#like a psychic bitch slap

[quilveor]

I finished Chicory

it's such a good game omg.

also every time I saw Kiwi out and about singing I just smiled more.

Go play Wandersong AND Chicory.

And Beastieball. It's not out yet but there's a demo.

Wishes Ultd. are masters of the craft.

[auspectris]

some half-named characters

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hate That I Love You

adam x insecure!tsundere(ithink) GNreader

Summary: You’ve been Lutes friend for a long while, and occasionally you ran into Adam; after finding out about the extermination thanks to him, you become a three party group. Except you can’t accept liking Adam, him being obnoxious and egotistical, you pretend you hate him. That blows up in your face.

Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, angst ish, hurt/comfort i think, insecurities around strength (mental and/or physical), implied but never confirmed virgin reader, readers looks get insulted nothing intense nor specific, descriptive panic attack/fainting, reader throws an object at adam’s head, NO YN, GN, No alluding to or mention of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour. oh possibly OOC adam idk, not proofread so sorry luvs, I think that’s it if not let me know! enjoy :3

Word count: 2K

Your index finger sat atop the straw sitting in your drink, moving it around the glass as you mindlessly listened as Adam ranted to you and Lute, mostly Lute, about Charlie Morningstar. You weren’t an exorcist- no, you actually didn’t know about the exterminations at all…up until recently. Thanks to one of Adam’s childish outbursts, you had a long night with Lute explaining the whole situation to you. Now you were sworn to secrecy, and conversations of the madness that the extermination were and everything they came with, AKA Charlie.

Adam wasn’t ever your buddy, he was just someone who shamelessly attached himself to Lute's hip; but you put up with it because of your good friendship with Lute. Now, he’s somehow weaselled his way into believing you were part of this weird “team” purely based off of association.

“I mean who does this long horned, pointy teeth, pussy mucher think she is?!” Adam screamed slamming his hands against the table, you rolled your eyes at him and his stupid antics. “You’re one to talk,” You replied, his eyes snapping toward you. “You’ve got both horns and teeth. Why don’t you take that funky band mask off anyways?”

Scoffing he rolled his neck side to side. “Because this is my job, my persona, how’re people gonna recognize me without it!? Duh, dumb bitch.” Muttering the insult quickly, he leaned his cheek on his palm and went back to sucking his drink.

“With all due respect sir, this is really bad news, we can’t let Charlie persuade Sera.” Lute piped up, her mask discarded showing the genuine emotion on her face. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was a friend, someone she was in love with, an annoying brother-like figure, or just her lazy ass boss. Maybe all of the above.

Which is probably one of the reasons you kept your tiny little crush on Adam to yourself. He was cruel to you anyways, always comparing you to someone faster, funnier, stronger, hotter at least that’s what you told yourself. Instead you chose to be more of a bitch back, acting as disgusted and disinterested as you could, especially when Lute was around as she could sniff out a lie like some psychic canine.

“Yeah, duh Lute i fucking know that. You think I've been jerking off this whole time! No, eyes, ears focused, I haven't cum in days.” He whined, throwing his head back. Lute only scoffed glancing over at you slumped back in your seat barely sipping your drink, eyes casted downward. “You don’t have to be here for this kind of talk,” Lute started saying, her hand inching across the table to yours, but she was stopped by Adam once more leaning forward, gloved palms slapping against the table.

“The fuck are you saying Lute!? We get another fucker in this circle and you wanna cast her out. Un-fucking-believeable. It’s like you want Charlie to win.” Throwing a napkin at Adam, Lute slid her hand away from you. “They’re not even an exorcist Adam, you’re the fuck head who got them in on exterminations!”

“No i didn’t, they walked in on a private conversation.” Eyebrows knitted together you lurched forward, anger fueling you. “Oh piss off Adam, how many times are we gonna go over this stupid situation! I’m not your fucking friend, i’m not ‘in’ on it, i’m here for Lute and you won’t fucking leave!”

Adam had a bored expression on his face while you ranted, unfazed by anything you’d said. Lute however bit her lip clasping her hands together. In a fight between her boss slash friend, and her friend, she didn’t know what to do. “You always have your nose up in Lute's business, it’s so annoying. Lute’s my man, okay she works for me! Guess who comes first in this business chica? Not you.” Adam mocked sticking his tongue out at you.

Standing you picked up your cup whipping it at Adam’s head, he dodge it easily, but your emotionally fueled violence made you quickly regretful as both Adam’s and Lutes eyes looked at you questioningly. You’d never really lost your shit before, and this wasn’t the worst Adam has said, so they were a little confused at your outburst, yourself included.

“Listen, Adam, I’m-“ Before you could finish Adam keeled over, laughing maniacally as you watched. After a few short laughter filled moments, Adam straightened, elbows on the table, hands hammocking his chin as he smiled up at you.

“Got some bite in you for sure huh babe, ha! I’m not surprised, honestly when i saw you i was like ‘this bitch has a face made for hell’, you probably got up here cause you were unfuckable so, like, virgin. Oh! Oh! That makes so much fucking sense dude! Ha! Bummer, I could smell the weak loser on ya, didn’t I tell ya danger tits?” Adam questioned head turned toward Lute after his animated, and very condescending speech.

Lute only looked down, not responding. Meanwhile you were horrified, you’d always felt a little less than Lute, after all she carried out holy duties, ones that you hadn’t fully known up until recently, so hearing Adam say the same things you thought of yourself, shattered you. Your face felt hot as tears gathered on the waterline of your eyes. You didn’t belong here, you said it for the longest time everyone here was mindless optimist zombies, Lute was your only lifeline, and for a few months you suppose-Adam.

You never hated him, but it’s clear he’s only fond of Lute. You’re the intruder, you’re the odd one. Clenching your fists you didn’t even bother with a come back, you slid out from your table booking it to the door. Tears unwillingly slid down your cheeks, your chest heaving as your throat closed silencing whatever weep dared to exit your throat.

You could hear Lute calling after you but you genuinely didn’t want to be followed by her, you were embarrassed; the last thing you wanted was the strong exorcist coming to witness you crumble. Throwing the door to the building open your wings sprung out on reflex, and after a few quick steps you took off. You couldn’t quite see, or breathe for that matter. Your mind lagged behind you, replaying the moments in your head that matched up to Adam’s insults.

You blinked rapidly as you attempted to focus on the clouds beneath you and breeze around you, but you couldn’t. You choked once more, your stomach convulsing inward causing you to gasp, a sob violently escaping you as you rocketed toward whatever surface you could find. Suddenly you hit something solid, stunning your flight and causing you to spin down, plummeting. As you fell, the breeze stabbed you as you cut into it, your wings sagging and loosely flailing above you, it felt so calm and freeing you didn’t feel the will to stop.

By the grace of god, however, you were caught and roughly smacked against the chest of someone, their arms clutching you tightly. You barely heard a ‘gotcha’ before your vision tunnelled, stomach flipped and you lost consciousness.

——

Waking slowly, your eyes stung the moment they opened, nearly watering at the blinding white that invaded them. Willing yourself to rise, you lazily scanned the room you laid in. A living room, coloured with yellows, creams and whites, it was, in all honesty, way too much. A large portrait of a man with a woman, meticulously scrapped out, hung above the fireplace. You’d never seen this man ever before, and the woman was too scratched out to get any idea on who it was. Suppose these people never existed as it was a painting, but there was something about the man that captivated you so deeply.

“Look who finally rose, sleeping bitchy.” You immediately felt sick, turning your head unsurprised to see Adam standing there smugly. You frowned deeply, it felt nearly impossible to twist your mouth in such a way, but there was no hiding your distaste in seeing the angel. “Why am I here, Adam.” You say scaldingly, eyes closed attempting to shield yourself from whatever foul look took over his face. “Well after your little shit show, a little over dramatic by the way, Lute left to find you, and I went for a fly. Then suddenly minding my own business I see you tryna play asteroid! Then when I caught you, your dumbass went out.”

Sighing loudly you pulled your hand down your face. “Please, admit Lute put you up to it.” Slamming a glass of water down on the table along with a platter of fruit, including oranges, pomegranates and mangos, Adam grunted moving his hand to sit on his hips. “The fuck she did, she’s not getting the praise for this one.” You looked up at him and then down at the fruit and drink on the side table just to your right, you nodded at it. “What’s this?”

You barely whispered out. Blowing air out threw his lips effectively raspberryingring the air, he shrugged. “Stuff for you, duh, you’re like sick or something right?” You nearly smiled at that, you’d never had Adam have that reaction. Quite the array of fruit as well, carefully you picked up a few pieces of orange, as well as mango that had a toothpick sticking up from them you munched down. You hummed, watching like a hawk as Adam walked across from you and sat on the other couch.

“How long was i out?” You questioned after swallowing, gulping down some water feeling the soothing sensation on your raw throat. “Maybe thirty minutes, not long. I texted Lute, I told her you were with me, safe.” That made you pause, you gazed up at him from the bowl of pomegranates you started digging into. “What? Why didn’t she come?” Adam huffed, throwing his hands behind his head and leaned back. “Because I told her not to.” Your mouth fell open eyes wide.

“Why thee holy fuck, would you tell her not to come?” Sitting up straighter you swung your legs over the side, sitting properly instead of lounging. Adam wouldn’t meet your gaze drifting off to the left and right. “Fucking… fuck!” He exclaimed almost in what sounded like exhaustion. Watching him closely, you waited as he seemed to have an inner debate with himself. Then swiftly he gripped his face and ripped off his mask.

The face you were met with was like a punch in the gut, yeah he could be compared to men you’ve seen in your lifetime probably at a gas station or cheap bar, but it was Adam. The man you’ve been trying so hard to hate, getting into cussing battles, throwing insults at each other that rolled off the back, occasionally praising each other's insults, forcing yourself to loathe him when you both kinda knew it wasn’t and now it was real. You got to look in his gold eyes, the dark thick lashes accentuating the uniqueness of his eye colour, the chin hair that crawled just under his chin -which you never expected him to have-, his tousled brown hair, thick eyebrows one eyebrow pierced - also a shock to you-.

He looked like the asshole he was, and it made you fucking sick. Trying so hard to hate him had come to this? Him unmasking himself after saving you? Cruel, you wanted to hate him, get over him not know that all he said about him being the hottest, the dickmaster, pussypounder-whatever, was probably true, that he’s hot. You were embarrassed to feel the nasty hum of jealousy claw at you when you could see the woman in the painting in your peripheral, that was obviously him, with some woman. He was wanted, and taken before.

Flicking his tongue over his lips you caught a glimpse of a tongue piercing because of course the pretty boy would get whatever he wanted without worrying about rules. He shuffled nervously biting his lip as you eyed him shamelessly, which to him was judgemental, his nerves suddenly making him feel sweaty. “Why?” You ask breathily, you were too enchanted to care how he perceived that however. His eyes properly met yours, your legs crossed subconsciously at the zap you felt just by a look.

“Youre fucking dumb you know that? You think I hang with Lute when you’re around because Lute’s there?!” Adam stood after the exclamation, his eyes shooting around the room, hands flying to his hair. “I can’t fucking do this a third time! Fuck!” Tossing a vase across the room you watched unfazed by the sudden explosion, after all this was your thing too.

“I only go round Lute like that because you’re there dumbass, i tried easing up on you; just like Lute said! But you, oh noooo little bitch, just had to be so fucking bratty.” Standing over you sneering, you made no attempts to move, not genuinely scared of his anger but instead, perhaps, a little aroused. You in a way understood where his frustrations came from anyway, you in a sense felt the same way. Might be why you lost it earlier, the yearning had gotten too real, and he seemed so focused on Charlie.

“I am so disgustingly attracted to you, not even in a sex way! And I know how to deal with that a lot better.” Swinging his hand out sassily, he smirked to himself. Plopping next to you he rested his cheek on his hand, elbows rested on his legs. Plucking an orange from the table you watched him eat it, juice moistening his lips. “You think i’d peel fruit, save, house and give water to some broad I genuinely hated? No, stupid.”

Laughing dryly, you looked up away from Adam’s intense gaze. You smiled, eyes falling from the ceiling to your lap. “God i fucking hate you,” Adam’s face looked horrified, opening his mouth to speak, you stopped him grabbing his cheeks and pulling into a searing hot kiss. Your lips crashed against each others’ lazily but passionately, opened mouthed and slightly sloppy. It was slow however, a kiss that wasn’t just a kiss, neither of you wanted to haste past such a moment, such emotion. Adam’s arms wrapped around your hips nudging you forward, understanding the message you moved in closer, your body’s pressing against each other as much as you could from the seated position on the couch.

You dug your fingers into his hair, brainlessly playing with different strands as your tongues slid along one another’s without care, tasting the orange he just ate presently on his lips and to tongue. It felt heavenly being up against him, Adam smelt so good, he was so warm and you could feel how badly he wanted this. His body jittered, his hands gripping you like you’d disappear if he loosened. Pulling away and looking at Adam, he made no effort to move eyes still closed like trying to etched this memory in his mind. You hummed lovingly, brushing hair away from his forehead. “You’re a dumb bitch.” He whispered raspily, opening his eyes, although not by much as they lidded with lust.

You smirked at him brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. “I know. You too.”

[ccscocoapuffs]

Mark Hoffman NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Mark is rather complex when it comes to aftercare. He definitely has to have strong trust in you to let his guard down and show you the softer side to truly care for you. The way he does this though is mostly through pulling you into his chest and gently playing in your hair. It's lowkey a head cannon of mine that Mark likes to fidget (ILL EXPLAIN THIS IN A UPCOMING POST!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Mark loves his hands, I mean after all they do all his work. They allow him to pleasure you, caress you, and his personal favorite finger you. Marks an ass man....need I say more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Mark doesn't really like super messy, He prefers to simply cum inside you. He would never admit it but he has a thing for watching it drip outta you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Mark secretly enjoys when you're a brat. Despite how rough he can be with punishments and how he wants you to follow his rules like a good little pet, he loves when you brat. It excites him for what he knows is about to come.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Mark definitely has experience, He knows exactly how to make you cum over and over again just with his fingers. Mark is also quick to adapt to what his partner likes, aka he's a quick leaner for each individual he's been with. ( *cough* Strahm *cough*)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Mark's favorite is doggy style without a doubt. He loves that he can not only pull your hips into him as fast as he wants but he can pull your hair, slap your ass, reach around and choke you....what more could you ask for.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Mark keeps it serious. I mean for starters its mark has anyone seen the man so much as smile? He's a serious guy and he likes it that way. Plus sex is kind of his way to get relief from a rough day or from being pissed off from whoever has done it this time. He uses sex as his release both psychical and mental, hence the seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Mark takes pride in his appearance, he keeps it trimmed down and presentable. The carpet definitely matches the drapes, Mark has Dark brown pubes that are the same as his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Mark actually can be kind of romantic at times. Now don't get your hopes up he isn't the rose petals and champagne kind of guy. But he may light a few candles and start things off really slow and sensual. However he's still gonna rip your clothes off you and absolutely rail you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Mark usually doesn't have the time. He stays super busy with work, both at the police department and with John. When he gets some free time he isn't gonna waste it on masturbating, He has you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) KINKY BITCH. Bdsm, choking, Daddy kink, spanking, and spit, just to name a few. Mark always keeps it interesting that's for sure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) His office, Mark loves when you come to visit him and he gets to bend you over his desk and take what he wants. Mark also has a soft spot for fucking on his bed, he likes the comfortability of a familiar place and the privacy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Mark Likes it when you wear skirts or dresses. He especially loves it if you don't wear panties with them. Nothing turns him on more than the thought that people are looking and he gets to show them you're all his. Whether it be by him keeping his hand on your waist all the time or from the other officers talking about the moans that come from his office when you are visiting him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that involves you getting involved with Jigsaw. Mark doesn't want John to take advantage of you and use you as leverage against Mark. His biggest fear is losing you too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Now hear me out here, I feel like Mark actually likes giving. He loves burying his face into you and moaning against you so you can get off on the vibrations from him being so fucking turned on by you. He eats pussy like a god 100%. However, he prefers receiving. He wants to fuck your fac though, he likes to be in control and use your throat for his gain.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Mark is always ROUGH. It's his only setting, he loves sensual kissing though. He wants to slowly suck on your collarbones, nip your neck just a little, then flip you around and fuck you into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Mark doesn't really like quickies but sometimes its want you got to do. As mentioned before he loves fucking you on his desk, He loves that spot the most especially for quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Mark doesn't really experiment, he knows what he likes and he likes sticking to it. However he does love risky teasing in public, like slipping his finger into you while you're out for dinner or making you keep him warm while he's talking to another officer in his office.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Mark can go for about 3-4 rounds depending on the day he's had. If he's had a rough day and he's tired you're looking at a quick fuck. If he's had a stressful day, boy are you gonna be there awhile.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Mark is on the fence about toys. He for sure uses his handcuffs and he likes use Anal plugs on you (if you let him). Though he doesn't really like dildos or vibrators, you're his, only he gets to control your pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) EXTREMELY unfair. Mark gets off on teasing you, he wants to get you all worked up till the point you are begging for him to take you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Mark isn't very loud, he mostly just grunts ands groans. When he cums he tends to be louder and let out a deep moan as he buries his face in your neck.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He keeps a sexy picture of you clipped to the visor in hi patrol car. It's for when he works late nights, all he has to do is look up and take in how sexy your body is and how he get to go home and have you all to himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Mark is about 6 inches in length, He's very thick though. It's something he prides himself on, how much he stretches you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Medium, Mark can be either really chill or really horny. It really just depends what he's feeling.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Mark doesn't fall asleep quicky after sex, he's usually up for at least an hour afterwards. That's if he has time to lay down with you and fall asleep. He wants to pull you close and hold you for a bit before he falls asleep. He would never say it but he wants to make sure you are safe and comfortable, hence why he keeps an eye on you for a bit.

[redheartedtramp]

KA-DON!

Jaune: *pins Weiss to a tree*

Weiss: Ooh, Jaune~ You're being so direct today. Did something happen?

Jaune: I just thought you'd like this kind of thing.

Jaune: *proceeds to grip Weiss' chin and tilts her head up* Do you?

Weiss: Ooh, I definitely like this.

As the two get closer, there is a loud clearing of the throat. Both of them look over their shoulder to see Ruby.

Weiss: ....Ruby, do you, uh, mind? We're-

Jaune: *jumps off of Weiss and starts running*

Weiss: J-Jaune?!

Jaune: Nononononononono-

Ruby pulls out a dart gun and shoots it at Jaune's neck, causing him to fall over. His aura flashes and then shatters as Jaune convulses and screams.

Weiss: Jaune! Ruby, what are you doing?!

Jaune: You fucking bitch! You crazy fucking-

Ruby: *pulls out a collapsable scythe that is not Crescent Rose and she dashes at Jaune, then casually lops his head off* That's another one.

Weiss: Ruby?! What the fuuuuuuuuuu-?! *clutches her head as she falls to her knees* Wh...what's going on?!

Ruby: Don't worry, you're just going through Psychic Shock. Your brain will catch up in a minute.

Weiss: RUBY, WHAT IS THIS?! WHY DID YOU CALL JAUNE?!

Ruby: He wasn't Jaune.

Weiss: ...WHAT?!

Ruby: Well, not your Jaune. Just like how I'm not your Ruby.

Weiss: YOU'RE NOT MAKING SEN-

Weiss then sees a memory of Jaune carrying her through the woods when she broke her leg. Then, the memory goes up in flames as the memory erases itself.

Weiss: W-wha...what was that?

Ruby?: That's the Psychic Shock. Those false memories are being erased from your mind.

Weiss: False memories?

Ruby?: You see, Weiss, this is not your Jaune. This Jaune is part of a cabal of Multiversal Jaunes. They're variants of a 'True Jaune', the dorky, try-hard, endearing man who wants to be a hero. These Jaunes, who we call 'Jaune Parasites' because they all have implanted themselves with a psychic parasite. It feeds on their aura, which they can produce plenty of, and they use their psychic powers to implant false memories into others in an attempt to insert themselves either into the lives of others or insert themselves deeper and make themselves more important.

Weiss: But...why?

Ruby?: To conquer. Mostly so they can have any woman, or women, they want in large, multiverse-level harems. It's humorous in a way, since conquering multiple universes are almost a secondary goal to them.

Weiss: Then...what are you?

Ruby?: Oh, right. I'm Ruby Rose. Or, well, not your Ruby. I'm Ruby-837.

Weiss: You're the 837th Ruby?

Ruby-837: Actually, my serial number is Ruby 837-93 GAMMA, but let's keep this simple.

Weiss: Then...is the Jaune I know...you know...

Ruby-837: Dead? No. He's in a broom closet on the second floor.

Weiss: Oh my God, how long has he been in there?! Days?! Weeks?! Months?!

Ruby-837: About 20 minutes.

Weiss: ...Oh.

Ruby-837: Come on, Weiss. Keep up. Psychic parasites. They implant a lifetime's worth of memories into your head. Though, it's good I caught this early. Your Jaune would've been infected with the parasite and made into another 'alpha male stud' to start trying to conquer other universes.

Weiss: That's horrible!

Ruby-837: Yeah. The fact he was knocked out though at least means this is a decent Jaune. So, you know, if you have any actual feelings for him, then he's clean.

Ruby's wrist starts beeping.

Ruby-837: Oh, gotta go. Got a Code Gold going on. It's a pretty big deal. *takes her scythe and cuts open a portal* Have a good life, Weiss.

Weiss: Wait! I have one more question!

Ruby-837: ...Alright, but make it fast. I've got a multi-dimensional tyrant to stop.

Weiss: ...What...what happened to your Jaune? Did he go bad?

Ruby-837: *giggles* Weiss, Jaunes don't go bad. *she pulls up her blouse and shows multiple scars around her torso. There's a burn mark in the shape of Jaune's crest under her ribs* Some are just more selfish than others.

Weiss: Oh my God!

Ruby-837: *lowers her shirt* Your Jaune is a good one. So even if you don't slap a ring on him, make sure he stays a good man. I'd hate to have to come back and cut 'em down. *leaves through the portal*

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

uhm okay this is devastating and I read it in Voldemort's and Harry's voices at different lines and overall what the fuck is this poem. it sounds like an excerpt from a harrymort fic. Old English Anglo-Saxon poetry goes hard, mayhaps??? The author of this is actually a harrymort shipper who got reincarnated into the body of an old english Anglo-Saxon poet. Harrymort is canon and was predicted by a writer many many moons ago.

"I lived inside you, I could not get out of you, I was enclosed in flesh, and your sinful pleasures oppressed me, so that very often it seemed to me that it was going to be thirty thousand years till the day you died. I waited all the time, with difficulty, for our separation. Certainly the end of it is not so good now! You were puffed up with your feasting and full of wine, you raved in your power; and I was thirsty for God's body, the soul's drink. So you never considered, here in this life, never since I had to live in you in the world, that you had been conceived violently by flesh and by sinful pleasures, but that you were upheld by me - and I was the spirit sent into you by God. You never saved me from these cruel torments of hell, because of the pleasure of your desires. You will have to suffer shame at my humiliation on that great day when the only-begotten summons all the human race. You are no more popular as a companion to any living man, to your mother or your father or any of your relatives, than the black raven is, not since I went away out of you, alone, by the hand of him by whom I had been sent. Your red ornaments cannot get you out of here now, nor gold nor silver nor any of your goods, not your wife's ring nor your rich house nor any of the goods that you once possessed. But here your stripped bones will have to wait, their sinews torn off; and your soul will often have to seek you out - against my own will - and say foul things to you, just as you did them to me."

Soul and Body I

[phlurrii]

I cannot sleep and I am curious about your take on this random conundrum I am faced with that I was wondering your take on because I love how you are able to depict dynamic movement and action in your art and animations.

So, I absolutely LOVE it when the typically cutesy being that is Mew is depicted as a feral godly beast and I am so utterly in love with Meau’s truly powerful design. An absolute apex predator. However, my brain is hung up on a frustrating detail. If they weren’t floating everywhere all the time how would they like… prowl? Or chase down something. They’ve got these nubby little arms and these looooong legs.

Like. I’m trying SO hard to imagine something that could anatomically work because as eery as floating can be there’s something satisfying about feeling in the weight of a creature through its gait. But all I can picture with their body shape is…hopping. Just a murderous psychic kangaroo cat god bounding towards something but like…It’s kind of silly? I’m sure irl that would probably be absolutely terrifying to see a kangaroo bouncing at you with malicious intent but… it’s hard to picture it as an intimidating movement.

The slow predatory prowl or the fast thumps of heavy clawed paws of something huge and large sharp teeth that quadrupeds have is so a satisfying in a heart racing way. I WANT a Mew or Mew-ish creature to be able to have that vibe while connected to the earth that but then I look at those LONG footers and nub paws and I…I’m left feeling like it’s not possible.

Even for Meau like…their arm to leg ratio…I don’t think it’s possible to run on all 4s. Naruto-run sure. Absolutely. All the mews and twos can Naruto run and kangaroo-hop with them leggies…but none of them move with the “tiger on the hunt in the forest” vibes. I want to make something close to that but I keep making something too permanently quadrupedal in anatomy.

Sorry for the tired brain rambling I just my brain won’t let me sleep because of it’s “How would Meau run down their prey on foot” thoughts sending me in a spiral.

You see- you see, I have the same. Exact, brain worms. Constantly.

When I made the Ancient mew, I wanted something feral, a physical threat. That happens to be psychically able to obliterate you as a side treat. In my earliest comics, I tried so hard to demonstrate she was a power house, so much so her mega evolution is entirely just… that. A massive, wall of steel. Meau tore those scientists limb from limb, literally, with her jaw. Even in mew form, she bitch slapped a nidoking with her tail and kangaroo kicked a persian. She could’ve just shadowballed them, sure, but I want that weight. That feral energy, that sense of an unstoppable force, meeting an immovable object, except it’s just one cat and they are about to flatten you.

As her design has clearly evolved, I’ve tried to make alterations that fit this feeling, that vibe of apex predator no matter the size. She’s larger then average because she’s a threat, she’s more muscular because she’s a threat, her tail is thicker, packed with said muscle because she’s a threat, her front paws are meaty and girthy because She’s. A. Threat. Her entire mega evolution is just amping up that primal energy of raw, unadulterated strength. That’s why I made it, it was my first freaking thought after I designed her XD

I was actually caught between animating a younger Meau acting like a mew or an current Meau acting like a threat. I went with younger Meau cuz we don’t see a lot of her and she’s about to come up with Noe’s arc. So if you sent me this lovely and viciously relatable brain dump 3 days ago, I probably would’ve swayed to animate feral meau XD

But, to answer your question, yes. She can absolutely hunt you down on all fours and disembowel you with her jaw, she is that untamed, wild concentration that kills with a sleek efficiency fellow gods fear. And! At the end of our current arc we’ll finally get that secondary typing reveal I’ve had planned since April XD

[noeasyisnoisy]

‼️TBB EP 10 & 11 SPOILERS BELOW CUT‼️

ep 10

who tf are these people

ykw good for you emerie

ARE WE FINALLY GONNA KNOW WHAT THE EMPIRE IS DOING

“YOUR responsibility” hemlock is setting her up for something 

kids?

OH MY FUCKING GOD ITS INQUISITORS I THINK

omg those poor kids :(

why is bro smirking like that HELP

oh my god they’re gonna take that child.

BANE AGAIN??

poor baby omg MY HEART

i have a soft spot for kids i’m sorry 

EVA IS ADORABLE

“when i’ll be going home.. can you find out for me?” IM IN PUBLIC IM GONNA START CRYING STOP

i don’t trust this green kid

CALLED IT

omg he just wants to go home IM GOING TO SOB

“i was following protocol” = “good soldiers follow orders”

why did i know his name would be jax

am i psychic or have we heard it before and i’m js forgetting

nala se 💔

“there is nothing i can do” YES THERE IS BE SO FR

NO NOT TARKIN 

ngl i’m kinda surprised tarkin doesn’t know abt the project

OH MY GOD

PHEE

NO

omg what if (if he’s tech) she snaps him out of it.

“how many others like this have you captured?” oh honey you have no idea

i can’t stop thinking about the baby and his mother and THIS IS REALLY SAD

DID THEY KILL JAX???

“we just wanna go home” STOP.

SHE KEPT THE HAY LULA

AND GAVE IT TO EVA

SHE KEPT THE HAY LULA AND GAVE IT TO EVA!!!!

i’m rooting for you emerie

ep 11

where are we

PHEE!!

oh my god phee. (i remembered the convo w maybe tech)

IS THIS A TRAP

ITS A TRAP

I CALLED IT

PHEE WATCH OUT

i’m trying so hard not to get up my hopes that it’s tech rn.

what did he grab 🤨

tbb’s location or smth maybe??

SHE KNOWS

sneaky bitch

maybe tech’s ship reminds me of padmé’s ship a bit

not exactly but kinda similar? maybe it’s js the general shape

PABU

NO

pabu’s gonna be gone

NO THE CADETS

oh god are they gonna leave right before pabu’s attacked 

TECHS GOGGLES.

GET OUT

STOP

AND LULA

OH MY GOD

i’m currently bawling my eyes out

notice how the island is completely in the dark

god i love lighting

HUNTER KNOWS

NO HE SEES HER

OMG NO

WRECKER KNOWS

holy fucking shit.

HOLY SHIT

HE BETTER BE ALIVE

IF THEY KILLED HIM ISTG

CAN I NOT CRY FOR TWO SECONDS

hunter knows

HOLY FUCK

I KNEW IT

PABUS GOING DOWN

ok this music slaps though

maybe tech feels like tech but the voice (accent, tone, everything) is SO different

my heart hurts omg

OMEGA SWEETIE NO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT

“i’ve barely done anything yet” first of all BE SO FR second yep oahu is a goner

ok but protective crosshair hits different every time

BATCHER STOP

if they kill batcher.

OH THANK GOD HES ALIVE

JENNIFER YOU SCARED ME.

why was hunter taking out that trooper kinda..

EAT HUNTER

GOD HES HOT

maybe tech no. 

STOP

omgomgomgogmogmg

HES ALIVE BUT IM STILL SOBBING JESUS

I NEED TO CALM DOWN

OMEGA YOU ARE NOT GETTING CAPTURED

STOP IT.

she’s smart but it’s too risky

she’s grown up so much holy shit

“then you never should’ve come here in the first place” I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA KILL EVERYONE OMG

crosshair your hand better not start shaking.

HIS NOISE

HIS SIGNATURE NOISE

IN THE MUSIC

ITS BACK (it might’ve been back for a while but i didn’t notice it)

THANK GOD HUNTER

WET HAIR HUNTER⁉️⁉️⁉️

IM TOO HURT TO APPRECIATE FULLY THOUGH

update: i rewatched and that hair is NOT wet 😔

BATCHER!!!!!

oh my god hunter’s gonna be PISSED

i’m crying again

NONONO

HUNTER SAVE CROSS NOW.

NO

NO

NO

NO

omega what do you know

is she meditating

THE FORCE???

IS SHE GONNA TAP IN AND TELL THEM BC IDK WHAT ELSE THEYD DO

ok so my final thoughts are i am HURT and still crying WHAT THE FUCK JENNIFER

[thechaoticplayer]

hellllllo I am back yet again with another request because that was toooooooooooo good Do you mind doing a smut story about Ukimama and his harem? I feel like it would be fun to read lmao

Totally ok if you don’t feel like taking it up tho 💜 love your work 💜💜💜

Authors note: I got you bruv finally getting to this days later bc I forgot how to write a plot Summary: Uki and his beloved harem decide to hang out at the bar. However, Shoto gets jealous of Fufu-chan because he keeps hogging all of Uki-mama's attention that bitch Contains: tipsy guys flirting, suggestive content, alcohol, is a story that contains some sexual content 🔞 kinda short bc wtf am I doing again Pairing: Top!Uki Violeta x Bottom!Shoto (since I did Psyborg last time and also I want an excuse to make ukimama a top) Minors dni or dont idgaf

Uki laughs, a melodious sound as he props his chin on his hand. Club music plays in the background and chatter is all around them. His eyes sparkle playfully. "Oh? Fufu-chan, you're too cute."

"That may be so, but you're much cuter, Ukiki," Fulgar replies smoothly, a finger tracing the rim of his shot glass. The three sit at the bar, the bartenders whirling around and mixing drinks with ease.

"I feel like I'm third wheeling," Shoto laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

"You are," Fulgar practically chirps, winking at Shoto.

"Don't be a bitch," Uki reprimands gently, slapping Fulgar's arm affectionately. "I enjoy being with you both equally."

"yeah, jackass," Shoto retorts. The two males stop punching each other's arm, honestly just being men and it makes Uki laugh. It was cute how the two of them fight for Uki's attention every time they hang out. He watches them with a smile on his lips.

"Let's settle this. I bet Uki likes being with me more!" Fulgar takes Uki's hand, gently pulling him to his feet. Uki, surprised, lets him. "Let's dance, Ukiki!"

"Dance?" Uki echoes, a bit nervous. "I guess I can drop it down low but-"

Fulgar pulls Uki close, an arm wrapped around Uki's waist. "Oh, I bet you can."

"Hey!" Shoto calls as Fulgar guides the Psychic to the dance floor. The demon slayer grumbles, "This cocksucker." He swigs another drink, slams it down on the table and pushes past the dancing masses to follow them.

Fulgar is dancing like an absolute lunatic and even doing the Robot. Uki relaxes with a giggle, going with the flow of the upbeat music. He looks up at Fulgar who gazes down at him with soft eyes with his shit-eating grin.

It seemed like the world zoomed in on just these two, the Psychic and the Cyborg.

That is, until the Demon Slayer entered the picture.

A hand catches Uki's wrist and drags him elsewhere. Uki glances to see who it, about ready to bitch slap the person who thought I was a good idea to interrupt. He paused, realizing it was Shoto, brows furrowed and a slight pout to his lips.

'Oh?' Uki thinks, a smirk curling. 'Someone's jealous.'

Shoto drags him to a couch and plops down, tugging on Uki's sleeve. Uki obediently sits next to him, crossing his legs and turning to Shoto, eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Shoto mutters, refusing to look Uki in the eye. "I didn't want to be by myself."

"So you dragged me away from Fulgar?" Uki knew better, since he was a Psychic and all.

"He's not even that cool anyway," Shoto argues, finally looking at Uki. His facial expression screamed 'Jealousy!' Uki found it absolutely adorable, nodding at Shoto with a low 'mhm.' "Motherfucker thinks hes so much better! Smug asshole. I'm a way better-" He shuts himself up.

"You're a way better what?" Uki presses, tilting his head with a smirk.

"Nothing, nothing." He waves Uki away, avoiding his gaze yet again. His cheeks are flushed, Uki noticed. Was it from the alcohol? Or was it from something else?

"You bastard," an accented voice chuckles, separating the two as he sits himself right in the middle. "Stole my Ukiki away from me."

"He's not yours," Shoto counters, wagging a finger at him. "Hes mine."

"Oh my, two hot guys fighting over me. Must be a dream come true," Uki teases.

"It's because you're so beautiful Uki."

"Lay off the compliments, you stupid junk of metal."

"Go back to hunting demons because that's the only thing you're good at."

"Go back to being a fucking microwave."

They're obviously just messing with each other, albeit Uki noted the slight bite in each comment. If he didn't do anything, they'd probably be dancing with each other with a shard of broken glass at the other's throat.

With a exasperated sigh, Uki stands up, a hand on his cocked hip. "We didn't come here to bitch at each other. Let's get a couple more drinks to loosen up."

Shoto nods. "Yeah, you're right Uki."

"I'm always right. And as you are a part of my harem, you should obey what I say."

"Yes sir." Fulgar salutes goofily.

So the trio goes back to the bar, and the bartender welcomes with three small shot glasses. Each order a type of alcohol they desire and she quickly obliges, pouring at the speed of light before serving the next customer.

"Damn, being a bartender seems kind of crazy," Shoto observes, sipping. "So many customers at once."

"Yeah," Uki agrees, eyeing the lines of alcohol behind the bar. "Theres so many options, what if they screw up the order?"

"Serve it to another, perhaps," Fulgar replies. "It doesn't seem all that hard."

"Then why don't you help them out?" Shoto muses with a grin.

"Why don't you, dog boy?"

"I'll say this one more time: I am not a dog boy! Only sometimes."

"But you're my dog boy, aren't you Shoto?" Uki coos, a hand resting on Shoto's thigh. He twitches, a furious blush on his face.

"Only sometimes," Shoto repeats, refusing o admit it fully. What a tsundere. Such a brat to answer a simple question. Not a very good dog.

Uki cups Shoto's face, squishing his cheeks with a smile. "Come on, you can do better than that, handsome. Say it."

"Say you're a good puppy," Fulgar adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shoto flips him off.

"I'm a demon slayer! not a dog!"

"Stop being such a bitch and say it, or I'll put a leash on you right now," Uki threatens, a sly look on his face now.

Shoto glances between Uki and Fulgar, realizing there was no way of escaping this. He groans, embarrassed, because they want him to say this in a public area? They really wanted to humiliate him. For some odd reason, Uki ordering him to do something like that kind of turned him on, which he internally slapped himself for because what the fuck?

He mumbles, "'m your good puppy."

"What?" Fulgar raises his voice, a hand around his ear. "The music is too loud, you'll have to speak up!"

Asshole. He's too much like his LAM brother.

Shoto inhales and locks eyes with Uki. He yells, "I'm your good puppy!" And immediately regrets it. The people near them turn to see, giving strange looks. God, why does this happen to him? His cheeks are literally ablaze right now.

Uki swipes his thumb over Shoto's lip approvingly. "Good boy."

Holy. Shit.

Shoto jerks his face away, positioning himself so his back faced them as they cackled. He cross his legs and yanks down his shirt over the growing bulge in his jeans. If either of them saw, the demon slayer would probably never hear the end of it. Shoto got hard because the Psychic called him a good boy! Breaking news!

Shoto drains his glass before rising to his feet suddenly. Without turning, he rushes his words out, "imma go use the bathroom be right back-" And retreated to the mens' room. Where he could relieve himself because boy the friction from the jeans were not helping. And it wouldn't be so obvious once he... releases. Although when Shoto thought about it, on his way to the restroom, was even more humiliating. Hopefully no one would question? they shouldn't. He was mainly concerned about any of the other guys hearing what he was doing. Shoto would off himself if started hearing word going around about some guy jerking off in the bar's bathroom. And probably even get the manager in there. If the manager was a guy. Or if they even cared because a lot of things happen at bars. Crazy things.

Okay, Shoto just went on a whole ass tangent. Calm down. it isnt that serious.

Shoto maneuvers around some drunk men laying on the floor, probably recovering his guts before wobbling out the door. Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of men in the bathroom. He figured since everyone was drinking, they'd either be pissing or throwing up. Shoto spied an empty stall and closed the door behind him.

Closing the toilet and avoiding looking in its contents, Shoto sat and sighed heavily. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. He could feel the buzz underneath his skin as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet along with his underwear, his erection literally straight up. Simple two words got him so worked up.

He wraps a hand around himself and lets out a small noise before biting his lip to silence himself. Sheesh, he was extra sensitive. Probably from the alcohol? The demon slayer could sense no one was left in the restroom at the moment, but he had to hurry.

Pumping his fist up and down his cock, he thought about Uki being the one jerking him off, whispering into his ear how well he was doing for him. That he was being such a good boy. Shoto's head leans back, eyelids fluttering as soft whimpers escape past his lips. His small "a-ah"s echoed throughout the bathroom. He was closing in on his release, going faster and just shamelessly moaning at this point. Shoto cums all over his hand and he pants, hand pausing at the base of his dick for a moment. He collects his breaths, wiping off the semen with a crappy piece of toilet paper, and zipping himself up.

Shoto flushes it down the toilet, regaining his composure and opening the stall door. However, he was not expecting to be shoved back in the stall and was about to punch whoever wanted a fight.

"U-Uki?" Shoto asked, shocked as the Psychic entered the stall with him. Uki locked the door behind them and approached Shoto with lustful eyes. "Hey, w-wait a second-"

"Now now, Shoto, were those pretty moans yours?" Uki purrs, tracing a finger down from Shoto's chest to his stomach. Shoto shivered without meaning to, and he felt the tips of his ears go red. "It sounded like you. I came in here to check up on you, but you were whimpering and moaning like a slut."

Shoto swallows. "I-I can explain-"

Uki smashes his lips with Shoto's. He palms the demon slayer's growing erection (again) and Shoto can't help but moan into the kiss. Unzipping the jeans, Uki pulls out Shoto's cock and starts rubbing the tip, pre-cum leaking out little by little.

"Already so hard for me, mm?" Uki murmurs after breaking the kiss to stare at Shoto's angry red tip. He traces a vein with his nail and Shoto whines in his throat. "Shh, be a good boy and let me make you feel good again, yeah?"

And here the Psychic was, overstimulating the poor man. Shoto had to hold onto Uki's shoulders to hold himself upright as he basically rutted himself into Uki's hand. Beautiful whimpers spilling out of him, Uki kisses down his neck, praising him for doing so great. Shoto came twice already, breathing hard and legs quivering.

"Such a brat," Uki tsks. "If you behave, I'll help you tonight. Is it a deal?"

"Yes," Shoto breathes with an obedient nod.

"Good boy. Let's clean you up, yeah?"

Fulgar watched the two walk towards him, a brow raised in question. "The hell took you two so long? Yall fucking in there or somethin'?"

Shoto awkwardly laughs, like oh yeah Uki totally didn't just play with me like I was his toy as Uki snorted.

"I wish. He just had to throw up a couple drinks," Uki answers smoothly.

"Lightweight," Fulgar chuckles.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Alright you two. Why don't we go back on the dance floor?" Uki suggests, seizing both their wrists and pulling them to the dance floor.

"As you wish, darling," Shoto and Fulgar say in unison. They side eye each other.

"Bitch boy."

"Cunt."

Uki rolls his eyes, a smile painted on his lips. He locks eyes with Shoto for a moment, and it turns into a smirk. Shoto looks elsewhere, face pink.

He was not surviving the night, was he?

[therobotmonster]

Okay... So apparently in the new D&D revision-

Warlocks can now apply their invocations to most damage cantrips, not just eldritch blast. Now, in addition to allowing for some awesome stacking forced moved and speed drops, this means that if one spends the right feat or takes a level in bard, and if the rules on what kind of cantrips can befit doesn't exclude ones built on a saving throw...

You could put invocations on vicious mockery.

Which means, that at first level, in addition to the delightful ability to insult someone so hard it causes physical injury, your warlock can call someone a bitch so hard it throws them 10 feet away in a straight line.

Alternatively, they can call someone an idiot hard enough to cause injury from the full length of a football field, or have said insult overwhelm the victim's self control so they throw themselves 10 feet toward you.

Though if you're the type that likes to reflavor things, anything where an audible utterance would cause psychic damage is entirely valid. Anime character tells joke so bad you fall to the ground in pain? Eldritch smite 'em. Clown with puns so bad they knock the wind out of you? Lance of Lethargy.

Come to think of it, a Warlock using invocations on vicious mockery could be a very fun approach to a toon character of the "frustrating prankster' archetype, doing everything from pulling foes toward them with a "c'mon get me ya joik!" (grasp of hadar), knockin' em down with a bad pun (repelling blast), or just making someone so angry they literally explode (kiss of Mephistopheles)

Even if that doesn't work and it's just "roll to hit" type cantrips, that still opens up shocking grasp, thorn whip, and chill touch to the list of potentials, all of which have some fun potential both for flavor and wild combos. A ghastly hand dragging your foe helplessly toward you? Sweet. Slapping your foe with a shock that hurtles them away from you? Awesome!

Just thinkin' out loud

[littencloud9]

HAIII

“You just can’t stay away from me for too long, huh?” + scarlet crime

“Just when I think you couldn’t make me go even weaker in the knees, you go and say stuff like that. Do you want me to collapse? Maybe melt into a puddle too while I’m at it?” + kunichuu

“Why do you have to make keeping a distance from you so damn difficult? I’m trying my hardest and you just…” + ur choice !!

scarlet crime… takes unlimited psychic damage and dies

“You just can’t stay away from me for too long, huh?” Mushitarou scoffs when Nathaniel walks into the room. There’s blood splattered on his clothes, from the shoulders down to the sleeves. As Mushitarou’s eyes trail the streak, it ends at Nathaniel’s palm, where a fresh cut remains. Nathaniel closes his hand into a fist, stalking over to him. “I did not come here for you. Where’s Dostoevsky?” “Don’t know. Don’t care,” Mushitarou grumbles. He shrieks when Nathaniel hits him at the back of his head. “You’re going to get blood in my hair!” Nathaniel’s face remains impassive. He huffs, turning away and beginning to walk out of the room. As he walks, a drop of blood falls onto the carpet. That’s going to be a bitch to clean up. “Oi,” he calls. Nathaniel stops, but he doesn’t turn around, refusing to make eye contact. “You’re staining this place with your dirt, Priest.” “The only stain between us is the weight of your sins,” he snaps back. “You ought to atone.” Mushitarou stands up, stomping over. “With what, huh? Your dirty blood? No thank you.” Predictably, Nathaniel whips around, an ugly snarl on his face. He raises his hand, blood from the cut already sizzling. Mushitarou grabs his wrist, bringing his palm to his lips and licking the wound straight. Nathaniel’s glare falters. Success.

—

Chuuya is going to do this. Seriously. He can do it. He’s not going to use his ability. That’s admitting defeat, and he needs to prove to this empty kitchen that he’s perfectly capable of getting that one specific cup that Kunikida has placed on the highest shelf for some reason without a stool. He just needs to— “You okay, Chuuya? You’re— oh.” Chuuya freezes, still on his tiptoes when he hears Kunikida shuffle closer. He falls back onto the heels of his feet when Kunikida comes up behind them, reaching over his head. The action pushes Chuuya forward slightly, trapping him between the counter and Kunikida’s chest. His cheeks flush red. Kunikida grabs the cup easily, bringing it down and stepping back. Chuuya swallows thickly as he turns around, refusing to meet his boyfriend’s eye. “Thanks,” he mutters, mentally slapping himself when he hears how meek he sounds. He’s a Mafia Executive. There’s no way he feels like he’s going to fall over from such a simple action like that. “No problem. You look nice, by the way,” Kunikida says, oblivious to Chuuya’s crisis. “But you need to stop stealing my clothes.” Chuuya glances down at the oversized sweater he’s wearing. He looks back up with a grin, but his breath hitches when he realises how close they still are. Kunikida towers over him. Most people would feel intimidated or defensive, but Chuuya simply feels protected. And he doesn’t necessarily need that, but it’s still, well, comforting. “I don’t hear you complaining,” Chuuya says.Kunikida smiles, bending down to kiss the top of his head. Chuuya is going to explode. “Maybe not. I like when you do something to indicate that I’m yours.” Not you’re mine, but I’m yours. Chuuya’s heart threatens to crawl its way out of his chest. He shoves Kunikida away weakly. “Just when I think you couldn’t make me go any weaker in the knees, you go and say stuff like that,” he mutters accusingly. “Huh?” “Do you want me to collapse?!” Chuuya whines. “Maybe melt into a puddle too while I’m at it?!” “…What did I do?” “Oh my God.” Chuuya grabs Kunikida’s collar, crashing their lips together. His stomach flutters when Kunikida wraps his hands around his waist, pulling him closer. Damn it. This isn’t making him feel any calmer.

—

i thought long and hard about it and lo and behold. lucygin

“Why do you have to make keeping a distance from you so damn difficult?!” Lucy cries. “I’m trying my hardest and you just…” Gin doesn’t know if they should step forwards or backwards. Lucy looks like she would explode either way. She’s put them in Anne’s room. The irony of it all. Gin knows its their fault. They’re the one who keep coming into Lucy’s café just to catch a glimpse of her, the one who sends her the locations of alleyways to meet up at, the one who pulled back first when it felt like things were getting too serious. Lucy says she’s left her old life behind. Gin was meant to be a part of her new life. Something special. But Gin is a criminal, so all they do is reflect the past that Lucy is so desperately trying to escape. And now that they’ve accidentally sunk their claws into her skin, they get the urge to run. Lucy’s not the only one struggling to stay away. She’s got teeth too. It’s just a game of how much they can hurt each other with the weight of their desire. And Gin is really good at this game.

[jovenshires]

thoughts as someone without my own smosh blog to share them on: arasha slapping the absolute shit out of anthony was everything i needed to see. thank you arasha. tommys reaction to “choke me a little bit” made me cry laugh, shoutout to kiana for always trying to fix the situation lmfao. similarly, angelas turn also made me cry laugh. ians turn was exactly what i wanted and expected, i feel like he wanted to make sure anthony got him right so he was being extra cute so thered be no confusion. overall incredible video i had a great time

agreed with ALL of the above this video was everything to me.

arasha's slap was so incredible. let her in every one of these videos from here on out. as someone who was mainly in the smosh trenches Right after anthony left...... justice was served im sorry <3 love him though i do <3

TOMYMMYMGLDKNDKLGNDBNL dude i truly cannot imagine the psychic damage he must've taken. shoutout to kiana EVERY SINGLE TIME the devil (anthony asking to be choked) works hard but kiana (begging him to just ask for a high five like a normal person) works harder....

what was she Doing /affectionate when she out loud said "BITCH" i was like. oh come on anthonys gonna get this. AND THEN WHEN HE DIDNT. it was incredible i was on the Floor shoutout to her fr

oh yeah ian knew what we Needed and that was it. could you imagine if he had gotten it wrong... he was laying it on thick and i appreciated it tbh

10/10 video no notes the slap videos fill me with joy

[bexisanidiot]

I think it would be a lil funny if in my mgs4 Mantis AU you could equip Mantis as a buddy like in mgsv and everytime you're down/dead with a highish bond Mantis will whip out a medkit or psychic power and would call out "snake? Snake!" Before yelling "david" and bitch slapping snake awake😭

[dalekofchaos]

Friday The 13th reboot concept. The Voorhees Family

If we were to reboot Friday The 13th. I would make it about the Voorhees family. Their origins and how they kill together.

I was inspired by the following

Friday The 13th fanfilm F13th:Venegance that shows Elias killing the counselors with Pamela

Elias cut role in Jason Lives

the Necronomicon's appearance in Jason Goes to Hell and this fan theory

Pamela's fierce determination to ensure what happened to her son, never happens to another living child

But under specific conditions.

Pamela is the cook like in canon and Elias is the park ranger

The kids do bully Jason, but not to the degree that was shown in Freddy vs Jason

It's the camp counselor's who's cruel bullying and ableism that pushed Jason into the lake. They appeared nice to Pamela, but behind her backs, they call him "freak" "Someone put a sack over that failed abortion" they push him and slap him and one day they just had enough. The kids actually apologize to Jason cause they see how horrible the counselors are being to him and even offer to be his friend and the counselors can't stand that their scapegoat and plan is ruined. So they force their hands, beat Jason with an inch of his life and throw him into the lake

The kids run screaming to Mrs Voorhees and to cover their asses, they make it seem like they were "making love" she knows they are lying. They smirk at her and say "even if we were, what are you gonna do, bitch? You have no proof, our word against yours and a bunch of scared little brats."

But Elias saw everything and both him and Pamela will make them all pay.

Elias and Pamela come up with the plan to kill them all. But that's not all. Elias finds this old book in the Voorhees manor. Elias and Pamela reads it and will use their vengeance to bring Jason back, but also to swear that no matter what, the camp must never be opened again to protect the children from a fate like Jason's. And in their belief, that becomes Jason's mission.

Pamela kills the two kids in the opening, but Elias kills everyone else in the camp.

They sabotage every attempt to reopen the lake from 1958-through the 60's and 70's.

No one has seen a trace of Elias Voorhees and everyone presumed him dead. He later resurfaces as "Crazy Ralph" Elias begins to warn everyone about Camp Blood. "you're doomed, you're all doomed." But in actuality. He's luring them all to Crystal Lake for Pamela to kill and if any of them are lucky enough to survive Pamela's slaughter, Elias will finish them off.

Elias takes the appearance of Part 2 Jason. Burlap sack and wields the pick axe.

Then Pamela's slaughter in 1979 happens. It all culminates with Pamela's confrontation with Alice and Alice decapitates Pamela.

Alice dreams of Jason via psychic projection caused by the Necronomicon as a sign of his resurrection.

It's not Jason who finds and kills Alice, it's Elias

Elias finds Jason, nurses him back to health and they live in the woods, in the remains of Camp Blood. The remains of Jason's cabin. Elias teaches Jason to hunt, to track, to trap, to survive and most importantly to kill.

Events of Friday The 13th Part 2 happens as normal. Jason and Elias kill together as father and son. The difference is, when Jason kills Mark, he has a hockey mask in his posession and Jason takes it for himself.

Jason drags Ginny out of the window, Elias kills Paul.

Part 3 is Jason's show with Elias luring everyone to be killed at Higgins Haven. Everything happens as normal, main difference is it's Pamela who nearly kills Chris, not assaulted by Jason.

Final Chapter Instead of Rob Dier, it's Elias. Elias appears as this sympathetic father gaining the trust of the Jarvis family. Their father was one of the counselors who helped murder Jason as a child. Near the end. Elias grabs Trish and tells Jason to kill her and that's when Tommy comes out looking like Jason did as a child. Jason hesitates and nostalgia causes a moment of weakness in Elias to cause Trish to get free and kill Elias. Jason caught off guard, goes after Trish and this causes Tommy to "kill Jason"

The events of the franchise goes per normal, but with Jason's slaughter to bring back his parents and to keep the children safe from the counselors.

Now it's modern day.

One day he sees a new Camp Crystal Lake. A familiar scene. Cruel Camp Counselors abusing and harassing the children. He could see kids being bullied or Camp Counselors mistreating the kids and it reminds him of how he was treated. Jason kills the counselors and saves the children. Jason leaves the kids who want to go home to their parents for the cops to find, but the ones who stay with him? He's their protector and takes them to his cabin/woods. Jason becomes a legend among kids, protecting them and the campground.

Jason has killed enough. He goes back to the old Voorhees house and gets the book. He resurrects Pamela and Elias. The Voorhees family is eternal. The death curse has increased and no one is safe from their wrath. So long as anyone attempts to reopen Camp Crystal Lake and harm the children, the Voorhees Family will be there and oh yes, there will be blood.

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Ultra Opposites Episode #5: “Rise of The Empress”

(for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

(artworks made by @crazychanuwu77)

Characters:

Terry/Solar Flare

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian

Yumyulack/Psylock

Jesse/Electra

The Pupa

AISHA

Janiz

EVA, AISHA's Cousin

Daryl

Ophelia

Principal Cooke

Miss Frankie

In a lovely afternoon, the Solar Opposites were doing their usual activities. Yumyulack is even hanging out with his boyfriend Daryl.

Daryl: So, how are you doing?

Yumyulack: Oh y’know. Just the usual. I was just hanging out with my family. Nothing much.

Daryl: Oh.

As for the adults were fixing a machine, with Korvo’s sister Janiz helping tighten the screw. Suddenly, an alarm rang.

Janiz: Oh shit! That’s the Ultra Opposites signal!

Korvo: What?! What the fuck is happening?!

Terry: I don’t know. Better go get the kids.

Terry then head to a school and head into the Principal Office, with Cooke annoyed.

Principal Cooke: What the fuck is your problem Opposites? You better have a good explanation.

Miss Frankie: What the hell are you doing this time?!

Terry: Only a family emergency. Just call our kids up here!

Principal Cooke: Ugh! Fine! uses his speaker Yumyulack and Jesse Opposites! Come into my office!

Yumyulack and Jesse head into the office.

Terry: Kids! Big emergency stat!

As Terry grabs the kids and takes them home, Daryl was busy taking his stuff out of the locker. Until, someone grabbed him.

Back at the Ultra Opposites HQ, Janiz was busy typing down what is happening.

Janiz: Oh shit! It’s that ruthless empress Ophelia! She might be out to destroy Earth!

Aisha: Hmm. According to my settings, she’s here to rule Earth! Damn, that bitch is evil and nasty!

Korvo: Hmm? Something is up with that Empress! Ultra Opposites, time to transform!

Terry, Yumyulack and Jesse: Right!

The Solar Opposites transforms into Ultra Opposites as they get into their superhero stance and they prepare to head out to stop Ophelia.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Come on Ultra Opposites! Let’s go stop that empress!

Pupa: Go Ultra Opposites!

The Ultra Opposites head off to stop the empress.

Janiz then got busy to figure out why Ophelia is attacking Earth right now.

Janiz: Hmm? suddenly hears Ophelia talking on the radio Uh oh, I don’t think Yumyulack is gonna like this. Eve, get to Ultra Opposites! Stat!

The heroes made it to where Ophelia is at.

Terry/Solar Flare: Not so fast you evil bitch! We’re here to stop you!

Ophelia: Oh, the Ultra Opposites! What a surprise! Time to fucking crush you superhero aliens!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Nice fucking try! We got very powerful super powers!

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: So Don’t try to stop us!

Jesse/Electra: Yeah! What they said, bi-atch!

The Ultra Opposites get into a fight-pose stance as they prepare to stop the Empress. Suddenly, Yumyulack notices sometime he knows tied up.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh my God! Daryl?!

Daryl: Ultra Opposites, look out! She’s here to- gets shock by Ophelia as he screams in pain

Ophelia: Shut up bitch!

Yumyulack/Psylock, horrified that Ophelia hurt Daryl: You...YOU MONSTER! Ophelia slaps Yumyulack/Psylock, causing him to fall.

Jesse/Electra: YUMYULACK!

Ophelia: Don't fool with me, you little rat. You are powerless against- Ophelia is suddenly slashed on the cheek. She looks to see EVA

Ophelia: Why you little fool...

EVA: Not on my watch!

Ophelia and EVA fights while Yumyulack recovers and helps free Daryl as he unties him.

Daryl: Damn, thanks babe.

Yumyulack/Psylock: No problem honey. But, I better get you to safety. uses his mind reading powers to get through Ophelia

Ophelia: What are you doing?!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Nobody messes with my boyfriend, you motherfucker! uses his psychic powers to blast Ophelia away Electra!

Jesse/Electra: On it babe! Uses her electric wrecking ball that shocks Ophelia, but Ophelia uses her gravity powers to try to hurt Jesse as she fell on the floor

Ophelia: Nice try you little brat!

Jesse/Electra: gets back and uses her electric ball to shock Ophelia Nice try fucker! uses her anger to unleash a massive lightning blast Ophelia away as she screams

Ophelia: Grr! You! suddenly gets hit by a fireball from Solar Flare

Terry/Solar Flare: Fire time, motherfucker! uses his fire powers to distract Ophelia

AISHA: made it with Pupa Go get ‘em Terry!

Pupa: Solar Flare!

Suddenly, Solar Flare gets hit by Ophelia as he fell on the floor. Korvo then sees his beloved sweetheart in danger as he gasp once he notice Ophelia about to throw a purple fireball at Solar Flare until the Legendary Super Shlorpian uses his ice powers to destroy it with his ice breath.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That does it! You mess with my Solar Flare, you mess with me!

With a huge growl, the Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into his Super Shlorpian form as he roars.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Aaaahhh!…… that’s better.

Solar Flare gets back up as he and the Replicants stare at him shockingly. Solar Flare ignites himself whenever he’s turned on (or whenever he sees SS Korvo) as the kids flew up.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Damn Terry!

Jesse/Electra: Jesus Christ!

Terry/Solar Flare: cools down Damn honey. You so strong!

Jesse/Electra: Wow! You really getting good at handling your super Shlorpian form!

Yumyulack/Psylock: What's it like to transform?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: I can't describe it. It's very intense and...erotic...

Terry/Solar Flare: And they say I'm the horny one?

Ophelia: evil laugh No one can stop me now!

The Legendary Super Shlorpian roars as he uses his ice breath to blast Ophelia away as she screams. Solar Flare blushes at his sweet hubby as Korvo continues to fight Ophelia as he lands by his wing, Ophelia tries to throw a fireball but then Solar Flare ignited and punches Ophelia in the face as she screams.

Terry/Solar Flare: That’s right bitch l! You done!

Yumyulack/Psylock: That’s for kidnapping my boyfriend you bitch!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Stand down you motherfucker! Janiz?!

Janiz: made it On it! uses a machine to tie up Ophelia, who escapes

Ophelia: This isn’t over Ultra Opposites! I’ll be back! transports away

Janiz: Damn it, she got away!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: That’s okay, when she comes back, we’ll be ready for her!

Psylock flies over to Daryl as he smiles.

Yumyulack/Psylock: So, what do you think?

Daryl: Babe, you were fantastic. kisses Yumyulack as he blushes

Jesse/Electra: So, what do you want to do now?!

Janiz: Who wants pizza?!

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: I do! I do! I do!

Terry/Solar Flare: Easy there kiddos. Just head home, Janiz will order pizza in a minute.

Yumyulack/Psylock and Jesse/Electra: Okay.

As Janiz takes the kids home, Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian stayed behind as the two super hero alien husbands stare at each other lovingly.

Terry/Solar Flare: Huh? Looks like we done it again, huh Legendary Super Shlorpian?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You got that right Solar Flare.

Terry/Solar Flare: Mmm, tell you what, I love it when you turn into your Super Shlorpian form.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: chuckles You sure you wanna do our thing later?

Terry/Solar Flare: If you say so.

The two Ultra Opposites husbands share a kiss as the sunsetsets and the two husbands fell on the grass softly in an embrace as they French kiss away. Even if Ophelia got away, she always be stopped, and the world will always be save, thanks to the Ultra Opposites.

The End

[crystalelemental]

Emerald League defeated. With the team I had planned on, which worked as well as I could've hoped.

The team is as follows:

Blaziken (Lonely)

Delcatty (Hasty)

Tropius (Bold)

Banette (Naive)

Walrein (Naughty)

Mawile (Jolly)

All were caught as the first female we encountered. I didn't reset for any natures. This is the only time Mawile has ever cooperated with me.

Blaziken absolutely demolished Sidney and Glacia. Admittedly, they kinda threw? Sidney didn't use Sand Attack, and Glacia didn't use a Water move. Bulk Up + Fighting move just broke both.

Banette obliterated Phoebe. Shadow Ball spam easily knocked out everything in one shot. Granted, crit on Sableye, so like...that's a bit cheating, but I count it.

Walrein slapped Drake apart, except for Kingdra who got her to 1HP. She did not outspeed Flygon.

Tropius was supposed to help against Wallace, but failed to outspeed Wailord of all things and got hit by Blizzard, dying instantly. I had revived Walrein to hopefully do this exact thing, and it Body Slammed until Walrein dropped. We were aiming for a paralysis, which we got on Ludicolo before dropping. Then...the fun.

I mentioned leading into this that I had a game plan for Mawile. That game plan is revealed now, through Baton Pass. Iron Defense Baton Pass into Calm Mind Delcatty. I admit, I threw in the Double Team boosts for funsies, to create this specific combo. It swept Wallace no problem.

And to prove its efficacy, we swept the League with it. You know what the really messed up part is? It was hard as hell.

Sidney's Mightyena has Roar. He can force you out and remove all your buffs. Phoebe's Curse ignores accuracy checks. Wallace has Rain Dance/Water Spout, which is going to kill you if it lands so you cannot fuck around that long. Glacia...okay, she only has Hail, but for some reason missed only one attack ever despite +5 evasion. I legitimately questioned if Ice Ball always hit under Hail and no one knew. And Drake has nothing, Shelgon's easy to play around. Paralysis is a bit spooky I guess, but he can't hurt Mawile. We had a legitimate, absolute bitch of a time on this one.

Which is kinda great. Emerald really did introduce counterplay to all its new tech. It does not make it easy to come in and sweep whatever you want. And I kinda respect that, even if it did ultimately pave the way for "the best and most consistent approach is just high damage offense."

That said, the same kudos cannot be extended to Mr. Stone.

(Note: she was 53 before starting League Sweep; Delcatty levels like crazy)

Steven's Skarmory can, as expected, not even come close to denting Mawile. And Delcatty has Cute Charm which just further locks down Skarmory's shit. Aerial Ace is a very funny anti-evasion strat, though. Would absolutely kill Ninjask. His team is exquisite in all else, and it feels only fitting that Mawile be the hard counter to him that she was destined to be. For added fun, had Delcatty not been -Def nature, we likely would've been fine, even without evasion. The evasion was just an added little fuck you to not even need healing items.

So yeah. Emerald defeated. That was fun. Absolutely huge fan of Walrein, and while I didn't get to play to Calm Mind Banette, I have every confidence it would perform well enough to handle Wallace given access to Thunderbolt and Psychic. Blaziken remains the best, and running this nonsense Delcatty was divine. Mawile is actually great. Hit level 41 and you're pretty much set to do what she needs to do, and it really does just complete negate some fights. Tropius...buddy, I liked running you all game, but the League kinda dunks on you way too hard. Flying offers nothing, it's actively bad in several places, and Wallace is extremely too balanced for its sole Grass type move to do much. Especially since Wailord can both remove its potential Sunny Day/Solarbeam combo, and one-shots with Blizzard. I am not too impressed with Tropius, sadly.

Next up is supposed to be FRLG. I have to admit, I'm not super excited about it? I might do Platinum next. But I did want to cover everything, so...who knows, we'll see what I pick up.