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lord-of-the-prompts · 2 years

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DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

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deuynndoodles · 2 months

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[ID: A lineup of the artist's designs for 12 Links. In order of height, from left to right, their nicknames are Tiny, Mask, Sky, Four, Shadow, Sailor, Tracks, Fairy, Glam, Slate, Vet and Rancher.

Tiny (Minish Cap) is 21 and uses he/she. He’s very small and slight. She has a healthy tan, hazel eyes, and wavy, light blonde hair tucked into the classic green windsock hat. He wears the Roc's Cape, a green dress in which the skirt mimics the forest minish’, black leggings, light brown gloves and boots, and a black waist apron. A golden chain strapped to her belt holds kinstones and a charm that resembles Ezlo. He holds up a mallet in his left hand. He has a resting bitch face.

Mask (Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask) is around 12 and uses they/them. They're short and stocky with baby fat still on their cheeks. They have light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and poofy straight blonde hair that goes just past their chin. They wear a Kokiri tunic and boots, a baldric across their chest, a joy pendant and silver earrings. They have the Kokiri sword strapped to their hip and hold the Fierce Deity mask in their left hand, looking off to the side curiously.

Sky (Skyward Sword) is 20 and uses he/him. He's short and stocky, built of healthy fat and muscle. He has light skin, blue eyes, and slightly curly, light brown hair that frames his face and goes to his shoulders. He has a green tunic and gold chainmail, as well as pants, boots and fingerless gloves. His sailcloth is pinned over his right shoulder and his loftwing's feathers are tucked behind his left ear. He has no visible weapons. He has an easy going smile on his face despite being tired.

Four (Four Swords Adventures) is 18 and pronouns match fronter(s). Four is on the thinner and shorter side. Four has light skin, grey eyes, and a short blonde bob pulled back with a dark grey headband. Four wears a white-and-grey four-panel tunic embroidered in gold with the elements and the hilt of the Four Sword. Said blade rests on Four's hip. Four wears a dark grey longsleeve shirt and pants with boots. Four gestures with a hand, looking a bit scandalized and annoyed.

Shadow (Four Swords Adventures) is about 18 and uses he/it. He’s skinny and a bit short. It has light, purplish skin, red eyes, and scruffy purple hair tied in a low ponytail. It has a scar on its left cheek resembling a shattered mirror. He wears a black hood over his black, four-panel tunic, pants and boots, the hood tip flickering with dark magic. It floats with a hand on his hip, the other alight with a dark flame. He smirks, showing off a fang.

Sailor (Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass) is 17 and uses he/it. He’s lean and short. It has light brown skin, brown eyes, and very short curly, light blonde hair tucked into a green bandana. He wears a cyan tunic with the crayfish of his casual wear, a green sash, russet pants and sandals. The Phantom Sword hangs on its hip and it wears various gold jewelry, including a joy pendant. He brandishes the Wind Waker with a confident grin.

Tracks (Spirit Tracks) is 14 and uses she/they. She's a little chubby and of average height. She has brown skin, dark brown eyes, and a short golden bob that frames her cheeks. They wear an engineer’s uniform, stained with soot and oil, a red bandana tied around her neck, and gloves and boots. Her right sleeve is tied just under the shoulder due to her amputated limb. The Lokomo Sword is on their right hip and a chain of keys hangs from their belt. She adjusts her hat with an easygoing grin.

Fairy (Legend of Zelda 1986 and Adventure of Link) is 18 and uses he/fae and mirror pronouns. He’s skinny and a bit lean. Fae has brown skin with freckles, dark brown eyes and chin-length dark brown curls. Faer bangs are clipped out of faer face with barrettes. He wears a short, dark green poncho with 3 rounded points, the back two mimicking fairy wings. Underneath, he wears a green tunic, an orangish-brown longsleeve shirt, and brown shorts and gloves. Fae goes barefoot, faer legs exposed with several bandages and scars on them. The Magic Sword and an empty potion bottle hang from his hips.

Glam (A Link Between Worlds and Triforce Heroes) is 22 and uses he/him. He's fat with some muscle. He has light brown skin with vitiligo and stretchmarks, red eyes and short, curly blonde hair with brown roots, going just past his chin. He wears a long, pastel green dress under a brown and pink apron stained with paint. He wears simple boots and Ravio’s bracelet. He holds the skirt of his dress with his right hand and smiles.

Slate (Breath of the Wild) is 20 and defaults to they/them and is also genderfluid. They're quite skinny and lean, favoring speed over strength. They have light skin with lots of visible scarring, cyan eyes, and long, choppy, dirty blonde hair in a braid that reaches their waist. They wear the champion's tunic, a hylian hood, pants boots and fingerless gloves, and the Sheikah Slate on their hip. They rest their hand on their other hip and give a closed-eyed smile.

Vet (A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages/Seasons, and Link’s Awakening) is 24 and uses she/her. She's a bit skinny, taller than most of the others, with plenty of muscle hidden by baggy clothing. She has warm light skin, purple eyes, and a short pink bob with sidelocks that touch her collarbone. She wears a long green dress, pegasus boots, a brown longsleeve undershirt, and a purple scarf. She has a messenger’s bag over her shoulder, the tempered sword on her hip, the pendants of virtue on a necklace, and various gold jewelry. A decorated cane hangs on her back for when she needs help walking. She has a hand on her bag, looking over her shoulder with a flat face.

Rancher (Twilight Princess) is 19 and uses he/him. He's tall and has very strong arms. He has light brown skin, hazel eyes, and reddish-brown hair that's shorter in the back. He wears an altered version of the ranching outfit, with the green sleeve removed, pants traded for a skirt, and sandals traded for sturdy boots. He has no visible weapons. He looks a bit rugged, with several visible scars (thanks to exposing clothing) and sharp teeth, but is fairly welcoming and friendly in demeanor. He has a hand on his hip and a piece of barley in his mouth. End ID]

updated links meet au!! i didn't touch it at all in the past year but i wanted to start making stuff for it. unfortunately the old stuff was a bit outdated so i updated them

for a long list of personal hcs canon to the au, hit the cut!

Tiny

agender, likes girls (in a relationship with zelda)

talks aloud

was 12 during minish cap, which took about a week

stopped growing at age 12 (during her adventure) due to transformation side effects

resting bitch face and flat effect. tends to come off as apathetic but he cares A Lot

a large part of her magical ability comes from minish magic (transformation side effects)

when he shrinks, he becomes a minish (transformation side effects). this is not what usually happens but he used the portals enough that it did happen

his mallet is charmed to change sizes from something he can use in the forge to a weapon to bludgeon monsters with

has surpassed her grandfather as royal smith

incredibly wary of dark/black magic

Mask

enby and pan (currently has a crush on malon)

signs

was 10-17 for ocarina of time, and got yeeted right back in time to when it started post oot. maybe 6 months later, they set out in search of navi (majora's mask). hyrule warriors also happened about a half year later

common pattern is they get plopped back where they were before the adventure

they aren't very sure of their age and tend to age slide due to this—when asked, they go by physical age (this is why they are roughly 12)

skittish about forming relationships because they fear they'll be forgotten again. they try to act like a little brat to ward people away (surprise: it doesn't work)

as they chill out, they're less hostile but they're still a trickster

transformation side effects really freak them out + they'll try to “fix” it

has an incredible internal clock

Sky

trans and bi, in a polycule with groose and zelda

talks aloud

17 during skyward sword, which took about 10 months

his crimson loftwing isn't “special” bc that's kinda silly (to me). her name is epona

“i miss my bird, tails. i miss her a lot”

refuses to carry a sword around because wielding anything but fi feels strange. he is still the best at swordplay out of all of them, even if he's a bit rusty

the mom friend—but not overbearing, more like he'll fight someone to the death if they hurt his family

nerve damage in his right hand from catching lightning. tremors, pins and needles, etc. doesn't shake when holding a sword, oddly enough

chronic fatigue, narcoleptic

Four

all four speak aloud

16 for four swords adventures, took a little under a year. four and zelda revive shadow when they're 18

four is plural and is not usually in the same body, four does it sometimes for masking purposes (four's not too great at it)

the fronter wears their elemental charm

red (any pronouns, genderqueer, likes girls) is energetic and mischievous. he has the best emotional intelligence of the four. situational arsonist. likes to cook and bake. volunteers at lonlon ranch and dates malon

green (he/him, agender, likes boys) is good at taking charge within the group and is good at management, but sucks when it comes to interpersonal conflict and gets self conscious. he's very aware of his strengths and flaws, and acts accordingly. likes to carve wood, train, and ride epona

blue (she/her, trans girl, lesbian) is headstrong and knows her strengths. she likes to joke and tease but sometimes can go a bit too far. likes to sew, train and spar. dating erune

vio (they/them, nonbinary, greyaroace) is stubborn and dislikes not getting their way. they like to plan and come up with ideas or experiments, which are either great or horrible, no inbetween. they like to read and tend to plants.

Shadow

gendervoid, greyaro pansexual (in a qpr with zelda)

talks aloud

age is a bit questionable. are you 18 if you were mirrored from someone who was physically 16, then you died when you both were 17 and got revived? who knows

recently revived from the dark mirror! he's more or less a hylian now, but with dark magic. not as powerful as during fsa

is really, really close to his links and/or four. they tend to sleep in a dogpile

wears a cloak to protect itself from the sun

usually hostile and assumes the worst of people. conversely, gets attached very easily to people who show it kindness

Sailor

agender, aroace (considering a relationship with tetra)

will cycle between speaking aloud and signing

12 for wind waker which took a little over a year, 15 for phantom hourglass, hyrule warriors hasn't occurred yet

loves to entertain children with dramatized tales of his adventures

still carries aryll's telescope as a good luck charm

loves to brag about how cool its sister is

recycled the hero's tunic into a sash and bandana so it'd actually wear it

replaced the center gem of the joy pendant with a pirate stone! likes to lend stones out when they separate into groups

congenital hard of hearing. was shy as a kid, especially due to widespread sign language being lost with the great flood, but eventually learned how to sign and speak aloud. very good at lipreading. now will never shut up. likes to talk loudly and hear his own voice

Tracks

demigirl, lesbian (dating zelda)

signs. it takes a bit longer because some signs are unavailable

was 12 for spirit tracks, took half a year

enjoys coming up with outlandish tales on how they lost their arm

generally pretty open and friendly, except for when they're tired or pissed off by someone

sees ghosts

Fairy

agender, aroace

signs

was 12 for legend of zelda 1986, which took a year and a couple months, and 16 for adventure of link which took a year

has some fairy blood, when he left calatia at age 10 fairies helped guide him and taught him a bit about magic

shy sweetheart at first, but when fae opens up to you fae likes to play minor pranks and jokes (he, sailor and mask like to team up on pranks)

very good at foraging and other various wildlife skills, yet gets lost even with a map in front of him

Glam

trans and gay (currently single)

tends to speak aloud, signs when exhausted

was 17 for link between worlds, which took a year, and 19 for triforce heroes, which took half a year

is a blacksmith. does everyday supplies like nails, tools, utensils, etc, but can also craft weapons if necessary. forges all his own weapons

he and tiny compare blacksmithing techniques

paints and does art in his off time. it was originally a coping mechanism he, zelda, and the sages attempted, but he ended up really enjoying it and continued afterwards

the stereotypical camp gay. likes ‘feminine’ things like makeup, fashion and skirts

lives with ravio + is married to him for tax benefits/citizenship reasons. they're gay but not for each other

Slate

genderfluid, pan (defaults to they/them, in a qpr with zelda)

signs, uses the slate as augmentative/alternative communication when necessary

was (1)17 for botw, which took over a year and a half

likes to talk about their amazing friends

had plenty of time to confront their trauma and is proud of their land and people for returning after the calamity

knows every nook and cranny of their era's hyrule

doesn't know the difference between edible and poisonous. still manages to make delicious food that no one throws up later

totk is semi-canon, as in a lot of the setup is established, but the actual game events haven't occurred

Vet

trans, lesbian (grieving marin)

usually signs unless she has something to say and nobody's listening to her

kinda bitter due to grief, doesn't talk much unless she's being a know-it-all

hoarder. has lots of duplicate items or items with the most ridiculous purposes

wears marin's necklace under her tunic

as she deals with her trauma, she becomes more animated and sweet. it's not just marin she has to work through, though

also, marin is from the adult timeline just after the great flood and believes link has died. oops!

Rancher

trans, straight

speaks aloud

was 17 for twilight princess, which took a year and a half

still a bit hung up on midna leaving

closeted emo

trying really, really hard to fit into his lifestyle pre-adventure but is failing

knows he looks threatening so he tries to tone it down. it doesn't work all the time, especially when he gets angry

initially hated to leave ordon again, but he finally feels good again so he's conflicted

midna taught him her twili abilities towards the end because she knew she'd have to leave. he's still pretty good at them

sharp teeth and sharp nails (transformation side effects)

note about hyrule warriors: due to its status as not canon in the timeline but the appeal of time shenanigans, i've decided it has a tenuous place in the timeline. it's schrodinger's cat—it happened and a lot of the people involved in the war remember it, but it caused a time paradox, it's not written in the history books, and most peoples' memory of it was erased. hyrule warriors link will not be showing up but he may be mentioned at times.

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dropout-if · 7 months

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Dropout Customization

Due to some questions about MC customization, I have decided to compile all the physical and personality aspects that are selectable about the Dropout.

A reminder that this is all subject to change and that new things may be added (or deleted). Feedback and ideas to further develop MC are encouraged.

Main Ideas

Name Surname Nickname

Sex, Gender, Pronouns (it's possible to customise them), Breast/Pecs, Penis/Vagina (If MC is transgender, their transition takes place while they're away) Title (Ms. / Mr. / Mx.)

Virginity or lack thereof.

If MC is trans (when they realized about it [high school, middle school, college] and if they told their family // the ROs already know, as MC told Uma and J, and word spread).

Birthday which establishes the Dropout's age as either 21 or 22 depending on the season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter)

Major (Engineering, Biology, Chemistry, Computer science, Law, Economics, Education (in relation to science/maths/etc), Mathematics, Physics, Psychology). The Dropout's Major affects flavor text. These options are the ones approved by the Dropout's parents, though it's possible for MC to express interest in other degrees/topics (music, art, English, anthropology, archeology, classical studies, history).

Reason behind dropping out (MC got kicked out (they were caught cheating) MC didn't get a high enough GPA and dropped out / MC never even wanted to go to college and ultimately decided they wanted out / MC didn't fit in (they were discriminated, lonely, etc) though they really liked college / MC originally liked their degree and college but gradually lost interest in the entire thing / MC never liked their degree and decided to drop out / Something specifically related to mental health (mainly anxiety) / Impostor's syndrome.) This affects flavor text.

2 Coping Mechanisms (Alcohol, Tobacco, Drugs, Sleeping around, Avoidance, Overspending, Humor, *Hobby (overworking self) [Anger, Fake/forced happiness, Sadness, Indifference].) Each coping mechanism opens a variable and a storyline. You can choose two, though choosing one related to emotional responses [between brackets] automatically blocks out the others.

2 Hobbies (Singing, playing an instrument, songwriting, creative writing, drawing, sketching, sculpting, acting, photography, soccer, football, swimming, basketball, gymnastics, boxing, judo, karate, taekwondo, kickboxing, going to the gym, cooking/baking, dancing [ballet, contemporary dance, modern], yoga.) This affects flavor text and scenes.

Job (Bartender [Wanda, Statler is also around often], Cashier [Statler], Columnist [J (+Kai if poly)], Caregiver [Kai], Waiter/Waitress [Uma (+Travis if poly)], Tutor [Travis]) Each job gives you more time with a certain RO, as well as unlocking a storyline.

Personality Stats

Playful/Serious Honest/Dishonest Friendly/Rude Introverted/Extroverted Laid-back/Uptight Cynical/Idealistic Flirty/Reserved Family oriented/Individualistic

Others: Insomnia, Migraines

Physical Appearance

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well. This affects flavor text.

Height (very tall, talk, average, short, very short)

Skin tone (ebony, dark brown, light brown, russet, golden, olive, honey, tawny, tanned, fair, rosy, ivory.) Choosing any skin tone gives you the possibility of choosing to be a poc (idea I stole from Mila, @beyondthegame)

*Build (scrawny, skinny, lithe, lean, muscular, chubby, curvy, hourglass).

*Hair color (max 3 tones, 1 base and other 2) (possible to return home with a mess of dye for Maude to fix. NATURAL (Ashen blonde, Sunflower blonde, Strawberry blonde, Caramel, Honey brown, Chocolate brown, Copper, Auburn, Ruby red, Midnight brown, Jet black, Ebony black) NON-NATURAL (Pink, Violet, Lilac, Blue jade, Vermilion red, Snowy white, Silver, Emerald green, Canary yellow, Bleached).

Hair texture (kinky, very coiled, coiled, curly, wavy, slightly wavy, straight)

*Hair length (ear-length, chin-length, shoulder-length, below shoulder-length, chest-length, waist-length)

*Hair style (SHORT/MEDIUM: natural, side-parted, mullet, layered, bob, ponytail, twin ponytails, buzz fade, slick back, messy, wolf cut, bun. LONG: natural, high/low ponytail, messy, shaggy, California waves, a half updo, side-swept, bun, braid, twin braids, twin ponytails).

*Eye color (albino red, dark blue, light blue, dark green, light green, hazel, amber, chestnut brown, chocolate brown, black, grey).

Others

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well. This affects flavor text.

*Glasses (yes, no, contacts)

*Facial hair (No/shaved. Stubble, full beard, goatee, ducktail,van dyke, garibaldi, mustache, soul patch, light beard).

Scars, can choose as many as possible (Back, chest, abdomen, upper and lower arm, thigh, knees, calf, mouth area, neck, cheek, hands, eye area, shoulder)

*Tattoos (One big in X body area, patch-like bodysuit, bodysuit, one/two sleeves, just legs, a few tattoos all over, a small in X place).

*Piercings (Ears [helix, lobe, industrial], navel, tongue, nose ring and septum, eyebrow, lips, smiley, nipples, genital)

Dimples

Braces

Freckles (face, body, both)

Beauty mark, multiple (under eye, over lip, neck, body)

*Outfit/Style (streetwear, alternative, cute, preppy, casual, formal, business casual, dark academia, messy, boho/eclectic, comfortable)

*Bedroom, at family home and at new apartment (messy, colorful, emo, basic, boho, modern, industrial, vintage, minimalist, cute)

*Diet (vegan, vegetarian, pescetarian, keto, meat-eater, lactose intolerant)

Family pet (small/large dog, cat, fish tank, hamster/rabbit/guinea pig, cockatiel/parrot/canaries)

Characters

Closeness to all family members (tight-knit, close, so-so, cold, barely any relationship)

Same with the friend group

Crush on Statler during high school (yes/no)

'Popularity' during high school and college (popular, social butterfly [got along with many people but wasn't part of the popular groups], normal, loner, outcast [somewhat antagonistic in a way/rebel].)

#dropout if #dropout #cog wip #cog #choice script #hosted games #interactive fiction wip #interactive fiction #mc #gameplay

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non-plutonian-druid · 19 days

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[ID: Three drawings of the four main characters of the podcast Midnight Burger, in three different outfits. Ava is a fat woman with short brown hair and light skin. She has a sleeve of tattoos on her left arm and a smaller band of tattoos on her right. Gloria is a chubby woman with medium dark skin and dark brown curly hair. Caspar is a tall skinny man with light skin and short sandy brown hair. Leif is a sturdy man with light skin and dark brown hair. It covers one eye, and the tips are dyed purple.

The first image, Ava and Gloria are wearing day clothes; jeans and a t shirt. Caspar is wearing slacks and a button down and Leif is wearing a chef's outfit. In the second, Ava has added a lab coat, and Caspar and Gloria have added an apron and nametag. Leif is wearing casual clothes; jeans and a t shirt that says "Aliens want me fish fear me". In the third, Ava is wearing pyjamas; a nightgown with a cat on it and bunny slippers. Gloria is dressed in a homemade fur coat over her usual outfit from her time in the freezer. Caspar is wearing cargo shorts and a floral vacation shirt, and Leif is instead Old Leif, wearing spacefuture coat and pants. His hair is graying and he has a mustache, and his hair is dyed teal instead of purple. End ID.]

I've been listening to a podcast called Midnight Burger which I really like, it has big Doctor Who energy lol. I have purposely avoided any and all fan-or-canon appearances for these characters that might be out there and gosh have i missed making character designs!

#midnight burger #midnight burger podcast #fanart #digital art #my art #leif gave me so much trouble lol #eveone else's design came together super fast #but i drew so many iterations of leif before i decided i would be giving him emo hair and calling it good #mucklewains not present mostly because zebulon is ALSO giving me trouble #this is sparked because of an idea for animation i had but no promises on that #a little bit bc getting the section i want downloaded has been a trial and a half rip #but also just in general its to early to say how far ill get

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chaibewriting · 1 year

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A DOLLAR MAKE ‘IM HOLLER! (( pt. one ))

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! bakugou katsuki

-> NOTES: sanemi and bakugou are basically the same person but in different fonts and i don’t think anyone can convince me otherwise???

-> WARNINGS: she/her pronouns for reader, afab reader, violence, misogyny, piggy as a pet name, noncon touching, sanemi is an asshole and a creep, bakugou is a sarcastic dick and a creep.

THE sky is on the edge of darkness, the inky blue hues threatening to spill over into the horizon. This particular neighborhood that you’re starting to call home is a little on the… raunchy side. Infested with gangs and criminals, garbage cans fostering fire meant to keep the homeless warm. The streets weren’t exactly the safest place to be but that didn’t matter, it was all that you could afford at the moment but that may change if you play your cards correctly.

Y’see, in this raunchy place you live in, you were currently working as the store manager for a restaurant that specialized in a few different things, mainly tits and wings, maybe a little ass on the side if you looked from the right angle. Another name for the establishment would be referred to as Hooters, a place where women could work with a little less clothing than most waitresses but a bit more clothing than your average stripper. It was an empowering place to work at as long as the patrons kept their hands to themselves— which was a rarity.

This particular franchised store was welcoming to all walks of women which has been a turning point for you, considering how often Hooters likes to stick to hiring the slimmer women, not that it was a bad thing. However, it was refreshing to see how the Hooters you managed had a variety of women working there, some short, some tall, some average, some skinny, some thin, some fat, some thick, some Black, some Brown, some White, some Asian… No one was left out, all they needed was to show they were a hard-worker and could prove that they wouldn’t fuck around on the clock too much. You were on the chubbier side yourself so the environment only seemed to invite you in more.

You had an every day shift of eight hours, sometimes going over the clock to help open and close up shop but you weren’t complaining nonetheless. It was getting a little closer to closing time but you still had some hours to go before you could leave, everything was going particularly well with little-to-no-incidents.

Unfortunately, though you were currently unaware of this since you had been in the back helping with things, the night was soon going to take a turn for the worse.

“Boss, we’ve got trouble in the front, but- you should be careful. They’re from The Explosivos,” a voice said from behind you, causing you to turn and peek at the voice of who had spoken. One of the hostesses, Pony had approached you, a little nervous about whatever she’d just witnessed.

You stood up straight after setting a box of napkins down onto the storage room floor before approaching her, “Huh? What happened?” The two of you then began to walk back to the eating area as she explained what had happened.

“Chlöe made a mistake and pissed off the customers. All she did was give them the wrong meal order and one of them started yelling at her. I tried to calm the situation down but they told me to get the manager so— yeah.”

You nodded at her words and then glanced around, trying to find who had been causing the ruckus, “What table?”

Before Pony could answer you, a crash was heard along with the sound of something cluttering to the floor, along with a shout. “YOU DUMB BITCH, I ASKED YOU TO GET ME A NEW ORDER. Are you FUCKIN’ stupid?”

You snapped your head towards the loud noise and watched a well-dressed man with scars on his face and silver hair lift his hand, about the strike one of your servers. Moving towards them at the speed of light, you grabbed the man’s hand in mid-air and stopped him from slapping Chlöe across the face. Said girl had shut her eyes and began cowering in fear, preparing for the impact that never came.

The stranger stared you down, his unblinking eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he kept eye contact with you, attempting to psych you out. His expression held anger but then twisted up into a sinister grin before he spoke in a low voice, leaning in so that he was only a mere few inches away from your face, his eyes boring into yours, “What’s this? A little piggy coming to the rescue? I’ll destroy you.”

With a flex of his forearm, he removed his wrist from your grip but kept the closing distance between the both of you, his eyes running their way over your body as you remained silent and willed. His eyes lingered on your chest for a bit longer before he scoffed, no doubt having noticed your name tag. “Ah, so you’re the manager here. I was expecting to talk to someone a little more logical— a man, perhaps.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. This is a business ran by women, made for adults mainly. We don’t usually allow children in here but somehow you managed to get seated,” you replied, pretending to be shocked, “I think we may need to amp up the rules for this establishment.” His smile dropped from his face and he squinted at you, the corner of his lip quirking up in irritation, “Whadyou just sayta me…? Repeat it.” You stared right back at him and then sighed, stepping away from him to place your hands onto Chlöe’s shoulders. She had been standing there behind you, shaking like a leaf. “Take the rest of the night off, and tomorrow if you need to. I’ll handle this, okay?” She stared at you and then looked at the man who was staring daggers into the back of your head, her eyes then flickering to the blond at the table who’d been watching the scene unfold. She then squeaked before nodding and scurrying off, as much as she wanted to stick around so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the two of them on your own, she was scared shitless and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

At this point, you had just realized a few patrons had stopped to watch what was going on which meant you had to clean this up quickly before it dragged on too long. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir,” you paused when a second well-dressed man suddenly shifted around in the booth, scratching the back of his head a few times, before you finished what you were saying “Oh excuse me, I meant sirs.” “For what reason?” The blond spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave you a questioning look.

You made a face at him, almost silently asking him if he was being serious. And when he made no change in expression you cleared your throat and spoke again, “Well, you’re disturbing the other customers. You threatened violence against one of my employees and—“

Stopped in your tracks by a sudden grip on your chin, you yelped in surprise when the bug-eyed man turned your face to his, squeezing your cheeks stopping you in the middle of your sentence. “Y’know who we are, dontcha, piggy?” The unnamed man questioned, lavender orbs glancing over your face as he watched you register the predicament you were in. He then let go of your face, giving you the time to recollect yourself before he was expecting an answer.

When he let go, you rubbed at your face that stung a little from having him grip onto your face in such a way, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d left some bruises on your skin.

“Am I supposed to know or even care?” You spat, slowly losing your patience with every coming second. “Y’know what? Get the fuck out before I call the police.”

“Call ‘em. They ain’t gonna come to some shitty neighborhood like this. Plus, we own this area,” the blond spoke up, tilting his head ever so slightly, a grin spreading over his face, “It’d be in your best interest to give us a refund if you know what’s good for you, pretty piggy.”

You squinted at the weird compliment, shaking your head at him, “Fine. If it’ll get you the hell out of here.” Turning your head, you called for Pony to get the receipt for the table as well as the money that was owed. She quickly did as you said and scurried over to you like a newborn deer before hurrying away again. It was thanks to a recent uptake in dine-n’-dashers that your franchise has started requiring for payment upfront immediately after orders were made. It seemed like a surefire way to keep the restaurant from being stolen from, but you were starting to question if you should keep the policy going. When you turned back to the two males, the man who’d grabbed your face like he was trying to examine your teeth held out of his hand, awaiting the refund. You hesitantly placed the bills and change into his hand, about to put your hand back at your side when he drops the cash and grabs your hand instead, pulling you towards him flush against his front, his other hand on the small of your back.

“Gimme your number too and I’ll leave, piggy,” he grinned, blinking once as he moved his hand from your back to the curve of your ass, feeling you up, “Promise.~”

This fucking man… who did he think he was?

You’ve had enough of him.

With a few swift movements, and the use of some defense classes you’ve taken, you’ve turned the man around and held one arm behind his back, slamming his face down onto the table to keep him in place.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to touch people without their permission you fucking asshole?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

He said nothing, more shocked by how quickly you had managed to overtake him when he left his guard down. A chuckle and the sound of a few clicks soon rang in your ears and you looked up, seeing that the blond man had started taking pictures of your compromised position, a look of amusement on his face, “Wow, never seen him get tossed around like that before. Consider yourself lucky. Or, perhaps… unlucky.” The male’s use of words caused your brows to furrow in confusion, why was he speaking in riddles?

Since you were a bit too distracted by attempting to decipher the blond’s words, you failed to fold the man down who’d you pinned down to the table, and the tables, literally, turned. He had broken from your hold and stumbled back before standing still yet again, glaring down at you like he was on the very edge of murdering you with his bare hands. The intensity of his gaze caused you to flinch but you quickly sprung back, glaring back at him with your own death glare, waiting for him to try something.

“If ya wanna get froggy with me, then fucking hop already, jackass.” You threatened, your tone remaining calm, though you couldn’t hide the way your knees trembled a tad bit, almost as if they were about to give out beneath you. The staring contest continued for a bit longer, the rest of the restaurant quietly watching in interest at what had been unfolding nearby. Talk about a dinner and a movie.

Neither of you were the first to move, instead, the male that was still seated slid out of the booth, pocketed the refunded cash on the table, and elbowed his comrade as he started heading towards the door. Taking the hint, the silveret who’d been staring you down flared his nostrils before straightening up and moving to exit as well, but not without a final word. “Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time you’ll see me, piggy. Bet your bottom dollar.” And with that, he left, leaving you to clean up their mess while also profusely apologizing to your other customers.

-> AUTHOR NOTES: yooooo, it’s been a while since i’ve posted anything on this account, but that’ll change soon enough. i’m excited about how this is going to progress. this reader in particular isn’t your typical reader and she sure as hell ain’t gonna let some weirdos try and kidnap her without a fight. stay tuned! taglist is always open, feel free to comment, reblog, or dm me to lemme know if ya wanna be added. and if you’re too shy to do that but still wanna keep updated on updates for this multichapter story— follow me or turn on the notifications for this post! thanks!

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witchofhimring · 4 months

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HotD ✨Cat edition✨

Note: I keep seeing cat editions of characters in different fandoms. I will be stealing that idea now.😗

You had been hired to work at a cat café for some extra cash. It sounded like a brilliant idea at first. Being surrounded with adorable little furballs and making money. Great!

No.

Because you were not prepared for the evil you would have to face.

Rhaenyra:

Cat species:

Persian Longhair

Description:

Slightly chubby. Long silver fur. Wide blue eyes with luxurious eyelashes. Has an enormous bushy hair used to swat Otto her enemies. Pink nose. A very pretty kitty.

Personality:

Absolute Princess Complex. She is the most important kitty in the world and you better know that. Feeding time? Her first. Hair not perfect? You better brush it. Many a time she has swatted cats and kittens out of her way. Anything to get that kibble. Her way to get your attention is jumping onto you lap and pawing at you.

She has a more friendly side. When you first met Rhaenyra she was stand offish, looking down at the peasants humans bellow. For weeks you would see her blue eyes looming out from the darkness. At about the three week mark Rhaenyra started to come up to you. A pet here. A pet there. And then she was suddenly all over you. She is actually a very cuddly kitty once she gets to know you. When you have a bad day she will come up and settle on you lap as comfort.

Alicent:

Cat species:

Mancoon

Description:

On the smaller end of the size scale. Brownish red fur that is slightly wavy. Huge brown eyes that look into your soul. Face constantly looks like she's sad.

Personality:

Very shy. It was about two months in when you first caught sight of her. Because she is shy Alicent spends most of her time in the boss's office. She is very peculiar about touching. You have to pet her a certain way or it is bye bye. Does not like to be picked up and it is very rare for her to sit on anyone's lap. Loves personal space. Her bed is hidden away and she shares with no one, except Aemond or Helaena.

Viserys:

Cat species:

Persian longhair

Description:

Skinny with long but thin strands of hair. Has a few bald spots. Has narrow watery blue eyes. His whiskers nearly droop to the floor. Owns a stain that drags behind him as he walks.

Personality:

Sleepy. Boy likes to have his beauty sleep. He's a bit shy but not as much as Alicent. Because of his health he stays in the back room. When you have breaks he will snuggle against you and sleep. Sometimes he's a bit grumpy from the medication. Viserys is a mostly good cat. Not too naughty and enjoys being pampered.

Demon Daemon:

Cat species:

a demon Persian longhair

Description:

Thin, lanky. Narrow blue eyes. Large front paws. Tail is slightly crooked and bobs as he walks. Shinny silver fur that he is very vain about.

Personality:

That cat is evil incarnate. He will look deep into your eyes and bat away a cup of tea right onto the floor. Somehow attracts a gaggle of admirers who thinks him destroying ornate pillows adorable. You know what is also adorable? When you have to fix said pillows.

If he's not destroying property then he plays the "catch me" games. Will rub non stop against you. But the second you bend down to touch him Daemon is gone. Then when you go back to your job he is back again, the crashing of a $40 mug announcing his arrival.

Otto:

Cat species:

Mancoon

Description:

Thin hairs that stick up, crooked whiskers. Has tiny brown eyes that constantly look like they are judging you (because he is). Very thin but large.

Personality:

Unsettling. Sometimes you questioned if he even was a cat. He slinks around the room and will not let anyone touch him. Spends most of his time on a perch glairing down at the servants little people bellow. Hates Rhaenyra for whatever reason.

Laena:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

Black kinky hair that is short. Small and light of her feet. Has big brown eyes and enormous ears.

Personality:

A very sweet girl. Very popular with the customers. Probably one of the few cats that doesn't start fights with the other cats. That being said she is very picky about food. Will stick her nose up at certain kibble if it is not up to her standards. Will not play with toys roughed up by other cats.

Laenor:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

Curly black hair, surprisingly long for a Devon Rex. Wide brown eyes and tiny whiskers.

Personality:

Pretty friendly. He sometimes likes to follow you around. Prefers adults and will usually go up to someone when they arrive. Doesn't cause any problems.

Corlys:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

Curly and surprisingly poufy hair. Straight whiskers that never seem to bend. Large paws with sharp claws (you once tried to trim his nails and people could hear his wails across the street). Brown eyes.

Personality:

Vert stern. He acts like the general of a military base. Marches up and down the entrance, eyeing everyone who comes in. Acts as a sort of peace keeper between Otto and Daemon. He does let people pet him but will not be picked up. He will only sit on your lap if you are a frequent customer or employee/boss.

Rhaenys:

Cat species:

Devon Rex

Description:

White curls adorn her body. Her ears are huge and her blue eyes have a water quality to them. Delicate features but do not let that fool you.

Personality:

You swear if she was a person Rhaenys would be one of those posh ladies that lived in your neighborhood. Prefers the company of ladies and will sit like a little person on a chair. Only likes to be pet on the head. When she thinks no one is looking Rhaenys bats around a little a little pink ball.

Harwin: (Dishonorable mention)

Cat species:

British Shorthair

Description:

A heavy set boi. Brown fur and deep brown eyes. A slightly squashed face. A small but surprisingly powerful tail.

Personality:

A sneaky bad boy that sneaks inside and is the cause of more work (aka the kittens he fathered). Is not one of your cats. Bad boy snuck in an got Rhaenyra pregnant. Kept sneaking in afterwards and boom, suddenly three new kittens. You later discovered that he had been living quite comfortable in Rhaenyra's hidey hole, only coming out when you were not looking. It was only when he decided to come out and steal a customers feather boa that you discovered Harwin, a stream of pink feathers in his wake.

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stagnation-if · 5 months

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hello, hello! can we please have some descriptions of what the ros look like and what their dynamics will be with mc? or can be if we get multiple personality types with mc! thank you!

Here you go!

Below the cut because it's long lol kgkskf

I don't have time atm but I'll make a proper intro for all the ros

Dawn

Hair: messy and ear-length (she cut it after a Saturday night meltdown a while back). Half of it is dyed purple, and the other half is naturally black Eyes: Dark brown. Dawn uses contact lenses Height: 163 cm Build: Scrawny Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: Dawn has a few piercings. Her arms are covered in tattoos.

Personality: resilient, quick-witted and determined. Dawn knows what she wants (to get rid of Seth) and she knows how to get it (using MC). She's never hidden her intentions, or lied about her objective. Dawn's distaste for deities is evident since the moment MC meets her, and she seems to faintly rejoice in reminding them. A very intelligent woman, Dawn loves street racing and causing some trouble online. She ‘works’ as a hacker.

Tropes: Rivals to friends to lovers, Forced proximity, (possible) Rivals with benefits.

Bruno

Hair: cropped short, dark brown/nearly black hair. Eyes: Light brown. Bruno uses glasses. Height: 181 cm Build: Average and soft, a bit chubby Skin: Bronze Race: half Hispanic, half East Asian

Personality: neurotic, idealistic and uptight. Otherwise known as MC's companion in jail, Bruno has been recently caught for a crime that is a product of his own very uncharacteristic and rare ambition: knowledge. He's a very intelligent individual, although not particularly assertive. This historian and divorced dad knows more about MC than he lets on, though Bruno insists he was just at the wrong time at the wrong time.

Tropes: Devotee/Worshipper X Deity, (Bruno's) Strangers to friends to lovers, Parent RO.

A Moonless

Hair: long (f!A, middle back / m!A and nb!A, shoulder-length), jellyfish cut. It's naturally brown with a colorfully dyed front. Eyes: Hazel. Height: f!A and nb!A, 170cm / m!A, 177cm. Build: Skinny Skin: Tan Race: Indigenous (unknown) Other: A has a few tattoos on their arms and legs.

Personality: caring, playful and a bit temperamental. Despite their new, much more modern look, A is and acts just like a human MC once knew and loved, Zain. A is protective of those they care about, and they're never afraid to speak their mind. They're Dawn's coworker at the Speakeasy, where VR services are offered to its clients.

Tropes: One-sided (MC) pining, Apparently reincarnated old flame/friend.

A’s hair inspo:

Vex

Hair: Buzz cut. Eyes: Naturally light brown, V has modified them to have synth eyes (they're a very pale green, with a faint glow). Height: 186 cm Build: Athletic Skin: Honey brown Race: Southeast Asian Other: More than half of V’s body has been modified. Their arms and legs are synthetic.

Personality: dependable, loyal and stoic. Vex is Dawn's older sibling, and while their relationship is not at its best, Dawn will always be V’s sole priority. They might not be the most affectionate person in the world, but when Vex cares they're willing to defy every norm they so dutifully abide. They've worked as a law enforcer for Lord Seth and the government for a few years.

Tropes: (V's) First love, Mutual pining, Slow burn.

Eris

Hair: coiled light brown afro. People know and recognize Eris by the wigs she wears, among which a white shoulder-length bob is the most iconic. Eyes: Dark brown. Eris often uses colored contact lenses (mostly pink, white and blue). Height: 173 cm Build: Skinny and slightly lean Skin: Ebony Race: Black Other: Eris has a few body modifications. Her left arm isn't flesh but metal.

Personality: charming, humorous and flirty. Eris (real name: Estelle Lawrence) is a celebrity in every sense of the word. She knows just what to say and how to say it, she's likable, friendly and very talkative. Beneath the public persona everyone adores, Eris is a complete mystery.

Tropes: Strangers to friends to lovers, (optional) friends with benefits, (optional, stc) Fake relationship.

Seth

Hair: long dark brown, with a few braids Eyes: light brown with golden specks Height: 193 cm Build: Lean, very muscled Skin: Olive Race: Middle Eastern Other: has a short beard

Personality: blunt, practical, and very reckless. Seth acts before he thinks (a trait that he and everyone find quite inconvenient) and seems to hate planning ahead. The God of War has a very dry/deadpan sense of humor. MC remembered him to be more outgoing, but Seth’s cold-hearted reputation precedes him.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Immortal love, Wrong place wrong time, (possible) ex-friend or ex-crush.

#stagnation if #stagnation #dawn #bruno #a moonless #eris #vex #seth

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chubby-kiyo · 4 months

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And finally, Killing Harmony appearance/gender /sexuality headcanons

Kaede Akamatsu - (She/Her Bi, female pref) Chubby and has stretch marks on her hips and stomach. Round baby face, and wears cute pink lipgloss. She also has a little nose ring.

Rantaro Amami - (He/They, pan) He’s a bit chubby (wow, my bias is showing) and has kind of thick thighs compared to most amab people. Wavy hair a bit longer than canon that he sometimes puts in a baby ponytail. Pierced nostril and tongue.

Kirumi Tojo - (She/Her, grey asexual, pan?) Midsized and kind of pear shaped with slightly muscular arms and long legs. Long, elegant hands and clear skin. Oblong face, longer pointy nose. Can’t tan to save her life. Occasionally wears black lipstick.

Ryoma Hoshi - (He/Him, aroace) Can we just knock it off with the random cartoony designs that don’t fit the rest of the aesthetic? He is still short and chubby, but in a humanoid way. Curly light brown hair and bushy eyebrows. Round face with freckles. Some scars on his knuckles from his prison days.

Angie Yonaga - (She/Her, Pan) Pretty average build. Soft tum and smallish boobs. Thick wavy hair that can get pretty gnarly and usually has some acrylic paint stuck in it. Also wipes her paintbrushes on her bare legs when she’s feeling lazy. Gold nose hoops and medusa piercing. Wears brown tinted lipgloss.

Tenko Chabashira - (She/Her, Lesbian) Athletic with lean muscle and somewhat broad shoulders. Tapes her knuckles for training sometimes and has short stubby hands. Doesn’t shave. Canine teeth that somewhat turn inward and look like fangs.

Korekiyo Shinguuji - (They/Them, pan) Tall and gangly skinny in an unhealthy way. No real muscle definition and shitty posture. Oblong face with a larger nose and somewhat crooked teeth (not that anyone could see that) Long bony hands that are always ice cold. Deathly pale and wears eyeliner and mascara. Wears reading glasses. Stretched ears.

Gonta Gokuhara - (He/Him, pan) Hella buff, but not necessarily chiseled. Still soft in some places (gives excellent hugs). His glasses are probably taped on the side due to his clumsiness. Tangled hair that absolutely cannot be tamed and a few accidental freeform locs in the mix. Sizable front tooth gap and full lips.

Miu Iruma - (She/Her horny pan) Plus sized with an extra fluffy hourglass figure. Stretch marks on her chest and hips. Clothes almost always stained with motor oil and sut. Dark brown roots that are a bit overgrown. Freckles and a round face with thick lips. Always wears lipgloss. Keeps a tube in her bra and pulls it without shame. Monroe and tongue piercings.

Kokichi Ouma - (He/Him, gay) A scrawny little pipsqueak. Has braces and sometimes spits when he talks. Ridiculously tiny hands and feet, has to wear children’s shoes. Absolutely cannot tan. Will sometimes wear makeup like a harlequin clown. Cartilage and nostril piercings.

Kaito Momota - (He/Him, bi female pref) Stocky build with muscular arms and broad shoulders, kind of linebacker-esque. I hate the way his hair is designed, but I feel like it would be kind of a straight wolf cut if he let it down. Will sometimes have a man bun. Hairy arms and ham hands. Pierced ears and eyebrow.

Maki Harukawa - (She/Her grey ace, female pref) Athletic build. Flat chested and barely defined waist. Heart-shaped face and widows peak hairline. Scars on her arms. Just really soft facial features that she kind of hates. Hates shaving her legs.

Shuichi Saihara - (He/They, FtM, bi male pref) A little bit pudgy and has thicker thighs. Binds, but is naturally fairly small chested. Wears eyeliner, and has long, thick eyelashes even without mascara. Pin straight hair. Round face and soft lips. Dark circles under his eyes. Has septum and industrial piercings and small stretched ears.

Himiko Yumeno - (She/Her, asexual, sapphic) She looks like she’s in middle school and is a bit chubby. Has perpetually rosy cheeks and crooked teeth in an endearing way. Very fine hair.

Tsumugi Shirogane- (She/Her, asexual) Midsized with pretty even weight distribution. Wavy, thick hair. Somewhat large forehead. Honestly I don’t have much to add to her canon design.

Kiibo - (They/He, aroace, no concept of gender) He is a robot. His “skin” is made of silicone and he has humanlike glass eyes. His hair is nylon and pokes into his little head like a doll. His design is extremely detailed with him even having eyelashes and enamel teeth. Has an internal heater to make his “skin” warm, kind of like baymax. And no, he didn’t come with a dick, though Iruma did patent one.

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zorubark · 6 months

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My headcanons for how the human counterparts of the TADC cast(mostly their appearence)

Kaufmo: He's a guy with a big belly and thin limbs, light skin, small eyes, long head, linguini nose, chubby linguini from ratatouile, short straight hair, somewhat crooked teeth, above average height but not short, downturned eyes, green-brownish eyes

Pomni: Bob cut with straight bangs, brown hair, a mole on the cheek, fat(to me Pomni irl is fat and nothing will change my mind), wears her work uniform at home, big eyes, eyebags, short, round eyes, brown eyes

Ragatha: Acne scars, wavy or curly hair, tall, blind in one eye(my dad is also blind in one eye :3), high nose bridge, upturned eyes, green eyes, redhead

Jax: Tall, brown skin, monolids, short curly hair, yellow teeth, NO JAUNDICE, amber eyes, wears overalls irl but with a colorful 90s sweater, skinny, when he smiles his gums show a bit

Kinger: Skrunkly middle aged man, wrinkles, blond, long skrunkly beard, long hair(somewhat skrunkrly), skinny needs to eat more, only puts his glasses on to read and doesn't use them otherwise, hooded eyes, blue gray eyes with brown near the black pupil

Queenie: Chubby, dark skin, straight dark brown hair, downturned eyes, brown eyes, mole near her left eye, big eyelashes that form a kinda spiky shape, latina(I don't know which country, there are too much cool countries to choose and y'know, I'm brazilian so I'm resisting the urge), uses a ponytail, middle aged, has wrinkles

Gangle: Black, braid ponytails tied with red ribbons, monolids, big lips, her face gets reddish-brown when she cries(this happens to my friends), has a bunch of skin tags, taller than pomni but still kinda short, thin, no boobs, no butt(I don't know how to say her body type without it sounding weird, I'm so sorry)

Zooble: Has arm and leg prosthetics, has a prosthetic eye, short curly hair, black, almond eyes, wears colorful 90's clothing, mismatched garments, full body, colorful jacket, forgets where she left her walking prosthetic leg so she uses the running prosthetic leg thinking it's gonna be fine to use just for a while but they walk wonky and theys till can't find the other leg and they want to walk and it's a horrible loop

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cursedonyx · 8 months

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Hey, can you please write an interaction between Professor Fig and Sebastian? I always see Sebastian around Fig's classroom.

Gosh, this was really open-ended so I wasn’t sure which direction to go in! But I think we can all agree that Professor Fig is a great guy and Sebastian needs ALL the hugs.

Word Count – 3.1k

Warnings – Mild angst, I guess? Some comfort.

Set in Sebastian's 4th year at Hogwarts, a few months after Anne was cursed.

It was a cool autumn morning, the kind of morning where the air is crisp and hits the back of your nose with an almost minty sharpness. Eleazar Fig stood at the window in his classroom office, staring out over the grounds of Hogwarts Castle, admiring the turning of the leaves. This time of year was Miriam’s favourite, watching the lush greens slowly becoming butterscotch, marmalade and strawberry jam. She loved to describe things like food, as well. He hoped she’d write soon.

He smiled, rubbing the silver wedding ring on his finger, twisting it around. It was certainly good weather for the start of the weekend, and if he was any judge, the students would be outside, making the most of the last vestiges of warmth before autumn truly took over.

He turned, eyeing the papers on his desk with a light sigh. Essays to grade, letters to write, negotiations with Minister Spavin to plan. He gave a soft chuckle. They could wait a few more hours. A stroll around the grounds would be just the thing to get him energised for another day behind his desk.

Striding past his dark detectors and through the silent classroom, stepping through the beams of cool sunlight flooding through the high windows, catching swirling motes of dust, Eleazar reached the door and stepped out, almost falling headlong over a student.

He stepped back, staring down at the puddle of books surrounding a mop of messy, brown hair, the boy’s head bent to the enormous tome he was reading, seemingly oblivious to the fact he’d almost been trodden on.

“Mr Sallow?” Eleazar said. “What are you doing here?”

“Scribner kicked me out of the library,” he said, not looking up from his book. “Said I was being disrespectful.” He glanced up a moment, then went right back to his book, showing a flash of his freckled face and sharp brown eyes. “I wasn’t, I was only carrying these eight. She said I might drop them. It's not my fault she’s got anti-levitation charms on them.”

Eleazar eyed the hefty tomes spread out around him. He himself would struggle to carry them all the way up here without a levitation charm, let alone a fourteen-year-old boy. He crouched down.

“Perhaps it’s unwise to sit in front of a classroom door,” he said, gently. “I almost fell over you.”

“Sorry,” Sebastian said, tracing a line of text with his finger before shaking his head and flipping through a few pages. “I didn’t think anyone was here. It's the weekend.”

Eleazar tilted his head. “I presume this is homework?”

“Of a sort,” Sebastian replied, absently, flipping through a few more pages. “Sir, I’ll move in a minute, I just really need to get this done.”

Eleazar didn’t move. Balancing his elbows on his knees, sitting back on his haunches, he looked at the lad properly. His eyes were bagged, and he seemed to have lost weight. He’d been a chubby little thing when he’d first arrived at Hogwarts four years ago, alongside his twin sister, Anne Sallow. She’d been just as full-cheeked, her eyes the same mischievous brown, the pair of them making a beeline for the skinny Gaunt boy as soon as they were Sorted, sitting alone at the Slytherin table, the weight of his name already pushing the other students away from him.

Eleazar tilted his head. Anne had been cursed by goblins, of all things, a few weeks before the start of term. The bright and cheeky Slytherin boy had changed almost overnight, becoming withdrawn, irritable and distracted, spending almost every spare moment in the library or in Feldcroft, if the gossip amongst the portraits and professors was to be believed. It was said that Anne was in terrible pain.

“Is everything alright?” Eleazar asked, quietly.

Sebastian’s hands tightened on the book. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Just fine.” He glanced up again. “Sir, I really don’t want to be rude, but I really, really need to get this done.”

Eleazar’s smile was kind. “Perhaps you’d like to use the classroom?” he said. “No one will step on you there, and I’m sure you’d be more comfortable at a desk than huddled on the floor.”

“I’m fine,” Sebastian replied, though his shoulders bunched.

Eleazar chuckled and drew his wand, casting a nonverbal counter-charm to lift the anti-levitation one and waving it so the books surrounding the young Slytherin rose into the air, including the one in his hands.

“Hey!”

Sebastian scrambled to his feet as Eleazar opened the door and marched through, the books hovering before him. He set them down on one of the desks by the front of the classroom, eyeing the covers. By the scampering footsteps behind him, Sebastian had followed. Eleazar picked up the one he’d been reading and held it out.

“Countering Curses, Volume Three?” he said. “Mr Sallow, this is rather advanced reading. I wouldn’t expect my seventh-year students to study this beyond a few chapters.”

Sebastian snatched for it, his expression fierce, hugging it to his chest. “I was just curious,” he muttered. “I want to know about the theory behind it.”

Eleazar chuckled. “Well, my boy, I happen to teach Magical Theory. Do you have any specific questions? Perhaps I can help.”

Sebastian blinked, and the flicker of a smile touched his lips. He seemed to stand a little taller, his expression becoming shrewd, one that Eleazar was used to seeing on Slytherin faces.

“I guess I’ve got a few…” he said, putting the book on the desk with the others. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I? Sir?”

“Not at all,” Eleazar said, waving his wand and bringing a couple of chairs over. He settled in one of them, and Sebastian perched in the other, resting his feet on the rung, clasping his hands and leaning forward, his expression eager and earnest. He nibbled his lip, his brows drawing together a moment before he straightened.

“Making new spells,” he said. “How do you do that?”

“Ah, beginning with a difficult one, I see,” Eleazar chuckled. He’d expected nothing less from such a curious student. “Well, one must have a thorough understanding of Magical Theory, to begin with. The nature of magic itself isn’t completely understood. You would need to combine an incantation in Latin that describes in brief what the spell should do with a specific and unique wand movement, but the true mastery of creating spells is the intent behind it. It's rather difficult, and if done improperly, can go very wrong.”

“Why?”

“Because magic is governed by strict laws, such as-”

“Gamp’s Laws, Waffling’s Laws, and Golpalott's Laws are the main ones,” Sebastian said instantly, and Eleazar raised his brows.

“Precisely,” he said.

“I already know them,” Sebastian said. “And I can speak Latin fluently, I learned in First Year when I realised all the spells would be in Latin. So me making a spell shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

“Well, having a grasp of the Laws is a good start,” Eleazar said, his brow creasing. “Are you really fluent in Latin?”

“Ita. Haud difficile est,” Sebastian said, with a grin. “And I learned some Ancient Greek, and Phoenician, Aramaic and Cyrillic as well, and I’ve spoken Gaelic since I was a kid.”

Now that was unexpected. “Any more languages you plan on adding to your roster?” Eleazar said, a little weakly. The boy knew more languages than he and Miriam did together, and he was fourteen.

“Well, I tried to get Ominis to teach me Parseltongue, but he only taught me some swears after I annoyed him for a week straight, and he told me my pronunciation sounds like a troll farting,” Sebastian said, then blushed a little. “Sorry, sir, I probably shouldn’t have said that. Don’t tell him I told you he can speak to snakes, he doesn’t like it.”

“I assumed he could, given his heritage,” Eleazar swept a hand over his flyaway grey hair. “Understanding these languages will certainly give you a head start in understanding more about Magical Theory, many of the old texts are written in these tongues.”

“I know, that’s why I learned them,” Sebastian said. “Well, not for Magical Theory specifically, but…” he tailed off, his expression growing thoughtful once more. “I suppose if one can create a spell, they can make a counter-spell too?”

“That would be essential,” Eleazar said. “Finite Incantatem only works for certain minor spells, and even so, if a powerful witch or wizard cast a hex, for example, you would have to be equally powerful in order to counteract it with such a general charm. A spell without a counter could cause chaos.”

“Or you could just knock the caster out,” Sebastian shrugged. “But… that doesn’t always work, does it? If someone’s unconscious, or dead, some spells can linger, right?”

“It depends on the spell,” Eleazar replied, eyeing him curiously. He was far cleverer than he’d given him credit for, and that was saying something. Yes, the other professors often said how smart this boy was, but to experience it for himself… it was almost like conversing with a wizard of age. Briefly, he wondered what had happened to make the poor lad grow up so fast, aside from his parents dying and his sister being cursed. No, this was a long-standing early maturation, without the experience of life to support it. His concern grew, and not just about the subject matter. “Mr Sallow, I have to ask. Why are you so curious about this?”

“Just am,” he shrugged. “My parents liked learning, I guess I picked it up from them. So… counter-spells…” he met Eleazar’s eyes and looked away quickly. “If a spell doesn’t have one, how hard is it to make a counter to it?”

Eleazar loosed a silent, slow sigh. The boy was inching towards what he really wanted to know. There was little point in dancing around the subject, but then, he didn’t want to frighten him away by telling him outright that he knew what he was doing. He had to be sure the lad had all the information he needed before he tried something that could very well get him killed, and he couldn’t risk him running off half-cocked.

“Extremely hard,” he said. “If the spell in question is well-known, there’s a chance there’s already a counter for it. If there isn’t, but you’re familiar with the spell itself, you can begin to use logic and reasoning to deduce what elements went into creating it, and thus, what can cancel it. This will then lead you to the experimentation phase, though this is the most dangerous of all. Magic will not violate the laws it’s governed by, and if someone tries to create a spell that breaks these laws, it will try to mould itself to the laws, often with disastrous results.”

Sebastian made a face. “Right, okay, that’s useful, sir. But…” he fidgeted a little. “What about a curse?”

“Creating a counter-curse is perhaps the most difficult and dangerous of all,” Eleazar said. “It’s why Curse-Breaking is such a highly-paid position at the Ministry.”

“But it can be done, right?”

“It can, yes.”

“What if you don’t know what the curse is?”

There it was. The real reason he’d been sitting outside his classroom, buried in books, waiting to catch his interest and softening his already gentle heart. The reason he’d been so adamant in researching day and night, turning up to breakfast late, falling asleep in classes other than History of Magic, turning in rushed, but somehow still excellent essays.

At this moment, Eleazar Fig would have given his wand arm to be able to tell the poor lad anything other than the only answer he had.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian,” Eleazar said. “If you don’t know what the curse is, there is no safe way to reverse it.”

“That can’t be right!” Sebastian cried, jumping to his feet. He paced a little, staring around the room as if someone else would appear and tell him something different. “What if… what if you had a list of curses, and went through them all, trying each counter-curse?”

“I’m afraid that could be just as detrimental as another curse,” Eleazar said, gently. “Curses react differently to attempts to break them, and unless you know what it is, such effects could prove devastating.”

“But…” he bit his lip, his expression switching back and forth between pain and anger so fast Eleazar wondered for a moment if someone had cast a jinx on him. “But… there’s got to be something! You can’t just tell me there’s no way to fix it! How can I find out what it is?”

Eleazar stood up, watching as Sebastian ran his hands through his hair, his teeth bared as he kept looking wildly around the classroom, as if an answer would appear before them. Eleazar wished one would.

“Some of the most gifted Curse-Breakers would struggle to find out what a curse is, especially if it’s not normal wizarding magic,” he said, softly, but Sebastian spun, glaring.

“I never said it was goblin magic!” he barked.

“Neither did I,” Eleazar replied, gently. “Sebastian, I know you’re looking to help your sister. Believe me, if there was a way for me to help, I would. But I understand your uncle has already tried many avenues.”

“He’s not tried them all!” Sebastian snapped. “He gave up after a month! It’s not fair, it’s not right! He didn’t even try, not really, he’s just letting her sit there in that horrible pain, like he wants her to hurt! It’s…” he drew a sharp breath, his voice cracking. “It’s not… It’s n-not fair.”

He stopped pacing, and his face crumpled. He raised his hands to cover his face, hunching forward, weeping. Eleazar raised a hand, and hesitated. It was a long-standing rule of Hogwarts that Professors should minimize contact with the students in order to toughen them up, preparing them for the real world. It was never a rule that sat right with him.

He pulled the young Slytherin into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Sebastian stiffened immediately, tensing so that he seemed to become stone. Then he sank forward, his hands finding the back of Eleazar’s robes, sobbing into his shoulder.

“I-it’s not fair,” he said again, his breath hitching. “She’s hurting so bad, and I can’t help her! I have to help her! Solomon won’t, he won’t even look anymore!”

There was nothing Eleazar could say that would make it right. There was no advice he could give that would help. There were no answers. Goblin magic was jealously guarded from wizards just as their own was hidden from them. Even an experienced Curse-Breaker would struggle to find a cure, and he couldn’t think of a single one that would even attempt it, for the risk it would pose to Anne.

So he settled for holding the young lad tight, trying to pour as much comfort into the hug as he could as Sebastian cried against his shoulder. He’d never had the talent for comforting people like Miriam did. She always seemed to know the right thing to do and to say, and he wished she was here to support this poor boy as his world fell apart around him. Perhaps he could ask her to stop by the castle once she’d finished her research. She’d know what to do to help the Sallow twins.

He took Sebastian by the shoulders and held him firm as Sebastian scrubbed his sleeve over his face, his breathing ragged.

“I wish there was more I could do,” he said, softly. “But Sebastian… you must be careful. Meddling in magic like this could prove very dangerous, for both you and your sister. You must know what you’re doing before you even think about beginning any experiments.”

Sebastian nodded, seemingly distracted, and Eleazar’s lips formed a thin line.

“I mean it,” he said, firmly. “You must be careful. If you even think for a moment that you’ll try creating a counter-curse to goblin magic…” he sighed. “I hope you’ll come to me first. We can work out any issues before you try it. I don’t want you to be hurt, or worse, and I don’t want anything you try to make things harder for Anne.”

Sebastian managed a brave smile. “Thank you, Professor. I… I will.” He sniffed, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand. “Am I… can I go? Ominis will want to know.”

Eleazar nodded, releasing him.

“If you ever need anything, even if it’s not to do with Magical Theory, I’m here,” he said, softly. “I’d like it if you talked to me. I’ll do what I can to help.”

Sebastian stepped back, a faint hope lighting behind his eyes, and he turned and dashed from the classroom. Eleazar sank back into his seat, eyeing the books left spread over the desk. He could only hope, and perhaps pray, that the lad wouldn’t try anything silly in the meantime. Clever he may be, but there were some things that just shouldn’t be tampered with. He’d have to keep an eye on him, and he would. Only something desperately important would keep him from making sure the young Slytherin didn’t get into any trouble.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #eleazar fig #professor fig #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #anne sallow

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banamine-bananime · 1 month

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just listing some of my headcanons (mostly appearance/demographics) because i like listing things and i’m procrastinating hard

caboose - 18-19 in 2552. went straight from hs graduation to basic to sim training to blood gulch. he was gonna do a program where the UNSC provides a hefty scholarship for completion of an engineering degree with a few years of service upon graduation, but got enlisted instead through a combination of paperwork being confusing for bureaucratic nonsense reasons, paperwork being confusing for deliberate predatory we-need-as-many-people-for-cannon-fodder-as-possible reasons, and him being confused by any paperwork. 6'7”, ~250 lb, very muscular and not thin but not quite chubby either, very mixed but mostly latino and arabic ethnicities, thick fluffy 3A chin-length dark brown hair that's always in his eyes, round face with cute fuzzy eyebrows and aquiline nose. him and tucker (and kinda donut and perhaps sarge) are the only motherfuckers here with a stable happy childhood. uses-no-specific-label queer cis dude.

church - we know church is 5 in blood gulch lol but it think he thought he was like 23-ish/jimmy was around that age. in jimmy's body, 5'10, ~230 lb, chubby and "normal" level of muscularity for someone who has a somewhat active job but doesn't work out much, untidy thick straight black hair that's like 2" grown-out from a buzz, face passably similar to the director if you squint but not really (e.g. shorter/squarer face, eyes hazel instead of stupidly light green). epsilon projects a similar bodytype but would probably default to a young-director-ish face if he had to make one. i think he would at some point consciously change it around if he were doing a face with any regularity. bisexual and nonbinary and will probably never fully acknowledge it but she can have some pronouns as a treat (from tex or in her own internal monologue) sometimes.

tucker - 18-19 in 2552. went straight from hs graduation to basic to sim training to blood gulch. enlisted because he was a “fuck around without any motivation or particular goals in life” kind of teenage dirtbag who was like “oh hey predatory recruiters absolutely dominating every career fair in Covenant-war-era earth. i’ve heard being in the military is very sexy and exciting and makes you a chick magnet so sure sign me up”. 5’4”, ~110 lb scrawny guy in blood gulch -> ~135 still pretty skinny but more muscular later. 4C hair with a grown-out buzz from basic in blood gulch becoming locs when it's long enough. *takes you by the shoulders very seriously* repeat after me, his eyes are BROWN. and the only acceptable other option is when they’re turning gray as in a body horror way, gray as in your body becoming something uncanny to you, gray as in the horribly blinding cold light of unfathomably vast stars lightyears away from anything you’ve ever known (read lazarus left the tomb btw. treat yourself). very handsome face in a boy-next-door-looks-very-sweet-until-he-opens-his-mouth kinda way. an only child or had like one older sibling he wasn’t very close to by the time he enlisted. i think of him as a bi cis guy but i enjoy trans hcs.

kai - 20 in 2552. 5’2”, ~200 lb, fat and top-heavy hourglass and broadset. a little muscular (it’s not immediately obvious) as she was always athletic and basic training helped, but she’s made more for endurance (body by “dancing 7 hours and walking home across town drunk and sleep-deprived”) than strength. thick upper-back-length black 2C hair that she sometimes dyes streaks in or ombre (usually brown highlights but she mixes it up). broad face and nose, big adorable eyebrows, life-endingly cute eyes and smile. alternates between no-makeup all-leg-hair realness, and full femme glam for funsies with 5 sets of fake eyelashes trying to take flight (at least three of them are inevitably going to be Just Fucking Gone by some point in the party). pansexual ipsogender intersex gal (tbh the original reason i headcanoned her having mosaic turner’s is the colorblindess [x-linked recessive traits are rarely gonna show up if you have 2 X chromsomes vs having one, so i was like, “hey her retinas could be some of her XO tissues, and with mosaicism, fertility isn’t uncommon, so it doesn’t contradict her having had abortions”] and then years later i thought about it harder and was like wait she has achromatopsia and that’s autosomal. biology nerd fail moment. but anyways she’s intersex.)

tex - her body is modelled after allison aged 33 (when she died), but bigger stronger faster idealized-by-memory-and-wanting-her-to-be-invincible-to-the-point-of-looking-more-like-she’s-on-gear-and-photoshop-than-a-natural-body. 6’2”, body looks like ~220 lb of muscle and low-body-fat (but not like, cut for bodybuilding competition level of low-body-fat), but being made largely metal, she is heavier. whereas allison was like 5’9”, 170 lb, serious-crossfit-competitor kind of build but nowhere near as built as tex. face looks very similar to allison but just… weirdly airbrushed look and looks… sharper. harsher features. more intimidating. but she’s got this crooked smile that looks kinda like a smug smirk but also like she’s not laughing at you exactly, she’s just vibing with you and the inherent comedy of the absurdity of life. but when she’s Not Smiling it's the kind of expression you start backing away from expeditiously. i think of her having shoulder-length hair she wears in a ponytail but i do love short-hair tex dearly. gnc butch gay/bi (mostly attracted to women, uses both labels) cis woman who uses any pronouns.

wash - around 31? in 2552 (would put him being recruited to pfl at about 26 which feels right for being able to slide into the Goofy Innocent Rookie role but also plausibly have achieved a pretty high non-commissioned officer rank). 5’6” -155 lb, functional muscle with a build in-between lean and stocky (“otter” as a label keeps coming to mind). i don’t have a super settled facecanon but picture him as either white or mixed white and east asian. he has not changed his bleach-blonde crewcut since he was 17 and the shock of allowing himself to change it now might kill him. gay ace trans man.

carolina - 29 in 2552 (actually the youngest among the high-ranking freelancers. she would kill (jk) to protect this secret). she did the whole 4 year military academy to commissioned officer training thing and had a couple years of normal UNSC service before unfortunately getting wrapped up in her dad’s mad science pet project. 5’8”, ~150 lb, leanly muscular. i think of her having natural red hair she dyes bright red but i love a black-haired carolina too. we’ve seen her face. straight trans woman (transitioned as a preteen). i know, i wanted her to be in the wlw club, too. unfortunately every time i try shipping her with a woman she’s like “meh. thinking about my weird khaki man.” and i’m like oh. sorry about that affliction.

sarge - 62 (?) in 2552. 5’6”, ~200 lb, stocky and solidly muscular barrel-chested slight-beer-gut old dude. chinese-american. if you somehow catch him without his helmet he’s got wraparound reflective shades so good luck ever seeing his face (he’ll tell you it’s classified). another eternal crewcut guy but his is shorter than wash’s. bi and definitely a robofucker tbh. he is cis or trans depending on what’s funnier in any given circumstance.

grif - 24 in 2552. worked in honolulu a couple years after hs graduation until kai was old enough (17) he felt he could leave. did a year at university before realizing he’s smart enough to be admitted to cornell but not to get the scholarship he realistically needs to not be in crushing debt on graduation and also there’s not nearly enough regimentation to college life to prevent him from rotting in bed paralyzed by Problems. went through basic and stationed on the doomed outpost. that Whole Thing happened and he was reassigned to sim troopers. 5’8”, ~300 lb, fat and a little bit strong against his will from an involuntarily active job (he has valiantly resisted picking up cardiovascular conditioning. he works very hard on unfitness). he’s kinda cute in a “hasn’t washed his face in 5 days and his peachfuzz/stubble patches combo is very uneven but you caught him smiling for 2 seconds and oh no it was VERY charming” way. thick 2C dark-brown hair that’s a few inches long, wears it longer later. gay trans guy (because his little sister is named “younger sibling of the same gender” so like… also lmfao how unfortunate for kai that her name, which she did not choose, misgenders her big brother. like 😭 god it is very on the grif siblings brand of “hello so the circumstances we have been put in mean that my existence [kai]/how i have to leave you here to protect my own sanity [grif] is actively making your life much harder. i am ashamed of this, let us never communicate about it ever. i love you so much.”)

simmons - 23 in 2552. tried to do university several times and had to drop out for mental health reasons (a very polite way of putting “rapid spiral into absolute disaster every time”. it leaves room for giving him the benefit of the doubt that this was a proactive “ah i should take care of myself and this is not working for me :) #selfcare #therapy” decision. this is not benefit of the doubt that anyone who knows him would extend.). I go back and forth on whether to roll with the “suspiciously specific denial of being in a unit that was stranded and had to eat their dog to survive” thing or just say he was assigned straight to sim troopers. 5’11”, ~160 lb, wirey build and has to be standing at attention or else he holds himself so awkwardly. i pretty much go with the Standard Ginger Simmons Fanon Face but light brown hair also feels right and i think his hair should be very short. i really like when people draw his prosthetics very industrial/bare mechanical frame not trying to imitate biological form, just whatever’s functional. Red circle eye, hell yeah. bi and i used to firmly believe “this guy has to be cis because there is NO WAY he would have the hutzpah and willingness to put self-authenticity over doing what he’s Supposed To Do. we’ve seen how he deals with anxiety. he would just be white-knuckling his way through dysphoria to this day” HOWEVER i have really come around to trans simmons

donut - 19-20 in 2552. i see him taking a gap year or two to work on the farm and think about what he wants to do with his life (not productively introspecting on his deeper desires in life and what would allow him to fulfill them, god no, of course not. daydreaming unrealistically. obviously.) before enlisting. i think his upbringing was fairly happy but kinda weird and a bit insular within a small community of some Beliefs and possibly homeschooled. not like exactly Fundie Christian America as you might assume with that background; american subcultures have changed enough over 500 years that this is one of many totally unrecognizable to us. like it has some roots in Fundie Christianity and homesteading-from-a-weird-reactionary-tradfamily-can’t-trust-the-gubernment-place and some in Hippie-dippiness Spirituality, not-actually-a-cult-but-sometimes-you’ll-hear-him-say-things-he-thinks-are-normal-and-you’re-like-ummmmmmmm. (Idek how that headcanon started. i think i was just like so how DO you build a guy like donut). he’s 5’10”, ~185 lb, sturdy build, i don’t think people would consider him chubby but definitely not thin. his face and hair looks like he should be on a 1960s white america boyscouts poster but like, goofy about it. i think of him being mostly white but some latino heritage he’s curious about but was not raised connected to (hence wanting to learn spanish). acearospec and gay (he’s like…. mostly asexual and aromantic but it’s complicated. he is barely aware of being gay let alone ace or aro. he just fully makes up what he thinks sexual attraction and romance are and assigns it to random feelings/experiences). cis dude or nonbinary.

#alexa send post #rvb #rvb headcanons

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sleepershell · 3 months

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Some General Marauders Era Headcanons

NOT canon compliant (I don’t care about jk shitface’s canon lol)

Regulus Black (the main character as far as I’m concerned)

~ French, I mean cmon the Black family motto is toujours pur for gods sake. He absolutely speaks French. Other than that, they can be traced to German (Walburga’s side) and English heritage.

~cis bi boy (sapiosexual?)

~ c-ptsd, depression

~ messy curly medium-length hair, long nimble fingers, one of those people with a few lovely moles in choice locations, slutty waist, angular jaw, kind of set in eyes, not tall but a bit taller than Sirius

~ most dogs freak him out (lol oof)

Sirius Black

~ french (& English, German) ofc.

~ amab queer, omnisexual mlm

~c-ptsd, adhd

~ wavy long black hair, also a slutty waist, not very tall, squinty eyes, latently a little muscular

~ big believer in a leather jacket

James Potter

~ I stan desi Potter. But also love the idea of Euphemia being Greek per her name so Jamie boy is part Greek and part Pakistani on Fleamont’s side. He only speaks English but has some terms and things from both Greek and Hindi.

~ cis bi guy

~adhd

~ needs glasses ofc, I imagine he’s super nearsighted.

~ super messy hair, lean and muscular, medium tall

~ red converse wearer

Remus Lupin

~ Welsh, English, and Portuguese. He speaks only English.

~ amab, queer, demisexual?

~ anxiety

~ chronic pain from wolf injuries

~ scarred all over, light brown hair, tan, he’s the tallest, skinny but not lacking muscle, limps sometimes and often needs to stretch his sore muscles, hairy!!

~ always wearing a sweater

Peter Pettigrew

~ English & German. Speaks English.

~ cis, bi

~ anxiety, definitely does self-soothing movements

~ fat !! no skinny wormtail in this house, wavy blonde hair, the cutest cheeks known to man, callouses on his hands and no one can figure out why

~ asthma

~ loves naps

Pandora Rosier

~ Another family who absolutely must be fluent French speakers. So I think they have some Afro-Caribbean on one side and the other is very much originally French. Speaks English and French.

~ cis fem, pansexual, demiromantic

~ autistic

~ hair is super light blonde and looooong in dreads, light blue eyes, brown skin, quite tall and thin, all her features are super delicate and lithe, she’s kind of otherworldly tbh but she certainly doesn’t act so she’s got quite the mad scientist competitive streak

~ amazing at charms

Evan Rosier

~ Afro-Caribbean, French, English. Speaks English and French.

~ he/they, omnisexual (and by that I mean he fucks everyone ha-hey)

~ super light blonde hair either cropped or in a protective style, brown skin, light brown eyes, braces, dead average build, but still suave af don’t be mistaken everyone wants this kid, not hairy

Lily Evans

~ English and Scottish, speaks English.

~ cis gal, questioning but likely demisexual

~ fat!!, straight-ish red hair ofc, freckles, green eyes, cute small chubby hands, radiant smile

Barty Crouch Jr.

~ English, speaks English and all curse words in every language he could get people to teach them in.

~ queer amab bisexual

~ I won’t begin to try to dissect the workings of Barry’s brain but depression could be a start

~ eidetic memory

~ needs reading glasses? but like most of the time they’re not on him or they’re broken. so he just like uses his crazy big brain to just remember stuff or else he mostly never reads outside of studying times

~ brown hair but whenever he gets the chance he buzzes or dyes it green for fun, stick and pokes and self done piercings, tall but not Remus tall, lean muscular, hairy ass legs

Dorcas Meadowes

~ Ethiopian and English. Speaks English.

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ dark skin, black hair often in long braids, dark eyes, athletic curvy build, long fingers

~ literally prodigy herbologist, also amazing at potions and divination

Marlene McKinnon

~ Filipino!!!!!!!!!!!! speaks English and Filipino (maybe some of another regional language of the Philippines).

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ adhd, depression

~ lactose intolerant

~ short queen, freckles, dyed blonde but def experiments with color and cut, usually straight or a little wavy, muscular but it doesn’t really show she just seems kinda thin, some stick and pokes, several ear piercings

~ wears red cowboy boots, studded belts, low rise, cut up t shirts, hats

Mary Macdonald

~ Brazilian on one side and South African & English on the other. Speaks English and Portuguese.

~ cis girl, bisexual

~ ehler’s danlos syndrome

~ wears her dark hair natural curly, curvy, average height, belly button pierced, huge gorgeous smile, adorable button nose

lol

Severus Snape

~English and Polish. Speaks English.

~ cis, hetero

~ depression, anxiety

~ straight long black hair, pale, Remus tall, fairly average weight, dark eyes, strong nose

~wears mostly black

~ amazing at potions

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #severus snape #dorcas meadowes #myreggie

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ididit-allofit-foryou · 8 months

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disabled people are beautiful!!!

(image description below the cut--it wouldn't fit in alt text!!)

a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:

1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.

2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.

3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).

4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.

5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.

6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.

7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.

8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.

9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.

10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.

11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.

12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.

13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.

14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.

15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin.

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paxtoon · 2 years

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[IMAGE ID; Digital drawing of Sydney and Jedidiah. Sydney is a white and pale chubby man. He has long black hair full of mushrooms, leafs, sticks and a worm. Hes wearing a nurse's hat with a red cross on it. He has soft feature, a round nose, eyes with dark eye bags and bright red cheeks. Hes wears a beige cardigan with below a purple shirt and fingerless gloves. On his hand he has various ring including a yellow beetle ring on his left hand and a black ring on his middle finger. Hes also wearing 2 braclets: on his right he has a light blue friendship bracelets with white beads that spell the final letters of Jedidia's name, the other white beads being out of frame, and the other is on his left and it's a rainbow bead bracelet. Hes wearing 2 necklaces; a light blue chewlrey and a yellow crystal. He has a green scarf full of pins, listed from the top to the bottom; a mushroom pin, a berry bush pin, a chestnut, the logo of camp here & there (which is a hourglass with a yellow moon in the top of the white sand and a yellow forest on the bottom part), a moon pin, a gay rainbow flag pin, a trans flag pin, a autumn leaf pin, a clock pin, a little bottle full of sand pin, a pink button and a tree. The scarf turns into some cartoonish raindrops. Hes wearing a long skirt, which has a large waist-piece full of small yellow buttons, and on the skirt itself there are 3 patches of different colored felt such as a yellow patch covered by the green scarf on the top right and 1 purple patch attached to a green patch on the bottom left. Hes wearing short boots with a beige bow to tie his shoelaces. With his right arm hes putting his weight onto his cane, which is made out of wood and has vines all around it, a centipede and a shelf fungi. The cane also wraps around his arm. Hes in a lively pose, his right food not touching the ground putting his weight on his left, his left arm being raised as in a wave. He has a happy expression looking right. On the right there's Jedidiah. A white skinny man. He has brown hair in a mullette, with sideburns. He's wearing a nurse's hat with a red cross on it. He has blue glasses and is eyes are simplified small circles inside the white lenses. He has mostly rectangular and pointy features, a pointy nose and a rectangular face shape. He has a bit of peach fuzz and whiskers. Hes wearing a lab coat, on the cuffs being a red cross. There are a few pins on his lab coat as well listed from right to left: 2 buttons, one red and one blue; and a mushroom. Hes also wearing a friendship bracelet, the white beads having Sydney's name on it. Hes wearing a beige button up with yellow buttons and a camp here and there pin. He has brown shorts and a yellow button on his waist piece and pockets being closed by the same yellow button. This reveals his legs, which are skinny and slightly hairy with blush around the knee. He has socks with 3 stripes, the top one brown, the middle one red and the bottom one beige. Hes wearing big blue shoes. Hes looking up with a scared expression his lab coat moving in the wind. Theres 2 doodles of him on the right, the top one of him crying with his glasses, the tears cartoonishly coming out of its lenses. The second one has the same expression but without glasses revealing his rectangular eyes. ;END IMAGE

My Sydney and Jedidiah designs! ⋆ I know that Sydney is technically a goth but I wanted some artistic liberties ngl,,, tried to just have fun with him! That said I’m still figuring out ID stuff so please lmk if I need to change anything abt it :0 Tried to have the 2 of em have a contrast, hope that shows. I had SM FUN designing Sydney truly THE most character. Now go listen to camp here & there absolute game changer it is. Anyways I’ll be trying to post more, I’ve just been unmotivated to post but I’ve been drawing a shit ton!

rbs > faves ⋆ˊˎ-

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dangercocktail · 2 years

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The Arcade

Diego smoothed the front of his striped polo as he checked his reflection in the dark glass of the arcade’s front door. The neon lights of the street sign behind him cast blue and pink streaks across his visage. Staring back at him, his reflection showed a modestly tall nineteen year old, slim in frame, with a day’s stubble beginning to emerge on his upper lip. Diego’s eyes flicked quickly over to the “Help Wanted” sign scribbled on paper posted behind the glass walls. Running a hand over the curls of his hair, Diego took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

A wave of air conditioning and scent of popcorn greeted him as he entered the whirring, buzzing, and dinging world of the arcade. Bright screens cast a pale glow over the faces of teens and young adults alike as they gathered round cabinets of Ms. Pac-Man, Dig Dug, and Galaga to cheer on their friends. The sun had set outside; the dark and bright clash of the interior arcade caused Diego to squint slightly as his eyes adjusted. He scanned the rows of games cursorily, glancing out of instinct at his favorites. Q-bert and Burgertime were both taken by young kids who didn’t seem to know what they were doing. Diego chuckled and thought that if he got the job, he’d be sure to show some of the younger kids a few tricks of the trade.

Approaching the counter, Diego made sure to put on an easy going smile. He saw that the manager Sam, only one year older than Diego himself, was filling bags of popcorn. Diego laughed quietly as he watched Sam scoop one load of popcorn into a bag and then another into his mouth. The guy loved to snack apparently, Diego thought; remembering Sam’s trim track days in high school. They had never been close friends, more friendly acquaintances but Diego had no idea that Sam’s body weight had exploded when he began working at the arcade. Sam’s love handles were wide enough to resemble an armchair. He hoped that Sam had enough fond memories of him to offer Diego the job.

“Hey Sam,” Diego said casually but confidently, offering a friendly smile.

“Oh hey Diego,” Sam said, his mouth full of popcorn. “What’s going on?”

“I wanted to inquire about the Help Wanted sign out front,” Diego asked. “I’m out of junior college for the summer and love this place. Working here for a few months would be excellent.”

Sam placed the scoop back into the popcorn machine and wiped his buttery hands on his work polo. The shirt struggled to contain his soft mass, the wide indentation of his belly button jiggled as he walked over to Diego.

“Hey man, that would be great. I already know you’re a good dude and I’ve seen your arcade skills.” Sam was grinning but a dark cloud passed his eyes briefly. “But you know what…I’m not sure you’d fit in around here.”

Diego frowned slightly, his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean, Sam? I love video games,” Diego said, raising an eyebrow. “If you’d like a demonstration, pick any cabinet and I’ll show off some of my skills.”

Sam frowned slightly himself, his chubby cheeks and chin bunching up. “No it’s not that, I can’t fully put my finger on it but something changed when I started working here…like the first day…” Sam’s voice trailed off as the thought left him. “No you know what? You’re perfect. You’re hired!”

Diego felt a rush of excitement inside. His summer vacation was about to be filled with cool air conditioning and video games.

“When can you start?” Sam said, back to filling popcorn bags and dropping alternate scoops into his own mouth.

“Right now,” Diego said enthusiastically. “Thanks so much Sam, this is wonderful.”

Sam laughed, his cheeks bulging with popcorn.

“Nah man, I love that you are so into it. Let me get you a roll of tokens and a drink, hang out, take in the vibe of this place, and we’ll get you fitted for a work shirt tomorrow. Hey Paul!” Sam said, looking away from Diego to the prize wall.

Cashing out a customer stood Paul, another guy Diego remembered faintly from high school. Paul had been overly skinny in high school, his gym shorts frequently falling down when they had run the mile. The guy had to have been barely over one hundred pounds. In that slim memory’s place stood a rotund ball of a man. Paul’s glasses rested on a face that was almost completely spherical, his cheeks comically inflated. The arcade polo barely covered his bulging belly, round and firm as opposed to Sam’s quivering softness. Paul waved a chubby hand at the two of them as the customer walked away.

“Give Diego a roll of tokens, he’s starting with us tomorrow,” Sam said. “Here Diego, let me get you a Dr. Pepper to drink while you play.” Sam turned from the popcorn machine and filled a large cup with soda. Popping a straw through the lid, he handed it over to Diego.

With soda and tokens firmly in hand, Diego was feeling on top of the world. He had a new job in a place he loved to hang out, a free drink and tokens, and a great way to spend his Friday night. He ambled his trim body around the aisles of games, the cabinets humming with a new sheen now that he considered himself their caretaker.

He took a long sip of Dr. Pepper, weighed his options judicially, then chose one of the hardest games he knew, Dragon’s Lair. Popping in the two tokens required to play, he took another sip of soda and went to work mashing buttons. Time became an intangible concept as he made it surprisingly far in the game on his two tokens, grabbing a sip of soda whenever an animation gave him a moment to breathe. When he finally died and exclaimed in disappointment, he realized his soda was empty. His stomach gurgled as the scent of popcorn tickled his nose and he walked back to the snack counter to buy some from Sam.

“Hey Sam, let me get some popcorn,” Diego said, pulling out his velcro wallet.

“Absolutely my guy,” Sam said, pulling the largest bag they had. He then opened a box of Milk Duds from under the counter and poured them in. “Perk of working here.” He winked at Diego who smiled back. Handing over the popcorn along with a new Dr. Pepper, Sam waved away the offer of money, sending Diego back to the arcade cabinets feeling really happy with his choice of workplace.

Burgertime had freed up in the meantime so Diego planted himself in front of a game he knew he could destroy. Setting the popcorn and soda over the second player buttons, Diego went to town building burgers and dodging sinister hot dogs. A small group of young teens gathered around to watch his expertise, deftly moving the fingers of one hand over the buttons while his other hand escorted soda, popcorn, and milk duds to his mouth.

He reached Level 28 where the bugs of the game began making themselves known and soon lost his last life. The crowd gathered around him moaned in sympathetic misery as they shuffled off to watch other players. Diego picked up the empty popcorn bag and accidentally knocked his empty soda cup to the ground. Bending over to pick it up, he heard a loud rip.

Standing up quickly, Diego fumbled around his backside to find a large tear of his jeans opening to his white briefs. As he kept patting incredulously, his brain was trying to reconcile why his butt felt bigger and more padded than it ever had. In fact, his pants felt incredibly taut. Standing back up, he undid the tight front button of his jeans and a small belly released forward, his brown flesh settling in a new roll of fat that peeked out from under his very tight polo.

“What the actual fu..?” Diego began to say when his brain went fuzzy like television static. He couldn’t remember what he had looked before. Have I always been overweight, he thought, scratching the lower part of his belly. He felt hungry and walked to the snack counter, his chubby belly bouncing slightly.

“Hey Sam,” Diego said, setting his empty bag and cup on the counter. Sam was refilling the nacho cheese machine and eating his own massive plate of nachos. ‘Any chance for a refill?”

“Yea man, of course,” Sam said, his mouth full of cheese and chips. Sam grabbed the bag, filled it with popcorn, then instead of filling it with Milk Duds, put the bag under the spigot of liquid nacho cheese and drenched the popcorn. He filled Diego’s Dr. Pepper and replaced the straw with a strand of Red Vine.

“Doing okay on tokens?” Sam said, handing the snacks over.

“100%” Diego said, patting his belly. “Having a great night.”

Diego wandered over to Ms. PacMan which was still occupied but found Joust currently open and planted himself in front of it. Popping in a token, he grabbed a handful of cheese covered popcorn and began playing. Joust had never really been his game but he liked the ridiculousness of the ostrich mounted knights. Tonight for some reason, he was killing it in the game, racking up a high score he never came close to. Between deep sips of soda and handfuls of popcorn, he was annihilating the computer’s coded patterns.

His eyes only drifted away from the screen for a moment midgame when he felt something cold touching his stomach. Looking down, Diego saw a round slab of fat pressed up against the cabinet, his belly 3 times the size he had remembered it. He noticed a small set of chubby breasts pushing forward over the large belly, his nipples apparent through the sheer cotton of his polo. Glancing at his hands, Diego discovered that his fingers had inflated as well, the tops of his hands puffy and his fingers slightly swollen. His pants felt skintight and ready to burst.

All of this hit Diego as incredibly wrong and backing up from the game, he began to panic when suddenly, his mind went fuzzy again. He was hungry. Diego ran a chubby hand over his stomach and burped.

Waddling to the counter as his thick thighs rubbed together, Diego waved at Sam who was handing a slice of pizza to a group of teenage girls. When Sam finished the transaction, he himself waddled over to Diego and grinned.

“What can I getcha buddy?” Sam said, his polo creeping up on his belly. He tugged absentmindedly at it and Diego swore that Sam was fatter now than he had been when Diego initially came in.

“Weird request bud, but do you have some bigger clothes I can borrow? These are for skinny guys,” Diego said, gesturing to his tortured clothing.

“Oh I feel you there man. Yea I have a work uniform you can have since you’re working here anyway. Why not start now?” Sam opened the divider to let Diego squeeze through, his wide ass rubbing against the sides of the counter’s entry. The two waddled to the back where Sam rummaged through some bins, his breathing labored from the effort.

“What are you…XL? XXL?” Sam muttered, pulling polos and black pants from the bins. Diego thought for a moment that he was a medium but that couldn’t be right. He patted the expanse of his belly and remembered his actual size.

“Oh I graduated to XXXL two weeks ago. Gotta stop eating all those doughnuts for breakfast,” Diego said, chuckling along with Sam who agreed he needed to do the same. Pulling off the shreds of his original outfit, Diego put on the arcade’s XXXL work uniform and found it a comfortable fit. His belly loped over the front of his pants as his fattened chest stretched the stripes of the polo in two curved lines.

“Up for some pizza on your first shift?” Sam suggested, as the two waddled together back to the front.

“One hundred percent,” Diego said. He was starving. He grabbed two slices of pizza and made a sandwich, then began eating alongside Sam. Paul waddled over from the ticket counter and the three gave themselves over to a snack counter glut. As Diego felt the button on his pants began to strain and the front of his polo begin to creep up, he felt a brief moment of fuzzy terror quickly replaced by one thought: he loved working at the arcade.

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