i'm also looking at your arms

  • Lance: All I want is a hug. Just... a hug from anyone.
  • Hunk: *opens arms* C'mon, buddy.
  • Lance: Uhh, sorry, Hunk, but I'll pass.
  • Shiro: *raises an eyebrow and opens arms*
  • Lance: Sorry, but I'm not really sure about your identity right now, Shiro.
  • Pidge: NO.
  • Lance: YES. I mean, yes to 'no.'
  • Allura: *opens arms* I'm going to make this one exception, Lance.
  • Lance: Maybe later?
  • Coran: *opens arms* Come here, my boy!
  • Lance: Also later.
  • Everyone except Lance: *looks at Keith*
  • Keith, grumbling: *rolls eyes and reluctantly opens arms* Fine.

pastelynch  asked:

Hi!! if you are still doing prompts: Neil overworking himself and blowing out his arms again? and Andrew comforting him? i'm jumping on the angst train. Also i love your writing! it's so nice to read :)

(thank you darlin, sorry it took a while!)

Neil’s vision judders a little bit, like exhaustion is picking him up and shaking him. He can feel the sharp sting of sweat in his eyes and the open wound of his lungs, and the net looks farther away every time he blinks.

“Again,” Kevin calls. “But without your form crumpling in on itself.”

Neil grits his teeth. “I don’t see the point,” he says for the dozenth time. Kevin’s getting him to run drills with his left hand, and missing easy targets is starting to run cold and tedious. It’s a lesson in humility, maybe. Some sort of sociopathic vindication on Kevin’s part.

“You’re only half an athlete,” Kevin replies firmly. “Half your potential is squandered every time you hit the top of whatever box you’ve put yourself in and just accept it.”

Neil twirls his racquet and tosses it from one hand to another. He doesn’t like the weight of it in his wrong hand. His left bicep is screaming at being used so much, and his stronger arm is twitching jealously. He feels like he’s trying to talk without his tongue for no reason.

“If I’m using the wrong arm I’m just making myself a smaller box,” Neil argues. “It’s not necessary. Just because you have a handicap doesn’t mean you should impose it on everyone else.”

Kevin stiffens in the goal, and Neil can see his fingers spasming from halfway across the court.

“Fine. Limit yourself. You’ve never used even a fraction of your potential.”

“Then teach me,” Neil challenges. “Stop trying to prove something about your own versatility and help me hone my strengths. Or do you want to lose, next month?”

Kevin drops his racquet and it makes a wrenching clatter. “I’m going to win. If you’re not going to put in the effort then you can teach yourself.” He collects his fallen equipment on his way out of the court, the tendons in his neck straining the whole time. Neil looks back out towards the outer court where Andrew is watching, sprawled backwards on his hands with his head cocked.

Kevin meets up with him and jabs one hand back towards Neil, speaking in intense sentences punctuated by backwards looks. Andrew accepts whatever he’s saying by refusing to react, his face a perfect balance. Neil tries to watch the shape of their mouths but he can only see Andrew properly, and he’s not talking.

After thirty seconds of one-sided bitching Kevin makes a production of stalking off, and Andrew quietly follows behind. Something annoyed throbs in Neil’s stomach. He foolishly expected Andrew to come and confront him instead, maybe even end up taking his side.

He tightens his grip on his racquet and seethes in frustration, testing his left grip then right, left then right, until the difference feels too huge to be real, an uncrossable gulf.

He remembers detachedly when his now preferred racquet felt impossibly heavy. He remembers when he would rather have seen Andrew gone from the team than in his bed.

He looks back at the bucket of balls and the empty court, and everything tightens up: the muscles in his left arm, the walls of the court, that uncrossable gulf. Ichirou’s warning — the barbed wire around his heart —tightens too.

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anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

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anonymous asked:

Ok I love your theory on clone Shiro and all but I'm confused about HOW he knew about Voltron and being a Paladin when he was captured and hanging by his hands. Did he get real Shiro memories or something? AND WHERE IS THE REAL SHIRO? Also how many clones?

good question!! i’m pretty sure that pidge and hunk are right in this scene, and shiro’s galra arm gives the galra the ability to modify shiro’s memories:

if we assume the galra have real shiro, this might be him. it looks like real shiro to me:

that’s what kuron sees as the galra are letting him escape he’s escaping. i don’t think it’s beyond belief that they have the ability to access real shiro’s memories and implant them in the clone, hence him having shiro’s memories.

literally i’m praying it’s just the one clone because there’s only so many shiros i can handle per season before i die??

as an aside, i don’t think clone shiro knows he’s a clone, but i do think he’s been programmed to put the team dynamic through the wringer, as seen in the season 4 trailer where he and keith are arguing. i’m so excited to see how this plays out!!

aidahwedo  asked:

So I'm a knitter and senbon look like double pointed needles to me. Which in turn makes me think of ninjas using said senbon to knit. Hey bored or need to conceal weapons in plain sight? Why not use your senbon to knit a sock. Accidentally use the wrong set of senbon; well someone now has poisoned or paralytic socks, or hats, or gloves/arm warmers. Also knitting has been said to be on par with yoga for relaxing and focusing the mind. Part 1/2

Which makes me think about how the medics in the hospital would probably confiscate a ninja’s weapons because ninjas with PTSD/heightened combat instincts either drugged or on enforced bed rest is a bad combination. So how do you get around that? By stubbornly insisting your senbon are knitting needles. In this case I keep imagining Genma calmly insisting that no these are not senbon, they’re double pointed knitting needles see the sock attached? tldr; I think about ninjas knitting.

All I can think of is a Sakura-like nurse staring him down like “Yes I can see the sock. I can also see the blood spray from where you used the senbon while the sock was still attached do not try to bullshit me.”


YES!! I finally got the time to draw my favourite BSD AU/headcanon(?) where Yumeno meets Fyodor and death, destruction and happy times follow. Thank you to @kyusakusuggestions and @fyodorsuggestions for making this AU, or at least rping it so I can be die happily.


Here’s “Zella Ponytail”! I made 3 little variations, one with a retextured Nuka World bow in red with polka dots, one with a dark bow, and one without a bow.

I was hardcore modelling this the other day, you have to press the “alt” key to rotate your screen in Maya, and I was pressing alt so many times my entire arm legit went numb, lol. But yeah I’m super happy with this one, the victory roll was really hard to make, bit I think it and the rest of the hair look really nice, and I’ve definitely gained some confidence in my abilities for future hairs :)

  • Alex: *Walking along beside her girlfriend, happy and smiling*
  • Maggie: *Blushing slightly at the shy looks Alex keeps giving her*
  • Emily: Hey, Maggie!
  • Alex: Who's this?
  • Maggie: This is Emily. We used to date.
  • Alex: *Slowly looks Emily over, head to toe*
  • Alex: *Steps closer to Maggie*
  • Alex: *Puts her arm around Maggie*
  • Alex: The smol sweet one with dimples is mine. I have a rocket launcher, several thousand guns, an entire government agency, two of the three most powerful aliens on the planet, and years of intense hand to hand combat training to enforce my claim. Also, did I mention the rocket launcher?
  • Maggie: Alex.
  • Alex: What's your last name? I'll need it for the background check? Also, are you allergic to sodium pentothol?
  • Emily: I'm just gonna go now.
  • Alex: Can I schedule you a flight to Metropolis?

Next week on @theframe on @KPCC: @Y_Strahovski talks @HandmaidsOnHulu @MargaretAtwood and more with John Horn. [x]

yvonnestrahovski: Totally fan-girl-ing about visiting my FAVE radio station @theframe at @kpcc yesterday to chat about @handmaidsonhulu and all things #serenajoy 🙏🏻 #praisebe [x]

Island Vibe (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re all that Lin really ever needs.

Word Count: 450ish

Warnings: None!

A/N: Sorry about this, I’m writing this from my phone as I lounge in a hammock (so formatting and overall writing is probably gonna be weird). It’s just a short, little drabble inspired by the thunderstorm I experienced today.

Rain puttered against the leaves of the palm trees and bushes that surrounded your villa as the night crept into the sky. Maybe it was the white noise and the scenery, or maybe it was the break that you and your boyfriend had finally gotten around to taking that allowed you to feel completely at peace. You wanted nothing more than just to sit and watch the rain until the moon had overtaken the sun and the only indication of the weather was the consistent thrumming of the water droplets hitting the pavement and roof.

“Are you alright, love? We can go to the beach if you’re bored.” Lin offered as he emerged from the bedroom to join you in the open air living room.

“Can we just lay here for a bit?” You asked and Lin flashed you a smile, one that never failed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. More than two years together and you still felt them fluttering around.

“Of course we can, I’m happy just being wherever you are.” Lin affirmed, his hand moved to your back to silently direct you to move. You slid forward, making room for him to sit behind you. As soon as he settled, he pulled you to lean back into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s beautiful out tonight.”

“I think we should lose our passports.” You mused, drawing a chuckle from Lin.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, settling further back into him. His arms tightened around you.

“I’d be alright with that.” Lin agreed, surprising you. Your Lin always had hundreds of things he wanted to accomplish every day and thousands of plans for the future. His drive was something you loved about him, but it wasn’t necessarily conducive to the laid back island vibe you were currently reveling in.

You twisted back to study his face; the tension he typically held in it was all but gone, his eyes bright, although his bags remained, his hair was ruffled from drying naturally after a day spent hopping in and out of the pool. Vacation suited him well.

“You wouldn’t be able to give up everything just like that.” You pointed out and the corner of his mouth tugged up in a lopsided smile. He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Probably not,” he agreed. “But right here, looking out at the island with you in my arms? It sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted.” Lin murmured before moving in for another kiss.

Spiderman's Unwanted "Helpers"
  • Villain : - injures Spidey in a fight-
  • Spidey: -groans loudly- You're going to regret that....
  • Villain: - laughs - Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, call in an army?
  • Spidey: -sighs- I don't even have to call. Stupid tracking devices and suit scanners imbedded in the mask....
  • Tony: - breaks down the wall - MY SON!YOU COME TO MY TOWN AND HURT MY KID?!
  • Spidey: This is Queens. You live in New York City. You are also not my dad. None of your statement is true.
  • Steve : - breaks through window -
  • Spidey: - standing up from the floor, trying to calm the No Chill brothers- Honestly, it's only a broken arm, I'll be OKAY
  • Winter Soldier: - walks in after explosion outside - Steve told me somebody beat up my little bro. I'm here to bury that person.
  • Spidey: -Desperately apologizing to his bad guy - I don't KNOW how to turn them off , just run before SHE gets here, move countries , go into hiding , I am so sorry but your life is forfeit now , you'll have to make your living selling homemade cookies now but just RUN
  • Wanda: All right, who tried to kill Peter? I must return the favor, as they say.
  • Villain: Is that her?
  • Spidey: Wait for it....
  • -badass motorcycle entrance by Natasha-
  • Bruce: Yeah, hey, I barely KNOW the kid but he's a sweet child and you hurt him and - HULK WILL BREAK YOU
  • Thor: I have been alerted through the Phone of Cells that Man of Arachnids has come to harm . Darcy recommended I remove the spine of his enemy . Jane requests for me to protect Man of Arachnids as he is "smol" and " precious ". I must honor these wishes.
  • Villain: - has resigned themselves to their fate-
  • Spidey: - has climbed onto the ceiling and made a web in the corner to wallow in shame- I hate all of you

rogha-an-da-dhiogha  asked:

I would love to read something with Daddy!Draco and maybe Scorpius' first cold or something like that? Full on overprotective daddy! I'm sorry you're feeling down honey .. I'm sending you loads of positive thoughts your way! I think you're brilliant and I love your page!

Ahh thank you so much, you’re lovely 😚 (also, i didn’t do his first cold because i wanted to write it where he’s a little older, like around five so he can talk and stuff haha)

Draco was woken up in the middle of the night by a small blond boy tugging on his arm. He opened his eyes and saw his five year old son standing at the side of the bed, staring up at him with a pout. Draco sat up and looked down at him.

“What’s wrong, Scorpius?” He asked, concerned.

He started coughing, and when the coughs finally let up, his pout deepened.

“I don’t feel good, Daddy,” the little boy whined.

“Oh, love, come here.”

Draco lifted Scorpius up onto the bed and into his lap.

“What’s wrong, Scorp? Just coughing?”

Scorpius shook his head.

“I’m coughing all the time, and my throat hurts, and my nose is runny!” Scorpius sniffed for added effect.

Draco looked at his son sympathetically and felt his forehead.

“You’ve got a fever, love. C’mon, let’s go out into the living room so we don’t wake your mother up.”

He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. Scorpius reached out to him, indicating that he wanted Draco to carry him. Draco chuckled before easily lifting him up and setting him on his hip. Scorpius wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck while he was carried through the house. Scorpius started coughing again. When he finished, he buried his head into Draco’s chest and whimpered.

Draco sighed sadly, hating seeing his son like this.

They got to the living room and Draco went to set Scorpius down on the couch, but Scorpius wouldn’t let go of him. Draco sat down and let Scorpius remain on his lap.

“Scorpius I need to get you some medicine,” Draco said and ran a hand through his son’s hair.

“No, Daddy! I hate medicine, it’s yucky!” Scorpius looked up at Draco with teary eyes.

Draco sighed, internally pleading Scorpius not to cry because it always breaks his heart.

“But you won’t feel better if you don’t take it, Scorp. You know that.”

Draco reached over to grab his wand from the coffee table, where he left it the previous night. 

“Accio med-”

“Daddy, no!” Scorpius yelled and yanked his arm down to stop him from summoning the dreadful medicine. His nose was running and he wiped it on Draco’s shirt.

Draco looked down at his son.

“Scorpius you need to take some medicine. You have a fever and it needs to go down, and I want you to be able to sleep tonight, not be up coughing.”

“No, no, no! Please Daddy. I’ll just go back to bed and fall asleep.”

Draco sighed and ran a hand down his face.

“Where on earth did you get this stubbornness from?”

Scorpius’s bottom lip began to tremble and the tears in his eyes finally fell.

“I hate being sick, Daddy!” He cried and buried his face into the crook of Draco’s neck.

“I know, love. Shh, it’s okay. That’s why you need to take that medicine. Let’s go get it, okay?”

Scorpius nodded and then got off his lap. Draco stood up after him and Scorpius grabbed his hand and walked with him to the bathroom.

Draco lifted him up onto the bathroom sink and searched the cabinets for some medicine. When he found what he was looking for, he poured the necessary amount and held it out to Scorpius, who eyed it skeptically.

“This will make you feel better, Scorp. Please take it.”

Scorpius continued to stare at it.

“Please? For me?” Draco tried.

Scorpius grabbed the medicine at this and quickly poured it down his throat. He made a face as he swallowed it.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.”

Scorpius nodded, but then yawned, the medicine kicking in immediately and making him sleepy.

Draco smiled and took his son into his arms again and carried him back out to the couch. He laid down with him and Scorpius curled up on top of Draco and rested his head on his chest. He coughed a few more times, but with Draco lightly stroking his hair, he fell asleep quickly. Draco wasn’t far behind him, and drifted off not long after.

Astoria awoke in the morning and walked out into the living room. She saw the two cuddled up on the couch and smiled at them before grabbing a blanket and covering them up, and then heading into the kitchen to make the two of them some tea.

Who you should fight: Shadowhunters edition
  • Clary: she's tiny and might seem an easy target, but she's also a shadowhunter and generally filled with rage. A very careful approach is advised
  • Simon: you could fight Simon. Even as a vampire, he's pretty harmless. You could take him, although I'm not sure why you'd want to hurt this cinnamon roll. Just be aware you'll have a clan of vampires and a few shadowhunters out for your head if you do
  • Jace: not a good idea. Don't fight Jace. The only chance you'd have is to attack him when he's too deep in his self-loathing to notice you approaching, and even then you would only get a punch or two before he breaks every bone in your body
  • Isabelle: do NOT fight Isabelle Lightwood. She'll wreck you and you will look up from the ground, lying in a pool of your own blood, wondering why you decided to anger this beautiful, warrior goddess, as she smirks at you, and you'll think that no death will be sweeter than the one where you can look upon her face
  • Alec: don't fight Alec. Even if you do manage to beat him, which is very unlikely but let's say for a second you do beat him somehow, you'll have to face his enraged siblings and his boyfriend, and that's not a situation you can come out of alive
  • Magnus: are you kidding me. Do you wanna fucking die buddy. Because that's a High Warlock, he'll atomize you and send your remains in the deepest, darkest reaches of Hell by snapping his fingers as he drinks his cocktail in his armchair. And magic aside, have you seen those arms? Dude is ripped, I wouldn't want to get punched by him. Also, look at you, there's an arrow in your knee, wonder how it got there
  • Raphael: bad idea. Don't fight Raphael. He's a vampire and has biceps that could make his shirts explode
  • Luke: why the fuck would you fight Luke. You'll lose, and hasn't this guy been through enough already? Give this dad a break, Jeez
  • Lydia: you probably shouldn't. We haven't seen that much of her fighting, but I have the feeling it won't end well for you
  • Valentine: well, I'm rooting for you but you're gonna be dead before you even reach him, torn to shreds by all of his followers. Although if you do manage to reach him, then please hit him for me too before he guts you

anonymous asked:

Rodders gets himself turned into an earth cat for week on accident, he has to stay in his s/o hab suite so no one on the lost light steps on their captain by mistake (they already have to look out for stepping on the one human on board, avoiding stepping on rodimus is almost impossible) To top it all off Rodimus breaks everything in the room unintentionally because he HOw DO YOU WALK ON ALL FOURS???

(I love kittyformers :33)

He’s actually really cute and fluffy as a cat. If the crew needs him, he stays on Drift’s or Ultra Magnus's shoulders to stay on high ground.

in the beginning, they’d pick on him and coo at him for being so cute, but it died off early because okay, how the FUCC do we change him back?

he says it’s weird to be a cat. everyone’s so weirdly big and he can see hidden details too small to see as a regularly sized cybertronian. also, he get’s to be held in your arms, which is a plus. titty.

When you walk in the room you see him struggling to walk like a proper earth cat.

“Why,” you ask blankly to no one in particular. “Why are you like this?” you didn’t need to take a good look round to know your room was torn apart.

“I gotta do this right!” he states, a fierce glint in his eye. “Y/n, do you believe in me?”

“You’re a cat, Rodimus.” 

“… I'm taking that as a yes,” he says. 

He get’s in a pouncing position and get’s ready for the jump from your desk to the top of your book shelf. And… 

Originally posted by hobolunchbox

.. Ouch. He fell and took your lamp with him.

“Holy shit, Rodimus! Are you alright?”

“… I think I just fell for you…”

You call up the doc, and it turns out he jumped too hard and got a concussion. 

If Ravage has already joined the ship, then you’d go ask him to teach him at least the basics. Just until this passes over and you figure out how to turn him back.

octoling-fever  asked:

Not a headcannon, but I just noticed something about the characters. 7 out of 10 ARMS fighters have spiral eyes. Byte and Barq doesn't because they are robots, Helix doesn't because he has no eyes and instead has visors to display emotions, and Mechanica doesn't because she is a regular human being with regular arms. I guess when a person receives ARMS limbs, their eyes will spiral as well.

(extremely long post warning that I went sort of off topic with because I got too excited at receiving this ask and I wanted to add more to it so bad /rip)

Yes yes yes, I noticed this too! It’s very interesting, isn’t it?

Granted I assumed the eyes spiral before they get their ARMS. People born with Spiral Eyes would later in life get ARMS, y’know?

Getting ARMS definitely seems to be this weird genetic thing, and some genes don’t start to affect people until later in life, which matches with ARMS just springing up seemingly out of nowhere like they do. These spiralled eyes would serve as an indicator to who possesses this ARMS Gene (although if it was that obvious, you’d think ARMS Laboratories would catch onto to it sooner or later).

Now I’m gonna talk about something kinda sorta, sorta kinda related to this ask. Something that recently caught my eye…

Another thing that all those fighters have in common is masks and hair. All the human characters have really out there hair designs, from Ribbon Girl’s, well, ribbon-esque hair, Min Min’s ramen hair and Twintelle’s hair ARMS! It’s interesting how these ARMS (for the most part) match a character’s hair.

Twintelle even when she’s relaxing, is still wearing her mask. In fact, from what we’ve seen of the official art from Twitter, all fighters are never shown without them.

You’d assume they’d simply wear them for matches, but it seems that’s not the case.

What I find interesting about that is how Mechanica, the one human without ARMS, does not wear a mask and has perfectly normal brown hair.

The only one I’d exclude from this would be Kid Cobra, since we don’t know what they actually look like bar their ARMS and eyes, or if they even have hair. In fact, judging by his movement and stretchy body, it looks like his torso got a taste of the ARMS Gene if anything.
(I talked more about Kid Cobra in this post here, it’s a little silly, but still plausible)

It seems that whatever this ‘ARMS Gene’ is, it looks like it affects a person’s arms, eyes and hair. Possibly even mutate and affect more. For example, Kid Cobra’s body could very well be spiralled like ARMS are. And while not necessarily related, he already has a genetic mutation in the form of Heterochromia of the eyes.

The gene also gave Twintelle her ARMS on her hair, rather than her actual human arms, meaning it must’ve been some mutation within the gene. Which if we do consider that this gene affects ARMS and hair, then it makes more sense as to why she ended up with ARMS in the wrong place.

My friend put it into better words than I could: “How could it mutate to affect the hair so drastically if it didn’t already have the gene code to tamper with hair?”

In fact, alongside the masks, the fighters also wear essentially what is ‘armour’ most of the time, and even when they’re not, we never see just how exactly the ARMS connect to the rest of the body.

Notice how Twintelle is the only one without any armour pieces, both in fights and out of fights. It’s interesting that the human with ARMS on her hair and not her arms doesn’t wear anything to cover up said arms. It’s almost like… for whatever reason, she doesn’t need to. Similarly to how Mechanica, the human girl without ARMS, doesn’t have a need to wear a mask.

Hell, if the gene does in fact also affect the torso, then Kid Cobra having a spiralled torso wouldn’t be so out of the question. 

Aaaaaaahhhhh I’m sorry for rambling, I just love making up theories and looking into the potential lore of this game, it’s so much fun!

- Mod Kid Cobra

anonymous asked:

okay but some hcs on how ace sabo law and zoro would react if their s.o walked up to them with a sad and adorable pout saying: ' i'm cold... warm me?'


  • He’ll look at you a little shocked before snorting
  • He’ll say a little “yeah” while opening up his arms for you to come closer
  • While he’ll make a tired sigh mixed with a chuckle he’ll rub your arms to warm you a little
  • He’ll also make a little fire to make you feel better
  • This is generally how your cuddle session start in winter


  • He’ll chuckle a little before hugging you by behind
  • He’ll make sure his long clothes are wrapping you
  • He completelly stopped his activity, so I hope for you it was nothing important because Koala might annoy you afterward
  • Usually you won’t talk a lot, because he’ll start to fall asleep
  • And as he fall asleep he’ll get warmer so you can be sure you won’t feel cold anymore


  • He’s not sure is he heard correctly as he was focused on his work so he’ll turn his head to look at you in slight confusion
  • As you say again “warm me” he’ll move a little making you understand to sit on his laps
  • So while he rub your back with one hand he go back to his work
  • He’s not the one with the hottest body (lol) so warming up will be quite long


  • He’ll stare at you a second before motioning a “come here” with his head
  • Once you’re comfortably positioned he’ll wrap his arms around you and goes back to sleep
  • His body his quite warm so you won’t feel cold, but it’ll be hard for you to move
  • So most of the time you wake him up while you move but you both fall asleep again quickly