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oh holds.... anyway I have this headcanon that mechanica secretly feels like she doesn't belong in the arms league

i have the same idea. im sure she gets intimidated by the rest of the arms league to begin with, being the youngest in the entire league, but she definitely would be insecure about not having actual Arms,,theres probably a lot of discourse among fans that mechanica doesnt deserve to be in the league, or that she cheated her way to get where she was. it gets her down, but other members of the league reassure her!

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Biff's not normally one to fight, perfectly happy as a commentator, and isn't really that much stronger than average either, but if you manage to be the one to get him utterly blinded by rage, good luck. Again, not because he's particularly strong, but because he just. Won't. Be. The first. To fall.

im sure that big fist on his head can break noses honestly. good hc

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the hype for arms might’ve died down but these 2 still have a special place in my heart

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Hey, sorry if this comes off as rude, but where have you been?

oh no, ur fine! ive just been kind of disinterested in arms for a bit (splatoon has completely consumed me lmao) so it's been hard to generate a lot of ideas for the requests ive gotten. school has also been stressing me out. ill try to be more active on this blog soon, but in the meantime id love to have some submissions to put in the queue so this blog won't be completely dead. sorry about that ''xx

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Appriciation for an abusive and psychopathic mom ? Sure thing !!! Who am i to judge

me liking the aesthetic, the design, the personality or the backstory of a character does not equal endorsing every single thing they’ve done or every motivation that they are implied to have. she’s a fictional, overinflated super villain. people have liked evil characters who have done things WAAAY worse than she has done long before she was introduced, and haven’t been condescended to about it. i don’t endorse abuse or manipulation for liking a character, and with most certainty i can say no one else who likes dr. coyle does either.

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Lola can probably make anyone laugh, even people like byte and springtron. nobody know how she does it, but she's made everyone in the league laugh at least once

FACTS. lola is a human ray of sunshine

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heya!! So regarding the new Arms official art, I have a cute headcanon that Mechanica was the first (and possibly only) one to reach out to Springtron and befriend him?? And springtron barely ever talks to just about everyone including her , but he'll always be at Mechanica's side, even if he doesn't talk, or when he does it's very little, they keep eachother company and just form a cute little friendship that nobody else entirely understands

SO CUTE…everyone pay attention to this

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incoherent, really sloppy dr. coyle doodle heeere

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helix has chubby cheeks 

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ive had these two on my mind. heres some max and coyle headcanons because i love them!!

💙 During their collaborative years in the ARMS Labs, Dr. Coyle would become so invested in her work, she'd forget to take care of herself and perform basic tasks like sleeping and staying hydrated and fed, so Max would often have to remind her. He hated seeing her get frustrated from being torn away from her work, but he knew that her wellbeing was important, so he would interfere to coerce her to sleep and take short naps and to take bottles of water with her to sip on as she worked. Even when Max wasn't there to assist her, he'd often come by to deliver her food and coffee. Even though Dr. Coyle insisted she knew how to take care of herself, she appreciated him caring about her.

💚 When it was known that they worked together by the fanbase of the ARMS League, it was often debated among fans of whether or not they were...romantically involved. While it was never confirmed or denied by either of them, it made them both oddly embarassed and awkward around eachother when the topic was brought up; they still found it funny though, and would laugh about it when it was brought up in conversation.

💙 Dr. Coyle would attend most of Max's fights, wearing a cheesy Max Brass hat (one of the ones with the big, inconvenient fist on top), yelling out encouragements. Max claimed it helped him preform better, and Coyle would get giddy with excitement every time he won a match or did an impressive move during a match. She loved seeing him win.

💚 Outside of work at the labs, they could both occasionally be seen together in public, walking together and going out for drinks, laughing and joking together. Coyle would always get excited when a fan approached Max and asked for a picture or an autograph. They always got along well, and no other fighter in the league at the time had the relationship they had together from so many years of being colleagues.

💙 Years later, however, news of them suspiciously came to an abrupt halt. They were suddenly never seen together again, Dr. Coyle fading out of the public eye in particular. Max would be less enthusiastic at fights or at fan-meets, and would go completely quiet and demand to stop being asked questions and for the cameras to be taken away when interviewers would inquire about her. While no one knows exactly what happened, and that eventually Max bounced back to his normal self and Dr. Coyle gradually started showing herself to the public (albeit being totally different), neither of them wanted to speak about the other, and the collective media knew not to talk about the relationship they used to have.

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How about Springtron meeting a younger fan for the first time like in his ending? I want to know how he would interact with fans, like do you think he would drop his cold demeanor around them?

ayy sure!

⚙️ Springtron can manage very little positive emotion; being constructed by Dr. Coyle to be a ruthless, cold-blooded fighter who’s only purpose is to trump Spring Man in every way in terms of his fighting skill, she never thought it would be necessary to equip him with the ability to be happy. The closest he can get to this is “idle”; a state where he has no will to fight but is still active, frequently used for the purpose of appearing normal when other people are around, or when being taken from place to place in the labs so he won’t snap the necks of the employees and scientists who repair and do routine check-ups on him. Springtron definitely has his own free will, though; it’s just (normally) limited by what setting he’s on. ⚙️ After taking into account that he’d eventually build a fanbase though, this state is used more and more in order to protect anyone who might approach him from harm. Springtron simply acts neutral, giving autographs and letting curious younger fans touch him and look at his circuitry. ⚙️Little does anyone know, though; Springtron enjoys doing this, and seems to care about his fans more than his programming should typically allow. He has been observed multiple times letting children hop onto his back, and reluctantly giving hugs to fans who ask for them (presumably out being afraid of hurting them). It’s unknown whether he truly has a conscience, or if he’s only guided by the limitations of his machinery and by what switches are flipped on his control panel. More research is required.

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Well yeah Springtron is futuristic but it's not like he's the prototype of all robots or anything, you still got Barq and Byte who just have a job as beach patrol. Robots are just kind of a normal thing already at this point so I'd say more in the 70-120 years range.

ohh yeah you’re right anon. i completely phased byte and barq out of my mind for a second there, lmao. this is also applicable to that ask

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Roughly speaking, when does ARMS take place in? Present? Near Future (20XX and what not) or in the far future ala Splatoon?

i dont think this has been confirmed or even referenced in canon (correct me if im wrong here), but i personally like to think it occurs relatively near present day, but still sometime in the future. think somewhere near 50-100 years in the future, maybe? nothing in the ARMS universe weve seen really feels future-y to me outside of hedlok or springtron, so i just assume it’s based sometime in the near future. definitely not as far as splatoon tho.

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Hello!! How do you think Spring Man reacts to Springtron first entering the league?? I imagine not too well..

🌀 Despite everyone being pretty confused, Spring Man is rightfully the most confused out of anyone else in the league. He’d appeared out of nowhere, with no warning, and Spring Man never knew about his construction. He’d never signed any waivers or gotten any word about it, yet Springtron was nearly a perfect replica of him in his appearance and his fighting style. The idea of the ARMS Labs knowing so much about him definitely made him nervous, but being the happy-go-lucky guy he was, he still tried to remain kind to the machine when they had to interact, and he never publicly spoke about his suspicions.🌀As some time passed, and the sudden inclusion of Springtron started to settle and become commonplace, Spring Man took note of how emotionless and cold Springtron was, especially to him. While the robot never really communicated with any other member of the league, he was especially cold towards Spring Man. During any event where him and Springtron had to participate in within the same vicinity (normally in which he’d be quietly sitting on the sidelines, only being pulled aside to be shown off like some fancy new product by an employee mechanic of the ARMS Labs), he would cast him an empty, near merciless mechanical gaze that would chill Spring Man and force him to look in a different direction. Springtron looked to twitch and spark, almost as if holding himself back, whenever Spring Man tried to introduce himself or to start a conversation. He was the only one out of any of the other fighters, even the ones especially close to him, who ever seemed to notice the way Springtron acted about him. He tries his best to avoid him, but is definitely unsure of what will happen during their inevitable Grand Prix match. 🌀Spring Man has attempted to talk about it to the other fighters, namely Ribbon Girl, but they never seem to notice and only write it off as Spring Man overanalyzing him doing normal things that he would do, being a near perfect clone of him.

//tldr springo is pretty cautious and lowkey afraid around him. springtron is pretty suspicious.

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real talk u guys....ask me stuff about springtron and spring man becuase i love them and want to talk about springtron

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headcannons for ribbon girl please

omg,,absolutely? yes? i love my ribbon daughter

🎀 Ribbon Girl’s actual name is Lindsay Jeon. She adores when fans of her music call her by her real name, but prefers Ribbon Girl in the ring.🎀 Ribbon Girl is half Korean with some Czech and English mixed in; hence her english-sounding first name.🎀 Ribbon Girl grew up in an average family. She had 2 sisters, a brother, and a hard-working pair of parents who worked day and night to keep them afloat. Because of this, she and her siblings often were watched by daycares or other family members. She never saw her parents much, and found it liberating to express her frustrations and feelings through music and preforming arts. During her early teens, she vented through song, singing them quietly to herself when she was alone, pouring her heart out into every lyric she wrote. It was the only healthy outlet she found that truly made her feel better. When one of her siblings discovered her lyrical talent, they implored her to do something with herself and to not let her gift go to waste. Reluctantly, she tried out for a role in a performance at a local community theatre, and the producers, starstruck by her raw talent, immediately offered her the role. Soon she was writing more and more songs, obtaining roles in more prestigious theaters, and became an underground sensation in only a few months time. Everyone knew the name Lindsay Jeon, and she was offered a brand deal. Her fanbase and popularity has only grown since.🎀 In the middle of her career, after one of her tiring first concerts, she woke up to her soft, ribbony fuchsia ARMS sprawled across her room. She was terrified, not only for herself, but for her blossoming career she was desperate not to ruin. In an anxious wreck, desperate for control of her new form, she went directly to the ARMS Laboratories. They assigned her a mask, also offering an intriguing opportunity to her; free training, and a spot in the ARMS League, a prestigious group of fighters with her ability. After a while of contemplating, seeing this as a way to advance her career and to reach out to a new audience, accepted their offer. Soon, everyone also knew the name Ribbon Girl. 🎀 Ribbon Girl is incredibly close to Spring Man. Only a month or so before her, he’d woken up with ARMS too; while awkward between them at first, they grew to love talking about their confusing experiences while trying to get used to them, and their lives before ARMS. Spring Man enjoyed her music, and Ribbon was fascinated with his experience as a boxer. They spend time with each other often, looking so close in public that rumors sometimes spring up that they’re in a relationship. Ribbon Girl likes to invite Spring Man to recording sessions, and has even offered to have him collaborate with her in songs. 🎀 Ribbon Girl is very close with her fans! She loves to have concerts, meet-and-greets and tours as much as she can, even hosting private listening sessions that fans can attend to hear unreleased music. She tries to help fans get tickets as much as she can, funding contests and other means to win or buy cheaper tickets so that everyone has a chance to meet her. She personally responds to messages on social media, and loves to interact with fans as much as she can when she isn’t busy.🎀 Critics describe her voice as heavenly, accrediting her to have a vocal range that can make any song sound exciting and upbeat, to passionate to profound, to dark and brooding. She’s commissioned often to play parts in musicals or to sing film scores for movies.🎀 She loves all of her fellow fighters dearly! She always hugs and congratulates them after matches, no matter whether she won or lost. She keeps contact with each of them, always asking if they want to have lunch or go shopping. She’s always ready and waiting to give someone a makeover or help them pick out outfits, especially for her more…fashionably challenged colleagues cough cough Mechanica 🎀 Looks up to Twintelle as a model for her cinematic career. She adores her movies, and is fascinated with her aptitude for acting so convincingly. She was thrilled to learn that her idol was actually one of her fellow competitors, and she was quick to tell her how much she loves her work. Twintelle often gives her lessons and tips, and she herself is impressed with her vocal talents.

hopefully these were up to par. i definitely have more, so if anyone wants more, send in an ask!!

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If you're still doing those sleep starters I'd love sprinjara with either "C-can you stay for a while?" or "Rub my back please?"; your choice! Also I Really loved that nincobra one btw it was 👌👌👌 This whole blog is so quality tbh.. tysm!

HELL YEA DUDER..i love springjara

“Hmm..yeah, that should do it!” Spring Man gingerly lifted the student’s injured leg and placed it onto the heating pad. Ninjara probably murmured something akin to a thank you, but it came out almost incomprehensible as pain softly radiated through his body and his fever-addled mind made it hard to even process Spring Man when he spoke. He heard him say something about going to get some painkillers, nodding stiffly as he watched him leave the room. The ninja lifted a hand, running it through his mussed green hair; how could this have happened? He winced as he mulled over recent events.

The ARMS Grand Prix had all of the fighters on edge. Friendly competition turned heated, but luckily, Ninjara knew how to retain a level head and how to keep things as calm as usual; at least, until his fight with Spring Man. Ninjara has had a deep admiration for him for as long as he’d been in the league; his composure. His cool, upbeat personality. His agility, raw strength, and overall amazing skill in the ring..he fawned over, maybe even envied, the Bouncer’s prowess among his peers. Ninjara had trained especially hard for the opportunity to best him at his own game, working himself sick perfecting his techniques, only to find himself weak and exhausted when the actual fight drew near. He was practically a punching bag after burning out the rest of his energy after what only felt like seconds of fighting, and, Spring Man, too caught up in the heat of battle to notice, completely battered the ninja, besting him nearly without a scratch. Fans cheered and screamed, Spring Man basked in the praise from the easy victory, but he soon noticed that Ninjara was almost unresponsive. Spring Man knelt down beside him, moving his hand quickly in one spot near the ninja’s head, then down to his wrist. He had no protective underarmor, and Spring Man could feel the faint, slow beat of his pulse. It wasn’t normal. He shouted for paramedics. The rest of the night and the next day or so after was a blurry assault of red and blue flickering and the squabbled yelling of medics and doctors. He woke up in the care of Spring Man, having to endure listening to the story retold by him and feeling his heart contort and rot inside of him as he was told in an itemized list the things he’d ruined for everyone. He and Spring Man were temporarily decommissioned, the Grand Prix was indefinitely postponed, and millions of fans were left disappointed. All because of him.

He cursed, throwing the pillow over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to stare at the ceiling anymore. What he felt was worse was the fact that Spring Man now felt, in his own words, “indebted” to him; after he was released from the hospital’s care, Spring Man insisted that Ninjara spend the next night or two over at his place so that he could ensure that he was well enough to be off on his own again, and, Ninjara too woozy from the heavy pain medication to be in a fully conscious state, obliged. Spring Man had been caring for him and apologizing profusely all day, making sure he had everything he needed at all times; this made Ninjara feel something rise in his chest that he couldn’t explain, but he didn’t need explanation to know that it was foreign, and that he didn’t like it. His face reddened when he heard the door creak, tossing the pillow to the end of the bed.

“Hey, dude; here you go. Midol is good, right? It works for me, so..hopefully it’ll work for you.” Spring placed a cap with three white pills and a small glass of water on the nightstand, Ninjara hastily grabbing them and propping his back up on the bedframe so he could take them. “..Thank you..Spring Man.” He said, his voice hoarse, but still sounding considerably calm. Spring Man rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “No, no, no need to thank me. I owe it to ‘ya. You can..call me Roy, by the way.” He began, taking a sip of out of the coffee mug he brought with him. “..I..should be the one who’s sorry,” He muttered between a sip, “I hurt you real bad. I should’ve stopped when I had the chance. I just-I get real caught up in the action when I fight. I couldn’t even register your face, I was so invested. I need to be more…perceptive, I guess…regardless, something like this will never happen again. I swear.” He said. Shame laced his voice, Ninjara shifting uncomfortably, his face flustered with fever and that other bizarre feeling which he prayed was malaise. “D-don’t feel bad. I get rather invested into fighting myself. The Grand Prix makes anyone much more competitive. You just wanted to win..I respect you for that.” Ninjara said, chasing the pills that slid roughly down his throat. He downed the rest of the glass soon after, relieved by the feeling that cooled his burning hot throat. Spring Man frowned, his guilt feeling like a rock suspended in his chest, but he simply nodded, not wanting to upset Ninjara, even with as much as he wanted to spill his heart out and tell him how sorry he was as many times as he could. “Well..at any rate, don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything. Or text me..whatever the urgency, I guess.” He said, pushing himself gently off of the bed. Ninjara gave him a halfhearted smile, nodding. He watched him leave, something inside of him compelling him to call him back in. Just as he was about to close the door, the ninja blurted. “W-wait..could you s-stay a while?”

Spring Man turned on his heels. “This is, ah…kind of embarrassing, but…I have trouble sleeping when, um…thrust into new places like this. Could you sit in here with me for a bit..?” Ninjara quietened at the end. The last thing he wanted was for Spring Man to think that he was needy, or immature, but his expression comforted him afterwards. “Sure, man! Don’t sweat it.” The fighter walked back in, setting his mug on the sidetable and hopping into the bed next to Ninjara, who felt like he was going to melt. As feverishly hot as Ninjara was, Spring Man gave off a comfortable warmth that made him want to rest his head on his shoulder. “I..appreciate it, Roy. You’ve helped me a lot…I really don’t deserve it.” He murmured. Spring Man frowned. “Of course you deserve it! I’m happy to help you, understand? You’re important to me, so it’s no problem, really.” Ninjara winced. Important..to him? He laughed hoarsely, face flushing red. “Y-you’re important to me, too.”

They talked for hours.

Ninjara had been asleep for a while, Spring Man too distracted on his phone to get up. He jumped when he felt the soft, green head of hair beside him nestle himself into the crook of his arm. Spring Man blushed, staring down at his tired features and his stubbly jawline for a while before smiling softly and running a hand through his hair. Ninjara was very cute, that was for sure. At this point, maybe it was time to tell him how he felt? Spring Man mulled over that though, sighing, laying his phone down on the nightstand. He nestled himself into bed, resting Ninjara’s head near the crook of his neck.

“Good night.”