#supa hot fire

[soapdispensersalesman]

[urbancompound]

SUPA VS GILBERT ARENAS AGENT 0

[elliot-amy]

[finitofreeway]

Supa Hot Fire Vs Wiz Khalifa (2024)

[littlemut]

yes,

it exists

[tomthefanboy]

The best?

Sounds like some people are gonna have to come out of retirement to ruin some people's whole careers.

[tomthefanboy]

Just got done channeling this specific video into a scene for my D&D game and it was very cathartic.

[jimbles-archive]

[hk33b]

i find it funny how hei-ran did NOT like nyahitha at all and i can imagine that that sentiment was shared between kuruk’s whole friendgroup, im just imagining jianzhu writhing in jealousy cus why is kuruk ditching them for this random fire sage

-@ijjstlostthegame

I dont think you understand the whiplash i got from this asks because any time i write jianruk on my spare time theres always gonna be jianzhu feeling bitter that nyahitha & kuruk are bffs KSHQKWNWKDNWKSNS

Exhibit A, ((and this is the only jianruk fic out there yeah i be trying to put my people on the map))

Exhibit B, this from a jianruk draft thatll never see the day and hasn’t been read through bc i stop typing once the spark dies out (context, amnesia trope; my favorite thing in the entire world….. and im the only one that thinks that..)

[alongwaytostar]

😄

I love your approach to your characters and the way you treat them on this blog. like you kick Nardo in the gut with your knee and let him suffer on the ground and immediately after that put Don on the Suffering shelf.

It's called parental double standards and I am actively participating in them.

[abyss-strikas]

Another sketch of the Silver Lions captains, both looking like they’re not believing what a certain striker is trying to tell them.

I didn’t have a particular scene in mind, but I wrote a small something below to give an idea of how the Silver Lions’ relationship is like with Supa Strikas and Invincible United. It is implying that there has been some time since they first rejoined, and it’s not looking great to Shakes and the others to see the Silver Lions and Invincible United be friendly with each other.

Things might change overtime, but I will say that I have planned for the Lions to get along with a fellow Super League team. I didn’t think it would be Invincible United, but there is a reason for it that I will reveal with time. Hope you like the writing at least.

Edit: Okay so, the writing went longer than I expected. At least there’s more lore for y’all to chew on, if you wanna of course. I’ll throw it under a read more for the time being.

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“You guys just talked to Invincible United as if you already knew each other!”

Trent raised an eyebrow as Oliver crossed his arms. “And that’s a bad thing?” Trent asked as he placed a left hand on Oliver’s elbow.

“Uh, yeah!” Shakes cried. “They’re the worst team in the League. You shouldn’t get too close to them, they’ll just hurt you guys!”

Both captains looked at each other, a look of disbelief written on their faces. Oliver looked back at Shakes, his frown tightening.

“Whatever history you have with them, that is not of our concern.” Oliver said in a stern deep voice. With the way he looked down at the young striker and how he stood tall, it made him and his teammates shiver. The taller captain continued, “Besides, you don’t know what history we have with them so you do not have any room to judge.”

Shakes let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m just trying to help you guys avoid getting hurt! If you’re not careful, they’ll hurt you real bad!”

“You don’t think we know that?” Trent’s eyes narrowed. “We know they are strong, almost as strong as us. And we know what tactics they could use. We can handle ourselves around them.”

Before Shakes or any of the other Strikas could interject, Oliver’s frown deepened, showing off his sharp canines while his eyes narrowed. “You really like to judge a book by its cover, innit that right?” His good eye had a fire burning deep within its dark emerald color. “You want to tell us how we can’t handle a couple of bloody blokes that didn’t even cheat during our match? Or even played dirty compared to the first one we played against them? They respect us just as we respect them, scars and all.”

The young striker swallowed, his face becoming hot as he realized what the captain was implying. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Then if it wasn’t, why bother trying to play the hero when you know we won’t listen to you?” Trent said cooly. “Just like how all of you didn’t listen to us when we tried to warn you about your own teammates and their fighting? You’re lucky they’re both still alive. Otherwise, it could have gone worse than you think.”

A shaky Klaus poked his head from behind Shakes’s shoulder. “R-Really worse?”

“Much, much worse.” Oliver said darkly and sighed as he glanced at Dancing Rasta. “I really wished that our first meeting didn’t leave such a bad taste in our mouths. This conversation isn’t making our view of all of you any better.”

“Ohh except Lankey.” El Matador said sarcastically. “You don’t hate him because he knows you, despite the fact that you’re soooo rich, and he’s not. He doesn’t even have a sports car! He’s really boring, especially since he keeps spacing out or keeps trying to tell us all about his nerdy hobbies like painting dolls–”

The star Spanish striker never finished his sentence as a soccer ball suddenly whizzed past the side of his face, and hit the wall behind the Strikas team with a loud CRACK!

They turned around and all their eyes widened to see not one, but two soccer balls lodged within the concrete wall of the stadium, very close together. Behind El Matador, Cool Joe was shaking and holding onto his captain’s arm, the second soccer ball almost having hit him. Shakes turned back to Oliver and Trent, realizing they had been the ones to kick the balls. And they almost hit their mark.

“Don’t you DARE talk about Lancelot that way!” Oliver shouted, his eyes almost glowing with his anger. Beside him, Trent was holding him back with both hands gripping his arm, but his expression held the same anger his husband was feeling. Oliver kept going, his voice becoming loud and deafening, it made everyone stay in their spots. “He is my best friend, OUR best friend! He helped us get back on our feet when we were in bad shape! He’s defended me from the same rich people you think I should be cozying up to, when all they did was talk fucking shit about me and my family, and my other friends who I call my second family! He doesn’t have to be my friend, but he chooses to be because he’s got a kinder soul than any of you bloody idiots! He has my back and I have his, I cannot wish for anyone else to be a good and loyal friend other than Lancelot!”

Oliver breathed deeply, trying to reign in back his emotions. Trent rubbed his arm, whispering something in a soft voice, before turning to scowl at Shakes. “Honestly, if this is how you talk about him behind his back, your fellow teammate who looks up to you, then you are not doing yourselves any favors trying to make us like you.“ He guided Oliver to leave the other way, and said in a curt tone, “Good day.”

When both captains were out of earshot, Dancing Rasta ran his hands down his face with a deep groan. “Dis isn’t good…”

Shakes looked down at the ground, silencing the rest of the noise around him, as he thought back to what they had said. His fists tightened at his sides and he sighed tiredly. “We really blew it, didn’t we?”

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(For small context, Supa Strikas tried to be the most friendliest team when they first met Silver Lions, having heard they want to have a good time in the League. But they blew it and as much as some of the Lions are about giving second chances, some of the Strikas players, Shakes included, kept digging a hole they wouldn’t be able to climb out of.)

[l-amplights]

ok everybody, its time for bfdi rapping, lets meet our challengers. give it up for TD the sexy mute spitter! [cheering] and we know why we came here for the champion our main man with the sunglasses SUPA HOT FIREY!!!!! (yay go firey!!!) (you got this buddy!) sorry t-ster. anyway lets get into the coin toss shall we. heads TD goes first and tails firey goes first. Spit that TD. 🫷🫷👆😗🫵😢💧🔥💧💨 [oh oh wwoah] (oh my god) (WOAH teardrop just put out the fire) alright firey go get em (yeah!) i'm supa hot firey, you're wet and cold 🤨 you better check your phone 🤨📱 you just got rick rolled [cheering] (ohhh teardrop got rick rolled) (oh i just want firey to be himself) you can't win this battle cause you can't talk- AND IM SUPER HOT GIRL BECAUSE I'M LITERALLY FIRE CAUSE I'M SUPER HOT GIRL [cheering] (ooo YES FIREY YOU GOT IT) i am not a rapper, i'm f alt art v

this is how i sketched it out but i like the version with the leaking colours more so L

[holyscreamingintothevoid]

Frank had been grazing lazily on her favorite spot on the digital pasture when something caught her attention. A shiny thing, she couldn’t quite tell what it was even after lifting her sunglasses with a hoof and squinting. But Frank was anything but a timid mare, so she trotted towards it.

Up close it became obvious that the thing was a bottle—a cold one, judging by the condensation misting the glass. Very strange, considering the bottle must have been sitting in the sun for a bit.

Frank wondered if a user had put it here. People from all over the globe sometimes fed her meals, and maybe this was one of those gifts. They’d usually come with a message attached, though. How odd.

At first, Frank had assumed the liquid inside to be milk, but on closer inspection it had a yellowish tint to it. Frank knew that drinking unidentified liquids was not a good idea, but as a bot she was immune to poisonous substances and her father always made sure that the was protected from viruses, so she wasn’t too worried when she picked up the bottle and took a sip.

The instant the drink hit her tongue, Frank’s vision narrowed down to a pinprick and then seemed to expand until it felt like she could see to the edge of the universe.

The taste… On the surface, the drink liquid tasted like banana-flavored milk, but there was more to it. It tasted of knowledge, knowledge collected by humanity over millennia, knowledge used to cultivate nature and harvest its gifts. It tasted of generations of fruit, each sweeter and more tender than the last.

Frank was floating, being pulled towards something, a blinding light so bright she had to squint behind her sunglasses. A split in the fabric of the universe, peeling open to reveal a curve so long she couldn’t see its ends—but somehow she knew its shape. She could feel its soft edges repeated in the matter surrounding her and it was perfection.

The stars had turned to droplets of milk, or maybe they had always been. Frank was suddenly aware of a sound—had it always been there?—a cacophony of moos and the rustling of large leaves, and the swirling of a thousand slide whistles, and now she saw it, she saw—

“Frank?”

She was back on the pasture. A soft breeze was swaying the grass to her fee—her hooves, and in front of her lay the now empty bottle. Frank noticed the question must have come from somewhere and looked up. Had they been standing there this whole time? How had she not noticed them?

“Did you like the banana milk?”

“Mh, pretty good. 7/10.”

hey frank do you like banana milk

I've never had it, but I love the idea of banana milk. It's just so fucked up. Someone should really write a short story or something about it -- you could even get away with a lot in that format because it would be so brief and surreal. (The best part is where they try to explain what it means)

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