#heavy tank loincloth

[anon-e-miss]

Bearing the Brood - 3

 Prowl’s back arched back against the Prince’s flat belly. The loincloth he had been wearing was gone, only the bejeweled belt it had hung from remained. Everyone who looked to Jazz saw the way his valve’s fold strained white around the giant Polyhexian’s girth. His own, limp, spike was hooked to his belt via a golden sound that plugged his transfluid duct and his nozzles were trapped in jeweled clamps that prevented them from leaking all the time. They would see the way his heavy belly hanged. Prowl drooled with overstimulation. He was exposed, completely exposed but he was not alone in this. Other giants walked about with their small partners skewered on their spikes. Some were hugely gravid and Prowl realized he was going to end up spending the majority of this carrying doing nothing but warming Jazz’s spike.

He was painted as Jazz sat on a bench.  The small Polyhexian Jazz had called Ori did the work. It was intricate work and Prowl could do nothing but fight to hold himself steady less he ruin the mech’s hard work. Prowl could not even bite his lower lipplate to keep himself quite now that Jazz’s originator had painted it gold. The mech, called Punch, painted the soles of Prowl’s peds. It would wear away when Prowl walked, Punch explained, if Jazz allowed him to. He might not because mechs whose broodcarriers who gave emergence with paint still on their peds were held in high esteem.

Prowl tried to pay attention to the ceremony Jazz wore him to. He was being crowned the bitty he had put in Prowl’s belly is what gave him the right to this honour. Everyone in attendance saw Prowl on display. They complimented Jazz for finding such a pretty, fertile broodercarrier. Straxus, King of Polyhex was a giant like Jazz but he was haggard with infirmary. He was particularly effusive with his compliments, calling Prowl volumpuous and wanton. Prowl blushed at the compliments.  His optics went wide as they praised Jazz’s virility and good fortune for kindling triplets in him. Surely they would reduce the carrying, surely they would not expect a mech his size to carry three giant newsparks to term. Jazz cupped his belly, full of cum and spike, and assured his well-wisher that he would provide well for them and their pretty ori.

Ori. Prowl was not an originator, he was a surrogate. Yes, every newling he had carried had been ignited in his spark, rather than implanted in his forge but Prowl was still not their originator. Clearly, the use of a surrogate to gain a crown was not the norm here and Jazz had created the necessary cover. There was nothing for Prowl to do but go along with it. He was being well paid for his troubles. Jazz, wearing the crown, was paraded through the city. Prowl moaned as his belly ballooned a little more, a fresh load of transfluids from the spike he was impaled on, filled his tank. His large wells were hugely engorged. The only thing stopping the litres they held from pouring out of his nozzles and flooding the streets, were the tight clamps.

They stopped at a dry fountained and Jazz stepped off the float. Each step had Prowl rocking on his spike and mewling with torturous arousal. A moment later, Jazz was seated again on some kind of throne. He freed Prowl’s wrists from the chains for moment. Mechanisms appeared and presented Prowl with a pump. Prowl gasped as Jazz released his nozzles from the clamps and attached the pumps to his wells as they sucked hard Prowl squealed, a great rush of energon poured from his engorged wells. He was a faunt, Prowl remembered what the Prince had called him. Suddenly, the fountain filled with energon, it could not be coming from him. As his wells filled pouches with energon, mechanisms, priests gave it away to procreators carrying small bitlets. He was providing a service, Prowl realized. He was fueling bitlets that might not otherwise get fuel. Priest crowned Prowl with a floral crown. He had no idea what any of this meant.

“Ha?” Prowl tried to ask why and how. Even when there were no more procreators waiting for a pouch of energon, Prowl’s wills continued to fill and to be drained.

“The fountain only runs when there’s fuel on offer,” Prowl explained. “The Dead End ain’t had a fount in ages. Mecha who do that usually serve more illustrious districts. I thought ya’d like better to help the needy.”

“Yes,” Prowl moaned.

“Gonna bring ya hear to sit in service a few times an orn,” Jazz explained. “Y’re gonna help me earn some affection from these poor sparks.”

“Ah,” Prowl moaned. Jazz held his hips and pulled Prowl up and down on his spike, using him like the fleshlight he was. His glossa lulled out of his mouth, his processor and frame spent from overloading so often. His belly ached with the fullness as the Prince filled him with still more transfluids.

“Y’re the perfect lil brooder for me,” Jazz told him. Prowl’s peds twitched as the Prince pinned him on his back to the berth as he fragged him with his massive spike. It slid in and out of Prowl’s exhausted frame with ease. He had already been well broken in by that monstrous spike. “Perfect for Polyhex.”

Trumpets sounded at dawn. Prowl moaned as Jazz lifted him unresisting from the berth and slid him back down over his spike. Still exhausted by the joors of fragging, Prowl dozed against the Prince’s flat belly. Excited conversations sprang up on all sides but Prowl was not really listening. Jazz fed him little pieces of fuel and Prowl ate in mechanically. He groaned as Jazz lifted him off his spike just to turn him around and impale him on it again. The smell of potent energon brightened is optics. Prowl’s servos were freed so they could take the pressed energon from a diminutive femme. It looked like tar.

“Thank you,” he said. “How did you know?”

“Jazz guessed ya got hooked on rocket fuel as an enforcer,” the femme explained.

“I think I guess right,” Jazz declared.

“Mhm,” Prowl murmured. The potent energon cleared the layers of errors that had accumulated in his processor.  It was bliss. He looked around, there were a number of mecha like him, warming their giant lovers’ spikes in their far smaller frames. The giants were all armoured in the finest metals. Black curtains were hung on the windows.

“Ya didn’t have a nanoklk to spare,” Punch declared as he joined them. He and the little femme were the only small Polyhexians Prowl saw walking about on their own power.

“Paying for a rush contract was worth every shanix,” Jazz declared. “Runamuck ‘n Runabout are havin’ a sulk.”

“They’ll have to be watched close,” Punch replied. “Those two are trouble.”

“So they are,” Jazz agreed. Prowl still did not understand. His wrists were secured again and Jazz walked with his diminutive originator onto a balcony. There was a crowd down below. They could all see Prowl’s gold painted peds and his straining folds as he hung speared on the Prince’s spike.

“Long Live the King! Long Live the King! Long Live the King! Long Live the King!” The crowd roared.

Prowl’s optics reset. King???

[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day One

Handjob

A/N: Thank you, Luna, for kicking me out of my major writing slump with smut ideas lol. Thought I might give this a shot!

Pairing: Neteyam x (fem) Human! Character

Warnings: subby! Neteyam, grinding sort of, handjob, kind of almost being caught?, alien genitalia

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The clouds above move idly by as you lay against the grass with Neteyam by your side.

He had dragged you up the coiling vines to a distanced floating rock, a picnic already having been set up. You chuckle lightly to yourself, recalling the sweet, shy smile that overcame his features as he scratched the back of his neck.

"We haven't gotten much time to really.. hang out.." He had muttered out, a purple blush warm on his cheeks.

You had blushed just as warm, grinning behind your hand as he lead you towards the food. He had obviously taken note of your favorite fruits and how you always had enjoyed them being prepared, along with a few meats that he later slyly boasted that he had caught and prepped himself.

Now, stomachs full and smiles heavy on your features, you grin over at him.

"Thank you.. this was really lovely," you roll over on your side, gazing at him. You don't notice his gulp, eyes quickly leaving the round of your hip.

"It is no trouble, always will do this for you," He leans his head back, keeping his gaze firmly on the sky.

You silently huff, fluttering growing below your belly, growing warmer between your thighs. They clench, then you sigh in frustration as you throw one thigh over his, then settling down against the firm muscle there.

"Ma'Yawne- what are you-" He blushes and you take delight in the way his tail thumps hard against the ground, flicking around behind you.

You bring your hands up, balancing yourself on his abs as you trace over the muscle there,"We have been interrupted so many times as of late.. I'd like to, uh-" you stutter, blushing hot now. You seem to lose control of your tongue, unable to think of the words now as his thighs tense below you. That hard muscle manages to throw you off as it firmly grinds over your covered cunt.

"Yes?" He realizes, a teasing smirk growing on his features.

Damn it, this brat, you manage to regain control as you drag the tips of your fingers down his navel before teasing along the ropes of his loincloth. You don't fail to notice the slight stutter of his breath, hands coming up to hold the curve of your hips, hands so wide that his fingers nearly touch on your lower back. A shiver rolls down your spine.

"I'd like to take care of you, 'Teyam," You gaze down at the front of his loincloth, an obvious bulge forming gradually.

He swallows thickly, gaze lidded as he nods quickly,"Please."

You grin cockily before hastily untying the cords on either side of his hips. They buck, nearly throwing you forward against his chest and you giggle. He's quick to apologize before groaning, head falling back against the grass as your hand wraps around the base of his length.

"Shit, you're huge," you whisper, the earthly swear making him snort as he gazes back down at you.

He groans, realizing your hand can't even wrap around his length. His grip over your hips strengthen, shifting you slightly over the muscle of his thigh.

A gasp gets caught in your throat and you frown playfully, before leaning forward and giving him your hand,"Lick it."

He listens, another shiver rolling down your back at the slight gritty feel of his tongue on your palm. The warm gaze he has on you has your stomach flipping as he thoroughly licks hot over your hand.

You wrap your hand back around his cock, stroking firm but soft, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible. You just can't seem to get enough of this power over him.

He stifles a whine behind his knuckles but you stop that quick as you take his wrist, dragging his hand to your chest. He groans, ears flicking back against his skull as his palm gropes your breast over the fabric of your tank top. You bite your lower lip, eyes fluttering as his thumb teases over your stiffening nipple.

Your grip on him changes, tightening towards the tip then loosening to the base. His hips buck into your hand, a wanton moan leaking from his lips. He's panting now, head tilting back to expose his throat, the little glowing freckles shimmering just slightly along the column of his neck.

You take a deep breath then take your mask off, leaning down as far as you can to kiss and nip playfully along his chest. Your hand never stops its movement.

You're leaning back a moment later, clasping your mask back on and stabilizing the oxygen before gazing down at his length.

It's obviously large, as well as blue in color with fading darker stripes around the base. Delight fills you at seeing the little same glowing freckles along the curve of his cock. The length itself startles you for a brief moment as you realize it would reach your lungs if ever put inside of you. And that realization sends hot molten pulses between your legs, hips slowly gyrating over his thigh. You lick your lips, other hand coming down to gently tease around the base where his slit is.

"A-ah! Oh, w-wait-" He whines, hands clasping over yours. He wheezes, catching his breath as you grumble at him.

He suddenly jolts upwards, a nervous look catching his features as he responds to the mic on his throat comm.

"Yes, Father," he frowns,"Yes, I'll head back now."

He groans, and you frown with him as he shuffles the two of you over to where he leans against a tree.

"He wants me back to get some hunting done with him.."

"Oh.. uh, what about-" You gaze down at his still rock hard length.

He grins sheepishly,"You don't have to continue-"

"But I want to, if-if that's alright with you," warmth covers your cheeks but determination takes over as you wrap your hand around him again, pumping soft but firm.

The whimper that releases from his throat is beyond delicious as he nods shakily.

You jerk him off, slowing just slightly in hopes of drawing this out but that lasts too long as his big hand wraps around yours, guiding you faster.

"I- sorry, we just.. have to be quick," He stutters out, head bowing so his forehead presses against your shoulder. He kisses the bare skin there, lips hot and wet and again, another warm pulse grows at your cunt. It's almost as if he knows, his free hand coming to grip your hip and grind your body down over the flexing muscle of his thigh again.

He grins against your throat slyly as a moan is ripping out of your throat; the tight seam in your shorts having had rubbed hard over your throbbing clit- he does it again and again, nipping at your throat as he does so before his grip on your hip grows harder, a broken off groan, then a moan against your shoulder.

You had brought your other hand back in, teasing against the slit below the base of his cock, finding it sticky from the pre now covering your fingers.

It only takes a few more guided jerks of your palm and your thumb rubbing hot over the slit for him to cum.

"O-oh, Eywa- ma'Yawne- Ah!" He whines out, hips bucking as his cock twitches in your grip, cum spurting out against his abs. You manage to jerk him off for another moment more, hoping to prolonge his pleasure before he whimpers, tugging your hand away gently.

He slumps against the tree and you giggle, blush warm on your cheeks before you stand on shakey legs to wet one of the spare cloths, coming back to gently wipe him off.

He hisses lightly at the cool feel before grinning at you lopsided. He's still panting, coming down from his high and whimpers slightly as you clean his cock, wiping gently around the slit.

"You're too good to me," he grins dopily.

"As are you, 'Teyam," You grin, tying his loincloth back on either side of his hips,"I know you'd take care of me the same-"

You blush, gaze widening before you clear your throat, quickly turning to scramble off of him.

He gently grips your arm, turning you back to him as he smirks,"Well of course I would, perhaps next time?"

You can't seem to find a response as you quickly scramble to pick up the picnic.

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A/N: Off to a great start!

Excited to try this challenge because I legit started this today (being oct 1st at 7pm lol)

Also might incorporate this same couple into another few because this was technically part of my own fic I had started but never continued with my own OC, I've got a love for size differences lol

Thanks for reading!

[nitrosodiumrapidproto]

Making Enemies

I did most of this on Friday, but I'm posting it now because I couldn't send the image of my notebook to myself at college. These are eight enemy designs I have come up with.

The Hell Bat is a fairly simple creature - two wings, a tail, and a big cyclopean eye in the centre of the skull. Gameplay-wise it would be a 'horde' enemy, low health but high speed, and rushing you in packs. I was inspired by the Cacodemon from Doom, but I wanted to make it clearer that it was flying, so I added the bat inspirations.

The Scorpion is the same school of thought as the Hell Bat, but in insect form. It would fill the same gameplay position as the Bat, but just be a ground variant. It is somewhat redundant, however. I was a little inspired by the Brains from Hero Factory Brain Attack, a staple game of my childhood.

The "Orcoid", or what I would eventually just call an Orc internally, is meant to be the stock enemy type which would be encountered the most frequently. Orcs are a classically evil race in fantasy, so I figured it would make sense - but I also wanted to explore why they are evil. I also gave them a helmet resembling the Roman style, with the mohawk-like crest on top; and a javelin for a weapon to continue the theme. In fantasy settings you often get races being "coded", meaning they are based on real-world cultures, and something I don't see much of is Roman-coded orcs. Consider that the ancient Romans were expansionist, militaristic, and fairly brutal when you get down to it; all traditionally orcish qualities.

The Bone Giant is what I had planned to either be a very large enemy or the boss of the game. The reanimated skeleton of a giant, clad in the rusted remains of centuries-old armour, and holding a blade the size of a tree trunk. Lore-wise I had the idea that the Giants were employed by heaven to construct the Crucible, somewhat like the giants building Valhalla in Norse and Germanic myth. The forces of evil are then bringing their corpses back to life, to serve them. The actual design of a skeleton in rags is akin to the enemies in Sinister, which I didn't actually mean to invoke, but apparently did so anyway.

The "Glutton Orc" was another idea for a heavy yet slow enemy, but this one was decidedly less threatening. A morbidly obese creature dressed in nothing but a loincloth, brandishing a comically oversized femur bone. I was averse to this design for a few reasons, but one was that I already had an Orc enemy in the game, and I was going for variety above all else. The general shape was inspired by the boss Prince Chan from Serious Sam 2, but more orcish.

The Lizardman was going to be what I had called in my notes a "shock trooper" enemy; fast, tanky and damaging all in one. They'd show up infrequently as a sort of mini-boss, forcing the player to prioritise or die. Lore-wise I wanted them to be the captains of the evil army, commanding small squadrons of orcs. To explain their high defence and also hint to their higher rank, I gave them visibly better armour and a shield. Their look was inspired by the Lizardmen from Fear and Hunger, who can notably block attacks with their shields, and will skin you alive upon a game over.

The Rock Elemental was another tank enemy, but I also wanted this one to be a bit of a surprise for the player. Their idle sprite would be a big pile of rocks, the same as would appear inert in other parts of the map. But as soon as you got close, it would rise up as a golem and begin chasing you. My inspiration for this was a very old game called Bionicle: Quest for the Toa. As a kid, I remember going into the Onu-Koro section (caverns) and facing boulder monsters that formed out of rubble mounds.

Finally I designed Dark Dwarves. These would be identical to the dwarf sprite, but dark. The original Norse dwarves, mostly called dvergr (which interestingly also means dark elves) were black like coal, and were associated with maggots and other rotting things. In the Norse creation myth, the gods used various body parts of the titan Ymir to create Earth, and the dwarves were made from the maggots festering in his corpse. My thought is that they'd be either a rival dwarven faction, or the corrupted remains of the original craftsmen.

Because I didn't want to make loads of sprites, and also have redundant enemies in the game, I asked people what designs they thought were best, and what they thought were worst. I wanted them to form opinions very quickly, as that is how players would respond - they would swiftly end the encounter, by killing or being killed, and then they would judge on what they thought of it. Immediately people disliked the Scorpion as it was uninteresting, but very much liked the Lizardman. The other enemies were given middling opinions. Notably, the Bone Giant was derided as a generic enemy, but I think when sized up to a giant stature, it will be more unique. It's just harder to judge from a 2d image. In the end I chose five enemies: the Hell Bat as a rusher (high speed, low health, low damage), the Orc as stock (medium speed, health, damage), the Lizardman as a shock troop (high speed, medium health, high damage), the Rock Elemental as a tank (low speed, high health, high damage), and the Bone Giant as a boss (low speed, super high health, super high damage).

I did not manage to make the Lizardman or Elemental sprites on Friday, and as I do not have PhotoShop at home, I cannot make any more until Wednesday.

[gold-lightcycle]

Bio on my second Tron OC (1982/Encom Grid), Val!!

Designation: Program (Encom Grid) Name: Val (Short for "Vending/Retail All-In-One Logistics", also a play on the name Valerie) Username: Her User is Tiffany (aka Tiff) Pronouns: she/her Age: (Complied sometime in the early 80s) Occupation: Retail Database Management, retail music play tracking.

Height: 5'7" / 171cm

Build: Average build, Slightly above average fat to muscle mass Hair: When she's not wearing a helmet: dark shade of gray (since it's the Encom grid), bangs, hair held in a high off-center ponytail by a circuit covered scrunchie. Eye color: dark gray Light line color: hot pink (like, OBVIOUSLY!) Appearance: Body-wise, Val shares the exact same appearance as Tiffany: Average, more on the curvy side. In most Games, she'll wear the typical warrior helmet, but outside of that (or in games that aren't as dangerous), she'll wear her hair out with a circuit-covered headband covering her forehead. Her outfit: A full-body grid suit, similar to most of the typical program outfits, except a lot more "thin" and with not too many circuitry patterns. Near the neckline, there's a circuit with a shape in the middle that gives off the impression of a necklace. Right above her knees, she has a circuit pattern that looks like a chevron. Over that, she wears a high-cut aerobics style leotard that has a bit more complex circuit patterns all along the length of the front. On the back, there are a few more patterns (including circular ring-like paths on each side contouring…umm… the butt shape). Over that, she has the typical warrior belt. On top, she wears an off-shoulder crop top made of a similar fabric to the warrior togas/loincloths. She also wears wrist gauntlets similar to Clu1, along with form-fitting gloves on her hands. On occasion, she will wear neon glowing "jelly bracelet"-like…bracelets that hang somewhat loose from the wrist guards (they're loose but they don't fall, almost like the bracelets are magnetic to the wrist guards. She has legwarmers similar to Yori, with a broad horizonal circuit stripe that encircles near the top of it. Her "shoes" under that look similar to a basic, digital version of Reebok high-tops, with no lacing. About: Val was compiled in Encom's mainframe, in a sector used for projects and more consumer-friendly programs. She was originally written to track retail clothing sales, which she thinks is like "so, TOTALLY cool to see trends and top sellers!" Over time, she gained new tasks from her user, including music jukebox play tallies, and even as a scheduling utility for aerobics classes. She befriended Clu1 from a chance encounter (he explained to her that his user Flynn was trying to fix some overcharges on some shirts.) She would occasionally accompany him in his tank on his many (not-so-legal) adventures to please Clu's user….. …and also because Val was TOTALLY hooking up with him constantly.

Personality: Val has the spirit of Tiffany embedded in her, and of course, that means she's an 80's valley girl at heart. She is high-energy, with a heavy valspeak accent (which translates into the system as program/grid twists on a few different sayings). She's always eager to meet new programs and recruit them into her friend circle. When she (or her friends) are intimidatedor threatened, she can become a ruthless Mean Girl (RIP to all the red warrior elites that crossed her path the wrong way). Sometimes her passions get the best of her, and she can get easily annoyed when things don't end up the way she had originally calculated. Despite being written for retail and basic music data maintenance, she LOVES the games (when they're safe for everyone). She's also got a lustful side like Tiff that tends to make her a little too mischeivous at times.

Can others draw this OC?: YES FOR BOTH SFW AND NSFW!! (just let me know first )

[gofancyninjaworld]

If someone eating inexpertly with chopsticks is annoying, so too is an unskilled knife-and-fork user, as seen here:

[onepunchmiss]

HERE TAKE THIS POORLY EDITED TOGETHER A CLASS PICTURE 

[onepunchmanfanblog]

Knowledge is power! My OPM site: www.onepunchmanfan.com

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The POW Olympics of World War II

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The POW Olympics of World War II

Don’t let the ornate costumes and beautiful choreography fool you, figure skaters are no strangers to scandal. Here are nine notable ones.

1. TONYA AND NANCY.

In 1994, a little club-and-run thrust the sport of figure skating into the spotlight. The assault on reigning national champion Nancy Kerrigan (and her subsequent anguished cries) at the 1994 U.S. National Figure Skating Championships in Detroit was heard round the world, as were the allegations that her main rival, Tonya Harding, may have been behind it all.

The story goes a little something like this: As America’s sweetheart (Kerrigan) is preparing to compete for a spot on the U.S. Olympic team bound for Lillehammer, Norway, she gets clubbed in the knee outside the locker room after practice. Kerrigan is forced to withdraw from competition and Harding gets the gold. Details soon emerge that Harding’s ex-husband, Jeff Gillooly, was behind the attack (he hired a hitman). Harding denies any knowledge or involvement, but tanks at the Olympics the following month. She then pleads guilty to hindering prosecution of Gillooly and his co-conspirators, bodyguard Shawn Eckhart and hitman Shane Stant. And then she’s banned from figure skating for life.

Questions about Harding’s guilt remain two decades later, and the event is still a topic of conversation today. Recently, both an ESPN 30 for 30 documentary and the Oscar-nominated film I, Tonya revisited the saga, proving we can’t get enough of a little figure skating scandal.

2. HAND-PICKED FOR GOLD.

Usually it’s the top three medalists at the U.S. Nationals that compete for America at the Winter Olympics every four years. But in 2014, gold medalist Gracie Gold (no pun intended), silver medalist Polina Edmunds, and … “pewter” medalist Ashley Wagner were destined for Sochi.

What about the bronze medalist, you ask? Mirai Nagasu, despite out-skating Wagner by a landslide in Boston and despite being the only skater with prior Olympic experience (she placed fourth at Vancouver in 2010) had to watch it all on television. The decision by the country’s governing body of figure skating (United States Figure Skating Association, or USFS) deeply divided the skating community as to whether it was the right choice to pass over Nagasu in favor of Wagner, who hadn’t skated so great, and it put a global spotlight on the selection process.

In reality, the athletes that we send to the Olympics are not chosen solely on their performance at Nationals—it’s one of many criteria taken into consideration, including performance in international competition over the previous year, difficulty of each skater’s technical elements, and, to some degree, their marketability to a world audience. This has happened before to other skaters—most notably Michelle Kwan was relegated to being an alternate in 1994 after Nancy Kerrigan was granted a medical bye after the leg-clubbing heard round the world. Nagasu had the right to appeal the decision, and was encouraged to do so by mobs of angry skating fans, but she elected not to.

3. SALT LAKE CITY, 2002.

Objectively, this scandal rocked the skating world the hardest, because the end result was a shattering of the competitive sport’s very structure. When Canadian pairs team Jamie Sale and David Pelletier found themselves in second place after a flawless freeskate at the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake, something wasn’t right. The Russian team of Elena Berezhnaya and Anton Sikharulidze placed first, despite a technically flawed performance.

An investigation into the result revealed that judges had conspired to fix the results of the pairs and dance events—a French judge admitted to being pressured to vote for the Russian pair in exchange for a boost for the French dance team (who won that event). In the end, both pairs teams were awarded a gold medal, and the entire system of judging figure skating competition was thrown out and rebuilt.

4. AGENT OF STYLE.

Jackson Haines was an American figure skater in the mid-1800s who had some crazy ideas about the sport. He had this absolutely ludicrous notion of skating to music (music!), waltzing on ice, as well as incorporating balletic movements, athletic jumps, and spins into competition. His brand new style of skating was in complete contrast to the rigid, traditional, and formal (read: awkward) standard of tracing figure-eights into the ice. Needless to say, it was not well received by the skating world in America, so he was forced to take his talents to the Old World.

His new “international style” did eventually catch on around the globe, and Haines is now hailed as the father of modern figure skating. He also invented the sit spin, a technical element now required in almost every level and discipline of the sport.

5. LADIES LAST.

In 1902, competitive figure skating was a gentlemen’s pursuit. Ladies simply didn’t compete by themselves on the world stage (though they did compete in pairs events). But a British skater named Madge Syers flouted that standard, entering the World Figure Skating Championships in 1902. She ruffled a lot of feathers, but was ultimately allowed to compete and beat the pants off every man save one, earning the silver medal.

Her actions sparked a controversy that spurred the International Skating Union to create a separate competitive world event for women in 1906. Madge went on to win that twice, and became Olympic champion at the 1908 summer games [PDF] in London—the first “winter” Olympics weren’t held until 1924 in France, several years after Madge died in 1917.

6. AGENT OF STYLE, PART 2.

Norwegian skater Sonja Henie was the darling of the figure skating world in the first half of the 20th century. The flirtatious blonde was a three-time Olympic champion, a movie star, and the role model of countless aspiring skaters. She brought sexy back to skating—or rather, introduced it. She was the first skater to wear scandalously short skirts and white skates. Prior to her bold fashion choices, ladies wore black skates and long, conservative skirts. During WWII, a fabric shortage hiked up the skirts even further than Henie’s typical length, and the ladies of figure skating have never looked back.

7. TOO SEXY FOR HER SKATES.

A buxom young beauty from the former Democratic German Republic dominated ladies figure skating in the mid- to late 1980s. A two-time Olympic champion, and one of the most decorated female skaters in history, Katarina Witt was just too sexy for her shirt—she tended to wear scandalously revealing costumes (one of which resulted in a wardrobe malfunction during a show), and was criticized for attempting to flirt with the judges to earn higher scores.

The ISU put the kibosh on the controversial outfits soon afterward, inserting a rule that all competitive female skaters “must not give the effect of excessive nudity inappropriate for an athletic sport.” The outrage forced Witt to add some fabric to her competitive outfits in the late ’80s. But 10 years later she took it all off, posing naked for a 1998 issue of Playboy.

8. MORE COSTUME CONTROVERSY.

For the 2010 competitive year, the ISU’s annual theme for the original dance segment (since defunct and replaced by the “short dance”) was “country/folk.” That meant competitors had to create a routine that explored some aspect of it, in both music and costume as well as in maneuvers. The top Russian pair chose to emulate Aboriginal tribal dancing in their program, decked in full bodysuits adorned with their interpretation of Aboriginal body paint (and a loincloth).

Their debut performance at the European Championships drew heavy criticism from Aboriginal groups in both Australia and Canada, who were greatly offended by the inaccuracy of the costumes and the routine. The Russian pair, Oksana Domnina and Maxim Shabalin, were quick to dial down the costumes and dial up the accuracy in time for the Winter Olympics in Vancouver, but the judges were not impressed. They ended up with the bronze, ending decades of Russian dominance in the discipline. (With the glaring exception of 2002, of course.)

9. IN MEMORIAM.

While not a scandal, this event bears mentioning because it has rocked the figure skating world arguably more than anything else. In February of 1961, the American figure skating team boarded a flight to Belgium from New York, en route to the World Championships in Prague. The plane went down mysteriously (cause still questioned today) as it tried to land in Brussels, killing all 72 passengers. America’s top skaters and coaches had been aboard, including nine-time U.S. Champion and Olympic bronze medalist-turned-coach Maribel Vinson-Owen and her daughter Laurence Owen, a 16-year-old who had been heavily favored to win the ladies event that year.

The ISU canceled the competition upon the news of the crash and the United States lost its long-held dominance in the sport for almost a decade. The United States Figure Skating Association (USFS) soon after established a memorial fund that helped support the skating careers of competitors in need of financial assistance, including future Olympic champions like Scott Hamilton and Peggy Fleming.

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BODY

Long legs . Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned Stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby stomach. Soft stomach.  Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Talons. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows.Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight. Big teeth. Sharp teeth. Normal teeth. Pronounced canines. Feathers.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Rough. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft. Dewy. Metallic. Wrinkled. Scaled. Plated.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Purple. Red. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Heterochromatic. Homochromatic. Beady eyes. Glowing eyes.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly.Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Purple. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Back tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple.No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretched ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercing.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick.Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation.Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Wears makeup maybe once a year. Never wears makeup.

SCENT

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Fogweed. Cologne. Scotch. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Clean scents. Spices. Chemicals. Ginger. Vanilla. Honey.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight / formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports t-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxi dress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High-slit dress / skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts.Sweater. Sweater vest. Uniform. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Loincloth. Boxers. Briefs.Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Satin. Lace. Lurex. Leather. Taffeta. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Naked. Armor. Robes. Kimono. Tabard. Lamé. Cotton. Linen.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Armor.

(I’ve taken the liberty of adding a few things and correcting some typos!)

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Tagging: @mischiefandmystics and anyone else

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Hero Encyclopedia: Heavy Tank Fundoshi

with kind permission of @vibhavm​

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I want more A-Class

2BThe A-Class heroes are full of such interesting personalities and capabilities that I’m really sad we don’t see more of them! 

Just look at them and tell me you don’t want to see more of these guys!

We have:

1. Mr “I-Doth-Protest-Too-Much” Amai Mask

2. “I’ll beat you with one arm tied behind my back, permanently” Iaian

3. “I am what I am” Okamaitachi 

4. “If I let go of my chin it might fall off” Bushidrill

5. “The Way of the Muscles”  Heavy Tank Loincloth

The rest of the class below the cut.

6. “Insta-cremate”  Blue Fire

7. “Yes, that is a pigeon in my hat...and my pocket” Magic Trick Man

8. “Mr. Don’t look down on us” Death Gatling

9. “Clean Eatin’” Tank Top Vegetarian

I’m sure you’re an okay guy but we’ve literally only gotten to see you when your face is being broken.  Come back soon and correct the record, ‘kay?

10. “Who wants an organically-sourced hole in their torso?”  Stinger

you diss Stinger and you must never talk to me or my fictional son again

11.  “However you roll, your number is always up”  Twin Tail

please draw more women like this, thank you, Murata

13.  “Throw the book at evildoers”  Great Philosopher

16.  “Float like a butterfly, sting like a swarm of angry hornets” Butterfly DX

22. “Why is this happening to me?”   One-Shotter

whimpering with terror, killing with incredible precision, I want to give this guy all the blankets. And a therapist.

24. “Be one with nature”  Green

25.  “Slice without mercy” Crescent Eyebroll

26. “It’s Golden Ball, not golden balls”  Golden Ball

always having to explain his hero name might get irritating, but I like this guy and his friendship with Spring Mustachio

27. “I’d smile if I could” Smile Man

for a lot of fans, Smile Man got off on the wrong foot, but he’s nothing if not serious and thoughtful about his hero work

28. “I’m holding back for the sake of humanity” Spring Mustachio

29. “Elegant Brutality” Narcisstoic

This guy cracks me up. I just can’t with him

30. “When will I get a break?” Peach Terry

31.  “Rhythm is my master”  Forte

he does appear in the manga, but there’s so much more of him in the webcomic that I’ve gone ahead and used it

33. “Small yet deadly” Shadow Ring

like this too, Murata

32. Dollamaster

We literally know nothing about him!  Please get into action soon!

34. “Death from Above” Feather

35. Air

36. “I’m shy” Chain n’ Toad

37.  “It’s Snek, not  Snake” Snakebite Snek

And there’s still ten more we don’t know about.

They’re incredibly powerful without being inhuman.  It’s a crime how little we know about most of them.

More pls! At least find some space for them in the manga, ONE!

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That one really hot guy, with the muscles.

That’s not a question I can answer, for two reasons.

1. Hotness is in the eye of the beholder.

2. Do you have any idea how little that narrows the field down?   There are so many!  We’ve the man-mountains of muscle like Superalloy Darkshine, Tank Top Master, Puri Puri Prisoner,  Heavy Tank Loincloth, Heavy Kong who all like emphasising their muscles.  Then we’ve the guys who aren’t quite so exhbitionist, but still make sure we can see theirs like Stinger, Feather, the Great Philosopher, and Tank Top Doctor (yeah that leotard fools no one).   And that’s just off the top of my head.  

You’ll have to be a bit more specific, I’m afraid.

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Who’s left?

@vibhavm  made a comment to me that Heavy Tank Lioncloth is now the effective number 1 hero, what with Atomic having taken his disciples with him and Sweet Mask self-destructed.  So I thought I’d do a roll call of what we know about the current status of pro-heroes in OPM as of webcomic chapter 125

S-Class

No 1, Blast -- still AWOL

No 2, Tatsumaki -- injured, also under disciplinary action.

No 3, Silverfang -- retired

No 4, Atomic Samurai -- inactive, gone off to retrain

No 5, Child Emperor -- quit, defected to Neo Heroes

No 6, Metal Knight -- under disciplinary action.  Also the HA discovering that he left a gaping security hole in the roof won't help.

No 7, King -- active.  But it's King, so we know the truth.

No 8, Zombieman -- inactive.  Gone to see his doctor for remediation.

No 9, Drive Knight -- AWOL.  Drive Knight still hasn't been seen in the webcomic since the alien invasion.

No 10, Pig God  -- injured.

No 11, SuperAlloy Darkshine -- retired and defected to Neo Heroes to work as a trainer.

No 12, Watchdogman -- active, but still only interested in Q City

No 13, Flashy Flash -- active.

No 14, Demon Cyborg -- active.

No 15, Metal Bat -- defected to Neo Heroes as they’ve promised him a security detail for his sister and pet-sitting services.

No 16, Tank Top Master -- active.

No 17, Puri Puri Prisoner -- injured.

Class A

No 1, Handsomely Masked Sweet Mask -- turned into a monster and fled.

No 2, Iaian -- inactive, gone to train.

No 3, Okamataichi -- inactive, gone to train.

No 4, Bushidrill -- inactive, gone to train.

No 5, Heavy Tank Loincloth -- injured, Garou broke his arm.

No 6, Blue Fire -- incredibly, back at duty after losing an arm.

No 7, Magic Trick Man -- injured.

No 8, Death Gatling -- injured.

No 9, Tank Top Vegetarian -- quit hero work.

Nos 10 - 13 -- status unknown

In fact, the only other known active A Class heroes are Stinger, Forte, Chain N’Toad, Butterfly DX, Feather, Peach Terry, and Snek.    As well as newly promoted or recruited Caped Baldy, Blizzard of Hell, and Suiko.

Status of Classes B and C are as yet unknown. Still, the Blizzard Group is still active, and a greatly reduced roster of Tank Toppers also exists.

Frick, the Hero Association’s pro hero roster has been effectively decapitated.  From a monster-fighting perspective, it’s a dead man walking.

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How about Heavy Tank Loincloth? He's a tough customer to be sure; the A-Class Rank 5 nameplate is no joke.

Now this is a good question!  Not because I don’t know who Heavy Tank Loincloth is, but because saying stuff about him isn’t so easy. 

Looking for all the world like a PT Barnum circus strongman on day leave, Heavy Tank Loincloth is one stern-faced guardian of justice.  He suffers, in common with most of the muscle-heads in this story, from having a thin time of things.  Breaking his own arm trying to punch Garou out was not a great way to get to know him.   I suppose it was bound to happen, with his signature move  (heavy tank cannon?) leveraging his great height and weight to slam miscreants into the ground in pieces.

Last we saw him was on the back cover of volume 12, arm in cast, still punching down despite that.  Get well soon!  And get some other moves for your own well-being!

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...need not apply

It’s like ONE went through the requirements for military enlistment and decided that many of the folk he’d make heroes would be manifestly ineligible for service.   Understandably, this list isn’t complete as there’s a lot of information missing for the heroes we do know about.

Names in italics are those who would be admitted into the US military on age (17 - 34), but not the Japan Self-Defence Forces (which is much tighter at 18 - 27)

Too Old

Blast

Tatsumaki

Silverfang

Atomic Samurai

Metal Knight

King

Heavy Tank Loincloth

Bushidrill

Chain n’ Toad

Snek

Spring Mustachio

Golden Ball

Heavy Kong

Too Young

Lily

Child Emperor

Metal Bat

Physical Issues (including being of questionable humanity)

Pig God,  Food Battler Futoshi.  Their need to eat continuously is impossible to reasonably accommodate.

Green

Zombieman

One-Shotter*

Death Gatling*

Demon Cyborg

Drive Knight

Jet Nice Guy

Amai Mask

Iaian

Blue Fire

Armored Assistant Manager

*I wouldn’t be surprised if those two are ex-military, but if so they have no chance of being taken back

Mental Issues

Watchdogman

Fubuki, Gearsper -- militaries take an understandably dim view of extra-sensory perception.  No point in their applying via regular enlistment.

Anyone over-committed to their weird and wonderful way of fighting.  This could be a sizeable category, but I don’t know the heroes well enough to know how stubborn most of them are. I’m giving the side-eye to folk like Strange Binding Shell, Horse-Bone, Smile Man, and Feather to name just a few.

Gender Issues

Okamataichi  (Yup, they suck in that regard).

Criminality

Puri Puri Prisoner

Highly likely to fail basic training

Saitama

Flashy Flash

Mumen Rider (strong conscientious objector. There is no way he will kill, or contribute to the killing, of any human being. No matter what.)

Tank Top Master, who also objects to killing people.

Many heroes are trouble -- they’re heroes precisely because they’re willing to break rank with those around them to defend a principle.

Who’s left?

Heroes who would be definite good candidates would be

Superalloy Darkshine

Tank Toppers, but not Tank Top Master

Most of the Blizzard Group.   What these two groups of heroes have in common is that they’re good at forming cohesive groups to achieve bigger aims, following orders and prioritise group identity over standing out as individuals. It’s not a coincidence that ONE hasn’t bothered to name most of them.

All very interesting, but am I going somewhere with this?   Almost certainly!  Stay tuned.  Just in case I’m a while, I’m not saying that the military is bad or narrow-minded, but rather that heroes are very weird.  So many of them don’t fit the mould of people society looks to to protect it from threats.