slicked back hair look

“Holmes, what the fuck is going on with your hair?” 
“Shut up, it’s humid”

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Jon

   With a deep sigh he slicks back an unruly strand of hair, trying to ensure he looks as close to perfect as possible. That’s the least she deserves, her shining knight, he thinks, frowning as he looks at himself in the mirror and worries over his appearance yet again. Not her brothers scruffy friend, hair almost as long as hers, with the beginnings of a beard starting to show. Gods, I should have shaved, I should have at least cut my hair. He begins to pace in the small bathroom that he and Robb used to share, back when he lived with the Starks. He’d been home for weeks now, ever since the accident, having decided to take a semester off in order to help Robb and the others while Mrs. Stark stayed with her husband at the hospital between surgeries. Horrible as everything was, the time off couldn’t have come at a better time, what with the his recent troubles off at school and his breakup with Ygritte.

   Enough moping, tonight isn’t about you, it’s about Sansa!

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Young Justice Batmom: Part 6

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe

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AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You just grin as Dick climbs into the car. His hair is slicked back, and he looks so different from his usual look. As always, he’s all smiles. You wait for him to buckle his seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, “So how was your first day of high school?”

“Still the youngest in my class, still the smartest in my class.”

You grin, “Yes, well your mom was very diligent in your homeschooling.” The small smile that crosses Dick’s face tells you that he’s thinking of Mary, of the Circus, of the life taken away from him. You don’t say anything more, you let him have his memory.

He comes out of it on his own, grin back in place, “I saw Artemis today.”

“Yeah, how’s she adjusting?”

“Okay I think. I said a quick hello, but she has no clue that it’s me.” He goes silent for a minute before saying, “You’re in jeans. Didn’t you just get off work?”

“Your dad and I took half a day. He’ll be gone for a bit on a League mission. Since he’s gone, I figured we’d get in a little mother son time before heading to the cave.”

His eyes go wide, “You mean?”

You nod, “Junk food here we come.”

          As far as Bruce and Alfred are concerned fast food is the devil’s food, and not something to be eaten. You and Dick however, like to live on the dangerous side, which means every once in a while you indulge when Bruce is away on a mission.

          After a few hours of fried goodness and Dick telling you about his classes and a few other things the two of you head to the safe house. He changes into his robin uniform and you simply slip your mask into place. The two of you go out the secret entrance and into the alley. All of a sudden Dick is sprinting ahead.

          You smile as you spot Artemis up ahead. Your sneakers crunch against the garbage as you come to a stop behind Artemis, right as Dick disappears through the zeta tube. You smile at the girl, “How was your first day of school?”

          “It was fine, not as bad as I thought it would be.”

          The smile never leaves your face as you motion for her to go on ahead. The moment she disappears you go through, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled to the ground as fire streams above you, and then you’re being pulled onto your feet and down a corridor.

          Your heart is going a mile a minute, and takes several deep breaths to calm yourself, and force the flashbacks away. Then you’re taking the lead, as you run out of the hanger and into the showers. The kids catch on without you saying a word, as you turn the shower heads on, Dick tries to radio for help, but you know it won’t do any good.

          Then you’re on the run again, making your way into the kitchen. You can see the worry on Dick’s face as Artemis points out the air vent. You give him a small smile and say, “I’m not completely helpless in a fight.” Before climbing up yourself.

          You follow the kids, keeping to their pace. The movements flow from your body as naturally as the day you learned them, but you’re not as fast as you once were, and you’re certainly not as smooth. And you’re quite sure that if you weren’t fighting for your lives Dick would already be four questions into his interrogation on how a company CEO is keeping up with them.

          As the kids look at video footage you do your best to collect yourself. You focus your breathing, and then your mind, and you go to a place you haven’t been in years. You go to a place where survival comes first.

That’s why when Red Tornado’s siblings call for surrender, you almost don’t follow your son. Then, some part of our brain tells you that you aren’t her anymore. That it’s not only your life on the line but children’s as well. Your son’s life is on the line.

          You listen as Dick does his best to focus Artemis, to get her “traught.” You take one more breath before placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder and saying, “Focus Artemis, like he taught you to.” Her eyes go wide and you give her a small smile, “Our past doesn’t define us Artemis, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use pieces of it to survive.”

          Her voice is a whisper, “You know.”

          You nod, “Since the beginning.”

          “And you still?”

          “Like I said our past doesn’t define us.” She just nods. You can feel Dick’s gaze on you and you simply say, “Once we’re out of this mess I’ll explain.”

          His voice goes a bit high pitch, “Mom?”

          “I’m okay sweetheart. I promise. Now what’s the plan?”

          He shrugs, “I don’t know, they’re literally machines.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, “That’s it. They’re machines, and EMP device.”

          You raise an eyebrow, “You have that in your utility belt?”

          He grins, “No, but we can make one.  Isn’t that right KF?”

          Wally’s voice comes in loud and clear as he gives instructions, but when Dick goes to install it, you hold out your hand. He looks at you with wide eyes, “Mom, you can’t…  You don’t know how…”

          “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Dick, but trust me when I say I can do this.” You can see his hesitation, “Trust me.”

          It’s something in your eyes that makes him hold out the device and the grappling gun. It doesn’t take you long to find your center, and then you’re going. The silence comes back naturally as you touch down and make your way to the generator. You get in place and have to bite back a curse at the incomplete circuit. Then your body is moving out of the way as water comes crashing down around you.

          You find the foot holds easily, as you scale the generator. You meet Dick’s eyes from across the room and you hold up three fingers. He nods and begins pulling Artemis back. When they’re out of sight you stand up, and you wait, and sure enough they come. And with your son safely away, you allow yourself to sink into the last stage, and then you see nothing but red.

          “What is up with your mom? Did you know she could do that? She evaded that water like it was nothing, and what was with the three fingers?”

          Dick looks at Artemis as they drop soundlessly into the souvenir room. “I honestly don’t know. She’s never been a part of our missions. The most she does is stitch us up, or work the computers.”

          “But she kept up with us. She climbed, and ran, and dodged like she’s been doing it her whole life!”

          Dick just shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. But the 3 represents rule three: When outnumbered retreat and regroup.”

          “And how are we supposed to do that?”

          “The circuit was incomplete; we have to find a way to complete it before they take my mom out.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Artemis says “We could just hide, wait for the League.” Dick watches as her eyes focus on that mask.

          “Is that really what you want to do?”

          She shrugs, “It’s all I know.”

          Dick places a hand on her shoulder, “I’d like to think you’ve learned a little something in your time with us.”

          She looks back at him and says, “You know too, don’t you? About my family.”

          He just smiles and says, “Like my mom said, our pasts don’t define us.”

          Artemis’s eyes focus on the arrow, and she smiles, “Yeah, your mom is pretty smart.”

          “Yeah, she always wins at Boggle too, even against Batman.”

          She just laughs, grabs the arrow and they’re off.

          You’re bruised, you’re bloody, and you’re beaten. You’re fairly certain that you have at least one cracked rib, and the black eye is going to be hell to explain away. On the flip side, adrenaline is still pumping through your system, and you haven’t been captured yet. You’ve even managed to take off one of Red Torpedo’s arms. It’s limited his power slightly, but Red Inferno is still going strong.

          You’re not going to last much longer, you’re too out of practice. Too out of shape. It’s been nearly ten years since you’ve done this sort of thing, but you have to keep going, at least to give Artemis and Dick a chance to get out. You’re just about ready to spring from your hiding places when the elevator dings, and Artemis and Dick step out; arms held high ready to surrender. You move silently and quickly, just in time to see Dick strike out, and see Artemis fly.

          The arrow sores through the air and the next thing you know the machines are dropping to the ground. As a head count is taken, you let out a painful breath of relief. Then your knees are buckling and the pain takes over your body. The adrenaline had been keeping the worst of it away, but now it was slowly fading away. The last thing you hear is Dick calling out for you, before everything goes black.  

Brother-In-Law

Just something short and cute! Send me requests! I would love to know what you want to read!!

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Newt, Tina and Queenie were all siting on the couch at Percival’s house, drinking tea, coffee, and chatting about Newt’s creatures. Queenie had just come back from visiting Jacob’s bakery, and the others wanted to know how he was doing. Percival and Theseus were out catching up; the best friends hadn’t seen each other in several years.

“Little brother!” Theseus practically sang as he skipped into the living room.

Newt looked up when he heard the front door close and Percival stat to walk toward the living room. He walked behind the couch and leaned down, gently kissing Newt’s forehead.

“Hello, darling”

He smiles and reaches up, funning his fingers through Percy’s hair, ruining the perfectly slicked back look. He had let it grow out since the Grindelwald incident, but still keeping it professional. Whenever Percival’s hair was slicked back he was Director Graves, but when he was at home, he would let it get messy, and he would turn into Percy.

Theseus was still dancing around the room, making Queenie giggle and Tina chuckle. He reached down and grabbed his younger brother’s hand, pulling at him until he finally stands up. “Now little brother, you aren’t allowed to hit me is I do this, or send any of your beasts after me!”

Newt cocks his head, confused, “What do you mean, ‘Seus?”

“Just give me a minute!”

Theseus grinned and dropped down on one knee, taking Newt’s let hand in his.

Newt flinches backwards, “Theseus! What on earth …! Get up you bastard!” Theseus just grins and hold onto his little brother’s hand even tighter.

“Newt, will you do me the honor of making Percival my brother-in-law?”

Everyone in the room froze at his words, including Percival, who was standing beside Newt, looking down at his best friend, “Did you just propose to Newt … to propose to me?”

Theseus grins, his green eyes twinkling with mischief, “That I did! I even got you a ring!”

Theseus opens up a black ring box that he pulls from his pocket and pulls out a beautiful gold band. Newt can feel Percival stiffen next to him.

“How did you get that? That was in my desk at MACUSA, how did you get past the wards in my office?”

“I work with the Ministry of Magic; they teach us a few things over in England. It’s another reason why the Ministry is better than MACUSA”

Percival sighs and glances over at Newt, who has yet to say anything, “I was going to propose next week, after the Winter Ball, but it looks like I was beaten to the punch” he glares own at Theseus.

Suddenly Newt bursts into laughter, doubling over, he draws ina wheezing breath. Once he gets his giggles under control he looks up at Percy, “Well Percy, do you want my answer now? Or do you want to wait until next week? I would hate to ruin your plans”

Percival smiles back, “Well, this bastard sure made the proposal more memorable, I don’t think the dinner I had planned could top this. I would love to hear your answer now, darling”

Newt smiles back, looking over at his lover and holding out his hand, “The my answer is yes. I would love to make Percival your brother-in-law, ‘Seus”

Queenie and Tina start cheering, setting off small fireworks from their wands when Theseus slides the ring on his brother’s finger. He jumps up and engulfs the smaller man in a tight bear hug, before doing the same to his best friend.

Percival leans down, pressing a gently kiss to Newt’s lips, “I love you”

“I love you too, Percy” He glances over to where Queenie, Theseus, and Tina are already talking about plans for their wedding. The two fiancés roll their eyes, “And for some reason I love those idiots over there too”

Percival’s surprised laughter makes Newt grin. He can’t wait to tell his creatures about his engagement, they have been pressuring him to find a mate for years now. Newt grinned at the thought of his Niffler constantly trying to steal his wedding ring. Percival picks up his hand and presses a kiss to the ring, lacing their fingers together. The two honestly couldn’t imagine spending their life with anyone else.

That feeling when you fake so well that people mistake your four days unwashed brushed back greasy hair as an intentional slicked back with product Look and like it so much they actually compliment you on it.

Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s debilitating depression.

I honestly never knew how attracted to foreheads and eyebrows I was until I got into kpop

                                 Humanized Warrior Headcanons

Hello, ah…I wanted to share some humanized Warrior headcanons.

* Brackenfur and Sorreltail are incredibly wealthy, although Brackenfur donates most of his funds to charity and repairs around the territory.

* In TFW, Hollyleaf was homeless at first, so Cinderheart offered to let Hollyleaf stay with her until she got herself back up on her feet since staying in her old bedroom at Squirrelflight’s would be too awkward.

* Birchfall and Berrynose are those two guys who yell during the football game then get kicked out later. Thing is, Berrynose is the football coach…

* Firestar has an uncanny ability to pick out the worst tacky t-shirts possible. In fact, in StarClan his normal go-to outfit is a green vacation shirt with bright orange sunglasses on them.

* Gaudy shirts aside, Firestar also almost singlehandedly improved relations amongst Clan cats and outsiders, and while under his leadership, death rates and attack rates dropped 24%.

* Spiderleg slicks his hair back but it ends up looking oily and greasy with a small piece sticking up at the top. He’s never seen without a suit and tie, is incredibly formal and usually has his nose buried in a newspaper.

* Rosepetal and Blossomfall are total weebs who cosplay and argue with Toadstep over dub vs sub. They’re pretty much housemates and share a single apartment. They also work across the road from each other - Rosepetal in a flower shop, and Blossomfall as a employee at a tattoo parlor. She hopes to take over the business when she’s older.

* Blossomfall is also a secret fan of Lolita and Victorian era style clothing. And steampunk.

* Toadstep I see as pretty much a gamer, who loves discussing video games. He’s constantly begging Lionblaze to play WoW, CoD, and loves indie horror games.

* I can totally see Bumblestripe wearing a fedora (an actual fedora, not a trilby), and wearing Ralph Lauren-esque clothing.

* Toadstep also likes wearing fedoras, but he gets them mixed up with trilbies.

* Surprisingly, I don’t see Ashfur wearing a fedora. I guess it’s because it’s too obvious. Honestly, I seem him looking pretty normal. Nothing unusual or surprising. I think that way it makes his er…tantrum more shocking. I see Ashfur as a well liked popular guy who’s affection (obsession) was solely focused on Squirrelflight.

* Lionblaze used to collect a bunch of comic books. Now, Hollytuft reads them. (Sorrelstripe likes playing outside sports more and Fernsong loves catching frogs and toads.)

* Cloudtail is albino while Ivypool is leucistic. For both a sunburn is serious, and when Brightheart is out with Ambermoon, Dewnose and Snowbush, she and grandpa Cloudtail play chess and checkers.

* Dovewing can shoot a bow and arrow and hit her target perfectly with her eyes closed.

* Dovewing also likes frilly clothing, as long as it’s practical. She finds a short cute skirt easy to fight in, but wears gray leggings underneath them

* Almost everyone stops at Daisy’s house since she always has something fixed to eat.

* Speaking of Daisy, I keep imagining her with a soft Southern voice. At the same time, I hear Hazeltail, Mousewhisker and Berrynose as Latino.

* Millie is a major germaphobe who expects her house to be spotless. She’s the type that’ll swipe her hand on the floor and if she sees dirt, she’ll tell you to do it over again. She runs a cleaning business and Bumblestripe usually gets suckered into helping her out.

* Briarlight is literally one of the strongest Warriors in the living Clans. There are only three people who beat her in an arm wrestling match - Lionblaze, Bramblestar, and Sorrelkit. (Of course Briarlight let Sorrelkit win)

* Ferncloud ran a daycare center. The day she died, she was defending the children who were trapped in there with a broomstick and kitchen knife.

* Hawkfrost carries a mirror with him everywhere, even training practice.

* Speaking of Hawkfrost, he can sing really, really well. He is actually very famous, under the alias “Isaac Star” and is the lead singer in the rock band “Frostbite”. After concerts, he’ll recruit potential trainees, usually 12 to 19 year olds who can easily be convinced. So, he’s pretty much a terrorist working as a rockstar.

* Sol’s can also sing very well, to almost an entrancing degree.

* Runningwind never lost a race.

* Graystripe makes a ton of Dad jokes. You know, those awful cringworthy Dad jokes where you just have to beg to make it stop.

* Featherwhisker had incredibly long hair that reached the ground. The apprentices and Spottedpaw/leaf loved to braid it.

* I don’t know why, but I really love the idea of Kestrelflight being a crossdresser. He’ll just wear dresses because he thinks they’re more comfortable.

* I also like the idea that Rowanstar is intersexed, and that Mosskit was born he/him but wants to be identified as she/her.

* Willowshine is a vegan and Mothwing is an atheist. They both live in a fairytail-esque cottage on the river as mentor and apprentice.

* Ivypool paints her nails dark blue or black (some hard to see color in the blue ranges) because she found it masked the scent of blood from training practice. Whitewing just assumed it was a quirk until Ivypool explained it afterwards. Although Ivypool doesn’t mind having her nails painted either.

* Hollyleaf and Crowfeather have almost exactly the same mannerisms, and it can be seen side-by side in old photos.

* Hollyleaf also keeps her hair long, (she won’t cut it above her waist) despite complaining how it’s constantly getting in her way. When asked, she replies she doesn’t want to look like “that guy”. However, in the final battle, when Firestar told her to prepare for war, she unsheathed her sword, and crudely cut her hair to her neck without a second thought. Everybody was shocked. “Long hair is a liability in battle.”

* In the same matter, Leafpool cut her floor-length hair to her ears when she resigned as medicine cat. This was a sign of showing shame towards herself, as long hair represents longevity and prosperity as well as respect and reverence in the Clans culture.

* The Clans are very cuddly and touchy-feely towards their own Clanmates. To an outsider, watching them can be a rather unusual experience. They shower together, sleep together, and to them, it is a normal part of their culture. Asking someone to sleep with them is seen as a gesture of friendship and trust as opposed to sexual interaction.

* The Clans have an alarming tendency towards genetic mutation and recessive genes, such as Deadfoot’s paw, or the different skin pigment patches on Tawnypelt’s back and Blossomfall’s shoulders.

* Sexuality is not a concern of the Clans. They do not have the same stigma towards homosexuality and transexuality as real human society tends to. However, when times are tough, such as a shortage in population, problems often arise.

* Medicine Cats often have it the worst. The rules laid out for them to follow are exceedingly complicated and restricting, such as wearing concealing clothes, performing rituals and rites to honor StarClan and ward off evil spirits, and being condemned from a mate and children. It has become less strict as the years passed. For characters like Jayfeather and Mothwing, they pretty much ignore the rules on clothing and wear whatever.

* Female warriors are not restricted from fighting and protecting their Clan as well as having no restrictions from other parts of Clan society, but in the past, they were often expected to bear children, and even today, issues arise when a female of high status such as deputy or leader has children. It has been improving however, since Leafstar proved that children were not a hindrance in her leadership.

Unfortunately, the Clans are pretty rude towards each other and outside groups such as kittypets and loners. ESPECIALLY kittypets. They all have a high sense of nationality, and occasionally imperialistic goals.
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I wanted to make headcanons that weren’t completely idealistic or caused a suspension of belief effect. I tried to craft a bit of a completely different society and world that shared some problems like our world and various societies, as no place is perfect. Anyways, here are some of my headcanons for humanized!Warriors.

(I had to look up what leucism was. ^^“)

The Red Mug of Sex

No one should look this hot holding a mug.

I mean, seriously. That mischievous look? That slicked back jet black hair? The ‘I’m about to invade yo ovaries’ walk? That damn mug brings it all together. At this point idek what I’m trying to say anymore, all I know is that I AM MOIST AS A TURKEY 

OHH NO YOU DON’t, not witH THAT POWER-STANCING, MUG-WIELDING, OVARY-FRYING BULLSHIT – what even is that face???? Prince of Asgard, King of the Sinister Sexy, Ruler of Women who’ve a taste for delicious villainy OHH LORDY LORD take mE TO CHURCH