#punching cows

[thestrongestcowpuncher]

I made this while I had a fever. You're welcome, person who comes here to take a reddit screenshot

[dapper-lil-arts]

SMASH

[mxpaint-and-co]

OH HONK! I'm late!!! But not to worry, it is still the same date. Now behold!!! THE Clownga Line, for your patience!!

[cnwolf-brainrot]

there’s something kind of insane about just scrolling through the Nightcrawler tag as I usually do and seeing some comic screenshots I like and then seeing someone has reblogged them and said “weapon by name coded”

Like a few people are just casually throwing around my fic like that. People are like, talking about this story.

When did this happen??? How did this happen??? WHAT???

[stromuprisahat]

"It's even hinted his own face wasn't always the same." Wait what?? You can't just leave us with that😭😭

The only time I could think of is after the skiff disaster where he needed medical help with the scars, therefore, in Cofton Alina recognised something was different. Or maybe is this about KoS where, if I remember correctly, he had a different face entirely.

It's a single sentence in KoS, when Elizaveta- another immortal- remembers him:

“What was he like then?” Zoya could not resist asking. “Arrogant. Idealistic. Beautiful.” Elizaveta smiled ruefully, her fingers trailing the spine of the thorn tree. It curled to meet her like a cat arching its back. “I met him many times throughout the years, and he adopted many guises to hide his true self. But the faces he chose were always lovely. He was vain.”

King of Scars- Chapter 25

I've already analysed that implication here (and still agree with every single word), and it was touched upon here.

[pueppielein]

A few pics of my opm short comic draft.

I drew the 1st page

[oohbuggypie]

Bull and Don doodles 4 today .... colored pencils instead of crayons this time because i forgot to pack them and I REMEMBER WHY I DONT LIKE THEM THAT MUCH ☹️ but enjoy this spineless boneless brainless Don feasting on a thorny rose + little Bull head 🩷

uncolored versions under cut + minor differences 🩷 (i like these ones better)

[kinoshita-crazy-music]

I always imagined that fighting a Pokemon with the Scrappy ability (alternatively Bloodmoon Ursaluna with it's Mind's Eye ability) for the first time must be rather traumatizing for a ghost type Pokemon.

Like imagine a Gengar getting sent out against against a Miltank and it just starts laughing like "haha what the hell is a normal type like that going to do against me? All of you're STAB moves would pass right through me!" And then the god damn Miltank just punches the Gengar right in its stupid smug face leading to the Gengar having a total existential crisis in the middle of battle because under every conceivable circumstance the ghost-type Pokemon could imagine that shouldn't be possible. The Gengar is just left completely shocked going like "shit. Fuck. Shit. How did that stupid cow do that??? What the fuck???"

Like, realistically speaking, a Miltank would probably not beat a Gengar of all things in a legitimate 1V1, and it would probably use a move like Earthquake against a Gengar instead of something much less reliable like Mega Punch (Gengar lost its Levitate ability in gen 7, so it is weak to ground-type moves now).

Regardless, I can imagine that an encounter in which a Miltank did just molly whop a Gengar in the face would likely leave the Gengar shaken up and questioning reality for a while. Like it would probably start being cautious around normal-type Pokemon for a while until it's eventually taught that some Pokemon CAN hit it with normal and fighting-type moves if they have a specific ability.

[danaty-consolation]

Me after seeing the new Urusei Yatsura Remake Ep:

ATALUM WON TODAY GUYS, WE GOT A FREAKING GOURMET BUFFET!!!

[cecoeur]

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[thestrongestcowpuncher]

[bottomvalerius]

The two big role play scenarios Sam DOESN’T need to get beaten into submission first before dropping into a submissive role would definitely be financial domination & feederism lmao

[mo-ok]

🎉 Toku x Birthdays 🎉

Day 4 - Chinese Zodiac

🐂 Ox ~ Kuro Kishi Hyuuga 🐂

[darkita11]

Small follow up to last post ⚡ here's the original sketch right behind the real thing, you can see clearly how I gave up halfway through

I already wanted to do something with Von Kaiser but I held back. Then I thought of Great Tiger doing like a Nya (the text on top of him says miau xD)

And then Bald Bull in a cow maid dress popped up in my brain

"Well if I'm making one of them ridiculous might as well go all or nothing"

What a shame tho that Disco Kid sketch turned out so cute

Also ended up drawing Don like that bc the first thing that came to mind when I saw his Wii model was "he looks like a Muppet"

[theprissythumbelina]

Alyss gets kicked out of Martin Denard's house

As a bit of scene setting, this is after Nicolette and Alyss have met, and they have traveled to Pratchin looking for answers to (spoilers). Denard and Alyss are not cousins in the blood relation sense of the term, members of the same covens refer to each other as cousin and follow strict rules of hospitality and reciprocity in accordance with ancient witch tradition. Also, I personally have nothing against Doctors of Theology.

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“Cousin,” Denard began, swirling his wine. “I must ask, what brings you to me? As your coven-bound kin, I welcome you, but curiosity occupies my thoughts.” 

Alyss pushed a bit of mushroom-stuffed duck around her platter. She looked more aware, more present than Nicolette had ever seen her, but tension gathered at the corners of her mouth and eyes. “I was living with a shared cousin of ours, in Redelsville. We had a falling out, and I was no longer welcomed. I can assure you-”

“But Redelsville is on this side of the ocean, and you, well, you are not. What brought you here, to the Republics?

Alyss gripped her fork tighter. Denard continued blithly.

“Because, forgive me, I received a letter, from an old friend of mine. Your mother, I believe? We once met on a trip to old Ritania, and have kept in correspondence ever since. She asked for my advice, you see.”

Alyss muttered something. He tilted an ear. 

“I’m sorry, my cousin?”

She raised her voice. “Aunt.”

“Ah, your aunt. Yes, your mother was Juliya, not Andressa. My apologies. People must have always confused you for your cousin growing up. I imagine that happens less so these days. Such a shame she was taken from us, and so young, too. It is always the best ones, you know.”

Nicolette was frozen, staring at Alyss. Alyss was frozen, staring at Denard. Denard continued, ignoring or ignorant of the tension in the room. 

“It was wonderful to hear that her body had been identified and given the proper rites. That must have eased your soul, even if you could not attend. Though, seeing you now, I do wonder what injuries you sustained. You certainly do get around quite well, to my eyes. I cannot help but question if it is an injury of the soul, in which case I must confess myself disappointed, that you would allow such a weakness to keep you from where you are sorely needed.”

Nicolette tore her eyes away from Alyss to gape at Denard in horror. She glazed back at Alyss, fork now visibly trembling in her hands, as Alyss spoke with a harsh rasp. 

“What the hell do you know about souls?” she intoned. 

“Dear cousin,” Denard smiled, “I don’t mean to offend you. But you must dedicate yourself to the defence of your nation, and accept that your steps are guided by the hand of the Gods. To lose your faith in the face of trials and tribulations is to-”

“What the hell,” Alyss interrupted, her eyes cold and colorless, “Do you know about faith?”

Denard spread his hand to show off the impressive bookshelf at his back. “I am a Doctor of Theology. I have dedicated my life to the understanding of faith. You know, in your heart of hearts, that the paths we walk are not our own. Your cousin, rest her soul-”

“Died,” said Alyss. “Was that her path?”

Denard hesitated. He cleared his throat. “The gods work in mysterious ways, cousin.”

Alyss launched herself across the table.

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Nicolette pulled their bags from the maid and went to where Alyss was sitting, staring blankly into the night. She didn’t move as Nicolette bumped her with her bag, or as Nicolette knelt next to her and pressed her handkerchief to Alyss’ split lip. A glint of light in her lap caught Nicolette’s eye, reflecting the streetlight.

Nicolette touched the back of Alyss’ hand gently, and held it up for a closer look. Shining silver on her pointer, index, and thumb, was a perfect metal cast of Alyss’ fingers, down to the ridges of her knuckles. Nicolette tapped a finger against it, and finding it cool, pulled the whole thing off. It stuck, then slid off easily, leaving behind unmarred skin. Nicolette turned it over in her hand. On the thumb of the cast was a half-melted emblem. 

“Nicolette?” Alyss whispered, moving for the first time. Her eyes slid from Nicolette’s face to her hand. 

“Yeah,” said Nicolette. “I’m here.” 

Alyss licked her lips and shifted weakly. “What’s that?” 

Nicolette looked back at the impressive house. “I think it was one of his forks.”

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@thetruearchmagos @dyrewrites, I hope it was worth it and you like it.

Also @teacupsandstarlight and @supersumc since you both have asked to be tagged in snippets before

[pueppielein]

One punch man comforting a bearing cow

Please enlarge for a better view.

A cute idea of mine.

I think he totally would do that. 🐄