather than an idiot, but it is too bad that this showcase of intelligence is very limited and not available most of the time.

But it was on this very same day that Grim realized just how truly smart Yuu is.

Grim had learned Yuu had done something to Leona for him to join his plan, a second plan that no one in the group knows. Yuu and the rest were simply bait, but who would have thought that both plans succeeded anyway.

Grim wondered why it's only time like this that Yuu started to take the lead when he's usually the one who is following and endured.

-

Azul overbloated after that; his lower half became that of an octopus and Grim thought that everything can be handled since they've beaten Riddle and Leona before.

This proved to be a bit difficult seeing as Azul had stolen half of their magic and used it against them. Offensive and defensive, he had it all much to Grim's displeasure.

Azul, just like Leona before, reached out to Yuu with one of those octopus legs the moment his eyes laid on him. Eyes dilated with anger and hatred, only to replace with malicious glee when he caught Yuu who stood still like a sacrifice.

Again with that.

Grim thought he imagined it last time but he really did it again.

Yuu cried and gasped for air as Azul choked the life out of him while everyone is screaming for his name.

Grim thought Yuu hated being beaten up, thought he's scared of it.

So why is he smiling?

-

Grim never got his answer, feeling quite lost and confused with how Yuu acted. The others seemed to know, seemed to understand what Yuu is thinking even if it's just snippets.

But Grim is not as smart as Yuu, so Grim could never understand what goes through Yuu's mind.

The moment the monster got defeated, Grim quickly ate the black magestone the monster left behind to distract himself.

Yuu was currently knocked out cold on the floor, surrounded by his friends who have disheveled appearances. No doubt, they will scold him when he woke up later.

-

They did scold him when he regained consciousness.

Yuu apologized pathetically and said that he was scared he couldn't move his feet. He shed tears and trembled upon being stared upon.

But that's not what Grim saw earlier. Yet, he kept his mouth shut anyway.

[skores]

How painful would a Spring lock failure actually be?

Well according to the books it would be a “slow and painful death” however let’s take a more in depth look into it. Firstly how do you trigger the Spring locks? As most of you know water (as seen in the Bite of 83) and sudden movements (Stated by Charlie to Carlton in Silver Eyes) making the Spring Bonnie suit extremely dangerous and fatal by default if your not careful you WILL die.

What happened to William Afton exactly? He basically triggered the Spring locks due to rain leaking from the ceiling in an attempt to hide from the dead souls he had killed and didn’t notice until it was too late. The Spring Bonnie suit was now going into Animatronic mode which is why the Spring locks are going off due to the rain.

Now the big question is how painful is it? Let’s look at the target points of the Spring locks and determine where they are going into the body. According to a picture from the Silver Eyes book we can see David Miller (Book version of William Afton) having scars all over the majority of his body EXCEPT most of his head which is really important as that’s where the brain is. It’s even depicted in the games as on ScrapTrap his head and part of his brain is still visible and relatively undamaged.

Why is that important you may ask? Well when humans sustain injury it sends pain signals to the brain meaning if the users brain is intact they can still register all the pain administered by the Spring locks as they each slowly go of one by one into different parts of the body. If it isn’t already obvious than this would be EXCRUCIATINGLY painful.

Once the Spring locks start to go off the endoskeleton would start going into the users body completely shattering your arms and legs due to the extreme pressure. It would start of from the femur than domino effect to the pelvis and than to the lower abdomen. Now the Spring locks will start piercing through the users liver and stomach and then will move to the upper torso causing a spontaneous pneumothorax (lung collapse) as it starts filling with the users blood. The users scream will be cut of once the Spring locks go of on the neck severing the vocal cords and jugular causing the body to go limp as the user tries to scream however only gurgling sounds are heard as they start suffocating in their own blood. Spring Bonnie will also replace the users eyes with its own rendering them blind as the user eventually dies of blood lose or drowning in their own blood. UNLESS YOUR WILLIAM AFTON BECAUSE THAT MF KEEPS COMING BACK.

Another little fact is that the reason SpringTrap/William is so easy to trick with the sound of children is because of Spring Bonnie’s programming as William isn’t in full control here. Spring Bonnie is programmed to follow the sound of children and since it’s in Animatronic mode it’s forcing William to comply since he’s basically stuck inside it.

So to answer your question YES it would be unimaginably painful to die by Spring lock failure. (Purple Guy definitely deserved it tho)

[milkratz]

Maisie hasn't seen her cousin in a few years. She moved to England when she turned nineteen, and John, younger than her by a couple years, apparently up and joined the military. Close as children, they kept in contact as best they could - Mainly, through Instagram. You know the way modern adults do: A like and comment to show you still exist, and that you are acknowledging yes! You also still exist.

And boy did John use Instagram. He kept his account private, no doubt because of his position in the military-

He didn't talk about it, but on their few face times, she could see the lines on his face, the growing amount of scars, a deepened look to his face-

But that definitely didn't stop him from posting. There were noticeable gaps, months between posts, but when he did post, he went on sprees. 'Aesthetic photos' showing off the landscapes of Scotland, images from the places he's traveled to, probably for work, cute shop pics, and selfies.

A lot of selfies.

But recently, his selfies haven't just been his 'self'.

The first pic introducing the new mystery man was simple. John posed with a wide grin, the mystery man a few feet back and seemingly having not noticed the camera. He was leaning down, petting what appeared to be a stray cat. The caption was simple, 'Found a new buddy!' with the flurry of emojis he normally used.

Maisie didn't think much of it, liked the photo, commented on the cuteness of the cat, and moved on.

It was a few photos later that she then began to notice. This time it wasn't John himself; He took a photo of the same man before. They were sat in a coffee shop, some gauzy filter put over it to make it seem cozier. A cup of coffee and tea sat on the table, and a shared plate of biscuits. This time, the man's features were a little clearer. He held a magazine in front of his face, covering his lower half of the face, and he was looking towards the window.

The magazine did nothing to hide the broadness of the man's shoulders, or the visible scarring on his face. He had wide, almost uncharacteristically soft, eyes that contrasted the roughness of his demeanor. Blonde curls, the sides shaved short, but not at all like the awful mohawk John insisted upon (like he wasn't damn near his thirties), with a heavily pierced ear. Very punk almost.

Maisie smiled, commented, 'Cute little coffee date! Quite the Bonnie fish ya caught', with a teasing emoji, before moving on. Good for John, she thought.

Later that night, she scrolled through his page. She noticed almost every picture included the blonde man. Either he was posing with John, though looking quite begrudged, or was captured candid. The one that sealed the deal?

The man, lounging on a couch, clearly passed out, with what Maisie knew to be the stray cat from the original picture. He held the small thing on his chest, it bundled up in a tight circle, while another hand was hiding his face.

Maisie giggles, before dming John. "You should come by soon! Love to catch up. Oh - And don't forget to bring your boyfriend. 😘"

[dootznbootz]

Hi, what do you think about epic the musical as an Odyssey fan? Just curious

As an Epic the musical fan, I LOVE IT! Everyone's so talented and I love the music style!!! It's super fun and creative and it's amazing that Jay basically writes it all himself!

As an Odyssey fan... It's INCREDIBLY different. To the point where it's more "Odyssey inspired" than the actual Odyssey. But that's the thing. I wouldn't say Jay WANTS it to be word for word Odyssey and I DO think that'd be...kind of hard to do? Especially for Modern day.

It still has most of the "spirit" of the Odyssey though I feel like which is SUPER important. I'm saddened that very few adaptations really "balance" Odysseus' assholery and "goodness". I love "shithead Odysseus" but personally, I'm happy as long as an adaptation keeps to a "family man who wants to go home" for the most part :D (I really fucking hate the whole "Odysseus! The clever, swashbuckling hero who gets all the babes! ...He has a family?!" bullshit. That's very much not him. (He likes shiny things, yes but that's it)

More personal rambles below :D

I think it's interesting that Polites in Epic is more "peaceful" when in the Odyssey, he's called "captain of armies". And the fact he's killed right away when he was one of the last men alive.

Also Odysseus' and Eurylochus' friendship! I think it's sweet in the musical while in the Odyssey, it's quite tense. It gets more and more tense in Epic later on obviously but in the odyssey, it's been tense for a WHILE. Also!

Shout out to Armando Julian! Eurylochus' actor! I see a lot of people talk about Polites, Poseidon, Circe, and Hermes and they get a lot of fanart and love with their songs (rightfully so, ofc!!!) but Armando is really talented and people really sleep on Luck Runs Out! I'm about to become a vocal nerd for a moment. He's got a wonderful vibrato! I really love how he sings "feed" during Full Speed Ahead and "Captain, please" during Remember Them for example. His voice really fits with "speaking on behalf of the crew".

I know most people have a lot of feelings with the Circe Saga but I think that Jay did a great job considering... everything. Book 10 and 12 of the Odyssey are very complicated and I don't blame Jay for not wanting to delve into EVERYTHING with that. Odyssey Odysseus gets SA'd twice and while "I'm Not Sorry for Loving You" makes me worry, I really do think Jay will pull through with how fucked up Calypso's situation while still not having the graphic scenes in the Odyssey. It would be very hard to not only have what was basically an exchange for his men to be turned back to humans but if he interprets it happening throughout the entire year like some readers do, then that's really hard. :'D To truly portray Odysseus' fear of Circe while still having her be morally gray. As she very likely didn't mean Odysseus harm after a certain point but he was still afraid regardless.

Not only trying to not have such disturbing stuff shown in his musical but also, I think Jay was possibly trying to be considerate of Madeline Miller's Circe fans while still trying to show Odysseus discomfort and distress???? 😅 Sounds weird but like, as soon as I heard Circe talking about the nymphs being like her daughters and that she protects them, I thought that. That book is HUGE and I'm sure that many fans of it don't necessarily want to see Circe's "I do whatever I want. I don't need a reason. Woe, Oink be upon ye." as the most likely reason they were turned into pigs in the Odyssey is that ODYSSEUS is associated with them (the boar scar, the metaphors when talking about him in the Iliad, his trusted Swineherd Eumeaus, BOAR TUSK HELMET. Like, that's kind of the animal that represents Odysseus. (even when a spear pierces through a boar's hide, it'll STILL charge as they're that ferocious and determined...Just like Odysseus, a man who should be dead but isn't because of his will to go home. Homer didn't write them being turned into pigs necessarily as a "Men are pigs" thing.

I think the modern shift in how the situation seen today and other media of the Odyssey is why he wrote the songs he did. And considering it all? He did a good job navigating it. I'm very happy with the results!

I have more thoughts probably but those have been stewing in my brain for a while :D I definitely look forward to the next sagas!

[ccoffii]

Eleceed Redesign Pt 2

Hi, I’m back to be annoying with my headcanons again. I rlly should be studying. Again, this is for FUNNNN I ain't fixing shit it's more like how I would draw them.

I also redesigned the bestie crew so look at that too after this one teehee.

Starting off with the one who doesn’t even look like the same person.

I noticed this webcomic rlly likes to repeat hairstyles, I mean Jiyoung has the same hair as Lia and Iseul has the same thing just short.

I have not though about how Jiyoung would get the scar on her chest, but all I know is that at one point she had a phase like Jisuk and that's how she got it. Instead of seeing it as ugly tho I want her to think of it as a badge of honour.

I do not care if her outfit is inconvenient she looks cool af.

The white streak in her hair was because of Jisuk, I didn't think that far after that I just wanted them to kinda match.

I like the think she also has a rebellious streak but she's better at hiding it.

I actually don't mind Kayden and Kartein's designs, I just made some changes based on some adjustments I would make.

I made his ass built like a Dorito cause body shape is also included in silhouette which is important for character design :)

based on what I said about Jiwoo's clothes in my last post I decided to make it a reality. My friend also told me I should have a button on his shirt holding on for dear life.

Messier hair because he a heads and shoulders 4 in 1 type of guy. Also it helps sell his personality more at first glance.

His black outfit is base on the SOLIDER uniform from FF7, I didn't really have any ideas so it's' in the works. I kept the monochrome black palette for now since it goes so well with Kartein but I'll change that later.

Ear piercings just because.

Yes, Kartein makeup is for everyone. I didn't change much about him either

I gave him short hair because I couldn't think up a good long hair style for him. Also, half slicked back hair because it makes him look fancy.

Gay Earring because he got his hair slicked back, it may be a gift from a certain someone considering how simple it is.

Monochrome white for him still! Like Kayden, I want to make more outfits where he has more colour.

his mole is only there bc I like it when characters have it there and there was also a stray line art marking I couldn't find the layer of and was too lazy to find it.

a little pendant tie thing because I think it looks cool and again may be from a certain someone

I noticed that Kayden and Kartein would be hard to tell apart if it was only their silhouettes and no black and white contrast to the suit and coat along with hair change help with telling them apart.

A fanfic may be in order, but that will be after I crawl out of exam hell. Also, I am well aware some of these designs would be HELL to draw for a webcomic, don't take it seriously lol.

[hamster-writes]

After a long day walking around baldur's gate everyone is exhausted, tired, and well...dirty. Everyone takes their turns at the bath in the elfsong inn. But, astarion seems to be lost in thought staring blankly at the book in front of him.

He definitely hides it well. But, ever since you all have arrived at baldur's gate astarion has grown more and more uncomfortable and anxious from being back. The past trauma that he tried to push down are now front and center being so close to the mansion. It was effecting him more then he thought possible. He is so confident he can do this and yet... he still has fear. The what if's are eating at him weather he cares to admit it or not.

You know all to well what it's like to feel that way. Being in places that bring bad memories and past traumas to light. Where you feel like everyone can see. When in reality only the one that is closest to you knows what may be going through your mind. You two have been in a relationship for quite awhile now. So you go up to him and sit beside him on his bed.

"Yes, darling?" He says. "How are you feeling?" You reply just trying to figure out where he's at. "About as good as i can be." He replied. You don't push any further already knowing the answers. You lean your head on his shoulder for a little bit and sit in silence. Both of you lean into each other and just saver each others company. You eventually stand up and hold out your hand, "come on lets go." He knew what you were doing. When ever one of you gets in a season of bad depression, you offer the other to take a bath together. Never sexual, just company and comfort.

Weather it be in a nice hot bath or the river it is always relaxing and a nice way to unwind. "Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime or if you get uncomfortable. I'll stop right away." You say, as he steps in the bath first. "Don't worry darling, I've missed doing this recently. It has been quite awhile since we had the time to do anything this lovely. " he scoots forward so you can get in behind him. You step in and get yourself settled. You both sit for awhile and say nothing just relaxing and basking in each other's company.

Astarion leans back into you even more then he already was "your skin is warm" He says. "I know you tell me every night" you replied with a chuckle. You bring a bowl up to wet his hair before you apply the soap to his hair. You Start too slowly message the soap into his hair. "This feels wonderful" he says. "Isnt it relaxing?" you reply with a light smile. "No... i mean getting away from the chaos. Not that i dont like chaos of course," he replied. You chuckle continuing to massage and wash his hair do get the blood and dirt out. He continues, "But, i also ment getting some time together is nice. Just ourselves. " He tilts his head back a little bit so you can get the front of his hair. "The bath is also amazing. The aroma and the steam is doing wonders for my face" He grins.

"I used a hand full of the flowers and herbs we picked up today, plus the soaps we bought earlier." You replied.

He relished in the feeling of you massaging his hair. He absolutely loves it when you do this for him. He remembers the first time you offered to do this for him. As much as he hates to admit it he cried the first time. He had no idea how to be in a relationship where sex wasn't required. You never forced him to, never made him feel guilty for not having sex. Simple things like washing each other with no strings attached brought him to tears.

You finish rinsing his hair, and you grabbed a cloth to wash his back and arms. "Is this okay?" You ask. "Yes, please continue darling. " He replied. He knows you will be gentle around his scars on his back. Though that have been there for more than a hundred years, he can sometimes still feel the pain of the dagger be pierced into his skin. You continue to gently wash his back and arms. Once you are finished you step out and grab a large cloth to dry off. You sit on a stool and wait for astarion to finish as you brush your hair. As soon as his finished he does the same. He sits on a stool in front of you with his back turned.

You begin to comb his hair gently just incase there are any tangles. He relies on you sometimes (most times) now to help with his hair since he can't see his reflection. No matter how long he stared at his mirror he can't see himself. You ended up being his eyes. "Can you tell me what you see?" He asked. He does this every once in awhile. You can't help but indulge him. You smile as you continue to comb and style his hair, "I see someone who has GORGEOUS white hair that curls around his ears ever so beautifully" you say, as he rolls his eyes with a smirk. You continue, "i love the way your smile lines show when you laugh."

He snaps around and gives you a teasing glare. You chuckle as you finish doing his hair. He turns around and faces you. "And what else?" He says. You cup his face "Beautiful piercing red eyes. And someone i love very much." You say. Holding your stare he leans in, he gives you a loving soft kiss. "Thank you darling." He gives a soft peck on your forehead as he stands up.

He get dressed as do you. He holds out his hand and say, "shall we?". You take his hand and walk side by side back into the room. He lays down on his bed and you prepare to leave, but he grabs your hand again. "Can you stay, please?" He says. You smile "of course." You settle in beside him. Your face nestled in the croke of his neck and his in yours. He places a kiss on you neck before he sinks his teeth into it. You flinched a little bit, it hurts a lot less then it used to and is most pleasurable now. I lasts about a minute or two. You know he's done when you start to get a bit light headed. He finishes and licks up the last bit before placing another kiss there.

"Thank you." He says. You look up and smile at him. This is the first time he has been cuddly in awhile which is understandable. He must be getting more anxious being so close to his goal. In the end you know he will make the right decision, and you will be by his side every step of the way. You Start to dose off and look like your asleep when you here "I love you, and thank you."

You know if you react he will try to cover it up. He's not quite ready to say it to your face just yet. But when that time comes you will be ready. You both fall asleep cradled in each other's arms.

First time I've ever written anything please be gentle!!! Any constructive criticism is welcome!!! Thank you for reading 💖💖💖💖

[not-so-lost-after-all]

This was a catastrophy...

It started as a joke, though. She told Astarion about Halsin's proposal with a good-natured shake of her head. He started laughing, his usual thetrical self. “He just can't shut up about the freedoms of nature. Darling, you can have as much Halsin as you want.”

There was cold wave all across her body. She stopped her steps, inclining her head and met his eyes. “Is that so?” she said, casually for now.

“Well, if you'd like me to join in, that would indeed cross the line,” he frowned a little. “But I must ask, is that because... you know... we haven't in a while.”

“Gods, give me strenght,��� she gritted her teeth.

(Shadowheart chuckled. “I just wonder what exactly you try to achieve here. You want to turn him into someone who can understand how people actually care about each other sometimes? Someone who won't get stabbed within a week on his own? He won't change. Most likely even can't anymore.")

Suddenly the bile inside was on her tongue, overflowing. Esipre was so tired and even viciously glad she didn't care if the words are cutting anymore. “Of course it is, what other reason could I possibly have to go with him? And I don't ask for any permission.”

His eyes widened. Oh, that hurt. It was easy to be mean to him. Cruel, even. “Then have fun, I suppose, my dear.” There was tremor in his voice he didn't bother to hide. No mockery followed, now that was something. But she was not in the mood to coddle him, hug him or kiss him.

“It was never my intention to sleep with him. I told him no because I know it would sting you no matter what you say. I understand why I gave you the impression but you should have known me better by now. You never listen or ask, you only want.”

She never saw her own reflection in his eyes, she only seemed reborn in them in a twisted form. She hardly recognized herself whenever he depicted her character. And yet, wasn't there a grain of beastly truth in his words?

He whispered her name and she knew if she stops for a moment, it would pierce through her heart again.

“I'm not done here. I thought that in recent weeks, I gave you enough to earn if not love, then at least your trust. My blood, protection, warm body during the night, the truth about your scars, the way back to our city - why wasn't it enough? Gods above, anyone else in our merry band would be less demanding and more giving.”

(“That's wonderful lets get married and have kids look, Gale. But I'm afraid you're looking in the wrong direction.”)

And then, the ace from her pocket. “If you think so low of me, then perhaps you also think that if it was Cazador with us instead of you and told me about his sad story, I would spread my legs and offer my neck to him too?”

Astarion took a step back with a jerk. “Don't say that, don't you ever joke about that,” he hissed with both anger and frustrated hurt.

She went way too far, she knew. Esipre closed her eyes for a few beats of her racing heart. It helped. She was a leader, not someone's bitter neglected wife, dammit.

“I'm sorry, that was a low blow. But I'm scared and tired too, you know,” she finished with hollow voice. With a wave of her hand, she left. Mercifully, he didn't follow her.

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That was a catastrophy...

He simply tried to not stand in her way, to please her, to make her stick around. Now he wondered whether she returned to Halsin or not. It was already dark, everybody already resting at the inn, only Esipre was missing. He found her outside, hunched by the fire, cross-legged and with a bottle of wine. She was so small and perhaps for the first time he noticed the toll this little adventure was taking on her.

“May I?” he started.

“I'm afraid I would be no fun tonight. Perhaps go talk with Lae'zel about our glorious slaughter today? Flirt with Wyll maybe? Whatever. I already told you...”

“That you're going to help me. Yes, you repeated it several times already. I'd rather be sulking in your company if I may.”

He didn't wait for the answer. He quickly found himself with his head in her lap. Like some tamed wolf, he thought. Perhaps that's fitting and strangely he doesn't even mind. Esipre looked at him in displeasure and pressed her lips together but didn't stop him or yell at him.

“Please be patient, you know I'm still learning. If you want me to ask something, I wouldn't even know where to start.”

She laid one hand on his chest but barely met his eyes. “Fine,” he sighed. “Why are you here and not inside with the others?”

“It was wonderful here, without any words. Inside... Everyone wants a piece.”

“And I want the biggest piece of you, of course, until there's nothing left. Why?”

She took a sharp breath and then the words came like a flood. She never was lady enough for her noble mother, savvy enough for her noble father, a piece of furniture for her step mother. Even on the streets she got herself almost killed several times and the few times she sold her body she was so miserable she made the others miserable too. Not good enough of a wizard, never had the time and money before. Not good enough of a friend to not sell her companions to the law or lowlives several times to save her own skin. Never enough. She wanted to not fail everyone just for once. “See, you're not the only one wearing a mask.”

“You're doing great job, darling. Barely any of us died so far. Some of us are even better off now. You've grown so much and maybe you should trust our companions that they know what they're doing when they decided to follow you.” He grinned widely. “Am I doing it correctly?”

She laughed and nodded. There was that light in her eyes again.

“Anyway, whatever happens, I want to thank you for that look. You always brighten up when you stare at me. Nobody ever looked at me like this. I... just wanted you to know that,” he kissed her wrist reverently

Perhaps, just for once, gods actually sent him a blessing.

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Shots (the doctory ones)

Ok, wait, I want to clarify that when I say shots, I mean vaccines, not the alcoholic ones or gunshots.

Cool? Cool.

When Lance is forced to get a shot, he shrieks like a child, but he’s mostly being dramatic.

After the ordeal, he’ll go home and be all whiny and use his ‘poor, abused, punctured arms’ as an excuse to make Keith do everything for him.

And Keith would roll his eyes and make a snarky comment, but clearly he’s genuinely worried and would spend the whole week (yes, week) suffocating Lance with care like the closeted mother hen that he is.

Keith, on the other hand, would try to keep a straight face. But he seriously can’t handle it.

Due to his killer immune system, he rarely had to go to the hospital. Also, he usually just toughed it out or fixed it himself when he got injured as a child.

So he’s already on edge thanks to this unfamiliar place full of grumpy adults and children who seem to be leaking mucus from absolutely all places, and now he’s being dragged into a small room by Lance and that lady is smiling at him so bright that he’s 58% sure that she’s a serial killer.

She has the nerve to ask him how his day is going.

So far he has been forced to this horrid place by his traitorous boyfriend (Husband? Are they married yet? Who knows.), been given a headache from the piercing wails of infants, made conversation with a dead looking receptionist with a scar splitting her right nostril (How does that happen?), and called into yet another strange hallway by a random who knows his name (what? Why? Did Lance give away Keith’s identity? Because partners or not, Lance has NOT helped Keith escape this situation yet and he feels utterly betrayed. He expects to be paid in full with cuddles and movie marathons after this is over).

Yeah, Keith’s day has been great, thanks. He decides to ignore Lance frantically shaking his head at the nurse.

Anyway, he makes it through the checkup with only a couple comments about his scars, and he breathes out at last, knowing he’s finally safe.

Lance clears his throat awkwardly.

“Uh.. it’s great to see you relaxed, but you don’t think we’re done yet, do you?”

What.

Screaming seems like an good option right now. Why hadn’t he been listening to the gibberish coming out of the doctor’s mouth? Why was this so much easier last time, when Lance was the one getting a check up?

He can feel Lance’s burning gaze watching him think, but there is a sharp knock on the door an it swings open slowly. The man who walks in is pushing a cart.

On the cart is a tray.

A tray of needles.

Before this point, Keith has been sitting in one of the 2 chairs in the corner of the room. As soon as his eyes land on those evil stabbies, he hops up and settles quickly in Lance’s lap, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s tan neck to block the rest of the room from his vision.

He can feel Lance running his fingers soothingly through Keith’s hair. He grips on tighter just to make sure it won’t stop.

Honestly, Keith can’t decide what’s wrong with himself. He can take a gunshot and keep fighting, be interrogated fiercely by aliens, hunt dangerous species from foreign universes, and yet he can’t look at some needles.

Lance chuckles softly.

“Hey. You have to sit up, you can stay on my lap and close your eyes, but it’s only gonna hurt more if you stay all tense like that.”

Keith raises his head just a bit to stare at Lance with wide, teary eyes. He nods shallowly and flips around so that his back is pressed to Lance’s chest.

Long story short, Lance ends up having to pin Keith’s arms still and hug his chest tightly until all 4 shots have been injected.

Keith only manages to ignore him for about 2 minutes before running over for hugs. He can be petty later, right now he’s been through a traumatic experience and need comfort in the form of Lance the doting boyfriend.

(Does Lance feeding him their stash of Valentine’s chocolates while they watch ‘Legally Blond’ and all three ‘How to Train Your Dragon’s make this all worth it? No.)

(Yes.)

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This was supposed to be 4 paragraphs long…

Have fun trying to find a plot in this mess : )

I just got 2 shots and a finger prick yesterday, so yes I am projecting. I’m really bad around needles, I can’t even look at cartoon-style pictures for longer than a couple seconds. I almost passed out, but what’s new?

[1moreff-creator]

Brain go brr on the Q&A

+Xander trying to hide his piercing from his school is so him, I love it.

+Listen, I don't want to overthink the Q&A too much, but my brain won't let me be normal about some things. The birthday thing caught my eye. Supposedly, some of the dates are important, but the rest are meant to be spread out, right? But Veronika and David's birthdays are, like, two days apart, so does that mean they're important? Same with Ace and Arei (ike three days), but at least Ace's birthday is Halloween so it's not hard to figure out. I don't remember most of the other birthdays, so I don't know if there's more examples.

+Why is this the "new David"'s default sprite? Is he so smug it runs all the way to his default pose? What.

+David can cook, malewife status confirmed. Also, "how does he handle his feelings? Badly" That's hilarious.

+New info on the Spurlings! This is getting outta hand, now there's two of them! I'm really intrigued as to what the hell their deal is. And Duke could have been alive during the Tragedy? What are we implying here? So many questions!

+Ace is officially gay! Many people are happy with this development. Though I have to ask, did anyone ship him with any woman? Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen that. Anyways, not like it matters now!

+Pan Veronika, pan Veronika, pan Veronika yes! I love it! New headcanon; she just dates/has sex with anyone she thinks will be entertaining to date/fuck. "Bit-sexual", as internet funnyman Alpharad would put it.

+I swear the David sexuality thing is an actual quote from somewhere. Hold on.

Found it! Not the exact wording, but Andrew Garfield said something like it once. I love it, it's perfect for David!

+So Charles' scar is a dog bite, but he doesn't remember and thinks it's a birthmark? Is it... related to his brother's death? Dev, what. You can't just say things like that and then not elaborate. /j

+Levi with a sweet tooth is fantastic. I think it was already implied in his profile, but it's still great!

+Alright, about favorite colors:

Teruko: red (reasoning: association)

So... Xander or Mai? I'm leaning towards Mai, frankly.

Charles: "Why would I assign emotional value to colors? That's a ridiculous waste of energy." (cerulean)

That quote is hilarious. And now I can't help but imagine Charles unironically writing "cerulean orbs" in a fanfic-

Whit: neon pink (reasoning: "Pink!!")

God, I love these characters.

J: black (reasoning: cool)

I wouldn't expect less.

Nico: none (reasoning: no interest)

I honestly kinda love this, but also what does it mean.

Ace: dark blue/purple (reasoning: refuses to provide reasoning)

Acevi shippers are eating today, holy.

Arei: azure (reasoning: "I'm blue, so clearly it's the best color!")

Why did you have to die?

Min: taupe (reasoning: comforting)

Min information: absorbed. Love it. Also her design has a lot of taupe (I think) so it's comforting to me too.

Veronika: white in conjunction with other colors (reasoning: brings out other colors well)

Huh.

Alright, now least favorite:

Whit: gray (reasoning: boring)

Alright, tone it down, Kamukura.

Rose: none (reasoning: all colors have their value in the right situations)

Fantastic, I adore this.

Eden: blue (reasoning: "Kind of a downer color...")

Areden shippers in shambles. How would you say this about your girlfriend's color, Eden?

J: pink (reasoning: obvious)

If you listen closely, you'll hear Whit's heart breaking in the distance. But this is expected.

Hu: blueish white (reasoning: sterile)

This is Arturo's fave. Are we setting up a foil thing here? I'd honestly love to see it, Arturo and Hu may be the characters I want to see the most of after maybe Veronika.

Nico: white (reasoning: unsettling)

Nico, what- what the hell are you talking about?

Ace: titian (reasoning: doesn't like himself)

Ouch.

Min: white and pink together (reasoning: annoying)

Dude, Whit cannot stop catching L's here, what is going on. Anyways, Min info absorbed.

Veronika: white in the absence of other colors (reasoning: soulless)

So, this is pretty interesting and all that... but she dislikes the same color as Nico? The Vero-Nico dynamic grows stronger! You love to see it. Or I love to see it, I adore them as friends/spiritual siblings.

+Ace has nine siblings?! That's a lot of kids!

+Nico cuts their own hair, and gets the cat ear things to stay up? Ultimate Hairdresser in the bulding!

+

Veronika's single green earring is a 'good luck charm' given to her by her dearest friend.

Aafgsj- Who?! Okay, first, I didn't even realize she had that, so thanks for pointing it out. Second, you can't just say that! Because you know I'm gonna assume that's Mai, especially with it being a 'good luck' charm when Mai is (kinda) the antithesis of Teruko and thus (kinda) the antithesis of bad luck. Am I to assume Veronika will be plot relevant now? Because I sure hope she is! I wasn't supposed to overthink the Q&A, dev, but look at what you're doing to me!

+Now the ice cream flavors:

Charles - coffee

This is actually stated in his profile. You gotta admire the consistency.

Hu - rose

Honey, wake up, a new random ship based on one (1) detail just dropped. It's a pretty cute one, too.

Nico - "the flavor" (doesn't elaborate further)

What is Nico doing in this Q&A? What am I supposed to gather from this?

Min - lemon

Min info drop spotted. I'm very normal about this character.

Xander - sauerkraut???

Xander, what the fuck are you talking about.

Veronika - funfetti

Honestly love this. White with other colors, right? It's perfect!

+Rose's painting preferences are cool to know, and she does give off a bit of middle child vibes, idk why. And two moms? Pog.

+That concept art! DRDT would have ended a lot earlier if Arei simply had a gun.

+Smells! (which of you people-)

Veronika - Womanly perfume (heavy)

I... was not expecting that! But it's Veronika info, so I absorb it. I kinda like the idea.

Nico - Cat

The more I learn about Nico, the more I love them.

Min - Lavender/eucalyptus/lemons/whatever essential oil she decided to use that day

W-Why does she use essential oils? I guess they must help her relax, because there's no way she actually believes they have any other benefit. Unexpected, but it's neat.

Whit - Fruity fun shampoo (for kids)

Yeah, yeah.

+Interesting that the Spurling Foundation and XF-Ture Tech don't have any connection, I guess that post I made on Min's secret is slightly outdated. Still, XF-Ture Tech "seems to do a lot of other things", huh? Peculiar.

I loved this Q&A, it was so much fun! I hope something like this is done again in the future, it's great.

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

Hello

Can I get uuuuuuh

Smiley x male reader where smiley says something dumb and kind of hurtful to reader and has to basically do some ass kissing because his friends called him out for hurting readers feelings

OMFG YES OF COURSE! We love Nahoya in this house. (Also love how my favorite fuckin author on this app is my first suggestion AND it's Nahoya- honestly this is great)

CW: Mentions of self harm, reader has old self harm scars

(Name) smiled as he slung his arms over Nahoya's shoulder, resting his chin on top of the other's head. The two often greeted each other in such fashion usually only earning a small kiss on their hands, this time though, Nahoya was rambling. (Name) wasn't necessarily listening to the conversation as he rants to his more quiet brother. When he happened to tune in, he wasn't very pleased by his boyfriend's... Ignorance.

"I don't really understand people who like, cut themselves. I saw a chick with scars like that earlier, I just really don't get why someone would do it." He rambled, (Name) felt a lump form in his throat, he was glad the uniforms had long sleeves. After a second he excused himself, claiming he needed to use the bathroom. He rolled up his sleeves a little and glanced down at the light pink scars before rolling his sleeves down. He had been clean for a long time but hearing his own boyfriend mention it's made a chill go down his spine.

(Name)'s anxiety slowly turned to slight anger and irritation at his lover's lack of empathy, causing him to avoid the other. Which lead to Smiley trusting his brother with the "top secret" mission if trying to find out why (Name) was so angry with him. Which lead them to their current situation. Hoya hiding in a bush, watching intently as Souya approached (Name); who was kicking a rock down the street.

"(Name)! Wait up!" Souya called out, chasing after his friend. (Name) paused and looked up, smiling a little.

"Hey Angry." He mumbled, making Nahoya strain to hear him. Souya rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, glancing over at Nahoya then back to (Name); trying to find the right words.

"I- er... Why are you avoiding Hoya?" He drew out the question, sounding more questioning to himself than to (Name). The other's smile turned to an irritated pout as he crossed his arms, his hands subconsciously covering where his scars would be.

"Nahoya's so ignorant sometimes." He grumbled, huffing a little. The word "ignorant" pierced through Nahoya almost comically, slightly damaging his pride. He never thought himself to be ignorant, hearing it from his boyfriend was certainly unpleasant.

"Yeah, he kinda is sometimes. But what did he do this time." Souya asked, emphasis on "this time" making Nahoya lower his head, gritting his teeth in irritation. I swear I'll kill you two. He thought, squinting at (Name) and Souya, quietly willing for their heads to explode; almost childishly.

"God, remember when he was talking about the girl who had self harm scars?" (Name) asked gesturing with his hands at nothing, he always talked with his hands more than usual when he was mad. Souya nodded at his question. "Well at first when he said it I was anxious that he'd find out about my scars, but now I'm just- just straight up angry at his lack of empathy! I mean, you don't just point out someone else's scars, that's so rude! And he didn't even consider that maybe, just maybe that some people can't handle their own emotions that well, or- or that they have a tough home life and have no way to take out their frustrations!" He rambled. Nahoya and Souya sat there, stunned into silence at the other's rant.

"W-wait, you self harmed?!" Souya asked, slightly alarmed. (Name) huffed and crossed his arms again.

"Yeah yeah, I used to, but I'm clean now. But hearing someone be so ignorant as to why people do always irks me to no end." He grumbled, Souya nodded a little. Now everything made sense, the little semicolon tattoo on his hand, and the fact he usually, if not always wore long sleeves. Nahoya sat there, a small, slight pout on his face. He would have to do some serious ass kissing to get on (Name)'s good side, he's seen how bad his grudges get. Sometimes (Name) will hold a grudge out of pure spite of the person, not even because he's upset at them.

Souya glanced over at the bush again then back at (Name) who sighed dramatically. "Hoya, get your ass over here. I know you're over there... You're not very good at hiding." He mumbled the last part; which was true, Nahoya's strawberry blond hair stuck out like a sore thumb against the green leaves of the bush. He slowly stood up and stepped over it to face (Name) a small pout on his face.

"Hi..." He mumbled, not daring to look up at (Name). The other glared at Nahoya, at least untill he saw his boyfriend's cute little pout. He tried his best to keep up the irritated act, trying to spitefully hold a grudge... And slowly failing.

"You have something to say? Nahoya?" (Name) hissed leaning closer to his boyfriend, making the Kawata twin look at him. He slowly looked up to properly look at his boyfriend, tensing up and shivering at the ice cold glare on his partner's face.

"I'm so sorry!" He shouted, bowing steeply. The other tapped his foot, waiting for his boyfriend to continue.

"And?" He asked, Nahoya sniffed a little. He hated people being mad at him, expecially his darling boyfriend.

"I'm so so sorry for my ignorance, I didn't realize how messed up it was untill you mentioned it! Please forgive me!" He shouted, his head still tipped forward. (Name) pretended to contemplate it, making Nahoya tense up.

"Hmm, add in a few dates and I'll think about it." (Name) said making Nahoya look up a smile on his face.

"You mean it?" The twin's lover held out his pinky, the hand that had the semicolon tattoo.

"Pinky swear." Nahoya giggled and intertwined their pinkys. Once the deal was sealed he practically pounced on (Name), making him stumble back as the fluffy haired boy nuzzled into his neck. Who knew Nahoya could be so clingy after a week of ignoring him? (Name) sighed and pat his emotional boyfriend's head. Angry raised his fist in victory, looking off put instead of the usual murderous glare.

"...How long have you been planning this?"

"Four days..."

[cayleek1014]

Examination (Toji Fushiguro)

a/n: This is the first ever oneshot I'm ever posting on here, and I'm very nervous! Please give me any recommendations for any characters I should do or any critiques! I'm mostly comfortable with doing JJK characters as of right now, but I'd love to write for any other characters from another anime/show! I write with an oc in mind, but you can imagine the mc to be whoever you want and look however you want, but my oc will always be black!! I hope you enjoy this fic!

cw: dub-con, fingering, squirting, virgin!oc, gynecologist!Toji, age gap (oc is in early 20s, Toji is in mid-40s), praise, pet names (sweetheart), naive oc, perv!Toji

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“Kyoko Takahashi? Dr. Fushiguro will see you now,” Kyoko stood up nervously as she grabbed her purse, following the nurse to the back. It was her first time at an OBGYN, and she had no clue what to expect. All she knew was that a doctor looked…down there and made sure nothing was wrong. She also knows she could get contraceptives here as well. “You can sit right there on the table, and I’ll take your vitals,” the nurse instructed. Her blood pressure, height, weight, and temperature were all taken, and she felt a little more relaxed. “I’ll need you to disrobe and put one of the covers on and the doctor would be right there,” The nurse gave a warm smile as she rolled the equipment out and closed the door behind her. 

Disrobe? Meaning I have to be naked in front of my doctor?! She tried to calm her nerves as her hands shakily untied her shoes. She took all her clothes off, put on the gown, and then sat on the examination table. She played with her fingers as she waited, a bundle of nerves in her tummy. A few minutes passed, and the doctor walked in, holding a clipboard and pen. Her breath hitched in her throat at how attractive he was. This was her first time meeting him, but she didn’t expect him to be male and attractive. His piercing green eyes looked at her as he sat on the rolling stool at the computer. She noticed a small scar on the left side of his lip and wondered how he got it. 

“How are you doing today, Ms. Takahashi?” He gave her a warm smile. “F–fine,” She squeaked. He glanced at her, that smile still on her face. “I’m guessing this is your first appointment?” 

“H-how can you tell?” “You’re really nervous. Don’t worry, sweetheart; I’ll take good care of you, okay?” She nodded, butterflies filling her stomach at the pet name. “Thank you, Dr. Fushiguro.” “Please, call me Toji. I hate the formalities,” Toji eyed her up and down, and he could tell she had a good figure under the robe. He knows he’s not supposed to be attracted to his patients, but she was the prettiest one he ever had. He could tell she was naive since this was her first examination. He could get away with touching her in a non-doctor way. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and I need you to be honest with me, okay?” She nodded, and he turned towards her in the chair. “You’re 22 years old, correct?” “Yes.”

“Are you sexually active?” “N-no. I-I’m a virgin,” Toji tried to hide his excitement. “No need to be embarrassed, sweetie. Just waiting for the one?” “Yeah, and it seems like no one wants to have sex with me.” “That’s crazy! You’re a beautiful girl. I’m sure there’s someone,” She blushed slightly while shaking her head. Toji continued asking her questions about her body and if she had any issues. “Okay, I’m going to do an examination right now. You’re going to feel some discomfort, but it’s normal,” He stood up and put gloves on. “Lay back and put your feet on these and spread your legs,” she nervously laid back on the table and put her feet up, but kept her knees together. “You’re gonna have to spread your legs, sweetheart. I need to check you out,” He sat on the stool and rolled over to her. “I have to spread you open.” “Spread me…open?!” He chuckled at her. “Yes, love. How else am I gonna see if everything is okay down there?” “By an x-ray?” She was beyond nervous. She didn’t know he would be looking in her. “Dr. Toji, I’m very nervous,” “It’s normal to be nervous. But I’m right here to comfort you, okay? Just close your eyes and focus on my voice. Don’t think about what I’m about to do, okay? Can you do that for me?” She nodded, and he grabbed her legs, spreading them open. She was glistening already, and he had to hide his smirk. He rubbed his gloved fingers against her lips, and they were covered in her slick. “I’m gonna insert the tool, okay? You’ll feel some slight discomfort,” He did his routine examination and determined everything was good.

 “You did so well for me, sweetie,” He took the tool out and set it on the tray to be cleaned later. “I have one more thing to do, okay? I have to feel your ovaries and uterus to see if there’s any fibroids there,” This was his favorite part; inserting his fingers in his patients and watching them squirm as he pressed against their walls to check for “fibroids.” When it was his sick way of making them cum. He wouldn’t do this to everyone, just the ones he found attractive and were easily flustered. 

And when someone as naive as Kyoko dropped into his hold, he couldn’t resist. He held her thigh down with one hand, and with the other, he rubbed his fingers against her clit. He eased one finger inside her, her walls already clenching around him. “Kyoko, ya gotta loosen up, love. It’s gonna hurt for a little bit, but ya have to relax,” She took a deep breath and exhaled. Toji was able to put his finger in, and she squirmed. She is a virgin; he thought as he moved his finger around her walls. “Your finger is too big,” She whined. If you think that’s big… “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you can handle it. I’m gonna try to put the other finger in,” He attempted to fit another finger in, and with the help of some lube, he could fit it. 

He moved his gloved fingers in and out of her, a squelching sound filling the room. He pressed against her walls, checking what he was supposed to, and felt nothing. He continued moving his fingers around, eventually finding the spot he sought: her g-spot. How did he know he found it? Well, Kyoko practically jumped off the table when he found it. “T-that felt weird,” He pressed the spot again, earning a slight whine from her. “How did that feel?”

“G–good. Is this a part of the exam?”

“It is. I’ve got to make sure everything is working correctly, princess,” The pet name sent butterflies to her stomach. 

Toji picked up the pace, and the volume of her moans and whimpers gradually got louder. He watched her face contorting in pleasure as he kept hitting that spot, her moans fueling the boner growing in his slacks. She felt a coiling sensation in her stomach, and her eyes rolled back as she came on Toji’s fingers. “Did I pee?!” Toji looked up at her, grinning. “No, sweetheart, you squirted. How about we test something bigger, eh?” He stood up, and her eyes widened at the size of the bulge. “Think you can handle this?” 

[wild-karrde]

Hi!! Could I get Howzer with “keep your legs open.” In a soft Dom-ish way?

YES YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY GET THIS, BESTIE. UNNNNNF I LOVE HOWZERRRR.

NSFW 18+ Howzer x f!Reader below the cut, so MINORS SKEEDADDLE. (Warnings: masturbation, oral sex, soft Dom Howzer, unprotected PiV sex)

You almost tripped over yourself when you heard the chime of your front doorbell, straightening quickly and tugging at your sleep shirt for a second before taking a deep breath and calling out innocently. 

“Who is it?” 

As if you hadn’t been counting the minutes until he got here. 

You hear a gruff chuckle from the other side of the door, and your heart flutters at the sound of Howzer’s voice. 

“The longer you keep me out here, the longer I’ll make you wait.” 

You shuddered. Howzer was the kindest, gentlest man you’d ever met. It had only taken a matter of minutes for him to completely charm you when he’d walked into your sweets shop, trying to find a particular chocolate bar for a pilot he’d lost a game of sabacc to. He’d asked you what your favorite thing in the store was, and when you told him he’d have to narrow it down a bit, he’d told you he was “looking for something to give a pretty girl.” Your heart had fallen, but you maintained your smile as you led him to a display with delicate sugar-spun roses. 

“These are my favorite,” you’d told him. “She’ll love it. I’m sure of it.” He smiled, the webbed scar covering his left cheek pulling taught. He was startlingly handsome, his eyes both piercing and soft at the same time. His face was framed by hair that looked both carefully maintained and also effortless, some greys interspersed with the dark shade that had come to be the clones’ trademark. You’d had to shake your head to rid your mind of the thoughts that permeated your mind as you led him back to the register. You rang up the chocolate bar and sugar rose, handing him back his extra credits. He smirked, twirling the rose for a second before handing it back across the counter. You stared at him blankly as he huffed a laugh. 

“For a pretty girl,” he teased, and you felt heat rush across your face. You’d thanked him, and he’d come back later to ask you to dinner, which you’d accepted a little too eagerly. Since then, he’d done nothing but be a perfect gentleman during the day, but at night, when it was just the two of you, another side of him had emerged. 

It had started on accident. Howzer had been fucking you on your bed, running his fingers along your throat, and for whatever reason, he’d applied a little bit of pressure, and that had been more than enough to draw a loud whine from you. He’d immediately stopped, staring down at you. 

“Did you like that?” he rasped. 

You felt that familiar heat creeping across your face, and you’d tried to hide your embarrassment, turning away, but he gripped your jaw, turning your eyes back to his. Something darker was hovering in his gaze. 

“I said, did you like that?” 

Your body shuddered, and you clenched around him. He gasped slightly before a wicked smirk overtook his features. 

“I asked you a question.” His voice was deeper now, almost a growl. It shot another wave of arousal between your legs, and you knew he felt that too by the way the hunger in his gaze grew. 

“Yes,” you replied, your voice far breathier than it had been a moment ago. 

“Yes, what, pretty girl?” 

You swallowed hard against his palm. “Yes sir.” 

He grinned. 

“That’s a good girl.” 

You’d negotiated the ground rules after that, figuring out what worked and what didn’t. You’d have never guessed that underneath Howzer’s inherent gentleness was a man that enjoyed being in charge, pulling you apart fiber by fiber as you clamored after his praise. You’d behaved yourself for the most part, but this last campaign had been the longest the two of you had been apart, and that had left you feeling neglected and frustrated. He’d told you to wait for him, to keep your hand out of your pants, but one evening, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

He doesn’t have to know.

You started slow, plucking at your nipples through your sleep shirt as you slipped your other hand into your panties, rubbing slow circles, imagining it was his tongue. You closed your eyes, trying to remember what his skin smelled like, how the stubble on the side of his head felt when it rubbed against your thighs. A thin sheen of sweat broke out over your skin and you began to rock your hips as you imagined his amber irises peering up at you from between your legs. 

“Howzer,” you moaned into the silence. 

So close. Just a bit more. 

You felt the wave crest, and you gasped, arching your back as your orgasm rushed through you, curling your toes and drawing a loud moan from you. You withdrew your drenched fingers, trying to slow your hammering pulse just as your holopad next to your bed began buzzing. 

Shit. Only one person calls this late.

As soon as he saw you, he knew. 

“You touch yourself, pretty girl?” he asked, taking in the sweat on your forehead and the way your hair was skewed as your chest heaved. 

“N-no,” you pathetically fibbed. 

He huffed a laugh. “You’re a terrible liar.” His eyes flicked over you one more time before he reached forward for the button on his holopad to hang up. 

“Howzer! Wait! I-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. We’ll talk about this then.” 

The way he’d said that almost made you want to touch yourself again, but somehow, you overcame the urge. You had clambered under your sheets, barely able to sleep as you imagined what would be in store when he returned. 

He didn’t make you wait long. As soon as you opened your door the next evening, he pushed you inside, pressing you against the wall and kissing you just as gently as he had the morning he left. For a moment, you wondered if you’d imagined the night before or if he’d just forgotten, but that thought was banished from your mind when his hand gripped your chin, his eyes alight in the dark. 

“Did you miss me, pretty girl?”

“Yes. So much.”

“Enough to break the rules?” 

Shit. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

His grip on your chin tightened. “What was that?”

“Yes sir,” you said more firmly. 

He smirked, kissing you on the forehead before leading you over to your couch by your hand. He sat on the low table across from the couch, facing you as he began to undo the top half of his kit. “Show me,” he said. 

“What?”

“Show me how you touched yourself when you missed me.” 

The heat returned to your face, and you started to curl in on yourself, but he gripped your knees. 

“Go on, pretty girl. Give me a show, and then I’ll give you what you’ve been missing. Show me how you touched yourself last night when you were missing me.” 

You dig your teeth into your lower lip before slipping your fingers down to your waistband, sliding the same sleep shorts you’d worn the night before off of your hips along with your panties. The air was cool against your wet folds, and you sat back, trying to cross your legs, but his gloved palms rested against your knees, keeping them pressed apart. 

“Uh uh. Keep your legs open for me, pretty girl. I want to see everything.” 

You begin slowly, rubbing lazy circles around your clit before dipping between your folds to gather your slick and continuing to work. Howzer sat back on the table, slowly removing his kit as he watched you. His gaze made you shy, and you struggled to focus as he stared at you hungrily. 

“Howzer,” you whined. “Need you.”

“Not until you make yourself cum,” he rasped, the scar on the side of his face twitching as he smirked at you. “Then you’ll get what you want.” 

You accelerated your circles before beginning to dip your fingers into yourself. 

“What do you think about?” his voice was low, sending another wave of arousal through you. 

“You, Howzer. Always you.” 

“Yeah? What am I doing?” 

You tilt your head back and close your eyes. “You’re eating me out. Your tongue is on me and you’re sucking on my clit and fingering me.”

“Yeah? You like it when I do that.” A soft clunk sounds to your right as he drops another piece of his armor off to the side.

“I love it when you do that,” you moan. “You’re so good to me, Howzer.” 

He chuckles. “You seem like you’re struggling, pretty girl.”

You pout. “It’s so hard with you right here.” 

“You were sweating last night, so I’d argue you’re not putting in enough effort.” He leans forward, the table creaking under his shifting weight, and you feel his hot breath against your folds. Your hips jolt. 

“Howzer, please.” 

“I know you can do it, pretty girl.” 

“I-I can’t.”

“You can, and you will if you want my cock.” 

You feel yourself clench around nothing, and you know he sees it by the sharp intake of breath you hear. That pushes you closer to the edge, and you redouble your efforts, your knees starting to shake. You hear him shuffle to the floor, and his hands return to your knees, his gloves off now so you can feel his warm palms against your skin. You open your eyes and moan when you see the way he’s watching your fingers work in and out of you. He’s removed all of his kit and the top half of his undersuit, leaving him in only his black pants. His amber irises flick up to meet yours and the grin that erupts across his face is wicked. 

“‘M so close,” you whine.

“I can see that. Cum for me, pretty girl.” 

As if your body was calibrated to respond to his commands, you fall over the edge abruptly, your eyes squeezing shut as your body locks down. Sweat trickles from your brow, and you pant just as hard as you did the night before, your fingers growing slick with your release before you withdrew them, flopping your arms to your sides. 

Howzer leans over you, and his breath against your soaked cunt makes you jolt and whimper. 

“Good girl,” he rasps before plunging his tongue into you, cleaning you off. You writhe as he works you, his hands pressed to the backs of your knees to keep your legs wide, giving him all the access he could want. When he’s finally cleaned you to his satisfaction, he yanks your hips to the edge of the couch, freeing his cock and dragging it through your damp folds. 

“I know you sell candy for a living, but you’re still the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” You roll your eyes as the Howzer that you first met creeps into view for a moment, sweet and cheesy. You love both sides of him, and while you adore being the only one getting to see his more dominant side in the bedroom, you couldn’t deny that you love this side of him the most, the sweet gentle captain that first walked into your shop asking about a chocolate bar. You lean forward, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips before he whispers against your mouth. “You ready, pretty girl?” 

“Yes. Please Howzer. Please.” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” He plunges into you easily and immediately falls into a frantic rhythm. You can immediately feel how much he needed this, how much he missed you too. He pants against the skin of your throat, searching for that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back in your head. At one point, he pulls you into the floor with him, his hips pistoning against yours. 

“Missed you so much,” he rasps against the shell of your ear. “Thought about you every day. How you smell, your eyes, those pretty sounds you make when I fuck you just right. How you look in the morning when you first wake up. The way you laugh. Fuck, I missed you.” His words pull one last orgasm from you before his hips stutter and he empties himself inside of you, collapsing onto his elbows to try and keep his full weight off of you. You drag your fingers across the short buzzed hairs on the sides of his head, and he smiles, clasping one of your hands in his and turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. Carefully, he slips out of you, lying on the floor next to you and stroking your cheek. 

“Was that alright?” Even though you’d talked everything through and he clearly enjoyed taking charge, the softness in his tone betrays his concern and apprehension. 

You giggle. “The sex was great, but I’d prefer to not to have to wait so long to see you again.” 

He wriggles forward to press his forehead to yours, stroking your cheek. “Agreed on both counts.” He kisses you, his lips lingering against yours for longer as if he’s memorizing how you feel. “Now why don’t we move this to the bedroom? I’ve still got some lost time to make up for.” 

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[famousfruit]

sho kasamatsu. thirty. cis man. he/him. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching TSUTOMU KAWAMATA.  some of the public has dubbed them OKAMI because of WOLF MAGIC gifted by BEING ATTACKED BY WOLVES. having been an extra ordinary since 2015, they’re doing a good job at hiding THEY DON’T REALLY EVEN LIKE DOGS. when they aren’t working their day job as a NIGHT RADIO HOST, they are fond of PAINTING, MARTIAL ARTS and are never seen without THEIR GOLD NECKLACE. at first glance they seem INTELLIGENT & OUTWARDLY PUT TOGETHER, though their close friends know them to also be MALICIOUS & EMOTIONALLY WOUNDED.  they consider themself a VILLAIN. ┊┊ blue. he/him. twenty-three. est.

001.  GENERAL

name  tsutomu kawamata. nicknames  tomu, tommie, tom, tsutommie. age  thirty. date of birth  january 6th. zodiac  capricorn. place of birth  tokyo, japan, but moved to new york shortly after his birth. current residence  new york. gender  cis man. pronouns  he/him. sexuality  bisexual(?). occupation  late night radio host.

faceclaim  sho kasamatsu. height  five foot ten. tattoos  yes. piercings  n/a. distinguishing features  has chronic resting bitch face, a very very identifiable voice if you're a night owl, has lots of bite scars on his body from the wolf attack, wolf ears and tail hidden by his hoodies. positive traits  intelligent, put together, enduring. negative traits  malicious, emotionally wounded, apathetic. labels / tropes  the wounded bird. likes  winter, cats, long walks, painting, kendo, sleeping through the day. dislikes  summer, dogs, waking up early, long telephone calls to his mother. fears  wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? but dogs, mostly. hobbies  kendo! painting! most martial arts tbh, he's been to most of the schools in new york to train/take lessons, he likes shooting too but he hasn't been to a range for a few years, hunting. habits  a night owl by nature and profession, capable of sitting still for long periods of time, bites his nails on his non dominant hand.

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

the questions here for each section are suggestions to get you thinking. as long as the section is appropriately elaborated upon, you’re fine!

near death experience…  he was hunting in upstate new york and was mobbed by a pack of starved wolfdogs that were set loose on him because he was trespassing. get ganked loser! he woke up in the hospital very clearly an eo and was in an isolated ward for some time until he checked himself out.

power…  he can spawn wolves and he can control the wolves he spawns, as well as any other wolves that happen to be around. he also has wolf ears (and so wolf hearing) and a wolf tail, if he makes an effort he can hide these using his wolf magic, but they are there whenever he's spawning wolves or at a resting state.

he can temporarily transform other people into wolves too, but depending on their willingness the effectiveness and duration varies extensively. at the max he can do it for one hour if they're very eager. humans transformed into wolves are immune to his commands and can do whatever they want while wolfed out. the transformation is slightly painful to and from, though. more uncomfortable than anything.

he, however, can turn into a wolf for an indefinite period of time though he almost never does this. lol.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  he doesn't like his power. he can only cosplay as human for a short period of time before his ears and tail pop back into existence. he's not particularly fond of dogs and treats them as his soldiers, in spite of being able to hear their thoughts and intelligence. he's just a hater, through and through.

codename…  picked it for himself and he has not a crumb of creativity so... okami it was. he also likes the game and is one of the last remaining users of the wii because of it.

003.  EXTRA

i will add more here in time as i don't have a full biography written yet and i'm very slow. please forgive me. i will give anyone his sparknotes if asked.