#cleft chin = villain?

[3d-itsshowtime]

Why do most of the male villains in Studio Ghibli look like this?

Cleft chin = Ghibli Villain

#ghibli films #studio ghibli #ghibli villain #cleft chin #cleft chin = villain? #nausicaä of the valley of the wind #laputa #laputa castle in the sky #porco rosso

[lvminae]

Whoever made the X5 design of Sigma was cooking and tbh? Would.

#asher.txt #look. look. he is. robot. big. interesting villain. #the cleft chin is eeeh for me but.. im warming up to him #also uuuh size difference. nods sagely.

[letters-unsending]

No. 50

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Hero and Villain, fake relationship

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“How are you feeling, dear?”

“My ears keep ringing,” Hero sighed, tucking his icepack further into his neck, “and don’t call me dear. There’s not a soul who needs to hear that anymore. It’s just us.”

“Oh, it’s just us, isn’t it?” Villain smiled and leaned back their head, as if in bliss. The movement exposed a dark cleft of red. A cut ran like spilled wine down from their lips and to the gully of their clavicle, and it gleamed with a satin sheen, obscenely fresh. Hero averted his eyes.

“Yes, just us,” Hero agreed, indulging in Villain’s cryptic mood, “unless we’ve got ourselves a visitor you’re not telling me about.”

“I would tell you. I’ll always tell you,” Villain turned their head back down, leveling Hero with a stare, “this is our home after all.”

Hero stared back and wondered if his ears were ringing Villain’s words into nonsense. Beneath his gaze, Villain sprawled, languid and liquid as a cat, in their armchair.

They’d bought the chair–a chaise so high-backed it looked like it’d grown wings–the first week of their contract and displaced the original furniture that had come with the pre-furnished house. Quickly thereafter, they’d taken to redecorating the rest of their temporary rooms with utmost fervor. Decor spilled out, the chair its center point: fur rugs, velvet throws, glass-shaded lamps.

“You can keep the house,” Hero blurted, “it's not ours anymore. Contract’s over.”

“My, how generous,” Villain smiled wider, snake-like, and Hero feared they would bleed from the strain, “would you really leave this all to me?”

“Sure, you seem comfortable here,” Hero shrugged, “you put a lot of time into the place. I don’t want to get in the way.”

“You’ve decorated over the past year as well. Don’t give me all the credit, darling.” Villain waved their hand, nails flashing in the light. Following their fingers, Hero recognized his coat tossed over the back of Villain’s chair. Pens and papers, which he’d sworn to clean up, lay sprawled over the oil-dark coffee table.

“I only left a mess. That’s hardly decor.”

“It could never be a mess.” Villain reached a hand back and rested their palm over Hero’s coat. “I enjoy your additions. They make the place feel lived in.”

“Lived in,” Hero echoed, “guess it helped with our cover. Probably made this whole sham marriage look real enough.”

Villain’s face turned flat. The curl of their smile snapped like elastic, pinching into a terse line, and a bead of blood rounded their chin as they spoke.

“Why are you still wearing the ring?”

Hero let go of the icepack and it tumbled into a heap in his lap. “If it bothers you, I’ll just go on and take it off.”

“It does not.” Villain drawled, sweeping out their hand. “I am far from bothered.”

Their ring and its exquisite gem fluoresced upon their finger, a beacon casting its gleam over the mountain of their knuckles.

“It just, you know, feels wrong to take it off after so long.” Hero muttered, squeezing at his wrist. “I even have tanline from it.”

Villain smiled again, soft, but their skin still broke. Blood slipped along the underside of their jaw and Hero swallowed; he could almost feel it roll down his own throat.

“You shouldn’t have taken the bandage off.”

Hero glanced once more at his ring, before pushing himself off his chair. Pain shot like a bolt through his wrist. Staggering, he snagged a tissue from a box on the coffee table and then shuffled toward Villain, who met his approach with gleam in their eye.

“I don’t like being restricted.” Villain explained as Hero propped his hip into the chair arm and leaned over. “I couldn’t speak or move my head with that infernal contraption on.”

“Must’ve been hard for you to be so quiet.” Hero grabbed Villain’s chin and tilted their head back. “You had a long time for reflection in that hospital, didn’t you? Might be why you’re being so odd.”

“I didn’t need time to reflect,” Villain murmured, suddenly quiet, “I have considered this for a long time.”

“And what have you considered?” Hero set the tissue upon Villain’s skin, feigning focus, avoiding Villain’s gaze crawling shamelessly over his face.

“You.”

“Me?” Hero dabbed their throat, careful of the scab. He moved his steadying hand to the side of Villain’s neck.

“The both of us, [Hero].” Villain grabbed Hero’s wrist, draping their fingers and the gleaming ring over his arm, trapping Hero’s touch to his throat. Their carotid pulse drummed against his fingertips. “You see, my dear, I want to keep living in this house. I want to keep my ring. You must understand what I mean when I say this.”

“[Villain], you couldn’t possibly–”

“Will you stay?”

#writeblr #villain #writing prompt #hero #prompt #villain prompt #writing #hero prompt #hero x villain #drabble #fake relationship #fake marriage #hero and villain #heroes and villains #Hero and Villain team up #tw: blood #hero whump #villain whump #idk they’re both in pain

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fresh Pain

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍭🍭🍭

Hot pain shoots down your arm. You groan as you wiggle your fingers and give up. It hurts too much. You gnash your teeth and whimper. You puff through your nose as agony courses through your muscles.

The gunshot echoes in your mind. Birdy. You should’ve known she’d blab. You really didn’t think she was that stupid. Why couldn’t she just keep her mouth shut?

You sigh. What can you do now? Stay angry? She might deserve it but not as much as they fuckwads who took you. 

“You’re not helping yourself,” the man says as he rouses in the chair. He sits up and stretches his neck. “You tense up like that and it’s only gonna get worse.”

“Like you give a shit,” you growl. “Easier to trade us like cattle if we can’t fight back.”

He snickers, “well, I did tell him not to fire into the goddamn car but I think he did us all a favour clipping your wing.”

Your eyes roll back and you curl your lip. His arrogance reminds you of Sam in a way, but there’s less humour there. He’s king shit among the shitlords.

“So, how much am I worth? Is it a bundle deal?”

He pokes his tongue out, gliding it over his lower lip as he runs his index down the cleft in his chin. He’s amused. You’re not.

“You know, I don’t think there’s a price worthy of you. As much as I could use the pocket change.”

“Bullshit. You’re working for them. I know a goddamn pig when I see one.”

“Ex-pig. Fed.” He explains, “pays a lot more to work for myself.”

“Oh, yeah,” you wince and hiss as another pang coils in your arm, “and what about the other two?”

“Business partners.”

“Oh, if you asked me, I would’ve thought the other one with the shit stache was the leader. You fall in line right behind his greasy ass, don’t you?”

He rumbles, half a growl, half a chuckle. He leans forward, hands clutched together, “you’re trying to provoke me.”

“If this is a job to you, you should finish it,” you sneer, “arm hurts so bad, you’d be doing me a favour.”

“And what about your friends? You don’t care about them? You haven’t even asked.”

“I don’t gotta ask,” you suck in a breath and shake a hand in front of your arm, not daring to touch your wrapped wound, “goddamn it. God… urgh.”

“I told you to relax,” he chides.

“Hard to fucking relax with a jackass sitting in the corner like a goddamn Bond villain.”

“August,” he stands, “if you’re wondering. And you’re Candy. Fitting, you are a sweet thing, aren’t you?”

Your eyes list away and you drop your head back weakly. He’s irritating, almost as much as Sam. This is why you sold a dream to mean and not the real thing.

“I got some painkillers,” he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, “if you ask nicely, I could slip you a few. Strong stuff, too.”

You glare at him. You’re not stupid. A bullet wound isn’t going to save you. It’s just another disadvantage.

“I’m good,” you snip.

“Strong, I like it. Stubborn, don’t like that so much,” he traces his fingers along your shoulder, “but that face balances the tables, don’t it?”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hmph, aren’t you a picky bitch?” He scoffs and grips your arm, squeezing until you shriek. You kick as lightning shoots up to the joint and ripples through your flesh. “I’m tryna be a nice guy here and you’re not helping, are you?”

“Fucker–”

He rips his hand away from your arm and taps your cheek. Not a full slap but enough to sting. He frames your chin and forces your head straight.

“Enough of that. I don’t like girls with ugly mouths,” he seethes as he leans in.

“Talk about an ugly mouth,” you retort.

He shoves you back, slipping his hand down to your neck. He squeezes and pins you to the pillows. You cough, arm thrumming until you squeak. As if this couldn’t be worse. A new set of psychos to deal with.

“You got two choices, cupcake. I can feed you some pills or something else. All I’m asking is for a little gratitude. Just… be nice.”

You furrow your nose defiantly. A scream curdles in the air and permeates through the wall. Birdy. As much as you hate her, you don’t want her to be hurt. Your eyes flit to the door and you try to sit up without thinking. He keeps you down without effort.

“She’ll be fine,” he bends over you, close enough that his breath wraps around you, “as long as you behave.”

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x candy #au #sweet treats #mission impossible: fallout #series #dark!fic #drabble #drabble series

[vintagecandyshop]

SO LET ME TALK ABOUT THE VILLAIN FROM WISH

Spoilers (barely) ( I haven't even seen the movie just the music video )

I need to rant about this ok

The problem is obvious at a glance, right? How did they manage this I don't understand-- I really feel like the most damning issue with Disney's modern art style is that they are petrified... of making someone look ugly. Ugly by their standards. Or the 3D art style limited their ability to, at least. Like, what always made the villains in classic Disney so much more iconic than just a background character or sometimes even the protagonist is that they were willing to cut loose and make "extreme" body types and facial shapes, since they had the freedom of making a character you weren't supposed to like. Dr Facilier being what most consider the last classic Disney villain, had an incredibly oddly shaped face, he was spindly and lanky in a way that made him expressive but conveyed that he was not soft or warm. Gaston, another character meant to be comically attractive, had a massive cleft chin, sharp little eyes that could be charming when happy but turned ice cold when angry, and this exaggeratedly triangle-esque upper body. But look at him? Magnifico?? Eyes much too big and bubbly for a villain design, they can't convey anger at all, completely mundane and forgettable features, ( it doesn't even scream "cartoon man that is handsome" to me except maybe the unusually long eyelashes?) they did absolutely nothing memorable with the shape of his hair, his body type, even his clothes offer nothing totally unique to his silhouette like say-- Malificient's dragon wing cloak. And I blame the 3D animation department for this, honestly I do. How much do you wanna bet that he had some amazing concept art design and the second he had to be translated to 3D he lost all his personality and iconic shapes? Its this obsession with pretty, soft roundness and realistic facial structures that have to logically move on a rigged 3D model that just sucks the life out of their villains istg.

And his villain song? Ugh.... yknow its not..... terrible? My first response was " I could listen to this without being annoyed " but the thing is-- I can listen to it because its just a normal pop song. A pop song about an unusually aggressive and narcissistic man, but its not a musical number. It doesn't convey anger and spite and entitlement and cruelty-- not without stopping itself with a self aware joke. Its bland and inoffensive and overly modern just like his design, just like the way he talks, just like everything about the film.

#ok i'm done #back to art commissions pfft #chatter

[gender-snatched]

So in the Fairly Odd Parents there's this dude named the Crimson Chin and he's a literal comic book character and he's Timmy's favorite, so Timmy makes a wish to be in the comic which results in him becoming a literal reoccurring character in these comics called Cleft and it's a robin scenario right

Anyways in one ep the Crimson Chin gets all soft and romantic bc he wants a girlfriend, so Timmy made a wish and his fairies created the literal perfect woman for the Chin. And it's great! They're in love! But it turns out Timmy hates romance comics and that's what the series has become.

So he tries to wish the woman out of existence but he can't bc there are rules stating that you can't wish for anyone to fall in or out of love, right? So Timmy manually sets up shit to break the poor woman's heart. Which results in her becoming one of the Chin's villains, leaving the Chin in a literal depressive state

jues fucking christ timmy

[sprinklina]

UMMM splatoon cookie.s splatcookies if you will :3 AU BY @skookiess hiii hiello waves with my sprinklina shaped hand

ALL THE IMAGE IDS BELOW! !!!! sorry if therue poopy its 3 am

first image id: three headshots of licorice, poison mushroom, and dark choco. licorice has anenome tentacles to represent his long, thick wavy hair. it is split down the middle and covers the left side of his face. he is looking to the right unamusedly. the title above him says 'Beloved Villain', and below it says Anenome. next to licorice is poison mushroom. they have very curly hair reaching their ears, and a cleft lip. they have very big puppy-dog eyes and are holding their hands up to what would be their chest. the title above them says 'Soft Toxic-Mist User' and below says 'jellyfish..? / jelly-ling maybe'. next to them is dark choco. he has long tentacles to resemble his hair. it comes down to below his chin, and is looking off to the right. his left eye is closed with a scar running through it. the title above him says 'Persistent Expert' and below says 'inkling'. end id.

second image id: one large headshot of pomegranate cookie and one smaller drawing of sorbet shark and squid ink together. pomegranate cookie has chin-length hair, with axolotl's external gills to represent her hair buns. she has big glasses on and is looking to the right dissapointed. the title above her says 'Lethal Secretary' and below says 'axolotl'. the next drawing has sorbet smiling wide, with an arm extended up. squid ink is in front of them partially hiding them from view. sorbet has shorter hair with a spike to resemble a shark fin, while squid ink has middle-parted tentacles that somewhat cover their face. sorbet exclaims 'YAAAY!' while squid ink has big teary eyes and gnaws on a coin. end id.

third image id: the text 'dark team VS my team' is in a box above the comic. licorice is looking at the camera, unbothered, and pointing his thumb behind him to gesture to the other team. he says 'No, yeah, we'll be fine. / I heard they debuffed Kraken.' end id.

fourth image id: continuation of the comic. squid ink and caramel arrow talk while caramel looks off screen. she says 'Kick his ass, squid ink.' squid ink looks at her nervously, holding a coin up to cover their mouth, replying '...ok.' end id.

fifth image id: continuation of the comic. squid ink transforms to their special attack form, which is a gigantic squid. they are very teary eyed and say 'sorry'. theres a lot of space between 's' and the rest of the word. end id.

sixth image id: continuation of the comic. licorice looks up off screen, presumably at squid ink, with a wide eye and raised shoulders. he replies 'Oh. Okay.' these words are written in all capitals. end id.

seventh image id: continuation of the comic. pomegranate and captain caviar sitting on the sidelines. pomegranate looks at her phone, with the 'sarcastically' written above her dialog in brackets. she says 'Woo. Go team.' captain caviar is next to her with wide eyes and jaw dropped. the text next to him reads '... / That's me kid.' end id.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #splatoon #splatcookies #<- I DONT KNOW WHAG TO CALL IT but thatlll be my tag #IM SO SLEEPY boygirls have it rough thees days #sprinklina art tag #uuue :3

[actualhttpaladin]

Val-Yor

My favorite show as a kid was Teen Titans. Growing up wanting to be someone people liked or someone who people could rely on for a laugh, I automatically could see myself in Beast Boy. And that was a part of their goal in the show, after all. To let kids see themselves in it. It is, after all, why they never explicitly state which Robin is Robin in any form of writing or dialogue. It was to help kids relate to the young heroes who would be closer in age to their chosen demographic, rather than the demographic of their older audience in the original.

With the exception of Starfire, each character had their own season as well. Robin dealt with pressures from authority figures and himself. Terra dealt with her capabilities and fitting in. Cyborg dealt with what it means to be human and to grow up. Raven dealt with identity. Starfire didn't get her own season, however. There was to be a sixth season and while it didn't get made, there was one episode that stuck out to me, even as a kid.

Season 4, Episode 6. Troq. They meet this hero named Val-Yor who is fighting an alien force named The Locrix, and the Titans aid him in a mission to fight them. He gets along with everyone in some way, as he is this paramount heroic, charismatic, cleft chin space hero. He even has nicknames for them all. But while he calls Robin "Spike", Raven "Sunshine", Beast Boy "Champ", and Cyborg "Metal Butt", he refers to Starfire as Troq.

"I don't need help from a stupid Troq."

"You getting all this, Troqqie?"

"This is a job for you, Troqqie."

Right before Starfire prepares for a mission, Val-Yor is asked why he can't move the mines himself. He says he could, but he needs to be inside to navigate the ship, and that Starfire's people can withstand the hostile conditions of space. Cyborg asks Starfire if she's okay to go through with the mission, and Starfire replies that she wants to prove her usefulness. Once again, Val-Yor refers to her as Troq, and Cyborg asks what that means. Starfire explains that it means nothing. Starfire moves mines out of the way of the spaceship, but accidentally sets one off on its counter. She pushes it out of the way, much to everyone's surprise, and her team's relief, and when she returns Cyborg is there to greet her:

"Way to go, Troqqie!"

SF: "You do not call me that!"

Cy: "But Val-Yor calls troq all the time."

SF: "That does not make it right."

Cy: "What's up? I thought you said it didn't mean anything."

SF: "No. I said it means nothing. When Val-Yor calls me troq, he is saying I am worthless. A nothing."

Cy: "Star..."

SF: "There are those on other planets who feel Tamaranians are inferior. "Troq" is what they call us."

Cy: "So he's calling you a terrible name. And you know if you punch him out it'll just confirm all the bad stuff he thinks about you."

SF: "Yes. You know what it feels like to be judged simply because of how you look?"

Cy: "'Course I do. I'm part robot. Lets go find Robin."

SF: "Wait. Perhaps we should inform Robin later."

Cy: "He'd want to know now."

At this, she smiles. They tell Robin the truth behind the word, and when Robin starts to go to tell Val-Yor off, she tells him no. "Our mission is more important than my feelings." They land on the planet and eventually succeed on their mission to destroy the episode's monster-of-the-week villain. Throughout it, however, Val-Yor continues to chide at Starfire, who has elected to go alongside him to aid him directly. And still, at every moment, the slur comes out, regardless of what she assistance she has provided. Even inviting her to stay near a bomb as it blows. Val-Yor gets caught in a trap, however, and Starfire saves him. "You may not value my life, but I still value yours."

Val-Yor attempts to thank the team, but they tell her to thank Starfire. Its this conversation that sticks out in my head.

VY: "Thank you, Starfire. I have to admit, you're not bad for a tr-. Tamaranian. You must be one of the good ones."

SF: "No, the fact that I rescued you does not make me any better than other Tamaranians."

VY: "Look, I'm trying to pay you a compliment."

Raven: "Then why does it still sound like an insult?"

VY: "Spike, you understand. I didn't mean anything by it, it's just—"

Robin: "Val-Yor, I think it's time for you to go."

VY: "I thought you earthlings were alright. I guess I was wrong. You're just like the troqs."

Robin, to Starfire: "I'm sorry Val-Yor treated you like that. If I'd known, I never would have let it happen."

Cy: "None of us would."

SF: "There is nothing you could have done. There will always be people who say mean words because you are different. And sometimes their minds cannot be changed. But there are many more people who not judge others based on how they look or where they are from. Those are the people whose words truly matter." And the episode ends.

Its been seventeen and a half years since that episode aired. I was 12, and it still plays in my mind. Racism doesn't always look like a red hat, and it doesn't always announce itself to you. Sometimes it endears itself to those close to you while giving you the harsh word out of earshot. Sometimes its someone who your loved ones care for too.

Racism is the kid who told my little brother that he's a dog because he's Filipino, but its also the church goer who says I'm beautiful because I'm half-white. Racism is when my very English name is changed once the college examiner sees my skin tone. Racism is being told I don't sound Asian. Racism is having a girl show interest in me because she has yellow fever, but then dumping me when I'm not “the right kind of Asian.” Racism is people accepting I'm failing an English class because my mother speaks Tagalog.

I still play that episode in my mind, almost weekly. I remember other cartoons and shows that had their one-off episode on racism, and how almost always, someone changed their view. But in this one, despite what I may disagree about it, the antagonist didn't change. Because sometimes you don't change people. Some people won't accept me no matter what I do. Some people wrap themselves up in the guise of friendship. And some people show me, and only me, what they're really like.

Some people reveal themselves to be Val-Yor.

#teen titans

[arkvayth]

Toon-Tober - Day 16: Villain

Went with an easy one today and drew Stahd von Zarovich from D&D. I don’t know much about the character, but drawing him was a lot easier than drawing Vecna, Acererak, or Tiamat.

I kinda drew inspiration from Teutron’s rendition of the vampire in House of Hell and gave him a coat and nose similar to Count Orlock’s.

I’m not sure if I’ll return to the 12th-15th parts of Toon-Tober, (even just as sketches) but I’ll try my best to do the rest of the month’s pictures.

#digital art #inktober #toon-tober #toontober #old cartoons #old cartoon style #d&d #d&d fanart #d&d art #strahd #curse of strahd #vampire #wine glass #coat #cravat #fangs #cleft chin #pie eyes #villain

[amlovelies]

feel free to ignore this or to only do some haha but i'm curious about 🌌 for all of them 🙈

oh goodness pd you're making me work today aren't you?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

answers under the cut since there will be a lot of them 😊

dinah(twc)- answered here

emma(twc)- I wanted a scaredy cat detective. someone who would hide when there was danger and was really just too soft for the world she's been pulled into. I also wanted to romance Nat and I thought her overprotective streak would pair well with a more anxious detective. and I wanted her to have a cleft chin! that was very important to me

kira(twc)-when I first started playing ifs I was making a different oc for every ro and as a result they weren't always very distinct from each other personality wise. kira was pretty much just another dinah to try on adam's solo route. she's developed more and become more distinct since then though.

Riley(twc)-I was inspired by samira wiley who I think is just so beautiful. riley is one of my few ocs who actually has a face claim. I did want her to also have glasses and be plus sized but with similar facial features to samira

cynthia(fhr)- my friend cristal was a big inspiration for how cynthia looks! cynthia didn't really come to life until after I'd played rebirth a few times and finally played the retribution demo. the braid scene destroyed me and just gave me such bad brain rot. so basically the first thing I decided about cynthia is that she is so very in love with julia (I mean aren't we all at this point?)

vesper(fhr)- answered here

curtis(fhr)- my inspiration for curtis was to make a step who used humor a lot to deflect. one who doesn't take anything too seriously. I was planning on setting up for the chen/ortega throuple but it just didn't really vibe. I was really stuck on curtis for while I couldn't really figure him out. I knew I wanted humor to be a part of his whole things and for him to choose sidestep as a villain name because I hadn't tried that yet. it took a long time to come together but I absolutely love how he has developed

Romi(fhr)- okay so this one is a little embarrassing. the original plan was for romi to have a secret crush with julia. lots of pining and that whole queer expereince of being in love with your best friend but it taking a long time to figure that out and then being afraid of ruining things. anyways the first thing I choose was her name which is a play off of romeo to go with julia/juliet. but then I chose the wrong thing and ended up with ricardo 🤷‍♀️

James(fhr)- I created james when I was having a hard time connecting to romi. the first thing I decided was that I wanted him to have a mirror image puppet so I could explore that content in the game

Addie(a6)- I was thinking about the music box that the traveler has and decided I wanted to have mine be a dancer so that there was a deeper connection to this one piece that she has from her old life.

Narni(a6)- I needed a mean oc to butt heads with cal and damien. first thing I decided was that I wanted them to have like purple skin because purple is the best color

Daen(a6)- they aren't super developed tbh. I wanted a human traveler since I had the other races. I wanted him to be a jokester, generally good natured and always down for a good time

jay nordsen(tnp)- answered here

lark barrow(greenwarden)- first thing I decided was that they would have a shaved head because at the time I really wanted to shave my head and could do so vicariously through an if

sozan(atoc)- I'd already played through what was available of atoc at the time so I was thinking what sort of character would be interesting/how I could see a person reacting to what we knew of the story so far. I wanted her to be a survivor more than anything else. they've spent most of their life on the run which has made them blunt and a little rough around the edges.

bernie wiseman(mindblind)- I heard about sally's route and knew I had to play it. bernie is super underdeveloped. first thing I decided about her was probably her name bernadette and nickname bernie because I thought it would be super cutere

bethany blake (body count)-I needed to romance charlie. honestly the first thing I decided about her was the she would be anxious and probably so ill cut out to go on a reality show

kenna of shadows end- no real inspiration beside wanting to try out manerkol's romance route. first thing I decided was that she would be plus sized and have a roman nose

molly lucas- the main thing I knew I wanted with molly was for her to hold out for the step 4 love confession. because god it's glorious. just as much slow burn as I could possibly get out of the game

aiden- the newest baby! I was inspired to finally create an oc for the exile after reading the chapter 4 update (I knew I would eventually it was just a matter of when the brain rot would hit) he's a pheonix and I wanted to do something a little different with his appearance than the red hair to represent flames so instead I went with grey like ash as if the mythosi blood has burned him away reduced him to ashes which feels very fitting seeing how we are introduced to the commander. I also knew he was going to be in love with sabir because how could you not be?

anwyn- first thing I decided was that she would be a bitch. that was the main inspiration lmao. also came up with some tragic backstory stuff. honeslty like her name and class were among the last things I actually thought of.

okay I'm exhausted now and am going to go take a nap

oc emoji asks

#thank you 💜 #aml answers #mutual pd #oc: cynthia basri #oc: curtis becker #oc: romi brown #oc: james williams #oc: lark barrow #oc: bethany blake #oc: bernie wiseman #oc: anwyn torlar #oc: kenna of shadow's end #oc: molly lucas #oc: aiden kalesko #oc emoji asks #oc: riley jordan #oc: kira kingston #oc: emma langford #oc: dinah greene #oc: sozan xanî #oc: narni peg'asi #oc: adonia peg'asi #oc: daen peg'asi

[mavericksy]

Time to Waste (Aizawa x Gender-neutral Reader)

Summary: Aizawa is displeased when your lengthy going-out routine leads the two of you to arrive late at an event, and you know full well he’s going to get you back for it- after all, that was your plan.

Tags: Spanking, mild public humiliation

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+

Word count: 3990

Requests are open (any character/pairing/rating)!

Black or blue? Slim or bootcut? You hold the pants in front of you, scrutinising them under your bedroom light. A pile of going-out clothes lies discarded on top of your shared double bed. You’ve known about this event for the last few months, and had even considered your outfit choices during the slow hours of work, but you’ve purposefully avoided making any decisions until an hour beforehand.

Aizawa arrives in the doorway. He’s already sulking at the prospect of having to wear a tie, but his face well and truly drops when he sees you sat on the floor in just your underwear.

“You…you told me you were ready!” he hisses. “You told me you just needed to change your shirt!”

You look up as though you weren’t expecting to see him in the doorway of his own bedroom, and tilt your head to the side.

“Yeah, but…there weren’t any good replacements!”

“So you took the entire outfit off?”

“What’s the matter? You don’t want me to look good at this event?”

“Like I told you earlier, I could care less what you wear. I doubt we’re even going to make it at this rate.”

You roll your eyes and check your watch.

“Come on, big kitty…” His shoulders hunch at your pet name, and you know he’s trying to suppress a blush. “We’ve got an hour to get there.”

“And if there’s traffic?”

You shrug. “We get there a little late, so what? If anything, it’s less time spent rubbing shoulders with people you don’t like.” “The earlier we arrive, the earlier we can leave. The later we arrive, the more people there are to block our path to the exit.”

“I’m surprised you even accepted the invitation.” You hold two shirts up, one dark blue and one white pinstripe. “Which one?”

“I don’t care, so long as you wear something.” He leans against the doorframe in despair. You don’t miss his eyes coasting over your nude curves as you kneel on the floor. You make a special point of leaning forward to pick another article up, knowing his eyes will snap to your underwear as it rides up the swell of your backside.

“Hmm, I think I’ll go with this one…” You retrieve the shirt and shuffle your butt, as though to shift the material of the underwear somewhere more comfortable. He’s momentarily distracted, then he spots the red shirt in your hands.

“That’s the one you were wearing before!” He pushes himself off the doorframe and storms over to snatch it out of your hands. His suspicions are confirmed as he inspects it. “You…!”

He stares down at you as you kneel on the floor. You employ the big, confused eyes, holding a pair of trousers to your chest.

“You…” he sighs and ruffles your hair. Your chest leaps with glee, and you nudge your head into his touch, only for his fingers to tighten on the back of your skull. He pushes you into the crotch of his suit pants. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”

“What?” you say, letting your lips brush the material. You raise a hand to stroke his thigh, moving onto your haunches. His fly is an inch away from your face, and you let your fingers dance across it, clicking against his belt buckle.

“Stop that,” he grunts, pushing your head down and stepping over you. He drops the shirt and moves to the door. “Get dressed, or I’ll make you sit naked in the cab.”

You know he’d never make good on that, but you feel your blood rush towards your pelvis anyway.

“What have I done?” you whine, getting on all fours to pick the shirt up. His gaze is fully on you, even as he stands in the doorway about to leave the room. He takes in the dip of your back as it cascades towards your covered ass, which you’ve positioned pleasingly in the air.

He chuckles darkly.

“I’ll tell you what you’ve done. You’ve just earned yourself a spanking.”

He was right. There was traffic.

You had felt extremely pleased with your plan as you exited your house. Aizawa hated public affection, but he’d taken an extra moment to squeeze and maul your ass as you kissed behind the door, only to lay a swift smack on it just as you stepped out. He’d played it nonchalant, but your eyes had immediately gone to the cab sat right by the door, both mortified and thrilled at the prospect that the driver might have seen- or heard your squeak.

As the driver hummed and tapped his wheel, staring out at the line of cars ahead, you felt Aizawa’s withering gaze squarely on your face as you put all your attention into toying with the window controls.

He moved closer to you, hanging over your shoulder so you could hear his controlled breathing, and smell the shampoo on his hair. At the back of your mind you were happy to discover it was the herbal one you’d bought him. As he lingered, you became more and more aware of his broad, muscled shoulder digging into yours. Neither of you had ever seen the point in comparing body types, but you were always conscious of the sheer brawn he hid under his dark, ill-fitting clothes.

The stinging spank he had given you before you left had only been a taste of what was yet to come.

You squirmed and clenched your cheeks as the memory of it worked its way back onto your flesh, making the skin on your rear tingle. Already you were wondering if the thorough groping he had given you had left bruises, or if the ache in your body was simply it yearning for what was yet to come.

After the event.

He didn’t say anything in the taxi, but you could tell from the way his fingers drummed against his folded arms that he wasn’t impressed with you at the moment. Both of you kept checking your watches, but eventually the vehicle pulled down the required avenue in a ritzy part of the city. Your heart sank and his scowl deepened as you arrived outside the restaurant, and saw a throng of burly heroes already outside.

Aizawa thanked the driver and jumped out first, before coming around to your side to open the door. You had been avoiding his gaze for most of the journey, horrified at the shock of traffic you hadn’t predicted, but now you couldn’t find anywhere else to look but his face. His eyes were hard and intense, but it was the fire behind them that made you tremble as the door handle clicked. It wasn’t the cold and professional glare he reserved for villains and irksome colleagues.

It was the one that told you that you were going to be sleeping on your stomach for the next week.

You thanked the driver and stepped out of the cab, expecting to take his hand. Instead, his arm snaked around your waist. Uh-oh.

He held his watch in front of your face.

“Seventeen minutes,” he deadpanned.

“I-”

He cut you off with a firm wallop to your rear, the opposite cheek. You jolted and tried not to make a sound as you stepped onto the carpet outside the restaurant, and into the crowd of heroes. They were boisterous and broad, jostling each other in tipsy shows of strength, but Aizawa’s arm kept you pulled close to his side. Your cheek tingled as you navigated through to the entrance, ducking around Aizawa’s industry colleagues as he snubbed them one by one, and it didn’t stop tingling until you’d reached the door.

“Aizawa,” he said plainly to a woman holding a ledger. You fidgeted in place as she took a moment to read through it. Standing on the spot was making your butt clench in a way that drew attention to your sore skin, and it didn’t help that Aizawa’s fingers were caressing the thick flesh at the base of your spine, which created another problem for you below the belt. You flushed and readjusted your pants as the woman let you through. A thrill rushed up and down your spine as Aizawa’s hand dropped momentarily, allowing him to graze your cleft as he pushed the heavy glass door open.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he muttered into your ear, eyeing the room for any potential interactions to be avoided. “We’re getting out of here as soon as-”

“Aizawa, you finally made it!” A familiar voice cried. Your heads snapped in the direction it came from.

Having spotted you from the bar, Midnight was waltzing over in a sea of red sparkles, her breasts swinging perilously close to freedom behind her plunging neckline. Her perfume tickled your nose as she swept in to smooch Aizawa’s cheek, a gesture he had long learned to tolerate instead of try and avoid.

You felt your cheeks going pink as she did the same to you. You made the mistake of avoiding her gaze by looking down at her bosom.

“So cheeky!” she exclaimed, assaulting your shoulder with a bar napkin- a makeshift replacement for a flogger. “Aizawa, you need to keep this one under control!”

“Believe me, I’ve been trying,” Aizawa growled. Your cheeks suddenly became very hot and sweaty as you realised exactly what was about to happen.

Aizawa was a private person, but even he needed an outlet sometimes. Midnight, the single most shameless and salacious person you had ever met, was a match made in heaven.

“I’ve already had to schedule one punishment for tonight.”

Sweet humiliation tore into your lower regions as Aizawa squeezed your side possessively, staring Midnight down as though daring her to make a claim on you.

Which she of course did.

“I thought you had a guilty look on your face,” she purred, looking you up and down. “Make him late, did you?”

Trying to keep your lips clamped together to avoid a shriek of delighted indignity, you nodded.

“Oh, aren’t you bad? Stealing my time with a dear colleague. Aizawa, let me teach them a lesson, too!”

“Keep off,” Aizawa said, tugging you to stand in front of him and resting his head on your shoulder. You could feel his jaw move as he dragged his tongue across his grin. He pushed his hips to your ass, making you stir as you were pulled against his erection. “This one’s mine.”

Midnight chuckled and traced your chin with her finger. “Pity.”

Aizawa snapped his teeth at her playfully, to which she laughed.

“Make sure you give them a couple extra to make up for staring at my chest!” she called over her shoulder, before vanishing into the crowd to tease some other poor soul.

Aizawa nestled his face into your shoulder as she left, and kissed the back of your neck. Laughter bubbled out of you as he squeezed your sides.

“You’re not usually this affectionate out and about,” you said.

He stood and laid a single kiss to the side of your head, patting your rear. You both knew that, for all the fuss they’d make about him not attending this event, nobody was paying any attention to you.

“I’m having a hard time keeping myself from bending you over my knee right here, right now,” he hissed, all but stopping your heart as you gazed around the room. He was.

“Don’t you dare,” you giggled as he guided you to make a lap around the room.

“Strange,” he said, grinning wolfishly. “You’re not the one who’s supposed to be giving orders to me.”

“Like I listen to your orders to begin- oh!” You leapt out of your skin as he patted you more firmly than you were expecting, your reaction drawing much more attention than the mild spank.

“I’m going to kill you, I swear,” you hissed as you hurried past a group of bemused heroes.

“I’d welcome it,” he sighed, raising his hand and stopping as two heroes you didn’t recognise spotted him and started to walk over.

The cab door slammed shut.

“In,” he said firmly as the cab drove off. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stumbled towards your front door, keys in hand.

He arrived behind you, his impressive body casting a shadow over the door as lamplight caught him. You could feel him judging you as you fumbled with the keys, your fingers shaking, until eventually he stepped forwards and plucked them from your hand. His warm breath coasted down your neck as he leaned over to maneuver them in the lock, much more quietly and gracefully than your nervous hands could have done it.

“Over the couch.”

Not keen to disobey him further, you quickly hopped inside your warm front room, glancing over your shoulder to gauge his expression. Usually you delighted in playful sessions sat on the edge of the bed, but the couch meant business.

You hurried into the living room and headed for your slightly worn fabric couch. It was padded to accommodate Aizawa’s frequent naps, but the height of the arms meant that any time you bent over them, your butt pointed straight up in the air. You got yourself into position, sighing as your face, predictably, smushed straight into the cushions.

His shoes hit the floor in the other room. A swish of material told you he had taken his jacket off. In his socks, he was able to move around the house silently, and his voice from the doorway made you jump.

“Pants down,” was all he said, before promptly disappearing.

You groaned as you stood again, catching a glimpse of his white shirt disappearing towards the kitchen. Trying to avoid the gaze of the cat statue on the mantel, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your trousers and tugged them down. Being so hasty about getting to the couch, you had neglected to take your shoes off (and you half-hoped that wouldn’t result in a harsher punishment, half-hoped it would), and had to settle for pooling your pants around your ankles.

He hadn’t said anything about underwear, so you left it up as you got back into position. You sensed he liked it better that way- more to play with.

You blinked the dust from the sofa out of your eyes as you waited for him to return, feeling a chill run down your exposed thighs. It wasn’t a comfortable position, and the pants restricting your leg movement made it all the harder to balance.

He couldn’t have been gone for more than a few minutes- after all, he was probably as excited to get started as you- but at the same time you were concerned that maybe he wouldn’t come back at all. Maybe lying here for the entire night was your punishment- or, worse, maybe he was upstairs right now, hurriedly packing his bags to sneak out the front door.

You didn’t hear him enter the room, of course. What you did hear, much closer than you had expected, was the sound of his belt buckle. You craned your neck to look at him, heart pounding and your lower regions tightening in anticipation as he folded the thick leather strap over in his hands. His fingers stroked down it as he saw you staring. They weren’t moving in a graceful, easy motion- the belt was too rough and worn for that. He circled them around the top of the loop, staring down at you and licking his lips.

“How many minutes late were we?” he asked.

You breathed in carefully. “Seventeen minutes.”

“Seventeen what?”

You hung your head.

“Seventeen minutes, master.”

He didn’t respond. You assumed he was nodding.

“That seems like a good place to start, don’t you think?” You didn’t answer- he didn’t want you to. “On top of that, there’s those extra few for staring at Midnight’s chest-”

You pushed yourself up on your hands, ready to protest.

“I didn’t-”

Crash!

Warm pain flooded through your buttocks. You had barely had time to register his movement. Heart pounding, you took a moment to caress where the belt had just landed.

“And one extra for trying to argue with me.”

His fingers appeared on your wrist. He pushed your arm to the side. The material of his trousers brushing your nude skin, he leaned over to play with your underwear, smoothing the waistband against your skin before pinching it together and yanking it upwards. You gasped as you felt the fabric pinch against your body, lifting your ass into the air as he tugged the material into your cleft, leaving a much wider canvas of warming skin.

He tapped the belt against the swell of your rear.

“Start counting from two,” he commanded.

You nodded, and braced yourself.

Wallop! Your entire torso lifted off the couch as the weight of the belt slammed into your ass, leaving you out of breath- and it was only the second strike.

“Were you expecting a warm-up?” he said. You nodded, blinking away the moisture that was already beginning to pool in your eyes. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have wasted so much of our time, earlier.”

He tapped the belt firmly against your skin, but hadn’t made his next strike yet. He was giving you a chance.

“What number?”

“Two, master…” you mumbled, tucking your hands away to keep them from springing back to defend your rear.

“Good. You can’t get ready on time, but you can count.”

The weight of the belt left your skin.

“Three!” you choked out. “Four!”

He paused again, the cool, warning presence of the belt leather laid against your skin as always.

“You’re getting sloppy. There’s a certain word I haven’t been hearing from you for the last two strikes.”

He swung the belt, which landed explosively against your right cheek. You rolled your hips to alleviate the sting, wincing.

“Five, master…! Six- six, master! Seven…master!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t make you repeat them.”

The next three hits came with such speed, you were still halfway through counting number nine by the time ten had landed. He gave you a brief moment to recover. Your legs lifted in the air together, still bound by your own trousers, as you tried to jerk the sting away.

As they settled back in place, ready for number eleven, you felt a delightful warmth run across both cheeks. Your privates pulsed insistently, emboldened by the rush of blood to their neighbouring regions.

“Are you sorry for making us late?”

The belt was already making its journey through the air as you opened your mouth to reply.

“Yes, I’m sorry for- eleven, master! Yes, I’m sorry for- twelve!”

“What was that?” He struck you again, his face like granite as he listened to you whimper out the number thirteen.

“I’m sorry for- ah, ow!”

“That didn’t sound like a number.”

“Fourteen! Ah-ow! Fifteen!”

You felt his hand on your skin, blissfully cold to dispel the angry heat across your cheeks. He rubbed them soothingly, but his voice still had a warning tone.

“You’re getting sloppy on your ‘masters’ again. Do I need to repeat what I told you with the belt?”

“No, no!” You shook your head firmly. His large hand suddenly crashed against your ass, once for each cheek. “Ah!”

“Lucky for you, I decided to use my hand. Wasn’t that nice?” You nodded. Two fingers wormed their way underneath the fabric of your underwear, grazing your cleft and making you moan as they tickled the sensitive spot. “I think you should thank me.”

“Thank…thank you, master…” you said, arching your ass into his fingers. They left you promptly, only to be followed by another strike from the belt. This one ripped across your upper thighs.

“That’s…sixteen, master!” you gasped. The pain from the blow had made you jolt forwards against the arm of the couch. The couch fabric had caught against the front of your underwear, pulling it down and causing curls of your exposed pubic hair to drag against the material, evoking an unsubtle groan.

Aizawa snorted as he lifted the belt from where it had landed between your thighs, and yanked your underwear back into your cleft. All that did was force your body against the couch, the friction making more soft moans bubble out of your mouth.

“You’re not supposed to enjoy yourself so much when you’re being punished,” he told you. “I don’t want to hear another sound out of you unless you’re counting these blows. If I do, I’ll start over. Understand?”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from making any noise, and nodded your head.

Seventeen landed, its weight coming unevenly against your right cheek again. As you counted it, making an effort to keep your voice even, Aizawa balanced his hand on your cheeks, thumbs swirling against your flesh as he stepped to the other side.

“Eighteen, master!” This one seemed to flip the pattern, with the pain searing against your left side instead.

Nineteen was a difficult one to get through. The angle of the belt changed mid-flight, the leftover force causing it to slap against your left cheek and immediately spring against your privates.

“Ni-nineteen, master!” you yowled, turning your lustful moan into your words to keep him from hearing it. The strength of your voice seemed to have drowned out an apology from him, and for the final blow, his hand settled against the small of your back.

“Last one, my pet…” he mumbled as he lifted the belt. You hummed and squirmed into his touch as you waited for the blow to land.

“Twenty, master!” you said almost as soon as it landed. The pain faded quickly, dulled by the intense need growing in your loins.

Immediately, his hand stroked down your back, and he picked you up from the couch to pull you close to him.

“Aren’t you so good, taking all those blows like that?” he said, massaging your flushed rear. You both looked down at the visibly sore skin as he pulled your underwear back into place. As you leaned into him to pull your pants back up, you felt a distinct lump against his leg.

“Now who’s the one enjoying punishment too much?” you teased him, yelping as his hand laid a stark reminder of who got to tease who on your abused butt.

“Don’t make me do that all over again,” he mumbled, bringing your lips together in a deep kiss. You nuzzled your face into his scratchy jaw, tipping forwards as he ended it, and started moving towards the stairs.

You grinned as you watched him go, following close behind. The loose material of the suit trousers wrapped around his thigh as he ascended the steps, and you couldn’t help but reach out to give him a taste of what he’d been doing to you all evening.

“Don’t,” he said as your hand left his firm ass cheek, but he couldn’t do much more than simply admonish you as he climbed the stairs. “I’ll spank you again. Don’t even try it.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” you said, taking his hand and drooping into him as you arrived at the top of the staircase. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, preparing to open the bedroom door. “You’re too horny. And besides, I don’t think I could take another spanking this evening even if I-”

The bedroom door swung open, and the light clicked on. You both stood wrapped around each other in the doorway as you surveyed the scene in front of you. Clothes upon clothes upon clothes- almost the entire contents of your share of the wardrobe- lay scattered across the room, littering the floor, the bed…

His arms tightened around you. The walls of the bedroom flashed before your eyes as he hauled you towards the bed.

“Wait! No! Ah, kitty…!”

#bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x you #aizawa x reader #long post

[dibs4ever]

Excerpt from one of the first fics I ever wrote. Basically 17 year old Batgirl and Robin-Dick and Barbara. Are sent back in time to the late 80s by a time controlling villain where they are stuck. While there they meet a young Bruce Wayne. He’s just invited them for a night out at the Haley’s circus where he’s acquired guest of honor tickets

A little more info: Dick and Babs are 17 & just friends with hidden feelings for each other

Bruce and Selena are 15

Bruce left the living room to go get ready for the night out leaving Barbara and Dick alone “Are you going to be okay tonight?” She asked

Dick gave her a small smile “Yeah, I think I’ll be okay”

Barbara rested a hand on Dick’s arm “I can come up with an excuse for us to stay if you’d like, I’ll make it my fault” she assured him

Dick shook his head “I’ll be okay, besides it’s not like they’ll be how I remember them, my dad, uncle and Aunt are the Flying Grayson’s act right now and my mom is part of the contortionist act” he explained

Barbara looked up at him “You never told me your mom was a contortionist”

Dick smiled and looked up in thought “Yeah, from what I remember my parents telling me she was part of that act until she married my dad then she became a Flying Grayson, I don’t know much about them from when they were younger since I was so young when they died” he looked down again

Barbra gave a sad smile “Let’s change the subject …How about that Miss. Kyle Alfred was talking about inviting, you don’t think it’s Selina Kyle do you?” She asked

Dick picked his head up and shot her a grin “I was thinking the same thing, that would be funny wouldn’t it, or maybe a little creepy considering how weird their relationship is in our time”

Barbara opened her mouth to speak but quickly stopped

Bruce entered the room having changed into a grey button up dress shirt and black dress pants “Alfred is almost done with dinner if you want to go to the dining room” Bruce pointed toward in the direction of said room

After dinner they all climbed into the car, Dick and Barbara sat in the 3rd-row seats while Bruce sat in the second row, Alfred drove “We’re stopping to pick up a friend of mine before we get there” Bruce informed them as they pulled into an alleyway and up to an abandoned building.

“Shall I honk the horn or will you be going in to get her Master B” Alfred asked bringing the car to a stop

“I’ll go get her,” Bruce said exiting the vehicle,

“So Alfred has Bruce been friends with this girl for long?” Dick said trying to draw information from Alfred

Alfred looked at Dick from the rearview mirror “Well Mister Donnie, they’ve known each other for around a year I’m not exactly sure what she and Master Bruce’s relationship is, but I just go with it because other than her the only other people he associates with are adults” he explained

Dick nodded and sat back in his seat suddenly Barbara jumped and began patting his arm repeatedly “It is her” she whispered.Dick leaned over Barbra to look out the window and see Bruce walking a few steps behind a young girl who resembled Selina Kyle a lot. Bruce attempted to open the door for her but she swatted his hand out of the way and opened it herself. When she opened the door she looked slightly surprised to see them in there as they climbed into the car 

Selina darted her head to Bruce “This isn’t a double date Bruce is it?!” How many times do I have to tell you we are not dating" she grumbled

Bruce shook his head “You only told me that one time and no it isn’t, they are travelers, their car was stolen and they had no place to go so Alfred and I invited them to stay at the manor until they’re able to return home” Bruce defended

“He’s telling the truth we’re just friends too,” Barbara said thumbing a finger at her and Dick

Selina shifted her eyes between the two of them “Becky Gain” Barbara told her extending a hand

Selina looked at her hand but didn’t shake it “Selina Kyle” she told her then looked over at Dick “And who are you”

Dick had been in a daydream stance since Selina Kyle aka the future Catwoman was sitting in front of him as a 15 year old girl. He blinked his eyes and refocused his attention “I’m Donnie Gowns” he told her he extended his hand as well, but Selina didn’t shake his hand either.

After arriving at the Circus Alfred informed them that he would be back when it was over to pick them up since they were about 2 hours early they were able to walk around for a bit. They walked in pairs Bruce with Selina then Dick and Barbara a few feet behind them

 "This is so weird, I know Bruce knew Selina before I was around but I didn’t realize he knew her before he was Batman" Dick whispered gesturing to the pair in front of them

“Shhh don’t say that name so loud, you don’t want to risk them asking who Batman is, who knows what that could mess up” Barbara hushed him

Selina turned to look at them, Dick gulped hoping she hadn’t heard their conversation “Do you two mind if we split up?” She asked with a hand on her hip

Bruce held a hand up “Selina I told you we can’t just leave them they don’t know their way around Gotham”

Selina ignored his statement and continued to talk to Dick and Barbara “I’m sure Donnie and Becky can care for themselves Bruce” she rolled her eyes

Dick nodded his head “We don’t mind Bruce, we can meet back in our seats when the show starts” Dick assured seeing an opportunity to talk openly with Barbara

Bruce looked at Barbara “Are you sure it’s okay?” He asked

She nodded “Of course we’ll be fine” Barbara assured him

Selina turned back to Bruce “See I told you they wouldn’t care, you worry way too much about other people now come on rich boy” she walked ahead of him Bruce gave them an awkward wave and followed after her.

“So this is what the behind the scenes of a circus looks like?” Barbara said as they walked

Dick smiled “Yup it pretty much looks like it did when I grew up here” he looked around at all the trailers

“Back to the situation at stake, how exactly are we going to get back to the future?” She asked

Dick thought “ Well that all depends if …” he was cut off when Barbara was pushed into him by someone falling into her rather roughly. Luckily Dick caught her before she hit the ground

Once she was back on her feet Barbara looked over to see the culprit of her tumble-a guy probably about 19 in an all-black leotard with small triangles all over it in rainbow colors, he had jet black hair and big hazel eyes, his face had a chiseled look to it and a cleft chin, she immediately took note of how undeniably handsome he was.

The guy pushed himself up and stood to face Barbara “Sorry about that, I was practicing my new routine that’s premiering tonight, the grounds a little uneven and it threw off my balance” the guy said shooting her a familiar smirk that Barbara recognized immediately “Of course you don’t care about that” he let out a slight chuckle “Does a beautiful girl like yourself have a name?” the guy asked sending her a wink and sticking out his hand

‘Wow now I see who Dick gets it from’ Barbara thought as she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks “Ummm Bar- I mean Becky Gain” she smiled and took his hand

Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it gently “I’m Jon, Jon Grayson, it’s nice to meet you, I need to get back to warm ups, I hope you enjoy the show” he winked and stepped away from her

Once he was away she turned to Dick a stunned expression on both their faces “My dad just hit on you…” Dick said in a monotone voice shocked from what happened

Barbara was slightly embarrassed that Dick had seen the interaction but she didn’t want him to know that, so instead she decided to mess with him she looked over and grinned at him “Now I know who you get it from” she nudged him as they began walking again

Dick chuckled and looked at her “Hey I’m not that bad am I?” He acted hurt

She laughed and shook her head “Maybe not all the time, but you definitely got that cute smirk of yours from him” she smiled

They both stopped when she realized what she had said

“You think my smirk is cute?” He asked sending her the smirk in question

She rolled eyes “Shouldn’t we be getting to our seats?” she asked not answering his question

Dick looked at his watch the teenage Bruce had loaned him, realizing she was right he nodded “Yeah Bruce and Selina should be there by the time we get there ” he said they turned and made their way to the big top tent

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #batfamily

[spongeguyandlelouchvibridankia]

Karmiro Week 2k19 Day 1: “Missing Him/Missing Her”

I made this fanfic as quickly as possible! Happy Karmiro week!

Day 1: Confession/Future

It was a beautiful spring day in San Fransokyo, and Hiro Hamada was approaching the train station by way of Shimamoto street.

 To most, this was a normal sight: A 14 year old child prodigy with black as graphite bangs and a tooth gap that made all the girls squeal.

 Quite why they did that still boggled Hiro, but there were some things even a child prodigy couldn’t figure out.

 Girls, am I right?

 Oh, yeah, sorry.

 Anyway, Hiro was walking down the street, looking a little chipper than he had in a few months.

 6 months to be exact.

 6 months, 4 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes, to be precise.

 Not that he was keeping track.

 Not that he had been keeping so much track that Go Go had to put the power dex on to wrestle him out there one night.

 Ahem.

 Moving on.

 The sky was clear, but Hiro’s thoughts were not.

 This was a normal occurrence, as an SFIT Student/Superhero/Teenager, but Hiro had, for once, different thoughts on his mind.

 He would have LOVED to be focused on villains, homework and what he was going to do Friday night.

 But…

 She was coming back.

 SHE was coming back.

 She was coming BACK.

 Granted, for a short visit of a weekend, but…

 SHE.

 WAS.

 COMING.

 BACK.

 And…

 “Your heartbeat is growing in a rapid state and your hormones levels are rising…”

 Ah, I knew I forgot something. I guess I’m just used to him being there, I forgot to mention him.

 It’s kind of obvious, no?

 …

 What do you mean it isn’t? He’s always there!

 Whatever, just let me finish the story! Jeez, everyone’s a critic!

 “Baymax, not the time!”, Hiro said, his head turning left and right, hoping no one overheard the medical analysis.

 “I diagnose you with… Happiness. But… A sad happiness.”

 Great, he was doing the finger pointing thing. That usually meant he was right.

 “…Look, buddy, I’m just trying to find the station, ok?”

 Hiro was approaching it now, but his mind was such a mess that he had nearly taken the wrong turn.

 “I’m not usually like this…”, he thought, not liking this lack of control.

 Hiro was used to being totally in control.

 With a push of some keys and the writing of some programs, he could upgrade Big Hero 6’s armor just like that.

 Give him a few nights and a couple dozen bags of gummy bears, and he could build incredible nano technology.

 Even at the worst of situations, a good plan and Tadashi’s guidance was all Hiro needed to keep San Fransokyo safe.

 But if there was one thing Hiro didn’t know how to control, it was his emotions.

 And right now, they were running in every single direction, driving him insane.

 Feelings of loss, longing, reunion, excitement, dread, joy, despair, anger, solitude, hope and even…

 Wait, no, not that, definitely not that!

 But whatever it was, it was making Hiro’s heart practically leap out of his chest as he neared the station, his brain constantly going “Any minute you’re going to see her!” “Any moment you’re going to see her arrive!” “ANY MOMENT, HIRO, WATCH OUT FOR THAT…”

 BONK!

 …That lamp post.

 Hiro fell to the ground and rubbed his nose.

 He felt embarrassed already, and she hadn’t even showed up yet.

 Great. Now his face was even redder.

 This couldn’t get…

 “You have fallen.”

 Never mind.

 “On a scale of 1-10, how would you…”

 Hiro clambered up, getting his balance back.

 “Buddy, seriously, not now. She’s almost here and… You know what? Can you give us some time alone?”

 Hiro didn’t like sidelining Baymax, but this was sort of a personal and private affair.

 He did NOT need Baymax to spout out some puberty stuff.

 Though it could make her laugh.

 …God how he had missed that laugh.

 He had heard it here and there on the webcam conversations, but he wanted to hear it face to face.

 Her face.

 Her incredible face…

 No. No.

 Stay focused.

 “If it improves your condition, I will gladly move aside, Hiro.”

 Hiro couldn’t help but smile at that.

 “…Thanks, Baymax.”

 Baymax was a machine, so he couldn’t truly express emotion, but Hiro swore he heard affection in the words “Always, Hiro.”

But Hiro had to think of other things now.

 Like how she’s almost here.

 She’s almost here.

 She’s almost here.

 She’s almost…

 The sound of train tracks click clacking reverberated in his ears as a bullet train sped down, so fast it was that Hiro could barely register it.

 But he saw the number on the door.

 He had memorized that number: 99.

 He could say it in his sleep.

 According to Honey Lemon, he had said it in his sleep once during one of the gang’s sleepovers, so that wasn’t an exaggeration.

 So there!

 I guess.

 “…”

 Hiro didn’t even know what to say, his heart beating so hard he could barely hear the doors open.

 His mouth felt dry and his breath short.

 Would she look different?

 Would she sound different?

 Would she… Be different?

 Would she smile?

 Frown?

 Would…

 Did…

 Did she miss him?

 As much as he had missed her?

 Hiro had been kidnapped by supervillians, yet this was somehow scarier.

 After what felt like an eternity, she stepped out.

 She looked the same, but there was some clear dampness on her cheeks.

 She had been crying.

 Her eyes hadn’t located him yet, a crowd of people still blocking him from her sight.

 She was also looking to the wrong direction, left, then right, searching…

 For him?

 He hoped.

 Suddenly, her eyes locked with his.

 His eyes locked with her, how could they not, what else was there to look at?

 They locked eyes with each other…

 And…

 “HIRO!”, Karmi screamed with joy, practically running at the robotics expert.

 Hiro smiled, but for some reason, what had been a shy smile turned cocky…

 Odd.

 Karmi leapt at his feet, tears of joy running down. “I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, MY DARLING!”

 Her voice was different, almost like she was being voiced by someone else.

 And it wasn’t just Karmi’s voice that was different: Her whole body seemed to turn small, cute and anime esque.

 What’s the term? Chibi! Yes, that!

 Hiro was also different, adopting massive abs and a cleft in his chin.

 He was also 12 foot tall.

 So there was that.

 “Oh, hey Karmi. Didn’t see you there.”, he said, his long flowing locks blowing in the wind.

 Kamri, heats in her eyes, leapt up to his face excitedly, a wild and loving grin on her face.

 “Oh, Hiro! All this time away from you made me realize how much I love you, you gorgeous, genius hunk you!”

 She fawned over him, her giant eyelashes batting.

 “You’re so smart and hot and cool and kind! Even Tadashi is proud of you!”

 Karmi then held his face in her hands, magic in her voice.

 “I LOVE YOU, HIRO HAMADA!”

 She then planted a huge kiss on his lips, and there was a parade of musicians, and it rained gummy bears, and everyone agreed that there was no one like Hiro, and Professor Granvile did the cha cha cha.

 “And that’s how your mother and I got together!”, an older, now grown up Hiro proudly announced, sinking back in his chair.

 He was still dressed about the same, but his hair was a bit longer, his body more defined, and he had a Big Hero 6 jacket on his shoulders.

 But that twinkle was still there.

 It would never leave.

 “Daddy, did that really happen? It sounds kind of… Wrong.”

 A little girl, Tamashii, with a ponytail and an adorable tooth gap, wearing a T-Shirt with Big Hero 6’s members on it, sat on the floor and gave her father a quizzical look.

 SURELY none of that had happened!

 Hiro smiled that smug grin of his and lifted his leg over another, not noticing the figure approaching him.

 “Oh, it SO did happen, my koibito.”

 “Oh, really?”

 Standing over Hiro, towering over him as ever, was Karmi.

 A taller, even higher Karmi, with her hair down and her lab coat confidently placed on her shoulders.

 She looked most the same, but there was peace in her heart, something she so sorely lacked in the past.

 She was also better at taking jokes, as she smiled at Hiro with a questioning grin.

 Hiro sheepishly smiled back. “Oh, Karmi! I didn’t see you there!”

 He pointed at Tamashii, who was enjoying the entertainment before her.

 “Oh, Tamashii here was just asking me about when we confessed our feelings to each other.”

 Karmi cocked an eyebrow, still taking it all in good humor. “I heard.”

 She then knelt down and playfully ruffled his hair. “But I get the feeling that you’re misremembering some things, Genius boy.”

 Hiro rolled his eyes, a flirtatious grin on his face. “Will you ever stop calling me that?”

 Karmi cockily grinned. “Well… No, since it’s meaning has changed since we first met.”

 She blushed now, and Hiro now smiled at his favorite sight in the world: His wife smiling.

 But he was going to enjoy his joke as much as he could.

 “Well, my light, can you do a better job?”

 “Oh, Hiro…”, Karmi said, pulling him out of the chair and sitting down.

 “I most definitely can!”

 Rewinding!

 The train arrived at the station, and sitting on the seat was a 16 year old bio-tech major with earplugs in her ears and tears running down her eyes.

 …

 6 months, 4 days, 4 hours and 33 minutes.

 Had it been so long ago?

 She was taken advantage of the day before.

 She was turned into a monster the day before.

 She nearly hurt her… Friend the day before.

 But somehow, despite all that, she remembered it with painful fondness.

 How could she not?

 It was the day she got her first real friend.

 And she hadn’t forgotten him.

 She hadn’t forgotten his words.

 His hug.

 His…

 No.

 It couldn’t be that.

 No way!

 …

 And she was definitely not hoping he was so that she could tell him that she definitely felt the same!

 …

 No way!

 Karmi rested her head on the back of her seat, feeling a slight headache.

 “I hate feeling like this.”

 She felt so many things.

 She was sad that she had to leave.

 She was angry that her parents had forced her to.

 She was happy to be back, even for a weekend.

 But mostly, she…

 She missed him.

 She missed him so much.

 She laughed quietly, a fond smile on her face. “I would never have thought I’d feel that in a million years.”

 But it was true.

 The train finally stopped at her station, and Karmi rose out of her seat, trying her best to ignore “Accidentally in Love” ringing in her ears.

 As she saw the doors open, her body entered panic mode.

 What was it going to be like?

 She…

 She had never even had friends, let alone stayed over at their houses!

 She had never had friends to miss, and talk to, and wonder how they were doing, and longingly stare at pictures of them, and wish you could see that precious smile of theirs!

 She had never had that!

 Karmi’s heart pounded like a jackhammer and her eyes darted wildly as she searched for him.

 Where was he?

 Had he forgotten?

 No, he had sent her at text that he was going to the station, he definitely remembered.

 But had he missed the station?

 Had he…

 Had he decided to not come?

 Karmi sighed. “I guess it’s what I deserve.”, she thought as she kept looking for him, only seeing strangers..

 “I never treated him well. Why would he…”

 “KARMI!”, Hiro suddenly screamed, turning Chibi and handing her roses.

 Karmi smiled smugly and accepted them. “Why, thank you, Hiro! It’s pleasant to see you too!”

 “More than pleasant for me, Baby!”, Hiro said, planting a large kiss on her lips and going down on one knee.

 He took her hand and, with his other hand, he retrieved a diamond ring.

 “Karmi… Will you marry me?”

 “THAT did not happen!”

 Hiro now had an annoyed expression on his face, as Karmi innocently smiled back at him.

 “Oh, whatever do you mean, Hiro?”

 She was using that sing songy voice. Hiro didn’t like that!

 “Karmi, you know that I didn’t propose then!”

 Tamashii laughed, enjoying her parents silliness, but she was getting impatient.

 “Mommy, Daddy, why can’t you just tell me the real story?”

 Hiro and Karmi looked back at their daughter and laughed nervously.

 Perhaps they should just tell her the real story.

 “Sorry, Tamashii, Mommy and Daddy just like messing with each other.”, Karmi apologized.

 Hiro laughed. “It took us a long time to actually realize we should just be friends.”

 Karmi lifted Tamashii and kissed her on the forehead, making the girl giggle, and she then placed her on the now seated Hiro.

 Positioned on Hiro’s lap, and staring directly into her mother’s sparkling eyes, Tamashii once again asked how it had happened.

 Hiro and Karmi exchanged blushed looks.

 It was a little different to their previous stories, to say the least:

 Just like before, Hiro watched the people leave the train and just like before, Karmi got off and looked around for him.

 Unlike before, they had something to give each other.

 Unlike before, the reunion was… Different.

 “Where is he?”, Karmi thought, searching and searching.

 Hiro couldn’t say anything: His body was still frozen.

 All he could see was her.

 All he could hear was her.

 All he could feel was her.

 Finally, he got enough strength to say “….Karmi…”

 Karmi, hearing this, turned and…

 “…Hiro…”

 They stood in front of each other, hundreds of strangers passing by them, dozens of sounds playing off their ear drums, but all they could notice was each other.

 “…Hey.”

 “…Hey.”

 Ladies and gentleman, writing romance! It’s easy!

 Hiro and Karmi blushed and smiled at each other, Hiro’s hand instinctively rubbing his hair and Karmi’s hands instinctively protecting her body, as if she had to close herself even from him.

 For a while, they couldn’t say anything.

 It was just incredible to them that the other was even there.

 It felt like a dream after the nightmare of the last 6 months.

 He had… Missed her so much.

 She had… Missed him so much.

 “…How was the trip?”

 “…Good. I liked seeing all the buildings out of the train.”

 “Good.”

 “Good.”

 This wasn’t supposed to be this awkward.

 Was there a way to…

 “You must have really missed me, eh Genius boy?”

 There it was!

 Hiro actually laughed this time, though, and it sent Karmi’s heart a fluttering.

 Had he always had such an amazing smile?

 It was a smile that made her feel like…

 Like it would all be ok.

 He was here.

 Hiro stopped laughing and smugly grinned.

 “I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

 “Thank god”, he thought.

 “Still as perfect as ever in your eyes?”, she asked, continuing the banter.

 Hiro shrugged. “That’s a funny way to say pain in the butt.”

 Once, Karmi would have shouted at him for that insult.

 But today, she could see the humor (and lie) in it.

 So she laughed.

 And Hiro wondered how he had ever lived without it.

 As she stopped laughing, she suddenly noticed that Hiro was taking something out of his backpack.

 She quizzically observed him as he looked up at her, a shy and… Scared look on his face?

 That was new.

 He seemed a little reserved as he picked whatever it was up.

 What could it be…

 “I… I kind of… Made you something.”

 …Oh.

 Oh!

 He immediately backed up. “I mean, like, it’s stupid, it’s just a silly gift, it’s not what it, you know, this is stupid, I shouldn’t have…”

 But Karmi had managed to see what it was.

 And oh, did she see.

 Over the time they had known each other, Hiro had done many surprising and frustrating things, but this had to be the height of it: He had managed to somehow make a plushie of Captain Cutie…

 Giving her a rose.

 Specifically, the rose she had made that had helped heal the virus all the way back then.

 Hiro blushed wildly, wondering what insanity had taken over him to do this.

 “Honey Lemon helped me make this, I just thought that I had never really given your invention the credit it deserves, and I know you like cute stuff, so…”

 Karmi took it and, with awe struck eyes, looked back at him.

 “…Thanks.”

 She smiled that smile he so loved.

 And after taking a moment to register that, he smiled back.

 “…You’re welcome.”

 Karmi then looked very flushed as she took her backpack out.

 “Um… This is going to be a little weird, but…”

 Hiro couldn’t help but smile (albeit with a massive blush) as Karmi began to take her present out.

 “Great minds think alike, huh?”

 Karmi couldn’t help but blush at that.

 No one…

 No one had ever been like this to her.

 It felt…

 Nice.

 She finally gave it to him.

 “Is… Is that?…”

 A small robot that looked a bit like Hiro’s bot from his bot fighter days shook his pinky and gleefully showed its gift: A heart locket.

 “…A heart locket?”

 Karmi nodded, now feeling very shy.

 “I… I just thought that… If you feel lonely…”

 She then added quietly “Or if I feel lonely…”

 She looked away, blushing. “You can look at this and remember that my half is safely with me… And that we’ll be able to join them together the next time I visit.”

 Hiro took this all in…

 And he closed his eyes…

 And smiled.

 “…Thanks.”

 “…You’re welcome.”, Karmi said, happy that she did it despite her fears.

 Suddenly, both geniuses realized something:

 “You missed me?”

 And then, they both answered at the same time:

 “…Yeah. I did. Every single day.”

 Emotions took over them, as finally being able to see each other after all this time led to…

 A big, squeezy hug.

 They buried themselves in each other’s light, and, overcome with relief, they gazed at each other.

 Suddenly, the two blushed, realizing they were making a scene and showing…

 Gasp! Affection!

 But…

 That didn’t stop them from doing the next thing.

 Their breaths stopped cold, their hearts stopped cold, and their eyes locked as…

 They kissed.

 It wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was quite the small kiss.

 But as they kissed, all the feelings of longing spilled out, the masks finally off as the two were able for the first time to truly show how they felt about each other.

 As they parted, still feeling each other’s warmth, they grinned.

 “…You better not tell any of your friends that we kissed, Genius boy.”

 “As if I would dream of bragging about such a disgusting thing!”

 They laughed and hugged again, now almost slowly rocking each other.

 “I’ve really missed you, Hiro.”

 “I’ve really missed you too, Karmi.”

 And finally, all was right with the world.

  Later that evening, after Tamashii was put to bed, Hiro was overseeing some upgrades to the gang’s armors.

 There were rumors of Momakase (how was she still out there?) planning a bank robbery too, so he may have to head out.

 The rest of the gang was busy, though, so it seemed like he would be the only one going tonight.

 He and Baymax of course.

 He was feeling a little lonely though.

 It was going to be a long night, one that he would spend in the skies instead of his bed.

 With the love of his life.

 Pretty sucky.

 Karmi suddenly showed up behind him and, her arms around his neck, lifted her part of the heart locket.

 “Feeling lonely?”, she whispered, caressing his face.

 Hiro smiled back and held his part of the locket, connecting the pieces together.

 “…Not anymore.”

 It had been 10 years, 4 months, 8 days, 5 hours and 6 minutes since they had gotten together.

 They didn’t feel lonely anymore.

#karmiro week 2k19 #karmiro #big hero 6 karmi #bh6 karmi #hiro hamada #big hero 6 the series #big hero 6 fanfiction #PrayforKarmi

[gawaincomic]

How did you get into drawing? And what inspired you to come up with incredible character designs for the Arthuriana characters in the Gawain Comic? 😊

Twofold question, twofold answer :).

How I Got Into Drawing

It’s less that I got into drawing at some point, and more that I never got out of it. Pretty much all children make drawings, but for some unfathomable reason, many people just stop drawing as they grow up. I have never understood this.

How Do I Come Up with Character Designs

Euhhhh... In fact that’s a really difficult question and there is no one answer to it. It depends a lot on the character. 

This comic has LOTS and LOTS of characters. The Darkest Hour is a small-scale story, but once we get to Brothers & Sisters you will see characters pop up left, right and center. The challenge is to make them all look distinguishable one from the other. I think most people who draw have a tendency to draw faces and bodies a certain way, so you easily slip into having a lot of characters who look fairly similar. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to avoid that D: ...

Two things you may depend on: I have no character sheets, and I never base a character on a real person’s face.

As to how my characters came by their looks - like I said, it really depends. I’ll separate a few in classes by way of demonstration ;-).

1) Characters based off Morgana

The first ever Arthurian character that I drew (I was 13 or 14 at the time), was Morgana. She had the same straight, black hair with a parting in the middle that she still has today. Her hair is dark because I just can’t imagine a blond Morgana, to be honest.

The second character ever that I drew was Morgause. At the time, everybody that I drew had pretty much the same face, so I gave Morgause two small braids framing her face. She has black hair because she’s Morgana’s sister and Morgana has black hair. (I know, not watertight reasoning, but that’s how it happened.)

So, because Morgana was the first, she informed the look of some other characters related to her, such as Ygraine and Arthur, who both have black hair. Oh, and Owain, her son - he has black hair as well.

Morgana has since got a quirkier face to reflect her quirky character, and Morgause is my attempt at a classic beauty (which is why she is so IMMENSELY DIFFICULT to draw).

2) Characters based off books/films

I should probably make that “A book or A film”, because I have only been able to think of two characters who came to be that way.

The first is Gawain. As a small child (until, say, age 11), my favourite knight and the only one who interested me was Sir Lancelot. Then I read T. H. White’s The Once and Future King. I was much, much too young to really understand, let alone appreciate, the book, but it did make me notice Gawain, and from then on he was my favourite. In The Once and Future King, Gawain has blue eyes and very red hair. Ever since, no Gawain can really be a Gawain to me if he doesn’t have those.

I added some of my own things - I remember it took me ages to figure out what his beard was going to look like, and he also spent quite a while with an absolutely horrible haircut (and OMG the moustache! I’d almost repressed it XD) because I wasn’t great at drawing hair. The curls are probably as recent as 2008.

I also made him short because - well he is practically perfect, with perfect hair and perfect teeth and his neatly trimmed beard and all, and I thought he needed something that would make him stand out from the other knights as a warrior. I would like to say that I thought of this myself, but I am wondering if I nicked it off Gillian Bradshaw. I honestly don’t know.

In any case, Gawain is so beautiful that I can’t draw him properly.

The second character who came from somewhere else is Cai. Somehow Disney’s version imprinted itself on my young mind as The Ultimate Kay, so I can’t draw him in any other way than as a bulky fellow with a large chin. Fortunately my memory proved a bit faulty and I am relieved to say that the hooknose he has in my version is not present in the Kay of The Sword in the Stone. Cai is the tallest of all my characters because he is called Cei Hir (Kay the Tall) in the Mabinogion. I think I also gave him a few tweaks (a cleft chin, for example) to make him physically closer to my Arthur, so that they could credibly (?) pass for brothers.

3) Characters I pretty much improvised as they needed to show up

Sometimes as I am drawing the story, a character suddenly pops up, such as Morholt, who is discovered in a cellar in Venta. Why is he there? I don’t even know! I only know that I like Morholt and I wanted to introduce him as one of Arthur’s “gang” before Gawain discovers him fighting witches in a forest. All I knew is that Morholt is Irish and has dark hair.

I improvised Lucan. He has read hair because he popped up on a page that already had plenty of dark-haired characters and I needed some variation. Now he is a redhead forevermore.

Sometimes this leads to regrets. I improvised Bedwyr like that too. I gave him very long dark hair in a distinctive hairdo, and a broken nose, and I took off pretty much his entire right arm. Much later I took the time to read the Mabinogion from A to Z and discovered that Bedwyr is described as extremely handsome. So if I could re-do him, I wouldn’t give him the broken nose... Only he’s fixed like that in my head now. As for the arm, it would really have been more practical for the poor man to have lost his hand only. As it is, I’ve given him rather a large handicap as a warrior. I seemed to remember he was “Bedivere the one-armed”, but in the Mabinogion he is “the one-handed”. Wah.

4) Characters I really thought quite a bit about

I think the best example of this is Uther. I didn’t originally intend to feature Uther in the comic at all, so he isn’t someone I gave much thought about in terms of looks until I decided to tell the story of The Darkest Hour rather than doing lots of flashbacks.

I don’t recall exactly, but I think I developed Uther and Arthur more or less side by side. One thing I knew is that I didn’t want Uther to look like the comic book villains I had grown up with, so he would be a) blond and b) handsome. The idea was that if you didn’t know Uther, you might find him attractive, and Uther (being who he is) might think of himself as superior in every way to Gorlois.

So Uther has curly hair because I love curls, and an aquiline nose because I love aquiline noses, and a square jaw, and a cleft chin. All of these he passes on to Arthur. 

I have no idea if anyone else actually thinks Uther is good-looking. I feel that I’m really very bad at drawing babes, whether male or female, and the best I can hope for is probably that as a viewer you go, “okay, I get that this person is supposed to be pretty/handsome”, even if they aren’t drawn all that perfectly XD.

Thanks for the questions, @violetcancerian!

[pitofghosts]

“It is them,” Adesawa hisses. Saoirse tilts their head at her, and she sighs. “Remember we said we might run into trouble on the way?”

“That it’s happened before.” Kaifen shifts his weight; his knees don’t like the position he’s in. “The lunatic and the lightning guy.”

“That’s them?” Saoirse asks. They turn to look through the snow covered branches. Adesawa shifts in closer, her hand hanging down near her boot. Kaifen keeps a cautious eye on that hand until his eyes, too, join theirs in looking out.

He knows they can’t win if they get into it with them, that Pelageya is too skilled with her baton and that Illarion, especially Illarion, is far too dangerous to deal with. His lightning would make mountainside skeletons of them in seconds.

The duo stop at the archway to examine the ancient words, perhaps a warning, etched there. They’re so close, Kaifen can make out the hairs on Illarion’s chin and the cleft in Pelageya’s.

Saoirse’s breath catches in their throat. Their voice is faraway and dreamlike as they say, “It’s her.”

“It’s- It’s her?” Kaifen tries to clarify. He glances at Saoirse, back at the two villains, and it snaps into place like a button through a hole. He grabs Saoirse’s arm, a physical warning, and snaps, “No. That is not her.”

“Yes,” they say. Their face is alight in a way Kaifen’s never seen. “You- You remember the girl I told you about? The one I’ve been looking for?”

“Yes, I know about the girl, and that’s not-”

Before he finishes his sentence Saoirse’s sprung forward. Kaifen’s hand is snatched along until he lets go and his wobbly squat turns into a fast first landing in a plume of snow.  Saoirse is stumble-running and Adesawa is whisper-shouting their name until it’s obvious they aren’t going to listen.

Adesawa stares in dumbfound silence until she settles on a whispered, “Shit.” Kaifen pulls himself up and hurries back to the safety of her side. Her hand is no longer near her boot but instead at her side. He knows there is a knife in her grip, though he cannot see it.

Pelageya draws her baton and Illarion pulls his elbows back, lighting lingering on each of his rings. Saoirse must realize they’re about to be obliterated if they don’t so something quick and stops in their tracks. They freeze long enough for the stillness to be uncomfortable, and shoot their hands straight into the air.

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#adesawa is nifemi is olusa is heila i cant pick a name #north node #my writing #i am reworking a lot! the plot is changing drastically! im very excited!

[dictionarywrites]

mmm this batjokes au huh

mmm, okay, so bear with me here but

bruce wayne sees one last catastrophe, and it’s a big one. a big train crash, or a whole apartment block goes down, and like everything, like everything, it can be traced down to citywide corruption. 

not to one of the super villains. not to one of the criminals. just to a group of politicians and businessmen cutting corners and looking after each other, and as batman, bruce hears these guys going through this shit... and he’s had enough. 

he calls a group of villains together with some kinda bat signal. poison ivy. the joker and harley. two face. penguin. riddler. freeze. they all come out to this deserted fucking warehouse, and there, sitting on a desk with his legs swinging down, is bruce wayne. big dude, handsome, cleft chin. nice suit.

“you know,” he says quietly, running a hand through perfectly coiffed hair. “i’ve just about had it with gotham. i’m done with it, actually. i’m finished here.”

and all the villains are like, what the fuck. where’s batman??? what the-- bruce wayne? what?

“is that so, sweetheart?” joker says, and he’s immediately stepping forward, dragging his hand over bruce’s cheek because damn, he’s not ever gonna miss a chance to touch a guy like this. “Where ya gonna go?”

“no, no, joker, you misunderstand me,” bruce says, and he gently pushes joker’s hand down. joker turns a look to penguin and riddler like “get a load of this guy!” and they’re just like, we hate you joker, but you have a point. “I’m not going anywhere. gotham’s the one that’s changing. not me.”

“What do you mean?” Ivy asks, slowly.

and bruce explains. politicians? they’ve all gotta go. mayor’s office? out. most of the corp offices? gone. big wall goes up around gotham - big wall. a few hundred feet high, nobody comes in, nobody goes out. we stock up, and we fix things. fix what? fix everything.

just imagine bruce wayne setting up a fucking monarchy, and making all these fucking villains his generals. like... if they have enough money and they have actually nice places to live, if they’ve got stuff to do, most of them don’t actually give a fuck about villainy.

very strict, stringent import/export thing, but suddenly gotham is exporting shit the likes of which the rest of the world kinda desperately wants, so they go with it. they have to. gotham and the surrounding state area... it’s its own thing now, and it’s not worth fighting with.

with ivy, the whole thing can be a biocity. no more dim, dank, dismal gotham! no more fumes - everything’s eco friendly now. flowers bloom on every street. the fucking skyscrapers are insulated with grass and thick-growing vine. penguin runs fuckin entertainment venues. harvey’s justice attorney again, and justice is strict, but with no capital punishment. riddler runs the power grids, and runs city-wide entertainment schemes - fucking wildass scavenger hunts, citizens rewards for figuring out riddles, the kinda shit that goes wild on social media. freeze takes over the running of gotham general, and suddenly the hospital actually has funds??? money??? harley takes over arkham asylum, and makes it...... actually a good fucking hospital.

and there’s joker. standing in the middle of the warehouse, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to the side. all the villains are standing in varying states of “what the fuck”, staring at this rich kid that’s obviously cracked like a fucking egg, but joker... joker’s intrigued.

“Well, you called me here too, Brucey,” he says, laughing. “Whaddya-- You think I want in on your cute lil utopia? What do I get outta this? No more fun! No more chaos!”

“Well, Joker, I’d have thought that was obvious,” Bruce says simply. “I’m not the one that called you here. They all get purpose - they get funding, jobs, responsibilities, lives. You don’t get any of that.”

“What do I get, then? Nice big rocket launcher? Nice new car? A boy t--” 

“Joker,” Bruce says. “You get Batman.” And it’s like the whole word narrows to a point. Joker, standing in the middle of the room, staring into space. 

They’re all in. 

#batjokes #dc #MMMM THIS WOULD #take a lot of finagling to actually do #esp bc bruce would have to REALLY be pushed #and all the kids would have to be elsewhere at least initially #maybe them and alfred are on holiday in aruba for like a month idl #or they'd talk bruce out of this CRAZY SHIT #but #idk #i kinda like the idea