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[popfizzles]

Does anyone else have a bad ending or is it just the Sins?

Well if you're asking if others have "soulless forms", it's just the sins. <:) But the dynamics it creates between the sins and their old friends/family sends ripples through everyone else's stories, creating "bad endings" for them too.

Here's a few that I've been rotating in my head these past few days;

Mac and Greed. Mac listens to Greed talk, and it makes him realize he deserves a whole lot more in life, after everything he's been through. The trouble is, Mac doesn't really know when to stop taking, and it lands him in some hot water.

Mojito and Envy. Mojito choked down so many hurt feelings regarding Red Solo for so long. Jax didn't deserve him like he did. Envy convinces Mojito to just take what should have been his in the first place, no matter the consequences.

Smith and Sloth. Smith works his ass off all week and never let's himself put his guard down. Sloth gets him to slow down for once. It's nice at first. But Smith ultimately starts napping through his life falling apart without him there to hold everything up.

Elder Kettle, Greed, and Envy. The Devil wants his two best repossession men to go all the way to Isle One and "do a welfare check on an old friend of his". The old man in the empty house insists that he owes nothing, and that the two should leave before things get complicated. But Greed and Envy know better. Everyone on Inkwell owes some kind of debt.

Yarrow and Sloth. King Dice's personal tailor provides costuming and uniforms for all the casino workers, including the sins. But for some reason, he seems to take longer during Sloth's fittings, and dote on her with a sad look on his features. Sloth doesn't mind. The man seems kind of like a workaholic, anyway.

[midnightfire830]

*CRASHES IN ON A STOLEN LAMBO*

*SPITS THIS OUT*

GUYS!! I FREAKING FINISHED IT!!! FINALLY!!! RAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

After a total of 61 hours and 58 minutes over the span of 2 months. ITS DONE!!!

Idk how to draw the Devil or anything about typography in the context of a comic but eh! I did my best!

Thanks to @purpleserenity for the dialogue and inspiration. Seriously. Thanks for the help figuring out this comic and re-inspiring me.

And thanks to @queenperri for the help in designing the comic. I probably would have given up without you so thanks so much!!!

[reikaniichan]

initial rough sketch version because you can see where my priorities are (lmfao) and also it’s just very funny to me.

..the thought that went into this was just “he’s short, huh.”

also, since no dice (oc) is a series of tubes (what?), the difference between his sketch version and detailed version isn't as drastic... or something...

[yaoiboylover]

GIGANTIC ART DUMP

[frillshop]

Opal Piece Tarot Galaxy Dice (Full set) - URWizards on Etsy

[sstarnights]

A lil toh x cuphead crossover woahhh

Been replaying the cuphead game and watching the show a lot and... I'm back in the fandom baby wooo. This is just for funsies hehe.

[sleepieststimming]

Can u make one of armageddemon ( or any of the digimon in that line ) ^.^..?

Armageddemon stimboard for "anon" (Hi Stella!!!)

creds ! 01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07 . 08 . 09

[justarandomhelluvablog]

Okay so obviously the more important thing here was Angel's reaction to it, but

Husk's face when he realized Valentino was there.....

[chewby-stims]

I was feeling very silly today, so a team blossom stimboard with pink, cherry blossoms and drink mixing! for me and @omgitsbeewave 's silly au

there's context I promise

x x x | x x x | x x x

[intrigd-voyagr]

before I write the next installment of the mush and snail arc DON'T get mad at me blame Jax for rolling an 11!!!!!!! that is all

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Would Kaito be somewhat immune to Hivemind!Kichi`s control, because of his strong will and hatred of him.

No that just makes it harder for kokcihi to infect because kaitos less likely to do whatever thing it is that makes one connect to it. Like if it's like he has to consume something, Kaito's not going to be easily just handed a drink y'know? If he needs to say something he can't just tell him to say it so easily. Gotta get trickier.

[vangoggles]

groceries are getting so fucking expensive but at least we can still have chili cheese fries...

[positivelybeastly]

Simon says 🎲

7. A romantic kiss.

"So, what's this new form supposed to be?"

Hank blinks, and turns from where he's laying on the Avengers Mansion roof. It's newly completed, and he swears he's just stress testing it, but really he just wanted a moment of respite from the party going on downstairs. It was, as with all things Janet van Dyne, simultaneously very chic, very stylish, and yet all together too much - an excellent time, to be sure, but exhausting.

Hank's spent a lot of the last few years feeling exhausted, if he's honest. Which . . . well. Given the company he's currently keeping, it's hard not to be.

Honest, that is. He was never too exhausted for Simon.

"Simon! I hope I haven't drawn you away from the festivities - there's really no need to concern yourself, I just needed a breath of fresh air."

He's just hovering there, as beautiful as the day Hank first laid eyes on him. Why wouldn't he be? He's ionic. A collection of atoms and molecules so completely and utterly distinct that to call him a Wonder Man is both an absolutely correct appellation and the world's worst misnomer. He'll outlast them all - Hank knows that as surely as he knows the warped, frayed edges of his own genome. They've both been utterly transformed, but while Hank's only made himself look less and less human, Simon just . . . persists. Forever beautiful.

Electrically charged atoms, clustered so tightly and so densely that they form wisps of purple, surround him, and if Hank were feeling more himself, he might tease that there's a charge in the air tonight. Instead, he just smiles. He finds it hard to stop himself from smiling at Simon. He probably looks drunk. He has been drinking a little.

But if Simon thinks so, he doesn't say or show it. Instead, he floats like the proverbial cloud so that he's hovering right above and to the left of Hank, carefully setting himself down by his old buddy, his old pal. A less knowledgeable Simon scholar might think that he'd be easier to read if only he would take off those glasses, but Hank's well aware that if he did, there'd only be the red.

And he's never needed to see his eyes to read Simon.

"Jan's in fine form tonight."

Hank laughs, and immediately the tension he didn't quite realise he was feeling unfurls like a jolly caterpillar. "Isn't she just? I seem to recall the Professor doing something similar, years ago, back after Genosha. A rush of activity, a burst of energy, as if to prove it wasn't all for nothing, that life goes on. Granted, I think we're in a damned better place than we were back then."

Were they? Hank's not so sure. He's teaching at Harvard now, which wouldn't have happened 10 years ago. He knows that from personal, lived experience - after his second successful application to the school, one of the custodians had seen fit to give him his old red maroon suit jacket he'd thrown on the floor of the Dean's office in a fit of pique when his first application had been denied. But for everyone else, well . . .

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we are, actually."

"Optimism, Simon? Your wonders never cease."

Simon sees the punchline coming a mile away, walks into it. They laugh. This is comfortable, isn't it? This is nice.

"I think . . . I think Wanda and I finally broke it off, today. We talked, at the park, and it . . . well, there's more to talk about. But it felt pretty definitive."

Ah. So, that's why Wanda had hugged Hank when she'd seen him.

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. You were good for one another."

Simon snorts. It's a strange noise to hear out of that movie star mouth and filtered through the '40s Transatlantic accent that he always seems to settle on, and it makes Hank start a little.

"No we weren't. She wasn't what I needed, and I wasn't what she wanted. Never has been, and I never have been."

Good use of tenses, Simon. It was all Hank could think as he looks at the other man, rubbing his thumbs together.

". . . Well. Regardless. I always thought you were at least nice together."

"Is that why you turned up on that date all those years back wearing my old safari jacket? Because Wanda and I were nice together?"

Jesus Christ, Simon, go for my damn well jugular, why don't you?! Hank sat up at that, looking momentarily offended, utterly confused, absolutely bamboozled. Now Simon really is unreadable, just sitting there, staring at him. It says a lot about the both of them and the way they've left things, the way they've been skirting around each other's edges, that they both know exactly what Simon's talking about, despite it being one dumb date night Hank had crashed over a decade ago that most people would have just let fade into the annals of forgettable fun.

Well, now. Where in the nine rings of Hell did he go from here?

"It's, ah. It's a combination of a few different simian species - macaque, gorilla, ape, etcetera. The form. My new form. Since you asked. It's a little chimeric, if you want to know the genetic details. It retained my yellow eyes, from my feline mutation, however, I'm not quite sure why."

Simon just looks at him. Hank's answered the question, but not the question.

"It was - funny. I was being funny."

"Like Bugs Bunny."

"Precisely! Precisely like Bugs Bunny."

Simon sighs.

"Look, I know you may have spent a good amount of time dead, Simon, but I know when you were born and I know for fact that you know enough about Bugs Bunny to know that Bugs is - is - "

Where was he going with this?

"Oh, whatever . . ."

He turns away, starting to think that maybe he should head back inside. But . . . that would mean away from Simon, even if that's the reason he thinks maybe he should head back inside. His ears twitch as he hears plastic and metal and glass move, and he realises that Simon's taken off his glasses. The thought doesn't really phase him. All he'd see is the red. And, don't get him wrong, he likes the red, it's a reminder that he's not alone in possessing a body so utterly transformed that the windows to the shreds of his soul are tinted, but, not right now.

"Hank."

Oh, all right, fine, he supposes he'll look at his movie star friend a bit more.

He turns back, and starts a little. Again. How is it that Simon's getting the drop on him so many times tonight? Wasn't that supposed to be his gimmick? But then again, he's one of the few people who knows what it means to glance back at Simon and see his real eyes - or, maybe it was better to say his other eyes. That means he's concentrating, holding back that crackle that usually just comes spilling out of him. That's something he usually only does when he has to do a close-up, or if . . .

If there's something he wants to say but he can't quite say.

What is it that Simon wants to say?

Well.

Quite by instinct, Hank finds himself leaning back towards Simon, and . . . well, yes, that is his hand cupping his jaw a little, and well, maybe that is the tips of his fingers stroking at the immaculately trimmed sideburns that he's certain Simon's had for nigh on 30 years now. And maybe that is his thumb, feeling the cold skin of his best friend's cheek.

It's December in New York, and everyone in the city is cold except for Hank McCoy. It's always the way of things. He's always just that mite uncomfortable every time it's vaguely warm, but touching Simon like that, well . . . it's just nice. Funny, isn't it? Hank's got enough letters after his name to fill several alphabets, but he can't think of a word better than nice right now. It simply is nice. He's cool to the touch. Their temperatures reach a natural equilibrium. He's certain that means something, but what, well . . . it's . . . hard. Don't ask him right now. He's busy.

Busy kissing Simon Williams.

He knows what the man tastes like, of course (oh, hush). He's kissed him before. Bugs Bunny, like he said. But this is . . . undeniably something different. There's a difference between a big, loud, lip smacky, comedy kiss, and . . . this. This, touch, this, embrace, this, this. Hank's kissed a lot of people before, been frankly something of a slut in his time, but this is . . . more, than that. This is . . . charged. The fur on the back of his hand stands on delighted end as he spends just a little more time just, kissing, his best friend, and he can feel the ionic charge rippling along his fur. It's, good. Better than good.

Wonderful, actually.

He opens his eyes, and he realises that Simon's let the crackle flow back out. He's staring into red, pulsating energy again. It's like staring into a supernova, imperious and cold in its power. And he knows his own body well enough to know that Simon's staring into a star of his own, golden yellow, warm and knowing. If he'll allow his inner poet to escape him for a moment, something a little celestial is happening, he thinks.

That's - all, he thinks, actually. His mind's gone a little bit blank. His lips are still tingling with ionic charge as Simon looks at him, clearly expecting him to say something. First thing to come to mind, go.

". . . Better than Bugs Bunny?"

Simon laughs.

"Yeah, better than Bugs Bunny, you goof."

[galaxae]

i hate getting paid biweekly & i hate that i have to like, pay for rent and groceries and stuff. i wanna get my nose pierced AND commission my friend(s). my next paycheck can only pay for one (1) of those. and the paycheck after that isnt until the very end of the month. so i'm basically super sad

[v3joker]

What is your top three favorite things about Ion?

Whoever you are, I love you, I will kiss you on the mouth.

I love his personality, especially how he's kinda cocky/snarky for someone who tries to take a heroic persona which shows in his voice lines. Especially in his taunt/provoke quote in the Korean dub where we taunts the opponent for being so bad that they can't do something as simple as throwing a die (it's just "This opponent is too easy!" in English so it's somewhat the same but the Korean dub hurts more ya know lol).

On another aspect of his personality that I love, his willingness to not take things standing and wanting to take things in his own hands. He has this thing about disliking luck/fate where in his lobby quote in the Korean dub it's not his line about saying relying on luck is amauter, but how he decides his own fate.

He's also just so caring, especially for kids and so caring for his family. Aside from his want for revenge (which is a whole other essay involving other things), he is driven by how much he cares and loves his younger sister, Mary, who is presumably the only immediate family he has left which is also a factor in being in the tournament. So much of him in the game is in his connection to Mary and she in turn has connections that are specifically about Ion (they both are connected to the blue rose for example and it's only them, they're both in this tournament cause of each other). He also cares for Tora, a kid he just met, after seeing him lose and cry for his sister. He is so caring and is such a big brother to people he's so sWEET.

[stoneheart-paramour]

well i did it, i actually sat down and got some writing done. 2.5k words in fact. what

i'm very tired and it's very past time to be writing but hey. it's something