#// what i do know is he's 6'6 in the suit

[comfortless]

what's ur most unconventional Headcanon? like ones you have that most of the fandom doesn't agree with. mine is that I don't think h's 6'10, in my mind he's closer to 6'6 or 6'7. Also I don't think he would be the most caring bf 😶😶 like not abusive or anything, but to me he will almost always prioritize himself in the long run

HA… well….. i do not think any of mine are too strange! but i can not ever shush when someone has lent an ear to listen!!

warning for nsfw content, mentions of injury, and unhealthy relationship stuff below the cut.

i agree with you about his height. he’s significantly taller than Simon, but i would place him at 6’7”-6’8” max. i’m no health or military expert, but i do not think that he could do the work that he does efficiently if he were a complete Goliath. he would stand out so easily! and there are a slew of issues that can stem from someone being “too tall”. he probably doesn’t have the best posture, either.

i love the conventionally attractive, long-haired König headcanons, they’re fun! but ultimately… very, very unrealistic for my interpretation of König. i tend to side with Salome and Ghost when it comes to their takes on how he actually looks under the hood. his character description suggests that his face is scary, and judging by the game that he’s in, i do not think that the other operators are going to find some goth guy nor… Jim Boeven… to be worthy of such a rumor!

König’s face is always going to be a fluctuating thing for me, heavily dependent on the setting/time period i’m shoving him into or reading about. the thing that’s stuck with me however has always been facial scarring!! where he got it? who knows… i mentioned it on my headcanons post, but the cause is just as changing as his appearance.

i like the thought of him being a little different looking: crooked teeth, pockmarks, maybe a harelip or a broken nose, burn scars, something. maybe his hair is so light it simply looks as if he doesn’t have eyebrows. maybe a combination of all of those things! the less conventionally attractive the better, it’s not his face that had us scrambling from the rafters with our hearts in our hands, after all. though i am and always will be a glitched default face model König defender. it’s just so unbearably adorable to think of that soft, sad-eyed face making that much noise while he’s rushing around in battle. ):

and though i believe he would have the best intentions at heart… you are right, he is likely a very selfish lover. still hopelessly devoted and needy, but he would be the king of double standards. most decisions are made with his preferences in mind, and the bullying has stuck with him. König is insecure as hell when it comes to anything but his skills in killing or bashing through a door.

he likes the idea of you dressing up for him, but he’s also actively pulling up your dress/top to hide your cleavage if he even thinks another man may have glanced your way. yet… he will go to the gym shirtless, and if other women happen to ogle him, well it’s just fine because he didn’t notice them anyway.

you don’t like the house you’re living in when you move in together? well he does, you’re staying… he’ll just fix it up a little to better suit your needs. even if he screws up setting up a new counter or painting, that can all be fixed.

you want to go out with your friends? he should be allowed to come with you… spending time with you makes him happy. why wouldn’t you want him to come too? yet, when he wants time alone to focus on his aim, decompress with a book, or mess around with a vehicle or a house project, you’re expected to leave him be.

he’s too blunt about what he does for work, doesn’t bat an eye when he tells you he put a bullet through someone’s head and watched the spray. he’s so used to it, it doesn’t even faze him anymore, but… you don’t want to hear about it? oh that must mean you think he’s something filthy or worse. he’s not going to cry, but he might bring it up when you tell him about something you enjoy.

just ridiculous, petty things that would drive most up a wall, but he’s firm in whatever he decides. there’s always a little room for compromise, but not much without an argument.

he has his savings account and the house is in his name in case you decide to leave. it would gut him, of course, but a part of him also expects it.

he’s not above begging for you to stay, trying any way that he can to convince you, but… he’s never expected to have things handed to him easily. his childhood wasn’t the best, why would his adulthood be any better? the way he sees it is simple: he doesn’t hit you, his cock and heart are reserved solely for you, if you can’t love him enough to stay, then… maybe you’re not any different from the people he’s known before.

he’s self aware enough to know he can be a complete arschloch, thinks with his cock more than his brain, but he’s completely lost when it comes to matters like love. he wants to console you when you cry, when you’re angry, but asking you a dozen times just why you feel such a way while squishing you into a too-tight embrace doesn’t help much. his search history is filled with things like “why is my girlfriend mad at me” or “how to make a woman stop ignoring me”. his communication toward you isn’t great, but he tries in his own way. very easy to break an argument up when he tells you some silly, scripted thing like, “I’m here for you. I’m listening.” when under normal circumstances he’s staring at you with wide-eyes and swallowing hard the very second you seem a little ruffled. you tell him to stop reciting some guide he read online, and he’s immediately worried sick you’re going to think him a complete fool, in utter denial about ever having searched something like that up.

can’t see him as being god’s gift to women in the bedroom at all. König has probably watched a lot of porn. he doesn’t care for the scripted, practiced stuff, but his tastes have always been a little odd. the amateur, solo stuff is what piques his interest the most. he knows a vibrator can make a woman come, knows that a dildo can be nice too if she sets the pace. what he’s watched with a proper couple, well… the men are always smaller than him. the terms and dynamics are lost on him, he knows what a safe word is and that he should be a gentleman and make sure his partner finishes too, but each time that’s happened has been a miracle really. he’s not a virgin, but he’s never had a partner long enough to bother learning. if he can make you feel good and vice versa, that’s enough, right..?!

he’s not going to bludgeon you with his dick, he knows he’s a bit too big and thick to just fuck you recklessly, but often times he does get excited or fretful— too deep or too shallow, flicks your clit like it’s indestructible or keeps his head between your thighs waaay after you’ve already come. he’ll stop when you ask, when you’re teary eyed and overstimulated repeating the ridiculous German word he makes you use. not above begging you to use your hand on him instead, though…

switching positions is difficult if you’re a lot smaller than him. he’s not against having you on your knees, but he wants to be so close, pant into your ear about how good you feel, smother you with his weight all the while. missionary is a nightmare because he’s drooly and comes far too quickly when he can see your face and overpower you like this, cue further squishing even after he’s done; you’re likely going to be lying beneath him all night. cowgirl seems to work best, though he’s a bit too fond of having your tits so accessible - expect biting!!

when i try to think of König with any sort of hobby my mind just blanks. i think he would try a lot, but never stick to one thing! he’s got a few sporadic collections, but nothing he keeps up with to the same caliber as his guns and knives. books are often half-finished these days, keeping focused long enough to sit through a puzzle or the like is rare. definitely longs to have something for comfort that isn’t some winding trail to no where or suffocating you in himself to just have a hint of what it feels like to be entirely happy and ‘normal’.

he’s become a bit of an amalgamation of all of the things he liked as a child: knights with their swords he thinks of as his knives, deities with bolts of thunder cascading from their hands like the bullets from his guns, loves in the way he read men of myths fall in love - utterly unfathomably devoted but always the leader… if he could he would probably whisk himself and the object of his affection to another place entirely where he could be someone deserving: someone who’s loved despite the way that he looks or behaves, someone who’s never had to question what love was at all.

[maddiethedogstories]

Sarah's Playground - 1

As I looked around the park near my apartment, I couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful the weather was. The sun was shining and there was a light breeze keeping it warm, but not to hot. It was perfect tank top and skirt weather, and I was taking full advantage of that.

My name is Sarah Jenkins. I'm 22 years old, blonde, and, if you don't mind me saying so myself, beautiful. I love this type of weather, because it really lets me show off the curves that I've worked hard for. Okay, so maybe not that hard, but I still like showing them off.

You see, about six months ago I was at a garage sale and came across this beautiful ruby necklace for sale. The old woman running the sale sold it to me for a steal, but gave some cryptic advise of 'being careful what you wish for,' and some other bullshit nonsense.

That night, I wore the necklace out for drinks with my girlfriends. At one point, I said something like, "I wish we had some more drinks," and, like magic, some dude immediately bought our table a round.

Now, I have been into the ABDL scene for a bit and understood pretty quickly what was going on based on all of the smutty diaper-fetish fiction I'd read. The old lady at the garage sale was clearly a witch and sold me a magic amulet that granted all of my wishes. Score.

I also realized pretty early on that I would have to been careful as I altered the world, because, I know based on those same stories, magic like this can have a downside if you aren't careful with it. So, for the last six months, I've been incredibly careful. That said, I've also changed a lot of things.

One of the first things I changed was my body. I was never bad looking, but, I had a dream. You see, I have always wanted to be the perfect, most beautiful ABDL Mommy possible. So, I made myself into my dream Mommy. I'm 6'6" tall. My double-D breasts are firm and, more often than not, full of breast milk, ready to feed any hungry adult baby.

I am also fit. I gave myself a large, feminine ass, but the whole thing is made of muscle. I can lift most other adults and easily carry them like small children. My arms are ripped, and I have large hands perfect for spanking disobedient littles.

I've also changed the world to better suit my fantasies. Currently, based on my wishes, when people turn 18, 25 percent of people are randomly forced to regress to adult babies by society. Those people are forced to act like giant toddlers for the rest of their lives. Other people can adopt and care for that portion of the population, doing to them whatever they want, within reason.

Looking out across the park on this beautiful day, I am pretty happy with how things turned out. Beyond the normal sights of parents and their children playing at the playground, young men and women out on runs or sun bathing, and elderly couples out for a stroll, the park is filled with adults of all shapes and sizes acting like the giant babies I've turned them into.

I stopped and watched as one particulary cute young woman wearing nothing but a yellow onesie and gigantic diaper squats down, balls up her fists, and pushes a huge mess into her pants. I watched as she blushed, her adult mind aware of how humiliating it was to shit her pants, but unable to stop herself out of fear of being punished for violating the rules of society I created.

Being the bad witch in charge feels so good!

I continued my stroll through the park, enjoying watching two 30-year-old men in nothing but diapers crawl in a sandbox as there caregivers looked on like disinterested parents letting their kids get energy out at the park.

As I continued, I saw an 18-year-old woman beant over an older man's lap, her bare ass in the air and a pull-up bunched around her ankles.

"Naughty girl! You are an adult baby now, not an adult! You do not take your pull-up off! I'm going to have to demote you to diapers for this!" The man said as he ruthlessly spanked the young woman, who was clearly struggling with her new lot in life.

It's music to my Mommy Domme ears.

Speaking of ears, what was that noise? I reached into my purse and found my cellphone alarm going off. Was it time to go home already? My tits ached. It must be feeding time for my own little ball of joy.

To bad I can't bring her out here. For my own amusement, I've left my own adult baby completely aware of how the world was prior to my intervention. When I take her out in public, she tends to make a scene. Oh well! Time to get back to Mommy duty!

I started walking down the quickest path home, the ruby necklace dangling in my ample cleavage glittering in the sunlight.

NEXT CHAPTER

[oh-dameron]

I want Mihawk to drop by the Thousand Sunny one day to check up on how Zoro is doing, catch him up on what Perona has been up to etc. He'd make intense eye contact with Luffy for ten seconds, they'd both nod and just like that he's a guest and staying for dinner.

Cut to the real reason he stopped by, which is that Zoro spent two years being markedly unenthusiastic for Mihawk's mediocre cooking. He's curious just how good the Strawhat chef is, particularly since apparently he's also Zoro's designated rival. He's not a swordsman, so Mihawk is somewhat dubious, but he knows how important a good rival is for personal growth.

Mihawk: 6'6", tits OUT, fierce gaze: meets Sanji and immediately reprimands Zoro for not mentioning that he's also gorgeous (Is that a silk tie? This pirate chef is wearing a tailored suit and tie at 5 o'clock on an unremarkable Tuesday? Finally, someone with a sense of style). There might be a hand kiss in there, along with a gift of a bottle of excellent wine from his own vineyard-did he mention he has his own vineyards? ("It's overrun with feral attack monkeys, Mihawk, it's not impressive!") - as a thank you for the hospitality.

After one of the finest dinners he's ever eaten - and bearing witness to the impeccable display of blade mastery that went into preparing it (his hands and knives are for cooking only, never fighting-exquisite) - Mihawk is giving serious thought to declaring his formal intention to pursue a courtship and wondering if his and Zoro's impending deathmatch would scuttle his chances. He's calculating tracts of land in his head, wondering if he should raze a few islands to procure rare spices as allurements. Is that still the fashion for wooing? Is he going to have to get advice from Perona?

Meanwhile Sanji is blushing to the roots of his hair and a bit tongue-tied, because again, fierce gaze. Kicking Mihawk in the face seems like a poor life choice but also the compliments and attention are weirdly flattering? Zoro is bewildered and enraged like a toddler who wasn't playing with that toy but certainly doesn't want someone else to take it. It translates into a lot of passionate, silent arguments about whose fault this is and what to do about it whenever Mihawk's attention is elsewhere.

The rest of the crew are living their best lives trying not to die laughing while watching what is essentially a live-action telenovela play out in front of them over dessert. Brook is playing an accompaniment.

[verynormalpizzeriaowner]

“What do you need, employee?”

!!!! WARNING THIS BLOG HAS BEEN GETTING MORE SUGGESTIVE AS OF LATE AND I TEND TO FORGET TO TAG THAT CONTINUE ON WITH CARE IF YOU DONT WANNA SEE THAT KINDA STUFF !!!!

HI. another one. blah blah blah main is @themostsanebug and this is my self-indulgent steven rp blog ❤️

Are asks open?

INDEED!!!!!

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Info

he is a trans man and gay! sorry chat ring remains a homosexual.

fox uses he/him pronouns mostly, if i remember i might alternate between ring/fox too!

ring is 35 years old and is 6'6 height wise!

fox is also autistic. he has sensory issues and is very touch avoidant if ring doesnt know you personally.

fox is very aware of @the-flys-buzz! aka my sona! thats his adopted son! :3c

on that topic, my sona told ring about his backstory and stuff. meaning fox is aware hes steven and who ring used to be.

fox is also aware of alternate universes and that his own universe derives from a game. again, my sona was COMPLETELY honest with ring.

jack and dave have been driven away in this au! steven gets to stay alive and run rings pizzeria......

fox has a tail!

he also has a little housefly pin clipped to rings suit jacket, my sona gave it to ring.

fox's handset holders are shaped like little demon horns and his head also has a crack on it. that is there because ring is clumsy in my heart.

he might be blunt and rude my apologies💔

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roleplaying is heavily encouraged!

other character interactions and ocs are all welcome here!

no heavily nsfw/violent asks, ill simply delete the ask and maybe block you.

basic dni (no zoos/maps/etc.)

no venting in the askbox, i cant handle my own problems let alone someone elses!

no spamming the same ask over and over either!

i am free to delete whatever asks i please. keep that in mind.

suggestive/romantic asks are fine, but you will be put under the tag "people who find my dad hot" and youll have to live with that.

[shoyoist]

hanma… when he WHEN HE NGGGHHHH he’s been sooooo horrendously on my mind lately rekha it’s becoming a problem :((( spare some crumbs as the shuji expert? 🥺🤲 what’s ur fave headcanon of him? mwah love ya lots<333

omg the absolute amount of hc's i have about my darling shuji<33 constantly thinking about him so i have so many thoughts i can share hehehe—hmm the first being that he's ticklish and a giggler! i have one or two drabbles on this posted, he's so ticklish at his waist and stomach and he giggles uncontrollably when you climb onto him and pepper his body with kisses. never asks you to stop because he lowkey likes the contact and of course! he gets an excuse to do it back to you v_v

another thought i have and this one is canon in my heart btw!! is that by the time he's 28 yrs old, he's 6'6. he was 6'4 when he was 16, and you're telling me he didn't grow an inch after that?? nuh uh he's 6'6 as an adult man he's sooo big and tall<33 and he makes himself seem even taller by only ever wearing pinstriped suits. his personal favourites come in grays and beiges and faded blues.

hmm and he's always wanted to match tattoos with you<3 it's so intimate and so hot to him, the idea of his tattoos on you, his brand on your skin— or at least some form of them. sin & punishment + virtue & pardon?? YES<3 he loves the idea of being the devil to your angel, the sinner to your saint, it's so romantic.

and on that note, he is such a romantic<33 he's good with his words, knows just how to fluster you, how to piss you off, and how to make you feel like the most special person in the whole world just by telling you things. his favourite thing to repeat—and really, your favourite thing to hear over and over—is that one day, you'll both rule the whole fuckin' city together. he also gets you the prettiest, custom-made guns and blades for your anniversaries. and they match the ones he gets for himself. he loves the idea of doing this whole thing together— him and you, with kisaki at the lead, he thinks you could rule the whole world.

[dyxtd21]

The Ancient Attainment

(Chapter 1)

(Monday 1st, June, 20XX, 9:30 am)

It was a busy morning, normally due to the local citizens of Gotham waking up and heading to work or their summer jobs, whatever they had but not in the case of Pyrope.

For you see, Pyrope wasn't a human. He was a gemstone, a sentient one, in fact. Pyrope stood at the height of 6'6", which many claim he could be a basketball player, but Pyrope only brushed their comments off and away.

Anyway, Pyrope's whole colouration was a deep red, fitting for someone whose occupation is a lawyer, giving the phrase "Hot-shot lawyer" a literal meaning. Pyrope dons a red pinstripe suit, with his upper buttons, unbuttoned, revealing his ceylon-cut pyrope gemstone on his chest area, which twinkles in anticipation. In addition, he had his red coat casually draped over his shoulders, blowing in the wind but never flying off his shoulders.

Moreover, Pyrope was blind and thus, he wore a red blindfold over his supposed eyes, and he never took it off, ever.

As for his personality, well, he was stoic, calm, and composed. He believes that justice should be above anything else and if they disagree, well...Pyrope would result in his plan B: A fight.

For you see, actions speak louder than words, and in the case of Pyrope, he'd have to agree with that statement completely. Even though he was blind, Pyrope wasn't weak. He could easily take care of himself, just like that fellow...what was his name again? Matt Murdock? Yeah, that bloke.

Pyrope met him once. He respected Mr. Murdock as Mr. Murdock respected Pyrope back. It was nice to meet someone as blind but strong as Mr. Murdock.

However, Pyrope snapped out from his past memories and 'overlooked' Gotham City from his window from his own private office. Even though he didn't have his sight, Pyrope could still use his other senses. His touch, smell, hearing, and taste senses.

He could touch the glass, he could smell the scent of smoke from outside his office, he could hear as his colleagues talked and laughed outside from his office and he could taste the wonderful and expensive flavor of red wine and rosè, even without taking a sip of those drinks.

Pyrope had little pleasures. His list would look like this:

Justice.

His romantic partners (Zebra Jasper and Ametrine)

Red wine and Rosè.

He was a man or, rather, a gemstone of simple things. He didn't want things that were too grand and extravagant. He liked them all too simple.

A knock was heard on Pyrope's office door.

Pyrope, with a stoic but authoritarian voice, spoke up.

"Come in."

Mr. Kevin Smith, a colleague of Pyrope's, opened the door and came inside Pyrope's office, closing the door behind him in the process. Pyrope turned his gaze, calmly, towards Kevin.

"May I ask what brings you into my office as of today, Mr. Smith?" Pyrope inquired politely. This was another unique and different feature about Pyrope, with the expectation of his appearance. Pyrope is always polite, even when he's supposed to feel anger, sadness, or fear. However, Pyrope didn't show those emotions (because he can't) and instead replies and deals with a calm and polite manner.

"Well, Mr. Pyrope... I got this invitation from the one and only Mr. Bruce Wayne, the millionaire playboy and CEO of Wayne Enterprises." Kevin replied back to Pyrope's question.

Bruce Wayne? Pyrope knew and heard of Bruce, but he thought little of Bruce as possible. Not because Pyrope didn't like Bruce, but because he honestly didn't have any thoughts about Bruce, but Pyrope knew one thing about Bruce: He had a secret.

"Is that so? And where has he invited us and what for? Pyrope inquired politely yet again.

Kevin started to fidget with his thumbs nervously before replying back to Pyrope's question.

"Well, h-he invited us at his Manor for a charity event he's doing tonight."

Pyrope could sense that Kevin was nervous but didn't know why.

"May I ask why you're nervous, Mr. Smith?" Pyrope asked kindly.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just nervous because we'll be meeting Mr. Wayne at his Manor, that's all." Kevin replied a bit too quickly and pretended that he was fine, even though he wasn't, which Pyrope could sense this but didn't push about it.

"Alright, if you say so, and thank you for telling me about the invitation, Mr. Smith. It means a lot. Now, I shall head outside for...observational duties." Pyrope stated, turning to pick up his red colored cane, which was leaning against his desk. After he did so, he walked towards his office door, with his red cane in his left hand and with graceful steps, but before he could exit through it, he heard Kevin's voice speak up behind him.

"Good luck out there, Mr. Pyrope."

Pyrope turned his gaze towards Kevin and simply stated: "I am married to luck. It will always be by my side."

Finally, Pyrope exits through his office door, leaving Kevin alone in his office.

[mashiee]

Arlo family lore plspls its beneficial to my health

OKAY SO

so i got another ask specifically about [REDACTED] so im gonna talk abt that in a separate ask

BUT i will tell u abt my ocs for arlos fam (almost exclusively on his dads/valeries side, havent thought abt mom much) and general stuff for them and their relationships w eachother and arlo specifically

OKAY SO

i gave Arlo four older siblings because why the hell not and i can (i will get to the parents later)

also while im thinking abt it, im unsure abt Arlo's last name but im thinking Kingston right now

OKAY ANYWAY

also i just wanna say that when made character names i usually just smash sound together until i find something i like and hope it isnt a slur in another language

so what im saying is none of the names have any relevance or importance i just like their sounds and how they look

the first oc is Mammi (pronounced like ma'am-ee)

hes the oldest of the five of them, as of current uno time hes 25

he/him

amab cismasc

haven't decided sexuality. probably gay bc im gay and i self project too much

anyway he currently works with the authorities and is in a relatively high ranking position

but surprise surprise hes a spy for [ERROR]

(a secret organization :) also has a whole Thing that would require a separate post. a lot of new characters and also some world building. plus it also kind of plays into my bod au/rei fic)

but unfortunately the authorities are all fucking idiots and no one would even think of suspecting him

Valeire is the only one who does (she basically Knows) bc their father (her brother) was against a lot of the things the authorities did

but she has absolutely no proof so she cant do anything :)

fun fact Mammi and the entirety of Arlo's sibling except for Arlo himself all Loathe Valerie

2 of them want her dead

one would actively make an attempt on her life themselves if they ever saw her again

pst psst Mammi is the former

anyway Mammi is Tall (TM)

atm his height is fluctuating between 6'5 and 6'6 bc i cant choose

i just think itd be hysterical if Arlo's entire family on his dad's side were all giants

speaking of that let me take this time to tell you that Arlo is the youngest in his family aside from his mom and Valerie because i thought it'd be really funny

bc Mammi is in the authorities he often wears a suit and let me tell you this man looks fine as hell

not all men can work a suit but this one can

i still havent drawn any of the siblings except for a bit of the next one so my visuals of them are all p vague and could absolutely change but as of now

Mammi has long straight blond hair that roughly reaches his waist

its usually in a low ponytail

he has gold eyes :)

not sure what i want his ability to be yet (obviously a shield variant but what exactly) or how powerful

now for the lovely sister of the family

so the next one is Luss (pronounced how it's spelled)

shes 24 :)

she/her pronouns trans woman

6'4

lesbian

a model who travels quite a lot

long curly hair and gold eyes

always wearing red lipstick

a bit mischievous

her ability is... well its honestly kind of useless on its own

she can make shields that are full orbs but theyre only about the size of a fist

she did find out that they hurt if u throw them at ppl tho, esp if u put stuff in them

not sure what level yet. maybe a flat 6.0 . or maybe even like a 5.9 if i wanna get angsty and make like her family disappointed in her for not being a god tier or smth

very caring about her family

very forgiving person to a fault

strongly believes in second chances

Luss is the closest to Mammi

but she doesn't really feel like she has anyone close to her

(which ends up being a huge bonding point between her and Arlo)

tries her best to keep their family together but it's pretty futile

tries to be optimistic and cheerful and such but it's all an act

would do anything for her family, especially her siblings

sees herself a lot in Arlo for what little she's seen of him

and then we have the twins

as stated above, theyre twins

the older one is Sade, and Kallo is idk like two mins younger or smth

theyre both 21

Sade uses they/them pronouns and is nonbinary

Kallo uses he/they and like. he knows he's masculine but he isnt like a man or male

hes keeping his gender unlabeled but sometimes says its homeboy bc he thinks its funny

tbh im not sure what assigned gender at birth i want either of them to be so im just not gonna choose 🤷

both are 6'4 1/2 or sth

the twins are very separated from the rest of the family they want nothing to do w them

they both dont like Mammi

and hate Valerie

Sade wants her dead and if Kallo ever saw her again he'd lunge

they tolerate Luss and don't dislike her but it's not their favorite to be around her

they don't have any feelings towards Arlo

Sade is a fashion designer and occasionally works with Luss, occasionally

Kallo is a mechanic

originally i had him as a surfer dude but i decided not to

the twins live a long long way away from Wellston and the rest of the family and have no intention of ever going back

theyre both closest to eachother obviously

they both have a lot of trust issues (all of them do) and only really trust eachother

again not sure about abilities

might want Kallo to have some variation of his mom's rather than their dads tho, or maybe a combo of both

i think ill keep Sade w a shield variant

also dk abt sexuality 🤷

i feel like at least one of them would be aro or ace tho. maybe like one is aro and the other is ace lol

ok so now that im done w the siblings

mr dad man's name is Vickaius. hes Valerie's brother. not sure if i want him to be older or younger.

he has long yellow hair (usually up in a pony tail) and gold eyes

yes im terrible and am making him an attractive dilf you cant stop me i have no self control

if it makes u feel any better i'll probably make the mom a milf too

anyway

i kinda wanna give him a scar or two and/or an eyepatch

def a god tier. some type of shield ability. i think i want him to be like a 7.1

he/him or he/she not sure what i want

tbh probably bisexual but thinks he's straight for whatever reason

6'5-7 or smth

fun fact he's currently in jail :)

the moms name is Ariella and she has curly hair and blue eyes. im not sure if i want her to have blonde or brown hair

i dont have much to say abt her tbh. not bc i dont care abt her but like. in my arlo fam plot while she is relevant and important she isnt like. you dont need to know about her. if that makes sense

i do know that i want her to be exactly a whole foot shorter than Vickaius bc i think its hilarious

context for post: arlo hcs

other related stuff: [REDACTED]

[shellheadtm-a]

@lunastaes​ / No capital offenses are allowed, Rachel kisses Tony on the Iron Man faceplate. faceplate smoochin or you’re all going to jail

She’s short and she’s lucky he’s willing to bend that far down in order to let her smooch the faceplate.

[neacle]

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the entire headcanon meme list for Electra 🖤

Oh Lexi, my beloved, my muse, my one and only 😌

☾ - sleep headcanon

Can have a hard time falling asleep due to excess energy and nerves, but once he does he sleeps very soundly. Is the little spoon always, wants to be held, snug and secure. Cannot sleep by himself

★ - sad headcanon

Actually feels rather dumb that he doesn't know that much outside of his own culture, he feels very sheltered and alone when he's not with his components for support

☆ - happy headcanon

He has one love language/gesture for each component and makes sure to show them that every so often

He and Volta go out to get manicures

He and Purse get drinks and gossip

He and Joule hits the dance floor

He and Krupp gets hot cocoa and listen to opera (Purse often joins tho)

He and Wrench play chess and drink tea

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

A lot of his anger is rather empty, his bark is definitely worse than his bite, more showy than actually serious, even if he's got a rather short temper lol. Bound to give the occasional zap to whoever made him angry lol

✿ - Sex headcanon

Loooves to fuck, very hypersexual. Doesn't mind switching but prefers to bottom (especially from a big, handsome diesel)

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Has a huge suite back at the commission he works for, with separate rooms for all the components and also his own room with a bed big enough for all of them to sleep in if they want to. Very fancy and shiny and sleek and warm. He has *a lot* of stuff and can sometimes be a little messy and scatterbrained, just putting things wherever (much to Wrench and Volta's chagrin), but he tries to keep it orderly!

♡ - romantic headcanon

Doesn't know shit about romance lmao, but he really tries once he starts his relationship with GB. Takes a lot of advice from Purse and Krupp lmao Sometimes Volta and Joule as well, but Krupp and Purse are the designated Married Couple in their family lol

♥ - family headcanon

Racers don't really have families the way other railfolk do, they're just bred and "manifactured", but he has a Dam named Borialis and a Sire that i haven't named yet cause he's not important lmaooo

The Components are his real family, forged and bonded over the years, and Wrench is the closest thing he'd call a mother

☮ - friendship headcanon

Outside of the components he doesn't really have any friends, just the occasional co-worker and hook-up. But after he gets with GB he'll form some strong bonds with people at Apollo Victoria :)

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

His fingers twitch and crook when he's nervous or focusing, like long spiderlegs lmao

He works and trains so much that he hasn't really gotten the opportunity to develop any true hobbies, but he likes to read and look at clothes and designs. He could probably tell you a lot about certain fashion designers lmao

He's also a huge fan of dancing and choreography

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes: Sex, dancing, fruity drinks, chocolate, cherries, the sea

Dislikes: Rain, winter, loud sudden noises, crowds

▼ - childhood headcanon

Not really much of a childhood. Just training, training, training

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Don't age lmao

But he's around 26 looks-wise and what he "feels" like.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Can't cook for shit. And he prefers cold foods or fruits anyway

☼ - appearance headcanon

I...have made a superlong post only focusing on his HC-look lmaooo but to summarise it;

Eric Clausell body wise, very tall, like 2 meters, 6'6(?), A NOODLE <3

Slight hourglass shape with broad shoulders and snatched waist, firm ass, but mostly shaped like a dorito lol

Crest is cherryred with purplish blue highlights, but he sometimes colours it blue.

A very pretty, kinda round face, lips that beg to be kissed, very pouty, high cheekbones, shiny, big blue eyes, lashes for days. Body is bluish turquoise with shiny circuitry glimmering underneath the skin, and face is a soft caramel with copper-bronze highlights. Natural blue markings along his eyes and cheeks that he brings out even more with makeup

ൠ - random headcanon

His preferred nickname is Lex, and that is *only* for friends or lovers. GB is the only one that can call him Lexi, he just about melts then

[dragonladdie]

Hey so what's up with your indigenous/indigenous coded ocs?

THANK YOU MI AMIGO 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

(P.S. I'm mainly focusing on native NORTH Americans in the main U.S. territories because I have a butt ton of latine, polynesian, and indigenous Canadian/Alaskan ocs as well so uh 😅 don't wanna keep y'all here forever)

Here's some bios 👇🏽😌

Draco

Tribe: doesn't know 😔

Gender & pronouns: trans male, he/him

Age: 15

S/O: Bi

Birthday: August 9

Height: 5'8

Description: Mid-tone brown skin, freckles, short curly black hair, and brown eyes. Skinny and lanky as HELL. Wears basic ass clothes 'cause my boy got no fashion sense ✊🏽👊🏽😔

Some trivia:

- Half white

- Grew up in foster care so he has no idea which tribe he's from :/

- Likes drawing, goes tagging sometimes

- Has fire magic!!!

- Also has the gay for Nico ahaha

Nico Smith

Tribe: Cree

Gender & pronouns: Cis male, he/him

Age: 16

S/O: Gay

Birthday: April 20, yes he's aware

Height: 5'8

Description: Dark brown skin, coily black hair with a fade, brown eyes. Scrawny. Wears a lot of punk clothing and has ear piercings

Some trivia:

- Afro native, his mom is half Cree, half black

- I was originally gonna make him a Chad but then I realized that goth just works better for him 😌

- Was a gifted kid(he hated every second of it)

- Listens to a lot of WILLOW and KennyHoopla

- Takes zero shit. He WILL punch you in the face.

Quill Osage

Tribe: Crow

Gender & pronouns: Cis male, he/they

Age: 26

S/O: fruity as HELLLLLLLL (he's gay lol)

Birthday: June 9

Height: 6'4

Description: Mid-tone brown skin, wavy black hair to his shoulders, and brown eyes. Lean, runner's build. Wears a lot of goth clothing and has a shit ton of piercings.

Some trivia:

- Twin to Regina

- Can shapeshift into a dragon creature and has fire powers.

- Unhinged. WILL bite you

- Dating Cameron

- Acts like a dick to literally everyone but if he cares about you he's an absolute sweetheart :3

Regina Osage

Tribe: Crow

Gender & pronouns: Cis female, she/they

Age: 26

S/O: Lesbian

Birthday: June 9

Height: 6'6

Description: Mid-tone brown skin, short, wavy black hair, and brown eyes. Built as FUCK. Typically wears button-ups and suit jackets. Has a fuck ton of tattoos.

Some trivia:

- Twin to Quill

- Also can shapeshift into a dragon creature and has fire powers.

- The more calculated one of the twins, has to hold Quill back a lot.

- Has a girlfriend named Letitia St. Claire who doesn't appear on this list, unfortunately.

- Has a long fuse that doesn't burn quickly, but when she loses her temper, watch out.

Samantha Grant

Tribe: Apache

Gender & pronouns: Cis female, she/her

Age: 28

S/O: Lesbian

Birthday: January 26

Height: 5'7

Description: Light brown skin, long, wavy dark brown hair she has in a braid, and brown monolid eyes. Curvy, kinda shaped like Mewtwo. Normally wears strapless shirts and high rise jeans/shorts and beaded jewelry. Has a right prosthetic leg.

Some trivia:

- Just a wee 👌🏽 bit vain

- Got her leg chomped off by a hellhound

- Stereotypical "mean girl" archetype but. Native and an adult.

- Had a very sheltered life from an overbearing mom

- Cooks as a stress response

Jason Spencer

Tribe: Mohawk

Gender & pronouns: Cis male, he/him

Age: 27

S/O: Bi

Birthday: May 1

Height: 6'2

Description: Light brown skin, long, straight black hair in a bun, and brown monolid eyes. Has a lil bit of chub. Wears a ton of beaded necklaces and wears moccasins 24/7.

Some trivia:

- Resting bitch face

- Grew up on a reservation with Alex & Cameron

- Witch who's ancestral ability is to turn himself invisible at will. Has a mountain lion familiar named Nara

- Works a lot of minimum wage jobs

- Literally just the personification of the "Sir this is a Wendy's" trope

Alex Deere

Tribe: Mohawk

Gender & pronouns: Twospirit, any pronouns, but they/them is fine

Age: 26

S/O: Pan

Birthday: November 16

Height: 5'11

Description: Mid-tone brown skin, curly black hair to their shoulders, and brown monolid eyes. Scrawny and lanky as all hell. Dresses like a Chad (varsity jackets n shit) but don't be fooled they're a huge nerd

Some trivia:

- HYPER AS FUCK

- Grew up on a reservation with Jason & Cameron

- Can recite every line from the Star Wars movies IN ORDER

- Memer

- "However, Flareon is the only fully evolved fire type Pokemon that cannot learn Solarbeam. Yeah I'm working on a melody of all 17 Pokemon theme songs-"

Cameron Laronde

Tribe: Mohawk

Gender & pronouns: Demiboy, he/they

S/O: Gay

Birthday: June 29

Height: 5'10

Description: Mid-tone brown skin, short, straight black hair, and brown monolid eyes. Chubby. Wears whatever's comfy, needs glasses.

Some trivia:

- ANXIOUS

- Grew up on a reservation with Jason & Alex

- Witch who's ancestral ability is to be able to teleport himself within ten feet of any direction(like an enderman). Has a jackalope familiar named Onni.

- Dating Quill

- Very sweet n nice :)

Whew I'll do my non-human coded ocs tomorrow I'm tired 😪😴

[c-atm]

Connie Maheswaran sighed...She knew this was a bad idea, but no one else was around, and the best friend/ bane of her existence/ big crush/ betrothed had an eye for these things, so his expertise was appreciated.

"So." Steven Universe, gem hybrid, alien prince, sweetheart, and hero to many, started with a grin. Placing his hand on the curve of her back." How skimpy of a bikini are we getting, huh?

She growled dangerously as she felt his hand crept lower." Stop it, you pervert."

Steven just smirked as he lifted his hand back up. That lecherous fox smirk that he only showed her.

"I promise that my intentions are as 'pure' as the lily-white of your clothes." 

Connie arched an eyebrow looking at her yellow polo, black denim shorts, and orange kicks. "What white are you talking about?" She implored.

The alien royalty squeezed the college sophomore bottom. "The thin warm cloth underneath." He whispered into her ear, making her fume with annoyance, bashfulness, and made just a wee bit of an exciting impression… Despite her pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.

"How the hell do you know?" She questioned, grabbing his wrist and clenched tightly, making the 'big gem on campus' fall to his knees in slight pain.

"Ow, ow, ow! I promise I didn't peek at you while you were getting dressed today."

"But you did peek at me." She arched an eyebrow.

"On accident." He pleaded, " We both know I would never peep on you."

"Now, Steven..."

"Not without an escape route."

Connie took a moment to consider it, but in the end, she decided he was right.

Steven always had a damn way to run away. Not like when they were teens, and she would easily catch and punish him for his transgressions against all womankind. However, they were more innocent, like giving her (not-so unwanted) pecks on her cheek or complimenting her physical growth.

It was the reason her betrothed became her bane before becoming her friend and crush.

Though his actions couldn't be helped, it was ingrained in him. The gem race was very liberated when it came to physical appeal, appreciation, and affection and saw all forms as beautiful. From the first (of what would become semi-normal) time she visited his home planet, it quickly became apparent to her that kissing, touching, and 'raunchy' commentary was commonplace among Homeworld. A lot of sensual and carnal PDA was everyday stuff for gem kind. 

All except fornication in all its forms. 

That was considered divine as gem fusion but way less lax—the ultimate show of reverence for one's unique being. Even stories of one’s actual sexploits were to be kept between partners, no matter how many there were; neither monogamy nor polygamy took precedence on Homeworld.

She let his wrist go with an unamused hum, opting to hold his hand to keep it from wandering.

”Let’s go, my perv.” Connie sighed as she led him further into the store, towards the dressing rooms. She was nearly closing the door behind her as she entered, turning and facing him, hiding with the plywood entrance. "So, against my better judgment, I'm gonna go into the dressing room and wait for you to bring me back some swimwear," Connie informed, blushing. "I need you to take this seriously, ok? No games at all." She muttered.

Steven gasped, placing three fingers on his chest as if he was an offended southern Bellé. "Why madam, I do declare that I will be at my most critical. After all…" He caressed her cheek with a smirk on his face, "the chance to decorate you in my taste doesn't come along often." He grinned as he interlaced his fingers together. "I can see you now in...Hehehe! Oh yes..."

Looking at his bottom lip gnawing, nearly crossed eye blushing expression of perverse elation, Connie almost regrets asking for his advice and help but, there is a reason for that. "Can you not imagine whatever you are imagining and help me?"

He looked up at her pouting profile and smirked lovingly before kissing her forehead. "You're more tempting than anything I can imagine." 

She took a deep breath, rubbing the back of her left calf with her right foot, and idiosyncratic behavior towards surprising affection and praise.

"⁵Just...Stay away from the skimpy swimsuit from earlier."  She warned, burned cheeked as she closed the door behind her, "Himbo hubby."  rubbing her forehead, where the warm sensation of his lips lingered, she grinned. The feeling of pride In her chest.

"Ok... Let's get to business."

Three minutes later, Connie was stripped of her clothing and her pride as she looked at her reflection. Bare to her body and her insecurities. She didn't feel Charming? Girlish? Soft? Cute?

She was never called cute or adorable. No... Words that described her was strong, tall, mature, robust, and built, which was right.

She was six ft by the time she was 16 (she's 6'6 now), always been athletic; being an army brat on an army base until she was 12, strenuous exercise was more than just a habit; it was a lifestyle. Combined with tennis and martial arts, it was easy to understand why her body was built and cut as it was. She had 'mercenaries muscles.' A body made for battle, yet she was 'blessed' with the curvy hips and noticeable bust of her mother's bloodline.

The thing is, she didn't hate her body. She just wasn't privy to the attention she got from it. Most guys were intimidated.

Most girls…' intrigued' to say the least, and then there were some who 'swore' she was 'transitional.' People she affectionately referred to as transphobic bastards.

One cause she was born, lives and will die biologically and mentally as a woman, no matter how 'masculine' she supposedly acts; and more importantly, being trans isn't wrong.

"The scars don't really help either." She mused as she scanned her nude form little scars from her active lifestyle on her stomach.

"I think they give you character, Berry." Steven voiced from behind the door, surprising her enough for her to jump.

"The hell?! How did you get done so fast?!" She nearly shrieked as she turned to the door...Which now had a few swimsuits hang on the knob, " Steven...Did you peek at me?" 

She was greeted by silence.

"Accidentally," 

She gave a slightly exaggerated sigh at his guilty tone to hide the smile on her face. "Really? You don't wanna see me in the buff?"

She could already see the thousand-watt smile on his face.

"Wait, are you saying I can?"

She had to bite her tongue from laughing at his eagerness, "No, sit and wait." She scoffed out a chuckle when she heard him moan, downtrodden. Taking a look at the group of bathing suits in the knob, she went to see which one she definitely will not wear.

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Steven sat in the pink chair in front of the dressing rooms, legs and arms crossed as he waited for his beauty of a betrothed model for him. He knew she wasn't crazy about her appearance, but he couldn't get enough of it.

The fact Connie tower's him by a whole nine inches. Her 'jacked,' pear-shaped body with its hypnotic curves, especially around her bust, hips, thighs, and butt. Blazing deep-set onyx eyes with thick brows, thin cupid bow lips, her slightly narrowed and flat nose, and loose raven hair in a half-braided ponytail that reached her broad shoulders. An amazing amazon made real. 

Of course, her physique was only part of why he was smitten to what humans would call near 'perverse' moments, strange since earthling takes sex for granted, to the point of making multiple websites about it for profit. 

Planetary cultural differences aside, Connie's physicality was just a complementary mirror to her character. Strong, bold, unique, and mesmerizing. No wonder why Connie steals every room she walks in when she wants to or not. He couldn't help but snicker tenderly at the thought of her before tenderness gave a slight way to hunger at the thought of her in a swimsuit.

"Steven...Can you come here?" 

The hybrid looked with a bit of concern and curiosity at the brown hand waving and shy voice coming from the dressing room.

"Hmm?" He stood and walked to took the gold sprayed knob of the plywood in his hand.

"With your eyes close!"

That made his eyes widen, but he followed her request, closing his pink eyes before entering and closing the door behind him. "You ok, Ni'?"

"I...I need you to promise to be honest with me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just promise. ok?"

"Hmm...I'm opening my eyes."

"Wait. I'm not.."

"...HMM..."

Connie looked towards him in shy withdrawal, holding her left arm, and biting her lip adorned in a blue bikini. The top looked like a cage neck crop top that clipped in the back, and the bottoms were high-waisted with an extra band that crossed around her navel. It was sexy, to say the least, accentuating off all her curves and prominent muscle, flattering her breast, thighs, hips, and butt, without showing too much; it was made for her.

"Well?" She asked, looking at his stare but getting no answer, feeling her cheeks heat in marooned embarrassment. "Is it that bad?"

"Adorable."

Connie's eyes widened, "A-Adorable?" She pursued her lips, looking down at herself. She wasn't used to being called that. 

"Yeah... I mean, yeah, it looks sexy..but it really brings out your softer, sensual charms."

"I...I.." her nose flared as she fought the bubbling feeling in her chest. " You're... You’re not just saying that, right?" She rubbed her left calf with her right ankle.

"I wouldn't lie about this." Steven raised his right hand in a promise.

She crossed her arms, her mouth in a side pout," So...I'm cute in this, then?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?" Steven teased, getting a raised brow look of astonishment from his betrothed

" I..No!" She crossed her arms below her chest, looking away, pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.  

 Before turning towards the hybrid, just as she was about to attempt to make her point, she was caught off guard by his hand gently but securely grabbing her chin and leading her to move her face up close to his, their nose tips gingerly touching.

It wasn't the first time he did this, and it always made her feel a bit meek. Never unpleasantly, though.

"You're always cute."

The feel of his warm lips sandwiching her top lip with popping clips was new.

New but welcomed. 

[getreadytosmash]

][For Jen][ Almond Chocolate Coconut || Black Raspberry Cheesecake || Chubby Hubby || Cotton Candy Explosion || Death By Chocolate || Devil’s Food Chocolate || Ginger Crème Brûlée || Heartbreak Healer || Lemon-Lime Sorbet || Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet || Neapolitan || Orange Pineapple Whip || Phish Food || White Raspberry Truffle

@blind-mutant

Ice cream headcanons

Almond Chocolate Coconut: a touch headcanon. Jen often likes initiating contact! It's a big thing that helped when she was a kid and Bruce would come over, bruises and beaten from his father, and it helped even more as she got older and things got rougher. Physical contact is one of the best ways to help Jen calm down and out of everyone, she's most likely to hug you.

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc). After becoming She-hulk, Jen is both more open and more reserved about who she dates and has sex with. Being big and green and gorgeous did so much for her and helped Jen in feeling more confident to go after what she wanted, but it's also come to a point where it's harder for Jen to form relationships over the whole "I'm She-hulk" thing and the longer lasting issues of gamma not always being perfect. She's found herself leaning more into the demiromantic side of things over the years.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon. Jen considers becoming She-hulk to be the best thing that's ever happened to her body tbh. It allowed her to transition in the most perfect way, it gave her fame and power and it took away any chance of being scared again when it came to any violence. She's hot, she's strong and the fact that she gets asked to be on magazine covers and signing autographs by some people really helps make her feel better than ever.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon. As a kid, Jen was really set on being a dancer, mostly a ballerina. She quit the dream for being a lawyer instead when Bruce's mother was murdered. It seemed like a better cause to want to learn to help people, especially when Brian Banner was merely trialled for insanity rather than facing a murder charge.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon. Jen likes those FANCY baths with the best smelling bombs and flowers, champagne and fruits/chocolates to nibble every Friday or every other Friday. She deserves it and everyone in the base knows to NEVER disturb Jen when she goes off for her Friday baths. Rick still has nightmares.

Devil’s Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon. I suppose wanting to BE She-hulk is a vice?? It was actually a big part in her early storyline where she was supposed to stay human when at work and she struggled so badly, as well as hulking out as soon as she got out of work. Jen kinda,,,never wants to be human again and this can cause some issues at certain points.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc). Jen was VERY feminine presenting as a child/teenager when she had begun her transitioning and had been worried over how others saw her and a lot of Jen's gender experience relied on how she was perceived by those around her and what women should have looked like. Being green did a BIG boost and at first, Jen was a Typical Summer Body Model,,,just 6'6 and green with big hair for a period of time before she started to find what SHE wanted in herself.

Now Jen is a lot more confident and happy in how she presents herself because all that matters is how she sees and what she feels like. That includes being 7'7-8'2, ripped and being happy to either wear a suit or dress to stun people with.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon. No one ever really stays with Jen as a hulk and part of that is from how hectic her life can be, her physical body and the fear that a good majority of people can't cope with the sheer stress of a media life AND a hero life. That, and Jen's immortal, who's going to be able to stay with her? Can she really keep on living and loving people when she knows that they'll all just leave her in some way?

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c). Her libido is INSANE. Jen can go almost ten rounds and only needs five minutes before she's up for another round. It acts up if she hasn't got anything else to direct her energy towards, but sometimes Jen likes to let it build up purely for how good it feels to spend as long as she likes, especially if she wants to tease a partner and wear them out.

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon). She's scared of the cold because after coming back from death when she had been shot and other times, the cold reminds Jen of dying and how it felt, the fear that she might never go back and she's always going to be stuck in that hellish landscape, with Brian and shells of people she knew...best to keep Jen warm.

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon. Out of everyone in he hulkfam, Jen is the most willing to be vulnerable I'd say. And it's more important on the fact that she's had the most normal childhood out of everyone and KNOWS that vulnerability is important. She has a harder time herself with showing the same intimacy when it's bad, but she tries to get the people around her to be more open, especially since all she wants to do it try and help the people she loves.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c). Jen sometimes risks wearing lingerie under her clothes on days that she feels a little playful with a partner. There's more of a chance where she gets into a fight and maybe her clothes get a little ripped up and shows some of her lingerie, which...maybe Jen likes when she gets to see their cute faces when they flush at the sight of her underclothes.

Phish Food: a music headcanon. She can play the piano! It's faded somewhat over the years from lack of practice, but Jen can still do "Part of your world" just fine.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon. At the end of the day, it's always going to be Jen's own fear that makes her weak. She's scared of what people think of her for so long, scared of the cold, scared of death, scared of her family being hurt...Jen may be stronger than anything and sensational, but she's still scared that one day her power will run out and she'll be overtaken by her fear.

[karazor--el]

The Arrowverse's biggest crossover event in history, Crisis on Infinite Earths, is nearly upon us! The sheer amount of guest stars, new characters, and new roles being introduced in this five-part crossover is enough to make anyone nerd out, but you'll never guess which twist actually had the entire cast on cloud nine.

TV Guide has spoken to several Arrowverse cast members about filming Crisis on Infinite Earths, and while spoilers are being kept under lock and key, cast reactions are decidedly less guarded. And without fail, the actors could not wait to gush about how awesome it was to see DC's Legends of Tomorrow's Brandon Routh suit up as Superman again after playing the Man of Steel in the 2006 movie Superman Returns.

"Seeing him in the Superman outfit was just — everybody just gasped," Arrow's David Ramsey told TV Guide. "Brandon looked like a Greek God. He looked like 6'6'' or 6'7'', muscles everywhere, a little grey in his hair. It was just perfect. And he just had this thing about him. His hands were always on his hips. He was golden era Superman... You think about Superman and if you say the words super man — he looked like a super man... Your eyes just couldn't get off of Brandon."

Everything We Know About the Crisis on Infinite Earths Arrowverse Crossover

"It was really fun watching Brandon Routh just like flip over and change over from Ray Palmer to being essentially Super-Brandon — that's what we've been calling him," said The Flash's Carlos Valdes. "It's super weird but also really gratifying to watch him play these two characters, you know? It means a lot, not just for the fans and the writers, but also for Brandon himself. I think that's part of what fascinates me about him playing these two characters is that I have to imagine there's a personal component as well. I'm just sort of caught in all the different imaginings of what this must mean for him to revisit that character while also playing out the rest of this character."

"That was one of the coolest things that I've ever gotten to do in my life, just seeing [Brandon Routh] walk out in the costume. Like, 'Holy Toledo! That's that guy, that's him,'" Hartley Sawyer added. "Brandon has a deep, deep understanding of what Superman really represents and what that character is really about, and to see somebody who plays that character so well and then to learn the understanding that he has and the thought that he's put into it? That was really cool. I kind of just bowed down before him because it was like, 'Man, not only are you so good at this, but you get it. You completely get it!'"

Judging from the photos of Routh back in the Superman suit, it's easy to understand why everyone was so wowed. He really does look like he jumped right off the cover of a comic book. We can hardly wait to see how this version of Superman will make his entrance!

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Crisis on Infinite Earths kicks off with Supergirl on Sunday, Dec. 8 at 8/7c and will continue with Batwoman on Monday, Dec. 9 at 8/7c and The Flash on Tuesday, Dec. 10 at 8/7c. The event will then return after winter hiatus for its conclusion with back-to-back episodes of Arrow and DC's Legends of Tomorrow on Tuesday, Jan. 14, starting at 8/7c.

TV Guide.

[itsclydebitches]

I wonder if rwby and them told jnr about the rest of what jinn showed them or if it was just "oh btw, salem is immortal and ozpin said deuces" and none of the rest of it, or they just kinda glossed over it. It's probably also a case of he's not there in the form they're used to, or easily accessible to them so it's easier to ignore him and his trauma (out of sight out of mind). No matter how you slice it, they're dicks and ozpin will help them because it's all he knows to do at this point

I’m wondering the same?? My assumption based on everyone’s reaction (and the practical issues of explaining all that) is that they just got the bare bones summary about the Gods, immortality, this is humanity 2.0, etc. I doubt there was any emotional focus on what Ozpin had been through/how that plays into him keeping a secret because, again, we’ve seen no evidence that Team RWBY considers all that as even a possible justification. Ozpin is a useless lair who they don’t know if they can trust anymore but it ultimately doesn’t matter because we never needed him anyway. That’s how he’s been characterized in the second half of the volume and a man like that doesn’t get to have himself (accurately) portrayed as a victim when others tell his life story. 

Ozpin is currently at a triple disadvantage because he’s a convenient scapegoat AND he’s in the body of a 14yo AND he’s out of sight so they can keep easily ignoring him. Not to say the kids aren’t legitimately angry about stuff he’s done, only that anger is much more easily flamed when your target isn’t there (think about anytime you’ve complained about someone vs. what you’re willing to say face-to-face) and leagues easier to express when they’re a tiny teen instead of a 6'6" adult in a suit. As someone who knows a fair bit about teaching personas, I guarantee the group wouldn’t have acted with the same arrogant confidence if Ozpin still looked like their headmaster. 

But yeah, as said, no matter what you focus on the group has been cruel this volume and I’m SO hoping the show eventually acknowledges that. 

[toasttz]

How to make games: Hero Shooters

So, class, today I posit this little question to you all: Do you want to be the next Blizzard? Fuck no, you don't want to be "Don't you guys have phones?" Blizzard; you wanna be Blizzard from 5-10 years ago when they were at the height of their popularity. But that's not what I'm shooting for here. Do you want a fount of endless revenue? Do you want to do the absolute baseline minimum in terms of engine and game design to actually create a game but aren't creatively and ethically bankrupt enough to make a gacha game? Do you want to build a game whose rules, designs, and themes were just stolen from the effort of others? Do you really like Rule 34? Then it sounds to me like you want to make a Hero Shooter game! Hero shooters are easy to make on account they fundamentally have only three gameplay modes: push a payload, kill the other team, and kill the other team while standing on top of a glowing circular thing. They're also equally easy to design as they require no thematic consistency whatsoever and what little writing you'll be expected to bother with will simply be character bios, which you can keep so vague as to be virtually meaningless. There's never a 'story' in a hero shooter game and what semblance of one does exist is pretense for the non-canon aforementioned three game modes you'll be forced to build around. Best of all, the individual mechanics of each hero are easy to design - just steal them from whatever games came before. Now create about three or four maps with some different sorts of themes, but don't make them in any way mechanically varied - the most complex obstacles on any given map should be walls and maybe elevators that move at a very low speed. We're making a hero shooter, not Mario Party, dammit. If anyone asks why you are essentially just reskinning the same maps you can explain that it's to ensure that the game remains a "test of the players's skills" even though that's a bold-faced lie for the same reasons people who play Super Smash Bros as "tests of skill" are full of shit. Meta-gaming retards make games algebra homework instead of fun, but that's precisely what you'll be banking on in this genre. Once you have that, we need to get into the most important thing about hero shooters: the Heroes. Heroes in these games take one of three major roles: 1) The retard scrub DPS heroes - who will be played by the vast majority of your one-trick glory-chasing mentally-stunted community under the pretenses of being 'the most fun' and will be where the better part of your "cool" themes and motifs will be dedicated toward. These work under the key principle of "Shoot everything until it stops moving" and requires zero brainpower whatsoever. 2) The under-estimated doggedly persistent Tank heroes, played by those with either the willingness to learn something other than "Shoot bad guy with gun" or those who find pressing and holding a single button for the duration of the 10 minute match time to be the highlight of their bleak office-job lives. Though, on the other hand, some of the really cool designs will ultimately end up in this family. 3) The unsung gods among men known as the Support heroes, AKA: the ones no one will actually play. These characters will never be given cool or interesting mechanics or designs, but you'll be at liberty to make as many sexy nurse outfits as you can come up with and no one will be able to tell you otherwise. Like an ungodly amalgamation of tanks and DPS, your gameplay experience will boil down to pointing at your target and holding down the button the entire match - except unlike DPS heroes, you'll be shooting at the blue team and not the red team. Now, some might argue that there are technically other families of heroes, like flankers, zone controllers, pseudo-supports who can debuff enemies, but remember that the key to any good hero shooter is keeping everything rock-stupid. Every hero should have only enough abilities to fill a role for the left and right mouse buttons and the Q and E keys. F or R can be for reloading where applicable, but if you demand anything more of your players, you're going to lose their interest because Hero Shooters are hugboxes for sociopaths who care for nothing more than getting that sweet, sweet 5-second long "Play of the Game" replay at the match's end. This is why the character who invariably rips off Team Fortress 2's Demo Man and can kill people he doesn't have direct line of sight with will always be the most popular, without exception. I mean, sure, you can have 30 or 40 heroes, each with incredibly detailed outfits, backstories, kits, and personalities but everyone will just play the Not-Demo Man so you might as well accept that your userbase is going to be the only thing more toxic than a puffer-fish or a modern-day feminist. But I repeat myself. I don't have the time nor particular inclination to tell you exactly what you need to make but I can give you some character types that are obligatory by law to be in any hero shooter game. This will at least give you a start before you realize that being creative is hard and just steal kits from better games than your own. Call of Duty Man - The main DPS hero and usually the face of your game. Typically a grizzled war veteran man and almost exclusively an American if your game is set in the real world - remember, creativity is hard! He'll have a medium-ranged assault rifle and precisely one movement skill and one healing skill in his kit making him a jack-of-all-trades. Will either be loved or hated by your community with no room for in-betweens. Sexy Healer Lady - The main support hero who is literally just TF2's Medic reskinned and with tits. You really don't need to do anything more with her, as the fanbase will handle the rest. And the less said of that, the better. Big Knightly Dude - The main tank hero who has a big shield that, regardless of origin, will be transparent so Call of Duty Man and Not-Demo Man can fire through it while guarded. Probably wields a melee-ranged weapon even if in a modern warfare setting. By law, they can never be shorter than 6'6" (or 7200 cm. Pretty sure I did my conversion right on that). Flamethrower Guy - Literally just TF2's Pyro. Mechanic - Literally just TF2's Engineer. Sniper - Literally just TF2's Sniper. Probably also a voluptuous woman in a tight suit because creativity is fuckin' hard, man. Not-Demo Man - The cancer in your fanbase you will never nerf. Doesn't matter that he can party-wipe the enemy team single-handedly without being anywhere near them because Hero Shooter maps are literally just a set of narrow corridors so his kit is extremely OP. No, better just nerf Sexy Healer Lady again, since your DPS fanbase is pissing and moaning about her again and, this time, not in the same way a cat in heat does. Next, just make characters around elemental themes. Once you have 30 or so, you can get around to actually doing really mechanically interesting and varied heroes, since there's really only like 10-15 good FPS character ideas to begin with. So don't be surprised if you have some overlap. But by then we should hopefully have completed the next major step after the game is made: alienating your fanbase! This step is easy and requires no particular skill or coordination on your part. First, make some events seasonal, such that you have at least a major event every other month. Any more than that and your fans might actually think you're trying to be anything but another generic Korean eSport event, so be sure to space them out and have at least half of them be terrible. Valentine's Day is a good excuse to dress your female heroes sexily, summer games are a fun and not-at-all tired motif, and of course you need some kind of Christmas event. Just make sure these events only run maybe 2 weeks out of the year, have lots of stuff that you can only get during those times and, as said, that most of them are terrible and not fun at all to play. And don't -EVER- make any of them PvE, as that requires coding AI characters and effort and shit - what do you think think this is? Warframe? No, terrible gimmicky PvP events will be a good start because there is no frustration quite as severe as being told you didn't grind hard enough for: Loot boxes! Shit yeah, your hero shooter's gonna have loot boxes in them! Remember, we want maximum money for minimum effort and there's nothing like a Skinner Box within the hugbox that is the sweet dopamine high of popping a loot box open only to get common drops every time! If MMORPGs have taught us anything it's that Sub-1% drops are TOTALLY good game design and aren't at all unethical and an artificial, cheap tactic to keep people hooked on your game. This is why, in addition to the e-peen bolster that is your arbitrary profile ranking also drip-feeding a loot box upon level up that you have "Weekly Resets" for additional loot boxes. This runs on essentially the same principle as a cell phone games making you wait for additional tries to make it more a habit than a game - but that's okay! You can just rationalize it away as "it was the player's CHOICE to buy 300 loot boxes for the low, low price of 799.99 USD!" and not at all a psychological compunction found in human psychology! You're not an unethical douchebag in the slightest! And speaking of douchebags, it's time for the third and most important step in alienating your fanbase: Balancing the Game! What do I mean by that? You might think it's something like "Oh, this one character has an attack that is way too powerful and so it should be retooled in such a way that it either isn't available as-often, or maybe make its hitbox narrower to make the game more skill-based" but you're dead wrong. That requires actual effort and we all know how we feel about that. So, instead, just start an eSports team. Why? So you can listen only to the DPS players from each team and only implement THOSE changes. That way, only tanks and supports get nerfed into irrelevance and since no one in eSports is ever going to play those roles anyway, who cares? Who needs healers when you respawn to 100% after 7 seconds of dying?! Who cares if the majority of your fans hate these changes and that you end up completely destroying the kits and frameworks of their favorite heroes with needless, superfluous, unwelcomed tweaks? God-damn it, the Not-Demo Man needs to be able to wipe out an enemy team with a 3-second Time to Kill! No questions! I have a very specific vision!! Once your fanbase has been alienated - congrats! You're no longer obliged to release new heroes and levels! The responsibility of server upkeep and releasing new content twice a year are lifted! Now, just reskin the entire game top-down and release a new, better hero shooter founded on the same grounds to re-capture your fleeing audience and fleece them all over again! Now repeat ad infinitum and gain unlimited money. Congrats, you're now another Chinese game manufacturer that shits out products with no care for their fans or reputation but you get to go whaling every single day and fill your bathtub with money. You're ready to work for actual Blizzard now! You're welcome.

[dainesanddaffodils]

Compatibility - A Strange Magic Ballet AU ... sort of

This was @suzie-guru‘s christmas present, which I finished a few weeks ago - but being her present I didn’t want it online until she had read it. She now has, so now it’s my christmas gift to the fandom! 

Enjoy Bog and Marianne flirting in a dance studio and using ballet as a backdrop to talk about their individual mental health issues

Compatibility

Marianne knew she was staring, and she wasn't trying too hard to conceal it.

Because, to be frank, the man was worth staring at. Not to mention that she was more than allowed some curiosity when a stranger was cast as her co-lead in the upcoming spring production of Swan Lake. 

It wasn't that it never happened that her city's Arts and Theater Company took open auditions from the greater community, especially for bigger productions, but rarely did they land lead roles, when there was the whole issue of compatibility between leads. And rarely did they ever look like the photo of the man that she had been given when casting had been confirmed. 

The man in the photograph had looked like a lumberjack, or a construction worker. Or just homeless. He was in no less than four layers, and one of them was plaid. His beard looked too unkept to be hipster chic or whatever it was that her sister's boyfriend, Sunny, was. He looked about as far as you could get from the role of a ‘handsome prince’, if he looked like a dancer at all.

His name, according to the listing, was Bog King.

Presently, two weeks after the cast announcement, she watched him stow his bags and change his shoes. They had the studio to themselves; a personal practice time slotted out for the two leads, the way actors did compatibility reads. It was a chance to see how they played off each other, to see how and if this would work between them.

He looked like the man in the casting picture; even more out of place perhaps because now she could see his height in person (6'6" jesus christ). But in practice clothing and out of his four plus layers of flannel, jean, and leather he was, in fact, quite athletically toned. His broad shoulders tapered into a thin waist and she might have snuck a glance at his ass while he got his shoes out of his bag. That was absolutely a ballerina's ass. 

So yeah, she was absolutely staring. 

"Ye can ask, you know?" He spoke like they were coming out of a pause in an existing conversation and not like these were the first words he'd said to her. It took Marianne a second to even understand that he was addressing her.

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking about asking and you don't have to worry about offendin’ me- I get it often enough."

Again, Marianne was thrown off by the conversational tone (if not by the gruff and slightly accented voice), and it took her a few more seconds before she understood he was commenting on her staring. That he had, more than likely, taken it as an insult to his appearance. He understood the question that she did, in fact, have:

How the fuck does a man who looks like he just walked out of spending the past ten years living behind a truck stop come to be a ballet dancer? 

Which, to be fair, was a pretty insulting judgement to make on someone based on their appearance alone. And she had made it.

She felt her face warm, embarrassed and irritated at how accurately she had been read and called out by a total stranger. "You're real great at starting a conversation, has anyone ever told you that?"

His eyes widened, taken aback. As if he hadn't expected her to fire back (if this was really how he began conversations, she was surprised he wasn't used to people responding in kind). But then, he smiled. It was sarcastic and bitter - the kind of smile her father would chastise her for. She decided she rather liked it. "All the time."

"Charming."

"That's me."

Marianne was rearranging her feelings towards him so quickly was giving her a bit of whiplash. Rarely did anyone keep up with her sarcasm to this level. 

Still, she knew she couldn’t make small quips much longer without bringing up the already remarked upon elephant in the room. She picked at the sleeve of her black leotard and pushed forward. "So... how long have you been dancing?"

Bog King glanced up at her, eyes moving across her face for a moment until a corner of his mouth twitched. They both knew that she was asking what he expected, but also not asking how he had expected. He returned to tucking his laces in. "Five years." 

Marianne was glad he was looking away, because she didn't know how he'd react to her shock. "Five years?" She said at last, her tone as steady and mildly interested as she could make it.

He snorted, looking back at her again, his expression frustratingly unreadable. "I'm a quick study." She would have made a face or sarcastic comment to that but he didn't sound like Roland would have had he said the same thing. There was no pretension to it. It was just a fact. And despite his rough appearance, Marianne believed him.

“What got you started?” She asked, before she could stop herself. He raised his eyebrows and she quickly added. “It’s just- I’m used to people realizing pretty young that this is something they were into, you know?”

"And when did you start dancing?" Bog countered, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Two? Three years old?"

Marianne's own lips twitched in spite of herself. He truly did have a charm about him, though unlike anyone else she'd met. "Four," she said, lifting her chin a little. "And a half."

Bog laughed shaking his head. "Of course." 

“I stopped for a while, a couple years,” she blurted, unsure why she was, what, explaining herself to him? “Some shit happened and I said I was through. I didn’t think I was going to come back.”

Bog shifted on the bench, allowing her space to sit down, which she did. She had no idea why she was telling him this; even in the vaguest terms, talking about what went down with her and Roland was something she didn’t do. Ever.

“What changed?” He asked, as though her two sentence watered-down version of past trauma was worthy of his attention (and jesus, when was the last time Marianne had felt any part of her that wasn’t an on-stage persona was worthy of attention?).  

“I realized that I was still miserable,” she said, her shoulders rising and falling in more of a sigh than a shrug. “And I thought that was bullshit – like, why should I have to give up something I love because a few shitty memories. Screw that.”

Bog’s smile returned, and just like before, Marianne recognized that smile as one she’d given countless times. Bitter and full of a fierce ‘fuck it’ level of optimism that came after years of being hurt. She knew he got it. He didn’t even know a quarter of the full story but he got it. What did she do with that?

She tore her eyes away, looking back at her shoes, and realized she still needed to change into her pointe shoes. She hadn’t even begun stretching. This conversation had thoroughly distracted her from her usual pre-practice routines.  

She dug her pointe shoes out and began going through the motions of getting ready for practice, her mind wandering back to her earlier misgivings about potential compatibility with a stranger. It was looking like that might be the least of her problems.  

“Therapy,” Bog said suddenly. Marianne looked over and realized he had been watching as she got ready.

“What?”

“What got me started dancing,” he clarified. “It was therapy.”

“What?” She said again.

Thankfully that got a smile from him. “Some- how did ye put it? Some shit happened. I needed something to, I don’t know, distract myself? Keep myself functioning?” He laughed a little, though it wasn’t particularly happy. Dumbfounded, Marianne searched the lines of his face (he had to have at least five years on her, probably more), and bit her lip to keep from asking for details. He hadn’t.

“And this helps?” She asked at last, more incredulous than she had intended. It felt a bit like the equivalent of someone saying ‘have you tried yoga’ – she thought about the idea of someone suggesting that as therapy after Roland, and how negatively she might have reacted.

“Well, if ye haven’t noticed, it hasn’t exactly made me a ball of sunshine.” She snorted and he grinned. “But yes, it helps. It gets me out of my head, but doesn’t require… socializing. Does that make any sense?”

“Totally,” she said instantly, because it did. Some people found ballet a difficult form of theater but Marianne had always embraced a form of emoting that didn’t require words. “Well, I’m glad it worked. You’re obviously good at it.”

Bog waved off the compliment, though Marianne thought she could see his cheeks color. “Decent.”

“Decent doesn’t land you the lead in Swan Lake,” she told him firmly.

“I’m as surprised as anyone with that,” he retorted. “Certainly wasn’t what I was goin’ for. Not that I won’t take it,” he added quickly.

“Were you going for the wicked sorcerer?” She teased, looking at her tall, sharp-featured conversation partner. Earlier she would have worried that might have offended him but now she wasn’t surprised (though a bit pleased) to hear him laugh.

“Would be what I’m more familiar with.” At her inquisitive noise, he said, “I’ve been the Mouse King in the Nutcracker… twice now?” He counted on his fingers. “More suited to me than Prince Charming, I’d say.”  

Marianne had had that exact thought the second she saw him. She didn’t know if she agreed with it now.  

She busied herself with finishing her lacing. When she had Bog got to his feet. “Well, come on then- Marianne, was it?”

Dear god, had they not even properly introduced themselves yet? “Um, yeah.”

He offered a large hand, which Marianne wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take it like she was shaking it or like he was going to help her to her feet and awkwardly tried both. Bog laughed, and did indeed pull her up. For a second, she was thoroughly distracted by the first real impression of how much height different there was between them; she didn’t even reach his shoulder. The man could probably lift her with two fingers. She felt heat rush to her face and tried to very casually step away from him.

Seemingly unaware of her reaction, Bog released her hand and moved on, intent on the barre on the other side of the room. Grateful as she was to be moving on to actual business, she had one last thing to say on this topic, and if she didn’t now she knew she wouldn’t.  

“Hey, Bog?” He paused, turning to look at her. “Why’d you tell me all that? About your therapy and shit?”

His eyes narrowed, genuinely puzzled. “Ye asked.”

“Yeah but you said that everyone asks.”

“Not like you did,” he said. Before she could reply he added, “I didn’t tell ye any more than ye told me. Why did you?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. She was still confused about that. “I guess… I had a feeling you’d get it. Not a lot of people do.”

“I had a feelin you’d get it,” Bog echoed, offering her another crooked smile, like this was the simplest thing in the world. Like he wasn’t confused by how quickly they had bonded, like connecting through the course of a short somewhat cryptic conversation was perfectly normal.

And maybe it was. Maybe Marianne was overthinking things (Dawn would certainly say that she was). Maybe, for once, she could take her own advice and let herself have something nice.

She smiled back, shook her head, and joined Bog at the barre.