#shakesinshake

[pxppinmolly-archived]

The day this happens did Molly learn the feeling of Playing God and absolutely would instigate for this shit to happen further if only because it’s funny to her.

Based on stuff talking w @shakesinshake with Molly and Striker working under Ozzie together and he plays part of being a body guard for her. uwu

I wanted to doodle this scenario out rlly quick because I cant stop laughing about it

[spindlehorse]

>:3c @shakesinshake

[royalreef]

@abracafockyou​ / @shakesinshake​ inquired:  🐶 may I ask for either striker or any oc on this blog you might like? Muses as Merfolk - (Very Selectively) Accepting

(( I think Striker would be best suited as one of the “Vampire” merfolk, which I’ve written about before here! I need to go back over their information again, as some isn’t quite up-to-date anymore, since I rehash and refine my lore a lot. Other parts are still accurate : heterodont dentition with larger pointed teeth at the front for grabbing and broader cusped teeth towards the back for slicing, slit pupils, dull colors that are often dappled, more equal tail flukes, fused earfins, their history compared to other merfolk, and so on. The same goes for them having relatively small settlements that easily end up wiped off the map due to some royal’s own personal wishes or plans that they just ended up in the way of.

That said, one thing I don’t think I’ve mentioned here before is the fact that they’re actually fairly commonly employed by Merkingdom royals for less savory jobs. The reason is two part — no one cares if one of them ends up in trouble or goes missing entirely, and they aren’t exactly in a position to say no to any royals that might position them for jobs. Even with anyone less than that royal, saying no to what they’re asking is highly taboo and often enforced via not-so-subtle taking care of anyone who refuses them, but when you struggle to survive or last through a system that ultimately wants you and your community dead, well... There’s seldom any other options. If a royal were to, say, put a hit out for someone they were married to due to failing to fulfill their duties and their image, then... A jrh’yhwa’t wouldn’t really have many other options, unless they had some way to pull rank on the royal.

It’s also not unlikely that a royal might arm their hitman with whatever they need for the job, potentially using their own resources to ensure it gets done right.

“Guns” for merfolk hold little in common with our conception of the weapon, and it’s a poor translation for what accounts far moreso for a portable cannon. Projectile weapons are hard to come by underwater. Even when you do find them, they’re often inaccurate, or just don’t work at all, and merfolk are universally fairly good at absorbing shock. Most of the reason why common weapons are bladed are just due to how much easier they are to produce as well as how much more effective they are in hurting another merfolk. So, merfolk “guns” are far closer in operation to how a mantis shrimp’s claw works, capable of launching a super-heated bubble that can blow a hole in the side of whatever you aim it at. For this, they’re remarkably hard to come by, often needing various connections alongside permits and someone to petition in the court system that you can have such a thing. For this, any single “gun” often ends up highly custom-made for their owner to begin with, as anyone who has rank enough to have one often has the same resources and a personal desire to tailor it to their liking.

Wide-brim hats are very much just a very unusual aesthetic choice underwater.

[stolasofthegoetia]

When: Post Helluva Boss Episode 5 Where: Hell - Striker’s Place With: Striker @shakesinshake​

The lodgings were, well, he supposed humble would be a generous word. It hadn’t taken too long before some of the more competent soldiers from one of his legions had tracked down the Stiker who’d made such a record for himself at the Harvest Festival. They’d been willing, and quite able, to deal with the imp but Stolas had stayed them, preferring to deal with his would-be killer himself. 

He made himself quite at home in the less than stellar surroundings, waiting for the imp to return from no-doubt another killing call. He brushed his talons over the furniture, a kitchen counter; half tempted to snoop in the cupboards. But he never got the chance as the door was opened.

Stolas wasn’t looking at the entrance, but between his Goetic abilities and avian characteristics, his spatial awareness was some of the best in all the circles; there was no hiding from him. 

“You know,” he began talking casually, charmingly, certain the imp could hear him, “I must admit that, despite your impressive performance at the Harvest Festival, I was much too enthralled with my Blitzy to pay you much attention. More fool me, hmm?” he asked lightly, “My apologies for taking so long to give you your dues, Mr. Striker. It’s just such a shame you’re wasting considerable talent on an impossible task: trying to kill me.” he chuckled, “Oh, and don’t lurk in your own doorway, it’s rude.” 

[velcake]

@shakesinshake​

👑  hi ,  sugar !!  

👑  want  a  ride  home ? 

[ozmodeus]

Okay okay he’s been proven wrong put the peachfuzz back!

[hellshoard]

Send me a character and i'll tell you my favorite rp blog for them

Anonymous asked: Fizz and Striker (separately or together if they're a multiuse with both)

When I first think of Fizz, I think of @clownstolemyjokes​ as well as @fizzarolli​ because they’re the two that I see the most on my dash and have been following the longest. Both of them play Fizzarolli really well and I love seeing the differences they have of them. But when they thread with each other, all I see is gremlin energy and I live for it. 

As for Striker, I only ever really thread/follow is @shakesinshake​ and I just love how they write him. They’re art is also on par with it as well. Making that boi very...MMMM. But they are always some type of chaotic upon my dash and it fuels me as well. My Blitzo knows full well just how hot that boi is and he fumbles to respond to ANYTHING Striker has to say.

All in all, I love these dorks.

[blitso]

❛      ⚱      ❜        from     @shakesinshake .        ‛    𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒    ‚        accepting .

❛❛      𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 .        what ,        uhh ,        everyone     i     work     with     won’t     know     won’t     hurt     them ,        right ?        isn’t     that     how     the     saying     goes ?      ❜❜

[bossblitzy]

‘a moment of weakness’ for @shakesinshake

a moment of weakness || @shakesinshake || accepting

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

Blitzo crept inside the motel room. Did he know what he was going to do when he came face to face with Striker again? No, but he kinda hoped he could just kill the fucker and forget him forever. It was bad enough he'd gotten all caught up like a damn groupie - it nearly cost him Millie and Moxxie.

And for what? He hated himself marginally more than the fucking farmhand assassin for buying his bullshit for even a second.

A whimper from the bed gave him pause and he watched the outline of the sleeping form through narrowed eyes. Is he having a nightmare..? Another broken sound and he hurried over, gently nudging his shoulder.

"Hey... hey, wake up."

What am I doing?

"You alright?"

Fuck. Me. I guess killing him is off the menu.

[pxppinmolly-archived]

@shakesinshake​ liked for an Overlord Starter x

The woman takes a long hit of her cigarette, her eyes not leaving the imp that has been sent before her by two other spider demons. Leaning back in her chair, she waves a free hand and the two gentlemen leave, seeing as they were instructed by her to find and bring the rattler to her.

A slow stream of cigarette smoke pours passed her lips. “You know me,” she’d finally begin, tapping the ash off her cigarette and into an ash tray. The assumption coming not entirely over her status, but merely the fact that he was sent on a hit against one of her guys. And managed to get it off. “And you might think I sure as fuck ain’t know you, right? But that ain’t it, baby, ‘cause I do.”

A nod of her head, silently gesturing for him to take a seat in one of the empty chairs.

[spindlehorse]

TIMELINE: ALTERNATE UNIVERSE CIRCUS!BLITZO

・・・★ ┊Why didn’t his mother warn him that a kiss under the blood red moon is a dangerous and deadly thing to do? Because he’d never felt loved and filled with dread at the same time that the air in his lungs could suffocate him. The touch of a gentle beak against his lips that turned him to stone until reality came flooding back to his person when Stolas looked at him and their handsome smile fell. He knew. They both knew, that they were not meant to be.

      Stolas I —... I would give ye’ my heart but it… it already belongs to someone else.

He recalled the silence being deafening and the tightness in his chest mixed with fear and heartbreak. The unspoken terror of denying a prince their wishes being practically suicide! But as soon as the silence had come it was gone after another kiss, on his forehead this time and the spot on the rooftop that Stolas had sat upon sheathed in ice.

Blitzo cried himself to sleep. Were they still friends at least? He didn’t know and that’s what scared him the most until Striker left him hanging on the trapeze.

He was quick to recover with another form, pushing down the vile that threatened to shoot up his throat. Perhaps he thought too much? People get tired. People don’t always smile. People eventually leave but, before he’s able to steal another glance at the cowboy amidst the crowd his performance was over and the spotlight was blinding.

Blitzo collected a bouquet and hurried off backstage, clutching the flowers in his arms as some sort of security blanket as he began his search for the familiar palette of sand and red rock. When he finds Striker he feels the same trepidation he felt with Stolas but deciding to ignore it and reason the notion off as nothing but anxiety from last night Blitzo put on his best smile and approached.

    ❛ We tired t’day, partner? ❜ He starts, walking up and leaning over to give the other a kiss on the cheek.

・・・★ ┊ @shakesinshake​

[blitzrodeo]

    With an answer like that? Blitzo wished his question had just been rhetorical instead because he’s uncrossing his ankles and placing both feet on the ground, jumping from his seat that his weight makes the chair he’d been settled on fall over. Oh damn it all! Out of all the answers, it had to be that? It’s too late.

    He’s upset and he picks up the nearest thing; proceeding to assault his ‘ comrade ’ with the lukewarm coffee from his mug. ❛ Yer’ a downright fiddlehead scoundrel is what ye’ are! ❜ What’s been disclosed is a case that had long passed, but that mischievous grin just makes things so much worse. ❛ How could ye’ do that?! To make ‘em suffer! It ain’t right! ❜

❛ pursue ` @shakesinshake​ .♦

[hellchanged]

@shakesinshake​. 

there’s mourning demons everywhere, but for whatever reason, this one sticks out. maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the lazy way his heart beats as he lounges in an uncomfortable chair outside the bar. but he nods to the demon across the street from him, having to clear his throat to make his voice work. 

‘ hey, kid, ‘ he calls, voice a hoarse croak at first, but fixes itself halfway through the second word, ‘ you look like you need a drink. ‘ it’s not a question, and husk offers the mostly full bottle of whiskey in his hand to him. 

[hellishmoth]

From @shakesinshake

The imp sighed before he entered the room. His expression fixed to look as unbothered, confident, but not removed from his actions as much as possible. His hat removed in an attempt to show 'respect' and pull the act all together as he entered, and stood before the overlord. "The target got away, sir. Injured, but not dead."

     SO USED to success after success and Striker’s impeccable skills, the Overlord didn’t pay much attention to him when he beckoned him inside the office. He was still reading over a few papers on his desk, however he straightened up and his eyes shot up at the imp, peering at him from above rose-tinted shades, already half-expecting the Imp’s next words. Yet, when what he heard turned out to be wildly different he lost any crumb of interest left in the words printed black on white. The hand holding the cigarette holder over the ashtray and lazily tracing circles in the air came to a halt, smoke turning from spirals into a long, immutable column rising to the ceiling and disappearing before even brushing against it. Valentino’s attention must have felt like a hurricane heading directly to Striker, a sword of Damocles dangling faster and faster, inches away from coming down like a guillotine. 

     The target had been no bigwig, luckily. Truth be told, there was barely anyone with enough power and resources to pose an actual threat to Val’s empire, but he’d rather get rid of any fucker before they became too big-headed. Buy their trust or get rid of them entirely. That was why he had hired Striker in the first place, a deal unbeknownst to everyone - ans so far the Imp had never disappointed him, taking every target down as perfectly and cleanly as the previous one. Failure had never been contemplated, not even as remote possibility. Not until now. And even the workers at the bottom of the studio hierarchy knew their boss’ opinion on failure.

     He didn’t burst into a full-fledged outburst of rage, but all the telltale signs were there. His eyes narrowed just enough to be brighter (and perhaps brighter they were indeed, irises like wildfires glowing unnaturally) and when he spoke, his voice was on the edge of turning into a different sound - a buzzing, like hundreds and hundreds of bugs crawling and chirping till they created a whole new voice.

     “Got away?”

[ozmodeus]

shakesinshake asked:

👀 // might as well

Send me 👀 and my muse will tell a dirty thought about yours

“For a little rat bastard you have a wonderful figure, you hear me cat? Chest like a baby grand and a waist like a bass sax. I would love to see how he handles rope and a even bigger cat ontop of him. Not alot of my partners can survive being on the bottom of me--”

“That and putting him in actual glad rags and not poke weed bumble. That cat needs a proper zoot, a trim--”

[icratheimp]

@shakesinshake​

     Business at the Pink Elephant had been... surprisingly slow lately! Icra found herself growing bored already, wondering if it was time to move on from the pits of Hell where she’d been staying. But then again, there had to be more than just the few cities right? That was how she learned about the other rings, of course there had to be more! She really did know very little of this place it seemed.

     Upon arriving in the Wrath ring, she immediately noticed that it was rather... western themed. So she accommodated her outfit to match. Well, sort of. Her purple tophat changed to a glittery stetson, which still hovered between her ears instead of resting on her head. The entire outfit became more of a dress, but was bedazzled with sequins and rhinestones that glittered almost blindingly. Gaudy... terribly gaudy.

     After admiring her cute new boots, she started walking, catching the eyes of every imp she passed. Of course none of the glances were particularly friendly, though some were more curious. But most looked irritated, not to mention a bit cranky from being blinded by her outfit. Talk spread fast of course, and why wouldn’t it? There was a tall pink eyesore walking around!