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n6ptunova · 6 months

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can u do chris bf headcanons

boyfriend headcanons • chris sturniolo

a/n: ofc pookie!! thank you for the request🫶

warnings: none

- chris would try to act a bit more “chill” and “nonchalant” before you guys date, but once it’s official he turns into the sweetest boy ever. he becomes almost soft spoken when it comes to you and you only.

- he goes to you for fashion advice since he can’t really match clothes. you take him shopping and dress him up in a way that he’s comfortable with but also looks so fine. he might even make one of those tiktoks “my style before and after my gf.” he also loves matching with you for sure.

- speaking of clothes, he LOVESSS when you wear his shirts and hoodies. it doesn’t matter if they’re baggy, tight, or well-fitted on you, he just thinks you look so beautiful in his clothes and he thinks it’s cute how giggly you get and how you burry your face in them admiring his lingering scent. he’ll let you keep your fav hoodie of his too.

- he cannot go to sleep without you. we all know how he’s always sleeping in nick and matt’s rooms, but ever since you got together, he only sleeps in his bed, yours, or the couch but you HAVE to be there or else what else is he gonna cuddle??

- his favourite is when he’s the small spoon laying on top of you and resting his head on your chest (not for that reason but it’s def a bonus) and you playing with his hair till he falls asleep. if he wakes up and you’re separated he’ll whine and cuddle closer to you.

- i think it’s a given that he likes when you play with his hair, it’s his weakness fr. but sometimes when you’re bored you start braiding his hair or trying different hairstyles on him like man bun, piggy tails, space buns or your personal favourite half up half down with some strands falling out. he acts like he’s annoyed when you do this but he melts at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

- he’ll just be looking up with heart eyes at you focusing so hard to perfect the hair style for him and secretly smiling every time you get excited at how cute he looks and the little kisses you cover his face with. he’s so whipped it’s crazy.

- he’s a part of the sassy men apocalypse idc. being in a relationship with chris is mostly joking around and poking fun at each other. so when he’s in a goofy mood and you shrug him off bc you’re busy or not focused he’ll go “oh so you don’t love me anymore?? i see.”

- “babe literally what’s more important than me rn this is insanity.” you always call each other bro but when hes feeling sassy and you call him bro he’ll say, “are you bro/friend zoning me rn. what the fuck.” and sometimes he doesn’t even respond and just crosses his arms dramatically looking away until you say his name or “babe/baby”

- he takes pictures of things he noted you like before eg. the sky, sunsets, flowers, cats, etc. and sends them to you bc it reminds him of you and he knows how excited you get over them.

- he’s a mama’s boy i stand by that, so it’s important for him that you get along with mary lou, which you do! mary lou loves you so much he starts to get jealous of both of you because you’re “stealing” his mom and you’re spending more time with her that chris starts to miss you.

- i feel like in general chris is a bit touch deprived, like in vids he’s always reaching for his brothers’ hands or resting on them, hugging them, leaning on them when laughing etc. now that he has you, you get all these little touches, playing with your fingers subconsciously, tracing circles on your thighs occasionally squeezing it, rests his arms on your shoulder when you’re standing somewhere, always hugging and kissing you on the cheek, forhead, corner of your lips, and even boops your nose sometimes 😭.

- he definitely is always looking at you with loving heart eyes all the time that fans start to make edits of “the way he looks at you” and you both eat them up.

- when he’s sick he turns into a literal child, you have to baby him or else you’ll never hear the end of his whining and complaining. but it’s okay bc when you’re sick he does the same.

- overall that man is just whipped for you fr and his brothers tease him for it sometimes but he doesn’t care (he literally punches their arm almost every time and tells them to shut up but we move!)

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo headcanon #n6ptunova

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gloryy-vs · 1 year

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Omg, I just read your Ao’nung, I was wondering if you could do another one where the reader is the one to do his hair before he goes out to like do his daily task. It’s been floating around and my brain and I think you’d be the perfect person to write it. I love your writing, and it’s totally fine if you don’t feel like writing it. 💗

yes ofc >:) couldn’t think of a title so pls give recs 🤲🏻 a lil short but it’s still cute

characters: ao’nung x reader

ratings: fluff , sfw ,

You pulled his shoulder down, having him sit on the floor while you sat on the hammock behind him. “If you want me to do you hair then you can’t sit next to me.” You said, running your fingers through his fluffy curls. He whined, “That’s bullshit.” You smacked the back side of his head playfully, “You want you beside to look lopsided?” He stayed silent, and you retorted, “That’s what I thought.” You began to massage his scalp, taking your time to ease the tension.

He put his head back, taking great joy in the way your fingers worked his scalp. Having his braids in for a long time made his scalp tense and almost sore, so it was a relief when you took a cold oil that was used when braiding and started from his scalp, all the way down to his ends, making his hair more manageable.

“Ma Eywa, this feels amazing.” He said, a goofy smile rising on his face. You shook your head, slicking his hair back and pulling it back for a second before releasing it. “I know you love it when I do your hair.” You said, grabbing a sturdy twine to secrion off where his braids would start. “You want the same as usual, my love?” You questioned, while your face remained concentrated on parting his hair. Ao’nung nodded curly as to not disturb your work. “You always do my hair the best, when you braid em’ it doesn’t hurt as bad when they’re fresh.” He responded.

You smiled, slicking the sections you made with oil to keep them in place while you worked on the other ones. You grabbed a section of his hair, finally starting to braid his hair against his head while applying the cold oil every so often. You wanted to make them braids tight enough to stay, but not so tight that Ao’nungs’ scalp would hurt.

He sat there comfortably, his eyes closing and then fluttering open while you took your time with his hair. You stopped all the braids you got to so far towards the middle of his head, leaving the rest undone so you could make his signature bun. you took a thicker oil, pressing the ends of each braid down in place so that when you tied up his hair they would come loose. Taking more of the thinner oil you slicked the remained hit of his hair, seeing how the oil made his fluffy curls more defined made you smile in content. You loved the texture of his hair, and you especially loved playing with it. You twisted his hair into a half bun, using a thin vine to tie it up and keep it in place, leaving the good bit of hair left to hang down from it. You rubbed the remaining oil on your hands together, running your fingers through the loose ends of his hair to define his curls again, and made it your finishing point before tapping him on the shoulder.

“All done.” You said. Ao’nung put his head in between your legs, pushing his head back to look up at you. He placed his hands on your thighs before saying, “Thank you.” Putting your hands on either side of his face, you kissed his forehead. “Anytime, skxawng.”

#neteyam x reader #aonung x you #aonung imagine #ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar angst #avatar neteyam #avatar loak #avatar jake #avatar

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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hello my lovelies happy friday!!! enjoy this old draft w plug!eren

cw include/// black coded reader, drug use, smut, whole lotta hair pulling, bad writing

“my hairs getting kinda long,” eren hummed taking a hit of the freshly pearled blunt he had just rolled while you ran your fingers through his soft locs. it was true his hair was pretty long—longer than it’s ever been but you adored it that way. “before you ask no i don’t think you should cut it,” you began to braid a small section and the action alone had eren ready to doze off.

he scoffed passing the blunt to you before sitting up from your lap, “not even just a little? it gets in the way alllll the time y/n” he groaned pushing it back with his freshly tatted hand. “you look so pretty with it this long babe don’t cut it,” you pouted now situating yourself on his lap. eren kissed his teeth plucking the blunt out of your hand, “i’m not tryna look pretty ma ‘n who’s gonna be scared of a guy that looks like he’s got bundles in??” his words made you giggle but he looked dead serious. eren was a man who would rather be feared than loved by others (except you ofc) and you never quite understood.

“you’re still my big scary man even with luxurious hair like that,” you giggled tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. and it was true eren had the shiniest, softest hair you’d ever seen a man have but it was all thanks to you. before eren met you he was a three in one soap kinda guy BUT NOW??? baby you gave him the hookup showing him which products would make his hair shine and feel soft to the touch you couldn’t possibly let him cut all of it off—no not when it’s in it’s prime. “just tie it in a bun you look so handsome when it’s up like that—oh! or half up half down thing you do sometimes it looks so sexy like that,” your words had eren’s cheeks turning crimson and his heartbeat quicken. why did you have to be so damn sweet?

“plus….i like to pull on it when we fuck….and how you let out those lil groans when i do it,” your voice came to whisper as you tangled your fingers in his hair giving it a slight tug. eren let out a low groan nearly dropping the blunt in the process. “and i like how it’s all splayed out whenever i ride you, you look so good like that,” by now eren was fully hard and he wanted nothing more than to take you right there but he couldn’t help but wanna hear more praise about how pretty he looked during sex.

“it’s so pretty eren please don’t cut it,” you pouted toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck. eren took one last fat hit of the blunt before putting it out, both of his hands now resting on your hips,” ight y/n i hear you baby i do i won’t cut it okay? i’ll keep it long just for you.” the idea of getting his hair cut shorter was nice but he was too whipped for you and if you said you wanted it long then he would never let a soul touch a hair on his head. “you’re so sweet baby thank you. i think you deserve a little treat for being the best boyfriend ever yeah?” you smiled sliding the straps of your tank top down to reveal your tits to him.

that’s how you ended up stroking eren’s dick while he sloppily sucked on your nipples. every once in a while you’d give his hair a rough tug just to hear him moan and boy was it music to your ears. “eren, baby would you hand me the blunt,” you asked voice smooth as honey. eren blindly reached for the ashtray not once taking his attention off your breasts until he finally felt the blunt, “mmf here take it,” he grunted nibbling on your nipple just teeniest bit.

by the time you finished the blunt you had milked 3 orgasms out of eren, his cum coating your entire hand. eren looked into your glossy eyes feeling incredibly small in that moment, “okay okay can we fuck now? need to be inside you,” he mumbled nuzzling his face in your naked chest. you hummed licking eren’s cum off your fingers one by one, wiping the excess off with a tissue before speaking, “of course we can baby just on one condition” you smiled twirling a piece of his hair around your fingers. “anything you want ma,” he yanked your sleep shorts and panties off in one swift pull leaving you now completely bare. “it’s not too much to ask…” you trailed off swiping the tip of his dick between your slick folds, “i just want you to look at me the entire time.”

the task seemed entirely too easy until you actually sat on eren’s dick, engulfing him in what he liked to call his own personal heaven. “ohhh shit,” eren groaned his eyes rolling back, his eyes quickly snapped back open once he felt a harsh tug on his hair. “i said eyes on me eren,” you cooed giving his swollen lips a few kisses before sucking on his bottom lip. eren let out another low groan nodding his head at your words, “shit sorry baby you jus’ feel so good can’t even think straight.”

eren grabbed both your wirst in one hand while his other wrapped itself in your hair, tugging even harder when you would yank on his. “d-don’t pull too fuckin’ hard ‘n—mmph! fuck u-up my lace,” eren chuckled at your words that oh so beautiful smile on his face making you want him to fuck your brains out even harder. “you can always repair it baby—fuck, i mean you are amazing with your hands,” eren licked a slow stripe up your neck stopping at the spot just below your ear to suck on it just the way you liked. “just make me cum ren,” you whined dropping your head on his shoulder, your grip on his hair completely faltering.

five orgasms later you and eren somehow ended up on the floor, you laying his chest completely breathless and he was in the exact same state. “my hair doesn’t look too bad does it?” you sighed, sitting up to give eren a better view of your face. you looked like you got into a fight with the couch and lost but eren still thought you looked like an angel. “you look beautiful babe how ‘bout mine?” eren chuckled propping himself up on his elbows. he looked incredible of course his after sex glow making you want to ravage him all over again. “maybe you should cut your hair…you’re too damn cute for your own good,” you kissed your teeth pushing yourself away from him, already missing his warmth.

then he gave you that goddamn smirk. that same smirk that had you weak in the knees for him every time he did it. that same smirk that had you jumping his bones and fucking him until you couldn’t even see straight. you narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you, “don’t look at me like that i’m not doing this with you eren i’m too sore,” you shook your head attempting to get up but your legs failed you horribly. eren sat up fully before pulling you back to his chest, “c’mon babe jus’ one more round and we’re done i promise. i’ll roll a blunt…run you a bath to get you all relaxed and shit.” it was very hard to concentrate on his words with the way he was tapping his tip against your clit but you managed fine, nodding your head and whispering a soft ‘okay just one more.’

#i think i like this…..#i don’t know why i’m always so unsure of my writing now wtf #anyways happy friday ily #eren <3 #plug!eren #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #my writing

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blorbocedes · 9 months

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hi blorbo any lewis ham hair thoughts

that hair transplant is a godsend but I also think he was such a cute baldie 🥹

ranking my favourite lewis hair:

the 2017/18 tip dyed ombré curls with the fade on the side.... when he was letting his curls grow out without that tragic coiffed quiff he was sporting in 14/15. this is also the hottest lewis for me so im biased. I wont him

blonde locs in a double ponytail!!!! the sheer gaggery when he debuted the two blond ponytail. what if I fainted. this is peak babygirlism. it's also SUCH an upgrade of when he actually fried his hair bleaching it in 15

natural fro 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 when he lets the girls breathe i need to impregnate him. sometimes he looks a little silly rabbit but that's my Wife

blondes do have more fun but I love his braids when they're tied up into a little bun or pony, and when he has that Single forehead braid out like zayn malik 2014 amas strand.....

honorary met gala hair because I love that he goes all out. there's been a few misses in the early years but I loved the 2019 headband moment and ofc the 2021 faux locs

I really enjoy that he experiments with his hair and style so much... esp since ron dennis mclaren era and during karting years he had to keep his hair short, so it's nice to see him play around with it once he got to grow it out.

honorary shoutout to baldwis. you may not have had hair but nicole still loved you 🥹🧑🏽‍🦲

#Lewis hamilton #favourite lewis hair #blorbocedes ask #Lewis ham

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bishh-kanya · 11 months

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A guide to incorporate vintage Indian fashion to your daily life .

Statement sleeves

The original Indian attire hardly has mention of blouses it's the colonisation that brought the picture of blouses and sleeves , the rich could afford high necked statement sleeves that are elegant but detailed , white and pastel colours could be considered while experimenting with colourful and neon shades also work .

Pearls

Pearls brought in what everyone could afford , from big statement pearls to small pearls , they offered a sense of extravagance not in a super rich gold , diamond sense but a subtle old money pearl dim shine sense , they elevated ones look and provided a rich zamidar, financially stable look , the use of pearls must be well matched with the choice of necklines and patterns of your attire.

Sarees

Sarees are the ultimate staple to vintage Indian looks tho the mention of salwar can be seen I'll be focusing on the sarees coz ofc I'm in love ,

Satin and shiny sarees provided a glamour look ,you can pair it with some jewellery for a vintage look to yourself.

Statement border sarees , the banarasi , kanjeevaram holds the key to our hearts , the karigari with some beautiful designs in the borders are appreciated and the saree be plain and minimal , while the borders let shine this .

Although the prevalence of organza isn't seen much , the floral designs of the organza material will absolutely coincide with the sleeves and the pearls , floral sarees were also famous then , tho the material differs.

Makeup

Don't shy away with moving in accordance to your features , downturned eyes go with downward liner and lashes, upturned eyes or doe , siren eyes , a long winged liner will take you great miles , use kohl the depth will suit you and even kajal will make you look absolutely lovely , slight blush and skincare will take you miles , for a good make-up look , good skin works best , get the right products for your skin . Maroon and red lipsticks work great , the dusky lipsticks will give you the look as well ,nude lipsticks will be less preferred, but if it suits you go for it . All in all very natural to your face canvas and statement with your eyes and lips .

Hair

Suble hair buns , with some hairs to shape your face will look good, the kala movie is such a good reference to vintage fashion , wavy hairs or straight hairs a bun will give you the look you desire .

Flowers never left

Flowers in the form of gajra or all over your braids , a single flower of love will elevate you so well .

That's all for this post , this is how I see it basically and now i manage to style myself, this may not coincide with the original fashion , but i hope this is helpful, if you like such posts my asks are open for any other arena of Indian fashion you'd like me to explore.

Alvida for now , stay beautiful! :)

#fashion #indian fashion #desiblr #desi tag #desi tumblr #desi culture #desi academia #indian academia #desi aesthetic #indian aesthetic

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blingblong55 · 11 months

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Moments like this- 141+ König

GN!Reader, fluff, romantic! Relationship, civilian! reader

Based on a request: Do you think you could write some hcs (for 141 guys and konig ofc hes my fav<3) where the reader has really long hair?.Just for some inspo: I'm thinking ghosts love language entails him helping brush, wash, care for his s/o hair. And Johnny and konig love playing with their s/o hair, braiding it, learning how to do hairstyles etc...thank you🩷💖

A/N: as soon as I read the request, I thought of Rapunzel when in tangled she gets her hair done by the little girls lol

Price:

This man grew up with only brothers, but he was more of the kinder one, so when it came to you and your long hair, he watched tutorials on how to braid and care for hair.

It was new to him, he hadn't done this, like ever.

But, when he came home after a long and stressful day, he would go to you. Who was already in the couch waiting for him.

He couldn't talk, it was as if his voice had just given out. So what does he do? starts running his fingers through your hair.

Which calms both of you, he someway, somehow fell asleep. And it was definitely the best he's had so far.

So, this become a thing, you dont ask questions and neither does he.

All you do is wait by the couch or in bed and he drops everything and combs through your hair, slowly drifting into sleep.

I like to think he asks Kate and her wife on how to do a pony tail, and although he tries, he gets so frustrated, he ends up giving up.

Gaz:

I whole heartedly believe he grew up with sisters, with that said, he knows how to braid your hair.

I am talking a master at braids, when he isn't in the mood for too much, he brushes your hair, and when he just needs to relax in a warm bath, he drags you in and washes your hair.

There was one time where you were sick, and he knows that if you stay in bed for longer, you won't feel better, so...he washes your hair, putting all the right products in, massaging your scalp and overall being such husband material.

Lots of kisses for sure, he makes sure you get at least 10 kisses per day. And as he brushes your hair, he kisses your forehead.

He even asks his sisters what kind of oils he can use on your hair type to help it grow healthy and strong.

At times when he does come home super late and he is very tired, all he does is crawl into bed and cuddle you, but best believe he is brushing your hair slowly and delicately.

Like Price, it soothes him to brush your hair, makes him sleepy and all. Thats why when he cant sleep, he brushes your hair with his hands.

Soap:

This man also grew up in an all women household and I will not be told otherwise. So, when you and him start dating, and you let your hair down more often, he likes to sits down by the porch and to braids on you.

One time, mainly because his niece made him watch Tangled, he places flowers on your freshly done braid. He even took pictures of you, and best believe that picture is now carried everywhere he goes. I am talking wallet, vest pocket, phone wallpaper, and has drawn it on a lot of sketch books.

He also loves messing with you, and because you trust him so much with your hair, he gives you a literal unicorn horn, which makes you two cry so hard from laughing.

He also drew that in a sketch book. When his nieces are around, he brags on his skills. And to demonstrate he is good at doing hair, he makes you sit on a pillow on the floor as he does your hair.

Messy buns are a no at times, because he loves to see you in his hair dos.

There was one time where you were so drunk but it was the same day you had to wash your hair that he did it for you. There was a mess everywhere, but he did the job and there is definitely no complaining.

Ghost:

This man is awkward and sometimes weirded out by physical touch, so to make you feel better he started to follow influencers that taught him about the importance of hair care.

He tries so hard at times, but it's the intention that matters. One night, while you were sad, brushed your hair and hummed a tune.

And slowly he realizes this could be his way of showing his affection towards you, so he does it everyday now.

When you wake up, there he is , waiting to comb your hair. At night after a shower, he is waiting by the bed to comb your hair and listen to what you did all day.

After deployments when he comes tired, he lays on the couch and you lay on top of him, he, like price and gaz, falls asleep as he combs through your hair.

Your hair at times is untamable, which bothers him, but it teaches him patience, so he goes for the long run and slowly but surely does your hair justice.

At times when you two, have rough sex, he gets mad at himself for making your hair a mess. But not to worry, that one of his ways of aftercare is to comb your hair.

König:

We all know this man is a gentle giant, it's a fact at this point. Anyways, his love language is physical contact, so when there are days you don't feel like hugging or just being touched in the slightest by him (rarely happens im sure) he combs your hair.

I also like to believe he is the only child, so like the golden retriever energy kind of man he is, he adores when he can do other activities with you, like your hair.

Before him, it was a mess, you'd wake up, comb it and give yourself split ends and now, it's so smooth and nice and puffy, it's just so perfect.

I know for sure at night when he can't sleep he is watching YouTube tutorials for different kinds of hairstyles.

One time he ran out of hair gel because for a whole week all he did was try weird and definitely funny hair do's.

Best believe like Ghost, after a night of fun, his form of aftercare includes him coming your hair.

He reads on how braiding your hair can help it grow, so, everynight since he braids your hair and makes sure it's not pulling your hair, just so you can get a nights rest.

If you use a bonnet, this man will literally learn why that is and also ask around with his female comrades.

A/N: I did this in such rush, so if I did get a few wordings wrong...sorry not sorry..

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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redhothoney · 6 months

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A long 4ggravate highschool au headcanons thingy because I am a multi fandom bastard and I'm hyperfixated on them

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Tighnari and Alhaitham are the two smartest, but they aren't academic rivals. Haitham is better at literature and social studies, while Tighnari is better at math and science. They tutor each other on their bad subjects.

Kaveh is the art kid, ofc. He loves drawing and painting. He once made a whole sturdy structure out of marshmallows and toothpicks. He draws Haitham the most, but claims he draws Cyno more.

Last is Cyno, he's sporty and a huge teachers pet. He has office duty and has a huge ego about it. He lets Kaveh get away with skipping, but annoys Haitham and Tighnari about being a second late.

Now dating time!

The first crush that ever happened in the group was Alhaitham getting a crush on Cyno in elementary school. He just thought Cyno was the prettiest in a cute elementary schooler way.

Og highschool couples were cynonari and kavetham. The couples would often go on double dates, one time Cyno and Kaveh ran off at a fair leaving Haitham and Tighnari behind. The two walked around holding hands and Haitham won Tighnari a huge fox plushie, but it was tOtAlLy PlAtOnIc

After a while communication happened and they all realized they liked each other.

Haitham and Tighnari constantly hold hands in the hallways. Tighnari is always nervous that someone's gonna just touch his tail, so Haitham is his shield.

Kaveh does Cyno's hair everyday before classes start. High pony with bangs, low pony, a messy bun. Kaveh is in love with Cyno's hair. But the one time it backfired was with pigtails. Cyno almost beat the shit outta Kaveh

Cyno drags Haitham everywhere because scary dog privilege. Haitham also just picks Cyno up at random times to annoy him. Cyno just wiggles like a feral cat, but after a while goes limp.

Kaveh loves to nap on Tighnari's tail. The blonde is absolutely obsessed with it. He'll put cute clips on it, he'll braid the longer parts, and it's just his comfort spot. He brushes Tighnari's tail to help calm himself.

Kaveh and Haitham go to the library all the time. Kaveh loves reading about ancient architecture, while Haitham grabs almost every book he can find on authors to quench his hyperfixation.

Cynonari go on ice cream dates. Cyno loves mint choco while Tighnari despises it with a passion. Tighnari always gets some "tropical fruit" like lychee or dragon fruit. Cyno is basic as hell, vanilla or mint choco.

Lastly they all always attend Cyno's games. For whatever sport he does, they're always the loudest fans. One time Kaveh almost physically fought a girl because she claimed to be Cyno's #1 fan (dramatic bitch)

#genshin impact #4ggravate #tighnari #cyno #kaveh #alhaitham #highschool au #cynonari #kavetham #sike bitch it's poly 4aggravate

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j0ystix · 6 months

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SOME random brain rot HCs for a BSD gender swap AU

- in the mafia, the number of braids in your hair signifies your hierarchical position (usually for the women). Port Mafia Dazai had three braids, so does Chuuya(but she only wears them during formal meeting) and Kōyō wears them too! Akutagawa has 2 braids but she only wears them during formal meetings

So executives have 3 then leader of command units have 2 and so on. Mori doesn’t wear braids unless it’s for formal meetings, then she will have one braid bun.

- Chuuya used to do Dazai’s braid and she loves them so much that sometimes she forgets to take them out. Her hair becomes matted and entangled as a result

- when dazai left the mafia and Akutagawa rose up the ranks, Chuuya insisted for Akutagawa to let her do her braids for her first formal meeting as a commander of a unit. Akutagawa was reluctant but allowed it anyways. Chuuya would twirl up Akutagawa’s hair and imagined it curly like Dazai’s and she’ll get gloomy

- oh ya I imagine fem dazai tying a braid on fem Oda’s hair and Oda would say “but I’m just a low rank member. I shouldn’t be wearing braids” Dazai would blow raspberries and tell her that braids suit her. Spoiler: Dazai’s cannot braid for shit

- ADA Dazai would braid Atsushi’s hair (her braiding skills improve in the ADA). She does this for Atsushi knowing that braids were a sign of power and respect in the mafia because that’s how much she values Atsushi (and Oda)

- Whenever Ango thinks about Dazai, she would unconsciously twirl her hair because Fem Dazai has a habit of twirling her hair when talking to people she likes

- Once, Akutagawa fall sick while initiating a combat with Atsushi. Atsushi brought her to her apartment and took care of her. Atsushi even gave Akutagawa one of her nice hello Kitty shirt and of course Akutagawa acted ungrateful but she was too sick to hurt Atsushi. Atsushi combed her hair and bought Akutagawa nice smelling soap and perfumes (things Atsushi would normally not buy for herself) they would sleep side by side and Akutagawa would wait for Atsushi to sleep before whispering “thank you, jinko” and then leaving Atsushi’s apartment in the middle of the night.

Akutagawa never returned the shirt which made Atsushi cry BUT we will see her wearing it in another OVA episode hehe

- Akutagawa picks on Atsushi’s looks but Atsushi never commented on Akutagawa’s looks :(

- Chuuya definitely wears bikinis to the beach while Dazai wears the ugliest flowery-Hawaiian button up she can find

- fem dazai has puppy dog eyes

- Chuuya wears super strong perfume so everyone would scrunch up their noses when she’s around LOL she doesn’t realise it

- Fukuzawa did assign collarpins with the ADA logo for the ADA members but she didn’t want to give it to them because she feared they may misbehave in public with the collar on. During formal meetings, all the girls (including Ranpo and Kenji) wears a black blazer, black pencil skirt and a white blouse with tights and the collar pin

- Nikolai went undercover as a male government agent for six months. I have no idea how she hid her boobs, don’t ask me

- Tachihara literally has a slutty waist idc that her male counterpart is as straight as a trapezoid

- Chuuya was the one who helps Akutagawa transition into womanhood like educate her on pads and sex and what not. Chuuya loved acting like an older sister to Akutagawa but ofc Akutagawa only cares for Dazai

- Dazai doesn’t really physically abuse Akutagawa (she still does but much lesser than male Dazai, I think female dazai tends to resort to non-physical means to get what she wants when compared to male dazai), she emotionally and verbally abused her (like blackmail and gaslight) until Akutagawa became so detached with her emotions. She somehow managed to manipulate Akutagawa into thinking that Dazai saved her and that she’s nothing without Dazai so Akutagawa really clung onto Dazai for a reason to live

- Akutagawa gets pissed when she sees Dazai coddling Atsushi with hugs, hair braids etc. dazai is definitely a handsy person

- Atsushi pants a cop before LOL

- they would be on a mission to negotiate with some man only to realise he was Dazai’s ex fling LOL this happened way too many times

- people describe Dazai as “the woman you’d die for” , “The fallen Angel”, “Bloody Mary”, “a beauty” etc.

- I think Bloody Mary is her most well known name (coined by Mori) because although fem Dazai is relatively less physical violent than male Dazai, both are still super formidable and they cause the same amount of damage. Fem Dazai kills her opponents with poison (cliche I know) BUT there will be moments where we see 15-18 PM Dazai going physically head to head with an enemy

- Dazai is said to humiliate and strip her victims of their dignity before killing them. For eg, she lures men to her room and kills them when they’re naked so their bodies and bondaged are found undressed and in such unsavoury positions.

- Both SKK are maneaters of the Port Mafia

- I’d imagine people calling Dazai and Chuuya succubi

- Jouno and Tetchou are Tachihara’s “older sister” figure but Hirotsu and Gin are her family :)

- people definitely refer to Jouno and Chuuya “that one crazy chick”

- Sigma is a cutie patootie and Nikolai scolds her for not having a backbone against men

Let’s ask our genderbend character what type of men/women do they like:

Dazai: ah~ I’d love to commit suicide with a fireman. I heard they’re muscular and they look sooo good in their uniforms. We can jump into a river together while he holds me in his big arms~ it’ll be nice if he’s taller than me too—oh wait! Actually, short men are kinda cute hehe, about 160cm?

Kunikida : I have 107 requirement-

Atsushi : uhm no preference but as long as he’s well mannered and he likes to eat! It’ll be good if he can fight but not t-too violent…

Ranpo : men are stupid

Kyōka : …

Kenji ; that’s a really good question…I like my steak rare! (She doesn’t understand what a ‘type’ is)

Tanizaki : I- *gets glared by her brother*

Yosano : anybody with the same interests as me *takes out machete*

Chuuya : never really thought bout it…hm…I’d love a man who can keep up with me. I guess tall men aren’t that b- (Dazai: any guy you see is taller than you) SHUT UP BIMBO…Oh I guess I’m into smart men, it’s attractive when they’re calculative and shit ooh and I like it if they’re funny! I can’t stand all that seriousness

Higuchi : Senpai.

Akutagawa : no comment. (Audience: aww cmonn) hm if I have to profess than perhaps a tall man, with brown fluffy hair and eyes, wears a coat with a black vest- (Audience: so you just like Dazai if she was a guy?) exactly.

Fyodor : I like men with no thoughts (Dazai : what) I like if he’s unable to think independently and constantly relies on me to mobilise his choices. I like them utterly weak and defenceless.

Nikolai : big coc-

Sigma : I like anybody who spends in my casino

Jouno : PLEASE even if I do tell you my type, what are you gonna do? No man will ever meet my standards! They’re all pigs!

Tetchou : *shrugs*

#bungou stray dogs #fem chuuya #fem dazai #fem skk #soukouku #bsd genderbend #bsd genderswap #bungou stray dogs genderswap #fem atsushi #fem akutagawa #bsd sskk #fem sskk

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nerdy-prudes-must-age-regress · 16 hours

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Do you have cg!Lords in black headcanons :) ???/nf

YESSSS SHAKES U more undercut!

Wiggly:

-He’ll spoil and absolutely BABY his little. Getting them little plastic crowns and plastic jewelry(or if they have biting needs he’ll get like. Those chewy necklaces & bracelets & rings)

-for nicknames, he uses “little prince/princess/royalty”, “baby”, “little one”.

-he usually sits his little on his lap while he plays with their hair, and sometimes ends up braiding it, putting it in buns, any hairstyles he can do, will do.

-he usually plays games like “hide and seek” with older littles, and “peek-a-boo” & “tag” for the younger.

-he sometimes lets his little meet wilbur, letting wilbur play with them and wiggly will just giggle while seeing his little so happy

Pokey:

-very gentle with his littles, always rocking and bouncing them whenever he holds them

-he gets star-themed toys and outfits for his little.

-nicknames from him are “star” “starlight” “my little meteor” “moonlight” “shooting star”

-he gets those plushies with the stars & moons lights that come out of them :3

-sings lullabies for his littles <3

Nibbly:

-uses the nicknames such as “sweetie” “sweetie pie” “sugar” “sugar cake” “honey pie” “honey bunny” and “cupcake” for his littles!

-spoils his little with all the sweets in the world omg

-absolutely loves baking with his little, but makes the area extra safe so that way they don’t get hurt

-gets them food related squishies cuz. Ofc he would

Tinky:

-Uses the nicknames such as “stopwatch” and “timekeeper” for his littles <3

-Gets his littles those sound clock-looking things and also gets time themed outfits and blankets <3

-he’ll sometimes play hide & seek with his littles and once he finds them, he’ll be like “there’s my baby goat!”

-gives his littles piggyback rides <3

Blinky:

-uses the nicknames “my little watcher” and “baby-eyes” for his littles

-he brings his littles to watcher world, letting them on the safer rides with him

-He gives his littles a bunch of piggyback rides!!!

-like pokey, he always sings lullabies for his littles, like “you are my sunshine” or will make them up on the spot <3

Bonus! Cg webby hcs <3

-calls her littles “little bug” or “my spider cub”

-she makes blankets out of her web for her littles!

-she bounces her littles to make them giggle, especially if they’re upset

-gives the best cuddles ever! And gives tons of forehead kisses <3

-lots of hairstyles she’ll give her littles. LOTS

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filmfanaticsblog · 8 months

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headcanons of ponyboy being head over heels for reader 🙌🙌🙌

Head Over Heels!Ponyboy x Reader HCS

(A/N: Thank you for the ask anon!!)

-Reads to you to help you sleep easier

-ALL OVER YOU

-The sweetest you could ever imagine

-LOTS of dates, the drive in, the diner, picnics, anything. He wants to be with you ALL THE TIME

-LOTS and LOTS of kisses on the cheeks

-EVEN MORE HUGS!!

-Links your pinkies and holds your hands no matter what

-absolute cuddle bug with you

-Makes everyone move off of the couch so you can sit there with him

-calls you sweetheart/sweetie

-LOVES when you play with his hair

-He likes how it feels on his scalp

-But he knows you hate when there is hair grease on your hands, so he takes the grease out of his hair before hanging out

-Walks you to classes

-Sits with you at lunch

-Gives you his lunch if you’re still hungry, then after school you buy him food at the diner

-You patch each other up after rumbles

-You usually end up teaming up at rumbles no matter what

-Recommends books to you to read

-You read them and bond over them

-You have stacks upon stacks in your bedroom of books to read from him

-You braid his hair and put it in ponytails and buns and stuff

-He lets you draw on him with your pens in class

-He lets you do his makeup, but makes sure you get it off before anyone sees (it’s the 60s, ofc he’s not gonna wanna keep it on)

-You, Soda, and Pony always hang out at the DX

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wine red, tears gold - chapter 3.

king aegon II x baratheon ofc

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a 'what if aegon didn't get poisoned and the greens technically won the dance but at what cost' au. basically aegon, alicent, otto and jaehaera are the only greens alive. and larys i guess. someone get rid of this guy.

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content: smut (specifics below cut), canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn, infidelity

jealous sea - meg myers • drinking lightning - AWOLNATION

warnings: oral (f receiving)

Waves upon a placid sea, bobbing with the tide. The warmth of the water enveloped her and was something akin to comfort— something she was severely lacking these days.

Lyanna imagined herself as a piece of driftwood lost in the ocean, strewn back and forth with the motion of the swells, wishing and hoping to wash ashore, but not actually moving.

Opening her eyes, she sat up in the tub, filling her lungs with air. Her maids gasped and fretted over her, citing that she could drown doing such things. Mayhaps she could, but it was unlikely. If the Gods were to strike her down and have her drown in a bathtub after being the queen for approximately a fortnight, then so be it. She would be of a similar laughing stock as Rhaenyra was around the Keep. The two of them would be dubbed ‘The Half-year Queen’ and ‘The Drowned Queen’. The jest almost brought a smile to her face– almost.

It had been a half-month since she had moved to her own chambers, since Aegon had dubbed her hideous and unworthy of his time. She fell into a deep depression for about three days, only allowing Alicent in her chambers. Tears weren’t shed, no– she was too numb for it. She felt as if she was living outside of her body, chained to her husk like a ghost.

On the fourth day, something in her snapped. Mayhaps it was the last of her innocence, of her girlish and naive view of the world finally shriveling up and dying– but the numbness didn’t hurt any longer. It was just there, an ever present reminder that this was her life now. As melancholy as she was, she felt it a duty to herself to atleast make an effort. So, on that fourth day, she picked herself up and requested a golden and green dress to wear, having her hair up in a half-do with intricate braids. Her posture was set rigid, her hands clasped over one another, now adorned in rings. She walked the gardens with Alicent and some other ladies, visited the Sept, and read in the library.

Aegon was nowhere to be found during those times and she wondered if he was avoiding her– it would be good, if so. Let him.

She decided to make a statement– to attend the Small Council meeting, another one of Alicent’s suggestions. Lyanna wished to be taken seriously, and should have her hand in many pots, so to speak, at the Keep and in King’s Landing. The Small council was one of those.

This morn, a half-month since her wedding, it was particularly dreary. Storm clouds hung above King’s Landing like an oppressing force, hiding away the sun and churning up the seas. Instead of indulging in the gloomy weather, she had her maids dress her brightly– a dress yellow like the sun, embroidered with gleaming jewels and a sweeping decollage to match, leading to an ornate depiction of a golden stag. Her hair was braided into two buns, fixated to her head with interweaving golden accents and pearls.

As she entered the council chamber, which was already in session, the heads at the tables turned to her. All of the men at the table stood up and bowed their heads except for one.

Aegon sat across the table, leaned back in the chair like a sloven cad, looking less than enthused at Lyanna’s presence. “My dear wife, dressed so brightly,” he mused, his fingers grasping around the marble ball at the table– his was golden and pink, an homage to Sunfyre– “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Husband,” she greeted back in a similar temperature, her facade warm. She looked at him head on, unwavering in her stance. Outwardly, she was the symbol of stalwart, a small smile gracing her lips. On the inside, she was remembering everything he had said, what he had done– she wanted to run away, to cower like a little girl. Lyanna smoothed down her skirt, “I simply wished to sit in on the meeting. Forgive me for my absence these past two weeks, my lords. I’ve needed much time to adjust to the capitol– but I am ready now to attend each meeting going forward.” she spoke evenly, moving towards an empty seat. It was across from Aegon’s. She pulled her own marble out from her pocket and put it in the circular ramekin– hers was colored gold and green.

“Each meeting?” Aegon drawled. “Certainly there is no need for that– mayhaps your time would be better spent with the court ladies, organizing luncheons and the like.”

Lyanna seethed beneath the surface, resisting the urge to pick at her cuticles. She took a deep breath. “Yes, each meeting. I don’t see why I cannot attend each small council meeting and organize luncheons with my courtiers, husband. Now, what is the topic of discussion?”

One of the lords spoke up, she recognized him as Ser Wylde, “Ah– yes, your grace,” he bumbled slightly, trying to remember the subject of conversation before she had come in, “There are… some emissaries from Dorne arriving on the morrow. We are ascertaining what sort of welcome they should receive.”

Otto Hightower was sitting near Aegon, his eyes not leaving Lyanna since she had arrived in the chamber. He seemed amused. “We were speaking of the cost it would be to give them a warm welcome. A feast, a celebration and the like– the coffers won’t support such an event.”

Lyanna perked a brow, her thumb and forefinger rimming around the marble idly, not dissimilar to how Aegon had been fiddling with his before– this was by coincidence, however– “Well, if I may be so bold as to put myself in their shoes,” she began, “It is quite a long and tenuous journey from here to Dorne, if I recall correctly. If I were a diplomat from Dorne getting off the boat after such a dreary travel, the last thing I would want is an extravagant party and hundreds of people to meet and entertain. What if we gave them a warm, intimate welcome? Mayhaps dinner with the King and I, some food and music, wine and a bit of dancing. Nothing overly… pompous.”

“They are from Dorne. They are overly pompous. Surely they would be bored of a small gathering and take it as an insult?” Aegon countered.

“What would you suggest then, my king?” Lyanna quipped back, leaning forward in her seat. Her leg was bouncing under the table errantly as she tried to contain her anxious energy.

Aegon stared blankly at Lyanna, the marble still rolling between his fingers. Then, he slammed it back down onto the wooden placing. “It is the best idea we have had. Very well. Small and intimate. Grandsire, you and mother shall attend as well. You’re much better at… diplomacy than I. Mayhaps we shall see how my dear Lyanna fares at her first taste of it, hm?”

After about thirty more minutes of back and forth about other subjects, the meeting was adjourned. The Lords left, leaving Lyanna and Aegon alone in the chamber.

She picked up her marble and placed it back in her pocket, straightening her skirts as she got up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Aegon spoke then, having come up behind her quicker than she could register.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in over a ten-day and you show up to the council meeting looking like… a beacon of the sun– and challenging me in front of the council. That is what I am speaking about.” Aegon’s hand grabbed her wrist as it came back out from her pocket, looking over it.

Lyanna glowered at him. “I am simply doing my duty as Queen. A good queen is informed about the going-ons of her small council, is she not?”

Aegon snorted. “Oh, yes– another page out of my mother’s book. Arriving somewhere you weren’t invited to fashionably late wearing the loudest outfit possible with the subtext of wanting attention. Do you even have an original thought in your head, wife? First, you could only parrot your oaf of a father’s words, and now my mother is trickling her spew down your ear. Truly, you’re like a fucking puppet. Where are you strings, puppet?” he sneered, pinching at her bare collarbone.

She let out the tiniest of whimpers at his pinch, doubling down and smacking Aegon right across his face.

He answered with a whimper of his own, his bottom lip pouting out for a moment. “Still not original, little rabbit.” he growled, squeezing her wrist tightly.

Over her stint locked away in her room, she thought of many things she wished to do to Aegon– anything to make him feel a semblance of the pain he had put unto her. Her knee came up, knocking him straight in his balls.

“Fucking, fuck,” he groaned, releasing her wrist and doubling over.

She expected him to explode at her, unsheathe his sword and cut her down for raising a hand– and knee– to him. But, when he looked up, he was smiling. “T-that… was original,” he croaked out, chuckling. “I kind of enjoyed that.”

Lyanna’s lip curled up. “You’re a pig.” she promptly picked up her skirts and left the room, not entirely sure what had just happened.

–

Up until that moment, Aegon hadn’t felt anything but mostly indifference to Lyanna. She was boring, plain featured and nothing to write home about.

Still, even after all he had said to her– he had meant it– he still felt… odd that she hadn’t spoken to him since then. Being married to Helaena was a hell in itself, but even hell can become familiar. Aegon was a creature in need of affection, of touch. Even when it was his mother slapping him or his grandsire pushing him– that meant that they loved him, in some way, right? With Helaena, she didn’t like touch like he did, shying away usually. They came to a middle ground during some point in their marriage that when Aegon needed touch, he could lay his head in Helaena’s lap while she embroidered or talked to bugs. They wouldn’t speak to one another– they just knew, and so it was.

Helaena was gone now, though. And now it felt that the only physical contact he got from others was those that he paid for and those that he earned from his mother and grandsire. And now, Lyanna, apparently. Her hand was warm when it came across his face and her lip quivered like she was on the verge of tears again. He couldn’t resist getting another jab in– and neither could she, apparently, as she kneed him in the balls. That was a new one for him and it fucking hurt– but it sent an electric shock to the fucked up part of his brain– wasn’t that all of it? – and he somewhat liked it. Not in a sexual way, contrary to what one might think, but in a way that he needed… contact.

He mulled it over for hours after it happened, deep into the night. He wanted to knock at her doors and explain the entirety of his fucked up life and his previous fucked up marriage to his sister and how she used to let him lay his head on her lap– and if he could do it with her.

But he would be an idiot if he thought that would work.

The following day, into the feast welcoming the Dornish emissary, an unfamiliar feeling bubbled up in his chest as he sat at the table.

Lyanna, dressed in sunflower yellow, looking as radiant as the sun, was dancing with one of the Dornish men. Prince Qyle, he remembered. His hands were grasped firmly around Lyanna’s waist– she was corseted tighter than normal today, he noted– as they danced.

He tried to pinpoint the feeling– it was a warmth simmering in his gut, threatening to boil over at any moment if this man didn’t get his hands off of his wife. Aegon’s pulse thrummed in his neck, his blood searing hot in his veins.

She laughed– Lyanna laughed. Aegon didn’t think he had ever heard that noise before but he longed to hear it again. He bit down on his lip, drawing blood. Why did he care if she was dancing with him? Aegon didn’t even really like her– she… she wasn’t hideous, of course, and in the right light and colors, she was pretty but– she was boring! A boring woman with nothing to offer him, when he could easily procure any woman of his choice just outside the castle walls. A boring woman who… he had made cry. Who he had said horrible things to– who was now dancing with a fucking Dornish prince and laughing. A Dornish prince who had his hands on his wife, the fucking queen– he was jealous.

Jealous? Jealousy never really permeated him until he was intertwined with Lyanna. At their wedding, with the men pawing at her– and now.

His blood was on fire and he needed to quell it. Immediately.

Hours passed during the feast and Aegon didn’t make a move– until he saw Lyanna leave the hall and go back to her chambers. It was a horrible idea, in truth, to follow her– but he couldn’t help it. As she went to close the door behind her, Aegon stopped her hand, slipping in and closing it.

“Hello, wife,” he murmured, trying not to sound as if he was in pain– which he was, the blood of the dragon running through him like sweltering lava. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Lyanna looked surprised to see him, her big brown eyes glazing over once more like they had when they first met– like a rabbit in the snare of a predator. “Husband,” she responded slowly, her hands reaching up to pull the pins from her hair. “Yes, I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly. Prince Qyle is a fantastic dancer.”

“Oh– I’m sure. You let him put his hands all over you like you’re some sort of commodity.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell me, did you like him touching you? Holding you close and no doubt whispering sweet nothings in your ear?”

Lyanna simmered for a moment, plopping down the pearl pins onto her boudoir. “Are you quite finished yet?”

Aegon bit the inside of his cheek, his blood still stoked to a flame. “No, the opposite in fact. It’s hilarious, really— how I was so ready to grovel at your feet last night, offer an olive branch to you,” he paced back and forth, twisting his rings, “But then you just have to throw it back in my face, hm? Parade yourself like a whore with a fucking Dornish prince of all things. Is this your idea of getting back at me? Hm? Notching your corset tighter and… looking like the sun itself and letting another man put his hands on you?”

She stopped fiddling with her hair as the last pin came loose, letting it fall down her back in dark brown waves. “You really have the audacity to call me a whore, Aegon?” she murmured, fingers gripped on the wooden edge of her vanity. “You are a whore, Aegon. As much as any of the ones you pay to sleep with you.”

The king scoffed, an unbelieving chuckle coming from his throat. “A whore. You call me a whore?” he glanced at her with red rimmed eyes, brow furrowed.

“Yes, you’re a whore. Mayhaps I should treat you like one. If I threw you some coin, would you grovel at my feet as you were so ready to do so last night, apparently?”

His mouth went slightly dry at the notion, his clothes feeling a bit tighter than before. Clearing his throat, he adjusted the collar of his doublet. “I have no need for your coin,” he retorted, “I’d do it for free.”

This caught her off guard and she turned to him. “… what?”

“I’ll grovel. I’ll prostrate myself for you like a whore— if,” his voice changed tone, something akin to uncertainty. It reminded Lyanna of their wedding night. “If you… will indulge me for the evening.”

Lyanna looked dumbfounded, her abashed confidence melting away. “You want to… couple with me?” she murmured with confusion.

“I can make you feel good if you just… let me sleep here tonight.”

She blinked profusely at his seemingly timid offer. She didn’t exactly know what he meant by it, but it made a warmth tingle within her at the thought. “… okay.”

Aegon’s eyes flicked up to her in disbelief, he didn’t expect her to say yes. He resisted the urge to smile smugly, as not to irritate her further. “Can I touch you?”

Lyanna nodded slowly.

He came before her as she sat at her vanity, very much still dressed from the feast. Kneeling down, he rucked up her skirts and dragged a testing finger near her inner thigh.

“… tickles.” she mewled, twitching slightly. They both must’ve indulged too much in wine this eve, or else this may not be happening.

“Damned skirts,” he growled, flitting through layers of tulle and silk. Throwing caution to the wind, he unsheathed the Valyrian Steel dagger at his hip, “Stay still.” he started at her chest, bringing the blade downward to slice the fabric apart like butter, effectively cutting her out of her outfit. She was left in her underclothes and corset.

Her face went beet red at the gesture, the unexpected precision of Aegon made that heat within her continue to build. “Y-you could’ve taken it off like normal, Aegon— this was Myrish lace!”

“Too much time and effort. I think you quite liked it as well,” he hummed, bringing the pad of his thumb to the apex of her thighs, feeling a growing wet spot. “Seems I was right.”

“… hmm,” she murmured, hiding her face behind her hands.

He pressed a hand to her corseted chest, leaning her back against the desk, his other hand prying open her legs further, to where she was positioned exactly how he wanted her. He hooked his arms under her thighs, effectively throwing both of her legs over his shoulders. Peering up at her from below, the way she hid her face, the edges of red blush eking out from her parted fingers, her now tousled hair falling over her like a curtain— it made something deep within him stir, something he couldn’t quite name yet.

Sliding the soft cotton of her panties to the side, he observed her form. He had been up close and personal with his fair share of cunt, but not usually in clear lighting and not black-out drunk. Her folds were a lovely shade of pink, curtained by dark brown curls. Parting them with his fore and middle finger, he found what he was looking for. His tongue prodded at her pearl experimentally, testing her reaction.

Her fingers opened slightly, the deep color of her eyes staring at him hazily. “W-wh— what was that?”

Aegon almost felt bad for her, poor thing had likely never touched herself before— surely this had to be an act of kindness and service that he was introducing this to her. “Your clit, dear,” he spoke before rasping at it again with his tongue, extracting a surprisingly delightful little whimper from her. “Feels good?”

Lyanna’s fingers were closed once more as she hid. “Mmhm…”

Wishing to hear her little noises again, he pulled her closer to his face, his hands gripping her bottom like a lifeline. He started slow, licking up and down her folds, savoring and enjoying her taste. Then, he decided he was done being merciful. His mouth latched onto her clit, suckling at it like he was a man starved. Her whimpers of pleasure turned into a siren’s song, breathy moans, broken strings of his name— she didn’t even know what she was asking for, but she wanted more.

“A-Aeg— w—,” Lyanna cried, the coil of warmth within her coming to a searing height, “S-some… something—,” her hand had autonomously threaded into his hair, pulling on his strands. He had seen the expression of bliss and ecstasy on her face, with the light of the candles illuminating the delicate planes of her face as she came and he thought she looked… beautiful. Her climax hit her hard and fast, her legs shaking as she unraveled completely, thighs snapping close around Aegon’s face.

He didn’t mind, of course— if he was to suffocate between a woman’s thighs after making her come, so be it. As a bonus, he kept up his ministrations on her pearl, not letting go until she pulled him off like a leech.

“S’too much— t-too much,” she heaved. Lyanna’s skin was pinkened, legs shaky still like a newborn fawn. “W-what was that? That wasn’t coupling— it wouldn’t result in a child.”

Aegon wiped his face with the back of his hand. “No, it wasn’t. It’s called pleasure, Lyanna. You surely have a lot to learn about it, it seems.”

“… I don’t understand.”

“That’s what whores do, they are experienced in the art of pleasure. It all isn’t just to make children— that isn’t the end all be all of it— sometimes, you can do it just for fun, for release, for pleasure— and also for love and romance and all that.”

“Hm.” she huffed, “So you aren’t… going to fornicate with me?”

Aegon smirked. “You put it so delicately, my queen,” his grin was toothy and made Lyanna feel faint, “No. Not right now at least— although, I am not opposed to it in the future. It is expected to conceive an heir but we have time for that.”

“Oh. Well… what about your… pleasure? Your release?”

His brow furrowed for a moment. This was the part where he’d have a whore ride him to completion or take him in her mouth— but he didn’t exactly feel the need to do it now. He was aroused, to be sure, but it wasn’t an overwhelming need like usual. He felt… satiated by satiating her. “No need.”

He helped her out of her corset and into her nightgown, relishing in how she subtly leaned into his touch.

“So, you just wish to sleep here tonight?” she asked as she climbed into bed.

“Yes— and I have… a request,” he climbed in after her, discarding everything but his small clothes on the floor. “Can I rest my head… here?” he pointed to her lap.

He fully expected her to laugh at him, to berate him— even if, deep down, he knew she wouldn’t— but she just nodded. “Just… lay?”

“Just lay.”

She pat her lap and he slowly descended, putting his head down. It felt… good. She was soft in all of the right places and she smelled… pleasant. And she was warm. He curled up next to her, bringing his body into itself and closing his eyes.

Sometime during the night, he felt her fingers glide through his hair, drawing soothing circles on his scalp as he slept.

He hadn’t slept better since he was a child.

this is what lyanna's 'revenge' outfit looked like.

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nevraeldarya · 3 months

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hello! i’m planing to draw rhea, but most of her descriptions are scattered through chapters and link-notes at the end of a few, as well as not being super specific for things like hair styles, personal aesthetics, ect. my question is, can you create an aesthetic/mood board of key traits for rhea? like color palette, hair styles & colors, accessories, maybe if you can find a photo of someone with similar facial structure to how you imagine rhea. it would be super helpful, so thank you if you do!

also, if you could add in already established accessories like her trident, bracelet, apollos laurel and whatever else i forgot that would be great too <3

feel free to add anything you think would help in drawing her ofc

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- 🌙 anon

I already posted a picture (an edited picture) of Rhea, here is the post I don’t want you scrolling days of posts 🙃

But here are more details.

In the first half of the book she was 170cm tall, now in HOO she is 190cm tall, ROR Poseidon and her are the same height (we have a Boa Hancock)

She can hold a boba cup with her breasts (she joined Poseidonas, Aidoneus, Apollo and Leonidas, big boobs club, they aren't ridiculous like ROR Aphrodite but still...)

Her face rarely has any emotions, its either neutral or bored, smiles when someone or something she likes is around.

Her long black hair reaches the middle of her back, keeps her hair in a low bun during quests/battles, when there isn't any fight she let her hair free or in a braid.

Her sea green eyes change to sea blue when annoyed or angry.

Her bracelet is on her right wrist, the trident in it real form is longer than her, the blades reaches one head and a half above her.

She always wears pants that stretch and sport shoes during quests, when she isn’t in a quest she wears dresses and heels (mostly Mid-Heels)

She wears eye-liner.

ROR Apollo's laurel is on the right side of her head (exactly where he wears it).

Sometimes she pulls a Zhongli and makes a water ball go around her out of boredom (this I have yet to write).

Her nails are always painted, they are mostly dark blue.

I hope these are enough details ! Do tell me if I missed something or if you need to know more ! 😁

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 10 months

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𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗒𝖼𝗄, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

silva who has finally gotten a divorce from his now ex-wife of his five children, her constant complaining pushing him over the edge, making him grow tired. he realizes that he shouldn’t have this many wrinkles at 46 years old and stopped getting them so rapidly two months after the divorce and he feels lighter.

well as light as a contract killer with little to no emotions can feel and because silva isn’t too bad a person he sets his ex up somewhere chill, far away from him ofc, but accessible to the children if they wanted to see her

silva who’s out on a job when he sees the cutest chubby darker skinned woman her hair of multiple braids pulled into a low bun and dressed in a sleek deep cut black dress, talking with his targets; a taller black male with a receding hairline and a paler woman on his arms, but he has to stay focused, this is a job after all.

silva who turns when he hears the footsteps coming towards the back alley, wiping the drop of blood that stained the tip of his nail unexpected to see you; the woman talking to the targets earlier. silva thinks he has to kill you too now, what a waste, walking towards you slowly to start his rhythm echo before you speak up. "silva right? you wouldn’t kill me after i sent you on this job.. would you? is that how the zoldycks treat their customers?"

he’s surprised now because, yes ofc silva has taken jobs where the target and customer knew each other, but he wanted to know your story. "why?" you look at silva, eyebrow raised the questioning of a killer. "why what? why did i have you kill them?" you look to the side, their chests caved in and bodies pale, his silence telling you what he wanted.

"well.." you put all your weight on one leg that silva doesn’t hesitate to eye. "that was my father and his wife who was constantly an asshole and he knew the way she treated me. can you believe he was finna give all his money to her including the rest of my college funds?"

"they were going to the bank tomorrow morning, so i needed them dead tonight, while everything was still in my name." you shrug. "it may seem childish to you but your a contract killer, i don’t think you really have a say."

silva just smirks at your pout. "you’re interesting." he thinks he wouldn’t mind keeping an eye or two on you just in case you need his services again of course.

#city.writes #black writers #silva is one of my favorite dilfs 😮‍💨 he just does it for me every time #kikyo don’t deserve him🙄#silva x black!reader #silva x black fem!reader #black reader #black fem reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #black yn #tw black reader #tw murder #tw blood #tw not for non blacks 😒#silva zoldyck #silva hxh

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creepytoes88 · 11 months

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Ao’nung HeadCannons

He absolutely Hates getting his hair done he’s not very patient anyways, but having to sit still with his mom tugging on his scalp just for it to be ruined in a week or two from his constant swimming it’s not worth his time or energy that is why it’s usually in a bun with a few braids to his scalp so it doesn’t knot so easy when he does finally let ronal redo the braids n bun

He loves flowers sure there are pretty sea shells ,rocks of all shapes n sizes and colors and bits of colorful coral but flowers man they take his breath alway from the simple flowers to the rarest of them all, he can’t help but stare in awe excitedly smelling them unfortunately that has resulted in a few mishaps from him have a sneezing fit or his face itches but the worst one was he fell asleep for the entire day and most of the night waking up groggy in the middle of eclipse

He isn’t the biggest fan of fish yeah ik that is like the main thing they eat sue me lol it’s not that he disliked all fish but he’s pretty picky of a eater one of those people that eat like the same 6 meals that’s him lol however I feel like he’s a slut for berries and I mean all the berries lol keeps them bad boys on hand for snackin

He loves to lay in the sun even as a child when him and his friends would run off of from their parents watching eyes to play in the water he would always end up on shore with his back leaning against a near by tree covered slightly by shade soaking in the sun into his beautiful blue skin even now as an adult he spend most of his spare time laying in the sun

He’s a great singer most males in the metkayina Clan usually don’t sing much like the Omaticaya clan, but it’s not necessarily frowned upon by the people but he loves to sing, he feels it’s just another way to free his mind from the constant pressure and expectations of other people when he’s singing his gear out he can just be him even if it’s just for a song

He LOVES bugs like so very very very much when he was just a child maybe 4 or 5 he started trying to bring them home to which of course Ronal said “hell nah boy you crazy” of course Tono being the softy he is couldn’t tell his precious baby boy no (the only one allowed to was ronal but she was the only one to tell tono’wari no too lol ) but it kinda just stuck with him as he got older he really loves butterflies the most he loves to take care of the small caterpillars feeding them and watching them grow into the beautiful chrysalis hanging from the large cage he has them in to prevent them getting way or someone messing with them once they hatch before they can fully open their wings ofc once they do he brings them some sweet fruit juice and feeds them from his finger before letting his little babies fly off into the world it’s his favorite part because he gets to start all over again!

He has a bad habit of doing before thinking without out a doubt getting him in trouble nearly everyday he’s been cleaning the Ilus for years now it’s not even a punishment anymore besides he loves animals sometime more then his people

He can’t make jewelry it either falls apart or it’s terrible ugly and the string looks to bulky with the clumsy knots he used to keep the shells and rocks in place but he can make a MEAN net okay like this man right here makes the strongest nets the clan has ever seen making it possible to catch big fish in the seasons where the fish are hard to find, they scoop that big bitch up and just take it to shore before thanking it for its sacrifice to feed the clan in this time of need (thank you great beast that he doesn’t want to eat but will lol)

He’s a cuddle monster from the time he was just a baby he was attached to his dear mom making everyone think he’s gonna be a mamas boy with out a doubt but from the time he was able to follow his dad around while ronal took care of the sick and his baby sister he realized his dad had not a single problem carrying his son on his back, in fact tono’wari liked to carry him because he felt like he missed out on the the cuddly years of his childhood his son being almost 6 now but soon realizing his beautiful son was just as much interested in being held by his sempal as he was his mother, soon moving him to carry him with one arm under him and one around his small Frame keeping him safe from all danger he’s sons head firmly pressed his chest as he snoozes away, even as an adult he finds himself cuddling his family lol when his parents are sitting in bed doing their little routines of getting ready for bed like ronal sewing up some clothes and Tono fixing up a net for the hunt tomorrow, he would lay between them just talking about their days before making his way to his baby sisters room touching her stuff, making muscles at himself in the mirror, and pulling her hair the classic big brother things he gives her a big bone crushing hug just to hear her complain before dropping her on her plush nest of a bed before making his way to his own house lol

Small head cannon for baby Ao’nung

Dedicated to @prettiestplanetarian

Ao’nung had just takin his first steps not to long ago now pretty much confident in his ability to get around, Tono was a very proud sempal saying that it was a sign from eywa that he was destined for great things for learning to walk so fast and so easy at that in fact that was exactly what he was bragging about to a few of the warriors that were also new to parent hood. Completely engrossed in the conversation to see his brave little boy completely fucking taking off like vvvvvvvvvvvrrrroooooom!!!!! right down the path to the beach like he knew where his little legs were carrying him he didn’t even hesitate to jump belly first into the water shortly after being taken further in the water by the large waves sucking him further further unfortunately the poor baby has no idea what swimming is he just knows that the water is fun that he loves the water. Right now as he has difficulties breathing he’s very scared tears running down his face right before he could take a big gulp of water an ilu swam up to him placing her nose right under his belly lifting him out of the water enough to breath before swimming him to shore placing the baby on the sand nuzzling against him to keep him warm in the cool air as if she knows that he needs help immediately, just as the baby starts to come back to reality not so scared anymore his sempal comes running with many worried warriors by his side, before snatching him off the ground crying tears of joy thanking the animal and eywa for watching over his precious baby boy in his time of negligence so happy that he is still here safe and smiling so brightly all while petting his sempals face as if to say “hey dad look I’m tough all in one piece see”

I hope y’all liked it I was gonna do one similar to nat’tayams but I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it much different the his tbh I did put something about food in this one tho lol I think I like this better anyways thanks for reading y’all and I honestly could do more of these this is just what’s on the top of my mind rn lol

Taglist: none mostly because she’s already tagged and I’m not gonna do it twice that’s weird lol if you’d like to be added for when I post (only stuff to read ofc) I’d be glad to tag you ❤️

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do u have more details on your mourning veil(s)?? i am not in mourning but i have been wanting to wear veils in everyday life (probably not in black) and i also plan to dress in some kind of modified mourning when i next experience a death in my circles. im curious about whether u wear it over your face ever (im autistic and thats pretty much why ive been wanting to start wearing veils, apart from the aesthetics of it ofc lol), and also curious about the logistics, like what shapes they are & how opaque they are?

Mine is a 1930s (?) French veil; it's a large (34 x 60") rectangle of sheer material that seems to be black silk crepe. A short stretch of fabric in the center of one of the long ends (5") has two threads drawn through it to gather it together, producing a sort of half-circle of negative space where the veil may be attached to a bonnet; when worn, this causes the two corners of the rectangle nearest the head to fall down somewhat lower than the shoulders, while the two corners further away fall over the back and down to the knees: here's a link to a French mourning veil that looks similar.

1930s French veil laid out over a table; close-up on the ruching.

A bunch of writing from the 19th and early 20th centuries decries the expectation for widows to wear veils over their faces, claiming that the veils were heavy, stifling, and difficult to see and breathe through. I haven't found that to be the case with this one—even with my muscle disorder (like, my neck can only briefly and painfully support the weight of my head), the weight of the veil alone is negligible. It's very sheer and not too difficult to see and breathe through.

That being said, I wouldn't recommend wearing an antique veil (on the rare chance you find one—mourning clothes are harder than most antique clothing to come by, since the dye doesn't tend to wear very well, and crepe in particular had a tendency to shed and break down) over your face! You don't know for sure what kinds of dye or fixatives were used on it, and some of the more popular ones are things that you should not be breathing in.

Re-creation mourning veils intended for re-enactors can be purchased online—you may also have some luck looking into things marketed as Goth wedding veils. The only veil I occasionally wear over my face is a modern recreation. However, I found it difficult to come across one that didn't include satin trim or lace (both prohibited in English deep mourning). If you have some basic sewing skills, it shouldn't be hard to get a rectangle of sheer fabric (silk gauze or cotton voile might work; I have some 100gsm black linen on hand so I can tell you that it's a bit difficult to see through) and hem it on all sides.

You will need a hatpin or something similar to attach your veil to a bonnet or other headwear, or else it will blow right off. Headwear with a brim has the advantage of keeping the veil a few inches away from your face. The veil can be worn covering the entire bonnet and falling down over your face, or you can throw it back (so that it's folded over the back half of the bonnet, still held in place by the pin) to reveal your face. If you place the pin or pins about halfway back, you can make this adjustment on the fly. You could probably also just sew the veil to the bonnet if you're never going to wear them separately.

Short, modern veil worn over an 1860s-style bonnet to cover the face; the same veil worn over a bonnet to partly cover the face.

This veil makes everything look a bit darker and more grainy and gives a slight halo to light sources. It's not too noticable and I wouldn't say it impedes vision for the sake of any everyday task you would need to do.

When I'm forgoing the bonnet, I put my hair up into a bun, leaving some hair off to the side to make a braid; I pin the veil into my hair by putting bobby pins through my hair and then around the edge of, not through the fabric of, the veil (so that one half of the pin is between the veil and my head, and the other half is on top of the veil); then I take the braid and pull it over the area where the veil meets my hair, securing it with the halves of the bobby pins that are on top of the veil, and using another few pins to secure the bottom of the braid (the part closer to my forehead than the back of my head). There's no historical precedent for this, but it keeps the veil secure without damaging it, and keeps me from needing to wear a hat inside.

You can get a lot of variation in style by doing this:

1930s French veil worn directly in the hair with one large braid covering the join;

Ditto, with one large braid covering the join and one small decorative one across the head;

Ditto, with two twists of different sizes in stead of the braids;

Ditto, with the hair drawn into two buns at the side of the head under the veil, in stead of into one bun at the back;

Ditto, with one bun and one braid covering the join, with additional hair pinned into decorative swirling shapes on top of the head.

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