Sizeable Fortitude

Eric Samuels Student - part of fortitudehall rp

[sizeablefortitude]

://FORTITUDE_HALL/HERO_RECORDS/REQUEST_ACCESS … SAMUELS, E.

HERO INFORMATION:

name :   SAMUELS, ERIC

hero alias:   WRIGHT SIZE

age :   27

gender :   TRANS MALE (HE/HIM/HIS)

sexual orientation:   HOMOSEXUAL

role in fortitude hall :   STUDENT

affiliation :   FRAT, ALPHA NU GAMMA

faceclaim :   NOAH CENTINEO

positive attribute :   CHILL / HARD WORKING / EAGER TO PLEASE

negative attribute :  ALOOF / MYOPIC / RECKLESS

POWER LISTING:

powers :   primary:   SIZE MANIPULATION /  secondary:   SUPER ELASTICITY  /  tertiary:   TACTILE TELEKINESIS

limitations :  He can't grow indefinitely, there is a hypothetical threshold on how big or small Wright Size can get. If he gets too big and tall, gravity may impact his body, causing him to be slower in actions. Similarly to getting too small. Wright Size also runs the risk of being vulnerable in his smaller sizes. Extreme heat and cold can be a detriment when used against his elasticity.

appearance :   His suit, custom made to handle his super sized proportions, is a vibrant cool blue with deep red accents and boots. There's a belt like structure attached to his suit to help regulate the suit's structural integrity. As tempting as it is to see a 50ft tall man running about, Wright Size would like avoiding it as much as possible.

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ORIGIN AND NORMAL LIFE:

description on file :   Developing powers later in life, Wright Size has a bit of a sloppy technique regarding his abilities. Though each day spent at Fortitude Hall, he has done a lot of growing and as well as a lot of shrinking, slowly mastering his powers with the help of his network of friends and his mentor.

behind the hero : outside of Fortitude Hall, Wright Size is Eric Samuels, chill bro eager to make friends and catch up on the latest gossip. He is a bit of a kluts when it comes to talking to others, but he doesn't give up easy.

[cverride]

@sizeablefortitude gets a Landon starter

It was rough to reconstruct his special suit with modern technology, especially since he was used to a lot more advanced gear and equipment back in the future. But now that he had access to Fortitude Hall's resources, Landon could finally get his suit back up and running, even if he couldn't make it saronite powered anymore.

Or he thought it was up and running, because one of his arm cannons imploded during a test run and he was forced to land and walk out of his suit to study the damage. Now, there was no need for him to be testing his weapons in his underwear, but in his defense, he did not expect it to explode.

"Hey!" he greeted the poor bystander who had to see the whole thing, smiling his way as if he hadn't just walked out of his armor in nothing but his boxers. "Sorry if I startled you. This was NOT supposed to happen."

[sizeablefortitude]

"Uh huh," Eric had began to say, his tone and expression lending to display his doubt in believing the other man's explanation for the other man's half naked display. "… I believe you."

He lifted a brow, not in confusion, but in slightly curiosity as the other man walked closer to him. Eric was no stranger towards the way the men in Fortitude seemed to focus on one thing and the methods they'd attempted to catch said one thing. Of course, exploding yourself mid flight might have been a new one Eric hadn't seen others do yet. Perhaps if done by one of the more pyrokinetic heroes instead, Eric might have found himself a bit more impressed.

As the oil and sweat seemed to lather itself in a rather inciting manner across Landon's skin. The pyrotechnic performance in the air hadn't been enough for Eric to consider talking to the man, but the stolen glance at the other man's labored physique? Perhaps. He gives a simple nod towards the man's boxers, they looked slightly singed but the design looked familiar to Eric, "I think I had an accident wearing a similar pair like those." He began, "I- Uh, I mean, from a growing accident! Heh."

[glossandglory]

Jonathan   didn’t   react   right   away.   No   laugh,   no   sharp   correction,   not   even   a   visible   flicker   of   surprise.   If   anything,   his   stillness   felt   deliberate.   Like   the   kind   that   came   from   years   of   deciding   whether   a   situation   was   a   threat,   a   nuisance,   or   something   that   could   be   bent   to   his   advantage.   He   followed   Eric   into   the   restroom   without   comment,   one   hand   catching   the   stall   door   before   it   swung   too   far   shut   with   his   broad   frame   angling   to   shield   them   from   wandering   eyes.   The   noise   of   the   bar   bled   through   the   walls   in   a   muffled   haze,   laughter   and   bass   reduced   to   background   static.   His   gaze   drifted   from   the   stranger’s   phone   to   Eric’s   face,   lingering   there   with   quiet   assessment,   as   if   weighing   not   the   request   itself   but   what   it   was   doing   to   him.

“You’re   asking   the   wrong   question,”   Jonathan   said   at   last,   voice   low   and   steady   as   he   leaned   in   just   enough   to   be   heard,   his   breath   warm   against   Eric’s   ear.   “What   matters   is   whether   you   care.”   There   was   a   pause,   and   then   the   faintest   twitch   at   the   corner   of   his   mouth.   Something   close   to   amusement,   though   restrained.   He   reached   out,   fingers   briefly   closing   around   Eric’s   wrist   as   he   worked   the   phone,   not   to   guide   but   to   steady,   a   grounding   touch   that   spoke   of   control   rather   than   permission.   “If   someone’s   expectations   are   that   specific,”   he   continued   evenly,   eyes   lifting   to   meet   Eric’s,   “they’ve   already   decided   how   this   ends.   Disappointment’s   on   them,   not   you.”

Jonathan   shifted   his   stance   so   he   was   subtly   but   intentionally   placing   himself   between   Eric   and   the   stall   door   as   the   flashlight   clicked   on   and   off   once   beneath   his   thumb.   Protective   without   being   possessive.   “I   don’t   usually   perform   for   strangers,”   he   added   quietly,   tone   calm   but   considering.   After   a   beat,   his   gaze   softened   just   a   fraction   as   it   returned   to   Eric.   “We   can   give   them   quite   the   show   if   you   want,”   he   murmured,   “but   if   anything   gets   leaked   out?   I'm   blaming   you.”   A   pause   followed,   heavy   but   not   uncomfortable.   “Your   call,”   Jonathan   finished,   voice   steady   with   his   eyes   never   leaving   him.

[sizeablefortitude]

"I don't care…" Eric began to say curtly, his dark eyes blinking up at the other man before he starting stammering. "Well, I do since I'm doing this with you, but I generally don't-- Not that I don't care who I have sex with. It's just…" Eric couldn't stop his rambling until Jonathan's impressive size presented himself in front of him. For some reason, Eric thought it wouldn't be the first time that phrase passed through his mind. His eyes climbed the length of Jonathan's solid build. Even without the muscle and the height, the voice from the other man was enough for Eric to consider his choice wisely. He seemed very capable in many aspects, and very much more capable of following through with the threat hidden in his words.

Refreshing.

Eric straightens up, his eyes narrowing at the other man. He wouldn't admit it, but there was something about the mentors of Fortitude Hall that made it impossible to reject them. Even when the decision was Eric's to make, the size charger had an irrational need to prove himself. Swallowing dryly, Eric nods at Jonathan in the affirmative. His hand reaches behind the taller man, his elasticity put on display as Eric stretches his arm to open the stall door behind Jonathan. Eric's gaze doesn't waver, biting his lip as a couple of steps are taken to close their distance between their hips; Eric's attempt at guiding the beefier built man into the stall.

"We can always ask command to nuke it from the web if we hate how we look." Eric begins to say, the phone's view positioned in between their untied clothed hips. Looking around the rest of the bathroom, Eric checked for any stragglers before growing in size, leading Jonathan into the stall. It was quite the rush for the student, getting to have fun with one of the mentors and a Protector at that. Shrinking to a shorter size, Eric got on his knees, phone clumsily in his hand as he palms Jonathan's crotch. Eric's eyebrow rose, searching for a sign to continue.

[gothamusings-deactivated2024032]

THE MORNING AFTER PROMPTS. a collection of memes derived from the morning after trope, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal (18+). send (reverse) along with any action prompts to swap the assigned roles.

i'm surprised that you stayed.

would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?

last night was incredible. i especially liked it when you did the thing.

how long have you been awake?

don't move. i'm comfortable.

what would you say to some breakfast?

i should really go.

i like waking up next to you.

you know, i could go another round. or three.

you look cute first thing in the morning.

i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk today.

what time is it?

i don't think i caught your name.

stop moving.

you talk in your sleep.

you have to leave, right now.

how did my shirt get there?

i'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.

shut up, i'm trying to sleep.

your feet are cold.

i was worried last night had been a dream.

wanna order food and spoon for a while?

i thought you'd left.

come back to bed.

i didn't want to disturb you.

your phone was ringing.

last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right?

i've been waiting so long for this.

i love you.

kiss. for sender's muse to waken receiver's muse up with a kiss.

spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.

breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed.

morning. for our muses to have sleepy, morning sex.

shower. for our muses to shower together.

bathe. for our muses to bathe together.

kitchen. for our muses to prepare breakfast together.

trace. for sender's muse to trace the marks they left on receiver's body.

watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep.

display. for sender's muse to watch as receiver's muse begins to get dressed.

pin. for sender's muse to stop the receiver's muse from leaving the bed.

mouth. for sender's muse to initiate sleepy oral sex on receiver's muse.

[sizeablefortitude]

whomst: @heavenbit (holland) where: near Holland's dwelling n.n when: xmas season

A trail of white steam exited Eric's mouth as he walked through the snow encrusted pavement of the Fortitude Hall campus. Bundled in many layers of sweats and jackets, Eric exhales a hot breath into the palms of his hands before retreating them into the puffy pockets of his jacket. He hadn't expected to be out in a cold day like this, especially in the middle of flurrying snow such as this. Flakes of white clung themselves to the student's lashes and hugged his rosy cheeks. On his back, a backpack filled with a few winter essentials, mainly movies along with packets of hot cocoa mix.

Eric had heard of this thing called care kits; packages filled with things parents would send their kids in college. Used to help perk up people in the middle of midterms or exam seasons, some filled with extra school supplies like notebooks and pencils. Other times, the kits were filled with snacks. The origins of the snacks could be as simple as from the local gas station to even being homemade. Students were also the kinds of people being given these kinds of kits. Eric decided to make one, not for a student but, for a mentor he thought needed the extra holiday cheer.

Along with the holiday movies and hot cocoa mix, Eric had a couple supplies to make a few baked goods too. Nuts, brownie mix, and some bite sized chocolates. All packed into his backpack and with the way Eric had nearly slipped on his ass a few blocks back, eager to taste the cold winter air. At least the student would have a decent trail mix with the remaining items should the brownie mix escape flour first onto the pavement. There was also an ingredient in his backpack Eric could share with his intended kit receiver should the brownies burn or become ruined in another fashion.

Ever since joining Fortitude Hall, Eric sought to be the best he could be. Watching and dissecting every bit of information being taught to him in one aspect or another. Holland, while not his mentor, was a bit of a inspiring figure to Eric. The list of compliments was lengthy, however, in this cold, Eric found himself unable to focus on much until he was stepping in front of Holland's home. Warm.

"F-Fuck, this…" Eric hisses, shivering under the light of decorated lampposts and walkways adorned with Christmas lights.

The metahuman decided to use his power, growing a bit bigger, hoping the additional mass would help warm his body. It felt as easy as thinking and having the change happen, enlarging himself a couple of inches taller. The rest of his body growing as well in proportion, occupying the space around himself like it was there all along. Eric could already feel a relief, sighing in triumph before hearing a >crack< behind himself. A steady stream of thuds followed as items from his backpack had begun to fall out of the backpack.

Eric's brow furrowed as he turned back as he quickly shrunk back to his "default" size, his hands scrambled to scoop up the items that had fallen. Growing in size enough to accommodate the fallen items along with the ripped backpack. On the bright side, the familiar front steps of Holland's dwelling were visible now, just a few feet from where Eric had stood.

The added size and solid weight allowed Eric to close the distance quickly, though the cold relief may have only been placebo as Eric felt colder now without the backpack shielding his back from the winter breeze. Knocking a couple times on Holland's door, Eric mustered out a low "H-Holland? I'm here with a present."

[men-in-4k]

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[sizeablefortitude]

closed starter for: @xheroismsx (jonathan) location: bar when: xmas season

He was a bit surprised anyone would approach him at a packed bar, much less while accompanied with a friend. Eric has been described by others as unapproachable. He guessed it might have been the unmoving brow and his habit to not add much to the conversation as he preferred his feigned air of being a stoic bastard to his usual easy going self while in public. With how dangerous things could get in Elysium City, Eric had found that it was easier to save the city behind a mask. Learning that he might have worn one mask better than the other was at times concerning. Even more so when he seemed to be blanking on what to do about this barfly's request.

"You heard them correctly, right?" Eric leans over to say in Jonathan's ear. He grew his form a bit so the other man didn't have to hunch over that much while talking to him. A look of amusement and panic is shared towards Jonathan as Eric looked back at the man with the request. Eric didn't often mean to objectify, but this man was hot. Nevertheless, the size changer took the strangers phone, leading Jonathan in tow to the restrooms as they made their way to film quiet the scandalous scene in the middle of a stall.

"You think it'll matter if I have no dick to suck?" Eric asks nonchalantly, his fingers working the stranger's phone for its camera and flashlight. "I'm pretty sure there's games on here we can play instead… But we would have one disappointed pervy fan."

[sizeablefortitude]

[sizeablefortitude]

tags.

「 ⚛ 」 ─── eric (about) 「 ⚛ 」 ─── eric (face) 「 ⚛ 」 ─── eric (body) 「 ⚛ 」 ─── eric (usfw) 「 ⚛ 」 ─── eric (ask) 「 ⚛ 」 ─── eric (starter) interactions ── 「 ⚛ 」 ── w/ muse