#Darkened Skye

[socpens]

TONITE we play the 2002 Skittles licensed RPG "Darkened Skye", which was exclusive to GameCube.

Come explore a world where Skittles are used for magical spells & there are no snakes (this was an actual stipulation by Skittles)..

7PM EST @ http://twitch.tv/socpens

[its-to-the-death]

Battle of the Gingers Wave 1 Preliminary Round #60

Whoever gets the most votes moves onto the next wave

Pictures below the cut

Little Thunder (Yakari)

Mara (La Quête de l'oiseau du temps)

Tinka (Zilverpijl). Submitter also wanted to share this other cover from the series with a green cat in it.

Jenny (Les Nombrils/The Bellybuttons)

Billie (Le métier le plus dangereux du monde)

[jompsjnngurdsn]

Take my hand. Join me, on the journey through a bonkers Wikipedia page for a Gamecube game...

Sounds good.

Sure, yeah.

Kinda rote, but, why not? I love realms.

Uh-huh.

Wait, hold on. I must have skipped a line.

Oh, no. I read it fine. I just don't know how this world is real.

I could not contain myself while reading this sentence. A+

I can't actually eat Skittles due to an allergy. So I've been missing out of magical spells like a sucker all this time.

I like how this makes it sounds like this was a bolt of pure inspiration. We've all been there. Sitting around with our friends, passing the bowl around, being like "Why haven't they made a Corn Nuts game?"

Skittles wasn't even their first choice?! Skittles was the rebound lay?!?!

I can't believe I'm saying this, but...boooooooo. You can't be The Skittles Game and then be like..."But, no, I'm so shy." Was Skittles pissed? Were(?) Skittles pissed? It's a company name, but it's also plural. Did Phil Skittle tell them to fuck off?

Phil Skittle's wife left him for a herpetologist and he's been real fucked up about it ever since.

[drawinggoose]

Remember that time when you had to collect the Skittles to save the world?

Darkened Skye was - IS - such a weird game. It's so ridiculous, and I love it to bits. Here are some of the important (human) characters, including the heroine herself. Maybe I'll do some more, this time with the creature characters.

Taste the rainbow, motherf*cker!

EDIT: Posted a better-resolution version.

[g4zdtechtv]

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Meet my Elebits from Kentucky.

(MORE BOXTV)

(4GTV - STREAM WHAT YOU PLAY!)

[bat-in-the-machine]

i am dying

i fucking

i am playing Darkened Skye and uhhh

this game is killing me

its so bad

but they KNEW how bad it was

and

holy shit

this poor voice actress having to make a dramatic loredump speech about fucking Skittles

[whatsajulian]

Don’t forget about the GameCube skittles game

shit like this in 2000s era games is so funny because like we all know it’s real but in today’s internet it just feels like a shitpost

[algandarsplaguepositive]

Seriously, fuck this game.

[good-morning-czernobog]

I don't want video games that are interactive movies and clearly ashamed that they're video games I want partially janky passion projects that almost fell into obscurity because they were experimental and released before their time

[zipmode]

are you seein this shit.........

[thewanderingdelusion]

Is that the fucking Skittle video game?

im trying to live in this world but i need to get rid of my body and blood first

[technikki]

yknow. i portray ray as latino because projection n all that and portayals of him with darker skin are everything to me but i give the biggest side-eye to white people who choose to draw him darker while leaving everyone else in the cast unchanged. why is the kid with anger issues and a tendency to blow up at others the only one in the whole series that you think a darker skintone fits. answer quickly

[bullet-prooflove]

Trying: Clinton Skye x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @glazzyglaz @Racheluk @kmc1989

Companion piece to:

Downtime - You receive a phone call from Clinton when a case hits a little too close to home.

Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long to be apart.

Just How Much (NSFW) - Clinton shows you just how much he's missed you.

Good To Be Home - Clinton is happy to be home.

Love Letters - Clinton finds your love letter in his bag.

It's the undercover op that’s the last straw for you. When Clinton calls you from Baltimore to explain his case has evolved, that it requires him to disappear for a few months you lose your shit entirely.

“You’ve already been away two weeks working this case, I don’t understand…”

“You know I would come home if I could.” He had sighed as he stood at the window of his hotel room staring down across the darkening sky. There’s a storm rolling in through the west, already he can feel charge in the air as he grips the phone tightly.

“If you’ve changed your mind just tell me.” You say as you sit at the kitchen table with the fertility schedule in front of you. “You promised you’d do this with me but I’ve spent months jabbing myself in the ass for no reason.”

“Sienna.” He says softly, pinching the space between his eyes. “You know that’s not…”

“And now you’re telling me that the next time I see you will be months down the line, that it could be two months, it could be six.” You say, your voice breaking. “Why the fuck am I doing this Clinton? Why am I putting my body through hell when you can’t even be bothered to show up?”

You hang up then and Clinton, he’s left staring at the phone with his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t want to leave things like this with you, not when he’s about to disappear.

It’s past midnight when he gets home, the house is locked up but he can see the lamp illuminating the bedroom from the outside window. He knows you’re still twisted up about the situation between the two of you, that you won’t be sleeping tonight because you’ll be worrying about him.

When he lets himself in, he heads immediately to the bedroom because he can’t let this thing sit any longer. He finds you clad in leggings and your old academy t-shirt, curled around  his pillow. Your eyes are rimmed with red and the tears still stain your cheeks. In the bin reside the fertility drugs, the ones you’ve been taking for the past couple of months.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” You tell him as he lies down beside you. “There’s no point in trying if you’re not here.”

There’s an ache in his chest, one he feels acutely as his fingers interlink with yours. He’s always wanted a family, he thought  the two of you could have that together but his job it just keeps taking him away. It’s you that’s doing all the heavy lifting, the injections, the hormonal fluctuations, you’ve handled all of that on your own because Clinton, he’s just not there.

“I’m sorry.” He tells you, his thumb brushing away the tears that stain your cheeks. “I’m sorry that this has all been on you. I always meant to be here…”

“You need to make a choice.” You tell him and his heart breaks because he always knew it would come to this.

His job or a baby, it shouldn’t be such a hard decision but it is because all Clinton can think about are those cases in his desk drawer, the ones that he’s slowly whittling away at because of the resources his current position allows him to have. You must see the indecision on his features because your lips purse together grimly.

“Think about it while your away.” You tell him before you withdraw from the bed and head towards the bathroom. “Let me know what you decide.”

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[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Even after your heat, your boyfriends still cling to you. Pairing: Chinchilla!Wooyoung x fem Bat Eared Fox!reader x Fennec Fox!Yeosang Tropes: poly au, established relationship au, hybrid au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, mmf Smut Warnings: sub!Wooyoung, switch!reader, dom!Yeosang, scent kink, double penetration, unprotected sex, tail pulling, male masturbation, fingering, dirty talk Word Count: 1,370 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: continuation of my Secret Santa fic Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Collide by Justine Skye

Sometimes, you think that your boyfriends never truly leave their ruts. You just finished your heat a week ago, and Wooyoung is clinging to you already. Yeosang is, too, just in more subtle ways. Wooyoung shamelessly plasters his body across yours at any moment he sees an opportunity. He’s constantly kissing any skin he can reach and wrapping you up in hugs. Yeosang, on the other hand, lingers close. He places his hand on your lower back when he passes by; small things like that show that he’s also feeling some type of way. Normally, when San is home, too, he’s no better. Currently, he’s out of town for work. Wooyoung is capitalizing on that physical contact while your other physically affectionate boyfriend is gone.

“Woo,” you giggle as his fluffy chinchilla ear tickles against your skin, “Are you ever going to let me make my food?”

“We can order.” He muses, pressing another kiss to your neck.

Your fox ear twitches when he starts kissing against your scent gland. All of them know that the area of your skin is particularly sensitive. Wooyoung wraps his arms around your waist tighter. Suddenly, you smell Yeosang’s pear blossom scent intensify. You hadn’t even realized he was nearby. When you meet his eyes, you see how he is trained on where Wooyoung starts to leave marks on your skin. 

“We have an audience, Wooyoung.” You chuckle, tugging at his hair. 

Wooyoung lets out a whimper, “Sangie~” he sing-songs, “Won’t you have some fun with us?”

Yeosang steps closer into the kitchen, his pale fennec ears straight forward on his ears. They’re fixated on the two of you. You smirked as you held your hold tight on Woyoung’s hair. I watched his fluffy chinchilla ears turn, listening to where Yeosang approached. Your fox boyfriend places a finger under your chin and guides you to look at him.

“Your scent is strong, kit.” He notes, “You want this too, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you smirk, “Maybe we should have some fun in bed.”

Yeosang hums. He jerks his chin toward where Wooyoung has been relatively quiet, silently telling you to release his hair finally. You whistle at him; it’s a challenge. Yeosang’s eyes narrow at you and mirror your whistling sound. His whistle makes you grumble, but finally, listen and release Wooyoung’s hair. The chinchilla whines and stands up fully.

“You two go to our room and strip, understood?” Yeosang states, authority dripping from his tone.

“You in charge today, Yeo?” You challenge again.

His scent sharpens, making your omega nature crumble slightly, “You know I am. Now, do I need to repeat myself?”

Wooyoung is already on his way to your room, hearing how Yeosang’s tone darkens. You watch as his fluffy grey tail swishes behind him slightly. Yeosang chirps at you, pulling your attention back to him. You look at him briefly before you step past him to follow after Wooyoung. As you walk past, Yeosang tugs at your tail slightly, making you whimper.

When you step into your bedroom, Wooyoung is sitting on the bed, fisting his cock already. His tail flicks behind him. His rainy scent nearly suffocates the room. Stepping closer, you wrap your hand around his. Wooyoung’s pupils are blown wide when he finally makes eye contact with you.

“Want me to sit on your cock, pretty boy?”

“Please,” he moans, fucking up into your hands, “I need to be wrapped up inside you.” 

You chuckle and strip before climbing onto the bed fully. Tugging your hand off him, you wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand off too. You scoot forward into his lap and sit down on his cock. You both moan at the sensation. Immediately, you start grinding down against him. Wooyoung’s sweet whines and moans fill the room as he fucks up into you. Neither of you sees or hears Yeosang walk in. Even with your impeccable hearing and Wooyoung’s hearing, you’re so fixated on each other that it doesn’t even process. 

“You two can’t keep your hands to yourselves.” Yeosang sighs, “You two already look like a fucked out wreck on your own.”

“Yeosang,” you moan, “need you too.” 

Your fox boyfriend pushes his pale blonde hair back, covering his ears slightly for a moment. For a moment, you think he’s about to walk out. The moment Wooyoung moans out a strange amalgamation of both your names, Yeosang lets out a small groan. Yeosang slowly peels off his clothing. Even as you and Wooyoung desperately grind against each other, you watch as more and more of Yeosang’s muscular frame becomes visible. Yeosang climbs up onto the bed behind you. He tugs your tail, the tip of it tickling against your back. You moan and grind against Wooyoung more as he holds your tail tight.

“Stop moving for a while, kit. Your body is acting like you’re in heat. I’m gonna finger you a little bit and fit in right next to Woo, m’kay?”

You nod, “Please, wanna be stuffed by both of you.” 

You sit down fully on Wooyoung, and Yeosang presses you forward against Wooyoung’s chest. His hand still holds your tail up while the other presses against your already stuffed pussy. A whimper falls from both your lips and Wooyoung’s as Yeosang pushes a finger into you. Once you’ve adjusted to the stretch, Yeosang adds another finger. Each time you adjust, you try to grind down on the fingers and Wooyoung’s cock. You kiss against your chinchilla boyfriend’s scent gland in his neck. The amount of pheromones in the room is nearly overwhelming in the best way possible.

“I’m gonna put my cock in now, kits.” Yeosang’s comment is directed at both you and Wooyoung.

You feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your hole. You gasp at the stretch of both cocks inside you. Wooyoung is far gone. You wouldn’t be surprised if he is in pre-rut, thanks to the feeling and the pheromones swirling in the air. 

“Feels– fuck!” You moan once Yeosang is finally fully inside you.

Yeosang leans forward and kisses your shoulder blade, “You feel so good like this, kit. It’s been so long since you’ve been stuffed like this.”

“Sangie! Kit!” Wooyoung gasps, “I think I’m gonna–”

Yeosang thrusts up into you, supplementing more stimulation for Wooyoung. The chinchilla hybrid allows a continuous stream of moans to come from his lips. You cling to Wooyoung’s shoulders, one of your fox ears pressed against his cheek as you pant and moan, not much better than the youngest of your three boyfriends.

“Cum when you want.” Yeosang groans, fucking up into you, “Fuck, I love the feeling of being wrapped up inside you. Having my cock pressed up against his. There’s nothing like this.”

Wooyoung lets out a loud, broken moan, and you feel his cum flood into you. It immediately leaks back out down his cock and over his balls. Yeosang thrusting up into you only makes the other’s cum leak out of you more. You feel Yeosang bite your shoulder. His sharp canines dig into your skin more than his other teeth. You spasm around their cocks as soon as he bites you. The feeling of both inside you, your scents mixing, Yeosang’s bite, is so much for you. Yeosang cums a moment later, his cum leaking back out of you, mixing with Wooyoung’s. All three of you pant and momentarily catch your breath. 

“You both did so good, kits.” Yeosang praises, “So damn good.”

“‘M sleepy.” Wooyougn slurs.

“Me too,” you chuckle, “I know we need to clean up, though.”

Yeosang giggles affectionately, “You two rest. I’ll clean you up as best I can. We’ll shower after you rest.”

Yeosang pulls out of you slowly and lifts you off of Wooyoung as well. Wooyoung collapses back on the bed, and you curl up against your chinchilla boyfriend, who is already half asleep. Yeosang lets a smile grace his lips. He leans over and kisses both your foreheads. It’s moments like these that make him grateful for having you both. Maybe next time, he’ll have to get san in here, too, at least on the phone if he’s out of town again.

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[jimrichardsonng]

Scotland Fix of the Day: By now many of you may be dreaming of a Scotland trip next year. Just planning for such a trip can be a strong antidote to the darkening days of winter coming upon us. And many of you will be hoping to find some undiscovered gem of a destination, someplace unspoiled and untrammeled. So I thought I might offer a couple of possible locations that really are off the beaten track and for the first one I can’t think of a better adventure than trying to get out to St. Kilda. And getting to these island forty miles out in the Atlantic, beyond the Outer Hebrides, can be trying. Weather is a big obstacle and most boat tour operators will want you to book two consecutive days in order to have a chance of making it on one of them. (I once traveled out with a group of friends who had been coming back every year for nine years and hadn’t made it yet — until that day.) Boats depart from both Lewis and Harris and there is now a tour that leaves from the Isle of Skye. Expect the trip to be at least three hours. But if you make it you’ll be among only about 2,000 lucky visitors — per year! And you’ll be warmly welcomed by the National Trust for Scotland rangers who watch after this double UNESCO Wold Heritage Site treasure, honored for both its cultural heritage and its wildlife. You could say the two are connected: the final abandonment in 1930 by the residents who had survived there for millennia contributed to making this remote archipelago an even more inviting place for hundreds of thousands of seabirds, prime amongst them being huge colonies of puffins and gannets. It’s spectacular. My photographic work for National Geographic has actually taken me to St. Kilda several times (I’m really quite fortunate) and every time has been hugely memorable, a landmark travel experience. So if you decide to have a go at St. Kilda I won’t kid you: it’s not going to be easy. But St. Kilda is the very definition of “off the beaten track.” #scotland #stkilda #bestofscotland #hiddenscotland #natgeo #lindbladexpeditions #nationalTrustforScotland #scotland_highlights#ig_scotland #visitscotland #scotlandgreatshots #scotland_greatshots #igersscotland #unlimitedscot — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/GApc5Ej

[anotherwvba]

Learning on the Job pt. 4

As the day wore on, fighters and hopefuls came in and out of the WVBA Gym. It was a veritable symphony of thuds, grunts, cheers, and gripes. In the center ring, Gemma was now sparring alternately with Skye and Mika under the watchful eyes of Coach Maxwell and Dudley Bruce. Glass Joe was on the treadmill trying to warn people away from a napping trainee, while Disco Kid and Cutie Hondo were showing new signee Jon Adamski around the gym and introducing him to people with varying degrees of success.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the gym, Razor Sharp was on the speed bag. She was a force of nature. She danced around the bag, keeping its rhythm flowing for strikes from all angles. She had the flair and showmanship of a star. From all around the gym, eyes fell on her and the bag. She knew and she loved it.

As Razor drew stares and gazes with her incredible bag work, Luna Doll approached a neighboring speed bag, ready to start her own workout. Luna was as precise and quick on the speed bag as she is with a controller, something viewers of her streams knew all too well. But as focused as she was, Luna found herself stealing glances of Razor’s performance on the bag next to her.

Taking a quick break, Razor took a moment to hydrate and grabbed her water bottle. Most of those watching her went back to their own training at that point, but Luna caught a glimpse of the bottle, the word RAZOR boldly emblazoned across it.

“Yo,” Luna stopped her bag as she spoke, “you’re Razor Sharp, ain’t ya’?” Her tone was friendly and warm, as usual, but had a touch of challenge to it, like she was putting her quarter down on the arcade machine to call ‘next’.

Razor turned, sizing Luna up with a smile, “That’s me, girl! Philly’s finest in the flesh.” Her brash and braggadocious nature came through, but certainly good-natured. “And you’re Luna Doll, the stream queen herself. Loved your ‘Shadow Hearts’ playthrough. Pretty cool stuff.”

“Thanks! I can’t believe you watch,” Luna’s face lit up at the recognition. “You know, I gotta tell you, debuting against each other? It’s like a dream. I’ve seen you in action before and you’re amazing! It’s like you were born for this… which kinda makes sense. B-T-W, big fan of your dad.”

A mischievous quality came through Razor’s grin, “Appreciate it. Our fight’s gonna be lit, something really special. For me, anyway. Kinda like a good public workout.”

“Excuse me?” That comment hit Luna like a game over screen and her friendly expression darkened. “What do you mean by ‘public workout’?”

Razor’s confidence never wavered, her smile securely in place. “Means you’ve never had a fight, not a real one. I step into the ring, I’m not like your influencer friends. They playing tag. I’m starching chicks. You ain’t ready for what I’m bringing.”

Pride and determination overcame Luna. Her eyes flared, but she held her temper in check. “Just ‘cause I fought influencers before I came here doesn’t mean I don’t take this seriously. Those fights were real. We weren’t playing games. We were trying to put each other on the canvas. So, you best not sleep on me, girl!”

“Hey, chill,” Razor shrugged and put her hands up. “Ain’t saying you didn’t scrap. I’ve seen what you’ve done. It’s cool and all and it took a lotta guts. But this? Me? This is the big leagues, baby, and, like you said, I was born for this. You ain’t built for a beatdown, giving or receiving.”

Luna heard the challenge in Razor’s voice and smiled. It wasn’t out of amusement, though. It was ‘game on’. She stepped a little closer toward Razor, “We’ll see, Razor. But I’mma tell you right now, you treat me like anything other than another pro and I’m gonna flip the script on you, Baby Sands.”

Closing the distance between them to mere inches, Razor’s smile broadened, her voice dropped. She was loving this. “Let’s keep this 100, aight? You best be ready to catch a beating, girl. I’mma send a message to the whole damn Circuit and that message is gonna be you, out like a light, flat on your back.”

“Oh, girlfriend,” Luna met Razor’s gaze with her own, her smile bright, too. Unfazed and unflinching. “Stay cocky. Keep underestimating me. ‘Cause I can’t wait to prove you wrong. Just one thing… don’t blink, baby. You do and you’ll wake up on your ass wondering what happened.”

And there it was. Challenge laid out and accepted. Bring your best or pay the price when the bell rings. Luna turned back to her bag, finding her rhythm driven by a newfound purchase. Razor moved on to the heavy bags to continue her own training, but just couldn’t help herself as she called back loudly over her shoulder, the whole gym hearing her.

“Hey, Hitmaker! By the time I’m done whooping your ass, you gonna wish you stuck to boxing with TikTokers and Twitch streamers. It’s a lot safer than stepping to me, baby!”

Luna’s response was a barely there smile and words only loud enough for herself to hear, drowned out by the rhythmic sounds of her speed bag. “Game on, Baby Sands… game on!”

Star Mika is an OC belonging to @cyrah-is-cool101 and is used with permission. Jon Adamski is an OC belonging to @punchout-ispunched and is used with permission.