#but he was like 4 lbs MAX

[hawkzeyes]

really hoping things get better for you. you're a cool person.

Thank you anon 🥹 you’re very sweet. I am ok. I got to say goodbye even if it was just over FaceTime and I have so many pictures of my little gremlin. I’ll miss him but it’s the circle of life. I appreciate you v much for checking in 🫶

[mekatrio]

waitt i just realized no wonder lotus has been stressed as hell.. cuz if the exit is a 9 door, itll be hard as hell for her to leave..... i think..

[247-diaperboy]

All the way, Daddy’s Boy

The room was small, but quaint, with pale blue walls that reminded Max of the color of the sky in august, misted by hazy clouds. He smiled at that. The color was a little boyish. But, he hadn’t been able to repaint. Tom and Greg had been clear on that. They said that Mr. Jeremy Butler, the landlord, was very strict. Two months extra rent for repainting! And, they argued, Max was the youngest and newest – still a sophomore - so he chose last.

He had moved in last week, joining Tom and Greg, Seniors who had been there for 3 years. He had lived in Chandice Hall last year, a dorm building from the 1940s that could barely be called a dorm. Honestly, if it wasn’t torn down within the decade, it was in danger of falling down. By spring Max had decided to move off campus, and he heard that Tom and Greg were looking for a new roommate. They lived in an enviable 4 bedroom on a cul-de-sac a couple miles from campus. It was a ranch, all brick, in the post-war style. The house was low and flat, with a large yard and big, towering pines. The guys held barbeques in the summer.

Max stood up from his twin beg, stretching out his torso into a long sinuous arch, curling his toes and fingers. Just as his fingers hit their apex, his right hand rolled down brushing the top of his short cropped hair, and he rubbed his neck. He hitched his left hand in his boxers, which were loose and low. What a fucking color. He thought for the 100th time. Pale, baby blue. Oh well.

He looked morosely down at his short twin bed. Not much better. But, a twin was the only think that would fit in here, and it was a modified twin. Coated with annoying, crinkling, plastic! His dresser hadn’t fit, either, so he was using the built in wall drawers which lined one side of the room. Oddly, above these there was a seem in the wall, and a large thick wooden slat flipped down as a desk. A super long desk, Max thought again. Whatever. Greg had told him this was the office and the owner was an architect. He shrugged mentally. Max stripped, pulling on a pair of tight spandex briefs. He cupped his goods. Nice package, he thought and smiled to himself, my body is amaaazing, and he giggled at the self-flattery. He slipped on his jeans, and pulled on a faded green t-shirt. He stopped by the hall bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face on the way to the kitchen. He arrived to find Greg standing on the table. He looked up in consternation.

“What the hell is going on in here” he grumbled, with the tones of sleep still rounding the edges of his words.

Greg looked back, turning his muscled torso 90 degrees left, and flicked his head, and caught Max with his eyes. He was wearing only cut off painters shorts he had created from last year kakhis. He tilted his head, his floppy brown hair tilting to the side.

“Yeah. Light needs changing” he stated matter-of-factly. Greg was a no-nonsense guy. “Hand me that wire, would you Max”

“Sure” Max responded, picking up the wire and passing it up. “Where’s Tom?”

“Oh. He went to class about an hour ago. That history class he, um the …” Greg paused as he stuck out his tongue in concentration, wiring a connection while balancing the light. “ahhh. Got it. Um, the one he needs for his major. the one he’s always complaining about…. Italian history, I think”

“Oh yeah, yeah” Max paused, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. “Hey, Greg, you know that mattress of mine is really annoying. I mean it could wake the dead, man. And, it feels like I’m sleeping on a stiff plastic tarp – you know the camping ones? Its slick, crinkly. Super fucking annoying. I gotta change it.”

Greg stepped down from the table, having completed his task. On the ground, the height difference between Greg and Max was more obvious. Greg was 6 foot 2 inches, 190 lbs with broad shoulders. Max wasn’t tiny. He wasn’t! Max frowned at his own thought, and looked down at himself as if to re-enforce this. His Dad always said he was the tallest in their family! But at 5 foot 6 inches, and 150 lbs, he was slim and small compared to Greg. It made their 2 year age difference – 22 to 19 – seem much greater than it was. Although, he had heard rumors that Greg was older, he couldn’t confirm it.

“Max, buddy. You know we can’t get rid of Jeremy’s stuff, and we cant store it.” He glared “That was a condition of moving in. And, that’s part of the reason you’re paying so little”

Max sighed, and rolled his eyes dramatically. Whatever. He was never going to be able to find such affordable housing near campus. He grabbed his green book bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed out, calling bye to Greg as he scampered out the door. Greg smiled faintly at the back of the closed door, and headed down to the 4th bedroom in the basement to get some supplies. The beginning of the process was always so much fun, Greg thought.

Max returned home to see his Dad in Septermber for a long weekend. The bus sucked. It was long, boring, and the guy next to him smelled like a garbage bag! Yuuuuuck. And, the bus had no bathroom, so the last 2 hours of the trip Max was certain he was going to piss himself. He sprinted off that bus and straight to the restroom. He had never been so happy to see a urinal in his life!

Weekend with Dad was great, but oddly, he didn’t sleep so well. He had started sleeping naked most nights in the last month depending on the temperature. It seemed that his room was really hot; much warmer then the rest of the house. And, somehow the fucking slick, crinkly, plastic sheet on his mattress stayed a little cooler, and so if he had his skin on it, it felt a little better. Max imagined he was quite a site: sleeping buck naked with no sheets on the plastic lined mattress. Oh well. It felt good. Anyways, at Dads the mattess just felt hot and soft. Weirdly, he had trouble sleeping on it.

On Sunday night, his Dad had noticed his fatigue, and asked. He reported dutifully about his new mattress in his rental room, and how it was odd to sleep on this one.

“You mean, plastic? Like, slick thick cold plastic encasing the mattress?” His dad asked, enthusiastically, his voice brimming with containing mocking humor.

Max answered slowly, fearing a trap “Uh, yeah. Just like that. It covered the whole thing. You cant even get it off”

His Dad threw back his head and laughed uproariously, a loud booming laugh. When the laughed turned to a chuckle he started: “That’s a mattress protector.” When Max looked over blankly he continued “Like, for a kid who wets his bed. Like pisses in it. You know, like pees in the bed…. so the piss doesn’t soak in just runs…”

Max cut him off “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks. I get it” he simmered. I guess for some reason Jeremy had a bed wetter mattress installed in his rental house. Fuck. And, Max couldnt get rid of it. Max groaned inwardly as his dad continued giggling. It didn’t occur to either of them to wonder if Greg or Tom know the purpose of the mattress.

The next week proceeded uneventfully. Max resigned himself to sleeping on the mattress, and strangely he enjoyed getting back to it. “I liked it before I knew its purpose, why should I change now?” Max thought.

It wasn’t until the start of October that things began getting weird. After it all went down, when Max became thoughtful, indeed, when he thought at all, he would think back to that week in particular. A cascade of events can start from such a random, little thing. Or, was it random?

In late September, Toms Grandma Jean came to visit them for a week. It was torture. Jean was 82, imperious, demanding, and set in her ways. Tom was running around the entire week. Max tried his best not to be at home at all. He would arrive late at night, drinking, studying, whatever. He would enter the house quietly and approach the fridge, quickly stealing food and drink, and taking it back to his room.

It so happened that on Monday he took a water bottle with an “JS” on top – or so he was later told. Grandma Jean apparently had trouble swallowing pills, and would melt her medications in water, and then drink the bottle.

It doesn’t matter what was in the bottle; Tom was never able to tell him that, and Jean didn’t really know. Some combination of her meds she said. Max went to sleep that night, and when he woke up next, he was naked, cold. Tom and Greg were both standing over him. He felt the air on his skin. As usual he was on his bed, naked, lying on the plastic coated mattress. He squirmed, and looked up at them. “Stop it!” Tom ordered, looking down, his blond hair spiked.

“Not again” Greg groaned simultaneously, sticking his hand under Max’s cold butt and tilting him to the side. Max barely reacted, but groaned. His hand feels so warm. Max could tell that Greg’s hand emerged glistening, wet, and a dribble ran down his forearm. He cursed loudly “Fucking piss soaked” and ran out of the room, while muffled the rest of his sentence.

Max struggled for coherence. His brain wrestled to make sense of the situation.

He hesitated and then lifted his head and looked down at his thin, tanned body. His lower abs and crotch and upper thighs were wet and shining, and there was a small puddle under his butt. He could smell it clearly. It was the shared smell of a urinal, a boy’s locker room, and a baby’s used diaper; it was stale urine. He groaned. The urine puddled under his butt, held out of the mattress by the plastic protector sheet. He lifted his hand to his chest, and unknowingly, he brought piss with it, and felt the piss run down his chest. Max was groggy. He wanted to cry. He looked up at Tom, who smoothed back his hair in a protective gesture.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” Tom declared. He began to roll Max to the side and toweled off under his butt. Max fell in and out of sleep, eventually waking up again in the morning. He could barely tell if that nights activities were a dream or not. But, from the smell of his room - still vaguely urine-tinged - he knew it was no dream. Remembering Tom and Greg seeing him piss-soaked and naked, he blushed red as he stood up and pulled on his boxers.

For several days thereafter, Max was groggy and tired. He was almost too sick to think. Greg threatened to take him to a doctor, but he just shrugged it off. The meds will pass he thought. Jean had long since left.

To his dismay, he continued to wake up in a wet bed. And, he was not pissing a little, but a lot. He would wake up with he naked butt in puddles of hot urine on the mattress. The air fresheners that Tom had strung up in his room did little to cover the scent. Greg and Tom were real sports about it. On the 5th day, when Max ran out of boxers, Tom lend him a small pair of his. On Friday, he woke up in the early morning hours, feeling again the piss around his crotch. He was laying face down on his mattress, and the piss extended up to his chest. He started sobbing. How had this happened to him? He had never pissed the bed! He sat up, and some of the urine sloshed onto the floor, which made him cry even harder.

That was how Greg found him, crying, naked, half covered in piss. Greg said nothing, but, walked slowly towards him and enfolded him in a powerful hug apparently disregarding the fact that urine was now covered Greg too.

“Shhhhh. Don’t cry Max. Shhhhh” he cooed as Max sobbed against his chest, heaving and shaking. “We’ll fix this buddy. Don’t worry” he continued in a low, calm voice, as if soothing a puppy. At some point he began to stroke the back of Max’s head, and Max’s sobs trailed off as he nestled his head against Toms warm neck. That morning, he followed Toms instructions as he was told to shower and get dressed. Maybe Tom could fix this mess, Max thought optimistically. Tom and Greg seemed like such good guys.

Weeks later, Max would have trouble recalling who first suggested the diapers. In truth, it may have been no one, or anyone. One day, he woke up in his puddle of urine, cold, shivering. And, the next day, in the afternoon, he found, at the foot of his closet, an unopened pack of adult diapers. He torn open the pack, and unfolded one. It was large (larger then he would have expected!) and thick, but soft. He needn’t have opened the pack. His underwear drawer was generously stocked with the folded diapers. The filled most of his underwear drawer, and his boxers had been stuffed in the side and in the next drawer down.

He mentioned these in passing to Tom and Greg; it was not a conversation really, but more of an acknowledgment; as if to say, I found these. The both nodded, studiously avoiding the issue. Only that night while they were all seated in the living room watching TV, did Greg say, “Remember to get one of those diapers on before bed, Max” Max looked over, but Greg had gone back to watching the show, as if the issue deserved no more comment. And, maybe it didn’t. Max had a problem, and the diapers were a simple solution. He tried to be a man about it.

That night, he put one on for the first time. He had unfolded one on the bed, fully open it took up a fair portion of the twin bed. He stripped to nothing and laid down butt first on the diaper. It took some doing, but he folded it up in place over his dick and crotch, securing the tapes. He closed his legs slowly, feeling the dense mass of stuffing that covered his butt, balls, and cock keeping his legs apart. It gave some when he brought his legs together, bunching and pushing out in the front. But, the mass was still present. He could almost feel how dry, and thirsty it was.

He stood up gingerly, feeling the diaper move with him. He moved carefully to his closet, as if the thick bundle around his crotch could break, but really, he moved slowly to lessen the creeping humiliation he felt. It is this way when a toddler first walks? He thought, the thick diaper making the act awkward and halting. Max was surprised but pleased to find a pair of baggy PJ bottoms to pull over the diaper, even if they were covered by baseballs in a too-boyish style. He hadn’t worn these in years.

When he emerged back out to sit on the couch and watch TV, the only mention of his new attire was a jest: “Max, you take the seat with the warn out cushion – you got extra padding!” Tom cracked, to Greg’s delight. The next morning, no one was surprised to find that Max had wet himself at night. Tom and Greg were up remarkably early, and Max’s door was open when he awoke. His stirring brought Tom and Greg both to the room, to stand over his bed. That would have been more unusual a couple months ago, but given his recent bed wetting, they seemed to be in his room nearly every morning. They stood shoulder to shoulder at the foot of his bed, both shirtless, as they often were; Greg had his fingers lightly on Toms waist.

Max’s PJ bottoms has slipped low in the night, and his diaper was mostly bare. Before Max could ask why Greg was touching Tom, Greg reached down and used one of his index fingers to tug them down the rest of the way, revealing the diaper totally. It was a mottled grey-yellow, indented and deformed. It looked nothing like the night before. Although none of the boys were used to seeing wet diapers, they knew that was what this way: a diaper used to capacity. Tom’s lips turned up in the corner, an almost smile.

“Looks like that diaper did its job chief” he declared. With that, Tom turned and walked out. Greg lingered, watching his diaper crotch just a little too long. Max looked at Greg awkwardly.

“Greg, do you need something?” Max asked quietly. Greg started.

“No, no” he said as he walked out of the small blue room.

At first, the used diapers went in the bathroom garbage. But, Greg soon complained about the smell. Even when Max folded them up well, they did smell. Soon, there was a garbage, really a diaper-pail, in the corner of his blue bedroom. At first, it was odd for Max to see his used diapers day after day. They were balled up tight, but yellow, used. They smelled faintly of piss, and his room did too. Nothing severe.

Max couldn’t tell if it was better or worse when he found a nursery-sent nightlight in his room after returning from class. Tom had good fun with him about it, but defended it by saying that Amazon had only small repository of get-rid-of-diaper-smell items, and they all were babyish. Indeed, Tom said he had tried to google “get rid of diaper smell” and “adult” in the same sentence, and got nothing. Oh well.

By that Christmas break that year, Max was wearing diapers every night regularly, and without thought. A couple times he stopped to wonder if the meds that he had involuntarily taken from Jean would wear off, or why they hadn’t. But, he didn’t dwell on this too much. Whenever he got the thought in his mind, it would slip away, fleeting.

The last order of diapers had been 2 cases – 100 in total. He had blanched slightly when they arrived, but they were cheaper this way, and Greg had helped him split the cost. Those diapers, when unpacked, had filled a couple drawers and lined several shelves extra.

Max decided to stay in town for Christmas while Greg and Tom when home. He hadn’t wanted to confront his Dad with his night-time-diapers. It seemed simpler this way. Those were the first days he started wearing diapers during the day. It started simply. One lazy morning he decided to eat before changing out of his diaper. Being familiar with the capcity of these diapers, he could tell now that this wet diaper could handle more. And, he had recently wet. It was warm, almost cozy. He squirted a little more piss into his diaper during breakfast. He thought about his diapers more recently. While at the kitchen table eating his oatmeal, he rubbing himself through the front of his diaper, feeling the soggy warm heavy diaper rub against his hard dick. Damn, he thought. That felt goooood. Pretty quickly, while eating, he cam into the front of his diaper. He rocked his crotch forward, clamping down on the spoon in his mouth. He felt the hot cum squirt out in his wet diaper. When he was done he panted slightly, and began to get up. He stopped, and laughed. There was no reason to get up. No cleanup. Oh shit; that was certainly a benefit to wearing diapers. He thought, remembering normal clean-up when he used to jack off. He careless rubbed his post-climax dick again through the diaper, shuddering.

That morning, at almost noon, he changed out of his wet diaper and into a dry one. He defended it to himself. He was going to be home all day. It was like wearing at night. And, there were so many diapers in his room, who would notice a missing one.

By the time Tom and Greg both returned from winter break, Max had been wearing diapers non-stop for almost 2 weeks. He would push them down to shit still, but wouldn’t really even clean himself up as much as he used to. It was a diaper, right? He’d think as he pulled the wet diaper from around his ankles after he shit. The guys got home at night, and it was not unexpected that Max was wearing, although he greeted them in just his diaper and short socks, which made them both grin broadly.

But, Max had not counted on how many diapers he had gone through. The next morning, Greg noted that almost 60 diapers had been used since before they left.

“Max, that’s like 4 per day, buddy” Greg said sternly for the 4th or 5th time. Max looked down. He had used every excuse he could think of, and the only thing left to him was the truth.

“Well, I’ve been wearing the diapers during the day. All day.” Max intoned, very slowly, pronouncing every word as if they were fragile strange things. Greg looked at him, sitting on the side of the bed – the sheet crinkling with his movements – his diaper wet, bulging at his crotch. It did not occur to Max to be embarrassed at his used diaper.

And, surprisingly, Greg smiled. He ruffled his hand through Max’s hair. “Look. Diapers are cheap. We can get more. Use as many as you want. If you want to wear all the time, Tom and I will totally support that” Greg said. As if on cue, Tom peaked his head it, and yelped “We sure will!” and then continued down the hall.

Max realized two things that day. He did feel more comfortable wearing diapers during he day. But, his clothes did not fit well over them. He had spent the holiday break at home, and now he was confronted with the prospect of going to class in diapers. He went through jeans, khakis, shorts. In all of them, the diaper was woefully obvious at least to his nervous eyes. He examined himself in the mirror again, his j-crew Khakis over his diaper… the diaper contour stretching the confines of his crotch and butt, and worse still, it rustled loudly, and peaked up above the too-low waist band.

Max eventually settled on sweat pants, through which the diaper was somewhat concealed in the folds of extra cloth. To his surprise, when he arrived in the kitchen that morning, Tom had packed him a lunch for class in a paper bag. He stuffed it into his bookbag and grinned as Tom slapped him on his diapered ass. He barely registered that Gregs hand came up and cradled Toms neck as he was walking out the door.

Those weeks, in the early winter were both easy and careless. Max was often seen around campus in his navy blue sweat pants, paired with all manner of t-shirts or Henley’s and an accompanying jacket. Some students who sat beside him swore he smelled odd, musky, stale. Others noticed nothing. Similarly, some talked about his growing crotch or enlarging butt. There were rumors, but they only skirted the truth. The rumors rarely reached Max’s ears. When Greg or Tom heard about them, they fed the rumors slightly, obliquely. The word diaper was only mentioned in passing, hushed whispers.

For himself, Max slept soundly at night and romped during the day. He was surprisingly happy. His thoughts had become strangely simplified. Sometimes he almost thought that his thought-process had become more child-like. He had altered his routine somewhat to accommodate the diapers, but that was greatly outweighed by the added security and comfort he got from them. This joy was not lost on Greg and Tom.

It was early in March when Max noticed that his closet was strangely empty. It was true that he was wearing only a small selection of clothes, but still, he was momentarily taken aback by the empty shelves and naked hangers. He was back early. He has stripped out of his sweats to get them a much needed wash, and was in a white printed t and his diaper, which was slightly used, and hung a little low on his waist. Greg returned from class first to find Max in the living room watching TV and having a beer.

“Hey Greg” Max voiced “What’s with my closet?”

Greg barely noticed Max as he was unpacking his book bag. “Tom and I took the clothes to good will this morning. You cant wear most of them anymore. The better pieces Tom took to consignment to get some extra money to buy you new shit.” He reported matter-of-factly as if stating a fact that did not concern Max.

“Oh” Max paused, taking in this news. “Well, I guess I could use some new clothes” he looked up at the TV as if nothing had happened, and took another sip of his beer. If Tom was going to get him a new wardrobe, great. Nice to have some more pants, he thought philosophically while looking down at his bare legs and exposed diaper. Prior to dinner, when Tom and Greg were in the kitchen, Max was sitting at the table chatting with them. He stood up slowly, and began to walk to the bathroom. Something in the way he walked, slightly bow legged, set Tom off. He walked so much like a toddler.

“He buddy” Tom called conspiratorially “Where you going?”

Max looked back. Strange. The hadn’t been this interested in his comings and goings before. He rubbed his flat stomach absent mindedly, and ran a hand along the waist band of his diaper. His stomach groaned, and he felt the familiar pressure building. “I’m heading to the bathroom Tom” he reported, turning to walk. “Stop!” Tom ordered, brokering no argument. “Greg and I have been talking. We think we’re spending almost $300 per month on your diapers. And, we think you should use them fully. Its just not fair” he reasoned “its like you’re throwing away half our money”

Max stopped, puzzled. Weird argument. He dismissed them and turned to head to the bathroom. He didn’t expect Greg to tackle him, pushing him onto the plush carpet, wrestling him to the ground playfully. They tousled for a couple minutes, laughing at the unexpected physicality of it.

Max was abruptly brought to the present when he felt the pressure in his stomach surge. He had a critical need to shit. He yelped this to Greg in a semi-strangled voice. Greg remained straddles across him, holding his arms to the floor. “Let me up Greg, I really, really gotta go” Max whined again, high pitched, which squirming. Greg paused, looking down. He mercilessly pressed a fist slowly into Maxes flat stomach. Max groaned audibly. Greg jumped off him as Max flipped over to his stomach and got himself up on his knees. His lips drew back from his teeth in nether a smile nor a grimace. Very slowly, he levered his butt out and up, his head down but his face out. Greg was kneeling beside him, and slipped a hand under the back of his t-shirt, rubbing his back from neck down to diaper butt.

He locked eyes with Max and spoke carefully. “Don’t hold back Max. It’s OK. Do it.” In that moment, Max didn’t push – no – he simply let go the effort of holding back. And, with that, his bowels rumbled out into his waiting diaper. They filled his diapered seat. This was so much more then wetting. He thought as he felt the hot slimy mess fill his diaper and felt it continue coming out of him. Some part of him was conscious that he wet at the same time. As he continued soiling himself, he broke eye contact with Greg and closed his eyes. His diaper butt felt heavy, and sagged low between his legs.

He eventually laid down on the floor, somehow exhausted. He was all too conscious of the full diaper he wore. Full in every sense. He felt it – warm, wet, and heavy. He smelled it. When he moved it shifted. His cheeks blushed bright red as he thought about what he had done, what he was wearing. He looked up at Tom and Greg who now stood over him… his voice was almost tearful, “I shit in my diaper” he whispered, voice quavering.

That was when he discovered another use for the large levered desk in his room. Greg took him there, walking him gingerly. Tom and Greg had made clear he could not change himself out of this diaper. The “desk” flopped down out of the wall, and Max was stunned to see Tom quickly unfold a cushioned printing plastic mat. Even in his shocked state, standing in his full diaper, he looked at the board, covered in the white plastic mat printed with baseballs, mitts, and bats,

His eyes widened as he looked at Greg, “This is, uh, this is a baby changing table” He said. The sheltered cubbies in the wall were filled with diaper changing supplies; baby oil, and baby powder. Pampers wipes.

Greg paternalistically rubbed Max on the head. “No, buddy, its not a baby changing table. Its a changing table for adults who wear diapers” He reported. With that, he put his strong hands at Max’s waist and hoisted him onto the table, plopping him down on his butt. Max started. The force of him landing pushed his shit all over his backside, making him newly aware of his diaper. Strangely, his cock became hard.

Tom appeared, and pulled off his shirt, and pushed him flat onto his back. In the hours after, Max tried to forget the humiliation of that 15 minutes. He laid on that table with his butt in the air, and the smell of his shit, while Greg cleaned his butt and Tom rubbed his chest and soothed him. He cried softly through much of the change, but his dick remained hard. Greg teased him as he put him back into a dry diaper, this time liberally applying baby oil. When he stood up, he noticed that the baby oil and powder lent him a much more infantile smell.

It was no less then 2 months later that the first diaper-messing seemed a distant, foreign memory to Max. He tried to remember how and why it had felt so strange; this was the most natural of impulses. Letting go. He did it easily now. It just came out into his diaper. Wetting or messing. It was a diaper. It was to be used. He has wet and messed himself at breakfast yesterday, and told Tom this thought. Tom had praised him.

“Yeah, of course, Max. For you, using you diaper is and should be the most natural thing in the world. Its the same way for all little boys” Max lifted up his chin and grinned at Toms praise. It meant a lot to him, to have Tom or Greg praise him. He would glow for hours afterwards.

True to his word, Tom had stocked his closet with clothes that were much better suited to his attire. His jeans now were double stiched with a wide crotch and elastic waist. He had a couple pairs of overalls. Greg had even bought him a onsie recently, saying it was like an undershirt, but better for hiding his diaper. He cringed a little at that recent memory. It seemed more than a little infantile when Greg had snapped that onsie over his diaper. But, he did enjoy the way it had pushed up the diaper against his cock. He became hard just thinking about it. And, the diaper didn’t peak over his pants when he wore them. Practical, Max thought.

Around the house, Max had noticed small changes. Nothing he could put his finger on. He complained to Tom once, and even to his own ears, it sounding like the whining of a spoiled child. The chairs in the kitchen were being changed out, and while Tom and Greg used the two remaining wooden ones, Max was stuck with a smaller plastic one that had a seat belt in it. Of course, the guys never used the belt on him. But, the chair was small, blue and red, with high arms. And, it took him a couple days, but he noticed that he was always drinking out of plastic cups now with lids and straws.

When he mentioned it, Tom laughed “Its nothing. We’re just short on glass cups.” He almost complained when Greg wiped his mouth after dinner, but held himself back. Greg was so gentle with it, so caring, cupping the back of his head and gently wiping the wet wipe over his mouth. And, it felt nice to be touched like that by Greg.

Also, he couldn’t tell if it was just him, but Max noticed that Tom and Greg were increasingly touching or holding each other. Simple hugging, or having arms around each other. The other night, on the couch, Max was in his new onsie and diaper, and sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, and he looked up to see Tom lying with Gregs legs straddling him. When Max looked at them, they smiled and Tom winked. He shrugged, and went back to watching TV.

Max’s last day of class was in the first week of June. He was in his overalls, which he liked wearing now. They were blue-jean color, and cut slightly large. He wore a red onsie underneath them. Tom came with him to class sometimes now, and was with him today. He sat beside Tom in the back row. He set his backpack down by his feet. His sneakers were big, white hightops. He was quite wet, and knew it now that he felt his diaper, although he barely remembered wetting. He whispered this to Tom, who shrugged. He knew that the bathroom in the Carmichael building was a pissing trough with no privacy, and a couple small stalls. There was no place to change a diaper. Max silently cursed when he felt the need to mess half way through lecture. He tugged on Toms sleeve.

It was no use. While the professor talked about early agrarian economies, Max succumbed and soiled his diaper badly, feeling the hot mess and squirting piss assail his diaper simultaneously. Soon, the dirty diaper smell became obvious.

“Did you mess?” Tom queried, grimacing “Phewy, that stinks. Lift up, stinky butt, let me see. It smells like you leaked.” Max lifted his butt slightly for Tom, who saw the damp crescents across the back his butt. “Damn it! I knew we should have switched to those other diapers. Greg was right” Max dropped his head onto the desk, as nearby students started turning. In the preceding months, the rumors of a diaper-wearing student had solidified, and were now commonly known.

“Max, did you fucking mess you diaper again, baby?” a loud mouthed frat guy hooted from 2 rows in front. “I can smell that shit from here. Daddy’s gonna have to get you changed” he laughed, as a chorus of other students joined in giggling nervously and looking at Max. Kyle a sophomore seated beside Tom, was less forgiving.

“Damn it. It smells like a diaper-baby-fucking-nursery here. If you’re still wetting and shitting your diapers like a baby maybe you should be in nursery school and not a college seminar, and let us adults concentrate?” Kyle lectured.

To the sound of laughs, Max walked out of the lecture hall, his wet and messy diaper obvious as Tom walked beside him.

After that episode in lecture, the changes came quickly for Max throughout that spring and summer.

He was already diapered all the time, and, after his original diapers leaked occasionally, Greg had switched him to thicker diapers. He had seen the ordering site; these were diapers only worn by completely incontinent men. They were loud, thick, and impossible to hide. In order to compensate, his wardrobe had changed radically. The onsies had multiplied. They were perfect for fitting over the thick diapers. They held them up, and in place. And, Greg liked to say, they prevented Max from tampering with his own diapers. As if Max was going to. He was perfectly content with Greg and Tom handling that.

The story of his soiling his diaper in class had become common knowledge. Their school was not large, and now it seemed that every student knew that Max wore diapers. This was a blessing and a curse. After initial mocking and taunting, students seems to let him be. It was for the best, since his diapers were not easily concealable under his clothes. He was mostly in overalls now when he went out. On some of the overalls, there were leg snaps so that Tom or Greg could get to his diaper easier. With the leg snaps and the onsie, he was surprised to realized they could change his diapers without undressing him.

In addition to his onsies, he had sleepers for overnight – long tight playful printed things which exaggerated the contour of his diaper butt and his thin toned limbs. For the day, he had slowly built up a collection of toddlerish clothes: rompers for in the house – loose garments in which he could play. Greg had also bought him some shortalls, which were mostly for inside, but he had endured an embarrassing trip to the park in them once, where, blessedly, he had not been seen. But, often, he was in just a diaper or a t-shirt and diaper.

The other changes were incremental. The desk-changing table came down permanently, with a baby-boy printed covering, and became a changing table in truth.

He first had a towel around his neck, then, when the towel grew dirty with his food, he was given a bib. His plastic chair with a belt became a larger chair with a tray, and then a lockable high chair. His plastic-covered cup became a sippy cup.

It was this way that Max found himself near the end of the summer. He had been home from classes for 2 months, and his life had become, in reality, that of a kid. Maybe even that of a toddler he thought. He still had say over his actions. But, he was, in some ways confined by his diaper and clothing. And, in truth, he needed the diapers now, and had come to enjoy them.

It was a morning in late summer when Max stumbled from his bed – still plastic sheet covered, but now with short railings. He was clad in a tight white onsie which had small barely visible soccer ball prints. This onsie covered his engorged diaper. He waddled more then walked into the hallway. Sounds down the hall caught his attention and he wandered to them, opening the door to Greg’s room. He paused at the door. Greg and Tom were both naked, kneeling, Greg straddling Tom from the back. Toms dick was hard. Greg was behind him. They both looked up at Max. Their skin was glistened with sweat.

“Hi boy” Greg voiced, throaty, husky. “You come to play with your daddies?” he asked. Max looked over, and felt his cock hard in his diaper. Greg looked at Max “You know that inflatable stuffed horse we got you? Go get it, come back” Max scampered through the house, returning moments later. “Mount it at the foot of the bed” Greg ordered, while Tom moaned.

Max sat down at the foot of the bed and straddled his horse. His wet diaper, bound by his onsie, pushed up mightily against his cock.

“Now ride it until you cum” Greg ordered, and he continued taking Tom from behind. Max moved his hips back and forth, while looking at Tom and Greg, and feeling his cock trapped, hard, in the wet diaper. He was about to cum when Tom reached forward and slipped something into his mouth. It was long and plastic, and Max felt the guard around his mouth. It was a large pacifier. He sucked and sucked and watched the men above him gyrating as his dick exploded into his waiting diaper. He continued humping and moaning as he fell forward.

[irodimww]

Blindy and Bunster Headcanons

SHOUTOUT TO @fawncr33k FOR INSPIRING ME TO MAKE A POST OF MY HC’S OF THE SILLIES !! (I’ve always wanted to make an HC post omg) thanks y’all for liking the silly jester and carnivore bnnuys !!

BLINDY HEADCANONS

＞FIRST WITH BLINDY’S PERSONALITY OMG: For a quick rundown, he’s cold, distant, private/secretive, very “guardian-like” (but in a dark way), grim, serious, blunt, kinda antisocial, strategic (I’d give a lot more details but we’d be here all day SOBBING)

＞ Blindy’s favorite color is red!! (reminds him of meat)

＞ He is a carnivore! I like to imagine him with fangs/sharper canines due to eating meat

＞ His ears can pick up the most quiet of noises from the farthest of distances away! He’s very fast, and can run in very quiet, quick footsteps. He also has a very strong sense of smell!—Although he has a very dull sense of taste, and his body has been trained throughly to practically not sense any sort of pain.

＞ He is immune to alcohol! I feel like Blindy has a really odd immune system after being in the void (the place he’s first introduced in the secret post-credit scene) and therefore he either is immune, or has a really strong tolerance to alcohol

＞ Blindy is 4’8 ft tall

—— (JorgeWrites, one of the developers of The Bunny Graveyard, actually said that Blindy was a short king—although he never confirmed an actual height sooooo-)

＞ He is very lightweight; as in he weighs very lightly! Being in the void for a long time (in which I headcanon him having stayed there for like, ATLEAST A SOLID 10 YEARS) has him probably at around 80 lbs in weight. ＞ HE DOES NOT SLEEP; from my HC of him staying in the void for 10 years, he probably has gotten used to almost never sleeping—if he does sleep, he either sleeps while standing up and only sleeps half an hour (max time he spent resting was 8 hours probably).

＞ He’s very alert and pays attention to all of his surroundings at all times. He also has the ability to hold his breath for long periods of time and stay very still; very silent! Although, he can’t relax—his regular state is just being alert and highly attentive on everything.

＞ Blindy’s main weapon of choice is a sword! He likes slashing targets with his sword rather than stabbing. The sword itself is very long (almost like a katana!) but it looks like the sword from the SWORD Area of 4/1/1992 (I suggest playing that free mini game btw! It hints at a lot of things of The Bunny Graveyard as a whole)

＞ Blindy hates any sort of physical touch, you touch his shoulder? He’ll slap your hand away. The farthest he’s gotten with someone in physical touch is literally hand holding—also for anyone who’s curious NAWWW HE’S NEVER HAD A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP IN HIS LIFE

＞ Blindy’s Aromantic in my eyes, he has no interest in romance and doesn’t feel any sort of romantic attraction to anyone he’s ever met lol. (I should also quickly say this that NAW he is not in love with Bunster in regards to Blindybun, I’ll explain more about their dynamics in a different post)

＞ He doesn’t really swear a lot, but when he does it’s usually in small doses—to emphasize a point. He picks his words carefully; thinking before speaking ! ＞ He doesn’t lie, but he tends to not give the truth very easily. He has a skill in avoiding and deflecting questions about himself.

★彡 I’m gonna stop the Blindy HC’s right there because WE STILL HAVE TO TALK ABOUT MY SECOND FAVORITE SILLY, THE JESTER OF ALL TIME, BUNSTER !!! ★彡

BUNSTER HEADCANONS:

＞ Bunster’s personality is EASY: egotistical/prideful, vain, arrogant, grandiose, attention-seeking, VERY AGGRESSIVE, temperamental, eccentric, probably has a superiority complex, a major asshole, very petty, bossy, heartless, cruel, (I COULD SAY SO MUCH ABOUT HIM OMG)

—— (ElPichon, a developer of The Bunny Graveyard, also confirmed Bunster being a “bad kind of asshole”, in which he rated him a 9/10 for how much of a jerk he is)

＞ He is 5’8 ft tall (He is confirmed to be shorter than Kiwi, who the developers said was around 6’0 ft tall!)

＞ His main weapon of choice are daggers! He specifically dual-wields a pair of daggers and has a lot of throwing knives on him, not to mention he takes great pride with his GREAT SKILL of using knives

＞ He is the type to want to steal the spotlight off of anyone else and want everyone to pay attention to just him—if he doesn’t get that attention he starts getting into a tantrum and gets violent

＞ He is VERY heartless. He’s an irredeemable asshole that loves no one but himself, and he will use or push down others in order to get himself to the top. He has a VERY small capacity to care for others, but usually whenever he cares about another person it’s for his own benefit—usually.

—— (ElPichon on a stream once had actually said that Bunster had no love in him.)

＞ He LOVES pointing at other peoples’ insecurities and making fun of others to put himself up (in reality he has a big insecurity about his own strength and power)

＞ He falls for flattery very easily, and always craves for compliments—any criticism, however, will probably result in him throwing a knife at you

＞ He doesn’t really make “true relationships” (because he believes he’s already the best on his own and that he doesn’t need others). Because of this he kinda ended up being incredibly lonely, but he’s too prideful to want to let others into his personal life

＞ Bunster is outwardly homophobic (so that others don’t make fun of him) but secretly FRUITY AS HECK. He is ?? So secretly fruity. He’s either a closeted gay or a closeted bisexual in my head LMAO (this is a meme).

＞ He is VERY hypocritical. Along with being a hypocrite, he is the type to CONSTANTLY lie. You cannot trust this guy in keeping his word or telling the truth, he’s gonna lie and betray you the moment you’re weak

＞ Feel like I haven’t said this yet—Bunster is physically strong, and is actually the strongest in his circus (I HC him being the self-appointed leader because he’s the most powerful of his group). He values strength over intelligence, and is not one to strategize—more so he just tries to pulverize and overwhelm his enemy with brute strength.

＞ He has a really distorted image of himself and holds himself to the highest of standards. The moment his image is cracked he lashes out and gets very pissed off—bro just doesn’t want to accept that he’s weaker than someone else (Blindy COUGH COUGH)

＞ Bunster isn’t really the type to compromise, if he wants something, he wants all of it—not part of it or not some of it, all of it. He’s also very demanding and impatient with what he wants.

＞ Lastly, he is NOT into romance, he wants none of the cuddly, strawberry sweet fluff. He just wants a rush of adrenaline bro (cue in his most favorite hated enemy Blindy)

★彡 I think I’m gonna stop here for tonight omg (2 hours of writing HC’s on tumblr, damn) ANYWAY IF YALL HAVE ANY HEADCANONS ABOUT BLINDY AND BUNSTER FEEL FREE TO PING ME !! (Explosion)

NONE OF MY HEADCANONS THAT AREN’T BACKED UP BY STATEMENTS OF THE DEVS ARE CANON BY THE WAY!!!!

by the way THIS IS FICTIONAL; i don’t support people like bunster in real life (just needed to put this in in case people were somehow thinking I liked heartless assholes in real life which I DO NOT—)

[universaltribalsimp]

Name: Negascruff (nega + megastar + scruff)

Type: Normal/Fighting

Category: Big Puppy Pokemon

Height: 1'02" (0.36 m)

Weight: 19.5 lbs (8.85 kg)

Gender Ratio: 50% male, 50% female

Ability: Moxie (HA: Acknowledgment - Prevents opposing Pokémon from fleeing from battle)

Learnset: Tackle, Lick, Baby-Doll Eyes, Endure, Crunch, Roar, Bite, Submission, Superpower

Dex Entries:

Despite its size, Negascruff can hit like a truck. A tackle from this Pokemon can bring down the strongest of doors.

This little fella tries its hardest to prove itself to humans and fellow Pokemon. Most just want it to go away forever.

It is said that this Pokemon was once part of a trio of vigilantes. After a horrible betrayal, it chooses to fight alone.

A few people adore Negascruff, but the vast majority couldn't care less to put it lightly. This rubs the poor guy the wrong way.

Stats:

HP: 65

Atk: 70

Def: 40

Sp.Atk: 40

Sp.Def: 40

Speed: 45

Total: 300

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Negascruff evolves into Fallenine starting at level 35 while holding the Golden Belt.

The Golden Belt is an item that gives the holder a 60% chance of landing a critical hit but drains 1/10 of the holder's HP each turn.

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Name: Fallenine (fallen + canine + "fall in line")

Type: Dark/Fighting

Category: Fallen Hero Pokemon

Height: 4'11" (1.50 m)

Weight: 139.7 lbs (63.4 kg)

Gender Ratio: 50% male, 50% female

Ability: Acknowledgment (HA: Moxie)

Learnset: Crunch, Lick, Body Slam, Sucker Punch, Hammer Arm, Fake Tears, Fly, Submission, Night Slash

Dex Entries:

After Negascruff acquired the Golden Belt, that's when it snapped. It forces everyone around to acknowledge it.

This Pokemon wants nothing more than the world's attention and respect. It will even resort to beating it out of anyone.

It's said that the years of trauma and torment transformed Negascruff into Fallenine. The Golden Belt was just the final push.

No matter how much this Pokemon despises the world for how it treated it, there's still a part of it that wants to do right.

Stats:

HP: 80

Atk: 85

Def: 50

Sp.Atk: 75

Sp.Def: 60

Speed: 70

Total: 420

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Fallenine evolves into Luponic at level 45+ after landing 4 critical hits using the move "Morality Punch" without the Golden Belt.

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Name: Luponic (Canis lupus + Byronic)

Type: Fighting/Dark

Category: Grey Hero Pokemon

Height: 6'03" (1.91 m)

Weight: 287.3 lbs (130.3 kg)

Gender Ratio: 50% male, 50% female

Ability: Moxie (HA: Acknowledgment)

Learnset: Crunch, Lick, Fly, Facade, Taunt, Submission, Superpower, Body Slam, Hyper Fang, Drain Punch

Signature Move: Morality Punch

Category: Physical

Type: ---

Power: 95

Accuracy: 100%

PP: 5 (max. 8)

After powering up, the user punches the target. This move is either Fighting or Dark type, depending on which deals more damage to the target.

Dex Entries:

Those who break away from the Golden Belt's influence can become Luponic. It still has a rough edge, but now it uses that for good.

This Pokemon is still as big a menace it was as Fallenine. The difference is that its dark nature is used against bigger evils.

The punches of Luponic are practically unparalleled. Fueled by its conflicting morality, a single punch can knock out the strongest of Pokemon.

Despite its dark nature, Luponic is a loyal and loving Pokemon to those it considers its family. It just takes a lot of love and understanding.

Stats:

HP: 100

Atk: 130

Def: 95

Sp.Atk: 95

Sp.Def: 80

Speed: 100

Total: 600

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In the words of Agent Stone, he's back. HE'S BAAAAAAAAACK!!

After losing the Undisputed title at WrestleMania 40 and being MIA since then, the Original Tribal Chief makes his grand return at SummerSlam! And he even came out with the WM40 version of his theme, which might be better than the original, but more on that in a little bit. I've tried making a Pokemon based on Roman Reigns a couple of times in the past… with awful results. This time around, however, I think I can say with full confidence that this is my Tribal Chief as a Pokemon. And it's my first pseudo-legendary too!

So the main thing that inspire me to make this kind is the first place is WM40 version of "Head of the Table" - officially named "I Am Greatness". It has a sort of antihero/last-minute hero vibe to me. Like just when all hope seems lost, this guy shows up. He may not be a typical hero, but damn it, he's here to help. As you can see, the entire line is based on a dog. I wasn't looking at any particular breed of dog, but Negascruff does give off husky energy, while Luponic is basically a grey wolf. However, they're not just regular dogs. They're Hainus, winged dogs from Japanese mythology. Just as menacing to humans as wolves, but are capable of becoming loyal and loving pets. The entire line also references stock superheroes with the mask-like pattern around the eyes, while the multiple stripes along their right eyes is a clear nod to Roman's tattoos. And of course, they all share the same clipped ear because nothing screams Fighting-type like scars and clipped ears.

But now let's go over each Pokemon one by one. Negascruff is based on the "Big Dog" run when the WWE was trying SO DESPERATELY to push Roman as the big face of the company and the fans weren't having it. And that's putting it lightly, just as lightly as the dex entries explain. Hell, even the name is kinda messed up. Combining "scruff" with "nega" (denoting the negative counterpart of a unit of measurement) and "megastar", it's pretty much saying he's not a star, but he's trying so hard to convince everyone that he is. And you know what's funny? I gave Negascruff blue eyes, almost forgetting that Roman wore blue contacts at the time, which is something I'm sure a lot of us will never understand.

Now things get a little scary once the Golden Belt gets involved. As you can probably tell, the Golden Band is the Pokemon version of the Undisputed title with some mild corruptive properties. Remember the Smackdown after Roman faced Jey Uso in an "I Quit" Match at Hell in a Cell 2020 and Jey was like "This title got you trippin', Uce!"? That's what I had in mind when crafting up the Golden Belt. I also thought of the same episode when Roman told Jey to "fall in line", which sounds pretty similar to the name "Fallenine". Speaking of Fallenine, it's based on Roman's "Tribal Chief" run with those red diamonds representing the Ula Fala Roman wore at the PLEs. It also takes on a more demon-like appearance with its red eyes, bat-like wings, and its ears turning into horns. The reason for that is to allude to the concept of "fallen angels". Negascruff was just a lonely and traumatized little guy trying to prove himself, but the world just shutting him down and like one of the dex entries states, he just snapped. You can only push good people so far before they finally decide to push back.

And finally, we have Luponic, which is probably my favorite of the trio. However, this is when the source of inspiration gets a little personal. Luponic is based on Roman's "Original Tribal Chief" run… which barely even started, but it's more based on how I think this version of Babyface Roman would act. I don't think he's gonna be a straightforward babyface. I think he's gonna be more of an antihero of sorts. He's still gonna be a menace, but it's just to the bad guys now. And that's exactly what Luponic is: a hero whose morality lies somewhere in the middle, but still doing some good. Its design references this even further by combining the colors of the good-natured Negascruff and the absolute menace Fallenine, as well as fusing their wings. After all, things aren't always black and white.

And now to decide what to give Luponic - a Mega Evolution or a Gigantamax form?

[stromuprisahat]

I think Zoya was a good soldier overall, not quite there as a leader but as a soldier, she was essential enough for Aleksander to want to manipulate her. He doesn't just employe 4-5 the post powerful grishasTM, he has an entire army at his command so him wanting Zoya who is strong physically (power wise) and also is herself good at manipulating people too to be on his side is a smart decision really.

Gods, I really have to disagree with all of this.

She wasn't a good soldier, since that one is expected to obey without questioning. Decision making is their superior's job. Show Zoya disobeyed on the skiff, book Zoya while hunting "her" amplifier. In both cases she was jealous of Alina enough to "magically" attack her at training grounds, although soldier should recognize another's strategic importance. What if she cracked Alina's skull in some unfortunate way? Dead Sun Summoner, and useless amplified Squaller offended that daddy doesn't love her the best.

I'd also love to see that manipulation. Sure, she "remembers" the Darkling told her the exactly same sentence he told Alina, but to be fair- she's lying about other stuff too, and why would he tell an ordinary, albeit promising, Squaller they're going to change the world?! How many of those did he meet in his long, long life?! Nah, Zoya's re-writing other events (slaughter of "Second Army") we had the chance to witness, of course the man she was looking up to just HAD TO notice her too! The girl has daddy issues so grand her next target is a fucking dragon. And unless LB retcons the hell out of it, Zoya should pay for her lack of growth by her own body and mind.

The Darkling is also described to be constantly on the move, while Zoya was about a year out of school, and stationed at the Fold. Not much contact if you ask me, and even when studying in Little Palace- how likely is it that Aleksander will make more time for Zoya than the fucking Sun Summoner?! He talked to Alina like once a month max., and most of those were a combination of unplanned meeting and him being happy to run away from his nagging mother. I know people like to throw around the word "manipulation", but a good one-on-one manipulation requires time and contact. Especially if you want to be certain of the result.

I also cannot remeber a single example of Zoya being good in it?! She's about as subtle as a rock through a glass window, she can't even fake being interested in negotiations with people she doesn't like! How is she supposed to act sneakily and hide her true intentions in such a delicate matter?!

If you asked me why did the Darkling "favour" her, he saw powerful Grisha with strong need to prove herself, able to gain enough skill to be worth officer training. Time would show her best use in practice, but so far she's too rash for leadership and too careless for closer cooperation. The Fold was a safe option. Her enemy is pretty straightforward- volcra, if anything. I also wouldn't risk her near the front or borders in general, and certainly not anywhere near more "delicate" positions. I certainly wouldn't call her "essential". That was Ivan. Genya even. Likely other characters we've never been introduced, because we've never seen his side and inner workings of an actual Second Army.

[jellybeans-moss-patch]

so in Supernatural that one guy in the final episode of season 5 drinks 4 gallons of demon blood in like max 20 min (implied to be within 5 min or less). and apparently the actor weighs 220 lbs. Blood weighs 1.04 pounds per pint. So that means that he drank 33.28 gallons aka OVER 15% OF HIS BODY WEIGHT. IN LIKE MAX 20 MIN.

[concook20]

Wild Kratts Headcannon! (2) (OC)

Nigel/Antonio/Andrew/Susan

OC: 2/???

Antonio Martinez Sanchez

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: February 27th

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 5' 4"

Weight: 134 lbs

Body Shape: Fit, a bit of a rectangular body, but fit

Favorite Color: Orange

Verts: Extrovert

Phobia: Acrophobia (Fear Of Heights)

Hobbies: Cooking, Hunting, and Fishing

Backstory

Even if his past is normal, he hasn't come out to his homophobic mother, who thought he was straight... She isn't half wrong, but still. He has a twin brother, which he hated deeply, due to him being favored by their mother, but Antonio, even if he was hurt, was a daddy boy by heart, where he taught him how to shoot and such, and even introduced him to Nigel when the four went out hunting together. He doesn't mind hunting, but most of the time, he feels bad for the baby animals when they kill a parent.

Voice Actor

Like Nigel, he's also voiced by a character from The Amazing Digital Circus, but this one is voiced by Little Arms, aka Max, aka Hamish Plaggemars!

Family and Relationships

Like I said, he has a mother issue, but he also hasn't found a relationship considering the fact he can act nervous and embarrass himself, mostly, so it's difficult for him to find love.

He loves his friends, Nigel and Andrew, though, most of the time, Andrew can scare him sometimes, but Nigel seems to calm him down... Mostly.

He adores Nigel's daughter, even acts like a godfather to her, which makes him also protective and would shank a bitch for her.

For the villains, he likes to hang out with Zach, but it's mostly because his inventions are pretty cool, even being impressed by Khris, who is the first android he met. He loves to be a model for Donita whenever she needs it, cause it makes him feel ✨bonita!✨ He likes Gourmand's meal, but he also mentions he's like Gordon Ramsay due to his cooking, which makes him mad.

For the Kratt Crew, he actually likes the brothers since they're like his friends, but he still has to hate them. He doesn't really know Aviva, Koki, and JZ, since when it's a battle for the animals, he only sees Martin and Chris.

Facts For Antonio

Antonio is a professional to walk in performing heels.

Antonio enjoys dancing to any spanish music, to the point he dances to music like Spicy Margarita.

He has a thing for Pedro Pascal, but like, who hasn't?

Antonio isn't a brony, but he does watch My Little Pony after he got hooked when he babysat Nigel's daughter.

Even if he's shy, Antonio is oblivous to any and all romantic interest someone may show them.

Antonio has abandonment issues after a time his mother left him at a store for almost a day, until his dad came home from work.

Antonio is not good with social cues.

Antonio, unofficially, became the mom friend of the group to Andrew, cause God knows, he'll need it.

That's all for now, if you guys have any questions, please comment down!

[timetraveltasting]

SWEET MEASURE (c. 1390)

Having recently gone down the rabbit hole of historical dishes thanks to Max Miller and his Youtube historical cooking show, Tasting History, I decided to begin trying to make some of these dishes, especially the ones that look tasty. The first dish from Tasting History I decided to make was Sweet Measure, a medieval dish from the court of Richard II of England, c. 1390. See Max's video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from the Youtube description of the video.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes from the recipe below: notably, I used chicken instead of capon, I omitted the hyssop (it was hard to find where I live in Germany), and I added some steamed broccoli to flesh out the dish and add some veggies.

The process of making it was quite easy, and not confusing at all. Nevertheless, I somehow forgot to add the pine nuts (even though I had some!), although I think they may have sunk to the bottom anyway in such a light sauce.

My experience tasting it:

While I was hoping this could be a nice savory dinner, Max did warn that it was a little on the sweet side. He was definitely correct. The honey was the star of the sauce (if it could be called a sauce; it was very, very thin). The chicken was very tender and did go well with the sauce, but the broccoli absorbed the sauce even better. My favourite part of the dish was that you could taste the herbs well in the sauce, and the herbs paired well with the chicken and broccoli. While my husband and I ate the whole dish, leaving no leftovers, it was just okay overall, and we will likely not rush to make it again. Still, it was a very interesting first foray into historical cooking, and I was quite happy it turned out as intended. Let me know if you end up making it, if you liked it, and if you changed anything from the original recipe!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

King Arthur White Whole Wheat Flour

Hyssop

Savory

Saffron

Sweet Measure original recipe (c. 1390)

Sourced from The Forme of Cury

Douce Ame Take gode cowe mylke and do it in a pot. Take parsel, sawge, ysope, savray and oother gode herbes. Hewe hem, and do hem in the mylke and seeth hem. Take capons half yrosted and smyte hem on pecys and do thereto pynes and hony clarified. Salt it and color it with safron and serve it forth.

Modern Recipe

Based on the adaptation from Lorna J. Sass in To The King's Taste and Max Miller's version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

3-4 lbs capon (or chicken) cut into serving size pieces

1/2 Cup flour mixed with 1/2 tsp salt and 1/8 tsp fresh ground pepper

3 tbsp oil

3 cups milk

1/3 cup honey

3 tbsp minced fresh parsley

2 leaves fresh sage, minced

1 tsp hyssop

1/2 tsp savory

1/4-1/2 tsp saffron

1/3 cup pine nuts

Method:

Preheat oven to 350°F/175°C.

Dredge fowl in flour mixture.

Brown the fowl in oil in a large saucepan until golden on both sides.

Combine milk, honey, herbs, salt, and pepper in a bowl.

Layer fowl in an oven-safe dish and pour liquid over browned fowl, stirring to combine drippings with the sauce.

Cover and simmer in oven for about 20 minutes or until fowl is tender.

Remove from oven and stir in pine nuts.

Serve it forth.

[eltriador]

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME :  Léon Antonio Sepúlveda Castillo . NICKNAME(S) : Lee . NAME MEANING : Léon - lion , Antonio - Spanish form of Antonius , Sepúlveda - derived from the Spanish to bury , Castillo - Spanish cognate of castle . AGE : Appears about 38 . DATE OF BIRTH : October 24 , 1939 . PLACE OF BIRTH : Mérida , Yucatan , Mexico . CURRENT LOCATION : Tecate , California , United States of America . ETHNICITY : Mexican , Filipino . GENDER : Cis man . PRONOUNS : He / Him . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual . ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Heteromantic . RELIGION : Catholic , non - practicing but he is spiritual . OCCUPATION : Blacksmith by trade , gunsmith . Former US Army Specialist . EDUCATION LEVEL : High school diploma , training provided by the United States Army . Lee has a certification and license to legally blacksmith . EXTRACURRICULAR : Fixing and tuning all sorts of vehicles including cars , trucks , and motorcycles . The occasional video game ... with a preference for arpg's ( he's been going hard at diablo iv , don't @ him ) and the occasional shooter . Social drinking . LIVING ARRANGEMENTS : A modest 2 bedroom 1.5 bath house . He uses a shed for his smithing work and his decor is simple . His house is clean , thankfully he's not a slob , but it looks very bare bones as far as personality goes .  FINANCIAL STATUS : More well - off than he looks . He lives modestly .  SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT : His voice is a touch higher in tone than one might expect at a first glance of him , however it is by no means high . Lee has a California-Mexican accent ... which is to say , he was born in Mexico and raised for a good chunk of his life first in Oakland , Cali and later in Tecate . He never lost his accent , but it's not as thick as it once was when he lived in Mexico and spent time around family . SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Spanish , English . VOICECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM : Clayton Cardenas .  HAIR COLOR AND STYLE : Dark brown , nearly black . The back and sides have a gradual fade shaved into them while the top is longer . He typically slick it back . He also sports a well - maintained beard around his chin , with scruff along the rest of his face . COMPLEXION : Tan skin , without blemishes . However he does look a little older than he is .  EYE COLOR : Dark brown . EYESIGHT : 20 / 20 . HEIGHT : 6'3" .  WEIGHT : 193 lbs . BODY AND BUILD : Lee is , for lack of a better descriptor , built like a brick shithouse . He's tall , broad , and muscular . He works out rigorously to keep in shape and has a carefully regimented diet to compliment his calorie and protein intake . All to say --- he's a large and physically imposing man .  TATTOOS : Tattoos cover his chest , his left bicep and forearm as well as his inner arm , and his right inner forearm . He has none on his back . They are all varying in personal meaning and aesthetic . PIERCINGS : None presently . Ask him about the dare during service , though .   CLOTHING STYLE : Loose , worn jeans & old work boots , flannel shirts buttoned all the way up his neck but rolled to the quarter - sleeve , zip - up hoodies and fat silver rings adorning his fingers . A long and obnoxious wallet chain . A well - worn leather jacket . DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS : Oddly soft eyes that are disarming , but can turn fierce in an instant . Dog tags tucked often into his shirts . Neatly coiffed facial hair and slicked back hair . Silvered scars across his neck , arms , chest , back , legs , fingers . SIGNATURE SCENT : Warm earth , crushed fall leaves , leather , nicotine , musk and regular - scented Old Spice .

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER( S ) : Unaddressed PTSD . It's theorized he has some form of anger management issue , as well . PHYSICAL DISORDER(S) :  None . ALLERGIES : Seasonal , mostly tree pollen . SLEEPING HABITS : Stomach sleeper . Because of military conditioning he often goes 4 hours at a pop with a max of 6 . EATING HABITS : A bit of a health nut . Lee is big on proteins and healthy meals , but indulges in red meat when he can . He loves a nice steak , and he'll swear by his mother's home made tamales . SOCIABILITY : A bit of a chatty Cathy in the right settings , Lee is known to be serious with a streak of dark humor and sarcasm to him . If you're someone he's closer or more comfortable with he's hardly ever serious , but his delivery is mostly dry . BODY TEMPERATURE : Considering he's a werewolf , his average body temperature is about 105 . ADDICTIONS : Nicotine and caffeine . DRUG USE : Smoke a little weed when he was a teenager but quickly grew out of it . ALCOHOL USE : Socially , but if he's going to indulge it's going to be with alcohol .

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS : Adaptable , attractive , challenging , charismatic , driven , detail - oriented , focused , passionate , precise , & thorough . NEGATIVE TRAITS : Aggressive , brutal , destructive , dominating , flighty , malicious , narcissistic , sarcastic , unhinged , & vindictive . LIKES : Guns , cigarettes , time alone but also social time , clubbing , his bike , cats , heavy summer rain and thunderstorms, autumn , black coffee , & women . DISLIKES : Fake people , politics , kids ( loves his , doesn't like other people's ) , loud mouths , winter , hybrid cars , heights , romance films , country music , & emotional commitment . FEARS : Heights . HABITS : Smoker ( pack - a - day kind ) , excessive coffee - drinker , tends to bounce his leg when he's irritated . GOALS AND AMBITIONS : Just to live , man . ASTROLOGY : Scorpio , but miss him with astrology of any kind . PERSONALITY TYPE : ESTP-A , Entrepreneur . MORAL ALIGNMENT : Chaotic Neutral . HOGWARTS HOUSE : Fuck JKR. ELEMENT : Fire . PRIMARY VICE : Lust , wrath . PRIMARY VIRTUE : Diligence . WEATHER : Heavy summer rain and thunderstorms . COLOR : Dark purple and black . MUSIC : Playlist . MOVIE : Alien , Kill Bill .  BOOK : Ender's Game . SPORT : No . BEVERAGE : Coffee , Whiskey straight . FOOD :  Chicken and cheese tamale's , courtesy of his mom . ANIMAL : Cats. SEASON : Fall .

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER : Laura Antonia Castillo Espinosa . FATHER : Jaime Oscar Sepúlveda Montillo ( deceased ) . SIGNIFICANT OTHER : Mariela Torres Jimenez ( fiancée , deceased ) . BEST FRIEND : Love him . EXES : Lee has only ever had one night stands or flings / friends with benefits since Mariela passed away . SIBLING(S) : Angelita Diana Sepúlveda Castillo ( sister , younger ) , Gabriel Diego Sepúlveda Castillo ( brother , younger ) . CHILDREN : His son is still alive , though he doesn't know it . He has a grandson he doesn't know about , as well . EXTENDED FAMILY : A lot of cousins he doesn't talk to . PET(S) : Two calico cats from the same litter - Dottie and Henrie

[nieded]

FAQ #rainbowroad for Rainbow Railroad Charity Drive

Hi everyone! As we've rolled out the first week of preorders, we have been getting a few questions, so I'm going to add them here.

FAQ under the cut! I will continue adding to the post if more questions come in.

Here's the link to the #RR for RR master post

Edit: Apparently Tumblr didn't like my numbered list and applied numbers to every paragraph I wrote, which was not my intention. Sigh.

1. This is less a question and more of a PSA to start. Why did I choose Rainbow Railroad as a charity? I wanted to conserve space on an already astronomically long post about the charity initially, so I'll take some time to elaborate here.

Rainbow Railroad works at a global level to secure safety for individuals in the LGBTQIA+ community. They also are very transparent about how they spend their funds! I saw this news article today that Iraq has banned the word 'homosexual' because it doesn't align with the country's values. Rainbow Railroad is working to protect people in these countries, and it seemed like a good fit for a story about Formula 1.

If you remember from my notes, Formula 1 visits many countries that have poor human rights. The FIA--the governing body of F1--has banned any protests supporting BLM, the LGBTQIA community, and women as to not upset their sponsors. McLaren, Ezira and AJ's team, is owned by the Bahraini government and high profile members from Saudi Arabia. Both countries have scored low on their human rights.

Other examples of the FIA disregarding human rights include: continuing to race in Hungry where they banned any education about the LGBTQIA community in schools, hiring an openly homophobic race director to lead the Portugues GP, and refusing to allow drivers to boycott racing in Saudi Arabia by grounding all their flights unless they raced after a bomb went off a mile from the track. Former WDC Nelson Piquet openly used the N-word when talking about Lewis Hamilton and made crude, derogatory comments about Hamilton and his former teammate, Nico Rosberg, that were both homophobic and misogynistic in tone. While the FIA did ban Piquet from entering the paddock unless he did sensitivity training and community service, Max Verstappen--current WDC and basically Piquet's son-in-law--gave a very bland, dismissive statement about Piquet's comments and Redbull failed to comment at all.

I love this sport. I love the drivers. I love the engineering and technology that goes into creating rocket ships that eclipse 200 mph. I 100% loathe the politics and funding sources for the sport, and I wanted to do a charity drive to help offset that in any small way I could. /rant

2. Is the art included in the book? No, unfortunately. Initially, when the idea came around to print the book, we talked about including all the art and Notes and References. This book is now 428 pages and over two lbs. It is a behemoth, and a lot of our grand visions had to be cut to keep the book a reasonable size!

3. Why is shipping so expensive? Unfortunately, shipping internationally will cost us $20-40 dollars depending on where you live. Dust and I are shipping from our homes in two separate states and are already eating the cost of shipping for individuals who are ordering both art and the book. We averaged the cost of shipping and are going to cover the difference. This was the most affordable option, sadly!

4. Are you planning on printing parts 2 and 3? Tentatively, yes! If there's enough interest in the first part, I will consider doing AALS and Fools Rush In. I would probably release them at the same time. My goal is minimum 100 books for STTH, so if you're interested in the next parts, please spread the word!

[chocobothis]

Bleach OCs (Batch One)

I have a whole bunch of Bleach OCs because this is where my brain is. Now everyone can meet these Horrible Rascals (Affectionate). Hopefully, getting it all out makes it easier to switch back to my regularly scheduled programing. All of their information is set maybe two weeks max after the Ryoka Invasion and during the Winter War. I also have a lot of headcanons for how the Seireitei, Gotei 13, etc work and will elaborate on that later on. Basically, I took a bunch of worldbuilding I liked and went, “I can make these even better!”

Name: Tayasu, Shinobu “Nobu” Race: Shinigami Nationality: Japanese Birthday: January 13, 1845 Death Day: January 20, 1865 Gender: Non-binary (She/Her cause they’ve not realized they’re trans yet) Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 5’5” (165 cm) Weight: 115 lbs (52.2 kg) - Affiliation: Seireitei, Shiba Clan Previous Affiliation(s): Shinsengumi, Tayasu Clan Profession: Shinigami, Retainer Position: Acting Captain Previous Position(s):    - Seat 18th-3/Onmitsukido (2nd)    - Seat 15 (12th)    - Seat 12 (4th)    - Seat 8, Seat 3/Onmitsukido (2nd)    - Seat 7 (4th)    - Seat 4 (13th) Division: 5th Previous Division(s): 2nd, 4th, 12th, 13th Base of Operations: 5th Division - Relative(s):    - Tayasu, Ayumu - Third Cousin, Husband when human (Alive)    - Tayasu, Noburu - Father (Deceased)    - Tayasu, Yukimi - Mother (Deceased)    - Tayasu, Shigeo- 2nd Cousin Once Removed, Father-in-law (Deceased)    - Tayasu, Kameko - 2nd Cousin Once Removed by Marriage, Mother-in-Law (Deceased) Education: Shin’o Academy - Shikai: Tatakai no Chuushin (Heart of Battles) Bankai: Tatakai no Chuushin: Ryuuketsu no Yuuwa (Bloody Appeasement) - Notes: - Nobu was aware of ghosts their entire human life. - They remember their human life which makes for funny moments. - They’re Polyam. - They’re AFAB and were raised as an onna-musha by their doting father. Noburu didn’t have a male heir and decided that firmly was not a problem. His baby girl would be his heir. - While in a relationship with Ayumu then (and now) they don’t really consider their marriage to have carried over. So, they do romantically pursue others and share about it. - They’re a retainer for the Shiba Clan under Shiba, Isshin (along with Ayumu) but actually attended the Shin’o Academy with his nephew, Kaien, for two years. They knew each other beforehand and shared a class and quick graduation too.

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Name: Tayasu, Ayumu Race: Shinigami Nationality: Japanese Birthday: March 03, 1840 Death Day: January 20, 1865 Gender: Male (Gender Non-Confirming) Sexuality: Homoflexible Height: 5’7” (170.2 cm) Weight: 125 lbs (56.7 kg) - Affiliation: Seireitei, Shiba Clan Previous Affiliation(s): Tayasu Clan Profession: Shinigami, Retainer Position: 9th Seat Previous Position(s): Various Seated and Unseated Division: 4th Previous Division(s): n/a Base of Operations: 4th Division - Relative(s):    - Tayasu, Shinobu - Third Cousin, Wife When Living (Alive)    - Tayasu, Noburu - Father (Deceased)    - Tayasu, Yukimi - Mother (Deceased)    - Tayasu, Shigeo- 2nd Cousin Once Removed, Father-in-law (Deceased)    - Tayasu, Kameko - 2nd Cousin Once Removed by Marriage, Mother-in-Law (Deceased) Education: Shin’o Academy - Shikai: Utau Senshi (Singing Warrior) Bankai: Not Yet Achieved - Notes - He was born seeing but went blind from a fever when he was 12. Considering it almost took his life he can handle this. - From birth he was aware of spirits. When Nobu’s mother died in birth he saw her spirit before her konso. - He remembers his human life and is pretty chill about most of it. Would rather have forgotten him and Nobu drowning but details. - Even though he was born into a samurai family he didn’t really care for battle. It was something he did and learned because it was tradition. Not to say he was bad but he just didn’t have the passion for it. Battle and Leading was always Nobu’s forte. He was always happy to support them. - He’s happily polyam but doesn’t really want a relationship outside of Nobu for the moment. - When he attended the academy he was year mates with Kaien’s future wife, Miyako. They were thick as thieves from the get go and spent all six years together.

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Name: Yoshinaga, Kiku (Kuroda, Shungiku at birth) Race: Shinigami (Gemischt Quincy when alive) Nationality: Japanese Birthday: February 14, 1800 Death Day: June 21, 1806 Gender: Female Sexuality: Queer Height: 4’7” (139.7cm) Weight: 75 lbs (34 kg) - Affiliation: Seireitei, Shihouin Clan Previous Affiliation(s): N/A Profession: Shinigami Position: 3rd Seat/Onmitsukido Previous Position(s): 8th, 13th, 18th-1 Division: 2nd Previous Division(s): N/A Base of Operations: 2nd Division - Relative(s):    - Shihouin, Yoruichi - Older Sister Figure (Alive)    - Urahara, Kisuke - Older Brother Figure (Alive)    - Tsukabishi, Tessai - Older Brother Figure (Alive)    - Kuroda, Fumiyo - Mother (Echt Quincy)(Dead)    - Kuroda, Masato/Yoshinaga, Nori (Spiritually Aware Human)(Dead) Education: Shin’o Academy - Shikai: Hoshizora (Starry Sky) Bankai: Hoshizora: Fukushuunoowari (Starry Sky: Vengeful End) - Notes - Kiku died from being struck by lightning. As a result, she has the lichtenberg scars on the entire left half of her body. They seemed to only solidify when she was konsoed. - She honestly knew nothing of her Quincy Heritage until she met Ishida, Uryuu. Her father pretended he got her ability to see spirits from him. Because her mother was killed in the Quincy Extermination in 1801. She was the head of the Kuroda Clan and led them into battle, giving her life so her husband and daughter could escape. When her father told her about the monsters in black and white she assumed they were the hollows she sometimes saw, not the shinigami. - Gives exactly zero fucks about being polite when it comes to names and honorifics. She calls most people by their first name or nicknames, skips most honorifics, and lets that be someone else’s problem. - For several decades after her death she lived in North 75th District regarded as something of a yokai. The Shinigami ignored a lot of the chatter from the locals because nothing about their yokai shared no hollow characteristics. Urahara and Yoruichi found her by chance. For them it was easy to piece together things like her “eating people's lives” was her reiatsu (and future shikai) seeking out reishi and reiryoku to fuel it. - She’s published several highly successful serial novels in the Seireitei Communication. When she was alone she made up stories to amuse herself then refined it when she found out her best friend, Nanao, loves to read. They’re her little love letters to Nanao for being her best friend since they’ve met. - Because she’s a ward of the Shihouin Clan her attending the Shin’o Academy was a formality. It was known almost from the start she would join the 2nd Division and Onmitsukidou with Yoruichi and Co. But, she stayed all six years because of Nanao. They were both the only “little girls” in the Academy and she worried about her being alone. So, she stayed so they could have as much time together as possible.

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New Frontier Character profile examples

First one: 

Name: Son Gohan Jr (or Son Gohan the third if we want to include grandpa Gohan)

Nickname (if any): Hano (distinction from the different versions of Gohan) Age: 4 Faction: Red Ribbon Army (Creation), Time Patrol  (Adopted) Alignment: Neutral Good

Race/Species: Saiyan-human hybrid Species Variant (If applicable): Universe 7 half Saiyan, half human Gender: male

Sexuality: TBD

Rank/Title (if any): none

Height: 3'9 Weight: 75 lbs

Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black

Abilities/Skills/Transformations (if any): Ki manipulation, Latent transformations, latent power. Strengths and Weaknesses: latent potential but not currently a fight. Intelligent for his age, though naive.

Family: Son "Kakarot" Goku Jr (adopted father) Son Gohan, Goten, Beat, Basaku, and Erito (Adopted uncles), Videl and Viola (adopted Aunts), Pan (adopted Cousin), Son "Kakarot" Goku (Adopted Grandfather), Son Chi-Chi (Adopted Grandmother), Ox King (adopted maternal great-grandfather), Bardock (adopted paternal great-Grandfather), Gine (adopted paternal great-grandmother)

Mate/Spouse (if any): no, he's too young

Personality: In development, but he is a very shy and timid boy from the start.

Backstory: Gohan Jr, or Hano, was created in response to Gohan defeating Cell, Bojack, Broly the second time around, Cell Max, and Garlic Jr. After the Red Ribbon Army acquired Gohan's DNA after years of experimentation. They managed to create a perfect clone of Gohan, only for the accelerated aging not to take effect.  For four years, he was forced into grueling training exercises to be turned into a weapon against the Dragon team and team patrol. Fortunately for the boy, fate has other plans for him.

Overall Appearance:  Hano looked exactly like Gohan when he was his age, but his clothes are different from the start. He wears a dark crimson and gray version of the orange gi Gohan wore training with Piccolo. He is currently in the red ribbon army base, unaware of his true fate.

Second one: 

Name: Crimson Scarlet Red Ribbon

Nickname (if any): Commander Crimson Age: 172 (physically 24) Faction: New Red Ribbon Army, Red Ribbon pharmaceuticals, Capsule Corp (mutually beneficial partnership), Time Patrol (secret Ally) Alignment: lawful neutral leaning towards good

Race/Species:Human turned cybernetic Android Species Variant (If applicable):advanced human Gender: Male

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Rank/Title (if any):  Commander of the new Red Ribbon Army. CEO of Red Ribbon Pharmaceuticals

Height: 5'9 Weight:270

Hair Color:Black Eye Color: Silver

Abilities/Skills/Transformations (if any):  superhuman strength, speed, agility and senses, ki manipulation, upgraded cybernetics.  Unreadable energy, able to use barriers. Able to command cybernetics and robotics. Immune to any and all poisons and toxins. An extremely proficient expert at weapons of various kinds.

Strengths and Weaknesses: strengths:  cunning, organized, cautious, prepared, intelligent, strategic, resourceful, has everything planned out.

Weaknesses: Can come off as egotistical and narcissistic at times even when that's not the case, overly cautious to the point where one could mistake pessimism. Cybernetics also can be a hindrance should they be disabled or damaged. Cynical. Sensitive eyes from enhancements

Family: Commander Red (Father) Magenta (Elder Brother), Violet (mother)

Mate/Spouse (if any): none.

Personality: Determined, Persistent, cynical, albeit optimistic, a visionary, always set in the future for the long term.

Backstory: Commander Crimson was born shortly before the events of the original Dragon Ball in an alternate timeline and saw the issues with the Red Ribbon Army to begin with from the very beginning at a young age. By the time Goku destroyed the Red Ribbon Army the first time, Crimson had already considered leaving the Army by making himself into an Android and gathering as much resources from the original Red Ribbon as he could as Goku was destroying the Army. Observing the other events of Dragon Ball ever since, Crimson decided to not only rebuild the Red Ribbon Army but also completely reform it from its original goal from conquering the world to simply changing the world for the better. Crimson spent the last century bidding his time building the resources across the timelines, and building the Red Ribbon Army and creating the strongest version of The Red Ribbon Army to exist in the Omniverse. This has caused him to be in turmoil with all other versions of the Army. Secretly fighting a war on multiple fronts without the Time Patrol's knowledge. Crimson is an ally operating in the shadows biting his time for the necessary moment to strike and emerge from the shadows for good working on an Android project of his own to be the Time Patrol's best assistance. What he is calling this project is currently unknown. As are the details of another project called project Mobius.

Overall Appearance: significantly older than he looks, courtesy of his enhancements, Crimson looks like a young man around the age of 24, with peach skin, medium black hair, silver eyes, a crimson suit with a black dress shirt, Scarlet tie, Crimson dressed long coat, black vest, polish black shoes and adaptive lens style sunglasses for his eyes. He also wears a dark brown Indiana Jones style Fedora

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Hi there, looking for suggestions to raise my score on NRC Unified Exam. Current at SS (96.5k).

Fire 18.7k Friend GM Ace lvl 98 maxed Dorm Azul 85 maxed SM Jade 80 3/10 maxed Dorm Deuce 80 maxed Robe Riddle 80

Water 17.9k (Haven’t really touched this one since I’m focusing on omni. I feel this team isn’t optimal given the 5 water spells and am open to suggestions for other cards to roll for. Im torn about whether to get SM Cater). F/Dorm Trey 90 maxed DW Deuce 80 maxed GM Idia 80 maxed GM Lilia 80 maxed Robe Ortho 75 10/5 maxed

Flora 23k F/SM Silver 103 maxed SM Silver 80 maxed Lab Jack 80 10/5 maxed Bean Jade 80 10/5 maxed Lab Kalim 64 5/4 maxed

Cosmic 16k F/Dorm Riddle 104 maxed Dorm Azul 85 maxed SM Jade 80 3/10 maxed Dorm Deuce 80 maxed Dorm Ace 80 maxed

Omni 20.6k F/Dorm Trey 90 maxed Dorm Azul 85 maxed Bean Jade 80 10/5maxed SM Silver 80 maxed GM Idia 80 maxed

Owned SSR - Dorm Deuce, Ace, Ruggie 27 1/1, Jack 80 6/10, Leona 80 maxed, Azul, Kalim 8 8/10 maxed Bday Deuce maxed, Ruggie maxed, Lilia 80 3/10 10/1/10 FG Leona 80 3/10 maxed Camp Ruggie 80 5/5 maxed

Own all SR except Robe Jade SRs I worked on are Chef/Robe Riddle Lab Ace Silk Cater Lab Jack Robe Ruggie Robe Azul Bean Jade Lab/FG Kalim Robe Jamil Bean Vil Robe Epel Robe Ortho Robe Malleus Lab/Robe Sebek

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Hello potato,

Thank you for providing both your teams and exams score. I think you can do better for Water Defense and Omni Defense.

Water Defense

GM Idia

Lab Cater (M ATK buddy with Idia)

Robes Ortho (Healer, M HP buddy with Idia)

DW Deuce (S HP buddy with Idia, S ATK buddy with Idia)

Dorm Trey (Healer, M HP buddy with Cater, S HP buddy with Idia, S ATK buddy with deuce)

First of all, I would try to find a lvl 100+ Dorm Trey as your support card. GM Idia can deal enough damage on his own when he has maxed spells if you use his M1 for the buff and M2 before the buff is over. Lab Cater will further increase your overall HP. Save Dorm Trey M2 for 5-2 to avoid a neutral hit.

Omni Defense

Dorm Azul (Healer, S HP buddy with Jade, M ATK buddy with Jade)

Lab Cater (M ATK buddy with Idia)

Beans Jade (Healer, M HP buddy with Idia)

GM Idia (S HP buddy with Azul)

Dorm Trey Support (Healer, M HP buddy with Cater, S HP buddy with Idia)

From my experience, Omni defense this round is very fire heavy so I recommend a team with more water spells. Again, I would try to find a lvl 100+ Dorm Trey support to further increase your team’s HP.

Here is my quick analysis about SM Cater when pairing him with Dorm Trey in water defense exams. If you like SM Cater, then you should roll for him if his banner reruns in the future. If you don’t, Dorm Cater works just as well for water defense since you have GM Idia and DW Deuce. His M1 is flora and has L Power Drain at lvl 10. You can use his duo for 5-1 to end the battle or use it 5-2 to avoid taking a weak hit. SM Cater has M DMG cut for 3 turns which is good if the enemy it is applied attacks you most of the time. He has the advantage of having the same flora elements to reduce the number of weak/neutral hits.

At lvl 100 SM Cater has 11,745 HP and Dorm Cater has 10,453 however Dorm Cater has Trey as his M HP Buddy so at max buddy lvl Dorm Cater will have about 13,588 HP (You can check out our buddy calculator here). In terms of pulling on banners, you’ll have to get SM Cater multiple times on his banner or save up perfumes to LB him. The other option is if you are patient enough to wait for Dorm Cater to spook you on your pulls, you can use your SSR perfumes on someone else. ~ 👑

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