#wild foul

[aisphotostuff]

Wildlife on the Stour @ Chilham Kent by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Beautiful geese on the river Stour @ Chilham in the Kent valley..a stunning chalk river.The route falls into three clear sections as the river matures. Its source lies in springs in Lenham and the waters meander through fertile farms and parks towards Ashford

[ratwithhands]

A few days ago I woke up bleary eyed, sat down at my computer, and spat this out.

Mostly just a bit of goofy sketching but here's magical boy (magical man?) submas

I'm not gonna flesh this out a whole bunch since there's not much I can really do with it, but some rough notes:

Both of them have two soul stones, one in the hat and one in the staff. In their base uniform, the staff's stone is on the back of their gloves, separating when activated

They're only able to activate their abilities when they're with each other. Though they can both separately fight and return to normal, they need each other to begin the reaction and use their powers. Should one of them go missing, the other will not be able to use their abilities

The stone can be removed from the staff, returning to the hand if it is. The purpose of doing this is to replace it with a pokeball, allowing the staff to channel the pokemon's moves along with its standard attacks (electricity for Emmet, fire for Ingo)

Ingo and Emmet can trade (or steal) clothes mid transformation, switching pieces or entire uniforms. Emmet will typically borrow Ingo's darker gloves and boots if he expects to get particularly violent in battle, while Ingo usually takes Emmet's white accessories since he finds them more classy than his full black uniform

They are able to float in their magical forms, mostly using the levitation to run loops around their opponents and pressure them from all sides

The only opponent is literally Team Plasma, this power is reserved solely for beating grunts, sages, or Ghetsis should they ever cross paths (technically the code is to defend the world from evil but for any other issue they'll either settle it normally or with pokemon battling)

This was mostly for shits and giggles but I hope you enjoy 👍

[skidcd-megamix]

Slim shady but this

This is what happens

[sergle]

I have real questions about what is wrong with yall and if you have any cognitive reasoning skills, or any desire whatsoever to send messages to your friends instead of my inbox

[avnasace]

very curious that we now have four characters that originate from khaenri'ah, and two of them have specific powers relating to their status as 'pureblooded' khaenri'ahns, (we dont know about pierro yet)

but the literal prince regent of the fallen nation hasnt shown any sign of any other powers yet? interesting...

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine imitating Legacy's noises (chirps, purrs, etc) to see how he reacts

ohh that is SO CUTE i do this with my own cats

the first time you mimic Foul Legacy's chirps, he has to do a double take- that sounds like him!! except not him, at the same time- uniquely you, your voice softer and less guttural than his. he nudges you insistently- do it again! - and when you let out the same quiet chirp he starts trilling delightedly, nuzzling and pressing his face against your cheek; delicate Abyssal kisses. his arms wrap around your shoulders and squeeze you tight, able to feel the rumbling coming from his chest as he purrs. when he chitters, you chirp back, and he trills again, and you have an entire little conversation! even if you're not saying anything you can understand, he still glows with joy at this simple type of conversing

Legacy already thinks that you purr! it's when you hum in satisfaction, or let out a contented sigh or exhale in relief- but to hear you try and imitate his deep, rolling purrs makes him unbelievably happy. Abyssal monsters actually don't purr that much unless they're feeling safe and comfortable- but Foul Legacy always feels at home around you, and he purrs constantly as a way of conveying that. to hear you purr in your own way shows that you're comfortable near him as well, you feel safe around a monster such as him. he loves you and you love him, and he couldn't be more delighted

[lefttoesucker]

oOoOO why can't I ever enjoy media in a normal way why do I always have to be insane about them

Anyway have a quick drawing of the Whispess cause I'm a sucker for monster designs <3

[spencer-vqmp]

KEED VAMPIR!!!!

[thornsent]

yeah I looked at OP's blog and scrolled for like three seconds and it's just complaining about trans men/trans mascs in a very r/thathappened way. even if a trans man in a discord server DID ask you to stop using she/her for anyone regardless of their pronouns, it's legitimately deranged and delusional to infer Every Single Trans Man is like that, and it is additionally problematic to insinuate this either came from "fragile masculinity" or some sort of conspiracy theory to eradicate femininity when in reality if this even happened it seems like it's someone who is not doing well mentally, likely in an unsupportive environment, who is trying to control their surroundings in a situation where they lack autonomy. idk do you guys ever get tired of assuming everything is a huge evil conspiracy? if not I'd suggest actually living in the midst of one and then maybe you can compare

[ashestoashes7]

hello hello requesting some foul play as usual :)

- @you-know-i-get-itt

I think you’re the reason this has not died in my drafts lol. Of course <33

WIP Game

- Foul Play -

Nothing good comes for free, and Kevin would not have forgotten the price of crossing the butcher. It was no accident Kevin hadn’t tagged along on their little recruitment trip. Baltimore never treated either of them kindly. If Nathaniel had been the one given the opportunity to leave, he wouldn’t have risked returning. He wouldn’t fault Kevin for his absence.

Nathaniel had caught snippets about their other recruitment trips—a mix of Dan and Kevin and Andrew specifically tailored to their desired recruit.

Kevin would have been the smartest technical choice to ply Nathaniel—they had played together, once, when Kevin was destined for red and black and Nathaniel was trying to find his way off the butcher’s block—but Dan was the strategic one.

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[tomoleary]

Paul Coker Jr Horrifying Clichés from MAD magazine “Displaying A Wild Abandon”

“Ignoring A Snide Remark”

“Caught On the Horns Of A Dilemma”

“Bowing To The Inevitable”

“Whipping Up A Frenzy”

“Unearthing A Foul Plot”

“Heaving A Sigh”

[aisphotostuff]

Wildlife on the Stour @ Chilham Kent by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Beautiful geese on the river Stour @ Chilham in the Kent valley..

[todayisafridaynight]

y3 is so insane how did they get away with that in 2009 minedai is literally insane

it's not as if they showed anything super explicit in all fairness. mine's language is pretty much the only Objectively eyebrow raising thing. In My Opinion.

[skepticalcatfrog]

I feel like not enough people talk about how one of the first things we see Benedikt do in the entire series is push both Roma and Marshall into the river and then jump in after them

[deathsmallcaps]

prompt for any fandom or original fiction:

waking up in hospital, but the lights are off, no ones around.

Thanks for the ask! My inbox is open for prompts! This is for Talk To Me (2022), an Australian horror film.

The candle is blown, and Mia opens her eyes. She’s back in the hospital. It’s darker now, and there’s nobody.

Mia explores, walking now instead of running like before. The elevator her Dad took has a lit button panel, but nothing happens when she presses them. Riley’s recovery room is bare. The windows are mostly opaque, but occasionally a warm light will appear, or the shadow of a hand (rarely as mangled as her own) will brush up against it, indicating light beyond.

She tries to break them, to reach out to those hands beyond the glass, but all that happens is that she wakes up in the same starting spot, all over again.

Purgatory is fucking boring to the point of being awful. But Mia is vaguely glad she’s not in hell, if she’s this miserable here.

Occasionally, the darkness will envelope her, and there will be a candle and a hand, reaching out to her.

She always takes it, of course. Despite the gibbering, repentant madness that overwhelms her mind each time, she needs that interaction. There are very few things that are worse than being alone in that hospital.

At first, over the years, all she can do is desperately beg to speak to Riley, and Jade, and whoever else she hopes could still possibly be alive, could still forgive her and her sins.

But they’re usually just kids. Kids at a party, who often don’t even speak English. So after a while, she can occasionally swallow the madness. She thinks back to one of the first times she herself was possessed, and a Frenchwoman sang a song, perhaps about fools. She didn’t do well in French class. It seems so long ago now. And stupid.

How long had she been dead?

She doesn’t want these kids to be dead.

So she tells them. When she can. Tries to warn them of the curse she can only guess at, the rumors that floated through the wind when she was trying to fix Riley’s possession.

And slowly. Slowly slowly slowly. She can tell them more often. And the time between Talks takes longer and longer. It’s agonizing to be alone, in that hospital, where either her insanity or her trusting, loving foolishness reached its peak.

But it’s better than knowing that somewhere, out there, another soul is entering a purgatory like hers. Or worse.

She doesn’t know how long she’s been alone now. Even the shadows of hands seemingly fade away.

Mia is laying on the floor one day, face up, contemplating trying to eat the ceiling tiles again (all that lay behind is that opaque glass again, and all damage, all proof of herself resets after each Talk. There’s no point really.) when she hears a tiny crinkle.

There is no sound except for herself and the Talkers. Something is different.

She goes into the room where the sound seemingly echoed from. Riley’s room.

There’s a crack in the glass.

And it grows, splintering and shattering, the longer she stares at it.

Mía tries to break through, but she ends back up in her starting spot. And when she opens her eyes, she can hear again.

And everything is shattering.

She scrambles to her feet. The noise, a mere few moments ago a curious joy, is now overwhelming. Running, running past the desk and the beds and everything else, Mia arrives at the elevator.

It dings.

And the door opens up.

Mia rushes in, and turns to see her entire little world shattering into void.

And there is a man standing by the button panel inside the elevator. He presses the up button and smiles, holding his arms out to her.

“Dad?”

[humorous-individual]

Okok, I know I JUST made a councilor post, but I've been working on a cosplay and I'm finally getting somewhere decent with the helmet. Turns out Eva foam gets EVERYWHERE and can be a slight nuisance to clean up.

It's not done ofc, but it's getting to the point it doesn't make me physically ill to look at. Of course, that could just be the foam I'm inhaling.

Also just ignore me taping the things together, I still have to make it look pretty lol