Currently painting fem Bakugo, the vision in words:
Bakugo as a girl still goes by the name Katsuki- duh it’s a feminine name. His face is the same- duh he’s got a feminine face.
He’s still loud and rude and the best hero ever just with tits. It pisses me off when he’s drawn as some helpless chick, this woman’s got abs of steal and strictly wears sweats and a sports bra. Yk the Nike one mascs wear. This is strictly to show off the abs.
His female hero suit is the same, non of that tight fan service bull- She’s there to be a hero not a p0rn st@r.
She’d be the most agressive feminist ever but not even intentionally, she’s sees no difference between her and Deku. He’s weaker than her if anything, he doesn’t treat her differently either.
Basically everything is the same exept she’s got tits that my gay ass can stare at.
I have a little slug that hides in my nostril ring who pokes his head out of the hole like a garden eel/diglet and wiggles down into my throat, but only while I'm high
so here’s something absolutely no one asked for: i wrote this piece for my main writing project but it became just straight up whump so voila
masterlist.
CW: blood, broken nose, forced kneeling, implied torture, general whump (please let me know if i should tag anything else!)
Sterling was forced to watch as they dragged Chiar into the room.
Her hands twitched, nerves betraying what her expression did not. She did not want to be here. She wanted to be anywhere but here.
“Let go of me!” Chiar’s voice was hoarse as he struggled, pulling against the guard’s grip. Sterling didn’t have to guess why his voice sounded like that. What they did to people at Anubis’s order was no secret.
It was guaranteed to have involved a lot of screaming.
The guard did not let go of him, but half-carried, half-dragged him across the room.
Sterling could pick out the bruises on his arms, purple and black and ugly. Her gaze flickered to Anubis beside her.
He leaned against the wall, eyes cold, an unlit cigarette in his hand.
Sterling looked back at Chiar. This time, their eyes met. She could see the panic.
Help.
The cry may not have been verbal, but Sterling could hear it just fine. She did not move. She could not help him. She was a statue of ice and stone and she could not help him.
Chiar looked away first.
Sterling studied the floor. She didn’t dare to look at him again. She had the vague idea that if she did, if she saw the silent plea, she’d be sick. But her hearing was unimpaired. She could hear everything just fine. She could hear the guard dragging Chiar in front of Anubis. The shaking curses and the rattle of the chains.
The guard kicked Chiar in the back of his knees. “Kneel.”
Chiar knelt. He didn’t exactly have a choice. He tilted his head, peering up at Anubis, making a point of not looking at Sterling. He bared his teeth, blood staining his lips. “You know,” he said. “There’s this delightful thing called ‘not-dragging-people-into-your-apartments’. You should try it sometime.”
Sterling paled. Of all the things to say– God.
Anubis raised his hand, a languid gesture, his polished nails catching in the light. A gesture that meant nothing but pain for Chiar.
The guard grabbed the back of Chiar’s head and slammed his face into the ground. Their grip moved to Chiar’s hair, tightening before yanking him back up.
Chiar’s nose was bleeding. There were suddenly two of everything.
Sterling’s lips parted, trying and failing to say anything. Anything at all.
The guard slammed Chiar’s face into the tiles again. And again. On the brilliant green floor, dark stains were spreading.
Please stop.
Chiar was crying.
Stop, don't do this cant you see you’ll kill him, just stop–
Sterling wanted to throw up. Wanted to scream. Her eyes burned. They burned. There was no way she could forget the guard’s hand in Chiar’s hair or the blood on the tiles. She would never be able to forget the terrible sound of skin meeting stone and bone giving way.
–Stop–
The cries had faded to silence.
Then and only then did Anubis raise a finger.
The guard released Chiar and he slumped forward, unconscious.
Chiar.
Stupid, stupid Chiar.
Anubis was talking but she couldn't, could not understand what he was saying over the roaring in her ears.
“--Sterling?”
She blinked. “Sorry?”
Anubis lit his cigarette. “I said, do you think the brat’s learned his place?”
Sterling nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. I’d say so.”
just glorfindel and ecthelion being the beans they are
right before the Fall of Gondolin
“Will you not bind your hair back for the battle?” the question was delivered with an arched eyebrow and half-teasing tone.
And Glorfindel answered with a bright smile, his eyes full of laughter. “I will not. Why should I deprive my enemies of this?” So saying, he pulled his helm on over his golden hair that fell shining down his back.
His companion sighed and pulled his own helm on. Down over dark hair, braided, and clouded eyes.
Glorfindel threw an arm over the elf’s shoulders. “Aii, Ecthelion, cease your worrying. No harm will befall me.”
Ecthelion searched his friend’s eyes. Then he kissed Glorfindel’s forehead and wormed his way out of his embrace. He smiled. “I doubt it not.” But his smile hid the shadow over his heart.
Imagine Patton deciding he was bad for Thomas and taking him to de dark side of the mindscape and telling him he has to stay there for a game, only he never gets to leave.
Virgil and Remus arrive and its ok, he is still waiting for Patton to come back and tell him how the game went or if he did good.
Only he lets Anxiety leave and stay with him, accept him. While he stays there, just how he was told to...
My neighbor likes to smoke pot and watch YouTube on his phone (WITHOUT headphones) on his back porch but it’s ok, I just got him back by blasting Rent for 2.25 hours and singing along
Gillian's face held an unexpected kind of beauty. She looked as if she belonged in an 19th century drawing room, sharing idle chat about Jane Austen's latest novel. But her eyes were full of sparkling energy. She was full of so much love that just listening to her made you feel alive. She wasn't objectively perfect--she was the first to point that out--but she was in the sense that she had a talent for making others feel at ease. She had a magnetic aura. It was hard to go back after knowing her.
This made me feel a lot of things oof,,,this was very nice to read <33 aaaa
After re-reading a bit of Hivebent, and taking a second look at the size of the cliff Tavros fell from, I've decided not to cut brood 1 from 5 grubs to 4 in my fic because realistically, even a troll grub ought to be able to withstand a fall like such.
