#bc for everything framed in addition to getting a frame I have to mess around with Hooks For Command Strips

[burinazar]

it’s so messed up that I moved into this apartment two years ago and still barely have managed to put anything onto the walls. I think there’s a total of three pieces of hung art. At this point I may be moving soon and I still don’t feel able to do it in terms of like hanging supplies and frames and it feels like if I started now it would just be a waste of time. Every time i register how bare my walls are it feels quite bad

[raziiyah]

I think I realized what my issue with Randall's portrayal in MAW is

The fact that everything that Randall does in MAW is played for laughs

Compare that to MI where Randall's actions are taken very seriously by the narrative and played for drama.

Other than at the very end where Boo hits him with a baseball bat and the Trailer lady hitting him with a shovel, Randall has almost no scenes where the audience is supposed to *intentionally* make us laugh

This was a good thing because it showed how much of an actual menace Randall was. Someone who was meant to be taken seriously as a threat

In MAW? Everything he does, there's a literal joke there. "Chet-wetter", calling everyone a "Loser", him getting hit with slime, him being electrocuted, etc...

It's really hard to take him seriously as a threat because of how much slapstick comedy he has here. He menace is completely gone

Hope S3 fixes that

good GRIEF i agreeee

when they first announced maw i was actually nervous about what would happen if randall came back, to the point where i didn't even want him to because i was scared that the show would desicrate his character. obviously i'm actually VERY happy he made an apperance again, and though he actually turned out being much better than i was anticipating for, (i was anticipating the worst) they kinda nerfed him

now as a kid when i first watched MI, randall was my fav immediately going into the movie; i was never actually scared of randall and was with him the whole time (i did NOT support the scream extractor and obviously wanted boo to be safe, i just didn't want to watch him lose or get hurt ya know) but even though i loved him so much, i remember that some of the scenes would "scare me" in the sense that i would still be like "oh randall's a legit bad guy"

like the scene when he twists mike's arms and when he called sulley STUPID PATHETIC WASTE really gave kid me a sense of just how evil and threatening he is (i'm sure the fact that "stupid" was basically a swear word to me at the time also contributed 💀)

and yes randall being hit on the head by boo and the shovel lady being made to be funny makes sense since it's his defeat scene and wouldn't be taken as seriously (these scenes actually traumatized me as a kid bc i had such an attachment to randall ⚰️⚰️) but i will say that randall did actually have some funny scenes leading up to this moment, which i think just shows how great of a villian randall is if he can still be funny and entertaining while at the same time being recognized as a dangerous threat

i think his defeat may have also suffered from the fact that he was basically reintroduced and defeated in a short time frame and he didn't have much time to make a huge impact as he could've. like it kinda felt like johnny was the big bad villain and randall was just his sidekick, which sucks because randall was such a fantastic impressionable villain in mi, even with the addition of waternoose also being there as a villain. though i enjoyed every moment he was onscreen, i feel his treatment in maw left so much more to be desired. tbh i don't think any other monsters media could ever recreate how great randall was in mi

but yeah tbh his goofy treatment in season 2 was what i was expecting from maw for randall. i'm all for randall being funny, i think he certainly likes messing around and having fun from time to time, and i think that side of him is underrated, but they don't balance it out and give him compelling scenes like they did in mi. also in mi his scenes were ordered in a way to become generally less silly and more sinister as the movie progressed, uncovering more of his true nature. not just a mischievous competitive jerk, but a monster willing to kidnap and harm children to one-up his long time rival. in maw, you can't really take him as seriously. his defeat included silly elements and phrasing, and his insults just feel so generic. like him calling mike a one-eyed cretin in mi is so much more fun than just hearing him say loser 3x

you would think he'd be more off the deep end after the events of mi. especially with mike and sulley even MORE successful than the last time he saw them, you'd think he'd go apeshit but yeah to me at least the way he mentions mike and sulley during his monologue severely undermine how much hatred he has for them

though i will say, i do like that his monologe where he spills his plan showed that he was still clever and cunning, and i also like that he's still violent like he was in mi and put up a good fight against maw since he was shown to have some pretty good combative skills. he wasn't as murderous as he was in mi but i don't expect him to be towards mift since randall doesn't have a personal vendetta against them like he does with sulley. the writers made it so randall escaped so they hopefully have much more in store for him. disney didn't treat randall like some complete pathetic loser or redeem him in a dumb way or anything so i'll give them that. but disney television studios definitely held him back and i still believe that if pixar wrote maw they'd give him something more compelling. i just hope he gets to shine more in maw season 3 and gets a more major role, especially since he'll probably be interacting with mike and sulley, who he very much has a personal vendetta against

at the least, he wasn't like he was in kh3 (why is he just letting himself in??? 😭)

[daz4i]

ohh if you do a character design analysis, i'd love to read one on atsushi and the removal of his beloved (to me) black stripe. could just be laziness but it's always been very strange to me

oooooo yeah i think the removal is out of "it would be a pain to add this to every frame he's in" D: same as the chain on chuuya's hat 😔

but as a general design analysis! atsushi actually has a lot going on!

lore wise, we know from some manga omake that 1 his hair looks like this bc he got a haircut from the kids in the orphanage 2 his clothes are a collection of stuff from the ada, each member got him a different piece

first off that's adorable. he's so cute. second i think it goes to show how affected he is by those around him - everything you can see on him besides his actual face was someone else's choice. i don't think it's entirely out of wanting to please others, more like being grateful to those who help him and are there for him, as well as not having enough of an established identity to make these choices on his own

atsushi's whole driving force for a good chunk of the story is to help others, so he can earn the right to live. and i think this is a good reflection of it! he is very dependent on the people in his life to confirm even the most basic of things (that he's allowed to live), and so it makes sense it'll be reflected in his design c: even if it ends up being mismatched or a mess of a haircut, he'll keep it this way, because that's physical proof that someone else gave him this permission, on him all the time

in addition to that, his design is mainly white with some splashes of black. that is ofc to oppose akutagawa's design, with the whole ying yang thing they've got going on

and ofc! to mirror the tiger! that's also why he has the black stripe in his hair, i think. black stripes on white fur hehe. as well as mirroring the smidge of white in akutagawa's hair imo! really hammer in the ying yang thing :P

it's interesting how his eyes are yellow and purple, usually a mix but sometimes with one overtaking the other. i think i read once that they're yellow when atsushi's more... protective and ig "good"? and purple when he's being vindictive or petty, but i could be misremembering/the thing i read might've been inaccurate, so pls take this with a grain of salt 🙏

still, whether or not that's true, i think this mix of colors is very interesting. to get into interpretation (which, tbf, this whole post is just that lol) it might be related to the time of twilight, governed by the agency? a connection between night and day, darkness and light. in a way, atsushi himself embodies that, by being the key to finding the book that every group in the story is looking for, that is the connecting force between everyone in the world due to its reality altering powers, but i like the idea that it's a subtle way of saying atsushi definitely belongs in the agency, and always has.

that's all i have now! i encourage others to offer their own takes, or cover anything i might've missed in the reblogs 🫡

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

(◕‿◕)

↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

[anonimissstarker]

It's quarantine. Old WIP bc my old works are better than my recent.

Penny rolled over in warmth, snuggling closer to a firm chest before arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer.

A smile played on her lips as she hummed, "Hmm, morning. Sun's up."

Tony grunted, gathering her balled-up frame and pulling her against him before rolling them over onto his opposite side. Penny giggled. "What'd'ya wan' me to do? Photosynthesis?"

"Better than whatever you're doing." She sassed back.

Tony grinned against the back of her neck and Penny repressed a shudder as he spoke, his warm breath fanning across her redding skin. "You weren't complaining last night."

She swatted his arm and laughed, "Pervy old man."

He chuckled but settled once again.

Penny pulled back slightly to look up at him. His brown hair, attractively salted, was a mess and his skin was glowing softly from the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. She took note of his non-existent eye bags. Their agreement started months ago when Penny woke up in her room, Spidey Sense screaming at her to Get Up and Go, Go, Go To Tony. So she did and she found her mentor in the midst of a nightmare. She calmed him before climbing into bed and holding him when he asked her, half-awake, not to leave. And slowly, they realized both their nightmares were held at bay when they slept in each other's arms. Thus, Tony got his eight hours of sleep and so did Penny, usually.

"Few more minutes." He grumbled, burying his face into the crook of her neck. 

Penny giggled at the tickle of his beard before burying her nose into his hair and inhaling deep. Despite the quarantine, these have been some of the most amazing months ever. Most of the team were enhanced in some way or the other, meaning they were immune. The only ones who were vulnerable were Tony, Clint, Rhodes, Sam, and Scott. But they had moved their families/work to the Compound, so everything worked out.

Superhero work didn't stop, of course. But even some of the villains seemed to get some brains for a little while.

Penny's lips parted and she exhaled a long, soft breath as his warm lips brushed against her collar. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose. Despite their relationship and agreement, nothing romantic ever took place. Penny didn't know if she was thankful or not. Many nights, when Tony was asleep at her side, snoring, she'd climb out and walk around the Compound to distract herself from the feelings that wanted to explode from her chest. The same feelings threatened to do so now and she wondered why she ever thought she'd have the strength to continue this until... When? Opening her eyes, she slowly untangled her limbs from his before climbing out of bed.

Tony let out a groggy groan, peeking at her with one eye. "Where're ya goin', Penny?"

Penny offered him a smile as she combed her hand through her hair before looking away. "Time to get up, Tony."

Tony stared at her back in confusion and worry. Many mornings, or in the middle of the night, he'd wake up alone. In the beginning, it worried him. So he'd asked FRIDAY if Penny had a nightmare(no) and where she was. She'd return 30 minutes to 3 hours later and watch him before climbing back into bed and laying with her back to him on the opposite side. One night, he had yet to fall asleep and felt her shifting in his arms. He didn't dare open his eyes, but felt hers on him, searching, before she finally disentangled with a heavy sigh and left, returning an hour later looking calmer.

"Are you okay, Kid?" Tony asked suddenly as he pushed the sheets off.

Penny looked over her shoulder as she searched through his drawers for clothes. She tossed him a confused look before focusing back on her task. "Ya. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sitting against the headboard with arms crossed as he watched her, Tony decided. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

She stood straight and Tony's eyes were drawn to her perky, cloth covered ass. He watched her back as she pulled her sleep shirt over her head, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. His gaze trailed over the few scars on her skin, from injuries too severe not to leave anything behind. He licked his lips, mapping the curves of her back and arms and legs for the millionth time. And then it was gone, apricot back and perky ass covered by an oversized Captain America shirt. Facing towards him, she watched him with a knitted brow before tossing a white wife-beater at his face.

Tony caught it easily but didn't bother putting it on as he climbed out of bed. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face into her neck once again, inhaling the soft smell of tea tree and peonies. He felt her tense under his hold and frowned.

"What're you doing? Go take a shower. You stink." She teased, pulling away from him with a half smile.

Half an hour later and Tony was making his way to the common level in his wife-beater and a pair of gray sweats, Penny trailing behind him in her shorts, shirt, and unicorn rainbow knee socks.

"Hmmm, I smell bacon." Penny murmured, skipping ahead of him. "I'm gonna gain ten pounds a day if Mr. Barnes keeps cooking for us. After brunch, wanna hit the gym?" She asked over her shoulder before running off without waiting for a response.

Tony chuckled at her youthfulness and followed, smiling softly at what he saw; the entire team hanging out. After Germany, he never thought he'd see, or feel, this way, ever again. The wholesome feeling of being a part of something bigger than any of them individually. And with all the welcome additions, life felt perfect. Everyone was slowly, but surely, healing themselves and each other.

Tony nodded to Bucky who was flipping pancakes and the ex-Hydra assassin quirked the corner of his mouth in response. Bucky wasn't totally healed, but he was getting there. More times than Tony could count, he had been ambushed by Steve and thanked and apologized to profusely for everything he had done. Taking all of them back in, plus more, and forgiving them.

/Corner me one more time, Capsicle, and I'm throwing you out. Along with the rest of you free loaders./

/Tony./

/I'm serious, Rogers. It's done and over with. I've moved on, so should you./

Penny jumped Harley, who had been talking to Shuri, Cassie, Lila, Pietro, and Wanda, and the teens laughed. Tony settled next to Bruce as the scientist munched through his stack of waffles while reading through some data.

Brunch was wholesome, the family scattered throughout the room. Laughter and playful yells going back and forth. Everyone felt content. Tony stood, eyes searching for Penny. He found her next to Steve, the blond gesturing to her shirt and the girl laughing in response. Tony watched her take care of her dishes before coming up behind her.

"Gym?"

She tilted her head back and looked at him, smiling. Tony smiled back in reflex. "Ya, sure. Lemme just get changed first." She brushed her hand against his chest and Tony felt warmth bloom throughout his body, simply because of her touch and the soft shimmer in her eyes. When her back turned, he shook his head, realizing for the millionth time just how hard he was falling for the young woman.

[plush-anon]

after many hours spent pausing the show bc good lord why did they do that, i have now finished Love Never Dies

annnnnd yikes 😬😬😬

I’ll start with the few positives I did enjoy from the recorded Australian production on Youtube:

1.) the camera work. This is the kind of thing I dream of for professionally recorded shows - it really allows for some lovely close-up shots of how the emotions play over their faces, it’s lush

2.) the costumes are well-crafted, and I desperately Want the Phantom’s long-ass swooshy trenchcoat cape thing he wore for the first half-hour 

3.) the sets used throughout this are honestly very impressively used and put together for some really fantastic shots

4.) the opening, with ‘Til’ I Hear You Sing Once More’. This song is honestly very lovely, and really articulates the Phantom’s loss and heartache for Christine. It’s sung very earnestly, and had the rest of the show been more like this I might have liked it more. 

5.) the Fucking Song, ‘Beneath a Moonless Sky’, is a guilty pleasure. It’s so over the top, and it is only about recounting that One Time they totally banged yo, and I love it. I think it’s the orchestration, but it’s also enjoyably silly even while it takes itself 100% serious. 

6.) As much as I hate to say this? ‘Devil Take the Hindmost’. While I hate the gist of the song - that being Raoul and Erik betting on who Christine will choose, and pretty much deciding for her who will get to be her one true love forever, completely negating the entire point of the OF musical where her choice was the most important factor for all of them - the pacing and the lyrics as they dance around each other are absolutely fantastic. It’s kind of sad to say, but Raoul and the Phantom, in this scene alone, display more chemistry in their singing than they do with anyone else. Let the hatefcuking commence~

7.) Some parts of ‘The Beauty Underneath’ I enjoy, particularly the ending scene where the Phantom is trying to talk Meg down. It’s very slow, melodic, and shows his more manipulative side, as well as how he can crawl into someone’s head, I love it. 

8.) This very interesting visual with a mirror in Christine’s dressing room. There are two separate scenes where someone is in the mirror singing. The first is the Phantom, between Raoul and Christine. The second is Raoul between the Phantom and Christine. It’s honestly a nice touch.

9.) The main three are excellent singers. 

 Unfortunately, that’s all on the list of what I liked. Everything else is a Giant Fcuking Mess. 

1.) The Phantom is no longer a complex, messed-up, but still somewhat sympathetic character, no; this is just a giant asshole who takes everyone for granted and barely realizes that anyone else exists except Christine, and even then only really as his personal instrument. 

He never actually apologizes to Christine for the shit he’s put her through and continues to put her through, but still demands obedience and forgiveness and understanding. It completely negates the entire point of POTO’s ending, where he actually realizes he’s done wrong by her and his actions pertaining her, and lets her go from his world entirely, and RESPECTING HER CHOICES AND LEAVING HER ALONE. 

Not to mention This Bitch also threatens to kidnap/possible “lose” her child if she doesn’t sing for him, keeps pushing her around and telling her what to do, and manipulating her life to change her decisions for her. 

AND HE’S FRAMED AS THE BETTER OPTION HERE

2.) Which reminds of me of the next big asshat: Raoul de Chagny, who has now become an alcoholic gambler who pushes his wife to do things she’s not comfortable doing to repay his debts, neglects his son entirely, and also is abrasive and controlling of Christine, to the point he yanks her back and forth on doing shit. Play this role! We should leave bc he was an asshole! No now we should leave bc Phantom is back! No take the role he’s paying triple! I’ll make a bet on whether she loves me to pay my debts! No wait you should quit ten minutes before you go on-stage bc I don’t want to lose you! MAKE UP YOUR GODDAMN MIND YOU MISERABLE PISSANT SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

Like I can understand being overprotective to a certain degree, which could eventually morph into being controlling. But neglecting your son, your wife, drinking and gambling your fortune away? ALL of that?!? Really???

Shouldn’t he be desperate to keep his wife and son close to him at all times after the events of POTO? Never leave, never go anywhere, only do what’s safe? You COULD have set this up as a continuation of Safety versus Freedom with Raoul and the Phantom, show the good and bad of both and have her choose from there. Show the dichotomies and hypocrisies of both men’s standards. 

But nope! We’re just totes gonna make the husband like this for no goddamn reason, especially since Raoul doesn’t start suspecting that Gustave (his son) isn’t really his until Devil Take the Hindmost. He’s just that much of an idiot!

3.) The presence of Madame Giry and Meg Giry. Oh gods, where to even begin? They’re pretty much only here so that Sir Andy doesn’t have to make new characters with different backstories and motivations and introduce them accordingly. Nope! Now both women are blaming Christine for leaving the Phantom Man-Baby, and talking about everything they sacrificed to help him make his stupid-ass circus, and talking about how they love him and GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH Madame Giry in the POTO musical YOU LED RAOUL DIRECTLY TO THE PHANTOM’S LAIR SO HE COULD RESCUE CHRISTINE WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW SHE BETRAYED HIM

And, oh, Meg... she reaaaaaaaaaaaaally got the short end of the stick here. I just... poor dear, she was horribly treated in this. 

Neither of them deserved to be like this, honestly. 

4.) Christine, to a lesser extent. Experienced Literal Character Assassination, forced to choose between two horrible options, stripped of her agency entirely, used as a bet in a game between said two horrible options, lied to and dragged around constantly, should have taken Gustave and run off with Meg to run a music store together. Fcuk you Sir Andy, for using POTO characters to act out your bitterness and frustration at your ex. 

5.) The entirety of the whole Boardwalk Circus schtick, spawning an additional Fuck You to Frederick Forsythe, who thought this was a tenable option for the story to progress. 

6.) The Phantom’s deformity was literally just four lines drawn onto his face with crayon and some smeared lipstick:

what even the fcuk, you couldn’t make the make-up crayon drawing more detailed??? take more than ten minutes to draw it on???

I never thought I would say this, but even the 2004 film’s depiction was better than this! At least that one partially drew from a real medical condition, Sturge-Weber Syndrome. What the fcuk is your excuse LND?!?

7.)  The Lyrics. Oh gods, the lyrics. Some songs were decent, mostly the ones I listed up top. But the rest? Did someone forget to give the writer a more advanced/creative guide to rhyming lyrics? I wrote better shit in middle school than Glenn Slater did for the majority of these lyrics. 

Glenn my dude, what the fcuk is this nonsense? You’ve written good shit like the Tangled songs and stuff for Galavant! Why are you writing worse than an angst-ridden middle schooler? It is immensely frustrating, to say the least. 

8.) The really WEIRD direction in acting. No one here acts like they know how to move their arms or hands naturally; there’s a lot of really odd and unnecessary gesturing that makes it look like everyone has just had their limbs replaced with faulty robotic arms. There’s also a lot of leaning the characters do, with their arms perfectly straight by their side and it just looks wrong. 

9.) The Phantom’s pseudonym is Mr. Y. No, they never explain why it is he chose that particular moniker. 

10.) Bathing Beauty. Just... all of it, here, tied to POTO, present and here. 

11.) It’s been exactly 10 years since Christine saw/banged the Phantom, and her son is precisely 10 years old. 

That’s... not how pregnancy works. At all. 

12.) This weird scene with the American press, where they are absolutely obsessed with Christine, despite the facts they present, such as:

- She hasn’t performed in 10 years anywhere. 

- She was a French performer, and

- She only starred in three operas at the Populaire (Hannibal, Il Muto, and Don Juan Triumphant, which wasn’t even finished. So technically 2.2 operas that we know of). 

Why, precisely, would American reporters be so obsessed with her upon hearing she’s coming? I could see some interest given the whole shebang with the Phantom, but after 10 years of radio silence, would she really garner an entire crowd of reporters and photographers... in America, no less? 

France I could definitely see. America? Not so much. 

13.) Gustave is a flat, generic kid character, who apparently is totes the Phantom’s son because... he can play the piano well. And also has the same ideas of music as the Phantom, despite never being taught about them, or discussed such things with his mother. 

Is musical talent only inherited through the father’s side of the family in this universe? I mean, we never learn about Christine’s mother, just her famous violinist father. Otherwise, why is it Gustave’s musical talent isn’t attributed to - oh, I don’t know - HIS FAMOUS OPERA SINGER MOTHER?!?

14.) Apparently the Phantom is also now the one who invented cars OH I MEAN “horseless carriages” 🙄 A carriage with no engine and a “ghost horse” appears, and everyone is just fcuking stunned by this, like they’ve never seen a vehicle move without a horse before. In 1907. 22 years after the first functional automobile was invented. Ugh. 

15.) seriously tho who thought basing a sequel on the Frederick Forsythe novel was a good idea why did nobody think to stop him apart from Sir Andy’s pet cat Otto. why.

16) The Phantom’s interactions with Gustave are distinctly creepy and unsettling. I keep getting pedo vibes from him and I Do Not Like It.

17.) The death scene at the end is so goddamn over-the-top and out of nowhere I just want to throw something, ugh

18.) And finally, my last gripe with this mess: This takes place in 1907, and declares that it’s ten years after the original musical. Despite the fact that the OG took place in 1885. Yippy skippy. 😑

I can honestly say I am Not a Fan of this musical as a whole, mostly based on the plot and the character assassinations (one quite literal) and the poor lyrics. I can admire the camera work, the basic singing ability, the scenery and costumes, and maybe two or three songs. But I just do not enjoy it. It took me two days to finish watching it because I kept cringing from what shit kept happening, and had to walk around and listen to other shit to get it out of my head. 

HOWEVER: People do enjoy this one on the sake of it being so bad and over-the-top, and I can honestly see the whys. It helps that most of the cast can sing, and the orchestration is done well. There’s a TON of stupid to mock, and a lot of over-the-top awkwardness to laugh at. This is a good one to watch and mock with friends, IMO. 

For those of you who do enjoy it, I’m afraid I have to disagree on most of it. Still, it is nice being able to watch this one for free, even if it is a giant hot mess.

And that’s all for me on this one! Have a good week guys!

[jungmoseok]

Can u write a fic where yoongi goes to tie his shoes but he cant bc his belly has gotten so big that it gets in the way and so his bf namjoon has to help and teases him? I’m so happy u started this blow btw 💞

Chubby Yoongi is my weakness ahhh. Also, cute bf Namjoon helping+teasing: omg. I had fun writing this, I hope it’s not too long. And, I’m not familiar with writing very big characters or verbal teasing, so I’m sorry if this came out weird. I hope you enjoy the fic, anon, and that it’s semi-decent. :p Aww, thank you so much!! I hope you like what I post in the future. <3<3

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Namjoon wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s warm, vast frame. Namjoon squished into the older man’s plush body and nuzzled him. He played with the soft rolls of fat that cascaded on his belly and sides. Yoongi had gotten quite big since he started dating Namjoon. Yoongi was never very toned: with a slight, little belly and round cheeks. But now, he was massive. Before actively encouraging and helping Yoongi gain so much weight, Namjoon made sure Yoongi was okay with it. Yoongi was even more enthusiastic about the whole thing than Namjoon. With both of them in love with the idea of constantly stuffing Yoongi and making him fatter, Yoongi put on weight very quickly. They hadn’t weighed him a while, but as Namjoon ran his hands along the soft, pillowy flesh of Yoongi’s underbelly— testing how heavy it was in his hands— he guessed he must of been over 90kg. With Yoongi being a bit short and incredibly lazy, the pounds and pounds of soft, jiggly fat definitely took a toll on Yoongi’s mobility. It wasn’t anything drastic, though, and Yoongi said he was fine with it. In fact, it excited the older man even more. Yoongi didn’t tell Namjoon that, though, for the “sake of his pride”. And, “for the sake of his pride”, Yoongi insisted on getting out of bed himself and dressing himself. Namjoon told him he’d be more than glad to help, but Yoongi refused because he didn’t want rely on Namjoon for tasks like that, yet. Namjoon giggled at Yoongi’s addition of “yet”, but nodded, understandingly. He gave Yoongi’s soft belly one more squeeze before he kissed Yoongi’s lips and went off to get ready, himself. When Namjoon left their bedroom, Yoongi let out a whine. He hated going out. He rather be doing better things like napping, eating, or making out with Namjoon. Namjoon wanted to introduce Yoongi to a couple of his closer friends, Jimin and Hoseok. Yoongi complained about having to get up early and that he was awkward around new people. Yoongi’s whining was more to get affection from Namjoon than actual refusal. Youngi agreed, since he would do anything to make Namjoon happy. With that, Yoongi pushed himself to the edge of the bed with a grunt. He was a little surprised at just how difficult it was. After a few failed tries at hoisting himself from the bed, Yoongi finally got up on his feet; a bit breathless. He felt his member harden under his belly that reached down his thighs. He brushed it off and went to put on a sweatshirt. Namjoon didn’t care, but Yoongi wished he’d have nicer clothes to wear whenever he went out with Namjoon. Like, a button-up or something. Yoongi remembered he did, he just destroyed it on Namjoon’s birthday. Yoongi wanted to take Namjoon out to a nice restaurant, but didn’t foresee Namjoon ordering almost the entire menu and feeding everything to him in public. After Yoongi finished everything, he couldn’t even move, too heavy and full, and his belly pressing against the table. Right as Namjoon helped him out, all the buttons that were struggling to contain Yoongi’s massive gut finally popped off. Yoongi was utterly mortified, feeling stares of other people on him. Until he realized the dark lust in Namjoon’s eyes and found out this was exactly what he wanted. That night, Namjoon had both fed and rode him to the point where he was sore for two days straight. Young grew nervous thinking about it. He dreaded what Namjoon had in mind for his own birthday. Yoongi shook his head, focusing on pulling the size large, grey sweatshirt over his head. It caught at his soft, broad shoulders and flabby arms. Yoongi found it even more impossible to get the fabric to cover his overhang, yet alone his protruding belly. It proudly pressed against the fabric, the outline of his large, round belly was very obvious. Yoongi pat the dome of a belly fondly, causing it to jiggle. The size large he purchased only a few months ago seemed much too small, now. Oh well, Namjoon would get a kick out of it. Putting on a pair of jeans was even more of a struggle. Yoongi had to suck in his belly through the whole ordeal. Even then, it was extremely difficult to zip and button them with his fat belly in the way. The seams of the jeans looked like they were going to burst around his thighs and ass, not that Yoongi could see over his belly, anyway. Yoongi padded into the living room, finding himself very winded after getting his clothes on. He went to grab a pair of sneakers then plopped down on the edge of the couch with a small moan. He already knew he wouldn’t be able to get them on while standing. Yoongi’s belly turned to rolls when be bent over to put on the shoes. It was a struggle, but he managed to get both of them on. With a huff, Yoongi tried to maneuver his soft arms around the gut that filled his entire lap to tie the laces. After struggling in vain to get ahold of the shoelaces, Yoongi realized it was impossible. His belly was too big and heavy to get around. Yoongi sat back up, whimpering and breathing heavily, not only from exertion. He felt his cheeks grow hot with excitement and embarrassment. Namjoon came into the living room and asked Yoongi if he was ready to go. Seeing Yoongi red-faced and pouting, his clothes straining, made Namjoon gasp on the spot. He felt himself fall even more in love with Yoongi, looking him over lovingly. Namjoon noticed Yoongi’s untied shoes and chuckled softly. “Did you need me to tie them for you, my precious baby boy?” Namjoon joked, coming over to sit on his knees in front of Yoongi. Namjoon kissed the roll of flesh that hung over the waistband of Yoongi’s jeans, acting motherly in a high-pitched baby-voice. Yoongi rolled his eyes and flushed deeper. That’s when the younger man realized he really did need Namjoon to tie his shoes for him. Namjoon felt himself flush, now. He felt something devious pool in his stomach. He gripped Yoongi’s big underbelly in his hand and shook it. Yoongi scolded him for messing around and pouted, saying they were going to be late. Honestly, Yoongi just didn’t want Namjoon to tease him about him not being able to do simple things like this. Well, maybe he did; just a tiny bit. “What happened to you saying you wanted to do things by yourself?” Namjoon cooed, pushing up the hem of Yoongi’s sweatshirt. Yoongi only huffed in response, making Namjoon’s smirk grow even wider. “No way you’ve gotten so fat you can’t even tie your shoes, right?” Namjoon mocked surprise in a dramatic tone. Namjoon fondled Yoongi’s belly, running his hands over his massive love handles. “You’re outgrowing your biggest clothes, now, Yoon,” Namjoon said quietly as he caressed the edges of Yoongi’s vast belly. He traced the newest stretch marks on the sides of the muffin top that pooled over Yoongi’s jeans. Namjooon swallowed hard before continuing, “you’ve let yourself go so badly, you can’t even tie your own shoes.” Yoongi didn’t say anything, half-ashamed and half-thrilled. He just whined and pouted, eager to hear what else Namjoon was going to say. “It’s all because of this.” Namjoon sent a small smack to the center of Yoongi’s belly, causing the entire mass to shake. Yoongi grunted softly, saying it was Namjoon’s fault. Namjoon giggled in response and said “I feed you sometimes, but you’re the one who eats everything. You’re the one who stuffs yourself until you can’t even move. Even then, you’re still begging for more. It’s not my fault you’re a pig with zero self-control.” Namjoon’s sweet, warm voice contrasted with his sharp words. Yoongi loved it, though. Namjoon was always a sweet and caring boyfriend, but Yoongi did have to admit, he enjoyed this. Yoongi felt his hard-on poke against his belly and he instinctively squirmed. Namjoon noticed then kept talking. “I should just let you meet them with your untied sneakers. They’ll be amazed just at how huge and soft you are. They’ll just assume you don’t notice, since you haven’t been able to see your feet for months.” Yoongi squirmed, again. He bit his lip and looked into Namjoon’s eyes, pleading. Namjoon’s softened, worried he’d gone too far. He was about to apologize until Yoongi shook his head. He was panting slightly and kept glancing down at his belly. Namjoon suddenly realized what he’d done to Yoongi and sighed, relieved he didn’t hurt him, but made him hard. His smirk returned. Namjoon gripped Yoongi’s underbelly with both hands and raised it, seeing his boner press against his jeans. Namjoon groaned, pleased. He let Yoongi’s belly smack back down onto his lap as he let it go. It wobbled for a few seconds before settling on his lap. Yoongi groaned at the sensation then shot a glare at Namjoon, still flushed. Namjon understood how desperate Yoongi felt and wanted to take care of him, right away. Namjoon was feeling very horny, as well. Namjoon said he would cancel with Jimin and Hoseok, but Yoongi said he still wanted to go. Namjoon laughed softly. “Getting off on other people’s reaction to your weight, now?” He was half-joking, half-serious. Yoongi suddenly looked offended. “No,” he said pointedly, lying through his teeth. Namjoon smiled softly and gestured for Yoongi to hand him his foot. Yoongi obeyed, moving each foot in front of Namjoon so he could tie the shoelaces. When Namjoon finished, he stood back up and pulled down Yoongi’s sweatshirt down from the crest of his big belly. It still failed to cover its entirety and Namjoon didn’t hide how much that turned him on. Yoongi gave a pouted “thank you” and was about to sit up before Namjoon put a hand on his belly, pushing him back down. “You know,” Namjoon went to whisper in his ear, his voice low, “I love you, Yoon. I’ll always take care of you and will support you, no matter what.” Yoongi was taken aback by Namjoon’s heartfelt little speech and blushed lightly. Namjoon was so sweet. Namjoon’s warm breath tickled Yoongi’s hair as he laughed into his ear for a moment. “Even when your belly gets so big, you can’t even put on your shoes.” So much for being sweet. Yoongi whipped his head around and scoffed, mock-offended. Namjoon pinched Yoongi’s round, chubby cheek and kissed him deeply. Namjoon held Yoongi’s hands tight as he tried to pull him up from the couch. Namjoon noted out-loud how heavy Yoongi was and how difficult it was to pull him up. Yoongi scoffed, again: “you love it”. Namjoon nodded with a bright grin. Namjoon still held Yoongi’s hand as he guided him out the front door, and Yoongi mumbled a quiet “I love you, too."

[hitamory-dead-blog]

ALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHT LAUGH AT THE BUNNY EARS IF YOU WANT BUT LISTEN ;;;

SO I’ve been messing around with blind!deku costume designs for a few hours now and I’ve FINALLY come up with something that I’m (mostly) satisfied with,,,as in I like it but idfk what other people think abt it. So yee feedback is appreciated! 

My writing is messy af so lemme try to explain my drunk chicken-scratch:

Izuku has a headset of sorts to help him become a bit more aware of what’s going on around him. A hero’s eyes are (likely) ridiculously important, so Izuku will probably need much sharper senses to make up for his lack of sight. Sooo I tried to pick an animal I know a lot about and that has a really good sense of hearing. A rabbit seemed to fit bc rabbits are ridiculously perceptive, and Izuku’s already got that whole rabbit vibe anyways. This seemed to fit. The ears act like a listening device, amplifying sounds and picking up sounds that people with normal senses of hearing can’t detect and sending the audio to the headphones he wears so he can hear. So he can hear everything the other students can and even more. The shield in front of his eyes is made of a lightweight acrylic material (bulletproof) so that when he wears his mouthguard, he doesn’t need to worry about his face being injured, since his face is completely shielded.

And as for the second sketch, Izuku has a specialized guide cane made of carbon fibre wrapped around an aluminum core, so it’s very sturdy (I used to shoot archery and the most durable arrows were carbon with aluminum, and they could withstand a lot of damage). It’s retractable as well, so in places he doesn’t find it necessary to use his cane , he can shorten it and hang it from his belt. As well, in the same way he learns to channel OFA throughout his body, he eventually learns how to channel it through his cane as an additional means of defense (He probably breaks a lot of guide canes before Mei ends up designing one that can hold up against Izuku’s ridiculous strength haha).

His gloves (THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME TO ADD THIS @art-by-hnm YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL) have sensors in them that allow him to feel around his environment a bit better, since normal gloves would hinder his sense of touch (reduced sense of touch, you try putting on a set of gloves and feeling the textures of certain items, you’ll understand what I mean). As well, there’s a device in his cane that sets off matched devices in the gloves if he drops the cane. Different parts of the gloves will heat up depending on where the cane is. It’s kinda hard to explain, but I’ll try: if he drops his cane to his left, the left side of his gloves will heat up. Kinda like that little thing other people do when you’re finding something. Like, “you’re getting warmer/colder”. Oh golly it’s late, I can’t explain a n y t h i n g the way I want, I hope this makes sense ; v ;

I don’t know if I explained this well enough, it’s late, I haven’t slept in two days, and I’m running on peanut butter, eggs, and whatever shit happens to be lying around in the fridge, and I was harassed by some creepy old dude at work today so y e a I might go back and edit this a bit more when I’m in a decent frame of mind. 

ANYWAYS, I hope you guys like this design~! (let me know if you have any ideas!! :D )

[gallifreyanlibertea]

Hey! How are you, sweetheart? Mmm just want to say how about an usuk au with boxer!Alfred being visited in practice by his dancer boyfriend Arthur, and being teased by his friends bc of it (and bc Artie it's just so delicate and pretty) Or whatever really, just boxer Alfred and Dancer Arthur. I love your fics, you're an amazing writer!

a/n: I went for the second one!

Imaginary Boyfriend

There were definitely downfalls to being openly gay, and Arthur by God was tired of them.

He was tired of the fact that other gay men thought Arthur owed them a date merely based on the commonality of their sexual orientation.

“It’s not like he’s ugly,” Francis said, and Arthur rolled his eyes, averting his gaze from the man across the room who’d taken to sliding into a split as if to impress Arthur.

“I hope he lands on his balls.”

“Give him a chance,” Francis said with a snicker.

“You seem to be forgetting I have a boyfriend.” And the expression on Francis’ face became one of annoyance because he, like all the others in their dance troupe, including the man who seemed to be bending over backward for Arthur’s attention, didn’t believe that Arthur’s boyfriend existed.

The tall and muscular ‘boxer’? Who conveniently can never show up to your dance practice because he’s always at ‘boxing’ practice? Yes, well, when they’d put it like that, Arthur supposed it did sound a bit fake.

Well, show us a picture then. See, Arthur didn’t like pictures, meaning his phone never had photos of the two together. There were just pictures of an Alfred Jones- photos of him smiling, eating, photos that his friends would send Arthur while he was working out, and really, they all seemed right out of an Instagram page, so it was no wonder the troupe thought Arthur was some sort of pathological liar.

“Call him, then.” Someone had shouted over at them, and Francis raised his brows in agreement. It seemed to gather everyone’s attention. The idea wasn’t half bad, really, so Arthur did call him, with his expression furrowed triumphantly.

He then pulled the phone away from his ear, lips twisting in a bashful smile, “It’s… um, gone to voicemail.”

“Give it a rest, mon ami.”

It was exhausting.

Arthur supposed he didn’t have to prove it to anyone. He didn’t owe it to anyone, yet there was something about the way everyone looked at him when he’d make an offhand comment about his relationship. It was as if he was lying.

“My boyfriend loves chick flicks.” A girl had gushed.

“Mine does too.” Arthur would say, and Alfred did love rom-coms. He would never admit it, but it was cute the way he’d laugh and cry and deny his interest, and Arthur had only wanted to share that fact, but no.

“Yeah, I’ll bet he loves to cook and listen to your problems and give you little massages after practice too, doesn’t he?”

“As a matter of fact, he does-!” Arthur couldn’t help that Alfred Jones was an amalgamation of the perfect man.

He also couldn’t help that he himself was small, cold, bitter, and overall too undeserving of such a boyfriend, because nobody seemed to believe that someone so “perfect” could be attracted to and much less date someone like Arthur.

Especially not the man, some new addition to their troupe, who seemed so adamant about taking Arthur out on a date. He would flex his bicep, “I’m the best you’ll get, Arthur, try me out.”

“My boyfriend’s biceps are bigger.” Arthur would say, bored.

“Oh right, the boxer.”

Arthur had done everything but quite literally scream- “My boyfriend is real!”

Well, he had probably done that at some point- It had gotten to the extent that Arthur would take a few minutes aside after warmups to ponder as to whether Alfred Jones was actually, all along, some figment of his imagination.

“You seem a bit out of balance today, Arthur.”

Arthur glanced up from his place sitting on the floor, catching his breath after a, particularly difficult, routine. The troupe leader was right, he hadn’t been his best. He parted his lips to apologize.

“Did your boyfriend give you a rough time last night?” She said with a slight chuckle and Arthur groaned, burying his face in his palms.

“I-”

“Let’s go again, y’all-” She interrupted, arms beckoning the end of their break, “From the top.”

Arthur was positively burned out.

It didn’t help that he always walked home alone after practices.

“Doesn’t your boyfriend want to pick you up?” Francis would tease. “Ah, that’s right, he’s too busy at wrestling practice.”

“Boxing.” Arthur would hiss.

“Sorry, boxing.”

So yes, the day Alfred Jones finally came into Arthur’s lunch break, into the academy cafeteria, with those damn greasy burgers Arthur had sworn to him left, right and center that Arthur would never eat, with his gym duffel bag, with his hair damp from practice, with his biceps that were definitely bigger than anyone in the troupe or their damn boyfriends’- Arthur tore away from whatever conversation he’d been having to launch himself right into those arms.

And Alfred had staggered back, managing to hold Arthur with his single free arm, see, he was just that strong after having been a boxer for years, take that, troupe!

“How’s my little ballerina?”

Arthur kissed the life out of him, something Alfred wasn’t used to in public. Arthur was never one for PDA.

Well, people change.

“Jeez, Artie, I-”

Arthur kissed him again. And again. And again, until he’d managed to drag every other member of his troupe toward them like moths to a flame. Open-mouthed moths with incredulous expressions on their moth-faces.

Alfred was positively pink, eyes darting around as Arthur clung to his chest in a hungry embrace. ”I brought lunch?”

“How was practice, my love?” Arthur said.

Alfred blinked. “It was good. I left real early today-”

“Boxing practice,” Arthur added, tossing a smirk at whoever met his gaze, unknowing to Alfred, who paused.

“... yes.”

“God, I’m being so inconsiderate, let’s go sit, Alfred, you must be tired.”

Never in a million years would Arthur eat anything from that fast food Hell Alfred loved so much. Perhaps a fry or two, yes, but nothing more. Yet, there he was, munching dutifully on a Mc-Whatever as Alfred watched, blue eyes glittering with amusement.

“This is a first.”

Arthur tossed him a baleful look- one that morphed into a saccharine smile as Francis turned to look at them from his spot amongst others, all equally interested, sitting in a table not too far away.

“Kiss me,” Arthur said through grit teeth.

“What’s gotten into you?” Alfred said, punctuating it with a peck to Arthur’s cheek. “Not that I’m complaining, anyway.”

Alfred seemed to find whatever situation he’d walked into to be funny. He chuckled as Arthur attempted to feed him a fry. “What are you doing, Kirkland?”

“I just want them to know we’re real,” Arthur replied, as if it were a matter of fact.

He hadn’t quite told Alfred about the workplace drama of his. He hadn’t told him that no one believed he had a boyfriend, that no one believed someone like Alfred could be with someone like Arthur.

He had, however, told Alfred many times just how perfect he was, just how lucky Arthur was to have him, yes, when Arthur would get real drunk or find himself petting Alfred’s soft blond hair silently as the two lounged on their couch. Blue eyes would meet Arthur’s, and Alfred’s dimpled smile would coax honeyed words out of Arthur’s lips.

But Arthur had never told him that his entire dance troupe thought he was some sort of morbid daydreamer. Perhaps that was why Alfred’s eyes softened at Arthur’s words, not quite understanding their ridiculous origin. His hand cupped the side of Arthur’s cheek. “It doesn’t get real-er than us, honey.”

Arthur would tell Alfred what he meant later. He rather liked the looks on everyone else’s face as Alfred tugged Arthur into his arms, peppering Arthur’s head with kisses in the sentiment of proving the “realness” of their relationship. “I love you, Arthur, okay?”

Arthur would tell him later, yes, because he wouldn’t really want to mess the moment up to have Alfred dissolve into snorting laughter at the prospect of his boyfriend being framed a liar.

“I love you too Alfred.”

Arthur cast a look around the cafeteria, around at the eyes that watched them with awe, and he allowed Alfred to hold the hand of his that was not stained with condiments.

He made sure everyone saw.