#And was like yup the longer weapon is more powerful

[env0]

Honestly, not surprising. His channel and content has plummeted to him using shitty logic fallacies to insult people that have actual experience training with martial arts, hema, and other weapon styles to posit against his facts and logic testing that was often flawed or skewed. He would get into fights with other you tubers. Regularly shill his horribly reviewed book. All while presenting himself as an expert amongst other medievalists online. His very name, Shadeversity, leading people to believe in his expertise. His videos of him sitting as an armchair expert. Literally sitting in a throne in front of a bookshelf. Wearing fancy armor. Weirding fancy weapons. He just parades as someone who knows and demands all the respect. All while insulting others who pose any viewz experience, or research that might contradict with his views. This only got worse when he hired on a larger staff to make more content. He had a literal cult of followers.

All to say his book was full of a main character that was both inadequate and always at a loss but continually so powerful and important he never lost and others were in awe. All the women were super stereotyped. So from his boob videos, other statements on women, his book full of Mormon extremism. His ai art is not surprising, but furthering disappointment that his following still exists.

Do you remember that Aussie sword guy who used to talk about medieval weapons?

And, like, he seemed pretty good at talking about swords and shit. He seemed to have a good grasp of the history and tactics. He'd analyze movie weapons for their realism and that was fun. He did demonstrations with real weapons. For a time I really looked forward to his videos popping up in my feed.

He seemed like a harmless sword-fighting aficionado.

But then I guess he wanted to spread his wings. So he started down an anti-woke path. Giving questionable critiques about media and feminism. He started defending boob armor by showing historical examples even though most of those were decorative and not battle ready like in the games.

Then he admitted he was a fan of The Daily Wire.

And that was disappointing.

I missed him nerding out about swords, ya know?

Well, Shad decided to spread his wings again.

He has become...

*bad French accent* An artiste.

You see, he types words into a little box. Then a little robot does a google image search and steals a bunch of art. Then that robot reconfigures that art to be nearly indistinguishable from the source material. Well... aside from the occasional artist watermark.

Whoops!

A.I. art is very difficult. Sometimes when you type words into the box you get a woman with 5 lopsided anime tiddies. Or 20 fingers on one hand. It takes time and effort and experience to type in the perfect magic words so that you get something close to your imagination that doesn't belong in some sort of Lovecraftian horror ripoff.

For example, check out this cool "pirate hat" I asked A.I. to place on my head.

Clearly, I am not skilled enough at typing words into a box to get a proper pirate hat.

It. Is. Not. Easy.

I heard someone say you have to type things in a box for 10,000 hours before you start getting truly masterful generations.

I mean, you can't type "marathon runners" and expect that to actually work.

THIS REQUIRES SKILL, PEOPLE.

And I am a lowly amateur. I can only dream of becoming the box-typist Shad has honed himself into.

The thing is... Shad is very upset.

He is upset that you don't like his "art" and he is ready to die on this hill.

So... before he croaks on a mound of bullshit, he has something to show you. He has created something truly brilliant and when you see it, he is convinced you will validate his considerable efforts.

Before I show you his "Not. Easy." artistic masterpiece I'd like you to sit with what he has said for a second.

Ruminate in the verbiage.

Process the ideas and points of view presented.

Digest his plea for you to accept and love his hard won battle after typing words into a box to manifest his imaginings.

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Have you sat?

Ruminated?

Processed?

Digested?

Okay, here it is...

[sharksandjays]

yup thats right folks. its my monthly jay analysis post.

But now!!! Its about Prime Empire.

Ok guys look. Prime Empire is a terrible focus season. Jay had absolutely no character development and no power development. Nada. Nothin. Its just a “focus season” because he came up with the plan to make the villain good again and had more lines than usual (plus his little “abandoned” speech.)

HOWEVER!!! The Prime Empire shorts do say something. So, as we know, the Wildbrain seasons tend to poopoo on Jay’s character and boil him down to the funny cowardice character who is the weakest of the team. But something the shorts do attest to is the fact that Jay is STILL a ninja! The MOMENT he went into Prime Empire and saw something unjust he stood up to it. He tried to warn people. His desire to protect people goes beyond his job its his identity.

(i'm so sorry for the crappy captions. Youtube's gonna youtube.)And like the meme I posted earlier, he handled himself pretty darn well without the others. He didn't even complain about being alone. He accepted his situation pretty quickly and was already starting to fight against Unagami before the ninja found their way in. (Which you could argue could be because he is experienced with the situation in Skybound.)

And about the League…everyone makes fun of it but i beg yall to think about it for a hot moment. Who all was in Prime Empire?

Thats right. Kids.

When Jay fights the red visors in the shorts, you see the squeals of a bunch of players once they recognize him. Its very childlike and you have to realize that these people are just avatars.

All the people we saw get sucked into the game were kids. Of course theyd flock behind a ninja! And Jay had no problem taking them in and entertaining them and keeping them safe because that was his job! And they all dressed up like him and acted like him because he was their idol!!! And Jay wasnt complaining lol.

Jay acts all unsure of himself most of the time, but Skybound and Prime Empire make it canon that he is a great leader! And an even greater ninja! Sure, compared to Cole he's not as strong. Compared to Nya his personality might not stick out. His power isn't focused on like it is with Kai and Zane...and he isn't the main character chosen one like Lloyd. But these small scenes in his focus seasons remind us that he still was chosen to protect people and is very gosh darn good at it!

I mean, look at him kick red visor butt without even an OUNCE of a complaint about being without powers. (WHILE LOOKING LIKE A SOPPING WET CAT THIS MAN) But yeah appreciate this fight scene please.

Anyways, Jay doesn't get enough credit as a ninja. We forget he was trained for longer than Kai, has one of the most dangerous and powerful elements, is the reason the team can handle intense situations without freaking out, is the master of not one--but TWO chained weapons (known to be one of the most difficult types to master!), and is the ENTIRE REASON THE BOUNTY FLIES??? without ever being acknowledged for any of these! Cut him some slack guys he's awesome. Prime Empire does him so so so dirty.

[circeyoru]

Heyyyy I'm so happy you are back I've needed you so much your post always made my day I loveee collection of souls its amazing 👏 I had a question if you haven't already answered it who was the favorite before alastor joined and how did they react when they realized they weren't the favorite anymore

Again love your post and take care

This is for {Collection of Overlords}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Oh ho~ The former favourite soul before Alastor. Hehehe~~

Now this might be obvious from the stories and trivia posts if you followed. Let’s do it by the process of elimination. Obviously we’re not counting Husk and the Vees because they are after Alastor, naturally that counts Alastor himself too. So the remaining ones are Zestial, Carmilla, Rosie, and Zeezi, there are other Overlords but they aren’t important cause they will be gone later so naturally they aren’t your favourite too.

Zeezi is a definite no no by the interaction she has with you even in the trivia posts. While you do provide seemingly more guidance to her so she stays in the collection, the attention she receives from you is more of a give-and-take basis. Lacking the devotion and trust of the other three.

Zestial is a close one but still no. He is the oldest surviving Overlord and soul in your Elite Collection, but he lacks that engagement to hold your attention. Don’t get me wrong, Zestial’s place in your collection is rock solid cause he collects relevant and reliable information for you, not to mention keeping your souls in line, so he’s nowhere near the thought of being rejected from your collection.

Rosie would be a candidate. IF she even has a soul. While it’s not revealed in canon, in this story, Rosie is said to be from the Gluttony Ring (check part 8). Hellborns don’t have souls. So Rosie’s a unique case, being taken in by you and given an Overlord status in the Pride Ring. She isn’t shown favouritism nor does she asks for it because she knows that it was asking too much. Instead, she returns as much as she can in seritiude to you.

So~ Who’s left? Yup, Carmilla Carmine. She was the second soul to join your collection and the most successful Sinner soul too, being the best weapon dealer in all of Hell. Pretty obvious, right? You hold meetings at her place and you extend your protection to Carmilla’s daughters as well, you didn’t do that to Rosie’s people. Carmilla’s ambition and pride paired with familial bond was what drew your attention, there’s this funny contrast that exist within her that you can’t understand. What’s a mother’s love or affection? Why are her daughters important to her, is it like you with your Cages? But you just use them to further your power. Why is she so prideful yet loving? All these questions.

As for reaction after Carmilla finds out she’s no longer the favourite… Hm… Funny, cause while she is the favourite, it wasn’t obvious to her nor do you make it a show. It’s Alastor’s case that was obvious, so it wasn’t until Alastor came along that the topic of you having a favourite is even possible.

Carmilla thinks Zestial’s the favourite cause his place was unmoving, Zestial thinks Rosie’s the favourite cause she and her town was in your interest, and Rosie thinks (knows) Carmilla’s the favourite cause she was allowed to hold Overlord meetings even without you present. Zeezi doesn’t care for the favourite and aims for staying in the collection.

Basically, there’s this uncertainty of who’s the favourite and no one thinks it’s them. Naturally, that applies to Carmilla not being aware that she’s the favourite. But it does explain their future interactions. So I’ll add that instead.

Zeezi isn’t seen interacting with Alastor in the show, but I view it as more of a neutral relationship between the two. While Zeezi is surprised that you do favourites, she doesn’t aim to fight Alastor for it. She knows her loyalty to you is undesiring when compared to Zestial, Carmilla, and Rosie, so how can she be compared to Alastor’s when he’s your favourite? She makes note of Alastor’s attitude, behaviours, and actions so she can learn and adapt to herself, but it’s only to the level of maintaining her status as an Overlord in your eyes.

Zestial’s interest in Alastor stems from wanting to understand what it is that got your attention and change in the form of your favour. As said, before you were cryptic enough that no one is aware who’s the favourite, but after Alastor it was so obvious to the point of jealousy. Make no mistake, Zestial doesn’t want to fight for the title of favourite, he just wants to know how to better himself so he will remain in your best interest and favour. 

Rosie’s friendship with Alastor is pure friendship. Like her unwavering devotion to you, her friendship and kindness to Alastor has no strings attached after knowing that Alastor sworn loyalty to you in a similar way to hers but even farther. She does offer opportunities for Alastor, like deals as seen in Episode 7, because she can’t make deals so what better way to help you by helping Alastor? She knows you don’t like wasted chances and when Alastor’s the favourite and her friend, he’s the best demon to help and stand by.

Carmilla’s disinterest and subtle passive aggressiveness towards Alastor is cause of the favourites. When it was first made know that you can and do do favourites, she does question if she was one but the thought was quickly pushed back when she remembers she was arrogant in her beginning time with you. There is a certain degree of jealousy that Carmilla has towards Alastor holding your interest and favour, but she thinks she can’t compare with it. All she can do now is be as unaffected as she can while striving to do better in your eyes. She might not be able to match Alastor’s level, but maybe, just maybe, at least she can be a competitor or come close to challenge Alastor’s place.

[efangamez]

Q&A About GRIM, my upcoming Quake-inspired TTRPG releasing this Saturday!

Hey y'all!

So I wanted to make a post compiling some of the questions I've gotten regarding GRIM, as well as some ones that a random person might wanna know. If you have a question that you'd like added to this list in a reblog chain, ask via reblog or in the replies!

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1. What is GRIM?

GRIM is a tabletop roleplaying game (TTRPG) where you delve deep into the core of an old-god corrupted planet wielding brutish and powerful weapons that cleave through enemies. GRIM can be adapted into a solo experience, but is recommended in its current version to be played with a Watcher (GM or DM) and 1-6 other players.

2. What are the mechanics of GRIM? Is it its own system?

GRIM is its own system, but is inspired by MOURN, a DOOM-inspired TTRPG I made a while ago. This time, however, the mechanics are much more fleshed out and the world is much more deep and interesting. From my itch.io page regarding gameplay: "Inspired by prolific FPS games like the Quake series, GRIM's mechanics are quick, brutal, and easy to understand without sacrificing its immense depth.Using either the flip of a coin or a six-sided die (d6), use Combat Skills to speed around combat maps and frag enemies, or use Roleplaying Skills either in or out of combat to navigate the dark and oppressive world beyond the Whispering Gate."

3. How in the heck does this play like Quake?

This game strikes a great balance between the combat of tactical games and theater-of-the-mind games. Not only does the player get some sweet bonuses from their Combat Skills, like Death Resist (where you revive upon dying) and getting more actions with your Speed stat, the weapons you wield, the monsters you face, and the environments themselves offer a playground of carnage that is reminiscent of Quake. Powerups, punchy weapons, and speedy combat are all present here!

4. Can I make expansions, add-ons, mods, modules, or anything else using GRIM?

Yup! Unlike SOME companies, you have the right to use the GRIM formula to make any game, add-on, or expansion you'd like, and can even get paid for it! All I ask is credit me (EfanGamez) as the creator of GRIM, and include a clear and visible link wither in your games themselves or in your games descriptions.

5. How does roleplaying work in GRIM?

While the game does focus mainly on the blow-em-up factor of the mechanics, there are tools within GRIM to allow for some impactful character moments using Roleplaying Skills that can be used in and out of combat for extra flavor! There is also an NPC generator in the handbook to assist you in making some NPCs. It is also encouraged in the handbook to explore and find hidden Mythic weapons and secrets, similar to the retro-fps trope of secret hunting!

6. How many pages is GRIM?

GRIM is 48 pages, again striking the balance between a longer handbook and a super short one! Also, mechanical text and lore text are all separate, so if you wanna read one or the other, you're able to in a jiffy!

7. Okay this is all cool and all...but how much is it gonna cost?

$9.99 USD! There will also be an added community copy per sale of this game that will be added a week after launch, so there's options for that too! This game took a ton of labor to make, so the more help this game gets, the cooler stuff I can make in the future!

8. Are there any sort of stretch goals for the game?

Yep! Here are all the stretch goals for when it releases on itch.io! $300: This game is fully funded! Thank you so much! $600: 5 new Pre-Made Battlemaps for combat encounters will be added to the handbook! $800: GRIM, The Palace of Eyes, a setting expansion for GRIM, will be released! Explore a realm tucked between dimensions, and fight eldritch horrors while navigating expansive castles and dungeons. Will include more unique enemies, weapons, powerups, and settings! $1,500: A printed run of GRIM will be made and released! $3,000: Beyond the main theme already released, an entire soundtrack for GRIM will be created! Enjoy intense combat music and horrifying ambient tracks that will immerse you even further into the world of GRIM! $3,000+: ??? (more goals will be released! I'll immediately jump for joy, however.) ... and more! If this game does well beyond my wildest dreams, expect some awesome GRIM related content to hit your feed like rapid fire.

9. Are there any playlists or songs made for GRIM that I can listen to?

Abso-freaking-lutely! There's a main-theme for the game that has been produced and released that you can find below, as well as two playlists I curated for both Combat and Ambient settings!

Playlists

COMBAT

AMBIENT

10. Which Quake is your favorite?

Quake 1 for sure, but 2 is cool in its own right! I played 4 a LONG time ago and dug the atmosphere, but it's a little too sci-fi and not enough medieval for me.

Got anymore questions? Lemme know in a reblog or in the replies! I'll reblog this post and add answers to any questions I get!

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GRIM releases on itch.io, DriveThruRPG, and Kofi on September 23rd, 2023 at 12pm EST!

[alexanderlightweight]

if prompts are still open, I'd love to see something about how Alec has been raised to be extremely practical and (through his relationship with magnus) finally gets to experience the joy allowing oneself to indulge

Hey anon thanks for prompt! Yup still open :)

Hope this works!

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Magnus grew up in the Silent City, he has some —unfortunately more than most— knowledge of nephilim society.

Which means that while he’s not surprised by how many luxuries Alexander is delighted by, he’s still indignant about it.

So he plans and he plots and every spare minute they aren’t entwined together, Magnus does his level best to spoil his boy.

And Magnus is very well versed in decadence.

Alexander soaks up the attention lavished upon him eagerly, like ivy in a drought, delicate and enduring, but so eager when the rain comes.

So Magnus showers him with affection and attention and learns about what Alec likes, and what he’s never known he could like.

—what he’s never been allowed to enjoy—

When Magnus asks what he wants for dinner and Alexander suggests sushi, he summons it from Japan or portals them there.

When he’s had a long day and craves the dark, bitter sweetness of chocolate, Magnus summons it from Belgium and feeds it to him with kisses, one piece at a time.

He paints Alexander’s hands one night in France, as they giggle and titter over champagne and strawberries and still warm baguettes covered in soft cheese.

—Magnus forgets to take it off for Alexander before he returns to work, and he’s surprised and delighted when Alec comes home with it still on—

He rubs Alexander’s sore muscles and kisses his bruises, hiding his scowl in Alexander’s skin when Alec laughs and says, ‘Magnus I’m fine.’

After two weeks of Alec constantly returning home, sore and aching, Magnus creates a hot spring on their roof and adds a garden, for ambience.

He takes Alexander ice skating on the frozen lakes on the islands of ice and keeps him warm with magic as they dance under the moonlight.

Magnus slowly replaces every single piece of Alexander’s clothing, even what remains at the Institute. Continuing until Alexander no longer steps outside of their home without being dressed in Magnus’ choices.

He adds a mudroom to the loft, with benches to sit and racks for weapons and a magical stool that cleans Alexander’s boots for him.

Alexander gives him a look when he does, kisses him sweetly and tries to assure Magnus that he’s fine. That Magnus doesn’t have to change his space for Alec to fit, that Alec loves him without all of these gifts.

Alexander was raised with all the practicality of a nephilim commander and his assurances only make Magnus want to spoil him more.

So Magnus ignores him, pins him to the bench he magically created, and rides Alexander until he has nothing left to say.

The next day, Magnus hands Alexander's his bag and smiles when Alec sighs, opens it and then shakes his head.

But he’s smiling as he does it and he kisses Magnus’ cheek gently. Like he’s overwhelmed that Magnus charmed his bag to be weightless and protected.

Alexander brings his own gifts.

Several priceless cuttings from the Institute greenhouse that he brought, admitting with soft delight that they ‘ reminded him of Magnus’.

—that those gorgeous, nephilim-hoarded, angelically blessed and magically powerful plants make him think of Magnus, when every other nephilim thinks of them as reminders of Raziel—

Magnus turned the rooftop garden into a magical greenhouse after that.

He does other things. Like making Magnus tea and snacks when he’s busy experimenting, sitting nearby and listening to Magnus ramble and gently, occasionally, nudging him to drink and eat until Magnus is done.

Then he’ll sit in a chair with his own snack, reading a book or sometimes just watching Magnus.

He hardly ever rushes Magnus, only ever when they have a meeting it would be bad to miss.

Alexander also picks up after him, not because he needs to, because he wants to.

Magnus is used to throwing things when done with them and using magic to eventually get them where they belong.

Alexander will laugh and shake his head and smooth a pillow back into place, eyes soft as they stare at Magnus with an adoration that consumes him.

And so they play their little games. Loving each other in a way that no one else has ever done for them.

[doctorstrangereview]

Strange Tales #165

Cover Date: February 1968 On-Sale Date: November 2, 1967

There aren't any major changes or firsts this issue. Doc is relegated back to the second story again. We get a full look at our new antagonist and guess what? He's wearing green! Now, let us get on with our two foes and their dick measuring contest!

Doc has found his way to a cave that leads to Yandroth's underground laboratory. Along the way to the entrance, he talks to himself a lot about if he should be facing the "scientist supreme" and about rescuing Vicky Bentley. Happening upon the the giant red velvet colored doors he debates with himself if he should use his powers to open them. After all, he may need them later. He decides to try a little spell to see what happens. It has no effect and he gets frustrated so he increases the intensity of his attack. There is still no effect. Suddenly to door opens of it's own accord. Should'a waited, Doc! Yup, Doc is still arrogant and impatient. Peeping through door brings him face to face with a big, nasty gun.

Like a lot of these panels, it's very cinematic. Doc surmises that his foe is a coward, staying in his stronghold while Doc walks through the proverbial minefield. Yandroth taunts Doc over the intercom preparing to fry him good. But, Doc has a little surprise of his own.

Yup, Doc has fried the big, nasty gun. As Scotty once said "The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain." Yandroth isn't done. He shows just how dishonorable he is.

Yup, the scientist supreme attacks from behind. He reminds me a bit of Mr. Rasputin. "I never claimed to be a brave man, merely a successful one." Yandroth fires his deadly beam at Doc.

Yandroth looks at Doc's unmoving body and thinks "This was a bit too easy. I better leave my safe space and check this out, because I'm so smart. Also, I need to taunt the alien woman who just showed up and now I want to make my bride."

Yandroth was correct. Doc was playing with him. He went ghost. This rendered his body invulnerable to harm as we previously witnessed in the Umar arc. Nice callback, Jim! As Yandroth approaches to deliver the coup de grace, Doc's ghost re-enters his body.

Yandroth congratulates himself a lot and then discovers that Doc ain't where he's supposed to be. Now it's Doc's turn for a sneak attack and he knocks Yandroth's Q-Ray blaster from his hand and totals it with a ring of cosmic fire.

Yandroth responds with a Let's Get Physical moment.

Yup, whatever it takes. This is in the days before Doc gets retconned as a competent martial artist so this actually affects him. Yandroth, now no longer as confident as before does the sensible thing. He runs away back to his control room. He is going to unleash "the ultimate weapon!" Is this guy an ancestor to Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth?

Sensing he has the upper hand now, Doc literally flies after Yandroth. They confront each other and Yandroth's best idea is to use another of the same gun that Doc was able to trash moments ago. Well, Doc and having it and does something unexpected for Doc.

Oh yeah, tackle that bad guy! Give it to him good!

Doc's getting emotional and angry here. I don't think we've quite seem him like this before. But, all is not well. While Yandroth his picking the pieces of himself off the floor, Doc hears a disturbance. Yandroth had a chance to unleash his doomsday device ultimate weapon!

Doc is about to be attacked by a pile of buckets with a pair of magic wands! Oh, whatever will he do?!

What we have here is a pretty standard hero vs. mad scientist story. While Doc's magic is a new factor, he really doesn't use it much. A couple of bolts are thrown here and there for the story's sake, but we don't get big magic vs. science battles and fisticuffs move the store forward more than lasers or bolts of bedevilment. Dan Adkins may be able to create spooky creatures and landscapes, but his really dated in his technology. It's not just Voltorr, who will become Voltorg next issue who is terribly designed. For a "scientist supreme" we don't see an awful lot of science-y things. Hopefully this improves next story.

The final gripe is the next issue caption. This really should have been something different. The Ancient One's reappearance is only in the final two panels of that story and would have worked better as a surprise. It's pretty mediocre.

[carpetbug]

Hi, your au is gorgeous, I know that you don't wanna say to much, but here some questions:

Do you mind suggest some aus to you? I mean, I have an au and I would like to see your opinion about, It's still on beggining (and I still have to post the prologue, before the chapter, I mean, for now I just answing asks).

Your giveaway miraculous will be in a different order? (I mean the First miraculous that she will choose the holder will be Fox and Turtle?)

Love square still the same?

Marinette's friends are different or still Canon?

Feline will use other miraculous or combine them?

You will change any miraculous power/weapon/color pallete?

Zoe exist?

hi! thank u sm <3 you can totally tell me about your au!

yeah, the order will probably be pretty different! I haven’t rewatched the whole show in a while so I can’t remember the exact order it goes in but with my current plans it’ll be a bit different but nothing crazy (that being said i don’t have everything figured out yet lol so who really knows)

love square is still the same! marinette is into adrien (but refuses to do anything about it) and beetle is into feline (but she won’t even entertain the idea)

marinette still has her friends, but she doesn’t bring them to her house, she rarely hangs out outside of school and she’s all around just quieter. Alya and Adrien are both new students, so they’ve only known marinette to be a more reticent person (although she still has her fair share of marinette klutz moments). Other friends who have known her longer are much more confused about her sudden change, but she never gives them a solid answer when they ask about it

let’s just say being guardian, she makes it one of her top priorities to connect with and understand all of the kwamis individually ;3

yup! I’ll always have some sort of reason to my madness but I make no promises for color palettes, I go with what looks funky and makes at least some kind of sense

zoe does exist yes, but she will make a later appearance (much earlier than in canon though). She will also take on chloe’s miraculous in this au because I dislike chloe too much to give her 1.) an actual permanent miraculous 2.) a redemption

[sonicasura]

Up Your Arsenel

Kafka: OK!!! Training Time!!! What are the plans for today's session?!

Kafka and Trainer were out in the wilderness of western Tokyo, far away from any towns to properly train without disturbing anybody.

Trainer: We are gonna be working on 2 things today. First we will train you in morphing your body too mimic other Pokemon body parts, second will be teaching you Pokemon moves to give you more options in a fight beside just a straight punch.

Kafka: Really? Oh I never really thought to much about my moves or what this body is fully capable of. I was honestly just so focused on controling it. Learning to morph my body and use different moves, this should be awesome. Wait if I get good enough at it then I will be able to do those sweet moves Blaziken and Torterra do all the time.

Trainer: That's the idea now let's start off simple. Rotom can you bring up Weavile's Pokedex entry.

Rotomdex: BBBBZZZZTTT!!! Yup bringing up the entry now.

Rotomdex floated in front of Kafka to show him Weavile and what they looked like.

Trainer: Ok, Weavile are extermely fast and agile Pokemon and there main way of attack in with there claws. Study there claws and try morphing your hands to match them.

A simple first start just too gauge the extend of Kafka's Transformation abilities. After study the claw shape closely and how a Weavile used them. He focused and followed his instincts, soon he felt his hand morphing, becoming sharper, melding together, fingers molding and curving into the sharp claws of a Weavile.

Kafka: HAHAHA I DID IT!!! My hands are now awesome claws.

At Trainers suggestion Kafka went and tested it on a nearby boulder and instead of smashing the rock Kafka's new claws sunk in and craved out perfect lines aganist the boulder.

Trainer: Alright that's great, let's start taking it up a notch.

The next transformation tested a lot more of his Kaiju forms capabilities.

The next Pokemon was one Trainer had brought over to help, their Empoleon. The mission was too copy there wings blades which would give Kafka a sword like weapon and defensive shield at the same time. This took a bit longer and some pointers from Empoleon, but eventualyy Kafka managed to pull of his own wing blades, that matched Empoleon's.

The final pokemon that they would be replicating for the day, before moving onto moves would be Grimmsnarl. The goal is too make his own version of Grimmsnarl's hair that he could wrap around his body to strengthen his power and overall bulkyness. This was tricky as Kafka was trying to think of a way too mimic Grimmsnarl's hair, when Trainer gave an idea. To try and produce muscle fibers while mixing it with Collagen and Calcium Phosphate, so Kafka could have both the strength and defense for this morph.

It took a minute to understand what Trainer had just said, when thankfully Ai came to his aid

Ai: Trainer suggested that we mix the thing that make up are muscles and bones to produce strands to wrap around and empower ourselves.

Kafka: * Thinking* Thank you

Once again concentrating Kafka got to work and soon small wire like strands slinked out from under his scales and wrapped around his arms and chest. It wasn't a full body wrap like Grimmsnarl, but it was a good first step.

Kafka couldn't help but look at himself, the wire wrapped around him had the same light neon blue color as the ones on his body. They even had little bright dots flowing through them, like you would see when some animated how energy flow works with machines.

Kafka: Wow...This is.... SO COOOOOLLLL!!!

The next half an hour was Kafka learning how to use the wire fibers, with Grimmsnarl coaching him on flexing the wires like a muscle and tightening them too better take attacks. The wire wrapping and control of unwarrping them to deal swipping attacks to give yourself more range would wait for another day.

Part 2 of the days training was teaching moves

This was the more trickyer part of training, as Kafka needed too figure out a way to produce the elements and energy each move had. They again started of simple with Fury Attack a concentrated move that got stronger with consecutive uses, then moved on too Slam which Kafka would use his tail for. Then for the elemental move they would start with Water Gun. Kafka didn't think he could use any moves like that until Trainer said that he could try morphing an aquatic sac into his body and pull out the water molcules in the air through breathing or gills of some kind. Which Kafka did managed to do and with some guidance from Empoleon and Oshawott about the pressure needed to perform a Water Gun, Kafka did manage at the end of the day to pull of a succesfull Water Gun.

Overall this was a very succesfull training day

Trainer: Alright next time we will be focusing more on the transformations and a sparring match aganist Incineroar.

Kafka:..... PLEASE NO NOT INCINEROAR!!!

The horrified screech could be heard for miles.

Though now one noticed a white drone that hanged above the arena, that had appeared at the tail end of the training session

LMFAO I can imagine Incineroar being one of Kafka's worst sparring partners from how sore he ends up after a session. He definitely knows what it feels like to be in a wrestling ring due to all the times he got piledrived, Seismic Tossed, or Darkest Lariat.

The Defense Force just got a sneak peek at Trainer's teaching methods than just confirmation that they're connected with Kaiju No.8. Also my brain concocted the image of Kafka going Riot Mode early, using those moves all eldritch like and not noticing it. Like a pretty powerful kaiju gets way too close to where a sick Trainer is resting at so he loses it due to territorial instincts. (The two were out on a camping trip when this happened.)

Kafka doesn't notice anything feels off about him until the offender is torn apart and just purely confused on why he feels bigger than normal. Meanwhile a Defense Force drone caught the entire incident. You can bet the Science Department were in a tizzy especially when No.8 snuggles beside the sleeping child.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Captured -- wild humans hunted and captured to be used as servants part 8

Warnings: captivity, starvation, starvation whump, painful recovery, etc.

"Wait here." Kazimir turned and left, returning with a dignified but not-to-fancy hooded cloak.

"This should help you stay under the radar. When we land in the heart of the city, here are my basic rules: keep your head down, don't make eye contact with anyone, and don't speak to anyone unless spoken to directly. And stick close to me at all times, like a burr in a wolf's fur. Got it?"

Corbin nodded vigorously as he slipped into the dark cloak, pulling the hood down to cover part of his face. "How do I look?"

"Like the most suspicious human servant I've ever seen," Kazimir grunted. "Let's hope no one pays close attention to you."

He opened the front door of the cabin, gesturing to Corbin, who walked out onto the takeoff platform, before balking as he looked down. Kazimir was right -- this was an insanely high drop, it made him dizzy just looking at it.

"Are you ready?" Kazimir's voice sounded directly behind him, and before he could even answer a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, tipping him off the ledge into freefall.

Corbin sucked in a huge gasp of terror, squeezing his eyes shut as his stomach did a nauseating lurch. Then Kamizir beat his magnificent wings and leveled out, gliding gracefully through the sky.

"I know you're scared, but... you might want to open your eyes, or you'll miss the scenery," Kazimir called down to the human in his arms.

Corbin took several shaky breaths, swallowing hard as he forced himself to crack one eye open, then the other. The sight stole his breath away. They were riding a tailwind toward a magnificent city built in the mountainside that glittered in the sunlight, giant buildings were everywhere, some of the biggest he'd ever seen, that seemed to scrape the very sky itself.

Surrounding the city was a lush forest that stretched for miles in every direction.

Kazimir's powerful wings beat strongly, carrying them swiftly to the center of the city where he descended, setting Corbin on his feet as they landed.

Corbin stared wide-eyed at everything around him. There were dozens of bird-folk milling about, many with human servants trailing after them. It was such an odd sight.

"Stop gawking like a kid in a candy store," Kazimir chuckled. "This is what everyday life looks like here. Act natural, like you belong. And remember, stay close to me." He started walking down the street with his head and wings held high, a figure that radiated power and authority.

Corbin scurried to catch up, walking at his side and observing all the new sights.

Almost every bird-person they passed gave Kazimir a respectful nod of acknowledgement, completely disregarding and ignoring Corbin.

Corbin remembered his words of warning, and kept his head down, staying silent as he followed Kazimir to a weapon store. On the way, they passed an alley, and he could see some scraggly humans lounging around it, all who looked emaciated.

"What's wrong with them?" Corbin asked quietly, sidling closer to Kazimir, who followed his gaze.

"They are outcasts," he whispered under his breath. "Sometimes masters will abandon their servants on the streets once they're no longer useful, or if they grow too old to work anymore."

"Seriously? They just leave them here like unwanted puppies?" Corbin gasped.

"Yup. Pretty much. It's the sad reality." Kazimir extended a wing around him, shielding his sight from seeing any more as he steered him down a different path before taking his wing back.

"We're here," he announced. Before them stood a large blacksmith shop, and he walked confidently inside, his human companion in tow.

"Kazimir! What a delightful surprise!" A bird-woman behind the front counter greeted him chipperly. "My favorite regular customer. What will your order be today? We recently got a new batch of throwing blades if you'd like to check them out--"

Corbin stopped listening to the conversation as all the brilliantly shiny weapons lining the walls caught his attention, and he wandered over to look at them. Everything from broadswords to daggers and poison darts, the place had it all. And everything looked wicked sharp, honed to razor edges.

Corbin could see himself perfectly reflected in the bright metal of all the blades as he awed over them.

Once his curiosity was sated, he turned to walk back to Kazimir -- and crashed face-first into a pair of wings. The person they belonged to whirled with an angry hiss -- and it was not Kazimir.

Corbin swallowed hard as a tall man with sooty-gray wings towered over him, his bronze eyes cold and sharp as the weapons on the walls.

"Watch where you're going, runt," the man spat hatefully. Corbin couldn't help as his gaze traveled to the deadly white fangs he was baring at him.

"Well? Aren't you going to apologize?!" The man's harsh voice snapped him back to the present, and he flinched, ducking his head.

"S-Sorry, Sir," he blurted hastily.

"You better be." The man took a menacing step toward him, and Corbin jerked away until his back hit the wall behind him, facing the danger.

Man, Kazimir had warned him and he'd still gotten himself in trouble, the exact thing he'd promised he wouldn't do... Maybe he should have listened and stayed behind at the cabin.

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[talesofsonicasura]

Dancer of Destiny

Yup! Another Trollhunters AU but with a rather delightful twist when it comes to Jim. There are gonna be two flavors: one human and one full troll! I can forget the dash of Monster Hunter inspiration either. Don't need to know about MH for this as I'm keeping it simple and limited.

Trolldancer

A seven year old Jim begins having very strange yet very real dreams of another world. One where monsters and people unlike anything he ever seen tend to collide. Jim is taken in by a Monster Hunter by the name of Val'tah Choso alongside his monster ward Buena, a Will o' Wisp Magnamalo. (Old drawing)

In the waking world, he lives a normal life with his mother and friend completely unaware about what happens when he sleeps. Jim learns to dance under Val'tah's tutelage upon discovering his caretaker's personal hobby but also former dream. Although the lessons of monster hunting doesn't fail to sink its claws when the young boy turns 13.

Nor the domino effect when Jim soon learns about the world underneath his feet but also his dreams hold more influence than he thought. Sometimes a dance can change destiny just like any blade.

Jim isn't the Trollhunter but he will assist them whether it be Kanijar or someone else. Young Lake bears magic that is tied to not only the dances he was taught but also his experiences in the Monster Hunter world. I will tell you at least two parts of Jim's magic.

Offensive Style which is summoning weapons and armor he acquired to apparitions based on monsters he fought to his aid. When it comes to his apparitions, think of Bending from ATLA mixed with ROTTMNT Raphael's magic in how they operate. If the monster has an element or specific nature such as being venomous, then his apparition shall have that same ability.

Wild Style can cause various effects such as empower allies, debuff enemies, healing or even change the weather. It just depends on what he performs especially if it encompasses a monster.

Example: Scarlet Feast, Malzeno

-Every successful attack drains bits of the victims' strength and heal Jim. Any beneficial boosts can also be stolen. Once a certain amount of damage is done, "Bloodening" mode triggers boosting Jim's power and speed for a short time.

Jim's unique magic definitely put him in the line of fire during one earlier clash between the Kanijar and Bular(not the canon battle.) Something that leads to him being called 'Trolldancer' as his current clothing made him look like a troll from a distance. Trust me when I say both sides are looking for Jim and it drags the dancer's companions into the madness too.

Protector of Dancing Souls

A mysterious crystal gives life to a troll whelp immune to sunlight. He is raised by a mysterious tribe of Felynes and given the name Avalon. (I couldn't resist a Troll Jim being raised by cats, well, cat based monsters).

He learned not only from his tribe but also the people he tends to spy on, especially hunters. Avalon took the role of a protector, at first leading others to safety until an encounter with a dangerous monster gave him reason to fight. This earned him the Monster name 'Petronion, Dancer of Souls' and the Fanged Beast classification amongst the hunting world.

On one fateful day, a teenage Avalon crashes into Arcadia, badly injured from a fight with a dangerous unknown monster. (10 years before the events of the show.) He is found by Barbara and nursed back to health while given the name Jim. Ends up meeting Toby two weeks after his arrival as the child had a scheduled visit the nurse accidentally forgot.

Over the years, both help the misplaced troll become accustom to this new world and he shares his knowledge in return. It isn't much longer before one midnight run goes wrong as Jim encounters a battle between two certain trolls. Remember that our troll boy has no knowledge about what he is nor if there are more like him.

Jim only interferes when Bular's temperament marks him as a major threat and chases him off. He flees before Kanijar could stop the young troll who is facing an existential crisis. Everything Jim knows about himself has been flipped on its head and now he struggles to understand his origins.

It doesn't help when certain Trollmarket denizens seek out the clearly young troll before the Gumm Gumm Prince with his forces find him first. Or for Jim's new family to get dragged into the crossfire.

Now the young troll doesn't have a human disguise and it'll probably take halfway through the first maybe second season before he gets one. Jim uses the Dance of the Ancient Phantom, Chameleos, to wander Arcadia without being seen. Like his human counterpart, his magic functions the same way.

-Makes the wielder invisible for long periods of time unless hit. Jim can create thick mist to shroud his form and even forge poison clouds.

He often uses this to spy on people, wander around, observe Barbara at her job or follow Toby in school. Jim may have tripped his human friend's bullies and mother's harsh coworkers. He is quite protective of people he sees as kin. A lean yet firm body type, similar to Angor Rot albeit with more muscle, makes stealth stupid easy.

Also I can't resist imagining this particular Troll Jim being horrified to learn that trolls like to eat cats. He was essentially raised by cat people so the idea would probably make him hurl. Jim definitely bonded with Toby over the whole feline topic in general.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Arcadia!

[arcadeking0fpwn]

Miss Locke: “Not quite, Ms. Lee.” Arcade, in his green ugly Christmas sweater, and Miss Locke, in a skimpy elf costume, walk up to the three tied-up heroes. Sparrow nudges Jubilee and Jono. Sparrow: “Audible footsteps. Visible shadows. They’re not holograms. Jono, you getting a read on their minds?” Jono: “Yup.” Sparrow: “Alright, so not androids either. It’s really them.” Miss Locke is also wearing Sparrow’s utility belt. Miss Locke: “It’s more like a housing.” Arcade: “Quite right.” Sparrow gives the two a death glare, seeing her stolen utility belt. Arcade: “Glad you’re all reacquainted now. See Jubilation, I told you I’d bring Mr. Starsmore to Murderworld one day, but he is not easy to capture.” Miss Locke: “It’s quite annoying, trying to catch someone who’s immune to knockout gas and tranquilizer darts.” Jono shrugs, pleased that he made life difficult for them. Arcade: “But anyway, this tree will finally get rid of our little X-Men problem.” Arcade: “You see, there was a time when trapping heroes in my little games was all good fun. It didn’t matter if my victims lived or died. The problem is... I’m not doing enough business these days. Potential clients find my inability to kill you weirdos laughable.” Miss Locke shrugs. Miss Locke: “It’s nothing personal, it’s just bad for business.” Arcade: “And for one percent-ers like us, we don’t like having to choose a favorite private jet when we can normally just buy them both!” Miss Locke: “What we’re trying to say is that we need to make a statement to our potential clients. If we can kill a whole group of heroes, everyone will want to hire us.” Arcade: “And then we can go back to not caring if our victims live or die.” Arcade: “What’s inside that tree is one of Tony Stark’s old Jericho missiles from his weapons-dealer days. Of course, these beauties are no longer in production because Mr. Stark has one of those annoying moral backbones, but I grabbed it as an early Christmas gift from one of his...late former associates. The tree will take you three to the X-Mansion where it’ll reduce you and the rest of the insufferable X-Men to rubble!” Metallic clamps emerge from the “tree,” securing Jubilee, Sparrow, and Jono to it. Sparrow: “You’re insane!” Arcade smiles and shakes his head approvingly. Arcade: “You’re too kind!” Sparrow whispers to Jubilee and Jono. Sparrow: “I can barely control my powers so I won’t be much use yet, but you two can break these clamps before the missile lifts off. Once we’re free, I’ll take Locke. Jono, you stop the missile from launching. Jubilee...Arcade is all yours.” Sparrow smirks. Sparrow: “Ready...NOW!” Jono generates a psionic flame, directing it onto the clamps but keeping it from burning Jubilee and Sparrow. @amazing-jubilee and coordinated with @deathurgeoverdrive

[emmym1]

My thoughts on... (Part 2) Spider-Gwen/Spider-Man: Sitting In A Tree & Spider-Gwen 2015B (#19-23) "Predators"

Gwen has a lot of doubts about the whole Venom plan but goes to Madripoor regardless to save her friend Harry. He's slowly turning more and more into the lizard and less of Harry remains with each passing hour. Turns out this was a carefully made trap by Matt Murdock. SHIELD had put out a hit on Harry due to him having the lizard serum in his blood. So they send out Mr Murderface (yup, that's how wolverine is called in this universe! it's kind of funny because Gwen recognizes the similarities with the wolverine she bodyswapped with in the All-New Wolverine Annual and decides to call him that instead) & Shadowcat. Wolverine has a super cool origin story in this, being cursed to live longer the more he kills people but he gets his memories wiped in the weapon x program so he's unaware of that. Although Shadowcat seems to know. There is a lot more to that but maybe I'll talk about that some other time. Gwen decides to make a run for it with Harry and to maybe leave everything behind and go to a different universe to fix Harry and break out her dad out of prison. As she refuses to go along with Matt's venom plan and finally goes against him. However as I mentioned earlier this was all a carefully made trap by Matt because he knew Gwen was gonna react this way. Wolverine beats the crap out of Harry but with each wound inflicted on Harry the lizard regrows in its place until nothing of Harry is left which ultimately almost happens. Gwen is able to convince Shadowcat to stop Wolverine but Harry has almost fully turned into the lizard and it's only a matter of time. Forced into a corner knowing that Harry might suffer the same fate as Peter, she makes the decision to carry out Matt's plan and make her power up come in contact with the lizard gen. The lizard gen is gone and Harry is back to normal but now Venom has been created. This is where the Predators arc ends. And i CANNOT WAIT to read the Gwenom arc because things just got so real and it's gonna be super interesting to see what charcter arc Gwen will go through as Gwenom and which plans Matt has in store for her. After the Predators arc there is a fun issue about the Mary Janes that fleshes out their characters and dynamics. It's super cool stuff because it shows what they were up to while Gwen is in Madripoor. They have a show coming up but they're missing Gwen so Glory has to fill in which leads to some arguments. MJ in this universe is a very self centered person much to the despise of Glory who calls her out on this (she also calls out that she litterally named the band after herself which was funny) and is thinking about quiting the band. MJ also figured out Gwen is Spider-Woman but no one else believes her. MJ spends the issue constantly trying to convince glory to not quit but for the wrong and selfish reasons. Ultimately she grows as a character and learns to be more thoughtfull about others and her feelings and allows glory to quit. The dynamic between MJ & Gloria is really good and i feel like there might some romantic tension going on! It's a cool issue and i really love the Mary Janes they're my favorite side characters in this. I'm glad they got some more exploration and development. And the art was super cute too!

[flynnswhumpprompts]

Hero in Need of Saving - 1

Masterlist -- Next

Xen was having a pretty much normal patrol, aside from the fact no real crime was happening. A typhoon was on the way so everyone was getting ready, and that included most of the evildoers as well. He enjoyed the quiet though, it was a nice break from the chaos of a fight or just standing in the agency, and from her.

He'd come up with an excuse for why he was out if anyone asked, he was making sure none of the civilians needed help. He had the luxury of his home being protected because of his hero status. Normal people didn't really just get that for free.

He sighed a little as he ran and jumped to the next rooftop, glancing around. So far the more business side of the city didn't seem to need anything, so he could probably move on to the residential side. He looked around one last time before taking another running leap off the building.

He'd barely made it to the end of the street when he felt an all too familiar buzz in his pocket. "Fuck." He sighed, grabbing his phone and picking it up. The only thing he'd been sent is a location, which could be good or bad honestly. It could be her wanting to meet up, or it could be she was too busy to handle something and needed him to do it instead. So like any good hero, he fixed his mask (a very nice gasmask a fan had gifted him in place of the fabric one he used to use), and took off in that direction.

It took him roughly 30-ish minutes to make it to the location, almost throwing himself to the ground when he saw who was there.

Em stood in front of him in the alley, swinging her light beams around. She grinned when she saw Xen standing by the road. "Xenny!" She dropped the light beams and ran over and hugged him, giggling.

It took just about everything from him to not back up till he was in the road, but death to car didn't seem that pleasant. "Hey Em," he said, leaving his arm dropped by his sides.

She didn't seem to mind that he didn't hug back, backing up a little. "I went by the agency and you weren't there, so I got a little worried. You know with the storm and all," she said. She reach up and tucked some hair behind his ear.

Xen sighed a little. Maybe today wouldn't be that bad? He doubted it though, he never really got a break. "The water isn't here yet, I'm fine. Just making sure no one needs any help..."

Em gave a small smile. "That's so you." She giggled, licking her finger and rubbing a smudge of dirt on his face off. "What all do you have on you?"

Yup. Things weren't going to be easy today. "Uhhh mainly medical supplies, and some snacks..." Xen said, knowing fully well there was a knife hidden in his boot. That didn't necessarily need mentioned though.

Em was quick, grabbing the back of his hair and pulling back so his neck was exposed. "What have I told you about walking around unarmed?" She asked, her voice loosing all it's cheer.

"Not to..?" He let his eyes close, knowing he had messed up. He could hear the buttons on his suit pockets being opened, she was probably double checking he wasn't lying.

This was the reason though, he no longer had a belt, or any noticeable weapons, or medications on him anywhere. She would have to get creative now because all he had was the basics for medical supplies, which she wouldn't waste.

Em hummed softly once she'd checked all his pockets. "Do you need another lesson on walking around unarmed?" She asked, tilting his head a little so she could see his face better.

Xen shook his head. "No, I just thought with the typhoon my pockets should be filled with medical stuff..." He said, picking a random reason he'd used before. He doubted how well it would work, but he could still try.

She shook her head a little. "Xenny, even now you need a weapon, what if a villain attacked?" She asked. "So, what I want you to do, is fight me off without your powers. Okay?" She pat his cheek before letting go of his hair.

He backed up immediately, putting his arms up into a defense stance. He wanted to protect himself more then attack anyways, so he kept his chest covered and his head tilted so it made it hard to hit his chin without hitting his arms. He watched the way Em was moving but it didn't mean anything when she blinded him with a flash of light.

With a quick hit to the gut and stomp to the back of his leg he was on his knees. Not like he was trying to hard anyways. He hissed when he smacked face first into the ground.

Em put her boot on the back of his head. "You're guts getting soft. Lay off on the snacks and maybe cut back a meal," She said, although it was much more then a request.

"Okay," Xen breathed out. He figured he could maybe turn the tables, jerking his whole body so he rolled onto his back and Em was tipped to the side. Once freed he jumped to his feet, putting his defense back up. He stopped though when he saw the black and gold butterfly knife laying on the ground. Shit.

Em was sitting on her butt, a grin lighting her features up as she looked at the knife. "Xen, what's that?" She asked, though they both knew she knew what it was.

He felt his mouth go dry. "Uhh... a knife?" He tried to keep himself calm so Em didn't notice anything. He dove for the blade though.

She was faster, knocking him into the wall of a building with a blast of light. She got up, grabbing the knife. She watched him struggle to get up before driving the blade into his shoulder.

Xen bit down on the inside of his mouth to muffle his cries, his head smacking against the wall as he tried to jerk away. "Em please..." He muttered, trying to reach up and grab the blade.

She pinned his other shoulder down with her hand, twisting the blade. "You lied to me Xen," she said, her voice dangerously calm now. "What do I do to liars?"

He whimpered. " 'm sorry... please no..." He held still to try avoiding any more damage to his shoulder, letting his other arm hang limp. He'd been stupid to try anything, why did he try anything? It never worked out despite the hope it would.

Em slammed her fist into Xen's gut again. "Be happy I have a meeting in 20 minutes," she said, pulling the knife out before plunging it into his thigh.

He nodded quickly. " 'm sorry, won't do it again," he said quickly, hoping to end this fast. He was slightly relieved when she took a step back.

"Good boy. I trust you wont," She said sweetly, patting his head. "Now, follow the suggestions I gave and get yourself cleaned up, we're going to need you after the typhoon." She pat his shoulder before walking away.

Xen waited till she was gone before letting himself slide down the wall, grabbing some gauze and wraps from his pockets. Thank the gods she didn't take that stuff as well. He set to work patching himself the best he could, sighing softly. At least there was three days she couldn't even get to him starting tomorrow.

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[dance-till-the-death]

"Sleep sleep my little rabbit, don't wake up until the wolves are gone"

@ellovett finally finished it.... :') open ibis paint and look up tutors just becuase to draw this bitch as a hannya and decided to change my mind because jot sastified with the digital one. Im also open to any criticize art and tips yup im begginer.

Yokai AU belongs to @deiformlover

𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬𝗔 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

Hannya is a yōkai of the Oni family; a family of demons that look like ogres and which are honored at Setsubun, a well-known festival in Tokyo. Hannya embodies jealousy and anger, found in crimes of passion - emotions that are entirely human.

A long time ago, Hannya used to be an ordinary woman. She had beautiful eyes and a velvet skin tone. In addition, her name signifies wisdom in Sanskrit, a symbol of a pure soul. Deeply wounded by the man she loved, she seized an unparalleled rage. Slowly eroded by jealousy and on the edge of madness, she loses her spirit in the darkness and transforms into a demon

TW : IMPLIED GORE

Ai in this au is more ten times crueler, more cold heart and emotionless barely had mercy towards her victims/dealers. Shes either known as a mysterious figure and appears with a skull oni 'mask' that stuck on her face that roaming around the NRC. Many students will ask her for to granting their wishes she will grant their wishes in the return either these two trade with her :

1. Bring her a purely fresh blood of a beautiful woman.

2. Bring her a red spider lily flowers or roses.

Most of them always brings her bonquet of roses. They tent to forgot their payment towards her if it more then 30 days they didnt pay her, she will either punish them either rip off their legs or arms. Most time, they will find her guarding around the Ramshackle dorm or the near NRC lake in the forest singing a lullaby. She will not be around NRC sometimes because her victims are mostly consider outsiders.

TRIVIA :

This is actually her kimono design (this is quite a reference lol)

If she smells like a really strong scent of perfume, its a sign shes in bad mood and can cause a accident headche or poison killing thru the scent.

Shes on a Hannya Chunari level : this second type masters a more powerful black magic than the first one. Her face looks similar to that of a demon with longer horns and sharp teeth. At this stage, it is still possible to rescue her with the help of Buddhist prayers.

Ai roaming around the NRC (especially the ramshackle dorm) because she missed her human lives before she turn into a hannya and her nostalogic memorises.

Rumors said that she had a child keep in the forest from one of her victim.

HOW SHE MET MC

It was midnight and MC was about to go to sleep after all the works they had done. Until while going upstairs towards their bedroom, they sensed someone is watching them they look towards the window saw a unknown figure with a black but then disappeared with then a sec. 'What was that...' 'I sworn I just something' but soon they quickly brush it off thinking it was just their imagination as they continue going upstairs. Pulling the blanket over their body and slowly closing their eyes and drift away with their sleep the night continue as 'normal' until the sound of the door crack open causing them to woke up from their sleep the figure then standing outside of the dorm with an umbrella the singing of the lullaby makes them falls into a trap luring them by bringing them to the forest. Before she could touch them, Kei manage to came to save MC on time teleport them back to Ramshackle

"My, my, my. Looks like the little 'bodyguard' has save the day"

Her sarcastic words as she gritted her teeth while 'glaring' at Kei. Kei draws his fans towards her "Dont you dare lay your filthy hand on them you disgrace demon."

"Oh really..." she said as she slowly draw out their weapon to attack her but a sudden cries came from deeper inside the forest turn her head gaze from him. In a sec, her figure was already disappear.

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Corrupted/Egg Tommy AU

Yup, we’re going down this rabbit hole, my ideas however are a little different. Using some concepts from both @smallm0th and @deyageka ideas. Along with some corruption concepts from @littlewolf651 As we have this fun concept that the Egg is connected to The Void. 

OKAY!

So this idea starts when Tommy is in the Egg Room before bring Tubbo along. Upon touching the Egg, he gains a rune on his palms. Can be whatever you wish, but it basically stands for ‘Corruption’. (I often see it as an hourglass symbol.)

Tommy gains magic from the Egg, and it slowly corrupts his mind as more runes of many meanings spread along his arms. (Things that might mean Destruction, Blood, Power, Fire, among other things.) And his eyes turn from a bright blue to a dark blue, and glow red along with the runes when he uses his magic. 

He wears dark black robes with red and white trim, not like Phil’s, more like Harry Potter sorcerer robes. They aren’t as flowy, they hug his frame rather well. Think like Organization 13 from Kingdom Hearts.) With a belt around his waist that holds potions. His shirt stays white, but the red sleeves turn white also under the robe like coat. Though he rarely takes it off. There are also vines that hug around his chest and arms. With dark black pants on and white and red shoes. 

This Tommy is calmer than before, still rude and mouthy, but he swears less and has more of a cool demeaner, with a slight aloofness about him now. He seems to be enjoying where he currently is, and loves the magic he’s been gifted or cursed with, however you wish to see it. He now has control of his life and what he wants in it, all for the price of just obeying the Egg and doing as it asks. For all he’s been given, it seems like a simple and sparing price to pay. 

Out of respect for Bad, and per his request, Tommy does swear less than before. But that is because Bad is the Leader, and Corrupted Tommy acknowledges this and understands that he is only the helper. Something he is content with, as it means less stress and less things to worry about. He used to be a Vice President after all, and he finds leaving Bad and Ant to deal with the spreading and problems are much easier on his mind.

He’s given a chance to do as he pleases and enjoy life to it’s fullest, just spreading the spores and helping convert people. And Bad keeps him in check really so he doesn’t over use his power or let it get to his head like Dream did with his type of power. Bad is the leader, and Tommy has learned that he isn’t. 

POWERS

Tommy has been given a variety of powers but he has his favorites.

1. Red Fire: This fire is the opposite of Blue Fire. It’s often called Blood Fire, and can melt the skin off a person at it’s highest temperature. It’s much more tame though compared to Blue Fire, which requires more chaotic energy. Red Fire requires a calmer nature to use it, it took Tommy a while to learn to turn off his emotions to use it. But it slowly became second nature with each Rune he gained.

2. Illusions: He can manifest illusions of peoples desires out of a red mist like substance. It moves like water, but looks and feels like sand. Twisting and turning to create what you want to see. From this, Tommy can show you what he want more than anything, and what the Egg offers to you. They are only illusion to the real thing, but with enough concertation, he can made their solid for a short period of time. 

3. Blood: His own blood is a weapon now, infused with spores from the Egg. Anywhere or anything he bleeds on can grow vines and flowers. His blood is warm to things, and can heat up even more at will. If Tommy were to bleed on a person, he could cause vines to spread along their body and root in their body. It’s one way to corrupt people, but he’s admitted to Bad he dislikes doing this as it causes the person intense amounts of pain. And there is no guarantee they will be corrupted for the long run.  He also can create runes on the walls, floors, and ceiling of places with his blood. To create protection or corruption in areas. He did this to the Egg room making it safer to leave it alone as people who intend to harm the Egg have a harder time entering.  Tommy doesn’t use his magic often though as it’s rather draining. 

4. Wings: Tommy has wings now, they are large, dark red with white speckles along the flight feathers and turn from dark at the top and bright red as they go down. Though, he doesn’t use them to fly that often, mostly used for intimidation, he can float without his wings just fine. 

5. Creation: Tommy’s found he likes to create things more, but doesn’t do so often. He isn’t sure where this knowledge came from, but it’s there and he helps out Ant and Punz in building things for the Eggpire. It keeps him occupied really, and at least it’s something to do.

PERSONALITY

This Tommy is calmer than others. He isn’t as loud, but still rude to people in a playful manner.  He’s still protective of people he cares about, but this extends to the fact he’s not afraid to kill to protect them now. If it won’t affect their views of the Egg, he’s willing to help out here and there with things. Such as using magic to repair things or make things. 

He’s aloof too, still friendly Tommy as ever and, unlike other members, he’s easy to approach and talk to. That is what makes him deadly, his attitude and easy to approach look outside of official meeting lure people in.  He’s still playful, and pranks people, but these even come off slightly as more planned and less mean. Like he’s actually thinking about it before he does it. He also still mouths off to other members when they try to force him to do things, save for Badboyhalo.

Tommy is also very respectful to Bad, he doesn’t talk back to him like he would Ant or Punz, to get on their nerves. If Bad tells him to do something, Tommy does it without question. He sometimes laughs and says he sees Bad as a better Father Figure to him than others. He swears less at Bad’s request, which that shocked alot of people. Guess more reason to wonder what the hell did this Egg do to Tommy?

However, when situation calls for it, Tommy can be very cold and uncaring to people who are trying to harm the Egg. He’s not afraid to kill, one shot from his Red Fire and you’ll wish you hadn’t do anything to The Egg or it’s followers. He’s their power house, and the Eggs Protector.  He gains a coolness to his words when in the Egg room, and when agitated or aggravated he gains a voice that sounds like two people mixed with his own voice. It’s honestly terrifying to hear, as at these moments it feels and sounds like this isn’t Tommy but The Egg speaking through him. 

His voice also gains a softer tone when offering up your desires, and sounds like honey to the ears. Enticing you to listen to what he says, it’s very creepy when you notice it. 

APPERANCES

- Dark blue eyes that glow Red when using his magic.

- Runes along his arms that glow red when the magic is used.

- Hair has some white streaks in it

- Coat like robe over his outfit, but now with dark black pants. (Think Organization 13 from Kingdom Hearts.)

- In the Egg Room or near the crater he has vines growing along his arms and chest. 

- Away from it, wears a white, long-sleeved shirt and black pants with red shoes, looks very normal. Never would think he was corrupted until his eyes glowed red.

- Hair is longer, never bothered to cut it, makes a short pony tail.

- Has a belt around his waist that either carries potions or his daggers/sword.

- Might have a small backpack on, just a simple draw string bag really with food or items in. 

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Danger Room Level 1

Posted this at the beginning of the year on my DA account. Thought I’d throw it up on here. This was my first Wolverine tickle pic in 4 years! O_O

https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Danger-Room-Level-1-865337680

Wrote a little story to go along with it.

Story is below the ‘Keep Reading’ line.

*/M Tickle Fic (Obviously lol) "Any other surprise challenges for me today, bub? Or is that all ya got?" Wolverine smirked confidently up at the team leader of the X-men, glancing over his shoulder at the pile of rubble consisting of destroyed weaponry and dismembered sentinels and robots of all sizes. Cyclops only sighed as he shook his head and looked down at the Canadian brawler from the control room of their training facility, having exhausted almost every combination of attacks that he could think to throw at him.

These scenarios of Wolverine slicing and dicing up every obstacle and foe were quite predictable and honestly getting a tad boring to watch over and over. Scott decided it was time to try something a little different. "No, this just isn't working. These upper level programs are just all foreseeable for you. Lets try something new. I say we scrap everything and start over from scratch. How about we start you at level 1?"

Logan's smirk disappeared as he frowned up at the other man. "Level 1? Yer kiddin' me, right? That's the program the Professor uses to train the kiddies."

"Trust me Logan it'll be perfect for you. Since you've always skipped over the bottom levels you'll have no idea what they contain so you won't be able to predict them so easily. Hell I don't even know myself exactly what is on each level, but lets give it a shot! Maybe we'll both learn something." Scott actually wasn't lying since he himself had been too competent for those beginner programs when he had joined the X-men. It was likely that Logan would just blow right through them, but he was curious and quite frankly desperate for a change of pace. "Fine. But this is gonna be just a waste o' time," Logan grumbled as he lazily stretched out his arms and cracked his neck. "Don't underestimate the Danger Room and dismiss this program so easily. It may be aimed towards the less experienced, but should still provide its own formidable experience. Remember to stay alert and don't let your guard down." Wolverine just scoffed and blew off his advice like he normally did. "Yeah whatever Slim. Lets get on with it."

"Ok great. Now just a moment here. I'm initiating level 1....," Scott uttered with some fast typing on the control board before pressing one final button, "Now." They waited for a few quiet moments, but nothing happened. Logan was about to quip some sarcastic remark when finally the Danger Room began to show some activity. A compartment on the wall opened and two gloved robotic hands being controlled by metal tentacles began to slowly make their way over to him. Logan snorted in disbelief and shook his head as he looked over the two appendages and noted that they were not holding any kinds of weapons; basically looking completely harmless.

"That's it? This is ridiculous. What's next, a pillow fight? Not that I expected this crap to be any kinda challenge whatsoever," Logan rolled his eyes as he raised his hands into the air and released his deadly claws; ready to dispatch the advancing robot hands with a quick swipe once they closed in. Not even a second later he quickly found his arms ensnared as two metal tentacles had crept in from behind to successfully restrain him much to Logan's shock. He growled as he tried to slice at the tentacles with his sharp claws, but they firmly held his arms away from each other just above his head. The distraction had been just enough that he barely had time to notice that the gloved hands had now reached him as one of them wasted not a moment to grab hold of the hem of his uniform's shirt and roughly jerk it upwards, exposing his bare stomach.

"Hey! What is...?!" He shouted in confusion; his words cut off as the other hand immediately shot forward and buried it's furiously wriggling digits right into his muscular belly.

Logan hadn't listened to Scott. He had let his guard down completely when he had seen this "threat" first enter the room. His overconfidence was now going to be his downfall for mocking the capabilities of the robot hand; the hand that was now ruthlessly tickling him. This tactic was a complete shock to him, and having not put up any of his mental defenses in preparation the laughter exploded out of him as soon as contact was made. "Ahahahaahaa! Wha-Whahahat's goin' ohohohon?! Stahahap thaaat!" He howled out at the mindless hand that relentlessly continued tickling all over his sensitive abdomen; the other hand holding his shirt securely out of the way. Scott too was in complete awe by just what method the program had decided to use, though he couldn't help but grin as he saw the situation that his normally cantankerous teammate was now in. It was already a known fact by the mansion's inhabitants that Logan was surprisingly ticklish as his female team members found it quite endearing and took great delight in ganging up on the burly mutant at times. Heightened senses did have their drawbacks. Still nothing that Scott himself would partake in, knowing that while Logan might put up with it from the ladies he was pretty sure he'd be skewered on the spot if he even made a hint at attempting such a thing. In a way he now felt that he had a sense of power in having Logan in this position. "See? That's what happens when you underestimate the situation, now get to work Logan. Tickling probably isn't a real world offensive that you're going to run into, but no harm in being extra prepared." Wolverine's claws remained out, but he couldn't move his arms enough to free himself. Unable to think straight he continued to fail in his efforts to come up with a strategy to get out of this aside from yelling up at the amused operator in the control room. "Cyyyykehehehee! Tuhuhurn thihis shihihihiiit ohahahahoff!!" Arms bulging he thrashed uselessly in the grip of the tentacles, trying to block the torturous hand from his body by lifting his knee to no avail. He'd been tickled worse than this before, but never had he been this helpless to defend himself. Meanwhile Scott mused over the scene before him. It in fact was a little stupid to be messing with one of the world's deadliest mutant's like this, and he was pretty sure there would be Hell to pay later. His hand hovered momentarily over the button to shut down the Danger Room, but then he pulled back. "No, I think you just need a little more time to figure this out. I have faith in you. I mean, this program is only used to train the 'kiddies', right?" Yup. He was pretty sure Logan was going to kill him after this. "Fuhuhuhuck yooooouuuu!!" Logan cackled as he desperately tried to regain some kind of focus though was only barely able to retract his claws back into his hands, knowing that they were of no use. "Aw c'mon Logan. You're not that ticklish, are you? Can't resist just one little hand tickling you?" Scott couldn't help but tease a bit, having on more than one occasion seen Logan nearly lose his mind from just having his stomach tickled by his teenage sidekick, Jubilee. No sooner had he said that when a third hand began to move in from out of Logan's sight before grabbing the squirming mutant right below his ribs as the fingers playfully dug in over and over again.

"Bwahahahahahahahahaa!! Noooo!! Gehehet 'em offa meeheeheehee!!" Roaring with laughter from the added torture Logan was regretting not taking the lowest level of the Danger Room more seriously. With his arms being held out of the way he couldn't even use them to help guard his body no matter how hard he pulled to free them. It wasn't much longer before his legs began to weaken as he attempted to sink to the floor to hopefully get him a split second of reprieve.

He was allowed to move to the ground, but the hands were unrelenting. With a firm tug the restraining tentacles around his forearms pulled him down onto his back as a few more hands now appeared seemingly out of nowhere to join in tickling under his arms and the other side of his ribcage.

"No!! No!! Stahahahap ihihihihit!! Lemme outtahahaha heeheeheeeere!!" The Wolverine howled as he kicked and squirmed like crazy; his armpits being one of his worst spots. Two other metal tentacles quickly slithered over and grabbed onto each leg to stretch him out and prevent him from curling up in defense. Tears crept out of the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard as so far he had made no progress in getting loose. "Very disappointing Logan. I thought for sure you'd have passed all these lower levels with ease. Well it seems we've uncovered your true weakness. Something that your healing factor won't protect you from. We'll probably have to repeat this level over and over until you get it right," Scott grinned wider, only half serious as he liked to push Logan's buttons at any given opportunity. He was hardly listening though; too focused on the incessant tickle torture. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse two additional hands made their way over and quickly tugged off his boots, revealing his twitching bare feet as Logan's eyes bulged in panic. "HEY!! Hey hey waahaahaait a m...minute!! No don't!! Not the-AAAHAHAHHAHAHA!!" Fingers wildly scratched at his tender soles, tickling from his wide heels to up under his curled up toes with not a thing he could do to stop them. He was laughing harder than he'd ever had as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. He absolutely could not handle having his feet tickled and once had accidentally kicked Rogue for trying. Luckily she is a tough woman though she used it as an excuse to really punish him with his ankles trapped in the crook of her super strong arm while Logan hysterically cried 'Uncle'. This was more than he could stand. Being spread out and tickled in all his most sensitive spots at once with no way to guard himself was where he drew the line. He loathed the thought of what he was about to do, but he couldn't hold back the frantic pleas that came pouring out. "NAAAHAHAHAHAHOOOO!! N-NO MORE!! STOPSTOP!! PLEEHEEHEEEEASE!! I CAN'T..HAHAHAHAHAA..CAAHAAHAAN'T T-TAKE THIHIHIIS SHIIIIIT!!" Scott was just enjoying the show as he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "Wow. Who knew? All one has to do to defeat Wolverine is to tickle him and he'll be begging for mercy. Better hope none of your enemies ever find out about this one."

And with that he finally pushed the button to shut down the currently running program in the Danger Room. He'd have been more than happy to let it keep going, but even he could feel some sympathy for his frenemy and knew once he started begging that he had had enough. Logan instantly panted in relief as the hands all stopped tickling him while he was gently released from the restraints, everything then retracting back into the chambers that they had emerged from. A giggle escaped him here and there as he still had a phantom feeling of the fingers all over on his body.

Scott slowly clapped his hands in jest from the control room as he grinned down at the seemingly lifeless body. "Not bad, Logan! I think you almost had it there, but I'm sure you'll do better next time! So what do you think? Ready for level 2?"

The middle claw that immediately popped out of Logan's fist crudely gave him his answer.