#💀 speaks

[punchitime]

So... Lucid dreaming huh?

So I've had... Multiple lucid dreams of Punch Out so I'm deciding to share headcanons/moments that have happened

So for context on my end: when lucid dreaming i can feel whenever someone touches me. Let's just say that someone tested their arm on my shoulder for example, yeah i can feel the arm on my shoulder in my dream. Same deal with any kind of pain. Though i can't smell or taste anything that i haven't smelled/tasted before.

Anyways let's get into this

Bear Hugger, unsurprisingly, does give the best hugs... Though he accidentally popped my back with a hug and instantly panicked (i was fine btw)

^ His bear does sometimes show up in the WVBA, which i wouldn't mind... But coming around a corner to be face to face with a full sized bear is TERRIFYING

^^ The squirrel on the other hand was cute actually, very active lil fella...s. yeah there was multiple and they ambushed me once. Had to stay where i was for a bit until Bear Hugger came over to help

Soda is intimidating.... But shockingly friendly. Somehow befriended him and now he likes to just randomly pick me up like a cat (he has randomly picked me up Lion King style before too. Why? I have no idea but it scared the hell outta me)

^ He did give me his soda once actually. If you've ever had Mug Root Beer it tasted like that but a few notches sweeter than that brand (idk if this is because my brain decided to should tastes this way but that's what it reminded me of)

Bald Bull... Is actually surprisingly nice, quiet for the most part but nice... if he's not in a bad mood or if you're not acting like a crazy fan/interviewer.

^ The guy just wants his privacy and time to himself, and i don't judge him because wtf with these interviewers-

Mad Clown is actually sassy as hell but to the point his comments are equally as funny with the timing. He's gotten a few good surprised wheezes out of me with his timing.

^ somehow befriended him too. Probably because i was the only one reacting to his comments

Mad Clown does have a clown car (and I'm... Assuming a regular one for everyday use), found that out because i went to see a boxing match and he deadass pulled up to the ring in the clown car-

^ how tf it worked i have no idea don't ask me.

Accidentally met Carmen actually, she's very sweet and bubbly

^ Don on the other hand... My god he was cocky af. Me and him didn't mix well since I'm very much a humble kinda person.

Sandman was... Scary actually. More scary than i thought with how tall he is and his facial expression always seeming angry (he wasn't btw, apparently it's just his resting face which... Yeah fair enough)

^ He's also nice, just not social which i related to. Didn't get to talk to him for long sadly but still was pleasant

Did meet Super Macho Man ... Had the same kinda deal with Don, we didn't mix well. Though SMM was trying to showoff his merch/money just because i was new around, and HATED the fact that I was looking at him like he was insane. Low-key his offended face is funny tho

Aran was, unsurprisingly, chaotic as hell. I was a victim of a few pranks, shockingly none too harmful, i just ran nearly close lined into some plastic wrap because he tied to to a doorframe and he put sone of my stuff on high places so i can't reach them without climbing up whatever he put it on... And was shocked seeing me literally climb up it because i refused to ask for help. I think he gives the more harmful pranks to the other boxers.

Aran really likes to point out how short i am (im 5"3'... That mf is 6"1') compared to him by putting his arm casually on my head... Yeah long story short i bit his arm in response and he hasn't done it again

There's something in Hoy's staff (i was handing Hoy his staff for context of how i know this). The top like swirly part is hollow, the rest isn't just that top part and something rattles in it. I don't know if it's just a broken piece of wood or what.

Dragon and Birdie do have a rivalry. Found that out because Dragon nearly nailed me with a shoe somehow- he got Birdie tho

^ note to self: Dragon has good aim when throwing objects because wtf-

Interacting with Hondo was kinda like Sandman, intimidating but nice, and not too social

[chaospunch]

Idea

So for context, I'll make Spotify playlist for most of my OCS. And i just realized that i haven't made one for Terra, Xaviel and Trix (Mari already has a playlist because I started to make that midway making her, but still feel free to send songs for her if y'all want too)

So y'all feel free to send songs in the ask box that reminds you of any of those three, doesn't matter if they're based off their vibes or behaviors or whatever. Feel free to send me songs for them!

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[frogchiro]

Thinking about RE2 Leon recently bc he's strangely underrated and I love him sm ;;

He's young and inexperienced but so so eager, the thing is, so we're you, his lovely girlfriend♡ You basically were each other's firsts for everything and, hopefully, each others lasts.

But don't let Leon's inexperience fool you! Under those beautiful blue eyes that look at you like you hung the moon and stars and that sweet puppy love is a very determined young man that wants to do everything to make you happy and satisfied! And what better way to show it than have you folded in your shared bed, balls deep inside you and stuffing you with his 3rd load?♡

Like I said, Leon is VERY determined to make you feel good; he's a passionate lover, always puts your pleasure first and makes sure you're okay. However when he's in a particular mood, especially after he got dumbed down with a leg-shaking orgasm or two, he starts to go on autopilot and act like a dumb, heat driven mutt💔

Leon is usually very vocal in bed, not ashamed to show you how much you pleasure him whenever you're sucking him off, giving him a nice, loving handjob while he suckled your nipples or when he's deep deep inside your cunt, like right now and he doesn't hold back at all.

Answers all your pleasured noises with his own moan, whines and whimpers and he has absolutely no shame! Why would he? His girl, his love, his favorite person in the world is making him go blank from pleasure! And when he feels his swollen, sensitive tip bump your cervix? You both let out loud whines and he cums immediately, tip staying right there at the opening of your precious womb :(

You can whine and kick your legs behind him, actually please whine at him :(( He will answer with his own pathetic noises, looking at you from behind his blonde fringe, those huge, teary blue eyes looking at you with love and adoration that makes you feel like your heart will burst♡

[jennrypan]

Jason: Yo, Tim wanna see something?

Tim:..Against my better judgement, sure.

Jason, staring directly at him and then suddenly he disappears just to appear next to him:

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT WAS THAT?

Jason: I dunno, something I did once..I think I can only do it twice..that was the second time.

Tim: WHA-? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

Jason: I can't do it again, that's the last time I'll be able to do that

Tim: ..Then WHY the hell did you show me that!?

Jason: Cuz if you tell anyone else, they'll never believe you and you can't make me show them.

Tim: What's wrong with you?!

Jason: Timmy..I will do anything and everything..just cuz it's a little funny to me.

Tim:

Jason, holding his hand out and suddenly the All-Blades appears: I also have this but I won't use it again for the same reason

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK!!

[eustaceloser]

do you think my twitter wants me to know about narumitsu tops on the ace attorney account?????

[skipblebee]

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FENGQING FOREVER!!!!!

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 4

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and presses the heels of his palm into his eyes.

Im such a piece of shit. God, how could I just do that.

He’s pissed at Steve for not saying something sooner, for waiting until Eddie had something good in his grasp. But he’s angry with himself too.

How stupid is he, really? Did he really not notice until it all came face to face?

He has Adiel’s number memorized, but he knows which of Steve’s beauty marks form constellations.

Mostly, hes confused. His feelings are a jumbled mess and he’s never been good at sorting them out. Naturally, he turns to music. Dio has serenaded him these past few days. Wayne has steered clear of his shit show.

How do you feel right now?

What do you see?

Where would you be right now?

Hey angel what about me?

Jesus fucking fuck. He attempts to run his hand through his hair only it doesn’t get too far, rings snagged in his tangled hair. He can feel the oil built up on the strands and knows it’s time to get his ass out of bed. He doesn’t.

“Angel, Angel, angel. You were my angel. Just not anymore.” He mutters to himself long after the track has finished and another song plays. He’s learning to let go still, even after he’s ended it.

You know what really makes him feel like a dickhead? That Adiel got hurt because of him. He didn’t deserve to get caught in Eddie’s bullshit.

Guilt eats him alive.

His conscious hurts and his heart trembles, tumbled in his chest, but he doesn’t feel the heartbreak the way he should. That world-on-fire and breath burning feeling. He can’t find it.

Like a masochist he wants for it, desires it, deserves it like sinner.

Those last few weeks were enough for his feelings to settle, for his heart to make a decision with or without his input. He tried—god fuck I tried—to feel that skipped-beat flutter when Adiel smiled his way. Could almost convince himself he could. That Adiel’s interlocked hand in his still felt an extension of himself instead of something foreign.

It used to feel like I belonged at his side. Why did it have to stop?

He’s wronged a friend who trusted him to keep his heart safe. A friend who had already been through so much. And Eddie added to that lifetime of hurt because he couldn’t figure it out himself.

Because he was too stupid to see and too stupid to know.

He thinks of Steve’s lips, like he has now for days. Weeks. His heart twists, rung out. That skipped-beat flutter that betrays him.

Fuck. Fuck, man.

He has to stop yanking at his hair like he can train himself out of feeling it.

Do your demons, do they ever let you go?

When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside

Is it someone that you know?

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

We're a lie, you and I.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells no one because he needs to say it until he can forgive himself a little. Until he can make himself believe that Adiel will forgive him, in time.

“I’m so sorry,” this time says it to himself, covers his face with his hands and finally cries.

Against his fucking will he cries, can’t hold onto it anymore. Ugly retching sobs that can only come from mourning an almost.

Finally, after days of like solitude, Wayne creeps in un-intrusive as a shadow. His hand on his shoulder may be the only thing that keeps Eddie from disappearing.

“I could’ve loved him, Wayne. I could’ve—I did. I think I fucking loved him and I didn’t know until—until I didn’t anymore. And then—and then I just couldn’t again.”

I wish he got to know that. That even for a short time, I had loved him.

Wayne, ever a man of few words, sits with him and lets him have his silence.

———

It’s a little over a month after that that Steve pays him a visit.

He’s smart enough to show up when Wayne isn’t home, looking sheepish as he shuffles on his front step. At least he has the gall to look him in the eyes.

All this is because of you, he thinks. His dark under eyes, his pallid skin. The rage in his blood. The almost that he had.

“Why are you here?” He looks taken aback, almost shrinks in on himself.

“I… the boys said that you, well.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, his hair longer than when Eddie last saw it. It slips through Steve’s fingers. “You never came by again and I wanted to see you. To talk? Can we talk? Can’t… can’t I come in?”

Having Steve in his home, in his space, is dangerous.

Those eyes are deep, soften by tired shadows.

“No,” his swallow is audible and steels himself, “Why should I want you in my home, Steve?”

Steve stands there lips parted and hands clenches at the bottom of his sweatshirt, eyes shined over. Eddie takes the chance to step forward. Everything inside him is too much.

“Don’t you understand what you did? I was happy. And you, fuck, you ruined it! Steve! You!” He out of the door way now and Steve steps back, back, back.

Steve’s face is red in shame. Eddie’s in anger. His pointed finger jabbed at his chest, accusing.

“You couldn’t just let me be happy? Why? Why did you kiss me, Steve? Why then? Was it because you couldn’t stand that I finally had someone? Say something!”

Steves eyes overflow, “Yes! I could stand it because I love you, asshole! I thought, I don’t know—I thought you loved me, too. Okay? Me. We both felt it—tell me you felt it too, Eddie? It wasn’t just me, right?

“You were everywhere and everything. You’d smile at me and it was the sun. So close, always right there and it was like we were—we were teetering on the edge of something amazing. And I was so happy, Eddie. So happy that day ‘cuz I thought, it was just us, right? Me and you. Just us. Together.

“But then you saw him and your weren’t even listening to me. You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? You only had eyes for him. You left me there and I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cuz suddenly all you’d talk about was him. Every day and every minute we were together. After thinking, after thinking you loved me too.

That I had you.

So yes! Okay? I kissed you because I was selfish and I needed to know. I needed to know if any of it was real. If there really was nothing there.”

Steve’s breathing hard by the end of, words a wavering wet string of rawn vulnerable pulled out of his chest. He’s looking at the floor, hair covering his eyes, and shoulders trembling as he hiccups.

Then, everything feels still. Calm inside. For the first time in ages, Eddie feels like he can take a deep breath and not fall apart. He closes his eyes for a second and just breathes. The fight escapes him with the last breath.

“You ruined me, Steve. You ruined me in a way that even I didn’t understand. I didn’t know, not until that night, about how you felt. And I’m sorry if it was my fault, if I did and said things to make you feel that way, okay? But I didn’t… I didn’t feel that way about you. Not then. Not when you kissed me.”

“And now? Eddie? Do you… could you feel that way for me, now?”

“If it weren’t for you,” he begins, “Adiel and I… we could’ve had something great. But then you—and I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered so much on why you kissed me that night, replaying every moment together, to see what you saw. And ended up feeling… feeling what you felt.”

He takes the chance to move forward the last bit of space to reach to him, have him look him in the eyes. Both of them mirror images of despair.

“You ruined me, Stevie. Everything was different. It wasn’t perfect anymore, I couldn’t make it perfect again. And I couldn’t be who I had been with Adiel knowing that I couldn’t find in me what we had before. That maybe, this has the chance of being something amazing, too.

I stopped seeing you everyday, so I saw you in everything. I stopped speaking to you, and you became the voice inside my head. It was maddening.”

Eddie laughs and wipes away the tears from Steve’s eyes, they fall faster when he smiles a weak and small but real thing.

“Adiel and I, we fit together; we were good together. But despite that, I didn’t want him anymore. I didn’t know why, I think I still don’t, but… I don’t need to know. I just need feel it, Stevie. And I feel it. I want this. Me and you. You have throughly ruined me, for anybody else.”

This time the kiss is different. It’s shared elation, wet and salty on the tongue, and clumsy as they try to fit into each other. Disappear in one another.

“Are you still mad?”

Those brown eyes don’t resemble gems of green, but they’re filled with incredible warmth and Eddie sees home in them,

Sees a life with them,

It’s own kind of precious.

And he laughs.

“So much, Stevie. I’m mad and heartbroken and falling jn love and happy and so so sure of us. I think, I think I still need some time, I’m really fucked—no, no, shouldn’t cry anymore,” he says as Steve’s face scrunches and it’s so unbelievably cute if he wasn’t blaming himself for it all.

“I just want to make sure I do this right this time. And if I, if I invite you in… I won’t be able to.”

Steve rests his forehead against his, there is heat between them, “But I have you, right?”

“Yeah, took me a while to figure it out but… yeah. Yes. You have me, Steve. God, and I have you. And tomorrow, tomorrow you’re going to come over and pick me up at 6 in the evening so we can eat shitty pancakes at the diner.

And then we’ll figure this out together.”

Part 3 <💛 End, thank you for reading and for all the feedback!

[nateezfics]

it’s impossible for this man to not serve cunt. I swear he gets cuntier and cuntier with time. the finest man i’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. need to suck him off expeditiously😮‍💨

[ink-n-shadow]

just saw this post by @devil-in-hiding and now my mind is disgustingly filled with stoner!simon and how he holds the joints for you while you take a hit because he wants you to focus on feeling good and not lifting a finger)):

𝜗𝜚 cw: literally one sentence of smut below (minors—DNI)

(also definitely smokes a joint while you ride him o_O)

[punchitime]

I thought of more stupid fake Tweet stuff so here we go!

And these two go together

[chaospunch]

... so out of my curiosity i wanted to see how tall everyone was on this specific blog... I'll probably do a reblog version with OCS on my other Punch Out account later 👀

And I did not plan on them being in height order...

Yeah Trix is tall af, and i am not counting their hair for their height it's where the top of their actual head is

I didn't plan on the new OCS to just be taller than the last but here we are!

[ninja-boo]

not enough people are talking about these shitty fan castings on Pinterest from like 2016

[frogchiro]

men who'd beg to cum inside you, just thrusting away, all tired, worn out and flushed, panting like a beast in heat. they'd moan and groan as if almost in pain from the creeping in overstimulation but they just keep going, using their strong hips to thrust even faster and lifting your hips up up to get just that right angle to feel themselves slide even deeper. but they don't come, not yet at least, until they hear you say it-that you'll oh so graciously allow them to cum inside, let them flood your poor pussy and when you finally utter those lovely words you'll have them positively roaring in pleasure as they finally let themselves go and cum so deliciously deep inside♡

könig, soap, alejandro, rudy, philip graves, diluc, itto, childe, kazuha, tighnari

[jennrypan]

Bruce: Where's Jason?

Y/N, standing directly in the doorway with Jason in clear view: I dunno

Bruce: He's sitting right there.

Y/N: No? That's my boyfriend..Joshua.

Jason, nods in the background:

Bruce: Excuse me? That's not-

Y/N, immediately slamming the door in his face: You're excused! Bye!

[kaythefloppa]

I have to give props to the WK animators here for paying attention to detail with this scene because notice how the jaguar's jaws are clamped near the caimans' skull.

The. Fucking. Skull.

One thing that makes jaguars, arguably the most horrifying wildcat to have ever lived is that unlike other cats, they don't choke out their prey with a bite to the neck, or a tear at the windpipe. They go straight for the head. With a bite force of 1500 PSI, they can insta-kill pierce straight through the skull and to the brain, and they won't stop until their prey does.

And as we see, the jaguar wins, killing her prey and dragging it off, and notice again that she is still carrying him by the skull, A.K.A. the kill spot, pretty much confirming the TBI death.