#shortish stuff

[aroaceleovaldez]

Dude I don’t know where you’re getting this information that 13-14 guys can’t be tall at all. Literally every guy in my freshman high school grade (13-15 year olds) were all 5’6-6’0 at the beginning of the school year and they were all actively growing taller as the year went by. Letting people think Nico is average height or tall is not hurting nobody and you are still entitled to your opinion that Nico can be short. I believe all of Nico’s of various heights can coexist peacefully.

I did say "average" height and was only referring to the fact that Nico's canon height is never explicitly stated. Anyways allow me to rephrase:

my grievances only lie with the wiki for being baselessly wrong. tall nico headcanoners i have no beef with you understand i am simply being silly goofy on my blog mwah mwah

[vaedar]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓

This is a little headcanon to try and expose better the reasons behind Vaedar's 'manwhoring' ( as I like to call it ) tendencies, because it doesn't happen out of nowhere. It also explains as simply as possible how that goes in tandem sort of with the romantic and love aspects of his character. I will include an excerpt from a discord RP as a little background to the headcanon, and since this is a mature theme, then it will be under cut.

Lys is the paradise resort island that many valyrian nobles venture to for an array of reasons and when one visits for the first time, it's not difficult to see why. This was not his first time, though, since House Valarys possesses a villa in the island that they rent out to others whilst no one of the family is in residence. There were guests when he arrived but it didn't stop him from allowing them half a day to pack their belongings and leave, returning them whatever coin was equivalent to the days they would be losing with the early departure. He had a lavish party to plan and needed the space pristine by the date he'd announced it to whatever nobility was currently in the island to attend. It was a rather successful venue, judging by the erotic symphony of moans and gasps that competed with the musicians. It was also the first time he took to bed someone else other than Helys, and the first as well to do so with two others simultaneously. Vaedar does not seek to heal for what was done to him because that's not what he wanted—The heir decided he would hence forth seize every opportunity that granted if even a semblance of control. He would use his power to abide by that in every aspect possible of his life. Starting with the choice of who he fucks. Maybe it was a tad excessive to make such an extravagant occasion of it by hosting a debauchery, but he's never been one for modesty. For almost three weeks he remained in the paradisiac island, attending festivals, dallying around art galleries and visiting several of the many pleasure houses Lys the Lovely was famous for. It didn't fill that hole inside but it did aid him in forgetting it existed, and it helped erase the memory of Helys's touch on his body.

For a little context, in his 'canon', Helys is the first woman he forms an emotional connection with, but it ends up that she was manipulating him in a moment of vulnerability ( having just lost his grandfather, who was very important to him ). Helys is basically a narcissist, and when Vaedar learns of her intentions, then all of what is up there happens.

Now, onto the explanations. Vaedar is both a simple and complicated character simultaneously, and this is an example of that. He's a passionate individual with a romantic personality, doesn't know how to do things halfway. But when it comes to emotions that can control him, he's very defensive. He sees love as something that gives power to the other person over him, and he's scared of giving that power to the wrong person ( as he already did once ). He knows himself, and knows he will go full in, so he will be easy to break all over again and it's what he wants to protect himself against.

And so, that's where a part of his personality comes in, carved out greatly in part to achieve this. His charm, his confidence, the devil-may-care attitude, the flirtations, are examples of results of that, because he uses those to keep things casual on the outside, making himself in a sense 'untouchable'. From this also develops the 'manwhoring'. He realizes that being like this lets him take control on who he allows to give him pleasure, who he gives pleasure to, separating the emotional from the physical, so it lets him protect himself from going through the heartbreak again.

He's a very physical individual, so sex gives him release, it's not seen as a way of emotionally connecting with someone, especially strangers. Which is also why he prefers to sleep around with strangers. Though when he is in love, then that physical nature of his will take over in how he will want to be physically close to that special in the best way for him; through sex. Of course, the challenge there lies in actually allowing himself to feel those emotions, to accept that it is love, and then act on that love.

[no1ryomafan]

I’m in this phrase where I’m over being upset at imagawa for the 3rd G Gundam side story even if it will always be the stupidest fucking thing ever but also not motivated enough to watch the stuff of his I haven’t seen or finished being shin mazinger and shin tetsujin yet I find it funny how so far of all his stuff I have seen his eps of arma the ones I have the least problems of his work with despite arma might as well be barely considered one of his mechas since he left production so early.

G Gundam is his best work no doubt about it yet the flaws of it bothered me a lot, everything has flaws but the way certain plot points were executed/handled while didn’t enrage me since G is at least cohesive, still left me a bit disappointed. Giant Robo I wanna eventually rewatch cause I didn’t hate it but I also didn’t love it, the themes were compelling but the characters were not as developed in the story as they could be, especially with how many he introduced and the runtime didn’t help it. I will also just never understand why he had 5 sequels planned but made the 6th one like ??? Then shin mazinger I saw bits of and I didn’t like how the beginning was structured but I’ll spare the rant cause I’m not deep in enough to fully critic. (Tetsujin the one I haven’t seen shit of)

But then we have arma where pretty much the way the first 3 eps are structured is in the long run while the rest of the show has problems not to mention is a confusing as fuck opening cause at least giant robo easy to understand at first just loses it a bit after, yet I weirdly don’t feel spite towards the beginning of arma at all. On a rewatch despite they’re being so much shit never brought up again it’s still engaging to watch, and I also genuinely think Imagawa had a really good grasp of Ryoma because of how he’s characterized early arma is some of my favorite bits of him. (Even if we all find him fighting a army of dragons to be the most badass thing ever, the way he’s portrayed as ruthlessly angry is so fucking good)

I feel like I’m incredibly biased person even if I try to be critical but idk, this is one of those things where I wouldn’t be mad if someone called arma imagawas worst work yet it still manages to be the one that bothers me the least when you look at his individual eps and I’m someone who doesn’t mind the fact he never finished it cause I know it also come with just as many flaws that arma ended up having.

[styxpenz]

i think there exists a point in some lifespans of work in progresses where it stops being "expanding on the plot and symbolism" and instead becomes "stalling on finishing it"

so anyway guess who just added Another chapter,

[crushmeeren]

࿐ it’s kenma’s turn! eijirou’s version can be found here.

⋆ ⬪ happy halloween!!! that’s a wrap everyone! i hope you all enjoyed my kinktober event, although i am a little relieved it’s over. this one isn’t too long, i wanted to end it with some shortish and to the point.

࿐ master list link ࿐ kinktober master list

⋆ ⬪ KINKS/STUFF INCLUDED ࿐ choking, biting/marking, praise kink, rough sex, anal sex, kind of enemies to lovers? it’s a fast paced transition tho, reader is quite feisty in this.

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Kenma, according to you, is the laziest and worst incubus you’ve ever worked with. As a succubus, you work twice as hard as he does and still he ends up wreaking more havoc and causing such an insane amount of psychological damage that it causes your blood to boil. When you confront him about it, Kenma’s apathetic as usual. Then he shows you why he wears the crown. What a fool you were.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Kenma this, Kenma that, fucking blah blah Kenma.

The name is seared into your memory, always falling from the mouth of your tight ass boss. “Oh, why can’t you be more like him?”, or “Kenma is our best incubus, why don’t you take notes on how he operates?”

How could you be expected to compete with someone who does no wrong? Who’s “perfect”?

You’ve come home with makeup smudged, body aching more times than you can count, but Kenma never has a hair out of place. The enticing image of your claws slicing through his face has your stomach squirming with bloodlust until a sharp snap close to your ear forces the daydream to drift away.

Returning to the present, you shift your bored expression towards your boss instead burning a hole in the wall. He’s pursing dry, cracked lips, clenching his fists tightly on top of a run down, shabby desk.

The interior design in hell is shit.

“Did you hear a word I said?”

“Nope.” The tap, tap of your nails on the metal chair rings out and your bosses eyebrow twitches. You’d tuned out all the nonsense he’d been spewing because, c’mon, you really don’t need another bullshit lecture on how to fuck someone and draw out their energy.

He squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose, visibly restraining himself from leaping over the desk to strangle you. His eyes flash open and they’re glowing.

“Why can’t you be more like Kenma?”

Red clouds your vision, expression thunderous. “Don’t you fucking dare say that to me!” Your tail coils up tight behind you as you slam a hand down onto his desk.

Your boss stares, unimpressed and unconcerned at the explosive outburst.

“Do we have to do this every single time?” He asks, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on his shoulders. He sets his elbows on the desk and presses his face into his hands.

“Yes!” You hiss, baring sharp teeth and leaning forward. “You never fucking take me seriously! Stop telling me to be like Kenma! He’s lazy and an asshole!” You spit his name, fury burning brighter as your boss treats you like a child who needs to be scolded. A low rumble starts up in the back of his throat.

A knock on the door interrupts the one sided argument. Whoever it is doesn’t wait for a response before waltzing inside.

“Sure, yeah just come in,” your boss mutters, position unchanged. A prickle runs down your spine and stiffens when a familiar spicy cinnamon scent floods the room.

“I’m hurt,” Kenma says in a flat, if not slightly amused tone. “And I’m not an asshole.” He doesn’t attempt to defend himself against the lazy accusation and your blood boils.

Your boss perks up when he recognizes the voice and your razor like teeth grind themselves into dust. Of course he’d be happy the second his precious lap dog shows his face.

“Kenma! What can I do for you?”

You snort in disbelief, crossing your arms, and your boss shoots you a look of warning.

“I needed to speak with you about my next assignment.”

“Of course! Have a seat, we were just finishing up.”

The dismissal is obvious. You glare at your boss with the force of a thousand suns rising from your chair. The demon cowers underneath the heat of it. You scoff, whipping around with every muscle tensed.

Kenma’s posture is loose, casual, the tiniest smirk directed at you as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his jacket. His attire suggests he hasn’t been out on assignment recently.

Typical.

You muster the iciest expression you’re capable of and send it towards Kenma, tail flicking in agitation as you stomp forward.

You refuse to speak to Kenma, shoulder checking him on the way to the door. Your boss calls out a reprimand, which falls on deaf ears, and you slam the door shut so hard the frame rattles.

Fucking Kenma.

The next time you see that pathetic excuse for an incubus, you’re tearing him a new asshole.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Turns out you’ve got a bit of luck on your side.

Generally, you avoid Kenma when you’re both residing at the tower, not keen on running into him, but tonight you’ve spotted him at a bar.

You’d gone topside for the evening, desperate for a night of freedom. There’s been no chance to do so with your boss’s head shoved so far up your ass he can see out your mouth. You’re searching for someone, boy, girl, anyone in between to take home and drain dry of their sexual energy.

The bar you wandered into is on the popular side of town. The music is decent, and you’ve managed to dance with a few girls here and a few guys there, but none of them get your blood pumping.

You sigh through your nose, shoulders drooping, deciding it’s best to take a break and head for the bar. Despite what may swirl around the rumor mill, you can get a buzz if you drink enough. You’re loose limbed and relaxed when your body does a 360, shocks jolting down your spine when the absolute last person you want to see is nursing a beer at the bar.

Heat rushes through your body, the human disguise you’ve conjured threatening to shimmer and disappear, tail itching to break free. One steadying breath, then another, nails digging into your palms to keep calm. One more deep breath in, a long exhale, then you march towards the incubus.

You stop at the empty seat next to him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You bite.

Kenma’s gaze flickers over you from head to toe, returning to his drink. “The same as you, I suppose.” He takes another long sip of his beer. The bitter scent is overpowering, stomach rolling with disgust.

“Well fuck off. Do it somewhere else.”

He sets his drink down and raises a dark eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware you owned the bar. Do you?”

“No,” you grind out, shoulders hiking to your ears. “I was here first.” It’s petty and childish, the urge to stomp your foot growing stronger by the second.

Kenma snorts. “Sure, but there’s enough room for both of us to play.”

His apathetic attitude infuriates you even further, hand lifting to point an angry finger at him. Your mouth opens to curse him to hell but he beats you to the punch.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He’s outright staring now, cat like eyes unwavering. His offer is so out of left field that your jaw snaps shut, lips pursing, mouth opening once more to try and form a response. Your hand drops lamely to your side, shifting from foot to foot.

“You, wait — a drink? What?”

“A drink,” he says slowly, as if talking to a child, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Can I buy you one?”

You blink a few times in shock, too confused to be angry by the patronization.

“Why?” You drag out the word. “We hate each other.”

“You hate me. Not the other way around.”

Okay, what the fuck?

“You don’t hate me?” You ask in disbelief, eyeing him with caution.

“Nope.” He pops the p and resumes drinking his beer. “So, do you want a drink or not? I can find someone else to offer it to, if you don’t want it.”

You stay silent a moment longer, unsure if he’s making fun of you or not. You wrack your brain to try remember a time he’s ever been outwardly rude to you, like you’ve done to him. There’s an anchor of dread in your stomach when you come up short.

Wordlessly, you slide into the stool next him and order a cocktail, chin raised high. You blame the three cocktails and two tequila shots you had earlier as to why you let your guard drop, anger fading fast. You drink in silence for a while, awkward on all accounts until Kenma brings up something about your boss that reignites your rage.

“Yeah well, our boss is a fucking idiot. He never trusts me enough to send me on high priority assignments. Only you,” you sneer, turning in your seat to face Kenma. He mirrors your position. “It must have been a mistake when I got sent on this last one. I finally got something worthwhile and I took it before the old man ripped it away from me!”

Kenma stares at you unblinking, contemplating something. “Hmm, no, not a mistake. I recommended you.”

For the second time tonight Kenma dumbfounds you.

“What does that mean?”

Kenma shrugs and rolls his eyes. “Exactly what it sounds like.”

“You, of all people, talked me up to the boss? Why would you do that?” You ask in disbelief.

“I thought we already established that the hatred between us is one sided.”

Your nostrils flare, shame blistering your cheeks. “Fucking hell you’re annoying. If I didn’t know better I’d say you have a crush on me,” you mutter, deflecting the kindness he’s showing you.

Kenma snickers at your obvious embarrassment. “You do interest me, and you’re hot. It works out,” he offers, casually tilting his head and downing the rest of his fifth beer in one long drink.

You hate when your body buzzes white hot. You really hate when your gaze lingers on the bobbing of his throat as he swallows, the way the barest hint of pale collarbones peak out of his shirt, teasing at what could be hidden underneath.

Kenma catches your interested stare with a smirk and winks. You avert your gaze, face aflame when a rich, thick heat starts pooling in your belly.

“How the fuck are you the best,” you complain, weakly insulting your incubus counterpart and white knuckling your drink. You startle when Kenma’s slender fingers grip your chin, guiding you to meet his gaze. His eyelids lower a bit, a soft peachy blush blossoming on his cheeks as his tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip.

Kenma pushes himself into your personal space like he has a right to be there, warm breath tickling your face when he whispers,

“Let me show you why I’m the king.”

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Razor sharp teeth slide into muscle just below your collarbone like butter, Kenma’s jaw locking in place while you curse and wiggle underneath him. The low warning rumble in his throat makes you freeze.

Kenma’s hands rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing over the bone. He unhinges his jaw and licks over the bleeding wound, soothing it. Then he shifts his attention to the other side. You whimper when he bites down, eyes fluttering shut, hands curling to fist the sheets.

He’s pumping your bloodstream full of his saliva, knowing full well it’s going to heighten the pleasure of each and every sensation. Your shoulders and collarbones are littered with marks, the pain lessening with each one. Your head tilts to the side, Kenma pressing soft kisses up the side of your throat and over your jawline, coaxing a sweet moan out of you.

“Okay?” He murmurs, retreating to sit on his calves, sliding a warm hand up your inner thigh. His fingers tickle the sensitive crease connected there and you shiver. You nod, head heavy in the best kind of way, lids halfway to shutting.

You hum and spread your legs wider so he can get closer. “M’feeling real good Kenz,” you say with a dopey smile. His expression turns fond, fingers barely touching your clit. Your breath hitches, long tail flicking out before curling in on itself, resting on the bed. Kenma’s own tail swishes leisurely behind him, a noise of approval building in his chest.

Two slender fingers spread the lips of your slick pussy and slide inside, curling upwards to brush the pads over your g-spot. Your eyes roll back, spine arching, clutching at the pillow under your head.

“Kenma,” you gasp, rolling your hips to match the lazy push and pull of his fingers, orgasm already swelling to the surface.

“I know baby, your pretty little head’s filled with cotton, isn’t it?” He coos, placing a thumb on your clit to circle it with intent. “Fuck me, look at you. You tighten up so sweetly on my fingers.” Kenma’s tail makes its presence known, snaking around your thigh and squeezing. The incubus dips his head and sucks your nipple between his lips.

He tugs with his teeth and the force of your orgasm is shocking, stealing your breath and forcing out a cry of his name. Kenma doesn’t let go, flicking your nipple with his tongue until you come back down to earth. There’s a popping when he pulls off, hand curling around your throat.

He erases the space between you, lips a hairs width from yours, hand flexing against the sides of your throat and fingers kissing your g-spot again.

“Give me another one pretty girl,” he pleads, low voice husky with desire.

Kenma’s able to pull two more out of you before he’s satisfied. It’s a blur as he clutches the backs of your thighs, one hand sticky and heated, before he bends you in half, knees touching the sheets. Your head grows fuzzier as Kenma rises to his knees, balancing his weight to steady the head of his cock to your pussy.

He stretches you out with one long, drawn out thrust. When his hips meet your ass his cock throbs.

The angle pushes him into your g-spot, your whines filling the room. He draws back halfway to get a taste of the friction before snapping his hips forward, wasting no time in throwing his weight into it and fucking you into the mattress.

“Kenz! Fuck! Oh — oh my god, please!” You wail, unsure what you’re begging for, sharp nails piercing his forearms. Kenma hisses, but otherwise doesn’t react to the pain. He hums absently, focused on melting your brain.

Kenma fucks you through one orgasm and straight into another, the muscles in your lower belly taut as your pussy clings to him. The hot, slick friction his cock creates causes all the blood in your body to pool in your cheeks, head pounding in time with your heartbeat as the pleasure continues to gather to a breaking point.

A sharp smack rings out when your hand hits his toned stomach, fingers clawing at the flexing muscles, begging him for a break.

“No more, huh? Is your poor little pussy too sore to keep takin’ my cock?” He taunts, panting and slowing the roll of his hips. “Who’s the lazy one now?” Kenma pulls out with no warning, manhandling you to your stomach, ass lifted into the air, face shoved in the sheets.

“Kenma, I can’t,” you plead, pussy raw, aching and throbbing. You clench up when a playful finger circles your rim, whimpering as your toes curl.

“How about I fuck your ass, pillow princess. I bet you’re so tight,” he muses, smoothly dipping the tip of his finger inside you.

With a body made for sex, you need little, if any, prep.

“Just, fuck, be gentle, please.”

Kenma laughs, finger disappearing. “Nah. I told you I’d show you why I’m the king. You know what to say if you want this to end.”

With that, the slippery, blunt tip of his cock slides across your rim, catching and allowing Kenma to press forward until he bottoms out. The stretch punches the air from your lungs, heat searing up your spine.

Your claws shred the sheets, hissing when Kenma grips the base of your tail, using it to pull you into each steady thrust. You’re so full, but so empty, pussy clenching around nothing. Kenma’s hips bounce off your ass, rim tightening and stretching with each glide of his cock.

Your nerves are frayed, and a thousand tiny needles are embedded in Kenma’s palm when he strikes your ass, the searing heat sending a throb of heat to your pelvis. A looming pressure builds behind your bellybutton, pushing on your bladder.

“Kenma,” you choke out, grasping at the blankets as an anchor, helping rock backwards to meet his thrusts.

“What is it baby?” His voice is strained, fingers tightening around your tail, yanking it. His other hand rests on your tailbone, guiding your ass.

“You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Then fucking do it,” he purrs.

Your heart jumps to your throat and the tension snaps. Heat floods your veins, tail coiling around Kenma’s wrist so tight it cuts off blood flow. Moans get stuck in your throat, small, choked off whimpers spilling from your lips instead.

Kenma’s pace turns jerky, thrusting twice more before pulling out. His splintered moan burns your ears, warm, silky cum covering your ass and lower back. He whimpers your name, breathing hard as you collapse onto your belly. You don’t have a single coherent thought.

You barely register the scratchy material of a t-shirtwiping you clean, or when you’re rolled onto your back. Kenma playfully pokes you in the ribs and you groan, batting his hand and cracking your eyes open. He laughs, his knowing smile softening his sharp features.

“I didn’t take you as the type to stay the night after sex,” he says, settling down next to you.

“Yeah well, I can’t use my legs, so I’m staying.”

Kenma exhales sharply through his nose. “Then you have to admit that I’m the best.” Kenma heaves you onto your side, arm snaking around your waist and tugging you to his chest. He’s sticky and sweaty, pulse thundering against his sternum.

You search for his soft blanket, pulling it up over you both and snuggle further into the furnace of his embrace.

“I think I’m going to need a few more demonstrations before I admit to anything.”

Kenma’s rhythmic breathing is lulling you to sleep.

Kenma sleepily agrees, and in the middle of the night, he wakes you up to prove himself again. You let him show you over and over until you’re both addicted to one another.

Only then do you admit he’s the best.

Reluctantly.

[faye-circle]

The campaign and the multiplayer have a lot of differences, namely much more customization in the multiplayer when it comes to your titan and abilities. The campaign is really fucking good though, and it’s got great replay value imo. You could play the campaign alone, or the multiplayer alone, and get a ton of fun out of either. It’s such a good game.

i thought titanfall 2 was good cause of the multiplayer. the story mode is cool aswell?

the campaign is the best part!!!!!! granted i haven't played much of the multiplayer though i've heard good things, but the single player campaign is why a lot of people consider it one of the best FPS games!!! at least that's how i've always understood it!

[blue-jisungs]

why are you so cute i wanna stuff you in my pocket omds

anyways cutie is it alright if i request where skz members is dating a very sleepy s/o? kinda like han hehe... maybe worse...

[ 🌒 ] sleepy s/o

# author's note ... aweee anon stop >_< thank u hehe!! sorry its shortish, i didnt really have more ideas:( hope u like it tho! :D

im so sorry but you’re NAWT getting your precious sleep 🙅‍♀️ he’s like a puppy, constantly poking u n making sure you’re not sleeping >:( of he has a moment od mercy he’ll let you sleep but do expect to have pics taken. if you’re so sleepy that you make a very clumsy or goofy mistake, he’ll laugh wholeheartedly before gushing how cute u r n helping u out ❤️‍🩹

hyunjin, changbin, jeongin

matches your sleep. he’s down to fall asleep with you any time, at any given opportunity. forgetting about the world, just wrapping his arms around you n snuggling n falling asleep in random places:( members find it cute… unless they’re really busy n they need his sleepy ass to get work done >:T deffo has some blankets hidden to whip out in a case of sudden nap mwahahaha

han, lino

oh he’d love to just lay down and snooze with you. but he can’t, not so careless like *some people* 🙅‍♀️ will definitely take care of you though, either making you fall asleep against him or brining a pillow for you:( your sleepiness kind of motivates him to get the work done so he can join you as fast as possible 🥹will shoo off anyone who wants to disturb you >:)

chan, felix, seungmin

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[urbanqhoul]

Escape #WhimsysRemWorld

I really wanna work up to being able to animate more detailed fight scenes I think they're real fun X3 forgive me for making this one shortish the tendonitis flarin up such is life

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[homunculus-argument]

Today I thought I would ask my boyfriend whether he's met one of my friends' boyfriends, because I recall he did meet one of them at some event we had, but describing the one particular one by appearance won't work, because the verbal description of "the one with the longish brown hair, shortish beard, likes to dress in olive green and military surplus stuff" covers every single one of them. My own boyfriend inclued.

[blackknight-kai]

Sun Wukong Height:

Here’s my PERSONAL take on Monkey King Height for some universes. I was going to wait for the figures for BMW to be released but they take FOREVER. And we were talking about it in my server so here goes!

****GAME SPOILERS BELOW****

(IN FEET.INCHES)

BMW is decently tall - 5.8-5.11 - genuinely appears about average human height in the game.

JTTW Shorter depending 3-4ft ish give or take (I think pretty short though)

Monkey King Reborn - Shortish 5-5.5 he is almost average person height I think here as Master is fairly tall (almost as tall as Wujing) & Comparing Wujing next to a village human then Wujing next to Wukong, Wukong give or take is the same height as a human. Also, Pigsy is just shy of Masters height and Wukong is almost the same height as Pigsy but a liiiittle but shorter. (This was annoying because both Wukong and Pigsy slouch almost the entire movie and there are a LOT of angles and visual trickery with background and foreground stuff. I even tried comparing to doors but it’s inconsistent.)

Nezha Reborn - Tall 5.8-5.11

I think PERSONALLY, he’d be tall in BMW specially. I know in JTTW he’s fairly small - they saw him more as a monkey at the time right? So somewhere between an actual monkey and probably short adult human 3-4ft something? Where as modern times we see him as “anthropomorphic” but human leaning. So it makes sense for us to scale him up and change some features. He is a “demon” after all as well. *Plus I’m bias on the idea that I want him at least human sized - idc if he’s a short king or a tall king necessarily.*

ANYWAY! *see under the cut*

In BMW we see at the beginning Wukong is shorter than Erlang (not as big of a difference during cut scenes though) during the first fight of the game, but in some clips I was watching recently (modded game lol) the Broken Shell of Wukong stands at the same height ish as Erlang. So while I was already fairly certain this was a “design” choice by the devs to make it easier to see the broken shell when you fight him, this confirms it for me too. Broken shell is MUCH taller than DO during the battle.

When in cut scenes during that fight they are the same height, build, etc:

Basically what I was getting at is this, it’s clear bosses are scaled up in the game to make them easier to see as well as make them more intimidating to the player (which I think is pretty universally understood). So in a way, it’s deceptive of actual height. Untrustworthy.

So, let’s factor this instead: Wukong is an anthropomorphic monkey. Let’s say he’s between 5’ and 5’11 give or take to give him some wiggle room.

Erlang, isn’t a regular “human” by any means so him being taller than average makes sense. The other demons? Same thing. Especially creatures that are actually bigger than a monkey - like a tiger. Some other creatures we see SHOULDNT be that big though. For example insect demons. Yet they are when they should be smaller than Wukong if you’re going by “scale up based on a specific average”.

So again, deception. Height doesn’t follow natural normal rules for everyone (magic). Yes sizes can change based on certain lore & magic things and Wukong can adjust his size as to be bigger or smaller.

I don’t think Wukong is super tall or anything by any means though, that’s why I said give or take in the “head canon” estimate earlier. He’s basically a compact power house - think like how ants can lift 10-50 times their body weight. He’s agile and lithe with muscles designed to be swift and quick, he’s a monkey so he’s all energetic. Hes not meant to be a body builder (like some *Tiger 👀*……YES he is strong as fuck - this isn’t about his abilities. *Also I’m not saying any of you dudes that aren’t 6ft aren’t ‘tall’ but I’m 5.5 and “tall” to me is 6ft and up.*

Anyway, I’m getting at that Destined One is a near carbon copy of Wukong and no matter how you SEE the ending of BMW be it DO just gains Wukongs memory or Wukong is made whole again and absorbs DO and takes his memories of his short life/journey for the artifacts - the two Monkeys are the same height.

So Monkey is fairly tall also based on in game things like surroundings etc. Hes not tiny. The game devs have deceived us throughout the game regarding height in several ways since it’s not consistent.

(Funny side note, if you add an inch or two to DO and feel they are separate beings - Wukong being offended by that would kill me with laughter and be hilarious - or if they are the same and Wukong realizes it after he “awakens”)

So basically, imagine him as tall as you want 🤣 I HC as mentioned above give or take for a specific AU I make. No joke depending on what AU I have I make him as tall or short as I need. So no one is wrong, okay?

Last note: this is before figures come out (yes there was the one but idk its actual metrics and while it can help to figure out size it won’t necessarily be an end game as everything surrounding bmw and height is genuinely inconsistent as hell.

[lizzieislife94x]

My New Boss (e.o)

Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34

Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests  please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻

Y/ns POV:

I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.

As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten  my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us  ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.

8 hours later:

I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.

AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k

[thegodofbrokenhearts]

Anteros almost looked away. The girl was too young, the scene to horrible to think of. He didn’t want to see, but he couldn’t look away.

He turned to look at his charge, examining his expression carefully. “What else?”

Open Starter:

“It’s simple. If you let me, I’ll look into your past and try and help you see where things went wrong. It’s not perfect every time, and sometimes the emotional strain is a little strong, but I’m happy to give it a try, and I’ll be here to help you.

Anteros smiles, holding his hand out towards you. Will you take it?

[ancha-aus]

Angel Shark!

(I added fish hook earrings because your stories have me hooked/silly) the scars are because your og Sona is a doll!

omg omg omg omg omg!

Piers?! You can't ust!! Do that for me?! you are too kind?!!

I can't draw well enough to make you something in return?!

OMG I love her!!!

I love the whole fucking shell over her face. she no talking. she no looking at you.

and the shortish hair that is all flowy?! It is so cute!!

And the scars and stuff are dope!!

I also love. LOVE that Ancha? one of the ONLY mermaids to were a whole fucking shirt. She ain't swimming in just a little top. she is wearing a shirt. I love that!! this is so good and you are too kind!!! PIERS!!!

[lapis-is-blue]

Chat, I wanna write stuff. (Headcanons, shortish stories, random over explained situations for characters) but I have no real motivation(?) For it.

I don't really care if people will see them or not. I used to write on wattpad. But like idk. It's basically just me talking to myself. But so is my whole blog anyway 😭

[astrosxxz]

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐭...😭....!!

But basically you and him are childhood sweethearts, and have been dating for awhile, and you visit him at the agency !!!

BEFORE WE START: Reader is 14, reader is AFAB & described as FEM, no warnings

A [H/C], seemingly 14 kid skipped down the sidewalk, she was practically radiating a sunny, happy aura.

This young girl was [NAME], [L.NAME], trying to find her way through the bustling streets. [NAME] was also trying to find a specific building, known as the ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY.

She had been seen skipping happily around for around 2 whole hours, not once growing tired, or losing her happy, burning aura that reminded many of the sun.

After awhile, said girl had finally found the agency. [NAME]'s already bright aura became even more bright as she ran up the stairs, hopping many steps elegantly.

[IN THE ADA...]

All the detectives were lively today, kenji focusing on the plants, yosano and ranpo discussing random topics, kunikida scolding dazai as dazai waves him off and instead chats with atsushi, everyone, for once had finished all their work.

They were simply minding their own stuff, when suddenly, the door got knocked on..

Everyone perked up, and kunikida rushed to the door, opening it to find a shortish, 14yr old female, radiating happiness.

As soon as Kenji looked at the door and spotted her, and they both made eye contact from across the room, both their happy auras increased..

Kunikida got politely shoved away as [NAME] attacked kenji with a hug, shouting greetings, and 'I missed you's"

"Kenji!!" "[NAME]!!"

All the detectives, besides ranpo and dazai stood there, dumbfounded, who was this? A friend??

After awhile, the two let go of the hug, and glanced over at the other detectives,

Kenji smiled brightly, opening his mouth to speak,

"Guys, guys! Meet [NAME], [L.NAME]---!! She's my girlfriend,,!!!"

Yosanos face grew a gentle, smile like smirk,

Ranpos face remained blank, as he already knew,

Dazai stood there with his hands in his coat pockets, smiling at the scene,

Atsushi sat there, a bit confused, yet also smiling,

Kunikida was still just upset about being pushed, but nevertheless smiled.

That day was spent with [NAME] and Kenji sharing childhood stories with the others as they all sat around listening, interested in the stories.

This was just a short drabble kinda thing, I didn't really have motivation, yet i've had a Kenji and Q brainrot these past few days, so heres just a small story of kenji i guess <33

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Could I perhaps get a DC and BG3 matchup?

I'm 18, use she/her, and would prefer a guy:)

I have shortish brown hair, sort of butterfly cut thing lol, brown eyes and glasses. Kinda midsize.

I'm starting school for journalism soon, dream job since I was like 12, maybe a little very inspired by all the female journalists in comics lol.

Aside from that, I love music, I play a few instruments and have an absurd amount of playlists, I made one for everything.

I'm an ENFP, and I'm very into going out and doing things. I'm a social person, although being alone with strangers let's the anxiety kick in, but as long as I have one person I know I'm fine.

Leaning more to bg3, very bard energy (friends words not mine).

All in all, I'm uh the best most awsome person ever/j

Anywho tysm if you do this, you're a very talented writer and I look forward to all of your posts💕

Hi!

And thank you!

I am so very happy that you like my work!

I would love to write you two romantic matchups, one for DC and the other for BG3!

<3333333

I hope you like your matchups!

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; DC and Baldur's Gate 3

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Romantic;

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DC;

Garfield Logan (Beast Boy) -

(Using 21 Beast Boy before he was reaged in newer comics/shows.)

You met Garfield at a pizza place - your favorite spot to unwind after a long day.

You had your headphones on, scrolling through your absurd number of playlists, when suddenly, a green-skinned guy slid into the seat across from you.

"I have to know what you're playing? Because you got this whole ‘main character’ thing going on right now, and I’m intrigued.”

You blinked at him, startled, but his easygoing smile and bright green eyes made it impossible to be annoyed.

Turns out, he really wanted to know what you were listening to.

A conversation sparked, and before you knew it, you were laughing like old friends.

You both bonded over music fast.

He was fascinated by how you had a playlist for everything, and he made it his mission to guess your next song's vibe before you even played it.

Garfield immediately became your go-to partner for spontaneous outings.

You’d text him something as vague as, “Feel like getting lost in the city?” and within minutes, he’d be at your door, ready for an adventure.

Karaoke nights became a thing.

You’d both dramatically belt out songs in the most ridiculous voices, much to the suffering (and amusement) of your friends.

If you ever got nervous in social situations, he’d notice immediately and make a joke or create some ridiculous distraction to pull the focus off you.

He absolutely loves hearing you talk about journalism. The way your eyes light up when discussing your dream stories? He hangs onto every word, hyping you up constantly.

He’s terrible at being serious, but he will sit with you at 3 AM while you stress over an article, offering moral support (and pizza delivery).

Garfield didn’t realize he was in love at first.

He just knew that being around you felt different.

A good different.

It hit him one day when you were sitting at a café, talking excitedly about a lead for a new article.

You were completely in your element, and he suddenly thought, "Wow, I could listen to them forever."

His teasing got softer, his glances lingered longer, and he found himself wanting to impress you - not in a showy way, but in a “Hey, look at me, I can be cool too” way.

He started playing your favorite songs on his guitar, acting all casual about it, but you knew exactly what he was doing.

You caught feelings too, but neither of you made a move - until the confession.

He wanted to make it big.

Over-the-top.

Grand romantic gesture-type stuff.

But in true Garfield fashion, he panicked and blurted it out in the most chaotic way.

"Okay, so, I was gonna do this whole thing where I turn into, like, a swan or something romantic, but then I realized I don’t know how overdramatic that is, and then I thought, ‘Hey, maybe a cat, everyone loves cats,’ but then I freaked out because what if you’re a dog person, and - oh, man, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

You just stared at him, trying not to laugh, before finally saying, "Gar, what are you trying to say?"

He froze.

Blinked.

"I like, like you."

You laughed, grabbed his hand, and said, “Awe, I like, like you, too!"

Garfield is the most affectionate boyfriend.

You’re getting bear hugs, forehead kisses, and hand-holding constantly.

He steals your glasses playfully and puts them on, pretending to be a “serious journalist” before dramatically tripping over nothing.

You know, because he can not see in your glasses.

Movie nights are sacred.

He lets you pick the films, but he insists on providing the snacks - 99% of the time, it's pizza.

Late-night drives with your playlist on shuffle.

Sometimes, no talking - just vibes.

Other times, deep conversations that make you both fall even harder.

He LOVES writing little notes and slipping them into your notebooks - doodles of himself saying "Go get 'em, ace!" or dumb jokes that make you roll your eyes but secretly adore.

If you ever have a tough day, he turns into a puppy and just leans against you, resting his head on your lap until you feel better.

You help him organize his chaotic life (somewhat), and in return, he helps you loosen up and embrace the fun in the moment.

Garfield makes breakfast - badly.

You’ve caught him trying to flip pancakes midair, only to have them land on his face.

He absolutely insists on playing music while you both cook together, dramatically singing into utensils like it’s a concert.

He tries to read your journalism drafts but gets distracted halfway through.

He’ll 100% start doodling in the margins instead of giving feedback.

He'd try his best to give advice though!

Lazy Sundays involve lying on the couch together, sharing headphones, and listening to whatever playlist you made that week.

If you ever fall asleep on the couch, he carefully moves you to bed - unless he falls asleep next to you first, in which case, you both wake up tangled in a mess of limbs and blankets.

He hypes you up constantly.

Even if it’s over the smallest thing, he’s clapping and cheering like you just won an award.

He shows up at your favorite coffee shop just to surprise you with your go-to drink.

He remembers the little things - like what song calms you down or which snacks you crave when you’re stressed.

He makes sure you never feel alone in a crowd, always sticking by your side in unfamiliar places.

You keep him grounded when his chaotic energy gets too out of control.

You make him personalized playlists, each one reflecting a different mood or moment you share together.

You help him work through self-doubt, reminding him that he is enough, just as he is.

You patch up his torn uniforms after missions (and sneak little encouraging notes in the pockets).

You make sure he’s eating properly because left to his own devices, he’d live off tofu pizza alone.

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Baldur's Gate 3;

Gale Dekarios -

The moment you pulled Gale out of the rune portal, something shifted.

There was an immediate connection, an unspoken understanding that lingered in the air between you both.

He was breathless, not just from nearly being stuck in a magical rune but because of you.

His first words, instead of a graceful ‘thank you,’ were an awed, “Ah… Well, I didn’t expect my rescuer to be this stunning.”

You might have brushed it off with a laugh, but Gale meant it.

From the moment he met you, he was utterly captivated, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Even as danger loomed, he found himself stealing glances at you, charmed by your wit, your warmth, the way you radiated energy and life.

He had been a man lost in darkness for too long - and suddenly, you were there, pulling him into the light.

Gale is endlessly fascinated by you.

Your enthusiasm, your social nature, your knack for turning even the most mundane things into an adventure - it’s like he’s watching a fire burn bright and warm, something he thought he had lost.

You, on the other hand, find Gale’s grand, poetic way of speaking ridiculously endearing.

He talks like he’s composing a love letter to the universe every time he opens his mouth, and you can’t help but tease him about it.

He adores your love of music.

He’ll watch you play instruments with rapt attention like he’s seeing a spell be woven in real time.

If you let him, he’ll attempt to play along magically - conjuring small, shimmering notes to dance in the air as you play.

Late-night storytelling sessions by the fire.

He tells you tales of magic, of old legends, and in turn, you share your stories - real or imagined, it doesn’t matter.

He hangs onto every word.

Your love of journalism?

He admires it.

He sees it as a pursuit of truth, of knowledge, of uncovering the hidden wonders of the world.

If you ever talk about your dream of becoming a journalist, he’ll wax poetic about how it suits you.

“A seeker of truths, a weaver of words… Ah, but the world is not ready for the stories you will tell.”

He is impeccably attuned to your social nature.

If you’re at a large gathering and feel overwhelmed, he notices immediately and gracefully maneuvers you into a quieter space, keeping you engaged in conversation to ground you.

Gale falls for you fast.

Faster than he expected, faster than he probably should.

And yet, there is no hesitation, no second-guessing.

It is undeniable, like magic itself.

He would be completely enchanted by the way you move through life - bold, passionate, unapologetically yourself.

He writes about you in his journal, attempting to capture you in words, but finds himself frustrated because nothing he writes feels worthy of you.

His touches become lingering - his fingers brushing against yours when he hands you something, the lightest of touches at your back when he stands close, the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear when the wind blows it into your face.

He finds himself worrying for the first time in a long while.

Not about himself, but about you - about what would happen if he lost you if he was not enough for you.

The Weave trembles at his emotions, flickering between longing and fear.

Gale’s confession is not subtle.

It is grand, poetic, and utterly heartfelt - because how could he love you and not make it something worthy of legend?

It happens one night under the stars.

He’s watching you - laughing, radiant, utterly you - and something inside him snaps. He cannot keep it inside any longer.

“I must confess something, and I fear if I wait another moment, my heart might combust - though, given my condition, that is not entirely impossible.”

He smiles, but his eyes are soft, reverent.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul. Every word you speak, every note you play, every moment you exist - it is as if the gods crafted you with the sole purpose of making the world brighter.”

He doesn’t just say he loves you - he makes it feel as though you are the very force keeping the stars alight.

Gale is the epitome of an affectionate, devoted partner.

You are his heart, his muse, his greatest spell ever cast.

If you ever feel overwhelmed, he’s right there, grounding you with a touch or a whispered joke.

Love letters.

So many love letters.

If you’re ever apart, expect beautifully written notes filled with longing and poetic musings about the incomprehensible depth of his love for you.

He tries to cook for you.

He really does.

It… Doesn’t always go well, but he is so proud when he gets something right, and you make sure to shower him with praise.

He’ll craft small magical gifts for you - a floating orb that hums your favorite tune, an enchanted quill that writes as fast as you think, and a spell that makes your favorite flowers bloom at a touch.

Reading together - curled up in a quiet space, sharing excerpts of whatever book has captured your interest.

He loves it when you read out loud; your voice is a melody he never tires of.

Dancing in the kitchen - no music needed, just the two of you swaying as he murmurs about how lucky he is to love and be loved by you.

Support your dreams unwaveringly.

Your journalism aspirations?

He’s your biggest fan, offering encouragement, helping you refine ideas, and always being ready to discuss the world’s grand mysteries with you.

If you’re ever nervous about interviewing someone, he’ll happily be your practice subject, giving you the most grandiose, over-the-top answers possible until you’re laughing too hard to be anxious.

If you ever have writer’s block, he’s there with inspiration - offering wild magical theories, poetic metaphors, and a ridiculous amount of snacks.

He would learn to play an instrument just so he can duet with you.

It’s clumsy at first, but you guide him, and he treasures every moment.

Remind him that he is more than his past mistakes, more than the burdens he carries.

When the weight of the orb presses on him, you remind him of his humanity, of the love and light he brings to the world.

Encourage him to chase joy - not just magic, not just power, but simple, ordinary joy.

Play music for him when he can’t sleep, lulling him into dreams filled with warmth instead of regret.

Be the one person he knows will always see him - not as a wizard, not as a ticking time bomb, but as Gale, the man who loves you beyond words.