#and thoughts

Σ('◉⌓◉’) I’m not really sure if I’m elaborating my thoughts with drawings very well.

Do you get the vision? I mean like since Kabru’s thin from all the dying it’s easier to see the muscles. And I also tried to put my hands in drawing Laios’ body based on Ryoko’s drawing. Laios with happy trail is also very cute to me, I like him like that.

Scars are cool too! But I think healing spell would cure the wounds completely to the point it seems like you’ve never had the wound before? Idk.

And then there’s these two 👇🏻

“[we were] two little boys from Reading and Rawtenstall, we met via the internet, and we created this thing called Dan and Phil.”

Euini is terrified of being himself. He wants nothing more than to hide and be anyone else. So his bangs are longer and completely hide him.

Richeh is confident in who she is. She wants nothing more than to be herself, no matter what. So her bangs are short and allow her to face the world.

(they don’t line up with canon timelines because they adhere to my universe, Voltron: Psychopomp)

Voltron all have altean earrings they wear on a daily basis. Come events and parties they swap them out with exact replicas which are actually earpieces and mics

Keith calls Pidge birdie

Keith has struggled with chronic insomnia and sleep issues since he was little and once he started to recover from that, and the stress of constantly being aware started to fade he started to sleep a lot to recover his sleep deficit so to speak. he’s typically found knocked out on the lounge couch or in Pidge’s lab really anywhere he wants he’s a tripping hazard

Keith can’t drive a car. He can figure out literally any vehicle except cars they stump him

Pidge never learned how to style her short hair since she made Lance style her hair the entire time they were in space. She’ll be 30 and banging on Lance’s door to fix her hair in the mornings

When Shiro is too tired or stressed to do his eyeliner Lance does it for him

bPidge grew up wealthy and therefore is completely out of touch. She does NOT know how much a banana is, she’s never shopped at a thrift store, she throws out shirts she stains or tears until Lance whacks her on the head

When Keith left the blade Hunk offered to teach him how to cook as an outlet for his restless energy and for something for him to do other than train and Keith took him up on it. He and Hunk trade off on cooking duties now

Keith is a Painter. His favourite subjects are of course Voltron’s Paladins (cough, especially Lance, cough) and Voltron take great pleasure in hanging them up around the castle, much to his embarrassment. His works form an important part of Voltron’s legacy.

Hunk is the sorest loser on the planet. They CANNOT play monopoly and uno is banned

Keith proposes first to Lance but when they get to earth Lance acquires his mothers engagement ring (that she always promised he could have) and gives it to Keith, who wears it around his neck because he’s scared of losing it

Pidge calls Keith marmalade after she forgot the name of the Blade one time and keith calls her birdie cause it makes them twitch

Voltron were gone for 8 years, missing presumed dead after their belongings were found in Keith’s shack. There are some rumblings that Keith was responsible for their deaths, but they were quashed by the families of Voltron who believed Adam’s desperate plea that Keith wouldn’t have done that. In the time Voltron was gone, the families grew really close and were largely discontent with the Garrison’s findings, but largely believed their kids to be dead. Needless to say, there was one hell of a press circuit when Voltron made contact with a completely unaware Earth

Hunk and Shiro have an unacknowledged alliance to bully Lance for being shorter than them (by 1 and 3 inches respectively) and they regularly pick him up like a sack of flour much to his fluster and irritation

Hunk and Shiro also watch drag race and bad space soap operas together

Pidge broke out really bad in space and eventually got so upset about it (after pretending it didn’t bother them) that she very hesitantly asked Lance for help and Lance HAPPILY. passed down all his skincare knowledge to them

Lance loves pretending to flirt with Shiro to the point where the press genuinely think they’re in some weird love affair. Shiro is entirely exasperated and vaguely offended people would think he’d get into a relationship with Lance (who was 17 when they met) but he does find it amusing to read the tabloids

Pls Mayple, your deepest Venti thoughts and ponderings, pls? 🥺 For your biggest Venti fan? 💖

Ehe. You get a lovely mix of things since you've caught me at a Venti appreciation period :] Some thoughts and ponderings below - there was more, but I have been limiting myself on my posts and will add more on a reblog so I dont become mush.

Here I am

💋Re2r Leon S. Kennedy X fem!reader💋

{As explained in a past post of mine, Rocket Queen is my fav gnr song of all time. Since idk if anyone has done this, here's a Leon fic inspired by that song. }

{Contains: maybe a continuation to the Live Through This fic idk, yes I adore hole and nirvana and gnr at the same time what about it, Leon is a sub, reader is freaky but Leon secretly is too, established relationship, the reader lives w her parents but theyre both over 18, minors dni!!! bj, petnames might make a pt. 2 idk}

Your room felt warm and sweet, covered in posters just like Leon's cute face was all covered in kisses. You swore he was gonna pass out from how fast his heart was beating, you felt it through his chest, on which your palm was rested. "You look really cute today Leon.." you whispered agaisnt his neck, kissing it slowly making him shiver. The two of you sat on your bed, your leg brushing his on purpose. The door of your room was locked, nobody could come in, or know you'd encouraged Leon to come through your window at night. It was so romantic of him, so 80s boyfriend. He was just so special and dear to you.

Your hand lingered over his belt, tugging at it slowly making him squirm. You could see the tent in his pants, his boner outlined by his blue jeans, it was so adorable he was this desperate and you'd bearly touched him yet. It made you wet to see how his pupils would dilate, making his blue eyes almost black. You palmed his erection making him moan "hey wait...-!" he exclaimed, you shushed him. "My parent's might hear you...."

"I can see how badly you want me, you're just so shy Leon." "You wanna beg for me to touch you?"

"Yes... yes (name) I'll beg.." "Can you please stroke me please, I'm so hard, I need it please please-"

Leon whimpered when you grabbed his throbbing dick, hand under his boxers, touching him so agonizingly gentle and slow. Leon moaned erotically, "oh god... oh my god (name).. please don't stop- it feels so good-!" God, he was submissive to you. Only to you, you were just so demanding and authoritative it made him wanna come in his pants. It was just so hot to have a beautiful woman who'd command him, but also be kind and gentle to him, he felt like he won the lottery and the cash just kept coming in.

You smirked at how he looked but you were secretly throbbing as well. Your hand moved slightly faster, it made him gasp. "Um..-" he'd try to speak but it was quite impossible, it seemed he was pent up, and you weren't helping. Well, actually you were helping.

His noises broke more, became more high pitched, sounded even more desperate. It was like he'd get harder with each passing moment, veins kissing your palm. His larger hand gripped your wrist softly, in an attempt to get you to be slower. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while he kept them closed, bearly being able to speak the words "(name) if you keep going I won't last much longer-" His hips bucked and he shut his eyes, his breathing turning ragged as you increased your pace.

"I won't get mad if you come Leon... c'mon, come all over my hand baby. You look so good like this-" your words of praise were cut short by a whimper as you felt Leon's warm seed on your wrist and hand, you kept going to help him ride out his sweet orgasm. He nearly screamed causing you to put a hand over his kissable lips, you smiled the entire time. As he came down from his high, and you were still wet, his sweet eyes met yours. "Did I do good...?" "Yes of course Leon."

He was about to say something when you spoke "Return the favor for me baby, please. I got so wet. "

"Yes.. yes of course ma'am." He began to feel himself get hard again. This was gonna be a very long night in your bedroom.

{HELLO!!!!! I hope u liked this and that it wasnt ass because well me personally I kinda liked it. Re2 leon is just such a cutie I wanna impregnate him (im a girl), stay safe and eat and always goon because thats good too!! (unless u dont wanna) u matter, also srry its kinda short}

My headcanon about Johanna Hezenkoss & Emmrich Volkarin's relationship. Which nobody asked for BUT that's what tumblr is for.

Now, hear me out, I am thoroughly enraptured by the collective fandom brain that says Emmrich was Down Bad, and Johanna was too busy being a Bad Bitch to care about his feelings. In at least one universe each, you're all 100% right, and I respect you for it. However, I posit an alternative and beseech you to go on this journey with me. I want to explore a woman who does not have a singular mind for a man, who carves her own way through life with a diamond-headed sickle, but who still thinks about him enough to hate him. A woman who sees obsession as a way of life and treats him as just another in a long line. 

Our gentleman necromancer is the kind of man who falls in love at the drop of the hat. A man of a million heartbreaks. Emmrich has fallen in love with every person he's ever been on a date with. He has fallen in love with a woman selling flowers from a cart because she told him the species, though he already knew, and he fell in love with the man he met in the lift because their hands brushed when they reached for the lever and he had a beautiful laugh. That's simply how he is. 

To someone like Johanna, that is a paltry weakness. Worthy of scorn if not outright mockery (and, let's face it, usually outright mockery). Johanna is a woman of barbed emotions, they stick in her mind as they catch upon thought and idea and they do not become action. She doesn't have time for them when she could be bringing her brilliance to life. 

As students, Emmrich is in awe of her. Passionate, intelligent people are his favourite to be around and Johanna has them both in spades. She is fearless and unfettered by the law of man or magic. Daring and dauntless are also qualities Emmrich finds commendable, and on paper he should have been in love in an instant. He could have been in love. But Johanna is something else, too.

Johanna is also cruel. There are so many things that Emmrich, in the sweeping nature of his own passion, can look past. Selfishness can be self-determination. Recklessness can be bravery. Even the willingness to defy the laws and responsibilities he personally holds so dearly can be novel, an experimentation, the base of all new discovery. But cruelty is, perhaps, one of his only staunch nos. 

To think of it in simple terms - Emmrich is the one to see a starving kitten and whisk them into his arms to find them food and shelter. He loves to see someone else do the same. He can understand the person who walks past. He can forgive even the person who left them there to begin with. He cannot abide the person who laughs. 

Johanna laughs.

For Emmrich, this is easy enough. He does not fall in love and he needn't do so. Johanna is still a valued colleague and, somehow, he enjoys her company. Even if they don't see eye to eye, she is still all of those other qualities he gazes fondly upon and they don't have to agree to have spirited conversations and to learn from each other.

For Johanna, this is a slight. This is inexplicable. This is enough to burrow an emotion past the rest and what she feels is confusion - and that is so much worse than anything else it could be. Johanna knows that she is perfection personified and even if she doesn't want Volkarin, why doesn't he want her?

Johanna is clever, and desirable, and if she's in the mood for a lover it's easy enough to find one. She knows how to crook her finger. Sure, she's intimidating and she can just as easily send them running as keep them coming, but it works for her. 

Except not with Volkarin.

Every fortnight or so she sees him doe eyed and dreamy over some fellow student - once, even a visiting Chantry Sister! - and yet he has never looked at her that way. When they stay up all hours of the night, researching their shared love of magic, studying for an exam, performing an experiment, he treats her with kindness and respect. Gross. He exclaims appropriately about her brilliance. Deserved. And he never strays from the bounds of their strange friendship. Unnerving.

Worse, still, he doesn't even seem to realize that they're rivals! Both of them sit at the top of any class they're in, trading number one back and forth in a constant dead heat. When she is number one, Volkarin congratulates her! He gasps in awe at her impressive work. He even stills his tongue in front of others when he believes she may have cheated. Later, alone, when he calls her on it he is gentle. He offers to help, tells her that he will always be willing to help. She can only laugh at him. Because that is pathetic, and condescending, and she is cruel. 

It turns out that when he's hurt, his wet doe eyes aren't all that different from when he's a besotted fool. 

Their relationship is always like this. They drift apart, eventually as students, but are thrust back together as members of the Mourn Watch. Johanna is never less intelligent, never less driven, and Emmrich is never less kind. He supports her when he can and challenges her when he must. He wants what's best for her, and for the Mourn Watch. 

She wants the same things. 

When her twisted experiments and refusal to follow the rules finally ends in her dismissal from the Mourn Watch, she is furious. Emmrich is sad. For a while, he sends her letters, and they say the same things he always has. He wants to help. He will help. He cares about her. Johanna responds to exactly one. 

Volkarin,

You have always been a mewling, pitiful little creature with no backbone. Impressive, considering how easy it would have been to graft one to yourself. If you conquer one fear in your miserable life, let it be the one that forces you to keep talking when you should be quiet.

It's the one Emmrich doesn't respond to. It is short. It is cruel and their bond finally severs, a task Johanna thought impossible. He wants to help. He will help. Until he doesn't. Emmrich Volkarin never follows through on anything. Emmrich is fearful and petulant and compassionate to a fault. And he has finally had enough of her.

That's fine. They were never friends, always rivals, and he never loved her because he was too cowardly to truly see her. She knows this now and that is why she relegates Emmrich Volkarin to a footnote. Part of the past and not her glorious future. It is by nature of the beast that there is no one around to point out, no one that cares enough to notice, that she doesn't need the same footnote on every page.