#i mean! he's a big guy! he's 6'4!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more idiot scribbles <3

[vyglitchcraft]

Since requests are open, can you write for havik, shao, Scorpion and sub zero with a size kink SFW and NSFW headcanons? ʕʘ‿ʘʔ

YES BITCH I WILL, you have good taste in men hot DAMN also yes putting their canon heights just so you can imagine it (atleast before MK1 assuming they didn't change the height)

Sizing Up (18+)

MK1 Shao, Havik, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang x gen!reader size kink headcanons

Warning: Havik's section has mentions of gore and more extreme fetishes

General Shao (7'2 ft)

SFW

This hunk of muscles love to show off his build, he is VERY proud of it. Like the type of douchebag in the gym that would flex in front of the mirror type of guy. And you love every second of it

He likes to show off, that's just a thing that Shao likes in every timeline. He likes to pick you up and just point out how small and light you are, how you're lucky to have him because someone can just pick you up and run off with you

He's a bit of a jerk but you should expect that when you dated him. He constantly teases you about your height and he'll make sure you will NOT forget that you're short. Jars on the highest shelf, every lid is screwed on a bit TOO tight, you can't seem to find any stools to stand on so that means only one thing, you're forced to ask him for help and he would HAPPILY do it with a shit eating grin on his face

He LOVES it when you do a size comparison between you and him, especially with your hands, he thinks its so precious that he can just hold both of your hands with only one of his

He went FERAL when he saw you in his clothes

NSFW

When i say this man is huge EVERYWHERE i mean it, you wouldn't be exaggerating when you compare it to your arm.

"Are you sure? I could break you" is something he constantly says. He loves to lay his cock right on top of your stomach, just admiring just how deep he could reach. Heck it scares you sometimes too, i mean who wouldn't?

But all those feelings are gone when you feel that delicious stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He loves to compare you to a sex toy just because he could just hold your torso with one hand and just use you. He is VERY degrading in bed but god does he love you too.

"So pathetic, did it reach your brain too? Look at me while i use you" even when the two of you are doing it sitting down, you only reach his chest.

He loves to see the outline of his cock on your stomach, he's amazed that someone as small as you can take something that big.

You're practically getting tossed around from position to position, you're gonna get manhandled like a sack of potatoes

Havik (6'4 ft)

SFW

Also messes with you but more just because it causes chaos. Although he doesn't care about his height unlike Shao, he is absolutely fixated by the fact that you're so small compared to him. He thinks you're adorable and wants to bite your head off.

Chews on your hair. You're probably the perfect height for him to lay his head on top of yours. Your hair gets into his mouth sometimes and he likes chewing on it.

He likes to hold onto you, he wants you to carry him around because he thinks it's funny that someone THAT small can carry a man his height. So yes you're here giving this man a piggy back ride while he chews on your hair. Look don't expect maturity from HIM of all people.

Also likes to carry you everywhere and put everything (including you) on a really high shelf, why? Because chaos.

"I can throw you" "Havik WHY" "what if i throw you across the arena so you can attack people from behind" "WHY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT"

He's big but he acts like he's small, he either is NOT aware of his height or just does it to mess with you, could be both.

NSFW

Cute aggression but kinky. That's all i can say about him.

But anyway he likes to point out certain details that just make you want to cover your face. He appreciates that you're so easily pinned down. Your feet aren't touching the ground if you're getting fucked on a table or some other random surface.

Please be warned, the man has no filter. His dirty talk is explicit and isn't for the faint of heart.

Goes fucking FERAL when he sees your stomach bulging from his cock. How you can barely handle anything yet you do, easily too. He loves it. "I wonder if i pull out fast enough, i could pull your intestines inside out"

"I can feel myself hitting your lungs, do you like it?" he's exaggerating but he loves how you're basically choking from the pleasure. Although if you're genuinely uncomfortable or hurt, he will stop. As chaotic as he is, he doesn't want to see you hurt or at worst die.

Loves it when you're the dominant one though. He's a switch. He likes it when someone weak like you can overpower him (if you can't, he likes to pretend) you can do anything to him, he can regenerate any part of his body.

Bi-Han (6'2 ft)

SFW

Overbearing as fuck. He treats you like you're just this small vulnerable rabbit. He feels the need to always protect you, i mean someone your size surely can't protect themselves right? That's why you have him! If you think he's overprotective, he's even more so when you're small

You're a porcelain doll to him, one wrong move and you'll be hurt. Although he's very gentle, he's also like a predator, almost a yandere. You're spoiled, he's the grandmaster, who's gonna stop him from using the Lin Kuei's money for you. But you ain't gonna do shit without him "protecting" you

Since every ninja is around 6'2 (except Tremor and Reptile i think) so you bet your ass you can't reach shit but don't worry, Bi-Han is there to help you. You won't be lifting a finger when he's around.

Oh but don't think he's all soft, his anger is fucked. He uses his size to intimidate people, standing behind you like a shadow. Or having you on his lap like a pet.

Your size means you're also easily movable. He uses this to his advantage to just carry you around or pick you up if he needs you.

NSFW

Again, predator/prey. He absolutely takes advantage of the fact that you're so weak compared to him. The way he can make you whine with one of his fingers, gives him an ego boost. "I can't wait to stretch you to the limits"

Everything about him screams possessive and the fact that you look so small and weak compared to him makes it even worse. The fact that he can just wrap his hand around your whole neck. The fact that you cry every time he fucks you, he lives for it.

He'll pin you down, bite you, everything that you'll love today but regret tomorrow. His grip is bruising but no worries, he'll make sure to take care of you after it. His hands would be cold enough to soothe the pain

Seeing you grip onto him, how he overpowers you and you're hugging him as if he's the only person that could keep you safe. God he could go another round just from seeing it.

Kuai Liang (6'2 ft)

SFW

Not as obsessive as his brother, he's respectful. He loves you and he'll make sure you know it. He wants you to feel protected but not scared. Although he discourages you from fighting because he's scared that you'll get overpowered.

He's pretty self aware about his height but he won't make it your problem.

He LOVES it when you wear his clothes or any oversized shirt. He just wants to choke you with his chain and hug you until you can't breathe.

He likes to hold your face with both of his hands and just squish your cheeks. His hands pretty much cover your face. Oh and he doesn't mind carrying you everywhere he goes, it's embarrassing but if you want him to do it, he'll handle the teasing, as long as you're happy.

Does that thing where he just puts his hands on your face, grabbing your head like a basketball. He isn't really thinking about anything, he just does it sometimes. Also accidentally gained the reflex of having to crouch just to go face to face with you. Yes its a bit degrading but he'll snap out of it and go back to his normal position.

NSFW

The fact that you're so light and small compared to him makes it so easy for him to just pin you against a wall. He loves the sense of power that he has over you. You're so vulnerable and he could just defeat you.

To his dismay, he's pretty similar to his brother but much more merciful and less degrading. "So small, so weak, i could just break you"

He would tie you up with his chains and just let you warm up his cock, his big arms wrapping around your neck while he studies in his room. His hand would wander down, cupping your stomach or thighs. Feeling your head lean back on his chest while you beg for him to move.

In his mind, you're like a pocket pussy, a cute toy but he would never mention it. He has a filter but his mind does not. He would love to see you beg that he's too big, that it hurts, your hole not closing up after he's done with you, he wants to see it but he would never say it to you, its too embarrassing.

Your small frame when you go all limp after a session looks so adorable that he just wants to hold your hips down and use you until you're all loose and open. "I'll mold you into my shape, i need you to be mine" he pants out, biting your shoulder, he really is similar to his brother even if he denies it.

[witchthewriter]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: not a poly relationship - I just decided to have them both in one post. Let me know if you want more xx Also I went through the tags for these guys and there is nothing but SMUT. So I wanted some sweet sfw headcanons for the boys

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

INTJ

Ravenclaw

Neutral Good

Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Virgo Rising

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲/𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

・This man is fucking dangerous behind the wheel. And although he is a hot-head occasionally, it isn't when he's driving.

・Simon knows he's shit, so when people honk at him, give him the finger - he just stone-faces it. Let's them berate him because really, he doesn't fucking care.

・However he has lost his licence a few times ... and so you told him he could be your &lt;3 passenger princess <3

・Simon wasn't amused ...

・Very much the protective type, verging on possessive. Not in an abusive way, but he wants everyone to know that you're his. So when anyone flirts with you - or even when they're a little too nice, his jealousy consumes him.

・Scary dog privledges, with and without the mask. This man is intimidating as fuck.

・6'4, wide shoulders and big hands, so it doesn't matter how you look, how tall you are etc - Simon is bigger, taller and stronger.

・Yes he can be a hardass, but when he loves someone, that roughness is somewhat smoothened out. He'd hate to hurt your feelings.

・He only wears his mask to hide his identity; he takes it off when missions are done.

・And when he's home, he rarely wears it.

・Absolutely HATES being jump-scared. And his reflexes take over (you've learnt from the first and last time)

・This goes with random kisses as well, sometimes you just have to make yourself known before touching Simon

・He isn't huge into PDA, but when outside he will gladly hold your hand, bump his shoulder into yours when you make a crappy dad joke.

・The biggest misconception is that he's cold. Well, at work - obviously he is. But at home, with you, he has so much warmth. A lot of life.

・He has great banter. Absolutely has both of you laughing your asses off.

・Calls you "love," "sweetheart," (all in his gruff, chiselled brit accent). And when you're alone, he calls you names like "my love," "hun," "sweet cheeks."

・You're slowly learning about Simon's past, which he shares little by little.

・Too much information and he's scared you might feel overwhelmed and leave him

・There's some deep trauma there, but the army has therapists and everyone gets checked out before they're deemed mentally healthy enough.

・He does want kids, but only after he's done with the military. He would hate to be an absent father in any way. And he wouldn't want you to have that full responsibility.

・A lot of people characterise him as this traumatised man who can barely look after himself. But that is far, faaaaar from the truth. He's very competent. And he eats a LOT. But he also works out (to keep in shape, he actually hates the gym) (also he doesn't expect you to do anything of that stuff. He loves you for you.)

・I also have this headcanon that Ghost/Riley would love Metallica, Slipknot, Black Sabbath etc. It's one of the things that calm him down. However, if he's had an overwhelming day, he needs no noise whatsoever.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Teases Them (You) x About To End Them (Ghost)

The Moon and His Star

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Opposites Attract

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

Enter Sandman by Metallica

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it. 

・There's almost like two sides of your s/o. The Ghost side, where the mask stays on, and he's rough, possessive, dominant. And then the Simon side, where he likes soft touches and when you gently stroke his face

・You've both discovered that Simon likes it when you wear his mask, gloves - nothing else - and touch yourself.

・Even with your cum juices on the mask, and gloves, he'll still wear them to work.

・It's the only kinky thing he brings with him while on deployment. You did want to take a naked polaroid for him but he didn't trust the other guys not to somehow see it.

・He likes keeping you as separate from army life as much as possible. Because you feel like home, and it gives him hope.

・Ghost loves taming your bratty side. He's short, demanding and can shut you up with one look.

"Keep on actin' like that, and see what happens."

・Of course you keep acting up, and when you get home, you pay for it tenfold.

・Ghost's hands are as big as a paddle, and when he has you over his knee, ass up in the air. He doesn't hesitate in leaving red marks (all consensual. He wouldn't do anything without having a conversation before hand).

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

ISTP

Hufflepuff

Chaotic Good

Aries Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠

・A 6'10 king, who suffers from social anxiety but has this soft, silly side that he loves showing you and only you (I will take no criticisms on his height. It is LAW. My law.)

・Because of his anxiety, social aspects of life are much harder than work. He's highly skilled in combat, and has a lot of confidence in his abilities to accomplish missions.

・However, when you tried to speak to him, all he could do was stutter.

・You allowed him to get the words out, but he was an absolute mess afterwards and went to go train.

・But this didn't deter you in the slightest. Hell, you had been trying to muster the courage to speak to him for weeks...

・It took a while for Konig to open up about his past, especially his adolescence.

・He's told you the jist of it, but there's details that you don't push him on.

・One of your favourite pastimes together is going to bakeries and eating the most delicious pastries.

・When you're feeling down, or there's something to celebrate, there's no cake but pastries instead

・Doesn't mind animals, but understands that when he's away you will get a bit lonely. So you surprised him by getting a pair of kittens!

・You showed him over video chat, one white kitten and one black.

"I haven't chosen names for them yet, but I thought maybe you could have some input?"

"Schatz! The kittens are cute but you have scratch marks all over your arms!"

"They're very playful!" And then you leant closer to the camera and whispered, "I leave scratches on your back ..." And with an innocent look on your face, you watched as Konig shivered.

・Likes to put you on his lap when he's cleaning weapons, or getting the marks out of his mask or shoes. Okay honestly, he just wants you on his lap all the time. Whatever excuse he can come up with - he'll goddamn use it

・Absolutely loves Kate Bush and Stevie Nicks. He thinks they have such a beautiful sound that you can find him with headphones on, swaying in the bedroom, silently in his feels

・All your pet names are in Austrian/German:

"Schatz", meaning 'treasure'.

"Maus," meaning 'mouse.'

"Liebling" meaning 'darling.'

"Hase" meaning 'bunny'.

"Liebe" meaning 'love.'

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Konig)

The Gomez & Morticia Adams

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (You) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie (Konig)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Hidden Identity & Forced Proximity

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

The Chain by Stevie Nicks

Dance of the Druids by Bear McCreary (he loves movie scores as well. It's one of his fascinations).

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Konig is a bit awkward at first with the sexual interactions you guys have. He does have anxiety, but also, the build up of sexual tension had been going on for months.

・All he had during that time was his hands and the memories of how you looked, the way your eyes met his then flicked downward - almost like you had x-ray vision.

・There was no denying the heat.

・So when you first hooked up it was a fumbling mess of grunting, clothes ripping and fast hands trying to touch and grab at any bare piece of flesh.

・You did have a shocking revelation that first time however. Because this man's cock is not only thick, veiny but nearly 9 inches when he's hard.

・That first time wasn't a true first time as the look on your face told Konig everything - you weren't ready for that part of him ... just yet.

・Loves when you ride his thigh; they're absolutely huge. Just muscled and bulky and the first time you saw them (without the uniform) you audibly gasped.

・His body is absolutely divine

・Like it had been sculpted by the gods. Large biceps, long legs, small waist, large shoulders. His hands wrap your neck perfectly.

・You feel so safe with him.

・And you have to remind him that, because sometimes he worries he could hurt you without meaning to.

"I'm a grown up, Konig. I can handle myself."

"So when are you going to let me fuck you?"

"mmm... I think I still have to get used to that. Maybe we can do fingers first..." (his fingers are ... fucking huge).

[samsno1]

i joke all the time about calling sam baby boy or innocent little guy but just so we are clear im joking

sam is fucking 6'4, covered head to toe in scars, went to hell and back (like, three times??), weighs like 200 pounds of pure muscle, has weird ass tattoo on his chest, fights like a professional, carries around about 3 diferent weapons on him

the only thing "little" on him is his title of "little brother" (if you know what i mean *wink wink*) and everytime i see people geniuely treating him as a clueless little baby who has to rely on his big brother to breathe it pisses me off so much because its just not like that

dean relies on sam much more than sam relies on dean (hence why he had a tantrum when he learned that sam could live without him) which is not necessarily a bad thing but you guys dont know how to read characters and it makes me mad

[cuddles-with-dragons]

a shitload of incorrect quotes

Tech: *clicks pen* Crosshair: *clicks pen in response* Wrecker: Stop that. Tech: Stop what? Wrecker: You’re talking about me in Morse code! Tech: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out! *later* Crosshair, to Omega: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

Hunter: What’s something you guys are better than Crosshair at? Wrecker: Mario Kart. Omega: Yeah, all video games except first-person shooters and The Last Of Us. Tech: Emotional vulnerability.

Tech: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Hunter: Maybe a bit tipsy? Echo: Drunk. Wrecker: Wasted. Crosshair: Dead.

Echo, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Tech, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Crosshair, pulling out a Pokémon card: Absol, I choose you! Hunter, trembling: What are we playing?!

Wrecker: What is love? Hunter: An emotional minefield. Tech: A neurochemical reaction. Omega: Baby don't hurt me.

Crosshair: What starts with F and ends with Uck? Echo: No it doesn't. Tech: Firetruck! Omega: FUCK!

Omega: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies. Hunter: You’re too young to have enemies. Omega: You don’t even know.

Crosshair: If I die, you can have what little I own. Hunter: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? Crosshair: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Hunter: Hunter: *Sigh* Let me call your therapist again.

Nexu: I’m not a doctor, I’m a medic. Wrecker: What’s the difference then? Nexu: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Crosshair: Note to self; never get shot.

Crosshair: Hand me the people opener. Hunter: ... Hunter: Pardon? Crosshair, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me! Hunter, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER? Crosshair: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle? Hunter: Knife. It's called a knife.

Omega, hugging Crosshair: Do you feel any better? Crosshair: I feel much better now that you're here with me. *Hunter walks in* Crosshair: I feel half better.

Hunter: Would you rather kill Tech, or— Echo: Yes, kill them. Hunter: I didn’t say the other thing— Echo: I don’t need to hear it. Tech: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

Benji, to cadet Crosshair: Oh my stars you are so cute and small! Crosshair: *proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away* Hunter, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call Crosshair cute or small.

Hunter: Omega is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind. Crosshair: Murder? Omega: Murder.

Hunter: How high are you? Crosshair: 6'4". Tech: No, he's asking what drugs are you on. Crosshair: Oh, antidepressants, why?

Crosshair: Hey, do you know the password to Hunter’s computer? Omega: Fuck you, Crosshair. Crosshair: Hey!! Omega: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouCrosshair". Crosshair: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

Omega: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Echo: Wasn’t Crosshair with you? Crosshair: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Tech: I will find us a ride. Tech: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone. Omega: Oh, please. We're not children. *Tech leaves* Omega, casually: ...Eat shit and die. Crosshair, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

Omega: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Crosshair: I'm a knife. Wrecker, from across the room: He's the little spoon.

Crosshair: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Echo: I like how this is a "fun" fact. Hunter: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

Wild Horses

Part 4

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Doctor!Reader, other characters x reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

A/N: I hope y’all like this chapter and I apologize if it took long! Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated, I love hearing y’alls thoughts. Don't be afraid to stop by and say hi and if there are any ideas you guys would like to have in this story, just let me know! And as always, I hope you lovelies have a beautiful day! 💜💜💜 Also I apologize if some of the tags don't go through, I make sure to add each and every one of you lovelies but the tagging system here sucks ass.

Story Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.

Chapter Summary: 🎶Don't be suspicious.🎶

Warnings and notes: language, violence, blood and gore, fluff, angst, slow-burn, mentions of sexual themes

(Quick Disclaimer: I am not a doctor nor have any professional knowledge or experience involving surgical procedures. I am just a student studying in the medical field who has just started taking courses that are more degree-related. So I apologize if some of the stuff may be inaccurate.)

🍂Simon Riley. Simon MOTHERFUCKING Riley. The only man to exist that has managed to accomplish aggravating you in every possible way imaginable. For a woman known to have a great deal of patience, he sure as hell didn’t even need to lift a finger to break that record. Might as well put him in the Guinness Book of World Records for ‘The Most Stubborn Asshole Man Alive’ because you’re pretty sure if you looked up the words stubborn and asshole in a dictionary, his face would pop up.

🍂All you did was help stitch him up from a gunshot wound that could’ve gone way south if not done correctly. And when you tell him to come to you if he has any injures or illnesses because you want to help him, what does he do? What does this asshole of a man do? Insults you! Right to your face! I mean sure it wasn’t a direct insult nor were any of his words particularly insulting, but it was still rude and it offended you.

🍂“Meh don’ bother. I’m a big tough dummy and I eat rocks and tea for breakfast. I don’ need your help.” You mock with a shake of your head and a widened stance, mimicking both the voice and stature of the masked English soldier. The little ‘altercation’ had left you nearly fuming, pushing you to go outside to get some of that chilly night air in order to cool off. “I bet you use Gorilla Glue on all your wounds and call it a day.” You scoff, returning to your original posture. You better pray Ghost isn't lurking around somewhere unless you want your ass beat.

🍂Your dad had always taught you kindness and patience, being the down-to-earth soul he was, but boy was this man absolutely testing the everlasting shit out of you. You almost had to mutter out a small apology in your father’s honor for the obscene and colorful language that fell from your lips. But the more you thought about the absolute 6'4 idiot of a man, the more you became frustrated over it. All that body mass and not a single ounce of a brain. How he has managed to come this far without dying of an infection, you have no clue.

“Hope you like that fucking sour apple Dum-Dum you lollipop thief. You’re lucky I don’t dye your stupid mask pink.” You don't know what came in you in that heated moment but next thing you know you were practically planning your funeral and writing a will of your inheritance for your cat back home. Because if there's one thing you shouldn't do, it's kicking a random metal can just lying around on the street. Let's just say you were fucked because the sound that came out of you was equivalent to the screeching of a dying narwhal. The way the throbbing in your big toe had you clutching the wall and wheezing like a fish reeled right out of the water begging the creator for mercy was enough to produce some sweat out of you. And just your luck, as if the night couldn’t get any worse, Price had heard the noise and went to investigate it. Shouldn't this man have better things to do?

The face you pulled would have risen some concern from your colleagues back at the hospital in the states, a widened smile and pain-filled eyes, and you can’t help but to thank the poorly lit lamp streets for obstructing it. You swear you feel like your head is about to explode from the way you tried to keep it all together. But as Price asked if you were alright, looking over your stiffened and awkward stance, one hand out on the wall and your injured foot crossed over the other, all you could do was nod frantically and let out a wheezed ‘Yup. Finer than frog hair split four ways’. You pray that he doesn’t think you’re constipated or something from the strain in your voice. Coward. I would have faked a fall and had him carry me over the threshold.

Price of course doesn’t get American lingo and has no clue what the fuck you just said but takes it as a yes. Just you wait till he goes back in and tells the others what he heard. The man practically opens up the computer and searches up the phrase that you uttered just to find the meaning, all while the others crowd around. And after scrolling through a bunch of different articles involving different American slang, they collectively decide to learn a bunch of them in order to communicate with you. I lied. Because literally from this day forth, they randomly spit out different words and phrases just to tease your American accent. Actually Soap is the only one who does that………….just Soap.

Anyways……..

When Price finally closes the door behind him, you’re back to gritting your teeth and cursing at the pain in your toe and blaming it for your misfortunes, waiting a couple minutes so as to not run into the captain or the others before hurrying limping back into the building and into your room.

What did I tell ya. Should have just asked for Price to carry you back.

After inspecting your toe as what felt to be broken, you were glad to find out that it was just a grade 1 sprain. As painful as it was, for a successful recovery all it needed was some ice, taping, drugs, and a lot of rest. Rest......right. Like you were gonna get any of that.

Should've just reported it to Price.

Guess you can add one more injury to your list of things that are in the process of healing. The men come back from the mission bloodied and bruised with gunshot wounds, and you…….well you sprain your toe from trying to kick a can of beans or whatever the hell that stupid metal cylinder was filled with.

As if you weren't stressed enough before. Now you had to worry about hiding this tiny injury from the rest of the team to prevent them worrying about you. Also because you don’t want them to start asking questions about how it happened in the first place and find out that a can of beans was the culprit behind it. Hm, sounds a lot like someone else.

When you finally laid in bed that night, drugged out on melatonin and pain killers and wearing an oversized tee and a pair of shorts, you couldn’t stop drumming your fingers against your stomach, your injured foot propped up on a pillow with your big toe wrapped and taped up looking like you borrowed Fred Flintstone’s foot. Now just how were you going to hide that? It’s not like you can just grab a pair of those circus clown shoes or an orthopedic boot or some crutches and hope no one notices. And while you stared up at the ceiling, the drumming of your fingers coming to a stop as you contemplated on the idea while waiting to crash out from the melatonin you took, there is only one thing left that came to mind. So, in one swift motion, you grab the spare pillow closest to you and scream into it. A really long, really shrill scream that would have put the banshees to shame. Yup. You can now say you had officially reached your breaking point.

And what happens when you’re stressed? You have strange dreams, like really strange dreams. I’m talking weird vivid outlandish shit that feel too real kind of dreams. Because when you wake up the next morning, sweat beaded at your forehead, you can only think about the very explicit dream you had last night. The one involving you and the team and a series of very……………how can I say this, rated porn shit. It all felt real, too fucking real, because when you move your legs over to hang off the side of the bed, there’s a tenderness there and well………….everything else that comes with it.

“Yo what the actual fucking shit.” You groan, resting your elbows onto your thighs as you shove your face into your hands and rub at your forehead and cheeks.

How the hell were you going to face the team after waking up from something like that? You could almost paint a picture of the entire sequence as if it just happened, and boy was the image going to be burned into the back of your mind like the searing of a branding iron.

You were embarrassed just thinking about it. Every time you closed your eyes, you were reminded of the way their hands and lips roamed every inch of your body, the way their skin almost burned against yours, the stubble of their facial hair grazing against the sensitive skin that lined your inner thighs and the wetness of their tongues, the sounds of their low grunts and moans that escaped from deep within their chests that mingled with your soft ones as their heated breaths fanned your neck, the sharp smell of metal that paired with the rhythmic swaying of their dog tags as they dangled above you with each movement, and the pulling sensation in the pit of your stomach after reaching your high with each of them.

And then there was Ghost, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, the way he looked you over with disgust while you were on your back when each of them hovered over you. And when he finally stood in front of you, when there seemed to be no one else, glaring down at you from under that mask of his, and uttering one single phrase, 'you harlot of a tart', you woke up. Typical ole Ghost. An asshole in reality and an asshole in dreams.

You needed air, a shower, and a change of clothes, desperately. Price had given you the day off when you finished patching the men up last night. And that is exactly what you were going to do. But first you needed to clean yourself up, preferably with holy water if there was any, and then........well...you needed to get out of this building and get some fresh air because what in the 60s psychedelic orgy was that.

Lazily getting up from your bed, you quickly tie your tangled hair up in a simple bun and slide on a pair of slippers over your fuzzy socks, throwing on your plush Grogu and Mandalorian patterned robe over your sleeping clothes and pulling the hood of your robe over your head to provide extra warmth. Today was a much needed day off after the shit storm that was yesterday. As part of your regular morning routine on the days you didn't work, you grab your other mug that you finally found after rummaging through your things; the one shaped like the head of Kermit the Frog and decide to make yourself a cup of coffee to wake yourself up first and foremost.

Making sure to balance your weight on your uninjured foot, you wobble over to the kitchen, your empty mug in hand and your bottle of pain pills in the other that rattled slightly every time you dragged your feet across the floor. Your eyes tear up as you let out a long and dragged out yawn, squinting in the process which prevents you from seeing just what you were walking into as you place your mug on the countertop with a high-pithed clink.

If you thought today was going to have some mercy on your poor soul........................well you're wrong. Because while you have your back turned to the dining table behind you as you try to start up the coffee machine, you had forgotten that the thing was still broken in the first place, and also the fact that you live with five, now six, other men, and their eyes were now all on you. Girl if you don't turn your ass around-

"Mornin-"

"Sweet baby Jesus!" You nearly jump a foot into the air, spinning around in a frenzy with a wild look to see that the whole crew had been at the dining table the entire time and that you weren’t the only one scared out of their wits.

Did you just say ‘sweet baby Jesus?’ They haven’t heard that one before.

You stare wide-eyed in fright at the men seated at the table, your hair a mess and your heart so close to bursting out of your ribcage you swear you'd have to chase after it as you clutch the counter behind you.

There is an obvious awkward silence in the air as everyone stares at the inharmonious mess that is you and your startled state, curiously eyeing the large Grogu ears that were attached to the sides of the hood of your Star Wars plush robe and your bare calves that peeked out from underneath the hem down to your fuzzy socks that had cats all over it. You're practically following their eyes as they look over to your bottle of pills and your Kermit mug on the counter beside you before looking back at you. Oh to be able to read what went through their heads.

Despite your clashing wardrobe that made him question your taste in attire, there was one thing Ghost had focused on more, one that was obvious to those who knew it, a dainty tattoo of the unmistakable silhouette of a rose along the side of your calf. Was that the same rose off of Depeche Mode's 'Violator' album cover? It sure was, because right in the center of the stem where the rose was cut off, were the words 'violator' in cursive. Be still his heart. Is this man planning a proposal and your entire wedding? He was almost curious to find out what other bands or artists you listened to. Maybe he'll sneak a peek at your playlist-

"Howdy! You eh...........ya look worn slap out......I reckon." Soap smiles, trying to mimic the southern American accent but failing miserably, which only earns a round of groans of agitation at the table as the team roll their eyes. All but König of course, he's just as clueless as you are. He wasn't there when the team were searching up American slang.

You-what? The hell is this man on about?

"Jesus-" Price rolls his eyes at Soap's antics as he goes to take a sip of his coffee.

"......................" You're still mute. Your eyes dart between each of them, your thoughts only replaying the pornographic images of your dream as this sudden irrational fear begins to develop that they might be able to get a glimpse of your thoughts. Make a run for it-

"................Ye awright there wee lass? Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally." Soap's smile drops.

You're lookin a bit what?

"Mate, shut up." Gaz whispers to Soap after noticing your disconcerted expression. It was making him nervous, no doubt, and the fact that you weren't saying anything only made it worse.

The whole team were practically waiting for you to say something, but all you could do was stare. Girl either you say something or just take your clothes off and let them have you right then and there on the dining table, bandaged toe and everything if your dream distracts you that much-

"Guten morgen schatz (good morning love)." König sent a wave in your direction to try to ease the tension only to drop his hand back down after seeing that you did not respond. Poor dude is worried you’ve fallen ill and is practically sitting on the edge of his seat, analyzing every detail of your body language and ready to leap to your rescue in case you show any signs of falling unconscious.

Even Ghost couldn't stop the annoyed sigh/huff that escaped, shaking his head at the uncomfortable and nuisance of a situation as he took a sip of his tea, the motion catching your attention. That is when you first noticed that he had the lower half of his mask lifted up to his nose. Was this the first you had seen of part of his face? You found yourself tracing over the outline of his jaw and the cool-toned, medium blonde stubble the color of pale sand after a storm that lined the skin there, following along the curves of his lips and noticing the small scar that traveled down until his words from your dream echoed in your head, the same lips that said to you 'you harlot of a tart'. And as you lifted your gaze to his eyes, you found them narrowing at you. Shit.

"There's uh.......there's a cuppa coffee for you in the fridge there." Price nods towards the fridge near you, hoping that would snap you out of whatever trance you are in. I mean if you don't want it, I'll take it.

"....................." You had this overwhelming urge to puke and the last thing you wanted was to unload your stomach's contents of microwaved pasta right in front of everyone.

"Eh....estas bien amor? (you alright love?)" Alejandro's words pull you out of your thoughts. Oh what I would give to have this man ask me if I'm alright-

Bitch just say something-

“Блядь (fuck).”

Wha-what? That’s not what I meant-

The men quickly give each other a glance from the side of their eye. Did you just blurt something in Russian?

".................sorry what?” You squint with a scrunch of your nose, pulling the collar of your robe over your braless chest as a faint heat rose to your cheeks, utterly terrified to look them in the eye lest you'd get flashbacks. Should've just made a run for it when you first saw them-

More silence, nonexistent chirping of crickets that makes you want to crawl into a hole and decompose. Then there is the sound of someone slurping. Who-NOW WHO'S SLURPING?

"Sorry." Gaz utters a quick apology, dragging his tongue over his lips as he places his cup of tea down on the table.

"The coffee machine is broken love." Price adds.

"I know that." You state with a blink, startling the men on how quickly you suddenly respond as if nothing happened as you shove your bottle of pills in the pocket of your robe before unplugging the machine from the wall and tucking it under your arm.

The team can't help but watch as you leave the area with your mug in hand and the coffee machine in the other, each of them as confused as the next. What in the-

"What the bloody hell was that?" Price blurts out.

"Don' know. Anyone know what's the matta' with her?" Gaz watches you go with concern in his brow.

"Ah dinnae ken." Soap shrugs as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Ah think some nugget-lavvy-heid meid her up tae high doh."

"Mate," Gaz rubs his face. "English-"

"Ah said." Soap translates. "Ah think some eejit has riled her up."

The way Ghost nearly snaps his head to glare at the Scot. Why does he have a feeling he was talking about him in particular? There's absolutely no fucking way-Wait. The lollie. The fucking sour apple lollie. Was that some kind of an insult?

"Well that's a load of rubbish." Price comments. "If ye ask me, she's just knackered from mending yer sorry arses up."

The way Soap, Alejandro, König, and Ghost glare at him.

"Yeh but......why'd she take the coffee maker?"

"She's prolly gonna give it a fix." Gaz answers Soap's questions with a shrug.

Soap sits back in his seat with a pause, pondering on what Gaz had just said before turning to him with a confused look. ".................but ah thowght she's a doctor."

"Fuckin' hell Soap."

By the time that you return to your room, slamming the door behind you, you're already cussing yourself out for acting the way you did back there. Now they definitely were going to think that something was wrong with you. And if they did, what would you say? That you had a dream y'all were playing multiplayer adult twister? No. HELL NO. You'd almost prefer them to think you were a spy and take you out-and I don't mean take you out as in dinner, I mean take you out as in a firing squad take you out. All the waterboarding and the fingernail-pulling in the world could not pry that info out of you. If only that dream did not affect you as much, if only.

Hm. You know what, maybe Ghost IS to blame in all of this. You only get wacky dreams when you're stressed. After all, he was the one who got under your skin, not Soap, not Gaz, nor Price, definitely not Konig, and not even Alejandro.

There was only one other person who ever managed to get on your nerves the first time you got to know them, only one person who never failed to make you roll your eyes every time they opened their mouth: your ex. But even then, at least the two of you got along no matter the snarky comments you made towards each other. And as annoying as he was at times, he always found a way to bring a smile onto your face no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Ghost on the other hand, well…….he’s something else alright. This man literally has you wanting to rip your own hair out and hike to the Himalayas to seek some kind of therapy yourself.

"God I'm such an idiot." You growl between clenched teeth, tossing the coffee machine into the trash before limping around your room with your hands on your hips. You definitely needed to get out of the building or else you just might go mad. And with the men there who just witnessed you at your most vulnerable and natural self, the last thing you wanted was to be within their vicinity. Changing out of your sleeping pajamas, you threw on an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweats, grabbing one of your beanies and tucking your hair into it before throwing on a pair of sneakers. You’re already cracked out on pain meds so you might as well run a few errands while you're out, as well as grab a new coffee machine because god knows that's the only thing that keeps you sane these days. You’re so caught up in the process of rushing to get the hell out of there that you fail to notice the masked soldier standing right beside your door a foot away.

“Holy fucking-!” You jump in your skin, hand clutching your chest once you notice Ghost leaning against the wall in the same exact stance like in your dream. Jesus fucking Christ. “Ghost! I uh did not see you there. You nearly had me rushing to the hospital for heart failure haha.” You laugh nervously through your teeth, trying to maintain your polite manners as to not anger the contracted killer. What the hell is he doing here and what does he want? Sending the man a polite smile in hopes that he would just go about his business, you pull your keys out of your pocket, the jingling of the metal making up for the extreme silence that filled the dusty air between the two of you.

“………………………”

Jesus fucking christ. He's just standing there isn't he-

"Uh. Can I help you?” You ask, turning to the man who only stared in your direction, as still as an unused puppet. Only he seems to ALWAYS have something up his ass. At least a puppet talks.

Damn that fuckin politeness of yours, Ghost thought to himself. “......................You're bein’ dodgy." He did not like the way you were acting back there. It was as if you were hiding something. And being the person he was, he found it suspicious.

Oh if he were to see the reason behind it. You're pretty sure it would make his mask blush.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You press your lips together, fixating on your keys in your hands as you try to lock your door.

"Your behavior. You're up to something."

Ah yes. Good ole Ghost. Trusting no one but himself, the little shit-

"Says the one standing right outside my room." You mutter to yourself, cursing under your breath at the way you fumbled your keys and were unable to lock your door due to how he glared at you as if you had put salt instead of sugar in the queen's tea. You bet your bottom you probably looked like a shmuck struggling with something as simple as locking the fucking door. If this dumbo doesn't scram-

"Come again?"

This man was really starting to get on one of your last nerves. “What? Didn't anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk outside a lady’s door? You can get your ass tased for some shit like that.” You snark before letting out a quick breath of air at finally getting your key in the lock. One step closer to getting the hell out.

There it is, the real you. Ghost almost can't help the way a slight amusement builds within him at watching you get riled up like this, the faintest hairline of a smirk begging to pull at the corner of his mouth. But despite his little fragment of entertainment from the show of emotion he had managed to string out from you, he had to remind himself the real reason he was here. “The hell are you up to?”

“Nunya.”

“Nunya?” Ghost narrows his eyes, not sure what you were getting at and at the same time not liking where this was going. He swears if this is one of your little tricks-

“Nunya damn beeswax that’s what.”

“What-“ Ghost straightens himself off the wall, hands lowered to his sides. Okay now you were just annoying.

“How was the sour apple lollipop?” You remark, not being able to hold back the snide comment that slipped from your lips. You prayed he would get the meaning behind your little 'token of gratitude' from last night.

You should not have said that-

Bitch I’d become a track star in the fraction of a second-

“You-“ Ghost takes a step towards you but stops from the way you whip your head towards him.

“I know you did it, you little burglar. What, you think I wouldn’t notice that some fish-and-chips-eating crackpot was ransacking my lollipop stash?”

Da foq did you just call him? Ghost is stupefied as he stands there blinking at you, hands ever so slightly tensing. How the bloody hell did you find out? Did you know about the apples as well? Please don't know about the apples- And as he tries to open his mouth to say something, you don't even give him a chance.

“You know, for someone that is known to be stealthy and whatnot, you sure do leave a mess of your Sephora eyeshadow everywhere.”

Oh now you’ve definitely popped a nerve.

“What? You gonna stab me?” You quirk a brow at watching him tense up. “Please, be my guest. Just make sure it’s quick and that I’m officially dead so my student debt disappears.”

Bitch don’t give him a reason tf-

Jesus you talk a bloody lot when you’re nervous, Ghost looks at you confused as he cocks his head back. Well he sure didn’t expect that answer. Doesn't change the fact that he's pissed though.

“You know, you should be glad I didn’t write your Skeletor ass up for not only neglecting medical treatment but also stealing my damn treats.”

“Ye’ve got some nerve ye little tosser-“ Ghost grabs you by your upper arm and yanks you to him as he glares down at you.

Your poor toe-

“Ow! Someone outta teach you some manners.” You sputter, surprised from his sudden and forceful movement. And yet, you can’t help but find yourself flustered at being manhandled no matter how much you tried to preserve your vexation towards him. Ohhh, were you attracted to this? Wait, am I attracted to this???? Nah-

“Yer a real pain in the arse you know that.” Ghost can’t help but to roll his eyes, knowing damn well he did not handle you that roughly to begin with, despite your reaction.

But you and I know it’s just your toe-

“Yeah no shit. I’ve been told.” You roll your eyes in a dramatic manner. “But if you wanna be real, you’re like a bad hemorrhoid if we’re being honest.”

Did you just-

“Whot the bloody hell did yuh just call me?” Ghost snarls as he yanks you even closer to him, your chest bumping into his. Did you just call him a fucking hemorrhoid?

The jerky movement elicits a small gasp from your lips, pried right out of your lungs before you glare back at him with as much as you can muster; your jaw clenched, brows drawn together, and your eyes shooting straight up into his even more menacing ones. You try not to think about those nonexistent slander of words he uttered to you. Dream or not, that shit hurt. And as you think back to the dream you had, you were swiftly brought back to the circumstance right in front of you, immediately aware of the lack of distance between the two of you and the way your chest was pressed up against his.

A heat starts to form in the pit of your stomach, slowly making its way from your core and unfurling out to every inch of your skin, like being brushed over with a velvety feather under the warmth of the sun. His grip on your arm is almost revering if it weren't for its threatening nature as you stare up at him, and you swear you could feel the subtlest shift in his fingers through the thick fabric of your hoodie from the way his thumb ever so slightly grazes across. Your sharp gaze softens, admiring the way the sun's rays from the nearby window lit up his lashes like wisps of gold, like the feathers of an oriole bird soaring over the deep brown valleys that resemble his eyes.

He smelled like last night’s whiskey, a hint of the cigarette he smoked this morning, and his cologne that smells of sandalwood and pine trees. It’s almost refreshing. And in this moment, you don’t even care that you literally look like a teenage boy with your hair tucked into your beanie, wearing a pair of converse and your vans baggie hoodie and sweats. There was only one thing on your mind, one thing only.

“Let go of me.” The only words you managed to breathe out.

“Or what?"

“…………..I’ll scream.”

*cue Princess Leia's theme*

Kiss him. *insert Emperor Palpatine voice* Do it-

You found yourself burning for this innate desire, this need for him to push you against the wall and have his way with you, to have him lift the bottom of his mask and feel his lips on yours, traveling down to the angle of your jaw and your neck and just about everywhere there was you, all of you. Simon had noticed this sudden shift in your demeanor, the way your biceps loosened under his fingers through the course fabric of his gloves, the way your lashes fluttered against the ridges and deep ravines of your irises as you stared up at him with a far-off look that yet seemed so close. Were you-no, can't be.

The way you looked under him appeared to lure him in, not to mention your scent, that same perfume that seemed to have dug its claws into him since the moment he first met you. His eyes now lowered to your parted lips as he found himself focusing on their shape and the short shallow breaths that drifted through, wondering about how they'd feel, their softness, their taste. And as his head lowered just the smallest inch towards you, he noticed once more the small circular scar on the side of your neck. Only this time, he was finally able to make out what it was, and it reminded him too much of his own past. How that scar came about to form on your skin, he had no clue. But it was none of his concern, he had to tell himself. Clenching his jaw, Ghost drew himself back, once again returning to that cold and forbidding presence that was there before.

Actually it’s a good thing you didn’t try to score a smooch. You’d probably just get WWE body-slammed-

“Can I go now?” You clear your throat. “I’ve got chickens to tend to and errands to run.”

"What errands?"

"Why? You gonna help me pick out some zucchinis?" You cock your head back. "Now if you could release that lego grip of yours I'd appreciate it."

Ghost lets out a hmph, the only thing he can do despite his frustration as he loosens his grip just as you tear your arm away from him.

“Thank you." You give him a condescending smile before reaching into your tote bag to grab something while Ghost watches you intently, hoping it’s not another lollie. Lies. Y'all know he wants one-

“Here are your blood results by the way since you refused to stop by my office to go over them.” You slap the papers onto his chest, which earns you another glare from him. “So don’t come whining to me when you don’t understand a thing it says on there.” You snark one last time before heading off to the front entrance.

"Oh and another thing." You turn back around. "I'd cut down on the smoking and drinking if I were you."

All Ghost could do was watch you walk off with the slightest stomp in your step before breathing out a “Fuckin h-“

“Goddamn son a bitch.” You grit your teeth, stuffing your hands in the pocket of your hoodie once you step out of the building. You swear that man goes out of his way to annoy the everlasting shit out of you. “Fucking shitbag cumguzzler ass-OH MY GOD!”

You stop suddenly at the sound of a small animal, your eyes wide and mouth hung open as you look towards the ground to see a tiny tabby kitten trotting in your direction from the bushes, it's tail fluffed straight up in the air as it was excited to see you.

“Hi there little guy.” You coo at the small ginger ball of fur making its way towards you before bending down and reaching a hand out. "What're you doing here all by yourself huh?"

The kitten stares at your outstretched hand, giving it a sniff before finally rubbing its head against your palm with its eyes shut. You almost had to bite your tongue from the squeal that just ripped out of your throat. I lied. You did squeal.

“Ahhh omg." Your smiled, your heart swelling at seeing the kitten warm up to you as it came up even closer and lifted its tiny paws to rest up on your bent knees. It was as if you had completely forgotten the mayhem that was today, as if it was just you and this tiny kitten and no one else.

"Oh you’re coming home with me.” You carefully pick up the kitten with both your hands before cradling it against your chest, stroking your tired fingers through its soft and yet dusty fur.

“Mew.” The kitten let out another meow, the small rumbling in his chest vibrating against yours as his pupils widened, nearly blackening out his pale yellow irises as he stared up at you.

“You know what." You gasp. "I shall call you Spot." (Kudos if you know where the name is from.)

“Mew”

“You don't have any siblings hiding out in the bushes ready to jump me and steal my credit cards do ya?"

“Mew.”

“Shit.” You mutter out, your smile dropping as a realization comes to you. How the hell were you going to hide the kitten?

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I was looking at the Magic: The Gathering: The Visual Guide by Jay Annelli for fanfiction purposes and... Why are so many planeswalkers so fucking tall???

Ajani being 6'3" makes sense because that's a lion man. If anything, he should be taller. But Tezzeret is 5'10"? How?

Basri is 6 feet tall (and Samut is 5'8" so I dunno maybe Bolas just likes Amonkhet people being taller).

Bolas himself is, hilariously, listed at "approximately 35 feet tall" (and so is Ugin). Karn is 7 feet tall which is...fine? He's a big bulky construct guy. Teferi is listed at approximately 6', which is weird, because very few heights so far give us "approximately" right there in the profile. Liliana's 5'10" and that feels right to me.

Then you get to the Kenriths and Will is 5'10" while Rowan's 5'9".

Daretti is listed as being "6 ft in cogchair", which makes sense because those are his legs now, man.

Lukka gets neither his own page nor a canonical height, but based on the pattern so far, he'd probably be listed at 6 feet tall.

Sorin is 6'2" and that's a crime because somehow Arlinn is only 5'7". She should be so much taller than him.

Huatli is 5'2". Let that settle in and realize that the dinosaur warrior-poet is the same height as me.

Chandra is 5'6". This is the only one so far besides Liliana that feels correct. But Saheeli being 5'4"???

Tyvar is 5'8", which is on the shorter end of the men so far, which is utterly fascinating to me.

But then we get to the part that got me started on this tangent. What do you MEAN Kaito is 6 feet tall while the Wanderer/Emperor is only 5'3"??? Absolutely not. Oh, and for those interested, Tamiyo is listed at 5'10", though it's unclear if this is before or after being compleated.

Elspeth is 5'9" and that's passable. That's an understandable number.

Koth is 6 feet tall and that feels fine because this man is notoriously beefy. But it doesn't feel real that he's somehow shorter than Sorin Markov.

Kaya is listed at 5'7", Ral is 5'10", Vraska is 5'10", and Jace is 5'10". Of those, only Jace really felt shorter to me, but I understand that Jace is the ruler that every other character's height has been measured against.

Sarkhan is 5'11" and Narset is 5'8". Again, reasonable and understandable numbers. Sarkhan is a guy who walks around without his shirt and Narset is a martial artist who can kick nearly anyone's ass. These are understandable heights.

Gideon is 6'4" and, like with Ajani, this number feels correct but also not quite tall enough? Calix and Niko, like so many others, are also listed at 5'10".

Kiora is 5'7", Nahiri is 5'9", and Nissa is somehow only 5'2".

We get mentions of yet no height information about Mu Yanling, Jiang Yanggu, and Mowu (who I am counting; bite me) under the short profile half-page on the Plane of Mountains and Seas (before it was renamed to Shenmeng), and then we get into the miscellaneous planeswalker profiles.

Angrath is 7 feet tall (again, this feels correct), Ashiok is 6'10" (HOW), Davriel is 5'10" (he gives real short king energy for someone who is that tall), Garruk is 7'7" with the note that it "varies by around 1 foot depending on his mood", Kasmina is 5'10", Ob Nixilis is 6'6", Oko is 5'5" with the note that it's "variable" (probably because of the shapeshifting), Vivien is 5'10", Aminatou is 4 feet tall, Estrid is 5'6", Grist is variable because it depends on the size of the swarm, and Wrenn is variable because it depends on tree height.

Anyway, yeah, that's all of the official heights as of the Visual Guide. So many fucking giants. It's crazy to me, man.

[moonsplit]

Can you do any blooming Panic Li(Toaster if you would 👀) with an S/O who is short? I mean like, REALLY short 😅

✰ "You're Closest" ✰

pairingミ☆ Toasty x Short!Reader word count ミ☆ 485 tagsミ☆ height differences, x reader (as much of my stuff is), short (<500 words)

notes ミ☆ fun fact: I'm actually in love with everyone form Bloomic and would adore more reqs for this and my other silly little dating sim fandoms <33

They knew beforehand you were short, of course

They had kinda expected it, not being used to anyone taller than them

That comes with the territory of being 6'4

But truth be told they thought you were exaggerating when you mentioned barely broke 5 foot, and that you weren't even sure if you did

You were not exaggerating

He almost laughed, almost

You literally came up to his shoulder, he almost missed you you were so short!

But aside from the occasional teasing comments on it, I imagine he probably wouldn't mention it much

He was used to everyone being shorter than him, so by how much wasn't a big deal

However

That height difference got abused by the both of you

You had something high-up you needed to grab? Oh toastyyy~

They drop something? "Well you're closest to the ground"

You need to kiss them? Well it's not your fault they're so tall, you practically have to pull them down by their shirt!

He was trying to hide a present from you? That shit's going on the highest shelf in the house

On the note of you pulling them down to kiss, or to just be face-to-face

You could be married to the guy and they would still get flustered over it

Especially if it's just to pepper kisses all around their face, or just hold their face close to yours while you talk

It's like their heart stops, it's horrible (please never stop)

If you like being carried he'll do his damndest

Like he said, he likes pampering his partners

If that means giving you little piggy back rides around the house or carrying you bridal-style to the bed, well

Neither one of you is complaining, are you?

He's never needed a ladder or stop-stool a day in his life but when he notices you struggling to reach things, he gets you one

For those times he can't just grab things for you for one reason or another, and besides, he doesn't want you to be dependent on him

One time he was kneeling to do something and

It was so weird seeing you from this angle and not breaking his back to do it

You two were almost eye level

Almost

He was still taller

That bastard

When you're doing his hair

(Which is often, mind you, they love it when you do their hair)

They actually don't mind having to sit on the ground in front of the couch for you to do it

The pros outweigh the cons

Ultimately I don't think the height gap is very prominent in how you treat each other though

You tease him for being tall, he'll return the sentiment, and then you'll go about your day like normal, utilizing each others' heights for each others' benefits

And besides, you're not the one bending down, and he's super easy to fluster

So really, you win

[lovehypegirl]

・:〃➜ on god? platonic!childe x f!reader modern!au

You and childe settled into your bed late after school post project

He sat on the wall side of your bed and you sat by your nightstand with the fan pointing toward you hair to dry it quicker so you could do your heatless curls

In between you legs and childe's sat your computer where Legally Blonde played

A candy bowl sat on your lap since childe had his big back activities trying to eat all the candy in one go - so naturally you had to confiscate it

"I still don't get why you find Emmett attractive" the ginger commented as he tried to make a sneaky reach for the candy bowl

You slapped his hand away "I don't wanna hear your opinion bitch. You look like one of them motherfuckers from the lucky charms box"

"LUCKY CHARMS-" Childe whipped his head to you dramatically "I'll have you know that there are LOTS of people in this world who find gingers attractive"

"Yeah who?" you asked as the scene switched to Emmett driving Elle in his car "The voices in your head?"

"Says the girl who listened to boyfriend ASMR for three years straight" Childe bit back as you fed him a gummy worm "Ew bitch I hate this flavor"

"Just swallow the damn thing" you said as he twisted his face up in disgust "Oh Jesus Christ it can't be that bad"

"It issss" he whined

"Cry baby" you playfully nudged his head and his slammed it onto your shoulder

"Ow bitch! What was that for?" you yanked his hair

He let out an annoying little giggle as he took the opportunity to steal another piece of candy

"Man you're all over the place today" you guided his head onto your shoulder again as the movie continued to play

"What actors do you like?" he randomly asked after a while

"Miles Teller and Gregory Peck"

He paused and sat back up "Okay I get Miles Teller but GREGORY PECK??!! Girl bye"

"Whaaatttt? He's so beautiful though" you narrowed your eyes at him

"He's dead" Childe deadpanned

"Man you just don't get it now do you" you closed the computer when the movie ended and got out of bed

Childe followed you as you grabbed your silk curling rod and silk scrunchies

"Can you get my bonnet from my dresser?" you asked Childe

"Sure" he grabbed the pink silk bonnet and followed you into the kitchen

"Alexa play Chill House Music Mix"

"Playing Chill House Music Mix" the AI responded

Plisplaat by Bonkers began to play and Childe pulled up the curtains to let the sunset in as you pulled your hair into the heatless curlers and shoved your bonnet onto your hair

"Y'know...I've known you since what....kindergarten? And how could I never know you were into dead guys"

You tossed a box of strawberries and a bag of grapes onto the counter "I'm not into dead guy, but I think he's attractive" you shrugged as Childe got the sugar down from the top shelf of the pantry

"Okay but like...he's dead"

"Man, how many times are you gonna say that?" you washed the fruit and cut of the strawberry tops

Childe began to stab the fruit onto the skewers "Well I mean he is attractive...I guess...wait-" he slowly turned to you

"What?" you added the water and sugar together and put it over a medium flame

"Is that why you were acting up in freshman year of high school when we watched To Kill A Mockingbird? 'Cause you were tweaking whenever we watched it"

"Yo I wasn't tweaking" you shot back, kicking his leg as the water-sugar mix came to a boil

You and Childe took turns dipping the fruits into the sugar mix and placing them in cold water

"Please bitch you were. Oh and remember that time we went to Texas?"

"Why'd we go there anyways?" you replied as you got started on another skewer

"Girl i dunno but you met this guy at a rodeo what was his name...."

"Dallas somethin'-with-an-H"

"Dallas Hayes! Anyways, you were drooling over this guy like serious work"

"Who wouldn't drool over a guy who's 6'4", blonde, sun-tanned, built as FUCK, and a gentleman?" you raised your eyebrows

"He had his shirt off like all the time"

"Bitch please. No he didn't"

"Whatever, you went home going on and on about how hot cowboys were"

"Yo i'm tellin' you somethin' about them is just to UGH"

"Yeah no"

"See that's your issue you're so damn negative" you replied as you placed the finished tanghulu on a plate and made a new batch

"And don't even get me started on your whole Nightwing obsession"

"Man I ain't having this argument with you"

"It ain't an argument, bighead"

"Yeah it's verbal beration"

"Lookit you usin' your big girl vocabular-"

SMACK

"Watch it ginger"

© 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 | modification and translation of my works on any platforms are strictly prohibited

[callofdudes]

I have a cute prompt for you if you are okay with it!

Ghost, Soap, and König reacting to their Petite Reader Partner who gets mistaken for a child/teen often(even though they are an adult), get bullied and told they shouldn’t be with their boyfriend. In the end they all comfort their partner and make sure they are loved after they handle the situation.

Oh boy haha 😅 could be interesting. We'll see what comes out of it. Onward!!

Ghost.

You and Ghost were headed out to the movies. While Ghost preferred to just get the movie on stream when it was released, you had begged him to go see it in theatres. So finally Simon had relented and decided to take you out to the theater.

He rolled his eyes when the two of you walked into the dimly lit theatre and approached one of the terminals. Ghost found the movie quickly and pulled out his wallet to pay when a warning popped up on the screen. Something about how gory and violent it was and age restrictions yada yada-

Ghost pressed the X and continued to pay. Once the two of you had your tickets you walked over to get some treats. Being on the smaller side Ghost labelled things on the slightly higher display shelves and ended up getting you the snacks you wanted. He wasn't a big popcorn guy considering he wore his mask everywhere and didn't like to get it everywhere.

The woman at the counter smiled at you kindly as Ghost handed you the stuff and you walked off.

"excited?" You nodded and took the tickets from his hands. He would get you drinks while you got your seats.

You walked up to the ticket counter and handed you tickets to the man standing there. He looked down at you and then to the movie listed on your ticket. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Sorry kiddo. We can't let you in unsupervised. Where are you're parents?"

Oh.

Of course.

You frowned. "I'm an adult than you. I'm here to grab seats for me and my partner."You attempted to walk past him but he grabbed your shoulder and gently pushed you back. "Right. Once your parent comes I can let you through but I can't let you into there without supervision."

You growled. You turned around as Ghost walked over and could see the confusion on his face. The man at the counter watched the 6'4 masked man approach you. With his eyes covered in black smudges he didn't look at all normal.

"something wrong?" Ghost asked.

"I can't let the kid in without supervision."

Ghost raised an eyebrow and looked down at you. "This is my fiance. We're here to see a movie if you couldn't tell by your job." He was a little annoyed. You were numb to it at this point.

The man at the counter frowned. He looked back up at Ghost and then you. You looked worriedly up at Ghost as if he was going to knock the guy out. It was a little mistake people made. It didn't mean anything.

Finally the man gave back the tickets and allowed you into the movie. Ghost sighed heavily. "Babe, it's ok. I'm used to it."

"It pisses me off. Sure they're doing their job but, ugh." You took his arm and the two of you walked up to your seats.

You didn't get twenty minutes into the film before two security guards were coming up the stairs towards the two of you. "Ghost..?" You whispered. People looked over at you as the security guard bent down and smiled at you. "Can you two come with us please?" Ghost and you complied. The security guards were rough with Ghost as they escorted you down the stairs. You felt embarrassed as people around the theatre whispered to each other.

Once you were outside one of the guards took you aside and bent down in front of you. "Are you alright, hon?" You nodded and looked over at Ghost who was being aggressively pat down. At least you'd convinced him to leave his knives at home.

And then it hit you. You growled. "What are you doing? What have we done wrong!?" The officer tried to calm you down and continue on with questions. "Do you know this man. Do you know, know him?"

You spluttered and your mouth fell open. "Of course I know him! He's my fiance!" You pulled away and showed him the band on your finger. "If you think he's trying to kidnap me you're mistaken!"

One of the officers pulled out Simon's military ID and nodded. You scrambled with your own ID and showed the man. The officers seemed to see their mistake and quickly let the two of you go.

They still found it in them to give Simon a 'talking to' about dating younger looking people. You were enraged. "I can't date him because I look young!?"

"We just don't want people taking this sort of thing the wrong way-"

Before Simon could bite back you grabbed his arm and started to pull him toward the door. "Nevermind! I didn't want to be here anyway." Simon followed after you into the dark parking lot. He was contemplating saying anything until he could hear your tears of frustration.

"Y/N. Y/N." You started to maneuver your pockets in search of your keys when Simon stopped you. You looked up at him and he took your cheeks in his hands. "We're alright."

You scoffed. "Alright!? You just got pat down in the middle of a movie theatre! That was so embarrassing!"

Simon took your hand and pulled you to his chest. "It's alright. We're ok." You were angry. And you were upset. This wasn't the first time you'd been questioned. Looking like a child hanging around Simon who was considering odd looking to social standards. It was horrible being made fun of and having Simon called a sick man for thinking he could date you.

He rubbed your back and held you tight. "It'll be ok." He reassured. He took the keys from your hands and unlocked the car. "I'll drive. We can go get ice cream or something. And we can watch a movie at home?" You shook your head. You slumped over to the door of the car and waited for him to unlock it. "No Si, it's ok. I don't feel like it anymore."

Simon frowned. Absolutely not. Not on his watch. Not his precious.

He huffed and pulled you up into his arms. You gasped as you were hauled like a grape into his strong arms and carried to the trunk. "S-Simon?" After opening it he placed you on the bed of the trunk and crawled in with you. He kissed your throat under the balaclava. Once he closed it he turned on his phone and laid down. You smiled and cuddled into his chest. He pulled off his balaclava and kissed your temple. "No one can tell me to stop loving you." You leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you Simon."

And the two of you sat in the parking lot watching YouTube for the rest of the night.

Soap.

You and Johnny were on leave and during your time on holidays you and him decided you wanted to do go-kart racing. Johnny had been excited about it all morning. He wouldn't stop talking about it as the two of you got ready for the day. He constantly made sure he had enough money and that you would be covered. You had to laugh at him for being so excited. Because of course he was.

After you'd eaten breakfast that morning you'd met up with a few other military friends who had come to stay and hangout as well. You all got coffee and started down the road to the place.

Some of the boys talked in the back while Johnny drove down the almost empty road. His large hand placed on your thigh, practically ensnaring you. The radio was softly playing and he looked over at you and smiled. You smiled back.

When you arrived it was fairly busy. You didn't expect it with how little traffic there was but it was a vacation week. The boys all stood around with Johnny at the head, hand in yours. The establishment was huge and you could see the outdoor track stretching across the dirty land and the cars people were racing in. Nerves tightened and twisted in your gut as you moved toward the front.

Johnny smiled at the woman and pulled out his card to pay. "All five of us." She smiled and nodded at the men. And then her eyes dropped onto you. You barely were taller than the glass shield on the counter and were no taller than Johnny's shoulder.

She frowned. "Children under fifteen can't ride sir. Your kid will have to stay." Johnny paused. His eyes went wide as he spun back what she'd said. "No, it's ok." The woman frowned. "Sir. It's our safety rule. No children under fifteen even with parental supervision. You cannot be in the same car and we cannot confirm the child will be safe."

Your cheeks flushed red from being called a child. Your sudden enthusiasm was gone, replaced by shame and sadness. Of course if had to be here. Of all things.

Johnny saw your expression and was at a loss. "They're over eighteen." He clarified. She hummed. "Any identification?" Your jaw dropped. You searched your pockets. Surely you'd have your passport or your driver's licence. No. Johnny was driving. You'd left it at the hotel. You looked up at him and he knew.

"You can't take our word for it?" He asked, hopeful. She shook her head. "Unfortunately without identification we can't let-"

"I'm not a child!" You yelled, startling everyone. Even Johnny. "He's my boyfriend! I live on my own I'm in the-" you paused and your smile brightened. You dug in your coat pocket and pulled out your military ID. "There!"

The woman gave Johnny a weird look this time but look the ID and clicked her tongue. She looked between the two of you and raised an eyebrow. "Dating eh? Some sick fetish or sum?"

Stunned silence.

John didn't move.

The rest of your group didn't move.

You didn't move.

Without a word Johnny grabbed your ID back and cursed in thick Scottish. He motioned to the group that if they wanted a round they could but he wouldn't be going. You hid your face and rushed after him out of the building.

Johnny growled and kicked a nearby rock. He was seething. He balled his fists and cursed everything he could think of. He paused and bit his tongue long enough to see the utter disappointment on your face. He sat down on the curb and sighed. "I'm sorry love."

You shook your head and sat down next to him. "It's ok." He knew it wasn't ok. He hugged your shoulder and pulled you against his chest. "Do you want to go back in or-"

"No. It's ok Johnny."

He started down at his feet for a moment. Thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry. I shuid hae defended ye instead o' storming oot lik' a madman."

"it's alright Johnny. We don't have to do racing. While it would have been fun. There are other things we can do. I only need you to have fun." He smiled. "You're not mad?"

"Oh I'm mad. Downright pissed. But it's not the end of the world."

His smile grew brighter and he pulled you into his arms. "I love you. And I won't let them tell me I can't! Because you're perfect just the way you are." You smiled and kissed him. He hauled you up into his arms and brought you back to the car. "What do they know anyway? She just doesn't know how awesome you are. My small, precious, favorite person with the biggest personality I've ever seen." You giggled when he placed you into the backseat. He crawled in with you and grinned mischievously. "While they're busy~"

"John MacTavish!"

König.

Oh the joys of training at another site. You unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out from the truck. You were stationed to help train a new group of recruits down at a secondary base. Unfortunately you'd been away with some unexpected business and would be meeting up with your partner and husband König.

You smiled at the driver and met up with one of the lieutenant. You met with him early and he seemed eager to see you again. "Captain!" You salute him and walk through the open gates of the main base. Inside were parked several vacant trucks and military personnel busied themselves everywhere around you. You were pleased. It seemed so much slower compared to the long, boring, and strenuous hops around the country you'd been doing. But you'd be happy to see König again after two weeks.

When you walked in you were greeted by a lieutenant and his sergeant. You'd met the lieutenant but the sergeant seemed to look you over with what looked like disapproval.

"Captain." The lieutenant greeted. You shook his hand and smiled. "Nice to see you Lieutenant. Where can I find König?"

The man lit up happily. "Right this way." You followed him into a building that panned out into what looked like an operating station and a small indoor training stead. The two of you walked quickly down the hall, passing busy drill sergeants and mumbling rookies.

"König is in with your group giving them a briefing. The men you'll be working with are class A recruits. Clean records and skill. Some of them have an attitude however."

You chuckled. "Don't they all?"

As you approached the training room doors flew open and a recruit walked passed. He slammed into your shoulder and told you to 'get lost' or something of the sort. He was too out of breath for it to be comprehensive. You shrugged it off and walked into the room. If was much bigger than you thought and you were almost impressed at it's size.

At least fifteen men stood near a training ring at ready. You smiled when the first thing you saw was König going over routine things. He looked over when the doors opened, followed by the rest of the men.

You nodded and waved up at König. His posture immediately straightened just a bit more. You nodded back at the lieutenant and made your way over to the recruits. They all looked at you as of you were gum on someone's shoe. You kept at the back and allowed König to finish what he was saying.

One of the recruits looked over and tapped your shoulder. You looked up and hummed. "Need something?" You raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?" He looked down at you and them up again. "I think you have the wrong room kid. Sign up sheets are in the office." He smirked and one of his friends chuckled and hit his arm to get his attention back on König. You frowned.

Oh.

You were still wearing your jacket. They couldn't see the rank on your uniform. Common mistake.

"You are dismissed for lunch." König said.

All the men sighed and pushed passed you and into the hallway. You again brushed it off and rushed over to König when he jumped down. He took your waist on his large hands and hoisted you up like nothing. "Oh, da ist ein Gesicht, das ich so sehr vermisse!" Oh there's a face I miss so much!

You pulled up his mask and settled your gaze on his face. The scars across his vitamin deprived skin. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and settled against his chest. "I missed you too." You hugged his neck and kicked your legs out with a giddy smile. He placed you down on the ground and readjusted his face covering. "Come, meet them. Their an annoying bunch." You scoffed. "Oh?"

The two of you walked toward the mess hall, just in time for lunch. Your stomach growled. You were hungry after the long trip.

You entered the hall and were faced with the familiar surroundings of loudly talking rookies and starving stomachs. König handed you a plate and let you have your fill of what you wanted. Once you'd stacked your plate you followed König to the designated 'leaders table'. Two other men sat there already talking when you joined.

You sat next to König and was about to tell him about your trip when one of the men piped up. "Hey, kid. Newbies sit over there."

You raised an eyebrow but the man went back to eating. So you went back to eating. It didn't take long before the same man grumbled. "Did you hear me private? Other table."

You opened your mouth to speak but König beat you. "As a captain, they are well within their rights to sit here."

The man chuckled. You noticed his uniform and he was also another captain. "Captain eh? Is this a joke?" You almost felt shameful for a moment. You unzipped your coat and shrugged it over your shoulders lazily. "No. It's not." He was quiet for a minute and you were thankfully allowed to continue to eat in peace.

But that same prick spoke up again. "Married eh? A little odd to marry someone so young looking." It didn't take you long this time to realize he was talking about you. You looked down at your wedding ring and frowned. "Pardon?"

She shrugged. "Just seems a bit weird someone would marry, forgive me, a near child lookalike."

Your furrowed your brows deeper. "Excuse me?" König shifted. " And what is the problem with being married, Captain?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Just seems like something gross is all."

You were absolutely hurt. Suddenly you didn't feel hungry at all. You looked down at the table and averted your gaze from them. "I'll see you in the bunks, love." You muttered to König before getting up and leaving.

"Y/N!" König growled. He glared at the man with daggers. "Do not talk to them like that again. That was beyond disrespectful." König stood and rushed out of the tent after you.

You were embarrassed when you made it back to the Captain's bunks. König came in seconds after you and saw you sitting on one of the free beds.

"Love-"

"Am I gross?" You asked.

König felt his heart clench. "Goodness no!" He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your torso. "No love. I love you with all my heart."

You looked up at him but your lips were fixed turned down. König caressed your cheek and lifted up his hood. You looked deep into his eyes and saw all the love he poured out through them. A tear rolled down your cheek and you hugged him. "I love you König."

König peppered your throat with kisses and took your smaller hands in his. He looked down at the engraved ring on your finger and smiled.

" I love you too. I'll always love you. Don't let them ever tell you otherwise. Just because they think it's weird doesn't mean you aren't perfect in your own way. I'll love you no matter your height or you figure." He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "And he's been a jerk all week so he's just dumb." König muttered. You laughed and curled into his arms. "Thank you."

I don't know if this is what you meant but I tried. 😅 I had a bit of trouble with König. I kept rewriting a scenario and wasn't happy with a lot of the turnouts so I stuck with this. But I hope you enjoy!

[leggerefiore]

Can I request the villains' sizes? Maxie, Colress, Archie and whoever else you want to include

Presuming you mean height and not like. Something Else. If you did mean that, though, just send your ask in again lol

Character Heights and Body Type HCs

characters: Volo, Maxie, Archie, Colress, Lysandre, Guzma, Giovanni, Cyrus

⭐️ First of all, Volo has a canon height. The blond stands at a staggering 6'3" (190cm). It is clear he towers over most in Hisui, so perhaps the Arceus clan from which he descended is just full of tall people. (Seeing as Cynthia herself seems pretty tall as his descendant.) He likely enjoys the height for intimidation and whatever else it might bring. Though, interestingly, it puts him at the exact height of an average Garchomp. He seems like the type to enjoy a shorter partner, honestly, but it wouldn't be hard for him to find one. Body type wise… He's likely got some muscle on him. It is just something that happens to you by living in Hisui, alas. (And by hauling around that giant backpack of his.)

🌋 Maxie is… a bit on the slightly shorter side. It irritates him. He's likely around 5'7" (170cm) or 5'8" (173cm), and he hates it. His Crobat is taller than him. The only respite is that he is closer to the earth… He can actually usually forget his height. Tabitha is unusually tall, and Courtney is shorter than him. It's Archie that reminds him he's short. Not even by that much, but just enough to annoy him. Partner wise, he would prefer someone around his height, but he isn't too inclined one way or the other. He might just get a little more flustered if they are taller than him. As for his body type, he's a bit too thin at times, but typically finds himself back to normal after being forced to take a break from whatever his work is.

💧 Archie stands at 5'9" (175cm) or 5'10" (178cm). He doesn't think much about what height entails, though. Sure, he likes teasing Maxie about his height occasionally, but that's all in good fun. Their height difference isn't that extreme, after all. He definitely likes a partner that's a bit shorter than him, but he also isn't swayed away from someone his height or taller. His body type is muscular. All his swimming pays off because this guy is fit, and he knows it. One of the most smug feelings he's ever known is lifting up his partner with ease.

🛸 Colress is tall. He knows he is tall. Does it really matter to him? No. He is likely pulling a Volo and standing at 6'3" (190cm). The only way he might find use for his height is in making machines or finding out a height of pokemon for some reason. He also has no preferences for height on a partner. Though, he discovers this through him blind testing himself. Science man will always enjoy science, even in his boredom. Colress is pretty lanky. Though, he takes okay care of himself unless he's thrown himself into a big project.

☕️ Lysandre is tall as well. This man is towering over most people in Kalos. He stands around 6'4" (193cm), maybe skewing towards 6'5" (195cm). He knows he is tall and absolutely uses it to his advantage if he ever needs to. There is some pride in it, too, since he feels it makes him more regal and closer to his royal heritage. He definitely enjoys a shorter partner, but he would be hard-pressed to find someone taller than him anyway. (Well, apparently, Ghetsis is.) The Flare Boss is a bit buff, and it's not that much of a secret when looking at him. Not overly so, but there is clear muscle development on him.

💀 Guzma is like 5'7" (170cm). He might not be the tallest guy out there (and there may be some annoyance about that), but he believes his ability to intimidate comes from just more than towering over people. Though, he does hate having his height mocked by anyone outside of Team Skull. He doesn't really care too much to think about height for dating. He can see the appeal in a lot of things, so he's down as long as they are genuine with him. His body type is pretty muscular since he admittedly cares a little bit about how he looks. Plus, he doesn't want to fall that behind Kukui.

🚀 Giovanni is a short king. 5'5" (165cm) to 5'6" (167cm) at the tallest. Does he think about his height? Sure, he wears tailored suits, after all. Does he care? No. Why? Because height isn't the only way to intimidate someone, and he knows that very well. Comments about his height mostly go ignored unless they are belittling him. That is the one thing he won't stand for. He prefers a partner his height or shorter, and he's aware that's a bit hypocritical. Yet, he wouldn't look past a taller partner. The real way to attract him is power, after all. He's surprisingly buff for his age. Being able to defend himself is crucial in his line of work, and pokemon battles aren't the only fights one might themselves in. He spends a decent amount of time maintaining his physique.

🌌 Cyrus stands at 5'11" (180cm). He rarely thinks too much about it. Sure, he's quite a bit taller than the average Sinnohan height, but when the champion of the region stands a head taller than him, he doesn't really think he's that much of an oddity. No one really remarks on his height since his harsh glare already frightens off most people. For a partner? Well, he doesn't think about romance, so he likely just ends up with whoever seems the most likely to put up with him and work with him. (Though, there actually might be a bit of frustration with a taller partner. Something something, inferiority issues, something something.) He is surprisingly buff. No one knows how he does it. In his uniform and by the definition of his face, he almost seems malnourished, but the second he's down to his undershirt, his true form is revealed. He does work out, just a bit. Maintaining a healthy body is a requirement for perfection, he thinks.

Based off these images with some own hcs tossed in:

[onmyyan]

Hi I just wanted to make a request to ask if you could make a Drabble to ask if you could make a gabe x reader as you when you talked about caspians family you mentioned how gabe is compared to his brother caspian or possibly someone else I would like to know more about him in general and about what would he do with a clay maker s/o who secretly knows about the family business and is an insomniac and also likes to sleep a lot but tries to do the most that they can and won’t fall for the manipulation tactics he uses and just says “ you know if you wanted me to stay home you could’ve just said so?🤨

sorry if your burnt out also have as much fun as you can as a 22 year old !!! You don’t have an obligation to answer this but thank you.

A/N: Ello bby i am soooo happy you asked about Gabe omfg im kicking my feet rn!!! I tried to check all the boxes of the request i apologize if i missed any, Also I'm not burnt out thank you for your sweet words i wanna give u a forehead kith anyway!!!! Heres Gabe! NOT EDITED

T/W: YANDERE, MURDER, GABE IS FUCKIN CRAZY LMAO,CURSING

Gabrielllll Mi Amor omg where do I even begin?!

Standing at a proud 6'4 this mf is big. He's the strongest of his brothers physically, and has always used it to his advantage.

Early on in his life he was being compared to Caspian. They looked so alike it wasn't hard to see why people brought it up the way they did but it still bugged him.

Subconsciously he began to act anyway his brother wasn't. Be it avoiding the kitchen like the plague or gluing himself to the workshop downstairs.

Has a voice like warm butter and can sing stupidly well.

Sings/hums little tunes whenever he's working.

Love languages are acts of service and gift giving, he just wants to take care of you.

Terrified of spiders, he will call you crying to come get it.

Loves tinkering with things, surprisingly delicate hands for such a rough guy.

He laughs with his whole body, the kinda loud boisterous one that made other people start.

Snorts when he finds something especially funny.

He has a hard time reading social cues so he's constantly making dumb jokes, especially when he's not supposed to but he's so funny it's hard to stay mad at him.

Charm up the wazoo, the kinda guy where no matter where he goes, someone's coming up to say hello to him.

He's really good at pattern recognition and it makes him come off a bit psychic at times

Like how he'd clock someone's bad mood the second he seen them, notices details most people wouldn't.

Himbo.

The kinda guy where if you accidentally burn yourself he'll do it too just so you could be in equal amounts of pain, is it dumb as hell? Yeah. Is it also the sweetest thing ever? Absolutely.

Wants the kind of love Mortica and Gomez have, unfiltered raw passion.

Morbid sense of humor.

He's always warm no matter the temperature, comes in mad handy during the colder months and means he wears the smallest amount of clothing when it's hot out which is just a win for everyone.

Scorpio male I repeat Scorpio male. Do with that what you will.

Believes in love at first sight, he's such a big softie.

Had his tongue pierced in his friend's dingy kitchen when he was 18, a secret to this day his mom doesn't know about it.

His canines are a little longer than most and he absolutely had a vampire phase.

Likes to bite. A lot. It's a love language.

He confides in Caspian for everything, expect his envy of him. For that he talks to Ricky.

He can knock someone out with his right hook and has many times before.

He grew up working for his dad's approval and that meant getting his hands dirty.

At first his was a bit weary of using his strength to hurt people but that all changed when his Father put things in perspective for him.

"Everything we do- it's to keep food on our table, to keep us safe- your mother safe." And it all clicked.

Violence for the sake of violence wasn't okay. But violence for the sake of love? That shit was poetic.

He's essentially the family's guard dog. If anyone fucked with them? You told Gabe and suddenly the problem was gone.

He loves the color red, specifically the shade of red that came outta' the first guy his Father sent him after.

He was just supposed to rough him up a little but had too much fun caving in the dude's face.

Thinks killing in the name of love is the most caring thing you can do for someone.

Lil bit of a masochist streak. Likes when he gets to fight someone who can actually keep up with him cuz that little jolt he gets down his spine when he gets hit is addicting.

Animals love him, like you got a cat that hates everyone? Loves him.

Likes preening himself, takes about an hour in the shower everyday, since he dyes his hair so often he takes extra special care of it.

He has a beauty routine and he never skips it, definitely sets up self care spa days with the two of you once you're together.

Really good at videogames, like don't let him goad you into any sort of bet around gaming bec you will lose.

He's the second oldest but carries a lot of the weight of the older brother title since Cas wants nothing to do with the family business

Loves taking things apart to see how they work then putting them back together. He's done this to his PC a lot.

Really such a sweetheart but he has a dark side that feels a lot like a caged animal.

He's not afraid to show you this side because he's proud of it, it's kept him and his kin safe time and time again, why wouldn't he want you to know he'd do anything for you?

Does not like large public spaces, he needs to have a clear way in and out of any area.

Has mad anxiety, takes meds for it.

Works out every day, his favorite way to do so is jogging, he loves being able to just turn off his brain and go.

He meets you on one of those jogs!! Runs right past your art studio but stops when he sees you about to drop this heavy ass box you're attempting to move in a truck.

"Woah- I got you don't worry." He said in an attempt not to scare you as he was some random man running at you from across the street.

You'd peak your head out with the sweetest smile he's ever seen. The honest gratefulness in your eyes warmed him to his core.

"Oh thank you!- I appreciate it." Sure the words were simple but paired with that sheepish little laugh brought heat to his cheeks, he had the sudden to urge to fix his hair, make sure he looked presentable because holy shit were you gorgeous.

You're in a dust covered pair of overalls, your hair is windswept, and you still knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Whatcha' got in there?-god sorry if it's personal you don't need to, I'm sorry." He was very obviously flustered but he was so cute it only added to the charm.

"It's some clay my friend asked for- I had some extra from this project I'm working on- anyway thank you so much.." She trailed off waiting for his name. "Gabriel, you can call me Gabe." His voice was deep and warm like molasses on a hot cookie.

He asks for your number then and there and your fate is sealed.

He runs home faster than he's ever run before, like straight to his apartment, straight to the laptop, doesn't even close the front door kinda rushing.

You only gave him your first name but since he knew you most likely worked at the pottery studio he met you outside of he could find what he needed easily.

He wasn't the most technology savvy man out there but he managed to find a few of your socials and made a quick call to a friend, he has a lot of connections and it was nothing to get the info he needed.

He's a straight shooter and texts you asking for a coffee date that night.

You accept, and despite not usually entertaining men you'd only met that day, he had this captivating energy that had you accepting before you could talk yourself out of it.

The date would be dummy cute, he shows up with flowers and what was supposed to be a quick cup of coffee turns into an all day adventure where you just talked and talked about everything and nothing.

He has you laughing the entire date, blushing from the sheer intensity of his gaze. He was blunt in the way where he said whatever was on his mind.

"I'm sorry- Ima be real I didn't catch a word you just said- the sun hit your face and I had to take a second. Holy shit- you're stunning." His genuine disbelief along with the way he shyly inched his hand to interlock your fingers had your heart skipping a few beats.

He's so into love and the idea of being entirely wrapped up in it.

Before you know it it's getting dark and if he's not walking you to your door he's politely demanding you let him know when you're safe and sound.

The kinda person who makes sure your seatbelt is on or if you're walking on the sidewalk he'll always take the street side just in case.

Would jump out of his coat if you gave the slightest inclination you were cold.

He once balled up his hoodie and threw it at you from across the room like a basketball, like he jumped and dunked.

If you wear fake lashes first time you take em off he the type of dude to be terrified thinking you're just yanking out your real one's.

If he has stuff in his hands and you jump at him he will launch the items if it means catching you better.

Definitely the type to randomly come up to you and silently demand affection.

He wants you to go with him to the gym just to see him be hot. N like maybe give him a reward kiss every time he completes a set.

Surprisingly graceful for such a big dude.

He's an all or nothing type, makes that abundantly clear on the phone one night as he'd gotten in the habit of falling asleep to your voice.

"I want you. Entirely. And I've never been good at denying myself." He'd sound so sure, so certain in his words it made your brain go a bit fuzzy.

Possessive in a hot way not an icky controlling way.

Like if someone hits on you in front of him he has to physically distract himself so he doesn't commit a crime in broad daylight.

Instead whenever his jealously is triggered he becomes a koala, latches himself to your back like a demon, his massive form hovering behind you whenever you went.

"My girl can dress however she wants. I can fight."

Does not tolerate any disrespect towards you or your relationship.

Some girl tried to grind on him at the club and he threw his drink at her.

Petty as HELL when mad, he has a shit list and you do not want to be on it.

Protective as hell, if you indulge his little tendencies (putting sunblock on you if it's warm out, always bringing extra snacks incase you get hungry when you're working) he will start talking about marriage lmao

Speaking of he loves to linger around your studio whenever he can, be warned he will distract you by being adorable so working will be hard but it's totally worth it.

Nicknames for you are : Baby girl, Ma', WIFEY,(almost always followed by a kiss) Darlin', Mi Amor.

He's struggled with insomnia before so he knows a thing or two.

Once you start sleeping over more he notices your nocturnal habits and quickly adjusts.

If you ever get up because you just can't sleep and need to get some energy out he always wakes up.

He can't sleep without you so if you're gone longer than a minute sirens go off in his mind and he's wide awake.

If you wanna watch TV until you can finally rest you know he's right there with you, likes to have you resting in his lap so he can wrap himself around you entirely.

If you simply want to exist in silence he can do that to, so long as he's with you he knows peace.

It wouldn't take long for you to realize his family's secret.

Gabe can keep a secret from anyone.

Except you.

Sometimes his Father would call for him at odd hours of the night, and he'd have to shoot out of bed with little explanation.

You'd wake up to the lightest pressure on your forehead as he kissed you goodbye.

"Shit- go back to sleep Baby, somethin' going down at the shop, they need me." He'd say this cradling your still half asleep face, gently thumbing over your cheeks before stealing another kiss.

He'd come back hours later, the sky still dark and he always showered and put his clothes in the washer before he came to lay back down.

After a while these constant exits would have you a little worried, while yes he was the single most loyal man you'd met and the idea of him cheating seemed laughable, especially considering how seriously he took you, you knew he was hiding something.

Eventually our boy slips up and leaves some blood on his shirt, it was splattered on like paint and yeah at first you were a bit terrified at the concept of your boyfriend being violent then you really started to think about it.

The way he talked about people he didn't like, that look in his eye whenever you told him someone had upset you, how he seemed almost eager to fight at any time.

It made sense.

Then there's the way he talks about his family's shop.

"It's kinda' fun working down there- yeah it can get messy but that's my favorite part."

"I mean Jimmy knew what kinda' businessman pops is- no wonder he die- retired. No wonder he uh, retired. 👀"

It's embarrassing how slick he thinks he is.

It all comes to its boiling point when one day you two are out and bump into a smaller, who at the sight of your loving boyfriend, goes pale as a sheet, nearly dropping the bags in his arm.

"H-Hey Gabe! Boy it's been a minute huh? Listen tell your pops I ain't ducking him or nothing I swear!-" The man said practically vibrating in place, sweat pooling down his flustered face. He was petrified.

Gabe cut him off with a look, his eyes glancing between you and the vermin across him.

"It's Gabriel. Only my friends get to call me Gabe. Do you think we're friends Joey?" You'd never heard this tone from your boyfriend before, it was cold and dry, as if was an entirely different person speaking.

His hold on your waist would tighten when the trembling man looked to you.

"Aye don't look at her look at me, I'm the one talking to you right?." He sneered down, he didn't move and still had the stranger flinching. "Your mama never taught you manners or somethin'?"

"My apologies- really Gabriel, I didn't mean nothin' by it." And with that he'd practically run away, checking over his shoulder every few seconds as if he though Gabe would be following.

"Forgive me, Amor. Some people-" he sucked his teeth before shaking off his nasty look. His fingers began dancing against your side.

"He owe your dad some money?" You'd ask figuring the interaction far too intense to be about a late car job or something.

Gabe would respond honestly before thinking, "Yeah, little bastard has been dodging me all week now he wants to come up to us- nevermind that, let's go were gonna miss the movie!" His flustered response would break all tension, but you'd gotten all the confirmation you needed.

All in all this big bad bastard just needs someone to hold his leash and accept his particular brand of love.

[codename-adler]

28: Yanko Florescu (22) USC Trojans Backliner

(USC Trojans lineup of OCs)

Ah, big ginger man makes Mateo brain go brrrr!

*Yanko is supposed to have a little bit grown out buzzcut but I couldn't find a gif that satisfied my mental image so. That but cropped. He shaves it every month on the 28th. Call that sports superstitions.

With Jean, Viggo and Nikita, he is one of the tallest Trojans, standing at 6'4. With Nikita also, and Mari, and others, one of the most unproblematic teammate ever. He is so chill, but in a different way than others. Mari is chill because she does not care enough about anyone's bs outside of Exy; Nikita is chill because of his infinite patience and open mind. Yanko? Nothing fazes him, because he is so inside his own mind, minding his own business, that rarely anything else registers, and if something does show up on his radar, he does not have an overly sensitive personality, so he is able to put his emotions aside and deal with what's at hand. He might be on the AS in that area. You tell me. However, nobody on the team, and I mean nobody, has ever seen him lose his cool, either in anger or sadness. He has the occasional goofy-looking smile, or a small private thing. He's very good at straight-faced comebacks. If he's acting silly, his face rarely shows anything but a mischievous glint.

Yanko can appear scary, because he's very tall, very quiet. minimally expressive, and his goddamn fucking blue eyes are very... there. He might seem broody and gruff, but that's because his brain-to-mouth connection isn't always working, and he really enjoys being in his own bubble, so sometimes if you intrude on that time, it takes him a few seconds before he understands what is happening but his facial expression might take over before he has the chance to adapt. He's just a big mountain man, big to survive and adapt to harsh winters, not to harm! But his opponents would differ.

He does resemble Mari a lot, but they really don't have the same vibe, trust me. They are not on the same wavelength. Mari carefully curates how she experiences life so as not to get bullshit and waste energy on things and people that don't matter. Yanko is just that unbothered because he does not see the point. Physical embodiment of 'it is what it is' you know?

His two best friends are George A. and Viggo. Though those two are a piece of work because they always be in impossible situations Yanko has to get them out of, he likes them for their lightheartedness, and because they make him happy. And they know it. They don't tell him to smile more, or let loose. They love him as he is, love how reliable and steady he is, how helpful and generous he is. Yanko likes to simply be in their presence, no matter how loud they can be, no matter the trouble they attract.

Yanko was born in the US to Romanian parents, he studies Psychology at Dornsife and he goes Pro after college. He is a very, very smart and hard-working student/person.

He is the sunscreen dealer, because that man would have burned 5 years ago if he hadn't ransacked a Costco. He's got tubes and balms and jars everywhere: car, backpack, locker, dorm, duffel, emergency kit, etc.

Now the Mateo part.

Yanko has always been of the same opinion as Kevin Day: it's easier to remain heterosexual. Even lower than that: it's easier to remain single. He's not a high-maintenance guy by any means, but all his relationships' beginnings were always just that, beginnings. He has a deep, deep potential and will to invest himself wholly in another person's wellbeing, but girls usually break it off, gently or not, before it even gets there. He's peculiar, he gets it, but it begins to feel draining to have to start over every time. He doesn't want to hear another 'you're too quiet' or 'you never look like you enjoy my presence'. He doesn't want nor have to explain himself, and so if the date really can't see past that, then he's not going to dedicate energy and time to that. After high school, he completely stops looking for dates. Instead, he works on himself, and knowing himself. Plus, Psychology and Exy? Yeah, no, he'll pass on girls.

That's right, girls. Yanko has never dated men, ever, and never even thought about it. If he doesn't even think about dating, thinking of dating a guy is even less probable. It's just not... something he registers. So this... thing, with Mateo? First time for him too. And yeah, Mateo is a weird af choice for a gay awakening, because he might be pretty, but he's a whole-ass bastard. Eh, what can you do.

Because Yanko is very difficult to piss off, to get a reaction out of, he's kind of perfect to handle Mateo and his demons. The catch, though, is that Yanko also suddenly becomes very good at pushing Mateo's buttons. In a way, it helps Mateo to expulse all the shit that pollutes his brain, so he's calmer afterward. But it also gives Yanko special power over Mateo. And Yanko kind of likes that.

He is not in denial, okay? I swear. He's just so fucking oblivious. He doesn't put the finger on the actual thing until he literally kisses Mateo. And he has the galls to be so fucking smug about it. Like the cat that got the cream, Archimedes who figured out his eureka or whatever it is. Mateo is able to make him feel that way. Proud and powerful in ways he never felt before.

Yank takes it in stride like a fucking champ. It's like 'Welp, I'm dating Mateo now. He is my squishy and I like him so much. No, he sucks to you. Now back to our regular program: Exy. Yippee!' It's really, really not that deep. The romance part is more nerve-wracking than the gender part, if anything. He doesn't want to lose the essence of what he has developed with Mateo.

Of course it's much more complicated on Mateo's end, like I said, but Yanko knows, and feels, that he is not a waste of time and energy. That he actually motivates Yanko. He simply waits him out. He's there whenever Mateo needs, whenever he wants, and doesn't ask for anything in return, because what is the rush? It does make Mateo mad and jealous that Yanko is taking this so well, but it's also a steadying presence, that when the world is collapsing around you to take a new uncertain shape, Yanko is just there, same as he always was, ready to back you up, push you further, steady hand upon your back.

Anddd wrapping up on the cool & unproblematic king now!

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - you celebrating your birthday with them

pov: this is what i think the boys would do to clelebrate your birthday

warnings: none that i can think of :)

type: wholesome

members: all of them in a big hc :)

reblogs and likes are very appreciated!

so.. i heard it was your birthday..?? 😏

well, if it is then happy birthday :)

and if not, then this is what i think the north star boys would do to celebrate and organize your special day!

(rest under the cut!!)

obviously, when the guys decided to organize you a birthday party, they wanted to have a proper plan

like in the movies where each characters has something to do lol

and i think that's what kane would do :)

i know it may sounds boring, but hey hear me out

kane is a perfectionnist

he is the best to do plans and stuff like that :)) so i'm sure he would be like "okay, seb you're doing that!" or like "ryan, you're going to distract y/n while we're organizing everything"

he would only create fun stuff such as activities

like the one where you have to place the tail of the donkey on the donkey (i forgot the name) without seeing anything

basically games to play before the big party happens :))

so i think it'll be perfect for him!!

ofc, like every good party, the place should be decorated!

and who wanted to do this job? ladies and gentleman, our favorite tallest boy.. sebastian moy

we know he's tall

he ate his vegetables when he was younger because this man is literally 6'4 🙄

since he's very tall, it'll be perfect to put stuff on high shelf or like put some posters or flag around the house to say "hey it's y/n's birthday!!" or smth like that

plus he didn't want to clean and organize the house

of course, it'll be boring if nobody was there.. so ofc someone needed to do the invitations!

and i think regie would do it!!

we know how good regie is for creating something with his hands or like do something related to art

like he's so creative

so like old times, he took pieces of papers and made invitations

he knew he could have just asked your friends by texts, but like isn't it more fun and cute to receive invitations by the post and to read "Y/N BIRTHDAY'S PARTY!!"

plus, it was a birthday surprise so..

and we know, regie..

he's the type of the guy to let his phone open, so no no no

he didnt want to take a risk

plus invitation cards are super cute

at least to me 😭

idk it's like nostalgic

of course, it'll be weird if you were going to be at your house while the boys was there to like organize your house, so that's why ryan would take you shopping!

i mean..

this boy had a job: keep you busy at target for like 3 hours so everything could be ready

and let's say it worked out pretty well!

weirdly, when ryan realized you were both done with shopping and there was only 1h left before letting you go back home, he decided to take the time to examine every controllers...

but hey, it was worth it because in the mean time, oliver did all the snacks on the table for the guest :)

he was super excited and although he's not the cook in nsb, this man can cook

he made all your favorites

he wanted your birthday to be something unforgetfull

darren, the cooker of nsb, did the cake

everybody in nsb (or at least know) can know basically a bit of everything, but to me, cooking cake screams darren

plus, we're talking about darren

he's a great cook!

he made your favorite flavored cake ;)

lastly, ofc we needed to have some music for your birthday..

we couldn't just celebrate a birthday with northstarboys without a single piece of music 🥳

so justin did the music playlists

he checked EVERY spotify (or any music app you have) playlist you had and searched in your "most played" song, just so he could put them in your spotify birthday playlist

like isn't he so cute??? :(

to me, justin is the one who have the most 'taste' in music

i mean, every boys in the groups have great music taste, but i think jp would be the one creating the playlist because he listen to basically every thing.

it could be rap, kpop, anime songs, hip-hop song, r&b.. he listen to basically everything, so this man know the goods songs

plus he feels like he would be the type to create music playlists for his closed ones

so that's it for your birthday hc!! hope you liked it <3

have an amazing birthday!

taglist (open! send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

It's interesting that despite his over-the-top aesthetic, Kenji is actually a very realistic character. He sees other men around him getting respect, envies it, and thinks he can just brute force his way into it. The truth is he would be a shit leader, and his people might fear him, but they wouldn't respect him.

I have known a lot of people with this level of self-awareness.

Gah, look at our boys! So cute. (Also this your friendly reminder that Meen is 6'4", which means Ping is also hella tall, but somehow always looks tiny next to his giant of a partner).

Oh Guy. I get where you're coming from, but you do realize if Kenji takes power, he's not going to leave y'all alone, right?

Of course none of this would be happening if Tew had just KILLED KENJI LIKE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO!!

Also, does Paiboon not have a phone? We can't just warn him?

Tew, you dork.

Ha, Boss gets points for consistency. Doesn't matter they're in the middle of checking guns before a big fight, he wants his baby to be taken care of.

Hmm, I wish I could see this as a happy thing with Wahl, but selfish people don't tend to completely change overnight. Ah well, Tew will handle him.

Is there anyone who's tracked kill counts in BLs? Cuz...this is a lot of dead bodies.

Ha, I knew it!!

But uh... does someone want to go double-tap Kenji, just to make sure?

Lol, ok Wahl! Go live your best gay life. I support this.

And one last "how did I get here?" look from Tew.

[radrage]

I've been given express permission (thanks Kate) to rant on tumblr about fallout bc iIstagram is too straight and neurotypical for that. So, here's 5 Danse headcanons that I love dearly. 1. Hairy, hairy man. Big ol' bear man. Danse is covered in hair, especially his actual hair, which, combined with years of grime and oil, is so thick that you can barely get a brush through it. That being said, his beard took years to grow, and he has the worst case of babyface without it. 2. Loves being tall. Listen, Danse is a tall guy in my books. 6'4 MINIMUM. And in my mind, when someone asks him to reach something on a high shelf, or pin up something in a out-of-reach corner, he gets a little ego boost. While he prefers being in his Power Armor, I reckon when he's out of it, he's the tallest not just in his squad, but in the Brotherhood, and I reckon he takes pride in being the resident "can you get that for me?" guy.

3. He's a junkyard KING. Growing up in Rivet City, after making a living off of junk and random crap he's found across the wasteland, you'd expect him to know a little about scrapyards and the likes. With his background in junk and scrap, I also like to think he has a tendency to hoard items. Like, you'll be out on a mission and he'll pick up a hundred little items and refuse to sell them, because "What if they appreciate in value?"

4. He has a tattoo of Cutler's holotag on his shoulder. This ties in with another headcanon I have, where the BoS makes initiates get their holotags tattooed on them in case they lose the physical copy. I reckon Danse has Cutler's on his shoulder (That being where it was on Cutler) and his is on his wrist.

5. TERRIFIED. OF. BABIES. Coming from an autistic person (yes, this means I hc him as autistic) with a fear of children, I reckon Danse shares that fear. From his years of studying social cues and mimicking those around him, which were mostly adults, when he comes into contact with a child, Danse doesn't know how to interact with one. They're unpredictable at best, and at any given moment could do the most out-of-left-field crap imaginable. Since Danse works off of prediction, a child is his worst nightmare.