#or a long neck

[plush-rabbit]

Gang Orca Headcanons

Request: Can I have King Orca with a Small husband S/O SFW and NSFW headcannons?

A/N: I went to the beach today and I think he'd have a lot of fun there and would love to swim with you on his back and that's on me being self-indulgent because i can't swim(❁´◡`❁)

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SFW:

It isn’t that he’s particularly shy about the relationship, but rather that Kugo isn’t one to want to boast about being in a relationship. Of course, he wants to show you off, to dress you in fancy clothes and take you to the banquets held for heroes, or take you to nice restaurants and bring you flowers for every outing, but he isn’t one for those big showcases. It all feels wrong for him, that it isn’t him. He takes you out and he holds your hand, but he can never seem to bring himself to kiss you in any sort of way- no kiss on the top of your head, or on your hand, or his snout pressed against your face. It’s something that he doesn’t want people to see. He has no qualms about you kissing him, in fact, he looks forward to feeling you lift his hand and kiss the back of it, or even reach up and cup his face with your hands.

On your dates, the hero likes to take you out- to have you enjoy whatever it is that you want. Whether it’s to go on a walk through the plaza or in the street lined with vendors he wants to see you enjoy yourself. When in public, it’s common to find him attached to you, hardly ever leaving your side and a part of him teases that it’s because you’d get lost in the sea of people, but really, he just likes to have you close to him, knowing that he can protect you. He wants you to rely on him in the way that he relies on you- he wants you to find comfort in him, to know that you can go to him whenever you need and that you don’t have to worry about getting a step ladder to reach the tallest shelf, because he’ll be there for you. He wants you to rely on him and he’d show that through his wealth and his commitment towards you, going out of his way to know that with him, you don’t have to worry about anything since he’d be there to catch you.

It may not seem like it, but he’s rather playful with others. His air of authority dissipates when around you, his grin wide and tone with a lilt at the ends of his words. It isn’t meant to be in mean spirits, but he does love to tease you about your height. He’ll cup your face in his hands, fingers splayed towards the back of your head as your cheeks squish together, commenting on how you’re so small, and why you’re like that with a little coo in his voice. He gives you all sorts of nicknames in private, a swell of pride in his chest when you respond to them and coo back your own nicknames for him. His hands often just find themselves resting on the crown of your head, covering you completely in a  way that you never seem to mind. It comes so naturally for him to always be touching you, that he can’t help using you as a makeshift armrest.

You’re so much smaller than him, your hands barely covering his palm, and your wrists small enough that he can wrap his hand around it, and have his own fingertips curl over the back of his fingers. There’s a sort of wonder in his eyes everytime he holds your hand, the tip of his index scratching over the lines on your palm and the ones that cut horizontally over the back of your knuckles. He loves to hold your hand and compare sizes, muttering under his breath how you’re so small. You’re much frailer than him, his quirk gives him such a boost of power that he’s so careful around you, treating you like glass under his fingertips. He holds you softly, tightening his grip on your little by little, feeling your own arms around him tight and bursting with all the strength that you could muster.

Kugo’s stature towers over most people due to his quirk, and you are not exempt from that. He’s tall, and his fin makes him look even more so. He knows where he stands in hero society, a society with quirks, a published article even going as far to comment at how much of a villain he looks like. And yet, you still look up at him with a smile, clinging to him during movie nights, wanting to be held by him. He knows who he is, and he knows how he looks, and despite all that, you still want to be with him. He takes good care of you. His salary as a hero is immense, and he spends it on you. If you’ve ever commented on wanting something, he’s quick to go ahead and find it for you, putting the item in a nice bag and fluffing it with colored tissue paper. 

NSFW:

Kugo’s size affects many of his daily activities; from clothes having to be tailored to fit his build, to cars that can feel a bit snug, to sex. He is a massive man, in every way and shape. Before any type of penetration, he makes sure that you have at least climaxed once or twice beforehand. His nails are sharpened to the point that claws would be an accurate way to describe his hands, so any type of penetration is either done with a toy to stretch you or with his cock- possibly tongue at times. He doesn’t want you to feel any type of discomfort and was very hesitant onwards having sex with you in fear that he would harm you. Stretching you beforehand with a toy makes it so much easier to slip into you without fear that he’d tear something. 

Due to his size, he can be rather rough. While he’s done his best to hold back, there are moments where his strength overcomes him. He can be rough without intending to be- a grip on your waist may appear in a purple mark that spreads against your hip bone. He’ll turn you over to bury your face into the mattress, your drool darkening the comforter under you as he holds onto your hips, his tongue fat in your hole, stretching and spilling with spit down your thighs in heavy, syrupy strands. He can feel you squirm, shaking your body and muffling your cries into the bed under you, and you’re bucking yourself much too eagerly against him. His hands give you a squeeze, claws pinching into your soft flesh and dotted with crimson. The next morning, with your body tuckered out and the blanket covering the middle of your back, he takes a peek, a voyeuristic one at first, until he notices the bruising starting to take color, and finds a warmth of arousal jolt at his awakening cock. 

Whether it’s calling you pretty or moaning, something is always echoed out into the room. He’s a vocal man, making some type of noise that has the tips of your ears burning with a fever. There’s something rather erotic about hearing such a poised man become so vulgar, grunting out like a cat in heat, his nails leaving lines in it’s wake as you can feel everything happening in you. He can never find a way to be quiet, telling you in a sinful voice about how soft you feel, wrapped so tightly around him, how he can feel you clench around him and that it’s making his head spin. His voice is low, a husky tone to it that makes the words feel rougher than the bruising grip on your hip. It’s this innate urge in him to want to tell you how pretty you are with tears in your eyes, that he can see how he’s bullying out of you, and that he’s so proud that you can take nearly all of him and still look so endearing with spit and tears shining on your face. 

You clasp onto anything of him whether he’s on top or you are, scratching at his smooth skin, your nails barely able to make a dent in him. You kiss his lips, muttering seconds before how you want a kiss, grasping onto his shoulders, dragging your hands down his biceps, hooking your hands on the crook of his elbows. He adores you when you touch him. He could get drunk on how needy and feverish you are, unable to think straight, pulling him close to you and moaning about how good he feels. On this type of high, he’s much too sensitive, feeling every way your insides are pushed, how they cling and stick to him, the grooves of your walls and your rim clenching around the base of his cock. In a sitting position with your legs locked around him, your hands find their way to his back, fingertips brushing along the base of his dorsal fin and he’s bucking sharply inside of you. His find is far too sensitive, reacting in a way that feels as if he blood is pulsing enough for you to see.

With his quirk giving him enhanced strength and enhanced stamina, Kugo can go for multiple rounds before he tires. It’s rare for him to actually get tired, and he doesn’t usually go for as long as he could. He’s satisfied with just orgasming a few times, as long as you’re satisfied. He’s deep in you, seeing your dazed face, and open mouth, your sex dripping with cum weakly, in spurts that hold no real potency for much. He pulls away, letting the seed that is already buried deep in you, squelch out of you in a wet sound. You’re barely cognitive, slurring your words and reaching out for him, but you’ve been much too abused, your hole fluttering around nothing and rimmed with red from the stretch, and lowers your hands. Once you’ve calmed down and your body isn’t as sensitive as it was before, he’s bringing a cotton towel to clean you, shushing you when you try to grab at his still erect cock. He can go for hours without a doubt, but he’s already satisfied, lying beside you and bringing your flushed body close to his.

[clevercrumbish]

Terfism is targeted at radicalising older-middle-aged women in order to sever the otherwise naturally-forming bond that makes trans women and older-middle-aged cis women the strongest of comrades via our shared interests and experiences.

[demaparbat-hp]

Kintsugi is the art of decorating your scars with pieces of Agni.

In the Fire Nation, the amount of golden marks are a sign of status. Only the Royal Family can afford to seal every single wound with Kintsugi. Such is the weight of this tradition that, among the ones with Agni's blood, it is the highest mark of dishonor to have a natural scar, for it proves you aren't worthy of the privilege.

After the Agni Kai, Ozai forbid Zuko's scar to be sealed with Kintsugi. The boy wasn't worth his title, his traditions or his pride. Zuko would be broken, but he wouldn't be beautiful. Not anymore.

(And sometimes it's easier to pretend he never was)

[oh-wow-its-wordgirl]

Friendship is pony….? My little magic!?

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[pearl-kite]

I made a pillow!

It took four months of non-stop cross-stitching, but I finally finished a pattern I bought from @8pxl a little bit ago, and tonight in a bizarre burst of productivity I finally sewed a back to it and stuffed it into a cute little pillow! It ended up being pretty much perfectly sized for a neck pillow, but I'm a bit worried about it getting dirty that way.

I highly recommend the patterns from 8xpl's shop, there are SO many gorgeous ones to choose from. I might end up getting another one soon o3o

[cursed-coat-of-homosexuality]

Okay so uhhh... visions came upon me and this was the result lol

Based on this absolute atrocity (affectionate... kind of)

[ID: A fourteen panel comic done in grayscale based on a Twitter thread from David Jenkins.

First panel: Neil Gaiman is surrounded by a crowd of fans, a bright spotlight is shining on top of him. One of the fans points a microphone in his direction and says "Mr. Gaiman! How would describe season two using only three words?"

Second panel: A close up shot of Neil, he smiles and says "Uhh... I'd say it's quiet, gentle, and romantic". "Romantic" is written in a flourished cursive font. There are little floating red hearts surrounding him.

Third panel: A shot of the crowd of fans saying "Awww" in unison, there are little hearts floating around. They find it adorable.

Fourth panel: A black screen titled "At David Jenkins' Twitter"

Fith panel: David Jenkins is sitting in table far away from the point of view, at the center of the image, a spotlight is shining on top of him. There is a crowd of fans forming a semi-circle around him, they are squished against one another, stoping at the little fence that is surrounding the table . A fan standing near the front says " I LOVE U... three words to describe season 2?"

Sixth panel: A close up shot of David Jenkins, he is sitting with both elbows proped up on the table, supporting his head with his hands. The harsh light is shining in on him, he looks serious and solemn. His head is tilted down but his eyes are looking directly at the camera, the whites of his eyes make a stark contrast against his shadowed figure. He says " Fucking sweet...".

Seventh panel: The shot is arranged in the same way as in fifth panel. David Jenkins is far away, sitting at his table , the fans are surrouding him in a semi-circle. The fan near the front replies "Give us one more word David"

Eight panel: A huge shock wave tilts the crowd back. All lights are out, except for the spotlight shining in on David Jenkins. David's arms are unnaturally elongated in a spider-like way, fiercely gripping the table with both hands.

Ninth panel: David lauches into the crowd. The point of view remains the same, but now his head is extremely close up the camera. He emphatically says "FUCKING"

Tenth panel: The scene is seen from the side, now we can see that David still remains sitting at his table, but his neck is extended in a long unnatural arch. He is directly looking at the fan from before, his head on top of them. The fan still has the microphone poiting in David's direction. A new spotlight is shining in on both of them. David says, "SWEET"

Eleventh panel: A close up shot of the crowd. The camera lies a little ways below David's head, only the bottom of it is visible. We see that the fan with the microphone is crouched and almost completely tilted back. The fan is looking directly at Jenkins. The crowd continues squished together, watching intently with shocked faces. David continues, saying "YOU"

Thirteenth panel: The shot is arranged in the same way as in the previous panel. David continues, saying "SLUTS". The letters are written in an emboldened font. The crowd is completely shocked, but also weirdly flattered, all of them are blushing.

Fourteenth panel: David Jenkins goes back to sitting at his table, in a movement similar to a metal spring coiling up again after being streched out. He is sitting far away from the camera, at the center of the image. The fans forming a semi-circle around him. They continue blushing, with some assorted murmurs of bafflement as in "oh my god", "dude what" and "why". /END ID]

[canisalbus]

sometimes i think about natural hair machete

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[onenicebugperday]

Long-necked shining fungus beetle, Diatelium wallacei, Staphylinidae (Rove Beetles)

Photographed in Borneo by isabetabug

[aerplain]

little sketches i forgot about <3

[hollyshotties]

[il-predestinato]

A comparison of neck strength, F2 driver vs. F1 driver:

Charles Leclerc (bottom panel) is able to hold his neck steady as he navigates through S1; his head follows the direction of his travel - i.e. as he makes a left turn, he looks to the left. Meanwhile, fatigue has set in for Ollie Bearman (top panel), and his neck is unable to hold his head up; therefore, as he makes a left turn, the lateral G forces push his head to the opposite side.

An impressive example of how physically demanding F1 is as a sport! Don't ever let anyone tell you that these guys are not true athletes.

🎥: F1TV on-boards, 2024 Saudi Arabian Grand Prix (Lap 41)

[triptych-of-voids]

and the cycle repeats

[conniemcfalcon]

A good old-fashioned lover boy 💘

(the turtleneck look murdered me)

[bluegiragi]

sometimes ghost just needs to block out everything that isn't johnny.

[samipekoe]

commissionnn