without limbs

Waking Up

waking up w your avenger boo

Bucky: Most of the time you were awoken by Bucky himself shifting around in the bed, and petting the dog who managed to place himself on top of both yours and Bucky’s legs. The Great Dane seemed to think he was a small lap dog, and tended to do whatever was necessary to reach Bucky’s hand that was willing to scratch his ears. The next thing you always took notice of was the creases in your face from having your cheek pressed to his bare shoulder all night. Which also explained how your hair became a tangled mess, and one with Bucky’s long hair. But the overall best thing was Bucky’s sleepy face; hooded eyes, and a smirk that could make your pants fly across the room. Not to mention the raspy, sleepy voice that you adored more than anything. Waking up next to Bucky is the best place to be in the world.

Steve: It seemed like he donned a halo each and every morning that the sun came shining through the window panes of your bedroom. Even on grey mornings, Steve seemed to have an aura about his sleeping body that brought a smile to your face. Every morning you reach out to brush your hands over his cheeks, then place a kiss on his nose before he wakes up only to pull you closer. One thing nobody really knew about him was that his body temperature was so out of whack, so most nights he spent only sleeping in boxers because he was so warm. (Not that you minded one bit) Steve also really enjoyed having the news on in the morning once the both of you were awake, because this way he knew what was going on in the world all while having you in his arms.

Natasha: Since Natasha absolutely despises being sweaty, she “fixed” the thermostat in your room to always be a chilly 65 degrees. So waking up next to her, more like on top of her, is the best part of the day. Both you and Natasha are always bundled up with plush blankets that have been collected from various missions, and presents from over the years. To be honest, your bed could win a competition of the comfiest in the Avengers tower. But waking up next to the Black Widow was incomparable, red hair splayed out on the white pillow case, face scrunched from the dreams she was having. It was rare for you to wake up before her, since Nat’s wake up time was normally about 5 am. But either way, being with Natasha was the greatest time in your life.

Thor: The giant teddy bear you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend was the best cuddler of all time. No one could ever come close to his soft skin and big arms pulling you to his side. However, Thor always ended up naked in the middle of the night, even if the previous night’s activities weren’t all that crazy. You often climbed on top of him and used his whole body as the bed, because he was honestly the comfiest person ever. He beat the bed’s comfort level by a long shot. If not for his horrible morning breath attacking your nose every damn morning, you would stay sprawled out on him all day. Thor adored seeing your sleepy face every morning, which gained you even more cuddles and kisses.

Bruce: He had developed a habit of scrunching himself into a ball while he slept. Bruce felt secure this way, and small enough to keep his destructive nature contained so he couldn’t hurt anyone. But the truth is, he hated it. He wanted to stay spread out so he could hold you, but his constant inner conflict kept him balled up. You always tried to lay on top him, hoping to keep him in one place for the duration of the night. It never worked, because you always ended up rolling off of him in your sleep. Which then started the chain reaction of him giving in to the reflex and curling up into a ball. It happened every night, without fail. Bruce craved contact with you, though, so he grabbed your hand and held it close to his heart. Waking up every morning without feeling in your hand became regular, because he gripped it in his sleep so unbelievably tight, like he was holding on to you for dear life.

Tony: If Tony is sharing a bed with anyone, there’s a 1000% chance there will be physical contact involved through the entirety of the night. You developed this theory when you had woken up early one morning, with one half of your body almost overheating and the other half cold enough to snap off. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest against your back, you looked over and realized that he had you locked in a bear hug. One of his arms were always tucked around your waist, and the other was underneath your torso, hand gently gripping the side of your stomach. Tony’s embrace is so unbelievably warm, in contrast to the below freezing temperature of his room. It feels like a furnace during the winter, so warm and so comforting. Comforting enough to keep your restlessness at bay until Tony woke up.

Peter: Sometimes when he came home from long missions in the city, he totally forgets to take off the spider-man suit. So this lead to you making sure that Tony upgraded his suit to the most comfortable material, not only on the inside for peter but on the outside as well. It was a gamble every morning on who would be where, since he formed a habit of flying out of the bed. You tried your best to prevent him from going anywhere, mostly by smushing your face into his neck and hooking your arms around his muscular frame. This usually guaranteed that he wouldn’t be flying anywhere, but there were slip ups. Sometimes, though, the placement shifted and he ended up nuzzled into your side. It was your favorite way to wake up, with his unusually warm body pressed against yours. So you loved to wake up with a faceful of warmth, and Peter.

Pietro: Since you were the closest thing Pietro had to a pillow, you always woke up with his head resting somewhere on your body, his hair tickling your skin. It woke you up every morning, without fail. Sometimes, he had planted his face on your chest, and lazily thrown an arm around your torso. Other times, he had his head on your stomach, absentmindedly rubbing small circles everywhere he could reach, the monotony putting him back to sleep. Most times however, Pietro had his head on top of your boobs, talking about how comfortable boobs are while you were lowkey suffocating. There was even one occurrence when he had completely flipped himself over the opposite end of the bed and had placed his head on your thigh. But it didn’t matter where he had ended up, you always cracked a sleepy smile and ran your fingers through his hair until he woke up.

Scott: This man child always woke up at least an hour before you did, there was never a time when he didn’t. You would have thought that he would just get out of bed and let you sleep. But no, he stayed put on his side of the bed and intently studied your face. Scott admired you like you were a piece in an art gallery. His eyes were drawn to the arch of your nose, then to the soft curvature of your cheekbones. You were in such a peaceful state when you were asleep, it was more than just beautiful. Well, to be fair, Scott thought you were beautiful under any circumstances. Sometimes he would just blurt out how pretty you were when heading home from missions, covered in sweat and blood. But there was just something about when your face was reminiscent of the peace that came with sleep that made you glow. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you immediately met his and uttered a raspy ‘good morning’, causing him to smile like a goof.

Loki: Personal space was very important to Loki. It didn’t matter that you had been sharing a bed with him for as long as either of you could remember. If Loki didn’t want physical contact, then that was that. You still were the only exception, however. Every evening, you would climb onto your respective half of the bed and get cozy, and wait for Loki to do the same. You never pressed him into any type of cuddling or anything, because you knew that you would make your way over to his side of the bed eventually. It always happened, and Loki never complained. He tried to keep the fact that he really enjoyed your cuddles a secret, but that was the one thing he couldn’t hide behind the facade. You discovered his “secret” when you woke up one early morning and buried your face in his hair, and pressed into his back. Instead of gently pushing you back to your half of the bed, he reached behind him, grabbed your arm, and brought it over his torso. Nothing could melt your heart more than that.

Clint: For some odd reason, unbeknownst to the two of you, you were both on the same exact sleeping schedule. The two of you became used to being sleepy at the same times, and opening your eyes at the same time as well. Throughout the night, Clint would wrap his arms around you, and you in turn would knit your legs together with his. The two of you would basically become human pretzels all while sleeping. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, and found that entangling his limbs with yours was the best way, without you two literally fusing together. That’s when waking up at the exact same time was good, because you could spend some time giggling and reclaiming limbs without waking the other. Honestly, you two were so enamored with each other it almost made everyone else sick, but you two were as happy as ever.

Wanda: Wanda’s room is undoubtedly the most cute and comfiest room in the whole building. Starting with the fact that it’s always at a perfect seventy degrees. The pillows are memory foam, the blankets are fleece, and Wanda is the perfect size to cuddle. So it was a given that you would sleep together in her room. In the mornings, the only thing that would wake the two of you was Steve’s incessant pestering about training. He would periodically knock on the door, open it and peek his head in, reminding the two of you that ‘you can sleep after practice’. Wanda just groans and cuddles deeper into your side, while you cover your face with another pillow, effectively tuning him out. Mornings with Wanda felt like a dream, because you never felt more peaceful with anyone else.

blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!

You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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anonymous asked:

Can I please have ALL the Hugo headcanons?? PLEASE??? Because he is so painfully underappreciated!


- when he sleeps he likes having something to hold on to. before he met the Dad he used to wake up to himself spooning a pillow or his bunched up blanket. now hugo wakes up to himself clinging onto the Dad, always the big spoon. he drools a bit too, and sometimes he leaves some on the Dad’s shirt. hugo gets really embarassed about it, but the Dad finds it really cute. sometimes when the Dad wakes up before hugo he watches him sleep. it’s adorable, cause hugo sleeps with his mouth open a little bit and he kinda snores but its a really soft snore. on days that hugo has to wake up early and go to work, he stares back. the Dad is awake and knows hugo’s looking at him, but he never mentions it because he thinks it’s cute that hugo thinks he’s cute and….. a h ! aha ahhhhh ! h! also it’s the biggest struggle for the Dad to not open his eyes or smile when hugo tries to untangle their limbs without ‘waking the Dad up’. it’s cute how clumsy he is cause he’s so tired in the mornings.

- he’s absolutely terrible at giving directions. he can’t figure out how to read road maps because the font is So Damn Small, and whenever he uses the GPS on his phone to help someone drive, he talks over it. “Take a right turn in 0.4-” “OKAY I THINK IT’S ASKING YOU TO TURN RIGHT”. the Dad is exasperated. hugo is embarrassed. this is why he likes to be the one that drives

- hugo likes romance novels. not even the good ones. you know when you walk into barnes and noble and they have that really cringey romance novel section? you know the ones, the books with like a generic white guy’s abs as the cover? yeah. those ones. he picked one up one day and… at first he made fun of the book, and he read it just to laugh at it, but before he knew it he was invested. he can’t stop reading them. he’s reading the entire Billionaire Bachelors series and no one can save him

- hugo likes the house cold. he has to be freezing 24/7 to feel comfortable. ernest likes it hot, but he doesn’t know how to use the thermostat. he has given up and wears hoodies around the house. tensions are high

- hugo was the wrestling team captain at his high school. he was a huge muscle boy and the entire team loved him. he was really really good at it, but then one match in his junior or senior year a guy from their rival school broke his arm and he never did get back into it. years and years later, he’s a bit nervous, but he uses some of the old moves he knew back in high school, the moves that made his team choose him as the team captain, when he wrestles you on the third date because…. he really wants to impress you. take a moment and imagine how happy he was when you kissed him (if you say ur bitch ass tapped out you’re lying). imagine how speechless he was. let this man be happy

- hugo is fluent in spanish and one day you’re like… “talk dirty to me in spanish, babe.” hugo gets really flustered cause it’s been a while since he’s done anything like that, but he starts talking to you in spanish cause he wants to make you happy. you’re getting really hot about it and he’s literally just… reciting nonfiction literature cause he has no fucken clue what to say

- u know how in damien’s third date hugo adopts duchess? well he’s really afraid of big dogs, but he wanted to make ernest happy. but duchess…… loves him. duchess jumps up on him whenever he comes home and gets really excited and licks his face. duchess tries to sleep in hugo’s bed, but hugo is still scared of this big woofer and wont let her anywhere near his bed. ernest thinks this is hilarious. one morning hugo wakes up and…….. he’s spooning duchess. in his bed. ernest is in the doorway taking pictures. it never ends

anonymous asked:

diana w/ a baby? she was so excited to see one and she never got to hold one it was so Sad


  • Diana canonically loves children and is Good With Kids, but I can’t find many comics where she gets to interact with a baby tbh? Which is heartbreaking because babies would love her.
  • Part of the whole demigod thing is that she can literally stay still for hours without her limbs falling asleep, which is an ability she can and will use any time a baby or small child falls asleep on her. 
  • I feel like babies can kinda tell??? what kind of person you are??? It’s like puppies, they have a sixth sense for who is a Safe Person™ and who isn’t. Babies and puppies both love Diana.
  • Her hair is the perfect length for grabbing in little fists, and she’s often wearing some very shiny headgear, so babies get distracted by her very, very easily.
  • It becomes a running joke among the Justice League that one of Diana’s lesser known powers is the ability to instantly calm crying infants. If a crying baby is handed to Diana, they will without fail quiet down in a matter of seconds.
  • 100% guilty of Baby Talk, but only in Ancient Greek??? She gets so overwhelmed by the cuteness that she reverts back to her native language. 
  • She also knows a lot of really cool Themysciran lullabies (also in Greek) which have babies and nearby adults alike totally captivated on the rare occasion that she sings.
  • Extremely protective of any small child that comes within fifty feet of her. This goes double for infants who aren’t yet capable of defending themselves. No, Wally, you can’t have a turn with the baby, Diana doesn’t trust you not to break it. 

Downy woodpecker (Picoides pubsecens) anatomy

Drawn for my colleagues. On the left, the axial skeleton + pectoral girdle (without any limbs) and the longis colli: the primary muscle responsible for woodpecker drumming. As you might expect, it’s much larger in woodpeckers than other birds.

On the right: all of the above, plus the ol’ pectoralis major, responsible for the downstroke/powerstroke in bird flight.

I will eventually shade the rest of the skeleton.

anonymous asked:

"Sorry, were you sleeping?"

Harry had been gone for a few weeks in LA, meeting with different writers and working in the studio. I, however, was stuck in London without him.

“Hello?” I smiled at the sound of his sleepy voice on the other line as I shrugged out of my coat and tossed my keys onto the side table in the hallway that Harry had insisted we didn’t need.

“Hey, sleepy head.”

“Mmmm, g’mornin’, love.” He paused and I could practically see him stretching his long limbs in my head, “S’pose it’s not morning for you though, huh?”

“You would be correct, it is 5 PM here.”

“Just getting in from work then, yeah?”

I smiled at his complete memorization of my schedule, “Indeed, I am.”

“How was your day?”

“It was alright, it’s raining here.”

“Wow that’s some amazing news, never would’ve guessed that.” He teased.

I laughed and then sighed, “I miss you.”

“Miss you too, only one more week though, love.”

I ran a hand through my hair, closing my eyes, trying to imagine he’s next to me rather than half a world away. “One more week.” I whisper. “How’s thee studio going?”

I could hear the excitement in his voice as he talked about the new music and it made my heart swell. After about a half hour of talking (mostly listening on my part) I frowned at the sound of wind in the phone, “Babe? Are you outside?”

“Yeah, um, listen I have to go, alright? I’ll try and call you later when I’m at lunch to say goodnight. I love you.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to feel the disappointment, “Okay, love you.”

I sighed as the line went dead and with nothing else to do, I tied my hair up and started working on dinner, opening a bottle of wine as I did so. I remembered buying it with Harry when he was still here. We were supposed to drink it together on the date night that was promised weeks ago but was always pushed aside for other commitments.

I sighed as I finished making dinner, realizing I made enough for two out of habit and I nearly cried right there. He didn’t know just how much I missed him, how lonely I felt when he was gone. I tried to hide it from him because it wasn’t his fault, he had to work. And if I was being honest, maybe I was being a little dramatic because he usually did work from home. But the house still felt too empty when he was gone, impossibly big, and the bed practically swallowed me up without his long limbs taking up two-thirds of it.

I showered and crawled into bed in one of Harry’s shirts that still smelled vaguely like him. I knew as the time passed with my phone in my hand that he wasn’t calling me. My phone slipped out of my hand onto the floor as I slipped into sleep.


I was sleeping, but some part of my mind registered the door of the house opening, but ignored it. I heard the door of our bedroom open, but ignored it. I ignored the sound of a bag falling to the floor and boots being kicked off.

But then the bed shifted, and someone was jumping up and down on the mattress, making my body jolt violently. I groaned and began to open my eyes, “What the—“

The bed stopped moving and as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I saw Harry’s silhouette looming over me. “Sorry, were you sleeping?” That impossibly cocky grin on his face as he stared down at me.

It took my mind a few moments to process, my brain working through the fog of sleep, but it was Harry. Harry was really here. I finally screamed his name and jumped up, tackling him to the bed and kissing him all over as he laughed, his arms wrapped around me fiercely, just as unwilling to let me go as I was him.

“You said… You said one more week.”

He kissed me before answering, “Missed you too much, decided to come home early. I wanted to surprise you.”

I thought back to our conversation earlier, “The wind…”

He smirked, “I was boarding the plane.”

I shook my head, grabbing a pillow and hitting him over the head with it, “You sneak!” I accused.

He laughed, “You don’t wanna do that, love.” He gestured to the pillow.

I quirked an eyebrow, “Oh really?” And hit him with it again.

His smile remained, but his voice was low and dangerous as he said, “I’m warning you.”

“What’re you gonna do?” I stood up on the bed and took a swing at his stomach. He caught it against his body and with a tug brought me down on the bed next to him, beginning to hit me with the pillow as well as I laughed uncontrollably. “Okay, okay!” I squealed, “I give up, I give up, you win.” He sinks down to his knees beside me on the bed and sweeps the hair out of my face. “Hotels are really lonely when you’re not there to have a good pillow fight with me.”

I smirked, “I can imagine.” I pulled him by the shirt until he was kissing me again. I sighed against his mouth, “I can’t believe you’re home.”

He kissed me again quickly, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, love. You’re stuck with me.“


tantalum-cobalt  asked:

If you have time / still want to, I'd love to see some fluffy Tim & Damian being brotherly in public. Maybe at a party or some kind of WE event where the media is watching them all closely so they have to play nice? Or the media hassling one of them and the other coming to the rescue?

Turned out kinda less-fluffy than I’d maybe meant it to be—it’s set in a time period wherein they’re still kind of not-good with each other. But hopefully you’ll enjoy. :)


Bruce’s urgent hiss made Tim snap his head up from the technically-illegal champagne he’d been halfheartedly eyeing all evening in the vague hope that it might make the party slightly more tolerable. His eyes widened; his adopted father’s tie was missing and his shirt collar was askew, and he was about as non-death-related frantic as Tim had ever seen him outside the cowl, so he stuck the champagne flute somewhere behind him onto what he hoped was a table and hurried over to Bruce.

“What is it? Is it a vill—what…” Tim stopped short with a slight gasp now that he was up close. “Is that…lipstick?”

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Knees and Toes

@sixpenceee asked for our personal “glitch in the matrix” stories. 
(reposted with picture.)

      My grandparents lived in Dillon, South Carolina.  It’s a very small town, with an old, historic town square and miles upon miles of farmland.  It’s changed a lot over the years, but I can’t remember it any other way than what I saw growing up.  Since my parents and I lived in Columbia (about an hour and a half from their house), we often made trips to visit on weekends when my dad could manage to get time off from work.  

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Fix It Fic

He’s gone. Cas is gone, and that’s… that’s it. Dean’s eyes skirt across the dirt under him, he sees the black burned marks of Cas’ wings. He puts a hand out to touch them. Still warm. His hand moves to Cas’ shoulder, and his eyes are stinging.

Cas’ body moves easily against his hand. He could never move him like this before. Cas was sturdy, strong, powerful. Now his limbs move without an effort on Dean’s part. 

He lays his palm against Cas’ cheek. Cold. 

A sob is torn out of him.


The tears stream down his face, freely, as his breathing falters. He falls, leaning his forehead on Cas’s chest, and he cries.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there before he feels a glowing warmth around him. When he looks up he sees a sphere of golden light encircling him and Cas’ body. In an instant the light folds together and funnels into Cas’ chest.

Dean sits back on his legs, watching as the light courses through Cas’ body… and then disappears. For a long moment, Dean thinks he just went crazy, that nothing was even there.

But then Castiel opens his eyes.


His chest is rising and falling. Dean looks at the soil under him and the burned wing marks are gone.

“Dean?” Cas says, as he sits up, slowly. “What-”

Cas can’t finish his question, but his mouth tastes like light; like sunshine.

When he pulls back, Dean rests his head against Cas’, eyes closed, breathing heavy.

“I told you never to do that again, you asshole.”

Cas smiles, “Apologies.”

anonymous asked:

The boys reactions when a person flirts with their s/o and tries to stop it but before they can their s/o hits the said person flirting?

Soldier 76:

  • Oh, he is storming over to you. he is ready to paint his fits red.
  • He stops in his tracks when he sees you drop kick that sucker.
  • He stares in awe as you just kick their ass and send them away with a shout.
  • He chuckles with pride as he then approaches you casually and slings an arm over your shoulder.
  • “That’s my boy/girl.”


  • DEATH COMES. He is ready to kill, shotguns ready.
  • Then he sees you punch the person straight in the jaw.
  • Reaper’s jaw drops… and he drops his guns.
  • He rushes over to you after you’ve chased the stranger away and he holds onto you tight.
  • “Excellent job, mi amor.”


  • Deadeye’s ready. McCree is ready for an old fashioned stand off when he sees someone flirting with you.
  • He sputters when he sees you bop them in the nose, but he keeps making his way over in case you need help.
  • He tries to contain his laughter when he notices they now have a nosebleed.
  • He’ll casually put an arm around your waist and shoo the other person away.
  • Then, he’d press a kiss to your lips and mutter how hot that was. 


  • He’s racing to get his launcher loaded. No one gets close to you without losing a limb or two or four.
  • His anger quickly turns into laughter when he sees you give them a slap.
  • he then proceeds to chase them off for good measure, then runs back to you to give you a big hug.
  • “That was killer!” he says. “How come I don’t see you do that more often?”
  • You may or may not feel his boner touching you as he hugs you. 

where are all of my blind children of Apollo that can shoot an arrow and always hit the bullseye?

what about all of my deaf children of Hephaestus who don’t realize they’re making so much noise in the forges?

what about all of my children of Aphrodite with down syndrome who are beautiful af and are sure to kick your ass walking down the runway?

what about all of the badass children of Ares who were born without a limb? They may only have one hand, but they can wack your ass into the next century.

how about the mute children of Hermes? Best tricksters around. Be sure to hide your wallet well when you are near them. They’ll probably steal it when you least notice.

and how could I forget the ever so beautiful children of hades in wheelchairs? they will summon a skeleton on your ass.

where are all of my badass disabled children of the gods? We need more representation for all of the disabled kids reading the books. We may have plenty of lgbtq+ representation, but the disabled also deserve some.

Voltron Character Study: Zarkon

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I promised you guys one of these shindigs ages ago so let’s do this, everyone’s favorite (??) scary space turtle warlord. Sphinx? Everybody talks about the galra being cats and no one accuses Zarkon of being a sphinx. What’s up with that, guys. 

I’m getting off topic.

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Peridot’s Lost Days

A search for a corrupted Gem splits the gang up, with Pearl and Peridot arriving in Empire City at night. Their search gets sidetracked when Peridot bumps into a girl she met when she was on the run back before getting captured by the Crystal Gems. Peridot confides in Pearl that she’s worried her friend might think less of her without her limb enhancers, leading Pearl to suspect that Peridot regards this human to be more than just a friend, not unlike her own feelings towards the Mystery Girl. Pearl helps Peridot get over her anxiety and the two return home with no corrupted Gem, but with a better understanding of each other.

steven universe & how to fluctuate character heights appropriately

i was watching a show last night and it got me realizing that there was a correct way to change character heights for various reasons in television shows or just in animation in general.

ive never seen a post going in depth about this so i decided to make one of my own.

just a warning, VERY long post ahead (i like to avoid using read mores so the post is still readable if anything happens in the future)

a big problem with steven universe is their Heights. they’re inconsistent with them. one moment lapis is only a head taller than steven, and the next he’s shorter than peridot without her limb enhancers.

(left is from “mirror gem”, right is from “same old world”)

the Reason why this is a problem? it’s unprofessional and unintentional. it’s unprofessional in that character heights are a BASIC thing in animation.

anyone having inconsistent heights and not even having height sheets (or going off character sheets in general) will be criticized.

its unintentional because there’s no reason behind the height changes. they dont hold a narrative purpose, nor do they serve as emphasis for a scene. it’s blatant and bad and it shows that the crew /probably/ doesnt care too much

earlier i mentioned i was watching a certain show which got me thinking about this. that show in particular is another cartoon network show called chowder which handles having inconsistent character heights correctly. this is done with a character called endive.

(left is from “at your service”, right is from “chowder’s girlfriend”)

she’s normally about a head taller than one of the main characters, mung daal (the blue guy). she serves as the main antagonist of the show alongside her apprentice panini and has a very uptight and snobbish attitude.

in the show, she often grows in size to fit the mood of scenes and to add emphasis to them.

a few examples that come to mind are in the episode “at your service” when endive grows to a Mountainous size in order to add emphasis and tension to a scene

and in the episode “the apprentice games” where she, once again, grows in size for emphasis for a scene and for a joke

(left is from “at your service”, right is from “the apprentice games”)

i’ll state one more time since this is a Very important point. endive’s height changes are based around the emphasis of a scene. these height changes are 100% deliberate and are used to give a scene more emphasis and/or tension.

this point might be brushed off by some people since chowder is a comedy show, but i do know another show that’s serious and story driven like steven universe that ALSO does deliberate height changes

its an anime known as kill la kill. in it, there are many many instances of characters growing in size in order to give emphasis to a scene (or conversely shrinking).

ira gamagoori is of the typical human size, just very large. however, he’s a very intimidating a powerful character and, like endive, will grow at certain times throughout the show in order to give emphasis to a scene

(all three images from “if only i had thorns like a thistle”)

just during the opening scene from the Very First Episode, we see, in his first appearance, gamagoori literally steals the entire scene from pure size alone.

once again, this was a deliberate exaggeration of size in order to put accentuation a scene.

i’d also like to quickly add something i saw from another post which you can find here: http://charlesoberonn.tumblr.com/post/159340614461/adventure-time-here-are-the-dos-and-donts-of

in short, jake the dog from a very similar show, adventure time, can often be considered a character that will change heights without reason like how characters do in su and is used to criticize adventure time for that reason.

why that point is moot is because he actually remains consistent in height relative to his surrounding environment and he actually has a character sheet

in the examples of how to properly fluctuate character heights, not only did i compare it to a comedy show, but i also compared it to TWO story-driven or all-around serious shows

there are ways to change character heights correctly and steven universe doesn’t follow any of these ways. the character height changes in the show are completely unintentional and serve no purpose whatsoever other than being a mark of laziness on the crew’s part

and, like i said at the beginning of this post, character heights are a BASIC THING in animation. theyre not something you can just throw out the window

if steven universe can’t keep height charts, the very least they could do is to try to keep characters’ heights consistent RELATIVE TO EACH OTHER

i can’t think of anything else to add so i’ll leave it at that