In the season three episodes “Is there in truth no beauty?” and “The Savage Curtain” we see Scotty in the rarely featured dress uniform. But his uniform is different from the others - he wears a kilt along with a belt and sporran.
As a proud tartan wearer myself I always loved this detail, but only recently did I wonder 1) if the tartan is real and 2) if so, whose clan does it belong to?
Luckily Trekcore has screencaps that make solving these mysteries a bit easier. The tartan is fairly simple, just black and white. Most tartans include a mix of warm and cool colors so this is somewhat unusual. (See samples below).
So is Scotty’s tartan real?
Yes! Not only is this a real (official) tartan, it’s from the real Scottclan!
Summary: Of all the things he’s experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Bakugou is hit with a strange quirk. You reap the benefits.
AN: This fic is 50% crack and 50% raunchy smut. I have zero explanations for this. Also big thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for ranting with me once about the fandoms weird level of hatred towards Bakugou, thus inspiring me to write something for him. I’m so sorry it was this.
Warnings: smut, language, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub undertones, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking, inappropriate use of quirks
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Of all the things he’s experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Kirishima glances at him out of the corner of his eye as they step into Bakugou’s office, red eyes narrowing in concern as he sees Bakugou’s gritted teeth and clenched fists. “Are you sure you’re okay, bro?” he asks, a little hesitant.
“I’m fine,” Bakugou practically snarls between his teeth. Fuck. The tingling sensation starts in his gut, heat spreading through his limbs, and he nearly swears aloud as the sensation shifts to his dick, his boxer-briefs getting uncomfortably tighter. Shit, he’s probably up to at least another inch by now. Thank god his pants are baggy.
Unfortunately, Kirishima isn’t so easily convinced. Brows furrowing, he looks Bakugou over slowly, searching for any lasting effects from their earlier scuffle with a few low rank villains. “You’ve been acting kind of… strange,” he settles on after an awkward beat of silence, “since you got hit by that quirk. You know, you probably should have gone to a—”
“I said I’m—” Bakugou cuts himself off as that tingle comes back. “I’ll be fine,” he corrects himself. The tingle goes away, and he almost groans in relief as his dick returns to its normal size. “Drop it, Kirishima.”
Kirishima holds his hands up in front of him, placating his huffy friend. “Okay, okay. I get it.” He backs off, still eyeing Bakugou warily as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He glances at the time. “Look, man, I gotta go. I have a date in twenty, and she’s gonna kill me if I’m late again.” His smile is apologetic, but exhausted.
“Whatever.” Bakugou tosses off one of his gauntlets, letting it clatter against the floor noisily. Breathing slowly through his nose, he peels off his mask as well, setting it down on his desk. It’s fine. Everything is fine. He can handle this. It’s just a really fucking annoying quirk that’ll probably go away on it’s own by the end of the day.
Another tingle stirs in his gut, and then his underwear tightens again.
[Video description: Travis “The Texas Stoneman” Ortmayer, a professional Strongman athlete, holds a series of large paper cards with handwritten text, with a serious/upset facial expression, while somber music plays in the background. The first card reads, “They Say ALL Strongmen Are Dumb…”. After a few seconds, he discards the card from the back of his series—rather than from the front, which would allow the audience to read the next card in the series. He repeats the action of waiting a few seconds and discarding from the back, so the audience only ever sees the first card (“They Say…”)—shaking his head in disappointment and making a motion of wiping a few tears from his eyes. Eventually he discards the last card left in his series, that is, the first and only card the audience sees. His hands now empty, he makes a fist out of his left hand and gently taps his chest while closing his eyes for a moment, bowing his head, and breathing out a sigh. The video ends. /End description.]
i am newly obsessed with this demon deer boi and his gentlemanly, terrifying charm DX The artists had no right to make him this attractive. He’s scary as hell, but i have a thing for the old fashioned 20s mannerisms, charismatic humor, and also the Midatlantic to Southern accent in general. It’s too bad he could also kill me effortlessly (but maybe i have a thing for that too bahaha) Is this normal? Am I allowed to be attracted to a terrifying, sadistic, cannibalistic serial killer demon?? Help me pls=I
