he isn't like haha no

Theory time: What if Monoma Neito is a traitor?

I’m saying “a” traitor since I’m on board with the theories that there is at least one traitor in class A, but this is a completely different topic. So, about Monoma.. let’s briefly talk about his personality at first:

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There were a lot of quality Seros in this episode tho, that was so good

look at this cutie holy heck

“We’re going to be late for the meal.”

“We’re not going to be late babe.” Nursey says, buttoning up his shirt. “We’ll be on time.”

“On time? Derek, it starts in forty minutes and we’re not even ready to go yet!” Dex argues, shrugging on his jacket.

“We’ll make it Will.” Nursey says. He stops tying his shirt and walks over to his boyfriend “Don’t worry.” he adds, before pressing a small kiss to his nose. Dex laughs, before becoming serious again.

“Ok come on, we can’t be late.”

“We won’t be.” Nursey repeats, pulling on his jacket. “See, I’m ready to go!”

“Ok I’m almost ready to go- Where’s my tie?” Dex asks suddenly looking frantically around him.

“You don’t need a tie babe.” Nursey says “You look great.”

“I want a tie. My dad loaned me this one, he’ll expect to see me wearing it in photos. And I can’t find it and we’re going to be late, and we’re going to miss Ransom and Holster and Lardo’s last team dinner, and Bitty and Ollie and Wicks’ second last team dinner and mine and yours and Chowder’s third last team dinner and-”

“Woah Will, breath.” Nursey says calmly. He places his hands on Dex’s shoulders, and waits until his boyfriend looks at him. “We’re not going to miss the team dinner. If we’re a little late - which we won’t be - they’ll wait for us. Okay?”

After a moment, Dex nods. “Okay.”

“So what colour is this tie?” Nursey asks.

“Navy? Kind of the same colour as your jacket.” Dex says “I had it when I came over to your dorm, I’m sure of it, but I don’t know what happened it-”

“Wear mine.” Nursey says. He’s already loosening the tie around his neck, and pulling it off as he speaks.

“But…I can’t…what tie will you wear?” Dex ask.

“None. I hate ties anyway.” Nursey admits “They always feel too tight around my neck. Tie-ght, if you will.” he laughs, and Dex groans, but can’t hide his smile.

“If you’re sure…” Dex says, and Nursey starts tying the tie on him.

“Of course I’m sure.” Nursey says. He gives Dex a quick kiss before pulling away grinning. “Now come on, or you’ll make us late for the meal.” he says laughing.

“I’ll make us late?! You’re the one who was still in bed half an hour ago!” Dex argues back, laughing as well, as they leave for the meal.

More Lotidge headcanons/thoughts

I feel annoying constantly talking about lotidge, but imagine Voltron has Lotor in a cell to make sure he doesn’t do anything and each of them have sessions with him in which they’re supposed to be asking him questions and talking about important stuff, but Pidge mostly just hangs with him. Like over time they just kind of chill and enjoy each other’s time. And like she gives him snacks and keeps him from being bored. AND IMAGINE THEM JUST TRYING TO HAVE FUN AND SO THEY LIKE DANCE WITH EACH OTHER TO MUSIC SHE HAS. BUT LIKE THEY CAN’T FULLY TOUCH SO IT’S JUST THEM REACHING THROUGH THE BARS TO COME IN CONTACT. What if like Lotor dances weird and awkward, but Pidge doesn’t mind because she thinks it’s cute and funny. Lotor dances that way on purpose just to hear her giggles and see her smile so he doesn’t tell her that he’s just pretending. Omg them keeping it secret from the Voltron team, like mid-dancing Keith walks in and immediately they stop and pretend like Pidge is all serious and it’s tense (even though they were just boogey dancing like). Pidge leaves saying, “We’ll continue this later.” all stern and stuff, but Lotor knows what she really means. And he finds himself becoming impatient for his next session with her.

Burnt Into Ashes (OCs, sickfic, part 3)

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By the time Elliott got to the restaurant, Liam was waiting for him with an unbridled glare. Elliott half expected a slap in the face when Liam strode toward him - it had never happened before, even during their worst fights heading into the breakup, but Elliott wouldn’t have put it past him.

“You’re late, Chapman,” Liam snapped, though Elliott thought he saw a flicker of…something in his face. It might have been sympathy, but it disappeared so quickly that he could just as easily have imagined it. “What do you have to say for yourself, then?”

Elliott opened his mouth to reply, to tell him he was sick, he shouldn’t even be here to begin with when he wasn’t scheduled, but he didn’t have a chance to form so much as a syllable before his nose twitched. Liam was the last person he wanted to sneeze around, but he didn’t get a choice in the matter as he hastily twisted to the side.

hh’EHGKTzISSH’u!” Wincing, he emerged from his forearm, trying to blink away the pounding ache that spiked in his temple. His throat burned, and he didn’t trust himself to speak without coughing.

Liam recoiled, and in his haze, Elliott couldn’t tell whether it was out of disgust or…other reasons. “Good lord, keep that to yourself, will you?”

Elliott scowled and cleared his raw throat. He tried to pretend the comment didn’t sting - he supposed he should’ve expected  it. “Tryi’g. You’re the ode called mbe id. How lo’g ab I worki’g, adyway? You ndever said.”

Elliott knew he was pushing his luck, but Liam, for once, did not admonish him for his bristly tone. Instead he seemed to genuinely consider it. “Through the lunch rush, at least, and quite probably through dinner as well. I suppose I did say you could do half, inconvenient as it is…”

“Id–idcodvediedt?” Elliott stammered, incredulous.

“Yes,” Liam said briskly. “We are short today, as I said. So I’ll need you as long as possible.”

Elliott stared, mouth hanging open. He wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the shock of Liam blatantly ignoring how ill he was that was muddling his head, but either way, he didn’t have enough time to sort out his thoughts before Liam spoke again.

“Get to work now, will you?” With that, Liam turned on his heel to wait his own tables, leaving Elliott standing, stunned and shivery, in the lobby. He wished more than anything that he could keep his sweatshirt on while he worked, but alas, he hung it on the hook in the coat room and clocked in before trudging to his section. He was freezing, and it made him cough each time the tremors tore through him.

As he rattled off the specials to the couple at his first table, he kept stumbling over the words, trying not to stammer or sniffle. In the end, he wasn’t sure how much they even heard through the thickness in his voice, and he didn’t care. He had to sneeze so badly that he barely scribbled down their orders and took their menus before he wheeled around and buried his face in his elbow.

hh’GSsSH’mpf! hnh’nKGTZSHh! h-hh-hAH! AEGKJISsSHU!” Trying to hold them back did absolutely nothing but make the last of the triple harsher and wetter. He bit back a groan as he straightened, increasingly aware of how badly his body ached and how much he wished he could just sit down.

“What did I say about keeping that to yourself?”

Elliott jumped, snapping his head up to find Liam in front of him, arms crossed. Elliott didn’t have the will to argue, and his words came out feeble and hoarse. “Told you, I’b tryi’g. Y’kdow I cad’t stop theb like–” Like you can.

Liam’s frown deepened, though he glossed over Elliott’s unfinished reminder as if he hadn’t heard it at all. “Be that as it may, I won’t be losing customers because one of my employees is–disgusting–around the food.” He tripped over the middle of the sentence, and Elliott knew what he’d meant to say. Sneezing. He was sneezing around the food, and Liam still had trouble saying the word in public.

“Either that or spe’d half the day sdeezi’g id the bathroob,” Elliott muttered with a tired sniffle. “A’d you’ve already mbade it clear what you thigk of that.”

Liam appeared to be considering his employee’s predicament, lips pursed in a thin line. He soon made it clear, however, that this was not the case. “Regardless, have some courtesy. You can do as you please later.”

“Rhh-huh’IGHJShihSsH!..right…” Elliott breathed, dissolving into a regrettable bout of coughing. God, he wished Liam weren’t such an arse. He’d give just about anything for a bit of rest and a hot cup of tea. It would at least soothe his throat, which had been destroyed by the single sneeze.

“Did you even bother to take anything this morning?” Liam asked, clipped and irritable. If Elliott hadn’t known better, he might have mistaken it for some sort of abrasive concern. But of course, Liam had to be long over him. It had been months, after all.

Elliott balked at the question. “Nd-doh,” he admitted, sheepishly. “Forgot.”

Liam sighed, exasperated. “Of course you did.” He turned to leave without a hint of sympathy, nor an offer to let him off - as if Elliott expected either. “Just don’t pass out on me, alright?”

Elliott had taken to absently massaging his temple with the heel of his hand, and though he was sure he might fall asleep if he stood still too long, he replied with a mumbled, “Woulded’t dreab of it…”

Despite what he said, Elliott couldn’t shake the bone deep exhaustion that had him dragging through the entirety of lunch. He did his best not to look as miserable as he felt, but if he accomplished even a fraction of the attentiveness he didn’t have, he would have been amazed. Three times he wrote an order down wrong and had to stumble back to the kitchen to exchange it, each time earning him a grumble from Liam and a look of pity from anyone in the vicinity. Twice, he was asked why he was there, and when he offered his reasoning, his co-workers were stunned that even Liam would keep him there looking as awful as he did.

Elliott himself did his best to avoid the mirrors in the bathroom, especially when he ducked in to succumb to another sneezing fit. He didn’t need to make it worse by seeing how terrible he looked with his own eyes. It was enough to read the looks on everyone’s faces, ranging anywhere from poorly concealed disgust to deep concern.

Still, he managed, for the most part, to keep pace with the rush until near the end when a series of dizzy spells overtook him. He was aware by now that his fever had risen, and while he tried to ignore it, it was wearing him out. His shirt stuck to his back and he shivered each time a draft hit him. He was on his way back to a table, bearing a tray of drinks when he caught himself stumbling sideways. He caught himself against the wall, but in the process sacrificed the tray and its contents to the floor with a loud CLANG!

Someone came over and put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, hey, are you alright?” It took him a minute to realize it was Gabriel, one of the restaurant’s newer employees - a tall, lanky fellow about Elliott’s age, and kind as anything. Elliott was grateful for the steadying hand as he tried to straighten and regain focus through the fog in his brain.

“Y-yeah, I’b fihh-huh–IGKtZIhSSH!” The sneeze cut him off, and he was immediately bracing himself against the wall again, bent almost double. “Hehh-hh’EHJSsSHISH! hah’AEGHSsChU! hih’yIGHTSsSCHU! h-haehhEIJhSSCHISSH’uh!” Gabriel kept a steady hold on his arm, and if Elliott were honest, it was half the reason he didn’t sink to the floor then and there. He brought his free hand to his face, covering clumsily with the back of his wrist when the sneezes kept coming. “h-hih’IhJSCHISH’U! huh’UHKgTZISSH’h! hah’AEHJSZHISHh! huh’EHGKTzISSHU!

Each one was explosive and had him curling in on himself. He couldn’t take a full breath between, and even if he could, breathing hurt after all the coughing he’d done over the course of the day. He couldn’t even attempt to stop the sneezes, they were so forceful, so insistent, so merciless.

Gabriel’s hand left his shoulder, and for a moment, Elliott was sure he would fall over. He tried to open his eyes to see where his co-worker had gone, but each time, he had to slam them shut again. “hiEHh–EHZhJISsSH’U! huh’UHkGTZSCH! Hh-h-hehh! IDhJzSSCH’u!

Just as Elliott was considering letting himself drop, the hand returned, and this time with another that pressed several paper napkins into Elliott’s own. He hadn’t thought about it until now, so wrapped up was he in remaining on his feet, but he desperately needed them. He crushed them to his face as the fit finally tapered off, blowing his nose in the aftermath. The ordeal left his head spinning, and Gabriel steadied him when he swayed.

“Are you certain you’re okay?” Gabriel asked. “I don’t have a car, but I can call a cab for you.”

Elliott had time neither to answer nor recover before another voice cut in.

“Oi, what’s going on here?” Elliott blinked in an effort to clear away the fuzzy blackness at the edges of his vision and found Liam, gesturing to the pool of drinks on the floor. “What are you two doing? This isn’t the time for tea and cuddles, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He pointed at Gabriel with a sharp jab of his finger. “You - clean that up while I deal with him.”

“But–Liam–” Gabriel started.

“I said take care of it!” Liam barked, and then turned to Elliott without leaving any room for discussion. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, anyway?”

“S..sdeezi’g…” Elliott mumbled. Both his own voice and Liam’s sounded distant in his ears, and he was surprised at how difficult it was to get the one word out. It was like speaking through molasses, like his lips had gone numb and he had forgotten how to make words.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Liam said, nearly shouting at him. “Your table is waiting, and now you’ve been here for god knows how long chatting with the new boy–”

“Liam, you’re being a bit hard on him,” said someone else, a girl - Alisa. She was always sticking up for Elliott when Liam came down hard on him, and Elliott was especially grateful for it right now. He was starting to zone out of the conversation, only catching snippets of what they were saying. His hearing faded in and out, though he caught a bit where Liam barked at him again to retrieve another tray of drinks.

Elliott willed his legs to move, but they wouldn’t budge. “Liab…” he said, barely a whisper. “I…I ndeed t’ sit d…” He didn’t manage to finish the sentence as the blackness encroached and the scene blurred before him.

“Watch it, he’s–!”

Elliott didn’t get to hear what he was. He was only aware of his body going weak, and then his knees buckled. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor.

anonymous asked:

if bakugou and kirishima grew up together, can we really assume it would go well? i mean, kiri was a bit like deku in some ways, and if bakugou's childhood relationship with /him/ is anything to go by....

I’ve actually thought about this a whole damn lot - in the sense that this is an AU I’ve been thinking about for months and for a real long time I was super ambivalent about it because it could have actually gone both ways? It’s honestly one of the reasons why I found the idea so entertaining, since Bakugou is a complete asshat this might as well have been the only childhood-friends AU that could have ended my ship altogether hahaha incredible, usually that sort of AUs are all about the fluff lmao

Anyway now that I have Kirishima’s backstory I feel a bit more confident about the possibility of it ending well! Ah, this is assuming they’d always known each other like Deku and Bakugou have, but to be honest I think it could go fairly well whatever period of their lives they’d have met? The thing about Bakugou and Kirishima is that they like each other independently from their quirks, and that’s all the difference you need between their relationship and the one Bakugou and Deku have. 

Bakugou likes in Kirishima the strength to stand up for himself and speak out and not let others walk over him while still never putting himself above others, his confidence and his trust in others and himself; Kirishima likes in Bakugou his one track mind towards his objectives, his strength both physical and psychological, his “live without regrets” way of going about life - these are things both of them have always had, quirks or not, UA or not. They’re also things that with time you realize aren’t actually true about them, but the first time they met, when they decided that they wanted to be friends, that was what they saw - and I think whatever age they met, that’d be what they’d see in each other anyway, so I think they’d still get along. Kirishima even said that he doesn’t mind Bakugou’s habit of picking fights left and right!

There’s also how Bakugou isn’t the type to judge a person based on how far they can push their quirks at the moment/how well they know how to use it - even a seemingly silly quirk can be a great one when properly trained, he isn’t stupid enough to look at Kirishima’s hardening and scoff at it. And be it Kirishima’s insecurities or Bakugou’s bullying, I think growing up together and finding their quirks together (even training together) might have actually made both of them better, in the end.

A Bakugou that’s just found his quirk would look at hardening, the one thing that can oppose him, and think “this is a strong quirk”. And when you remember that it’s not their quirks that got them to be friends in canon, in this scenario too Bakugou would already consider Kirishima worth it for other reasons, and that would mean he’d have no problems with telling him that he can do better, he can be better - and the younger you make them the more this is bound to end up well, imho. Same goes for Kirishima seeing Bakugou start acting like a bully, I think. He wouldn’t keep quiet about it, Kirishima, and even in canon Bakugou does stop being an ass when Kirishima tells him to quit it so, again, the younger you make them the more this should work, for me. Kirishima would be inspired by Bakugou, Bakugou calmed down by Kirishima, they would have probably just started their growth way earlier if they’d known each other as kids

Then again, it’s not like we know for sure. All I know is that Kirishima has liked Bakugou since the start, even though he had straight out told All Might that he thought Bakugou was crazy, and that Bakugou has only ever bullied Deku just because he couldn’t read him at all and that made him convinced Deku was making fun of him, which is a problem he would never have with baby Kirishima

It’s just optimistic suppositions tho haha

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“Bromance–It’s all about the friendship!”

–Janalyn Robnett

hichuhanabi  asked:

Seeing that you posted a lot of OC stuff I guess the time would be right for a question I had on my mind for a while: How do you go about designing your own OC? I'm just a beginner (really only been drawing for a month) and I mostly teach myself by redrawing already existing characters and scences. I tried drawing a character of my own before but usually I get frustrated and quit before I get anywhere. Do you have a concept in mind already when you start to draw? Love your art! ♡

hi hichuhanabi!! my ocs are part of a big story, so most of the time the first thing I think about when creating characters is “i need a character to fill this or that role”. starting there I try to think of a theme, and I try to design them around that theme, both in looks and personality. that theme might be something very specific like Fashion From This Or That Century, or very broad and abstract (i have a character built around..the color blue……and another around…… round shapes. i love them lol)

personally, I’m not very good at making my characters unique through their looks alone. I’m bad at fashion and coming up with nice clothes haircuts or makeup, so I try to keep their appearances simple, and I focus rather on their expressions and body language to make them stand out. Also, I try to make their appearance coherent with their personality. A self conscious character will keep their eyes low most of the time for example. A serious, stern, cold character will use sharp edges and lines, while fun and friendly ones will use round lines. I think readability is very important when making characters. I hope this make sense?

Nowadays my process is 1 backstory then 2 appearance/personality, but before I came up with a story, I remember drawing characters randomly. sometimes I botched a fan art and went “fuck it”, sometimes I had thoughts like “a girl like this or that, wearing this or that, in this or that situation..that would be cute…” and drew it. So I ended up with nice designs of nameless characters, but I liked them so much I ended up shoving them in my story with more or less modifications lol. So I think there is no precise process? 

but yeah all in all I think, to make a character truly come alive, the thing is to draw them in different situations (instead of just “Standing There Reference Picture” i mean). so you’d come up with the kind of poses and body language and expressions they’d use, and that’s when they’ll be brimming with personality. I think a mistake that a lot of people make is that designing = coming up with a unique, complicated appearance. I don’t think it’s that important. details are fine as long as they are coherent with the rest of your character. i’d rather draw a dude in a tshirt with a lot of personality rather than a character with a Complex And Intricate Outfit that has the charisma of a potato haha

anonymous asked:

Even though Harry is my favorite actor from the cast, I think his acting is a little over the top in the sneak peek from next episode. I mean I know Magnus is dramatic, but he is sort of coming across as a caricature of who Magnus actually is in that scene.

You know, it’s interesting you point this out because I personally don’t believe this is a misstep on Harry’s part; I think this is a deliberate choice in terms of how Magnus behaves with various people. The reason I say this is because I’ve noticed it’s been a very consistent trait Harry has given Magnus when he’s around those he doesn’t fully trust or know.

I think in S1 and throughout most of 2x01, we see him largely around Alec, someone he’s willing to be more genuine with (Clary, too). But watch him in 1x04 (with Elias where he twirls like 3x in the scene, but also when he’s flirting with Alec while Jace is watching – when he flips that table with his foot, please), 1x07 where Jace and Luke are both present (Jace’s presence is usually the main factor because Magnus isn’t especially fond of Jace), 1x12 during the Institute meeting and when they’re going to find Ragnor (again, Jace (and Hodge) are present). Even the way he approaches Jace and Clary in 1x12 after the kiss is over, there’s a swagger you don’t see when his focus had been Alec.

You’re right, it’s an exaggeration and it’s not representative of who Magnus actually is. But I think that’s the point: it’s a deliberate front he puts up, a way of deflecting people from seeing the real him. Magnus does not like to be seen as who he really is. He’s an extremely guarded individual, and the hair, the makeup, the clothes, the gestures, even his speech patterns – that’s all there to shield him. The real Magnus is a privilege reserved for the rare few who have managed to sneak their way into his heart. At the time of that scene, Simon isn’t one of those people.

anonymous asked:

Has Bakugou ever blushed in the manga? I'm not that big a fan of tsundere blushing Bakugou.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I might be forgetting something but as far as I can remember that’s never happened ever, no

unless we’re counting SMASH but everyone’s personalities are all over the place in there so let’s not count SMASH

i really really love the historical dennor au with poor/worker!denmark and rich nobility!norway

Denmark has grown up in the dirt, but he doesn’t mind; he’s all smiles and callouses and sun-kissed skin

Norway, on the other hand, is forged of pale china, so beautifully delicate and smoothly cold that denmark almost doesn’t want to touch him

and yet, despite being as different as sea and sky, they meet at the horizon. Somehow, inexplicably, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like two sides of the same coin.

yes I love this au, I want 10

every instance that anyone ever shows of deadpool “being pansexual” is literally always taken out of context and is always written as a joke….like it’s pretty fucking obvious people 

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Delton: Uh huh. Okay. This is wonderful. I have no problem with this. Wait… is this a wooden stock? Old school. I like ye style, even if it’s a bit dated. We won’t tell the Orlesians.

Cassandra: Maker’s breath, does he ever shut up?

Leliana: (chuckling) It appears not. But talkative is a… good quality in a prisoner.

Delton: Hey, come on -  I’m trussed right here, ye know. I can hear ye both well clear. Ye could just let me go? Save yourselves the headache?

Cassandra: Not until you explain what you were doing at the Conclave.

Delton: What’s there to explain? A bunch of nobles and high-ups all gathered in one place to argue about my rights? Don’t get me wrong - I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not opposed to taking the coin out of their pockets when they’re not looking.

Cassandra: A… Are you serious? You were here to rob the attendees, and… you just told me?

Delton: Aye, you got me. (Sighs) Look, I’m just an honest lad, trying to make a dishonest living. So can I go, or…?

Cassandra and Leliana: NO.

Delton: Right. Yeah. I ah… should have seen that one coming…