#── striker cannon ❜ & answered .

[barkskins]

Favourite season and why? (for Striker, Jasper, and Kier; as well as anyone else)

── ANSWERED !

"ain't nothin' better than the summer. me and my brothers, we used t' sit out there in the grass makin' mud pies whenever the sun came up. there's the county fairs, too, and you'd be hard pressed to find me missin' an excuse to get to the rodeo. kickin' back with a cold beer out the front of our trailer ain't nothin' short of bliss."

"autumn, or i suppose you call it the fall. when the leaves are crispy and the air is fresh. it's also the perfect weather for hot chocolate. of course i drink it all year round, but it's even better when it's a little frosty outside and you need to warm yourself up. plus, i have loads of cute scarves to wear in autumn, and it's halloween."

"it's easier to travel undetected in the winter months, yet its harder to stay alive and catch game when the world is muffled under snow. the moment the birds start to sing and the mornings get lighter is the perfect time to strike. you can move when the flowers are still icy, yet there's still a little warmth left for you. i suppose that's why they call it spring."

[jadcnlapointe]

👊 🍩 🌙 🕷️🎁❤️

───  ANSWERED   !

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

"sure am. got it from my daddy, along with my hairline an' these damn wrinkles on my face. i try my darn best to keep things under control but it ain't easy. i got no way of calmin' myself down when i get angry other than goin' to the bar and getting some asshole to punch me right in the nose. i'm sure there are better ways of dealin' with it, but i ain't never been all too smart."

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

"nothing beats a blue slushie. there's that artificial taste that makes you go nuts. i know juni would kill me if i ever let jacie taste some, but i feel like it would blow her little mind. all that sugar keeps me running. the best ones are the ones you get at the cinema, though—you know, the ice blasts? you know what, i might just go and grab myself one right now."

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

"i want to be famous. a movie star, a socialite, a singer—i don't care how i get there, but i'm going to be running with the kardashians before you even know it. mark my words, you'll see me on billboards and the cover of vogue in the next five years. there's nothing i wont do to get me there. if it means backstabbing or finding other ways of getting to the top, you bet i'm going to do it."

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

"strangers. people touching me. people making my hot chocolate wrong. loud noises. persistent noises. birds." the list could go on, and it likely would have, if i didn't stop him in his tracks. the majority of jasper's fears seem 'mundane' to those not experiencing them, but his emotions are anything but—his overarching fear is the unknown, is occurrences outside of his routine. so long as his life trundles along on a steady trajectory, he can hold it together.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

"i definitely prefer giving gifts to receiving them. i think i'm pretty good—i try and pay attention to my friends and get them something they would really like, something they'd never get themselves. i guess, if somebody really pushed me, i'd love some flowers. a really big bunch of them. roses, peonies... those sorts of things. i think flowers say a lot. it's so simple, too—no flowers are ugly, you can always get them right."

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

"oh, my—it's been a really long time since somebody asked me that. i think i'd have to say, above everything, words of affirmation. my mind can be real mean to me sometimes. i know. that jesus wouldn't want me talking down on myself the way i do, but i can't help it sometimes. it's so easy, criticising yourself when you're right there. i reckon if a handsome man swept me off my feet and told me everything i wanted to know, i wouldn't be able to keep myself away."

[kaiijo]

ALL WRAPPED UP — PORTGAS D. ACE

pairing: portgas d. ace x gn! reader content: canon-typical depictions of injury and blood notes: after months of obsession, finally a one piece post

Your eyes drift to the open ocean again, watching the horizon with a hawk-like awareness. You shouldn’t be this distracted, not when you need to be formulating a strategy to propose to Whitebeard and the rest of the Division Commanders. 

“You know he’s going to be fine,” Marco reminds you for what feels like the millionth time, giving you that same, knowing look. 

You nod back. “Yeah, I do,” you reply but you can hear the tightness in your tone and the voice in your head reminds you that he’s been gone three days longer than expected. 

You know that Ace is one of the strongest members of the crew; it’s the reason Whitebeard promoted him so quickly to Division Commander, the reason your captain sends him on solo missions often. It certainly doesn’t hurt that he has the power of the Flame-Flame fruit, but even the strongest of pirates have been beaten — Gol D. Roger being a perfect example.

You see a dot in the distance, which grows bigger as it draws closer. You hope it’s Ace but you put your crewmates on alert, just in case. To your utter relief, you recognize the yellow of Ace’s Striker but the relief is short-lived as he comes into focus. He’s gripping the boat’s mast, cuts and dark bruises marring his tanned skin. You don’t think twice as you jump off the side of the Moby Dick, landing steadily on the bow of the Striker. 

Ace shoots you a signature lopsided smile, though it’s a bit pinched. “Don’t think you asked permission to board.”

You sigh and roll your fondly, trying to quell your racing heart as you slip an arm around his shoulders. His own arm drapes across your shoulders as the crew hoists the two of you up. With a cursory glance over him, Marco says, “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

Ace untangles himself from you as soon as his feet land on the deck. “I’m fine, Doc,” he says. The way he stumbles a little as he tries to right himself and the blood slowly dripping from the deepest laceration at his shoulder doesn’t help his case. 

Marco levels him with a stern look and a firm grasp on his uninjured shoulder, both of which make Ace sigh in acquiescence and follow Marco down into the ship. You chew on your lip, about to follow, but Thatch says, “Let Marco work. We’ve got a Division meeting. Check on Ace after.”

You glance one more time at the way the two men left before following Thatch to the captain’s quarters. 

You’re hurrying down the steps towards the infirmary as soon as the meeting ends. You’re not even really sure what you all discussed. You can only assume it’s something about swords and cannons and the Marines, and you’ll get Thatch or Izou to catch you up on it later but you have more pressing concerns right now. 

You nearly collide with Marco in your rush. “Sorry,” you say breathlessly. “How is he?”

Marco peers down at you through his glasses, half-amused, and answers, “Good. He’s been whining about not seeing you and it’s my duty to keep patients happy. So…” He slides over and you open the door. 

Ace is wrapped in gauze and bandages, reclined grumpily in one of the infirmary beds. His face lights up when he sees you and he tries to sit up, wincing when he does. “Don’t get up,” you say, pulling the chair that is next to his bed closer to it. You adjust the pillow and unconsciously reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes. They follow your motion and when you realize that he’s now staring at your face, you quickly drop your hand. 

There are so many questions racing through your head but the first, and most logical, one is: “What happened?”

Ace groans and huffs, “Got ambushed. Thought I was finished collecting intel and let my guard down a little too early.” When he sees you studying the dressing Marco wrapped around him, he nudges you with his elbow. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”

It makes you laugh a little and in turn, Ace’s smile grows wider. “You know,” he says, leaning close. You hold your breath as he puts his face only an inch or two away from yours. “I’ve always heard that a kiss makes everything hurt less.”

He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, a mischievous glint shining in his dark eyes. You gulp down the knot that has formed in your stomach and your cheeks are on fire. He smells like sea salt and the open sky. You can count every freckle that dots his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Ace’s smile falters when you don’t answer and he jerks back, stumbling over his words. “It’s no pressure or anything! It’s just something I’ve—”

Plucking up all your courage, you shift forward and move quickly so you don’t lose your nerve. Gently, you let your lips brush against the worst of his injuries: the cut in his right shoulder. You draw away swiftly and when you survey his face, you push down the pleasant warmth in your belly at the way his face goes red.

[nicoforlifetrue]

I was going through the rotten reflection tags and in one back in 2022 you mentioned that on a power scaling level, leo is at the bottom, and that he is a visual distraction while donnie is a glass Canon, dealing big hits from behind.

Could you elaborate? Like the power scaling of the rise boys, who's on the top of the power scaling who's 2nd and 3rd, is donnie 3rd? What are raph and mikeys purposes in a fight?

ok this things been rotting in the asks long enough for me to figure out how to answer this.

in terms of pure force output it goes

donnie raph mikey leo

in an actual fighting perspective there all equally tough opponents, they have the typical set up of two damage two support,

donnie is of course glass cannon striker, his job is to get as many hits in as possible at the most strength possible, all out offensive with a focus on speed as his only defence, the problem with this is it leaves him pretty vulnerable for when he does manage to get hit.

raph is a bulky tank, be big, be hard to ignore, draw all attention to him, hes the slowest of his brothers though that dosent mean much and his high focus on defense and agro draw means he doesn't always get max damage out

mikey is tangle all rounder, he fills in whatever gaps or roles are unfilled in the battle plan as well as making it harder for enemies to maneuver, well rounded and very balanced hes the best fighter on his own when the groups separated.

leo is movement assist leader, his main job is getting everyone in the right position for the fight to go smoothly, hes the one with the plan and his brothers follow that plan weather they know it or not, its imperative that he knows, understands, and can calculate reactions and thought trains of his group in order to position them properly without getting them hurt, it can almost seem from an outsiders pov that hes not doing much as a result of his required constant observation, hes well balanced with a focus on speed and his actual attacks are along the lines of death by a thousand cuts.

[candlecove-weaintdeadyet]

The Laughingstock crew as search terms I've used for research

Percy

"Schott surname origin"

"History of amputation"

"History of prosthetics"

"Did 17th/18th century ships have cartographers"

"Vintage china dolls"

"Nightmares vs. night terrors"

"What did people keep in lockets before cameras were invented"

"Average height/weight of 13 year old male"

Janice

"Early 1970s child fashion"

"Rolling Stones debut album release date"

"When were camcorders invented"

"Cabin boy duties"

Poppy

"English to Scots Gaelic translator"

"Scottish accent pronunciation"

"PTSD term origin"

"Real antique tricorn hat"

"Scottish surnames"

Milo

"Hurdy-gurdy"

"European sumptuary laws"

"Indentured servitude as criminal justice" (not related to above)

"History of hair dye"

"History of cosmetics"

"POTC Captain Jack Sparrow best moments"

"Narcissistic Personality Disorder symptoms"

Dr. Heartfelt

"German word for (insert word/phrase here)"

"German lullabies"

"TF2 Medic tvtropes"

"Raggedy Ann"

"German Navy 18th century uniforms"

"Rapier"

"Parrying dagger"

"What did ship doctors do"

"Was heroin used as anesthesia" (answer: sort of, apparently)

Sea-Dog

"1960's plush dog"

"Keith David Husk"

"Hip flask origin"

"Boatswain duties"

"17th century wax earplugs"

"Dog breeds best suited to water"

Salty Jojo

"Jamaican surnames"

"were ship carpenters a thing"

Banana King

"Smartest parrot species"

"Can you eat banana seeds"

"17th century crutches"

"Pepper's Ghost effect"

Nathan

"ship gunner"

"how do cannons work"

"friction primer"

"golden age of piracy apprentices"

Calvery

"Russian voice actors"

"what did strikers do"

"17th century harpoon"

"Jim Henson muppets"

Ms. Laughingstock

"Ship figureheads golden age of piracy"

"1960's Barbie doll"

"17th century frigate"

"frigate cross-section"

"Angela Lansbury"

[caxycreations]

One

CW: Death, violence, semi-cannibalism, children in dangerous/violent situations

Well, this is certainly one of the darker works I've written, but it showcases something about Devon that I'm not sure I've showcased before.

So, you've been warned.

Devon sighed, sitting on a pair of corpses from his latest assault. A young buck, barely fourteen, lay before him, shaking and whimpering in quiet fear. The opossum eyed him up and down, mulling over what to do.

The buck stared at him, terrified, the predator in front of him looking like the very essence of Death, clad in a black, bloodstained jacket with jeans as pale as the horse he was famed for riding atop, now stained crimson from the blood of the buck's parents.

Devon drew his gun, looking at the young man. He'd decided what to do. He looked it over, then glanced at the kid. A wide, almost hungry grin spread across Devon's face.

He held the gun down, aimed at the ground as he leaned forward, getting a closer look at the kid's eyes. There was something familiar in there, something dark, behind the crack in the boy's innocent look.

His grin widened. "What's your name, kid?" he asked. When the kid didn't answer, he grabbed his parent's hands, lifting them up and shaking them a little. "What, these two not give ya one? C'mon, spit it out! Name!" He said, a growl in the back of his throat.

The kid jumped a little at the growling and shouting. "K-Ken, I-I'm Ken-" he was cut off by Devon pointing the gun directly at him, the poor boy staring down the barrel of a handgun like no other.

As large as any hand-cannon, with two bright gates of energy shining through the end of the barrel, illuminating Ken's face with a soft, yellow light. The boy trembled in terrified silence at the sight of the gun in his face.

With a flourish and a flick of his wrist, Devon spun the gun around, catching it with the handle towards Ken. The buck looked at him in fear and confusion.

Devon chuckled. "Bolt .454 Custom, had it made special for me. Got two charging gates, these shots burn as much as they shock. Makes for easier cleanup, cause, y'know, the flesh just sears right up, can't bleed. Makes it hurt a helluva lot more."

The opossum grinned, offering the gun. Ken shakily took hold of it. As soon as his fingers touched the real, polished, wood of the gun, something in him felt...strange. He held the gun, looking it over.

With an instinctive urge, something deep inside him compelled him. He acted before he thought, taking aim with the gun, and in the same instant, pulling the trigger.

The gun sparked, the sound of the striker going off filled the air, the bullet exploding forward, piercing the first charging gate, electricity coating the bullet. An instant later, the second gate, superheating the round to such a degree the gun itself burned in the young boy's hand.

The bullet flew free of the barrel, spiraling through the air towards it's target.

As the boy screwed his eyes shut, he waited for the sound of Devon's body falling to the ground.

Instead, he was met with the laughter coming from the opossum. Ken opened his eyes, looking at the man in confusion. He was entirely unharmed.

Devon grinned, his lips curling back in an expression between zeal and hate. "Ya really shot at me! Ha! I didn't think ya had it in ya!" He said, ripping the gun away from Ken.

Ken looked on in confusion. He'd aimed right at his head, he'd pulled the trigger, heard the gunshot. Where was-

Oh.

Behind Devon a steady stream of smoke came from the bullet, lodged firmly in the wall behind Devon. He'd dodged it.

Devon looked over his gun, then to the kid. He fiddled with the hand-cannon before aiming it again. "Only got one shot left in here. Somewhere. How 'bout we test your luck, eh?" He grinned, twirling his gun on his hand, spinning and twirling the firearm with practiced ease.

He cocked his head to the side. "Shakin' it up for ya, no telling if it'll go off or not when I pull this trigger! That bullet could be anywhere!" He said with a wicked grin. "Now you just call 'whammy!' when you think you're gonna get lucky, kid!"

Ken stared in fear. The bullet could be anywhere? He could- He could really shoot him here-

His heart raced. What if, when he spoke, the bullet was in the right place? Would he die, or would it just hurt? Would he feel it? But what if it weren't? The gun couldn't go off without the bullet being in the right place, right? He'd be safe?

Devon grimaced. "Oh c'mon! Either ya guess right or it ain't your problem anymore, kid! CALL IT!" He roared with a violent, raging volume. Ken winced, then, watching the gun, decided. "W-whammy!" He cried in fear, shaking and closing his eyes.

Devon stopped the gun dead still, pulling the trigger, aimed straight at the boy's head. The trigger pulled back, the striker flew inside the gun, with a resounding-

Click.

Devon grinned, putting the gun away and leaning forward. "Luck's on your side, kiddo. Get the fuck outta here, before I decide I need a snack." He said, licking his lips with a hungry growl.

Ken stared at him, terrified, before running as fast as he could out of the alleyway. Devon chuckled, whistling through his teeth, a couple of his men running over from around the corner.

Devon nodded towards the bodies of the buck and doe he'd been using as a makeshift seat. "Chop'em, bag'em, take'em down to Marlow. I want'em for supper tonight, so tell'im not to skimp out or he'll be the next item on the menu." He said with a grin.

A couple of the men nodded, setting about their visceral task.

Another checked his gun, then headed for the end of the alley. Devon grabbed his shirt and flung him at the ground away from the end of the alley. "Kid lives, or you die, clear?"

The hare looked up at Devon, confused. "Dev, he's gonna tell someone."

"He ain't gonna tell a damn soul."

"Why wouldn't he?"

The pair glared at each other for a moment before Devon smiled. "Cause then he'd have to explain to'em why he was so eager to shoot me when I was givin' up."

The hare scoffed. "He could leave that out!" Devon huffed, growling and grabbing the hare by the neck, bringing him in close. "You don't question me. Kid lives cause I fuckin' say he lives, we clear?" He asked, throwing the hare into the wall. A crack filled the alley and the hare clutched his stomach, the impact having broken something.

Devon glared at him, then looked over to the alley's end. "Y'gotta leave one alive now an' then."

The men looked at Devon, but shook off their confusion and kept working, the hare coming to his feet and slinking off to recover from his injuries.

Devon stared off to where the kid had run.

Gotta leave one alive now an' then. S'the kindest I can be to'em.

He sighed, then, with his trademark grin plastered on his face, he leaned down, taking a chop of buck from one of his men, headed off to make his way home, idly chewing at the tough meat as he walked.

[lovelytayforce]

~Of Dreams and Mirrors~ Click! Hearing the sound of the stranger’s pistol being emptied and reloaded, Megatron took his chance. He moved quickly from his spot and walked as Soundwave did between spaces and shot point blank as he stepped into the middle of the opening. He didn’t stop moving in case the mech had another loaded pistol at his side. His coverings made it difficult to tell. CHOOM! He was now behind the building next to the previous one. “Argh!” It was low but an obvious admission in pain, that he had shot right where he wanted. The sound of shifting dirt was clear in his audials. “Now,” He spoke loudly, the air carrying his voice across the city. “You have two options.” ::I’m up top.:: Shadow Striker commed him as the smoke of his barrel filled his senses. The quiet of a standstill was strong. ::He grazed my side but, I nicked him in the leg, I can cover you.:: Good. By the time he walked up the alleyway he was closing in toward the other incapacitated mech, his cannon would be charged enough again. His helm turned ever so slightly before he made his move to see Soundwave making his way, kneeling low with his pistol out and ready near him. He was not alone. “Surrender,” His frame swerved from the building he stood against, fusion cannon held high as it blared brightly with energy. He took his steps slowly and calculatively giving this stranger time to rethink his options. Crack! The glass of a window near him shattered as the sharp stranger took a shot near him. A warning more than anything as he stubbornly stood back up. He smirked at the thought of taking this talented mech in his ranks. Megatron kept steadily moving forward, not quite taking his shot yet as he waited for the other mech to make his move. He noted the other was taking steps back near a door from the middle of the street, away from the downed insecticon. The gray mech was out of the alley, entering the same street as the new mech, he only took a very quick glance at the broken fountain and scurrying civilians. “Or get shot down by my hand.” More clicks and whirs of guns and cannons alike welcomed him to the street as his army was no longer caught off guard. “I don’t think so…” A rough voice finally spoke up to him, his pistol was pointed squarely at him and they both knew this was only going to end with one of them walking off this street. “Not until I find who I’m looking for.” Megatron raised his optic at that. It was then the stranger’s poncho was lifted by the harsh winds of Cybertron wafting up dust to show he had reached for the door he had been nearing. It didn’t budge under his servo, which rules out any temporary escape he wanted or banked on for this gunfight. But what surprised them both the most was Clobber was inside, you could see her through the window of the door. “It’s locked.” Was all the two heard before her blaster shot right through the glass and metal of the door knocking the mech to his side and making him roll away from the debris. “Damn it!” He heard a growl and curse from the now downed mech, the warlord relaxed his posture a bit as he approached the mech. BANG! BANG! Which was partly a mistake. He had to full body lean back as two clean shots grazed past his face. A deafening ping rang out in the streets as the stranger's pistol was shot out of his servo. The look of shock on his face was priceless. Shadow Striker had taken her shot. “Now, I’d like to hear your answer since,” Megatron was now above the mech, a fusion cannon touching the tip of his dusty hat. “I asked so nicely.” - The premise follows Cyberverse Megatron dealing with the consequences of his actions after stealing another universe's Matrix with the threat of being killed while communicating with the soul of that universe's Prime. Will he make it to his desired future or will he be nothing but a figure in a photo encompassing a long-lost dream?

[rosmerie-sleeps]

Beyblade Burst headcannon time!!

Anyways, since there is like a bagillion beyblade burst charathers, instead of trying to make one long mega post or format it like I do with my omega strikers headcannons, instead, I am going based off of popular demand. That means…

Send me an ask! If you want to see headcannos for your fave, you’ve got it!

I’ll keep on answering asks until either one of two things happen

a) I have (somehow) covered every charather in the bey burst cinematic universe

b) people stop sending me asks. Permanently

Not sure if your fave has already gotten a post? Just ask!

if they haven’t gotten a post, I’ll try to make one as soon as possible. If they have, I will link it to you as soon as I can.

Your fave is from a generation other than burst? I don’t know how to say this but… sorry, I just can’t answer that

yeah… I haven’t watched the first two generations and the spin-offs that come before burst. Maybe in the future I will also open it up to beyblade x (I am reading the manga but I’m still not that emotionally attached at the characters) but for right now it’s beyburst only 😓

Your fave…wasn’t really my fave? And I don’t have any head cannons for them??

yeah it happens. So that’s why, instead of answering with “sorry, no headcannons for this bby 🥺” I am also going to include a personal rating along with any head cannons that I have (which I mean it’s fair. Head cannon quantities vary GREATLY from character to character. Some of them only have one (1) head cannon.)

These personal ratings, of course, will be ranked on a scale of 1-10, along with a small (or big) explanation on why I like/ don’t like them.

Oh, but where can I see all of this? You know, in like, one place?

fear not my friends, as any head cannons I posses will not only be tagged with bey burst headcannons, but also with K is rambling about beyblade kids again 🤦. That way, you can see all my silly head cannons in one place!!

I will begin aswering asks tomorrow, but for now , ask away!

(p.s: If you want to ask for more than one characters, ask for each one individually. I want to keep track of this this way. I just find it easier)

(p.p.s: I am not legally allowed to compensate you if you are disappointed by your results.)

[strikercannon]

as he listened, striker’s lips remained tugged into a taut line . he wondered , if prompted , whether his own brothers would talk about him with such warmth , or whether they would shrug off the question and drag his name through the mud . nobody should be forced to live with the decisions they made at seventeen — the mullets , the questionable relationships , those nights wiped out on whiskey in ditches and fields — and yet the weight of leaving tennessee had hung heavy on striker’s shoulders for two decades . sure , he had taken the boys away from harm , but also away from their home . “ they all seem like great kids . you like ‘em , your family ?? “ although , from the way nate spoke of them , he was already sure of the answer , “ as a big ole brother myself i can assure you he weren’t too happy to see the back of you . my brothers are both in their damn thirties an’ , even though we can hardly get a minute to ourselves these days , i don’t know what i’d do without their elbows an’ knees in my ears during the night . “ the sweet twitch of a smile . the trailer was tiny , stinking of stale beer and body odour , but he wouldn’t have it any other way . anything was better than the oak-panelled ranch of horrors they came from .  “ ah , it ain’t all for cowboy types . i reckon you’d fit right in with me as your right-hand-man . my brother looks more like our mama , “ and there was a part of striker that resented froggy for it , although the younger couldn’t have done much to help it . how he wished to wake up and spy his reflection , to see blue eyes instead of brown , to see a soft hairline over the cowlick that had been passed down by their father . “ an’ i don’t know if he’d take too kindly to that but , hey , i can get you guys together . i reckon you’re about the same age . “ then again , striker insisted that he was thirty-five whenever anybody asked , despite the silver at his temples and the wrinkles like crows feet in the corners of his eyes . " we ain't all bad , y'know , us cowboys . my mama raised us to be real southern gentlemen . " 

a puff of air , disbelief , shifted the pollen in the wind . “ you think cotton-eye randy is fancy ?? jus’ means he’s got a moonshine problem , or a problem with his jim-dog , if you know what i mean , “ nate would have been well within his rights not to understand the crazed raving of an uprooted cowboy . striker could hardly talk — stephen waylon cannon junior was a name far from fiction , something that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a church guest book , and yet throats would be wrung if he ever heard such a title spoken allowed . striker would do nicely . both palms shoved against the worn , warped wood of the barn . inside , a soft brown heifer sat amongst the hay , and striker clicked his tongue against his teeth in a soft greeting . “ no milkin’ or chasin’ , city boy . i swear it . jus’ wanted to introduce the two of you . she calms me down , thought she could do wonders soothin’ your worries . “ 

"i mean, my eldest brother, brian, was, like, fifteen when i was born," he calculated the age difference in his head, nate was prone to forget the exact number of years between him and each of his four siblings. "so, i actually didn't spend as much time with him as i spent with my other brother, jamie. james is only eight years apart from me. so, he was just old enough to have some authority over me, but just young enough that i wanted to do everything he was doing. i think it was a relief for him when he moved out of the house by the time i turned eleven. then there's heather, she's five years older than me. she was forced to drive me to middle school once she got her license, and babysat every time my parents had date night. but, those duties were passed down to me with my youngest sister, beth. she's only three years younger than me. she used to look up to me with these little stars in her eyes, and now the kid's more successful than me, if you can believe it." nate could rant on and on about his family. he loved them a lot, and they were a huge part of why he was the way that he was: his car was a shitty hand-me-down from his brother brian; he'd bought his first comic book on a trip to the video store with jamie and heather; and he used to screen horror movies with beth scaring her so bad he'd end up sleeping on her floor to keep her company lest the monsters show up. god, he couldn't wait to get home to his large, lovable family.

"the wild pony? i've been a couple of times, but always felt out of place. i don't have the cowboy boots or hat yet to fit in with the regular crowd," he bit down on the inside of his cheek. sometimes he would go to the wild pony for shows from bands he followed, but on regular nights he tended to stay at home. bars weren't quite his scene. "the next time i'm there, i'll ask for froggy and let him know his brother sent me. or, will that get you in a boatload of trouble?" nate had probably seen the other cannon brother without recognizing who it was. froggy might have even been the guy who sprayed ketchup on his collector's shirt a while back.

"please tell me there will be no milking of bertha? or, chasing of chickens?" nate felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of touching an udder. they looked like alien tentacles, and there was no way he would be touching one with a six foot pole. he scratched a spot on his arm which was starting to welt from the pollen of the tall grass. "if you think my name is fancy, you should tell that to cotton-eye randy, or robert, or whatever it was. i think that's a helluva lot fancier than 'nathan anthony hackett.'" nate shut up when striker suggested a run back to main street. he could brave a cow if it meant he wouldn't have to brave the desert as the afternoon sun fell and temperatures dropped dramatically.

[jadcnlapointe]

🍩 (jasper) 💥 (sparrow) 🕷️ (ender)

───  ANSWERED   !

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

"hot chocolates. i have one at least every day. jamil makes the best ones, but i think i have a pretty good recipe at home too. they're just my favorite things. mornings, evenings... with cream, marshmallows. they're just the best."

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

"are you kidding me? every fucking emotion that exists. but you know the one i really have a vendetta against? love. that bullshit is crazy. it fucks with your head and makes you think you've lost your mind. maybe i did, maybe i have—if i never love again, it's too damn soon."

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

"my biggest fear is becoming my dad. i already look like him, an' i don't need that anger in my blood that he gave me gettin' any damn stronger. i see him every damn day of my life. the second i start yellin' or laying my hands on a woman is the day i throw myself in the thames with concrete 'round my ankles. and raccoons. those things give me the willies."

[bwingus]

Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

[infiinitys]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 long and hard about it, theo found herself taking a second look at the male -- with his familiar sly smile and unmistakable twang. how had she possibly missed it ? at times, she joked that she could make out his voice, or the sound of his gait from a mile away. when he confirmed her suspicions, she couldn't help but sigh... so, she was speaking to the brother of the man she was currently sleeping with -- one of the very few who had found himself taking residence in her bed more than once. more so than she cared to admit. ❝ well shite -- how many of you lads are there ? gotta know how many of you lot i have'ta keep my eye out for. ❞ the joke was punctuated by a light nudge to the arm. there was something about being around a cannon that somehow managed to put her both at ease and on edge. with theo and striker, damaged had found equally as damaged, with no intention of putting their pieces back together. instead, it seemed, that they both found solace in embracing them. ❝ erm -- i'm acquainted with striker. ❞ she pauses, hoping that she gives the other no signs of deception, but wonders if she's had any success. he would likely give her the answer with his next words. considering she was drunk, she believed in herself very little. ❝ either my managers aren't tellin' me things or the lot of ya have managed to act like perfect gentleman in my presence. if i was there.. ❞ she raises another drag, looking out to the night sky before her gaze returned to the second cannon she had stumbled upon. ❝ y'would know from the swift kick in the arse, and i've been told i have'a mean right leg. keep that in mind, yeah ? ❞

it was easy to pick a cannon out of the crowd . they didn’t exactly fit into the mould of a typical londoner . they never exactly chose to move across the pond to a bustling town to immerse themselves in culture . it was just easier to fly under the radar or so they thought . the fact that it doesn’t take much for theo to guess correctly proves the point that they stick out like sore thumbs . “ a cannon , yeah . “ a namesake he’ll never be able to shake . “ good guess . which one of them other two idiots is blabbering out their name ?? “ it has to be striker . he’s never known him to shut up when he should . henric has a brighter bulb in the shed . froggy pulls another puff from his cigarette , watching the billow of smoke blot out the moon . “ i never said you aint able to handle it . you seem tough to me , but what’s the deal ?? how come none of us are on there ?? “ she has to know about the stolen pours of booze , the barfights , striker’s bathroom rendezvous . she doesn’t seem oblivious .

[elijahfm]

location: the wild pony or planet 7 ! availability: closed, @strikercannon​

the storm had dragged elijah into a bad mood and he hadn’t been able to crawl out of it even after he returned to work—don’t get him wrong, he loved his parents more than anyone in this world, but being stuck inside his home for days with two elderly people that wouldn’t stop nagging him and prying into his personal life wasn’t fun. and that’s the excuse he uses to slip into the bar while parting ways with his co-workers. he did need some cheering up, after all. he’s a known face around and it’s shown in the way he nods his head multiple times in different directions as he makes his way towards an empty spot, coming across yet another familiar figure there. his hand slaps the back of striker’s shoulder as he joins him. “stayin’ out of trouble, cannon?” eli questions, raising a brow. “nah, wait, wait. i think i already know the answer to that.” a chuckle follows his words. “you just let me know before you do anythin’ stupid so i can pretend i wasn’t even here, alright?”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Do you have any proposal headcannons for the gem couples? I mean if there going to have babies in the future they should propose right?

((That's true. Since their are so many babies now, that has to be cannon now. I might have something for the gem couples. <3))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

~Proposal headcannons for the gem couples~

~Quincy and Alucard proposal headcannons~

*From the few dates to the getting used to one another, Quincy was unsure on how to propose to the vampire. He wanted to make sure things were perfect for them which resulted in the many dates.

*He would leave gifts around his home when spending time with one another for company. He's even treated him to a small picnic in the forest near the estate mansion. Alucard was happy finding it sweet he did this but only fell for his kindness even more.

*The others were trying to convince the other to just ask for his hand. He's learned a lot of Alucard and only wishes to see him happy, even if he won't show it So, he has help with trying to propose to him.

*He takes him on a secret place from everything but a wide view was seen around of a pretty location. Trees were seen all around but Quincy shows him a small place for them to sit.

*Alucard would be finding it pretty, wondering what the whole reason was for this special night is. He then hears Quincy telling him of he many dates they been on, even remembering the first day they met. Though, he wished that the Yokai didn't tamper with the tea but it did bring them closer together.

*He started explaining the moments he enjoyed even if he seems always tried. Alucard didn't mind it but he was about to wonder what was wrong when seeing Topper show up with a little box in his little paws. This confuses the vampire to take it and showing the ring.

*Quincy takes it and proposes to him, hoping he would be his forever. For his answer, Alucard was crying but he did say yes.

~Davion and Edmond proposal headcannons~

*The dragon knight was nervous when wanting to propose to Edmond. Even for him he was scared that he might say no or is going too fast. He's known for over worrying. That's why Edmond would always help calm him.

*The dating got them closer together that they are now more as one even as knights. They would still train form time to time but he was thinking of a way to propose to him.

*Everyone gave tips and pointers for the dragon cursed knight since he wanted this to go right. That or not freak out when he could. He wished this would work but only wants Edmond happy.

*During the time of Edmond's training, he would happily think of ways for the proposal which has him feeling flustered around him. That leads to leaving notes for Edmond.

*One day, he takes him somewhere for a private training session together so they were battling together for a challenge. He said if Edmond won, he would be rewarded. Of course he accepted it as they were dueling one another.

*After a bit, the duel was done to show Edmond he winner leaving Davion on the ground. He didn't mind he lost but looks to see Edmond wondering of his prize. It was him blushing to get one one knee and takes out a blue gem colored box.

*Edmond was shocked covering his mouth but sees a ring as Davion asked for his hand in marriage. The knight of course said yes while smiling and crying.

~Striker and Yakumo proposal headcannons~

*Striker and Yakumo have gotten close and has become a happy couple over the hours of dating and being happy. Though, the other wishes for them to remain this way.

*It leads to Yakumo remaining by Striker's side no matter what. Seeing he was happy as Striker would do the same thing for him. Over time, now Yaku wants to have Striker forever. That resulted in marriage.

*Because he didn't wanna mess this up, he asked the others for help so he can know what to do and not to do. All they tell him was be himself and show how much you love Striker.

*That begins with Yakumo studying up on how proposing will be. he wishes for this to be perfect for the two that he was now getting more advice and help.

*Striker would seeing Yakumo busy but he respects that since he was busy himself but didn't know this was a surprise for him in the end. The idea of proposing to him took about a month to make sure everything was ready.

*He would have Striker sitting down in the living room while they were watching the night sky together wrapped up in a blanket. He was just cuddling/nuzzling his imp demon's cheek saying how much he loves him.

*Of course Striker loves him back but it makes him see that he was thinking about something when he just accidentally reveals he wanted to ask for his hand to marriage. This shocks the Imp to see the others sigh since Yakumo begins crying thinking he ruined the special moment. To his surprise; he didn't. Striker finds it adorable but said yes to him. Even trying to clean the tears off his cheeks happily since he was crying too.

~Blade and Chuya proposal headcannon~

*Knowing these two, they were already closer than they thought. With Chuya spoiling him and Blade doing the same, it seems they were already like a married couple.

*With this in mind, Blade did hear about proposing to another so why not do it for Chuya. Right away, he went to work on finding the best way to propose to him. He got help from the others yes but he did do most of the thinking.

*He was always excited with the thought of asking for Chuya's hand of wanting his darling to be with him. For now, they were always hanging out with him keeping this a surprise.

*During the weeks, the even of proposal was hidden but it leaves Chuya wondering what was up. He keeps it hidden just in case still finding him cute.

*When everything was done, he was making a home cooked meal for Chuya while having a special gift for him. The other smiles finding him adorable but it leaves the other thinking what this was. That's when he was given something of his favorite food to eat.

*While Chuya was eating, he enjoyed the plate smiling till he saw something on his fork. He looks down seeing a ring there. This made him blink but looks to Blade then back to the ring. He did this a couple times before his face goes deep red.

*He shouts out surprise but asked for chuya's hand in marriage. He didn't say anything but he screams out from his shock because of it. Though, after calming down, he did say yes.

~Trevor and Olivine proposal headcannon~

*Trevor wanted this moment to be special between them so he figures some ways of asking for Olivine's hand. That got him working non stop trying to make this work.

*He kept this hidden from him to be sure it was a good memory to remember. He got help from some others in the estate to be sure things go smoothly.

*He got all the needed things for this that leaves him smiling. He wanted Olivine to know he means the world to him and wishes to prove that even more when he gives his surprise.

*During that time, he got the ring but was thinking on how to ask for his hand. He got some ideas but he wanted to think of one himself. So, he tries other ways. One day, he got to speak with Olivine alone near the church since he was curious to what was wrong.

*He then takes him to a special place to be alone with him but shows a cute little basket in front of them. This confuses the priest but that's when Trevor sees him walk over to open it. He sees some flowers inside with a hand written love letter for him. He reads it with a smile finding it cute.

*While he was reading it, Trevor was taking out the ring while getting on his knee waiting for him to read the final part that told him to turn around.

*Once he did, he saw Trevor on one knee showing the box to him. It was the ring that leaves Olivine blushing in shock covering his mouth. He wasn't expecting him to ask for his hand that leaves him crying that worries Trevor. However, they were happy tears to say yes wanting to marry him.

~Garu and Ren proposal headcannon~

*After dating Garu/Karu for a good while, Ren wanted to ask for his hand. The dates were fun even with what happened so far. He already enjoys his company.

*For a while, he got to know more about Garu and hopes to show he loved him no matter what. Same with his other personality. He did enjoy Karu since he was pretty sweet when he's grumpy.

*That's when Ren begins planning to ask for him to marry him. He's gotten closer to him that they have bounded even more now. He already had plans on asking for his hand to marry him. Things were kept in secret.

*He's got the ring for him but made sure it was customized just like the others rings of the gem lovers. Ren even had a spot for them to be together like on a personal date. Garu was happy to accept and the same for Kuya even if he didn't want others around during this special moment together with him.

*During the date, he would dress fancy for this moment but keep it a surprise for his soon to be husband. He spoils him with treats and tasty things for them to share together that they were even dancing together hand in hand.

*True, Karu came out still showing his same expression but he was happy to be with Ren after getting used to him for some time. As the two dance, Ren dips him but held him close having him look to the sky with fireworks. The other got confused to see something spelled out that said, "Garu/Kuya: will you marry me?" Of course this shocks him that he was blushing a bright red but smiles nodding his head yes. He already had the ring in his hand happily kissing him for his answer.

~Kuya and Shinryu proposal headcannon~

*After the close encounter to them being together, Kuya decided it was time for the next level: Asking his puppy to marry him. He wanted this to be special so under the last few weeks he's been preparing.

*Shinryu had no idea about this during the time and it would make this even better. He would happily get presents for his puppy with out him knowing. Even getting some of the others to be sure he wouldn't notice.

*During that time, he was still panning but had the perfect ring for his puppy. He even got a cute choker for him that was a purple and black gemstone to hang in front. He wanted him to be known he'll always be there in his heart.

*After days of planning to weeks, it was time for the Yokai to propose. He got Shin to the back yard of the estate, seeing everyone watching from inside the house. He has him relaxed as he looks out happily. Even hugging his arm. It was like a private date between them. Using the illusions to have a small little show of the day they met to the happiness he brought him.

*Shinryu was happy to have met him too and wouldn't trade it for anything. He only nuzzles close to his Yokai that Kuya smiled kissing the top of his head when using his tail to have something resting on top. Shin blinks wondering what it was when seeing him take it and expressed how happy his puppy made him. Now he wanted him to be with him for life.

*He made the illusion of him and Kuya getting married while standing in front of a flower tree with petals raining down above while holding each other's hand. Shinryu blushes at the vision then looks to see him holding a ring. He asked for his hand leaving his puppy crying for joy. He right away says yes to leave them kissing after the ring was placed on his finger.

[strikercannon-archive]

ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ : ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ  .

i wanna be great like elvis without the tassels , hire eight bodyguards that love to beat up assholes , sign a couple autographs so i can eat my meals for free . i'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion , get a front door key to the playboy mansion , gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me .  i’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame , i'd even cut my hair and change my name . i'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors , gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser . get washed-up singers writing all my songs , lip sync 'em every night so i don't get 'em wrong .

( @rocketfm )

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Stephen Cannon Jr.

Reason for name: Stephen is his father’s name and, unluckily for Striker, the family name was passed down to their first born son.

Nickname(s): Striker, Strikes, Cannon

Date of Birth: 22nd April, 1982

Age: 40

Gender + Pronouns: Male + He/Him

Place of Birth: Clarksville, Tennessee 

Parents: Georgia Marie Cannon (née O’Reilly) + Stephen Ray Cannon

Siblings: Two younger brothers, upcoming WC.

Relationship with family (Close? Estranged?): The most estranged you can get. His mother left the boys when Striker was ten years old in the incapable hands of their father, which only led to a barrage of bad treatment and abuse. As soon as he was old enough to fend for himself he left the family trailer, too, and has been riding solo ever since. Contrarily, though, he is extremely close to his siblings, and would do anything for them.

Pets: N/A, although he does seem to have a penchant for the bulls at the ranch.

PHYSICAL 

Height: 6’1”

Build: Slim, lean.

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White

Distinguishing Facial Features: Dark, heavy-rimmed eyes, stubble, dimples.

Hair Color: Dark brown (grey underneath - don’t tell anybody!)

Usual Hair Style: Slicked at the sides, gelled into a messy quiff.

Complexion: Often blemished from cuts or scrapes, earned through the total disregard he has for his body.

Disabilities: N/A

What do they consider their best feature?: I don’t think you want to know the answer to this question.

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Striker has been injured so many times that he can’t quite recall which was the ‘worst’. They were all the worst in different ways — being hit by his father was traumatic emotionally, however he’d have to list one of the bull encounters as the worst physical hits of his wrangling career.

APPEARANCE

Favorite outfit: Red plaid shirt, blue jeans and either tattered converse or tan cowboy boots. Sometimes his shirt might be unbuttoned to reveal a worn graphic t-shirt.

Glasses? Contacts?: Striker needs glasses, although refuses to wear them. 

Personal Hygiene: It’s best not to ask. Let’s just say there’s a certain musk that Striker brings with him when he enters a room.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No piercings or jewelry, however he has multiple tattoos over his hands, arms and torso. Most of them are illegible as his skin has aged and stretched, or where ink has fallen from his skin. None of them have been done professionally. 

What does their voice sound like?: Husky & deep.

Style of speech: Often slurred, due to intoxication or concussions.

Accent?: A rather unique deep-South drawl.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Over-exaggerated expressions & gestures, nail-biting.

Left handed or right?: Left

Do they work out/exercise?: If you count trying to play buckaroo with a donkey, then yes. Striker doesn’t ‘conventionally’ work out, though, and doesn’t have a gym membership.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT 

Known languages: English

Zodiac: Taurus

Gifts/Talents: Striker can drink anybody under the table, and is like Dr Doolittle when it comes to speaking to animals, or at least trying to get them from one place to another. It helps when it comes to his profession, where the majority of his day is spent redirecting livestock beneath a blazing sun. 

Religious Stance: Atheist

Political Stance: Left-leaning - he doesn’t watch television nor engage with social media, so is wildly unaware of any affairs happening outside of Roswell. 

Pet peeves: Diligent safety precautions.

Optimist or Pessimist: Pessimist 

Extrovert or Introvert: Extrovert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: When looking for a mate, Striker needs somebody that can balance him out. He’s impulsive, dangerous, like a whirlwind, and so he needs somebody who is the opposite to keep him tethered to reality. In return, he could be the one to show them how to live their lives a little closer to the edge.

Ever been in love?: Yes

What’s their love language?: Physical touch, and Striker shows love through acts of service/protection. 

Most important person in their life?: His brothers.

Level of education: High school level, barely.

Profession: Ranch Hand at Puhlman’s Ranch

Past occupations: Small-time drug dealer, petty criminal, gas station clerk, employee at Fornax Hardware.

Dream occupation: To get paid for doing absolutely nothing. 

Passions: Dangerous animals, whiskey.

Attitude towards current job: It does the job, in the way that he can afford essentials and a hot meal at the end of a long day. Of course, Striker would much rather be doing nothing, but if he has to spend his time working himself to the bone he would pick the ranch over anywhere else. 

Spender or Saver? Why?: He doesn’t have enough money to save it, so the cash is often spent the same day (or night)  he earns it.

Which is more important - money or doing something they love?: Doing something he loves, that’s why he’s very rarely present at work. There’s nobody else willing to throw themselves, quite literally, into the ring, and so the ranch owners can’t feasibly fire him.

SECRETS:

Phobias: His father, rats. 

Life goals: To make a life for himself that he enjoys, away from the pressures of society or the trauma his father left him with.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to them: Hooking up with some of the less-favorable Wild Pony patrons after having one too many to drink. 

Something they’ve never told anyone: Striker has never confided in anybody about his real name outside of his family. It’s his biggest embarrassment but, although he knows he has the power to change it, there’s always an excuse or a reason for why he hasn’t yet. Often it’s lack of money, or at least he claims that’s the reason, but perhaps he doesn’t want to get rid of it, not really.

Biggest regret: Not standing up for himself, or his brothers, sooner than he did. Striker moved away when he was seventeen, but he wishes every day that he grabbed their belongings and dragged his brothers out of that trailer the second he was old enough to walk on his own two feet. 

Police/Criminal/Legal Record: Messy, and as long as a grocery receipt. Striker has spent many an evening in the Sheriff’s department for drunk and disorderly behavior, trespassing and public indecency, to name a few crimes beneath his belt.

Vices: Drinking to excess, indirect bodily harm.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Bull riding, drinking, illegal shenanigans. 

Favorite color: Red

Favorite smell: Freshly mown grass, motor oil, whiskey. 

Favorite food: Anything greasy.

Favorite book: Striker doesn’t read - I’m not sure he’s ever actually indulged in a book. 

Favorite movie: Big Trouble in Little China

Favorite song: I walk the line - Johnny Cash

Coffee or tea?: Coffee

Favorite type of weather: Warm humidity - it’s best for the animals.

Most prized possession: A horseshoe necklace, left behind by his mother. It’s all Striker has of her now.

Most used word or phrase?: “Yeehaw.”

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Honestly, I am a HUGE crackshipper and when I started looking more into this new character that just recently appeared in the new Helluva Boss episode I knew that he was going to become fandom's new beloved villain. I just didn't expect for a crackship to already appear. Am i surprised? Yes. Pleasantly? HELL YEAH! A cowboy snake and a demon princess. Who would've thought ~ ❤ (their ship name is Royal Assassin, this can't get any better) P.S. I LOVED your little fanfic, you're really talented and you were able to keep them in character (I don't think they were OOC at all!), but I'm curious. In the future, will you be able to bless us with some headcannons or even a backstory about how they met each other? I just got on board with this ship and I was really hoping I'll be able to see you write more about them.

I am SO sorry it took so long to answer this. Life has not been very slow ride for me so I haven’t had much time to answer stuff or even do much besides reblog and run... But I didn’t forget ya!

First off, I love your icon! Eclipsa is the best. SvTFoE was a good cartoon. I wish the ending episodes were a bit less rushed, but I still enjoyed it.

Second, awww I’m glad you liked my little royal assassin piece 🥰 I wasn’t expecting people to like it as much as they have been honestly 😁 but I’m sure glad others do.

Third, I would love giving some backstory and head cannons for these two! I’m working on trying to write something for how they met actually. A little mini piece for fun.

Fourth, I certainly don’t mind sharing a few head cannons with you here!

Striker often unconsciously wraps his tail around Charlie in his sleep and just when they’re together. It’s a protective thing.

Lucifer is NOT happy his daughter is dating an Imp. He’d rather she date a sinner or even one of the overlords than an Imp. Especially considering how Charlie and Striker met... (Will explain that later)

Lilith doesn’t mind as much and of course just wants to support Charlie and thinks Striker is adorable, even if she doesn’t like how they met and has threatened to take off Strikers head and other parts if he ends up making Charlie cry or worse.

Charlie is very much still a V-Card holder. Striker is not. She gets all blushes and flustered by Angel asking about their sex-life (or lack there of) and when they do finally do the deed, Angel demands details and is so damn proud of her lol

The first purge Striker experiences - since he’s from a ring where the purge doesn’t occur - he stays with Charlie to comfort her since she’s so upset by it.

He plays up the charming cowboy for the most part. Well mannered to the others and what not. But he can still be a manly asshole when he goes out with Alastor or Angel to get a little fun

Striker is bound to a punishment that has him stuck to Charlie or whomever she seems appropriate to take care of Striker. That’s mostly Alastor or even Vaggie. They can pawn him off to whomever they want as well

Vaggie and Striker don’t vibe. Vaggie does not trust or like Striker at all. He doesn’t much care for her so he mostly ignores her. Sometimes - when he’s feeling dickish - he’ll do something to make her mad for shits and giggles.

Him and Al have a deal when they’re together. He kills for Al and they keep it from Charlie. Or at least they try to lol

Striker doesn’t mind Angel’s flirting. He’ll flirt back or just chuckle at him.

Husk and Striker get along well. They have drinking contests.

Nifty wants to steal Striker from Charlie. She sniffs his clothes when he leaves them out for her to clean during laundry day. She’s stolen a few of his clothing items too.

Cherri Bomb and Striker like to shoot cans and practice together. She teaches him how to make bombs.

Striker doesn’t like Seviathan von Eldritch and is a little jealous when the guy comes around and unashamedly flirts with Charlie, knowing they dated in the past.

Striker still doesn’t like upper class demons. He thinks they’re just pompous assholes. Charlie and even Lilith are his only acceptance to the rule, but it took him awhile to even get to that feeling towards them. He still wants to take out the celestial demons and higher ups.

Charlie will sleep in Strikers shirts/likes to wear them. He loves when she does

Charlie plays with Strikers tail and giggles when it rattles, thinking it cute. If she’s drunk, she’s worse and acts like a kid with it.

Charlie being with an Imp causes a huge scandal around Hell. Even if Hell and it’s citizens don’t respect the Magne family, she’s still a high class and powerful demon going around with an Imp

Charlie calls striker “Rattle Dragon” out of affection and a little teasingly. He calls her “Princess” a lot, originally in mocking but then with affection. “Firecracker when she’s angry, and “My Hell Angel” when she’s doing her kind deeds or standing up for Imps and such.

Me and my friend @chocolatemicenwhiskey​ each have our own head cannons separately from one another, but we like to play around and have fun with them. One thing we both like is that his mother is a Wrath Imp - who we named Mary Beth. She’s your stereotypical southern mama. Charlie likes her a lot. Mary Beth thinks Charlie is too skinny and tries to over feed her.

I will be posting another piece in the future hopefully soon!