#6'4 tall man and with some muscle

[miss-dollette]

Simon "Ghost" Riley is a very big boy.

So, my husband is quite a tall guy (6'4"), so I have first-hand experience of what it's like to be in a totally different atmosphere with a lover. Since Ghost is such a huge guy, I decided to write some little headcanons of what it's like to be so much smaller than him.

Anyway, who else is putting serious overtime at work for Christmas??

TW: Unedited, a little spicy, size kink.

Big boy.

Very, very, VERY big boy.

Big boy, in every way possible.

Requires half an hour of foreplay before getting to the main course. Sometimes, even that's not enough.

Hands so large they could practically wrap around the back of your skull. He'd grabs you there, sometimes, and move your head to face him as he thrusts.

His fingertips can touch the tips of each other when he wraps his fingers around your throat.

Silver scars and sores from war litter his hands, and they're calloused like hell, too. Don't worry, he'll touch you so softly you won't even notice.

His whole hand covers the entire valley of your ass and upper thigh. God forbid he uses his full strength to slap your ass 'cause you won't be surviving.

Muscular but with a layer of fat. This man doesn't miss a meal, and theirs definitely no leftovers for the next day.

Works out like a bull. Before the sun even rises, he's in the backyard, lifting 50 pound/23 kilo dumbells over and over until he's practically dead. Then comes the mini marathon he does every day. By the time you make breakfast, he's already finished his Olympic level workout routine.

Playfully flexes for you when you compliment him.

He can definitely do this to you:

He loves holding both of your hands in his palm.

Veiny forearms that are to drool for. Ugh, seeing him with rolled up sleeves...

Doesn't fit in the shower. Has to lean down to wash his hair because he's practically touching the ceiling.

Has back pain. He will lay on the floor and tell you to walk on his back to soothe his sore muscles.

Would be arrested for attempted murder if he ever tried to do a trust fall with you.

[oceantornadoo]

Please I just want to say I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK HUHBBDEUBYUVTYVTUOVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you could come up with anything more on the Simon Riley Cut-bulk-the-bird-said-she-liked-me-big-thing I will be your servant forever.

tw: body talk (i headcanon simon as someone who shops in the big & tall section so i think his clothes would fit the body type of every reader. if you shop in that same section, imagine him being MORE bigger and taller than you. mans is 6'4 fr)

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(a few months later)

simon almost ripped the shirt off his body in frustration. another piece of clothing he had outgrown. he added it to the pile of clothes that he couldn't fit anymore. sleeves too tight, stomach pushing out the fabric. sure he was still in shape, could pass the military physical easily, but he was no longer the lean 22-year-old he once was, muscles now hidden under layers of fat. and he hated it.

there was a knock at the door. still a little pissed off, he opened it with more force than necessary, grunting out "what." before even looking down at who knocked. just his luck, it was you, the one person he tried to be nice to.

"what's got you so grumpy?" you smiled up at him, all sugar and spice. you loved simon's growls, the social anxiety and introvertedness he hid under irritation. it just made it more valuable whenever he laughed at one of your god-awful puns or let you lay on his shoulder. you were never second-guessing if he liked you, mostly because he hated everyone else.

"sorry, didn't see it was you. was jus' doing some spring cleaning." you laughed, a tinkling sound that transitioned into a snort. he loved your insane laughter, a real sound of joy. you peered around his large torso and spotted the pile of clothes on his bed. "doing a big donation, simon?" it was always a punch to the gut to hear his name come out of your mouth, laced with sarcasm and cheek. ever since he told you you could say it in private with him a month ago, you never stopped using it. "somethin' like that. clothes piss me off." you huffed, pushing past him easily as he let you into his room. he closed the door behind you, trying to calm his heart rate as he saw you, here, in his space. like you were his too.

"what did the poor fabric do to you?" you sorted through the clothes, seeing nothing wrong with most. they were all practical clothes, but none had noticeable holes or wear. he mumbled something, too low for you to catch it. "say that again?" he scratched his head and looked away, almost meek. "said they don't fit." ah, there was the problem. "that's okay. just means your muscles are too big." you tried to give a compliment, anything to get rid of the storms in his eyes. "nah. 've gotten fat." you put the shirt you were holding down with force, stomping over to where he had now taken a seat at his spare chair. you stepped between his legs, which opened easily for you. you gripped his chin and turned it towards you, forcing eye contact. "so what? just means you've been eating well, simon. nothing wrong with that."

he looked down, almost reminding you of a kicked puppy. "you don't care?" you weren't dating, yet, but you two had some sort of a romantic understanding. some acknowledgement of there being more, an exclusive connection between you two. "no. i like my men big. like when you can throw me around." he barked out a laugh, surprised at your admission. you smiled back, satisfied. getting a laugh out of him was 80% of the battle. "and these clothes are still good for something." his eyes were on you again, questioning.

you walked back to the bed, full of confidence now. turning to face him, you slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt, untucking it from your tactical pants. he wasn't wearing his mask, so you could see his mouth physically drop at the action. ever so slowly, you raised your arms, bringing your shirt with you. you tossed the shirt aside, standing in front of him with only your bra and pants on. his eyes were dark with desire and he made a move to stand up, but you commanded him with a sharp "sit." like a loyal guard dog, he lowered himself back into his chair, complete captivated.

turning back to the bed, you grabbed one of his outgrown sweatshirts and put it on. it smelled like him, that masculine scent tinged with the cologne he sometimes wore. "see?" you gestured to the sweatshirt, too big on you. "you just gave me a bunch of free clothes." he grunted, still fixated on the sweatshirt. his lack of response made you nervous. "what?" you asked. "give us a spin." you spun slowly, trying not to smile too much. god, the things this man does to you.

"'like seeing my last name on you."

now whose jaw was dropping?

[c0la-queen]

Tord Headcanons | The Stoic One

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Let's start with his physical appearance!

My Tord has pale skin, since he is from Norway and doesn't get a lot of sun.

His hair is naturally that dark brown color that we see in Classic, but he dyes it the caramel brown color from Legacy- though, sometimes he can be seen with dark brown roots when he needs to touch up the dye.

My Tord has silver eyes, and I often describe them as piercing or being able to see through people. I think his eyes are one of the most unnerving parts of Tord, and makes people uncomfortable.

No facial hair- he shaves it if it starts to get stubbly.

Tord is the second tallest in my timeline, standing at 6'4 (I like my boys inhumanely tall). Edd is the only one taller than him and it pisses Tord off to no end.

I like to think Tord has the most athletic build of the group, being the military oriented one. He's not skinny and he doesn't have painfully unnatural muscles like you'd see in magazines. Think more along the lines of Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan. (Also has the juiciest man tiddies) Tord would alternate between going to the gym in the morning and going on morning runs through the neighborhood. He runs more often during the winter, since he's always thrived in cold weather. If Reader also liked working out or was interested in starting, he'd gladly let them join him. I think he'd even teach them self defense if they asked.

Because I think Tord would have some connection to his cultural roots, my Tord has a small tattoo of Yggdrasil on his collarbone, and an even smaller protection rune on one of his wrists. He has a piercing hole in one of his ears that he sometimes wears a simple black stud in; he got it pierced during his emo phase in high school.

Family life:

Tord is an older brother is one younger sister. He practically raised her until he moved out.

His dad was Red Leader before him and put him through intense training. Turned him into a child soldier. Resents his dad for it all.

Only time he ever argued with his dad is when he tried to give his sister the same training- Tord refused to let him.

Worst thing his dad ever did was make Tord do wilderness survival for 3 nights in a Norwegian forest. He was 12.

A Eurasian Lynx managed to find him, but he got away with only claw marks on his back. He's still got the scars.

He doesn't hate his mother, but he's not particularly close with her. Because his training started from such a young age, he spent most of his childhood around his father and other high ranking soldiers.

Cares a lot about his little sister and travels home to see her once or twice a year.

Now, personality:

My Tord is very apathetic sometimes, but mainly is just kind of calm and chill.

He likes to say that he'd rather be with his machines and inventions than other humans, but that's a bullshit lie and he's just being dramatic

Prefers being quiet, doesn't say a lot unless its under specific circumstances or he has commentary to give. He enjoys listening to Reader ramble endlessly, or just have her in his arms while he silently does some task.

He switched from cigarettes to vapes after a while, since its better than smoking and has more flavors available.

Likes energy drinks more than coffee, enjoys the variety they offer.

Actually pretty good at cooking, he'd cook for himself and his sister when his parents were busy with work.

Way smarter than he looks. If he had to take the ACT, he'd probably get a nearly perfect score.

A STEM girlie. He uses the garage as his workshop and spends most of the day there (not counting weekends).

Absolutely has a motorcycle in the garage. He rides it if he's having a low day and needs to get away. Has a special route that takes him the long way through the city before ending up at the cliff overlooking the neighborhood (the one we see in The End). Takes Reader on that route to cheer her up or clear her head. One time they fell asleep on the cliff and woke up to several calls from Edd, Tom, and Matt, who were all scared shitless.

Never gets cold. If someone comments on it, he says its "nothing compared to Norwegian cold." (The others are all tired of hearing that and roll their eyes)

Despite this, he's not dumb. He knows how to stay warm and how important it is. Will scold Reader for not wearing enough layers.

His music taste is so mixed up and wild that nobody can give it a name.

Probably reads the most out of the four, will never tell you what he's reading.

Gets angry about historical inaccuracies.

Not allowed to play Trivial Pursuit because he knows a bunch of random facts.

"Kill yourself." "This is why we can't have nice things."

Likes Super Smash Brothers and can create ass kicking combos for any character in a couple of rounds.

He works as a mechanical/chemical engineer. Works independently by taking commissions for blueprints and fixing machines for people. He mostly works at home in the garage but very rarely has to go to another location. He prefers to have the client talk to him over the phone or meet him.

Likes Liquid Death Mountain Water.

Smokes cigars occasionally, usually on special events.

Smells like smoky wood and vanilla.

Does some art every so often, but not as often as Edd.

Vibes/Aesthetic:

Red LED lights as the only light source

Night so late the entire house is silent

Sneaking out of the house to get candy and drinks at the gas station

Sleep Token playing on the drive

Anime on his laptop

Making battery acid drinks together

Fucking instead of sleeping

Athletic shorts and hoodies

Thigh high socks

Late night drives

Vape clouds and suckers

Trying to stay quiet

Playlist (Based off my Own Spotify Playlist for Him):

Sleep Token

CORPSE

Hollywood Undead

Twenty One Pilots

Kanye West

Childish Gambino

Eminem

Glass Animals

Rob Zombie

[leggerefiore]

Can I request the villains' sizes? Maxie, Colress, Archie and whoever else you want to include

Presuming you mean height and not like. Something Else. If you did mean that, though, just send your ask in again lol

Character Heights and Body Type HCs

characters: Volo, Maxie, Archie, Colress, Lysandre, Guzma, Giovanni, Cyrus

⭐️ First of all, Volo has a canon height. The blond stands at a staggering 6'3" (190cm). It is clear he towers over most in Hisui, so perhaps the Arceus clan from which he descended is just full of tall people. (Seeing as Cynthia herself seems pretty tall as his descendant.) He likely enjoys the height for intimidation and whatever else it might bring. Though, interestingly, it puts him at the exact height of an average Garchomp. He seems like the type to enjoy a shorter partner, honestly, but it wouldn't be hard for him to find one. Body type wise… He's likely got some muscle on him. It is just something that happens to you by living in Hisui, alas. (And by hauling around that giant backpack of his.)

🌋 Maxie is… a bit on the slightly shorter side. It irritates him. He's likely around 5'7" (170cm) or 5'8" (173cm), and he hates it. His Crobat is taller than him. The only respite is that he is closer to the earth… He can actually usually forget his height. Tabitha is unusually tall, and Courtney is shorter than him. It's Archie that reminds him he's short. Not even by that much, but just enough to annoy him. Partner wise, he would prefer someone around his height, but he isn't too inclined one way or the other. He might just get a little more flustered if they are taller than him. As for his body type, he's a bit too thin at times, but typically finds himself back to normal after being forced to take a break from whatever his work is.

💧 Archie stands at 5'9" (175cm) or 5'10" (178cm). He doesn't think much about what height entails, though. Sure, he likes teasing Maxie about his height occasionally, but that's all in good fun. Their height difference isn't that extreme, after all. He definitely likes a partner that's a bit shorter than him, but he also isn't swayed away from someone his height or taller. His body type is muscular. All his swimming pays off because this guy is fit, and he knows it. One of the most smug feelings he's ever known is lifting up his partner with ease.

🛸 Colress is tall. He knows he is tall. Does it really matter to him? No. He is likely pulling a Volo and standing at 6'3" (190cm). The only way he might find use for his height is in making machines or finding out a height of pokemon for some reason. He also has no preferences for height on a partner. Though, he discovers this through him blind testing himself. Science man will always enjoy science, even in his boredom. Colress is pretty lanky. Though, he takes okay care of himself unless he's thrown himself into a big project.

☕️ Lysandre is tall as well. This man is towering over most people in Kalos. He stands around 6'4" (193cm), maybe skewing towards 6'5" (195cm). He knows he is tall and absolutely uses it to his advantage if he ever needs to. There is some pride in it, too, since he feels it makes him more regal and closer to his royal heritage. He definitely enjoys a shorter partner, but he would be hard-pressed to find someone taller than him anyway. (Well, apparently, Ghetsis is.) The Flare Boss is a bit buff, and it's not that much of a secret when looking at him. Not overly so, but there is clear muscle development on him.

💀 Guzma is like 5'7" (170cm). He might not be the tallest guy out there (and there may be some annoyance about that), but he believes his ability to intimidate comes from just more than towering over people. Though, he does hate having his height mocked by anyone outside of Team Skull. He doesn't really care too much to think about height for dating. He can see the appeal in a lot of things, so he's down as long as they are genuine with him. His body type is pretty muscular since he admittedly cares a little bit about how he looks. Plus, he doesn't want to fall that behind Kukui.

🚀 Giovanni is a short king. 5'5" (165cm) to 5'6" (167cm) at the tallest. Does he think about his height? Sure, he wears tailored suits, after all. Does he care? No. Why? Because height isn't the only way to intimidate someone, and he knows that very well. Comments about his height mostly go ignored unless they are belittling him. That is the one thing he won't stand for. He prefers a partner his height or shorter, and he's aware that's a bit hypocritical. Yet, he wouldn't look past a taller partner. The real way to attract him is power, after all. He's surprisingly buff for his age. Being able to defend himself is crucial in his line of work, and pokemon battles aren't the only fights one might themselves in. He spends a decent amount of time maintaining his physique.

🌌 Cyrus stands at 5'11" (180cm). He rarely thinks too much about it. Sure, he's quite a bit taller than the average Sinnohan height, but when the champion of the region stands a head taller than him, he doesn't really think he's that much of an oddity. No one really remarks on his height since his harsh glare already frightens off most people. For a partner? Well, he doesn't think about romance, so he likely just ends up with whoever seems the most likely to put up with him and work with him. (Though, there actually might be a bit of frustration with a taller partner. Something something, inferiority issues, something something.) He is surprisingly buff. No one knows how he does it. In his uniform and by the definition of his face, he almost seems malnourished, but the second he's down to his undershirt, his true form is revealed. He does work out, just a bit. Maintaining a healthy body is a requirement for perfection, he thinks.

Based off these images with some own hcs tossed in:

[windyatticart]

TF idea: After physically transitioning, a trans man finally feels comfortable in his skin. But being 5'3" and skinny, he does somewhat wish he were taller and buffer in build, if only his genes would allow it. While visiting Japan he stops in an antique store and discovers an old Noh mask in the shape of a fox, and it speaks to him on a spiritual level. He buys it and brings it home, and cleans it up. He keeps it on a shelf and dreams of it every night. It seems to whisper to him in his mind.

Finally he decides to try it on, and holds it up to his face. His breath comes into contact with the ancient kitsune spirit imprisoned within the mask, and gives it the strength it needs to come alive. "Finally, a new body!" it cries as ghostly ectoplasm shoots out of the mask in long tentacles that wrap around the young man and swallow him in a sticky, smothering goop.

It pours into all his holes, working through his lungs and digestive system and momentarily choking him. The mask liquifies and dissolves as the sticky ectoplasm merges with his small body and begins to grow it. "Bear with it," the mask coos in his mind as he's wracked with spasms of pain while his bones crack and lengthen. As the agonizing seconds pass by his body shoots up in height. His muscles thicken. His hair lengthens and his nails sharpen.

Finally, after an endless, agonizing minute, the transformation is complete, and as his vision swims back into focus the young man takes in his new appearance in his mirror. He's now at least 6'4", maybe taller, with a broad chest and shoulders and muscled thighs, though still slim in the waist. He's effortlessly toned and has an eight-pack, and a delicate happy trail below the navel leads down to a heavy cock that any man would be proud of. His eyes are bright gold, and above a thick, wavy mane of luxurious long, red hair he has two tall fox ears, pointed and twitching. His face is beautiful, masculine yet aristocratic. "There, now, isn't this much better?" the fox spirit coos in his mind, sultry and inviting, as the young man takes in his new appearance with a thrill. He has to admit, he looks like a dream. "Don't worry, we'll learn to share it."

Luckily, the fox spirit is mischievous yet friendly, a good-natured fellow who rarely shuts up, so sharing a body isn't TOO much of a downer for the young man. They make friends with each other, and form a marvelous working relationship after some trial and error.

[bitchin-beskar]

Inquiring minds would like to know: just what exactly is CollegeAthleteRoomate|Paz's build? It's obvious that he's built like a tank but how exactly? How tall is he? How much does he weigh? What's the shape of his torso (rectangular vs triangular)? I'm thinking that he's built something like this.

ok first off... wow what a pic 👁️🫦👁️ that is... that is a v nice picture and I swear I am looking disrespectfully

secondly, I'm glad you asked!!! so my personal face claim for this specific au is Jason Momoa in his Baywatch era, when he's 19-21. this is a college au where paz and bunny went straight to uni from high school, and they're currently seniors at uni, so they're roughly 21-22 in terms of age. so while paz isn't quite as built as he is in the mandalorian (bc he's still got some growin to do), he's definitely got some bulk.

on average (and yes, I did research this), hockey players (specifically goalies) are roughly 200 lbs and about 6'3" tall. rarely are goalies less than 190 and shorter than 5'11".

for paz, I'm thinking he's right around the 215-230 lbs range, and roughly 6'5". He's definitely on the taller side, but not the tallest hockey player ever. so on the physical side of things, paz is roughly the same size as current day jason momoa, (he's reportedly 6'4" and 214 lbs), however he doesn't physically look as old as jason momoa is right now.

this is roughly the age I picture for college!au!paz. he's definitely got the shortish hair and clean shaven look, at least how I'm visualizing in the story.

(this does not mean you cannot picture your own face claim!! absolutely feel free to do so! just know that when I describe paz, this is the image/vibe I'm going off of)

also, mans is built like a fucking dorito. he's got those broad fucking shoulders and that slutty little waist just like the good ole' cap. o' 'murica. he's absolutely solid as a fucking rock, a lot of his weight comes from muscle. however, it's much more the useful kind of muscle, not the showy stuff bodybuilders have. he may not have the most defined abs but mans can definitely deadlift like 600 lbs.

imma keep this sfw but lemme know if y'all want more info 👀

[bellehalla]

Do you think you could describe the appearances of our main soldiers? ( heishi, weald, etc.)

hello love!! omg i hope you're still around

AHH i adore the main soldiers so much! I try not to give too much description when it comes to my characters since I let readers interpret them from their personality and character in the story instead. But there had been some questions regarding their appearances (like Ilya, which @escapismnotfound illustrated!! check out their blog and art!!) so I guess it's time I give some of them some faces. Officially leaving MC as the only faceless one lmaoooo

And oh boy, this is ONE LENGTHY post. I enjoyed writing it <3

Ewald

nation: Mondstadt

height: 5'4

shortest one in the company. idk if you remember but in chapter 1, he had facial hair but had to shave it off around chapter 3 when the program officially started. he's short, stocky, and kinda looks like a human version of a pug. he grew out his black hair which is probably the same length as MC's which reaches their shoulders, but you won't really notice it since he always have it up as well. he has accentuated jowls and his cheeks kinda hang that make him look tough. i referenced him from one of the characters in Mulan, Yao! (same vibe too)

Jurgen

nation: Mondstadt

height: 6'1

the Dad of the group. Jurgen's another Mondstadtian. he's tall, has broad shoulders and beefy arms that make him seem like he gives great hugs (he does). he's soft-faced, and has high cheekbones. every time he smiles his cheeks get so round. also has brown eyes. same haircut as Huffman, but has caramel colored hair.

Heishi

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'4

he already has an impressive height, but his face tops it all. he's slim-faced with prominent cheekbones and straight nose, framed by his midnight blue curls. he's more lean than buff, but he's trying to pack up some muscles. if it weren't for his military uniform, it's easy to see him as another man from a prominent family. his ruggedness is more from his VERY unruly hair.

Ira

nation: Mondstadt

height: 6'0

the clown of the group. Ira's very lanky despite his appetite. he's kinda cute if he knows how to dress and carry himself. with his sharp jawline, tall nose, and short ginger hair, he could really pull the ladies (don't tell him this). but alas his charm is in his crooked smile. take it as it is. he doesn't mean anything bad when he smiles big and wide.

Hiroto

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'5

big and tough, a bit buffer compared to Heishi. long dark hair that reaches the middle of his back. unlike Ewald and Rin, Hiroto likes to let his hair loose, so sometimes the soldiers see it. square jawline and heavy brow ridge that makes him look angry all the time. though fun fact, he's very attentive to his eyebrows and prefers to keep them clean and plucked. there's just so much to know about this guy.

Kita & Kenji

nation: Inazuma

height: 6'2

they're not twins...as far as they know. but they do look so much alike save for their builds. when Kita first appeared (oh and fun fact again, Kita was the one that egged Rin on during their first day when she fought Ewald) he had short grey hair. Kenji convinced him to shave his hair into a buzzcut, so now they're sporting the same haircut. they're quite youthful in their appearance as they have a more rounded face. Kenji's face is sharper compared to Kita. Also, Kenji's upper body is quite bulky, but Kita's trying to catch up (he's almost as thin as Ira, so it might take awhile to bulk up).

Luka

nation: Mondstadt

height: 5'9

does anyone remember this guy? he's not that significant, but i have to balance out the count per nation lmao. he has yellow hair. handsome with his big round eyes, and high cheekbones. though he's more adorable than handsome, really.

[twinknote]

body type headcanons for beyond birthday, GO

that man is over 6'4". he is a Tall Boy. but he's not lanky/skele-mode like L. he's more built, he has some muscle on him, and he has a cute tummy. hope this helps (will answer your other ask next)

[drabbles-mc]

Tay, how drunk would you have to be to hook up with the sons and Mayans? Can we get a list of that breakdown??

You send me this glorious ask, on Mayans Tuesday and a day when I have been catching up and listening to hours' worth of Theo and Kim on their #ReaperReviews podcast?? What a glorious day. 🥰

How Many Shots under the cut!

Jax Teller:

3-4 shots solely because I need a little liquor in me to not shoot down any man who smirks as much as he does

Young, floppy-haired Jax is in 3-shot territory because I'm a sucker for a boy with a baby face.

S6/S7 Jax with bruises and cuts on his face is 4-shot territory because boys who are a little banged up make my mouth go dry stop me in my tracks in the best way

Opie Winston:

3 shots for the confidence. That man is 6'4 and I am 5'2 and don't get me wrong I am ready and willing to get destroyed but I really gotta get out of my own head for that.

The things I would give for this man to toss me around like a rag doll??? I'd risk it all.

Just let me pull on his hair that's all I'm saying. I'll climb him like a tree the way he deserves.

Juice Ortiz:

0 shots, 0 alcohol at all because I'm grossly, disgustingly in love with him

Those head tattoos don't scare me when he's got a baby face and a smile like that

I will take care of him and I know he'll take care of me the rest simply doesn't matter. Soft boy and also love of my life.

Chibs Telford:

1 shot to have the confidence to talk to him, 3 more to get out of my own head for the rest of it

Let me be clear I think it would be an experience, and one that I would be up for, for sure.

The accent alone would paralyze me. And that accent saying dirty things?? Nope. My brain would short-circuit.

Happy Lowman:

Most of that bottle gotta be gone

I talk a big game but sober me would crumble the second Happy made prolonged eye contact with me. I'm weak and I think that's why I go for boys with baby faces 😂

But I do wanna know what the Tacoma Killer does behind closed doors so if I gotta juice myself up with liquid confidence then so be it

Herman Kozik:

1 shot to shake off the nerves and tell him what he can do with those muscles ���

Tig Trager:

Pushing my alcohol intake limit just to be ready for whatever he's down for

I'd be down for damn near anything but you already know that it's gonna get wild with Tig and like I said before I talk a big game but ya girl is only a slut when I write fanfic so I need a minute and some shots to prepare myself

Also refuse to cross the line and get blackout drunk because you know you need to remember that experience lmao

EZ Reyes:

2 shots to have the guts to make eye contact instead of staring at the veins in his arms

Pretty boy with big muscles and a nice smile???? Honey I'm already sold just take me away. The alcohol is only necessary if I have to initiate conversation. That boy could walk up to me and hold his hand out without saying a word and I would just go

Those EZodiac killer hands can choke me within an inch of my life and I will thank him for it

Angel Reyes:

4 shots he's tall and he's got them rings but he's a messy motherfucker and he's got them fuckboy vibes

I simply cannot be sober and hook up with someone who is a walking, talking red flag

He can hit it but he's gonna be wrapping his shit for once--I ain't helping create more Reyes boys

Bishop Losa:

3 shots for the short king

He's got that good mix of BDE and a smile that just makes your knees buckle. Coherent thoughts?? We don't know her.

He a whole mess though and it would take effort or alcohol to not think about that and alcohol is much less work

Coco Cruz:

3 shots or a few hits off his blunt so I can try to get on the same wavelength as him

I wanna run my fingers through those curls so bad you don't even know dude

He's got that look of someone who has Seen Things (because he has) and for that reason alone I'd need some liquid courage because comparatively ya girl hasn't seen shit lmao

Hank Loza:

2 shots for the confidence because a man with a smile that sweet but muscles that big is an instant killshot for me.

A little alcohol in my system though??? I’d be the one making him blush and I think that’s what he and I both deserve 😌

Creeper Vargas:

0 shots, 0 alcohol because I just simply wouldn’t drink if I wanna hook up with someone who is sober. I will have to get my confidence another way.

He seems sweet though I think we could figure it out just fine

Nestor Oceteva:

4 shots because I’m a pussy and would need at least that much in me to have the confidence to tell that mercenary I want him to fucking wreck me

Plus you just know that he’s not the talkative type and that would fuck with me so bad so I’d need all the help I can get

Let me tug on those braids (or his curls--equal opportunity out here) 🤤🤤🤤

And in the morning I’m stealing those yellow shades as a souvenir. He wants them back?? He can come find me and bargain for them 😏

[bthebeachboi]

since i should be doing actual work, have some content <333 (also bc of twink florida stuff, i will now talk about some states that i can think of n their "bodybuild") LONG POST TBH, DONT WORRY ABOUT IT, IT JUST GETS LONGER AS USUAL.

Also "possible" mentions of E(ating)D(isorder) since Louisiana is mentioned to have a rather unhealthy "eating" habit from youth.

California is tall (6'4 around?) and skinny, with nice muscles. He isn't built, but he has the typical skinny surfer dude that throws u a peace sign aesthetic on point. (B's first body, real body, was better with strength. He thinks they "are" around the same height though, yet he misses the power to throw a man with ease.)

New York is rather short, not the shortest, but he's likely quite close to the middle if not in the middle. (5'9/5'7 idk, i think they r "mid heights"??) and man is built! Since he prefers physical fights and he builds mass as easily as he burns calories, he just learnt how to be ideally in the middle. He is one of the strongest states physically and he likes to pick on Texas because of it.

Texas is tall, slightly taller than California (6'5? 6'6?) and as much as he is build (ill give u a strong southern man, here), he has problems with maintaining a good balance between his love for good food and his diet. He usually ends up having a "hyperfixation" on one and then changing to the other. He also finds building more than basic muscle rather tiring.

Oklahoma, who is way shorter than Texas, not that much taller than NY (going here from their "size" even if I usually give the height depending on what I feel like, I'd say he's 5'10). He is way more used to fighting (sooner thing makes it hard to not fight from a young age for what you want, especially when you are as impulsive as him) but he is in pure strength worse than Texas and NY. Since he's rather hairy it's hard to say anything about his build, because he doesn't like tight material always touching his body n said hair, so he wears worn out old hoodies n that hides his body. (He is a strong southern with a strong mf accent, but for some older people he just looks like a punk bc of his hoodies being full of holes((lazy cunt wont go n buy himself more bc he gets whiny in shops)))

Florida is good height (6'1) and has a good build, he is very close to Cal, but slightly stronger. He has it naturally easy and he got them good metabolism genes so he doesn't worry about shit like diet or anything. He loves to show off his strength n he loves to wear a shirt with no sleeves so it shows his nice arms. (Loui hates meetings when the weather is nice n warm bc he cannot not look at his bestie, man's fine, anyone could say so, it's not his fault((lies)))

Louisiana is tall n skinny, he is close in his build to Colorado, who is also quite tall n skinny, but the "younger"(idk if Cole is younger aight?) can and usually puts on some fat on winter or if it's the depressive time (he like de snacc), yet Loui cannot put any fat on since he remembers. He ofc isn't weak, but he is embarrassed bc he could not beat Cal in arm wrestle (they both agreed to not talk about it since California wasn't up to fighting anyone else and Louisiana wouldn't handle the laughs, cuz it is Cal). He sometimes hates that only in winter, when he doesn't do much, he can put enough weight on to not show his hip bones that easily (since he is built like a mf dorito((CDC actually knows that bc of Louisiana's drinking habit since forever, somehow his body just won't take the fat and when he was younger n still getting used to having a body at all, he threw up a lot n that's why he was so skinny that you'd count his ribs easily.)))

New Jersey, like most of NE states, is rather mid height and built nicely enough for you to notice his muscles. He likes to wear hoodies that are tight on his arms, but wide in the waist. Sadly, since mf NY is natural at building his strength, he is a lil behind him. (He doesn't care about Texas n never checked his strength with him, but he would probably win a fight just because as bitchy Texas can get, he doesn't know that much about a normal fistfight. OK never checked his strength with him bc most states don't even know he has said strength)

Alaska, tall boi with a nice built - is around 6'7 and knows enough about having a fight to win some, so what stops him in "power tower" from being the worse to fight? He's rather clumsy with "human vs human" fights. Of course there are crimes where he lives (where he is) and he likes hunting a lot, but humans are rather different than a bear or just fish. Sometimes their fear or anger(Texas) is enough to stop them from fighting him, but of course most of NE doesn't know how to fight without feelings. They come and attack, smartly and well, and he suddendly is the clumsiest mf ever, like he's the main fem love interest in a romance. He is rather happy that NY never recorded any of their rare fights, because he still tries to pick up his ego after that one time in winter in the back of a pub. His ass and pride were hurt that day, no matter how much he tries to act cool about it. (NY knows that Al doesn't get why he is such an easy targer for them when he got attacked by bears bigger than him and NJ togheter. Anwser being that he never actually even thinks about getting his ass handed to him, somehow because he learnt that the only actual danger might be a wild moose. It's just that confusion that hits him at the start that makes him dumb enough to slip and fall all the time. Also because NY might be stronger physically, but he won't mention that)

MA, our last one bc am tired n lazy, is actually a little taller than NJ and shorter than NY, but it's so idealy in-between that no-one but them notices that. He is nicely built, strong and still. He is way more "a stone wall" type than "buff dorito" type, and trust me if you are shorter than him, you will probably think that someone just made a new wall in the middle of the room. Gov - even though he is taller - has a bad habit of bumping into him, just to bounce back like a ball and loose everything that he held in his hands. He lost for now two mugs, few important documents and almost a hand (thanks to Florida playing with swords and Louisiana not noticing any of it). One of many pluses of his body is how warm can he be, but in summer most of the others will absolutly get away from him.

[thisfanisgonesorry]

tf2 height hcs <3

obsessed w tf2 rn and these r some hot takes since people do not agree with me apparently // i do requests, go here and here ;)

order: Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Demoman, Heavy, Engineer, Medic, Sniper, Spy. warnings: none,, could be considered angst/fluff, very lighthearted

Scout - he's from good ol' boston, the runt of 7 other siblings so you'd assume he's the shortest but he is fairly tall, i wanna say 5'11 but might call himself 6'0 to impress da ladies B) i feel like he wishes he was taller but not actively, he doesnt really care as he can always just stand next to someone shorter than him to appear taller, just like how he does it to appear attractive /j

Soldier - straight to the point: he's 5'9 but he makes up for it by being a classic himbo, cmon man his sun tzu joke is priceless, to be honest he's too stupid to really care about height or even know his own, all he cares about is shootin' shit and teleporting bread, he probably doesn't even acknowledge anyone elses height, and his helmet covers his eyes so it's not like it matters that much anyway lol

Pyro - i love them and i cannot stand this slander, theyre always depicted as 5'4 but i think they're a nice 5'6, not to mention they absolutely dont give a shit about their height, theyre here for a good time bro, Pyro is literally an arsonist, why would they care when they cook ppl for a living?

Demo - honestly in most pics he's either hunched over or standing like a dumbass so its hard to tell lol but he's somewhere between 5'11-6'2 depends on the day and whatever excuse he wants to tell you. is he insecure? his answer probably differs on if hes sober or not, in which he isnt most of the time but he still manages to be inconsistent nonetheless, he tends to make fun of everyone elses height (shorter AND taller) especially when he's drunk, he's ruthless, he's probably made Heavy cry

Heavy - clearly the tallest of the group, big muscle russian man who loves his sandvich, i honestly feel like he's 6'5 to 6'8, heavy is more insecure about his weight than his height since people always call him fat when it's clearly muscle, he didn't even realise how tall he was until he compared himself to the rest of the team

Engie - people call him the short man of the group and treat him like he's like he's 4 foot nothing but i think he's a humble 5'8, as much as everyone thinks otherwise, he's not insecure about his height! though he wouldn't mind being just a bit taller, he has other charming features (and if someone doesnt like him solely for his height, thats their problem), he can play guitar and is talented in making teleporters and sentries

Medic - another 6'0-6'2 man in the building, as a [cough] doctor he probably knows his height exactly, he's very rational so he's not insecure about his height, as someone who /had/ a medical license, he understands how his body functions him and knows that height is nothing to be ashamed of, though he is proud and does rub it in the shorter team-mates faces occassionally but not often, but does remind them too that it's nothing to be ashamed of.

Sniper - classic aussie/kiwi man, i wanna say 6'4 cause australian men tend to be tall, especially people who live in rural, no clue why, i feel like he's insecure in the sense that people claim to love tall guys but he can't get any bitches </3, he's secure in being 6'4 but wishes that he was more attractive, he's tired of being a young, single entrepreneur

Spy - he's almost as tall as Heavy but shorter than Sniper so i wanna say about 6'2, not to mention he wears dress shoes with heels so give or take an inch or two at any given moment. being the most charming of the group has its upsides, he loves his height (and his dress shoes), and similar to Engie, if someone likes him just for his height, sucks to be them 'cause he's got much more impressive feats

[phoenixduelist]

Meet the crew!

Marcell: Her first mate, her comfort, in a sense her father. He's the only one whom she trusted with how terribly scarred she is by the captivity, he's the one to soothe her violent anxiety attacks, PTSD episodes. The man stands at an impressive height of 6'4, intimidating statue of steely muscle, however his honey brown eyes occasionally betray his true nature. He is down to earth, takes no nonsense and in charge of preventing the others being complete idiots and getting themselves killed in the process. Someone give him a break.

Márta: The other sinister woman, and not just by appearance, almost as tall as the Captain herself. The large cut across her face was caused by an Ottoman saber, a ship which Rozália has been chasing for months now. As the unofficial quartermaster, she's ready to take pity on Marcell's sanity and help to keep the order, or at least the illusion of it. She isn't afraid to speak her thoughts in the most blunt way possible, a trait Rozy really values. Despite her fierce personality, she is also an expert surgeon even though she looks absolutely terrifying with any surgical tool in hand.

Ferenc: The lost relative of Jack Sparrow. This disaster of a young man is the cause of Rozy's headaches 90% of the time, be it from worry or irritation. He is handsome & he knows it, shoulder long wavy rich brown hair framing a thin face and contrasts against his striking blue eyes. The man swings both ways violently, which wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't trying to get into even the navy officer's pants. He's acrobatic, always hanging from the riggings, pulling childish pranks. His hidden talent is that he actually can play the violin outstandingly well; one thing he learned during his upbringing.

Jácint: Although a bit more tame than Ferenc, the ex fencing instructor is also a troublemaker by nature. He is the only one on the Vihar who's ambidextrous besides Rozália and second best with a sword after the Captain. Lithe but toned, the man is wicked fast and fluid; his voice pleasant on the ears. Eager to shred the awful formal clothing, perhaps he's the one who fully accepted and adjusted to their new life, with some manners remaining of course.

Aranka: The definition of beauty with full hourglass figure, long honey blonde hair, gemstone sapphire colored eyes framed by long lashes, full red lips completing her angelic face. She is The Distraction, but that's only the surface. Rozália personally mentored her and the lovely woman has proven to be quite efficient with a sword or daggers. Despite her flirty nature, she is actually a lesbian in disguise and in a secret relationship with Márta; not even the Captain knows about it. Aranka is headstrong, confident and has an angelic voice, granting her the opportunity to sometimes play a siren.

Pest: The frail old man is capable of much more than he seems at first glance. He is also a surgeon, an absolutely brilliant one, aided by his leather bound notes about alchemy. He, along with many others had fought in the Rákóczi War of Independence; he lost his son in the war and knew Rozy's father personally. While he can't speak English, he perfectly understands every word. No injury can escape his keen eyes and those attempting to hide wounds will find out how much strength is actually left in him.

Mariska: A true spitfire, a great shot with a temper rivaling the harshest storms. Just like Márta, she always speaks her mind, quick to be angered by Ferenc's current antics. Might be the only person the troublemaker actually fears a little, judging by the speed of his running. Besides Marcell, she is the one to add to Rozy's plans, either a hidden detail which escaped both of their minds or the outline of the next insanity.

Jancsi: The youngest of the crew yet the most talented marksman everyone had seen. The boy haven't missed even once throughout the years; during clashes he is protecting the engaging crew from harm they can't see, saving many lives with his quick fingers. He is shy, well mannered despite the circumstances, always flushing at praise or when his nickname ‘Guardian Angel’ is mentioned. He is still slightly naive, therefore one of the primary targets of Ferenc's pranks.

Viola: Once a seamstress for a Habsburg noble, now mending the sails of the Vihar with a quiet hum and fast, confident hand. She also had designed Rozália a few tactical dresses in case she had to use her Countess title either as a cover or an escape. Viola is a silent woman, a stark contrast in comparsion the mostly loud crew; her steps are also seemingly soundless, somehow always managing to spook someone. In case of a serious injury she aids Pest and Márta in sewing the wound close, cloth or flesh no difference for her.

Sándor: A talented swordsman and showman, his voice a pleasant warm tenor. He is charming, although doesn't boast his skills as greatly as a certain someone; he also can play beautiful, haunting melodies on guitar. To his frustration, he struggles greatly with the English equivalents of ship & sailing related terms, often ending in a small temper tantrum. Thankfully his love is always ready to help him out when he really gets lost.

Sára: Stormy bluish gray eyes, lithe frame and mahogany hair; the woman is a striking mystery. Master of knife throwing and disappearing like she wasn't even there at the first place. Despite her initial refusal, she fell in love with Sándor, the ice truly broken when they found out how well their voices complimented each other's. She accidentally had gotten pregnant and unfortunately, the baby was a stillborn, not even Pest could save him. Understandably, it really took a toll on her mental health but Sándor never left her side.

Mátyás: The expert navigator who led them on their very first voyage, on their escape with the wounded, tortured Countess down the Danube. Show him any map and he will be able to come up with multiple routes for different purposes. He also somehow always knows where are they, be it any unnamed little bay. He is trying to teach at least something to the Captain but...she seems quite hopeless in that department.

Béla: The poor cook, the other target of Ferenc's. So far nobody knows how can he manage an appetizing meal from scraps when their stock is coming to an end. He is easy to jumpscare, but not recommended because his reflexes are fast and he often wields some kind of torture device looking kitchen equipment. He bakes with nostalgia, tries his very best to make the dishes resemble to their traditional ones and their stock of pálinka is also his doing. Who in the right mind would've left that treasure behind when returning to the country is no longer an option?

Árpád: The engineer or better said the boatswain of the Vihar. Strengthening the hull after witnessing the Captain's insane strategies was his idea, giving them a chance to last even in a traditional naval battle. The underwater ram is his handiwork, his keen eye can immediately spot the slightest mistake in everything. His father was a fisherman, a sailor on the Balaton nicknamed the Hungarian Sea, he built his ship & boats himself, that's where Árpád learned the craft. He is also versed in naval history, especially in structure of ships which has been an incredibly valuable asset.

Botond: The expert of wildlife, fishing and diving, Árpád's right hand when it comes to ship maintenance. Often roped into whatever Ferenc had come up with, the difference is that he will elegantly dive into the water when they are found out. Jancsi is somewhat convinced he's actually a mermaid.

Miklós: Viola and Sára might be quiet but Miklós is invisible. He was a scout in the Kuruc war, his short frame allowing him to slip through the most narrow cracks after permanently silencing someone. His presence is a little unnerving, despite he was the source of information about where Rozália was held. He isn't talkative, only reports, shares what's necessary but can't resist one thing: pulling pranks with his twin.

Jóska: Miklós' older twin, an expert calligrapher and book enthusiast. They may look the same but their personality contrast like ice and fire. He had the same occupation as his twin, his main job was slipping fake letters, reports into the piles of documents and nobody could tell the difference. He is always up for fun when his sibling finally feels like it, still able to confuse the crew despite they had seen all of their tricks. Or had they?

Vitéz: The second oldest of the crew after Pest, a military man straight to the core. Silent and often lost in the distant past, the voice of reason backing up Marcell when needs to be. An another invaluable fighter and a piece of a lost history, the man carries more pain than he lets on. Blonde hair slowly turning silver, with unbreakble loyalty he enjoys the last, never ending war Rozália stirred.

Gyöngyvér: Her name translates to pearl blood. The ex Baroness fully lives up to its meaning. She is an undeniably regal presence, although something seems off despite the perfect veil. She is a widow, both husbands died under mysterious circumstances yet nobody could put the blame on her. Her extensive knowledge regarding poisons sometimes makes Pest feel a little uneasy.

Virág: Born to a simple peasant family, the 5'0 woman is full of vibrancy and soothing stories of a normal life. Normal, until taxes stripped the family of almost every possession they owed: land, animals, crops. Despite that, Virág kept her positive outlook and to everyone's great surprise she was capable of effortlessly lifting whatever needed weighing twice as much as her. Thanks to her unique attributes, she is in charge of the hidden chaser cannon which is often crucial to their success.

[muscle-worlds-stories]

I’ve always been fairly scrawny and pale but dreamed of being more. Could you transform me into my dream? I’ll do anything!

Hmmm, so you want to be more than yourself, I think I can do that for you. Since you're pretty pale I think I'll add some beautiful melanin in your skin. From now on, you'll be a beautiful man of color, with delicious dark brown skin. You honestly look great already, but I'll continue. You're now going to be tall, 6'4 to be exact. You'll tower over everyone you meet and everyone will feel safe under you. You're still pretty scrawny so I'll pump you up like a balloon! You start to squirm as your muscles begin to expand to above average proportions. Your biceps are now the size of melons and your pecs have grown enormous. Now the once scrawny pale man has been transformed to be a big, strong beast. The last thing I'm gonna do is give you a nice dark beard to go over you and add some small curls on your chest, extenuating how much of a man you've become. Hope I've been a good help, just look at what you've become!

[fictitiousfoodie]

It’s A Family Thing

Summary: A boy falls for a girl

Pairing: Reader x Ian Kildner ( fake person)

Word Count: 3847

Okay so here are something to know before you read. The teams are real but all the people fake it was easier for me with this story.

Juliette stood by a high table, wearing a stunning and elegant black dress A-line gown with a respectable but fun slit up the side, talking to a relatively wealthy seeming older gentleman. His tux was custom, hair grey, and thinking, and the date he had brought with him was barely legal to drink, showing almost all her cleavage, and was sipping her cosmo through a straw. But Juliette didn't care about any of that right now. All she cared about was convincing this man that a donation to the team's charity would be a brilliant investment. 

"Mr. Mason donating to the teams' charity is not only a write-off for you with tax breaks, but it allows lots of people to see just how good you and your company are." Manson Construction was responsible for building half of Boston and rebuilding the other half. They had gone through a string of bad publicity when someone leaked rumors of the company cutting corners regarding safety protocols to the local newspapers. The stories had been proven untrue, but they had still caused doubt in the community. Mason Construction was a good company, and Juliette knew that. "Manson Construction on every banner we use when the team works with charities like Habitat for Humanity or does an event with local children's hospitals something like that could change how the community views your company," she said with a passionate and firm promise to her voice. Just as Juliette finished her speech, a loud, sharp crack of noise erupted from behind her. 

Juliette's brother Jack, the youngest of her four brothers, and his girlfriend Ashley had been fighting all night. Juliette had been keeping an eye on it. Ashley was not a great girlfriend. Juliette was pretty sure Ashley was in it for the idea of dating a pro athlete, and Jack was in it cause Ashley was hot. Juliette had noticed more and more that Jack seemed done with Ashley's crap, and from the Way, Ashley was now storming out and the fact Jack wasn't going after her, he had decided to end things tonight in a public place. 

Juliette turned back to Mr.Mason, who was chuckling to himself. "Your brother seems to be quiet, the unlucky fellow tonight in regards to love. But you are better than luck. You're smart, and you've got gumption, Juliette. I like the image you've given the charity, and I think it will provide great support and publicity for my business. I will send you a check tomorrow with the donation. If the team or the charity needs anything, you let me know," he said, smiling and walking away with his old wrinkled hand on his arm candy's ass. 

Jules shivered in disgust as she watched arm candy giggle and kiss him on the cheek, then took a deep breathe she had done it. She had landed another massive donation for the charity. 

Suddenly a large and heavy arm flopped around her shoulder, and her oldest brother Brandon was there by her side. 

"Way to go, Jules. It looks like Mr.Mason was pleased with the idea of being the teams highest paying donor', he said with pride and admiration for his sister. 

"He said he would send over the check tomorrow. I need a drink, and to get these heels off my feet are killing me." She laughed, walking to the bar. 

Brandon was the oldest of the four brothers at the age of 33. He had retired from the league last year due to a knee injury. The team hired him as the skills coach. Brandon was always responsible. He was the boy next door with a killer smile and genuine charm. The next one down was Henry, who was 31 and was the team's new athletic trainer. He was sporty and the smartest. He wanted to be a doctor when he was younger but found a way to combine his love of medicine and learning with his love of hockey and the team he had grown up around. He immediately change to sports medicine. The third one was Eric. He was the middle one, wild and crazy. He was 28, had been on the team as a defender for four years now, and made sure everyone knew his opinion on any given subject.

Jack, the youngest of the brothers, was a sweet kid, but just that, still a kid in many respects. He had the talent and a good heart, but he needed to grow up. He was 25 and still trying to figure out many things about life but was too stubborn to listen to anyone's advice. Finally, there was Juliette, the youngest out of the five children and the only girl. She grew up tough and headstrong, just like her brothers. Her mother made sure she was balanced, though, so she had put her in dance as a little girl, and she had loved it. She still went to classes and taught little ones occasionally. Her brothers were always there in the front row to cheer her on then give her noogies after. She was 24, but most people thought she was older because of how she held herself.   

All 5 of the siblings looked alike, all athletic, tall, and toned the brothers ranging in muscle definition. All five had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. There was no denying they were family. The dark hair came from their dad, and the eyes had come from their mom.  The whole family was here tonight, and Jules loved that. Everyone in the family had found a way to be apart of the team or organization in a job they loved. She loved being around her family and the constant support they gave. Her mom had started the Boston Bruins charity when her dad had been a player. She was still running it and was grooming Juliette to take over soon. Being a Bruin was a family thing. They had been born into it and loved every minute of it. 

She and Brandon were standing by the bar ordering drinks when she saw out of the corner of her eye, Henry and Eric walk up. 

"So, we all saw the slap that Ashley gave Jack, right?" Henry said in a cautious and questioning tone. 

"Yes, the whole room heard it. Did you see where he went?" Brandon asked cautiously. 

"No, but my guess would be the locker room, someone should go check on him?" Eric said, turning towards Jules. 

"Yea yea yea, I'll go. Even though one of you are married and ones engaged," she said over her shoulder, walking away toward the locker room. 

She found Jack sitting in his locker with a cold beer pressed to his face. head drooped down and fidgeting with his phone. "You shouldn't call her, "Jules said, pulling the drink away to check out the handprint on his face. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had sounded probably just stung. Ashley wasn't abusive, just dramatic. 

"Why? Cause she slapped me?" 

"No, because she gave the bartender her number about 15 mins before that happened. You made the right call. She didn't love you; she loved the status."

"I know. I just thought she was the one at the beginning. "He sighed as Jules sat next to him. 

They sat there for a few minutes in silence. Jules knew he would be fine just needed someone to lean on for a bit, and sure enough, after about 10 minutes, he handed Jules his beer and stated with new energy, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. I have to find the right one, right?!" Jack jumped up and started walking to the doors. 

"Yes, just please be safe and smart and maybe go home alone tonight," Jules shouted to him as he strutted out the doors. 

Jules took a sip of the beer and sighed, starting to take her shoes off, enjoying the silence. When she heard the doors slam open and Jimmy Peters and his date for the evening tumbled though not breaking the sloppy kiss and handsy embrace, they were tangled in. They never noticed her as she grabbed her high heels and beer and left the room. She was in the hall on the way back, laughing to herself about the thought of giving Jimmy a hard time the next time she saw him when she heard the classic catcall whistle from behind her. 

She turned to find Ian Kildern, one of the team's defensive players. He was 6'4", muscled more than the average hockey player and curly brown hair with deep green eyes. His tux was well altered; it hung perfectly on him, showing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Ian was an excellent player, intelligent, lightning-fast, and a great leader. He was 26 and had been in the league since he was 19. The Bruins had picked him up four years ago when his contract had been up with the Tampa Bay Lighting. They were friends, but Jules was closer to other players, and usually only had a small talk with easy, polite jokes. 

"Juliette Calloway, you clean up nice." He said in a semi-serious, mostly mocking tone.

"Shut up, Ian. Don't you have a date to dazzle like the rest of the team?" She said in a cheeky and light-hearted tone. 

"No, actually, Kelly and I broke up last weekend."

"Oh, that's right; her name was Kelly, and I'm so sorry to hear that after a week together, you had to call quits. You must be devastated. She said with a wink. Knowing fully, he had never planned on keeping it serious. Ian didn't sleep around a lot, but he also didn't keep girlfriends long. 

He chuckled, "Yeah, she was allergic to my dog." He changed the subject when he noticed the bottle in her hand, "You drinking alone - drowning your sorrows?"

"No, actually," she said in a matter of fact tone, "I was consoling my brother."

Ian's face squished up, and he sucked in a breath, "Yea, I saw - well heard the slap. Is he okay?"

"He's fine. It's his pride that's hurting more than anything, although he won't admit to it", She explained on a sigh. 

"Well, I'm glad he's okay. It's tough trying to figure everything out—the balance between the game and social life. Suddenly having money and not know if women want you the status or the money. It can be a rough and bumpy ride."He said with an understanding tone. 

"You sound like you have some experience, but you seemed to have figured it all out." 

 "I had my mistakes and issues, but the key difference is I didn't have a last name that's attached to 2 legends. Jack has a whole lot more spotlight from the league because of your dad and oldest brother. I could make my mistakes in private." 

"So, you had a girl slap you in front of your entire team and about 45 VIP guests?" Jules questioned, intrigued to hear his answer. 

"Okay, well, no, I never had that, but I did have a date throw up on me at an event one time. Rachel Madison, I'll always remember that name now. She hadn't eaten all day and then started doing shots of tequila. The smell was horrendous. It was like...

"Ew, I don't want to know! Please stop you win. That's disgusting." She fussed, cutting him off and giggling at the idea. 

"Well, then, Miss. Date Judger where is your perfect event plus one this evening." He asked mockingly, looking around the hallway they were slowly walking down. 

"Oh, I don't ever bring a date to an event that mom and I are running. I did once or twice and always felt bad that I left him standing somewhere while doing things for the event, plus dating in my life is hard. They tend to get offended when I know more about the game or jealous when I spend all my time here at the arena with you guys OR my brothers bully them, and they can't take the heat." 

They had almost reached the doorway to the main lobby, where the fundraising event was when Ian's ear perked up as he heard his favorite song come on. It Had To Be You by Harry Conick Jr. He grabbed her hand put the bottle of beer in her hand on the floor, and stated softly, "It's a great song - I wouldn't want it to go to waste since you don't have someone to dance with."

Surprised by the sudden change in tone, Juliette lost her voice a little and had to clear it before asking, "Ian Kildern, are you asking me to dance?"

He slowly started to pull her into his arms, saying in a volume just barely above a whisper, "I guess I am. Are you saying yes?"

"I guess I am." She said, staring into his eyes and falling into the sway of his body. Still stiff at first, she slowly drifted further into the daze the music mixed with his look and tone of voice had caused, eventually allowing her to melt completely into him. Neither spoke to busy enjoying the moment. It had been years since she had slow danced, and she was enjoying being wrapped in someone's arms. Not just any someone, but someone who had made her laugh and had been having a good conversation with, not to mention he smelled incredible. 

Ian couldn't believe he was dancing again. He had stopped bringing dates to events because it always fell short of what he wanted the evening to be. But with Juilette, he couldn't help but notice her laugh at his story or the way she had softened and molded to him as they danced. Hand in hand, his left hand rested at the small of her back, her head resting on his chest her right on his shoulder. She felt good in his arms. He felt something different for her, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. The music drifted away as the song ended, and they both stopped swaying. She pulled her head back but didn't pull away; she just looked at him, waiting for him to speak first, but Ian didn't want to say anything anymore. The smell of her vanilla perfume. The blush that had risen in her cheeks, the way she was waiting for him. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to feel those soft pink lips pressed to his. Before he knew it, she was wetting her lips and starting to lean in because she had wanted it too. Never one to miss the opportunity; he leaned in and pressed his hand into her back more, drawing her closer. They were a whisper away from each other when Jimmy and his date exploded from the locker room with laughter, pulling Ian and Jules apart. Jimmy and his date rush by them and unseen to the car in the parking lot. 

"Well, it's late. I should be going," Ian said, trying to hide the disappointment that the moment was gone from his voice. 

"Uh, yea, it's late. I should be finding mom to see if she needs help with anything. Good night Ian and thank you for the dance.", She said, turning and walking away before he could say or do anything. 

It took a split second for him to decide, but he had made his choice he wanted her. He wanted to hold, kiss, love, and keep Juliette Calloway forever. 

Ian couldn't stop thinking about that night. It had been two weeks, and all he could think about was Juliette Calloway. He had been indifferent to her before that night. Ian had had conversations with her but always just regarded her as almost one of the guys. And now he couldn't get her out of his head. The way her eyes sparkled with what he hoped was lust and something more. The way she didn't back away from him and the chemistry in the air. He needed to do something, but what? 

Friday games were always Juliettes favorites. The offices were always more energetic with Friday games as everyone was excited to watch them. Juliette always ran home at lunch for an hour or so to let out Wayne, her Weimaraner, go potty and play, then she would change into her jersey and jeans. She would come back and finish up work, then relax until the game started. Today was no different. She got home and was greeted by Wayne's barks and excited tail. She let him into the backyard and threw her bag and keys on the counter. She loved her home. It was warm and welcoming with leather couches and natural linens. She left the back door open for Wayne to come back in and walked to her bedroom. She was opted for wearing Jack's jersey tonight, paired it with her black jeans and favorite booties. She was excited and happy about tonight's game. Hence, she decided on a smokey eye - if she was honest with herself, she was thinking about her evening with Ian when she had decided on it but pushed it away and assured herself it had nothing to do with him. Wayne had yet to come back in; she went in search of him to find him bathing in the sun and enjoying the day just as much as she was. She called him in, gave him a treat, and headed back to the arena. The game was at 7. The team usually came in about 5. Everyone in the offices had more than likely left for the day; she had a few more things to do when there was a knock at her office door. 

"Come in," she called to the knocker.

"Wow, nice digs," the knocker said with a low and slow whistle. 

Juliette's head snapped up. She had expected it to be a co-worker that was running behind or family. Her brother or mother would sometimes stop by, but she was not expecting him, "Ian...what are you doing here"? 

"Though I'd finally venture up to the offices. Poke around, see what it was like having an office job", he said, waltzing into the office looking around. His eyes settled on the wall of pictures and headlines. The wall was full of pictures of her brothers and father on the ice. It captured each of their timelines, from training to playing to winning championships at all different ages. A particular photo caught Ian's eye, and Juliette got up from her desk to join him. He looked fantastic in a suit more casual than the other night but still just as perfect. It was a solid black suit with a black button-down. He had the first few buttons undone. Juliette was standing next to him when he laughed to himself, saying, " Is this .. Henry?!" 

"Yea, it is. He was like 8 or 9. Mom loves that photo; he hates it", she said with a snicker. The photo was of Henry in full hockey gear. He was standing on the ice for the first game of the season when he slipped and fell. The camera had caught it just right, and all his limbs were up in the air, and his face read of terror and surprise, not know what had just happened.  

"I have to have the team come see this. Look at his bowl hair cut, "He cackled. 

" Don't you dare! He will kill me if he knows anyone from the team has seen it", she said hastily while grabbing his arm to stress the importance and implore him not to tell. 

He felt the electricity of her touch shoot through him. He was no longer focused on the photo but her. The way she smiled and was almost begging him not to spill her secret. He paused and looked at her hand on his arm. She realized what she had done with the casual touch, she could feel his muscle move, and she was immediately turned on and pulsed for him. When she tried to retract her hand, Ian grabbed it, placing a kiss on the top, and looked at her with seductive eyes while asking, "Are you begging me, Juliette?"

Juliette felt the innuendo to her core, and her stomach filled with butterflies. But she was no rose petal. She wanted him and wasn't going to melt for him like all the other women he was used to. She moved just a few inches closer and looked at him with a devilish smile, and asked, "Do you want me to?" Something inside Ian snapped. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. The look in her eyes mixed with her smile and words had him going practically feral. He gave the hand he was holding a tug, and she stumbled into his chest, her other hand landing in between them as she attempted to catch herself. Ian's other hand wrapped around her waist. He dropped her hand and slid his into her hair at the nape of her neck. He paused for a moment, making sure he still saw the same look in her eyes. He was thrilled to see it there but even more intense. He pulled her in and kissed her. 

The kiss was passionate, hard, and needy. Ian pulled ever so slightly on Juliettes hair, causing her to moan softly into his mouth, giving his tongue access to explore. He deepened the kiss, fingers digging into her side, causing more soft moans to escape her. He pulled back ever so slightly to give her air, but Juliette chased him, making him growl and start to grow hard. Juliette's heart was pounding her panties were becoming very wet. She wanted more. They both craved to feel each other skin to skin. When they both broke because they needed air, Juliette saw a softness in Ian's eyes. His thumb stroked her cheek for a split second while he started to ask her out on a date to dinner in a few nights when she cut him off, smirking, "I guess you should be going wouldn't want coach to see you be late to practice." Then with a quick kiss, smirk, and a hoard of giggles, she pushed Ian out of her office and locked the door behind her. Ian was still in shock as he walked from the office to the locker room, both from the kiss and that she had pushed him out without saying anything else. She had a fire and spirit he had certainly never seen before. Juliette slunk down into the couch in her office. She couldn't believe she had just done that. He was incredibly sexy, and she was very turned on. She could feel the blush creep into her cheeks. She knew she wanted him in more than a casual fling way. That's why she was going to play hard to get. Make Ian chase a little bit for once in his life.  

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Descriptions of Illusia characters for art reasons

Probably never gonna give good descriptions in fanfic, so for all your artistic needs, here's the descriptions of characters!

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Dallas

Human in looks, with large brown wings that look like a mix between an Eagle, Barn Owl, and Hawk. About a 10ft wingspan and his wings reach about the heels of his feet (like barely not touching the ground)

Pale skin with freckles dotted throughout but not heavily.

Wide almond eyes that are blue with a darker blue around the pupil.

Messy brown hair like what he had in the movie, but is much taller on top.

About 6'3

Wears no shirt yet has a pair of pants he wears that are made from brown leather and have a fur wrap around his waist. He has A flower on a vine wrapped around his left bicep. On his other arm he has a vine that moved around to various lengths. Wears a choker with a light blue gem in the center. Wears a flower crown.

Has pointed ears

Has deer like antlers ontop his head, but they look like that of a young buck who's growing them in still.

Very defined cheek bones

Tim Shephard

Human

Messy dirty blonde hair and brown eyes

No freckles but some scars (mainly on his torso where he was stabbed in war)

About 6'1

Usually wears a light gray tunic with dark jacket, dark pants, and brown boots.

Looks kind of like he does in the movie tbh

Strong man

Curly

Long brown hair he keeps tied back (his hair is also curly)

Brown eyes

5'10

Tan skin since he gets a lot of sun

Not as muscled as Tim but still pretty muscled.

Nice jawline

Pretty big eyes for a human.

Wears a red shirt sleeves shirt and dark pants with tall black boots.

Marcia

Smol 4'9

Really pointed ears (like....an elf but even more dramatic and pointy, baby yoda ish)

Solid black eyes that take up a lot of her face.

Little nose

Plump lips

Her skin is pale but like with a tinge of green

Wears I giant yellow flower as a dress

Black hair that has never been brushed ever.

Has a tattoo sleeve of a vine climbing up her arm with flowers on it. No color, just black ink

Cherry

Basically her movie appearance but as a deer centaur

White-tail deer specifically

About 6'0 with the deer body

No shirt but uses hair to cover her breasts

Wears a jade necklace

Has a bracelet made from the same thing as Dally's choker.

Usually has a bag on her side to carry rocks

Two-bit

Mostly human but with some....differnces

Has dragon like eyes even as a human.

Has scales on the really thin parts of his skin (i.e around his eye, elbow, knee, anywhere skin is naturally very thin)

Brown hair he swoops back with his hand and leaves it.

About 6'4

Long nails

His teeth are sharp like a dragons at all times, just smaller

Wears a white shirt, long black petti coat, black pants, black boots.

Large red wings (8 foot wingspan)

Large red tail (doesn't quite touch the ground)

When he's a dragon, he's about 40 feet long and 10 tall.

Solid red dragon

Has scars from many fights

Bob (Robert)

Light purple skin (lavender)

Curly red Linguini style hair.

Glowing orange eyes

About 6'0

Not very muscled, pretty lanky tbh

Soft features (pretty feminine for a guy)

Paints his nails black

Little fangs

Wears a black silk shirt with puffy sleeves, right black pants and black boots. Everything except his sleeves are skin tight.

Randy

Much darker purple skin (like almost black)

Glowing yellow eyes

Slightly bigger fangs than Bob

Silver hair he keeps in a mullet

Silk gold shirt, black pants, black boots. Not as soon tight as Bob's but still tight.

About 6'0

Darry

Tall man (about 6'6)

Dark brown hair

Gray eyes

Nice tan

Chiseled everything

Pointed ears

Elves are stupid pretty tbh

Wears seafoam tunic and white pants that hug that sweet ass, brown boots. Brown vest.

Sodapop

Very pretty like all elves

Wavy strawberry blonde hair styled very fancy

Pointed chin and features, but in a good way

Green eyes

Pale skin

Usually has his nails painted a bright color

Purple tunic with tight sleeves, black pants, black boots.

Lots of jewelry

Has a pet bird named Freddie that likes to sit on his head (a yellow parakeet specifically)

Honestly just a gay disney prince

About 5'11

Ponyboy

A nice mix between Darry and Soda in terms of face.

Brown hair he just kind of....leaves alone? Honestly looks like it's always windblown

Seafoam green eyes

Nice tan but not too tan

5'8

Built but not as much as Darry

Wears a black tunic and white pants with black boots.

Always has a book on him

Johnny

Little man (5'0)

Very pretty butterfly like wings yet they look like stained glass.

One wing has a crack in it which is why he can't fly

Nice coffee colors skin (like a nice medium brew)

Purple eyes

Likes to wear bright things.

So like pink shirt, white pants, brown boots, but honestly of it's bright he'll be wearing it

Curly dark brown hair that's curly and all over the place.

Has a wand with a star on the end like those toy wands

Has a belt with little pouches

Steve

Fish man

Just look up a picture of a zora from Twilight princess tbh

Only instead of a tail on his head he has curly auburn hair

Green scaley skin

Has fins n the side of his face and hills on his ribes

Has fins on the back of his calves

Webbed hands and feet

Smug man

About 6'0

Always has a spear on his back

Btw if you have any characters you wanna know about, just ask.

[fluffle-friends]

Masayuki Jinja

Picrew link

This is my OC based off of the game 'World of horror' and with the chance of some equally gruesome imagery to match that. Because of that, I'd advise that you avoid looking under the cut if you're uncomfortable discussion/description of eldritch monsters after the character profile. Most of the information I add will be inspired by the game that had been previously mentioned. If you're a fan of horror games, I'd advise that you play it!

He's my Yuu for Twisted Wonderland, so there are a tone of references to twst in here too!

The character summary, stats, and other parts of this character sheet are based on the world of horror game. Other characters will be set out differently!

// CW - apocalyptic/eldritch topic mentions //

Name: Masayuki Jinja

Masayuki - means 'The one who causes trouble'

Jinja - means 'Shinto shrine' with one of the kanji meaning 'god'

This name eludes to the fact that Masayuki has some sort of connection to the old god that plagues Twisted Wonderland. What is this connection? Perhaps even he does not know the true purpose behind his being here...

Occupation: Ramshackle Prefect/Unemployed

Birthday: 13th of September 1965 "I ain't too good at remembering that one."

Age: 19

Gender: Male - He/Him

Sexuality/Romanticism: Pansexual/Panromantic

Life goal: "Survive and prevent them monsters from destroying the world, because for crying out loud it's not like the police are gonna do anythin'"

Likes: Combat, Sewing, Running, Little Red (crowbar), Horror Stories, Sweet Food

Dislikes: Fish, Ramen, Body Horror/Lovecraftian Horror, Sports, Authoritative Figures, Rules

Personality:

"Heya, call me Masayuki. Its a pleasure."

Masayuki tends to bring trouble wherever he goes, be it on purpose or by accident - there's almost always bound to be something that goes wrong. He can have an abrasive attitude towards those who are seen as more authoritative figures such as teachers, police, or dorm leaders. This can mean that Masayuki has a fair share of disagreements simply because he dislikes the person for their title or place in a social hierarchy.

"I ain't fond of people who're sayin' they'll change the place while doin' Jack shit is all. Like that Crow man - I'd eat a maggot-filled apple before trustin' a single feather on that fool's Cape. Although, you know the guy who's hair is on fire? Bless his heart, he's alright. Just doin' his best even if he's shy - I can't blame him for that. He's in my good books."

Outside of that, however, Masayuki can be a fairly pleasant person to be around! Armed with the ability to speak casually about almost anything and a lack of a filter that leads to overflowing compliments that most would hold back - he may be able to get along with his peers around him quite quickly.

"If someone's got something I think is awful good, I better speak up and let 'em know that they're a good person. Else they may be feelin' down and I coukda said somwthin' to improve their day. Unless they ask me to shut my trap, I don't see why I shouldn't compliment a pal. Just don't be a dick and harass 'em - that's what my mother would say."

Another thing of note with Masayuki is how he seems to behave oddly in certain situations. A mention of mermaids will have him tensing up as if there was a threat nearby, or perhaps the smell of ramen (no matter how well made) causing him to lose his appetite immediately - muscles tensed as if he had to hold himself back from doing something... The strangest, however, may be his constant scouring of newspapers and articles for any shred of news that may appear to be out of place... That, and the speed that he responds to any sort of threat, big or small.

"It ain't odd if you've seen what I've seen. Just don't grab me outta the blue and you won't get yerself a crowbar to the face - ya hear?"

Appearance:

Masayuki is relatively tall, standing at 6'4" with a tones build - his arms and legs fairly muscular from constant exercise and work. He wears a dark green coat over a white long-sleeved shirt, a fluffy lining to the coat that has lost its softness from regular wear and tear - often wearing ripped jeans of some sort that have... Strange dark stains on them that won't come out regardless of how many times they're washed. He also wears a worn pair of red trainers (often forgetting to tie the laces and suffering the consequences of such hubris.)

He has long, dark brown hair that is matted near the ends despite being somewhat brushed nearedlr the top - as if all the knots were brushed to the bottom before he gave up. Additionally, he has vitiligo with dark skin and lighter areas across his face and torso mostly. His eyes are a rich purple colour, with one of them being slightly lighter due to his blindness in that eye.

One of his main defining features, however, is his scars. The biggest one across his right eye has rendered that eye blind, with the other visible ones being a claw mark across his lips and another deep gash on the side of his face. Another injury is a scar between the middle and ring finger of his left hand going down both sides of his hand and past his wrist - as if his hand had been split apart and sewn back together. He also has limited movement in that hand unless he's willing to experience a fair amount of pain. Another scar that he has is one on his neck where his atery is. He also has his ears pierced.

Stats:

Strength - 8

Knowledge - 5

Charisma - 7

Dexterity - 9

Perception - 3

Background: Magicless Outsider

'A person cast out of their world and borne anew into ours. His role is uncertain and motives unclear, however, he's the last chance we've got.'

[He's unaffected by the effects of the blot, and doesn't suffer as much when it comes to the use of magic. However magical attacks are more likely to cause serious injuries.]

Difficulty: Not of this World

Masayuki isn't going to fit in. He'll have to pave his own path if he wants to get through this place alive...

Maximum stamina - 17

Maximum reason - 17

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Starts with 0 funds

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THREAT level increased

[NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE, TWISTED WONDERLAND, 20XX]

SOMETHING STRANGE IS HAPPENING IN OUR WORLD…

A VISCOUS INK SEEPS THROUGH THE CRACKS IN OUR WORLD. MAGIC IS BECOMING MORE DANGEROUS AND VOLATILE. PEOPLE ARE BECOMING TWISTED AND WARPED INTO DISGUSTING CREATURES AND TERRORISING ALL WHOM THEY COME ACROSS…

THE MAGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENT OVER THE PAST FEW YEARS BRINGS COMFORT… BUT ALSO NEW THREATS.

OLD GOD'S, MALICIOUS ELDRITCH BEINGS CAST AWAY FROM OUR WORLD TOWARDS ANOTHER TO SAVE US FROM THEIR MALEVOLENCE, ARE RETURNING DROP BY DROP AS REALITY BEGINS TO MELD AWAY INTO A DARK ABYSS…

A MAGICLESS WARRIOR SHALL BE DRAWN THROUGH THE MIRROR, ARMED WITH A CROWBAR AND THE WILLPOWER TO FIGHT WHATEVER STANDS IN THEIR WAY, TO INVESTIGATE THE MYSTERIES PLAGUING THE RAVEN'S SCHOOL… AND PERHAPS EVEN INVESTIGATE THE REALMS BEYOND.

THE LID OF THE COFFIN IS THROWN OPEN WITH A CRASH, A WEAPON OF RUSTED METAL HELD IN A STRONG HAND.

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THE END OF THE WORLD APPROACHES, AND THE FINAL CHANCE OF SURVIVAL HAS FINALLY ARRIVED IN THE DOOMED COLLEGE…

Old God

An ancient entity has cast its shadow across the world of Twisted Wonderland, bringing pain along with it. Was the magicless prefect sent to get rid of this scourge, or do they maybe have something to do with whoever brought it here in the first place..?

Title: The blot // 死のインク

There have been an abnormally large number of overblot occurring throughout Twisted Wonderland as of late, with the rate of witch that blot can be accumulated being found to be worryingly rapid, even in younger magicians with ough much magical power.

Could it have any connection to the viscous black liquid that can be found around the world..?

Old God's Rule: [Ancient spells are easier to find]

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The viscous liquid seems to seep through the cracks of the world itself. Leaking from budding roses that were doused in magic to change their hue just seconds before. Invading the senses of those foolish enough to bite into a potion-augmented apple only to receive a sticky, bitter mouthful of the inky darkness.

It bubbles up in the water of an oasis brought by a young magical who only wishis to help his people. It pours from cracks and seams of technology built from the foundations that are magical incantations. It mixes with the sand of the lion's roar and coats the thorns of the fae in a liquid sheen.

The old gods have found this world, and this one seems like it may just be here to stay...

Notes:

He's somewhat of a realist when it comes to encounter issues, although he tries his best to see them in an optimistic light (to varying degrees of success) and he's a serial extrovert with a track record of trying to be buddies with anyone who gets through the intimidating first impressions that can come with being over six feet tall, somewhat muscular, and wielding a crowbar.

He can be quite hot-and-cold with how secretive or honest he is with his feelings and opinions - being rather open with his opinions on people and things that may be happening while being silent about other things. Prime examples are where he got his scars and the reason for his dislike and active avoidance of things like ramen and fish (although, don't be mistaken - this walking disaster has eaten stale pumpkin rind. He's not exactly what one would call a picky eater, and I wouldn't be surprised if he could stomach Lilia's cooking...) His opinion on authority is... Well, he's somewhat of an anarchist - with a concrete dislike for police/authority figures of any kind. Especially when he thinks the rules given are trivial and quite honestly stupid. (he'll even be fairly verbal about how he feels about them.)

He's got a 'Take life as it comes' mentality, being quite relaxed as things happen but not just rolling over and letting it hit him without a fight - if something goes pear shaped then he's gonna come out with his crowbar swinging. He grew up in a city with limited technology, just using the television to keep up with the news as everything else tended to go haywire in the area, so it's safe to say that he's quite detached from social media and technology altogether. He even types with his index fingers.

He can be easily riled up if someone decides to push the right buttons, be it by accident or on purpose. But the outcome is usually some scathing comments or a scarily calm Masayuki with a look in his eye that suggests that whoever decided to agitate him should step back before they cross a line that they really shouldn't. Of course, he does prefer to play fair and likes it best when both sides in an argument or agreement can wager their bets without issue - although he's well aware that that isn't how the world works.

He's certainly quite old fashioned, having a tendency to find interests in hobbies like knitting and sewing along with his lack of interest in modern technology. He doesn't exactly dislike modern technology though, he simply likes to live the way he does. He's comfortable with it as it is (especially in the rare moments of peace where he can drop the vigilance and take a breather.) He's got plenty of energy though, and even if he's not too fond of fights he's certainly got the energy to end one if it looks like it poses a risk of getting nastier without his intervention. He's definitely not a perfectionist though. (And he's further from perfect than the entire political system.)

Masayuki's idea of self care is a warm shower to help any sore muscles from his work and then a calm day where he can read or sit outside all day without any stress. However, he's got no kind of skincare or hair care routine. Hell, his hair is matted at the ends and he'd cut them with whatever on hand if he felt like it (Vil is going to murder this lad I stg--) His idea of fun is what I said above though. A day without stress. He's not too much of a gamer, although horror games do seem to catch his attention quite easily and he can seem to play through most without being scared too easily unless it's something to do with fish for some reason... As for pet peeves for the twst cast - there aren't really any that I know of off the top of my head aside from Crowley's 'oh look at me I am gracious ohohohohoho' bullcrap.