#Country humans head cannons

[belladrawschstuff]

When your shitty 13 colonies become the world superpower

General info

Nicknames: Ame, stars, the Phoenix (ThEn IlL rAiSe YoU lIkE a PhOeNiX) He's friends with a lot of people, he mostly likes you as long as you respect him. He really is just his dad.

HCs

Because he's older than most countries he's kinda known as a lot of peoples mentor and some see him as an older brother

Speaking of mentors America was taught by a lot of old empires. People like Prussia, Russian empire and all his uncles along with a lot of other countries who taught him about their culture and language. But America did learn how to fly because of Prussia.

He has a few gifts from people, the sunglasses were originally given to him by Scotland but when America was taking care of west Germany, he got weirded out about the fact he couldn't see his eyes, so he made them have an eye tracker, the guitar was given to America by Britain as a way to say sorry for the revolution and war of 1812

He loves fluffy and soft things which is why his coat is fluffy despite the fact he can warm himself up by his fire

His personality disorder is mostly the reason he acts differently in certain situations than others. Its not that he doesn't know how to act its just he needs to have that experience to know how to act. An example is when he 1st started to date Russia because the only affection he knew how to put on other people was to Either act like a child like he was when he was younger or act like a guardian because he was an older brother and also because he's a father. France had to explain to Russia to take it slow and show America what to do.

The choker around Americas neck is from when he was younger. Because he has fire powers, he's kinda allergic to water so he gets burned by it so Britain made a little gem to keep him immune to water, so now he can talk underwater with no consequences.

America is forces to go the presidential debates but he doesn't really care anymore cause he knows both of the people are gonna be shit so he just uses that time to make fun of them.

To torture America Canada makes him watch Hamilton. Like imagine there was a musical about reliving you least favorite time in your life and also the story of how your friends died.

He hates his singing voice so he'll go outside to the forest and play his guitar on the edge of a nice cliff and blast music through his headphones.

America has extreme Arachniphobia. every time Australia loses one of his spiders America says you better find that spider before it finds me.

When his siblings were younger he used to sing to them because he didn't want Britain and France to have to wake up and deal with it.

After 9/11 America has to wear a hearing aid because new York is technically his brain, he covers his ears because of it

Idk how I forgot this one but Americas eyes changes colors depending on his mood. Blue and red is normal, only red is mad or ticked off, green is protective or wary, yellow means he has his eagle wings out and purple means he's bout to nuke you cause he's really mad like lvl 5. His eyes show not only his mood but also which persona is in control at the time ( which I figured out is called split personality disorder

He can also talk to the ancients and dead countries, so he just talks to them when he's bored, Canada can do the same since he is a ghost. If America doesn't have pupils and it's just fully white or black he's talking to them, but its more his internal thoughts that talk to him. he doesn't just start mummbling luckily.

Hes immune to most of the different abilities of other people, he doesn't get frozen in time which came in handy during the cold war, he can still see Canada even if he is a ghost, though Britain can still use magic on him, bad magic like cursing him doesn't work, France can still see his memories, but its mostly because their his parents.

(I know I'm making him over powered but like you should've expected that, I do live in America and America does have the best military by a landslide, so L)

Oh also meme of the day ( don't expect this to be normal)

[osspial]

thinking a lot about fullmetal alchemist and due to the power of my adhd being medicated i have a lot to say about it

(i finally started reading the manga after having watched FMA:B a few times)

(spoilers below cut)

i didn't really pick up on this before, it's really hitting hard how the core theme of FMA is Hiromu Arakawa trying to process the trauma of growing up in post-war Japan, thinking as a child that their country is just and right and good, and then slowly discovering the extent of Japan's war crimes and the depravity and evil that the country sunk to during the war. (there are MANY. Unit 731 seems particularly relevant to Marcoh's philospher's stone research). and discovering how, at the end of the war, Japan's leadership was fully willing to sacrifice the civilian lives of the entire country to maintain their own personal glory (lots of similarities to The Father's plan to destroy all of Amestris in order to achieve godhood).

and like, in that context, Edward/Alphonse and Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye are such brilliant foils for eachother. both Edward and Roy Mustang are incredibly driven people with no fear of personal pain that are willing to do absolutely anything to achieve their own goals and better Amestris. but Edward is young, and hot-blooded, and a loose cannon, and (at the start) unaware of the evils committed in Amestris's name. and he gets angry when he discovers those. meanwhile, Mustang is older, and more measured and much more constrained by the military hierarchy he's operating in, and he directly helped commit many of the war crimes that Amestris perpetrated. but he's racked with guilt over the innocent lives he's taken, and rather than drifting through Amestris solving problems as they come up (like Edward), he's fully committed to working within Amestris's evil fascist dictatorship and pulling wires behind the scene in order to become the supreme leader of Amestris and make the government more righteous with the full power of an entire country behind him.

I've got less to say about Alphonse and Riza Hawkeye, but they both are committed to Edward/Mustang to the point of death. both Alphonse and Riza are more level-headed than their partners, will do anything to protect them, and have gone through a lot of personal pain in order to help them achieve their ultimate goals. Neither Edward nor Roy would be where they are without Alphonse or Riza's help. Both Alphonse and Riza were active partners in the sins their respective duos committed (human transmutation and war crimes). and, even separated from their partners, both Alphone and Riza are incredibly capable individuals that are more than able to hold their own.

this extends to the character design. look at how Edward and Mustang mirror eachother in their hair (bangs in particular) and angry expression

and look at how Alphonse and Riza mirror eachother -- also in their hair and their large, expressive eyes

what an incredible piece of art. love seeing the amount of love and care that went into this.

(P.S. Royai is like peak relationship goals. i want what they have)

(P.P.S. there's a lot of depictions of common people as honest, good, hardworking, and faithful people that are trapped in horrible machines beyond their control, esp. in the first few chapters (the Leto arc, the mining town arc). i really like how Arakawa goes out of her way to absolve the common people of the sins of their circumstances. it's good stuff)

[the-anime-enthusiast]

MHA CHARACTERS TYPE IN WOMEN

#3 Shoto Todoroki

SHOTO TODOROKI - PHYSICAL

Bro does not care 😭🙏 I personally believe that romance is very hard for him to understand and emerse himself in, so whenever he finally meets someone nice he barely pays attention to the physical ✋😌

Besides that I still gotta provide some grounds of his attraction so to start I think he likes slim women, not like super skinny, he's okay with some chub but he prefers athleticism (I blame his dad), someone who looks like they run cross country 🫡

LEGS LEGS LEGS you got long legs? Folded. 8 different ways. 🫡 He likes em bigger, skinny, muscle, bro does not care, he just likes them 🙂‍↔️ Finds himself laying next to you at night rubbing them, not even in a sexual way, just like giving massages and touching them 🧍‍♀️

Long hair 😉 He prefers someone with natural color, just any natural color honestly, BUT AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR LONG STRAIGHT BLACK HAIR ‼️(momo cough cough) He's a very traditional man and finds beauty in traditional women 🤧

Small boobs ✋😌 He's never been a sexual person but loves em, something easy to grab 🌚

If you dress like a mom or a teacher he's puddy 🧍‍♀️ I believe he has a hard time expressing his feelings and understanding his own thoughts so this, he just kinda rolls with 😭 You got a thin maxi skirt, cardigan, SOME GLASSES? He's done for. K.O.‼️

Features don't matter a lot for him buuutt HE LOVES BEAUTY MARKS‼️ Like a lil mole on the face like Marilyn Monroe, he's checked out. His fav random feature he likes 🌞

SHOTO TODOROKI - MENTAL

Smart women 🙇‍♀️ Loves a big brain and someone who can just as logical as he is, seeing things for what they are on face surface 🙂‍↕️

motherly women 😭 He doesn't get it either but if you cook and clean for him ✋ Play with his hair til he falls asleep in your arms ✋ KISS HIS FOREHEAD ✋ He's a pile of puddy for you to play with bro 😭 He loves it 😌

SWEET AND GENTLE WHO DONT UNDERSTAND THEIR OWN STRENGTH‼️ He loves to give reassurance to the people he loves and ABSOLUTELY LOVES giving compliments, making you feel good about yourself, so when you often doubt yourself he kinda likes it 😭 Gives him an excuse to constantly tell you how great your doing and when you accept his compliments with warmth and love he practically dies 🫶

SHOTO TODOROKI - RANDOM

Had a crush on Kiyoko from HAIKYUU 🧍‍♀️ Watched it when he was like 12 and that was the first time he ever had a lil crush on somebody 🤭

LOVED watching the Geisha as a kid, always admired them so much, thought they were the most beautiful women he's ever seen too ❤️

BOARD GAMES‼️ Loves playing some board games with his s/o 🤩 Loves to play Mahjong, complex card games, even some of the new stuff like cards against humanity, but only when someone there to help him understand what's so funny about the game 😭🫶

Making tea and sweets are fav past time for him and his girl, Indulging her in her baking fantasies 😚 (stealing his dad's credit card information and buying her all the expensive supplies she needs) 🌝🎂

TRADITIONAL CLOTHING ‼️ GETS THIS BOY GOOOOIIIINNNGGGG ‼️ He loves it so so much, in an innocent way even, something about it lights the fire in his soul 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

THATS THE POST ‼️‼️Again, I've never been a huge fan of SHOTO but trust me ✋ I get it so HERES SOME HEAD CANNONS FOR YALL ‼️ Hope you enjoyed, I've always loved the idea that he's OBSESSED. with traditionalist things so writing about it was SO MUCH FUN ‼️

the Geisha thing is my fav ☺️ Just little SHOTO watching them go down the street with his mom, awestruck by their beauty 😭🫶🫶

THANKYOU FOR THE SUPPORT AND LOVE, IM SO SO GLAD YALL ENJOY MY DRABBLES ‼️ BYE BYE POOKIES 😚😚 (LEMME KNOW WHO ELSE I SHOULD DO, ILL DO ANY ME CHARACTER‼️) (literally any 👁️👁️)

YOURS TRULY ‼️ SMUDGE 😉

[hauntingkiki]

some venture headcannons that i came up with!

i hope you guys enjoy!

Some Basic Head-cannons

Venture x Reader Headcannons

Overwatch

2nd POV

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- they go by they/he pronouns, but mainly use they/them! (amab)

- they have a few cuts/scars from exploring and from the fights while at overwatch

- they listen to just about anything. goth rock? they have a playlist for it. country? turn the volume up!

- they have dimples! the one of their left side is more prominent than the one on their right :3

- since they speak spanish, if they forget a word in english, they'll say it in spanish so it's like a guessing game to figure out what they're saying (unless you also speak spanish)

- the words that they forget are recurring words, like they'll forget the word spaghetti in english, so they made a list of the spanish word and the english definition next to it. (it's your life saver)

- they've very clingy! but not in the bad way, like, they like to show you off around their coworkers! ex. holding your hand, an arm wrapped around your shoulders/waist, kisses on the check, forehead, nose, lips, hands :}

- if you're the one to kiss/give them attention in front of their coworkers, they easily get flustered and will not shut up about the interaction.

"oh! hana wants to show me something really quick! i'll be back, sloan!" *kisses their cheeks and walks off with hana*

*very flustered* "he...hehe...did you see that? i love my girlfriend/partner so much."

"yes, venture, we saw it."

"she's/they're so pretty."

- will randomly quote a line from a song out of nowhere.

"baby, we can do it, take the time, do it right. bum, bum, bam."

"what was that, sloan?"

"NOTHING!"

- has the coolest rock collection you have ever seen. in your shared bedroom, their side of the room is all rocks, sketches they made while exploring and work related stuff while your side is just all of your interests

- proud 24/7 yapper

- ^ will just talk about work, overwatch/his colleagues, random facts they know/learned

- while the two of you eat dinner, you two will have a yap fest where you just talk about random things! (work, interests, drama, or whatever pops into your heads!)

- they love to paint rocks and gift them to you out of the blue, so you have a small, but growing, collection of painted rocks by your truly

- they used to draw a lot when they were younger, but since they do more rock/structure drawings, their human sketches are a little rough but they will ALWAYS use you in order to improve

- they will paint their nails your favorite color and you will paint your their favorite color, but on your ring fingers, you'll have your favorite color and they'll have their favorite color

- matching tattoos with you :D

- they have some kind of autism, so when they get excited, they'll crack their knuckles, flap their hands around, tap/stomp their feet!

- when you both go to sleep, they'll take all the blankets and hog the whole bed.

"why weren't you in bed when i woke up?"

"hun, you took the whole bed."

"...no i didn't?"

they only do this if they had a long day at work (which is very rare surprisingly)

- apparently them eating rocks is cannon?!😭 but i think they'd also eat those candy rocks, and they LEARNED how to make them at home.

- has a HUGE ASS JAR of rocks and candy rocks.

you took one once and it was an actual rock. (thankfully you didn't chip a tooth unlike sloan)

- they rarely curse, but if they get overwhelmed/overstimulated they'll just shout a random curse word and everyone knows that you are needed immediately.

"ffffFFUCKK!!"

"WHERES Y/N?! SOMEONE GO GET Y/N IMMEDIATELY!"

- they want to get their tongue and ears pierced but is surprisingly scared of needles, so they're holding off the appointments (for some reason it's only piercing needles, they have no problem with tattoo needles)

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please request i need stuff to do☹️

[natalievoncatte]

“Careful with that! We have to assume everything here is dangerous.”

Lena would have preferred to be anywhere else. The last thing she wanted to occupy her afternoon was dealing with yet another reminder of her brother’s sprawling insanity. Every one of these weapons caches -he probably would have melodramatically called them “hideouts” or “secret bases”- was like a tombstone marking the grave of the only truly sincere, loving relationship she’d ever had in her life.

He hadn’t always been the slavering maniac with an incoherent obsession with killing a superhero. He’d been a protector and a benefactor, a chess opponent and a confidant, the only person in her life who presented an uncomplicated human connection, without any ulterior motives or conditions.

Everyone else wanted something from her. Money. Power. A competitive advantage. Technological secrets. Or just sex. Lena resented that most of all, the gray old men who saw nothing of her achievements or her intellect and regarded her as just another piece of ass with blue enough blood that they had to ask permission rather than simply grope.

Watching her crew load up the equipment in this sweltering heat made her physically ill, and she was glad she’d skipped breakfast. Kara would be upset if she knew.

She’s had to text Kara and let her know that she’d be out of the office and would have to skip their lunch plans. Kara was…

Kara was becoming a complication, because Kara was doing the one thing Lena wished she wouldn’t: She was giving Lena hope. She’d barreled into Lena’s life with an earnest intensity that had been bewildering at first and intriguing afterwards, with her insistence that they be friends, and constant reminders that they were friends, even as her eyes wandered to Lena’s cleavage or she unconsciously bit her lip and stared that smoldering stare just to look away at the last second.

Lena shook her head, clearing her thoughts of yet another Straight Best Friend taking her down that well-worn path of sapphic suffering. She had bigger fish to fry right now.

It was too bad that her relationship with Supergirl had been so chilly lately. It might have been easier to simply tip off the hero and the government agency she worked with and let them handle the clean up.

Lena was deep in reverie when one of the crates, a bulky reinforced one, dropped a good two feet from a forklift and the wood splintered as the locks burst free.

“Idiot!” Lena shouted at the driver. “This equipment is sensitive and potentially dangerous, and…”

“STARTUP SEQUENCE INITIATED.”

A metallic voice ground out of the crate and it shifted as something vast and bulky moved around inside. Lena stumbled back, glad she’d opted for a sensible set of flats for this, and turned to run.

A metallic claw crashed out of the crate, followed by an arm-mounted rotary cannon. The older model Lexosuit, one of the originals that Lex had planned to illegally smuggle out of the country in a fake theft scheme and sell to the Kasnians, stood up in its shaky, clanking way and took a few steps, shaking off planks and nylon straps the way a baby bird might shake off pieces of shell.

There was nowhere to go. The machine scanned the room, moving jerkily as it zeroed in on her.

Lex’s voice, a recording, boomed from its loudspeakers.

“Ah, dear sister, I see you’ve found another of my hidden fastnesses.”

You melodramatic-

“Oh well. I should thank you for setting off the security system. I won’t have to waste my precious time killing you myself. Au revoir, Lena!”

The suit spun its arm cannon and aimed at her. The barrels assembly made a half turn, the electric motor charging up as it cycled the first 32mm mass-reactive exploding shell into the chamber. Lex had once called it a masterpiece in the art of violating the Geneva Conventions. It was about to blow Lena inside out, and the subsequent shots reduce her to a the chunky consistency of a good bolognése.

But then there was a wind that was not a wind, and SHE was there.

Supergirl seized Lena with precision and grace, hands that could crush diamonds pressed just so over Lena’s ears to protect her from the roar of the guns. Lena wasn’t sure who screamed louder, her or Supergirl, as the revolving barrels ripped out their entire supply of ammunition in a few seconds, pummeling Supergirl’s back with explosions that could have shredded a tank, as the hero cradled Lena, sheltering her with her superhuman body.

When the hellstorm was over, the machine charged at them.

Supergirl did scream now, and fell upon the machine in a berserk rage. Lena had seen her in a fight before and knew she could be terrible to behold, but this was different. The empty suit was struck with such unending fury that she reduced it to shreds of metal and oil-spitting chunks of machinery in moments, spreading it halfway across the floor of warehouse.

When Supergirl rounded on her, Lena’s heart skipped. The hero’s chest was heaving, straining at the crest on her chest even as the bunching muscles on her arms and stomach pulled at the material, her perfect hair swirling around as she turned, that angelic face marred by a streak of oil and a sheen of sweat.

How dare she just look like that. It was incredibly unfair.

Before Lena knew it what was happening, Supergirl was lifting her into a heart-skipping bridal carry, pulling her much too close as she took off. On instinct, Lena pressed her eyes shut and buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck, to hide from the heights.

Moments later they landed, and Supergirl threw Lena’s balcony door back and deposited her on her feet, leaving her stumbling back against her kitchen island in a daze. Supergirl stared at her, looming over Lena with the height difference increased by her stacked heels and Lena having lost her shoes at some point, so her stocking toes were left curling on the cold floor.

“That thing almost killed you,” Supergirl snapped. “If Is been a millisecond later you’d be dead.”

Her voice was tight with emotion, somewhere between anger, exasperation, and terror, and it felt like a fist closed in Lena’s chest.

“Are you sure you just weren’t there to make sure I wasn’t taking Lex’s old suit for a spin myself?” Lena spat, though her voice trembled. “You don’t seem to trust a thing I say lately. If I tell you the sky is blue you’ll go check.”

Supergirl’s face flushed and Lena braced for another booming, self righteous speech about trust or safety or the meaning of teamwork or some such heroic nonsense, but then her voice shattered into a million pieces and tears welled wet in her eyes.

“All I want is for you to be okay.”

A thousand thoughts danced in Lena’s mind. To ask her why, to defy her, to taunt her, to demand what exactly it was that made Lena so damned important that this woman was so intense about her safety one moment and so angry the next.

In the dance of all those thoughts, the more base instinct won out. Lena grabbed Supergirl by the neck of her suit, just below those delightful collarbones of hers, and used it as a handle to pull herself into a hard, aggressive kiss.

The world hung still for a moment, and Lena felt it all pivot around her. Something big was happening here. Something huge, something…

Something forgotten entirely as Supergirl’s tongue roughly claimed Lena’s mouth and her hands raked over Lena’s ass, dragging her skirt up.

Oh God, she thought, this is actually happening.

Lips pressed to her skin, the words burning hot into her flesh like an invocation.

“Is this okay?” Supergirl whispered.

“Yes,” Lena moaned, without hesitation.

To be continued…

[iamzer0]

Hxh headcannons!!

(I’m going through insane writers block rn but I need to keep posting so here some scrumptious headcannons)

Hisoka: he went to a carnival one time and got mistaken for a worker.

Illumi: he 100% knows how to breakdance, convince me otherwise.

Leorio: he once tried venting to Killua and gon and they laughed at him(they thought he was joking)

Killua: has zero cooking skills and claims he’s the master chef.

Kurapika: he listens to country, indie, and jazz music.

Shalnark: he drops the most insane lore and never elaborates on it.

Feitan: makes the most out of pocket, absurd comments known to man. (That’s actually semi cannon)

Nobunaga: often forgets what day of the week it is.

Phinks: despite being an air head he knows a lot of strange and interesting facts.

Shalnark: he knows how to help deliver a baby.(don’t ask him why because he refuses to tell people why)

Alluka: she loves flutter shy and pinkie pie from mlp. She is my little pony’s number 1 fan.

Head chair man netoro: he has some INSANE grandpa lore and constantly drops his lore like it’s nothing.

Ging freecs: he has a really big pet peeve about socks and sandals. He secretly used to wear socks and sandals but no one will ever know.

Aunt mito: she knows some really weird facts about the human body.

Bisky: tried making sushi and it caught on fire. She wasn’t even using anything hot.

Machi: either burns down the kitchen or manages to make a 5 star meal there is no in between.

Pakunoda: when she was younger she liked boy bands. She would dig through the rubble in meteor city looking for boy band CDs.

That’s all for today lol have an amazing day love u all!(๑>◡<๑)

[beaudoesart]

Wow!! It's here!! Woo hoo.

ABILITY SWAP EW AU

Their personalities are the same. The plots, still the same. Their abilities are the only thing that changed lol.

Head cannons for Ellsworld as well X3

Thomas Andrews: Swapped with Edd

How he became super: Same way Edd did. Instead of Edd going on the roof it was Tom. He lost at nose goes.

He was born a girl. Started going by he/him pronouns in middle school.

Tom's name used to be: Tamara

Matthew Harris: Swapped with Tord

They were born a girl as well. They got top surgery in highschool. <3

Matt's name used to be: Matilda

Tord Andreasson: Swapped with Matt

Born a man

How she became a vampire: Tord was out getting groceries when it happened. A bat flew up to her and bit her on the neck. She punched the bat, and continued to their house.

Next morning she woke up a vampire.

She likes Edd and Matt's blood. Matt's taste very sweet, like ice cream. Edd's tastes sweet and savory. He likes Edd's more than Matt's and Tom's.

Tom's blood tastes radioactive, and like battery acid. She doesn't really drink his unless Matt or Edd aren't in there.

Edward Evans: Swapped with Tom

How he became monster: He was just born this way. He got it from his dad's side. His parents got divorced after Edd was born.

Edd's name used to be: Ellie

Extra:

In this AU Tord never left. Well, she did, but only for a year. She was called to war in her home country. That's where she met Pat and Pau. She got shot in the leg, making it difficult to continue the fight. She was able to go back home to England with her friends.

They would text, write, and call their friend every night. The others would tell her all the adventures they went on, ect, ect.

Monster and other info:

Edd hasn't let Matt know that he isn't entirely human yet.

So Edd, Tom, and Tord, don't really trust Matt enough to tell them about what Edd is. Only Tom and Tord know what Edd is.

Tom and Tord have been Edd's childhood friends. They met Matt in middle school, in 3rd year. They all sorta like each other but at the moment it's just TomMatt, and TordEdd.

Tord and Edd started liking each other in 5th grade. They started dating at the beginning of middle school.

Tord loves her scary dog privileges >:3

More monster info:

Tord and Tom found out about Edd when they were very little. Edd couldn't really control it too well back then.. givin that he was a child lol.

At first Tom and Tord were scared, along with Edd. He was afraid they'd hate him for what he was, but after a moment they started asking him questions about how this happened, was he super strong, etc, etc.

They were scared because they thought Edd would hurt them, but saw the fear in his eyes and realized they were both safe, and just honestly wanted to know what he was.

Tord and Tom would make sure Edd was always safe and never bullied. They'd protect him from any dangers.

He only really half turns. He tries his best to never transform completely. He only fully transformed once when he was younger due to a family death, with someone he was very close to.

He was upset and mad. They made sure to keep him calm. They wrapped him in blankets, gave him snacks, and stayed with him till he calmed down and felt better. They ended up sleeping with him that night, which helped him. He didn't talk for a while after that.

He mostly stayed in his room for about a week, not talking to anyone. Just nods and shakes of the head. They'd check in on him, seeing him half transformed in the room in his bed. They'd just sit with him and try and lift his spirits. It eventually worked and he was back to his normal happy self.

They continued to be be kids after that. Just living their lives. They'd go were no one else would go whenever they'd play. They would ask Edd if he'd transform sometimes. They both thought it was super cool, especially sense he'd get bigger.

Tord would sit in his lap whenever he'd transform. Edd was big enough for Tord to sit in or lay in his lap. *This is when Tord began to have feelings towards Edd*

Anyways yeah. Here's a sketch of them playing hide and seek when they were little. :3

THEY WILL BE POLLY!! It will be done... Bro.. why does he look like a goat 🤣😭💚

[chaosticbraindo]

kaijune - day 26: robot 🤖🦖

Chaos Kiryu / mechagodzilla first model

Along side project-Biollante, mankind has also began many other long term anti kaijus projects such as the mecha MOGUERA, the warship Gotengo, and most notably… project Cyber Dragon, later re-named project Mecha-Godzilla.

The project was the first of the anti kaiju weapons and was the combined efforts of US and Japan with the funding of various countries that resulted in a mechanical creation named Kiryu. The machine was made to be practical in combat, massive in size and extremely resilient but was also built to be light weight to aid in maneuverability and armed with heavy weaponry in its head and arms capable of blowing through multiple buildings with ease.

The project was deemed a success but it faced some issue… Kiryu requires a copious amount of energy and have limited ammunition. To solve this issue another project, or more accurately, a continuation of project Cyber Dragon named project Mecha-Godzilla was started.

Throughout the years, Gojira has fought in countless battles where it has part of itself carved out and left behind as the beast heal. Although most of these parts disintegrate over time, the skeletal fragments remain. After months of studying, it is learnt that these fragments generate a large and constant stream of energy humanity can use to their benefit- benefits such as powering Kiryu.

After some modifications and an extension of a “tail” where a separated spinal cord was contained and utilized to power the mecha, it was renamed to MechaGodzilla. While most of it remain the same, the mecha have some upgrades such as a plasma cannon in front of its “head” piece and 10 battery capsules on its back intended to store excess energy.

With these augmentations, MechaGodzilla’s time on the battlefield increased tenfold and it can even charge itself after a mission’s completion. This… was not enough however… as even though it can fight off smaller and weaker kaijus quite easily, the original Gojira itself was another story. In an attempt to attack Gojira when its organic adversary made landfall in a populated city, all of mechagodzilla weaponry proved useless against Gojira’s resilient and regeneration before receiving an atomic breath in retaliation, causing the Bot to malfunction.

In a last ditch attempt to save the city, Mechagodzilla was instructed to lead Gojira to the sea, something it was successful in but at the cost of itself being too damaged to return… after which it promptly shut down and sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Nothing could have been done to receive it, the ocean was too deep and the mech was deemed lost for multiple decades… until the arrival of Ultraman.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

While I love a good DP x DC, I feel there is so much potential with a DPxPJ crossover.

Danny's summer is looking to be pretty boring especially with his friends not in town. Tucker is heading for a tech filled summer camp, while Sam's Grandma Ida is taking her on a road trip while they rally and protest across the country (Sam's parents think she is going to etiquette camp). So Danny is complaining about how boring his summer is going to be to Clockwork. ClockWork (who I see as being an aspect of Kronos) decides to chuck Danny into Camp Halfblood. The camp think Danny is just another halfblood maybe a child of Melinoe or another underworld god especially with some of the things he says. FYI Jack and Maddie are still his parents and he is wholly human, people at camp and even the gods are making assumptions. I think Danny would be very powerful and even be able to take on a god. I mean he did subdue Pariah Dark and put him back in is coffin, where in cannon it took about 7 ancient ghost to do that. I think at first Danny would be a little angry at CW, but at least his summer is not going to be boring and he rolls with the camp's assumptions. Because let's be real here Danny likes to troll people.

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[belonareyna]

I think Fandom just made into my head and make it cannon.

1. Because Kevin and Thea did not star TALKING until Kevin was 18. TALKING. NOT DATING. I still don't like that relationship because of the different ways they survive their trauma of being in a fucking cult (also they experience was ABSOLUTELY different, Kevin was Riko’s property, Thea was "Raven's" idk if you know what I mean)

2. Aaron, up until this day, I hadn't found ANY reference in the book to the thought. "He thought he was different to the foxes and that he didn’t belong with the "outsiders"??? He gets mad when they say he acts like Andrew (which I get), but he's not the one saying he's the "normal" twin.

3. Andrew on his meds is a dangerous person, abusive even. And Neil sees it. I know their reality is not our privileged reality, but still.

"That's not okay," Neil said, pointing at the door.

"That's nothing," Nicky said.

Neil caught his arm as Nicky passed and hauled him to a stop. "Don't let him get away with things like that."

Nicky considered him for a moment, his smile fading into something small and tired. "Oh, Neil. You're going to make this so hard on yourself. Look," he said, tugging free and turning Neil toward the door. "Andrew is a little bit crazy. Your lines are not his lines, so you can get all huff and puff when he tramps across yours, but you'll never make him understand what he did wrong. Moreover, you'll never make him care. So just stay out of his way."

"He's like this because you let him get away with it," Neil said. "You're putting all of us at risk."

"That was my fault." Nicky opened the door and waited for Neil to precede him out. "I said something I shouldn't have, and I got what I deserved."

And everyone I have read here justifies his actions. I understand his actions, and where they're coming from. But justifie them? Nope

4. Kevin is not a bitch for leaving Jean. Do you know when they rescue someone from human trafficking? How they can not get back for the rest of them, because then they would be put in danger again? The same goes for here. Getting back would literally make Riko not have one but two victims again. And it's unfair to Jean, but this is nothing but the Moriyamas fault.

5. Nicky makes absolutely horrible comments & disgusting "offers." But he's not just that. He's a 20 or 21 kid who flew from his save place to a country where he almost committed suicide to fight for two 14-year-old traumatized children, so they weren't given to his good for nothing parents. He protected them the best he could.

FROM NOW ON THOUGHTS AND MY OWN HEADCANNONS

6. Andrew is a 19 traumatized child who still wants his brother. Why the fuck he's always bringing Tilda? Because he wants a reaction from Aaron. Through the series, Neil says that Aaron is quite apathetic to everything. But Tilda's dead must still burn. Why mention it when there is no need if not to get a reaction? I don't believe he just brings it to hurt Aaron.

7. Dan had no right to be angry about Kevin omitting the truth about Wymack being his father. Kevin says he was trying to convince himself that by holding the secret, he was saving David (which actually is true. Her mother died in an accident orchestrated by the Moriyamas), it was not his only reason, but it was a good reasoning.

8. Matt & Aaron should have been endgame. (If you made it though here tell me about a weird aftg couple you ship)

Justification of all of this: is 2a.m. in the morning and I have fever

[balladofthewhitehorse]

#2 for engport please!

Thank you for the prompt <3 I wasn’t sure which prompt list you were referring to, so you get both!

[Set During The Peninsular War] + [Battle of Rolica] 

Portugal stood still, trembling in a brand of sunlight. ‘’Get out-’’ He started, abject fury curling in the back of his throat as he stepped towards France - jabbing his finger at them. ‘’Get out of my house.’’ Heart thudding in his chest, Portugal watched as the taller man regarded him with a cool look (like a fox in a henhouse; And the dog was away). ‘’Did you hear me, Fran-’’ 

‘’I heard.’’ A shrug, as if they had only been discussing the weather - Sunny with a chance of martyrdom, France mused quietly. ‘’Shame. I liked you.’’ Their eyes flashed as they slowly stood up and approached Portugal, arms folded behind their back as they cleared their throat, shrugging lazily. ‘’Spain’s troops are arriving anyday, Portugal. You’re welcome to join him.’’ A lofty smile, France raising their chin proudly. ‘’Brothers are a rare thing to come by.’’ 

‘’Why do you say that-?’’ Portugal retorted testily, hackles bristling. ‘’Is that a threat?’’ 

France almost looked disappointed, brows furrowing as they shook their head. ‘’Only cautioning you.’’ They paced the room - strides long and methodical, France’s expression pinched thoughtfully as a long silence stretched (Portugal dared not interrupt - somehow even the very quietness was envenomed). ‘’Your regent has gone already, hasn’t he?’’ It was a cowardly flight - France hovering on the port, nerves thrumming long after the ship had vanished; Coiled tight, expecting a fight that had ended up never happening.

‘’What a fool.’’ Anger dripped from their tongue, France glaring at Portugal suddenly - eyes boring into them. ‘’This is not what the Nation of Portugal is. This is not what you deserve, I can give-’’ 

‘’I will not accept it.’’ Portugal bit back, a lump rising in his throat (the people were angry, their restlessness only fanning his own - until Portugal could no longer tell what parts of him were them and what parts were him alone). ‘’Fuck you, I am more than just-’’ His face contorted, wild and defiant as he lunged for France - grasping the front of their embroidered shirt with balled fists, jerking France close with a venegful hiss. ‘’-My Crown!’’ Portugal bit his tongue, trembling in place (A heady rush of earth and sea - salt-kissed soil - who was he?) 

France regarded this with a lofty smile, peering over the bridge of their graceful nose. ‘’I assume you’re already aware of the consequences.’’ Something venomous crept into their voice, an adder in a lonesome field somewhere by the Seine - France releasing a frustrated huff as they shook their head. Typical, there was that familiar stubbornness (France had tasted its steel, as Spain tore a bloody hole in their flank) and they almost felt a laugh creep up their throat. ‘’For starters, I have your brother’s head pickling in a fucking wine barrel.’’ 

 “No, you fucking don’t.” He wrestled the urge to tackle France right then and there, as the taller country began to slowly walk away. Forget humans and their elaborate warfare, forget their swords and cannons and ships. Portugal wanted to tear into France, talons and teeth alike, a ferocious animal. 

“Why don’t you find out?” France sneered, casting him a malicious glance over their shoulder. “Or are you waiting for your…what’s his name again?” They scoffed, rolling their eyes loftily. “For Perfidious Albion to come running to your heel again?” 

“He’s-“ 

“He’s a dog, Portugal.” 

As France’s footsteps faded down the hallway, Portugal bit back a rising cry of outrage. He’s my Dog, Portugal wanted to hiss - to grab his sword and run France through right here and now, Napoleon be damned. Where anger rose, there was a pang of grief - Portugal suddenly subsumed in a wave of emotion as the weight began to sink in (an anchor around his throat, hands clawing at the briny rope). He had to fight France. For Spain, for England. 

Furious tears welled up in his eyes, Portugal nodding solemnly to himself. 

For Spain, For England. 

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Up, up and over the horizon - Portugal saw it, a ragged banner, blood-red and white. The face of St George was upon him, and Portugal waited patiently as a figure hovered at the prow of the ship, and did not wait before scrambling over its hull, tumbling into the stormy waters (some soldiers nearby had spotted a few of the British lose their lives as their landing craft tumbled in the water - but he knew England had eyes only for him). “About time.” He ground out as England emerged from the salt and foam, slick with brine and arms outstretched. 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second-“ England breathed out, grasping Portugal’s hands - his knuckles were red and raw, shaking as they cradled his lover’s palms (the imprint of a sword’s handle, a personal desire to kill France up close and personal, rather than the distant fury of a musket gun). “-without you hurting yourself, can I?” He growled, heart thudding in his chest - eyes troved Portugal’s body, searching for wounds or bruises, the tumbling of lost land or burned cities. 

“I’m fine.” Portugal replied stiffly, squeezing England’s hand. He knew they couldn’t waste time, jawline tense as he glanced towards his generals. “I mean, it’s okay-“ What burned in England, Portugal understood now to be something more intense than loyalty - something that could not be bought with gold or spice or the newest thing from afar, and as he watched England (his gaze ragged and worn, a man in a trance - the tireless duty of the Grim to its Church).

‘’Come on-’’ He cleared his throat, frowning solemnly. ‘’-We can’t waste any time.’’ ‘’No-!’’ England barked with frustration, staring at Portugal in a mix of disbelief and distress as the man turned on his heel - England trotting after him in a hurry, jaw set as he tried to resist grabbing Portugal by the shoulder. ‘’-No, it’s not okay!’’ A snarl rushed out of England’s throat, lips curling (red gums and white teeth bared, his shoulders bunched defensively). ‘’Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve gotten yourself hurt or killed.’’ He squeezed his hand tightly around the muzzle of his musket gun and cleared his throat sagely. 

Now ruined from the saltwater, Portugal knew that it was ineffective - but not totally useless, given England’s tendency for melee warfare.

‘’Stop that!’’ Portugal snapped suddenly. He stomped his boot against the sandy earth. ‘’We’ve got France’s army breathing down our necks, and I haven’t got time to deal with you-’’ He faltered, England’s gaze heavy as he shook his head. ‘’-Come on, we’ve…we’ve got a long march ahead of us.’’ His brows twisted together in frustration, Portugal scarcely feeling England’s hand on his shoulder. ‘’Get off me.’’ England opened his mouth to say something - and thought better of it, eyes dark as he nodded stubbornly. Without another word, England skulked onward and Portugal fell in step beside him - the sun sweltering overhead as the two men marched in time with one another. 

Guilt clawed at Portugal’s belly, as he kept his gaze level with the horizon (the visible horizon has long been vital to survival and successful navigation, especially at sea - and although Portugal was not at sea, he hoped that it might give him luck; Both in the war and in personal affairs). ‘’...Thanks, for coming.’’ Portugal cleared his throat as he watched his countryside past him, a quiet dread cold and heavy in his chest. ‘’I wouldn’t have wanted to do this alone.’’ But, I would’ve. If you hadn’t turned up - went unsaid, a defensive flash in Portugal’s eyes. 

‘’Of course.’’ England replied numbly, nodding curtly. ‘’That is the rules of our alliance.’’ A flare of irritation blazed through Portugal, although his eyes betrayed nothing; England was right. Ties of blood and ink traced his veins as much as salt and earth did, and Portugal was at war with someone he had once called a brother. Spain was fighting back where he could, and Portugal felt himself weak for the loyalty and affection he still felt for him.

‘’Good-’’ A man called out towards him, Portugal’s gaze flickering off to the right as he squeezed the hilt of his sabre. ‘’-You know your role. I’ll see you after the battle.’’ The look England casted him was a wounding one, Portugal’s lips thinning with distaste as he tried to say something.

England was gone by then - disappearing with the rest of his men, a tightly-wound figure grasping at the hilt of his sword, at the muzzle of his rifle as England longed to strike something (to tear, to bite - to be a dog). ‘’...What are you looking at?’’ He grumbled softly, glancing at his neighbour with a weary, hallowed look in his eyes. ‘’Keep your eyes forward. The French aren’t gonna give you a warning before they blast your brain out.’’ England cleared his throat - before slowly reaching out a hand, gingerly patting the soldier’s back. It would be okay, the gesture said with each gentle thump. England wouldn’t fail.

He wouldn’t. 

Portugal had gone with Trant and his men towards the West - and each passing second was another noose for England’s throat, pulling tighter as he frowned. If France noticed him approaching - it would spell disaster, and quietly the man (pining - a dog left in the backyard, tied to a post and frustrated) moved slowly towards the front, shouldering his way through the crowded army. ‘’Sir-’’ He licked his lips nervously, staring up at Wellesley. ‘’Sir, can we-’’ Sensing the nation’s impatience, Wellesley nodded curtly - and gave the command. It was just a little after 9am, and England watched the horizon for Portugal. If France was…he shouldered through the foray, a snarl rising in his throat as he lifted the muzzle of his gun, a blast of gunpowder and smoke wreathing the air. With impatience, England rammed a fist into the gut of a soldier - curses thick on his tongue as he peered through the foray of dazzling uniform, eyes wild and furtive (the dog began to howl - baying for its master). 

‘’It’s me, you want-!’’ England shouted desperately, furiously as he slammed the butt of his rifle against the ground, knuckles white with terror. ‘’France-! Come to me! It’s me you want-!’’ It was the same as it had always been, the channel between the warring cliffs - an eye for an eye. 

There was a rush - clumsy and unplanned, England’s teeth grit with frustration as he cursed the foolhardy colonel (and yet, all the same, the man could not bring himself to entirely resent Lake; Did he not yearn for spilled blood? To spill himself into Portugal’s arms?) Shots rang out and men tumbled like stones, rattling down the steep hill-side as England found his feet leaden, dragged through the earth and the men and the blood that seeped through the grass. A familiar voice shot across the battlefield and he jerked forward ( and the Earth shifted with him). 

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Portugal wound himself against France’s body, blade to the nation’s throat as they writhed on the ground (He found himself wrestling with fate; Death gripping the front of his shirt as they slammed the butt of their musket against his nose, a sickly snap of cartilage). Dazed, he gave France a swift kick, thrusting his shin against their groin - a muffled curse of outrage as the other country released their hold, allowing Portugal to scramble to his feet. ‘’Fuck you-!’’ 

France didn’t say anything. A chilling silence amongst the scuffles and swears of soldiers, a figment of legend (Had Jeanne D’arc been this tight-lipped among the flames so long ago? It was hard to say - but France would carry her legacy on), as France lifted themselves from the ground and wiped their shirt, a streak of blood - Portugal’s blood - across their jacket. 

The look on their face was a patient one - a hungry one, la Bête du Gévaudan, as France held their sword before them. There was a flash of steel as they moved (Two roosters in the pit - a pair of spurs between them; France made the first move, sinking their sword into Portugal). Round and round they went, with quick swipes and strikes; A sword lost, a sword shattered as they grappled with one another. 

The men around them knew not to interrupt - knew not to intervene. Portugal bit back a curse as France slammed him against the ground, teeth cracking as they shoved their hands around his throat. There was a faint ringing in Portugal’s ears, a snarl bitten back as he felt France’s palm against the bob of his Adam’s Apple. ‘’Bastard.’’ He ground out wretchedly, jamming the remains of a broken sword against France’s breast - bruise purpling his throat. ‘’Portugal-!’’ England came charging through the crowd with teeth bared, dragging France off - enveloping them in his jaws, England burning with fury (Biting-! Biting down into the neck; A dog making off with the farmer’s prized rooster). He scarcely heard Portugal - calling after him - as they both tumbled, slick with earth and blood down the hill; France had dug a hand in his hair, and tugged while England’s teeth clenched against his throat with a growl.

 ‘’Get off-!’’ France shouted, England’s eyes watering as France jerked a boot into his belly, scrambling to their feet. They didn’t seem to take note of the teeth left in their throat, eyes narrowing as they bent to the wet grass; A discarded sword, one of somebody’s soldiers - whose side they had been fighting for was of no concern to France - and stared down their old enemy (old friend, old family, old neighbour). Without a word, they charged England and collided blade-first, crashing against one another like the choppy tides of the Strait.

Portugal cursed as he ran after England and France. They tumbled through the fray, wild and feral things (Squabbles of Man left behind; History bubbling through Portugal’s veins - forgotten grudges brought to the fore); Portugal, France and England wrestled with the weight of each other’s existence - and they crashed in weary, bloodied heaps. As France rolled away, slowly rising to their feet, Portugal rose too - and glared heavily at them, fists balled. 

France’s gaze flickered towards where his men were slowly drawing into a retreat. A bloody trail flowed down their throat, down their chest - down from their open palms, their face grim as they quietly stepped past Portugal, head held high (hair sticky with blood and earth, all too human for their liking). They fell in line with the rest of their men, and soon they were gone.

‘’...England-’’ Portugal cast his friend a furtive look, once France had slipped over the crest of the hill. Anger and relief thrummed through their veins, hot and heavy and all at once as he bit his tongue, fists trembling (adrenaline tumbled through them - the rush of the currents, pulling him hither and thither, sending him falling over and over). ‘’-What the fuck?’’ Shame plucked at his heart-strings, Portugal frowning solemnly. His friend was ragged and worn, bruises like sunsets, and still England stood before him patiently - expectantly. ‘’You bit France!?’’  ‘’Yes.’’ Came a robotic reply, England’s eyes wide and heavy as he began to croon. ‘’Portu-’’ Portugal held a hand up, shaking his head. ‘’England.’’ He couldn’t do it now, not in the middle of the battlefield; Not with the pair of them still in their soiled uniforms - wretched souls. ‘’You need a wash.’’ Fingers looped around England’s, laced together (Promise that you’ll use the finest soap - Promise that you’ll use the warmest towel - Promise that you’ll look after yourself) as they slowly began to lead the other out of the field, weary and dog-tired.

[ 2 ] - “will you marry me?”

‘’Will you marry me?’’ England’s eyebrows shot up as Portugal spoke, voice faint as it drifted from the sofa; An old thing, he had been meaning to get rid of the raggedy thing for a long time - and had simply never gotten around to it yet. ‘’W-wh…do we need to?’’ He replied, pursing his lips together as Portugal slowly got up (the shuffle of a cushion as it was kicked off onto the floor, and then carefully picked up and swung back down on the sofa). The spatula dandled in his hand for a heart-beat, England mulling over his question - just as Portugal appeared in the doorway.

‘’Do we need to?’’ Portugal replied sarcastically, smiling impishly.

‘’Are you serious?’’ 

England bristled defensively, sticking his tongue out as Portugal approached him; Arms looped around his middle, a red flush racing up the back of England’s neck as Portugal gently tugged him up - as if trying to lift him. ‘’I assumed we were already.’’ He grumbled softly, bumping Portugal with his hips as he gently lifted the spatula to his boyfriend’s lips - Does this taste good? - and smiled lightly; In the bright glare of the kitchen lights, England could follow the lines of his wrinkles and scars, rifts wrought by disaster and battle alike.

‘’You know, treaty of perpetual friendship.’’ He shrugged, looking back towards the pan. ‘’Seems fi-’’ Portugal scoffed, pinching England’s ear gently - leaning up on his tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his neck. ‘’Friendship.’’ He pointed out, manner-of-factly. ‘’I want something official.’’ A gleam of pride shone in Portugal’s eyes (A sunken treasure - golden and desirable, England’s heart racing as he caught sight of it). ‘’And I have just done something amazing.’’ It had been a long time coming - but Portugal was caught up in the joy of his people. ‘’Before you too.’’ 

‘’I was wondering what got you in the mood all of a sudden-’’ ‘’Edmund-’’ Portugal breathed. ‘’-I just want to pretend we’re just humans for a bit.’’ England blinked at the use of his human name, guilt coiling inside him as he sighed. It was a cute idea - and how many times had they proven their devotion to one another, but by cutting one another into pieces? Portugal was right - and England slowly turned around, shifting so that he could tuck his boyfriend close to his chest, cradling his head in his hand with a oft sigh. ‘’Then yes, I would love to marry you.’’

It was hardly the most romantic way to go about a proposal - England mused wryly that they were both standing around in sweatpants and underwear in the bright glare of the kitchen’s halogen lights. ‘’Not going to start crying with joy?’’ Portugal teased lightly, snorting as he hugged England tightly. In the grand scheme of things, humans were fleeting - finite things in comparison, and Portugal knew that he could not always escape his duty; It thrummed beneath his skin, hungry and protective, the beating heart of his nation and Portugal knew that he would always yearn for his homeland in the end, for the rush of the tumbling sea beneath his feet. Yet, to be able to slake off that heavy burden - even for a brief moment, even for a short wedding, it was truly a precious thing. ‘’You wept the first time that I kissed you. I thought you were a wuss.’’

‘’That’s it, I’m breaking up-’’ 

Portugal let out a bark of laughter, tugging England’s shirt as he pulled the man close into a warm kiss (The forest rising to embrace the dawn; The Sun come again). ‘’Eu te amo.’’

[belladrawschstuff]

Reunion

November 9th 1989 was the year the Berlin wall fell and Germany was reunited so basically tomorrow but y'all need something.

Now in my AU east and west have always been separate people and lets just say the 2 have lived very different lives under the 2 separate countries. On one hand you have west Germany who was under America, he was still trained and definitely had to do seal training after it was introduced in 1962 but he was still treated like a human and got enough breaks, America definitely was an older brother in Germanys eyes. He was cared for, fed, and was made sure he was safe. He got to hang out with the states and helped them and made sure America got actual rest and could do his responsibilities. On the other hand you had east, now Soviet hated Nazi with a burning passion ( in my AU Soviet actually hates gay people which is why Russia got punished more than the others so yeah no sovnazi in my AU.) So east didn't really get a chance for anything but also couldn't exactly train because of one factor. As y'all know.each country has their own special power if they don't have an animal or an element they get their own power. And East's is to teleport but he didn't know that he had that or how to use it but Soviet didn't know that and the only way to teleport is if you have your hands free so Soviet tied his hands together. He was still forced to clean the whole house while Soviet had his responsibilities of beating up his other kids. Now east was used to alcohol near the end of WW2 because of his dad but it was never the extent to how Soviet got despite having a strong system for it he was always drunk and never really was able to rationalize what was happening. I'm I just really wanted to create this peice but I can also info dump on yall. Also sorry if the style looks weird, I'm so used to my other simple one for my Sky page that I just haven't done art like this and I think I forgot how to shade and all that.

[gx-gameon]

I have a couple of questions about the bonds beyond time arc of your story and I apologize if you answered these already.

Would Jesse travel with Jaden and join him on the adventure? I feel like Jaden would seek him out after graduating, maybe attend his graduation ceremony to surprise him.

And since the Crystal Beasts and the Rainbow Dragon only allow Jesse(and Jaden) to summon them, would Paradox kidnap Jesse and use his power to obtain the dragon?

Oh I love this.

1) I’m a big fan of Jesse bullying his way into traveling with Jaden.

He came to Duel Academy’s graduation to surprise all his friends (specifically Jaden,) and celebrate. (Jim and Axel do to. I’m also a big believer that these three have a separate group chat because they are the three exchange students who got dragged into all of this. They planed this trip together)

But Jaden isn’t there. The boy skipped his own graduation and took off.

He’s got a head start but Jesse’s never been one to quit and he might have snagged Yugi’s number before the DM cast left after the Dark World fiasco.

He reaches out and figures out where Jaden is heading. They have a few near misses but eventually Jesse catches up. (gap years are super common in Europe so it’s not like Jesse traveling the world with his friend looks weird to anyone from home)

Jaden’s surprised but the addition of Jesse is not unwelcome. After all Jaden basically left to live Jesse’s dream. He’s helping bring duel spirits and humans together. He’s a literal bridge.

The two travel together have adventures and checking in with Jaden’s family. They are thrilled that Jesse is with him. They were worried about Jaden being ‘alone’ in foreign countries. Yes he has his duel spirits but it’s different walking around by yourself vs walking around with a group. They know Jaden can handle himself but they are over protective parents

They do stop at domino (the tournament arc. Or maybe that’s where they meet up again I’m still playing with ideas)

But eventually Paradox arrives and steals Cyber End Dragon. Zane and Syrus call Jaden about it and the two start looking for it. But the Dragon finds them first.

Now your second idea…..

I love this. I never thought about him needing Jesse to summon Rainbow dragon. I think in cannon he steals it the same way he does Stardust where he traps the spirit in a different card, therefore severing the connection with the original owner.

But let’s say that’s not how it works.

I’m a big believer that Jesse could learn to be a physic duelist (Chazz to but we will talk about him another day)

Jesse can see spirits and has a strong connection to his cards to the point where he calls them family and they allow no one else to use them without either Jesse’s permission or corruption.

With training Jesse could absolutely bring them into the real world. It will take time but he can learn.

Note: I think when he and Jaden reunite and are hanging out Ruby appears and Jesse’s petting the spirit but he can’t truly feel it you know. And Jaden just goes “may I” and brushes his hand against Ruby bringing her into their dimension. Ruby is thrilled!! It’s cuddle time. Jesse is shocked. One Ruby is here! But two he felt Jaden’s power in his own soul when he brought Ruby through. Jesse’s so close with his cards they are a part of him and when Jaden used his own power (his ba) to bring Ruby (Jesse’s ka) into their world, he quite literally touched a part of Jesse’s soul. Jesse wants to learn how to do this as well, but there is also just something so special about Jaden bringing his family into this world. The gentle feeling of Jaden’s powers washing over Jesse’s soul as he draws the spirits through.

Back on topic!!!

So let’s say that Paradox steals Rainbow dragon. He probably had to attack Jesse to even get a shot at Rainbow Dragon. He tries to summon it but Rainbow Dragon refuses to appear.

Paradox can’t figure it out until he looks at the beat down but not defeated Jesse and puts two and two together. He hears Jaden running towards them and sicks Stardust on the boy to distract him. He hops on his duel wheel and takes off, straight at Jesse. Grabbing the boy and taking him with him. If the man can time travel he’s got to have some crazy magic or tech and uses either or to drain Jesse energy and uses it to summon Rainbow Dragon to ‘finish’ Jaden off before taking off for Yugi’s time.

Of course Jaden doesn’t die but he’s just watched Jesse get kidnapped again.

It’s a really fun idea. I need to work shop it more before I could be happy with it. But it’s a fun idea. I don’t know if it will be cannon here but it could be a fun oneshot.

[tinydefector]

Bumblebee, Charlie and Ralph

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Bumblebee masterlist

Masterlist

Silly little thing that popped up in my head over Raphael from TFP and his ability to understand Bumblebee, and also Charlie from the Bumblebee movie.

It's a little headcannon over how Raph can understand Bumblebee and cybertronian so well, and reason he is so good with technology.

Bumblebee is based 1987

TFP is based 2007

20 years between.

I have a cute little headcanon that Raph is Charlie's son. I like to think after bee left she didn't make alot of good decisions and in 1995 she had Raph, but her partner at the time split with her leaving her trying to raise a baby by herself halfway across the country, and she uses her one emergency call to get in contact with Bumblebee hoping he can just drive her back to California. Bee instead makes it his so mission to look after both Charlie and baby Raph, and they end up in Jasper.

Optimus at first is not very happy about it, for one mirage refuses to leave Brooklyn due to Noah being there, and now Bumblebee shows up at base with the human Optimus made Bumblebee cut contact with. And not only that there was a human baby involved too. But eventually optimus relents, and Bumblebee set Charlie up, she had looked after him and he would do everything to look after her.

Over time Bee becomes the closest thing to a dad Ralph has, and the young Autobot scout adores him so much. And Ralph begins to understand Bumblebee's beeps and chirps outside of the stereo talk. It's a shock to all of them when toddler Ralph begins babbling in small bits of Cybertronian.

Charlie and Bee end up together not as Conjunx officially because both are two shy to ask the other into a relationship but it's very much a stablished that they are Ralph's parent's. And every Autobot on base knows that they are together.

Ralph as a baby adores Ratchet, despite the grumpy medic stating he didn't wish to squish the young boy, poor ratchet unofficially becomes his grandfather, and Ratchet adores sitting there with Raphael as the young boy watches him type away, he ever starts teaching him how to read Cybertronian at the young ages.

And as Ralph gets older, he learns very quickly 'don't talk about home life' and for a long while it's very isolating not having people he can talk to about the bots. Charlie had Noah, Kris and Elena, agent Fowler. But Ralph didn't bave friends he could talk too. That's until Arcee messes up one day and Jack comes into the picture, and Ralph takes to him and then Miko so quickly, he finally has friends who know about the bots, and he can talk to them openly about it. The next generation of humans who knew about the bots.

So, in conclusion, I have a head cannon of Ralph being Charlie and Bumblebee's kid.

@youkaiyume you might like this. (Sweats)

Enjoy my sleep deprived thoughts

[cayennesugar]

Hiii!!

Could we possibly get some head cannons for quick shadow if you didn't do that already? (I love your blog and I agree quickshadow is definitely pookie)

- she was hella popular in the academies she went to growing up but preferred to live a low-profile life once she graduated

- she sneaks on the bot sized console in the firehouse every night to play GTA and Forza Horizon

- she’s everything LUXURY if you present her something she doesn’t like she will gag and walk away from you

- she’s secretly a literal goober around people she’s comfortable with, it’s basically how she and Blades got along so well after she settled on Griffin Rock

- before Quickshadow and Heatwave devoted their sparks into a committed relationship together; Quickshadow would barge into his room at night and wake him up because she wants a sparring partner

- it annoyed heatwave at first but he eventually warmed up to it agreeing without hesitation whenever she demanded a sparring partner or someone to go on late-night drives with🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

- She loves late night drives, she will use her built-in space/ground bridge tech to go anywhere in the world and take a breather, and all the beauty around her

- nobody else knows but she watches Mavin Dangers movies (idk and idc if I spelled that guys name right lmao) and other action/spy/mystery films

- she loves watching Formula 1, her favorite driver is Max Verstappen because she understands how it feels to be pressured into performing her best

- she someday hopes to attend a race in her free time and scan an F1 vehicle

- she has entire collections of luxury and exotic vehicles hidden in some of Windblade’s cashes, she can scan any of them, enabling her to blend in in different countries during missions. 💶💶💶

- one of her favorite songs is perfect love by House of Prince (literally listening to it as I’m typing this 😍)

- in her human form, she met Lady Gaga 👀

- she takes everyone shopping and offers to look after the kids when needed

- she HAD an ex boyfriend who was very abusive (Heatwave killed him and obviously didn’t go to jail) 🤭

- she’s really good at long and short-range combat, which made her climb the autobot ranks pretty fast and allow her to roam freely around the galaxy

- she and Blurr squabble every single day and they somehow end up racing with each other or falling asleep like cats in a lil pile on a bot-sized beanbag 💀🥺

- she and Hightide are a therapy duo; in Faxian, they take time and go to the beach and just talk about whatever they feel needs to be heard, like stuff from the war, deaths of loved ones, life before the war, etc. 😔

- Quickshadow does the Cybertromian equivalence of ballet, which is how she’s so immediate and firm on her peds 🩰✨

- she shares gossip and talk with the local residents of Faxian 💥

- she knows how to play the violin and piano very well

When you said some I hope you meant a lot 🫣🫣🫣

[thorn-thorny-thorn]

Xmas doe head cannons because he's my comfort character:

Two: realtors, house consumption, kidnapping

❤ steals your sweaters. He'll wear nothing under them even if they're comedically big. If they're too small he'll tie it around his neck country Club style.

❤speaking of which he doesn't own a coat because he's naturally warm. He'll put you in so many layers of jackets and coats that you can't move.

❤love's Snow. Won't come back inside. You might have to drag him in or offer cuddles.

❤ he likes hot choccy. He doesn't let you drink egg not because he heard raw eggs harm humans.

❤ he loves Xmas movies. His favorite is the Grinch because he relates to being an outcast.

❤he hates home alone. Reminds him of talo and other realtors in uncanny valley. He thinks Kevin is the House's human and setting traps for the robbers so the house can trap them.

❤ tries to bake cookies and fails. Ask the neighbors how to cook cookies. They teach him

❤ thinks Santa is real.

❤ likes decorating

❤he wants to ethier eat or attack the Xmas tree. He wants you to decorate him like one too!

❤ loves driving with you so he can see decorated houses.

❤ all year he writes down everything you want. He's been preping. Gets you as much as he can. He thinks he's competing with Santa to get you the best gift.

❤if you have guests over, he'll try to socialise but it's overwhelming

❤ waits for Santa. He wants to steal the sleigh

❤he always asks for you for xmas

❤ doesn't understand why people hate "all I want for Xmas is you" he loves the romantic themes of the song

❤keeps asking what you want for Xmas despite his long list

❤would think mall Santa's were real santa

❤ helps you clean the house, or tries to. He's not allowed in the kitchen so he can't help you cook.

❤ can't figure out wrapping paper. He's wrapped himself up on multiple occasions. He kinda just hides your fresents around the house and they're covered in bows.

❤Covers your bed in glitter and calls it "Xmas dust" he'll vaccum it later though.

❤would be suspicious of elf on the shelf. Would chuck it but he doesn't want to touch it and make it lose it's magic.

❤ would kidnap someone you hate and give them as a present not understanding how that's wrong.

❤ he would try to build the biggest snowman.

❤ if in a Snowball fight he'd protect you, but try to obliterate those kids. He doesn't mean to make them cry but does so anyway.