#if you guys don't like this sort of mini challenge

[deepwaterfiction]

Deep Water Challenge

Hello all weird and wonderful writers! This week, I thought it might be fun to host a mini-challenge where we turn the tables, and I give YOU a request.

Time to try your hand at micro-micro fiction. Write a 1-3 sentence prompt/'story', that has something to do with RAIN.

If participating, please add your submission either as a reblog or a comment on THIS POST, so we can keep all of them in one place and allow everyone else to look through them. On Friday May 17, I'll share my favorites in a separate post, tagging the authors.

As always, keep writing, and stay weird.

- L

[musicat9]

next up for my octopath ocs, hildegard, the warrior, a traveling mercenary turned reluctant detective after her estranged brother hires her to recover a stolen statue

[lalalychee-x]

"Show me who you are..." Maki x f. reader

★"Porn st-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ar,,,!" ★

★ "Porn st-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ar,,,!" ★

★ CW: NSFW, woman x woman, club sex, mention of drink spiking, cunty pornstar/sex worker reader, bathroom sex, squirting, degrading, skimpy outfits, muscle mommy... part 2 click here ★ Maki is dragged to a club by Toji who's on his hunt for his monthly wallet. Maki feels extremely out of place, hating it all until her jaw drops as a walking-wet-dream saunters into the club.... songs: - P*rnstar, Nessa Barret - Guys Don't like Me, It Boys! word count: 2425

Maki regretted everything about this night the second she stepped into the club.

She didn’t even remember why she agreed—maybe it was Toji’s smug insistence, maybe it was the lowkey challenge in his voice like he didn’t think she’d show up. Or maybe she was just tired. Tired of blood, tired of running, tired of waking up in rooms that weren’t hers. Not because she had sex, but because she probably got knocked out by something or the other and someone she had aquaintances with had taken her in for the night. She didn't sleep with anyone very often.

So here she was.

Parked on a sticky leather couch in the corner of the VIP section, dim lights flickering above her like the heartbeat of hell. Music pounded at the base of her skull, and the drinks tasted like antiseptic with sugar. Her boot tapped against the ground with irritated rhythm. Her arms were folded, jacket slung over her cropped top, black straps crisscrossing over toned abs and that mean scar slicing across her ribcage like punctuation. She thinks she borrowed it from Nobara who didn't like the sheer black material on herself after she'd bought it imuplsively in a sale. Her pants were loose and tactical, belt cinched tight, boots combat-ready—not that she'd need to throw hands, but it made her feel like herself. Like something solid.

Fuck, she glanced down at her drink, what the hell did Toji even give her? He probably nabbed it from some woman he'd milk money from for his monthly rent.

And that’s when you walked in. Just as she looked up, bored and tired.

No—entered. Like a vision. A curse. A wet dream carved into heels and hips, soaked in sin.

Everything about you screamed trouble in more than ways than one, that even Maki had to raise an eyebrow from the vulgarity.

You had on a tiny black mini skirt—barely a skirt, really, more like a threat. It clung to your hips, rode high on your thighs, and shimmered under the lights like it was painted on. It was some sort of latex material, Maki deduced.

Your top was a deep-cut halter, all silk and skin and sin, knotted behind your neck and leaving your back almost completely bare. Your tits sat like a gift basket of chaos—half-wrapped and almost jiggling with each strut. Glitter stuck to the curves of your collarbones. Maki tried to recall as cosmetic...body glitter? A rhinestone choker hugged your throat, glinting and almost winking in the disco lights.

She cursed, dropping her gaze to the floor, but that didn't help.

Because her eyes caught onto your heels.

Six inches, platformed, loud when they hit the floor and the sheer thought of wearing those made her wince. But you didn’t walk—you glided. Like you knew gravity couldn’t touch you.

You looked like you’d ruined men for less and laughed about it. I mean, I guess she could say the same about herself, except she ruined men in a way that left them bleeding rather than horny.

What the hell..? No, rather Maki was thinking, Who...the hell?

It was YOU and you were surrounded, of course. A guy hovered at your side, trying hard to act like he could keep your attention. He was offering you a drink, leaning close, saying something—words that slid right off your glossy exterior.

Because your eyes had landed on something else.

You had to double take.

The only person in the club not trying to be seen—and somehow the hottest. Maki sat back, legs spread, sipping her drink like she wanted it to kill her. Her green hair wasn't long enough to tie back, but tendrils framed her sharp face, her jaw tense, eyes darting around like she was looking for the exit. She had arms sculpted from goddamn vengeance, thick thighs in black cargo pants, and her expression?

Somewhere between bored and haunted.

You were obsessed instantly. You weren't used to seeing something that you can't and shouldn't have.

And now you want it.

That guy beside you was still talking, but you were already walking away.

Your drink in one hand, heels clicking, your mouth curled into a devil’s little grin. The hem of your skirt barely swished at every step, the latex clinging to your ass. You weren’t just heading to her—you were stalking her.

Maki's eyes narrowed as you approached but you didn't miss the way she pressed back into the seat and the flash of surprise on her face.

"You look like you'd rather be...burnt alive, than be here."

You smile, the crude joke dissolving into the air; she was quite literally encased in burn scars.

"...I would." Maki blinked up at you, an eyebrow raised. "I have already rather, clearly."

You grinned shamelessly, licking your straw on your drink and sliding into the space next to her with your thigh touching hers.

“I can make your time here worth while, then. And less painful than being incinerated.”

Maki glanced sideways. Down at your legs. Your stomach. The way your tits nearly spilled out your top. She looked away just as quickly.

“You flirting with me?”

You tilted your head. “Would you be mad if I was?”

“...No.”

“Then yes. Aggressively.”

She huffed out the smallest laugh, hiding it behind her drink.

You leaned closer, dragging a painted nail along the hem of her sleeve. “You know, the whole broody muscle mommy thing? It’s really working for me.”

Maki choked on her drink.

You giggled and scooted even closer. Your thigh now fully against hers. You looked up at her through thick lashes, lips parted in the shape of temptation.

“You got a name, baby?”

Her jaw ticked. Her eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up—fast, guilty.

“Maki.”

“Mmm... Maki.” You said it like a moan, watching her chest heave a bit more as you did. “You always this tense when a pretty girl sits in your lap?”

“I—what?” She glanced down. You weren’t in her lap. Not yet.

You smirked. “I’m thinking about it.”

And then, like a punishment from the gods, that guy from earlier came staggering back into the VIP area.

“Hey! What the hell, you said you’d come back.”

You didn’t even look up, looking down at your drink and swirling it with your straw, "Well, I didn't."

The guy looked like he was about to blow. Maki rolled her head around at the guy, standing up to tower at least six inches over him. He looked like he was going to piss himself.

"Is something wrong?" Maki shifted her weight to one leg, enticing a whistle from you.

The guy shook his head, turning away, gripping a drink that bubbled and had ice that floated.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Maki knocked the glass out of his hand, it falling and shattering into little pieces on the floor. She's fast with it.

The guy scowled, but he was trembling and staring at the shards on the floor soaked in the spiked alcohol.

You giggled, leaning back in the couch as Maki sat back down with a huff, doing anything in her power not to look smug at your approval. But you weren't taking that, shifting over into her lap, sitting snugly on her solid thighs.

But she sidn’t even look at you after that cocky little line to the guy who finally slunk off with his tail between his legs and libido in the dirt. She just picked her drink back up, brows furrowed like she regretted her life choices. Like she regretted you.

Which, frankly? Rude.

So you leaned a bit closer, playing with her hair that looked like it was chopped with a blunt blade, "You don't even look like you want to kiss me. That's hot." You pause to gauge her reaction.

To your surprise, she immediately retorted back, "Because your lipstick is thicker than my will to be here—you're trouble in ten inch heels."

"Six inch!" You correct her, with mock offense.

"I'm not sleeping with you."

You grin, having the upper hand, "Who said anything about sleeping?"

Her eye twitched and you smile, teeth digging into your bottom lip. God, she was so difficult. And you were just drunk enough off her thigh, the absolute guns she had on her arms and the abs you could see the lines of even in the dim light.

"You don't even know if I like women." Maki sighed, hand on her forehead.

"I'm right though, aren't I?" You batt your eyelashes innocently and she groans without an answer.

So you kept going.

“Okay, okay, what if we don’t sleep together. What if we just... I don’t know. Spend a little quality time getting to know each other on a spiritual, emotional, and deeply physical level?”

Her head tipped back, narrowing her eyes.

You kept talking, curling your fingers behind her neck and scratching lightly at the base of her scalp. “You know... like therapy. But with less crying and more licking and more... sexually than emotionally relieving.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Still not a no.”

That finally got her to look at you. Really look. Like she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to roll her eyes or drag you into a bathroom stall and ruin your eyeliner.

Instead, she contemplated, her gaze dragging down and lingering on the tiny top that held your top together.

Yeah. She was fucking struggling.

You pouted, all faux-innocent and sugary sweet. “C’mon, you don’t even know if I’m good yet.”

Her voice was low. Rough.

“That’s the problem.”

You smiled. Too pleased. Too tempting. “So you’re scared?”

“I’m—” She snapped her mouth shut, brow furrowing again like she’d stepped into a trap.

And her cold stare? It faltered.

That maybe she hadn’t let herself even think about this kind of thing in a long time—this fun, easy, stupid thing called wanting someone.

So when she finally exhaled and set her drink down—half full—you knew.

I mean, it didn't change the fact she was still pissed at you.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, already starting to stand and you slide off her lap onto the couch again.

You pouted. Again. “Ugh, babe, not now. I was about to grind on you like it’s my fucking job. It is my job, actually.”

“I’m not—wait what—” she bit the words off halfway through and shoved her hands into her pockets like they might hold her back. She looked down at your innocent grin, deducting you probably did some sort of sex work, porn or...something or the other. “I’ll be back.”

“Liar.”

She turned.

And you were on your feet in a second, wobbling slightly in your heels, catching up with her as she slipped past the crowd, eyes darting everywhere like she was trying not to be seen. But you didn’t care about subtlety. You followed like a hunter, heels loud, skirt sticking to you like sin itself.

You caught her just as she was about to round a dark corner near the bathrooms, where the bass thumped softer and the lights grew dimmer.

"What?" You paused, tired out from scrambling in your heels.

Without a word, without a warning—Maki turned and grabbed you by the waist, hands strong, eyes furious and hot, and she lifted you up against the wall.

Like you weighed nothing. You probably did to her.

“Fucking hell—” you gasped, clutching her shoulders as your back hit the wall, skirt hiked from the motion, her hips pressed between your thighs. “Finally.”

Her mouth was at your neck, teeth gritted. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re wet.”

You let out a small squeak, not so used to something so sudden—and her hand was already there. Between your thighs, pushing aside the useless slip of your panties and sliding two fingers in your pussy like she owned the place. You blushed just a little at the embarrassingly needy squelch.

Like seriously, your panties didn't cover much anyway.

"Maki—oh!" You squealed, hips bucking.

Maki was breathing hard. Face buried in your shoulder. Her fingers curled deep, slow at first, just to feel how tight you were. How warm. How much you wanted this. How wet you already were for her.

“You planned this,” she muttered, like it was a curse. “Came here looking like that—”

You giggled, voice breathless because this wasn't your initial intention because you barely hooked up with women. “I didn’t even know you existed, baby... but now I need you.”

Her fingers sped up, half smug, half.

You threw your head back against the wall, one heel slipping a little on the tiled floor, moaning louder than you meant to.

You didn’t mean to make so much noise.

You didn’t mean to—except… you kind of did.

“Please... don’t stop... fuck—please, don’t stop—”

“I won’t,” she rasped, thrusting harder, “Not until you cum all over my fingers and shut the fuck up for once.”

Because the second Maki's fingers found that spot—that spot—you cried out, all breathless and desperate, nails digging into her shoulders as your thighs tried to close around her hand.

But she didn’t let you.

She pressed her palm flat against you, grinding slow while her fingers worked fast, and kept them open. One thick, calloused thigh slid between yours, anchoring you to the wall like a goddamn statue, and you knew—knew—you weren’t going anywhere.

“Don’t.” Her breath hit your ear, thick and low. “Don’t try to hide it. You wanted this in that fucking... it's not even a skirt and these damn useless panties.”

You whimpered—moaned—grinding down against her like you were trying to burn through her hand. “Maki—fuck, fuck, I did, I do, I—”

She raised an eyebrow, amused and god it was degrading but you loved it.

“I’m desperate!” you squeaked, practically crying now. “You’re so hot, and strong, and you’ve been looking at me like you hate me and I’m so fucked in the head because it made me wetter—”

“Oh my God,” she breathed, laughing darkly into your neck, and curled her fingers so hard to hit your g-spot that your legs gave out.

You cried out her name as you pulsed around her fingers. It was fast, messy, sudden—an orgasm ripped out of you, squirt gushing out of you and trailing down your legs... dripping onto those cursed "six-inch heels."

You blinked, dazed, as she slowly pulled her fingers out, staring you down with that same unreadable, dark-eyed look—and then brought them to her mouth.

Licked them clean.

“What the hell...” you whispered.

Maki huffed, running her other hand through her hair, "You good?"

You stared, still breathless, unable to come up with a single thought that wasn’t I need her to do that again.

You nodded. Swallowed. “Good...yeah, good girl.”

Her jaw twitched—just a flicker—and her hand fisted in your hair.

You looked up, innocent. “What? Too soon?”

“You’re trouble,” she muttered.

"I can be worse." You grinned, eyeliner beginning to run.

Maki shifted her weight to one side, studying you, towering over you even in those heels. She was breathing heavily too and your eyes almost popped out of your head with what she asked next,

"Worse enough to be fucking in a bathroom stall?"

Holy shit.

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[melliehart]

wip wednesday

shoutout @marviless for tagging me (and torturing me with her mcd fic ow), going to tag @littlefreakbuckley and @sonofatoasterwaffle if they have anything they want to share:) i am trying something new and writing a set of interactions between eddie and buck's significant others over the years. this is ali's

Death & Co, Arts District, 2019

Eddie is like, totally gorgeous, don't get her wrong, but he's not her type. He's closed off, always put together, and that one time she tried to break the ice by making a joke that he’s actually the one who saved her during the earthquake, Eddie barely cracked a smile. It did, fortunately, get Buck to cackle and loudly protest, but Eddie’s expression only ever turned genuine when Buck knocked his shoulder against Eddie’s and said, “Shoulda dropped her!” with a wink. He'd thrown his arm around Ali, after, and damn does Buck have some great arms. It’s amazing, getting to be with a guy who makes her feel small. Like, she can wear heels around him. And don’t even get her started on what else he can do with all that strength.

Anyway, they’re out at this cocktail bar that Ali picked out–she’s been loving a dirty martini lately–and it’s a good time. She and Buck aren’t particularly serious, but they could be, if they give it a while. They mostly spend time at her apartment when she’s in the city, but she’s broached the subject of getting him a place downtown, (anything would be more mature than living with his older sister), and she might be able to convince him to swap out the Jeep for something classier next.

The guy’s a little raw, but he definitely has potential. Room to grow.

They’d invited Eddie, although when Ali had suggested it to Buck she’d sort of been expecting it would be a double date, but Buck brushed that off. She knows something wild was going on between Eddie and his wife (ex-wife?) but Buck was shockingly tight-lipped about it, wouldn’t tell her any details. Like, she’s just curious! Can’t a girl want to gossip with her boyfriend? Whatever. He did say they were back together for real now, which is why she’d been expecting the wife to come, but it’s fine.

Like she said, Eddie’s always perfectly polite, and they’ve had a good time together the few times they’ve all gone out. The three of them even made a pretty good team during the earthquake, if she does say so herself, even if she stopped to chug a few mini liquor bottles on the way down. She’d challenge anyone to watch their misogynistic pig of a boss fall to his for real, actual death and not want a drink.

She’s two drinks in when Buck leaves them to go get another round–thanks, babe–leaving just her and Eddie at the table. Eddie takes a long pull of his beer, draining it before setting the empty bottle on the table with a clink. He’s not looking at her, his dark eyes focused on the wall behind them as he starts picking at the label. The silence is just this side of unsettling, and Ali’s never really been great at being quiet, so she decides to do the safe thing and ask about his son–Christian?

“Christopher”, he corrects, pulling out his phone. “I’ll show you a picture.” She’s not huge into kids herself–maybe in a few years, when she makes director and can afford to settle down a bit–but that’s not the kind of thing you say to a not-single dad. He swipes for a moment, then shows Ali a photo of not just his son but the three of them, Christopher, Eddie and Buck, in front of the fountain at the mall. They look–honestly, they look like a family, framed like this. There’s something heavy about the way he’s watching her, judging her reaction. She smiles at him brightly, cooing a little because that’s what you do at a cute photo, and he tilts the phone back. 

She’s not really sure what he’s getting out of this interaction–is he trying to scare her off? Stake a claim? Or is he just–like that? His face is unreadable as always, unlike Buck who is, thank god, sliding back into the booth. He gently places her martini–Hendrick’s, two blue cheese olives, extra dry and porn star dirty–in front of her, smacking a kiss to her cheek before roughly sliding a beer across the table. Eddie snags it without blinking, tipping it towards the two of them–Buck, really–in thanks. 

Now that Buck’s back, the tension in the atmosphere has dissipated; Eddie perked right back up the second Buck's attention landed on him. She doubts Buck even noticed the switch-up, and she's sure as hell not gonna piss Eddie off by calling it out.

They slide back into joking around, but Ali can’t quite take her mind off of it. She absolutely needs to get the ex-wife (wife?) here next time to figure out what to make of these two.

[fatedbutblinking]

imagine percy and a daughter of pluto being destined to fall in love - so in love that there's a prophecy about it. something that describes a love so strong that it saves the world. percy doesn't know a thing about it, but lupa told the girl about it in private when she was a kid, and that it clearly describes her in it.

so when percy gets dropped into camp jupiter, and she feels a connection with him so strong that it's almost unbearable, she is desperate not to fall in love with him.

she wants to save the world with her leadership and talent, not by falling in love with some guy. she's an esteemed praetor, the most skilled halfblood at camp jupiter, and she wants to be known for more than just falling in love. she doesn't even get how falling in love with him is supposed to change the world.

"lupa," she breaths, in a voice softer than a whisper, as she stares at percy from a distance. he is sparring someone, and winning. "tell me it's not him."

"it's your destiny," echoes in her head.

"him," she reiterates with a scoff.

"i'm just as surprised as you. but you'll do it. even if you don't want to, you will."

"i'll take that as a challenge."

so she literally doesn't want to fall in love with him because she's too prideful. and she's too much of a girlboss slay strong independent fighter shadow-sorcerer queen to back down to a prophecy.

meanwhile percy is absolutely besotted with her from the moment he steps into camp jupiter. of course he can't remember annabeth, only in snippets, but he loses those thoughts the moment he sees her.

he makes it goddamn clear how attracted he is to her. he constantly flirts with her, pesters her, challenges her to fights. she's got some pretty name like valeria and he calls her "val", which she hates. she's really hot, but in that hauntingly beautiful tim burton sort of way: big dark eyes, sharp cheeks, pouted lips and olive skin.

he doesn't understand why she hates him, considering the entire camp has already fallen under his charm. but that doesn't stop him from trying.

"let me take you out."

"you lost me on 'out.'"

"i didn't take you for an introvert. you're always shouting at people and fighting them so i thought you'd want to do something active."

"i'm not an introvert. i just don't want to go anywhere outside with you."

"how about inside?"

"absolutely not. you are not coming in my cohort."

"how about mine?"

"no."

"promise i'll make it worth your time."

"how oxymoronic. if you're involved, it can never be worth my time."

"did you just call me a moron?"

she is unable to contain her snort. "you're an idiot."

his sea-green eyes soften. "gods, val, you're so beautiful when you smile."

though she doesn't want to, she finds herself staring at him when he's not looking. she starts waiting impatiently for him to pester her, she starts looking forward to their brief chats. she feels butterflies when they graze arms. she likes the way he smirks at her at the end of a fight when she's beaten him to the floor. she likes how close their faces are. she lets him manipulate her into mini dates, like walks by the water, swimming with cute whales, cooking blue food for the campers.

she starts to fall for him and it scares her so much that she distances herself. percy finds out about the prophecy and finally understands it all.

one day they are fighting a massive monster that has somehow infiltrated the camp and he confesses her feelings to her, knowing a fighting scenario is the only place where she'd be close enough for long enough to actually listen to him.

"i know what you think of me," he starts.

"if you did you wouldn't be speaking to me right now."

"no. i know what you actually think."

"focus on the monster, seabrain."

"i know you like me."

"what?"

"well, kinda. i mean i think you hate me too. but i also don't think it's that different from liking me."

"then you have a warped perspective on relationships."

"admit it."

"percy."

"admit that you like me."

"there is a monster in front of us and you want to talk about this?"

"the whole camp wants us to talk about this. do you see anyone else fighting? no! they're too busy waiting for you to give me an answer!"

"everyone get off your asses and fight. right now."

nobody moves.

"don't be like that. just because everyone can see how good we'd be, except for you -- "

"don't."

"fuck it. i'm in love with you. i've been in love with you since the day i met you -- "

"no."

" -- uh, yes. i wanna fucking be with you. i mean, i wanna do a lot of things to you, but to be with you? i wouldn't need anything else. just you, for gods' sake."

"percy."

"gods, i wanna kiss you. i wanna kiss that look off your face. but i'm not gonna do anything until you tell me the truth."

"i don't know what to say."

"you love me."

"i don't love anything."

"i know, but you love me."

"i don't wanna prove the prophecy right."

"stop being stubborn."

"i can't just be known as the girl who fell in love with you, perce. i want more for myself."

"you'd never be known as that. you'd be known as the girl that i fell for. the shadow-slicing praetor that percy jackson begged to have."

"i guess that doesn't sound so bad."

"yeah?"

"maybe."

they kiss passionately.

from then on, they're the it-couple on campus. they're always sneaking off and kissing, and percy is constantly all over her, kissing her neck, whisking her away.

everything is perfect until annabeth comes to claim him. they end up in camp half-blood with annabeth not knowing about her and percy. she watches as annabeth whisks percy away. percy's head is confused with his head and his heart.

she tells herself that she shouldn't have let herself fall in love with him. instead of letting percy break up with her first, she breaks up with him, saying that this is now real life. she will be known for more than just love, and he can have the love of his life annabeth back.

but percy doesn't feel that way anymore about annabeth. how could he? annabeth overhears the conversation and breaks up with him, understanding that he has feelings for someone else. he apologises over and over again because this is his best friend, but she accepts that they are only each other's first loves. and not the last.

percy wants her back.

the two camps are united in their decision to get them back together. although they don't have a lot in common, both camps adore either percy or the pluto girl -- they are their leaders -- and they want them together.

so percy makes another scene.

"i challenge you to a duel," he announces loudly to her, as campers gather around.

"jackson, i'm busy."

"i know. re-training people from my camp because you romans think you know better. fair enough. but i guess you'll have to re-train me, considering i'm actually greek."

"stop trying to wind me up."

"so it's working?"

"isn't it a rule at camp half-blood that children of the big three can't duel?"

"that's never stopped us before."

"it can this time."

"are you scared of losing?"

"get over here, jackson."

"don't worry. i'll go easy on you, deathbreath."

"that doesn't mean i will."

she swipes at him with her dagger, and creates a small cut down his arm.

"fuck."

"not so cocky now. stop missing, jackson, you haven't even grazed me."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"come on. hurt me."

"no."

"it's a fight, not a dance. hurt me."

"no."

"fine, don't! gods, i'm not going to fight you if you're not going to fight back. just leave me alone. i don't wanna be near you. can't you just let me be?"

"i've hurt you enough. i know i have."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"but i promise you. i will never hurt you ever again. i will never make you feel anything but happy. i will do everything in my fucking power to make sure of it."

she laughs shortly. "it seems like everyone in our two camps will do anything to make sure of it."

there.

there, she realises it.

she realises that them falling in love was the gods' sure way of getting the two camps to respect each other. swapping jason and percy around was only the start - to make sure the camps knew of each other. but her part? it was to make sure that both camps would love each other, would stick together no matter what, the same way her and percy would through anything.

their friends refer to her as the queen of both camps, as it is her that has truly brought them together. although it's not what she had planned to be infamous for, she accepts it, knowing that she has gained more than she sought out:

percy.

"you have completely confused my perception of reality," he continues, as if she hasn't already made her mind up. "i dream about you. all the time. every night when i go to bed i dream about you. but most of the time it's in the day, when i see you, when i smell you, when i know you're near. i knew long before that prophecy that you were meant for me."

"me too, perce. all of it. me too."

so they get together and everyone is super happy. even nico does a slow clap bcus he likes how it's the most dramatic thing he's seen. the gods are like crying up there watching them get back together like they're some kind of soap opera that they manufactured. but it doesn't matter to them bcus they're living their best life.

[ultimate-marysue]

The irony of Zur-En-Arrh (Bruce Wayne's back up personality that's 100% Batman) is that their plan to stop him should not have worked. Like, at all

For those of you who avoided that shitshow, here's a mini summary of what happened: Bruce started to lose it getting more and more influenced by Zur-En-Arrh inside his head, pushing his kids away. Eventually Zur manages to separate and upload himself into Failsafe, a robot created by Bruce to upload his consciousness once his body started to fail due to age so he could continue to be Batman. Bruce, now free, teams up with his kids (who forgive him way too quickly) to take him down because the power of love is stronger than the power of Batman or something.

Up to this point, good. Not a big fan of how they're choosing to put every single time Bruce does something hurtful under "Zur-En-Arrh did it", but I can see where they're going with it. My problem is with their plan to take him down.

The Failsafe body is designed to shut down if you kill someone, so Bruce chooses to sacrifice himself and come back thanks to -and I shit you not- some sort of concentrated Lazarus fluid. Jason of all people decides he should be the one to die since ha has the experience -what is this comic???- so the plan is for Jason to get Zur-En-Arrh to kill him.

That's when the whole meme of Jason being dead for like, two pages, was around because that's exactly what happens: Zur-En-Arrh kills him from one punch, it triggers Failsafe's shutdown protocol, Jason comes back. All the absolute bullshit aside, because we truly don't have the time to unpack all that, it shouldn't have worked.

The reason why Failsafe shuts down if you kill is because of Batman's number one rule: no killing. So you're telling me that Zur-En-Arrh, who's basically 100% Batman, only went like a week or two before straight up killing someone??? Obviously he wouldn't care it was his son because he's 0% Bruce, he would have ruthlessly fought and subdued anyone who stood on his way, no matter how dear to Bruce they were. That's the point of Zur-En-Arrh, no sentimental distractions.

But also, he's 100% Batman, the dude that 100% doesn't kill, the dude with 100% control of the strength and accuracy of his blows so he doesn't kill someone, not even on accident. How could he be so easily baited into punching Jason hard enough to kill him? Does Jason suddenly have metahuman abilities to super annoy people??? And he doesn't question why Mr "I don't kill, not even the Joker" is okay with bashing his skull in in just one blow??

I would sort of take it if they put the effort into showing how they tricked him to turn a regular blow into a lethal one, that could have been interesting. Maybe Bruce tries it and can't get it right and Jason takes the blow because he's the one that gets the opportunity. That way he's not just offering himself as a sacrificial lamb just for funsies, he's actually making a heroic sacrifice to end the fight before someone else gets hurt instead of letting it drag until Bruce finds his opening. You could have more tension of whether they're gonna be fast enough with the Lazarus fluid, maybe the other Robin's need to play catch with the vial while avoiding the other bad guys to get to him on time. But I digress, the important part is fucking consistency.

Either show that Zur-En-Arrh is whiling to kill before jumping inside Failsafe (which would be hard, because why wouldn't he uninstall the shut down protocol?), or make sure you the challenge of tricking Batman into accidentally killing someone comes through. Because you're kinda implying that Batman would kill if he had no feelings and that's just... completely against the character. If anything the comics show that Batman needs to overcome his emotions to avoid killing Joker.

This is the central point to defeating your enemy. It is based on the idea that Batman designed his failsafe to short circuit if he killed someone. And they don't do anything to explain or justify Batman breaking his one rule whether on purpose or accident. It just happens because it has to happen and "how cool is it that we outsmarted him?". It's not earned and much like a lot of this run, is not satisfactory (to me, if you're cool with it genuinely good for you, wish that was me)

Even if Not Killing came from Bruce's emotionality, it would be included into the Batman personality. There's plenty to Batman that comes from Bruce's emotions, and Zur-En-Arrh puts people into jail. It's not like they've Established him having a murderous streak. If he were completely clinical about it he would never willingly kill and, with his ability and understanding of the human body, tricking him into killing without making it obvious that that's what you're doing would be an absolute feat worthy of getting the whole Batfam together.

It wouldn't have made me like the idea of the story. It still relies on everyone forgiving him super quickly, Deux ex Lazarus and a lot of other contrivances; but at least it wouldn't contradict Batman's number one rule. I'm not asking for character consistency, good writing or even continuity, I'm just begging you to understand the single most basic thing about the character.

[dykedvonte]

Silly ask incoming: what video games would the crew enjoy, in your opinion? Especialy, multiplayer games they can play together on their rare breaks? I think Anya eats everyone up in mario cart (she is picking princess peach probably)

-💀

Okay so I know everyone always tries to do cop out answers with saying "They wouldn't play video games yadda yadda" but I'm giving everyone something:

Curly

I think he likes those mindless sort of games. Not like easy but ones where they are a bit methodical.

Likes games with options but also set rules/restrictions. Endless creativity would overwhelm him and make him frustrated as he wouldn't know what to do and when

Honestly? Sims, minecraft, stardew, terria, games where there's options but at the end its like an inverted funnel. Start the same each time but you make it what you want in the end.

I also think he'd love VR type games like Super Hot and Beat saber just for the physicalness and kinda not having to be in reality.

Not into multiplayer too much mainly cause he's actually not that competitive but because he always drags out matches by being the worst

Will happily join a server or world in the games he does play even if it gets abandoned. He's the type to log on for notalgia

Daisuke

We know he's a gamer already. QnA said he likes to go to the arcade and waste time losing.

Also has his little handheld so I think he's into retro games, no specific type just likes how creative they are for how simple they tend to look

Def likes management games. I see him as being into figuring out pro strats and gamer shit like that.

Pikmin, Katamari, Resident Evil, Crash Bandicoot, Spyro, etc... He likes the older stuff with a challenge, but proponent in wanting games to be mean to you again.

Gamer rage but in a sulky way like he misses a jump and just turns off the entire TV

A Mario Party instead of Mario Kart guy. Like the random chance of it all and to get aggressive and hype over like line tracing the mini game

Anya

And if I said Anya is like a strict multiplayer competitive like COD lobby girl then what?

Honestly I think she likes games with a lot of story and depth but has guilty pleasures in FPS and competitive games.

Like those RPG maker games a lot Mermaids Swamp, The Crooked Man, Ai Oni. Not for the horror, its a bit cliche but often time its the real people monsters or tragedy that captivates her.

Me thinks she's the type to scroll like Itchio or Game Jolt and plays whatever's free and looks interesting, gamer in the way she's just played games.

Ofc she's competitive, likes any game where she can show off or win, so she's always upset during chance games. Sorry girl, Daisuke won the draw no mario kart for you

Though I think her favorite would be like fighting games just to have subtle shit talk like "Are you sure you're not just button mashing?" Tekken Girlie

Swansea

This was hard cause like I genuinely think he wouldn't care about games and just plays them in the way like parents beat levels for their kids.

Platformers. Idk why but I think its just like its good hand eye coordination, keeps him feeling spry mentally.

Rhythm games honestly but in the sense of like how like piano tiles is a rhythm game.

He's like basic older man who plays like bejweled, solitaire, maybe even penguin diner.

I know this is almost a cop out but like I can't imagine him like being into gaming even if he was young, like I think he'd like card games, jacks and dice.

Honestly he plays online dominos vs the computer online and complains to his family or the crew (depends on where he is) about it cheating whenever he loses.

Jimmy

For real he's harder than Swansea's cause man doesn't even have hobbies like I don't know what he would actually like and it scares me

I think he's somewhat elitist with his gaming views because he just always thinks he's write but I know he plays everything the bad way

Honestly I think he likes games like Borderlands for the humor and the like fantasy power. Like Handsome Jack's humor a bit too much

Played Halo and Cod but either is so mid it's just not enjoyable enough for him to continue. Like he needs the instant gratification from gaming or he's not playing it anymore

Maybe GTA but again he annoys too many people and gets banned from servers and doesn't care about story mode.

LIkes the sims but in the fucked up girl way where he makes all the sims like live in his basement and paint for him while he get mad over storylines he made up.

I like think they all play monopoly like my family where it takes days because we treat it like real investments and alliances are formed and relationships ruined.

[whatitshouldvebeen]

GUN has really shot themselves in the foot with TCM recently. I'm going to rant beneath the cut, feel free to let me know your thoughts too.

I main family (Johnny, Cook, Nubbins, or Leatherface if our team needs it) with my husband and we absolutely hate going against 4 man squads. They bully the shit out of the family and then act like they won the Olympics as they t-bag at the exits until we come to watch their asses grind the dirt.

If they get the valve on, someone has to camp it the rest of the game. Often, two people have to guard it in case two victims team up to chain backstab the poor guy.

Now that they've hidden groups and levels, I feel really ambivalent about playing family anymore. I used to enjoy playing with lower level victims and giving them a fun game, letting them get away, and generally ensuring they aren't turned off from the game. Or playing against non-teamed high levels for a fun challenge. Now I have to treat every game like I'm going against the aforementioned t-bagging Olympic athlete Navy seal 4-man team and it isn't fun for me to try hard every goddamn game. But if I don't, and they do turn out to be a 4 man squad of level 80+, then I've fucked myself going easy on them. And you can be assured they will act high and mighty about beating me.

But it isn't even just four man squads. Let's face it—Texas Chainsaw maps are puzzles and most victims have them figured out. Now the entire game is patrolling doors and if you somehow miss them on your patrol they're out and you're fucked. You can't re-lock doors. You can't guard almost opened doors like you can generators in Dead by Daylight until they regress. And dont even think about going into the basement as anyone other than Sissy and Nubbins because they'll disappear into any one of the cracks never to be seen again and while you're fruitlessly chasing them, Connie has blown a lock and escaped.

And now they're nerfing Cook's ear stacking even though while he's stacking it he's literally standing still AND you can counter it by 1. Stopping running or 2. Clear all stacks by going into a freezer/dresser.

It takes minimum TWENTY MINUTES to find a match now, even if one of us plays Leatherface. And even though there's 1 family player per 50 victim players, the victims still treat us like they're hot shit and we're piñatas there to be beaten up for their entertainment. And that's not even to say we're bad, we're actually quite good at family. But when we do win, victims have some shit to say.

Not all victims are shitheads but so many of them are and I'm sure you non-shithead victim players have had to listen to your teammates rant at the family in the end game lobby.

And GUN is not making anything better. They could, idk, make it so only ONE fuse and ONE valve spawn on the map so at least the victims have to look a little bit longer. They could give the family a fucking mini map so we have knowledge of our own property. They could give us shirtless Johnny all-fucking-ready.

But no, we must instead suffer not knowing what sort of victims we're going against and completely annihilating newer players just in case they do turn out to be those four man 99 squads we so dread. As 2 players with a random, we just can't coordinate well enough to properly face off against a 4 man. They should make lobbies for full squads to go against full squads so solo q and duos dont have to be shit on, on either side.

Idk man. I love Texas Chainsaw. I have almost 300 hours in it. And I still have a MASSIVE crush on Johnny Slaughter. But... I think I'm going to quit. I'll come back and play for a week when new maps come out so we can all enjoy the freshness of no one knowing what's going on, but the moment that map is solved, I'm not gonna deal with it. Playing family is hell, most of the time I feel like the victim.

[mpreg-consandvans]

Project Flood the Scene, City 8

Article originally published by Metalcore Media Group, May 25th, 2024. PHILADELPHIA

From left to right: Ben Elder, Javier Dimas, Elliot Rakic, Zane Lichtenberg, Kerrigan Pilsner

Ben Elder, 29 - Bassist/Backing Vocalist, Flat Out Javier Dimas, 35 - Guitarist, How Can You Love a Monster? Elliot Rakic, 33 - Lead Singer/Guitarist, Shallow the Wound Zane Lichtenberg, 29 - Keyboardist/Guitarist, Dance.Shout.Repeat Kerrigan Pilsner, 26 - Lead Singer/Multi-Instrumentalist, godlovesmyfaggotry

Kerrigan Pilsner: As the most overtly queer guy in the Philly scene, I am sort of the rallying point for a lot of closeted people. Before I started doing godlovesmyfaggotry, I think there was a desire for more queer art, queer punk, you know? Everyone in the club scene sort of knew my name, because I'd been in both Apocalipstick and The Wastrels, but neither of those bands really broke through before breaking up. When I went off to start my own project with GLMF, though, I had the connections to get a good gig, because people did at least know I was capable of handling myself. I'd been smashing shit safely and respectfully on stage since I was 17. That was the start of my weekly show, Fuckpit with godlovesmyfaggotry.

Fuckpit is just explosions of pent up sex and power and rage, but through a queer lens. I like to focus each show with a local act who really challenges the norms in some way. It should be no surprise that all four of the other guys' bands have been guests at Fuckpit, at various times. Flat Out, I had for a show dedicated to reclaiming power after trauma, which was amazing and ended with Ben melodically wailing his heart out on backing vocals, nailed up to a cross while his bandmates just shredded on this incredible song decrying abuse in the Catholic church and doused him with buckets of fake blood. Ben approached me in tears afterwards and thanked me for letting him do that, because he felt like he'd never felt so powerful and the fact that he'd been able to do that while performing to a song he'd co-written about his own trauma felt healing.

Shallow the Wound did a show a few weeks back for our gender-non-conforming theme. Elliot wrote this mini rock opera specifically for that show, which explored his identity as an intersex man. The opening number was about how his falsetto voice makes him feel inadequate as a man and he had these crazy mascara tears flowing down his face by the end of the song, which he then painted into a butterfly shape, before performing a song about his femininity not taking away from his lived reality as a man in society.

The most interesting one I had was about class wars, though, for which I got both How Can You Love a Monster? and Dance.Shout.Repeat to play. If you don't know, the Monster guys all grew up in the foster system, experiencing just abject poverty. They've really pulled themselves out and built beautiful lives. Meanwhile, the combined net worth of the parents of Dance.Shout.Repeat during their collective childhoods was in excess of 300 million dollars and is now well over a billion dollars. Zane's father, Arthur Lichtenberg, is the most successful venture capitalist in the state of Pennsylvania. I gave both bands the assignment of writing new material that either deconstructs their own class as it relates to their upbringing or attacks elements of the other band's upbringing. Does it surprise you that How Can You Love a Monster? wrote a beautiful sweeping ballad that basically absolves the children of greedy capitalists for their parents' crimes, while Dance.Shout.Repeat wrote a dance-punk party song about living it up in a mansion in the Hamptons, inspired by each band member's unique individual experience of separately doing that exact thing? I let them loose on each other after that for a freestyle song battle that I called "class warfare". DSR got eviscerated.

When I do my own sets at Fuckpit, though, I like to keep things sexual. After all, I'm a queer activist. Queerness cannot be sanitized. I am neither monosexual, nor a prude and my art reflects that. I've been naked more times than I can count, while I was on that stage. I've had every possible bodily fluid slopped on me. I've been fucked in every hole. I've gotten food poisoning, chlamydia, RSV and MRSA from my performances there. I leave everything on the floor. That hasn't changed in the slightest while I'm with child. The audience treats me a little more gently, maybe, but I still push myself to do more. I smothered one of my asphyxiation assistants with my belly until he came, at this past week's show. I got an ultrasound live on stage while the doctor fucked me. At one point, he moved the probe down so you could see his penis entering me. Everyone's always saying "Kerrigan, you're pushing it too far", but in pursuit of queer liberation, I don't think there is such a thing. Obviously, I do think some things will change once I have my baby, but in a lot of ways, I fully expect to still be the same person I always have been. God, after all, still loves my faggotry, even if I'm about to be a father.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mod Talks Mini:

//Hey, so I want to just send a little bit of a message to people, because there's something I need to let everybody know in a professional and calm manner, since I've been seeing a lot of controversy and messages online from people about this sort of stuff.

//Don't worry, this isn't anything serious, but I'm saying this for the sake of everyone's safety out there. It is kind of an edgy topic, so I will keep it under the cut.

//I don't really know how I should start this conversation, but I guess I should be giving a bit of backdrop for it.

//I recently found an old article online (several years back, I'm not even sure how I found it) talking about some other internet article pricks dissing Trey Parker and Matt Stone, the creators of South Park, for those who don't know.

//As everyone no doubt knows, South Park is notorious for its irreverent humor, often crossing lines with its dark satire, inappropriate jokes, and willingness to offend...basically EVERYONE. The show touches on sensitive topics like religion, politics, race, and SO much more.

//Parker and Stone have been judged harshly for their edgy, boundary-pushing humor, with some labeling them as cynical or insensitive, but the article I read was explaining that despite the controversial content they create, Parker and Stone are known to be down-to-earth and good-natured in real life. They’ve spoken about how their intent is often to challenge norms and provoke thought rather than to offend maliciously.

//And I can confirm this, because a few years ago, I watched this video that has always stuck with me, because these guys know what it is they're talking about, and it's why their shows and all the other stuff they make together are so successful.

//This however, also got me thinking about some people that I follow on AO3, and...Yeah, I know that's a weird jump, but let me explain.

//Archive of Our Own is one of the most prolific fanfic and writing websites on the internet right now, thanks to it's simplicity, and a few other aspects, but I realized that on that website, it is also grounds for some of THE most fucked up writing I have ever seen.

//I think we've talked extensively about LadyRedHeart on this blog before; very much still one of the BIGGEST examples of this. Most of her content consists of rape, pedophilia, torture porn, incest, and about every horrible variation of NSFW content you could think of.

//What I read in her stories, because I have read some of them, is repulsive. But...I've also come to realize very quickly that RedHeart herself is not the genuinely fucked person that she seems to be in her writing.

//And then there's myself. In the past, I've been harshly criticized for writing characters like Kuripa, and even my portrayals of some of the canon characters, even though it's all supposed to be my own take on it. I remember people being really upset when they found out what happened to Hibiki, and then Himiko, and I had to deal with a lot of shit from some people back then.

//But it's fine. It all worked out in the end.

//But then there's the complete inverse of this, and this is the important part, because this is some of the stuff we need to keep our eyes out for. But this is also the more sensitive part of the post, so avoid the next 8 paragraphs if you don't like hearing about this. But here are a few examples:

//Bill Cosby is an American comedian, actor, and producer who was a major figure in entertainment, particularly in the 1960s through the 1990s. He gained widespread fame for his stand-up comedy and for starring in shows like The Cosby Show. The show was groundbreaking for its positive portrayal of an affluent African-American family and earned Cosby the title of "America's Dad."

//Cosby's legacy was severely tarnished in the 2000s and 2010s when numerous women came forward accusing him of sexual assault, drugging, and misconduct. These allegations spanned decades, with many women claiming that Cosby had drugged and assaulted them, and he was eventually convicted for it.

//Jimmy Savile was a British television and radio personality who became famous for hosting popular TV shows like Top of the Pops and Jim'll Fix It from the 1960s through the 1990s. For much of his life, Savile was seen as an eccentric celebrity and philanthropist who raised millions of pounds for charity, particularly for hospitals. He was widely respected and even knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in 1990 for his charitable work.

//However, after his death in 2011, numerous allegations of sexual abuse came to light, leading to investigations that revealed Savile had been a prolific sex offender for decades. He abused hundreds of victims, both male and female, many of whom were children or vulnerable adults. Much of the abuse occurred in institutions like hospitals, schools, and even the BBC studios where he worked.

//John Kricfalusi is a 68-year-old renowned Canadian blogger, illustrator, and former voice actor and animator. He is the brains behind several popular cartoon shows in the 1990s and early 2000s. Kricfalusi is best known for creating The Ren & Stimpy Show, which ran from August 11, 1991, to December 16, 1995.

//In 2018, Kricfalusi's reputation suffered after Robyn Byrd and Katie Rice, two former Spümcø employees, accused him of grooming and sexual harassment. The pair went on to say that they had been minors at the time.

//And then of course, there's fucking Dan Schneider, a more recent example. He's a television producer, writer, and actor best known for creating and producing several popular Nickelodeon shows aimed at teens and preteens, such as All That, Drake & Josh, Zoey 101, iCarly, Victorious, Sam & Cat, and Henry Danger. His work was highly influential in shaping children's programming in the late 1990s and 2000s.

//However, Schneider has also faced controversy, particularly regarding his conduct behind the scenes. In 2018, Nickelodeon cut ties with him after a long partnership, due to I believe now confirmed allegations of inappropriate treatment of young actors.

//The point that I am trying to make here, is that judging a person's character based solely on the content they create can be problematic for several reasons. And it's not fair to judge a person based on what they do, or what kind of content they make, or for what audience, because in some cases, that can be dangerous.

//In their work, artists and writers frequently explore a wide range of themes, concepts, and emotions that might not always align with their own ideals or worldviews. Through experimentation and investigation, art can enable creators to push limits and question social conventions.

//The context in which content is created is crucial. Factors such as cultural background, personal experiences, and the intended audience can significantly influence the content. Misunderstanding this context can lead to unfair judgments.

//Many creators view their work as separate from their personal identity. Their content may reflect characters, scenarios, or viewpoints that differ from their own. This separation is essential for creative freedom and exploration.

//And people are multifaceted. A creator may have both admirable qualities and flaws, and reducing them to their work can oversimplify their character and experiences. Preconceived notions about a creator can lead to bias, impacting how their work is received. It's essential to approach content with an open mind, allowing for a fair assessment of its merits and messages.

//Content that sparks controversy or discomfort can lead to important conversations about societal issues. Engaging with such content critically can promote understanding and awareness rather than condemnation.

//Anyway, I ranted about this for way longer than I should have. tldr; Stay safe, don't judge people.

[pama-saga]

Overthought about MCSM choices (and the weird nonviolent ways they deal with the villains, barring PAMA) and then came up with villain redemption arc ideas so here we go.

Overview/main thoughts

-Each villain in the Portal Arc is basically a decision of whether you leave them where they are or take them and basically redeem them. There'd have to be some kind of mini arc where the villains get redeemed to transition into them existing in s2 in their current states.

-Sky City is basically a redemption arc hub. You can keep the Blaze Rods there to get their canon typical treatment or agree to come back and deal with them (take them with you once you find your way home)

-PAMA's choice becomes a matter of whether you banish them to another portal or take them and redeem them. Or maybe leave them with Otto? Instead of killing them, the PAMA fight becomes a whole deal of having to download them back into a smaller vessel. PAMA still fights like hell because of their goals! You still get the Redstone Heart! Grumpy lil puter!

-Cassie is basically either left or taken with you. Maybe you make her agree to come with and somehow manage to calm her enough so you can leave her in Sky City? (dear god Isa and Co have so many villains to care for lol)

-Mevia and Hadrian are hard for me to think of? They feel like they'd be less interesting redeemed but also... Thematic consistency. Maybe they turn into the sort of redeemed guys who still have some villainous morals? If you don't Sky City them you get the typical canon treatment of them.

-These would all be choices you could make so. Pick and choose I suppose lol. Jesse would then have a miniarc about redemption. Not sure how it'd work but eh.

SEASON TWO (THE MEAT AND POTATOES LESSGOO!!)

I'm going to separate this into characters for reasons you'll understand soon.

PAMA

-Okay. They're the one I've thought up a bunch of things for obviously. My blorbo.

-You've already seen my aus so here's a new one: Ninja PAMA (and maybe Harper too)

(seriously maybe Harper does different things depending on choices?)

-Definitely a generalist. Can do a lot of things narratively. Has a fun dynamic with Radar.

-Is (maybe) Cassie's leverage if she's brought along with PAMA. (depending on lore they and Cassie have. AKA are they built around the Old Builders and Cassie or in Crown Mesa?)

(Idk whether Cassie or PAMA should be the leverage. Cassie is easier to exploit but PAMA seems like they'd be seen as 'weaker' by Romeo. Maybe he seems himself in her?)

Blaze Rods

-The most poetic option is them joining the New Ocelots to me! It's also incredibly interesting (AKA Time to have the Conflict:tm: with Lukas!) Messy redemption my beloved.

-Leverages in SI are Gill (for Maya) and Lukas for Aiden (because DRAMA!)

-Numbers advantage, maybe helps fight scenes go faster? Provides a new sort of dynamic/conflicts. No New Ocelots if they're brought along. (Because. Y'know. Lukas)

Cassie

-Romeo probably takes favor to her and makes PAMA her leverage (if they're brought along also with her) to make her 'stronger.' Loads of abandonment issues, brings some conflict into the group if brought along. Probably has an interesting dynamic with Petra. (If PAMA isn't there, she's probably just left alone? Maybe just challenged every so often?)

-Could have an interesting dynamic with Xara!

(oooh Champion Cassie would be interesting)

-Becomes a paranoid wreck during Romeo's takeover in Beacontown if left alone. Maybe PAMA tries to reassure her if they stay as townsfolk? Maybe they can prove Jesse is the real Jesse if they come back to Beacontown with Jesse's group?

Hadrian + Mevia

-A little harder for me to think of but eh. The issue of the Sunshine Institute (who the hell would be leverage in the scenario? Does Romeo just go "Fuck it, we ball!"?)

-More chaotic when they come with Jesse's crew. Definitely quicker to make immoral decisions and protect (strangely enough)

-In Beacontown maybe they have beef with Harper. Perhaps recruited into the New Ocelots for the sake of intimidation? Dealing with the Admin's golems?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1243: Triple N Progess Run (SSBU X Darkstalkers)

1:25 p.m. at La Shy Guy's Café's Outdoor Diner......

Escargoon: (Takes a Sip of his Latte he Ordered Along with Dedede with a Smile) I gotta say, De, I'm really impressed with your challenge run right now.

Dedede: (Smiles Brightly) I know, right? We're already halfway in the month and I didn't fold even once. I'm proud myself right now.

Escargoon: As you should, my friend- (Raises his Cup Up) cause I'm proud of you myself.

Dedede: (Let's Out a Hardy Laugh Before Raising his Cup Up as Well) Cheers to that!

The long time duo clink their drinks together before taking another sip and sitting their cups back down on the table.

Escargoon: I can't imagine it being easy for you this whole time. I mean, you're dating a succubus model for Pete's sake.

Dedede: ('Sighs Heavily') Hooo boy, you don't have the slightest idea right now.......I love that woman with every bit of fiber of my heart and soul, but God DAMN if she doesn't know how to put up a good fight! I can't even take a proper breather without worrying about what she's gonna do next.

Escargoon: It gotten that intense already, huh?

Dedede: Hell yeah. 'Member I told you the time she flashed me on the first morning of the month? Boy, I tell you that was mere child's play compared to all the other crazy shit she pulled this month. Like that one time I was at the mansion and-

Flashback to Smash Mansion's Living Room

Isabelle: (Smiles at Morrigan While Doing Yoga Along with Her on Their Respective Mats) Thanks again for joining me on my Yoga Session today, Morrigan. I've really been falling behind on them these days.....

Morrigan: (Smiles Back at Izzy) Think nothing of the sort, my dear!~ I'm happy I have the time to do this on my day off from work today. This is so relaxing~

Isabelle: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Uh-huh. (Turns to Wolf and Dedede, Sittong on the Sofa, Watching TV Together Right Next to Her and Morrigan) You boys are more than welcome to join us whenever you like!~

Wolf: Nah, I'll pass. Never been a fan of Yoga.

Dedede: I've done it once, made me broke my back. Hated it ever since.

Wolf: ('Heh') Old timer.

Dedede: (Glares at Wolf) Boy, don't start.

Isabelle: (Softly Glares at the Duo on the Sofa) Boys, no fighting over there. (Turns Back to Morrigan) Now, where were we- ('Gasps') No way. Morrigan, are you doing-

Morrigan: The Jack-O Pose?

Dedede's eyes starts widening up as he turns to see his succubus of a girlfriend is now doing a meme worthy classic, the Jack-O Pose at pure delight and ease.

Morrigan: Why, indeed I am!~ It's been quite some time since I've done this, so you'll have to excuse me if it looks a little rusty.

Isabelle: (Puts on an Impressed Smile on her Face) Are you kidding? This look perfect enough as it is! ('Sigh') Making me wanna try doing one of my own without falling over again......

Morrigan: I'm sure you'll be able get it down one of these days, Isabelle, my dear. It only takes a few more practice and concentration for your body and soul and more focus put on achieving it to near perfection. (Forms a Seductively Teasing Smirk at her King Looking at Her Right Now) Just so you could use on the man you love and adore~

Morrigan blows a kiss at Dedede's way as her hips starts to move up and down and then wiggle it around all over the place, shortly after. Putting his eyes on a mesmerizing trance, as if it's taunting him to come over and give it a more....."thorough" investigation. Hell, he was this close to getting out of his seat until a few snaps of Wolf's finger appears in front of the ex king's face.

Wolf: Hey. De!

Dedede: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality, Startled) I WASN'T STARING AT IT, I SWEAR!! (Notices Wolf is Staring at Him With a Raised Eyebrow, Confused) ....Uhhhhhhhh- ('Clears Throat') You uh....Need somethin', Wolfman?

Wolf: Yeah. Firstly, I'm gonna have to ask you to never call me that for as long as you live. Second, I'm about head out and get us all something to eat. You wanna come with?

Dedede: ('Sighs in Relief') Nah, I'll pass.....Need to clear my mind for a sec.

Morrigan: Spendid!~

The sound of light, muffled clapping starts ringing into De's ears as he turns to see Morrigan is now making the cheeks of her rear to clap.

Morrigan: You can see if I could stay in this position for twenty minutes~

Dedede: (Eyes Widened in Fear and Under Pressure) On second thought- (Immediately Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I could use some fresh air right about now. (Quickly Rushes Out the Room Without Looking at Morrigan) See y'all in a few!

Wolf: (Sighs as He Walks Out the Room as Well) I'll make sure he doesn't bump into something on the way there. Or faint.

Isabelle: (Watches the Boys Walk Out the Room) Poor De. (Turns Back to Morrigan) You're gonna end up making him have combust if you keep teasing him like that.

Morrigan: That's the plan!~ (Forms an Sinster Smirk on her Face) I love it.

Isabelle: For No Nut November?

Morrigan: For No Nut November~

Back to the Present

Escargoon: A Jack-O Pose AND the clap of the ass cheeks at the same time? That's terrifyingly impressive.

Dedede: My thoughts exactly! (Crosses his Arms Huffing and Puffing) Bet she was smirking the whole time we were out too. Oh, and let's not forget the time me and her went to the park and-

Flashback to the Local Smash Park.......

Dedede: (Sighs Relaxingly as He Leans Himself Back a Bit While Sitting Next to Morrigan on a Bench Together) It always a good time being out here in this weather~

Morrigan: (Sighs Relaxingly While Holding a Firecracker Popsicle in her Hands) Agreed~ (Turns to Dedede) Darling,, are you sure you don't want a popsicle of your to devour as well?

Dedede: Yeah, I'm sure. Ate breakfast earlier, so I don't feel the need to eat anything sweet right now, you know?

Morrigan: (Stares at De for a Brief Second Before Shrugging it Off) Hm. Suit yourself. Say, do you mind holding the stick for me as I eat it? (Hands the Popsicle to De) I don't want to rest my hair getting sticky. (Starts Wrapping her Hair Up into a Ponytail)

Dedede: Sure thing. (Takes the Wrapping Off the Popsicle and Holds it Right in Front of Morrigan's Face) It's all ready for ya.

Morrigan: Thank you, dear.

Morrigan pushes the front side of her hair back a little as she leans over and..."casually" suck the popsicle down back and forth before leaning back a bit to lick it all over with her tongue and sucking it all over again, all while moaning sensually in the process.

This in turn, causes the poor Ex King of Dreamland's eyes to widen up at the entire display in front of him, in pure disbelief, unable to looking away no matter much he wants to. As if his girlfriend wasn't irresistibly hot enough already.....

Dedede: Jesus christ, Morrg.......

Morrigan: (Looks Back Up at her King with a Look Nearly Equivalent to That of Bedroom Eyes) Hmm?~ Is something the matter?

Dedede: Uh- (Comes Back to Reality Before Quickly Turning Away a Bit) N-No! It's nothing. Just.....(Starts Blushing) loving you unconditionally like always, is all.....

Morrigan: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Ohh~ I love you too, my dear king~ (Looks Back at her Frozen Dessert) And I think I LOVE this treat just as much~

Dedede: Mhmm.....(Sucks his Teeth as He Sees a Koopa, Sitting a Few Feet Away From the Bench, Playing his Saxophone in a Slow, Sensual Sounding Melody) Man, do we really have sit right next to that saxophone player over there?

Morrigan: (Softly Pouts at her King) Dedede! Be nice. (Pulls her Ten Dollar Bill Out of her Purse) He is doing a wonderful job plating that saxophone and will continue to do as such as he wish. (Summons her Bat to Fly Over and Drop the Ten Dollars Down onto the Koopa's Saxophone Case) For you, my good sir.

Saxophone Koopa: (Tips his hat to Morrigan Before Resumes Back to his Playing Session)

Morrigan: (Turns Back to Dedede) Now, be a very good boy and pay him no mind, okay?

Dedede: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yes, ma'am.

Morrigan: Thank you. (Forms a More Seductive Smirk on her Face) Now~ Where were we?~

Morrigan resumes back to her sensual popsicle sulking while moaning a little more louder than previously, causing De to groan in displeasure at trying hus hardest to keep himself and his urges in complete check.

End of Another Flashback

Escargoon: Okay, that saxophone playing in the background, was just asking her to get a rise out of you at that point.

Dedede: Exactly what I was thinking! (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) Oh God and don't even get me started at the time at that restaurant-

Flashback to the Crimsonette Restaurant

Dedede was playing on the piano while Morrigan was sitting on top of it, singing her heart out.

Morrigan: Fill my heart with song and let me sinh forevermore!~You are all I long for, all I worship and adore!~

Morrigan then proceeds to teleport her way to sit right next to her king, startling him a bit. She then slowly leans herself over to him while looking deep into his big eyes with her signature bedroom look, making him blush all over again.

Morrigan: In other worrrrds~ Please be truuuuuue~ (Gently Places her Hands onto Dedede's Cheek) In other words~ I looove yoooooooou~ My darling king~

The pair then share a passionate kiss on the lips as everyone else present in the establishment begins to applaud the both of them right on cue.

End to Yet Another Flashback

Escargoon: (A Memory Coming Back to Him) Oh yeah, Bandana Dee showed me a clip of that on choir practice a day after that. You guys did pretty good up there.

Dedede: (Takes a Bow While Still Sitting on his Table) Thank you, thank you kindly. (Lightly Slams his Hands on the Table) But that's beside the point, boy! I'm at my wits here!

Escargoon: (Gives his Best Friend a Reassuring Smile) I know it's a tough road ahead, De. But try and keep at it until the very end. I guarantee I will be all worth it then.

Dedede: Sure hope it.

'Buzzzzzzzz'

Dedede: (Picks his Phone Up and Check the New Message Sent to Him Just Now) What the?

Escargoon: What is it?

Dedede: Morrigan sent me a five minute long audio recording just now. (Puts on a Bit of a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Who wanna bet it's something lewd?

Escargoon: (Shrugs) Only one way to find out.

Dedede: Yeah, yeah. (Press Plays on the Audio With a Picture of Morrigan and a Few of her Modeling Friends are Laying in One Bed Together)

Morrigan: (In the Recording) Good day, my lovelies!~ This is one and only Morrigan Aensland speaking and the ladies here and I decided do something for all the working men and women out there that is need desperate need of a stress reliever right now. This is also dedicated to a...very special former king of Dreamland that has stolen my beating heart in allll the right ways~ I hope you enjoy the ride, my love~ (Makes a Single Kissing Noise)

The audio went silent for a few seconds until a familiar sound of the saxophone begins to play in the background, follow by the collective sounds of sensual sounding moans from each of the ladies present in the audio, Morrigan especially, who is gradually becoming the loudest and most prominent of them all.

This, in turn, causes the duo's eyes and mouth to slowly open up wide as they are in near speechless in pure disbelief at what they are hearing on De's phone right now.

Dedede: (Starts Using the Napkin to Wipe Sweat Off his Forehead as He's Blushing Up a Storm) Dear lord........

Escargoon: Is.....Is this.....seriously five whole minutes of them moaning?

Dedede: Should've known that would be the case just by looking at this picture alone.

Morrigan: I love you, my darling king!~ (Continues Moaning Along with the Other Ladies on the Recording)

Escargoon: Man, you are not kidding when you say she's going all out.... (Notices Dedede's Hand Hovering on the Phone) Heyyy. De, what are you doing over there?

Dedede: (Quickly Hides his Hands Behind Back While Giving Escargoon the Most Awkward Smile Imaginable) NOTHING! Nothing. I was just getting a any sip of my drink.

Escargoon: (Raises an Eyebrow at De) Really? Cause it looks to me that you were about to pick up that phone and call her.

Dedede: ('Scoffs') So what if i am? I was going to tell her how neat the audio is and compliment saxophone player in the background and....(Starts Sweating Again but More Nervously This Time Around) the ladies on....contributing....with.... their mooooan- (Suddenly Let's Out a Loud, Frustrated Sounding Groan) ('ARGHH') I can't- (Bang his Fist on the Table) TAKE THIS SHIT no more!!

Escargoon: De, come on, you can't cave yourself in now, not when you're only halfway there!

Dedede: (Comically Glares at Escargoon) Boy, you think I don't know that already!? First the pose, then the Firecracker popsicle, the duet, and now this!? (Poinrs his Hand on his Phone with The Sound Moaning and Saxophone Still Playing on There) That beautiful woman is doing too much, man, she's killing me!!

Escargoon: This obviously her way to psyching you out of focus. What you need to do right now is calm down, taking a deep breath, and-

Dedede: (Gets Up From his Seat) Nah, you wanna do I'm gonna do instead? I'mma call her up on my phone, tell her i give up, and have her help BUST. MY NUTS. OPE-

Before De could even dare to finish that sentence and do the unthinkable, he suddenly gets knocked upside the back of his head hard enough into sitting him back down on his seat, completely stopping him from crashing out entirely. And it was all thanks to none other than the legendary Bounty Hunter of the Smash Family, Samus Aran.

Samus: Pull it together and keep it in your pants, De. This isn't over yet.

Dedede: (Starts Panting as He Gradually Comes Back to Reality) Yeah.....You're right......(Claps Both of his Cheeks Two Times Before Putting on a More Determined Look on his Face) This ain't over until I MAKE that succubus sing a melody on the first midnight of December! (Turns to Samus with a Smile) Thanks for breaking me outta that funk, girl.

Samus: (Smirks a Bit at Dedede) Anytime, brother.

The Smash duo then shares a casual high five with one another.

Samus: (Happily Waves Hello to Escargoon as She Finds Herself a Seat) Hi, Escar~

Escargoon: (Waves Back at Samus with a Bit of a Confused Look on his Face) Hey, Samus....What's going on here?

Samus: Nothing too major. (Gently Pat on Dedede's Shoulder) Just making sure this dumb-dumb over here doesn't slip up and fail the challenge.

Dedede: It may be a handicap to some, but I find this strategy far more beneficial than completely doing it all on myself.

Escargoon: (Shrugs) Hey, if it helps, it's help. (Smiles Softly) I'm just glad you didn't throw in the towel yet.

Dedede: ('Sighs in Relief') You and me both, man. And you're right, it has been tough battle so far- (Puts on a More Determined Look on his Face) But I did not fail more than three times to four in the row just to add this year to the tally! I'mma pass me that challenge.

Samus: (Puts on a Proud Smile on her Face) That's the spirit, De. I'm with you 100%. Just don't go back on our word, you hear?

Escargoon: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) His word?

Samus: I made him promise to never take the challenge again afterwards.

Dedede: If I win this one.

Samus: (Gives Dedede a Firm Glare) Um. No. There is no "ifs", "ands", or "buts" in this discussion, De. You're going to quit participating in that stupid challenge whether you win OR lose.

Escargoon: I'm gonna have to agree with Samus on this one, bud. You've already proven yourself to be a man in your own right, you don't have to keep proving that by taking a challenge that's already a meme of itself.

Dedede: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah, i guess y'all have a point there...It does starting to get old after while.

Samus: Exactly. Hence why I say it's stupid.

Escargoon: Hey, speaking of which, have you participated in the challenge this year, Samus?

Samus: (Starts Rubbing The Back of her Hair Back and Forth) Yeah, but uh.......

Dedede: You failed again, didn't you?

Samus: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah....Last night.

Samus Aran: Mission's a Bust.

Dedede: (Clicks his Teeth at Samus in Disbelief) Damn girl! And you said I'm weak minded?

Samus: (Pouts at Dedede) Hey, excuse me for having The Strongest Momm- I mean, Mom- I-I mean- (Starts Blushing Before Clearing her Throat) The Strongest WOMAN in the World for a girlfriend. I knew what i gotten myself into the day I fallen in her with her- (Glares at Both De and Escar as Her Face Starts Getting Redder) And I am NOT a Bottom!!!

Escargoon: We.....didn't say you were one though.

Dedede: (Forns a Teasing Smirk on his Face).But since you brought it up......

Escargoon: (Quickly Glares at his Best Friend) De, don't start.

Samus: (Glares Harshly at Dedede) Yeah, De. DON'T. Unless you really want me to send you to outter space.

Dedede: ('Clicks Teeth') Man, will you relax already, girl? I was just kidding! You being a Top and/or Bottom doesn't change the fact that you're the toughest Bounty Hunter in the whole town. Especially not to us.

Escargoon: (Smiles Softly at the Bounty Hunter in Question) Yeah, you'll always be cool in our eyes, Samus.

Samus: (Heart Begins to Melt as She Turns Away From the Duo, Pouting) Whatever. (Starts Blushing Once More) You dorks will always be cool in my eyes too....

Dedede: (Snickers a Bit) You gonna give Luigi a run for his money on the cuteness scale if you keep puffing your cheeks out like that.

Samus: Nah. I can never be on par with Weegie's cuteness. Remind me hug him later, will ya?

Dedede: (Smirks at Samus) Give us details on what happened that night and I'll convince everyone in our group to give the greatest group hug he'll ever have in his life.

Samus: (Notices the Picture on Dedede's Phone) Lemme hear that audio Morrigan sent you first and I'll you tell you every juicy detail possible. (Turns to Escargoon) If you don't mind listening too, Escar.

Escargoon: Yeah, I don't mind. I think I'm curious about it too actually.

Dedede: Then it's a deal-deal!

Both Dedede and Samus shake on the respective deals as they enjoy the rest of their chatting together with Escargoon on a breezy afternoon.

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i swear, clemont's inventions need to be studied because his inventions can either actually do something for more than 10 minutes without exploding (clembot mini) or just blow up in everyone's faces

like how does one achieve so many explosions????

Tbf it is a gag first and foremost, in the same league as Brock's love for older women and Cilan's '*insert here* time'! exclaimations. But I do find it something that can lend insight if we look at it in the right angle 🤔

I know you're just talking about the sheer amount of explosions (that everyone somehow survives at point-blank range) (how are they alive?) and YEAH I'm totally with you on that one. I think overall Clem has had only a handful survive their untimely fate, with the most notable being the Clembots (....I mean the OG did survive! Mostly...), could I say the Clemontic Showers?? And also his bag to an extent. I do feel like Clemont does start to work with their latent ability to combust as time goes on (really feeling like he planned it in 'A Stealthy Challenge!', like there was no way he made a decoy that blew up in TR's face without knowing it pls) and later on his inventions do get a little sturdier and it takes outside force for them to go kaboom (e.g. the inventions in 'A Legendary Photo Op!' and 'A Cellular Connection!') (I hate TR for those incidents specifically).

And that sort of leads me to one of the gripes I do have with the anime-- as in I know I should've expected it, it's a gag for the male travelling companion and we have to have those as a staple, but geez he already had the marriage one! And I'm not even saying we take away the fun factor of his inventions! So many times it just explodes because of the air hitting it wrong - but why couldn't we have other causes instead? Some of my friends were talking about different ways that his inventions could blow up like him trying to power it with Pikachu (ambitious goals, really :P) or with his other Electric Types, or some of the Pokemon battling next to it. We can have moments where Clemont can learn and grow through his inventions, even if they failed before, because he is not only a Gym Leader but an inventor too! I think the only eps where we sort of get into the whole 'inventing' part of him (beyond Clembot! and don't get me started on that guy) is 'Heroes - Friends and Faux Alike!' and 'A Gaggle of Gadget Greatness!', and idk that's a little sad for me. It's a core part of his personality and informs so much of his arc! He lost the Gym because of one of his inventions! He made a promise to his friend that helped him make an invention and then lost them because of the celebration of its success! So many parts of his life can be drawn back to that.

Anyways, I like to assume that the reason why most of them blow up on their own is because as an S-ranked worrier, Clemont goes on to put so many failsafes and extra features into every invention that inevitably overworks the poor thing. Attracts 'bird-like Pokemon'? Well, he better put in things that attract Flying-Types, but also a majority of those would also be Normal too, right? But also some Pokemon have different preferences, and use sight as well as hearing so he might as well find a way to stop them from thinking too much about the signal but then--

For him to make the perfect invention for times such as the very specific situations they land in, Clemont would have to have thought ahead. And that's a weakness as well as a strength. In moderation it's a powerful tool, but also if you think too much you end up overthinking things. And then overcomplicating your machines. And that stresses them out too, because machines are like people that way. They need a break, and a purpose, and know their limits.

I find it interesting that in the sea of failures, Clembot mini gets to exist lol. Actually Clembot itself is a very cool example, because that bro can survive falling off a building with no damages whatsoever (no, seriously, watch 'Confronting the Darkness!'. what a fever dream), and before that the only examples we have of his inventions have always worked while the ones after it have, for the most part, always failed. When you think about it, Clembot is very much a turning point in Clemont's life: after trudging through Gym Battles and feeling overwhelmed, he turned to making a robot of himself (and as a Gym Leader, specifically). And that worked until it kicked him out because it couldn't recognise itself in the mirror Clemont himself. Bonnie calls out to Clem in Ep3 after the first (but not the last) explosion we've seen, about how it's 'another failure' / how he 'blew it again' (in dub), and idk that's got me thinking. I mean, it could be the explosion itself, or the fact that it didn't fulfil its function. Just like what happened at the Gym.

Maybe he's just trying to make up for the mistake he made beforehand, or he's just trying to live up to the perfection he was lauded for as a child when he lit up a whole city for people and Pokemon alike. I mean, I could get into the whole thing about 'Heroes - Friends and Faux Alike!' but that's a whole other ballpark heh. But ig beyond the gag itself, the fact that his inventions have a tendency to explode can be its own arc of sorts for him. To work with new materials and with the Pokemon around him, to reuse what he has, and to connect with those that are still around while not fixating on them as well. Always looking ahead to the future and being resilent, and helping others do the same.

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We're Back, Baby!: An Analysis of the Splatoon Raiders + Splatoon 3 Update Trailer!!

Just when I lost hope in some sort of special announcement for Splatoon's 10 year anniversary, Nintendo announces a brand spankin' new Splatoon spinnoff and Splatoon 3's 10.0 update!

This post will be divided into two sections: a section about Raiders and a section about the new update. Without further ado, let's take a deep dive into the new trailer, shall we?

Section 1: A New Challenger Approaches! ~ Enter Splatoon Raiders!

After years of waiting, we got our very first Splatoon spinoff game! Pay attention to how narrator lady said "first Splatoon spinoff game". Maybe there's more coming our way in the future! Anyways, here's the plot synopsis for Raiders as of right now, courtesy of the news article on Nintendo's website:

In the role of a mechanic, players will go on an adventure in the mysterious Spirhalite Islands alongside the splat-tacular Deep Cut trio.

For people who wanted a Deep Cut DLC for Splatoon 3, congratulations! Y'all just got a full-blown spinoff game instead!

I assume the mechanic is the helicopter pilot Frye's carrying in this here pic.

We don't get a really good look at the pilot while everyone's still on the copter and there's a decent amount of focus put on them so maybe it's because we're gonna have a customization screen like in Splatoon 3 where our character is all masked up and gradually gets rid of their face coverings as we progress through the customization process.

From what the Raiders section of the trailer shows, seems like Deep Cut's following some sort of rumor that we don't quite know about yet and going on some bandit escapades over at the Spirhalite Islands. After a powerful beam of light shoots from the islands, Deep Cut's copter crashes and now they're stranded there.

Throughout the trailer, we get to see Deep Cut and the mechanic hang out at this here base...

And the mechanic can be seen traveling with this... robot mech thing in some parts of the trailer. Right now we don't know what the mech does but it's here and it looks pretty neat!

In general we don't really know what the gameplay for Raiders will be like but if I had to guess maybe it'll be some sort of survival game? Collecting resources and whatnot to find a way back home and exploring the Islands?

Anyways, enough of that! I wanna show you guys something I found in the trailer! Towards the end of the trailer there's a weird sound and this shows up for like a second.

Lemme brighten this up a bit for you guys...

An eye. With the sound and visuals combined I think it's safe to assume this is some sort of deep-sea creature. The eye doesn't really look salmonid-like so it might be something completely new but considering the color scheme in the game's logo maybe salmonids aren't completely out of the question.

As of right now we don't have a release date or price for Raiders but what we do know is that it'll be exclusively on the Switch 2. Good thing I've been wanting to get a summer job this year. Naturally I'll keep you guys updated whenever news for Raiders comes out because I mean come on its Splatoon. Why wouldn't I do posts about this series I love so much?

Anyways onto Section 2!

Section 2: S3 Isn't Dead! ~ Enter Version 10.0!

Third kits are actually real! And Urchin Underpass is finally making a comeback! Hell yeah!

In version 10.0, we'll be gaining access to 30 NEW KITS with Barazushi and Emberz clothes brand theming. Here's a list of the weapons:

Barazushi weapons include:

Carbon Roller

Jet Squelcher

Splattershot Pro

Splatana Wiper

Tri Slosher

Nozzlehose (the one with the longer head)

Dapple Dualies

Tenta Brella

Splat Charger

Painbrush

Rapid Blaster

Mini Splatling

Reef-Lux

Splash-o-Matic

And one other weapon I haven't been able to see in the trailer or promo pics (I feel like it might be Sploosh-o-Matic tho)

Emberz weapons include:

Nozzlehose (the one with the shorter head)

Undercover Brella

40 Gal

Splat Dualies

Dread Wringer

Splatana Stamper

Tri Stringer

Splattershot

Areospray

Octobrush

Blaster

Dualie Squelchers

Dynamo Roller

Hydra Splatling

Big Swig Roller

I absolutely love the aesthetics of the Emberz weapons (and the clothes from Emberz in general) and hopefully I like the kits for my mains that got Emberz weapons enough to use them in battle!

Oh also Switch 2 users are gonna get a graphics update for Splatoon 3. Nothing too big there tbh.

Best part is we don't have to wait a month for this update to drop cuz this bad boy's dropping on Thursday!!!

My god does it feel good to do analysis posts like this again. Just me doing analyses for new Splatoon stuff! Like old times! Man, I missed dissecting Splatoon trailers :3

Stay fresh, everyone!

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⊹₊⟡⋆ nuno gallego + he/him ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting i am a god by kanye west through their airpods is preston pruitt. oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the 23 year old ceo who just went viral for dumping a lukewarm cup of coffee on an intern (allegedly!!!). yup , the one that drives a rolls royce phantom . i hear they’re pretty diligent, but others have claimed that they’re quite volatile. that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as the green-eyed monster.

stats:

full name:  preston reginald pruitt

nicknames:  prefers preston or mr. pruitt, will probably be snippy about it if anyone he's not especially close to tries anything else with him

gender:  cis man

pronouns:  he/him

sexuality:  bisexual, biromantic

age:  23

date of birth:  june 10th, 2001

zodiac sign:  gemini

height:  5'8"

occupation:  nepo baby ceo of pruitt yacht sales

interests:  interior design, mixology, watching old game shows (a pastime shared with his favorite nanny growing up), perfectly tailored suits, getting his way

visual inspo:

pinterest board: https://www.pinterest.com/aron_piper/oc-preston/ home: the styling of his mansion is very much this kind of vibe (i'm not too sure on exactly what the homes they live in here look like, but the decorating of his would be very similar to this) office: similar sort of look to the styling of his home, something along these lines. as mentioned above, he has an affinity for interior design, and would have worked closely with a decorator to get everything to his standards - regardless of the cost.

resembles:

scar (lion king), patrick bateman (american psycho), regina george (mean girls), hunter clarington (glee), dennis reynolds (it’s always sunny in philadelphia), light yagami (death note), sebastian valmont (cruel intentions), stewie griffin (family guy), plankton (spongebob), tashi duncan (challengers), lucille bluth (arrested development)

mini bio: tw - drug addiction of a family member

for as long as he can remember, preston has lived in the shadow of his older brother, playing second fiddle to a man, who, in his opinion, was totally incompetent, too focused on the dollar bill at the end of his nose to properly run the prestigious corporation that is pruitt yacht sales. despite it not being his birthright, preston believed he was the one destined to take over, going so far as to graduate from yale with a business degree to make sure he’d be ready – as well as sabotaging his brother’s newfound sobriety the night before his father was due to announce who would be taking over the company post his upcoming retirement. finally, he’s at the top, where he belongs, in charge of a multimillion dollar company, with little care for who he had to step on to get there.

family:

ward pruitt (father)

sabine pruitt (mother)

pierce pruitt (older brother, age 29)

peter pruitt (younger brother, age 17)

paisley pruitt (younger sister, age 16)

wanted connections:

older brother (m) - they've never been particularly close, but i'm assuming things would have only gotten worse after preston stole his ceo title (regardless of whether or not the brother actually knows the reasoning behind it yet)

ride or die (m/f/nb) - best friend, lowkey would love a sebastian/kathryn from cruel intentions kind of vibe (fully platonic or otherwise) but definitely open to other dynamics for sure!

frat brother (m) - he went to yale university; i don't have any sort of specific/actually existing fraternity in mind, it would just be a fictional one, definitely snobby, old money, legacy vibes (ik the odds of another muse already in play here having also attended yale/at the same time as preston/& could be in the same frat as him are pretty low so i'll most likely be sending a wanted connection into the main for this one, but just in case anyone was already thinking about bringing in another muse or hasn't fully fleshed out your character's educational backstory just yet, i figured i'd put this here!)

& friends with benefits, hookups (as in, fwb without the friendship), friends in general, family friends, exes, cousins, gym buddies, clients (those he's done business with in the past / potentially an influencer who has some sort of ongoing deal with the company?), next-door neighbor, rivals, enemies, ex-friends, one night-stand gone wrong, unknown half-sibling, younger siblings (down for changing their ages to make them work as playable muses here!), - all pretty self explanatory, and all open to muses of any gender ! i'm also more than down for filling any connections you guys are seeking / stuff not listed here !

taken connections:

everett finch - frenemies with benefits

imara gill - unlikely friends/drinking buddies

noa barclay - ride or die

sebastian guerra - one-sided (preston's side) rivalry

victoire grimaldi - fake friendship (preston feigns warmth towards her out of fear of pissing off a member of royalty)

wesley levine - ex-friend/one night stand gone wrong

zaire solace - preston takes advantage of his generosity and uses him as a makeshift personal assistant

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1-Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Short fic, between 2-5k, that works on its own but usually sits in a much larger universe lurking in my brain. part angst part comfort part comedy :3 sticking to one style is kind of exhausting and feels weird to me so i don't usually write like pure angst or pure fluff or what have you

7-Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

from Phoenix-

The first shot burns nicely going down. It's always a toss-up whether the alcohol will push back the waves of fury boiling in him like seawater meeting lava flow, or if it'll just add fuel to the fire. Sometimes it'll only round off the sharp edges of the feeling and leave the buzzing sensation of static behind it completely untouched.

this one took me a long time to write as a more personal piece. there's not a whole lot that's in Sharkface's power he can do to get the closure he wants, but i wanted him to have something.

i put in 2 snips so readmore time lol

8-Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

from Instructions Unclear -

"Hey Mikey, I’m done fixing Freckles! Go on, Freckles!”

Mini-Freckles took a few stompy steps away from where Loco set him on the floor and looked up at Caboose.

“Freckles! You’re all better now!” Caboose shouted happily.

“Freckles, activate… SUPER POWERS!” Loco yelled, raising his fists into the air.

“AFFIRMATIVE.” Jets set into his feet activated and lifted Mini-Freckles off of the ground. Caboose’s mouth fell open in awe.

“OH... MY... GOD! FRECKLES CAN FLY?! WASH ARE YOU LOOKING?! WASH! WASH!!-- Oh wait he’s at the doctor’s. I HAVE TO RECORD THIS FOR WASHINGTON!”

Caboose crammed his helmet onto his head and turned on the camera as Freckles flew around in circles, encouraged by Loco’s whooping and yelling.

"FRECKLES!! CAN YOU DO A LOOP-DEE-LOOP?" Freckles sailed around in a loop, and the crowd went wild.

it continues to crack me up even though this piece is years old at this point. I'm happy with the excitement that comes through and I think I nailed everyone's voices. We really truly were robbed of Caboose and Loco being besties forever but you see, I fixed it, so now they are :)

(Also since u are not an rvb guy i am adding a 20's sam and luka bit :3) writing Sam + Sandy for the Prohibition au is good fun, I'm just not sure if I'm keeping all the scenes I have since I'm trying to rewrite you know. But here's one I'm fond of-

"Is she not…?"

"Married?" Sam offered. "Nah. Poor bastard got bumped off by that nasty flu pandemic right after the kid was born."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Thanks. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy, really." The tone sounded oddly harsh, and there was a short silence after that.

"Buuuut, since the position's vacant, if you were interested in applying I guess I could put in a good word for ya."

Luka stared at him, bewildered. The reproach did not diminish Sam's sunny, expectant smile. "You're… trying to set me up with your sister? Really?"

"Why not? You're a nice, handsome young man! And she won't have to lie about her employment to ya either," Sam added out of the corner of his mouth.

Sam's mouth is always half full of lies and the doublespeak he and Sandy employ is challenging but so much fun to write ^^

13-What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Honestly I think it's the "bracket and leave it" so you don't lose your flow. "So and so came from <city> in <large country>" sort of thing where you just leave a spot to fill in later so you don't go chasing a 20 hour research rabbit hole instead of writing!

the hard part is going back to fill those holes in tho ><