Hey i just wanna make sure i got this right. If we have a headcanon for someone that we submit to you we submit a pic of them with the headcanon?
Yep. All those anon asks I get with headcanons just get deleted.
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Hey i just wanna make sure i got this right. If we have a headcanon for someone that we submit to you we submit a pic of them with the headcanon?
Yep. All those anon asks I get with headcanons just get deleted.

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I noticed ur gransona/ gravity falls oc named Jean Chavez. I just wanna let you know my character shares the same last name.
Oh! Same (last) name then! Is that a good thing though?
Do you have any tips on the Nautolan physical appearance? Like if they can be longer or shorter than Kit Fisto's? If they can be slimer or thicker than average size?
Iāve actually made an in-depth post about nautolan design before, here!
http://deer-head-xiris.tumblr.com/post/163876906475/any-tips-on-how-to-draw-nautlons
as for tentacle length, I think that could be up to your own personal preference. Iāve designed some with shorter than average tendrils before, I say go for it if you want 2
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(Looking up the meaning of the names I found out Akande means first born, so I changed it to his twin sister who was born right after him)
āNoā Akande looked around him, the rubble of the destroyed buildings surrounding him. āNoā the word seemed to be his personal mantra as the ruins of his home surrounded him. āNoā he said once more as he gained his wits and began running towards his home, his family, his life. He stopped once more when he saw what had become of it, it was in ruin, most of it collapsed and the parts that werenāt were surrounded by flame. He was running on pure adrenaline as he ran into the remains of the crumbled building, his home that he grew, learned, and played in. He knew exactly where he was headed, the layout imprinted in his mind from his years of living there.
He turned a corner and his run slowed into a jog before stopping completely āNoā it was a quiet whisper. He looked into his sisterās room or what was left of it and saw her, her legs and one arm crushed by fallen rubble. He ran over to her trying to push it off of her with all his might, he was much stronger than most people, having been training in multiple fighting styles since youth but he still couldnāt move it. He stopped for a moment to kick away an approaching omnic but then was right back at his sisterās side. āAkande?ā A weak voice gasped out, sounding rough, but still familiar. āShanumi!ā He said, relieved she was still alive. āYou came back,ā she said, voice still quiet, but tears were starting to well up in her eyes āyou did it,ā she said as the tears started streaming āI did it, I did it for you,ā Akande said, starting to cry as well.
āIām gonna win the nationalsā Akande has said one day at dinner. Everyone else, his parents and sister turned to him. His dad and mom smiled āOf course you will,ā they said, but they werenāt mocking him, no they truly believed Akande was capable of greatness. āWhen you win can you bring back the championship? I wanna see it!ā His twin said eagerly. āThe first thing Iāll do when I win is fly right back here and weāll all celebrateā
And thatās exactly what he did, just last night he had won and eagerly hopped on a plane heading back to his hometown. He was their hero now, something his family, his tribe could be remembered by. Everyone would be saying āthatās the Yoruba tribe, thatās where Ā Akande Ogundimu is fromā. But before he arrived news of the omnic crisis spreading here had flocked the news, he couldnāt believe it. That was his home, safe from the outside world, that was supposed to always be there for him. Now though? Now it was gone, and here he was standing next to his dying sister. He was drawn out of thoughts by his sister hacking into her hand she used to cover her mouth. When she removed it there was blood covering it. She grabbed Akandeās left hand and placed something, a piece of paper, in it āIām proud of you, we all areā he looked right into her eyes as the light faded from them.
āNo, no, no, noā he went back to trying to push the rubble of his sister. All the while hiccuping up sobs repeating the same words over and over āno, no, noā. He slowly sunk to the floor, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, something he hadnāt done since he was a child. He stayed there before hearing a loud creaking and looking up to see more of the roof starting to fall, he tried to run but it was too late the fallen peace of building landed directly on his right arm.
When the ambulance had found him, he was unconscious but still alive. They saw the paper in his hands and opened it to reveal a photograph of himself and the dead body a few feet away. When he awoke he found out that his sister and both of his parents had died in the attack. Unfortunately, they couldnāt save his arm and he had to have it amputated but was able to get a special prosthetic built by his fatherās company. As if the loss of his family wasnāt enough he then found out that his new arm gave him an āunfair advantageā in fights, so he ended up losing everything he had ever cared about.
But now, Akande found a purpose and he was no longer called Akande. He had a name with a legacy, a name that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies, and that name was Doomfist. He looked down at the piece of paper he had kept so long, the picture starting to fade from old age and white lines where the picture had been folded āIāll make you proudā
Could I request a headcanon involving Roadhog having a twin brother (Milo) with a prosthetic arm, long gray ponytail, gray eyes, bandana over his mouth, love to tell stories, is friendly and works with his brother and Junkrat? Maybe even including some nsfw stuff as well.
I donāt write specific OC stuff (which is what this feels like; sorry if Iām incorrect), sorry!Ā

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A3 Stobber
Send me a letter/meme combo and iāll but out a pic
look at these young dads; ;
Send me a letter/number combo and iāll bust out a pic
@shadowapprentice2 i never thought of ferguffin before XD cute pair! since iād never drawn them their proportions and stuuff might be off,but i hope you still enjoy ;D
& i really love young stobber w o Ā w
I just started to play the game today, but I absolutely love it. I first am doing Stan pines with my one oc and than I'll do Ford Pines with another.
isa: Yay!!!!!! I love hearing people are making ocs to play and explore, itās so good and pure. keep on keepin on ;w;Ā
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