#hawks fashion choices

[amimochi]

Meet Henrietta Zipporah Fuller and Timothea Davina Laughlin or ‘Hen’ and ‘Thea’ for short. Hen is a fierce state department employee/secretary and Thea is a good catholic girl from Staten island.

Sooo… I think Fem!Hawk and Fem!Tim is kinda neat and wanted to draw them 😳👭 Shout out to @ishipallthings & @jesterlesbian from the Fellow Travelers discord for Hawk and Tim female names!

Happy belated Valentine’s Day💖

[yandere-romanticaa]

masterlist.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍! who's the talk of the town once he moves and settles in. The gossip started to pool in mostly due to his looks. He wasn't necessarily what one would call "conventionally attractive" but there was this air to him that was impossible to ignore. It was hard to find him anywhere throughout the day because he spent almost all of his time in the morgue, regardless if his work hours had long since passed. The only time he could really be seen was if you would be lucky enough to see him in the wee hours in the morning, large briefcase in hand and heading straight towards the usual destination. Small amounts of people would gather in the coffee shops and spy on the man. Gossip spread like wildfire but no one had the guts to actually approach him.

One chilly October morning, you decided to be brave. Pushing your insecurities aside your curiosity ended up getting the better of you. There was no turning back.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍! who's caught off guard by your sudden and bold approach but he doesn't mind.

As a matter of fact, he finds it quite refreshing.

He's not saying much as the day is just a bit too early for him and despite his drowsiness, he is paying attention to you like a hawk. His soft brown eyes are focused on your lips, listening to your every word. You invited him out on a coffee but he frowns - he has to work. A serial killer has been on the loose recently and due to that individual his work keeps piling on. Families need closure and he is an important part of that process. With a sad sigh he declines your generous offer and your demeanor is like that of a balloon which was violently popped, by his own hand none the less. He feels a bit guilty and proposes the idea that you actually come to his place of work if you're so keen on getting to know him. It was a little twisted of him but he was curious to see how fast you would shoot him down on this offer but the opposite happened.

You accepted it in a heartbeat.

Well, now he has to tidy everything up.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍! who can't help but to feel a little starstruck once he actually meets you on this would-be coffee date. He actually prepared a selection of teas in advance just in case you didn't actually like coffee, along with an assortment of snacks to boot. You sit in the lobby and make small talk with each other. The atmosphere is comfortable as soft music plays in the background, ranging from the latest pop music to classical violin. He doesn't like the quiet, he confesses to you. He can't do anything properly because the silence is too deafening to him.

He doesn't tell you that the sound of your voice is like lovely rain on a hot summer day to him. Cooling, refreshing. Perhaps a little bit necessary. His work hours are long and odd and the only people that surround him are not even alive.

That's his own fault though. His urges are too much to handle, sometimes. He has no one else to blame for enhancing his work other than himself.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍!, who starts to make room in his schedule for you whenever he can. Ideally, he doesn't actually like bringing you to the morgue. The place where he works is dark, desolate and cold.

That is no place for the likes of you.

No, he likes to see you bask in the warmth of the sun with a hot beverage in your hand, a goofy smile on your lips as you tell him the plot of the last book you read or the game you had played. He never has the heart to tell you to stop, your excitement is far too precious to him.

He is aware that he is not the easiest person to approach. Aside from the fact that people get a little jumpy once they learn that he works with the dead, his personality isn't much to brag about either. Whilst polite there's a level of dryness to him, a lack of humanity which other people are not so keen on. His shoulder black hair is always messy and, yes he will admit it, his fashion choices are a tad bit archaic. He's gotten an earful from strangers that he looks less like a man from the 21st century and more like a vampire from an 18th century gothic novella.

He knows those are not meant to be taken as compliments but he still sees them as such.

You like to tease him for his fashion choices and make an attempt to improve his wardrobe but you don't want to do too much. Truth be told, you like the way he looks but you don't dare tell him.

If he were to find that out his ego would go through the damn roof.

Within weeks, his closet was filled with comfortable blazes, a sweater or two, some casual t-shirts and some fresh, crisp white button ups that go along with pretty much anything and everything. He gave you the liberty of picking everything out for him.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍!, who starts to act more like a member of polite society rather than a reclusive shut in. You took his hand and showed him a glimpse of the world, just how beautiful everything can be. There are so many colors and smells, all so dominating and sweet. You take every chance you can to get him outside even if he's not very fond of the sun. You chastise him for how pale and sickly he looks as you shove food at him, his lanky body showing obvious signs that he was not eating properly.

He simply was not hungry. Food could never satisfy him. He only ate because his body demanded so of him. And for you, of course. He would never turn down any food you gave to him. Ever.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍!, who starts to become sloppy. His cuts are imperfect and his concentration has never been worse. He stares down at the corpse on his steel table, the bright light above him giving the dead hunk of flesh an unearthly aura of peace. With his gloved hand he reached for the poor victims cheeks, which have now gone hollow and dead. Your face suddenly flashes through his head, your giggles filling his ears, in a manner similar to that of when a person is submerged under water.

What would happen if this were you?

He never could have imagined that he could ever be this charmed by another human being.

For his entire life all he has ever had were his books, notes and his own gloomy company. He was not deserving of someone like you, a creature that thrived among the living. He suddenly stabbed the corpse beneath him with his scalpel, his hand shaking from the rage which overtook him.

Why couldn't he be alive like that?

What was wrong with him?

He could never get along with human beings, no matter how hard he tried. He stopped trying ages ago because the harder he tried, the more he failed.

There was no denying the fact that he was a freak of nature.

An abomination.

If he cannot function around the living he could always turn towards the dead. They made for much better company anyway, always there to listen to him and his woes.

It was frightening how much he relied on you now. His sanity was in your hands and you had no clue.

How cruel.

He hated you. He was beyond envious of your ability to function like a normal human being. All the things which you had perceived to be normal were nothing but pure anomalies to him. And yet, the more he hated you the more he craved you. He could never regret the decision of allowing you to enter his life. It was nice to be wanted.

He loved it when you wanted him.

Do you want him in the same manner in which he wants you? Did you possess the same wicked desires which he did? Human beings are all the same when push comes to shove. Their true colours are shown once they're faced with death.

And suddenly, he knew what he was going to do later that week.

🥀 𝐀/𝐍: I'm not good with creating original characters and I apologize for that. However! I keep having the same dream over and over and I just thought that it would be neat to turn them into entertainment for the rest of the world to see. Please share your thoughts and opinions with me, they are always highly appreciated!

[takeomisbitch]

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who is assigned to take care of you the CEO’s daughter after more than one person has threatened to kill you for being related to your father

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who you really didn’t want looking after you, but your father gave you no choice after you moved out of you family home and into your own apartment close to your college

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who thought you were stuck up when he first met you but you just didn’t want a babysitter

You just met Choso today your father having him sign his contract agreeing that he would watch over you 24/7. “I don’t understand why I need some babysitter to watch over me, no is gonna kill me,” you complain crossing your arms over your chest, “because it’s for your own safety. Choso will also be moving into your apartment with you, I need to make sure you’re safe.” Choso gives your father a curt nod understanding his words and worries, “ARE YOU SERIOUS,” maybe you didn’t understand though

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who moves into your apartment after a week and listen to you complain about how your father is overreacting and nobody is out to get you

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who watches you like a hawk when you go to your college classes your friends asking who the big handsome man watching over you and you just telling them to ignore him

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who becomes your personal bag holder when you force him to go to the mall with you and your friends after class

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who blushes when you give him a fashion show of all the clothes you try on at the mall

Bodyguard!Choso Kamo who you tease when you see a light pink blush dusted across his face

©Bella2023

[tarttheart]

KNITWORTHY - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you pick up knitting and Jamie could not be more supportive.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language

1.

The first time you made anything for Jamie, it was a plain pair of socks in a sandy beige colour. It was nothing fancy and you were certain one side was longer than the other. It had been a long time since you last knit so you were just happy to have finished something after impulsively picking up some yarn and needles again after work one day. Work had been manic and you were looking for something to help you unwind each night. Picking up the needles again just seemed right.

“I love them. Babe, these are fucking amazing,” Jamie proclaimed.

You probably would not have believed Jamie solely based on his words but his awestruck expression spoke heaps to how he felt. And, if that had not been enough, watching him proudly pull them on in the morning to wear to Nelson Road was all the proof you needed that the man was knit-worthy.

Knitted socks were not the most common sight around Nelson Road, especially not on one Jamie Tartt. Sports socks had long been his sock of choice until recently. While the beige socks had gotten a couple of curious looks, it was nothing too peculiar given how temperatures had dropped in the past week or so. It seemed a simple and effective solution to keeping warm, so effective that a few others decided to jump on the bandwagon.

“My toes feel like they’re at the beach in Chacala. I can hear the waves calling,” Dani quipped the first time he tried wearing woolly socks to training.

“Me too, boyo, it doesn’t even matter I look like I’m wearing my granddad’s socks,” Colin agreed.

2.

You had gotten hooked on knitting hats. After making yourself three in the span of a month, you were on the hunt for more heads to make beanies for. Luckily, Jamie kindly volunteered and even got involved with the process, choosing a bold, variegated yarn for his beanie. It took no time at all and within a week of casting on, Jamie was rocking his new headwear at Nelson Road.

It was definitely an unusual sight, not seeing an ICON cap atop Jamie’s head but with how chilly it had been, no one thought too much about it.

“I didn’t realise you wore beanies,” Keeley commented one day as she passed him in the hallway.

“Fuck yeh, I do now,” Jamie replied.

“Looks good,” Keeley offered and Jamie practically bounced away much to Keeley’s amusement.

He came home to tell you about how good your beanies looked and it had to be true because Keeley said so and Keeley knows all about fashion.

“Babe, babe, I think you could fucking sell these and making a fucking fortune,” Jamie continued excitedly and you laughed.

3.

Following the success of the first pair of socks, you knew another pair had to be made. It took a little while but when you chanced upon a yarn colourway called “Tart”, you were sold. Sure, it probably was not a colour in Jamie’s usual colour palette but it was a nice wine colour that you were confident he would look good in regardless.

The last pair of socks had been a real plain vanilla pair of socks and having had a little more practice now, you were ready to dive into something more textured for Jamie’s second pair of socks.

You were pretty proud of the end product and you swore Jamie lit up brighter than the New York City skyline when you handed them over. He had been eagerly awaiting their completion, watching you like a hawk each night and trying to figure out when you would have them done. One pair of woolly socks just was not enough to satisfy the man now that he had gotten a taste of toasty toes.

Jamie gave you no time or opportunity to wash the socks before he wore them. He needed these socks in his life right away and you were happy to oblige. Jamie excitedly wore his socks to Nelson Road the next day which caught a few more eyes this time. Afterall, it was even more of an unusual look for Jamie.

“Pretty sure those are hand knitted,” Bumbercatch commented from across the locker room one day as the resident knitting know-it-all.

“Yeh, his mum probably made it for him, bruv,” Issac said dismissively.

It had been a fair guess. Afterall, no one knew you existed. You were a naturally private person and you knew all that came with being Jamie’s girlfriend. What if it didn’t last and you had to then deal with all the fallout? Jamie understood and you agreed you two could go semi-public after Christmas if you guys were still together then. While Jamie had initially been disappointed, he came to really enjoy having something that was truly his. No media, no team chatter.

*

Jamie decided he had been benefitting too much from your new hobby without properly compensating you for your time and effort. Remembering that Bumbercatch was an avid knitter, Jamie stopped him one day seeking advice on tools he could get you to further your craft.

“What would you get as a present for a knitter?” Jamie asked Bumbercatch after everyone else had emptied from the locker room.

“Yarn is always good. There’s local yarn shop a few blocks away that has a good selection and they have some good tools too,” Bumbercatch offered.

With Christmas round the corner, Bumbercatch did not think much about it. Based on what he had been led to believe, Jamie was likely buying something for his mum.

4.

It had been a real labour of love. When Jamie had presented you with a beyond generous amount on a gift card and a set of fancy interchangeable needles, you knew you had to go big for his Christmas present. It had been a little hard to hide all the balls of yarn you had had to buy. It was even trickier trying not to make his present in front of him because you knew you would crack and tell him what it was the moment he gave you his big adoring eyes. But, all the late nights spent knitting out of Jamie’s sight and afternoons spent hiding in cafes to knit had been worth it.

“Babe, you fucking made this?”

You had been so excited to present him your pièce de résistance you were practically vibrating as he held up the cream cabled sweater vest. You knew it was not his usual look but it felt special making something not basic for Jamie.

“I know it’s not exactly the Jamie Tartt style but I wanted to do something more instead of just a basic knit. I would’ve made you a sweater but I didn’t want the sweater curse to come true so I thought maybe a vest would be a good loophole? You don’t have to wear it out or at a—…”

Jamie did not let you finish blabbering because he grabbed your face to plant an appreciative kiss on your lips.

“I’m fucking wearing this everywhere, love, this thing is fucking magic,” Jamie proclaimed and you were not quite sure what he meant by magic but you appreciated the thought anyway.

The first day back at training after Christmas had most buzzing. It was always nice and energizing to have a good break with loved ones, whether it was spent with their own families or Higgins’. But, when Jamie walked in in his cozy cream cabled sweater vest like he was in a hallmark movie, the whole facility stilled.

“Morning, lads,” Jamie greeted, paying no attention to way the room had quietened after his entry.

Bumbercatch nudged Colin who stood next to him, “I think Jamie has a girlfriend.”

“What’s got you thinking that, boyo?”

“That vest. It’s a recent release online by a big knitwear designer. It’s not a mum pattern. See?”

Colin and Isaac looked at the page on Bumbercatch’s phone and he was right. The vest Jamie was wearing looked almost identical to the one in the photo.

“It could—…”

Sick of all the speculations, Isaac turned and yelled out to Jamie, “BRUV!”

“Yea, man? What’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Your vest. Who made it?”

“Oh,” Jamie paused for a moment before remembering that Christmas had passed and it was now safe for him to answer, “me girlfriend. She’s a fucking knitting genius.”

[mrswolffs-blog]

FUN DAY: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Reader

Today is this first day that Y/n would be accompanying Lewis to a race. Y/n and Lewis have been dating for the past three years yet kept it a secret until recently due to how hawking the media could be, knowing that Lewis is a legendary F1 driver and Y/n is known for being a billionaire fashion designer who built herself from the bottom with no help and that caused people to admire and look up to her. the news caused the entire world to irrupt in excitement as they all knew that Lewis is a fashion icon, and that being mixed with Y/n's talent would be a showstopper.

Y/n was schedule to arrive at the paddock any moment now and the other drivers were very edgy because of this. they were in and out of the bathrooms, fixing themselves to look presentable enough to appease her. they went around looking to see if their garages were presentable enough having the mechanics and engineers move anything they thought wouldn't be appealing to her eyes, sighing as they finally finished.

A few minutes later, Lewis' car pulled up into the paddock making everyone stop in their tracks waiting to see their "Paddock Queen" arrive. Lewis got out waving at the crowd that cheered for him some asking for the queen while he just laughed and walked over to the other side of the car opening the door and extending his hand for Y/n to take. As soon as she stepped out of the car, people started screaming as cameras started clicking rapidly as if it were a red carpet. Lewis got the bag from the trunk and came around, giving it to Angela before taking her hand as they walked inside.

The first drivers that they saw on the way in were Carlos, Charles and Pierre as they were all just staring in awe looking like three lovesick puppies that wanted to be petted. "Salut!" Y/n said excitedly but turned confused as they were speaking very fast at the same time. "You guys are confusing my girlfriend you idiots, one at a time." Lewis laughed at them which made it worse as them stuttered while trying to speak. "We just wanted to say that we are very big fans of your work. Carlos here owns literally every piece you've created" Charles rambled but was stopped by Pierre slapping him across the back of his head. "Sorry about them, please come with me" Fernando offered as he took her gently by the wrist, walking off with the others, leaving Lewis standing alone. "They stole my girlfriend" Lewis laughed as he watched the grid crowd her out of excitement.

Throughout the day, Y/n found herself being carried from one garage to the next as from one driver to another, excitedly explain somethings and showed her around, getting familiar with the scene. the race was about to start and may God help those working around the drivers as they shouted in arguments of from whose garage should y/n watch the race; however, let's not forget that Lewis' garage was not an option since in Charles' words "Lewis has Y/n more than anyone here so he shouldn't be a choice since he'll see her after work" the Monegasque driver pouted making the other drivers agree. in the end she ended up watching from the Williams racing garage as she wanted to support Alex Albon who almost started to cry at the confession that Y/n liked his driving.

The race was finally over, and Lewis had finished all his post-race duties and was ready to go home, when he was informed that his girlfriend was once again missing from the Mercedes garage. Walking around, he came to a stop as he noticed that the other drivers were entertaining his girl by hosting a karaoke in the centre of the paddock. he motioned to the crowd to keep silent as he wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth as his other hand lifted her from the chair while he ran away towards the car.

The guys went into panic mode when they came to realize that Y/n wasn't sitting anymore and starting texting everyone they knew asking if they had spotted the pretty, short, dark-skinned woman; only for Lewis to make a tweet 3 minutes later.

lewishamilton: She's unavailable at the moments. Thank you for your cooperation in allowing me to steal her back👍

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[sinnamonpork]

If anyone in Class 1-A would develop a crush towards Dabi, I feel like it'd be either Kaminari or Tokoyami. Kaminari because he obviously likes them goth and edgy, as seen by his simping over Shinsou and the head over heels behavior he has for Jirou. Meanwhile, Tokoyami has a crush on him because he thinks Dabi is the perfect balance of goth and dark. This man dyed his whole head of brilliant white hair just for the aesthetic. He wears a badass coat and cool as fuck boots. Hell, his pants are stapled.

Thinking about Tokoyami telling all this to his mentor Hawks while they're working at the hero's apartment together, not knowing why the pro looks so fidgety. Hawks' expression looks dead inside when he reached the point of why Dabi's blue eyes are a nice contrast to his fashion choices. Unbeknownst to the smol birb child, the villain he is simping for is very much in the other room, looking every inch like the most sluttiest pin-up model you could think of while draped all over the hero's bed. He definitely would look like the teenager's wet dream, and Hawks wants to bleach his brain for even thinking about it.

[tashacee]

Consider ✨

An au like Heros Aspect but Wild is stuck in the dark armor instead.

I crave comedy of errors style misunderstandings =)

OOOOOOOOOH boy i started to answer this before and it got REALLY DARK so i've scrapped that and have started again.

SO

A lot of the initial chase and fleeing would be strangely similar. Yes, Wild can talk now, but the others think he's Dark Link, and Dink always lies. They don't listen to a word he says until he's lying in the river, bleeding from where Warriors shot him, trembling as he tries to show he's not a threat.

Dink doesn't bleed. That's their first clue that Wild is one of them and not a monster. That's what gives them pause.

("Wait- he's bleeding." said pinky, holding up a hand to stop the others and lowering his sword a fraction.

What the- damn right, he's bleeding! You just shot me! Wild wanted to retort, but something told him that wouldn't help matters. It was a little voice that he liked to call his inner-Zelda, and for once he elected to listen to it)

And then Sky came stumbling out of the woods, telling his brothers not to attack, that he was one of them.

Wars Four and Legend exchanged glances. Four was the first one to shrug and say 'eh that tracks'. The others wondered at his easy acceptance, but of course, they didn't know about Shadow.

Still, the boys were probably more wary with Wild in the Dark armour than the Aspect, and when he reached out to touch the sword they watched him like hawks. But of course, Fi didn't burn him. Instead she gave him his name and cemented him as one of the team.

("OH THANK HYLIA!" the newly dubbed Wild said, sighing in relief and flopping back into the water. "I thought you guys were really going to kill me!"

The three who had chased him exchanged uncomfortable glances, but none of them said what they were all thinking. For a moment there, so had they.

Wild looked up at them again and they all - minus Sky, of course - started. His eyes were all red and glowed even in the daylight, casting a sickening pallor over his already grey skin. He furrowed his brow and smiled, the scars that laced one side of his face pulling at the movement.

"I- I don't normally look like this." he whispered nervously. "It's a mask I tried on. But I can't get it off." he sighed. "Worst fashion choice ever.")

With this explained, the boys bandage his wound as best they can and bring him back to camp, embarrassed and apologetic. Wild brushes off their apologies. After all, he does look exactly like the shadow monster that has been trying to kill them. What's a little grievous bodily harm between a shared soul, eh?

The others are a little concerned about his blase attitude to being hurt, but who are they to judge?

Once again, they make him wait outside the camp while they explain to the rest who he is and how they met. Legend includes both that he looks like Dink and also that it's because he tried on a mask and got his ass cursed (his words). Wild can hear Time facepalming from where he hides.

He's still nervous stepping into camp. Twilight still encourages him. Wind is still friendly. Time is still welcoming. Hyrule is still nervous. It's obvious that they're all shaken by his appearance, but it takes about the same amount of time for them to all warm up to him as if he was in the Aspect.

The main difference is that Dark!Wild can creep up on them and scare them more effectively, what with being his normal height and having creepy glowing eyes. Also when they're trying to sneak places at night, his eyes are super distracting. He gets banana sunglasses to match sky's, just to hide their glow.

Some of the stunts the Chain pull are different. Rather than Cat Island, Wind tells everyone that Wild is from Shadow Island where he rules over the dead. Some are exactly the same. Wild still makes friends with the cats in ordon, and inexplicably, kids still love him.

He does not understand why.

But what mostly stays the same is that he has brothers who love and care about him, and who think he's an absolute idiot for getting himself cursed to be stuck in the Dink mask.

And yes, he still manages to get stuck in the Mask of Awakening.

[hey-hamlet]

Indentured for Life au

What has natsuo been up to since he was freed ? What have the other quirkless people done after realease ?Also how have some heroes(Like hawks) and hero students reacted to finding out that the organizatorom they served was using slave labor

Natsuo is catching up on his schooling! He's in an accelerated program and, thanks to an embarrassingly small amount of settlement money from the government, he has his own shitty little apartment in a barely tolerable area. He loves it to pieces. He isn't used to living alone, so it gets pretty lonely, but some of the other workers live close by and they come hang out pretty often. Izuku visits a lot too! He's aiming to be a nurse. Some of the others have gotten work in hero agencies for costume repair (its. ethically strained, but its the only work they know and they are happy to do it, as long as they are getting paid a fair wage.) and some others are working in activism and quirk discrimination charities.

As for reactions?

Hawks

His hands were still shaking. He'd been retching uncontrollably for what felt like hours, his hands shaking as he torn himself out of his costume. How many times had he been grateful for the hand stitched seams on his costume being gentler on his wings? For the warm leather on his googles that had already been shaped for his head, with hand written instructions for leather care tucked into the box. Fuck - he'd thought they were old fashioned for the note, not locked in a factory without so much as a fucking printer. He needed to make a public statement, the faster the better. He had to say something loudly because the HPSC had time to write his statement for him. Just. Just when his hands stopped shaking.

Endeavor

His PR team must be having a field day. Endeavor's own son, recovered from one of the factories? The man himself with nothing to say? What could he say? That he'd kept his mouth shut so his youngest son had a chance at overtaking All Might, that his youngest son could help where he failed? Ha - that'd go over well. He hoped Natsuo knew he still had a college fund. Still had a credit card in his name, a bank account his father put money in once a month, for when he was finally free. Maybe he'd take it, if it was from Fuyumi.

Iida Tenya

His brother had been upset that week. He'd come home early, corralling his parents into a meeting room and not leaving until they'd found a new costume supplier and a public statement beyond repute. He hadn't known why, not until the news story had broken that morning. Tenya had been lost, staring at the television until he was late for his train, only arriving to class minutes before the bell. He'd always wanted to be a hero. But - could he? Knowing what he knew now, about the organization he'd have to answer to?

Bakugo

His mother had screamed when she'd seen that footage of Deku, All Might carefully breaking the metal cuff around his throat. The nerd had only smiled weakly, like seeing All Might wasn't everything he'd ever wanted. He was so thin, his hands covered in small cuts, burns and blisters. He wanted to feel upset, that Deku had ruined his hero costume too - but. It was his fault. He was the one who told those fuckers Deku was quirkless, after auntie had so carefully not commited to putting anything down on paper. He and the idiots had trailed All Might once, before they knew that's who Yagi was. They'd seen the buildings, the lady with the collar. They'd put it out of their minds because they hadn't had a choice. No closure, just a creeping unease that would sneak up on them at night. Deku had been in one of those factories. Deku had been making the blast proof mesh on the palms of his gloves, the sweat wicking fabric of his winter costume, the thick tread of his combat boots. Katsuki stared up at the blank ceiling and tried not to think any more.

[kdinjenzen]

Do you think people recognise Samus outside of the armor? Or would it be a Tony Hawk situation where no one recognizes her without it?

For my version of Samus? They do recognize her, but only kind of.

Her suit is as much a part of her as the rest of her body is, so she’ll often just forget it’s on until people are like “Uh… we don’t allow… whatever kind of weapon that is in here.” Which takes her a minute to fully understand the what and why of their reaction before feeling guilty and going back to the ship to take it off.

I think, for the propaganda of it all, the Galactic Federation Army uses what Samus used to look like when she enlisted as a part of their “you should enlist” non-sense. Sort of a “you could be the next Samus Aran” and they use her old pictures for it. Because that’s exactly the kinda nonsense the Galactic Federation Army would do.

So people look at her and go “Wait… is that… Samus?” because most of them remember the posters and it’s been decades since the GFA started putting them up so she must have aged by now so that totally could be her.

The obvious factors would be that Samus likely doesn’t have a lot of regular or “blending in” clothes so her Power Armor or Zero Suit are her “default” but when she tries to go incognito and not be that obvious her choice of fashion is so “wtf is that outfit?” she oddly stands out even more.

The other big thing would be “that’s obviously Samus’ ship, and that lady just walked right in without doing anything and didn’t look worried so that’s gotta be her.”

Even if Samus wanted to hide it, and she’d have tried for years - my headcanon is that her rapidly changing hair color from Metroid to Super Metroid is that he dyed in hopes that she wasn’t as recognizable, people will still can immediately tell who she is. So by the time Super Metroid happens she’s all but given up on trying not to “be Samus” when landing on peaceful planets.

The thing is that they see her and are like “whoa wtf happened to her? Did this just happen on her last mission or is that how she just looks?” They expect the Barbie Doll version of Samus that the GFA propaganda fed them and she is… not that.

She’s considerably taller than they imagined, she looks less “made up and bright” and a lot more “make up couldn’t hide these dark circles around my eyes even if I tried”, her body (and face) have scars and battle damage, and her hair is cut extremely short because maintaining long hair when you travel alone on a tiny spaceship isn’t easy not to mention when in the Power Armor it’s itchy as all hell.

Samus would likely get a lot of rude folks saying “wtf happened to YOU?” while pointing at a recruitment poster with her on it and she’d likely respond with a small sigh and a quiet, yet unneeded, apology before nodding to the person and leaving wherever store/establishment/are she’s at.

[best-queen-song]

Okay Queenies! All 88 91 polls are up now! They're each open for one week, so by this time next Sunday (3/3) Monday (3/4), they will all be closed. Here's the list of all Round One polls. Now's the time to spread the word, scatter them to the tumblr winds. Feel free to argue your choices' cases in the meantime!

Great King Rat / It’s A Beautiful Day (Reprise)

Crash Dive On Mingo City / Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon

Who Wants To Live Forever / Let Me Live

Stone Cold Crazy / Fight From The Inside

Escape From The Swamp / In The Lap Of The Gods

My Life Has Been Saved / I Want To Break Free

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy / Hang On In There

We Are The Champions / Friends Will Be Friends

I Was Born To Love You / Cool Cat

Princes Of The Universe / The Night Comes Down

The Ring (Hypnotic Seduction of Dale) / Don’t Try Suicide

Arboria (Planet Of The Tree Men) / Brighton Rock

Keep Passing The Open Windows / The Invisible Man

Under Pressure / Calling All Girls

Crazy Little Thing Called Love / The March Of The Black Queen

Dreamer’s Ball / Tenement Funster

You’re My Best Friend / Flash To The Rescue

Don’t Lose Your Head / Seven Seas Of Rhye

I’m Going Slightly Mad / Get Down, Make Love

In The Lap Of The Gods… Revisited / Spread Your Wings

Funny How Love Is / Fun It

Misfire / All God’s People

Action This Day / These Are The Days Of Our Lives

Sheer Heart Attack / God Save The Queen

The Hero / Body Language

Ride The Wild Wind / In The Space Capsule (The Love Theme)

Made In Heaven / The Loser In The End

‘39 / Modern Times Rock ‘N Roll

Sweet Lady / One Year Of Love

I Can’t Live With You / Leaving Home Ain’t Easy

Need Your Loving Tonight / Delilah

Pain Is So Close To Pleasure / Las Palabras De Amor (The Words Of Love)

Jesus / Chinese Torture

Football Fight / Save Me

In The Death Cell (Love Theme Reprise) / The Kiss (Aura Resurrects Flash)

One Vision / The Miracle

Father To Son / Don’t Try So Hard

Fat Bottomed Girls / Liar

Who Needs You / Marriage Of Dale And Ming (And Flash Approaching)

Khashoggi’s Ship / You Don’t Fool Me

Bicycle Race / Battle Theme

Vultan’s Theme (Attack Of The Hawk Men) / Dear Friends

Tie Your Mother Down / It’s A Hard Life

I Want It All / Flash’s Theme Reprise

White Man / Dancer

Radio Ga Ga / Bijou

Gimme The Prize / Bohemian Rhapsody

Death On Two Legs (Dedicated To…) / Dead On Time

Scandal / I’m In Love With My Car

Back Chat / Tear It Up

Some Day One Day / More Of That Jazz

The Millionaire Waltz / Breakthru

You Take My Breath Away / My Melancholy Blues

All Dead, All Dead / Man On The Prowl

Untitled / Now I’m Here

Jealousy / Flash��s Theme

Somebody To Love / You And I

Sleeping On The Sidewalk / It’s A Beautiful Day

The Hitman / Execution Of Flash

We Will Rock You / In Only Seven Days

Another One Bites The Dust / Staying Power

Too Much Love Will Kill You / My Fairy King

Is This The World We Created…? / Don’t Stop Me Now

Seaside Rendezvous / Machines (or ‘Back To Humans’)

Sail Away Sweet Sister / Keep yourself alive

No One But You (Only The Good Die Young) / Teo Toriatte (Let Us Cling Together)

Love Of My Life / A Kind Of Magic

Party / Headlong

Rain Must Fall / Mustapha

Ogre Battle / I Go Crazy

Mother Love / Doing Alright

Put Out The Fire / The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke

Nevermore / Lily Of The Valley

Procession / White Queen (As It Began)

Hammer To Fall / Seven Seas Of Rhye [unfinished]

Bring Back That Leroy Brown / The Wedding March

Was It All Worth It / Killer Queen

It’s Late / If You Can’t Beat Them

Flick Of The Wrist / Play The Game

Rock It (Prime Jive) / Innuendo

Thank God It’s Christmas / The Prophet’s Song

Long Away / My Baby Does Me

Coming Soon / Son And Daughter

A Winter’s Tale / Heaven For Everyone

The Show Must Go On / Ming’s Theme (In The Court Of Ming The Merciless)

Life Is Real (Song For Lennon) / Drowse

Dragon Attack / Let Me Entertain You

Good Company / She Makes Me (Stormtrooper In Stilettos)

Mad The Swine / Soul Brother

Hijack My Heart / A Human Body

Lost Opportunity / Stealin'

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML: Wish Fufillment

You know, at this point, my friend’s joke AU is looking really appealing right now … 

Basically, someone from the “real world” or someone from a really messed up future *cough* S5 *cough* manages to steal the Miraculous, and makes a wish. The entire show jumps back to Origins, and everything seems like it’s the same, except there’s a new person Quinn, someone who works at the school. Who are they? Where did they come from? What’s even her job? The whole show starts to proceed as it did, only during the first battle with Stoneheart, another Hero shows up - the Holder of the Raven Miraculous, Omen, able to see the future, and who’s main goals, besides stopping Hawk Moth, are to make Ladybug and Chat Noir have common sense and therapy.

The basic Idea is that Omen is someone who’s seen the show/is from the future, and who goes back in time to try and fix it. Now, due to the complicated nature of time travel, wishes, and “dramatic nonsense” she can’t actually just tell the Heroes that Hawk Moth is Gabriel, or reveal Ladybug and Chat’s identities, or any of the other really big pieces of information that would cut through at least half the idiocy, but she can be really, really, REALLY obvious.

They only real notes we have on Quin are:

- Full name is Quinn Conners 

- their costume looks like a fantasy plague doctor 

- they are somewhere between nineteen and twenty-five

- everything they wear has feather motifs. Everything.

- Kwami is called Sibill (spelling not final)

- weapon is a cane sword, sheath can be used as a baton

- first thing They did upon jumping to the past was steal Adrien, Felix and Kagami’s Amoks. Second thing was start an Audrey smear campaign

- their abilities are Clairvoyant- see the future, with sub-ability Consequence- see what is the most likely outcome of an action or choice, Skip- (this had a really long winded explanation, but to summarize, it’s basically really short range teleportation) and final, Shared Sight (name not final)- they can share their visions with others. the idea was that Omen shares her “visions” of the future, aka, “Canon”, and the characters reacting to the insane shit they’ll apparently do if they

Quinn’s personality: Aggressively Supportive, and Not Even Trying For Subtley

“Get in you little shits, time to talk about Appropriate Responses To Trauma!”

*yoinks Alya’s phone* “Hey, how about we discuss Journalistic Ethics, Fact Checking, and Public Endangerment?" 

"Here’s a crazy idea, how would you deal with a magic coma?”

Interrupts Hawk Moth’s big speech to call him out as a coward and fashion disaster.

Makes no attempt to even pretend she doesn’t know anyone’s identity, only thing she doesn’t do is straight up use civilian names.

keeps sending Chloe’s dad divorce lawyer business cards.

Prints out a pamphlet titled “So You’re Dad Might Be A Supervillain….” And sends hundreds of copies to the Agreste Mansion 

 "Are you Ladybug and/or Chat Noir’s [family]?“   "By blood, law, spirit, choice, or circumstance? In order - no, no, kind of, yes, and because no one else will.”

*kicking down Fu’s door* “YOU AIN’T EXEMPT FROM THERAPY, FUCKER!!”

“Hawk Moth can meet me behind Tom and Sabine’s Bakery for an asswhooping.”

“So, that Identity rule is partial bullshit, here is my 65 page slide-show-”

Anytime any of the kids have a sports meet/club/competition/project/big emotional task - “You are valid as shit.”

-

GOD it’s so tempting to have the self-insert just fix things

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

No perfume or vampire recap this week, although I have one of each about 3/4 drafted. New Medication Side Effects are slowing me down (but I'm doing well on it otherwise).

Social media hell

Threads was a mistake. For me, not Zuckerberg; I'm sure it's great for him. In theory I was trying it out so you wouldn't have to, but I regret all the choices that led me to this. It is the tenth circle of privacy hell. Someone else can try out the bad idea next time. Save yourself.

After discussing the difficulty of getting on Mastodon, I actually did manage to wrestle my way through the signup process, because I felt like it wasn't fair to complain if I didn't at least try. I am now on mastodon.world. I'm not sure if I want to be there ("Shitposting is not allowed")? Can I go somewhere else? What... what are the somewhere elses? I am currently reading up on this.

I have wrangled a Bluesky invite! "What's Hot" seems a lot like the list of media journalists I follow on Twitter, which I haven't been on full-time in years. Bluesky will probably be more enjoyable once more people I know get on, which they might be able to do if Jack Dorsey would open Bluesky to the public already.

I feel very out of step with microblogging culture after years away—oddly, I got back on Tumblr full-time late last year and I felt at home pretty much immediately, which means that you're stuck with me now.

Reblogs of interest

20,000 Pounds of Trash Removed From Pacific Garbage Patch: ‘Holy mother of god. It worked!’

Search engines and databases that aren't Google

G/O Media forced a nonsensical AI-generated Star Wars article onto io9, and the staff is pissed

Video

Indigenous Horror Films

Sparrow Tarot: Judgment and the Ace of Pentacles

Dance Here ⭕️

Dug in Real Life

The sacred texts

Tama the Eternal Stationmaster

Me getting up in the morning like

Tony Hawk's existential nightmare

IF YOU LIKE PIÑA COLADA

Personal tags of the week

One orange braincell (see also the subreddit of the same name devoted to doofy orange cats)

Fashion, some of it from the Fall 2023 runways

[the-dust-jacket]

Hello. I've already read the Kingston Cycle, Half a Soul and I'm about to finish the Stariel books. Do you have more recommendations? Thank you in advance.

Oh absolutely!

A Matter of Magic, by Patricia C. Wrede (for cross-country Regency romps, rogues, magicians, spies, and Ladies of Quality)

A Marvellous Light, by Freya Marske (for murder and mystery and secret Edwardian wizardry, romance, grand old houses and creepy curses)

Spellbound, by Allie Therin (for forbidden love, found family, and frightening magic in 1920s New York)

Shades of Milk and Honey, by Mary Robinette Kowal (for frothy and impeccably evocative Regency magic)

Sorcerer to the Crown, by Zen Cho (for schemes both magical and mundane and the world of fairy crossing into the world of the tonne)

To Say Nothing of the Dog, by Connie Willis (for laugh-out-loud time travel shenanigans and questionable Victorian aesthetic choices)

Soulless, by Gail Carriger (for vampire assassins, werewolf aristocrats, interrupted tea time, and other terrible inconveniences which may beset a young lady)

A little darker:

The Magpie Lord, by KJ Charles (for semi-secret magical society, creepy family estate, steamy romance all in an Extremely Victorian Gothic setting)

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, by Susanna Clarke (clever and deeply atmospheric tour of a magical 19th century England, but definitely not romance)

Salt Magic, Skin Magic, by Lee Welch (for curses and magical bonds and frightening fairies)

Widdershins, by Jordan L Hawk (for Gilded Age mystery and romance featuring Lovecraftian horror and humor)

More fantasy:

Uprooted, by Naomi Novik (for fairytale magic and whimsy, adventure and romance and creepy trees)

Seducing the Sorcerer, by Lee Welch (for wizard fashion, romance and humor and whimsical magic)

Stardust, by Neil Gaiman (for wild romps in the fairyland next door, alternately humorous and haunting)

More historical:

The Gentle Art of Fortune Hunting by KJ Charles (for saucy Regency romance and determined social scheming)

Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons (for dry humor, wacky hijinx, and extended family shenanigans)

Hither Page or The Missing Page by Cat Sebastian (village and manor house mysteries respectively, featuring lots of queer romance and found family with a dash of jaded post-war espionage)

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (for yearning and laughs and first love and an eccentric family living in an increasingly run down castle)

A little farther from the brief, but might be worth checking out On Vibes:

The Left Handed Booksellers of London, by Garth Nix

The Chronicles of Chrestomanci, by Diana Wynne Jones

His Majesty's Dragon, by Naomi Novik (more Regency fantasy, but full on Age of Sail adventure rather than comedy of manners, romance, or secret magic)

Among Others, by Jo Walton

Arabella of Mars, by David D. Levine

A Natural History of Dragons, by Marie Brennan

It also sounds like a Georgette Heyer or Jeeves and Wooster binge would be really fun right now!

[rainontherooftops]

Keep the Bathrobe on

Summary: As Dieter Bravos assistant, it made you furious to see that Dieter was once again forced to wear an absolutely ridiculous outfit on a red carpet. You decide that once you're home, something had to be done - but the consequences or your plan are surprising...

Fandom: The Bubble - Pedro Pascal as Dieter Bravo Genre: Slice of Life, Colleagues to Friends to Lovers Pairing: Dieter x f! Reader Triggers : Horrible Fashion Choices Rating : T

*

Keep the Bathrobe On

The fact that Dieter was smiling and posing on the red carpet and doing his thing as if nothing was wrong was proof of his great acting skills.

You however did not have to act. You were not in the limelight right now, but way off, away from all the bustle, clutching your clipboard to your chest.

This was the final straw. Lucile had done it again. She had dressed Dieter in something “fashionable,” which meant the clothes were extremely expensive but looked ridiculous.

For you it was even worse to watch Dieter flaunt these looks on the carpet, because you knew that he felt most comfortable in soft fabrics and his robe. But lately the studios and his stylists were forcing all kinds of weird looks on him. Knitted sweaters with cut off sleeves, weird forms and cuts, fabrics that didn’t complement each other – or just way too much for one look.

Tonight’s look was just one of many fashion disasters that Dieter had to endure because of his contracts. And rumors aside that he was a stuck up actor, you knew that he was actually way too nice to fire anyone himself.

You were close to break your clipboard in half – and if this hadn’t been a fashion event where (Thank God) so many worse looks were around, you would have gone home, fetched him a pair of his favorite jeans and a shirt and let him wear that.

But for now, your job was to watch from the sidelines until the appropriate time to leave arrived. You had to wait for his “ready to go” text to bring the car around. And you tried to hold your anger in check.

And there was one thing that was missing, which nobody but you would notice once the pictures were all over the internet and in magazines.

The smile in his eyes was missing, his heart not really in it.

*

Four hours later, after the designer who had dressed him watched with eyes of a hawk that the outfit he had worn was collected and nothing was missing, you entered one of the preparation rooms with a bag that held a change of clothes.

He was not allowed to keep the clothes this time – he had worn an outfit that totaled around 4,000 dollars today – and for once you were grateful for it.

“Thank God,” he groaned when he saw you with the bag. He was not wearing anything except his underwear now and you tried to focus on your job - not oggle him. He looked to see if the designer and his people were gone and waited for you to close the door before he fell down into one of the make-up chairs in his underwear.

“That was terrible! What did that man think, making me wear those shorts and that weird coat? I looked absolutely ridiculous.”

You had been through the “post photo-op routine” hundreds of times by now. Dieter would change into comfortable clothes, put on big sunglasses and a cap to make him as unrecognizable as possible – and then the car would pick you in a designated area behind the venue so you could go home without anyone seeing you.

“And what the hell did they do to my hair? I feel like someone dropped a bucket of glue on my head,” he whined. But you didn’t mind. He had every reason to whine. Lately the outfits chosen for him were just awful.

“Let’s get you home so you can wash it off,” you said, sending a text so that the driver could pull the car around. “And you’ve earned some take-out. What are you in the mood for?”

Dieter raised his brows in suspicion, cap in his hand.

“Take-Out? Normally you don’t indulge me when I have late night cravings.”

“We both need food tonight. I need some carbs after this shitshow,” you growled and didn’t meet his gaze.

Dieter didn’t say anything but followed you down the hall and to the secured parking lot.

*

The shower was running, and you heard Dieter groan as he stepped under the warm spray of water. Normally this would have you gulp and fantasize. You were long past the point of pretending that you did not have feelings for your boss – but tonight you had no time to imagine following him into the shower.

Tonight, you had a task to fulfill.

Take-Out ordered and on its way, you shoved the sleeves of your sweater up to your elbows and opened Dieter’s drawers and closet.

You started throwing every single piece of clothing this man owned onto his massive four poster bed. Tonight, you would get rid of any and all clothing that you knew Dieter only kept for appearances and had been gifts from designers but made him look weird. For a moment you had to remember the time when you started this job three years ago, when you had looked through his things to find his hidden drugs. But after you had gotten him through rehab, he had gone cold turkey and he hadn't taken anything since - and his career had skyrocketed as a result of his efforts.

Time to clean up again - this time to save his dignity, not his health.

You needed some pump-up music, so you started your usual work playlist and turned up the volume. “Supermassive Black Hole” by Muse seemed a good, blood pumping song for this kind of task.

The music was so loud that you didn’t notice Dieter coming out of the shower twenty minutes later until he stopped the music, and you turned around.

He was wearing a pair of well-loved comfortable pajama pants, no shirt, and his favorite cotton bathrobe. You could see his tattoos and his well-toned muscles – and the curve of his little belly.

“What are you doing?,” he asked, drying his hair with a fluffy bath towel before placing it around his neck and holding on to the ends. His hair was still damp, but the curls were coming back, finally free of the horrible hair glue they had been trapped under.

Dieter looked comfortable. He looked like himself. He looked happy.

“At first, I thought of just throwing away some of the stuff you’re never wearing. All the things that you don’t like, all the things that look ridiculous. But I’ve decided not to burn them or throw them away. Instead, we’re going to plan a charity auction.”

Dieter sat down on the only corner of the bed that was still free and looked at the heap of clothing on his bed. He looked confused, but he smiled.

“The look tonight was that bad, huh?”

You nodded.

“You know I don’t like what Lucile makes you wear. But she doesn’t work for me, she works for you. It’s not my business to deal with her. What I can do however as your assistant is make sure that at least at home and when you don’t have photoshoots, you can wear what makes you feel comfy.”

“And the charity thing?,” he asked, picking up a brown knitted vest he remembered wearing not long ago with a pair of weird pants, his lips pursed in distaste.

“Most of the things you have here are designer pieces that you’ve only worn once or twice and got to keep. I figured we could do some kind of Fan-Auction. They can owna piece from your wardrobe and the money will go to a good cause.”

His closet and drawers were empty now – even his underwear drawer – and you had ignored the box where you knew he kept his sex toys in.

You had prepared a big box already to put the clothes in that you could put into the auction – and the brown knitted vest was part of that, so you walked over to take it from him.

“I was thinking we could donate the money that comes in to the homeless charity that reached out. You know, the one your friend Zach works at now? With the money they could finally build that new shelter that they- “

How you suddenly ended up straddling Dieters legs, you didn’t know. Had he really just pulled you towards him?

His big puppy eyes were looking up at you. You were unsteady on your legs, so you had to grab onto his bathrobe for balance. One of his strong arms was around your waist, he other was cradling your neck.

The both of you were on the verge of toppling over onto the pile of clothes behind you.

“D-Dieter?”

He didn’t grin. He smiled. An honest smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m so lucky to have you look out for me,” he whispered before he brought your head towards him and captured your mouth with his.

You were so shocked that you completely forgot to react. But when you suddenly felt him retreat, you couldn’t allow it. Your grip on his lapels tightened and you drew him back in, deepening the kiss.

He responded with vigor, his grip around your body tightening. His arms wandered, one up your back, the other into your head to swivel you around and change the angle of the kiss. The shift made you stumble forward. You were now sitting in his lap, your knees resting on the mattress on either side of him, your legs off the floor.

Just as his tongue tentatively but playfully asked for entry into your mouth and you were about to grant him access, the shrill ringing of the doorbell brought you both back to reality.

The Take-Out had arrived.

You forced yourself to get off him.

Dieter sat there and you were way too good an assistant to miss what was going through his head. He was worried that he had fucked up. He was afraid you would tell him this kiss was a mistake. He sat there, arms still in the air where he had held you – waiting for you to say something.

Before hurrying out of his bedroom, you placed a kiss on his nose.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you said. “And afterwards, we’re going tackle this pile of clothes.”

“O-okay?,” he asked.

The outside world saw Dieter Bravo always putting on his bravado, flaunting his personality around. But in private, he was much softer, insecure – a man who just wanted to be liked by everyone.

“You’ll have to share my bed though,” you said, grinning. “There’s no way we’ll finish tonight.”

Dieter beamed.

“Yeah?”

“Positive. And for the record – I like you best when you’re wearing that bathrobe.”

*

AN: Someone needs to rescue Pedro....

[fatkish]

Last week of MHA villain polls.

We already have Bakugou facing a villain made specifically to challenge his past with bullying Izuku for being quirkless. This villain is a serial killer who kills the quirkless as a means of ‘saving’ them from torment

Now, with the highest vote percentage of 29%, we have Mirio and Tamaki facing a villain with social phobia(the fear of people and society) this ‘villain’ will be like Blue Diamond from Steven Universe as their quirk will be an emotional output quirk that effects those around them.

Now, for the last week of polls, here are the choices for villains that characters will face

Tokoyami Fumikage and Jin Bubaigawara: the villain these two will face will be similar to Marvel’s Carnage as well as Transformers TFA Blitzwing. The villain will have a sentient quirk that they are constantly arguing with, the quirk being hellbent on killing. The villain will have developed a second personality as a result of their quirk’s sentience, these 3 minds will constantly be fighting for control over their shared body.

Best Jeanist and Edgeshot: this villain would be similar to the mother spider demon from Demon Slayer. They would use webs to control people and use them as puppets. The villain would be a Heteromorph whose dream was to be a fashion designer/tailor but was rejected and discriminated against due to their appearance and looking like a spider.

Hawks and Mirko: this villain would be similar to Marvel’s the Avengers, Ultron as well as Marvel’s Magneto from the X-Men series. This villain would have a technological quirk that would basically allow them to be a technopath(controls technology via telepathy) and have a deep seeded hatred for hero society. They would have a similar mindset to Ultron, being that humanity is a lost cause and should be destroyed. They’d construct a small army of robots that they control. This villain would be similar to Hawks, as they too, were victims of the HPSC’s greed. They would have grown up in a program that was basically a trial run for Hawks’s childhood, suffering more than him since they were basically just trying to learn what works best.

[thyandrawrites]

how would you rate each of hawks' civilian outfits? 👀

Asks that test your memory djkdjfs I think I got most of his civilian outfits (excluding any that might've appeared in the spinoffs because I don't follow those)

So... I am a fashion disaster too irl so this will be mostly lighthearted teasing. Don't take me too seriously. Fashion can be very personal, but this is Hawks and my blog is not a bully-Hawks-free zone, so.

Here's my ranking from best to worst fit. I could've done it the other way around but what's the fun in that, right? 😂

7.

The "someone vetoed the actual suit I wanted to wear and we all must thank them for it" look

Alright don't judge me. It's very basic formal wear and all black is an easy choice for a man, but it does flatter him. I also like the red accents of the accessories. Another obvious choice to complement his wings, but. No one said I had good standards. Now if only he rolled up those sleeves. Smh

6.

The "if you don't look too closely you might miss all the trauma and backstabbing and think I'm a normal twenty-something" look

Ok full disclosure: I like bolero jackets. That's all. Fhhdhdhd

Iirc the anime had him wear his hero costume in this scene and that's a shame because this is probably the only time Hawks dressed his age. It's all very sleek and looks put together without much of an effort, and it looks good on him even if the color-coordination is very basic. But the casual look of the watch, headphones and sneakers combo adds a certain fuckboy touch to the fit. Which is so inexplicably funny because it's Hawks. Bxhdhdj but oh well. Whatever works, works

5.

The "I only look good because someone put shiny things on me" look

I was gonna put this more on top before realizing that without the jewelry he looks like he's on his way to the grocery store. That was probably by design since it's a modeling shot. I assume he was asked to dress plainly not to draw attention away from the advertised products, so I'll give him a pass.

But all that shiny metal looks amazing on him. I am a Dabi stan why are you surprised I like shiny things

4.

The "must be fashionable while committing retconned murder" look

I know what you're thinking. It's gaudy. I won't argue against that. But depending on its colors, the paisley jacket could've been a Look. Too bad Bones was a coward and cut it. I guess the year 2021 wasn't ready for Hawks' fashion choices

3.

The "oh no the postman was here and caught me in my pajamas" look

This one isn't even bad. It's just. Plain. Baby pls, you have a ton of money. At least put some color in your wardrobe

2.

The "all the money in my bank account can't buy common sense" look

Now we're actually getting into Hawks' peculiar fashion sense. I know there's a name for those big sneakers but he must like them because that's the second time we see him wear them.

What I find amusing about this is that all of those clothes kinda clash with each other. There's a lot going on with his torso in particular. He's wearing geometric patterns on his shirt, which would be eye-catching on its own, but then he trew on a cross between a travel jacket and... Skater-like streetwear, almost? Idk, I don't know the first thing about fashion but when I first saw this ensemble my eyes didn't know where to look lol

Also, those visors. They're not his usual work ones. He definitely put them on as an accessory. I guess he has a brand. Nerd.

1.

The "my strategy on my days off is to dress so ugly people don't look me in the eyes and thus can't ask me to work" look

Okay, I cheated. Pretty sure this outfit is from one of the movies, but I couldn't not include it. I had to leave you on an outfit that deals some kind of psychic damage, lest you thought my more moderate opinions hinted towards me thinking this man can dress himself

Anyway, this was fun. Thank you for the ask!