#but anyway... he's very obviously made of metal and very obviously mechanical

[crimsoncowl]

I'm no good at making official, organized headcanon posts, but I'm thinking about ultron and sound.

his voice changes a lot over the decades and depending on his body and so on. while he's not strictly limited to the tech available at the time, as he makes his own improvements and inventions to his body, he is limited to whatever body he's in and what condition it's in (if his speakers are broken, you'll be able to hear it). there's also always a slight vibration to his voice, but you might not notice it unless you're listening for it. the resonance is more noticeable, but may or may not immediately register as 'robotic'.

his body itself also makes both ambient noises like muffled whirring, ringing/hissing/buzzing, strings of soft, high pitched beeps, and all the sounds that can be associated with movement when you're made of metal. you can tell his body is heavy, and depending on what surface he's walking on his footsteps will clank. the mechanical noises when moving limbs is more noticeable on older models (think of hydraulic lifts, etc. here's a reference), but especially gets more subtle after ultron starts using the molecular rearranger. you can't literally hear the gears turning inside his head, but you can definitely hear things spinning and moving

[msfcatlover]

Death Mask Steph

Oh boy. This is the big one. I've agonized over this, and getting the design right has been... ugh. Nevermind. Here we go.

Death Mask needs to draw on Red Hood and Steph designs. (I would draw from Black Mask designs, but frankly Roman's designs are all kinda boring? He's a skull-head in a suit, and basically always has been; it's simple & effective, but there's not a lot to iterate on there.) Steph's suits tend to be armored one-pieces, but layering is so crucial to most Red Hood designs, that balancing the two has been... tricky.

(I've already shared the Stephanie Brown Costume History page. Unfortunately, the n52 designs page seems to be just descriptions with no pictures, and the page for her n52 appearances doesn't give you many good angles. So here's Steph's "Future's End" & "Future State" designs, as the stand-out missing designs, in my opinion.)

The absolute vital part of any Red Hood inspired design is, of course, the helmet. It's also been the biggest pain. Jason's had some good helmet designs and a lot of bad ones over the years, and (as I've previously stated) finding a full reference page for them is basically impossible. So here's what I'm going with.

Steph starts with a sleek, sculpted black metal base. Say something like this model of Jason's Injustice helmet. The primary difference would be that Steph's helmet opens up at the front rather than the back; the faceplate would be hinged at the top of the head, and it would swing up & forwards to reveal her face.

(Using the Injustice helmet as a base because it more than most looks like it really should open from the front. I'd also say the sides would also be able to open wider, so that it can still fit snug without being a pain to get in & out of. Not that anyone would ever bother to draw that detail, but I think it would look neat opening up in 3 directions all at once.)

Next, most of the face plate is covered by a sculpted skull. This is how she invokes the whole "Death Mask" idea, as well as purposefully stealing Roman's gimmick. Below the teeth are a couple understated tubs & valves, evoking a gasmask---something like this.

(Kinda a Red X look, I'm realizing now that I'm digging through my reference folders all at once... Anyway, this piece seems to be by Laura Sheridan, but her website seems to be down, you can only buy her art seemingly 2nd hand, and I can't find this picture listed anywhere but pinterest.)

The edges, mechanical bits, and any detail work added should be done in copper.

Within the eye sockets are two recessed glowing lenses, like Jason often has, though Steph's glow a dark magenta, casting light that borders on red.

(Obviously, these lenses change size & shape to show emotion through the mask, like you do. They're not designed to---in fact, logically all the bat-masks are designed like this in order to help hide the wearer's emotions---but that's comic logic for you.)

Below the helmet, Steph's suit is mainly made up of reinforced black leather motorcycle pants, a black undersuit, and an armored vest like this.

(But black. Obviously.)

However, she accessorizes. Steph has added a decorative metal ribcage to her armor, as well was plates mimicking a spine. The ribs should be copper-colored, while the spine can be either metallic or black.

(Depending on who's drawing them, the ribs could range from purely decorative to practically another layer of armor. And following the links from pinterest, both of those artists have apparently taken their rib-art down, which is once again very disappointing.)

Steph wears a chunky utility belt which sits crooked on her hips. I personally think it should be black (maybe brown?) with either copper, ivory, or dark magenta snaps/clasps holding the pouches shut (pick one for all pouches, not a mixture). She has a gun holstered on each hip, one on each thigh, a set of throwing knives (3-5) on the front of the belt, and wears her sickle-swords strapped criss-cross on her back.

The swords themselves are made from a copper-alloy, retaining their coppery color, and easily double her reach (are about as long as one arm.) They have a hilt not dissimilar to an Egyptian khopesh, but a completely different blade; Steph's swords have a much more exaggerated curve, and crucially, they're sharpened on the inside of the crescent, where a khopesh is sharpened on the outside. They legitimately look like a crescent moon sickle, stretched out to sword size.

(Khopesh hilt, and genuinely the best crescent sickle sword I can find for what I'm picturing. Steph's would be in much better shape, obviously.)

Steph keeps it understated-but-still-stated with knee-high, buckle-up, black leather motorcycle boots.

(These are mid-calf, but it's the closest I can find that aren't completely over the top. Also, any artist who figured out how to make the laces work without losing the straps would win my unending love for the symbolism of Steph clearly still mimicking her big brother but trying so hard to hide it.)

Steph’s sleeves are armored in black metal plates, ending in sharpened black gauntlets. I don't care much about the specific structure, I just really want that clawed look.

(Shorter would be more practical for finesse work, while longer claws could be worked into her fighting style. I am going back & forth on whether this should be both arms or just one of them, because I’m a sucker for asymmetric designs, but I think it might be a bit too much with all the other details.)

Finally, over top of it all, Steph wears an uneven ivory-colored hooded shawl made of layers of thin, wispy fabric. It hangs down her back to her waist, but bunches up in the front over her collarbones. It's purposefully designed to look tangled & messy, hiding her body shape with all its bulk & fly-aways, and is flimsy enough that grabbing hold of basically any part of it will just leave you with a fist full of torn fabric.

This is the hardest to find examples for, but... okay, so it's shaped roughly like this:

(If anyone can find the non-pinterest source for this one, I'd hugely appreciate it; all I'm getting is a dead twitter link.)

It's layered like these:

And it's made from material like this:

(This definitely gets swapped out for either a white scarf or a brown trench coat pretty regularly, just because those are easier to wrap your head around/draw. I think both could work & be cool, but Steph is trying to give off “undead vibes” with this original costume, and this gives her a more ghostly look which… okay, is heavily inspired by this Jason design.)

Also, Steph's hair is still long, but she ties it up in either a french or dutch braid before going out most of the time. Dutch is for going out in public or to the gym, where she'll lift it off her neck in a ponytail, french then gets coiled into a bun inside of her helmet.

(I am undecided on whether or not she also has an undercut.)

[corn-fanfiction]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader Pt. 9)

(Pt. 8)(Pt. 10)

Rating: M

TAGS: language/brief mention of canon typical violence and gore/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/reader's life is maybe becoming less normal/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Detective Gibson is his own tw

Mark has to take the night to cool the fuck off. When he leaves your place he is no position to back to the precinct to talk to the chief, and if he goes to his other job, he’ll likely do something irresponsible and needlessly violent. Like kill. And killing is distasteful.

It’s times like these that, despite his better judgment, he misses John. Misses his wisdom, despite the hypocrisy of it.

So, with no other options, Mark grabs the pistol from his apartment, his leather gloves, and heads for the warehouse.

The caution tape is still up and Mark is surprised until he remembers- this is still an active crime scene, despite the fact that no one is there now. It’s maybe been 24 hours since he and you had arrived just as Ted was being wheeled out.

You…he can’t think of you for too long before his pulse begins to race- for multiple reasons.

Instead he focuses on the crime scene, lifting the tape and stepping carefully into the warehouse. He never actually made it inside, though he’d gotten some of the information from the other cops between then and now.

He steps around dried puddles of blood, areas barricaded by tiny flags and string. Those aren’t his concern, anyway. He has few thoughts for Ted or even the trap itself- until he sees one of the mechanisms.

It’s a blade, still affixed to its contraption that hasn’t been taken in for evaluation yet. Now, Mark didn’t see the body as it was being taken, but he knew now that, while they were included on the stretcher, his arms and legs were severed. And the blade in front of Mark was sharp enough, precise enough, to cut through without any dramatic blood splattering.

Fine metal. Sturdy metal. Metal chosen specifically for a job like this. Which means this person knows what they’re doing, and has the means to do it.

He pokes around further, sidestepping into an adjoining hallway. Regardless of reputation or moonlighting, Mark is proud of his skills as a detective. He got there before John, and even with the crooked system, he’d like to think he could still land the job on merit alone.

Like here, for instance, he zeroes in on a track of footprints among the dust and grime that have obviously already been observed, judging by other police equipment and prints. But he goes slightly cold at slightly deeper indentation. Whoever this was favors their left foot. The right print is too flat, a purely vertical step as opposed to the left heel to toe.

Whoever this is has a right foot prosthetic.

He could be wrong. He hopes he is. But he’s also not foolish enough to believe in coincidences and that’s the only other option.

But if it’s who he’s thinking…why? Why would this person go after Ted? Presumably, the two of you have had no interactions. But that’s a foolish thought as well. Among the useful avenues of thinking John would provide was the truth that more people know people you know than not. Or, at the very least, it’s a safe assumption.

He needs to check on you anyway. What’s the harm in asking about the last time you went to a hospital?

-

Mark texts you. Not calls. Texts.

It sets off alarms in your head but mostly you’re just happy to finally hear from him, two days later. He asks to meet and you suggest work before your shift, knowing Gibson will leave as soon as he drops you off. Mark agrees.

You can’t help it. You put a little more effort into your appearance. You know he doesn’t mind; he’s seen you at your worst. But you’re giddy and you know you’ll have to hide it. Doing your makeup is a nice outlet for that energy.

Strangely enough, you don’t mind getting a ride from Gibson. The earlier you get to work, the longer you’ll have with Mark. When you step outside, Gibson is leaning against his car, arms crossed, watching something above the roof of your building. When you stand by the passenger side door, you follow his eyeline, you find a murder of crows standing in a line.

You turn your head to him in slow doubt.

“Um…big fan of birds?”

He shrugs. “Black birds. Anyway, I was surprised to get your text. An hour earlier?”

“I’m opening and covering for Gerri. Appreciate you getting here.”

The oddly kind words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them, and they sound convincing enough that Gibson cocks a brow.

“I’m touched. Get in.”

The ride is quiet, which is fine by you. But when he pulls up to the nearly empty parking lot, you both immediately notice Mark’s cruiser. You bite your tongue to suppress the curse that almost slips out.

“Well well well. Shall we go say hello?”

You scowl at him.

“We’re allowed to see each other.”

“Opening early? You’re a good liar.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, exiting the vehicle. He follows suit.

“Seriously, Gibson, back off.”

It gets worse when Mark gets out of his car.

“Motherfuck…” you mumble. You turn into yourself slightly, prepping for a fistfight. You don’t, however, slow down before stopping next to Mark, pulling his head down to give him a kiss on the cheek. You feel the corner of his mouth crinkle into a smile.

“Play nice,” you whisper before pulling away.

“Hoffman. How’s indefinite suspension treating you?”

“Good. I’ll keep your seat warm.”

“Assuming I fuck up bad enough for me to get there. Just enjoy your time on the bench.” He nods at you. “Pick you up at lunch.”

Before you can protest, Gibson is getting back into his car and peeling out of the parking lot. You exhale and Mark puts a hand on your lower back.

“Missed you.”

He pulls you in for a kiss. You reciprocate, of course, but you frown when you pull away.

“Don’t antagonize him. Just let him do his job. He’s harmless.”

“Pain in my ass.”

You walk towards the restaurant.

“Have you talked to the chief yet?”

You knock on the front doors and Gerri lets you in.

“Hey, hot shot,” they greet Mark.

“Mornin’, Gerri.”

You take Mark to a corner table, the same table he took when he first came in to watch you. You both sit.

“So, the chief.”

“Right,” he sighs. “Going in tomorrow. Wanted to give him some time.”

“Wanted him to see how much they need you?” You remark with a sly smile. Mark chuckles and grabs one of your hands on the table.

“Something like that.”

He’s got this look in his eyes. Some depth that you can’t decide if it’s thoughtfulness or concern.

“Like?”

He lowers his voice but only a little. The only other people are the openers, and no one cares when an employee brings in a significant other or family member. One of the other waitresses will sometimes bring in her 2 year old to sit until the babysitter can get her.

But Mark’s being reasonably cautious.

“I went back to the crime scene, poked around.”

“Isn’t that what they say perpetrators do? Go back to the scene of the crime? What if you’d gotten caught?”

“You’re a regular detective. No, I know their shifts.”

You pull back your hand and crack your finger joints as a tic.

“What did you find?”

“The usual.”

He waves it away but you know that can’t be true. He’s also not looking at you.

“Mark.” He taps the table. “Mark, don’t lie to me.”

He looks at you and sighs again. “Sorry, you’re right. But you’re not gonna like it when I can’t tell you everything.”

“Then just tell me what you can and we’ll take it from there.”

He makes a sound in his throat. He’s not convinced, but he caves anyway. “Alright, lemme ask you a question. You been to the doctor recently? For anything?”

You stutter. “Um, just my GP for a checkup in June. Why?”

“What’s your doctor’s name?”

“Dr. Shane Campbell. Why?” Realization dawns on your face. “Wait, you’re saying a doctor did this?”

“He shakes his head. “That’s not-“

“But that’s what you’re thinking, right? Unless you’re looking for a recommendation.”

“See, this is why-“

“Oh, don’t even go there.”

“I cannot in good conscience accuse someone of something like that until I have any evidence at all.”

“And what if you’re right and this is a person I need to look out for?”

“Listen to me. Nothing, nothing is gonna happen to you without me knowing. No one is gonna go near you. And if you ever feel unsafe you let me know and I’ll be there.”

They’re meant to be comforting words, and you know that once you calm down you’ll be able to hear them as such, but for now, you’re bitter.

“It’s not fair that you get to know this and I don’t.”

“Maybe. But that’s how it has to be right now.”

He sees your scathing look at the wall over his shoulder. “Hey, look at me. Can you trust that I know what I’m talking about?”

Of course you can. But you hate not being in control. It’s why you keep your life small. Everything is tight and compact. You can control that. And you’re not used to relinquishing any of that control.

But who’s ever been there to offer?

You sigh. Nod. Pull Mark in for another kiss. His fingers graze along your jaw and you break it yet again before either of you get too into it. You put your forehead to his.

“Why were you out there when you knew Gibson would see?” You do not miss the attempt to hide a smirk. “Holy shit. You did it on purpose. You were showing off.”

“Maybe I was.”

“You’re horrible,” you smile.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

[boyfridged]

yutro i need to hear more abt ur canon oc willis todd. please.

oh the pleasure is mine! (i feel like i have waited for this question my whole life though so it will be long. and won't even cover all of it.)

obviously, willis todd was born in the crime alley. he was raised by struggling parents and an assembly of aunts and uncles, not all blood related. his family broke down due to financial trouble. there's a whole background here i have in mind: the area used to be more dominated by heavy metal industry workers, but the companies started seeking cheap labour abroad, throwing the community into an almost decade old crisis and causing them to disperse while also trying to gentrify the area (partly by exploiting the queer & artistic spots in the area that are also often found in districts with high immigrant & working class areas. that's a thing that happens in many cities) (that's offtopic but hence the fancy cinema in the area!). when willis was very young, his father was a victim of aggressive lay-offs and was soon found dead. his mother left gotham with another man when willis was 17. he did not blame her for it.

he is also a 2nd/3rd gen immigrant. i do not have a "set" ethnicity for him (although in thursday night and my other wip he is vietnamese.) it's also important to me that he speaks the language.

he's never been exceptionally good at school but he's smart and knows his way around plenty things. he spent his adolescence working many odd jobs, involving the less-legal ones mentioned in canon - "running numbers" and boosting cars, but not only. he managed to get the GED despite and enrolls into a scholarship LPN programme provided by the wayne foundation (nothing to do with bruce btw, who at the time is not involved neither in the company nor in the philantropy. it's probably based on late thomas wayne's project.) it's not his dream job but this is what is available, it's honest work and he's good enough at it. this is also how he meets sheila.

willis does fall in love with sheila, but she takes interest in him first and tbh willis also falls a bit in love with pretty much anyone and everyone he meets. he sees the best in people. they are never serious though, but when pregnancy comes into play, willis is determined to work something out. maybe sheila thinks she can be a mother for a moment too, and she is vaguely around for the first 2-3 months, except she's not being a mother anyway. and also soon she looses her freshly obtained license as a result of medical malpractice, and willis loses his scholarship because of the association with her too.

he meets shiva by accident and performs first aid on her. sandra gives him her contact details "in case he ever needs anyone gone." willis being willis thinks absolutely nothing of it.

on that note. willis just has what i'd call middle mannered boyish charm, good-spirited sense of humour and the tiniest amount of shyness/awkwardness that makes people (women especially) like him a lot. and he doesn't mind casual romance himself so his address book (or whatever the contemporary equivalent would be) grows to be quite a weird list.

he's briefly a single dad to jay before he meets catherine. they manage just fine for a while, he gets a job as a mechanic, and he is home enough for jay to speak the language too (jay does not speak it later in life though. but jay's relation to willis is a whole another topic i could write hundreds of words about). when catherine gets sick and the financial issues follow, he gets much more absent and depressed. still, every decision he takes is always motivated by the love for his family. he might not have time nor energy to entertain jay as much as he'd like to, so their past-time becomes taking naps together. and willis likes music so he sings him to sleep.

i talked about willis' parenting and his attitude irt violence here so i will not repeat myself but i do think he was relentlessly patient and that this kindness in the eyes of many made him a bit naive. but he would also stop at nothing for his family. love drives men like him into paradoxical points of no return sometimes. &he is convinced he's getting his hands bloody so that jay's never ought to be.

i think he goes on blackgate on a murder charge, because blackgate is blackgate. if he did it or not is a whole another matter; and he surely knows too much for two-face to get rid of him. perhaps contrarily to the charge, his "crime" was actually trying to take a step back and this is what got him in trouble.

[rivetgoth]

Been developing a new character over the past couple of weeks who’s like. A body modified Minotaur. I’ve been waiting on a name for him before talking about him but I think he finally revealed it to me last night.

Some backstory; some of these characters are in my book but I’ll keep it vague for spoilers. My character Giorgio is this celebrity cosmetic surgeon who’s basically gone mad performing wild experimental surgeries on usually-unwilling subjects. He’s also petty & vindictive with abandonment issues. He falls hard for his experiments and it’s hard to discern how much the affection he has is towards the victims or his own handiwork.

There’s a lot to unpack with Giorgio that I won’t get into right now but the short of it is unsurprisingly Giorgio’s victims aren’t keen on sticking around and he hates that. He lost his first “love” / successful creation and his second turned on him quickly too. The second was a man called Leatherette whose DNA was spliced with a bull and had big metal horns grafted into the side of his head and was basically engineered to be this killer assassin to do Giorgio’s bidding. Believe it or not this post is also not about him. The short of it is Leatherette fails giorgio, and two in a row is a really frustrating track record for him.

So he goes back to the drawing board and starts developing a more intensively-modified bull man that won’t fail him. THIS third attempt is the new character I’ve been developing. He was a celebrity influencer (?) type who at some point become aware of how fucked Giorgio’s institution is and spoke out against it. Very charming and handsome. Giorgio obviously wasn’t having that and also (more importantly) was still nursing the wounds of losing his two previous creations. So he captures him (TBA) and turns him into this kinda grotesque bull man that’s much more bull-like than Leatherette. Leatherette is just kinda big and hairy with metal horns and a nose ring; this is something else. I’m working out the exact mechanics of what he does to him but the gist of it is that he’s basically made into a kinda fucked up minotaur; yknow, bull head on a human body? And kept in this kinda dreamlike environment that’s sorta like a big greenhouse, humid and jungle-y, with big fucked up genetically engineered bugs that bear the brunt of some of the worst of Giorgio’s experiments.

Anyway, the Minotaur’s name is Posy. I like that it makes me think of Ferdinand, it’s a variant of the word posey ie. pretentious and posturing (which is how Giorgio would feel about his pre-Minotaur behavior), and its kind of a shorthand for Poseidon which is the father of the Minotaur in mythology. I know this is more backstory than personality atm but I just wanted to share my thoughts on him. I’ve been having a “Minotaur moment” recently and really wanted a Minotaur character. Like I had Leatherette and I love him but like someone even more bull-like. 

[purplekoop]

So like. I think people already figured out where I was going with this.

Ashe B.O.B.

Role: Tank Health: 500 (250 normal, 250 armor)

So when I implied that I'd be turning "Ashe" into a Tank, I think at least somebody saw through me there. Obviously there's a number of thematically appropriate ways to bulk up one of the existing non-tank heroes into a tankish stature, but Ashe is probably the farthest removed of any of the cast from the kind of biological or mechanical shenanigans I've been relying on for tankifying the cast so far. Luckily, I didn't need to, because B.O.B. is right there, and I feel like playable B.O.B. is what people have wanted since late 2018 anyways. So, here we are.

B.O.B. is a character design who I think needs no substantial changes to fit as a playable Tank. He's big, he's made of metal, and that's enough justification for me. In the lore he's actually specified to have his chassis fit with extra armor plating, so it makes sense then that he can take a hit better than other "civilian class" Omnics like Zenyatta.

There is one thing I feel would need to change about B.O.B. though for him to fit as a playable hero: he probably needs a voice. This is for technical reasons more than anything. Overwatch as a game very much relies on audio cues to communicate a lot of information, with things as obvious as ultimate voice lines and automatic callout voice lines to things as subtle as the sound of your weapon changing when you're running out of ammo. The only hero who doesn't talk is Bastion, but I doubt another hero who uses non-verbal sounds to communicate wouldn't work as well in addition to Bastion. It'd be a bit confusing to discern what beebly-boops are coming from who, especially for new players. This is also (at least presumably) why Roadhog talks a lot more in-game than he does in the supplementary media, where he tends to only admit one or two lines per story compared to only being slightly less chatty than other heroes in actual matches. Of course, the very obvious and inherently agreeable solution here is to give B.O.B. a very stereotypical posh british butler accent. Between that and at least one of his abilities, I'm imagining a personality somewhere between Alfred from Batman and Dudley from Street Fighter.

But alright, enough yapping already, time to get into the Big Omnic Butler's kit. In general, B.O.B. would be a more aggression-focused tank that plays better in offensive scenarios, but still offers his team with substantial protection while impeding the enemy.

His simplest ability is one we're used to and terrified of already in game: his Arm Cannons. I actually had to do some in-game testing to see how the animation for his firing actually works, so I'll explain how it'd work for the playable version. The Arm Cannon is a 6-barrel rotating weapon, as you can see here.

Each pair of barrels will fire two hitscan shots one after the other rapidly before switching to the next pair via rotation in a seamless fashion with no downtime between rotations. However, the weapon's fire rate will speed up as it spins up, making continuous fire build up to an increased DPS. However, the spread of bullets will also increase as the spinning speeds up. The cannons also don't need to manually reload, instead relying on an overheat system like (normal OW2) Orisa, which will cause the weapon to malfunction for just shy of two seconds. The bullets also have damage falloff that favors close-range usage harder than most hitscan weapons. While this weapon can headshot, it has a reduced 1.5x multiplier instead of the standard 2x, making precise aim less mandatory. This weapon excels at laying down suppressive fire with minimal downtime, especially at close range, but has a risk-reward element in balancing the spin-up speed and the overheat mechanic. Also worth noting that for the sake of simplicity, B.O.B. only has a right-hand Arm Cannon, unlike his non-playable counterpart who swaps hands whenever he switches targets.

B.O.B.'s first ability is... admittedly something I made up for the sake of him functioning better as a protective defender style of tank, Portable Barricade. B.O.B. tosses down a device that extends into a rod-like shape with small wheels on the sides, then projects a barrier upwards. It's a rectangular barrier not as wide as normal Rein's but just about as tall, and it does barrier things like the normal game ones. However, Portable Barricade's unique trait is that after 1 second of being deployed, it will roll forward in the direction it was placed at about half of the normal forward move speed for players. This, obviously, is meant to encourage it be used for advancing pushes instead of holding ground, though the initial one second before it starts moving should give players on both sides time to react to its presence. The Barricade has about 1,000 HP, and will last after either rolling ahead for 6 seconds or if it collides with a wall and can't move any further. If it rolls to a ledge, then it will remain in place on that edge for the remainder of its duration. The ability itself has a somewhat long cooldown that starts as soon as it's thrown out.

This next one should feel a little more familiar: Running Upper. B.O.B. takes a split second to ready for a dash, then runs ahead at high speeds with his left arm ahead, and his right arm ready to swing an uppercut at any foes he collides with. The logistics of this ability are also pretty similar to Reinhardt's Charge, though the startup period is more brief. You still run ahead much faster, but your turning speed is restricted. B.O.B. also takes half damage from the front while charging, but this does not block any other effects of that damage. The uppercut itself functions like you expect still knocking any enemies near the impact range upwards, though its damage is reduced from 120 to 80. The duration of the dash is shorter than it is for the non-playable B.O.B., and it can be cancelled early by pressing the ability input again, causing B.O.B. to dig his feet into the ground to grind to a stop. It also will collide with other "Charge" abilities, such as Doomfist punch and another B.O.B.'s Running Upper, causing both players to fall to the ground briefly on collision. Just like the non-playable version of the maneuver, this ability is a versatile tool for both traversing the map faster and setting up for some potentially lethal team combos.

B.O.B.'s last normal ability is an homage to part of his iconography that isn't actually showcased in-game: Sign Swing.

B.O.B. manifests a convenient road sign to pull out of hammerspace, then swings it from right to left like a baseball bat. The swing is similar to a big Rein hammer swing (I sure am comparing these guys a lot huh), dealing 75 damage but in a slightly farther range than the hammer. The swing also does heavy knockback, launching enemies it hits flying a good distance in the aimed direction. This alone makes it a solid ability for swatting aggressive enemies away, but it has one more feature: any projectiles hit by the swing will be deflected back as B.O.B.'s own attack! The logistics of this are just like Genji's deflect, though the timing is significantly tighter to pull off due to the minimal time this deflection is active for, making it much harder to pull off a deflect on hitscan attacks, but not impossible.

His ultimate ability though, as you might've predicted, brings this role reversal to its logical conclusion: Burnout. B.O.B. calls in a favor from his long-time charge, and from the skies drops a series of dynamite-loaded crates. 5 crates drop in total, which B.O.B. can manually call drop points for by pressing Primary Fire during the ult's initial duration. The crates will explode after a few seconds, but B.O.B.'s entire team can speed up the detonation by firing at them, creating powerful explosions that ignite enemies caught in their blast, and even leave behind a lingering fire that can rapidly damage and ignite enemies who walk through it (though weaker than normal Torb's Molten Core). However, they can also damage other exploding crates, causing chain reactions where as soon as one crate blows, the entire battle field can be set ablaze. (honestly this ult is the concept I'm the most iffy about for this kit, but I like it fine enough)

So that's B.O.B. as a playable Tank hero! A faithful bodyguard through and through, he defends his team with both directly defensive abilities as well as means of tossing around the enemy if they get too close to his team for comfort, or he can just gun them down directly in tandem with those abilities.

Overall pretty proud of this one! Like Ashe is as a damage hero, I wanted B.O.B. to be a pretty straightforward tanky bruiser, with simple abilities that can be used creatively with a good deal of skill expression. I love the idea of B.O.B. teeing up an enemy into the air with his uppercut, then hitting a home run with them with Sign Swing. I don't think a flanking Genji (er. in this AU's case, I guess flanking Zenyatta?) would be too eager to dive back in for round two after that. The comparisons to Reinhardt were also me reaffirming his role as one of the more conventional tanks of this requeued roster. I have the vague goal of making sure that the broader niches of the roster are still cohesively filled even in this sweeping reiteration of the cast.

So who's next? Symmetra is another easy one that I've already made the bulk of a concept for, but I could also continue the Deadlock theming and do Cassidy as a support. Aside from the ultimate and maybe wanting one extra ability, I've already got most of that one figured out.

Outside of Role Requeue though, I actually would be down to figure out kits for other non-playable characters in the main canon! There's a couple that come to mind now, but the only ones I'm thinking of would I think fit best as supports, maybe one DPS, so I'm all ears for extra suggestions for the sake of variety. Not doing Mauga because like. That's literally just asking to be outdated and make me look like a silly doodoo head when I get it wrong. I'm gonna look like a silly doodoo head and get details wrong when we actually get teasers of his kit at Blizzcon anyways but I wanna save being wrong for the appropriate time.

[boring-horror-enjoyer]

You've Lost A Lot of Blood - The Book

I read this and wanted to throw my thoughts around, mostly to sort through them.

This is the only book I've read where everything, including the "Editor's Note" and following footnotes, is a fictional part of the story. I ignored the Editor's Note initially. I have never found one that benefitted my experience reading. I did not read it until I was finished with the book because I was so pissed off that it didn't make any sense.

After reading everything, I think this lacked. This is my second Eric LaRocca book; I read Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke which was, also, a little underdeveloped. Generally, I'd say a 4.5/10 for both of these is fair. Neither are a book I'd recommend.

It's so disjointed. Basically, the book structure is like reading a few chapters of a novella broken up by some poems that have absolutely nothing to do with the story and also transcripts of "interviews" between the fictional author and his partner. If this sounds confusing that's because it is. You don't get the full picture until the final "interview" and the footnotes from the fictional editor.

I'll review in order, I guess:

The Editor's Note didn't make very much sense but did provide context. Three people: The Editor, Martyr, and Ambrose. Martyr is a bad guy. Ambrose is Martyr's current partner. The Editor used to date Ambrose in college. It is not at all explained how The Editor knew Martyr, or that The Editor and Ambrose kept in touch past college. The Editor says he knew Martyr, has his collection of works, and wants to come to terms with his knowledge of Martyr and Ambrose's crimes. How does The Editor want to come to terms with it, you ask? Republish and profit off of Martyr's work, I guess.

I did enjoy the little poems, but would've enjoyed them more if it was not so spaced out. Maybe a chunk of poems before the novella, then in the middle of the novella, then the rest at the end. Every 2-3 chapters you are reading a poem and a transcript.

The transcripts are ridiculous. They're conversations between Martyr and Ambrose. It's explained beforehand that Martyr edited these recordings later to add exactly what he was thinking as he is speaking into them. In case he forgets, I guess? But he went in later and added these thoughts, so he clearly remembers well enough? It's nonsensical.

The novella was alright. The plot is like a mix between Black Mirror's Playtest and White Christmas. Could've done without the 30-second lesbian scene in it. Sex is, plot-wise, sometimes good for a story, but not in this case. It lasts for about 5 sentences and you leave it more confused than anything. Speaking of being confused, there is almost no imagery words used at all in the novella. I'm pretty sure the only colors referenced are black and red. The story involves a lot of things made of metal and makes note of an aspect's presence, but does not describe it. Like, saying this mechanical object has gears and valves is like describing a flower by saying it has petals. No shit. What the fuck should it look like though.

Anyway, not a great read. Would I have rather read something better? Obviously yes. Did it pass the time, though? Yep. I liked that time passed more than I liked reading the book.

[light-lanterne]

hey light :D

i've been meaning to get into sleep token for a while now and i know u like them, is there any songs u would reccomend? :) <3

hello !! hi !! sorry for taking days to reply, i've just been so excited to answer this that i kept it in my askbox to smile at it a bit longer, and then i kept getting distracted whilst replying x.x

anyway, the short answer is that i recommend their every song, but that's not particularly helpful so i instead made you a little list of songs that really showcase what they are about, roughly going from lightest to heaviest :]

levitate

the love you want

jaws

dark signs

alkaline

hypnosis — here's the drum solo version if you want to meet the talented ii

the summoning

the offering

ascensionism

take me back to eden

(bonus: "gods" and "vore" are their heaviest songs by a mile, if you're interested in checking that style. they don't go there often though)

in terms of their albums, listening from the oldest to the newest might also be useful in terms of getting used to the heavier sounds they explore. "sundowning", for instance, is incredibly chill and relaxing (bar a couple songs) whereas the latest album, "take me back to eden". has the more nods to metal overall.

last, for some quick lore, the band's concept is that the lead singer once had a dream where he encountered an elder god called Sleep. the band's songs (tokens, as they call them) are thus made in worship to Sleep, and their message is meant to be interpreted however you, the listener, wish. that said, there are recurrent themes of toxic relationships, romantic trauma, unhealthy coping mechanisms and moving on.

as for their identities, the band are all anonymous —to keep the focus on the music as opposed to them— and therefore all wear masks, body paint and robes. for simple identification purposes, they are referred to by roman numerals:

i/vessel — lead singer and main songwriter, as well as pianist during concerts (rituals) and multi-instrumentalist in recordings;

ii — drummer and secondary songwriter;

iii — bassist;

iv — guitarist and sub vocalist (harsh vocals) when live.

they also have a choir of three "vesselettes" (term coined by fans) during each concert, who provide lovely harmonies and sub vocals.

,,,and that's it for now. i obviously could go on for days but this is getting long so i shall stop now x.x anyway, hope you enjoy the songs and the general vibe of the band !! i definitely recommend paying special attention to the lyrics for vessel is a very talented writer and with the way he sings it's quite evident how emotional the songs are for him ~

okei, that's it. thanks for the ask and for giving me the chance to gush about my beloved masked boys ;-; <3 have a great day / night !!!

(,,,oh, also, a dear anon and me once went and bylerfied the entirety of "take me back to eden" so you can check that if you want. okei bye)

[peachydoo]

Timekeeper Cookie Headcanons. [Spoilers ahead , obviously]

They/She/He '' Aro/Ace 🕰️ ''

Their voice is distorted , making weird mechanical noises out of nowhere (such as tick , whirl , tock , etc) ... it's also as if 3 distinct voices were speaking at the same time , with an echo. It takes a while to get used to .

"Like a clock trying to force it's ticking into a human voice" [Taken from This fic]

Whenever she enters a room , any clock within that room starts to malfunction . Some side-effects are ; Going backwards , not moving , going way too fast , going way too slow , etc. He has to manually fix those clocks so that they work properly again ; however . Why would she do something as boring as that?

As expected , many clocks are forever broken due to them .

Some people which were lucky enough to see them not sitting on her scissors think she's not affected by gravity ; and theyd be correct . His hair moves as if it was underwater , she doesn't walk ... ever . Honestly , their legs probably don't even work anymore: Most of their body is made out of mechanical parts anyways .

Their eyesight isn't normal; the eye that isn't covered sees the past , and the one that's covered sees the future . When they're both open , Timekeeper sees the present of the timeline he's currently in ! . So when they "wink" at you , pay attention , they might be looking at something bad from your present or future ...

Quick & Random Headcanons below >:]

Their comfort food is sandwiches ! however , she never eats . She doesn't need to .

If you were to ... eat him ... they would taste like rusty metal, burnt bread and salt .

In true "human" fashion , he's used to everything and extremely bored ... however , seeing the sunrise or any "sky activity" is very important to them . Please don't bother them while they're looking at the sky , it's the only time in which she's truly calm .

The cookies they find most interesting and spend the most time spying are ; Millenial Tree , Croissant , String Gummy & Roguefort .

^ The reason for these cookies are ;

Millenial Tree : They want to be stronger .

Croissant : You know why .

String Gummy : Morbid Curiosity ...

Roguefort : It's like a television show , but in real life !

im normal about cookies pastries etc

[mythica0]

We’re in this together

Chapter summary: Tello and Raphie are starting to remember their time in the afterlife, and the teens get curious about certain scars. (Not in that order)

A/N: wohoo update time! I’m getting ideas for plot slowly but surely, but mostly this is a slice of life fic incase you couldn’t tell. (Which means minimal angst! :D) any questions about the AU? Ask!

TW: swearing, mention of past self harm and other forms of violence. Discussion of scars(including SH)

Chapter 4: Discussions of Memories long.. future?

After a long cry with his dad, Nardo emerged from the medbay with a newly wrapped stump.

Angelo floated over to the two of them. “Oh thank pizza supreme I don’t have to look at a bare stump anymore.”

Nardo rolled his eyes, but there was still a fondness behind them. “Yeah, yeah, you happy?”

Angelo makes a noise of confirmation and nods.

While the rest of the table talk, Tello looks at Raphie.

“Have you been getting… memories?” He whispers. He doesn’t want to draw attention.

Raphie nods. “Yeah. I don’t know how, we were taken from before we…” he clears his throat. “Yeah.”

Tello furrows his still drawn-on brows in thought. “It is strange… do you think Karai has something to do with it?”

“Gram-Gram? Maybe… hmm. We should discuss this later, you know.. alone.”

“Mm-hmm.”

They stop their whispered conversation just as the attention of the group turns back to the table.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking! of course Mikey wouldn’t-,Tello, Raphie, were you even paying attention?” Angelo calls to them from their loud conversation.

“Oh, uh- yes?” Tello lies, very badly. He never got over his inability to lie well.

Raphie just rolls his eyes. “No, we were talking to eachother, what’s up?”

“I was wondering whether or not Mikey could float yet, cause I learned to at about that age, but then I realized how dumb that was! I was about to tell the story of when I first flew!”

“Wasn’t that the day you got the scar on your arm? The non-burn scar, obviously.” Tello questions, brow raised.

“Mm-hmm. The kids wanted to know about the scars anyways!”

“Alright, we’re coming.”

For the next hour, the four of them told tales of their scars.

Angelo got his big gash in his arm from trying to fly and falling down, scraping his arm on metal. That was so long ago and yet the scar hadn’t faded.

Nardo lost his arm in an incident with a Krang hound. He got bit just above the elbow, and it had to be amputated lest he get infected. He also had several other scars from battle, claw marks, mostly.

Tello had lost his vocal cords in a collapsing building. A piece of debris fell on his windpipe and vocal cords, causing him to have to make himself a technological copy. He had to communicate in entirely sign language until they were done, and also had problems breathing for months.

Raphie’s black eye was a whole…other thing. He didn’t know exactly how it happened, but the Krang did something to him on a mission one day, and then his pupil grew larger until it took up his whole eye. That eye can see in the dark very well, but can’t handle bright light at all, so often during the day Raphie will wear an eyepatch to keep the brightness at bay. He also had a long scar along his tail from where a Krang hound had dragged him, a chip in his shell from a strong impact. And…. Tiny thin scars littered his arms.

Donnie recognized them immediately. “Those are-“

“Self harm scars, yeah.” Raphie spoke and smiled, bittersweet.

“…I started to feel a lot of guilt, anger and sadness about five years into the apocalypse. I felt as though I could never protect my brothers, and all of those negative emotions made me turn to a.. less than healthy coping mechanism.” His words were hesitant, but not sad or fearful .

“I ended up cutting my arms almost every night for two years before Nardo caught me in the act one night. He and the others helped me overcome that obstacle in my life, and now I wear my scars proudly as a way to show how strong I was to overcome it, and as a reminder that even the strongest of people need help sometimes.”

Raph spoke up. “That um- that was very brave of you, bigger me.” His words had some implications that Raphie picked up on. He had some of the thoughts at about Raph’s age, after all. “Hey, don’t worry big man. Your family is here to help you, you will never need to resort to that. Come talk to someone if you need to, okay?”

Raph nods, “t-thanks.”

A tense silence filled the air for a moment, but it wasn’t long before Mikey silently stood, walked over to Raphie and Raph, and pulled them into a huge group hug.

Raphie smiled as him and his younger version were pulled together by Mikey’s tiny form, followed by the rest of the crew gathering around the two snapping turtles.

They stayed like that for a while, then slowly pulled away one by one.

After that, everyone separated off to their own spaces to relax, however, Donnie and Raphie both went into the kitchen to have a private conversation.

“Soooo,” Tello draws out the word, “we have confirmed that both of us are getting memories from the spiritual plane.”

“Yup. I definitely remember looking over our brothers and Casey. And all the emotions I felt during that time.”

“Yeah… I remember seeing you up there, once I joined you.”

Raphie nods again. “It’s… strange. I don’t remember my actual death but I remember everything after it.”

“The main question is still, why. Why are we getting these memories if the Angelo’s portals took us from before our death. Time line shit is just wild.”

“You said it.” A pause, then a smile.

“Do you remember the time when we watched Casey completely wreck Kraang prime.”

Tello breathed out a chuckle, “fuhuckin, yeaha. He was all like: ‘come here you rotten strawberry lookin motherfucker!’”

Raphie smiled more, “and then my response was-“

“Language!” Both turtles replied in sync, before bursting out into laughter.

Through his laughs, Tello tried to speak, “ehe-Ehevehen thohohough yo- yohou knehew he cohohou- cohohouodnt hehear yohou!” Sending them both into further hilarity.

After a minute the two calmed down.

“Woo, man,” Raphie spoke, wiping a forming tear from his eye, “that was a day.”

“You bet.”

Maybe they would be fine. All of them. Together.

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[nylloth]

My opinion…

Firstly Viktor from Arcane has always been a perfectionist who wants to bring something new and help people. But like Viktor from LoL (that stuff is outdated by the way, Arcane is now main canon), Viktor is willing to use whatever methods he can. Those inventions that Jayce decided not to show to others is when they had their first rift.

As for hexcore…

Void can't walk through in you and not change anything. He's already changed because of it. You can see that in the first season. I think hexcore will distort Viktor's personality. But not in a way that will drive him crazy, but distort the traits that were already in him.

"Metal is perfection!"

What will serve as the real rift between Viktor and Jayce? MEL. (do you still remember Jayce's girlfriend?) If Mel gets hurt in the explosion or dies, Jayce will blame Viktor because it was his idea to make peace. Jayce was always hesitant because he wanted to take Mel's side and fight back. And Mel just listened to her mother.

In the trailer, we hear her mother. Which, for me personally, says a lot.

Jayce might also find out about Skye's death, which would make things even worse. And Viktor might find out that Jayce has been killing children. Here's another option: Jayce will want to use hexcore for revenge (again against Zaun), but Viktor is unlikely to let him. Anyway, Jayce loves Mel, you know…

Viktor will take Zaun's side. Because he has his own beliefs, which are made worse by Hexcore's influence. My opinion: Viktor won't destroy Hexcore, he'll start using it for himself. That would make sense. The trailer makes it look like he escaped the city in the worst condition.

Yeah, they're going to rewrite the whole thing. But Viktor didn't have so much lore that it would be critical. His design is also going to change, because I don't see how he could chop off his magical leg and replace it with a mechanical one. He'll be more of a mage - less of a machine. Also the purple colours are void colours!!! His redesign and skill changes would be a great reason to add him to Wild Rift, which brings in a ton of money.

Viktor has always been "a little evil". His skill called fucking death ray. He has three villainous laughs. He has very specific views and phrases in the game, such as: "Evolve or die".

I'm much more afraid that Arcane will try to soften him up. That would be the worst twist. Machine Herald is not a positive character.

The only thing I agree with you on is the marketing….. Unfortunately Viktor is a secondary character and most likely the story of season 2 will hinge on Vi. edit: I'll add that if hexcore heals viktor (obviously it should) and puts him out of his misery, that would be his idea of transhumanism. "hexcore put me out of my misery and now I will help you". he can use it magic on those who are addicted to shimmer

Dooming about Arcane Season 2, send help.

I’m throwing this word vomit on here. I'm sorry in advance.

So, Viktor’s been my favorite League character (for lore purposes only, I don’t reeeeeally play him much) since I can remember. And I don’t know if it’s nostalgia or fear of change speaking here but I didn’t care much for his character in Arcane. 

I don’t think lore Viktor is perfect, far from it. Though his characterization has come a long way ever since he was just a silly evil communist Russian stereotype, he’s not that developed and you can kinda tell the current lore was being held back by having to fit in the already established role he had, and the canon at the time. Like him being kind of a one-dimensional asshole even before he turned into the Machine Herald—because Jayce was also an absolute asshole and assholes only really do well with one another.  His silly goal of turning all of Runeterra into machines, or whatever the writers feel the Glorious Evolution is at the time. Blitzcrank just being shoved in there. His discussion with Jayce being only glazed over. His characterization is also really inconsistent in the games. I can’t blame League of Legends because his model and voiceover are incredibly old (ASU with Arcane, maybe?), but Legends of Runeterra’s feel like the writers didn’t really read through all of his lore and kinda stuck with the old evil communist Russian robot thing a bit. Also, his role as the one enhancing the Underground’s people has kinda been replaced by both Renata Glasc and some other cards of Legends of Runeterra. He doesn’t have much left at the moment.

So a complete retcon might not be that bad? But I’m not at all hyped for the lore being replaced with the one in Arcane. The following is all speculative—Internet-friendly itemized list coming up.

1| The Marketing

Viktor wasn’t really marketed as a main character in Arcane like how Jinx, Vi, Cait, and Jayce were. Honestly, I was surprised he was even there at all when I first watched the series. He didn’t get a skin, didn’t get merch (as far as I know), didn’t get a (now discontinued) Path of Champions story, nor an icon in the game. 

As far as I can tell from the marketing for season two, this is the case again. I don’t wanna sound like I don’t like the characters, because I loved Arcane (I watched it eleven times in the first year!), but I’m not happy with the story focusing on Jinx and Vi again. I felt like their relationship was almost established, with some more screen time in season two to fully cement the way the writers wanted it to go. Like there isn’t much to do unless they want to kill or redeem Jinx, at least from what I can see. I really hope I’m wrong and they do something more interesting with her, though I could not imagine why. 

So, does the marketing imply that the story is not gonna focus on him? I would be extremely disappointed. I think his character is the best to focus on the political themes on Arcane, but I’m not a writer.

2| The Season Is The Same Length As The First One

I don’t feel like there’s enough time in a six-hour show to tackle this as a main plot point and Viktor’s transformation into the Machine Herald; and they said this was the finale. And I honestly fully expected it to be the story of season two. 

Do I sound entitled? I feel like I might come off entitled. Maybe I do feel entitled.

Viktor’s (and by extension, Jayce’s) was always one of the most interesting stories League had for in my opinion. Not much of the Piltover and Zaun lore tackles any themes quite like his, as superficial as they might be. At least it kinda tries to say something about transhumanism and how people from oppressed groups have to try much harder than those from privileged ones (by pointing out the difference in Viktor’s and Jayce's attitude towards work, and both of their origins and perception by outsiders.) This is kinda what Arcane is trying to convey for much of its runtime as well, so it seemed like a good fit.

I highly doubt that’s gonna happen now. At most, they show the beginning of his life as the Machine Herald, but I honestly don’t think we’re getting much of what comes after—things like the work he does in the Undercity, his cult, all of the rumors, a deep look into his philosophy, Jayce’s feelings about his transformation. It seems like there’s not enough time. And I’m not even getting into my issues with his characterization in Arcane. So I guess it’s time for…

3| The Hexcore: Oh my God. Please don’t do this to me, Arcane.

They are sooooooooooo gonna make the Hexcore corrupt him and turn him insane. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am. Please let me be wrong. Please let him become radicalized (by the war?) and let all of his further development come from him and not from an entity that’s making him insane. That would make his entire character so easy to dismiss by the story. “Oh, he’s just insane now.”, “Oh, the Hexcore is putting all of its ideas on his head, this is not really him.” (Remember how it’s implied that it’s alive and it learns?)

I think I was always interested in thinking how could this philosophy (the Glorious Evolution) sprout from a somewhat normal person, albeit one under a lot of emotional distress over his banishment from Piltover. How much is it his actual ideology and how much has it been distorted by rumors or so? Because he seemed fairly reasonable in his color story. It seemed interesting to explore—something like the actual man, Viktor; and the legend, the Machine Herald. He even has a cult, come on. 

For what it’s worth, I’ve been dooming about this ever since the third act came out. I thought killing Sky was gonna be a turning point of some sort. I don’t know, I kinda deluded myself while I was watching. I was like, okay, THIS is the beginning of the Machine Herald! But I’m hazy on how act three Viktor is gonna come to similar conclusions to those of the Machine Herald himself. Which is why I’m scared they are gonna take the easy way out and make the Hexcore speak to him. This has been very exacerbated by being told that Arcane is canon now. And I’m sure they’d said they wouldn’t do that. I don’t know what I expected from Riot and how they manage the story. 

I hope I’m so wrong that I’m gonna look back at this and laugh myself to tears at how pessimistic I was being. He did look a little bit evil while confronting the council.

4| Jayce.

Contrasting what I feel about Viktor’s character, I think Jayce’s characterization in Arcane is superb. He might be my favorite character? Though they kinda took lore Viktor’s story and stole it from him. (A bit of a tangent, but if we’re lucky we get some parallelism if Viktor is ever exiled from Piltover without Jayce defending him. Kind of a “he did it for you but you won’t do it for him” kinda way, even when both had a lot to sacrifice. That would be fucking cool.)

I guess I’m worried about his willingness to use weird-ass magic to enhance people, unlike lore Jayce. Where is the Divorce Arc going to come from? Using Hextech as weapons? Are they not gonna present an opposing view of transhumanism? Everyone except Heimer seemed pretty on board, to be honest. And that might change with him getting to see other sides of the Undercity, so I don’t even know.

It kinda feels like they swapped their stories and viewpoints. In Arcane, Viktor is the one to oppose progress by wanting to destroy the Hexcore because it took a life. Though it might be just the guilt of the moment. My Viktor would never oppose progress for something as insignificant as that, come on! (/hf)

They BETTER give me toxic yaoi, too.

5| The Rest of the Lore.

So, are they gonna re-write everything? Jayce and Viktor being the ones pioneering Hextech has so many branching consequences for the lore at large. What happens with Camille? How fast is Hextech gonna develop? Noxus getting involved in the war between Piltover and the Undercity? Where does Swain fit in all of that, or is he not contemporary to these characters? They mentioned building Piltover specifically to flee the unyielding reign of mages; are they gonna elaborate on that? Are the Rune Wars going to be relevant like Heimerdinger said? 

The good thing about Arcane being self-contained used to be that nobody had to think about what they were retroactively changing. This is going to be a clusterfuck.

[wastelandante]

my eddie munson headcanons!

⋆⋆⋆⋆★⋆⋆⋆⋆

⋆ either bisexual or unlabeled, but most definitely not straight

⋆ has adhd, but doesn't know it

⋆ hates swimming and holding his breath

⋆ definitely knows the guitar solo from maniac (from flashdance) but would never admit it

⋆ his favorite colors are red and purple

⋆ loves watching the goonies

⋆ gets extremely hyperfocused on things and is really loud when he's passionate

⋆ has a personal hatred for physics and geography

⋆ doesn't like his hair tied but ties it anyway

⋆ his hands are completely restless, he's always stimming, drumming on things, playing with his rings

⋆ loves carrying people around, especially dustin (little brother privilege)

⋆ the most dramatic boy ever, if he gets sick or hurt he will complain for hours

⋆ doesn't really like beer, thinks it's too bitter, still drinks it to get drunk (it's comforting for him)

⋆ the kind of person to always say "you first"

⋆ doesn't know how to act around babies but is great with kids, likes to make them laugh

⋆ bear hugs are his specialty

⋆ bites his tongue and his nails all the time and picks at his lips

⋆ reads books in one sitting or doesn't read at all

⋆ when he first read the lord of the rings he finished the whole series in like 3 days and had an unbearable hyperfixation

⋆ has never given two shits about homework

⋆ struggles with discipline and focus, but is really great at math and creative writing

⋆ is great at most manual works, like fixing things and taking care of cars and instruments

⋆ his father is in jail and his mother left him with his uncle, wayne is his only father figure (they love each other very much)

⋆ will get too involved in his campaigns and forget other things exist, loves dnd to an uncomfortable extent

⋆ also he's brutal when he's dming, doesn't have any mercy and works really hard on making a complex story for the club

⋆ his alignment is chaotic neutral, obviously

⋆ would get the silliest things tattooed on him

⋆ made a promise to himself that he would protect dustin, mike and lucas from bullies

⋆ doesn't like the heavier drugs he sells, only sticks to weed because it helps slow down his hyperactive mind

⋆ not the biggest fan of parties and places with a lot of people (except metal concerts)

⋆ sometimes gets really insecure and jealous and shows it sarcastically

⋆ loves heated debates and will sometimes go too far with them

⋆ heavy sleeper, it's literally so hard to wake him up, he's always late

⋆ started smoking when he was 14/15, figured it helped him with his stimming, but he's not proud of it

⋆ gets scared when he watches horror movies, but always finishes them to prove something to himself

⋆ his love language is physical touch, but he's hesitant to show it

⋆ the kind of person to just lay (throw himself) on top of people, bite them affectionately, touch them all the time

⋆ hates hot weather, he's a fall kind of guy

⋆ loves halloween costumes and will spend time and energy on them

⋆ big flirt alert! loves to argue playfully and pretend he's offended when flirting

⋆ always loved vampires and bats

⋆ doesn't like hot drinks, not even hot coco

⋆ can't sleep when he's mad or when he has an unresolved argument with someone

⋆ is perpetually cold, his hand are always freezing

⋆ shit driver, always listens to metal on the car, gets too hyped up and drives too fast

⋆ is really skeptical of everything and everyone, it's a coping mechanism for him

⋆ he's very physical when he's talking, moves his hands, kicks his feet, touches people

⋆ scrunches his nose all the time

⋆ loves the smell of gasoline and coffee

⋆ never painted his nails but would really like them painted black and would be great at doing it

⋆ puts on eyeliner everytime corroded coffin plays and always pokes his eye

⋆ not the kind of person to take naps, finds it hard to slow his mind and fall asleep

⋆ definitely doesn't brush his teeth on the shower, only on the sink

⋆ does actually like pe but pretends he doesn't because he's uncomfortable with the jocks

⋆ doesn't have great balance, falls over nothing all the time

⋆ won't admit it but he would like to be a dad one day, have his own family

⋆ will eat the most despicable things when he's high and rolls the greatest blunts ever

⋆ acts like a 13 year old when he's flustered

⋆ likes to think his hair is just like kirk hammet's (in the 80's)

⋆ pretends he doesn't care, but sometimes the looks people give him on the street really upset him

⋆ has scars and dark bruises and never knows where they're from (his memory is shit and he's a disaster)

⋆ likes to draw and has a sketchbook full of carelessly made portraits of random people

⋆ he was really shy as a kid, started getting more unashamed and loud when corroded coffin was formed

⋆ gets defensive really easily and sometimes lets it get to his head and gets combative

⋆ is also very protective of his friends and loved ones, will bite people

⋆ not flexible at all and also can't dance for his life

⋆ untangles his hair with his hands only (when he remembers to do it)

⋆ likes to tease and annoy authority figures (teachers, principal, older people in general)

⋆ would protect max and basically adopt her as his little sister if given the time, he thinks she's really cool

⋆ picks fights and runs away when things get bad, is really afraid of taking punches

⋆ likes onions and hates eating fish

⋆ really likes sour candy and soda

⋆ calls everyone darling and likes to pretend he's in period movies when he's being playfully polite

⋆ his self-esteem is based on his hair and the fact that he plays the guitar

⋆ loves the song war pigs by black sabbath and acts like it's a part of his identity

⋆ owns only 1 pair of converse, they're black and absolutely destroyed

⋆ has to make a new guitar pick necklace all the time because he always loses/breaks his picks

⋆⋆⋆⋆���⋆⋆⋆⋆

this is my first time writing anything on tumblr, i had too many thoughts and wanted to share. also, yes, i am in love with him (and hyperfixated). i hope someone enjoys these.

★ domi

[presidentbungus]

bit of an engiespy fic im "working on" (had the idea for this one specific scene and the entire rest of it is a vague outline i will probably not clear up for the next six months)

spy's drunk btw😁😁 cringelord

When Engie comes back to the workshop Spy's already gone--not really much of a surprise, to be honest. He made peace on his way down that Spy would definitely go off to probably make noise and be caught somewhere else, which is out of his jurisdiction, and anyway the little glass of water he left on the side table's gone too so at least he has some sense.

Hopefully he's hungover enough tomorrow that he won't come 'round to bother him tomorrow, or--well. Dell wouldn't tell anybody but some deep-down shameful part of him hopes that maybe he will show up, but maybe he'll pretend to be too tired to fight or somethin' and maybe they can have another conversation where he's actually intelligible. Realistically he'll probably pretend to forget this happened at all and nothing'll change, and he's prepared to face that, but...

When he's sorting up his workbench out of a mixture of prepping it for work and just being a little embarrassed Spy saw it in the just-got-hit-by-a-tornado state it's usually in mid-project, he does find something very interesting. Taps the lid and a little flash of a memory plays back in his head--Spy stumbling in, fiddling with the cigarette case, gettin' startled and dropping it on a pile of scrap metal and presumably not picking it up again, considering now Dell's tossing it back and forth in his hands wondering if it's a good idea to take a peek inside.

And, well, he knows if he were Spy and this were something personal of his he wouldn't have a second thought. And, well, he ain't Spy, and he's better than Spy, but... at some point he absentmindedly flicks a thumb under a latch and it clicks open, hinges obviously worn from overuse, and right next to a neatly packed and slightly depleted row of cigarettes is--he takes a long blink, makes sure he ain't hallucinating--a neatly laminated and taped photo of some little kid he can swear looks a little too much like Scout.

Very interesting. The buttons built into the case under the picture don't do anything when he presses 'em--that's not really a surprise, and it's probably better anyway 'cause he feels guilty enough just looking through, and he decides he should probably just close it and get over it and stop mindin' business he ain't involved in but...

The but is dangerous, he knows, but holding it up to the lamp on his desk he sees it--a little groove in the felt by the buttons, definitely intentionally built in, and that he could definitely hook a fingernail under and pry up.

And he knows if he does it Spy's probably gonna find out, whenever he comes weaseling back to get what he forgot. But realistically he also knows it's just gonna be whatever machinery makes the disguise kit or whatever work--and, well, he can probably use that as an excuse. Just wanted to take a look at the mechanics. He slides a finger in and works it open, the entire display coming off with a 'pop'. He wouldn't go so far as to dignify the mess of metal and wire inside as machinery--this must break all the damn time, and he gets a flash of a scene, working in the middle of the night til' an invisible hand lands on his shoulder, handing over a case, whispering something stupid like "I require your expertise, laborer"--and he shakes it off.

There's a little compartment beside it, probably just extra space, and Dell tilts his head as he lifts a little red piece of cloth from it, and he holds it to the lamp and sees oil stains and a little cut-off bit of yellow on a corner, and...

He holds it to his sleeve and the colors match exactly, down to the fractured quarter or so of a class emblem.

He puts it back in the compartment and snaps the display back into place nice and tight and shuts the case, placing it on the center of the desk, and even though he goes straight to bed after that when his alarm clock goes off at six-ish he doesn't feel like he slept a wink. When he goes back into the workshop before breakfast nothing is disturbed but the case is gone, and his heart jumps just a little thinking maybe he's still here, maybe he's gonna make up an excuse or tell me I was hallucinating or say he's been meanin' to get something off his chest a little and now seems as good a time as ever, but he stays there standing in front of the workbench another two minutes and watches the shadows and the shadows don't move an inch.

As he shovels eggs into his mouth in the mess hall all he can think about is that little bit of yellow, probably perfectly matched up to the emblem resting on his sleeve now.

[a-really-mediocre-writer]

Heya thank you for writing my request is was brilliant 💕 I do have another one it’s a little weird so honestly if u don’t want to write it then that’s totally fine it’s that Troy found y/n while he was out patrolling or something and takes her back to the ranch after kind of convincing her though she’s still a bit wary and Troy becomes quite obsessed with her and obviously she’s all standoffish at first as he always wants her by his side and I think that he sees her as ‘his’ and again is very possessive which worries jake a bit though he grows used to his behaviour he still keeps a eye on her and her safety and over time y/n grows used to him and depends on him a lot though sometimes she feels a little smothered but doesn’t say anything and Troy totally loves it all the attention he gets from her as he’s totally besotted with her and when Maddison and all that get there they see Troy and y/n and see how he is with her (possessive and obsessed) and again grow a little concerned and worried for her safety and it’s kind of just that again it’s weird and a little long ❤️

this might not be my best because im stressed but i will try and make it as good as i can!! :) <3 i tried to stay as close to the request as possible but a few small details may be different, i hope its good enough tho :p

thank you to @grxce101-blog for the request :)

gonna be quite a long one lol

hope you enjoy!! <3

Troy Otto x Reader No.4

* GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO @b-n-a-o *

When you’re left alone with your own thoughts, which admittedly is rare nowadays, you always wonder why you decided to follow that strangely attractive, cocky camo-covered army man back home.

Anyone would think that the end of the world would mean peace and quiet (if you ignore the dead ones groans), but apparently here at Broke Jaw Ranch, the infamous Troy Otto controls your moments to yourself. Ever since he had happened upon your half-dead self stumbling down the deserted roads all alone and seeking the company of everyone but a walker, he could not and would not leave you alone.

———

For days all you could hear was your own heavy breathing paired with the sound of gravel and dried dirt crunching underneath your worn out boots.

You were alone and had been alone for weeks now after witnessing your family and friends being eaten alive. It was right at the beginning; none of you knew what was going on and were just waiting for answers from anywhere.

The controlled sounds of your mechanical movements down the beaten path were interrupted by the faint sound of heavy metal music blaring from a truck that had finally come into view ahead of you half a mile down the road. Confused and in shock, you stared ahead at the vehicle, stopping in your tracks. You did it; you had finally found other people…But it was in the middle of no where… Surely this was too dangerous to pursue?

The car was sat still. Alone. God knows how many people were in it, but you were sure it couldn’t have been any more than 5.

Quickly, you began your now quick jog off of the road and onto the dead fields surrounding you, still going towards the truck but hoping that they wouldn’t spot you; you had come too far to just turn around and even if you did they would probably drive past you anyway. As you got closer to it you slowed down and took quieter steps, half crouching as you walked.

“Hey!” A loud booming voice came from the truck. They had spotted you. You made the split second decision to play the part of the fragile girl who needed their help, though it wasn’t too much of a character since you did need their help. You hadn’t had any water for the past day and a half and in the heat of the south you might as well be sentencing yourself to death. You jumped and stopped in your tracks, putting your hands up either side of your head.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” The driver asked you with his large gun held close, his bright blue eyes staring you down in a burning gaze as he and his friend approached you.

“I was just-“ You start and look between the two men with their guns out. “I’ve been alone for weeks… You’re the first people I’ve came across in a long time…” You trail off and look down at your feet. “Please I was just- I was wondering if I could borrow some supplies or something? I ran out of water night before last…�� You look back up with puppy dog eyes. At least in the apocalypse you could use your…“womanly charms”… on the men that you came across to get what you wanted. Turns out that is one of the only things that didn’t change with the times.

The men both looked you up and down as if to assess if you were a threat towards them. After a while of this and them passing glances at each other, the driver cleared his throat and you both made eye contact. He noticeably relaxed his puffed up and stiff posture once your eyes met.

“What did you say your name was?” He asks you as he seemingly studies your soul through your eyes.

“I didn’t… It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, huh? Pretty name.” You let out a small laugh as he continues to assess you, “How about something a bit more…permanent? We’ve got a place we could take you and you’d be safe- A lot of people there, we could use the extra hands, we rely a lot on farming and such. If you wanted we could take you there?”

At the mention of this place you brought up your own guard, studying the men in front of you. It sounded too good to be true. I mean, agriculture in the apocalypse?? They had been growing crops while you had been dining on dog food most nights. “I know how it must sound…but you would be safe there. I get it, stranger danger and all, but I can promise to you that you would be kept safe by me. The Ranch could use your help. So hurry up and make your mind up.”

You both eye each other up, and as much as you hate to admit it you found him very attractive; you had went from studying if he was a threat to allowing your eyes to linger on places they shouldn’t. Little did you know but he was doing the exact same thing to you.

“Okay.” You sigh and meet his wandering eyes after a while of thought. “Okay, I will go.”

Hearing the sudden sound movement from behind you both, you and the man you had been staring at both turn to look at his friend who had begun opening the passenger side door and was climbing in.

“Hey!” The driver shouts over to his friend, “Get in the back, there’s a lady with us now.” He finishes and glances down at you with a smirk. With an audible sigh the other man opens the door to the back seats and climbs in, shutting the door loudly behind him. “Go ahead and put your shit wherever, you’re up front with me.” He says and turns to look down at you.

“I’m Troy.”

“Nice to meet you, Troy… And thank you for taking me in… You didn’t have to…” You trail off and he speaks over the silence before you can. “Don’t worry about it, you can make it up to me when we get to The Ranch.” With a puzzled look on your face he ignores your confusion and winks at you before walking off towards the truck, you following him.

———

Ever since he brought you into his community, Troy had barely left your side.

During your first week at the Ranch you were honestly shocked that Troy hadn’t torn anyone’s heads off yet. He was very possessive, even though technically you weren’t together you might as well have been; if you had even flirted with anyone else, your personal G.I. Joe would ensure that they would never talk to you again or in come cases even dare to look in your direction.

For example, one time you had been moving into your new small tent and a few of the militia had offered to help you move in and set it up… Of course, Troy couldn’t allow that. He had pulled them away and had a stern talking to them as you continued to set up your tent and after a while the men who offered their help had walked off and you were left alone with a smiling Troy.

This would happen all of the time between the two of you- He would interrupt your social time until eventually the other person would get the hint and leave you both alone. You usually didn’t bring it up to him or anyone else, not that if you wanted to you could bring it up to anyone else anyway, but occasionally you would need to tell him to back off a bit so that you could have some space to think.

Whenever you weren’t there, unbeknownst to you, Troy would bring you up to anyone he could. He would talk about his favourite things about you whenever he would get the chance to, and if he couldn’t fit your name into conversation at least once he would find a way to indicate to everyone around him that you were his.

Because of his possessive tendencies, everyone always had their guard up. A few of the threatened or concerned members of the ranch had placed complaints to the army man’s father about his behaviours, and this had led to the other Otto boy, Jake, observing from afar his brothers attitude around you.

Sometimes Jake would come over and ask how you were, hinting at his brother to back off so that you didn’t have to, but if you were being honest with yourself you really didn’t mind the attention from the attractive man and his unhealthy obsession with you. As much as you hated how clingy he could get, you had to admit that you were also becoming very reliant on him and you craved the comfort you would get from being around him. Although he was a bit much at times, you grew to love the company and sense of security that came with it.

That being said, it was extremely hard for the both of you, mainly Troy, when he found out that he was being sent to the border with his brother and the militia. He had come into your tent to cry into your shoulder and say his goodbyes the night before he was due to leave.

———

“Troy, I’m not going to die if you go away for a few weeks-“ You reasoned with the man who sat shoulder to shoulder with you in your small tent.

“But what if you do? I wont be able to forgive myself- I- I brought you here- I would have just left you here- It would all be my fault!” He frantically stutters out and dramatically gestures with his hands.

“I’m supposed to be keeping you safe, I promised you that I would!” He turns to look at you with tears brimming in his eyes out of frustration. “If something were to happen to you-“

“Nothing is going to happen to me. I am going to be fine. Even if something were to happen to me, it wouldn’t be your fault at all.” You cut off his rambling as you grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes with a reassuring smile. At this he nods quickly and looks away again.

“I don’t know what I will do without you for the next month…” He mutters to himself and continues to stare into the space ahead of him. At this you raise your hand up to his cheek and gently pull his head to face you. You give him another weak smile before placing a gentle kiss on his other cheek, allowing your lips to linger there for a while before pulling back.

“I will always be there with you…” You trail off before bringing your other hand up and tapping where you kissed with your index finger, “…Right here.” The man pulls you into a strong hug, holding you both as close to each other as possible, and you both just sit there for a while holding each other. After a while of sitting you both instinctively lay down and hold each other closely as you fall asleep in each others arms.

The next morning you said your goodbyes, kissing him on the cheek in the same place as you had the night before and pulling him into a tight hug and you all said your goodbyes.

———

The day that he had arrived back at the ranch you nearly had a concussion from the force that he charged at you to give you the biggest hug you had ever felt. When you heard the news of his truck arriving at the front gates you stopped what you were doing and jogged over to the now opening gate. That was when you saw him- Troy.

He was outside of the truck discussing something with the man at the gate and ordering two strangers out of the vehicle. He still hadn’t spotted you.

You slowly advanced upon the scene and after a few seconds his gaze had shifted to behind the man he was talking to. He froze before charging towards you, picking you up off of your feet from under your armpits and holding you up in a tight hug, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on the small of your back and between your shoulders respectfully. He spun you both around excitedly and buried his face into the crook of your neck, laughing and breathing heavily into the warm skin.

“I’ve missed you, darlin’”

“I’ve missed you too, Troy.” You say breathlessly, still winded by the way he picked you up. You both just held each other for what felt like forever but in reality was only a few seconds before slowly letting your feet touch the ground. Once you are standing he still has his hands on you, however now they’re cupping your cheeks. You smile up at him and place a small kiss to his cheek like you had weeks before. It only took about 30 more seconds of you both staring at each other and breathing heavily before you slowly pulled your face out of his grasp.

“I’ll see you around?” You mutter to him and his smile drops, upset that he couldn’t stay with you all day.

“I uhm- Why not now?” He asks quickly with a slow forming frown appearing on his face.

“I’ve got some work to do…and I’m sure you do too.” You say as your gesture over to the two new people who were awkwardly standing there behind the fence. “Oh…right- Hey I’ve gotta go talk to my dad…sort some stuff out. When they come in could you show them to their cabin?” Troy asks you quietly as he leans over you to talk into your ear. You nod and smile at him with a blush, “Of course.”

———

Opening the door to the small cabin, you led in the mother and son duo that you now knew as Madison and Nick Clark.

“Here you are,” you started as you turned around on your heels to face them both with a smile, “Welcome to the Ranch.” The two smiled back at you before glancing around the room, slowly exploring their small new home.

“Thank you so much, Y/N was it?” Madison asks to which you nod and lean against the wall. “We both appreciate your help.” The woman says as she nudges her son in the side, urging him to smile at you after looking pissed off the whole way up to the cabin. “So how’s Troy then? You seem to think you know him well…” Nick narrows his eyes and crosses his arms leaning his back on the pope of the bed behind him. You look at him curiously, also crossing your arms over your chest to mirror him. “Nick!” His mother whisper shouts at her son as she tuts. “I’m sorry about that, he doesn’t get along very well with…uhm… new people…” You could tell that there was something the pair weren’t telling you, however you decided to keep that to yourself to keep peace among you all.

“Right…well, I’m gonna go. If you need anything, either of you, you can come to me.” You smile again before leaving a pissed off Nick and a seemingly unreadable Madison. Not even 5 steps away from the cabin, you feel a strong hand grab your upper arm and pull you off behind the large Otto house.

“Hey!” You start loudly only to gasp at the sudden tight squeezing of your arm. “Troy! Troy, stop- you’re hurting me!” Trying to yank your arm away from the frustrated man, you’re backed into the wall and cornered by him.

“What did he say about me? I heard him mention my name- what did he say?!” Troy asks frantically but quietly so that no one else could hear him, craning his neck so that your faces were dangerously close. You held your breath and gulped, staring into his worried eyes. What could he be so worried about? Whatever it was, you were sure you would find out sooner or later considering that he was always around you.

“Nothing, Troy…” You whisper to him, your noses merely centimetres apart. His heavy breathing continued, warming up your faces. “He was just asking…how you were…” You sighed, breathless from the close proximity. The both of you looked over each others faces before you leaned up, kissing him on the cheek in the same place you had all those weeks ago. This seemed to calm him down, causing his breath to hitch in his throat momentarily.

You both stay close, he had removed his hand from your arm and now you were standing in a tight hug.

“Troy?”

“Mhm?”

Pulling away from him and looking up, you begin to question, “What happened…at the border? Why does Nick have a problem with you? Did you do something?” This causes him to tense and take a step back. “What? I thought he didn’t say anything about me?”

“Oh! He didn’t…say…anything. I could just sorta tell.” You decided to keep the part where Nick said “you think you know him” because God knows what Troy would have done or if it would have set him off. The man sighs and brings you into another quick hug before you both leave, walking towards everyone else in the outdoor dining area.

———

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear Nick’s voice call out from behind you, causing you to turn around and greet him. “Hey, Nick!” You call back with a small wave and a smile. The man jogs over towards you and stops in front of you with a slight smile himself. “What’s up?” You ask him, examining his face to check for anything that could clue you in on what this could be about. “Oh, uh, nothing really…I saw you and Troy earlier after you left our cabin- are you alright? He looked pissed.” The man lets out a small breathy laugh and so do you, looking down at your feet. “Oh yeah I’m fine, thanks. He just hasn’t seen me in a long time… worries about me.” The air grows thick in awkward tension and silence between the two of you before he replies a simple “Riiight…” Trailing off he seems to get lost in his own thoughts before asking you a lightbulb question. “What about earlier? When he followed you around the camp. Looked like you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone but him…”

“Wow, Nick. You have great eyes.”

The sudden voice of the younger Otto interrupts your awkward conversation and you smile up at him briefly. “Go on, Nick. Move along.” At this, you mouth the word “sorry” towards him with an exaggerated frown, making the man chuckle as he rolls his eyes, walking off away from you both.

“What was that for, Troy?” You begin your questioning of him and gaze up at him. “You can’t just come into my conversations with others and-!” Your ranting is interrupted by a meaningful yet possessive kiss on your lips, his arms snaking around you and pulling you as close as he can while he kissed you. In response after a few seconds of shock, you wrap your arms around his neck and stay like that in the middle of the lunch area of the Ranch for a few more seconds before pulling away.

Breathing heavily, you both hold each other close, Troy with a smug smile on his face. In silence, you both stand there with your eyes closed for a few more seconds before you break the silence.

“Uhm…As lovely as that was…” You start breathlessly, “Why do you keep…doing this? Well, not this, I mean why do you keep interrupting my conversations?” Troy gulps before responding quietly, “We can talk about it later.” And with that, he places a quick kiss on your lips and walks away past you, charging towards the men of his militia and eventually joining them all.

[its-target-official]

sorry had to grab my laptop

anyways (DISCLAIMER THIS WILL PROBABLY SOUND FUCKING INSANE AND WONT MAKE ANY SENSE)

so! their name is Aynsley, he/they, 17-19 years old, about 4 foot 9 inches, white hair, green eyes, and pale skin. they have fluffy deer-like ears (imagine Alastor's ears but on the side of their head and black) he has Lichtenberg scars (didn't fade cause magic) that glow slightly, especially when he experiences extreme emotions. (i know i'm cringe I DONT FUCKING CARE) they have large black wings with white feathers (fun fact, that's actually my theriotype) that they decorate with really pretty chains that hook onto their feathers. the chain has little charms and other things. they have steampunk leg braces that are made of leather straps, mechanical joints made of gears and cogs, steam pistons, pressure gauges for said steam pistons, and a really cool idea that I woke up in the middle of the night to write down: crystal vials that have a liquid in them. (I know this is super over the top) the braces have biosensors that detect their emotions and then sends a signal to change the liquids to match the current emotion.

he usually wears a fitted vest with lots of pockets over a comfortable white shirt, durable brown pants, thick leather boots with metal reinforcements, black gloves, and a belt with even more pockets.

*they play the electric violin but i couldn't find a good place to put it in*

Aynsley has electrical powers (rehehehehehe) due to an accident when they were 13. their cat, named Chickie, had run outside of the small shelter that Aynsley was in during a thunderstorm (their parents didn't like the wings and dipped out of there). so obviously Aynsley goes after Chickie. while he's out there, he gets struck by lightning, leaving him with a shit ton of trauma, nerve damage, chronic pain (ha research time), scars, and powers. at first, their control over the lightning is shaky and sporadic at best, partly due to the newness of the power and the lingering mental trauma from the accident. but by the time the story starts, they have very good control over it, enabling them to be able to fix thingys.

the head engineer of the city (name is work in progress) doesn’t like them because they distract the other workers (not on purpose). So Mr. Engineer Guy makes him work in the underground tunnels of the city, which is pretty dangerous because the city is really old, so there’s lots of cave-ins and breaking pipes and yeah.

that’s when we get to meet Sebastian! (I really need to stop naming things after F1 drivers. My name is Ayrton, after Ayrton Senna; Sebastian after Sebastian Vettel) anyways, Sebastian is a baker, although he definitely knows his way around mechanics. He’s really tall, like I’m talking 7 foot type of height. He’s well-built, with lots of muscle from baking (that shit is hard). Sebastian has brown hair, with natural blonde highlights, a long beard, big brown eyes, and tan skin. (If anyone has any suggestions for his nationality/ethnicity, please tell me).

so Aynsley is down in the tunnels, fixing stuff, as one does. He has a mechanical cat named Filament, who is very important to the story. While Aynsley is working on something, there’s a cave-in. His wing is stuck under rubble, and one of his braces is bent and broken. Filament goes to get someone to help Aynsley, and that someone just so happens to be Sebastian :)

Sebastian was in the tunnels to find some parts to fix something in his bakery (not sure what yet) but he follows Filament to Aynsley and helps them.

that’s all I have laid out for the plot, but I do have some more little character information. Sebastian plays piano, and is a mama’s boy. He’s basically a big golden retriever. Aynsley lives in a big watchtower overlooking the city, and they’re an outcast because of their wings and scars/powers.

Here’s the best part: THEYRE BOTH AROACE

the problem with being unhealthy obsessed with your oc is that you have to make all the stuff yourself

[bitimdrake]

I'm so sorry, but how did my boy Cyborg turn into a planet??

Phew, okay, it's been a minute since I've read it all, but let's see if I can still do this. Because obviously we are taking the long way through this explanation.

A History of How Cyborg Became a Planet

Once upon a time in 1980, Cyborg was introduced in New Teen Titans as the cyborg we all know and love, and remained as such for about a decade.

Then he got blown up and lost much of his memory in the terrible Titans Hunt storyline, and subsequently ended up far more like a lifeless robot and less like a person for a very long and awful stretch of comics. Eventually it was determined he was still alive in there (yay), but was basically trapped inside a fully mechanical shell, unable to do anything beyond mechanical responses and only sometimes aware of things around him (aw).

Then Technis appeared--a moving computer planet slash dying cybernetic hivemind in need of...souls to assimilate or something? Look, I do not remember the technicalities of this very old comic, but essentially Technis determined that Cyborg, being compatibly machine-like but also with a soul, was exactly what they needed to adapt and survive.

Good news: they can finally help Vic to not be trapped in his own body and be a person again. Bad news: turns out he's in a bad place anyway and won't be able to sustain power (i.e. survive) if he leaves Technis. Vic gets absorbed into the cybernetic hive mind planet, and they fly off into the space sunset. Vic's last appearance for a couple years is New Titans #107.

(this is how the comic gives a tragic and heartfelt goodbye to Cyborg...with his face weirdly formed on the computer-planet's surface)

Now I hear you crying foul, because Vic is only a part of a hive mind that occupies a computer planet here, and not really a planet himself. Don't worry. I'm getting there. He's gonna be a totally different planet.

Technis and Vic reappear in the run's final storyline (New Titans #127-130), where we find out Vic has been reborn in an energy construct body and is going by Cyberion.

(that’s him, the black and red man with glowing eyes and cyber-dreads)

Blah blah dramatic storyline here. Technis gets destroyed, but Vic/Cyberion decides to stay in space, following Technis's old directive to explore and rebuild. Gar (a.k.a. Changeling, a.k.a. Beast Boy) stays with him, and the pair stop appearing in comics for another couple years as they do things in space.

However! Gar reappears without Vic towards the end of Teen Titans vol 2, having apparently left his best friend because things started getting too weird...

Cue JLA/Titans (a mini I genuinely enjoyed, for the record) where a strange planet made of debris from ruined worlds comes to earth, interrupting computer systems, kidnapping Titans left and right, and absorbing the moon into itself for strange and esoteric reasons that seem to convey an unexpected sense of loneliness and...okay, yeah, it’s Vic.

(a portrait of a man)

You see, Gar left because Vic was getting a little too into the Technis drive to reassemble/repopulate after his hivemind space family’s destruction. He got his hands on a mech suit made out of fully morphable metal, which he took over rather than remain an energy construct. And as he collected materials around the galaxy, he absorbed them into his new body, collecting more and more, growing larger and larger, trying to recreate the Planet Technis until, you know. Planet Cyberion.

And that’s how Cyborg became a planet!