#his new suit I'm in love

[parkjammys]

Jason Todd's body details and new suit design

[goldensunset]

i looooove pokémon npcs whose team members subtly imply something about them that's never touched upon in the story or at least never outright said. i love villains having friendship evos. i love trainers who commit hard to one aesthetic or vibe with their team (beyond simply sharing a type) and i love it even better when there's one random exception especially if that's their ace. i love when later down the line someone boxes the cute fun soft baby pokémon they used to have in favor of a seemingly stronger or scarier one to show that they're getting serious. i love when they have a pokémon that's difficult to get and raises lots of questions about them. i love it when the lore behind a pokémon fits the character to a T and i love it even better when it appears to contradict them. give me the story-gameplay harmony but better yet give me what appears to be story-gameplay dissonance but might actually have implications if we're willing to dive deep into it

[littlestardescendants]

So I'm just fucking around with Raphael right now and omg;

We're doing this while Neckbeards watch?? Damn..

Also man why does Satan have the sexiest noises while Raphael sounds like a squealing wheezing dying animal??

Talk about a mood killer lol-

(EDIT: Fixed it so nothing dirty being seen now ✨️ )

[laismoura-art]

Sareena: MY boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips, what should I do?

Hanzo: punch him in the stomach, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him :)

Kia: Tackle him!

Jataaka: Kick him in the shin!

Bi-Han: NO TO ALL OF THOSE! JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!

Later:

Bi-Han: You knew what you were starting when you suggested that.

Hanzo: Don't have the slightest idea of what you're talking about, my dear in-law :)

Bi-Han: >:(

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Again, this works in any scenario, but I had "Be My King" in mind.

[aeb-art]

soooo… i did another comic with geo (who of course belongs to @8um8le)! it ending up stretching the page quite a bit, so the rest is under the cut o7

and geo proceeded to win every single round of pool that night, the end, thank you for reading this far 🙇

i'm still not super confident in writing for geo, but i had too much fun with this to care ehehe 🥰 this is the year of indulgence, everyone!

edit: i just realized that I PUT THE CICUITS ON THE WRONG ARM! it's supposed to be on my right not my left, oh i'm so mad 😭💔

[fisheito]

re: pokemans

o wait holdd on dfrifrij

WISHIWASHI YAKUMO 🤣😭😭

nah but for real may i offer u some creatures that are just. assigned. i do not imagine them as anything else anymore

(girafarig yakumo, rockruff garu, hisuian zoroark kuya)

[todayisafridaynight]

This might not be anything, but while writing about your fics, the way you have the characters' mannerisms down PERFECTLY got me thinking about mirroring...

There's a lot of it in 7 (Horii is a directorial genius etc etc), most of it more intentional than these probably are, but there's something so interesting about mirroring that takes the tone of a (relatively) fond memory, a familiar gesture, and inverts it in the way shown here.

OH I'M GLAD YOU'VE NOTICED THESE TOO I think I mentioned it months back (or I drafted a post 'bout it but didn't think it was anything noteworthy) but I always really did like how the Arakawa Family mimicked each other's mannerisms (also circling back to how Jo and Masato calling Ichiban 'Ichi' presumably after picking it up from Arakawa)!

Aoki actually does the same sitting gesture too! I went back to double check and skim through the rest of the game's cutscenes, and as far as I could tell unless I skipped a scene, it really is only these three that do this specific pose:

It's such a small detail but I love it immensely and it really does highlight their connections with each other and it drives me insane

[saixpuppy]

🦐 for the ask game!!!

the emotions really DO be shrimpin'....

so beatmania iidx has me by the throat rn and i'm absolutely in love with all the roots26 characters. they're very interconnected, and all sorts of little mundane details about each one make them feel like people i could know. i've got two favorites but the one who's currently eating most of my fucking brain real estate is

duel

real name "leonard baxter," which is a very silly name in my honest onion. i am never going to call him that ever in my life. the aliases are basically just IIDX usernames anyway so that's cute in a way i guess.

he's a british weeaboo. completely seriously. i'm going mostly off the arcadia version of his profile here - he was a sweet kid who liked soccer, but got screwed over after his parents' store went bankrupt, started fucking around as a broker in the black market because poverty. got stabbed, got inspired to move to japan from a movie he saw while he was in the hospital, and now he writes books about culture and uses his black market sales skills to export weeb shit.

oh, and as per heroic verse and rage, apparently he's also some kind of dog-mecha-suit-wearing demon-assassination-strike-team-member who's on the leash of one of the more morally dubious recurring characters.

"isn't this a game about being a dj," someone asked me recently. (it is.)

siren calls him shady basically to his face. iirc one of the girls says he talks strange (he does - from what i can see he tends to quote stuff and has other...quirks.) he dresses like a mall ninja military fetishist. (he's never been in the military - though another fucking iidx dj has. nix my beloved.) i threw some actual official art of him on a customized eamusement card decal and my friend said i shouldn't use it because it has actual gang imagery in it. (i only mention this because i think it's hilarious in retrospect.)

i hate this man. i want to put him in the dryer spin cycle. his fashion choices make me want to eat my own iidx controller. he's the exact kind of person i'd kill to be friends with because he'd invite me to go to japanese history museums. his tits are out in the newest art of him that i've found. if he wanted to put a dog collar on me i probably would not tell him no.

shrimp emotions indeed

[sysig]

Dance, fucker, dance (Patreon)

[slumbergoblin]

Cry big man! Cry!

[faux-lights]

briar's no good, very bad first ever experience

ok i wrote again. this also did not receive any editing or re-reading. read at your own risk. featuring Horizon by @always-anxious-skychild

Another star fell from the sky.

This was not an infrequent occurrence, but the inhabitants of this world took care to notice when it did. Throughout the realms, children with bright eyes and brighter cores whispered to one another, pointing out the light trailing across the sky.

They took notice when the star's path strayed from the familiar dunes of the Isle of Dawn, the birthplace of all but a rare few. Where is it going, the Sky Children whispered. Perhaps it's heading for the Prairie, or the Forest. Brief, hushed chuckles. Perhaps it will breach the Vault's wall, like that star a few seasons back. But no such things would come to pass.

The whispers turned harsh and surprised when the star's direction became clear. Such a path had not been seen in quite some time, after all. The Children of the Light who cared enough to pay attention to the falling star turned their gazes to the mountain and its storm.

...

Somewhere, someone with dark eyes and branching horns was approached with urgent news.

...

The first thing the Sky Child knew was sound. A dull, droning roar that reverberated through the air, ripping through their newly formed senses with no thought of mercy. It hurt.

Slowly, tentatively, they opened their eyes for the first time, and the first thing the Sky Child saw was red. A wrathful red sky that burned itself into their eyes from behind the thick, smoky cloud cover. If a sky could hate, this sky loathed with everything it was.

Below were dark waters reflecting the red of the sky, and if the sky burned with malice, the waters' hatred was cold and leeching and insidious. Jutting out were jagged crystals as red and bitter as the sky, and rocks hurtled down from above, striking the ground and shattering into biting splinters.

The first thing the Sky Child wondered was why they knew of the spite inherent in their surroundings, and why it didn't seem to be directed toward them. The shallow water they laid in was cold, but its cold didn't bite and drain like some (rapidly dwindling) part of them insisted it should. They wondered and stared until their fledgling gaze landed on—

They sucked in a breath and almost choked, jolting back under their—oh, they were beneath something—jolting further back under the rocky ledge they laid under.

There was a statue, covered in crystalline growths. It laid prone on the ground, reaching out as if in desperation. They didn't know why, but the sight of it sent primal terror lancing through their core.

The first thing they felt was fear, as they concretely realized that this was not a place of life. They didn't want to be here anymore. They scooted backwards, glancing around wildly for any sort of way out. They emerged from under the outcropping their star had created with its crash landing, taking their first steps where most take their last. Staggering out into the open, they were finally able to see the Diamond. They froze in their tracks, their stare affixed to the great, red monolith in the near distance. It glowed, and vibrated, and seemed to spew out the storm all around them somehow. It was so bright and hostile, it hurt their eyes and they had to squint, but they were mesmerized even as it was terrifying in all of its mass and brilliance and malignancy.

…How odd. Why was that thundering sound coming closer—?

...

Sharp, piercing pain blossomed across their body, bowling them over—

The rocks were falling from the sky, on them, shattering on their body—

They cried out in shock and pain and fear, they had to get to cover they had to get out of here—

CRACK

S N A P

Something hit their horn. The left one.

It felt like their head was splitting apart.

The rain of rocks receded, at least.

They were on the ground now. They didn't want to stand up.

The Sky Child laid there for a moment, until they realized, despite the haze of pain, that the thundering of the rain was approaching again. Desperately, they looked for somewhere to hide (crying out as the sudden movement made pain lance through their head), and managed to find something.

There were spots and static in their eyes and filling their head, but they managed to drag themself into a small, hidden spot beneath a jutting rock outcropping.

The rocks pounded overhead, but they couldn't touch them anymore. Was this the whole world? Was this all there was? Was this all there would ever be? For all they knew, they'd be here forever, with their head in agony and with rocks thundering down and with the statues all around and with the Diamond always looming over everything—

They curled up, as small and compact as they could possibly be, and cried.

…

The Sky Child did not know how long they spent there, shielded from the realm of death and despair that was their birthplace. They only knew that tears still fell, though they were silent now, and that their head still pulsed with pain.

They did not have much knowledge of the concept of time, yet, so how could they have known how long it was until someone else arrived?

They had expected to be left where they were without any hope of escape or change, but now something was different. They heard footsteps, splashing in the dark water, their pace suggesting urgency. Their breath hitched in dread, and they tried to retreat further into hiding. Would… whatever this was want to hurt them too?

The footsteps began to approach, stopping and starting with each phase of the torrent of rocks. There was nothing they could do now, they couldn't run, not with the danger and the pain, all they could do was hope they wouldn't be found, hope they'd be safe here—

Whatever, whoever it was, they arrived before the hiding spot, and the footfalls stopped. The Sky Child held their breath, dizzy with fear and pain and dread, watching as the something crouched down. A concerned face peered beneath their hiding place, and the Sky Child was no longer alone. The new face bore an expression of great worry, and from its forehead sprouted dark, branching horns.

They were the same.

"Hello," the Other Sky Child said, concern blatant in his voice.

The Sky Child did not know how to respond.

"My name is Horizon. It's nice to meet you."

They slowly extracted themself from the tightly balled position they had been in, wincing as the motion sharpened the dull ache in their head. The Other Sky Child's—Horizon's—eyes widened. "Your horn… what happened to it? You're hurt."

"I—" the Sky Child had never spoken before, and their voice was high and quavery with fear and pain. "I want… to leave. Out. Please."

Horizon nodded, as if they already knew. He offered his hand, and they took it.

As it turns out, there was a way out. This wasn't the whole world. This wasn't all there was. This wasn't all that would ever be. There was a new, beautiful world out there. And everything was going to be okay.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Calling it a night and I'm going to try and fall asleep before 2 in the morning

[businesstiramisu]

Been watching Suits, it’s Very Good

I mostly knew it as “the show that made Meghan Markle famous”, and to be fair, she is great in it

But no one told me about Gina Torres as the managing partner of the law firm, and she absolutely owns that role.

(you might know her as Zoë Washburn in Firefly -- and tbf I’m more into Zoë as a character, but Gina Torres plays an *incredible* Jessica Pearson! Looks amazing, dominates every room she’s in, decisive and respectable leader, somehow I still buy that she has a strong moral code act despite “laywers being dicks to each other” being the entire point of the show, and she’s just as much in the muck as any of them)

And apparently in the later seasons my fave Dulé Hill joins the regular cast!! So yeah lots to love about this show, and I haven’t even talked about the actual story or main characters yet.

[masquenoire]

"HIYA MASKY! IT'S ME! I found the pied piper! After a thorough questioning which nearly cost him his leg, I can confirm that he did not sell out Croco! He took a nasty blow to the head while they gassed our big reptilian companion and took him away! They were looking for weapon shipments to help arm our little rebellion! I'm having my boys patch him up and I'll drag him with me... He can make up for his mistake by helping!"

"So since I went into the sewers to find him, I assume I can get a little reward for doing my best, right? Come on. Hand over a suit! Don't be mean! I got mine dirty for this!"

Masky! In the past, such audacity from the clown would have been enough to make him reach for Sodom and Gomorrah but tonight was a different story. Instead of his enemy, tonight the Joker was... well, an ally was too optimistic but she had come through, delving deep into the filth and decay of the sewers running beneath the city streets to find their elusive quarry, ie the same manner that a terrier would drive out a rat. More than that, she’d also taken measures to find out what happened, why Croc had disappeared, relieving his suspicions that the Ratcatcher had betrayed them all to Chimera. ”So that’s what happened. I figured ratty boy was a coward but didn’t think he’d be stupid enough turn tail and run.” Roman replied, though his expression soured when the Joker mentioned a reward. He hadn’t thought she was serious about wanting one of his suits. Of course she had been. Damn her and her twisted obsession with his fashion. Still, his ire pales in comparison to his concern about the situation. Croc was still gone and the more time was ticking, the lower their chances were of getting the scaled behemoth back in one piece. Already an eye and a hand had been sent to him and Doctor Psycho respectively, bringing everything in full circle now their little snitch - or who he’d figured to be the snitch, had been brought to heel.  And to task no less. Roman had no doubt that the clown had her own persuasive ways of getting stubborn tongues to flap. ”Still ain’t sure to believe a word from his mouth but if you say that’s what happened, who am I to deny it? Especially with the evidence all over your clothes.” Roman says, almost wistful as to their missing companion. Nonetheless he rolls his eyes; a suit was a small price to pay for getting Otis back even if it was from Paragon, and Roman fully intended on making the man squirm for making him give the Joker a pair. Roman idly tosses the clown a set of keys, silver and shining. ”To my walk-in closet. Take any pair you want but don’t clean me out. These suits don’t come cheap,” he growls. The clown could probably pull them all off too knowing her.

[hotseok]

elders

[angelltheninth]

Vox Comes so Hard He Causes a Blackout

Pairing: Vox x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, blackout, kissing, rough sex, scratching, embarrassment

A/N: This was an ask but I think I accidentally deleted it? No matter, I'm writing it now.

Oh Vox loves making you go limp on his cock

After a long day of broadcasts, dealing with various news reporters, Velvette and Valentino getting on his nerves sometimes, all he wants to do is get that stress out

He doesn't need to tell you twice that the best way to do this is to fuck hard

You pull him into a deep kiss as his sharp hands dig into your ass and he throws you onto the bed

His suit is thrown aside in reckless, horny abandon, his cock dripping with light blue cum

Easy for him to move you into any position he wants you to be in

But when he's a bit tired he doesn't want to tease you or drag things out, he needs a quick and hard release, as soon as possible

Jokes about being as pent up as Valentino but he's probably more pent up, spending most of his day in his broadcasting studio and not very keen on giving everyone a free show

Skips a lot of foreplay and goes straight to fucking his cock into your pretty pussy

He saw you, you know, fucking yourself on your fingers

Almost like you wanted him to finish his work faster but he's not gonna fall for that

Loves to feel your warm body against his, he runs a bit cold because of all his tech implants

His whole body vibrates when he's close to coming

Your body feels perfect bouncing on top of him

All these sensations overwhelm him after his long day, he can't hold back when he finishes, his screen flashing, displaying your name

Sparks only last a moment before the whole room is engulfed in darkness, the only light coming from him

A quick glance out the window reveals that the whole city is like that, a complete black out, because he came so hard inside of you

You can't control your laughter

Vox's screen goes from blue to pink to red

If you tell anyone about this he will make you say the most embarrassing shit he swears to god

You would never do anything to embarrass your boyfriend