#robot bead charms

[on-leatheredwings]

request: "how dick would handle learning reader is dating somebody?"

Yandere! Dick Grayson / GN! Reader > romantic > tw/cw: possessive thoughts, suggestive thoughts > word count: 660

Dick is 100% going to sabotage it. 

He had been so excited to spend the night with you – even if it is still entirely platonic. A movie with friendly snuggles was better than no movie and no snuggles, right? 

The snacks are classic theater popcorn, sour candies, chips, soda. The theater is your bedroom. A mountain of pillows and blankets are your recliners for the evening. Premium comfort. 

Following the plot of the movie goes out the window once your head drifts sleepily onto his shoulder halfway through the film. Dick tempts fate by reaching his arm around you. He feels jitters when you don’t protest, seemingly agreeable to the contact. You don’t even move once the movie credits start to play. 

It’s a good night so far. A great night.

Then you speak. 

“Oh!” you snap your head to him. Dick does the same, heart jumping with surprise. Snuggling had put him nearly in a tranquilized state. You sit up out of his grasp, and leave him cold and wanting. “You’re always talking about how I should get the house… Well, I forgot to say earlier, but I’m kind of seeing that cute pizza guy I told you about!” 

Dick just stares at you, a smile frozen on his face.

“Oh! That’s awesome!” he says. To his grief, you begin to tell him all about it. “Uh huh. Mm hmm.” he says to your gushing. It was lucky that you were so enamored with your daydreaming that you couldn’t notice his robotic nodding or the displeased glint of his eyes. Dick knew this day may come – you finding someone before he’s ready to pursue you. There are admittedly some things he enjoys about being your friend rather than your lover. Majority of it is feeling like he’s undercover, playing a cat-and-mouse game you aren’t even aware of. But that doesn’t mean you won’t feel attraction to someone else. So Dick has a plan.

The first order of business is making the target of your affection look as incapable as possible. That’s not hard. He is Dick Grayson. He is five-ten and 177 pounds of capable. Most people pale in comparison. He’ljust be a little suggestion, here and there.

“Oh, he’s not treating you to dinner? Well, fuck those stuffy, traditional roles, amirite?” 

“That’s where you had your first date? … He’s really thrifty.” 

“Wait, he volunteers re-socializing homeless abused puppies only once a week? I figured we all make time for it at least every weekday.”

He just needs to plant the seeds of doubt. Give you what people call, ‘the Ick.’ Once you break it off with that guy, surely, you’ll be feeling the temptation of bouncing to someone new. But who…?

That part’s the easy part. (Actually, it’s all pretty easy for him.) Dick will get you to notice just how great he is. He’s charming. And handsome. And rich. And flexible. He just needs to take you out to swim, or skating, or the gym, or the park – anything that would enable him to slide his hands across you. He can already imagine lengthening your arm, putting it gingerly in the right position. He can imagine the sweat beading on your temple. He can imagine your lip bite as you struggle to ignore his chest against your back as he stretches you out.

Dick relaxes, leaning back. He still offers vague commentary in the conversation, but his mind is racing with many other possibilities. Your body. His body. Together.

“But enough about that!” you say finally. “Let’s put on another movie.” Your brow raises cheekily. “Horror movie? And first one to scream owes the other twenty bucks?” 

“I’ll take that bet,” Dick hums. 

At your clear excitement, he feels his cheeks warm. He admires how the blue light of the TV screen reflects in your gorgeous eyes. Maybe he’ll let you win anyway, if only because he loves the look on your face when you do.

[aroacesetitoff]

Infinight Interns Reference Sheet + Headcanons

Bartholomew Finn

-Vest of Slow Descent-i made it green based off his canon design and then gave it "feathered" hems to allude to its ability

-pre-Draconic Transformation Bart-gave him silver jewelry and the only draconic traits are gold freckles, fangs, and shorter horns

-post-Draconic Transformation Bart-gold jewelry to match with his dad (Simsun), and of course claws and scales and larger horns

-boatswain's call whistle-a reference to the Jebediah + Capt. Marge

-gave him the thigh dagger sheath-cause why not. I think Bart's that character in movies that has a shit ton of knives hidden in the most improbable places

-he's got a 17 string lute, but lets be honest i aint drawing 17 strings. painted a wave design on the body and the soundhole/rosette has a dagger design

-Breath Diagem/lute pick ftw

-scars on his hands (from doing hot boi sailor shit)

-not shown but i think he's got a bunch of tattoos (like "I <3 Mom" for Marge, flowers for Gum Gum, crossed anchors, etc.)

-pupils are slitted like dragons and a very dark shade of blue

Kyborg the Mighty/Kydelius of Everwinter

-Fun Fact: i used to do archery! so some of his gear is based off of stuff I had. But you know cooler

-Canonically his hair pretty loose, and its pretty but my god its gonna get caught up in his bowstring man. braided/tied it back for practicality

-thigh highs. no notes

-gave him an armored version w/ fur because his current design didn't feel like Everwinter-y enough

-its not terribly visible but he has the Belt of Sick Trick so i put a bird on it (vaguely Tony Hawk reference)

-the Longer Bow Krystallina-gave it a snow fall design + red accents

-scars from archery, since this guy shoots barebow

-the left (flesh arm) side is the most armored and unscarred, and the right (metal arm) side is scarred + unprotected (bc u know its metal)

-pupils are really dark shade of red as a reference to the Source Diagem

-metal arm-i took an anatomy class not a robotics one, so the structure is based off human musculature (kinda) and i put the Source Diagem in his shoulder instead of his hand

Gum Gum Galindor

-star boi 🌟

-constellations on the inside of the brim of his hat that Bart sewed for him-(Bart's a sailor, he knows his constellations)

-the flowers (orange @ blue) on his hat represent him & Bart. The orange ones bigger bc u know thats his big bro right there

-the hoodie+pauldron+cross body strap combo is a direct copy of Bart's design bc thats what younger siblings do u know

-made the patches to repair his coat stars bc why not

-Random Axe of Kindness-the cute lil heart does not detract from the fact that its an axe

-timeskip design i went for a gardener vibe bc he works in the Orchidnage now-i think despite having the worst dad of the group, Gum Gum would be a pretty good father figure

-Staff of Flowers-i wanted to reference Dia w/ this one so I tried to have this be the most colorful part

-Bart pierced his ears at one point

-i gave him constellation freckles that showed up post Dia reveal

-he has his manacles yeah but i wanted to design friendship bracelets for the rest of the team

-Mudd's-green thread with pink & white flower beads-the charm is Gumbo

-Bart's-leather cord with blue & gold beads and an anchor charm

-Kyborg's-brown leather cord, green beads, and a red arrow charm

-made his pupils a lighter shade of blue that glows when he uses Wild Magic

-edit: lots of scars, some from fighting, a lit from just tripping and shit. Also a dog bite from that one time

Mudd Bramblecrack

-i love him but it was so hard to come up with a design

-the pink streak keeps moving bc im inconsistent and also bc he has to redye/cut his hair constantly

-the "fur" cloak is the Cloak of the Secluded Garden, and its actually pine leaves & grass

-gave him a very simple tunic w/ a bramble design bc we would try to disguise his noble bg

-i put Mudd in a kilt bc i have free will and also he's Scottish. I dont think he would ever wear one unless for formal occasions tho bc i think they take a while to put on

-Gumbo :) + badger armor -this ones very specifically inspired by Lonna Bowstripe from the Redwall series

-originally had the purple gems on his tunic, made em earrings instead bc thats cooler

-Bramblecrack signet (?) ring-also the Virtues Diagem. Both this and his earring are purple bc its an ace reference (for me). The ring is definitely an ace reference bc i made it a black metal and put it on his right middle finger (ifykyk)

-pink paw pads + talons-less of a firbolg thing, more of a Moon Druid thing

-eyes are a rlly dark shade of green but glow a brighter shade when Wildshaping

-pupils are a rlly dark shade of purple (Diagem ref) and also horizontal like cows

Okay I think that's everything. If not ill just come back and edit it 🤷. working on the OG Infinights next so stay tuned or whatever

[pinyatapix]

i never played Concord nor had interest in it but i felt an insatiable drive to redesign all of its characters before the game shut down ever since i saw how absolutely dripless they were

anyways here’s my scuffed ass sketches of the gang. i was originally going to finish these all before the game’s shutdown but i was so stuck on Teo that it took 6 extra days rip me. also i cant draw guns. these are all first drafts so expect them to change a bit if i feel like drawing em again

more info on these designs below (warning i yap a lot)

Itzi (i am not calling her “It-Z” cuz it reads rly weird and i can imagine someone bri’ish calling her “It-Zed” it’s so dumb): Wanted to make her more of a goofy lil gremlin creature, like some combo between a jerboa chameleon and raptor, to make her more appealing and interesting, imagine being shot to death by this silly little scamp. Everyone loves Ivy Deadlock for her gremlin charm so maybe they’d love Itzi too if she had that as well. Her chest has a hole in it containing the weird ball she throws to teleport and shit, because a Concord critique by TBSkyen said that a character’s powers should appear on their physical design or whatever, also to show that she got mutated in a freaky space storm

Bazz: nothing about her reads as “agile deadly knife-throwing assassin”, especially with that annoying puffy bright red coat, she looks completely stupid running around doing backflips with that thing on! So i made it a more sharper mysterious black coat she wears like a cape to give her that sense of shadowy agility like a phantom thief, which she keeps all her carbon steel knives all neatly stored in. Gave her a slight diamond motif on the coat and the glasses because it felt elegant and sharp. Thought her hairstyle kinda fucked hard so i kept it but made it a bit more pointier and added a little stylish side swoop.

Lennox: i actually love this guy’s voice acting and the slightly manic goofy personality it had but his design did NOT fit the voice, so fuck it im making him even more of a lizard man than they were trying to do. His self-healing ability is him shedding a bit of skin after it took damage, and his “splodey knife” is probably a back scale spine he yoinks out of his back that can explode because it’s a biological property of his species for some reason. I do not know what clothes to give him

Lark: Discarded all semblance of a humanoid silhouette to make them even more of a weird mushroomy alien. I don’t really have much to say but i can easily see them slithering around like an octopus on land but faster. Their gun would look way more like some organic fungal creation

Haymar: not much changes here but i wanted to make her more mystic and “wizardy”. The “fireballs” she uses as her main ammo are now a floating bead necklace rotating around her neck (kinda like that zen robot from overwatch) and her clothes now have more of a slight flame motif, along with more of a mystic vibe. Got rid of those ugly ass mustard sneakers too of course

Daw: gave him more turtle motifs to match his “turtle-esque” gameplay style by giving him a protective hoodie and turning his “healing pad” pack into a bulky turtleshell backpack (he’s also wearing a turtleneck sweater shirt underneath the coat lol). His coat is somewhat translucent like shiny plastic cuz i thought it would look neat, tried to ditch the goofy-ass jumpsuit thing he had by giving him a belt to separate shirt and pants. Not too sure if i made him appear enough as a medic as that’s his main thing, the coat and gloves could probably help but idk, but i adjusted his personality presentation to be more easygoing and warmhearted with the closed-eyes so maybe that could give a healer energy.

Duchess: old ladies who know how to kick ass are rly cool. her whole thing’s making walls and constructs out of this golden gooey energy but nothing in her design tells you about that, so i decided to give her a cape/cloak made of that same golden essence so that it’s more apparent on what she can use it for, it also makes her appear more like royalty which was prolly what they were going for. Kept the haircut cuz that beehive thing was very goofy but it fits the vibe of everything else

Roka: she looked like a blowup sexdoll version of Master Chief which is… very cursed, and it tells nothing about her being able to fly around and stomp on people, so i made her bug themed! She’s like a cross between a wasp and dragonfly, the bulletproof wings are rocket-powered and can fully rotate the other direction to give her a forward boost of momentum to stomp people with her slightly more exaggerated boots, they also neatly fold away when she’s not flying. She’s rockin’ that tokusatsu hero look, it gives her a lot more energy to her personality.

Daveers: hated drawing them and i feel unsatisfied but i do like what ideas i had for them. Gave them more of a “sketchy mad scientist” vibe and personality with a shit-eating grin and all that, also tried to give them a “test tube contraption” thing going on by having their helmet be entirely glass and there being tubes and bottles all over their baggy jumpsuit full of poisons and chemicals. Gave them a spray-can backpack that stores all their toxic sludge tho im not too sure if it fits the rest of them or not… whatever. Tried giving them a chemical burn mark on one half of their face but it’s blending in with the hair rip

Jabali: he’s a healer whose powers come from “his own pulse”, but the weird pacemaker thing on his heart is the only way of knowing that so i made him waaaayyy more heart themed! His cool-ass hat’s got a blood cell design on it, his coat’s got a vein pattern, his shoulder pads look like aortas and arteries, i think his dreadlock ponytail could also match the aorta look. I seriously felt that vibe of the cool badass black guy with the glasses and coat and wide tippable hat needed to be enhanced even more, he had all the ingredients to be one stylish mfer but they weren’t mixed in properly, depressing.

Vale: i was racking my head on what to do with her because the only thing going on with her was “sniper” and “bionic legs”, but i decided to make her a “scrapper” like what they called Emari in that one short by turning that “burlap sack hobo” look she originally had into more of a defining feature as something recycled from a bunch of scrap she collected. Turned her “how do you do fellow kids” backwards hat into a slick bandana that has her sniper goggles attached to it, made her braids/dreadlocks into a cool ponytail befitting of a sniper though i wished i decorated them with more stuff other than the power plugs at some of their tips, like nuts and bolts acting as hair beads. Her bionic legs are also more heavily emphasized here, she’s like 70% leg like Byakuya Togami Danganronpa and that makes her a bit more taller than most, i can see her running around with them rly fast also they have large springs in them for extra jump (also they matched those spring like curly tips in her og hairstyle)

Emari: tried to make her bulky armor even more like it’s made of scrap like the “scrapper” she is, tho since i kinda suck at mechanical greebling she looks very cluttered and hard to read. I tried putting cute little stickers and graffiti on her armor to give her more of a fun-loving vibe despite her imposing build, felt like she’d decorate her armor for fun. Gave her helmet a visor to give her some cool toughness and added lil things on it reminiscent of bear ears cuz her silhouette needed a lil something. Problem i have with drawing her is that her silhouette ended up looking too similar to 1-0FF’s redesign, it really needs some fixing cuz it’s pretty damn rough.

Kyps: she could’ve served so much cunt but she didn’t, so i needed to change that. To match her invisibility powers as a spy i themed her off of chameleons and mirrors — i un-balded her for improved silhouette by giving her a hairstyle similar to a chameleon tail (tho it also looks like a glass Prince Rupert’s drop and mirrors are also glass), gave her “earrings” similar to mirror handles, made her coat a lot longer and have it slightly reminiscent of fractured or cut glass, give it a coattail like a chameleon tail, and tried giving faint patterns on the clothes and especially the tied that gives a sort of “shimmery” kinda vibe??? She’s reminding me a lot of Inteleon right now

1-0FF: actually my favorite out of the redesigns, he was so tricky to do but i think i got him pretty right. Wanted him to appear even more of a friendly recycling bot toughened up by constant battle, replaced that menacing eye of his with a friendly smile on a screen (that i took from an app icon from my ipad out of laziness lol) and gave him little symbols of recycling like little sprout iconography and a recycling symbol heart, though as contrast to all that i gave him scars and battle damage so you know he kicks ass. Still wanted to keep the trashcan look so his head kinda resembles those trashcans with the spinny rotating lids, tried my best to make the rest of the body also trashcanny. Turned that vacuum gun of his into a megaman-type arm gun because why did they make it a separate component that’s so stupid.

Starchild: turned him from a rip-off Guardians of the Galaxy character into something more like a rock monster guy since his main ability's called Diamond Skin and it does.... guess what. I put crystals on different parts of his body and I thought about the "hair" on his body being made of those weird fuzzy kinds of crystals (realized it was a missed opportunity to give him chest hair rip). Wanted to make his name "Star Child" a lot more literal by inspiring him off of a shooting star, which is why I gave him that plume of smoke for hair. Since he's a (former) proud tribal warrior guy I wanted his design to lean more heavily into that by giving him tattoos that are like geometric stone carvings??? and giving him clothes and jewelry that give a sort of non-existent tribal culture vibe, his clothes also have a sort of bismuth pattern to them.

Teo: okay this fucker was the reason why I did not finish this. His design was so unimaginably boring that it was very difficult to come up with a "twist" for him while still having him be the standard shooty guy. Days later I immediately thought "Space Dandy" and decided to make him be way more flamboyant with a pompadour as his main feature, befitting of the "goofy space adventure" vibe this game tried and failed to capture. In my head his backstory was that he was raised from birth to be a regular ass disposable space soldier, leaving the army much much later to pursue a quest for self-identity... the identity he chose for himself being that of an over-the-top galactic popstar. I imagine his "Smoke Bomb" ability being glittering colorful smoke instead, like a popstar entering the stage out of artificial smoke clouds.

okay I'm tired. i am cooler than playstation. goodbye

[unnecessary-sobbing]

better than you - shuriri

PART ONE

content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing

pairing(s): shuri udaku x reader x riri williams

summary: you and riri have been rivals since you’ve started college. now you guys are expected to get along while on a mission with the new queen of wakanda. tension and new feelings grow and all shuri wants is for y’all to behave and not ruin the mission.

note: hopefully this becomes a series, but no promises bc i’m inconsistent as hell. don't know the ship yet, still working out the kinks

~~~

riri williams, the student genius who’s good side everyone wants to be on. who wouldn’t? yes she’s smart, but she’s also charming, funny, strong, hardworking, and so much more.

you hate her guts.

not only is she smart, she’s also a smug asshole that will do anything to one-up you. you get a 99 on your exam, she’s rubbing her 100 in your face. you’re ahead of her in a robotics race, her robot blows yours up before you can cross the finish line. you make a copy of the hulk serum, she makes a fucking vibranium detector. and she does it all with the same smirk and wink.

it drives you insane.

“nice try boo.”

“awe, better luck next time mamas.”

“your design was good, just not as good as mine.”

luckily, it’s spring break and you don’t have to deal with her smugness for a week. you had an internship planned at trask industries in new york, having nothing else to do. you were excited to be able to work with one of the smartest scientists in the world. you have been following his work since you were in high school, and recently it came out that he is working on a new invention.

oh, but life isn’t fair.

yes, you were an intern, but you weren’t expecting to make coffee runs for trask. you wanted to be in the lab, watching him work and observing him in his space. you did not want to be getting cold brews.

you grumble as you leave the coffee shop, on your way back to the lab. just as you were about to cross the street, a black flying thing buzzed in front of your face. startled, you almost drop the coffee, a small stain appearing on your shirt. you tried shooing the thing away but it wouldn’t budge. looking at it closer, you realized that it was a kimoyo bead.

you let out a quiet gasp before walking to an empty alleyway, the bead following you.

“shuri?”

“(y/n), sorry for the abruptness. i need you in wakanda.”

you furrow your brows as shuri’s voice comes out of the flying bead. why does she need you so suddenly? it’s been a while since the last time you’ve seen her.

“like, now?”

“yes, it is quite urgent.”

“but i have a-“

“(y/n). you are one of the few people outside of wakanda that i trust. i cannot discuss much with you through this bead, but i believe that you might be in danger as well as many more people.”

that immediately shut you up. why the hell are you in danger? you really didn’t want to risk this once in a lifetime opportunity, but was it really worth your life? debatable, but you couldn’t work your dream job if you’re dead.

“okay.”

“good, you didn’t really have a choice. ayo will accompany you on your trip,” with that, the kimoyo bead buzzed past you. you turned around in the direction it flew and came face to face with ayo. her sudden appearance almost gave you a heart attack.

“how did you-“

“never mind that, the queen awaits you.”

she turns and starts walking away. hurriedly, you follow her to a wakandan ship.

the trip was silent as you thought about all the possible threats to you. ‘not many people know of my powers. if they did, how? how much danger am i in?’

it didn’t take long to get to wakanda, around two hours. once you landed, ayo led you into the palace and to the lab. when you entered the lab, you spotted shuri looking over holograms. you frown as you see someone next to her. you couldn’t really tell from the back, but she looked familiar. it wasn’t until you heard her laugh that you realized who it was.

no way.

“riri?”

both riri and shuri turned around to look at you. shuri walked towards you, leaving riri behind. she opened her arms for a hug and you went in, confusion still evident on your face.

“ah, (y/n) . you’re finally here, good.”

“yeah, nice to see you again. but, um, why is she here?” you ask after moving out of the hug. from behind shuri, you riri smile at you and wave, making you roll your eyes.

“riri? she’s here to help with the mission. is that an issue?”

“well…no, i-“

“i’m not her favorite person,” riri says as she walks closer to you two. she makes sure to stand next to you, your shoulders touching each other. you had an irritated look on your face as shuri looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.

“ah, well i hope you two can get along for the time being. come with me.”

she leads you and riri back to the hologram, blueprints and plans showing in mid air. you let out a quiet huff before following her. there were images of robots and weapons, notes written here and there.

“what’s all this?” riri asks watching as you reach out to one of the images of the robots and enlarging it. shuri steps closer to you, bringing a chunk of notes with her.

“plans and prototypes of weapons; weapons built to hunt down and eliminate mutants.”

you let out a surprised gasp, causing riri to look at you in confusion.

“is that why you called me here?”

“yes. we don’t have much information on the person who built it, except his shady connections. he hired someone to try and steal vibranium, which is why i was aware of this whole mutat-killing machine. you being a mutant would help us with this mission. sorry to drag you into this; you wouldn’t just be used as bait, of course, your mutant powers are perfect for what we need to do at some point.”

you stayed quiet the whole time she explained the situation. the whole mutant population was suddenly relying on you while your life was in danger as well. how the fuck are you supposed to take all that in at once? you knew you could refuse, but you know the guilt would kill you, plus the look shuri was giving you made it hard to say no.

“okay, i guess i’m in.”

“good.”

the three of you spent a good two hours going over plans and upgrades to suits. you were shocked when you found out what riri was doing that week she didn’t show up to any classes.

ironheart? that’s a cute name, i guess.

shuri had also designed a suit for you that adjusts your powers. she infused the material with your dna and vibranium so that it can phase through objects with you as well as protect you. once you guys finally called it a night, shuri led you two out of her lab.

“we will leave at sunrise, you guys are welcome to any services of the palace. the dora will lead you to the guest rooms.” with that she closed the door to her lap, probably wanting to work on a couple of things alone.

you and riri followed the warrior down the long halls in silence before she spoke up.

“never knew that you were a mutant, kinda cool.”

“hm, well i don’t just go around telling people i can phase through walls.”

riri chuckled at your response. it was a bit unusual for riri to compliment you without some sort of sarcasm or comparison.

“never knew you were some kind of superhero, that’s cool too, i guess. what was it, ironmaiden?”

“ironheart. and it’s top secret information, ma, but thanks.”

you guys make it to the end of the hall where there were two rooms across from each other. you guys walk to a different door.

“i guess i’ll see you later,” riri says, opening her door. you nod to her before entering your own room.

what did you just get yourself into?

~~~

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YALL IM SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG I POSTED THIS AT 3AM

[hargrove-mayfields]

________

Steve traveled a few hours for this.

Robin and Dustin came with him, taking turns driving since neither of them really liked to, but there wasn’t much choice. They would’ve brought the boys’ mom, but going a few states away isn’t something Claudia can do with her job if she still wants to retire in a month.

She’d entrusted Steve and Dustin with her car and settled for car-pooling with Joyce to work until the boys and Robin got back.

He really appreciated that. This trip is a very big deal to him; a visit to literally the only place left in the country he can visit his decades long hyperfixation. The Rock-Afire Explosion, in all its horribly tacky 1980s glory. Settled today at an independent arcade restaurant.

There’s one closer to home, but it isn’t the right group. Some corporate sellout place that uses digital screens and shit. Another is closed off to the public unless he was going to pay way too much money to see his favorite characters barely functioning. So to West by god Virginia it is.

They made it, and have spent probably two hours straight at this literal wonderland. Robin and Dustin are mostly hanging out in the arcade portion, dishing out little golden tokens into skee-ball games and spinning wheels for tickets. Actual print tickets. Just when he thought this place couldn’t get better.

Steve though, he’s mostly been parked in front of the stage the entire time. A basket of chicken tenders later, even though the place is known for pizza- which Steve in his post ileostomy world can’t eat- he’s still not going anywhere.

Each and every time the show selector board lights up again, he’s wheeling his way over and choosing one from the draw. So far, he’s seen probably half of the whole show tape, happy stimming his way through each song and skit that he’d wanted so desperately to see in person ever since the last Showbiz Pizza closed in Indiana during his early childhood.

This time, when it comes back on to signal the cooldown is over, he’s beat to the draw.

A small boy of about 10 or 11 years old comes darting past in little light up sneakers, on tip-toes to reach where the buttons are mounted up on the wall. He’s got a mop of blonde curly hair on his head, where it’s longer in the back pulled into a tiny ponytail, with the band of some strap-on glasses tucked underneath.

Steve looks over his shoulder to see where the little guy came from, and sees a man who looks almost identical. But not just any. The one approaching him is someone he used to know, an old crush that got away.

Billy Hargrove in the flesh.

It’s been over thirty years. These days, Billy is inked from shoulder to wrist, even more tattoos peeking out from just under the v-neck t-shirt he’s wearing. His hair has lightened, probably from the California sun that darkened his freckles and added more to any uncovered spot of skin. Those pale, almost peachy colored curls don’t do much to hide the dark graying streaks.

Steve is the same way, a whole patch of greyish-brown blooming at the front of his hair, and crows feet by his undercast eyes. Aging hasn’t done him particularly well, not the way it has Billy. That is what he thinks at least, still never quite breaking out of his self-critical shell. His mom says he’s still charming at least.

Being love-sick all these years hasn’t helped though. He wonders what Billy will think of him now.

Billy who, with an absolutely adorable laugh, calls after his boy, “Mackenzie! You gotta wait your turn little dude!”

Steve rushes to insist, “Oh, no, he’s alright!” After all, he’s the grown ass man getting his entertainment from a group of cutesy animal robots.

If that little boy in his cute sneakers wants to have fun too, he’s not gonna be some gatekeeping elitist about it. Not when he sees the wristband on his little wrist that proudly declares his extra 21st chromosome. He recognizes the rainbow infinity on the beaded bracelet beneath that one too.

Steve gets it. Hyperfixations and special interests are pretty huge for him too. Mackenzie being so excited about the band he’s loved for so long is not something Steve would ever dream of squashing out.

Not even when the young boy takes to climbing up the side of Steve’s wheelchair.

Billy intervenes and picks him up right away though, “Hey, hey. We don’t touch that, Kenz. That’s his legs.”

Mackenzie’s slanted eyes get big, his little head whipping towards Steve to apologize, “Sowwy!”

But the little guy was so genuine and curious, there’s no way Steve could be mad about that, “It’s alright! Here, do you wanna push a button?”

Billy looks relieved that Steve didn’t start freaking out on his kid, motioning with a little nod of his head that it’s okay for Steve to take Mackenzie’s little hand and guide it towards one of the buttons.

Together, they choose a blue one. Steve’s already watched this specific show, but it’s one of his favorites since it involves all eight characters. For some reason, he hopes the kiddo really likes it too.

Nothing happens at first- the animatronics have to get air pressure back in them before they can start -so Steve takes the few seconds of delay to roll back to his table. It doesn’t really surprise him when the two friends he’s made join him. Father and son in swivelly red chairs at the table Steve parked beside.

When the lights come up on stage, Steve finds he doesn’t want to look right at the show and stare the way he usually does. Instead, he watches the wonder in Mackenzie’s deep and emotional eyes.

Kids like him don’t do much to hide their emotions, which is honestly a huge inspiration to Steve, who grew up masking and hiding his disability. Pretending isn’t fun, and even though he just met this little dude, watching him just be himself makes Steve happy too.

They’re both letting their hands flutter about by the time the first set is finished, the hiss of air signaling the animatronics are done until the next time.

Mackenzie whips around in his seat and all but shouts at his dad, “Baba, t’ey sang to me!!”

“I heard, buddy! Wasn’t that cool?” Billy enthuses back.

Little Mackenzie nods his head over and over, giggles replacing his words.

Surprisingly, to Steve at least, he then looks to Steve for his opinion too. There is so much trust and adoration in that look. He hasn’t seen that since Dustin was a kid way back when Steve had first been adopted.

Steve gives a thumbs up for some reason, “Yeah, it was awesome!”

He reassures the little boy, but Billy is looking more skeptical. Not judgemental or anything, just aware of the surprised tone in Steve’s voice.

Non-confrontationally, he informs Steve, “Just a heads up.. I might’ve told Kenzie we were friends. I saw you and I panicked.”

Yep. That explains it. The sheepish looks from Billy combined with the excitement from his son.

Steve is actually really flattered that someone he used to think was so cool would want to be his friend.

“Highschool bullshit aside, I always kinda wondered what it would be like being close with the Billy Hargrove.”

“Well I still have the same taste in music.” Billy announces, after a moment to think on important fun facts about himself.

It makes Steve chuckle softly, “This tacky pop is probably painful for you then.”

Billy shrugs it off, “Hey, I heard some Springsteen in there. And the Beatles always get a pass. I can get by on this.”

Suddenly Mackenzie gets impatient with them having their own little conversation, and tries to get Steve’s attention. He taps him gently first, then starts waving and curling his hands into shapes.

Steve recognizes the gestures Mackenzie is making as sign language, but he doesn’t understand a word of it. It’s one of those things he always wanted to learn, and wished he knew, but never sat down and dedicated to. His communication board was way easier for non verbal days.

His confusion must be clear, because before he can even say anything, Billy starts acting as translator, “He wants to know your favorite member of the band.”

“Oh that’s easy! I love Beach Bear. His surfer theme and his curly blonde hair are so cool!” The answer is easy for Steve. He doesn’t mention the part where the character has always reminded him of someone his heart long yearned for.

Mackenzie seems to explode with happiness anyways, butterfly hands going faster than Steve can even finish his sentence. He guesses that’s his favorite too.

The excitement takes over totally, just then Makenzie taking off running unexpectedly.

Billy is up out of his seat so quick, jogging past his little one and intercepting him before he can complete his mission. It’s obvious Mackenzie had wanted to jump onto the stage, instead having to crash into his fathers open arms.

Before the little guy can get upset, Billy turns it into a hug. He’s so gentle, his hold on his boy loose, not crushing like the prone restraints Steve grew up with.

This is teaching through love, not fear. Steve may have just learned something about love himself if the way his heart skips a beat is any indication. He tries not to tear up.

Billy cups his hand real soft on the back of Mackenzie’s curly head, advising him, “Please don’t run off like that, baby. You could get hurt.”

“Sowwy.” Mackenzie apologizes, almost automatically.

Once again, Billy takes action to make sure his son isn’t feeling confronted or yelled at, “It’s okay, bud. You’re doing a really good job today, buddy. Daddy’s proud.”

With that, he carries him back over to the show selector to press one of the buttons that has now since lit up again, choosing a show with help from Steve through a series of pointing and lighthearted laughter from the trio.

They end up picking yet another one that Steve already heard, but Mackenzie clearly hadn’t, so Steve feels okay leaning aside with Billy and chatting while the boy dances and enjoys the show in close range.

“You’re really good with him.” He compliments softly, not just impressed but super enthralled

Instantly Billy’s face lights up with a smile, “Thanks, Steve. It’s just been me and him, I’m trying to fix a lot of shit his mom put into his head.”

Steve is going to say something, but Billy gets bashful, and interrupts it, “Sorry. Trauma dump.”

“No, it’s fine. I definitely get it. My uh.. my mom was the same way, you know.” Steve admits, to make Billy feel less embarrassed about it.

“Here, here.” Billy bumps their shoulders together, a weirdly intimate interaction, one that most people would be too afraid to do lest they break poor paralyzed Steve (not going to happen).

“It’s hard. I love my kid. More than the fucking world. I flew hours to this place just to let him be happy. But goddamn it’s not easy to unravel the shit that was done to me. To him too.”

“Listen, that happy, sweet little boy that ran over to me isn’t afraid. He’s not hurt, or scared, or hiding from anything. You’re doing great.” Steve compliments, all genuine.

His dream of six little nuggets of his own might not be something he’s going to have these days, but he admires Billy for his family. Not just because of his crush either. There’s always been a side to Billy that was so emotional and tender, and he’s amazed at how easily Billy can use that for good.

A lot has changed, but not really. Steve just wonders what Billy thinks of the fact Steve hasn’t made strides in growing a family or becoming some successful mogul.

Apparently he isn’t appalled, because he’s blushing as pink as Steve has probably been all day, as he says, “Thanks, Steve.. I needed that.”

And then there’s nothing left to say. Steve opens his mouth once, then closes it again, too overwhelmed to think of anything. All he wants to do is blab about how he’s been in love with his old rival the whole time.

The pause in conversation isn’t silent, between Mitzi Mozzarella singing her little mechanical heart out, kids laughing about something fun or crying about not getting the prize they wanted, and various machines begging to be played. But it feels intimate anyways.

A moment for just Billy and Steve, in all their nearing middle-aged glory.

It’s Billy who starts things back up, after checking that Mackenzie is getting enough to drink for all the moving he’s doing, “So. D’you really think blonde surfer guys are cool?”

“Maybe.” Steve goes along with it, seeing the opportunity to flirt in the way Billy held onto that one small moment, and tugging hard on that red string of fate, “They definitely get bonus points for having cool tattoos and being good parents, I’d say.”

Billy’s face looks absolutely frazzled, eyes big and smile all crooked and wobbly. And then he laughs, a loud, hearty laugh that has butterflies going through Steve’s whole chest, “Looks like you finally beat me at my own game, H.”

So they have been flirting.

In celebration of not reading the situation wrong, Steve turns it up ten more, leaving a locationally relevant move for Billy on purpose, “Do I get a prize?”

Of course the prize isn’t a stuffed toy or a handful of bubblegum, but rather, a kiss. A sweet, shy kind of kiss that has them bumping their noses together by accident. It’s all they can really get away with, considering where they are, but it’s enough. A thousand words in one chaste press of their lips together. It’s how Steve knows right away this was meant to be all along.

For what could have been several more hours they sat and talked, just the two of them in their little corner of the restaurant, occasionally taking breaks to go play a game, or take Mackenzie to the bathroom. In that time, they go from practically strangers, to having agreed to live together.

See, Billy and MacKenzie actually bought one way tickets. The California cost of living was way too much for single dad finances, and they had plans to settle in a rental trailer park, after a tour of a few states around the area, doing cheap stuff to make it seem fun. Like they weren’t searching for a place to live.

No way was Steve going to let Billy and his disabled kid be homeless in their rental car. Absolutely not.

He sent Claudia a text, and she said instantly she’d be getting Dustin's old room in order to house Mackenzie, and Steve could share his room with Billy. The situation is one plenty of people have already criticized, saying Steve at forty something is too old to be living with his adoptive mother. Adding a alternative queer man and his kid with down’s syndrome to the mix was destined to be the talk of the town, just as it was when Dustin moved out into an apartment with Lucas and Erica.

The fact is, he doesn’t care.

Steve hasn’t done babysitting since he was paralyzed in his twenties, but he’s more than happy to watch Mackenzie while Billy works. As soon as he saw him he felt like family, and Billy agrees Steve and he are soulmates. To him, this is just completing part of him that anguished and mourned and longed for so long.

The three of them together with Steve’s mom and caregiver, sounds like a dream to him.

“Who wants funnel cake!?” Robin appears out of nowhere, two greasy paper baskets in hand. But she freezes, “Wait a second- Hargrove?”

Okay, so there is a lot to catch her up on. Steve is more than happy to tell the story of rediscovering Billy, his beautiful son, and their long-lost love for each other.

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[sundove88]

World’s End Club Headcanon Masterpost (The Go-Getters)

Cheers to the first post of 2024!!!

In General

They all have an aptly named “Ice cream day”, in which they ride off to the nearest ice cream shop to get their favorite flavors. And if you’re curious, here are each of their fave flavors:

Reycho- Caramel Banana

Vanilla- Vanilla Bean Marshmallow (Obviously)

Kansai- Tiger Milk Tea

Chuko- Cheesecake

Mowchan- Everything But The Kitchen Sink

Nyoro- Strawberries and Cream

Aniki- Toasted Oatmeal

Pai- Maple Bacon

Tattsun- Dragonfruit

Pochi- Neopolitan

Jennu- Ube

Yuki- Frosted Sugar Cookie

Each of them has a friendship bracelet- each having charms of their favorite things. Ex- Reycho has a Fist, Vanilla has a Marshmallow, Pochi has an MP3 Player, Nyoro has a robot, Mowchan has a burger, Chuko has a chili pepper, Tattsun has an Electro Rangers mask, Kansai has a ball and bat, Pai has a flower, Aniki has a guitar, Jennu has Comedy and Tragedy masks, and Yuki has a snowflake.

When it comes to crafting, they have an entire shack when it comes to it. They even invite other kids from around to join in!

Reycho

He’s currently getting baseball lessons from Kansai.

He loves drawing- a lot. Especially when it comes to sports!

He uses sign language to communicate with his friends.

Vanilla

She is quite good at sewing little dolls of yarn!

She enjoys a good storybook or two- especially picture ones.

Dressing up is one of her biggest interests- she also loves taking bubble baths after long days.

Pochi

He’s got a connection to animals- especially dogs. He loves puppies most of all.

He and Reycho moved in with Vanilla and Aniki after the main story, so they’re part of the family.

Not just that, he often invites the others to play video games together and share snacks.

Nyoro

She is arguably the BEST at drawing in the group- all the drawings of blueprints had to start somewhere!

She designs bead jewelry and keychains for her friends to give on their birthdays.

It took a long time for her to forgive her dad, but she did it in giving him a bag keychain she made herself.

Mowchan

He works at food drives so he can spread happiness to those who need it the most.

He makes his own “Secret Sauce”, which is Mayo, ketchup, a bit of soy sauce, a handful of spices, salt, pepper, and a dash of hot sauce.

His parents definitely own a local restaurant.

Chuko

She absolutely HATES bullies. And whenever she sees an innocent person being bullied, she decides to stand up for them.

Her comfort food is definitely anything with cheese. Especially pasta with said ingredient.

She won’t hesitate to jump into action when someone is in danger.

Tattsun

He has an entire collection of comic and manga books at home, mostly ones of Shonen anime.

He has Electro Ranger suits for all of his friends in his closet in case they need to wear them to a convention.

One of his most prized collectibles is a limited edition comic con exclusive Power Rangers Megazord toy.

Kansai

He collects baseball cards. Enough said.

He keeps an entire pack of bubblegum on him for emergencies.

He often invites the others to baseball games at their local park to play together.

Pai

She is an expert in babysitting and always packs extra clothing for everyone when they go on trips.

She loves taking long walks and photographing beautiful animals!

She can write little notes for the ghosts she sees to read.

Aniki

He really wants to take horseback riding lessons with his sister.

He lets his sister stick bows and clips into his hair- and one time even a whole bonnet!

He’s a massive fan of rock music and knows how to play the guitar.

Jennu

She makes her own costumes in her big sis’ honor.

She trades little trinkets with Nyoro as well as designs!

Her favorite musical is Hairspray.

Yuki

Soft pillows and fluffy pajamas are two of her favorite things in the world.

A good book is one of her favorite interests.

She loves tobogganing in the snow, as well as snowball fights! She loves it especially when the gang has them in the park.

[love444metalheads]

Hi!!! It's Oyster again :3 can you tell more about Angel, Sam and Prince?

HAII !! Thanks sm for the asks >3< ofc, I’ll tell you more about the other ones :3

SAM:

Meet Sam, the “Smartest Artificial Machine,” a humanoid robot designed with one clear purpose: to serve and fulfill any task that’s needed of her. But beneath the perfect programming and cold mechanics, Sam has a dream—one that’s not part of her coding. She wants to feel human emotions >3<. Even though she’s about 30 years old in design, Sam feels like she's missing something vital, and all she truly yearns for is to experience what it’s like to be human.

Standing at 5’4", Sam’s got long, sleek black hair that falls down her back with neat bangs framing her face. Her eyes are a mesmerizing purple, each one with a tiny power-off symbol as her pupils >_<. She even has a beauty mark under her right eye, adding to her doll-like appearance. Sam usually dresses in the most adorable gothic Lolita fashion, with frilly black dresses, stockings, and Mary Janes, always holding her parasol to protect her delicate mechanics. ^^

Her face is permanently adorned with makeup—dark purple lipstick, beaded eyelashes, and the typical gothic Lolita look. But no matter how perfectly painted, her face remains emotionless, a blank canvas unable to express what she longs for deep inside. Sam knows she’s not programmed to feel human emotions, but that doesn’t stop her from dreaming of it >_<.

She’s often seen sneaking around, trying to upload programming that wasn’t meant for her—specifically, human emotions. Sam wasn’t made to yearn for a touch, a hug, or even a kiss, but that doesn’t stop her. Despite knowing her purpose is to be a robotic servant, all Sam can think about is what it would be like to feel. And so, she keeps yearning… hoping that one day, maybe she’ll get her wish :3.

Angel:

Meet Angel, an 18-year-old college student who, against all odds, survived the unimaginable horror of her sorority's massacre >_<. She’s the only one left standing after Roman’s brutal attack, and it leaves her utterly confused. Why did this serial killer, who’s so cold and rude to everyone else, let her live?

Standing at 5'7", Angel's dark red hair falls just past her shoulders, and her skin is dusted with freckles, adding to her delicate look. With dark blue eyes that hold a mix of fear and confusion, she has a small cut running down the left side of her lips, giving her an edge despite her soft personality. Oh, and she has a gap between her teeth that gives her a unique, cute charm! >3<

Angel’s sensitive ^^—quick to cry, quick to scare, but also quick to get angry when pushed. Despite everything, she’s a sweet girl at heart, though not the most talkative. She embraces her scene style with skinny jeans, tutus, knee-high Converse, and Kandi bracelets over fishnet gloves.

Though Roman’s sudden shift from killer to clingy lover seriously freaks her out sometimes, Angel can’t deny the warmth that comes when Roman is around and being ‘nice’. Yet, she’s still left wondering: why did Roman let her live in the first place?

Prince:

Meet Prince, a 19-year-old guy who’s been through way too much drama for one person >_<. After being cheated on by his ex, Samon—and with his sister of all people—Prince was heartbroken but managed to move on quickly, bouncing back to his cool, laidback self :3. That is, until he finds out that Samon is now obsessed with him and wants to get back together. Instead of just ignoring Samon, Prince hatches a plan… why not get back with him just to mess with him? Revenge is sweet >:3.

If you’ve ever heard Cascada’s song “Bad Boy,” then you’ve basically got their relationship down—except Prince’s version is way more intense >3<.

Now for the looks!! ^^

Prince has spiky black hair and striking green eyes, with a beauty mark under the left side of his lip that gives him a mysterious, edgy vibe. Standing at 5’9", he’s got a normal build but definitely stands out with his stretched ears, lip ring, and dimple piercings. Oh, and he loves to accessorize—his fingers are covered in rings, adding to his effortlessly cool style.

Prince is usually chill and laidback, but beware if you cross him. Once he feels betrayed or pissed off, he’s out for revenge, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the person who wronged him gets hurt. In this case, Samon, his desperate ex, is practically begging for attention, which makes Prince’s little revenge game all the more fun >:3.

OKAY THATS THEIR INTRODUCTIONS !! If you have any questions about/for my ocs, want an X reader, just send it into my inbox !! :3

[vammieposts]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE GUY

This is babushka! He is eating his tenth birthday dinner of tooth cleaning grain free treats and fish flakes! Very fancy, can i get a wahoo for the old man? He has reached double digits! (Also sibling happy borith day!!’ U can vote ynow!!!)

i also painting a thing warlier today! I did a face ! Very excited bc i have never really gotten into painting and i would very much like to! Ppls art college vlog yt channels are morivating me to get out of my comfort zone as well as a cery extenee multi week art sketch block thats keeping all my good ideas locked away in some msyterious bit of brian i cant access!! Its very fristrating but if i cant sketch ill do somthing else. The colors are messed yo in this picture tho, its much more green and blue than yellow. Its kind of blank so i belive i will add either a hammerhead shark or a long jellyfish to the blank areas because blue people should be accompanied by fish. Yhats where the blue man group gets it wrong ykk, they need more fosh and fewer marshmallow mouth surprise sculptures. Or maybe if their marchmallow sculptures were shaped like fish theybwould be better yk i am very tired ignore typos i turn off autocorrect because i despise phone robots misinterpreting my speech, what i type is authentic and will never be influenced by ai, despite the many spelling errors due to tiny phone keyboard dand wobbly hands!! Also ignore the thing in the bottom left corner, i attached a trans oride bead charm to the top of my ohone case and jow its just in all my photos bc its in a very inconvenient location. good night to the vast interwebs! Goobye!!

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 8

Personality: 

Hobbies:

Acting. Archery. Acrobatics. Animation. Anime. Astrology. Astronomy. Baking. Beading. Beatboxing. Bicycling. Billiards. Bird Watching. Board Games. Blogging. Bowling. Boxing. Calligraphy. Camping. Card Games. Cars. Cartography. Chess. Clubbing. Coding. Collecting. Cooking. Comedy. Comics. Cosplay. Crafts. Dancing. Darts. Drawing. Debating. Dominoes. Embroidery. Engineering. Engraving. Exercising. Extreme Sports. Fanart Drawing. Fanfiction Writing. Fashion Design. Fencing. Film Making. Fishing. Flower Arrangement. Forging. Fortune Telling. Gardening. Geocaching. Golfing. Graffiti Art. Gunpla. Guns. Gymnastics. Hiking. Home Improvement. Horseback riding. Hunting. Ice Skating. Improv. Inventing. Journaling. Juggling. Kendo. Kickboxing. Larping. Lego. Magic. Mahjong. Map Making. Marbles. Martial Arts. Mechas. Miniature Plastic Models. Mixology. Modeling. Mountain Biking. Mountain Climbing. Music. Origami. Paintballing. Painting. Parkour. Performing Magic Tricks. Photography. Playing an Instrument. Playwriting. Podcasting. Poetry. Programming. Public Speaking. Puppetry. Puzzles. Radio Hosting. Reading. Rapping. Research. Restoring Cars. Restoring Mechas. Restoring Motorcycles. Robotics. Roleplaying. Rollerblading. Running. Rock Climbing. Sailing. Science. Scriptwriting. Scuba Diving. Sculpting. Sewing. Shopping. Singing. Skateboarding. Sketching. Skiing. Skydiving. Smithing. Snowboarding. Social Media. Songwriting. Sports. Stand up. Stargazing. Stitching. Storytelling. Streaming. Street Racing. Surfing. Swimming. Sword Fighting. Tabletop or role playing games. Tattooing. Technology. Traveling. Video gaming. Writing. Weightlifting. Woodworking.

Likes: They like

Dislikes: They dislike

Personality Type: ENFP. INFP

Sanguine. Phlegmatic. Choleric.

Positive character traits:

Active. Adaptable. Adventurous. Affectionate, Affluent. Agreeable. Alert. Alluring. Altruistic. Ambitious. Analytical. Animated. Appreciative. Artistic. Athletic. Attentive. Beautiful. Benevolent. Bold. Bright. Brilliant. Calm. Candid. Capable. Careful. Cautious. Charitable. Charming. Charismatic. Cheeky. Civil. Clean. Committed. Confident. Cooperative. Comical. Compassionate. Conscientious. Considerate. Cool. Courageous. Courteous. Crafty. Creative. Cultured. Curious. Daring. Decisive. Defiant. Delightful. Dedicated. Dependable. Determined. Devoted. Diplomatic. Direct. Disciplined. Driven. Dynamic. Eager. Earnest. Easygoing. Ecstatic. Effective. Efficient. Elated. Elegant. Eloquent. Empathetic.  Emotional. Enchanting. Encouraging. Energetic. Enthusiastic. Excited. Experienced. Extroverted. Fair. Faithful. Fancy. Fashionable. Flexible. Focused. Forgiving. Friendly. Frank. Free. Frugal. Funny. Generous. Genius. Genuine. Gentle. Gifted. Graceful. Grateful. Happy. Hard Working. Helpful. Homely. Honest. Honorable. Hopeful. Hospitable. Humble. Idealistic. Imaginative. Independent. Influential. Inquisitive. Inspiring. Introverted. Intelligent. Irresistible. Joyful. Jovial. Just. Kind. Kindhearted. Knowledgeable. Lenient. Likable. Logical. Loving. Loyal. Mature. Mindful. Modest. Merciful. Nice. Nurturing. Objective. Observant. Organized. Open. Open-minded. Optimistic. Passionate. Patient. Playful. Peaceful. Perceptive. Persistent. Persuasive. Philanthropic. Pleasant. Poetic. Poised. Polite. Popular. Positive. Precise. Proactive. Prodigal. Professional. Proper. Protective. Proud. Punctual. Quiet. Quirky. Realistic. Reasonable. Rebellious. Receptive. Refined. Reliable. Respectful. Resourceful. Responsible. Self Regulation. Self Reliant. Sensible. Sentimental. Serene. Serious. Sharp. Shrewd. Slick. Skilled. Social. Sociable. Soft. Sophisticated. Spiritual. Spontaneous. Stable. Stylish. Studious. Successful. Supportive. Tactful. Talented. Talkative. Tasteful. Thoughtful. Tolerant. Trusting. Tranquil. Trendy. Vulnerable. Unbiased. Unique. Upright. Versatile. Vigilant. Well read. Wholesome. Wise. Witty. Worldly. Youthful. 

Negative character traits: 

Addiction. Afraid. Aggressive. Alcoholism. Aloof. Angry. Annoyed. Angsty. Anxious. Apathetic. Argumentative. Arrogant. Ashamed. Attention Seeker. Bitter. Blunt. Boastful. Bossy. Brash. Brutal. Calculating. Callous. Chaotic. Childish. Cold. Crabby. Cocky. Combative. Competitive. Conceited. Cranky. Crass. Critical. Crude. Cynical. Dark. Decadence. Demanding. Depressed. Disrespectful. Distressed. Doubtful. Eccentric. Fearful. Fidgety. Finicky. Flirtatious. Foolish. Fretful. Frustrated. Glumness. Grouchy. Grumpy. Harsh. Heartbroken. Hedonistic. Hero Syndrome. Hurt. Hyper. Immature. Impatient. Impolite. Impulsive. Indifferent. Irritable. Jaded. Jealous. Lavish. Lazy. Lost. Loud. Martyr. Merciless. Mean. Messy. Miserable. Misguided. Moody. Naive. Needy. Nervous. Noisy. Obnoxious. Odd. Overbearing. Paranoid. Perfectionist. Pessimistic. Picky. Plain. Prankster. Pretentious. Primadonna. Private. Procrastinator. Provocative. Quiet. Rebellious. Reckless. Resentful. Reserved. Restless. Rude. Ruthless. Sarcastic. Secretive. Selfish. Self Destructive. Self Indulgent. Scatterbrained. Sensitive. Shy. Sleazy. Skeptical. Sly. Snobbish. Strange. Stoic. Strict. Sulky. Stubborn. Suspicious. Tactless. Temperamental. Tense. Touchy. Troubled. Unstable. Uptight. Upset. Vain. Vicious. Wary. Weary. Worrisome. Vindictive. Volatile. Withdrawn. Workaholic. Zealous. 

Some of these are negative personality traits the plural system use as a form of protection as a survivor of abuse and trauma before they healed with therapy and counseling.

Some of these negative character traits are from when they were a child, preteen, teenage, or young adult demigod and alien hybrid as part of their adolescent phase. 

Others are normal negative personality traits as a normal person like everyone else since no one is perfect. 

Some negative character traits are because of brainwashing and mind control when they were a supervillain. Some of these negative character traits are because of the Terran Empire or conditioning and indoctrination under the Earth Hegemony.  Their oppressors did this to get them to do actions that went against their morals, character, and code. 

Some of the negative character traits are only active when the war god ancestry gets too awry or when the drawback of the berserk state gets too much. It’s also only activated by the bloodthirsty god of war Ares or the god of love Aphrodite as a way of manipulating the main character as a demigod.

Virtues:

Courage, Charity, Diligence,  Humility, Justice, Kindness, Patience, Prudence, Temperance,

Vices

Indulgence, Lust, Wrath

Coping skills:

Positive: Martial arts. Art. Music. Singing. Playing an instrument. Acting. Photography. Dancing. Painting. Sculpting. Poetry. Theatre. 

Negative: Alcohol. Drugs. Thrill seeking. Extreme sports. Street racing with classic (modern by our standards cars). Formula one racing with super car hover cars. Underground Fighting. Gladiatorial Fighting. Bar Fighting. Tavern Brawling when in other magical realms. Metahuman and superhuman fighting sponsored by intergalactic empires. Superhero antihero and supervillain fighting sponsored by superhuman conglomerates. Super soldier fighting sponsored by intergalactic militaries. 

Voice:

They have a soothing voice. They have an appealing voice. They have a honeyed voice as a demigod. They have a modulated voice as an alien hybrid. They have an orotund voice. They have a ringing voice. They have a softly spoken voice when speaking to children and teenagers. They are a fast or slow talker depending on the situation. They have a silvery voice as a deity. They have a low pitch usually but high when they are excited. As someone who is confident they speak with a loud, clear, concise, and confident voice. The tone of their voice changes depending on their mood.

[foxboyclit]

nest full of trinkets

for day 2 of @flufftober (and i might've accidentally combined it with day 23 whoops~)

read on ao3 here

Miskit rummages through a scrapheap, digging for any junk worth repurposing. The lenses in his mask scan for still-usable parts- an old robotic arm catches his eye. Yanking it out, they find the old augmentation’s in surprisingly good shape: not rusted to hell, hand miraculously still attached, functional with a few tweaks. They hold it over his head, making it wave. It catches one of Fiver’s many eyes, and the older scavenger smiles.

“Good find, Kit! ’M sure Sock will find good use for that.”

The lights adorning his mask flicker, and he tucks the folded limb in one of his large coat pockets.

It’s one of Zenia’s bad days, and Miskit has offered to keep her company. What better way to spend a low-energy day than craft night in bed? Neither of them speak, it’s too hard right now, so they make do with pointing to whatever plastic bead they cannot reach. Zenia gestures to his wrist, and Miskit holds it out, letting her slide on a bracelet. The beads are rust orange and green, and in between them is a charm of a long-dead bird. It’s not the right one, but that’s okay-an owl shaped charm probably doesn’t exist, and the thought finds him all the same. He gives her a bracelet in exchange: whatever shades of purple he could find, complete with a flower charm, and she smiles as she turns it over in her hand. 

From that day on, Miskit’s not dressed for the day without the bracelet. 

  A lover presents a swiped ring as an anniversary gift, a friend lends him a book and moves away before it’s returned, and even after they’re gone, the items still take up space in Miskit’s room. There is no paper trail for his birth family, but there can be for others in his life, nevermind the walkable space they eat up.

The room at the very top of the base is his, attached like a cupola, which is lovingly referred to as The Nest. The namesake doesn’t just apply to the tall view; the amount of boxes and jars filled with random bobbles and spare parts are something the crows would’ve envied. It’s maddening, the walls may as well have been crafted from dying plants and suncatchers and pinned up drawings. If you are not Miskit, there’s no chance in hell you’re finding anything in that room. He, somehow, keeps track of it all. Tickets to a mechfight months ago are pointed out as easily as clouds against a bright sky, and when asked why they’re still kept, his expression suggests the answer should be obvious: it was a good memory, it must be saved.

Miskit has no memory of the life he lost, but this new one offers plenty of proof.

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

I just love Maddox! He is so awesome and robot arms!!?

can I request reader play fighting Maddox and snuggling afterwards? (Like still covered in dust and dirt etc)

TY I LOVED making him. And his arms are so versatile since he and his family constantly make new ones. It’s Franks fav pastime.

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting an orange glow on all that lay below it. Beads of sweat hit the ground as the rays kept beating down, heat not swaying just yet, still resting in the ground. Had it been any hotter that day that little drop of sweat would’ve fizzled out of existence.

The hunched figure of a man sat up now, taking look over the work he’d done to the perimeter of the base.

A docile grin crept upon his face as he took a liking to the landscaping done.

The darker bushes and pebbles would catch the sun here, hopefully providing a good lounging area.

The man found himself smiling for another reason though-

Behind him a shadow stretched, brown with the light hitting it just right. The creeping, puppet-like silhouette easing in on him.

As he felt the shifting behind him he kicked his foot out in a sweeping motion.

The sound his offender made was one of pure shock, and defeat.

He crawled above his pursuer and attempted to wrestle their hands to the ground. Not wanting to put too much weight into their body he flipped them over so they were above him.

And now they were the one in charge.

A roguish, taunting smile dawned as they made themselves a target. With a confident bout of laughter they lightly mocked them.

“Why give in cowboy, don’t think you can best me from above?”

Maddox rolled his eyes as his partner attempted to roll him back. He sat forward instead.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet dear.”

Confusion wrought their smug façade, and the next look brought pure gold to Maddoxes eyes. With a small thrum of sound vibrating the inside of his arm it extended, twisting around his partners arm till it met their neck.

“Upsie Daisy!” With a flick of his other hand they were upturned. Their shock didn’t allude the metal man as a swift motion pulled them up and away from him.

When the world stopped spinning they caught Maddox about three feet away. Charming smile dancing on his features as he gestured to the new ground he’d planed that day.

“Like the new look rookie?” He spun himself around in a show of emotional dominance. “Or are you trying to get yours evened out?” He teased lightly, though the mocking tone left bristles on his opponents neck.

“Better watch yourself Doxen, you didn’t beat me last time.”

“Arms were in the shop sugar, let’s boogie.” He cracked his neck, sharply, to the left leaving a refrain from the wide area around him. More cracks followed as he swung his head wildly back and to the right.

His feet stood shoulder length apart and one turned out to the right. Taking a front stance. His fists balled in ready position right infront of the left.

They took on a different stance, a counter to his, before they slowly rounded a circle with their feet.

“What’s wrong happy foot? Too anxious to make a move?” They gabbed humouresly.

Maddox tilted his head upwards, letting strands of hair fall down his neck.

“Not really, more anxious to see how you’ll react. See if you’ll cry uncle when I get to ya’.”

They scoffed before moving in, intentionally missing his head as Maddox moved exaggeratedly too slow. They did the same moving fast backward then slowly pretending to kick sand at him.

He went faster this time, coming around like a ballerina before taking his handkerchief from his left side and slapping their side.

A yip escaped them as they attempted to slap him.

“SIR!”

“Oh! Oh! You can’t handle me, face it!” He pranced around like a goofy, pompous chicken. Stopping only momentarily to make a face of sarcastic shock, morphing into a battle cry as he checked his muscles.

“LETS DO IT!” They threw a stone at him the rock only lightly tapping his shoulder as he fakely started making weird chimp sounds before falling ‘dead’ to the ground.

His opponent ran to his side, covering his face from the last rays of sun.

They grabbed his face so hard it smushed his cheeks in, puckering his lips as he squinted up at them.

“Speak to me man, speak to me!” He grabbed the collar of their shirt before making an odd squawking noise. They let go of his cheeks barely keeping their composure.

“Tell my wife… that I farted.” His head lolled limply to the side, and his tongue stuck out as his partner dramatically shook their fists at the sky before slamming them down on his chest.

“OUGHN!” He gasped, lurching up from the impact. His shocked brown eyes zeroed in on them as they snorted to hold back the tears they had in them. He covered his eyes and started keeling over with laughter.

They did the same leaning forward and clutching desperately onto his tank for repreive.

“PLEASE.”

“God-! Gughhhg that hurts. WOOF.” He’d lain back chucking as they rested beside them. Hands still grasping his shirt. He layed his arm out so they could rest on it.

They scooted closer as a cold chill fanned across the sand, blowing some across the pairs legs. He turned his head to stare at them. Soft oranges blending into his eyes as he did.

“I needed that after a long day ‘a work.” He proclaimed meekly, rubbing his neck as he typically did. They were still coming down from their dopamine high as they pat his chest.

“Shit, i needed that too. You cannot believe the day I had.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, crooking a dirt plastered eyebrow up.

“Yeah.” They responded confidently.

“Why don’ you tell me about it?”

The sun finally set as they began their story. As they looked up into the sky, Maddox closed his eyes and listened to their voice as he relaxed his aching muscles.

Night had fallen on the base, and all was peaceful, just the musings of two partners, and the gentle breeze of New Mexico.

[geminialchemist]

Believe it or not, I went through a very huge perler bead phase for a while. My job at the time didn’t give me a lot of chances to sit down and plan out bigger projects, so instead I crafted tons of stuff from beads.

Seeing as Earthbound is one of the few turn-based RPGs I really enjoy, I of course made this for the utterly massive collection. This is actually an older pic, but it’s got my model of Peach’s castle in the lower right corner from before it got busted, and that’s just nostalgic.

I also made a little demon flower. Say hi to Flowey everyone!

I don’t quite remember where I found the pattern for these tiny Starter Pokémon, but here they are nonetheless. We all know the names, but let’s see what my autocorrect has to say about them! Squirrel, bulbasaur, charms derived, and pika hunter. Huh, it got one of those right.

This was of all the protagonists I had played as up to this point. While I used to be a massive Pokéfan, I think the only game I’ve ever beaten the main story past Gen4 was Pokémon Moon.

I did say it was a pretty massive collection, right? And these are just the ones I stuck to some paper and framed! I have loads more stuffed away in drawers, or displayed elsewhere. One the left, we have all the robot masters from Megaman 1-3, and in the other frame on the right, it has as many of the cast of Smash Bros as I could find decent sprites for. Most of the sprites are from Mario Maker, I believe.

I’ve got various other perler art around the place. A few from Zelda, the entire main cast of Mother 3, a few Metroid ones, Zero from MMX. If I put them all up in one post, this would take all day, so so hope you enjoyed the highlight reel!

[shantalangel]

Purely for fun asked Midjourney "Murdoc Niccals, Final Fantasy style, Yoshitaka Amano style of clothes" (the latter is an artist who draws illustrations for Final Fantasy, his artstyle is very beautiful, also he loves detailed clothes like Jamie), and very liked the result!!

First of all, this is the only non-2D version of Murdoc that really resonated with me; more or less good versions were in Stylo, G-Shock and the last little videos, but this is just candy. Finally, Murdoc looks attractive. Just add fangs from Phase 1, and there will be the very image that I adore: when Mudz combines the features of a handsome man and a nightmare creature; moreover, the line between attraction and repulsive is very thin. Of all the styles that don't look like Jamie, this one is my favorite. If Gorillaz decides to make 3D cartoon, I want it to look like this. ) Because we for sure won't get cool 2D-artstyle of Demon Days anyway.

I like that he doesn't look human, but his skin isn't green, and the tint seems to show a bit, or Mudz just splashed himself paint for laughs; I like this green streaks on the skin.

All the faces are cool.

Small details are very interesting. I don’t know why it's the neural network and not me came up with them, but now I’ll take some into my fanfiction. Some make him look like a cyborg. First of all, this is something that looks as if Murdoc had been stabbed in the neck with a blade, and then the wound was sewn up with a metal thread; even if you consider it a fake, a very stylish punk accessory. And those metal plates peeking out from under the skin in the second picture.

Next - a tattoo on the neck, similar to a stylized "wound" in the spirit of the Terminator, in which wires or parts of the robot are visible.

The fact that everywhere Mudz in black glasses, piercings and some beads-rosary-chains is already chic in itself. Earrings drive me crazy; where else are they should be, if not on such glorious ears? :D

His smile is real magic. Oh, my God, I'm in love! Hey Jamie, listen to the fans - bring back to the best bass player of the universe his perfect look! ))

And, finally, a charming hairpin with a flower must have been attached to him by little Noodle or one of his girls.

[bewitchingbooktours]

Release Day Blitz - Six Degrees of Separation by Amanda Mackey

Six Degrees of Separation

Amanda Mackey

Genre: Romance

Publisher: Amanda Mackey

Date of Publication: 5th October, 2024

ASIN:  B0DGCL3C32

Number of pages: 223

Word Count: 62,855

Tagline: What if the distance between you and your soulmate was 6 people?

Book Description: 

What do you do when you find yourself in a midlife crisis at forty after leaving an abusive marriage?

You buy a cheap villa in Italy and leave everything you knew behind to live in a remote town, perched on top of a hill, with nothing but a suitcase full of clothing.

Oh, and did I mention the only Italian word I know is ciao?

I question my sanity as I sit at forty thousand feet, seven hours into the flight.

But as soon as I reach my destination, I realize I've made the right decision.

My villa is everything I hoped for, apart from needing some TLC, but with my divorce money, I plan on turning it into a home. My home. My sanctuary.

When I find a cabinet in the garage left by the previous elderly owner, with a letter inside, I get my real estate agent and only acquaintance to translate it for me.

What she reveals is insane to say the least.

The letter is from a woman in search of her soulmate who had heard about a theory called Six Degrees of Separation. A crazy notion that everyone on the planet is connected by six people.

Method: Send out six letters to people you know who when forward them to six people they know. Continue the process six times and it'll reach your intended person.

By some miracle, the woman managed to meet the great love of her life and live happily ever after.

So, when my agent and budding friend talks me into testing the theory, I'm not expecting anything to happen. It can't be that easy, right? Plus, I don't know six people in Italy.

But she does.

And so, we send out the letters, partly as a joke and partly to see if it actually works.

But in the meantime, fate intervenes.

It's in the form of a younger man who steals my breath. A man I never saw coming.

It would seem we're not connected by six people, but two.

What then happens to the handsome stranger who replies to my letter?

Amazon     Amazon AU     Books2Read

Excerpt:

A very handsome waiter approaches us, all masculine energy and charm. With his arrival comes stronger pinpricks under my skin. It’s akin to getting zapped in winter from static. But as I glance around the restaurant, everyone else is carrying on as normal so I sit and try to act normal as I look up at the sexy as sin man. I’d peg him as thirty perhaps. Ebony, silky hair, styled back off his face. Deep eyes, Roman nose and full lips. What is it with Italian men? Are they all attractive at this age?

My eyes fully appraise him as my pulse jackhammers. My neck feels flushed, causing beads of sweat to form. God, can he see my reaction? I’m mesmerized like a hormonal teen, riveted to the spot.

His full smile adds to his beauty and for a moment even Bianca remains mute as he greets us. There’s a presence about him I can’t define. It’s that certain something that ‘just is’. The X Factor. Energy is pouring off him and I’m in the line of fire. Can someone please bring me a cold glass of water? Or an industrial fan?

She quickly recovers though and offers a ‘ciao’ which I robotically mimic, enthralled by his rugged beauty up close. The flickering light of the candle on our table, catches his high cheek bones and full mouth, stealing my attention for way too long. His short-sleeved black shirt fails to cover a tattoo which disappears up his forearm.

“Do you speak English?” Bianca asks for my benefit, a little too loudly might I add. When I peek at her, she’s wearing a knowing expression, right eyebrow raised, lips tipped up. Her foot taps mine under the table. When did she begin staring at me like that? Probably when I answered him like Siri.

“Of course. I’m fluent. I’ve been learning it since high school. Would you like a drink first?” That voice. Every syllable and word hit me front and center. The tone sounds like a deep lullaby I could be rocked to sleep with. Sheesh. What is happening with me tonight? Am I hormonal? My menstrual cycle is on point, my period not due for another two weeks so it can’t be that. If this heat doesn’t settle down, I’ll need to step into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I’m pretty sure the restaurant is air-conditioned too.

I look back to the waiter who is blatantly ignoring Bianca and watching me with his shockingly beautiful eyes. Eyes one could stare into if they wished to find all the answers of the universe. Eyes which see right through you and invoke a sense of belonging. As if you’ve seen them before. Familiar. Comforting. Ones I want to dive into and never leave.

They’re turning me into a hot mess. I need to get my act together. I’m acting so out of character. Like a schoolgirl, not a forty-year-old divorcee. My hands fidget on my lap as I glance around the room. It’s not big. A cozy, intimate space with guests lined up outside the door like we were moments ago. I count the tables. Fifteen. That’s all. I’m guessing they need to expand soon. Either that, or they want to keep it the way it is.

My eyes are drawn back to Mr. Handsome as he flicks his attention from Bianca and back to me again. It truly is getting too unbearably hot in here.

“Two glasses of your best wine. And would it be possible to have a garlic bruschetta?”

“Sure. Let me get that for you.” Finally he turns and saunters back to the kitchen, leaving me with heated cheeks and a flutter in my belly. But as soon as he’s gone, the temperature cools back down to normal. That’s strange. Is he running a fever? Does his body temperature run abnormally high all the time?

“Maybe he’s the one,” Bianca laughs. “He was checking you out.”

“And clearly younger than me. He was probably just being friendly to the tourist.”

But I doubt my own words. Men don’t make prolonged eye contact if they aren’t interested. Pity we’re leaving the day after tomorrow. I’d probably come back just to see his face again. A girl can dream. But how can he possibly be the one? Not the first hot Italian guy to speak to me. It couldn’t be that easy.

About the Author:

Amanda Mackey was born in NZ and moved to Australia as a child with her family. She’s been living in sunny Queensland ever since. An avid reader as a child, writing became an extension of that. She wrote her first book in her twenties, but it would take a further sixteen years to get her book published. That first book was the catalyst for her writing career, and she now has penned book number twenty. 

Amanda is both traditionally, and self-published and writes in multiple genres. She hopes to make writing her full time career. 

Next year Amanda and the cover model on Six Degrees of Separation, Alejandro Salomone who plays Nico in the book, are travelling to Italy, where the book is set, to film some of the scenes so stay tuned for that!

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7069947.Amanda_Mackey 

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[siroofington]

[ID: art of the Vocaloid Kaito, done in bright saturated colors. He's lying on a pool tube that says "Marco Polo" and is smiling at the viewer. A few lightning bolts are drawn around him. He's wearing a white crop top, black shorts, a clear blue visor, and several colorful beaded bracelets. He's also depicted with robotic arms, and is holding a pair of crocs with charms of a popsicle and the other Vocaloids on them. The background is yellow and blue, showing palm trees and water, and has a stamp that says "CircusP x Kaito". end ID]

Come on give me one more dose

[wholesomegarlicbread]

I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit every day with someone new (9)

You carried around a pink aardvark plushie around campus

You had seemingly the perfect dual braids if it weren’t for the tiny tuft of hair poking out an inch away from the bottom

You set your backpack on your foot when fixing the zipper

You tiptoed when taking a pic of your homemade bread from above

You gave a little “ooo!” when the professor told you your solution was correct

You opened your water bottle and poured some water into your friends’ thermos

You did jumping jacks when you got frustrated by our robot coding not working

You were wearing this really nice purple hoodie with a cartoon penguin design

You had a mini bead design charm on the *roof* of your car

You were sitting in front of me during an object modeling class and you had the *wobbliest* diagram lines

I love you