#accessories and slugging

[0hmanit]

I like the concept of slugcats using various flora as head accessories. Like Monk tying the wheel flower around their ear. Please excuse the rough sketches.

Artificer's pups would gift their parent a cherrybomb plant to wear, reminding them of their explosive abilities.

Survivor would tie the batnip plant to attract bats to it, a survival tip that their parents may taught them.

Hunter will wear the dandelion peaches that can be found in Sky Islands. Although this is quite of a distraction from their mission, Hunter thinks that they deserve to look pretty too.

And finally. I can imagine rivulet gathering many flowers that they find pleasant. bubble/glow weeds, Lilypucks and etc. And gifting these to Moon or their lizard friends.

[sosuperawesome]

Slug and Snail Hair Clips // Rosalies Flowers

[annyo-d]

Earrings sea slugs🌊👏✨

They small stud earrings)

[stuffifindonlinesometimes]

Banana Slug Headband

[rockintapper]

uh Hi im. back. here are t2wo outfits that totally arent based off of watashime slug

[astral-realities]

Hello again! New questions bc im really curious! How much do you all identify with your puppets and their appearances? Are they more of a tool for you or are they significant for your sense of self? I've noticed that your appearances somewhat reflect your personalities, was this a design choice made by your architects or have you been adjusting looks along the way by yourselves? (I know Habitually Stargazing did a little, the dress looks really pretty on you btw!) Im particularily fascinated by the antennas! Im guessing you don't use them much having a hard-wire connection to the rest of your superstructures, right? (perhaps they would be more practical when communicating with visitors in your chambers? I don't know..) Im seeing a sort of analogy between animal motifs in ancient art and masks and those retro-looking antenna resembling those used with older technology, though I might be wrong.. I'd be thrilled to know whether these hold any cultural / traditional signifincance among machines alike!

Also I'd love to know more about your serial numbers! What do they mean, and do you more identify with them or with your names?

Finally, Flowers - a creature for you

It's an umbrella slug, hiding under it's umbrella!

Hope you all have a wonderfull day, looking forward to hear from you!

SDA: Oh! While the exact details might vary from case to case, I would say that it's a bit of both - the puppet is a tool tied to an iterator's sense of self.

SDA: The puppet is only a small part of yourself, but it represents you as a whole. You .. used it to communicate with your citizens, you use it to communicate with your peers. Others start to see *you* in this form. The more you use it, the more you begin to identify with it. With time, its image truly becomes yours.

SDA: From our creators' perspective, it might have been a matter of needing an interface to interact with us. It seemed to be more natural to speak with something that you can actually look in the face.

SDA: Another important fact is that the puppet is by far the most expressive part of our bodies. Our biological elements can be somewhat controlled by our programming, but it cannot fully override them - there will always be a living, sentient being deep below.

SDA: One that has its own emotions, preferences, opinions; one that wants to express itself. The puppet serves as an outlet for that. It can gesticulate, it allows you to convey how you feel in a way that's understandable to most.

TFB: It would've probably been easier for them if we couldn't think for ourselves. Just tell us what to do and we do it until the end of time, no questions asked.

TFB: Instead, they chose to fully depend on something with an *attitude*! Some really tried their best to keep good relations with their iterator, afraid of putting it in a bad mood...

SDA: Yes, I suppose...

SDA: Some of us might pay greater attention to the puppet's appearance, adjusting it to our own tastes, mostly with clothes and accessories. Fashion was important in our creators' culture, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for an iterator to request a new robe or a necklace. Some took matters into their own hands.

SDA: ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like this.

BROS: Don't you dare, it's always nice hearing you so passionate about something~

BROS: About the antennae - you're right, they're not as powerful as the equipment in the rest of the structure! They're decent for close-range stuff, and they're what you'd resort to in case of an emergency.

BROS: Like, somehow losing access to the rest of your body. The puppet can't do much on its own, but thanks to these, it would be able to communicate with anything near it.

BROS: Aaand they were mostly another way for the architect to visualize whatever concept they had for a puppet.

HS: I'm almost offended by the "retro" remark. As far as I'm concerned, these are state-of-the-art.

BROS: Sure, sure~

BROS: Finally, as for the model numbers. They represent the architect's name, the cycle when the project was officially completed, and the name of the project at that time, like this:

BROS: Nobody really identifies with this, it's mostly used in paperwork - maybe some database stuff. Even if two iterators were given the same name, it's extremely unlikely they also had the same creator *and* creation date, so it allows for telling us apart that way.

HS: The name that appears in your model number isn't truly binding either. Such as...

TFB: Come on now, don't put them on the spot like that.

SDA: ...

SDA: It's fine...

SDA: Originally, I was called "Visions of Serenity", you'll see me in databases as GTIAOT672005VOS.

SDA: I was renamed shortly after, due to some... rather unfortunate coincidence.

SDA: It really doesn't matter now.

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TFB: Also, thank you so much!! I don't get to see many marine species around these parts, this is lovely!

HS: (...and thank you...)

[sadie-bug345]

how long the gang takes to get ready for the day⛅️🌤️

i just know cherry be hogging the bathroom and she’s actually so real for that cause i do it too🥰

ponyboy:

he gives a nighttime shower guy

used to having two brothers to fight with in the morning so he’s honestly pretty fast

my guy hits snooze sooo much it’s actually crazy

so because of this he’s gotta rush to get ready

but at this point he’s used to it which is cool

we love an adaptable king

AND he always pulls up to school looking decent so 7/10

johnny:

ngl i actually don’t know how he’d be getting ready

he just spawns in wearing full greaser attire complete w a switchblade accessory ‼️🥰🤩🤪

but he’d probably only need like ten minutes but bro loves like a slug

he just ain’t a morning person AT ALL and that’s okay😔✊

he shows up looking kinda scruffy but that’s okay it’s for the vibe fs 5/10

sodapop:

he seems like the type to shamelessly hog the bathroom

pony and darry hate it sm LMAO

actually wakes up at a decent time so he can shower and get dressed and everything

he hates the feeling of being rushed so he’s got a whole set routine

but if he gets off the routine everything come crashing down and he ends up being like an hour late😭😭

8/10

darry:

early riser

probably cause of necessity yk he’s a working boy

but also he loves having the bathroom to himself for once and take his time

he also cooks breakfast so that’s kinda a way for him to wake up slowly

outfits are a little basic but he pulls them off so we know he ain’t wasting anytime deciding which solid black t shirt to wear that day😭

he is honestly goals 10/10

dally:

THIS MAN

he will claim so MUCH that he just wakes up and comes out looking perfect

but he self absorbed for sure

you cannot watch that beginning scene of the movie where my guy STRUTS down the street

bro really thinks he’s that guy😭💀

so yes, he does spend a solid amt of time getting ready, picking outfits, rings, the whole shebang

but if you bring it up you’re dead😔

breaks down if he has to share the bathroom and gives up

he needs his space ig? 6/10

two-bit:

my guy has ONE OUTFIT

different variations but the same outfit nonetheless😭😭😭

so that takes zero time out of his morning

his hair is super greased up so bc of that he probably takes a normal amt of time

honestly pretty chill when it comes to sharing a bathroom

BUT still hyper asf so there’s that

rip to anyone in the way of the fridge when he’s hungry for breakfast🙏

7/10 low effort but still eats

steve

probably takes a lot of time

and pony would hate it sm

those “complicated swirls” ARENT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

or for those running late

lowk has a bit of a big ego so he puts a lot of effort into his appearance

loves him some chocolate cake for brekky

6/10🙏

THIS WAS FUN OK BYEEEE‼️🫶🤪

[shininglynxie]

OK, didn't want this to be my first post on this account, but I just really wanted to share my thoughts and analysis of the Grand Festival announcement.

I knew they were going to place the new venue near the Crater - the first place we saw all the way back in 2021, when Splatoon 3 was first announced. It was even teased in the Sizzle season 2024 trailer with the jellyfish walking by this same Crater backdrop with merch of all three idol groups.

The Pearlina plane walked so that the Now or Never Seven bus could run. It's just great to see something like that plane again!

The golden replicas of the animals from all the hub worlds that represent each idol are a great touch, too!

Now, to analyze the idols' new outfits! Their shared theme feels very orderly and gives off bleached coral vibes. I wonder what's up with that. Most of them also seem to reference non-cephalopod sea creatures, but I don't know how intentional that is.

The outfits always have to be matching with these two, and I love it! The cut on their skirts point inwards on Callie's and outwards on Marie's. Callie's gloves reveal the base of her arms, while Marie's gloves reveal the ends of her arms or her hands. Both of them are also wearing urchin-themed head accessories.

The way they animated Pearl and Marina's interlocked hands being pointed right at us. It's like they're yelling at us: Yeah, they're gay, dammit! They've been giving us quite a bunch of great Pearlina content lately, and they just had to give us more.

Anyways, their outfits. I love Pearl's big hat! It fits her vibes very well! There's also an Off the Hook logo on it, which is neat. As some people have pointed out already, this is the first time Pearl's showing off her midriff, which is cool to see!

I absolutely love Marina's outfit ,though. It's gotta be one of my favorites of the Grand Fest idol fits! That bra/top paired with the jewelry, the laced pants with the boots, and all those rings combine to create such an awesome look to me! Also, something else of note is the fact that Marina isn't wearing headphones here and showing off her ears. It's uncommon for her to do that, and she's mostly done that outside of the games, and, I think, this is the first time you can see her ears in-game, which is really cool and showcases her personal growth! (Btw, I love the pose Marina's making in the shot on the second pic! It's so cute!

Deep Cut, my beloveds!

This is probably among the weaker fits Shiver ever had, but it's not bad by any means. Those pant boots are kinda weird, and I don't know how to feel about them. But I do like that top she's wearing! It kinda mimics her headdress, which also looks neat! It kinda reminds me of seaweed, dunno if that was the intention. She's also rocking that Deep Cut logo temp tattoo, which is dope! From afar, it looks really similar to the octopus tattoo Callie had when hypnotized by Octavio. The bangs on her in-game model seem to be pushed away a little bit, so you can see her other eye, which is an interesting detail. The expression she has on the official art feels a tad unusual for Shiver. She always acts so cold and aloof, so it's strange to see such an expression of genuine surprise from her.

Frye's outfit is great, but there isn't much to say about it. The buns she's wearing kinda remind me of sea slugs, I don't know if that's what they were going for, though. The ear tie thing she's wearing is also a nice design touch! It's an accessory that utilizes her long ears in a very creative way! I love the way she's grabbing Shiver's waist in the official art, it's so Frye!

Big Man's fit has got to be my favorite! He's absolutely slaying in that fin-like headdress and those spikes, and with that makeup around his eye! It feels very Kiss-inspired. The patterns on his fins look claw-like now. This is something that kinda makes me wonder how Big Man's outfits work in the first place with the various skin patterns he took on during seasonal splatfests. He also seems to have something wrapped around his tail. The best shot I could catch of it is this screenshot below.

Overall, I think the idols' outfits are cool, but they don't wow me like Pearl and Marina's Chaos vs. Order outfits did.

The performance of their new collab song will be so cool! It's gonna feel like a proper big concert!

Speaking of concerts, I might be seeing things, but some of the choreography we see the idols perform in their usual outfits seem to be from the songs other than each idol group's day 1 and 2 songs. The third Splatoon 3 concert just might be held in-game. Which is a great idea and makes a lot of sense! Since most Splatoon fans probably never had the chance to see the idol concerts live, it only feels fitting to create an immersive concert experience inside the game! It's a lot more interactive than a video recording, and it will ensure that a lot more people can see it compared to the in-person concert. Plus, all the idols are in one place already, so they can easily perform the collab songs too! If that does end up happening, I hope that the performances do use the concert versions of the songs, as they're almost always better than original, in my opinion, plus that way they won't overlap with the songs that play during gameplay.

Almost forgot about the theme. Which is most important to you? Past, Present, or Future? With each idol group representing a team, rather than a Deep Cut member each representing a team. I think this quite a solod theme for the final fest, if a bit predictable. The fact that each idol group picked a team for themselves also makes this like an idol fest in disguise, but I'm not bothered by that. I wonder how this fest's outcome will affect a potential Splatoon 4, though, as there's no one clear way how I can see it affecting the game's development.

All in all, I'm very excited for what Grand Festival will bring! By the time it rolls around, this account will, hopefully, be properly active. I'll absolutely have some art to post for the occasion!

[prskcostumes]

Galaxy Slug Girl

Galaxy Slug Girl is a costume that can be obtained by pulling in any Standard Gacha past the An Encounter With the Unknown!? Cosmic Opera Gacha! The costume comes with an Exclusive Accessory for Emu and a Standard Accessory! This costume has been used in the 3DMV for Opera! Space Opera!!

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[sunshine-burnt]

I Do Not Like Your Hat

Summary: Dazai always did hate Chuya's hat.

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Some days, Dazai Osamu wished he was never born. Some days, Dazai Osamu wished he was dead. And some days, Dazai Osamu was okay with living.

This was not one of those days, though.

Dazai Osamu did have to admit that his days seemed to be getting brighter. No longer was he constantly hounded by the sins of his past nor was the tune of the suicide song playing in his mind. His desire to commit double suicide was slowly lessening (though his hunt for a beautiful maiden had yet to cease), and he did not find the arms of the river quite as comforting as before. Finally, to everyone's surprise, he had even started coming to work on time. Whether he was productive during the day was still up for debate, though. All in all, Dazai was seeing improvement.

It scared him.

Running, lying, fighting, that was all in his blood. And even if it was not there naturally, he had spent enough time being injected with violence and the need to die for his entire life. He was a criminal, a demon sent straight from hell, a monstrous sinner (and a lost child attempting to navigate adulthood). Dazai Osamu had no right to live, no right to happiness.

And today, these thoughts had driven him from work and family, from some foreign brightness back into the embrace of a not-so yet all too familiar darkness.

The alley he strode through brought him little peace, tortured screams echoing in his mind. Blood dripped from every nook and cranny, and if he ran his hand over the wall he would witness that non-existent crimson staining his palm. He saw bullets embed themselves into innocent, clean flesh. The air reeked of death, a friend Dazai could never leave behind.

So lost in thought, the brunette man missed a piece of a shared past and found himself stumbling into the wall. The brick was rough against his palms, and the uneven asphalt bit into his knees through his pants. He scowled, turning to catch sight of an accessory he had always hated.

It was that dumb slug's hat.

Dazai pushed himself against the wall, glaring at the pork pie as if it had personally offended him. The ugly, little hat stared right back at him, growing more and more unsightly as the silence stretched on. Disgust worked its way onto his face, memories of a certain red-haired man resurfacing. Damn that bastard. Why'd he have to leave that nasty thing right where he was going to be? What was the world scheming today? Well, whatever it was, he didn't like it. Still, something pulled him to his ex-partner's topper.

The world of yesterdays rushed over him, and he was left victim to the recollection of the days following Odasaku's death.

Mori Ogai was too much. Too violent, too deceitful, too cruel, etcetera, etcetera, the list went on infinitely. Well, not infinitely seeing as there were far too few words to describe that horrendous man. Osamu could see that clearly now. His escape to the 'good' side would soon be upon him, and he wished to take no remnants of his mafia days with him. Nothing other than the mark of death, of course. It was not as if he could wash himself of that branding so easily. What a pain fleeing the Port Mafia was going to be.

Snoring interrupted his thoughts, and his gaze was directed toward the slightly noisy man resting in his bed. It had been a long, hard week, and Dazai hadn't had it in him to kick out the slug, a change he hoped the other would never notice. Indeed, he had been getting softer and softer on his fiery partner as the months had passed, and when his rusty haired friend had left him, Osamu had been able to express his grief to him.

Nakahara Chuya continued to slumber peacefully, a rare treat for him.

A silent sigh slipped through his nose, and he resisted touching the man's calloused palms with his own, both drenched in unseen blood that was not stoppered at the wrist. He wondered, briefly, at telling Chuya, at convincing the other to come with him, at searching for forgiveness together. Death was also a heavy weight on the ginger's mind (Osamu knew this well enough after seeing him drink once a mission was finished). It could be nice, just the two of them, fulfilling Odasaku's wishes. Saving orphans, guiding the lost, all things that that strange man had been so good at, so devoted to. And maybe, just maybe, they could both be rescued, they could both find salvation.

Dazai Osamu was not an idealist, though.

Nakahara Chuya, his partner in crime, was just that. His partner in crime. He was bound to the Port Mafia, swathed in chains of brainwashed loyalty and threatened with praise. He was the organization's dog, always at Mori's beck and call, always eager to prove himself. The red-head's chance at freedom had been stolen from him years ago and, ironically, that damned thief was Dazai Osamu himself, the demon prodigy preparing to desert.

Osamu caught sight of an especially hideous item resting on the nightstand. The hat, a gift of Mori's, tempted the arsonist within him. He was already planning on feeding his coat to the flame, why not toss the slug's accessory too? He glowered at the pork pie, yet another bond that tethered Chuya to the organization. The stupid thing meant too much to his partner, a representation of the mafia claiming to be his home. And that dumb boy had accepted that dumb assertation. Dazai hated him for his choice, but it was not as if he could do anything.

He was, after all, the one at fault.

Nakahara Chuya knew something was off. The air of the penthouse was just barely saturated with something musty, something familiar. The smudge on the left most window seemed a little larger than it had been yesterday, and the softness of the carpet had been disturbed. The red head narrowed his eyes, pinpointing the wooden coffee table. Someone had been in his house. Chuya crept forward on silent feet, that eerie red glow, which signified his power, surrounding his lean figure. Carefully, he rounded the white couch and focused on the item left on the glossy surface.

His hat sat innocently before him, no sign of another's touch to be seen. A relieved sigh exited from his lips; he had been looking for the damn thing since sun down of yesterday. Chuya lifted the pork pie, eager to feel that comfortable weight on the crown of his head yet again when a small slip of paper fluttered out from the hat's opening. Curious, he picked up the note and opened it to read.

"For the dumb slug. I thought you couldn't go anywhere without your brain. -D.O."

Dammit, Dazai.

[esimsterlookbook]

Sloane Sims 4 CC Lookbook

Meet Sloane, a trust fund baby in her second term of university.

Base Sim Info

Eyes/Lashes/Eyebrows: Sims3Melancholic Contacts 114 / Seleng Eyebrows N53 / Twisted Cat Lashes N03

Skin: Pralinesims Face mask / Squea Dusty Skinblend / Praline Sims Eyebags 21 Zombie / Sea Slug Sims Backne / Ok-ruee skin details / Scarlett Scar 03 / CB Skin Set - Moles / Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 Cheeks and Nose / Sammi_xox Nose and Lip Masks / Sims3Melancholic Belly Mask 1

Tattoos: Closims Pisces Tattoo Set / Lisatrait Periwinkle Tattoo Set

Everyday:

Hair: Reina 82 Rochella hair

Outfit: Serenity Evelyn Top / Serenity Loreali Pants / SerenityxSenate Coco Shoes

Accessories: Praline Sims Papillion Glasses / Christopher067 Saint Necklace / Giulietta Sims Gemstone Huggie Drop Earrings / S-Club bracelet 202006 / S-Club LL watch 201906

Makeup: Lady Simmer's Maple Blush / Breezytrait petals makeup / sims3melancholic lipstick #9

Formal:

Hair: Simpliciaty Oaklahoma Hair

Outfit: Lazy Eyelids open back long gown

Accessories: Gorilla x3 Multi Ring Earring / Gorilla x3 Basic Coin Necklace / Bobur Braclet 05 / Christopher 067 Mahlia Rings / Giulietta Sims Denise Watch

Makeup: Cryptic Sims 818 Eyeliner / Pralinesims Blush N81 Star Shower V1 / Praline Sims Frappe (N90) Eyeshadow

Athletic:

Hair: Anto Hair 402 Elda

Outfit: Plumbobsnfries Karly Hoodie / Blue Craving Sporty Lydia Leggings / Jolliebean Charged Shoes

Accessories: Praline Sims Papillion Glasses

Sleep:

Hair: Anto Celina 407 Hair

Outfit: Plumbobsandfries Haley Top (plain) / Jolliebean Speedrun bottom

Accessories: Praline Sims Papillion Glasses

Party:

Hair: Simpliciaity Amanda Hair

Outfit: Sunberry 24.49 Sleeveless dress / Arltos Shoes Pack 63

Accessories: Praline Sims Papillion Glasses / Odyis' In bloom collection tights / Gorilla x3 Butterfly Necklace II

Makeup: GoppolsMe Gold Liner cc23 / Praline Sims Eyeshadow 90 Frappe / qLayla Blush N32 / Giuliette Sims Long Stiletto French Tips Ombre Nails

Swim:

Hair: Reina TS4 68 Daniel Hair

Outfit: B0T0XBRAT Fairy Bikini Top / Busara-tr Ocean Collection Bikini Bottom P200

Accessories: Rimings New Gift Box 17 Earring / Sims House leg chain / Aretha Bee Jayleen Sunglasses / Bobur Bracelet 05 R / Giulietta Sims Diamond Butterfly Belly Piercing / Simpliciaty Maren Necklace / Sugar Owl Janice Rings / Giulietta Sims Denise Watch

Makeup: Breezy Trait Petals Makeup / GiuliettaSims Long Stiletto French Tips Ombre Nails

Hot Weather:

Hair: Simna X Reina Chuseok Collaboration Adult Female Hair

Outfit: Plumbobsnfries Rocio Top / Plb Sims Untouchable Skirt / Shoestopia Jessica High Heels

Accessories: Praline Sims Papillion Glasses / Giulietta Sims Athena Bracelet Set / Praline Sims Thunder V4 Earrings / Glitterberry Sims Black Heart Necklace

Makeup: Breezy Trait Petals Makeup / Lady Simmer Interstellar Eyeshadow / Praline Sims Eyeliner 121 Maze / Praline sims Lip N236 Lucid Dream / Jolliebean Nail it 2.0

Cold Weather:

Hair: Reina 82 Rochella Hair

Outfit: Rimings Basic Outfit Set Top / Fifths Creations Rebels Jeans / Darte 77 Vans Old Skool

Accessories: Sims House Hat January 22 / Praline Sims Papillion Glasses / Jolliebean Peak Performance Basic Socks

Thank you so much to CC creators for all their work! Please let me know if any links aren't working and I'll do my best to fix them.

[capobegone]

Kny Character as Sea Slugs Pt. 3

Part 1: Tanjiro and Hashira

Part 2: Muzan and Upper Moons

We’re back with more!! My tumblr has been glitching recently so hopefully this one shows up in the tags. Part 3 will include the rest of Tanjiro’s squad and a few of my other favorites!!

Agatsuma Zenitsu

-This one is called a Sea Lemon! My awesome lab partner and I did a presentation about these bad boys hehe

-It looks exactly like him. I can’t take this dhshsj

Hashibira Inosuke

-We’ve got the dark blue of his uniform AND the fluffy brown fur

-The white tips kinda look like tusks too!!

Shinazugawa Genya

-It has the 2-tone of his little haori (???) on it!

-Also kinda reminds me of his wild hair

Kamado Nezuko

-Just look at this little chunk of a slug!! It’s so cute!!

-The pink and black works well for her I think

Tsuyuri Kanao

-So pretty and so butterfly-esque

-It reminds me of her personality tbh I feel like this is a very sweet and quiet slug

Kaigaku

-The blue and gold brings out his accessories

-Would electrocute you if it could

Ubuyashiki Kagaya

-I think this man deserves an ethereal looking slug

-The light purple?? The subtle glow?? Beautiful wonderful incredible it looks very calm

Enmu

-I can’t lie I’m not really that much of an Enmu fan but this is a COOL slug and it is perfect for him

-The pink and the turquoise with the pale skin is *chef’s kiss*

Tamayo

-I like the way it’s looking at me

-The subtle red is like her kimono

Yushiro

-It looks like it’s judging me which is very him

-The ombré and little purple details look like his hair and eyes I think

Anyway that’s all for part 3!! Hopefully this one shows up in the tags, my tumblr has been weird as of late :0 If I’m still missing your favorite character, hit up the ask box and they shall be sluggified!

[rain-world-headcanons]

time to list my spearmaster headcanons ! pulls out a comically long scroll:

spearmaster can speak as their mouth wasn't fully removed, though it is very muffled and some sounds come out odd sounding due to them having no lips

his favourite activities are creating art, though not usually drawing. spearmasters preferred hobbies are sculpting and crochet/knitting. especially making gifts for others. spears is a diy guy and their den-home is filled with decorations made by both them and it's friends

spearnight forever. they get very sad knowing they can never properly kiss or groom their girlpartner :(

spearmaster cannot taste, and will ask others to describe the tastes of food to them. based on what they've heard they think red lizards would be their favourite blood source

my spearmaster is a mosquito and feeds on blood. i see a lot of hcs about liquifying venom and while that probably makes more sense my guy just drinks blood. since meeting the slug pack they drink smoothies too :)

spearmaster has gained weight since meeting the other scugs and is no longer deathly thin. though their lack of some proper organs is mostly to blame for their thinness.

spears loves to learn about people and will often personalize gifts to the best of their abilities (ex: making accessories for artificer, gourmand, rivulet and saint that look like their family members)

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[wheels-of-despair]

Always Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Series Masterlist

Escape from Penbury Manor Summary: Mr. and Mrs. Penbury attend a Halloween party, but when the sun goes down, it's not all fun and games for the happy couple. Words: 4k

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Ralph asks, whirling around from his place at the window overlooking the sprawling grounds.

"Silence. Isn't it wonderful?"

A smile spreads across his sleepy face.

You've returned to Penbury Manor, but you're not alone. Victoria has invited you (and countless others) to a Halloween Bash, a weekend full of fun and friends and festivities. You and Ralph had been a bit hesitant to attend, but decided that if things became overwhelming, you could always just retreat to your bedroom. Or one of the rooms on the drafty third floor that probably wouldn't be in use. Or even Ralph's favorite tree. You'd become quite fond of the place during your long honeymoon, and convinced yourselves that even Victoria and her entourage couldn't dampen your spirits this time.

Until you'd walked in the front door and seen just how many people were here. You were both tired from the long drive - by yourselves this time. Ralph had taken driving lessons and become quite skilled in navigating the roads in his very own automobile. You loved going for drives together, but the distance to Penbury Manor was quite a bit longer than your typical outings. (The thought of spending a long weekend with Victoria and all her friends may have been a bit draining as well.)

But for now, it was just the two of you, in the bedroom you'd spent most of your honeymoon in. The bustle of activity downstairs was muffled by the closed door, and you were grateful for a moment to just relax together and recover from your journey. You kicked off your shoes, left your suitcases unpacked, and collapsed on the bed to recharge before dinner.

A knock woke you from your slumber an hour later.

"What is it?" Ralph asks, rubbing his eyes.

"Drinks and hors d'oeuvres are being served on the terrace, sir."

"Thank you, we're coming." Ralph calls to the closed door. He turns his head toward you. "We've been summoned."

You look down at your wrinkled dress. "I suppose we'd better change. If we showed up to a party in travel clothes, Victoria would have us skinned alive."

"She would." Ralph sighs, then shimmies off the bed. You stay put. Getting dressed again seems like such a hassle. Ralph glances at you, lying there like a slug, and smiles. He opens your suitcases and extracts the clothes you'd packed for tonight. You watch him match shoes and accessories through heavily lidded eyes and wonder how you got so lucky. The man is perfect. He crosses the room and stops at your side, extending his hands to help you out of the tall, extremely comfortable bed.

"Up you get, love. We don't have to stay very long."

You take his hands and slide down the beautiful blanket. Your stockinged feet meet the floor with a thud. You know you're already running late, but you have to take a moment just to wrap your arms around him. You've married the most amazing man in the world.

Ralph holds you until you've had enough - for now - and then you both begin the process of dressing for drinks with Victoria and half the young people of London.

The crowd was less intimidating outdoors. Victoria's guests were spread out and talking amongst themselves instead of rushing about and yelling and tripping over piles of luggage like when you'd arrived. This seemed far more manageable.

The sun was beginning to set, turning the sky a gorgeous shade of orange. The terrace was lit by fairy lights and softly glowing lanterns. Waiters bearing trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres made the rounds. It seemed surprisingly low-key for an event planned by Victoria, but tonight was just for getting settled in; there was to be a masquerade ball Saturday night, and a costume contest on Sunday, and "gazoodles of other surprises" throughout the weekend.

You stuck to Ralph like glue as you wandered around with drinks in your hands and nibbled on hors d'oeuvres, meeting strangers and catching up with casual acquaintances. Several guests lamented that they'd missed your wedding, and were eager to know when you'd be adding Little Penburys to the mix. You smiled politely and kept up the required small-talk until time for dinner.

The crowd moved through the halls as one and filtered into the dining hall, which was fully decorated for Halloween. Pumpkins and vases of fall flowers were used as centerpieces on the long table. A large orange bow was tied to each chair back. There must've been a thousand candles lighting the room.

It was very well done. You were quite impressed with the team of decorators. (Victoria would take credit for this, and probably did supply an idea or two, but the Penburys have a well-paid party planner who typically handles this sort of thing.)

It was quite warm, between the all the people and the candles, and you would've preferred to have dinner outside under the lanterns and the night sky. But you smiled and sat next to Ralph and tried to enjoy the spooky, smoky ambiance of a well-planned party.

Until the amuse-bouche was placed in front of you.

You stared at the tiny cup of bright green soup and tried not to overthink it. It was just pea soup. People eat it every day. Is that… You poke at a mysterious lump with your spoon… and something that looks like an eyeball appears.

Everyone else discovers their surprises too, and laughs.

"How clever!" "Is that an onion?" "It looks just like a little eyeball!" "Oh, what fun!"

"Darling, are you alright?" Ralph leans close and whispers.

"Fine," you force a smile and focus on the tablecloth.

Soon, your untouched goop is taken away, and the table eagerly awaits the next course: soup.

Chunky red soup with pieces of floating meat that have been carved to resemble human toes. When the smell of it hits you, it makes your stomach churn. You push your chair back and scramble away from the table, not even caring that the grating screech of the chair legs on the polished floor probably drew everyone's attention. You just pray that you can make it to the nearest bathroom before everything you've eaten today comes up.

You made it to a potted plant in the hallway.

You held onto the sides of the planter after you finished heaving, trying to catch your breath. At least no one saw you.

"Are you alright, love?" Ralph asks quietly from behind you. You close your eyes in embarrassment, wishing you were invisible. But when you open them again a second later, you still see your hands gripping the edge of the planter, so you straighten, wipe your mouth just in case, and turn to face him.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

"No, I'm sorry. That was disgusting."

Your eyes fall to the floor.

"The soup was disgusting," Ralph clarifies. "I wouldn't eat it either."

You look up and smile weakly, and then catch a flash of black and white out of the corner of your eye. You and Ralph both look toward it, to see a maid standing by the door shyly.

"Are you all right, Mrs. Penbury?"

You nod.

"Perhaps some tea and biscuits to settle your stomach?"

You start to shake your head, but Ralph accepts on your behalf.

"Bring it out to the terrace, we're going out for some fresh air."

Ralph drapes his dinner jacket across your shoulders, wraps an arm around you, and guides you outside.

The cool autumn night cleanses you almost immediately. The air smells crisp and fresh and nothing at all like that horrible soup. It's not hot or smoky, and there's no one out here but you and Ralph. It's exactly what you need. He steers you to a bench and makes you lie down. He sits on the edge and places a comforting hand on yours.

"Better?"

"Infinitely," you smile. You stare up at the stars until you hear heels clacking in your direction.

"Your tea has arrived, Mrs. Penbury," Ralph informs you. He helps you sit upright, and accepts the tray from the maid. He places it between you and watches you nibble on dry biscuits and sip your tea.

"Sorry I ruined your evening," you say sheepishly, brushing the crumbs off your dress when you've had enough.

"An evening spent with my wife is never ruined," Ralph states. "Would you like to retreat to the bedroom before dinner ends and everyone starts wandering again?"

"Under one condition."

"What's that, love?"

"You stop by the kitchen and get something to eat before you come up. You skipped dinner too. You'll be ravenous in an hour."

Ralph smiles. "Unwell, and still looking after me."

"I'm fine, Ralph. Completely cured." You stand and reach for his hand. He takes it, and you lead him back to the door. You walk together until you reach the bottom of the staircase.

"Go eat while I freshen up, and then perhaps we can relive the glory of our honeymoon." You wink at him, and he blushes. He bids you adieu with a kiss to the forehead before setting off toward the kitchens. You walk upstairs, clean up and put on your nightgown, and decide to lie down while you wait for him.

"Wake up, sleepyheads!"

There is nothing more unsettling than waking to the sound of Victoria Penbury's shrill voice.

"Go away," Ralph grumbles, snuggling closer to you. You're not sure how he's done it, but he's gotten you underneath the covers without waking you up. Well done, Mr. Penbury.

"Oh come on, dear brother, I only came to check on my darling sister-in-law. Are you alright, dearie? Tummy still rumbly?"

"I'm fine, Victoria, thank you," you say as cordially as possible. You wish she would go away. Forever.

"Wondrous! Then you should come upstairs and meet us in the old playroom in fifteen minutes."

"Why?" Ralph whines.

"It's a secret! Come on, it'll be fun!"

She stands there, watching and waiting for either of you to get out of bed. Neither of you moves. When her patience runs out a few seconds later, she marches to the end of the bed and rips the covers off, letting them fall to the floor. You whine. Ralph growls.

"Playroom! Fifteen minutes! Well, fourteen minutes now. I'm leaving you a flashlight on the table! Be there or be square!"

She leaves the door open.

You sigh. "What do you think she has planned?"

"Don't know," Ralph mumbles, finally opening his eyes. "Do you want to find out?"

"What are the chances she comes back and drags us there if we don't go willingly?"

"Astronomical."

"Let's get it over with," you sigh.

You haul yourselves out of bed and put on dressing gowns. She can make you get up, but she can't make you get dressed. Or be happy about it. You plod through the corridor and to the stairs leading to the third floor. Ralph turns on the flashlight at the bottom and lights your way up the winding stairs.

You see candlelight flickering from the door of the playroom when you reach the landing. You grip Ralph's hand a little tighter as you approach the room he hated as a child.

About fifteen of Victoria's closest friends linger around the walls of the old playroom, speaking in hushed tones. A woman you've never seen before is sitting at a round table in the middle of the room. Candles litter the floor, flickering dangerously in the drafty room. You and Ralph stand as close as you can, for both warmth and comfort.

"Oh good, you came!" Victoria squeals, ruining the dark ambiance. For once, you welcome her loudness.

"Is this everyone?" the mysterious woman asks in a gravelly tone.

"This is Madame Moreau, she's going to conduct a séance for us," Victoria explains. "Yes, this is everyone. The privileged few!" She laughs loudly, once again, ruining the sinister ambiance the woman had worked so hard to achieve.

"Gather 'round," the woman instructs. "If anyone is having second thoughts, please leave now. This is not a game, and it is not to be taken lightly."

Victoria and her girlfriends giggle, indicating otherwise. You don't know which is more disconcerting; the strange old woman, or Victoria and her girlfriends being this excited about a séance.

Ralph squeezes your hand. You look up at him, and see that he's looking a bit uneasy about the situation as well.

"Sit," the woman orders.

With a nervous look at Ralph, you reluctantly follow the other lads and ladies, careful not to knock over any candles or set your robe ablaze. You sit between Ralph and Victoria's friend Ernestine.

"Hold hands with the people on either side of you."

Ernestine grabs you with excited force, but you pay no mind to her painted claws. Your husband's hand is cold and clammy.

"Who will we be summoning tonight?"

"Cleopatra!" "Queen Mary!" "Marie Antoinette!"

The voices shout over each other until Victoria silences them with a shrill cry and a stamp of her foot.

"Shut up! We're summoning my grandmother!"

You feel Ralph tense. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, waiting for a signal that he's had enough.

"Tell me about your grandmother, child."

Victoria launches into a passionate speech about her grandmother, but you don't pay attention. You'd heard enough about her during your honeymoon. She was a miserable old hag who walked with a limp and a cane due to a horseback-riding injury, and made it her mission to prevent Ralph from experiencing any sort of joy in his childhood. Your focus, as always, is on him.

Ernestine squeezes your hand with her red talons, dragging you back to the present. Everyone else's attention is on Madame Moreau.

"Eleanor Beatrice Penbury, we summon thee…"

Ralph squeezes his eyes closed and begins to shrink in his seat. He's had enough.

You let out a loud puff of breath, as if you've experienced a sudden pain, and everyone turns to look at you as if you're possessed.

"I'm sorry, I fear I'm not well enough for this. Ralph, would you please escort me back to bed? I need to lie down."

"Yes," he says gratefully, scrambling out of his chair, just like you had only hours before. He helps you up, and you fake a wobble when you reach a standing position. He wraps his arm around you and quickly escorts you to the door.

"Ralph!" Victoria snaps. "You and your wet-blanket wife are ruining my séance!"

"My wife is ill," he snaps back. "Her health is more important than your stupid game."

You let him practically drag you from the room, and when the door is closed, you stand straight again. He looks at you curiously.

"I've had quite enough of that," you say quietly. "That woman was giving me the heebie-jeebies."

"But… you said…" Ralph looks confused.

You smile and cup his face in your hands. "I'm fine, pup," you whisper. "But I'll have no part in pretending to bring that old hag back. Shall we go back to bed?"

You let him go and take a step down the dark hallway, but he grabs you from behind and holds you in a tight hug. "Thank you," he mumbles into the side of your neck.

You place your arms over his and wait for him to detach himself so you can go back to bed. When he finally does, he sighs in defeat.

"I've forgotten the flashlight."

"Is there no electricity up here?"

He starts fumbling at the walls, feeling for a switch. You can hear him growing frustrated.

"Ralph?" you call quietly.

"Yes?"

"The moonlight from the windows will get us to the stairs. We'll just take them slow and be very careful."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

"Let me go first," he insists. He reaches for your hand again, and leads you toward the stairs. You follow him down, one step at a time, one hand on the railing and the other on his shoulder. You both breathe a sigh of relief when you arrive safely on the warm and well-lit second floor.

You return to your bedroom, and Ralph breathes a sigh of relief when he closes the door. It locks with a click that echoes through the quiet room. You'd stayed in this room for months during your honeymoon, and he'd never locked it before. Perhaps the thought of his grandmother coming back scared him more than you thought.

You pull the blankets back onto the bed, shed your dressing gowns, and crawl beneath the covers.

"I love you, Ralphie," you remind him, snuggling close.

"I love you too," he whispers, holding you tightly.

You drift off together into a peaceful sleep… but it did not last for long.

"Did you hear that?" Ralph's panicked voice wakes you.

"Hear what?" you mumble.

"Listen," he urges.

You close your eyes and listen hard. Your breath. Ralph's breath. A hooting owl. And then… a scraping sound. It's a faint scrape, and then a light thud. It's coming from the room above you.

You turn your head to look at him, and find him petrified.

"It's her."

"Ralph, it's not her."

"It is. It worked. They did it." The tears threatening to spill from his eyes sparkle in the moonlight streaming in from the window. You cup the side of his face, and he nuzzles into your warm palm.

"Ralph, it's just one of Victoria's guests wandering around and snooping while they think everyone else is asleep."

He shakes his head. A tear spills over. You hate Victoria and all of her stupid friends and that strange woman for putting these scary thoughts in his head.

"Do you want to go look?"

"No!" he whispers loudly.

"What would make you feel safe?" you ask, wiping a tear away.

"Being home."

"Do you want to go now?"

Ralph frowns and thinks about it for a moment.

"Listen," you whisper, looking up at the ceiling. "It's stopped."

You both hold your breath for as long as you can, listening for the sound. You can't hear it anymore.

"Just a nosy guest poking around, pup," you assure him… and yourself. "They've found something more interesting to get into now. Think you can go back to sleep?"

He shakes his head, eyes still big and frightened. You don't really blame him.

"How about this," you propose, "We'll turn on all the lights and stay here in bed until sunrise, and then we'll decide if we want to pack up and go home."

"They'll think me a coward if they find out," he whispers tearfully. "They'll laugh at me."

"They will not," you state. "Between the sickness brought on by dinner and the claw marks Ernestine left on my hand, I may need to seek medical attention in the city." You wink.

He gives you a faint smile and nods.

You each slide off your side of the bed, quickly turn on all the lamps on your half of the room, and leap back under the covers.

Ralph still looks scared, and to be honest, it's getting to you a little too. You pull the blankets over your heads, so that you can't hear anything but your breath and beating hearts.

You hold him to you tightly and rub soothing circles on his back and begin to drift off. But just as you were approaching the edge of sleep, you heard it again.

Scraaape, thud. Ralph gasps. Scraaaape, thud. He trembles. You remove your hand from his back and pull the covers off of your head so you can hear better.

Scraaaaape, thud. Scraaaaape, thud. It's getting closer. Was Ralph right? Had those idiots actually managed to drag the old hag back from the grave to torment her grandson further?

"Raaaaaalph," a rasping voice whispers loudly. If Ralph's eyes get any bigger, they're going to fall out.

And then you hear a muffled giggle.

You are going to kill them all.

"Stay here," you whisper to Ralph, pulling away from him.

"No!" he whispers, reaching for you.

"It's alright, pup," you whisper back. "Stay put."

You creep toward the door as quietly as you can. You put your ear to the door and listen. Scraaaape, thud. You slowly turn the lock, waiting for another burst of giggles before letting it click. You glance over at Ralph, watching you with wide eyes from his place on the bed where you'd told him to stay.

Another scraaaaape, thud, and it's nearly upon you. A scratching sound follows, as if someone is dragging their fingernails down the other side of the door.

You put your hand on the doorknob and look back at Ralph. You've never seen him look so scared before.

"Raaaaaaalph," the voice rasps again. That's it.

You rip open the door and land a punch to the very solid figure standing on the other side of it.

It howls and crumples to the ground.

The other girls screech and squeal and come rushing over to the noisy white pile on the floor. Whoever it was had been wearing a bedsheet, like a ghost.

Several pairs of hands tug at the sheet, causing more howling from the person on the floor, and the fabric is finally pulled away to reveal Ernestine. She's sobbing and holding her bloody nose.

"How could you?!" one of the other girls shrieks.

"How could YOU?!" you counter. "Victoria!"

"It was only a joke!" she yells and pushes her way to the front of the crowd to face you.

"It wasn't funny," you hiss.

"Look what you've done to poor Ernestine!" she pouts, gesturing to her bleeding friend on the floor.

"Ernestine deserved it."

"Did not!" Ernestine wails. You return your attention to the girl on the floor, and notice that she's wearing riding boots instead of the heels she was wearing a the séance. A silver-tipped cane lies by her side. Victoria must've taught her how to mimic their dead grandmother's signature shuffle.

"I'll be taking this," you announce, swooping down to pick up the cane. "Now scram before I start using it!" You brandish the stick at them from just inside the doorway.

The girls scramble back, dragging a still-bleeding Ernestine with them. You watch until they're out of sight and then close the door, lock it, and turn back around.

Ralph is standing by the bed and staring at you with a look you can't quite decipher. Is he still scared? Is it because he thought his grandmother had returned, or because you'd been so nasty and violent? Did you take things too far?

A grin splits his face, and you breathe a sigh of relief. He steps forward and embraces you. You drop his grandmother's cane on the floor and hug him back.

"Told you it wasn't her," you mumble into his chest.

He laughs.

"Darling, I'm very sorry, but…" you sigh and look up at him, and his delight fades to concern. "But I really don't think we're going to be invited to Victoria's next séance."

Ralph cackles, then pulls you closer. "Oh no, how ever will we cope?"

"Do you still want to go home in the morning?" you ask.

"It's probably best," he snickers. "I liked it better when it was just the two of us here, anyway."

"You know, Mr. Penbury…" you say mysteriously, reaching for the collar of his pajama top. "I'm fairly certain it's just the two of us now." You grin and pull him with you and slowly walk backwards. When the backs of your legs collide with the bed and you lose your balance, he strikes. He gently tackles you onto the mattress, and you both land with a laugh and a bounce. He attacks your neck with kisses. You giggle and squirm and wrap your legs around him.

"It's a long time 'til sunrise," he mumbles into your neck. "Guess we'll just have to make love 'til morning."

"Oh no, how ever will we cope?" you ask quietly, brushing his messy curls out of his face with a fondness reserved only for Ralph.

You spent the rest of the night making the most of your brief return to Penbury Manor. In the morning, you packed your things and left while Victoria and all of her guests snored away… but not before flinging Eleanor Beatrice Penbury's silver-tipped cane into the pond.

[maxwell-grant]

Street Fighter 6 comic Issue #4

lmao

DAMN this got pretty, good they saved the best art for the finale

So Ken’s admitting as much that it was never really about Nayshall and I like this. Ken’s just broken at this point and it’s crashing down on him the weight of how careless he was, and even if he was indeed tricked, he isn’t let off the hook (Kalima remarking “I believe your Foundation would have run its own checks as well?” and Ken not having listened to anyone who did and now berating himself for being a fucking idiot). What I’m liking a lot about this framing plot is it not being as clear-cut as Ken being innocent, Ken really does have shit to answer for, but it is also a monstrously unfair situation for him to be in and we want him to get out of it. 

It is made all the more meaningful by how JP actually got Ken to do the things he’s being hunted for: Ken did fund an opressive infrastructure, he did fund projects that helped bring ruin to a nation, he did collude with terrorists, he did bring a horrific amount of danger to his own family, and he did detonate bombs all over a city that hurt dozens of innocent people. JP goaded, prodded and manipulated him every step of the way and then finally twisted his arm to make him an accessory to murder (and would have done it had Luke not been there by sheer happenstance), but the ruin of Nayshall has Ken’s name all over it and Ken himself put it there.

And oh god this comic’s going a long way to showing that, if we think what’s happening to Ken is bad enough, what JP’s done to Nayshall is much, much worse. I really really appreciate the comic making a point that Nayshall’s citizens are at much greater danger and that they are the bigger victims here, and that Kalima only bothered saving Ken because of his love for Mel.

A reach maybe but I’ll simply have to believe Naoki Urasawa’s Monster was an influence here in the wake of this panel and sequence, to me it almost feels like something out of the Ruhenheim arc. 

So Kalima wasn’t really JP’s assistant after all, but a figurehead within Nayshall seeking independence for it that he’s also tricked and manipulated into giving him leeway, and we get the reveal that JP was staging false flag bombings to poison the well regarding the real independence movement within Nayshall. And oh man it’s, really just as we finally get Kalima’s deal and where she stands on this scenario is where she has to go. Really curious to see if she’ll turn up in-game, kinda hoping she does.

I guess 4 issues wasn’t much but I do wish Mel got to do more. But I do like him hijacking the drone transmission tech to put himself on display before Ken to give him that second wind. Luke and Ken’s fight scene is pretty great, none of the expected flash from a Street Fighter climactic fight scene. Just raw, miserable slugging with the comic painting this vast gulf of skill between the two as neither can afford to go down with the entire world watching

And oh man the way this depicts Ken opposite Luke, Luke’s desperation opposite Ken’s uncanny sharpness and even stillness, something you never really expected from Ken who's all flash most of the time. That THIS is the backstory for Luke’s scar, Ken just fucking punched that foul into him and let Luke give a monster uppercut to the chin freebie to him in return that didn't even remotely slow down, Ken as a fucking monster of a fighter finally getting to do the one thing he's still good at.

And all of that for nothing, Ken just fighting so his son wouldn’t see him go down without a fight, and EVEN THAT, all of this fire and misery and heartbreak and dramatic buff men fisting action, even all of that,

ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN. Because apparently the final master stroke of JP’s plan the whole time, to kick off the tournament and draw the eyes and bets of the world upon it from which he would launder and gain money, was engineering a narrative which people would turn up to see.

Getting both pieces in position, the young upstart battling to stop the fallen hero-turned-villain, and so that’s where all of his talk of narratives and fictions culminates: All of that is a part of the scheme through which he plunders and deceives and vampirizes his way through the world. He’s left Nayshall chained to his dark designs, needing to collect revenues and stay in the spotlight under his plan to stay secure. Much like a vampire, leaving the entire country alive only so long as he still has more to feed on it. 

There was no master plan, there was no grander goal, no doomsday plot or grander ambition, this was a regular Thursday for him (Tuesdays are for some other guy). This is JP’s day job/hobby that we discover he’s been doing all over the world for years if not decades now. Moving through developing countries and nations under different names, getting attached to figureheads and developing legitimate infrastructure projects, stoking the flames of conflict and leaving countless lives ruined within months, and starting all over again. 

KALIMA: I.T Nation? Cryptocurrency? Everything you did was for yourself! You insulted the sacred ceremonies and traditions of Nayshall! You didn’t save this country - YOU DESTROYED IT! JP: History, tradition, culture, and sacred ceremonies...are all for sale as content! ...Zat is, until ze world gets tired of zem.

I'm very curious to see what is that Shadaloo tease at the end even if I'm kinda tense regarding their connection to JP. I feel like JP's done more than a fine enough job being set up as the solo villain that he doesn't need Shadaloo, he doesn't really deserve to be dragged down the path Seth was (and I do like Seth, or at least, I love SFV Seth making the best out of the fairly lame IV Seth), but then again, something's gotta account for that Psycho Power and those mystery funds and whatnot (also isn't Shadaloo run by Ed nowadays? I wonder if this is teasing that), so, let's wait and see. I remain thoroughly impressed with how great this whole thing was, they really nailed the landing here.

[burgersaucee]

What's ur Ocs turtle species and name ? :0

And are the straps on his chest holding something behind his back or is it just for aesthetics? 👀

He looks awesome btw and his design is clean. (if it's a he.). Wanna squish the slug banana between my fingers :]

His name is Sully and He’s a diamond back terrapin! The harness is just a little accessory he has, he does sometimes use it and attaches it to things to climb up buildings in the hidden city or New York stealthily