#boss shell creepers

[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

Jr. Troopa Is Not A NokoNoko But A Kuppa

So in a previous post I hypothesized that Jr. Troopa could be a Magikoopa due to his ability to wield magic. Then I wondered if his Japanese name would give any indication to this. Turns out his Japanese name was not Kamekku or any variation of it. Nor was it Kokamekku, or even NokoNoko. Instead his Japanese name was Kowappa aka Brat Bowser.

This would mean he is actually a Kuppa, a species of turtle in the Mario World that I have talked about before. This would also explain why he seems to have access to magic so easily, since it seems to be something reserved for the Kuppas/Bowsers and Magikoopas.

[puff-world]

I'm gonna rank every skylander and ripoff @jelloapocalypse

This will not be based in gameplay but design because fuck that noise any how les go

PART 1: MAGIC

Wrecking ball: [insert dead joke] -6

Voodood: dood you are like totally forgettable 3

Spyro: [insert joke about his face] 6

Double trouble: despite being forgettable, you survived -6

Pop fizz: he drinks mountain dew, truley a gamer 7

Ninjini: ok your fucking cool 8

Trap shadow: who 1

Star strike: yall remember those egg theives from spyro? 7

Hoot loop: CRAZY ASS -8

Dune bug: my apologies to trap shadow, who are you? -1

Enigma: you look like a wow boss 9

Deja vu: cute pigtails lazy name 5

Cobra cadabra: COBRA COBRAAA 7

Blastermind: kaos what are you doing here 4

Splat: dranie bob Ross 6

Pain-yatta: how are you magic dude: 7

Mysticat: eh 1

Buck shot: and eh 0

Over all score: 5

PART 2: UNDEAD

Hex: who's goth gf is this? 7

Ghost roaster: why did they scrap you? 7

Cynder: why are you here? 6

Chop chop: he has a bone to pick with you 7

Freight rider: you look like a common enemy 5

Eye brawl: ok ngl really fucking sick -9

Roller brawl: my bad this is the goth gf 5

Rattle snake: yall ever watch rango? 7

Night shift: I dont get it 7

Grim creeper: dopey but cute -6

Short cut: hesh gonna gecha! -7

Krypt king: chop chops top boyfriend 8

Funny bone: play dead! -6

Bat spin: bleh both literally and figuratively 4

Fiesta: drip 9

Wolf gang: London 8

Pit boss: this sssssucks 3

Chopscotch: your pun name is your saving grace or grave -1

Over all score: 8

PART 3: LIFE

Zook: [insert soldier tf2 quotes] -5

Stump smash: neat -7

Stealth elf: porn bait 6

Camo: you're not very camouflaged 4

Tree rex: man going hard 9

Shroom: mama mia -7

Zoo lou: uhm 3

Stink bomb: gross 5

Grilla drilla: isnt a drill counter active to the eco friendly drip 5

Bumble blast: [buck bumble theme] -7

Tuff luck: furry bait 4

High five: hesa pupper 7

Food fight: trigger happy rip off 5

Bushwhack: whack off! Wait? 3

DONKEY KONG: DONKEY KONG 9

Thrillipede: he gives a 1000% 8

Crash bandicoot: WOAH 9

Chompy mage: dr livesly walk 9

Boom bloom: coolio 7

Ambush: not expected 7

Over all score: -7

PART 4: FIRE

Sunburn: sqwaaaaa 6

Ignitor: kinda lit 7

Flame slinger: the writers were blind making him 4

Eruptor: I finna puke, in a good way 7

Hot head: kinda dopey but also really neat 6

Hot dog: stop drop and roll over: -5

Smolderdash: yall watch moana 8

Fryno: I'm kimda loving it -6

Fire kraken: he so dopey I love him -7

Blast zone: ignitors top boyfriend wait didnt I make this joke already 7

Wildfire: anduin if he liked fire 7

Trail blazer: my little arson 7

Torch: she hot literally 7

Ka boom: compensating much 7

Spitfire: lit but not in the good way 5

Bowser: look up @were-Ralph 9

Tae kwon crow: is this a fried chicken joke? 5

Flare wolf: furry bait 5

Ember: she was better in danny phantom 7

Over all: 7

PART 5: WATER

Zap: alotta spyro ripoffs 6

Wham shell: dont look at me with those big ol eyes 6

Slam bam: for being so chilled hes kinda hot 8

Gill grunt: this man goes hard 9

Thumpback: thumpback mountain 9

Chill: not really cool tho 7

Swash buckler: disney lawsuit 9

RIP tide: here comes the crimson chin -7

Punk shock: kinda cool kinda forgettable 5

Freeze blade: "I like your cut g" 7

Snap shot: yall play pokemon 7

Lob star: is mayonnaise an instrument 5

Flip wreck: [vulgar dolphin noises] 4

Echo: zap became a goth gf 6

Dive clops: scooby doo vibes 7

Tidepool: meh 5

King pen: 7

Grave clobber: excuse me what 0

Over all: 7

PART 6: EARTH

Terra fin: did he get fatter over time 8

Prism break: the pun was under utilized 8

Dino rang: picks up phone* "what's your favorite dinosaur" 7

Bash: awww rock pupper 8

Flash wing: theres the spyro rip off 5

Crusher: blag blag blah prism breaks top boyfriend 8

Slobber tooth: a pale imitation of bash 6

Scorp: sorry I'm a scorpio -6

Rubble rouser: uga uga -7

Doom stone: sorry but naw 4

Wallop: furry bait 5

Rocky roll: a lil guy 8

Head rush: I want her to kick my ass 9

Fist bump: hows it going bros its [insert n bomb] 4

Smash hit: yall watch ice age 3? 6

Tritip: pick up the phone a lil kid wants to talk dinosaurs 5

Golden queen: yasss queen 8

Barbella: once again hit me 8

Over all: 8

PART 7: AIR

Whirlwind: spyro ripoff again 4

Warnado: I like turtles 7

Sonic boom: good show 6

Lighting rod: move that cloud so I can see that lighting rod: 7

Swarm: buck bumble literally 8

Jetvac: kirby still better 7

Scratch: again 4

Pop thorn: oh hey it's that balloon I lost -7

Free range: I thought it was a piss joke

Boom jet: human??? 6

Thunder bolt: lighting rods less slutty brother

Gusto: oh my 6

Flip kong: MONKEY!!!! also Nintendo lawsuit

Storm blade: she so pretty 8

Wild storm: I dont get it 4

Bad juju: why are you here? 0

Air strike: bird shit every where -6

Over all: 6

PART 8: TECH

Trigger happy: he has a gun -8

Drobot: another one 4

Drill sergeant: show me your war face 7

Boomer: pfft 7

Sproket: kenzie from saints row 8

Bouncer: DR LIVESLY IS ALIVE AND HE IS AN IRON GINAT RIPOFF 10

Wind up: hit him so hell shut up -8

Spy rise: [sam Fisher voice] 8

Magna charge: yoooooooo 9

Countdown: soccer fans be like -6

Tread head: how do you drive that -5

Jawbreaker: he looks like an orc made him 9

Gear shift: robo waifu 7

Chopper: dinosaurs!!!! -7

High volt: he has a little blue line flag on his car 5

Robow: ok this goes hard 9

Dr neo cortex: jaundice 9

Dr krankcase: gangrene 9

Chain reaction: robo viking 10

Over all: 9

PART 9: LIGHT

Spotlight: must I say it 7

Knight light: palidins be like 6

Astroblaster: the only space themed skylander 8

Blaster tron: what's light about you? 0

Aurora: at this time of day in this part of the country 8

Over all: 7

PART 10: DARK

Knightmare: death knights be like 9

Black out: despite being a spyro clone hes really cool 9

Night fall: Lovecraftian ass 9

Starcast: slam bams emo cousin 7

Hoodsickle: you should be undead 0

Over all: 9

PART 11: KAOS & OTHERS

Kaos: DESTROY US ALL DESTROY US ALL DESTROY US ALL 10

Cyclops snail: theres a reason he was scrapped -10

Over all: 10

PART 12: RANKING TOP 10 AND WORST

10. Cyclops snail

9. Eye brawl

8. Head rush

7. Jaw breaker

6. Chompy mage

5. Fiesta

4. Black out

3. Kaos

2. Chain reaction

1. Bouncer

THE WORST: buckshot

PART 13: thoughts over all

So..after ranking every skylander, no I will not do enemies or trapped bosses, I can kinda get a method with them

Magic are based on religions and the arcane

Undead are often dead or malicious

Life are based on flora and fauna

Fire are based on fire, magma, and explosives

Water are based on ice and marine life

Earth are based on rocks and Crystal's with a few rough boys

Air is based on flight, avians or weather

Tech is based on machinery, metal and demolition and man made things

Light is based on holy and benevolent forces

Dark is based conversely on lovecraftian and malicious things

I originally intended on looking at all scrapped skylanders too but I realized there were too many so I only covered the one that was most well known scrapped skylanders

I also noticed some of the sensei's in imaginators were really independent of their element

And another thing was that some skylanders were dropped. In the original generation they had 4 skylanders and then replaced one for giants then again for swap force but the ones they keeped were given ultimate versions that sometimes looked wholly different and then in superchargers some where brought back again ang given new armor.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this look into skylanders history thank you and have a nice day

[incorrect-skylanders-quotes]

Skylanders Characters that still haven’t been used on this blog yet:

If anyone has some quote ideas with these characters, please submit them to me.

Spyro’s Adventure: (cleared!)

Wrecking Ball

Voodood

Drill Sergeant

Slam Bam

Wham-Shell

Prism Break

Stump Smash

Zook

Giants: (cleared!)

Shroomboom

SWAP Force:

Hoot Loop

Dune Bug

Wind-Up

Countdown

Rattle Shake

Grim Creeper

Free Ranger

Pop Thorn

Scratch

Rip Tide

Doom Stone

Rubble Rouser

Scorp

Grilla Drilla

Stink Bomb

Zoo Lou

Bumble Blast

Blast Zone

Fire Kraken

Fryno

Trap Team:

Enigma

Deja Vu

Cobra Cadabra

Jawbreaker

Chopper

Tread Head

Krypt King

Short Cut

Gusto

Thunderbolt

Fling Kong

Lob-Star

Flip Wreck

Wallop

Head Rush

Fist Bump

Rocky and Roll

Bushwhack

Food Fight

Ka-Boom

Trail Blazer

Knight Light

Knightmare

Superchargers: (cleared!)

Fiesta

Dive-Clops

Smash Hit

Thrillipede

Donkey Kong

Bowser

Imaginators:

Mysticat

Buckshot

Pain-Yatta

Chain Reaction

Dr. Neo Cortex

Pit Boss

Air Strike

King Pen

Tidepool

Grave Clobber

Barbella

Tri-Tip

Ambush

Crash Bandicoot

Flare Wolf

Hood Sickle

Starcast

Blaster-Tron

Minis:

Barkley

Eye-Small

Gill Runt

Mini-Jini

Terrabite

Thumpling

Breeze

Drobit

Hijinx

Pet-Vac

Small Fry

Spry

Weeruptor

Notable Villains & Enemies:

Mesmerelda

The Gulper

Luminous

Chill Bill

Broccoli Guy

Chompies

Trolls

NPCs:

Buzz

Sharpfin

[slashers-favorite-girl]

Grease and Oil

It was unbearably hot today. I could feel the beads of sweat roll between my shoulder blades. The air conditioning fought against the heat, but it seemed to be inefficient. Louisiana in a nut shell.

I drummed my fingers on the counter, no one had come by the shop lately, it was sparse of life except for me and my Boss. The others had fled to the coolness of the Sinclair home, Brahms almost passing out from the heat. England's weather was much more forgiving, if not more wet.

I would have loved to travel farther, seen more, but water and I just didn't agree it seemed. I was bound to this land. My idle musings were interrupted by the sound of metal and cursing.

Bo had been persistent in staying in this weather, citing having to finish the customers 'piece of shit corolla' that kept having one problem to the next. I made my way to the mini fridge, pulling out a couple beers, before I made my way into the garage.

I opened the door without knocking, 'quit being so fucking polite', and walked to where the blue car was, its paint job worn in places, having seen better days. My feet stopped at the end of the car as I bent over, my hair moving with the gravity.

"Brought you a beer boss-"

I stilled, nostrils flaring. Coppery, sweet, tempting.

My eyes went to him, his finger in his mouth, his blue eyes meeting mine.

The second was long enough, I could see the surprise in them as I pulled my head up sharply, turning on my heel to set the beers down, my shoulders stiff. He had seen my eyes.

A curse. That is what I felt like.

I heard him move, the grunt from him and the crack of his knee as he stood. I felt the air move as he stood next to me, his hand grabbing the beer, the ring he wore was on display, caked in grime. 'A family heirloom', he had said, playing with it. It was one if his habits, to twist it around his finger.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't see what I saw." He said as he turned, cracking the top off, turning and resting his hip against the tool bench.

I kept my head down, waiting for the questions, the accusations, the fear.

"You ain't human, are ya?" His words were soft, quiet, very unlike him.

I swallowed, my hands gripped into fists, my shoulders stiff. I had been here more than a month now, it was long enough. Too long.

I turned, looking up him, my eyes meeting his. "My mother was human."

He motioned to the other beer, and I complied, opening it and taking a swig. Bitter but cooling, I matched his stance, both of us now staring at the car.

"And your dad?"

A shoulder rose and fell, my fingers peeling the label. "Not." I said simply, the panic rising in my throat as I took another sip.

I never talked about this. Never.

My eyes went to him, his eyes already on me, looking me over. "Well, you're not going to kill me, are ya?"

I shook my head slightly. "No intention of ill-will."

He rolled his eyes. "Is it why you talk so fancy?"

I nodded. "Can't help it. Just how I articulate my speech," I pinched my eyebrows together, "I'm sorry it's annoying, Boss."

"Bo."

I eyed him, his throat bobbing as he drank. "Off the clock today. It's Sunday." He grinned. His finger pointed to the car as he held his drink, it was already gone. "Piece of shit giving me trouble. There's an oil leak somewhere, but damn if I can find it. Swear the cars from one of the hurricanes, it's all rusted underneath."

I learned if you got Bo talking about cars, he would not shut up. The others seemed annoyed at times, but I found it interesting.

"Can I help you?"

He eyed me as I bit my tongue, my gaze darting down to the label. Too forward.

"Sure thing, kid. Finish your beer and come on."

He set his empty beer behind himself before he went back to the car, disappearing under it. I watched, before I downed the rest of my drink, my footsteps following his.

I peered under, he had a caged light shining, his fingers following along. I crawled under, shimmied my hips to lay better as I looked over the bottom of the vehicle.

"There was an extra creeper, you ain't got to lay on the ground."

"It's alright boss." I mumble to myself, my head tilting as I ran my fingers along, feeling for any difference. I rolled onto my stomach, scootching in the confined space, my eyes looking ahead.

"Boss?" I met his gaze, as he stared down himself at me. "Did you check over here?" I pointed past him to the rear wheel.

"Back drivers? No. Thought for sure it was up here, they said they hit a pothole with this tire.."

I reached past his legs, my cheek resting on his knee as I grunted, my fingers swiping against the grime, wetness coating them. I showed them to him, a grin breaking out over his face.

"You're making me look bad, kid."

I moved back to my spot, my fingers rubbing together. "No, Boss, you still get to fix it."

I crawled back out, the music he had been playing switch to a new track as I hummed along, walking to the sink in the corner. I washed the grime off my hands.

"Moth? You still in here?"

"Yeah Boss." I shouted as I grabbed a shop rag, drying my hands as I returned back to the car.

I crouched, looking under at him again. He was grimacing as he worked, his eyes going to me briefly.

"There's a number on the counter, you'll know which one. Call them, tell them to come pick it up in an hour."

I nodded, standing back up and going back into the shop. I wiped at the sweat on my brow as I opened the leather book on the counter, my finger grazing the numbers written down in a messy scrawl, stopping at 'POS Corolla', the number and their name next to it. I dialed it, the line ringing.

My eyes went back to the garage as the person answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ethel?"

"Yes, who is calling?"

"Molly from Gas House Automotive, your car will be ready in an hour." Bo had chosen the human name for me for when I had to interact with the customers. Moth was too odd, too questioning.

"About time!" The woman said snidely. "Took him long enough, next time we will go into the city."

"Your car had several problems that you did not inform him of, ma'am."

"And the mechanic is suppose to fix them. Quickly. Not three days later. Now tell me how much the charge is."

"Mr. Sinclair handles that, ma'am."

"Put him on the phone."

"He is currently busy."

"On a Sunday? I doubt that. How incompetent."

My hand grabbed the receiver tighter. "Please keep your opinions to yourself."

"Excuse me?" Her voice rose.

"If you have a problem with Boss, come tell him yourself, Ethel." I bit out.

"How rude! Mr. Sinclair will hear about this. So much for being a good business."

I could hear the plastic groan in my hand. "No. No he will not. He has had enough of you people. He fixed your vehicle on his day off, because he felt sorry for a bitter old woman. Now," my voice dipped, becoming smooth, clear, level, "you will arrive, you will compliment him on his work, and you will apologize for wasting his time. You will tip him generously. Do you understand, Ethel?"

"Yes." Her voice was level as well, a tone of compliance. I could feel the headache forming behind my eyes. But it was worth it to me.

I smiled, showing all my teeth, as I spoke. "Very good. Be here in an hour."

I hung up, pushing my hair back as I sighed, feeling even more drained then usual. Bo would be mad, possibly, if he knew what I had just done. But I was growing tired of all the entitled customers he had been getting lately. I knew I had grown a soft spot for him, and if I could help without him knowing, it was worth it.

My fingers flipped through the pages of the magazine. Various car parts were on display as my head jerked up. Bo had taken the car for a 'spin' checking on everything before he handed it over.

I watched from the corner of my eye as he came into the shop. He jingled the keys in his hand before he plopped them on the counter.

"So glad to see it go. You called them right?"

I nodded, meeting his gaze. I looked past him to the clock. "Should be here in a few minutes."

He chuckled at that, grabbing his rag from his pocket and wiping at the grease caked to his fingers, his cuticles blackened from it. "Doubt that. No one ever shows up on time."

He looked up at me again, as I closed the magazine, putting it back under the counter. I was going to pass him, but his hand gripped my arm. I stilled, looking up at him.

"You got-"

He moved, the rag covering two of his fingers as he brought it to my cheek, the cloth wiping against my skin. I remained still, my eyes staying on his face. My shoulders went stiff, my breath caught in my throat. Too close.

He was incredibly handsome this close. His blue eyes held a small amount of wrinkles in the corners, and his brown locks held some gray at the temples. I swallowed, as he let me go, chuckling as he looked at my arm, his handprint on it.

He tossed the rag to me, as I turned away from him, my face feeling hot as I paused, peering at the handprint before I began to wipe it away.

The sound of a car made my head jerk up, a couple parked in front of the shop, entering it as the door jingled. I set the rag down, watching as the husband held the door open as Ethel strode in.

Her name matched her face as she came up to the counter. She wore a tight purple dress suit, her hands holding a clutch that had peacock feathers on it.

"Mrs. Gertrude." Bo greeted, before they began the payment process.

My eyes went to the husband, who was watching me. I kept a polite smile on my face as he looked me over, his eyes lingering on my now dirty white tank top. I held back a sneer, my attention going to Ethel, who was now praising Bo's work as she paid, adding a few twenties on top of her total.

"I will be sure to tell all my friends!" She gushed as she turned to walk out, as Bo grabbed the keys, backing the car out for her.

I drummed my fingers on the counter, hanging my head down as I smiled to myself. Sometimes it felt nice to be me. This was one of those times. I watched him close the garage door, before he walked to the shop, a grin on his face. He held up the stack of bills.

His hand raised, and for a brief moment I had wanted to flinch, but I stood still, watching his hand.

"It's called a high-five, darlin'." He said as he waited.

My hand reached out, slapping his gently enough. He chuckled, licking his thumb before he counted the notes, pulling out two and handing them to me.

"Boss-"

He shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. But take it. Next time you go into town get yourself something. Alright?" His grin was dazzling as I took the money, slipping it into my back pocket.

"Thank you, Bo." I said quietly. He paused, his eyebrows raised before he chuckled again. "I don't know what you did to that old hag, but I appreciate it. Let's get the hell out of here, there's a game on tonight."

I helped him lock up, shutting the lights off before I stepped out into the muggy heat as he locked the door. We headed up the lane to the house, the bullfrogs and bugs making noise as our feet crunched on the dirt road.

[ganymedesclock]

@krispytalesandwich​ submitted:

I think the fall back down wasn’t what killed the Vessels in the Abyss.

Just a morbid thought I had recently. Ghost doesn’t take fall damage no matter the height they fall which is likely shared with the other Vessels. Why is this morbid?

Because it likely means that the fall wasn’t what killed all those Vessels in the Abyss. The Pale King didn’t just push off every Vessel considered impure, he personally and methodically slaughtered every single one of the thousands of Vessels left rotting in the Abyss. 

Which is likely how Ghost survived in the first place. The Pale King never noticed their presence, not like the Pure Vessel could even tell him, so when they fell back down they were perfectly fine, unlike the thousands before them that failed to meet the king’s standards.

I’m not quite sure how to explain the other Vessels that made it out of the Abyss. Perhaps they failed to make the climb up or the Pale King missed a vital area or two and they managed to survive the fall back down.

So yeah, that was depressing to imagine. Could I get your thoughts on my little theory? 

First:

We see the vessels die in the birthplace cutscene. (this video has the whole thing so I will be using it as reference). It is worth noting that Ghost’s physics make it fairly clear that the vessels, at least the young vessels, are a bit like a porcelain-headed doll with a soft body. (Hollow, as a mature vessel, has a more rigid insectoid shell so seemingly their body hardens as they age, but I digress)

Ghost cracking their mask in any context except Dream No More or Embrace The Void is shown to be fatal. Likewise, when they take damage, we see cracking lines radiating out from their head. Thus, while Ghost does not take fall damage, as you say, the reason why you get hurt when you fall is taking a hard impact- and Ghost takes hard impacts all the time, and is hurt by them.

The vessels that die in the birthplace cutscene fall sideways or upside-down. They land on their heads, which make a cracking sound, and then their body lies still. Likewise, we see the dead vessels in the Abyss, both in present and past, all have cracked masks.

The only way out of the Abyss is a complex and arduous platforming segment full of spikes and shadow creepers. We arrive there with the Monarch Wings, as well as all previous jump upgrades, and use them in the flashback, but in said flashback, Ghost does not have these things. This is why it is possible to jump from the last platform to the bridge with more than enough height to clear it, but, Ghost’s memory is of them barely dangling from the edge. In this way, Ghost’s memory is unreliable- they did not navigate the platform using the monarch wings and mantis claw, because they didn’t have them. This would suggest they had a much harder time, given how they canonically didn’t make the last jump.

To me, all evidence points to the fact that the vessels were killed by this platforming segment. Hollow could thus be thought of as passing a physical trial making it to the top of the platform. I have personally not really liked the idea that multiple vessels made it to the top, and were shoved off- rather, it seems far more likely to me that the vessels did not make it to the top, or almost made it, but, as Ghost did, they fell.

If PK was scrutinizing the vessels’ behavior and shoving off any unworthy, he would be watching Hollow to see if they follow him out without looking back. Which they don’t do- they dawdle, staring at Ghost. If we assume PK’s previous behavior was to observe and kill, it makes no sense that he stopped observing before Hollow had left the Abyss.

Likewise, we also see that vessels are actively falling and dying while PK is speaking to Hollow. But there is no implication that PK is doing anything at that point. When creatures attack or move in this game, they make sounds. We do not hear striking, lashing, or magic sounds, nor do we see unsteady flashes of light punctuating the falling. There is no sound from the falling vessels besides them hitting the ground.

(also, given Hollow was clearly struggling with just seeing Ghost on the platform, I doubt they would stand there and watch PK attack other vessels without reacting- which would have to happen if PK was causing them to fall, because we see vessels falling while he is talking to Hollow)

Second issue with this? Ghost was not spared because PK didn’t notice them.

Because PK was looking backward when Ghost hit the ledge.

It’s very brief, but a distinct beat. He is looking at Hollow, but, it would be very difficult in his line of sight to miss Ghost’s bright white head against the abyss.

Which leads to my third issue:

PK would not systematically act on the vessels- would not hunt them down to kill them all, or mutilate to silence them. Because the primary way we see PK do harm onto other people… is neglect.

PK did not hunt Radiance down with a sword or a spear. He drew her followers away from her and encouraged them to forget, so she would die of more or less divine starvation. Even the vessel project is a more aggressive form of that- it just involves working harder to contain her in one place and force her to wither there.

PK did not chase Ghost or hunt them down. He did not act to cause Ghost to fall from the ledge. He simply left, expected Hollow to follow him, and when they did, he sealed the door, claimed whatever was beyond it was only refuse and regret, even knowing (as he did, because again, it’d be very unlikely he didn’t see Ghost) that some of the vessels were still alive, and Ghost was not the only survivor- other vessels escaped, whether they became Nosk’s prey, or died at Greenpath, or became the Broken Vessel.

When several people who knew PK described him as “fleeing” or “running away”, the implication seems to be that he killed himself. And how did he do this? 

The same way he consigned Radiance to death: sealed inside of a vessel (in his case, a Kingsmould), and rotting away.

So, if PK wants something dead, whether that’s Radiance, vessels, or himself… he seems especially prone to doing so in a very hands-off manner. Even the White Palace, if you think of it as a kind of “boss fight”- PK is not just avoiding you but he’s avoiding anyone. It’s a “to whom it may concern”. He does not actually raise weapon to attack anyone. It’s debatable the extent to which he even set this as a trap to prevent someone else from finding him, or if he did not expect to be found, and left a shining silver no man’s land anyway.

It’s not exactly kinder to the vessels. It’s certainly about as horrifying as cutting them down directly- simply knowing they were there, and could have been saved, and calling it a foregone conclusion anyway and leaving, sealing the door behind him to make this gesture of apathy into an execution.

But I think it’s also that… more than a degree of hatred to PK’s actions, I feel like there is a degree of cowardice. Again, people who were close to him- Ze’mer specifically describes him as someone who couldn’t take the pressure and “fled”. Many characters note that he was extremely reclusive. PK was wiling to do bad things to people, but he seems to have been someone who preferred to avoid confrontations as much as possible.

PK left the vessels trapped, and the environment did the rest. He didn’t have to lift a finger, or, in fact, look at what he did.

[possesserliker]

I'm gonna make a post with all of the askeble characters because I want to.

Mark, a gay enderman who doesn't straight up murder you when you stare.

Jason, another enderman who just wants to be left the frick alone

Johny, he is a vindictator. His name is Johny because a player failed at writting Johnny. He throws his axe instead of running at you.

Jerry, a baby villager adopted by Johny and Evi after a successful raid. Because of taking him they are no longer allowed on raids.

Evi, an evoker, unlike other evoker's he isn't afraid of letting a laugh slip. Other than that he is a constant b*tchface.

Perry, he is not a platypus(?) nor a secret agent(sort of). He is a pillager that goes on patrols but is not a fan of leading. He is scared of vindictators and uncomfortable around evoker's.

Steve, a enthusiastic stray that collects sticks. The moment he knows your name tho he can be an incredible flirt.

Cale, a creeper. He was thrown out by his kin because he was uninterested in hunting down humans. He has a habit of 'huming' while walking, well, as much as a creeper can properly hum.

Henry, a husk. He is in a relationship with a drowned and can be a real meany. He has a giant library on terrible pick-up lines tho.

Zack, a grown zombie. He is easily woried about tiny things he shouldn't worry about. Like mini falling of his shoulders.

Mini Zack, he is a baby zombie but don't be fooled, he will insult you and disrespect your bloodline. He is not related to Zack.

Lyla, a spider. A sl*ty spider. They don't have a true gender. They travel with Cale a lot and are quite the nuisance. They insist on having Peppin ride their back.

Peppin, a skeleton. Even tho I forgot on this drawing, he wears a small chain with a clover on it around his neck he somehow managed to trade for arows. He does NOT want to ride Lyla's back.

Gasby, a ghast. He isn't the crying type and actually once let Peppin and Darrel(when there was no nether update) ride his back.

Melanie, a female ghast. She is a rather cheery ghast and is Gasby his student. She often comforts Garry and follows Gasby EVERYWHERE.

Garry, also a ghast. He whines like a little b and follows Melanie everywhere. He is almost completely red because of crying all the time. He has no trainer yet but Gasby intends on taking him after Melanie.

Ignore the 2 on the left side lol

Bram, a blaze. Even tho all male blazes look like each other there is a simple difference with him. He is spotless and I mean SPOTLESS. He is rather cold but warms up to you once you know him. He then is a darling.

Bob, another blaze. He is a student of Bram and very untidy. He gets a lot of lectures from Bram about everything but he doesn't really care.

Wilson, MY SWEET BABY. He is a wither skeleton. He is a trainee. He got attacked by Iggy when he was young, it left him his scar. He got placed with one of the high rank wither skeletons because of the attack. Marrin sees him as his child.

Marrin, a wither skeleton. He is rather high ranked because the left head of the wither forced the other 2 to come and oversee his training. No one knows why but it has happened several times. He owns a iron sword and is Wilson's father figure. He had a relationship with Darol once.

Iggy, he is a piglin. He is very rude and distant. He had a relationship with Lorence but it ended... bad. Because of that he has become very distant. He is sorry.

Darol, a zombie pigman. He raised Iggy before the nether update. After that he and the other zombie pigman just... disappeard they are now in a sort of void in between the world and the home of Herobrine. When he was 'alive' tho he used to help people around the nether. Like the lost Peppin when he was a child. He had a relationship with Marrin once.

Lorence, a zombified piglin. He is nicknamed Larry. He is creative and dreamy. He is a friendly boy and would play guitar if he could. He is respected in his tribe for his creativity and gets along with quite some people. He avoids Iggy tho.

Oscar, a guardian. I like imagining they have fins k. He is a high class guardian because they judge on looks rather then strength. He is curious about anything out of the 'castle'. He doesn't get to leave often.

Dave, a wandering drowned. He always has his trident and his lucky shell around his neck. He normally stays away from land. By not doing that once he did meet Henry tho.

BOSS MOBS

Herobrine, I'm not typing all of that again;-;

Ended Dragon. The ended Dragon is actually genderless and prefers being called they/them. They are very calm and friendly if you treat them right.

Wither, the wither is 3 different people.

Left: He is called William. He is a laid back and friendly one. He is also the one that gets the others in trouble.

Middle: He is Willy. He is the leader of the 3. He always forgets William's name and as a result calls him 'Carl'. He is supposed to keep things under control. This obviously doesn't work.

Right: He is named Edward. He is the worker of the bunch. He rarely talks and is very cold.

Not a lot of people know but the 3 forming the wither can split up. This happens the moment they are alone. They are practically a group of children that need to make a group work but don't get along at all. When it is nether night time they sometimes go to the dorms. When someone is in the hallway they try to have a chat. This is why the day crew rushed to bed and the night crew rushes to work.

Elder guardian: oh he, he is one son of a b. He is good at tricking people. He will always get what he wants and doesn't hesitate to do so, even if he hurts feelings. He has this intense stare that feels like he's looking into your soul.

This took 20% battery and my fingers but it was worth it.

[radiantresplendence]

Nobodies are Strange

The Twilight Thorn in particular is suspect. It’s one of an extremely limited number of Nobodies that is shown to be giant. The vast majority of Nobodies are roughly human in size, which makes sense as the species are the empty shells of people turned into Heartless, it would stand to reason that most of them would be humanoid in size... there a few notable exceptions, the Twilight Thorn being the least special, at least in my opinion.

The other giant Nobodies that we have the pleasure of seeing are all a portion the effective “Final Boss” of their respective games. They are, of course Xion in her monster from in 358 Days/2, Xemnas in his dragon form in Kingdom Hearts II, and Marluxia’s Specter in Chain of Memories. For reference, take a look:

The render isn’t great... but she’s roughly the size of Twilight Town’s clock tower. 

This thing is huge, and although it looks mechanical, it moves pretty organically and Xemnas is merged with it via a throne on it’s head, leading me to believe that it’s armor may be inorganic, but it is a living thing. 

Marluxia is merged with a more primitive version of this thing in the second fight, and in the third seems to be evoking it from himself. 

The common theme between all three of these giant Nobodies are that they are all clearly related to one of the greater Nobodies acting as numbered members of Organization XIII.

Xion, the weakest example of the three is also the closest to the Twilight Thorn, albeit more sophisticated. Rather than evoking a monster that is connected to her, she physically becomes a monster and uses her monstrous strength brought upon by stealing Roxas’s powers and channeling Sora’s memories in an attempt to subdue Roxas. She is defeated and reverts to her original form. 

This transformation seems to be some sort of regression, turning an extremely powerful Nobody into a more base example of the species to make better use of a Nobody’s non-human physiology. A good way to think about it is like an Arrancar’s Resurrección from Bleach, although the nuance is a little different. Essentially you make better use of a monster’s powers than a human can. 

The Organization often threatens Xion and Roxas by claiming that they would turn them into Dusks, the second lowest-ranking Nobody classification. The Twilight Thorn resembles a giant Dusk in particular, to an extent it maintains a vaguely humanoid shape, unlike the lesser Creeper Nobodies. 

I’m arguing that the Twilight Thorn(s) are the result of The Organization taking a potential member of the group’s hierarchy and forcefully regressing them to a low-ranking Nobody. There are twofold benefits of this, you remove a potential rival to your command over your fellow Nobodies and gain a useful shock troop. 

The truly powerful among The Organization’s number seem to, as far as I can tell, manifest a baser form of themselves that to an extent operates independently from their body. I say it’s a manifestation of themselves because Marluxia and Xemnas both fuse with their big monster mounts as part of their boss fights and two like creatures don’t have a tendency to fuse in the series. (Sure sometimes a Keyblade Master will put their heart into someone else’s body, but it’s not quite the same thing.)

Anyways, the take-away from this is that I’m pretty sure that a powerful enough Nobody can actually manifest themselves as a lower-ranking Nobody, while a less powerful Nobody would have the power to regress themselves into that state instead. 

To look at it a different way, The high-ranking Nobodies that Xemnas exclusively commands are the Sorcerer Nobodies. Dragons are often depicted as world-class sorcerers. Xion is copying Roxas’s powers; Roxas commands the Samurai Nobodies, thus Xion can turn into a giant wielding two swords. Marluxia commands the Reaper Nobodies; he can manifest a giant multi-limbed scythe-wielding monster.

It stands to reason that the other Nobodies in the series would have a similar abilities as they are, fundamentally just monsters fueled by the nothingness that composes a fundamental third of their being. 

Special thanks to @acclerated-railgun​, as a lot of my thoughts here come from our chats where we break things down. The Bleach reference in particular was his.

[keichanz]

Smooth

I’m not even kidding when I say this literally came out of absolutely freakin’ nowhere while I was at work today and I just had to write it sooo here, have this funny little oneshot that I had so much fun writing lol 

Smooth talking Inuyasha is smooth as fuck and honestly i want him to do naughty things to me lajdf;ajfi okay soRRY HERE’S THE STORY 

“Hey there, gorgeous. How about a smile? Bet you’ll look even prettier.”

The familiar press of a hand against her scantily clad ass had Kagome freezing in her tracks and a force smile to spread across her face as she slowly turned to face the what seemed to be the nth pervert that night that couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

She was greeted with a wolfish smile and a suggestive leer coming from starling blue eyes that made her skin crawl. Wisely the man retracted his hand and gave her an obvious once over, male approval in his gaze as he took in the short leather skirt that barely covered her ass and the matching blank and red corset that she was forced to wear as part of her “uniform.”

It was the most ridiculous thing Kagome had ever been required to wear for a job, but her boss insisted on it, and she needed this job, so she sort of had no choice in the matter. Still, it was the number one reason why she’d been felt up so many times this night, as well as any other night she worked here at The Tipsy Monk, and she swore she was not going to be held responsible for her actions if some pervert grabbed her ass one more time...

“Can I get you anything?” Kagome managed to girt out through her forced smile and inconspicuously edged herself away from him. A brief flash of silver caught her peripheral and she flicked a curious glance toward at, but it was already gone so she tuned he attention back to what appeared to be the wolf demon in front of her.

Teeth flashed in a charming grin and Kagome mentally groaned. Oh god, here we go—

“For starters, sweet thing, you can get me your number.” He waggled his eyebrows at her like it was the most clever pick up line in the entire world.

Kagome had heard better lines from her cat.

Still keeping the fake smile pasted on her lips – luckily this guy looked dumb enough to fall for it – Kagome tittered and cooed, “Well, give me your phone, big guy.”

The wolf looked shocked for a minute, like he actually couldn’t believe that it had worked, before frantically searching in all of his pockets for the elusive device and then withdrawing it with a sound of triumph a full minutes later.

Tucking her server tray under an arm, Kagome wordlessly took the device from him, went into his contacts and added a number that consisted of all zeroes before handing it back to him with the same false, sugary sweet smile.

“I don’t get off until ten, though, so make sure to call me after that, yeah?” Kagome said, tipping a pink to the shell shocked wolf demon and then promptly turning around to continue her work, immediately dropping the smile and rolling her eyes so hard it hurt.

Determined to ignore the handsy wolf demon for the rest of the night – she heard a badly stifled “fuck yes” and had to refrain from rolling her eye again – Kagome sighed and tried not to look at the clock as she approached the nearest table and started piling empty glasses onto her tray.

She was exhausted, the leather was chafing uncomfortably against her skin, her feet were killing her in the only pair of heels she owned that went with her monotonicity of a uniform, and she was one badly timed grope away from fucking decking the next asshole that dared put his hand on her like she was a piece of meat.

“I need this job, I need this job, I need this job...” Kagome muttered to herself as she wiped down the polished wood then headed back to the counter to drop off the empties and get a fresh round for the table in the back that liked to tip in twenty’s.

Well, Kagome mused as Sango smiled sympathetically and prepared her order. At least that’s one good thing coming from such a crappy night.

A little ways down the bar, sitting on the bar stool and nursing a cold brew, amber eyes discreetly studied the black-haired bombshell with the great legs leaning over the counter and chatting with the tender as she waited for her order. He wasn’t blind; of course he noticed how it looked as if she’d been poured into that mini skirt and corset, the leather clinging to her figure in all the right places and showing off a generous amount of cleavage he wouldn’t mind getting closely acquainted with.

The thing was, though, Inuyasha wasn’t the only one who’d noticed and it was very obvious her patience was running thin. He’d noticed her the instant he’d walked into bar at around 6 pm and he’d been watching her get grabbed at and handled all night. Anger on her behalf always flared up whenever he spotted some asshat daring to put his dirty mitts on her, and he was relieved to see that she handled herself beautifully, always skirting away with a smile and a playful wag of a finger. He knew her smile was forced, though, and as the hours dragged on the strain was becoming that much more evident.

He suspected the next poor sod that made the unfortunate decision to grab that perfect ass was going to get throat punched. And Inuyasha was going to revel in it.

Frowning, the silver-haired hanyou tipped back the rest of his beer and fished out a twenty to pay for his tab. While it was hard for him to get truly drunk, he still wanted a clear head just in case he had to intervene if one of the aforementioned poor sods decided to ignore her chaste reprimand and get a little more than just handsy with the attractive waitress.

Bar brawls were uncommon in a place like The Tipsy Monk – Miroku had a very strict policy that all fights be taken outside or you were banned indefinitely – but Inuyasha had more than once had to step in before things got out of control between drunken patrons.

Disagreements between female employee and male customer were at a grand total of zero, and he’d like to keep it that way. He was sure Miroku felt similarly.

Preoccupied as she was avoiding grabby hands, delivering drinks, and keeping up a cheerful disposition while most likely trying to maintain a regular breathing pattern in that tight as fuck corset, his beautiful waitress failed to notice his blatant staring so Inuyasha continued to watch her, propping an elbow on the bar and resting his head in his hand. He made sure to pay special attention to the wolfshit that had so boldly asked for her number earlier, and though he doubted she’d put her actual number in her phone, he didn’t know that and as such he might think it was grounds to get a little more confident with his moves.

Keh. Inuyasha narrowed his eyes.

Not on his fucking watch.

The night dragged on until suddenly it was last call and thankfully his services hadn’t been needed. His little vixen in leather had successfully managed to dodge wandering hands for the remainder of the night, the wolf hadn’t approached again, apparently content with his perceived success, and Inuyasha felt confident in leaving the bar for the employees to start closing.

He didn’t go far, though, only going a few feet away and leaning against the brick wall of the neighboring building as he waited for his pretty waitress to leave. He knew Miroku was always the last one out, and he never let his female employees leave through back entrance at night.  Sure, he may be a pretty sketchy pervert, but he was a decent guy where it counted and he did care for the welfare of his employees. Knowing this, you’d think the guy would allow his waitresses to dress in a way that did not draw the male gaze.

So, decent guy? Yes. Smart?

Nope.

The door opened and the bartender exited first, a tall brunette by the name of Sango who’d given him his beers with a friendly smile. She was fairly new and Inuyasha liked her. She waved at him, he waved back, and then his beautiful bombshell appeared right after her and his face lit up.

He watched as she bid a weary farewell to the tender and then walked in the opposite direction, away from him, and she appeared to be digging around in her purse for something as she walked down the street, distracted.

Pushing back from the wall Inuyasha followed after her, opening his mouth to call out for her to wait when he stepped on something with a slight give and he paused, looking down because that hadn’t been pavement.

Black brows popped up into the silver fringe of his bangs and Inuyasha knelt down to snatch up the rectangular object. It was one of those wallet phone case combo things, where one could slid their phone into the designated sleeve while the rest of it operated like a regular wallet, credit card slots and everything.

He opened it up and grinned. Staring back at him was his beautiful brown-eyed waitress, smiling from the photo on her license through the clear sleeve. Her phone was safely tucked away and secured in its own spot and when his thumb touched the screen, he chuckled when the screen came to life and he saw her lock screen was a picture of a very fat cat.

“Cute,” he mumbled before closing it up and making sure it was closed. Then he took off after her, glad he had the excuse to approach her now and not come off as some creeper waiting for her shift to end.

You know. Like what he was doing before she dropped her wallet.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Inuyasha caught up with her just as she rounded the corner and reached out to stop her with a hand to her shoulder.

“Hey—”

Throwing him completely by surprise, Kagome Higurashi swung around, balled her fist, and decked him right in the fucking face.

“I’ve had it with you grabby perverts!” she hollered before promptly turning on her heel with a huff and stomping off, deciding to hail a taxi instead of walking the block to her apartment. She flagged one down in short order and didn’t even look at the scumbag still lying on the ground as she climbed inside, muttered her address, and disappeared down the street.

Stunned, Inuyasha could do nothing but lie there and stare up at the dark sky as his mind slowly processed what had just happened.

Jesus Christ, she had just punched him. Hard. And it had actually knocked him off his feet.

Holy fuck, he was in love.

Sitting up onto his elbows, Inuyasha gingerly touched his jaw and stared down the road where she’d taken off, his face completely awestruck even as a smile slowly worked its way onto his lips.

Then he winced because his jaw protested the muscle use and then he had to chuckle despite the pain. In all of his thirty years of life, nobody, not a fully-grown demon or even his asshole of a half-brother, had managed to hit him hard enough where it actually knocked him on his ass.

And then this little slip of a woman wearing a fucking mini skirt and a corset comes along, gets harassed for a few hours by drunken men, and then easily sends him flying with one swing.

Inuyasha was not ashamed to admit that he was not fully and absolutely smitten and he had to make her his. Beautiful, wily, and gutsy—god, she was fucking perfect and he’d be damned if that was the last time he ever saw her.

Heaving himself to his feet with a grunt and ignoring the already fading pain in his jaw, Inuyasha opened up her wallet once again and quickly found what he was looking for. He grinned. Turned out she only lived about a block away from here so at least that was in his favor.

Chuckling, Inuyasha stashed the wallet combo in his jacket, gave one last look down the street where she disappeared, and turned around to head back home himself. He’d give it back tomorrow—tonight he figured she’d need time to cool off and it was late anyway. No doubt all she’d want to do is pass out after a long night of fending off creeps and he didn’t blame her one bit.

Smirking to himself, feeling proud and more than a little excited for what tomorrow would bring, Inuyasha shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely down the street, really looking forward to the next day for the first time in a long time.

Standing outside the apartment complex, Inuyasha compared the address to the one printed on her license one last time and nodded to herself. This was it—Sakura Landing Apartment Houses. It was a nice little community, where all the buildings looked the same, with maybe two or three apartments in each one, and each apartment had its own parking place.

He approved of it. It was safe, quiet, and smelled nice, which was always a bonus for him.

Tucking Kagome’s wallet into his back pocket – he’d foregone a jacket today since it was warm out – Inuyasha strolled farther into the community and searched for the number he wanted, his ears detecting children’s laugher, the rumble of cars, and doors opening and closing. Kagome’s building should be somewhere in the middle, number six...ah, there it was.

He jogged up to the maroon door with the gold figures of 6B nailed onto the center, took a moment to admire the pretty flowers hanging from either side, before raising a hand and ringing the bell. It was a little after 10 am and he hoped she was awake—

His ears pricked forward at the sound of approaching footsteps on the other side of the door and he grinned, happy he was finally going to see her again after a long twelve hours. Would she remember him? Coo in sympathy when she saw the bruise on his jaw? Usher him inside with a kind smile and gently treat it—

The door swung open and big brown eyes blinked at him in utter bafflement.

“Who are you and what the hell happened to your face?”

Inuyasha balked. Blinked. And then cocked a brow. “What, you don’t remember?”

He received a blank stare.

“You did this to my face.”

Kagome blinked.

Inuyasha’s stare was deadpan. “Last night. 10 pm. The Tipsy Monk. You were leaving.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh.” The she frowned and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Did you follow me, you—”

Inuyasha wordlessly held out her wallet case and all color drained from Kagome’s face.

“Oh...damn.”

Inuyasha lifted another brow. “You dropped this and I wanted to give it back.”

“Ohmigod I’m so sorry I thought you were--”

“Another pervert, I know.” At her surprised look he explained, “Couldn’t help but notice you were getting a lot of unwanted attention no thanks to that ridiculous uniform. The good for nothing you call your boss is a fucking pervert and it’s for his own selfish pleasure than anything else. Show up to work tonight in jeans and a t-shirt and when he asks why tell him Inuyasha says ‘fuck off.’“

Kagome blinked. “You know Miroku?”

“Unfortunately he’s my best friend. Clear lapse in sanity on my part fifteen years ago when I met the guy and now I can’t get rid of him. I’ve tried but he’s a cockroach. He won’t die and always come back.”

Kagome giggle-snorted despite herself before reaching out to finally take back her phone and wallet with an abashed smile.

“Thank you,” she breathed, flipping it open to see several missed calls and a few texts on he phone. “I was in such a hurry to go home last night that I didn’t even realize I dropped it.”

Inuyasha shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. “I’m just glad I was the one that found it instead of one of your creepy admirers.”

Her smile grew. “Me, too.”

He smirked at her and it just suddenly hit Kagome that this man was downright attractive. With eyes the color of golden whiskey, long silver hair that reached his waist and the most adorable ears that sat atop his head, she surmised that he must be a demon of some kind, maybe that of a canine variety judging by the sinful flash of fang and the claws tipping his fingers.

An answering pulse of purely feminine appreciation curled in her belly and Kagome bit her lip, aware that she was shamelessly gawking, but not particularly caring. The already fading bruise on his jaw didn’t subtract from his attractiveness at all and Kagome was suddenly very glad she’d dropped her wallet and phone last night.

“See somethin’ ya like?” his amused voice interrupted her shameless admiration.

“Mmhm,” Kagome answered without even thinking and it was only when he released a throaty chuckle did she realize what she said and she smacked a hand over her mouth with a gasp, dark eyes going very wide as she snapped them back to his face from where they’d been openly staring at his chest.

In an attempt to save face and unable to control the blush that heated her face, Kagome cleared her throat and laughed nervously, directing her gaze toward the bruise she’d given him instead of his eyes.

“Ah, um, listen, I’m so sorry for punching you last night,” she said and reached up to brush her fingers across his jaw, caught herself at the last minute and hastily brought her traitorous hand back down with another flush.

She cleared her throat again and forced herself to meet his eyes. “I’d, ah, really like to make it up to you, but I’m working the afternoon shift today and I don’t get off until six.” Her smile was equal parts shy and hopeful then as she tentatively queried, “Do you...have any plans after that?”

Amber eyes flashed and fangs were revealed as his mouth stretched into a wicked smirk. Bracing one arm on the doorjamb and leaning forward, Inuyasha looked directly into her eyes and liked the way her breath hitched in her throat, her already enticing scent darkening with a heady spice that elicited a pleased growl from his throat.

“If I’m being honest here,” he rumbled, eyes heavy-lidded, “with any luck, I’ll be getting off with you.”

It took Kagome a minute to process just what he said and coupled with that devastating smirk on his face Kagome’s brain was having difficulty computing. But when it finally registered her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped, and she could only gawk incredulously at him while he looked quite pleased with himself at her reaction.

“You smooth bastard,” Kagome finally breathed after she found her voice again and Inuyasha merely waggled his brows at her, his smirk turning into a shit-eating grin.

“Charmed the panties right off ya, didn’t I?” he cheeked, amber eyes glinting mischievously.

Kagome snickered and couldn’t contain her grin, dark eyes alight with amusement. “Oh, you know it. I’m feelin’ the breeze, baby.”

Inuyasha laughed and thought fuck, this was the girl for him. She was it. He had to have her. He had to.

“You know,” Kagome suddenly purred and Inuyasha was instantly alert, body responding to the rather provocative lilt to her voice and really liking that suggestive little curl to her lips as she stepped closer to him. “That does kinda looks like it hurts...and it is my fault...”

Inuyasha’s gaze went hooded when she placed her hands on his chest and he shifted a little closer, reaching down to rest his own hands on her hips.

“Yeah?” he husked, not about to admit that it would fade away within the hour. And he most definitely was not about to admit that he’d decked himself before coming over because the one she’d given him yesterday had already been long gone.

“Mmhm,” she hummed and tilted her head back as he slid her palms up his chest to grasp his shoulders. “Soo, why don’t you come inside and I can treat that for you while you show me what other things that slick mouth of yours can do, hmm?”

Inuyasha’s response to that was to give a heady growl, hook his hands beneath her thighs to lift her up against him, and then walk them into her apartment, leaning forward to capture her grinning mouth with his own as he reached back with a foot and kicked the door shut.

“Uh...Kagome...”

“Mm?”

Pausing on her way to wash off a few tables, Kagome turned toward her boss and tilted her head, expression inquisitive.

Miroku chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck as he eyed what she was wearing. Or moreover, the lack of uniform that he was seeing. “What are you wearing?”

She blinked. “Clothes?”

“Well, yes,” he said with a frown. “But where’s your uniform?” Forlornly he dropped his gaze to the long legs donned in blue jeans and stifled a whimper. He liked those legs...

Kagome blinked again and then a frown pulled her brows down over her eyes and she cocked a hip to the side as she tapped her lips with a finger, propping her free hand on her hip.

“Y’know, I think I was supposed to tell you something about that, but I can’t remember...oh, right! Miroku.” Kagome looked right at him and her boss balked.

Utterly perplexed, Miroku eyed her warily and ventured cautiously, “...Yes?”

She beamed brightly at him and said, “Inuyasha says, ‘fuck off.’”

Loud and boisterous laughter abruptly came from the bar and Miroku turned to gape at his best friend as he proceeded to lose his shit. Evidently having been in the middle of taking a drink of his beer, he’d ended up spewing his mouthful onto the bar top but he hardly noticed as he sat there laughing his ass off, one hand covering his face while the other loosely circled his pint glass.

Feeling quite proud of herself while her boss stood there and gawked at her lover, Kagome piped up, “Gotta get back to work, boss,” then cheerfully skipped off, humming a jaunty little tune under breath and unable to keep the grin from spreading across her face.

Realizing that his damned best friend had managed to snag his best – and most attractive – employee, Miroku scowled, flipped off the laughing hanyou and then promptly skulked away to see if he could entice the new girl Sango to wear the uniform. She had nice legs as well, but that ass...

His hand twitched and he walked a little faster.

About an hour or so later, during a lull in the evening where business was slow and the employees could take a short breather, Kagome snuck up behind the lone man sitting at the bar and slipped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her hands to his stomach as she rested her chin on his shoulders.

“Well, hey there, handsome.”

Grinning, Inuyasha set down his beer and gently tapped the hands. They released him and he wasted no time in spinning around on his bar stool to face laughing brown eyes and full smiling lips.

“Fancy meetin’ you here,” he returned smoothly and snagged her hips, dragging her forward to stand between his spread knees.

“Must be fate.” With an impish curve to her mouth, Kagome looped her arms around his neck and smiled at him, her eyes going soft as she idly played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“No doubt.”

He leaned forward and Kagome met him halfway, humming in appreciation as his mouth caught hers in a slow, lazy kiss that sent tingles of pleasure curling in her belly. It was amazing, how comfortable she felt already with this man she’d met only just that morning. Maybe it really was fate, but whatever it was, she wasn’t going to question it. Kagome was never one to question a good thing when it fell into her lap.

Or maybe in this instance, fell against her lips?

She grinned and she felt his lips curl upward in response, nipping gently at the soft skin before pulling back with a contented rumble. She sighed and melted against him, eyes fluttering open to find him staring down at her with an arrogant glint in his eyes.

“That good, huh?” he asked, not bothering to hide the hint of smugness lacing his tone.

“Oh, you know me,” Kagome murmured, reaching up to teasingly flick his ear. “Can’t resist a smooth talker.”

Inuyasha wiggled his eyebrows and shamelessly admitted, “I got more.”

Kagome huffed out a laugh and maneuvered herself to perch on his thigh, keeping her arms around his. In response he moved his arms to circle her waist in a loose embrace, reluctant to release her.

“Oh? Dare I ask?” Kagome teased and arched an expectant brow.

With a positively sinful smirk Inuyasha leaned forward to nip at her nose and then breath against her lips, “Are you a piece of art because I sure as hell nailed you against the wall earlier.”

Kagome gasped and then promptly dissolved into giggles, burying her face in he shoulder while Inuyasha sat there and grinned proudly.

“Okay,” Kagome managed through her mirth, lifting her head to reveal a flushed face and a wide smile. “I have to admit, that one was good.”

“A guarantee for at least some head,” Inuyasha lewdly remarked and Kagome’s loud snort didn’t even faze him.

“Oh, yeah,” Kagome agreed, the sarcasm heavy in her voice, but she was smiling broadly at him. “The urge to suddenly drop to my knees is positively staggering.”

“Carpet at my place is pretty soft,” he not so subtly hinted, grinning as he nipped at her jaw and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

“Really, now,” Kagome murmured, her eyes fluttering close as he trailed hot kisses along the slender column of her throat. “But what about work? I still have two hours.”

Inuyasha grunted. “Tell Miroku I said—”

“‘Fuck off’?” Kagome supplied, opening her eyes and biting her lip to keep from grinning. She failed.

“No.” After sucking a bruise onto her neck, Inuyasha trailed his mouth back up to her lips and growled against them, “Tell him you need to leave because my dick is made of Skittles and you need to taste the rainbow.”

“Oh, be still my heart.”

“What can I say,” Inuyasha growled before pressing a brief kiss to her lips and then leaning back, heated amber eyes locking with impassioned brown as a hint of fang flashed from a wicked smirk.

“I’m a smooth talker.”

shoutout to my discord ladies for giving me the idea of having Kagome give Kouga a number with all zeros and even though I didn’t write it, he totally called that number after 10 and wondered why it wasn’t working ahahah xD 

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[player-1]

Okay, hear me out...

The data world in KH2 (and ReCoded, obviously) are in the Unchained Realm. You don’t believe me? Too bad, I’m gonna tell you how!

KH2

In the intro of KH2, we play through the Data-Twilight Town, a computer copy of Twilight Town to keep Roxas occupied, sift out all of his memories of the Organization and reintegrate him into Sora. Well, in a sleep-deprived moment of epiphany, I realized how oddly similar it seems to Unchained/UnionX; namely the Unchained Realm.  https://youtu.be/xm3wtQHq_3g?t=33

Of course Blaine the “Let me give you an existential crisis“ guy gave as much of an explaination as he could without thoroughly geeking out. But let me give you a simplified version...

Book of Prophecies <----> Unchained Realm <----> New world It’s important to note how Keykids are free to travel to and from the UR, but there’s not real way to travel from a random world to the Book of Prophecies, there has to be some kind of passageway to get inside the book itself... Like, you know...a computer system?

While the simulated Twilight Town isn’t like the BoP, it’s similar in execution. You just stick a person into the machine, translate it to code, and boom!, you got yourself a digital prisoner! And when it comes to data, everything in Twilight Town is copied and pasted to a T, that even the copies of people are alike in every way.  In a general sense, DiZ possessed the exact copy of world in the palm in his hand, and he didn’t have the time and effort to make an entire freaking beach...But since he’s doing everything he can to keep Roxas inside the system, he kind of works like the Master of Masters; keeping everyone hunky-dorey until the end of the world comes.

Want to know why I brought up MoM? Well...in the sense of parallels, Namine is the Virus of the system. 1. She purposefully infiltrates DTT to help Roxas avoid his fate. 2. Possesses extraordinary knowledge of the situation (and much more, of course) 3. She’s the chaotic-good that throws her enemies off (DiZ and Riku) and gain the trust of the victim (Roxas).

While it seems like a far shot, Blaine might have known beforehand that the UR is a simulation, and he’s trying to find a way to break the program from the inside-out.

But what about ReCoded? Isn’t it just like the Book of Prophecies? In every way, that is true; but in a whirlwind of an adventure, if translated to a digital environment, glitches or not, it’s poorly coded. Outside influences can easily interfere with the digital world, vice versa, the “exit” is unethical, and even Data-Sora’s Keyblade is a far cry from the original, something the BoP perfects in tapping into the powers of the future. And just like KH2, the virus in the system, surprisingly enough, is Data-Roxas. Much like Data-Namine in 2, he tries to change the victim’s fate, but in a more antagonistic manner. Instead of escaping the simulation, DR wants Sora to drown in it, throw away his idea of being a hero and realize that it hurts, make him realize there’s no escaping a written fate...(I mean, I know it was a test, but he was still pretty pissed about it)

I suppose...since I got you roped into the idea, let me circle back to KH2, namely, the one thing that is somehow “unchained” from reality...The Twilight Thorn in the KH2 intro.

Out of every Nobody in the series (including the Specter), it’s one of the two Lesser Nobodies that isn’t particularly mentioned in the series (or lore for what I know so far). It just seems to be there, serving as a basic antagonist for our Key-toting Hero of Light.  For extra credit, here’s the battle for reference, and try to think about some possible differences compared to a regular Nobody battle (or boss battle for that matter).

https://youtu.be/FCXFmipr6t4

Finished? Good, because it’s going to be a bit of a doozy.

First of all, the way it appears. Out of every enemy faced in the Station of Waking, it’s the only enemy that actively moves outside of the Station. And for some mild KH3 spoilers, the SoW is the physical boundary between life and death, so seeing this heaping mass of nothingness drifting to and fro the boundary, the gaping void, and even shifting its gravity is a terrifying threat in of itself. 

Second, its battle strategy. Despite its size, it’s a lot more fluid than other Nobodies. Based on its motion, it’s not initially hostile, shooting thorns and summoning Creepers to try and do some quick work to Roxas. But only when it’s actively harmed, it changes to offensive, pining Roxas’ limbs, tossing him around like a ragdoll, then literally turning the tables with the SoW and a giant ball of fire. 

Third, its weak point, the head. While every Nobody is an empty shell of their original form, it’s strange to know that the Twilight Thorn is immune to all attacks except the head (as opposed to the Darkside, the Heartless paralleled from KH1). Isn’t it also strange to see how, after destroying the giant ball it flings at Roxas, it falls to the ground with the sound of its broken neck? Nobodies shouldn’t have bones, given their inhuman elasticity, so it’s a pretty disturbing detail to realize.

Well, since I’m beating this dead horse, why does the Twilight Thorn look oddly similar to Ephemer?

The scarf? The white hair? Practically identical, right? So why in the world is his Nobody in the Station of Waking and in the digital world? Simple, his Nobody is battling between life and death, between the Unchained Realm and the real world. Maybe that’s why it was spurred into action when Roxas unknowingly invaded its territory, hoping to gain control of the Station and get a second chance at life, to somehow return to his Somebody. While it’s not explicitly stated the circumstances on how a Somebody returns, but it is stated (in the KH3 Ultimania) that when a Nobody dies, the Somebody recieves the mortal wounds and/or injuries that resulted in the Nobody’s death.

Long story short: Roxas inadvertedly gave Ephemer the ‘just kill me already’ equivalence of a major concussion.

Oohhh...Well, good luck getting that idea out of your head.

[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

Boss Shell Creeper or Boss Koopa Species

A little short hypothesis, the Koopalings are members of the Turtle species that Bowser is a part of. I base this on the fact they share similar characteristics which includes their size in comparison to other species of Koopas, the fact they wear large spiked shells, the fact they can breathe fire, and of course their hair. The only difference between them and Bowser is that Bowser is much larger and has horns on his head.

So what do you think? Also, if the Blue Bodied Bowser is their own character, and Koopa Kid is their own character then they would be part of this species. I am nicknaming this species of Koopa the Boss Shell Creeper.

Follow up

[imagine-organization-xiii]

ORG MEMBERS AS MINECRAFT CHARACTERS

Just to let everyone know, sunset clarified personally to me that she meant ‘Minecraft Mobs’ and not ‘characters.’

Mobs are “living,” moving game entities - the term ‘mob’ is short for ‘mobile.’ They range from passive to hostile, so I’m going to focus mostly on hostile mobs - aka monsters.

I know nothing about minecraft so be patient with me LOL

oOoOo

Xemnas - Vindicators are dangerous illager mobs that spawn in mansions, illager patrols, and raids. They are equipped with iron axes and do the second-highest melee damage of all the non-boss mobs, first being the Iron Golem and third being the Ravager.

Xigbar - Creepers are common stealthy hostile mobs who silently approach players and explode shortly after coming within 3 blocks of their targets. Due to their distinctive appearance and high potential for killing unwary players as well as damaging the environment and players’ constructions, creepers have become one of the icons of Minecraft, notorious both among players and non-players.

Xaldin - Zombies are common undead humanoid hostile mobs.  In the Overworld, zombies spawn in groups of 4 at a light level of 7 or less.

Vexen - Strays are variants of skeletons that only spawn in icy biomes.  Strays behave much the same as normal skeletons do. However, they shoot tipped arrows that inflict Slowness for 30 seconds on any target that it hits.

Lexaeus - Husks are dried-out variants of zombies that spawn in deserts.  Husks will pursue the player, iron golems, villagers, baby turtles, and wandering traders on sight from 40 blocks away, as opposed to 16 blocks in most other hostile mobs.

Zexion - Witches are common hostile mobs that use splash potions as their ranged weapon. They also use beneficial potions on themselves defensively.

Saix - Skeletons are common undead humanoid hostile mobs equipped with bows.  Skeletons can spawn almost anywhere in the Overworld at a light level of 7 or less.

Axel - Blazes are fiery hostile mobs found in nether fortresses. Although blazes are able to fly, they will stay on the ground or sink down slowly in the air when not attacking.

Demyx - Drowned are common underwater zombie variants that spawn in bodies of water or when a zombie drowns. They are also currently the only source of tridents.

Luxord - Phantoms are undead hostile mobs that attack players who have not slept in over three in-game days.  When idle, phantoms will fly around in a circle at a constant y-elevation, leaving a trail of gray smoke while doing so.

Marluxia - Vexes are flying hostile mobs that are summoned in small groups by the spell-casting evoker.  Vexes are hostile mobs that will naturally attack players, adult villagers‌, iron golems, wandering traders, snow golem‌ and any other target as commanded by their summoning evoker.

Larxene - Shulkers are box-shaped hostile mobs found in end cities. They hide in their shell to blend in with surrounding purpur blocks and guard the city’s various treasures.

Roxas - Silverfish are small, bug-like hostile mobs found in strongholds and mountains.

Xion - Endermites are the smallest hostile mobs in Minecraft.  Endermites will attack players within 16 blocks of them.

[cyb-by-lang]

Shell Game (6/?)

Kei lays down the law, and the law is promptly picked up again and used as a bludgeon.

In what was clearly becoming a pattern, the third day of term was the worst yet.

It started fine. Everything started fine. Days always looked like they were going to shape up perfectly normal and mean Kei would just have to make it through an endurance test masquerading as a high school education. Sure, Obito was in the building with his security pass practically nailed to his eyepatch, waiting for trouble, but it honestly seemed like the day was going to be normal for like a minute or two.

Kayama-sensei was in the middle of taking homeroom attendance when the note arrived, demanding Kei’s presence.

“Four for four,” commented some kid diagonally to Kei’s left.

“That’s our Gen Studies problem child,” grumbled someone else.

Kei debated flipping them off, but that would be pointless. She left her school bag—but not her cell phone—in the room as she trotted wordlessly out of 1-C. Maybe she should save everyone’s time and just start messing with the school uniform so people would write her off as a delinquent. The longer skirt would be a pain, though…

But when Kei arrived, Obito was alone in the principal’s office in full ANBU uniform, complete with the Crane mask. Without his bright smile, the shadows in the room emphasized his height and the faint red glow of his single Sharingan.

Well, shit.

“That guy triggered the beacon seal.” Obito threw a parcel of clothes, topped with a mask, at Kei. “I let the principal know, but the teachers can’t teleport. Come on.”

Kei took Obito’s right hand and found herself in the thin air of the Kamui pocket dimension, and immediately changed into the ANBU uniform. Her mask, marked up more in line with Isobu’s features, slotted into place last, and she folded up her school uniform to store it out of the way.

“I didn’t go look yet,” Obito said, as he joined her in the land of cubes and pillars. “But uh, if you wanna just V2 and launch that way…”

I vote for that option.

…Y’know, so do I.

With that, Kei reached down into her chakra coils and put a figurative hand against Isobu’s much larger one. Isobu’s face might not have been able to smile, but Kei could feel his power thrumming eagerly at her fingertips. The past few days of petty insults and forced inactivity grated on his nerves, too. Kei didn’t even need to put her request into words before Isobu was raring to go.

Kei vanished under the crimson chakra cloak. Her stance changed entirely, becoming hunched as though the sudden spectral shell across her back was weighing her down. Two blood-red spiked tails trailed from the base, and her head was replaced by a blank-eyed face with a glowing mouth full of conical spike-teeth, half-hidden by blunt horns arranged in a crown. Between the armor plates half-manifested on her arms and the bulk of Isobu’s shell, there was no way she’d be pegged as a disheveled high school student.

Obito raised a hand to his mask, framing the round eyehole he actually used. With his other fist, he gave her a cheery thumbs-up. “Okay. I’ve got a lock, but you’re going through first. Don’t get hurt before I get there!”

Kei, though it was distorted heavily by echoey overlay from Isobu, definitely laughed. The shockwave from the transformation could still be contained by Kamui, at least. Nothing else about her would be.

Obito laughed, too. As a rip in space-time formed in midair, he shouted, “Fire in the hole!”

Kei dove through, and was immediately surrounded by a whole mob of villains.

This is what we call a target-rich environment.

Yep!

This situation was, it had to be said, because Obito only knew where Aizawa-sensei had been when the Bat-Signal went up. He’d told her he didn’t know what the inside of this wannabe Sapporo Dome would be like, and Kei knew introducing a pissed off jinchūriki had a way of making all the nearby problems rethink their priorities.

To emphasize that, the fanged jaw dropped open and let loose a battle cry that sent several of the still-standing villains scurrying.

Chickenface McMuscles snarled back, sounding like someone had stomped on his throat. Pinned and apparently unconscious underneath him was Aizawa-sensei, one arm thoroughly mangled in a hand the size of a human torso. There was blood all over the floor, too, and Kei was willing to bet that most of it was his.

Not good.

Later, Kei would find some humor in the situation once she learned how the villains had made their dastardly entrance. Teleporting seventy-odd villains and a giant chicken-faced monster into a building filled with civilian children (no matter their Quirks) to bait out and kill the Symbol of Peace was quite an evil plan. Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen wouldn’t have been enough to hold the line alone, because if nothing else Chickenface McMuscles was a heavy hitter.

And all of that was being countered by teleporting another inhuman monster into the building.

Kei lowered her head like a bull, keeping both the big monster and his beanpole accomplice in line of sight. In the moment, she had her priorities. Civilians, allies, and neutral parties needed to be saved. And the fastest way to do that was to take the rest of Brainiac’s head off his bulging shoulders.

“Go, Nōmu,” said the guy in the back field, and the creature attacked as dutifully as a Pokémon.

Kei dropped onto all fours just in time to take Nōmu’s offhand punch square on her chakra shell. The concrete beneath her hands and feet buckled, whether she transferred the impact fully or not, but then Kei’s two available tails looped around Nōmu’s wrists before traveling up his arms. Ten-centimeter spikes dug into the jet-black skin, seeking muscle and bone.

Kei punched it in the face with Isobu’s chakra behind the blow. And a second, and a third, being sure to aim at eyes, jaw, and exposed brain.

Nōmu snarled back as though she hadn’t just unloaded strikes strong enough to toss a pickup truck like a tin can, broken teeth bared.

Rasengan?

On it.

Two glowing blue spheres bloomed in and outside of Nōmu’s arms, and they both exploded. Bone crumbled. Blood flew. With a pair of wet thuds, chunks of Nōmu slammed into the concrete and Kei tossed the remnants contemptuously aside.

The creature staggered backward, unbalanced even before Kei formed a third Rasengan on the tip of one of the tails and slammed it into the beak like a bastardized uppercut. Blood spurted from each shattered upper arm, but erratically. It probably had some kind of physical enhancement beyond the norm to survive those, but Kei was already springing forward to cut the big guy off from Aizawa-sensei—

Nōmu promptly sprouted two new lower arms from the stumps. Flesh and bone creaked as the creature snapped back to normal as though they’d been shoved through a Play-Doh mold. The enthusiastic spaghetti kind.

What the fuck, Kei thought, even as she roared a new challenge at the now-recovered enemy.

That does not seem like it follows conservation of mass.

Not the time, Isobu!

Nōmu charged, and Kei slammed her twinned tails into the ground as an anchor so she could meet it.

“Don’t you know using cheats is against the rules?” hissed the beanpole behind the bulky black mountain. He was scratching frantically at his throat, visible red eye wild behind his…mask. “Especially against bosses!”

Kei snapped her fingers inside her head. While Isobu amused himself by making their fake jaws drool spontaneously-created water, Kei said, It’s Creeper! Only, damn, maybe I should’ve named him Facepalm.

It is as deliberate as ours. Isobu sent the manifested tails curling over Kei��s back, like a scorpion’s. You drive.

A punch glanced off her shell, only to be met by a neat judo flip to smash his exposed brainpan into concrete. Out of reach of Aizawa or anyone else, because Kei did have some situational awareness.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get his other arm removed by Facepalm-kun before Obito came back.

“Nōmu, kill it!”

Nōmu was fast, Kei would give it that. But Gekkō Keisuke, jinchūriki to Isobu the Three-Tailed Beast, had been trained for combat by the fucking Yellow Flash. She sparred with Maito Gai as a hobby. She got schooled by Uzumaki Kushina and Kurama once a week, had been raised alongside the strongest Uchiha of the current generation, fought with the scion of the Hatake clan, and was nobody’s mere stepping stone.

If Facepalm-kun and Nōmu thought they were going to kill anyone here, they were about to learn the most painful lesson Kei could dole out: total defeat.

Kei and Nōmu didn’t trade punches. Kei had already seen how that worked out, and whatever bullshit he could do with kinetic energy wasn’t her problem when she had so many other options. So while Nōmu bounced blow after blow off the Isobu-derived shell, sending shockwaves rippling through the air after each hit, Kei dug in with every scrap of control she possessed.

A water bubble gathered on the tip of the left tail of the chakra cloak, slamming forward into Nōmu’s face. Instead of exploding or grinding his skull into meat paste, the water engulfed Nōmu’s beaked head whole. The tail-tip had to stay embedded, even in such a small water prison, but Kei slammed her hand up and into the globe to get to work.

Even if chakra scalpels weren’t Kei’s forte, V2 meant she could choke Nōmu into submission by jamming coral down his throat.

“So annoying,” muttered Facepalm-kun, finally audible without Nōmu’s croaking cries polluting the air.

Three o’clock.

I see him. Kei grinned under the V2 cloak.

But just as Isobu redirected the other tail to pulverizing Facepalm-kun’s ribs like she’d promised, the villain snapped a hand out like a snake and wrapped his fingers around it before it could strike him.

This was—out of all available tactical decisions—probably not the worst idea in context. It just wasn’t good.

Facepalm-kun hissing in pain and backed off almost as soon as five fingers settled onto the whirling energy waveform. Sure, he’d disintegrated the outermost coating of the V2 cloak fairly well, which accomplished jack and shit. As Isobu laughed in Kei’s head, she saw the chakra flake away only to a) reveal absolutely nothing underneath it and b) instantly reform, because the V2 cloak was only a shape. There was no candy in the middle of this piñata.

The V2 cloak had as nasty of a tendency of dissolving human flesh as Facepalm-kun’s hands did. And it seemed like Facepalm had just withered all the skin off his hand. So much for fingerprinting.

Whoops for him.

And then Isobu whipped out the third tail and punched Facepalm-kun in the ribs with a manifested fist. He fell back with a shocked wheeze, doubling over before Isobu could bat his head off his shoulders.

Nōmu punched Kei in the head at this point, which at least kept her from dying of laughter in the meantime. Black knuckles split on one of Kei’s energy horns, but the blow was weaker than before. Apparently, breathing through calcified sea life wasn’t a Quirk here.

A quiet ping on her chakra sense meant Obito was back, though it seemed to have taken him a while. He was way up on the entrance platform, though.

Then a guy made of black mist was hurled like a sack of potatoes into the central area, because that was just what Kei needed today. More villains.

And at that point, Facepalm-kun lurched back upright. Despite his busted ribs and the fact that his pet science experiment was clearly being suffocated, Kei heard him say, “Dammit. No All Might, Nōmu’s losing to some cheating freak, and no dead kids…yet.” He eyed the Darkest Fog Cloud. “Kurogiri… What happened?”

“I…one of them got away.”

“If you weren’t so important, I’d kill you.”

No honor among child-killers, apparently.    

Did you notice?

Did I notice what? Kei grumped, as Nōmu’s struggling started to slow.

Isobu sent her a snapshot of the nearby pool and the craters around it, including three fifteen-year-olds trying to sneak Aizawa-sensei away from the fight Kei had well in hand. One frog girl, one purple kid about half anybody’s height, and…dammit, that was Midoriya. Well, this would make any conversation tomorrow awkward, at least on Kei’s part.

Oh wait shit—

Several things happened at once:

Facepalm-kun lunged for the frog girl, at a speed she clearly hadn’t been trained to react to. Even if she had, she was carrying Aizawa-sensei.

Isobu sent the spare tail spiraling after Facepalm-kun’s leg with full intent of ripping it off at the knee—

Midoriya crackled with red lines of energy, backed by green, and threw a punch directly for Facepalm-kun in sheer terror—

Nōmu’s eyes bulged comically and he ripped himself out of Kei’s grip, leaving most of his throat and half of his upper chest behind—

Isobu roared through Kei’s mouth, briefly thwarted—

Aizawa-sensei snapped awake with his eyes glowing red and hair flying around his head, the exact second Facepalm-kun’s hand touched the frog girl’s face—

Nōmu practically teleported into place directly between Facepalm-kun and the punch that might’ve decapitated a person and grabbed Midoriya’s arm—

—And in the half-a-heartbeat of heartstopping terror, Facepalm-kun had just enough time to chuckle ruefully, saying, “You’re pretty cool, Eraserhe—”

And then a lot of other things happened at once:

Obito warped in and jammed a kunai into the hand acting as Facepalm-kun’s mask, fourteen meters of wood springing out of his arm entirely on reflex and forcing the villain away from the kids before he got horribly impaled even more—

Kei whipped all three tails around and shaved huge chunks out of the backs of Nōmu’s legs and spine before digging into his exposed brain with her projected form’s teeth—

Midoriya yanked Aizawa-sensei and frog girl and short kid away, still sparking wildly until he collapsed on broken legs almost twenty meters off—

—And, finally, the doors to the building flew off their hinges in a single mighty blow and landed in the open area where all this brawling had been going on.

“HAVE NO FEAR, STUDENTS.”

Uh-oh.

“FOR I AM HERE!”

Obito’s head jerked up, Sharingan aglow, and he made a very clear hand signal for Retreat amid all the branches he’d just made. And if nothing else, Kamui would keep him in the clear to explain shit to the teachers where Kei’s chakra-cloaked mouth would have some trouble.

“Finally…” hissed Facepalm-kun. “All Might—”

Kei would have probably been happy to follow Obito’s lead, even if Nōmu was annoying. Things were going fine. It was probably time to fall back.

She didn’t really get a choice, because two hundred kilos of bunny-haired superhero proceeded to punch her through the roof. Had Kei been hit on Isobu’s projected shell, like Nōmu had been doing with all the persistence of someone who didn’t know any better, she could have nullified the hit.

Not so much when she was nearly uppercutted.

“WHAT THE FUCK, ALL MIGHT?!” Obito’s voice screeched, just to add a cherry on top of this gigantic screwup.

Somehow, Kei thought while careening through the air, I don’t think the principal filled in all the faculty about us. Or even me.

What was your first hint?

The brand new cracked ribs, now that she thought about it. Kei set her head back in the dirt as the V2 cloak faded a bit. All in a day’s work.

[swapauanon]

Kingdom Hearts Villains: The Nobodies

Previous Post:https://swapauanon.tumblr.com/post/171840122186/kingdom-hearts-villains-antisora

The main antagonistic force behind Kingdom Hearts 2 and unusual among enemy types in that the bosses have more representation than the regular enemies in the franchise, Nobodies are an interesting enemy type.

A Nobody is born whenever someone with a strong heart, regardless of moral standing, becomes a Heartless. Unlike the Heartless, they do not have resurrective immortality. In fact, by default, they don’t even get a “next life” due to not having a heart. While any Heartless that’s felled will eventually be reborn, any Nobody that’s felled will disappear forever. Despite this, they do have some advantages over their metaphysical counterparts:

They are stronger than the Heartless, with the weakest Nobodies in Kingdom Hearts II having more health than most Heartless.

Every Nobody is sentient. They can think, plan, and strategize.

If their original self had a strong enough will  to survive, they will inherit their original self’s memories, and can so form an identity of their own even if the original self didn’t become a Heartless willingly. This allows them to have a sense of self and build a society. Which Sora destroys in Kingdom Hearts II.

There is one downside to being a Nobody though. Most of the most powerful characters in the franchise see them as abominations that ought to be destroyed due to the fact that they are born without hearts. Or, in a more benevolent case, because the original self won’t get their heart back if their empty shell became a Nobody. Additionally, you don’t become a Nobody, you become a Heartless and a Nobody is born as a result. As such, Ansem Seeker of Darkness, Braig, Dilan, Even, Aeleus, Ienzo, Lea, Isa, and Lauriam are not Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, Axel, Saix, and Marluxia, but distinct characters. If one produces both a Heartless and Nobody, both will have to be destroyed for the person to be restored in whole. As Nobodies are sentient, can form identities of their own, and can even grow their own hearts distinct from their original selves’, this leads to a lot of ethical questions the games do not even try to answer, even if they’ve softened up on the “Nobodies, even when sentient, aren’t people and should be wiped out like the abominations they are” thing. That said, if a Nobody some how comes in contact with their original self, they are near-instantly assimilated, only able to delay the inevitable through incredible will before eventually ceasing to exist entirely. Roxas, for example, is no longer an individually sentient entity within Sora’s heart, having passed on his memories and emotions to Sora, which is going to make separating them rather difficult.

Unlike the other “existential monsters”, Nobodies actually come in two varieties, humanoid and monstrous, with 5 types being divided between them:

Low Ranking Nobodies (Dusks, Creepers, and the Twilight Thorn Boss), are monstrous Nobodies that do not fall under the command of individual Organization members. They are largely viewed as expendable.

High Ranking Nobodies (Sorcerers, Assassins, Samurai, Berserkers, Dancers, Gamblers, Dragoons, Marluxia’s Specter, and Xemnas’ Dragon) are monstrous Nobodies whom directly serve under a member of Organization XIII. They serve as the footsoldiers and personal servants of each Organization Member. Marluxia’s Specter and Xemnas’ Dragon even show the ability to fuse with their masters.

Humanoid Nobodies (Organization XIII, Gloomex) are Nobodies whom have clung to their original self’s memories, with only a few slight alterations (Axel’s facial tatoos, Roxas looking more like Ventus than Sora, etc.) Roxas is the exception to the “memories of the original self” rule, due to Sora’s human form being restored before Roxas was fully formed, causing him to technically qualify for the next class of Nobody.

Special Nobodies (Naminé), Nobodies of people who didn’t become Heartless. They do not use their original self’s body, instead being some sort of paradoxical entity that, according to supplementary materials, aren’t completely tangible. The only example so far in the series is Naminé, the Nobody of Kairi, who only exists due to Kairi’s heart exiting Sora’s body when he became a Heartless. Had Ven’s heart not remained in Sora’s body (causing Roxas to take on his form), Sora’s body would’ve produced a Nobody for him as well. Bear in mind this means Naminé is partially made of Sora’s body while mostly being Kairi, meaning that she can’t return to Sora, but can, very slowly and, according to the novel, very painfully be absorbed by her original self before finally dying and vanishing into her.

Replicas (Riku Replica, Absent Silhouettes, Data Organization XIII, and Xion), are artificial Nobodies that can copy the powers of others. They do not have original selves and basically dissolve upon death. How they copy these powers, varies. Riku Replica, for example, had Riku’s battle data uploaded into him, causing him to become a copy of Riku with all of the original self’s powers and memories, but none of his experience. The Absent Silhouettes, meanwhile, seem to be made by absorbing the power of the Organization Members who died in Castle Oblivion, not even taking physical form until someone decides to enter them and battle the projection of the member they copy. The Replica Data, appearing only in Kingdom Hearts II and Union Cross’ new XIII Event, aren’t even physical replicas, instead seeming to be battle simulation data stored from each member’s final battle prior to their death, perhaps meant for use in the Replica Program from Days? Xion, on the other hand, copied Sora by absorbing his memories, causing her to take on Kairi’s appearance as a “true form”, Sora to Xemnas, Ventus to Xigbar, a faceless doll to Saix, a black-haired mirror of Kairi to Roxas, a black-haired Naminé to Axel, Kairi to Riku, and a hooded figure to anyone she doesn’t really have a meaningful relationship with. Due to absorbing Sora’s memories, she is made of memories, and so everyone basically forgot her upon her death, though the right circumstances can cause someone to vaguely recall her. Also due to being made of memories, her own memories exist somewhere in Sora’s heart, as does her mind.

By the way, Nobodies might be able to get a “Next Life” if they die after growing their hearts, seeing how Axel’s ghost appeared to Roxas after his clash with Sora, and appeared one last time in DDD in Lea’s dream.

Edit: KH3 ignored most of the preestablished lore related to Nobodies being their own people, with Sora choosing to instead view any Nobody not named “Roxas” or “Naminé” as a mere continuation of the original being. Larxene, however, ultimately considers herself to be a separate person from Elrena, and is disgusted at being forced to go back to simply being a part of her. The implications of this are ignored.

Next time, we’ll go into more detail regarding Organization XIII.

Edit: It is up!https://swapauanon.tumblr.com/post/171902950241/kingdom-hearts-villains-organization-xiii

[blindwolfadventures]

Blindwolf’s Awakening: Pt. IV - Key Cavern & In-betweens

I forged my path onward to Key Cavern to be pretty underwhelmed by this dungeon, so I thought I’d wait until I had a bit more to write about. Key Cavern is so named because the dungeon map looks like, guess what? Yeah it’s a fucking key.

This dungeon is accessible after obtaining the “Slime Key” (sounds gross tbh) and the dungeon itself is more or less straight forward. You get a cool item, the Pegasus Boots, so now Link can do that same thing that he does in A Link to the Past where you just hold down the A button and he dashes forward! Except in Mario’s Awakening, the Pegasus Boots, like the Shield and Power Bracer, are, OH YEAH! ACTIVE! Because fuck passive items, right? We just don’t see that inventory screen enough. We need more of it. We want to live in it. In fact, fuck playing the game, let’s just stare at the inventory screen the whole time.

Are you sure you saw it? Here is is again JUST in case.

Okay, moving on.

The Key dungeon’s boss is a stupid watery eye who splits into two stupid watery eyes. I had no trouble making him shed some tears, and was rewarded with a new Instrument of the Sirens, the Sea Lily’s Bell (damn, that’s a pretty name, gj team).

“Great,” I thought as I beat the Key Cavern with ease, “now I can move on to the next dungeon.” Let me use this opportunity to say that in Mario’s Awakening...one does not simply “move on to the next dungeon”. There’s a shit ton of side questing, both optional and also completely necessary in-between these dungeons. The game takes a step back towards the original Legend of Zelda in this sense. In its prequel, ALTTP, the story was more or less linear and having no idea what to do next was rare. in Mario’s Awakening, however, even with the telephone feature in which you can call some random creeper in Mabe Village who tells you what you need to do next, it’s easy to get lost or confused, or be missing a key item you need to move on to the next dungeon with no clues on how to find said item. I found myself resorting to an online walkthrough several times, due to the fact that I didn’t want to spend hours walking around the map aimlessly, speaking to everyone I saw, hoping for the next hint or item.

A fun side quest I did pick up is searching for Secret Seashells. They’re scattered among the map in hidden areas, and when you collect them, you are told that if you collect all of them, something good will happen...Uh, thanks. Still, I do find joy in happening upon these adorable lil’ shells.

Another side quest that I stumbled upon was the Color Dungeon. It’s a secret dungeon in the graveyard, so you know it’s gonna be dope as hell. You descend into a grave and find yourself among multicolored enemies. The boss is an annoying shelled dude who you have to continually hit until he turns red and then dies like a bitch. Upon beating him, you gain access to a Great Fariy Fountain. This delightful Fairy lady grants you some badass new clothes, either red or blue (for added offense or defense, respectively). I went with red cuz I like to beat the shit outta things (and Link’s red clothes always look badass), and now my sword strikes make people fly across the map as if I have a permanent Piece of Power.

Finally, the last cool - albeit necessary - side quest was obtaining the Ocarina. Yes, there’s an ocarina in this game as well. And you get it while you’re sleeping. Link finds a blocked off house-cave in Mabe Village, and upon entering is presented only with a bed. Naturally, the lil’ guy is tuckered out so he takes a nap, and then is transported to some nightmarish room where these mimic enemies deplete 3 of his hearts if he so much as touches one of them. With the Pegasus Boots, they’re hardly a problem as Link barrels through them, and is rewarded with 100 rupees and a badass RED ocarina.

Thought so far: I’m enjoying these dungeons, and I enjoy most of the side quests as well...but the thing that kills the gameplay for me the most is not knowing where I’m going next. The map in Mario’s Awakening (YES, THAT IS WHAT I’M PERMANENTLY REFERRING TO THIS GAME AS) is covered until you uncover it, meaning that when someone says “there’s this thing over here to the southwest”, you know where southwest is, but you have no idea about the details of what that area looks like. It doesn’t help that when you DO actually uncover the map, it is so hideously nonspecific that you can’t even tell what is a path and what isn’t. I find myself wasting a lot of time figuring out where the fuck I’m going, more so than any other Zelda game I’ve played.

Next up: Angler’s Cave. Sounds like a WATER DUNGEON??!?!?!

- blindwolf

[rlc19]

Ocean Ask Answers

So, this is supposed to be another one of those ask things, but I never get those on here, so I’m gonna go ahead and do this anyway. And because I also like tagging games, I’m going to tag @fannibalgirl92, and @rogue-one-drinks-coffee. Here we go:

Pearl: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?

This is a hard one. I want to go to Texas to visit Buddy, but I also want to re-visit France and Germany.

Sails: Describe your perfect partner.

Honestly, someone who I could just be honest with and hang out with, and someone who could sit on me and tell me no when I decide to do something stupid. Just someone I can be real with, nothing spectacular, nothing specific.

Lighthouse: How much makeup do you wear?

When I actually wear makeup, mostly just eye makeup, so not much.

Shells: Would you prefer to be a vampire or a werewolf?

Oh gods, I hate this question, as I’m not particularly fond of either, but if I had to pick, vampire.

Mermaid: Most embarrassing moment?

I honestly don’t know, embarrassment is temporary and I have a lot of those moments, but none really are memorable.

Turquoise: Weirdest dream you’ve ever had?

Breaking into Darth Vader’s closet, putting on a spare one of his suits, and being chased through a giant glass building by Darth and some other people who were trying to kill me.

Waves: Favorite season and why.

Autumn. Halloween, changing of leaves, cooler weather, more overcast days, and the time when I most frequently sit outside and read.

Breakers: Would you ever consider getting married?

Yes, I would.

Seafoam: Describe your ideal summer vacation.

Traveling to any number of places.

Rain: If it were possible, what exotic animals would you keep as a pet?

Bats, a Chinese alligator, or a hooded crow.

Sunlight: Least favorite song?

Where Is My Mind? Yoav and Emily Browning.

Marine: Would you ever consider plastic surgery?

At this point in my life, probably not.

Sea Glass: What do you consider to be your best physical feature?

My eyes.

Storm: Do you like piercings and tattoos? Why or why not?

I love both, as I really enjoy the artwork of tattoos, and I just love self-expression.

Boardwalk: Who is your favorite fictional couple?

Daemon Sadi and Jaenelle Angelline from The Black Jewels trilogy.

Coral: If you had to describe your personality as a food, what would you be and why?

Sweet and sour chicken, because sometimes I can be a little much, and I’m definitely not for everyone.

Nymph: Old-fashioned or modern decor?

A like a good mix of both.

Seawater: Scariest movie you’ve ever watched?

Jeepers Creepers really freaked me out as a kid, but I wouldn’t say it’s the scariest, but I don’t really have another answer.

Siren: In a  fantasy setting, would you be a warrior, rogue, or mage?

Mage, definitely a mage.

Tempest: Your favorite pokemon?

Haunter (earlier designs) and Gengar (more recent designs).

Tropic: What is your least favorite thing about your appearance?

There are a few things.

Aquamarine: Describe your dream date.

Going on a picnic out in the forest or by a body of water and spending the afternoon eating and talking.

Brine: Gold or silver?

Silver.

Tidal: What is a color that best describes your personality?

Yellow-green, because I’m some strange combination of creative and logical.

Azure: What is something that you do that makes you happy?

Sitting out on the deck in Autumn around midday reading one of my favorite books.

Fog: Describe where you think you’ll be in five years.

Hopefully on the east coast with Carrie and the rest of the nerds, having published a novel or some other form of writing, working in a witchy shop of some volition.

Coastline: What is your favorite flower?

Lotus, Atropa belladonna, or rose.

Shallows: What is your typical Starbucks order?

Either A) a white mocha, B) cafe vanilla frappuccino, C) cinnamon roll frappuccino, or D) a venti french vanilla latte with 3 vanilla and 2 hazelnut.

Voyage: What are your favorite names?

Ryan, Violet, Desdemona, Sinead, and Carlisle.

Shipwreck: Do you have an OC? If so, describe them.

No.

Cerulean: Do you believe in true love?

To some extent, yes.

Shoreline: If you could become fluent in another language, which would you pick and why?

For slightly more practical purposes: a Slavic language like Russian, Polish, or Estonian. For entirely personal and unreasonable purposes: Gaulish.

Tsunami: Describe a dream outfit of yours.

A gray shirt with a white blazer with black embroidery, white pants with black embroidery on the seams, and black sneakers with white accents.

Riptide: Are you introverted or extroverted? Are you happy with this?

Introverted and HELL YES.

Hurricane: Describe a strange habit of yours.

Moving my finger in a spiral pattern over the touch screen at work, even when I know exactly where the button is that I’m looking for. My boss hates it, it makes her dizzy.

So yeah, there you all go. If you want to do the thing, go for it and all that fun stuff lol.