#trim back to fuzz

[shadow4-1]

“Dying alone.” You hummed, running the brush through your horse’s hair. “Y’know, it’s been weighing on me.”

Price huffed out a soft breath and nuzzled his graying muzzle against your palm. You smiled at him, rubbing your knuckles over the soft fuzz of his snout. When you’d first got him he’d been a young workhorse too ornery for any ranch hand in the county. After doing some research, you figured out he was a European breed, one not meant for the rough hands of your fellow Americans. You’d gotten him cheap, and yet his training came at a ‘price’. It took awhile for you to learn his ins an outs but he quickly grew to become your favorite - as well as your oldest. He was the first member of your ranch after all.

“I’ve never wanted to look for a man. They’re so gross, Price.” You sighed, working a few tangles out of his short, dark mane. “They always say they want me for me, but really they just want the ranch.”

There was a short bark from the door of the barn. A black and white, muscular dog stood waiting for your command. You tsked at him and he slowly came trotting up to you, head low to the ground in a submissive posture. The closer he came, the more you noticed the white fur surrounding his eyes and snout - starting to gray like Price’s.

“C’mere Ghost.” You hummed.

The dog obliged and pressed the top of his head into your hand. Ghost was such a mutt. You’d picked him up as a pup from a mean roadside vendor. If you had to guess, he had some kind of German Shepherd in him. Maybe some Rottweiler or Pit Bull? You couldn’t be sure. But what you did know, is that -

“Aw, look at my best boy! You’re my best boy!” You baby talked, squishing his chunky face. Ghost just licked his lips in indignation but made no move to escape your hold. Price snorted loudly and pawed at the ground, upset that you stopped brushing his mane.

“Okay okay. I get it.” You laughed. “Let me just finish up here!”

-

There wasn’t any field tending that needed to be done, so you sent Price off to the fenced in pasture. Despite his age, he kicked up dirt and pranced about in delight. You smiled at the old horse before heading back to the barn. Ghost sat patiently outside, his metal tags glinting in the sunlight.

“Okay, boy. Show time.”

And just like that, all hell seemed to break loose. Ghost ran into the barn and started to bark. While usually subdued, this time his bark was loud and mighty. The sheep and cows stirred in their pens. The chickens squawked from their roosts. You threw open the barn with a mighty heave. And just like that, the animals were also let out into the fenced pasture.

The cows bounded out happily, their bells clanging. Then came the half dozen sheep and their young lambs, followed by a dozen assorted chickens. You sprinkled chicken feed and enjoyed the morning mayhem. A rooster made himself known from the pack by standing up straight, puffing out his chest, and crowing with so much might you thought he might hurt himself. You poured a bit of feed in your hand before crouching down.

“Here Johnny, Johnny.” You giggled, shaking your hand.

The large rooster strutted up to you with absolutely no fear. He ruffled his feathers and clucked at you before eating the feed right out of your hand. When he was done, he let you pet him. If you wanted to pick him up, you easily could’ve. Most mornings you spent with him on your hip. Despite how amazing of a rooster he was, he never got violent with you. Now, any other hired help, it was a different story. Come to think of it, none of your animals really worked for anyone else but you.

“Sorry Johnny.” You sighed, standing up and taking a step back. “Gotta trim-woah!”

Something hard nudged firmly against your rear. You regained your balance and looked behind you.

“Kyle!” You scolded. “Yes, yes! You’re going out to the pasture too!”

The large billy goat bleated at you and rubbed the top of his de-horned head against your hip, as if to scratch himself on your belt. With a soft pat to his head, you lead him through the pasture and farther into the green grass. It took him a minute, but after taking a glance at Price on the other end of the field, he began to run towards him. The two creatures met in the middle and began to play.

You weren’t entirely sure why those two got along so well, but they certainly did. Price playfully nipped at Kyle’s short tail. Kyle just bleated in excitement and tried to ram his head into the old horse’s leg. They were a funny little duo, that was certain.

And with that, you began to finish up your morning chores. You collected the eggs and the fresh milk from the gallon jugs in the barn. You cleaned up the stalls and polished Price’s riding tack. Once you made sure everyone had fresh food and water you decided to go inside and clean up. Today was an easy day. All you would be responsible for was to bring the animals back in as well as feed yourself.

You showered, dressed in a flowy white sundress, and headed outside. You sat out in the pasture, under the shade of the old oak tree and your floppy sun hat. This day was like no other. After enjoying a bowl of fruit and a glass of iced tea it didn’t take long for you to doze off in your favorite lawn chair.

-

You dreamed that you were taking Price back to the stables after a good ride around the ranch. It was late, and the southern heat was oppressive. You wiped the sweat off Price’s back with an old towel as your removed his tack.

“Y’know. Despite your age, y’ still give a girl a great ride.” You chuckled at the old horse. You rubbed his snout. He snorted at you and you giggled. “You have no clue what I’m talking about.”

With another laugh, you turned to the stall's gate. You opened it just enough to reach to the built in shelf next to it. You dug your hand into a small box and swiped a handful of sugar cubes from within it. You turned, hand outstretched to offer it to Price. Except, when you turned, there was no longer a horse.

Standing there, completely nude, was a human man.

You gasped in shock and took a step back, hitting the edge of the stall’s wall. He took a step forward, blue eyes glittering. He eyed the sugar cubes you now clutched tightly in your palm. He reached forward, prying them from your grip, before hungrily tossing them into his mouth. He ate them with no discomfort and even smiled as he swallowed them down.

“Thanks, Love.” He licked his lips, remnants of the glittery sugar still caught in his mustache.

“P-Price?” You squeaked.

“Who else would it be?”

You had half a mind to run, but you were so enamored with the thought that your precious horse could be a human. He stepped even farther forward, boxing you into the corner of the wooden stall. Your head hit the wall, making the various items hung up shudder from the impact. Price unhooked one of the ancient reins away from the top of your head before dropping it into the fresh hay at your feet. He admired his hands for a second and so did you.

“I-you-wh-what is going on?” You managed out. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

Price didn’t seem to hear you as he tried to get a feel for his own body. You watched in shock and arousal as he flexed his arm muscles and observed the firm ripples of his own chiseled abdomen. He petted down his belly and admired the thick curls that trailed over his cock. He gripped at it, tugged at it experimentally before seeming to realize something important.

“Ready for that ride, Love?”

[larcenywrites]

All About Fur!

Nightcrawler HCs

I have lots of thoughts about lots of things, and Nightcrawler’s fur is one of them! So I had to get a few things out of my brain 💙 Some x reader stuff in here too ;)

Warnings: a few sexual references | a few fluffy (no pun intended) references | no pronouns or specifications on reader obvi

⚜️Unfortunately, he doesn’t get any fluffier, much to your dismay 😔 a fluffy winter coat would have been cute, after all!

⚜️But even that short fur does get thicker and longer in certain places on the daily 😏 you may notice his jawline is a bit shaggy by the end of a lazy weekend 🤭 that there’s more fur on his chest when you run your fingers through it 🥺 his belly and a line above and below is belly button gets fluffy and curly if he lets it 🥺🥺

⚜️Even if you’ve typically preferred your past partners more… clean-shaven or well-trimmed down there, you surely can’t have any issues with his fluffier crotch and thighs 🥰 the saving grace here is that all of his fur is velvety soft 😌

⚜️Now, while it doesn’t grow any longer outside of those places, he is naturally shaggier in some other areas!

⚜️His forearms are a bit more furry than his upper arms

⚜️The backs of his thighs and his little booty have longer, curled fur 🥰🥰🥰

⚜️Rub a balloon on him and watch it stick :)

⚜️Bathing with him is fun because you get to play with his fur! Run your fingers through it! This is a feature, not a bug!!

⚜️Except now he’s more like a soggy kitten 🥺 a happy one at least!

⚜️The tail is surprisingly not just, like, skin! It is fuzzy! The fur there is very very short and fine, but still soft and fuzzy! It kinda feels like one of those lamb’s ear plants! Or peach fuzz!!

⚜️But the tip isn’t covered in fur 😔 just like the bottoms of his hands and feet!

⚜️He says belly rubs are degrading, but he likes them 😘 especially when that fur on his chest and belly hasn’t been trimmed in a while, he’ll absolutely stretch out and let you run your fingers through it during late morning cuddles 🥰

⚜️Don’t be afraid to pay extra attention to his quasi-beard, too 😉 it’s not the same as pubic hair on a human! It’s just as soft as the rest of him!

⚜️And for better or for worse, you won’t have to worry very much about beard burn, at least!

⚜️He really doesn’t mind being petted anywhere and everywhere— so long as you do, in fact, have a close and/or (preferably) more intimate relationship!

⚜️Though, if all your past partners have been more on the human-presenting side, you’ll have to get used to always getting a mouthful of fur whenever you want to kiss his cheek or affectionately bite his arm 😅

⚜️This also makes it a little more difficult to do body shots tbh 😔 not to mention trying to get any sticky wine out of that fur later 🤧

⚜️Among other sticky things 🤭

⚜️And when you’re trying to be sexy and trying to lick him down from neck to abs 😔

⚜️But!! At least he’s all soft and cuddly :)

⚜️You’ll probably literally be rubbing your cheek against his like some kind of cartoon couple! You can’t help it that he’s so snuggly 🥰

⚜️But it’s gonna get very warm under the covers— and not just because he’s getting frisky 🥲 sorry if you get hot easily!

⚜️Also sorry if you're ticklish 🥺 he’s probably trying to be very sexy and romantic by kissing down your stomach all slow and teasingly 😏 but those fuzzy cheeks are probably going to have you giggling and squirming away from him instead 😅 it’s okay, he’ll work with it 😘

⚜️His tail is also a major offender of this! Sometimes, he does it on purpose, but other times, he’s genuinely trying to be sexy when he wraps his tail around your thigh or waist, but it’s so fuzzy! It tickles!

⚜️And that’s okay, too :) he does love making you laugh 🥰

⚜️But there’s another disadvantage… sweat and fur don’t mix— there’s a reason dogs and cats don’t sweat!

⚜️Bandaids and fur also don’t mix 😬 but hey, it’s a lot more intimate wrapping medical tape around his arm or whatever 😏

⚜️And no! He won’t get fleas 😤

[senseofnewness]

Can you tell me your headcanons about Patrick and Art size 😶‍🌫️?

size headcanons [nsfw]

sorry this turned into a full dick inspection, call me a DICKtective

Art

He has an average size dick, let’s give him credit, it’s more like on the high percentile of average.

It’s girthy AND long. Like, it’s a nice handful. It gets the job done just right.

He is cut. It was done right after birth for hygienic reasons. The tip of his cock is the same shade of light pink as his nipples.

Art has small fuzzy balls. They’re not hairy because he does shave but it has some kind of blond peach fuzz. I don’t want to baby him but they’re adorable.

He is entirely bare. Not a single hair on display. He spends time in the shower spreading his nair cream all over his groin and crack. He thinks he looks bigger without hairs.

Maybe Art doesn't cum a lot, quantity wise, but he can cum on demand. That boy needs no time recovery time whatsoever. He can just get back at it.

Patrick

This is canon, he has a big dick. Tashi said it, I take her words for it.

It’s not that long, not a third arm type of shit, but it’s VERY girthy. A big boy that stretches you out real good.

I know he is canonically jewish but I think he was late for his circumcision and it got canceled. I don’t know if it’s because I know what Josh’s cock looks like but Patrick Zweig is uncut to me. When uncovered, the head of his cock is a dark shade of blush pink.

Patrick has big breeder balls, I don’t make the rules. He needs a big sack to stock up all that cum. It’s covered with quite a bit of hair.

Speaking of hairs, Patrick Zweig does not shave his crotch, he trims it when the hairs get too long. But he forgets most of the time because his hairs grow so fast. You will mostly meet him when it’s long and messy than when it’s freshly cut.

He cums buckets. But it quickly gets fewer with each round. It takes him some time to fully reload.

[rabbitsrams]

under the mistletoe — jschlatt x fem! reader 🔞

just some good ol' fashioned holiday smut <3

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only. warnings: oral (f), piv (w/ protection), lingerie & praise k1nk

a/n: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!! and happy holidays to u all as well <3

"I've got one more gift for you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Close your eyes and follow me."

Schlatt's eyes flutter shut. You take his hand and guide him to your bedroom, where a cluster of mistletoe is stuck to the top of the doorframe, just barely grazing his hair. Quickly you discard your, his, sweatshirt and fuzzy pajama pants, tossing them aside. You're left wearing a red lacy lingerie set, white fuzz as a trim around the bra and panty set. You walk back to the doorframe as you tell your boyfriend to finally open his eyes.

Schlatt feels your soft hands on his chest as he looks down at you. His eyes darken as he takes notice of how the lingerie accentuates your curves, how the bra leaves naught to the imagination. "Oh... darling..." He bites his bottom lip.

"Look up," you whisper, pointing to the mistletoe. He moves his head slightly to take a look.

"Ah..." His lips curl into a mischievous smile.

"So... do you like it?"

"Oh, dolly..." Schlatt tilts your head up, hand moving to caress your cheek. "This may be my favorite present of 'em all."

He leans down and wraps his arms around you as he smashes his lips onto yours, hands traveling everywhere. He carries you to the bed and tosses you on it before climbing on top of you. You wrap your legs around his middle as he kisses down your neck.

You quickly tug his sweatshirt off, flipping him over and straddling him. His face is red, lips smeared with red lipstick. Without a care in the world, he rips your bra in half, throwing both halves across the room. "God, these fuckin' titties, all fuckin' mine," he mutters, groping and squeezing your breasts. You let out a soft whine of his name, grinding against his hardening cock.

You lean down to kiss his chest, leaving a trail of hickeys as he slowly slides your panties off. He gives your ass a smack and flips you back over. His hands slide down to your thighs and he spreads your legs as he kicks his shorts and boxers off.

"Fuckin' hell, angel, you're soakin'," Schlatt lays on the bed, eye-level with your pussy.

"Baby..."

"Shh. I'm gonna take my time with you. Need'ta savor my present, right?" You nod, whimpering softly. He kisses the inside of your thigh softly before diving right in.

One hand grips the headboard and the other grips his hair as he eats you out, muttonchops chafing against your thighs. He savors your taste, licking and sucking all over. You whimper and whine, pleasure overtaking your entire body as you eventually climax, pulling his hair and screaming his name as you do.

You catch your breath as you come down from your high, Schlatt reaching over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He looks down at you and gently strokes your hair. "You are so beautiful."

You giggle, face heating up as you cover your mouth with your hand. Schlatt smiles and kisses your forehead. "C'mere," You help him put the condom on and straddle him, his cock stretching you out. He puts his hands on your hips as you start moving.

"God, baby, love the way you feel 'round me," Schlatt groans. "Good fuckin' girl." You moan his name as you pick up the pace, gripping his shoulder as you get close to your second orgasm. He's also getting close, beginning to thrust up into you and gripping you tighter.

"J, f-fuck... I'm gonna..." your words are cut off as you scream, clenching around him as you come all over his cock.

"Me too, I'm right there..." Schlatt holds you close as he finishes. You lean forward, resting on his chest as you catch your breath. He wraps his arms around you, stroking your back as he also comes down from his high.

"So, was that a good gift?" you ask, smiling bashfully as you rest your head on his chest.

"Yeah. Fucking... yeah," Schlatt kisses the top of your head. "Don't wanna get up... don't wanna go to my parents'."

"Same... we can be a little late..."

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Furry charlie makes me so happy arghhhhh. Imagine Vaggie's first time realizing Charlie is covered in fur and thinking it's the cutest thing in the world. Imagine them taking a bath together and Charlie is super embarrassed cause she looks like a wet dog (theyre so silly)

Vaggie: "The weirdly nice demon lady who saved me.... also feels like creation's best most softest plushie???? What??"

Vaggie a few year later: "Ah. It's because of the daily hour-long shampoo and conditioner routine."

Vaggie the good girlfriend: (goes off to help goat demon gf with the routine, which ends up taking longer than ever somehow, bc they keep goofing off and making spikes and swirls on charlie's fur with the shampoo instead)

the hooves make me headcanon that Charlie could also have a little goat beard to go with her fuzz if she wanted

buuut she doesn't seem to like loose hair constantly tickling her neck (re: tying her long hair back during the day) so her morning routine includes a little trim along the chin and jaw and these days ends with asking for a Qualified Girlfriend Inspection (vaggie has a good eye for any stray hairs or asymmetry) (sometimes Charlie honestly is so excited to start the day she misses a spot sometimes she does it on purpose so Vaggie will sit her down and carefully fix it for her) (no charlie has never daydreamed about vaggie giving her a trim with the angelic spear or thought about it scraping carefully and tenderly just over her throat as she watches vaggie focus entirely on her she is being Totally Normal About This She Swears)

often the girlfriend inspections will turn into girlfriend kisses, which isn't a side effect of being furry that Charlie was ever expecting, but she sure is NOT complaining!!!!

[bonefall]

Do you have anything on Hollypelt? I'm sorry i've been a little obsessed with her lately even though she literally does nothing

She's got a little mention on the ThunderClan Family Tree but she's admittedly a pretty small character in the grander scheme of BB!

Hollypelt is a Crusade Era molly. She's old enough to remember Mapleshade's exile, but might have been a young adult. Unsure.

She is the mother of Fuzzypelt, detested gene pool destroyer. In BB I managed to trim his devastation back, but Hollypelt's blood is still pretty influential!

I'm unsure who her mate was. They might actually be faded because their name isn't remembered, or it might be Mistpelt.

If it's Mistpelt it's divorce. Never speak to me or my cottonball son ever again

In any case, Holly raised Fuzzy alone.

She was buddies with Mothwhisker, somehow.

I'm unsure if it's mentor/apprentice or just friends, but it was completely non-romantic either way. Moth only likes other toms.

If I was picking cats for Pinepaw to be rescuing Crystal from during the Crusades, it would be Hollypelt and Mothwhisker.

Generally I see these two as BRUTAL together. They have excellent synergy and are both notoriously ruthless, but Mothwhisker is more... aggressive than Hollypelt.

Hollypelt holds a grudge and plots but Mothwhisker turns you into confetti on the spot.

Mothwhisker, Hollypelt, and Bloomheart are favorites of Oakstar during the Crusades. A trio of violent soldiers.

Off the battlefield, Hollypelt was also not the nicest girl around. She loved Fuzzykit fiercely, but she got in conflict with other cats regularly. Kind of grumpy, took innocent statements very personally

Had a tight-knit little circle of friends, and venturing out of that circle usually didn't go too well for either party.

Fuzzykit was the result of one of those times.

In spite of that, she was compassionate and loyal to her clanmates, and was cordial and polite to compensate for her lack of patience.

Though she wanted to die in battle, she starved during the Great Hunger. She, insistently honorably, refused to eat detestable "foods" like grubs or fish and wanted her Clanmates to eat first.

She was also small. Fuzzypelt is much larger than her, even though most of it is fluff. Hollypelt is like one of those pure black cats who's as thin as sticks, and Fuzz is a big black cloud.

[allfryam]

weight gain drive 2 story!

Bryce was living his normal life at college until he got a call from his mom. His grandma had passed away and she left all of her money to him. Bryce was astonished. He knew he was close with his grandma but all of her money? No way! but Bryce wasn’t dreaming. After lots of legal junk, Bryce went from a poor college student to having hundreds of thousands of dollars in his bank Account. The first thing he did with his money was hure his own personal servant. His name was Craig, and he was surprisingly quite young. He was 21, with a nice toned frame and piercing blue eyes. He had perfectly trimmed blonde hair that was slicked back over his head. Bryce had always wished for a servant to take care of him and follow his every command. His first command was to bring him dinner. Bryce requested McDonalds as he hadn’t had it in forever and he felt he should celebrate. He scarfed it down and burped with pleasure.

a few weeks into having Craig, Bryce had gotten used to the rich life. He made Craig dress him, brush his teeth, and even feed him. Bryce would just lay in bed shirtless playing video games while Craig would feed him. One day while Bryce was being dressed, he felt Craig start to struggle a little with his jeans. He looked down and noticed Craig couldn’t get the button. He was pulling as hard as he could but it wouldn’t budge. “What’s taking so long Craig?” Bryce asked angrily. “It’s your belly sir” Craig said. “It’s in the way”. Bryce scoffed, but looking down he could see his abs were no longer there and he did have a bit of a paunch growing. He shrugged it off as just his weight fluctuating a bit, and commanded Craig to get him some sweatpants to wear. And a cheeseburger.

Bryce spent his time loving the rich life. Most days he wouldn’t even get out of bed. Craig was there to tend to his every need. One afternoon, while feasting on Burger King, Bryce demanded more food. “But sir, you’ve already eaten—“ “GO GET ME MORE FOOD YOU IMBECILE!” Bryce interrupted. Craig hurried out of his room and came back a few minute later with an apple pie and some vanilla ice cream. Craig began to cut a slice of pie and spoon-feed Bryce. Craig was prepared to stop after the first slice, but Bryce demanded more. Craig continued to spoon-feed, not bothering to cut a slice. All the while, Bryce was entranced by the video game he was playing. It was almost like he didn’t even notice he was eating. His now rounded belly continued to swell and gargle in pain. It sat perfectly on the waistband of Bryce’s underwear, beginning to roll over and cover the Calvin Klein logo. By the time the entire pie was gone, the ice cream had melted. Bryce noticed this and didn’t even have to say a word to Craig. He just shot him a condescending look and Craig obeyed. He picked up the carton of melted ice cream and began to pour the thick liquid down Bryce’s throat. Some had spilled and began trickling down Bryce’s chest. It pooled at the crease of the belly where it had grown away from his body. With Bryce finally full, Craig cleaned up the mess and Bryce drifted off to sleep, still sticky from the ice cream.

Bryce had been gaining a significant amount of weight, especially in his belly, but when Craig would try to say anything about it, Bryce would promptly shut him up and make him go get more food. Bryce was nearing the 300 pound mark. His once toned stomach had blossomed into a round ball of lard. He gave up on shaving it so it was beginning to grow a bit of fuzz. His hard pecs had grown softer and larger and have started to rest on his expanding belly. His toned arms were a thing of the past. They were now coated with fat and they jiggled each time he moved his arms. His toned jawline expanded into another chin, and his ass started to fill out his underwear. Bryce looked like a completely different person. But he hardly noticed. He was so fixated on playing video games and commanding Craig to bring him more food.

to Craig’s surprise, Bryce alerted him that he had a date Friday afternoon. He had finally matched with this guy on tinder named Gavin. He was super hot and Bryce wanted to make a good impression. Craig figured Bryce hadn’t updated his profile since…

but nonetheless, Craig was happy to get Bryce out of the house. Finding an outfit was a little difficult however. None of Bryce’s nice clothes fit him anymore. After a quick trip to the mall, Bryce was looking great. He was wearing some size 45 waist khakis, and a Hawaiian button up shirt. It was an extra large but it was a little snug around the belly. bryce arrived at the restaurant excited. He hadn’t been on a date in almost a year so he was a bit nervous. He walked in and saw Gavin sitting at a booth. Bryce began to walk over and Gavin’s eyes grew wide. He nervously welcomed him and Bryce squeezed his belly into the booth. Gavin nervously made small talk until the waiter arrived. “What can I get started for you guys tonight?” The waiter asked politely. Gavin ordered first. “I’ll have the teriyaki rice bowl with a lemonade to drink” Bryce ordered next. “I’ll have the rack of ribs with fries on the side” “perfect. I’ll go get that started for y—“ “wait! I wasn’t done.” Bryce interrupted. “I’m also going to try the bacon burger, a large order of the boneless barbecue wings, the club sandwich, two orders of the personal pizza, and what the heck? Let’s top that off with a large milkshake.” Gavin and the waiter were stunned. Bryce just sat there with an innocent smile.

when the food arrived, various plates covered the table and Bryce didn’t waste any time before digging in. Gavin was almost mesmerized by this slob greedily destroying the food in front of him. By the end of the meal, Bryce had unbuttoned his tight shirt and his massive, hairy, round gut sat happily in his lap. When the waiter came back to check on them, he was terrified to ask them if they wanted dessert. And to nobody’s surprise, Bryce ordered a full cherry pie, three brownie sundaes, and a slice of chocolate cake.

Gavin had ended up ghosting Bryce after that night and Bryce was devastated. This only led to more eating however. Craig couldn’t keep up with how much and how fast he was eating. It felt like as soon as he finished a meal, he would request more. Bryce had grown up to 450 pounds. His massive body took up the majority of his bed, and he had no plans of slowing down. He didn’t even have to think anymore. Craig just brought him food constantly. He didn’t really even get full anymore. The last time that happened was when he ate 6 large pizzas in one sitting. But only a couple hours later, he was chugging a milkshake.

I know I took forever on finishing this story but I really like it. There won’t be a part two, but look forward to the end of the hot dog eating contest story coming up!

[ryuichirou]

What is your take on twst boys' body hair? I know their cards show they don't really have any, but maybe you have any thoughts about it?

Anon, hi!

As you might have noticed, I myself very rarely draw body hair due to my personal preference. And, as it always does, my personal preference is definitely going to make me biased in this post… But still, as always, I’ll try to be as objective as I can! Well, as objective as a headcanon could be lol

Let’s goooo

Riddle – a little baldie. It’s not like he is completely unable to grow any body hair, but he is, once again, a late bloomer… Out of every non-cursed non-animal non-fae character, Riddle is the least hairy. He copes by thinking that it’s better not to have any hair at all than to be gross and stinky about it. Very mature of him.

Ace – if one looks closely, it’s possible to see hair on his legs and a little bit on his arms, but he is a ginger, so they’re pretty light and thin. His pubic hair are a bit thicker, but it’s not like he has a bush or anything. He also heard that some basketball players shave their armpits to improve performance, but since it sounds like too much work, he decided that it’s bullshit.

Deuce – his hair is more noticeable than Ace’s since it’s darker, but unlike Ace, he does believe that shaving improves athletic performance, so he actually started to shave his legs… but then stopped because Ace made fun of him. But then decided that his running got worse with hairy legs, and shaved again. Now he is kind of stuck, but he is embarrassed either way somehow. When Ace was making fun of him, he said that Deuce should also shave his pubic hair off, and Deuce called him an asshole and an idiot, but started to kind of think about it… what if it also helps?

Trey – kind of hairy, he probably has the most noticeable arm hair out of all non-beast characters. While some of the characters could get away without shaving their face every single day, Trey isn’t one of them: he shaves every morning. He doesn’t think about his body hair much, but he would still choose to wear pants instead of shorts + longer sleeves a lot of times. He also shaved his arms for the Stargazing event…

Cater – look, another redhead with ginger fuzz lol His is even less noticeable than Ace’s though, because his hair is of a lighter hue in general. He trims and shaves his pubic hair sometimes, but it’s mostly due to boredom plus wanting to see what looks best on his body.

Leona – hairy like any other beastman. His hair is long and thick, not as long and thick as his brother’s though, plus they are somewhat less noticeable on his arms. The idea of shaving doesn’t even occur to him. Other than his face of course.

Ruggie – hairy boy, not much to say here. His legs are especially hairy… although he is probably the least hairy out of the beastmen of the cast. He shaves his face, but somehow his beard/mustache always grows in patches, so it’s for the best.

Jack – definitely the hairiest one of the cast. Grey/white hair on his arms, fuzz on his back, some chest hair here and there (definitely going to get more of those as he gets older), a massive bush with a gradient from white to black down there… Sometimes I feel like he has an undercoat… wait, does he? Anyways, he also tried shaving his legs once for track and field, and got frustrated because it took ages + he broke a razor. So he doesn’t do it anymore. He shaves his face every day though, but soon he’ll have to do it twice a day.

Azul, Jade and Floyd – merpeople who don’t have any body hair whatsoever. The first time they learned about the idea of body hair they got very visibly surprised. Floyd finds the idea of body hair very funny, he is someone who could glue some hair to his chest just for the sake of messing around. But he’ll get tired after a couple of minutes…

Kalim – his dad is super hairy, so he is probably also going to end up hairy, but for now he doesn’t have a lot of hair. There is white fuzz in his armpits and between his legs, maybe some white hair on the lower part of his legs here and there. Miraculously he can’t grow any hair on his chin, but this is definitely going to change one day.

Jamil – if he didn’t shave at all, he would be kind of hairy, but he shaves pretty regularly. The moment Jamil started shaving his face, he started shaving everything else too. “Might as well”, “I wear sleeveless shirts so my armpits are showing”, “It would look stupid if I stop here”, and voila, Jamil ends up with his entire body silky and smooth. He hates shaving (with his type of hair it takes so much time) but loves the result too much.

Vil – he also shaves regularly, but he doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with (it’s also very thin), so he doesn’t have to do it every single week. He does it purely for the aesthetics. He tried growing out his pubic hair, but it didn’t feel right to him, so he shaved it right off. In terms of taste though, he loves hairy men sometimes, but he strongly believes that body hair needs as much care as any type of hair, so if you have a bush you have to at least trim it.

Rook – he used to be hairier before joining Pomefiore. He still remembers Vil’s upset face as he looked at Rook’s transparent and yet very burnt little arm hair. A lot of Rook’s body hair is rather light, but the lower it gets, the thicker and darker it becomes. Anyways, he also shaves these days lol A lot of times he is smoothly shaved everywhere. It’s not like Vil absolutely requires him to be this drastic (just trimming pubic hair a little bit + shaving legs and armpits would suffice!), but Rook is a maximalist sometimes. He also has to shave his face regularly.

Epel – he can barely feel some fuzz on his body and he is super excited because he feels like it’s a sure sign that he will grow a huge beard very soon. He copes by thinking that his dad and grandpa are both hairy men, so technically he should be one too! Maybe he’ll become as hairy as Jack! It’s already happening, he can feel it! Yeah, he is pretty bald lol Some fuzz on his cheeks and between his legs are the only things he has going for him right now.

Idia and Ortho – no hair; somehow Shrouds’ curse also cancels it out. Idia is terrified of hearing a firecrotch joke though, he feels like it would cause his psyche irreparable damage. Ortho doesn’t care about body hair much, but he had a phase during which he really wanted to be able to grow it just because.

Lilia and Malleus are also completely hairless because they are a certain type of fae. Not all fae are as smooth as them, and Lilia technically should have some body hair because he is a bat, but somehow he ended up not having any. And Malleus kind of forgets that people are supposed to have hair on their bodies…

Silver – his pubic hair is so… soft. So tender and pearly white, it’s very fuzzy and doesn’t even feel like proper hair. He is like a beautiful unicorn… or a princess. He doesn’t have much and never really thinks about it. He did notice that he has hair in places his father doesn’t though, it kind of scared him as a kid lol

Sebek – he is the hairiest one out of the Diasomnia four. It’s probably due to the fact that he is only half-fae, and it kind of drives him insane, especially as he compares his body to Silver’s. How come he has more body hair than Silver?? How come his are thicker and darker?? He is also the only Diasomnia boy who shaves his face regularly, but it’s not as often as other people have to shave. Once every three or four days? Kind of.

[mommieswithmuscles]

Sub!Abby x Dom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No minors and No men

Idea from: @tojisboy my bae <3

CW: Intersex!Abby, breeding kink, blow job for foreplay, trying for a baby, pregnancy at the end, Abby likes being used and is actively consenting to all the sex and creampies (consent will be written, but I don't want anything misconstrued as noncon/dubcon), mama kink, yes Abby has a vag but this is about her beautiful ladydick

Title: Baby Mama

"That thing we talked about," you start, sauntering towards Abby on the bed. "Are you sure you're ready for that responsibility?"

"If I wasn't I wouldn't have entertained it. A baby with you would bring my life full circle. Fuck, we could have more kids in the future if you wanted them." Abby's large hands guide you on top of her. "Should we start tonight mama?" Her voice is husky.

"I don't know. Do you deserve it?" You tilt her head up, tugging her into a searing kiss. "Hm?"

"I deserve everything you give me, and nothing more." Abby whines when you settle on her bulge, princess wand stirring in her light wash jeans.

"Such a good girl." You palm her over the denim, fingertips brushing over and ignoring the wet patch forming between her thighs, favoring the wet patch forming at the front. Her hips buck down on the bed to avoid you berating her for trying to take more without permission.

"Good girl for my mama," Abby breathes out, head falling back on the pillows before she hikes up her shirt and unbuttons the jeans. You see those as your signal for consent and let her guide your hands to her clothes before helping her take them off.

You admire her body. Lightly puffy stomach because she's been cutting gym hours in favor of helping you choose decorations for a nursery, online cart full of baby stuff. The clit itself is large and heavy in your hand, eight inches and your hand hardly wraps around it. It pulses as you gently roll the foreskin back and collect the fresh dew from the slit.

You take in the clean scent mixed with the musk from the natural dew, and pick the tiny piece of toilet paper residue from the underside. It always makes your heart flutter knowing she wipes after peeing. The way Abby takes care of her body because she wants to, and in doing so alleviates a lot of the risk of a UTI makes you melt.

"Something wrong?" Abby asks from under you.

"No baby, you're perfect is all." The blush on her face makes you coo and kiss the freckled skin tainted rose. You run one finger down the underside vein to watch it bob and shake with her shuddered breath and tensed stomach. "And oh so sensitive for me."

"All for you mama," she agrees. You cup the round and firm sack in your hand, massaging her essence into them where they settled against one of her openings.

There isn't much hair to worry about tangling. She keeps the blonde hairs trimmed and clean. Enough you can find sensory satisfaction in the pleasantly wire fuzz, but still short enough you're not worried about it bunching up or getting stuck between your teeth when you go down on her.

"You have a pretty princess wand, my darling." You kitten lick the tip, giving a light suck when some of her wetness sticks to your lips. Abby's hands card into your hair as she hums, hips locked to the bed so she doesn't get into trouble with you. "Such a good girl for me." You nuzzle her happy trail, pressing a kiss to her pelvis before taking her head back into your mouth.

You bob and slurp her down, Abby's hands clenching and pleasurably tugging on your hair as her cock slowly feeds further down your throat. You happily swallow around her as her tangy fluid pools more and more into your mouth.

You pull off with a *pop*, lips shiny as you climb up her body for a kiss. Abby uses this to flip you on your back, her spongy tip bumping into your clit. You guide her in.

Abby grunts and hums as she slowly bottoms out, her breathing coming out in shallow puffs as her clit throbs vigorously inside you. You moan into her shoulder at the sensation.

Your nails rake down her back as her thrusting begins. Abby's hips meet yours with a resounding *thwop thwop thwop*, your own wetness cascading down your ass crack and making a slick and sticky pool in the sheets.

"That's it mama, right there!" Your legs wrap around her hips, heels bouncing off her booty cheeks with her rhythm.

Sweat drips down Abby's brow and onto your lips, your tongue darting to taste the bittersweet fluid as she starts to grunt deeper in her belly into your chest.

"Good girl Abby, such a good girl! My good girl," you whimper out, walls clenching and fluttering around her pulsing and throbbing clit. "Gunna- Gunna fill me up! Gunna fill my pussy!"

"Mh-hm!" Abby takes a shuttered breath, voice cracking as she tries to answer you.

"My own personal breeder. Fill this pussy Abby, fill me up. Make me cum!" Abby can't hold it and bottoms into you fully as rope after rope of hot slick fills your walls and brings you to cum. Your own wetness slides down her sack and onto the bed where her hips are now pressed to rest.

You scratch Abby's scalp as her princess wand starts to soften inside you, heavy meat keeping you full as she takes deep breaths into your skin to calm her racing heart.

-

After almost two months of nearly everyday milking, you think it's time to take a pregnancy test. You've been having a multitude of flu like symptoms as well as an irregular period, and it only meant one of two things. Pregnancy, or illness.

You watch your phone as the pink stick takes its time calculating your pregnancy status. After the required five minutes you call Abby into the bathroom with you. She holds you from behind as you peer down at the stick.

"What does it say?" Her hands protectively hold your tummy.

"We're having a baby!" You jump in Abby's arms as she moves to pick you up, twirling you around and laughing with you before your lips lock to her's.

[iamthecomet]

comet what do you think the body hair situation/preferences are for all of the ghouls?

Oh I definitely have thoughts about this. And I am always open to other ideas/thoughts about this too. Ghoul body hair is so special to me! Cumulus: Waxes everything, not for any reason other than the fact that she likes to feel smooth. Loves body hair on other people. Her hair is really pale when it does grow in--and she has a lot of it. Her partners are super into it when it's all grown in too, she just doesn't love the feeling of her own hair rubbing against things. Cirrus: Depends on the day/month. Almost never shaves her legs or armpits, but sometimes the mood strikes her and she does. Trims her bush. Sometimes shaves--but never all of it. Has dark body hair, not super thick but noticeable. She thinks it makes her sexier (she's right). Sunshine: Doesn't shave or trim anything. Loves the natural look and how crazy everyone is over her ginger happy trail. She feels naked if she shaves any of it. Her body hair is pretty fine, very soft, consistently thick over her body almost like a very thin layer of fur. Aurora: Shaves her legs and armpits. Shaves her bush, and loves to shave a little design into it--takes input from the other ghouls about what the design should be. Like Cumulus, very fair body hair, but it's sparse. She never shaves above the knee. Dewdrop: Not super hairy. What hair he does have is very fair, nearly invisible to his dismay. Trims his bush. Occasionally shaves it, but is never sure if he likes it that way. Celebrates the one little chest hair that sometimes grows between his pecs.

Aether: Very hairy. Trims his bush as a courtesy but doesn't do much else. Hairy arms, legs, chest, back. It's so soft too. Like Sunshine it might as well be fur. He was insecure about it once but everyone seems to be very into it so now he embraces it. Rain: Basically hairless (it's a water ghoul thing). Doesn't grow much hair on his body at all. What he does grow is dark, but sparse. Lets his bush go--it's basically all he's got. Mountain: Covered in soft auburn hair. It's not as thick or prominent as Aether's, but just as all over and velvety soft. His belly, especially has a nice layer of fuzz. Trims his pubes to keep them under control--feels bad if people get a mouth full of them. Aeon: Like Rain and Dew has barely any hair. Shaves his pubes to complete the look (he keeps telling Dew to do it because it'll make his dick look bigger, Dew's thinking about killing him). Has a few more chest hairs than Dew, this is a point of pride. Swiss: Coarse, thick, dark hair. Especially on his arms and legs. Trims his pubes and lower belly. Not quite as covered in hair as Aether--but more than Mountain. Loves it--and the way his partner's react to it. Once lost a bet to Cirrus and had to wax his chest--hated every second of being without it.

[the-possum-writes]

Older Fern Headcanons

Just a few ideas nobody asked for regarding what would happen post war if he survived and grew up into a young adult:

❥Character: Fern Mertens

❥Tags: headcanons, mentions of death, reckless behavior

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

❥After the war he'd become somewhat of a lone wolf. Feeling like he deserves to be away from Finn, Jake and BMO after trying to kill Finn and side with Uncle Gumbald, but it wouldn't last long because Neptr would've snuck into his grass backpack somehow and the two would become inseparable as if being some sort of loser club.

❥I personally would love for him to give a shot at being his own person again like at the end of (do no harm where he decided to take on a new name rather than become Finn) especially after learning there's other Finn variants like Fionna and Farmworld Finn that are technically the same as Finn but have their own thing going on, so he tries and make those grass aspects of his stand out.

❥Lets say he doesn't get rid of the grass demon and that's how he kept a body, either because he made a contract with it or they started going to therapy together, although in exchange there would be no seed for the tree fort until he dies of old age and that's where the new tree blooms from.

❥After the treehouse got trashed Finn, Jake and BMO stayed with bubblegum in her farm until they went back house hunting. Fern doesn't sleep with the boys so that means BMO doesn't pluck his facial hair at night and unlike Finn, he starts growing a beard sooner than Finn does. Although he's enthusiastic over the fact he has facial hair and Finn doesn't, if he lets it grow too much it bothers him when he wears his helmet so he'd keep it trimmed, like peach fuzz.

❥Would potentially have a goatee around the Fionna and Cake time, I think it would be cool mostly because it would make him look like the knight from that Green Knight (2021) movie 

❥He still keeps his Green Knight armor and uses it during heavy hitting fights like when Finn would use the Jake suit.

❥While Finn grows up and becomes a bit buffer Fern would have a bit of arm muscle but in comparison would be a bit more lean (think adult Finn's body type in Obsidian), mostly because he doesn't fight hand to hand as much as Finn does post Jake's death. The bro is too good with a sword. Maybe when he does get bored of it he'll use his axe or try to dabble in hand to hand.

❥Speaking of Jake's death, Fern is still Finn so he would start becoming just a reckless during his own adventures; "oh there's a treasure in the middle of this volcano? I bet I can go through it with a hand behind my back" like, make things harder than they should be under the guise of being more challenging.

❥With Neptr being his bestie who's always on his shoulder Fern would eventually realize it's a dick move to put the little bot in needless danger, so he either leaves him somewhere safe (like turtle princess's library) and continues risking his life or he comes to realize he can't keep speed running his life in hopes of seeing Jake again, so he'd slow down for Neptr's sake.

❥Would always leave flowers for Jake at his resting place, specifically the ones he can bloom on his own.

[brewed-pangolin]

Drabble request for Super Soap Sunday:

Origin story of the Soap MacTavish mohawk, 500 words or less...GO.

First Flight of the Scottish Hawk

Ooohhhh I love this!!! I may be one of the few that actually loves Soap's hawk, and this just gives me full range to go creatively nuts with this. Thank you!

Warnings: Mentions of loss at the end. Nothing more than ridiculous MacTavish household shenanigans throughout.

This turned into something I honestly didn't see coming. I couldn't stop writing, and I let the creativity flow through me. If you all like it enough I will expand on it more. Much love 💛

Massive thanks to @deadbranch and @d3athtr4psworld for your input.

Word count 1.4 k (Oops, got carried away again)

If there is one thing you should never do, don't ever dare John MacTavish to do anything. Period.

It's simple, really. All it takes is a few choice words and a push in the right (or wrong) direction and John MacTavish will go full beast mode.

You can thank his sister, Charlotte for the crested motif.

--

After completing basic training at the tender age of 16, John returned home with nothing but a triumphant chip on his shoulder and, more noticeably, a trimmed line of peach fuzz along his scalp.

While his mum and dad couldn't be more proud, his siblings on the other hand were chomping at the bit to get a rise out of him.

Hamish, the oldest of the boys, chimed in first.

"Ye look a'that, mum. Lil John's come back all growned up." He jabbed, before wrapping his arm around his neck forcing him into a tight headlock.

"Not n'the kitchen, Hamish! You'll break tha bloody cabinets!" Mum exclaimed while pushing her two oldest boys into the hall.

"Got'a test tha' strength ma! Can't..oofff" He was swiftly cutoff by John's elbow into his stomach. The two were now fully engulfed in a standing wrestling match.

"Fuck. Off. Hame!" Each of John's words were grittngly emphasized as he wrapped his hands around his older brothers arm.

"Gonnae be a whippin' fer the both a ya if ya donnae knock it off." Mum's warning fell on deaf ears, as this went on for another 10 minutes. By the end of it, both boys had endured the verbal wrath of a furious Catholic Scottish Maiden. (COs can't hold a candle to a pissed off mum)

The twins, Michael and David, couldn't be bothered with real world nonsense. They were too busy with the neighborhood boys playing their own version of 'modern warfare' deep in the backyard woods.

Albiet mildly gruesome in itself, fellow parents enforced a strict 'no guns' rule within the ranks. Imagination would rule the day once more. Sticks were a better option, anyway. And video games were non existent in the MacTavish household.

"Git out me sight, tha' lot'aya!" Patriarchal Rules over all.

Last, and on both ends of the birthing spectrum were Charlotte and Genevieve. John found them in their usual hiding place, the knitting room.

Genevieve, or Evie, as she was so lovingly referred to was only 4. A 'precious surprise' dubbed by mum, and the absolute light of John's eyes.

"How's my favorite lit'le lass, eh Evie?" He could never strain above a whipser when he called to her. And as he knelt down his arms stretched out and awaited her usual 'mighty bear hug'.

But it never came. As she looked him over, her precious green eyes began to water, her face slowly began to contort into a seldom seen melancholy, and then she cried.

"Smooth, Johnny." The sarcastic venom in Charlotte's words was immeasurable, yet still held within it that familiar sibling banter.

"Ooh, no Evie. It's still me. Still yer Johnny." He pleaded as he quickly tried to console her.

"Git out ya arse! Ya makin it worse!" Charlotte chided him as she knelt down to pick up her now inconsolable sister.

"Ah, c'mon Char. Donnae be like that."

Heartbroken is the only word that came to her mind. And being the oldest, she now had two 'children' to console.

"Jus' giv'er a minute, Johnny. She's only seen ya at home. Not like, this." She waved her hand at him, accentuating the difference in his appearance and demeanor. She also lessened her tone, for both their sakes. She'd make a good mother one day.

"Ya think I look tha' different, Char?"

"T'me? Nah. But I knew why yer were gone, Johnny. Evie didn't."

Of course, he'd ask only her this question. Besides their usual sibling rivalry, John looked up to his oldest sister the most. Craved for her approval above all others. Even more so than his parents at times.

"Aye. Is it tha hair, ya think? Bit of a shock t'myself if ya ask me."

"It donnae help yer cause, Johnny. Ya do look like a fuzzy bowling ball."

"Haud yer wheesht, Char!"

The playful jesting slowly began to smooth the lot of them. Evie's sobs eased into soft whimpers as she turned to face her brother once more. Her forehead rested into Charlotte's neck as her eyes once again roamed over her brothers familiar face.

"I donnae like it, Johnny." The high-pitched quiver in her voice nearly broke him to tears. He swallowed hard, forcing those feelings down into the newly formed gullet deep within his chest.

"I know, Evie. It's only fer a little while." His soft blue eyes matched hers, glistening in the dim light as they continued their conversation in wordless speech.

A slow tremble began to form in her lower lip. Quickly she released her grasp around her sister's neck and stretched out to him. It may not have been the bear hug he was expecting, but the comfort of her on his chest more than soothed that aching heart within him.

"The people've spoken, Johnny. What'ya give'm, eh? A typical buzz cut, stylish pompadour, a fricken mohawk?" Charlotte's jab struck a nerve, the evidence all over John's face as his brows furrowed in utter bewilderment.

She answered with her own expression, that sly curl to her lip that John was all too familiar with.

"Donnae do it, Char. I'm warnin' ya."

She had to. In the presence of Evie, Charlotte knew not to speak such fowl language. Silently, she mouthed and provoked him.

'I. Fucking. Dare you.'

That's it. That's all it took. The right words in the wrong direction, by the right person. John couldn't refuse. And like a baited fish, Charlotte swung him in and quickly mounted her victory atop her mental walls.

Six months passed before John returned home again. Military life suited him well. So did his new hairstyle.

It was the typical MacTavish family reunion; mum and dad always the proudest parents in all of Glasgow, ridiculous hairdo aside.

Hamish greeted him with the classic headlock, which again was followed by the verbal chastising of their Iron Maiden mother. (John would tell her one day she'd make the perfect Drill Sargeant)

The twins were currently grounded in their room for saying 'naughty words' in school. John didn't poke too hard, but got this gist it was something about 'God forsaken homework.' The usual teenage behavior.

He sought out his two favorite lasses with overwhelming vigor, finding them yet again within the walls of the knitting room.

"How's my favorite lit'le lass, eh!"

"JOHNNY!" Evie's squeal may have nearly burst his eardrums, but he would gladly go without all sound just to remember that beautiful voice.

He had barely crouched down before she swung her arms around his neck, throwing that much needed 'mighty bear hug' against him.

"Easy Evie, ya ain't such a lit'le lass anymore." His playful strain made her tighten the death grip around him, and he gleefully recipricated.

“Ha? Th’army turnin out softies now, eh?” Charlotte called from the corner as she effortlessly hung her newest knitted masterpiece on the wall, a large afghan in the most brilliant forest green hues.

“Awa’ an bile yer heid, Char.”

“Watch it, Johnny. Tha lit’le rapscallion on yer shoulder gotten a knack fer echoin th’lot of us. Gonnae be eatin soap fer dinner if she keeps it up, yeah.”

Evie strained her neck and forcefully stuck out her tongue in retaliation. The banter was a welcome grief to John. He’d never admit it, but he missed his daily chastising from his oldest sister during those hard days in the field. CO’s could learn a thing or two from the scolding mouths of a MacTavish woman. 

“Ya lookin good, Johnny. Besides the rooster crest. What’re they callin’ya, ‘Mornin Wood?’”

“That’s classified.” The bite in his retort didn’t go unnoticed.

“Ohh, look a’mister fancy pants ov’r here.” Charlotte threw her hands up in taunting surprise. She’d never admit it, but she missed throwing those playful insults at him below the chest. It was an ebb and flow that no other seemed to be able to grasp.

“Donnae matter, Char. Only needs one approval, yeah. What’ya think, lass?” John turned to face the green-eyed angel within his grasp, her eyes slowly studying the features of him, finally focusing on the thick crest atop his head. 

“I like it.” 

“Thas’all I need. Gonnae keep it, yeah. Jus’ fer you, Evie.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Aye. Pinky swear.”

Her voice was the lullaby that tamed the savage beast. The silent tempest on the shores of a violent sea.

John wrapped his finger around hers and gave into the overwhelming power she had hung over him. Evie smiled, and buried her face within his neck. The vice-like grip around him doing nothing but melting that hard metallic soul growing within him.

“Ya gone’n don’it now, Johnny.” Charlotte’s quip was sharp, yet softened as it flowed freely through the air.

John responded in equal softness, an eerily reminiscent silent jab.

‘Fuck. You.’

25 years and a full military career later, Captain John ‘Soap’ MacTavish sat lonely at the bar, pondering the ice within its liqoured embrace and watched as the waves of liquid slowly melded within themselves. He was within pleasant company, something he had truly missed over the remaining years of his career.

He heard the cadence of footsteps first, their possesor non other than the legendary John Price himself. 

“Ya know ya got to drink it for it to work, yeah.” 

“Aye. Jus’ takin my time with it.”

A somberness flowed freely through them, no longer wanting or needing to keep old wounds bound and at bay. Price scanned the crowd once over before returning his gaze to the scarred and crested veteran, both looking more worse for wear within the golden age of their careers.

“Ya know, Soap. I’ve known ya for over 20 years. And somehow I never thought to ask.”

Price paused as Soap brought the cold and perspiring glass up to his lips.

“Why do ya keep the mohawk?”

Soap turned to face his war hardened comrade. A silent shock washed over him as the quiet memory of her surfaced into the realm of his periphery. He sat motionless for a moment, spinning the glass within his hands as her name gracefully returned to the soft tissue of his lips.

“Evie. I kept it for Evie.” It felt like a hymn, to speak her name again after so many years of silence. The sound of it wafting into the wooden rafters before cascading and disappearing into the boisterous cacophony around the bar.

“Who’s Evie?”

“She was my sister.” Soap’s chest tightened as the words fell out of his mouth. 

“Was?”

The slip of the tongue caught him off guard. Soap met Price’s gaze and held within it a cold blue steel. 

“Touchy subject.” Price titled his glass, and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before leaving him alone again at the bar with his thoughts. 

An ache formed within his heart. A void that was filled with her memories and locked away from the world's prying eyes. 

His fingers slowly turned the tumbler on the weathered bar while his eyes slowly began to focus on the smallest finger of his hand. Bringing it up to his face he studied its features as a chemist studies the inner workings of molecular bonds.

The slightest curl of a smile formed on the corner of his mouth as the sound of her voice ricocheted within the recesses of his mind. And the green, those bright green eyes like the mossy hills of the Scottish highlands. 

Edited 2/5/24 to include remastered Soap Squad 🧼

“Pinky swear, Evie.”

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[moony-ghoul]

ghoul hair hcs

dew: his hair was naturally a cool almost white blonde when he was a water ghoul, after his transformation his hair become auburn. he bleaches it still to a platinum blonde, he doesn’t feel like himself when he’s ginger. despite the bleaching he keeps his hair very healthy having a whole ass weekly schedule just dedicated to his hair, it’s long and just reaches his waist. for body hair he’s not very hairy as is but he still shaves everything for sensory reasons, sometimes he’ll let his pubes/ happy trail grow but even then it’s very light and grows very slow

rain: rains hair is thick and dark, there’s a slight curl to it, he has a shaggy kinda wolfcut that just reaches his collarbones. he likes to keep a bit of stubble on his face (mainly cause dew likes it). he cannot grow leg hair (water ghoul thing), he keeps the rest of himself trimmed and proper but even then it doesn’t make much of a difference because of how thick all his hair is, he’s got a perfect line down the middle of his torso reaching a nice splatter of hair on his chest, he keeps a nice bush going

phantom: PHANTOM FUZZYYY. cause of their vitiligo their hair grows black and white depending on the colour of the skin underneath. they have very shaggy hair it’s short but has no particular style to it, it’s so thick that it just kinda stands up on its own and ant has learnt to not fight it, most of the hair of their head is black except for a large streak near their face that’s white. that white streak from their face goes down across their eye leaving them with a white eyebrow. they cannot grow facial hair. because the colour of their hair matches the colour of their skin they look like they’re pretty hairless especially when wet but when you get up close you can see this ghoul has a pretty solider layer of fuzz all over their body, it gets thicker in the winter but also means they shed in the summer, they never shave it’s too much of a hassle which means they have a thick bush

swiss: swiss is fuckin HAIRY. dense dark curly hair from his collar bones to his dick, a well trimmed but thick beard, long dreads reaching midway down his back. if he had his way he’d let it all grow forever without a care in the world but he has a small fire ghoul wife who has built him a perfect routine for caring for his intense hair, making sure his beard is trimmed and neat and his body hair is still soft and clean. after about a month of dew bullying him into a self care routine he actually really started to enjoy it, he loves feeling good and knowing he looks and smells good for his partners

mount: he has very thin hair and it’s very light. he’s ginger. the only hair that isn’t thin is the hair on his head which is long w a slight wave, resembles a lions mane when he wakes up. he does not shave at all so he has full bush leading up to a pretty lil happy trail, he’s got a lil chest hair (it kinda looks like a big heart in the centre of his chest) but his legs are hella hairy it’s almost fur, he also has the same on his arms. it’s all a lot of hair but very thin hair so you don’t get the full picture until it’s wet and sticking to him (when he sweaty). in summer when he’s tan it’s less visible but he’s the same as ant where he’ll grow a winter coat in a way

cirrus: my girl is the hairiest out of everyone. she doesn’t shave at all and is covered in thick dark hair. she has like a long mullet, she takes great care of all her hair so it’s beautiful silky shiny. she doesn’t have a whole lot of chest hair but her tummy and bush are hella fuzzy. she has a double slit in her eyebrow that came from a scar (thanks dew). the hair on her arms and legs contour her muscles so perfectly and it makes everyone fuckin drool

cumulus: cumulus is so particular about her hair, her and dew write out their hair care schedules together, they have completely different hair textures but they just like having someone to talk to about it. her hair is white and big and curly (3b to be specific) it looks like a cloud. she only shaves her pits but the rest of her hair is so light she doesn’t see a point in shaving it, sometimes she’ll shave her legs just cause she likes the feeling of being all smooth and on occasion she’ll trim up her pubes. much like some ppl say “don’t talk to me before i’ve had my coffee” lus will say “don’t talk to me until i’ve done my hair”

aurora: rory is a hair dye girly, her natural colour is a pastel pink but she loves changing it up every few weeks, dew taught her how to bleach her hair and take care of it after and she hasn’t looked back since. her favourites are pastel colours. she has a ramona flowers type cut with a bob but longer in the front, sometimes she’ll let it grow out for a few months but she doesn’t like the feeling of hair on her shoulders. she likes to keep the rest of her body fairly hairless, she keeps her lil happy trail tho and shaves her pubes into a heart.

[gallavichpreg]

Yes… I did make a Butthole Chart.

(I swear, I’m sane)

My reasons/HCs:

!!!Don’t argue with me. These are my own personal ideas… things that I’ve made up!!!

Mickey:

Smooth/Hairy: Mickey’s never really been a hairy guy. He hardly has any scruff on him, and that’s just the way that nature intended things to be. Doesn’t make him feel like any less of a man. Overall, he’s pretty smooth… but he still takes the time to trim up between his cheeks, and make sure that his “back garden” is well-pruned. A pretty pink hole is always nice, right? After all… he’s not one for too much friction.

Smelly/Clean: Gone are Mickey’s days of living in filth… letting himself collect dirt and grime like an oversized feather duster. These days, he takes pride in his ability to care for himself and maintain a certain standard of cleanliness — doing everything in his power to distance himself from the slob that he used to be. He styles his hair every morning, brushes his teeth twice a day, scrubs every nook and cranny in the shower, and uses many different fragrances to make sure that he always smells good. When it comes to his backside, he cleans himself very thoroughly… so that he stays ready (if you catch my drift), and gives a good presentation whenever the time comes. Of course, Ian doesn’t mind it whenever he does slack up a bit. That reputation that Mickey used to have, being the “smelly kid”… is long gone.

Loose/Tight: I mean… come on. Need I explain this one???

Ian:

Smooth/Hairy: Every part of me wants to believe that Ian has little patches of red curls all over his ass cheeks, and around his hole… but, honestly, I just can’t see it. Maybe he’s got some sparse fuzz that circles his rim… but I don’t think that it’s anything to really take note of. It’s not like you can twirl it between your fingers, or tug at it, or anything like that. There’s nothing back there to play with.

Smelly/Clean: Ian cleans himself pretty thoroughly, just because he’s mortified of being smelly down there. Even though nobody is eating him out, or playing with his ass, the thought of having any lasting odor scares him… makes him so unbelievably self-conscious. When he’s in the right headspace, he takes him grooming very seriously. Of course, he gets sweaty and musky back there — we all do — but he always make sure to clean it up whenever he gets the chance. Stench doesn’t last long on his backside… especially with Mickey there to help him clean it. Even in his worst moments, the funk doesn’t stick.

Loose/Tight: Ian is fairly tight… as tight as he can be, after the things that he went through in his younger years. He has a complex now, when it comes to having someone show his rear end any attention — a major discomfort, set on by past traumas. It’s like he goes into defense-mode if his butt gets touched… even by Mickey, sometimes. That being said, his asshole doesn’t see much action.

Lip:

Smooth/Hairy: Lip’s got a good amount of hair back there… this nice forest of soft, wispy hair that fills his crack, and coddles the bottoms of his ass cheeks. He doesn’t really care to manscape it… but it’s something that he can definitely appreciate. In the heat of the moment, when all of his cares are out of the window, he does enjoy the feeling of a lady’s fingertips combing through his curls… her digits getting tangled, clinging to his plump bum. It’s a guilty pleasure.

Smelly/Clean: Lip is fairly clean, for a straight guy. He makes sure that he’s not dirty… but he doesn’t like to spend too much time back there. Of course, there’s always going to be a natural musk, if a man doesn’t work hard to cover his scent… and Lip definitely has a musk. His hole is just… slightly fragrant.

Loose/Tight: Now… I’m not gonna say that he’s never let a woman go back there and explore for a bit… but I don’t think it’s too likely. I mean, Lip is a freak, but I think that — in most cases — he draws the line when he gets flipped around himself.

Carl:

Smooth/Hairy: It’s simple… and kind of embarrassing. Carl just has a hard time growing hair down there. Even in his older years, he’s still pretty much smooth… and he hates it. He hardly has any pubes, and there’s virtually no hair on his ass. You’d better believe that he’s spread himself open and taken a few looks back there, just to see if he’s sprouted any new growth. Of course, he hasn’t yet. How is he supposed to get women to see him as a man if there’s no jungle for them to explore? It’s humiliating.

Smelly/Clean: Carl’s a good guy… but he’s still the kind of person that you have to remind to clean up back there, every now and then… maybe give a lesson on how to groom himself well. He uses the toilet… he farts… he sweats. It’s not that he’s dirty, or lazy… it’s just that he’s not as mindful, or thorough, as he could be. The boy’s got an odor. So what? It’s no big deal. He’s still young.

Loose/Tight: He’s still pretty tight. “Intact” is more the word for it. Of course, he’s played around back there before, just to see what it’s all about — stared at it, spread it open, poked around, attempted to insert some things — but a curious mind is only a curious mind. Carl doesn’t get the hype… but he’s not opposed to a little experimentation in the future. For now though, his back door is shut and locked.

Kev:

Smooth/Hairy: There’s no doubt in my mind that Kev has a naturally hairy ass… or a hairy hole, at least. I mean, I do believe that he takes his manscaping seriously, and is very meticulous about how much hair he prefers to keep back there… but when he slacks up on his grooming, I just know those cheeks and hole start to get bushy.

Smelly/Clean: Again, I think that Kev takes his manscaping seriously… but he’s a big guy, and big guys tend to sweat a lot, and that’s a beautiful thing. Despite his best efforts to stay clean and cover his scent, his hole definitely stays pretty musky. It’s a good musk though. A good stink.

Loose/Tight: Kev is definitely getting his ass worked out on the regular, and he loves it! That man’s ass has taken more poundings from Vee than Mickey’s has taken from Ian, easily.

[moviesludge]

I took some pics (and a video) of the garden today.

biggest development is that the damn hose gun broke and I had to use the overpowered backup. I took it apart and there didn't appear to be anything wrong but it seems like a washer came out somewhere. Anyway, It was difficult to water with the other gun without obliterating the flowers so there was a lot more leaning down and trying to gently squeeze the trigger. Overall went ok. Will be buying another hose gun soon.

As you can see here the windowbox is doing pretty good. I trimmed the lobelia a lot recently so that's why it looks kinda uneven. The dianthus are taking over the whole thing. I pruned a few of them back. you can see the red and yellow celosia cones being kind of miserable but theyre about due to crap out anyway from what I gather.

replanted pot is doing fine. I might have to read up on exactly how to prune the dianthus though because the leaves are so full.

petunias good. I deadheaded this thing about a week ago and was surprised how fragrant and fuzz-sticky the stems are. no new budworms yet.

some cool little cosmos my dad planted. there were poppies too but those seem to have crapped out (some really cool colors too. They were a strange sort of magenta-beige color that faded into white). I think the alyssum is choking everything else out. That stuff grows fast (seen below)

I pruned the replanted lobelia here recently. Lots of hanging stuff that was crispy with no flowers on it. I'm wondering if the alyssum is bogarting the water.

[rubykgrant]

I've been slowly re-doing/adjusting my RVB face designs, and also working on more characters! It will eventually be a LOT, but for now; here are the main Reds, Blues, Freelancers, Doc, plus a bonus of Locus, Flowers, and my OC Poppy (just for the fun of it~). I love designing characters, and playing around with features so everybody has different noses, mouths, chins/jaw-lines, etc. For everybody, I have two versions. The first being their signature armor color, and then their actual people colors. I also wanted to include things like facial hair, glasses, scars, freckles and what-not (like Donut's hearing aide and Carolina's eye shadow, because she can't NOT be edgey haha).

(below is some design descriptions and notes on my thought process for everybody. it is a LOT, don't feel obligated to read it~)

Grif and Simmons both clash and compliment each other not only in personality, but in physical features as well (Simmons is sharp, and Grif is soft). I wanted to show that Simmons actually isn't as scrawny and gawky as he used to be, but he hasn't totally registered that he's finally "grown into himself", or that some muscles have happened (once he does, this unlocks "Confident Simmons", and nobody is safe. for now, he's just too used to feeling awkward). Simmons has a fairly strong jawline, an aquiline nose, and hair the color of red clay. He's had his hair very short and properly styled for many years, but after Chorus it started to grow out, and when he pulled it back to see how much he needed to trim, he realized he liked being a ponytail guy! (also, it isn't visually shown here, but trans Simmons is real~) Grif is a big guy, fat and pretty darn strong with thick limbs, and rough around the edges. He's also handsome and beautiful (not "in spite" of those features, but BECAUSE of them). His features are like a combination of rebellious and charming, with his default expression being chill. He has warm copper brown skin, and hair that reaches his shoulders, dark brown, very thick and wavy (it also magically never gets tangled). You can see where Simmons' cyborg prosthetics match the same area where Grif got his skin grafts, but over the years Grif has sort of "absorbed" the organic material, and the skin is a shade darker than when the surgery was fresh (Simmons himself isn't too terribly pale, but still lighter than Grif). Grif occasionally shaves or lets his beard grow in more full, but usually likes to keep just a little bit of face-fuzz around his chin

Sarge is very boxy and built like a brick. I enjoy the irony of a character who has a very BIG personality being somewhat short in stature, and Sarge is certainly a little bundle of dynamite. Despite his claims of only being 29, he somewhere in his 50s (possibly getting into 60s), but still going strong. I wanted to show the age lines around his mouth and his eyes, so he doesn't just look weirdly "smooth" (this man is basically leather, and proud of it. he also has larger earlobes, and bushy eyebrows). His hair has gone white and gray, kept in a perpetual buzz-cut, and he has some scruffy facial hair. He's broken both his nose and his jaw several times in his life, resulting in some unique shapes. Most of his scars happened years ago when he was younger, but the scar on the side of his head is from getting shot during Blood Gulch. He's rather pale thanks to wearing the armor every day for a few decades. His "solution" was to try and sun burnt on purpose so he'll be RED again, but Donut, Simmons, and Doc stopped him before it got too bad. He typically looks very grumpy and stern, but we all know Sarge is EXPRESSIVE with his emotions

My thought process with Donut was to combine Barbie with GI Joe; very pretty, but also pretty darn strong! He has sort of a "soft diamond" shape to his face and jawline. He looks very sweet, but has the potential to be INTIMIDATING. In the past, his hair was light blonde, but turned a strawberry-brown as he got older. During Blood Gulch, when he got EXPLODED, Donut got some scars on the right side of his face, and the hair in that area never entirely grew back. After finally accepting that he is PINK, Donut has also embraced other aspects of himself, both loving who he already is and enjoying what he wants to be. He doesn't hid his scars, but he styles his hair with a side under-cut and dyes the longer lengths a lighter blonde. He also wears a hearing-aid for his right ear, and his eyebrow on that side is a bit thin too. Donut's mouth naturally makes the "cute kitty shape", and he usually has some shiny chapstick/lip-balm on as well. He likes to get some sun on his skin, but is careful not to tan too much, and always uses lots of lotion

Doc is very "in the middle", not too tall or too short, he's not skinny but not chubby either... however, he's got sort of a sturdy build, very athletic without being too buff. A rounded jawline that ends in a small point with his chin. He has a very high bridge to his nose, making a refined line from his forehead down in profile, with sharper edges at the sides of the nostrils. His skin is a deep brown, and his hair is very dark, kept short, with the curls swept up out of his face. Doc isn't "vain" exactly, but he likes to feel comfortable with himself, and to a certain degree, this involves being satisfied with his appearance. O'Malley also enjoys feeling sort of "cozy" with the hair and what-not, so it is a shared reassurance. Doc wears glasses, and O'Malley absolutely knows how to do the "intense anime glasses thing" when he wants to look DRAMATIC. Something I wanted to show with both of them; Doc has very welcoming and kind vibes, but he is perfectly capable of being a sarcastic little smart-mouth, with a fierce sense of resolve. O'Malley likes to be very over-the-top and appear threatening, but there's potential for him to protective, and even joyful. Again, he looks very in the middle, applying to Doc and O'Malley's attitudes

Kai resembles her brother in many ways, but I wanted to make sure she's still unique to herself. Things they have in common; warm copper skin, thick and wavy hair, and they're both chubby. There is a subtle heart-shape to her face (above around her forehead and hair, and also lower with her jaw). Kai has had fun with lots of different hairstyles through the years, but she's decided to just let it grow out. She's dyed it some crazy colors in the past, without really knowing what she was using, but now Donut helps her coordinate, so she has a gradient going on (darker golden-brown at the roots, lighter shades of brown in the middle, and finally yellow at the ends). To keep it from getting tangles, she usually has her hair tied back, or wrapped up while she sleeps. Kai is somebody who is very aware of what she's physically capable of, in terms of both strength and flexibility. Sometimes she shows off with some interesting party tricks, but also just has a graceful way of moving when she wants to dance (or kick somebody's butt). Everything about Kai is LOUD and PROUD, but that doesn't mean she can't calm down and share quiet moments with the people she cares about. She also has two double sets of earrings; two studs up on her right ear, and two small hoops lower on her left ear

The first rule when drawing Tucker; he is the prettiest. He has fairly long and noticeable eyelashes. His nose has a defined smooth and broad curve to it, giving him a profile that is a bit regal, even heroic. He's one of those people who always looks younger than he actually is (not exactly a "baby face", but naturally youthful, until one day he's just gonna suddenly become a silver fox). He has dark brown skin, and thick black hair (4c), kept a little long at the top, but styled as a fade. He has pierced ears, usually just two studs (but can be more elaborate if he wants to dress up). Tucker is an interesting character; visually, he can very easily be a pretty boy, or a prince charming... but then he starts talking, and you realize how obnoxious and annoying he is. Underneath the flirty attitude and sarcastic jokes, he has genuine concern for others, and a fear that he won't be strong enough to protect people. Underneath THAT, he's a determined and clever person that is capable of doing amazing things. All that is wrapped-up within Tucker. I wanted to see a hint of the charm and smug attitude in his face, but the noble look is in there too. Physically, he's a short-king (manlet), but after training with Wash, Tucker has impressive muscles that combine with some quick reflexes

I imagine Caboose as one of the BIGGER characters. He also has the strongest "huggable vibes" (he's literally friend-shaped, no matter how much Church used to argue this fact). Caboose has a naturally sweet smile, which makes it all the more serious when he's upset (a sad Caboose will break your heart... a mad Caboose might break your arms). As Sarge once said- "He's like an ox!". His skin is a shade of sandy brown. His hair is a deeper brown, very soft and a little bit fluffy (I'm especially happy with how his bangs turned out~). I really wanted to make it clear that while Caboose might be all kinds of adorable, he is indeed a grown man, able to take care of himself, and others as well (he understands things some of them never notice). The curve of his jaw is low and subtle, but also shows how "solid" he is built. Caboose is a hopeful person, and has the will power to MAKE things turn out OK one way or another. No matter how unusual his ideas might be, Caboose is dependable, and intuitively has the strength to be kind on purpose

Wash has kept the beard despite the teasing, which has finally transformed him from looking like a very tired lost teenager into a dad who works at a library (the beardo-fication of Wash~). His hair is mostly a light blonde, more golden brown at the roots and through his facial hair (during Project Freelancer, he had a shock of gray after the Epsilon incident, but it has faded). His skin is a light tan color, covered with MANY freckles, and a few scars on his face (the most recent neck injury isn't visible. the scar above his eye is actually from a skateboarding accident as a kid, but the one across his nose was sometime after Project Freelancer started to fall apart). Although he fusses over other people a lot, Wash is bad at taking his own advice, and tends to not eat or sleep enough. It also didn't help that he had a bad habit of ignoring his own emotional breaking points until he was in the middle of losing control... he's finally learned to recognize certain things, and accept every part of himself (a little punk kid, a dork, Mr Serious, a guy who had a Villain Moment, and somebody who really found where he belongs). Under the beard, he has an angular chin, his nose has a curved swoop shape to it, and he has a defined lower lip

Carolina is one of the few characters we see without armor in the series, so I knew what I was working with, but I also wanted to show how she has changed. Carolina is a naturally intense person with somewhat slender features, and she's worked hard to be VERY strong. Now that she's spent time with this group of goobers, and had some chill lessons from Grif, Carolina is rediscovering how to enjoy herself and be less harsh (remember, she is the BEST. this means she's gonna be the Best Red, the Best Blue, the Best at Being Annoying~). She cut her hair during Iris, a little bit choppy at the time, but later decided to keep it short and give it a cleaner trim. She's dyed it a darker, less vibrant shade of red (I imagine her natural red is a bit more carrot). She still uses heavy eye shadow though! (at this point, it is out of spite toward anybody who everybody who ever said it looked silly; not so silly when she's kicking your but, is it?). She's a bit pale, but with a warm tone to her skin. Most of Carolina's scars came from incidents when she didn't have armor, or was so determined to finish a mission, she didn't care if she got hurt. It isn't visible here, but she doesn't bother with shaving her legs (not to get all deep about it, but Carolina sort of has her own balance with embracing certain aspects of femininity, and also ignoring expectations of "beauty". she knows what she's about, and does what she wants)

These designs for Tex and Church exist within my story-line where they get to return in synthetic human bodies (originally intended for the Director to use for himself and Allison, once he could properly "resurrect" her... which didn't work). DNA samples were used as the basic building blocks, the genetic information was allowed to "randomize" itself. As a result, Tex isn't an identical clone of Allison (just like parents can have more than one child; related, but physically different). Ironically, Tex takes after Allison's maternal grandmother, and so does Carolina. Tex has light skin and blonde hair, which she keeps tied back in a ponytail, with two lengths that frame the sides of her face. Carolina and Tex have the same nose shape, a long bridge that curves up at the end. She considered cutting her hair different, or dying it another color... but she didn't want to constantly worry about "changing" herself to avoid any similarities with Allison. Instead, Tex wants to find out what it means to be HERSELF; which is BIG and BUFF. She's pretty tall with a thick body-type already, so she just had to work on the muscles (also, even with long hair, she still has a "warrior dude" vibe, and she's very proud of it). Tex naturally has a lot of confidence and a rebellious attitude, but she really isn't "mean"... at least, not all the time

Church definitely has some traits that came from the Director... but Church was always a contrary little so-and-so, and even though he had no control over how his body formed, it seemed he was destined to be the "opposite" of what somebody else intended. Church is much shorter than the Director, with a thicker more "chunky" body-type (he puts on some healthy weight later, getting a bit more chubby. he also works on being strong enough to pick Tex up. that was his whole motivation). He has a broader nose, and more squared jaw. He has light skin, but a bit more of a sandy color. The most obvious resemblance is his black hair, which sticks up like a soft hedgehog. He asked Carolina and Tex if he should avoid having facial hair (since they have to look at him, and he doesn't want them to be reminded of any unpleasant memories). They assure him that it's fine, and the hair on his chin kind of suits him (it fact, even through the similarities, they can look at him and just see CHURCH, as he is). Church can be a smug, loud-mouth jerk... but though all his rants full of curse words and insults, he cares very deeply about people. Even though he had some ego-trips, he mostly just thought of himself as "some guy". Now he knows how important he is, not because he's a special and highly advanced AI, but because a lot of people missed him. Now he can actually be with them all again, and just like Epsilon, he has the chance to find out what he's truly capable of (they can still project holographic avatars of themselves, but all of the AI Fragments are back too, and happily spend time in Church's head~). Although they make different expression, Church and Carolina have the same "neutral" shape to their mouths

Poppy was originally sent to a different group of Red and Blue Flag Zealots, meant to identify needed supplies and order more ammunition. She was designated "neutral", and had white armor with tan accents. When the teams ran out of bullets, they kept fighting in non-lethal ways, which Poppy thought was preferable to a clearly pointless war, so she just never put in the order for more. Both teams considered her a friend, playfully fighting over who's side she was on, but never getting mad at her for getting along with them all. After a dangerous incident left her knocked-out and recovering, Temple's group arrived to recruit more Sim Troopers. Poppy's group refused to join. When she woke up, they were all gone. She misses them dearly. Because she's still considered part of the Flag Zealots, the UNSC decided to throw her back into a new training program (which was actually pretty shady and insidious), and that's where she meets Sarge. Poppy has a calm yet sarcastic personality, with a raging inferno of a temper once somebody ticks her off. Perfect for Red Team! Poppy is medium-short, about the same as Doc. She has broad shoulders and strong arms, very sure-footed and versatile when it comes to fighting. A very go-with-the-flow attitude, somebody who can be comforting and encouraging, but isn't shy about showing her emotions. She has a somewhat rounded fact with a short, sturdy chin. Her skin is a light shade of brown, and her long hair is a dark earthy brown. Not pictures is her own prosthetic arm (she's meant to be a "mirror" for Simmons, clever like him, but not a know-it-all. she was the one in the accident, and woke up with cyborg parts. Sarge decides to just adopt her, and this SHOULD immediately make him hater her, but Simmons finds himself feeling pretty fond and protective of Poppy. accidental sibling! also, they're both trans in opposite directions~)

We've seen Locus without armor in a flash-back before Chorus, so I tried to translate that into my style I use here. I imagine that he actually wasn't doing to great Chorus, not eating or sleeping enough, what with the whole crisis involved; thinking of himself as a murder-machine unable to see the worth of kindness or mercy, and THEN recovering enough humanity to be horrified by his actions thus considering himself a monster without a purpose... y'know, that whole song and dance. Anyway, the Reds and Blues force him to be a person again, so he gained some weight back. While he has a very strong jaw, it's kind of low where the angle is (so he doesn't have a "long" chin, but a wide one). He also has pretty defined cheek bones, and other features as well (he wasn't smiling much for a LONG time, but he does indeed have lines on his face that deepen when it happens). He's BIG, burly, and buff... but hopefully looks less harsh than before

I like to imagine that Flowers keeps faking his own death, and has a set of plans outside of what Project Freelancer was trying to do... nothing ever worked out properly. Flowers mainly doesn’t like the idea of people being “thrown away” or treated like they’re worthless, and at his worst, that meant using people for some goal they didn’t choose for themselves. He wouldn’t like to admit it, but… “daddy doesn’t always know best”, and he’s trying to include people on the decisions of these goals now (while the Director and Councilor might have just thrown together Red and Blue teams to mimic the other group who had a nearly endless stalemate going, Flowers picked out the Reds and Blues for Blood Gulch because he LIKED them, and he genuinely thought Alpha would too… in a very twisted way, Flowers founded this family). Nobody entirely trusts him at first, what with all the lying. Plus he keeps talking like a overly cheerful serial killer. He’s an older and distinguished gentleman. Some gray streaks in his hair, which he keeps wrapped up in several small braids that make a flower-shaped bun. Some scars on his body from many missions and fights (including the ax to the shoulder). He has a warm, brown skin, and back tattoo that is just barely visible; orange blossoms. He has a tall and lanky body-type, but even past middle-age he still has thick muscles