#height differences

[jjsmithmg]

@thejackstacked

[captainhysunstuff]

A headcanon of mine is that L had a later growth spurt and looked way younger than he was~. I closed his age gap here a bit to demonstrate the contrast. This would be their ages if I were to indulge in a "growing up together" AU.

[azumetapraline]

fun fact: for anyone who wants to draw saiibo, according to their canon heights, the top of kiibo's head (minus his hair) arrives approximately at shuichi's eye level

so no, kiibo isn't nearly one head smaller than him. if you want two characters who have a bit more than one head of height difference, look for oumota! (the top of kokichi's head reaches around the bottom of kaito's neck) not even saimota has that much difference (the top of shuichi's head is around kaito's nose)

saiibo has 11 cm difference, saimota has 13 cm, and oumota has 28 cm difference, while a head (i measured my own-) is around 25 cm.

i'm not saying anyone who doesn't do that is wrong or anything, i've probably messed up saiibo's heights many times. and if some people just don't want to draw them at their canon heights it's also completely ok! i just thought of sharing this bit of info in case someone needs it!

p.s.: i decided to look at my saiibo art and i realized that if i didn't respect what i said above, actually, sometimes i even made kiibo too tall. hm.

p.p.s.: i could've included other ships but frankly, i'm tired, it's almost 5 am so i'll just do these three. if you want other ships, feel free to ask me, or pick up your faves' wiki page and a ruler to measure their differences yourself!

[celestiall0tus]

Let's do something

Had this sitting for a while and decided to put it up, though I'm missing Ivan from it. And eventually some potential others. But here is the Bloody Bug collection of heroes and their heights. Figured it'd be fun to do

[bloody-bee-tea]

Height

No thoughts, just height difference

The General Mahamatra carries a presence with him. He’s adept at hiding it–capable of sneaking up on almost everyone–but generally, his presence is loud and overwhelming. He enters a room and he instantly demands attention. 

Alhaitham had the privilege of witnessing it more than once already. There’s just something to the way Cyno carries himself in official meetings and it scarcely has to do with his headset. It might be the most distinctive sign of the General Mahamatra, but even dressed down and bandaged up Cyno manages to command the attention of everyone present with merely a look and the way he carries himself. Sometimes it feels as if the General Mahamatra is larger than life itself.

Alhaitham also has heard what people say about the General Mahamatra; how his reputation is huge and his legacy will carry on, long after he’s gone. 

Alhaitham doesn’t disagree with any of that, though to him the General Mahamatra is even more. To him, the General Mahamatra is Cyno.

And Cyno is small.

His presence might be great, the power he commands terrifying and overpowering, but physically, he’s just a sliver of a man. Alhaitham knows of course, just what kind of power lies behind the deceptively slim body–has felt it first hand during their clash at Aaru Village–but that doesn’t change the fact that Cyno is almost an entire head shorter than him.

He’s not even of a good height for forehead kisses, something that Alhaitham laments every morning, when he awkwardly has to bend down until his lips connect with the crown of Cyno’s head. Not that a little discomfort is going to stop him because nothing can stop him from showering Cyno with his love. Not even the glower he gets in return.

“Stop that,” Cyno says, very notably not rising on his feet to make it easier on Alhaitham, but Alhaitham knows it for the token protest it is.

The blush dusting Cyno’s cheeks gives him away.

“Tomorrow, maybe,” Alhaitham says, and they both know very well that he won’t stop it, not tomorrow or any day after.

Cyno huffs, but doesn’t protest anymore, and Alhaitham just catches the hint of a smile on his face when he turns away from him.

~*~*~

Cyno’s wrists are delicate. His arms are capable of wielding the spear with a frightful power and they are able to block the heaviest of attacks but to Alhaitham, his wrists seem fragile, as if they could splinter apart at any given moment.

It doesn’t help that he can easily wrap his hands around Cyno’s wrists, his fingers circling them with space to spare.

“What are you doing?” Cyno suspiciously asks him, eying the hand around his wrist and Alhaitham isn’t even sure why or when he reached out for him.

Something about Cyno just calls to him, he guesses.

“This,” Alhaitham answers, trying to smoothly cover up his unconscious gesture and uses the grip he has on Cyno’s wrist to raise his hand to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to his knuckles.

“Alhaitham, we’re at work. I was handing you important documents,” Cyno sighs out, clearly exasperated, but Alhaitham only shrugs.

“And I’m thanking you properly for it.”

Cyno narrows his eyes at him.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it,” Alhaitham shoots back, noting the fact that Cyno has not wrenched his arm free of his grasp yet, even though they both know he easily could.

Cyno’s hesitation with that gives Alhaitham time to put the grip he has on him to another good use; he tugs on Cyno’s arm until he stumbles right where Alhaitham wants him to be. 

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Cyno whispers from his spot between Alhaitham’s legs but the only answer he gets is a kiss.

It should be answer enough, anyway.

And it seems to be, because the instigator of the second kiss is certainly not Alhaitham.

~*~*~

Alhaitham eyes Cyno's hands. They are strong around his spear, sure and steady with their grip and Alhaitham knows just how hard the fingers can cling on to him. 

It doesn't change the fact that Cyno's fingers are slender and his hands are small. Probably small enough for Alhaitham's own to fully engulf his hand.

"What is it now?" Cyno asks with a sigh, coming to a stop with his training and Alhaitham smiles as he hears the exasperated fondness in his voice.

"Come here?" he asks and even though Cyno rolls his eyes at him, he vanishes his spear and makes his way over to Alhaitham.

That alone is cause enough to immediately kiss him when he's in reaching distance, Alhaitham thinks and then does exactly that.

"That was not what you wanted," Cyno says when they part and in answer Alhaitham holds up his hand. 

"I want to see," he simply says, not bothering to explain himself further but—like always—Cyno indulges him by placing his hand against Alhaitham's.

Alhaitham’s hands are bigger; his palm broader and his finger longer, just like he knew they would be.

Seeing it though, is entirely different than just knowing.

"Satisfied?" Cyno asks, clearly eager to get back to his training but he's stopped when Alhaitham intertwines their fingers.

"Never, when it comes to you," he honestly gives back and watches Cyno's face go soft.

"Good," he whispers right before he steps in for a kiss and Alhaitham marvels at that just as much as he marvels at the smaller hand in his.

~*~*~

Alhaitham eyes Cyno’s waist. His midriff is always exposed, for everyone to see, and Alhaitham thinks it might rankle him more if he wasn’t so certain that he’s the only one to touch. And he wants to touch.

“Alhaitham,” Cyno warningly says, clearly already picking up on what Alhaitham is thinking about, but now that the thought entered his head, he can’t stop himself.

He wonders if Cyno’s waist is small enough and his own hands big enough to touch once he encircles it.

Only one way to find out, Alhaitham thinks.

“I want to try something,” Alhaitham says already marching up to Cyno who puts a hand out to stop him.

“We’re in public,” he says, giving a pointed look to the people around them at the market but Alhaitham couldn’t care less.

Everyone knows that they are in a relationship, so he fails to see how it matters. Well, almost.

“Are you uncomfortable with that?” Alhaitham wants to know, because that really is the only reason he could see to not go through with his experiment right now.

Cyno huffs out something that could be called a laugh and then levels Alhaitham with a look.

“I let you kiss me during an official meeting where every high ranking person in Sumeru was present, including our Archon. You’re so smart; take a guess as to what the answer could be.”

“Good,” Alhaitham nods and continues to close the distance between them. “I just want to–” he mutters and trails off as his hands make contact with Cyno’s bare skin.

His fingers don’t quite touch, but only barely. He thinks if he squeezes–

“Alhaitham!” Cyno’s voice is choked and Alhaitham’s gaze snaps from his hands around his middle to Cyno’s eyes.

He tries to put up a stern front, but Alhaitham can see the fire burning behind that.

“I think we’re done with our shopping, right?” he innocently asks and lets his hands slide off Cyno’s skin when he whirls around, marching back to his home.

Alhaitham guesses that is answer enough, though the way Cyno sucks in his breath once they are in the bedroom to make Alhaitham’s hands fit more easily around his waist certainly is an answer as well.

~*~*~

Alhaitham wakes up when Cyno’s cloak hits the floor. He has to blink against the sleepiness still clinging to him but once his eyes fall on Cyno, he’s fully awake. 

Cyno seems fragile and especially small in the moonlight that’s filtering into their bedroom. He’s clearly exhausted, tired from days of pursuit and it makes him look delicate in a way Alhaitham isn’t quite used to.

“Welcome home,” he whispers out and readily scoots back in bed to make space for Cyno. 

Cyno hesitates at the edge of the bed before he crawls in and Alhaitham fully expects him to bury into his chest.

What he gets instead is a Cyno who puts his back to Alhaitham and curls up small.

It takes Alhaitham’s breath away how little space he takes up in bed like this and it seems it takes him a moment too long because Cyno harshly breathes out.

“Would you come here already?” he demands, glaring over his shoulder. “You’re usually so quick to lord your height over me and now you can’t even do this?”

Not a good mission, then. Alhaitham makes a mental note to ask about it tomorrow. For now, he has other things to do.

“I’m here,” he promises and moves forward, until he can curl his entire body around Cyno’s smaller frame. It’s startling how tiny Cyno feels in his arms and how easily Alhaitham wraps around him like this. “I’m here,” he says again, this time accompanied by a soft kiss to Cyno’s head.

It’s enough to finally get Cyno to relax and he melts into Alhaitham’s bigger body.

He loves Cyno, always, but there is something especially soft in his chest when Cyno is like that in his arms; small and fragile and trusting Alhaitham to keep him safe.

[gillianthecat]

I find height difference rather ho-hum when it's played up, or used as part of typical seme/uke sexual dimorphism. But incidental height differences? Where the characters and the script mostly ignore it? For some reason that drives me kinda wild. I was not expecting to discover this about myself.

The only two examples thus far are Kondo Shori and Yutaro as Ichijo and Mahiro in Zenra Meshi (Naked Dining), and Miyazaki Hio and Fujiwara Kisetsu as Shun and Nagisa in His (the 2020 movie). But, like, 🥰, [incoherent squealing],☺️.

Zenra Meshi

His (2020)

[marbledmoonstone]

Hey, so uh

For anyone who wants some character height checks bc I can't draw accurate heights LMAO

(yeah, they're my HC heights for the little guys LMAO)

[indoorghost]

i cant decide how much i want to push the size differences in my Project Pantheon.

I know I want the gods to be bigger than humans, but i dont know to what extent

like 2x is fun

but 1.5x is also fun and might be more logistically practical??

hmmm.... much to think about...

[novemberhope]

I just realized the height differences between Neri and Zoro and Niara and Law... damn those guys are tall. Even Azura, who I consider average height for a woman, would have felt looking up at a skycraper when facing Crocodile in Marineford lol. And Niara's so tiny... especially next to Law... luckily I'm a sucker for height differences hehe

[heretherebedork]

I love how they play with their heights in the kitchen, showing that Ichijo is constantly bending over and lower than Mahiro and either at an even level or below him as he's learning to cook but also as he's looking up to him, at what Mahiro has done in this small town and all the things he's learning and for his relationship with his grandmother... There's just so much with this height difference...

And then to conclude it with the same height different back in that past but with a totally different meaning?

Absolutely A+.

[sailoreuterpe]

Do I want Smol But Mighty Tina with her Tol Bubbly Boy Zeke or do I want Amazon Tall Tina with her Short King Zeke?

[jjsmithmg]

ID?

[djfatchip]

The Height Differences always get me xD I love it!

[smol-tactician]

Leo staring at his watch: It tis time

Takumi minding his business:

Leo using the power of gay and height differences to annoy his boyfriend: Sup shorty

Takumi: Dude I just wanted to read, why do you do this?

Leo: Its tradition.

Takumi: ... You do this every day....

Leo: Because tradition

Takumi: for fucks sake

[giggly-squiggily]

Spontaneous Headcanon #23

A little bit of a grownup!Killugon headcanon for the soul.

So Gon grows to be pretty tall.

I’m gonna put him around 6′1-6′2 by the time he’s 18. No one knows where it came from considering Aunt Mito and Ging were both around 5′3 in their adulthood, but our boy shoots up like a bean sprout.

Killua on the other hand grows to around 5′8-5′9 at 18. Despite a lot of the men in his family being pretty tall, his body refused to grow any taller.

This is where the shenanigans start.

Gon is a sweetie, but he’s not immune from the occasional mischeif. When he and Killua get together (because of course they do) and Killua goes to kiss him, he has to stand on his tiptoes to do so. Gon would be nice and stay still, but he’s a bit evil, so he’ll casually stretch himself juuuust out of reach from the smaller man.

Cue a pissy Killua pouting at a giggly Gon and refusing any kisses and snuggles from the brunette. This eventually leads to tickles because of course it does and Killua might forgive Gon but only after bringing him to the ground with a few well placed squeezes to the hip.

Also Gon is absolutely the type to put things on high shelves just so Killua has to stretch and get them. He takes every opportunity to sneak random tickles into his sides whenever he goes to get said things. Once again, this leads to a very pissy Killua chasing him down to exact revenge.

Worth it- 10/10.

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Don't ask me to not be a sucker for height differences...

I was married to a man who was 30 centimetres taller than me. It's ingrained in my subconscious at this point...

I can't avoid but imagining one of the characters looking up at his SO...