Scissor Blade

GUYS GUYS do you still remember that time

when humanity’s current strongest

butted heads with the underground’s strongest

and fucking eruwin just suddenly swoops down in a 90-degree angle from the damn sky and gets in between them like nobody’s damn business

AND THAT SLO-MOSHUN REVEAL OF HIS HANDSOME SOFT-AS-A-BABY’S-BUTT FACE (also erwin u needed to scissor your blades to block levi’s tiny dagger stop showing off to your future husband already)

istg we’re seeing this scene unfold in levi’s eyes and time just slowed tf down when ambercrombie&fitch blondie hit him with the sexy eyes

exhibit 6: that moment levi knew he’s fucked in more ways than one

erwin’s 9/10 combat skills is on par with levi dafuq look at that, he’s holding on to him and levi’s holding onto him as well fffff and what is this metaphor of knives and blades and fencing im screaming

this beats any shoujo-manga first meetings tbh

Creepypasta #1022: Mr Popsicle

Length: Short

It was my friend Anna who first told me about Mr Popsicle. My mom had gone out and left me alone in the apartment, and so I invited Anna over five minutes after she left.

We were making popsicles in our huge freezer which was empty except for some microwaveable meals my mom had left so I didn’t starve. 

“To make a Mr Popsicle, you insert two sticks into a mold, like little legs. It’s sort of a voodoo thing. But you must never leave him alone in your freezer once he has come to life, as you never know what he might get up to!” Anna said. 

So of course we inserted two wooden sticks into one of the old plastic molds, sticking out at diagonal angles, and placed all the molds carefully inside the freezer for a few hours.

We ate every one apart from Mr P. Despite Anna’s earlier warning, I didn’t have the heart to devour the little guy. 

“So tell me more about Mr Popsicle.” I asked. Anna’s knowledge was impressive, and delivered with a straight face; she didn’t seem to be making this stuff up on the spot.

“Well, you have to be careful.” She said, in-between bites on her grape Tropicana frozen treat. “He is sneaky. He always waits ‘til everyone is asleep, then goes for a little walk. He likes to meet people, he’s very curious; he won’t wake you though, he’ll just stand on your chest and have a good look. And he likes to create. He loves to make a Mrs Popsicle.”

After Anna went home, while dozing in bed, I thought I heard the freezer open and the scuttling of small, quick feet. The next morning, there were two popsicle people lying side-by-side in the bottom of the freezer.

I figured Anna had played a joke on me, but all that day I heard odd noises, like drawers sliding open and kitchen utensils rattling around. Perhaps he wanted kids, I reasoned. When I dozed that night, I thought I felt tiny gentle wooden legs patter up my chest, and I dreamed of feeling something cool near my face. He was a curious little dude, all right.

I freaked, and decided to teach him a lesson. So I made him watch while I melted his missus in the microwave. But as I mopped up the mess, he slipped away somewhere, and I scarpered and stayed over at Anna’s until my mom returned the following morning.

My mom phoned me pretty early, angry about the state of the place. She wondered why I had filled the freezer with every popsicle mold, plastic tumbler, and measuring jug I could find, all full of juice; and why, instead of using wooden popsicle sticks, I had inserted into each popsicle a pair of knitting needles, or a pair of straightened safety pins, or a pair of scissors, the blades open and pointing outwards. I could have been badly hurt, she said.

Credits to: Hack_Shuck

List 93: Top Ten Anime I want to make a Game for

I love video games. I would easily say it is my favorite hobby I do. Usually it takes a backseat nowadays to me doing other things in my life but it is truly the one I find the most passion in. That got me to thinking what anime would I want to turn into games? I started visualizing genres and unique ways to turn them into games and my imagination went wild with the idea. It really was one of the most fun ideas I’ve come up with in a while. I ordered these in less of quality and more of how proud I was of each idea I came up with for them. I also put genre and studio making it to make it really feel more alive to me. Game on!


10: Kids on the Slope

Genre: Rhythm    Company: Nintendo

This was a given with the show in question. I sat for a while thinking over whether it or Your Lie in April deserved this spot and settled on Kids for a few reasons. I figured a time piece of music would be very neat to see in gaming. We always get certain series or styles but never one time period aside from like when Rockband did stuff for Kiss. You can play one of 4 instruments: piano, drums, trumpet, and double bass. The music selection would all be songs from the anime and time period. A jazz based rhythm game made by men in Nintendo who grew up in that time period. The would for sure connect with the title and bring out the music quality to the highest standard. 

9: Gurren Lagann

Genre: Mech Open World Adventure   Company: Monolith Soft

This one would have you building your own mech form the start and working through the story of Gurren Lagann with it as a part of Team Dai Gurren. Once the 7 year gap happens you would have tons of side quests and ways to upgrade and remodel your mech while taking on tons of challenges. Monolith loves mechs to death so I figure who better to display Mechs at the most over the top in gaming form. References to other famous Mech anime would be nice too as a way to make it feel special. Unlockable mechs for certain Gundams and the Evas from Neon Genesis would be a true delight. 

8: Rurouni Kenshin

Genre: Action  Company:  Rocksteady Studios

Following the story of Kenshin beat for beat is what I want here. The game would be split into 3 parts. The first would be a section in Tokyo where basic missions and gameplay is taught while getting through the start of the story. Then you would get to Kyoto and have a much larger area to see and the story would build up to the Shishio arc. Then you would end off with Kenshin’s backstory and Enishi’s arc with a Tokyo filled with tons more to do. You would have also side unlockable stories playable with Sanosuke, Yahiko, Kaoru, and Saito. I chose Rocksteady for it’s great open world design, and combat flow in the Batman games. I think bringing that to a Kenshin game would be fantastic. Mix their love to drop hidden facts about the city and characters with obtainable secrets and this game would be a love letter to Kenshin fans. Telling the story from start to finish and constantly giving you new abilities as you work through the story. 

7:Kill la Kill

Genre: Beat’em Up   Company: Platinum Games

Name a company that makes better crazy action games then Platinum? With Bayonetta and Metal Gear Rising alone I’m convinced they could make a wonderful adaptation of the Kill la Kill world and make the action feel like the anime did. I’m undecided if I want the actual story to be the focus or just let them make an original plot within the world. I’d rather like to play Ryuko though and kick ass with my scissor blades. So I think I lean more towards that for sure. 

6:Fullmetal Alchemist

Genre: Action Adventure    Company: Bandai Namco

Haha Looks like I forgot to type something here the first time!

FMA’s game would follow the story of the series of course(brotherhood), and you would play everyone from Ed to Mustang to Winry. Varieties of gameplay styles and modes to keep it fresh while hitting the player hard with the feels of the story itself. It would hit all the marks and try to be a little bit of everything just like the actual series. Bandai makes tons of great titles like the Tales series so I trust them to figure out a way to make it all come to life with a perfect equivalent exchange. 

5: Fate Series

Genre: Open World Action-RPG    Company: From Software

Fate is a pretty dark world and the set up of the Holy Grail War is fantastic. Give players the option to choose from almost a hundred options of heroes of the past, present, and future and let them take part in the war. Letting you improve as you battle and explore trying to find intel on the other competitors would allow you a ton of freedom while playing. Mix all the options and each playthrough would be unique as well. I think a risk/reward battle system like From Software is known for would work here. You are rewarded for being more risky but at the same time show all your skills and you could be at a disadvantage when trying to fight future heroes. I think it would be a very challenging battle of wits and reflexes at least. 

4: Kuroko no Basuke

Genre: Sports    Company: 2K Games

Anyone remember NBA Jam and NBA Showtime? The hilarious bombastic basketball video games that would let you dunk from almost anywhere on the court. Imagine the basically superpower of the Kuroko cast in video game glory. Let people play through the story or exhibition matches and let them go crazy with every character’s special traits. Heck you could even make a few fake new character with weird abilities just to spice it up a bit. I’ll let a sports series expert handle this one and make it crazy as can be. 

3: Magic Kaito

Genre: Heist Stealth    Company: Level-5 

With Persona 5 on the cusp on being released world wide it made me think, why not a Kaito game in a similar vein? You could play through a multitude of scenarios made for the game including all sorts of characters from Aoko to Conan. Be Kaito Kid and use what the game gives you to make it through the police, other adversaries, and of course Conan again to best them all as the phantom thief! I think this game would be full of laughs and creative level design open to player to explore. Think like a funny Hitman game, where you steal instead of kill. Any fan would be in for a treat and I think Level-5 has a huge track record that would reassure me. 

2: Spice & Wolf

Genre: Economics/Dating Sim   Company: MPS Labs

From the creators of Civ. I want a fantastic simulation title. You play through the world of Spice & Wolf as Kraft Lawrence and try to get Holo to her home. The game would have travel segments like Oregon trail, a romance meter to build with Holo, and a very complex world economics system to learn and master. If you are able to be the best at all of them you will get the best and true ending of the game. Anything from death to Holo leaving you can happen, its up to you to master the market and your heart to get the true end! 

1: The Girl Who Leapt Through TIme

Genre: Choice Based Adventure    Company: Naughty Dog

So, I was thinking lets have a new character that you play in the same world as the Girl Who Leapt Through Time. You are given 100 jumps to make. And the game takes place over the course of 3 months. So around 90 days. Every day you play through like a simulation game building relationships, leveling up certain personality and knowledge stats and overall learning about the world. At any time over the 3 months you can jump back in time after completing any new task. Which ones are important and which ones are truly unimportant in the grand scheme? Maybe they are all important. Work your way to a happy ending and not the bad one you see in your dreams on day 1 of the story. It would make players really try their hardest to appreciate every little decision and I think I want the perfect graphics of realism from Naughty Dog and their little touches to make this a true classic through time. 

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any of the above pictures. The credit goes to the original creators of each and thus will be considered theirs. Enjoy the pics!

What anime would you make a game out of? I tried to use a variety of genres and ideas but I’m sure there are tons more out there! Tell me somewhere on the net!

See ya Space Corgis!

My pitch for an American Gladiators Film Reboot.
  • IT IS THE YEAR 2050. FILM IS DEAD. THE INTERNET IS BAD. ONLY REALITY TV REMAINS.
  • MAXIMUS REDBULL HAS BEEN SENTENCED TO DEATH FOR SPITTING ON A PICTURE OF MICKEY MOUSE. FOR A CHANCE AT SURVIVAL AND REDEMPTION HE HAS BEEN OPTED TO COMPETE IN AMERICAN GLADIATORS, WHICH IS LIKE THE OLD AMERICAN GLADIATORS FROM THE 90S (Referred to in-film as the "pre-bombing era") EXCEPT "FOR REAL" THIS TIME AND WITH DEATH AND FATALITIES. LIKE IN THE RUNNING MAN OR THE HUNGER GAMES EXCEPT WITHOUT THE BORING PARTS (all) ABOUT KATNISS AND FRIENDS.
  • THE GLADIATORS ARE AS FOLLOWS: TURBO, CLUTCH, LASER, WIND, PEDALS, TURBO, KATANA (Japanese), EDM, BUDWEISER, PITBULL, BUSTY (Love Interest), SCISSOR, GLACIER, FIST, BLADE, ZAP AND TURBO.
  • MAXIMUS SLOWLY WORKS HSI WAY THROUGH THE AMERICAN GLADIATORS AND BRIEFLY THE INTERNATIONAL GLADIATORS AND BECOMES A BIG STAR IN THE PROCESS. HE EVENTUALLY REBELS AND LEADS THE SURVIVING GLADIATORS AND CONTESTANTS IN A REBELLION AND STARTS DESTROYING THE NETWORK FROM WITHIN AND WE GET TO SEE FUCKED UP DEATH VERSIONS OF JEOPARDY, THE PRICE IS RIGHT, WHO'S LINE IS IT ETC.
  • EVENTUALLY HE FINDS THE NETWORK PRESIDENT AND IMPALES HIM WITH ONE OF THOSE GLADIATOR STICKS. HE GIVES A HEARTFELT SPEECH TO AMERICA AND ALL THE AMERICAN COLONIES ABOUT HOW THEY CAN HEAL FROM THIS BEFORE THE CAMERA PANS OUT TO REVEAL AN ELDELY ASHTON KUTCHER WALKING IN ON A ZIMMER FRAME. MAXIMUS REDBULL HASS BEEN PUNK'D. NETWORK PRESIDENT RISES AND HEALS HIMSELF LIKE THE CHRIST. EVERYONE LAUGHS. ROLL CREDITS.
  • PLEASE MGM CONTACT ME.
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Kill La Kill- Ryūko Matoi

A polarizing, high-energy anime, Kill La Kill is the story of Ryuko, a girl out to avenge the death of her father by seeking out the owner of the other half of her famed scissor blade. She meets powerful opponents in an over-the-top school ruled by a powerful and imperialistic set of upperclassmen, and vows to defeat each one despite their “life fiber” infused school uniforms that grant them extraordinary powers. Ryuko wears Senketsu, a blood-drinking uniform of 100% life-fiber, that grants Ryuko more power than almost anyone, but at the cost of being mostly naked. 

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Rather, Junketsu wearing Ryuko.

I’ve heard a lot of people question why Ryuko’s hair isn’t entirely blue when wearing Junketsu, and although I admit that would be cool, the way they handled it was perfect.

They had part of her hair change to blue to show that she was being affected by Junketsu, but they left part of it red, intentionally, almost as a way to foreshadow that Ryuko (which we would later find out) is not totally under Junketsu’s control and could be freed from his influence.

I might go even further to say that this was one of the factors that alerted Nui not to trust Ryuko, and be hesitant to give her the other Scissor Blade.

Just a small little detail that goes to show just how well thought-out KLK can be.

Offer Me

The amazing @raven-brings-light requested "offer me”. This is for you (I so hope you don’t mind Loki+lip balm) + a hug for writing such a beautiful fic for me eeeeeee!! 

(this is a little mix of classic Myth type thing and more modern. Sorry for getting names of places wrong!!)


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When I turned eighteen, my father gave me a pet Jotun. His name was Loki. The Jotuns, they migrate, just like birds do, when their treacherous  land turns too cold and steals the life away from their lips in their sleep, in that point when all dreams turn to black and vibrate with a melodious silence. He fled Jotunheim with his mother, who perished on the fourth day. Loki was captured two days later and was sent to be sold on our markets as a slave. My father told me that the men who captured him said his black-black lashes were coated with frost clear as water and that the breath of winter itself escaped from his lips and turned their hearts cold and lonely.  

“My lonely boy,” my father said to me, “gone for hours on end with only the skies and the hushed fields to keep you company, only the lakes to reflect your smile, only the caves to echo your laughter. One must never journey through this life alone. Therefore I gift you with a living heart, one you can share your thoughts and memories with. Close he is to your age, and he cannot judge, for he does not speak our language. Teach him, if you so wish, yet remember this: once you gift him with the gift of language, he may ask things of you that you will not wish to give. He may ask for the gift of freedom, my son. What will you do then?”

I loved roaming the fields of our beautiful lands, gathering pollen on my lashes and soft petals on my shoulders, tricking servants sent after me to fetch me back to the palace, making myself invisible to them in all those never-ending fields of wheat glittering like gold in the light, and arriving at the gates just before the sun goes down, breath tickly in my throat, ankles blazing red and sore, the sunlight still sticking to the sides of my neck. I was always alone, but then I had Loki and I took him everywhere I went. I’d watch the shadows of the branches paint ancient tales over the pale skin of his shoulders and arms, I’d feel the ends of his black tunic getting caught in the wind and brushing the sensitive skin of my calves, I’d listen to the sound the flowers would omit when he’d brush them with his fingertips and tip them over like a crumbling tower just to gently push them the other way and have them stand upright again, and I’d study his eyes as they’d touch with their gaze a ray of light fallen over a coarse tree bark, the airy wings of a butterfly caught in the breeze, the corner of a soon to be purple sky closing around a silver half-moon.

Two years later, father had sent me to Midgard, a short stay, to learn the ways of those I was destined to protect. Loki came with me and we found a place to stay, a little apartment, squeezed between so many other grey buildings it was impossible to see the sky. I’d find Loki sitting on the windowsill , his legs crossed, the vertebras visible through the thin fabric of the t-shirts he’d wear, his face turned up, lashes longing to feel the touch of a breeze upon them, eyes missing those shades of blue, and other shades, darker, of times long gone.

We’d walk the streets whenever we could. Loki couldn’t bear staying indoors in the summer. We’d walk side by side, shoulders touching, his gentle silence an entire dialogue between us.  The language of Asgard was soft and silky in his mouth, yet he felt uneasy speaking the words. They felt different to him, so unlike the heavy and sharp rhythm of the language they spoke in Jotunheim. So we invented our own language without even knowing it, a language invented by the passage of time and our need to know each other’s hearts. He’d see something and he’d look at me and I’d know what that thing meant to him, how it caressed his heart and left traces there. He’d smile and I’d know if it was a playful smile, shy, happy or melancholy, that smile you give someone when your heart feels like it bears the weight of the entire world yet you don’t want that someone to know how much it hurts.

We’d visit stores and he’d touch whatever he could, lips parted, blinking softly, fingers trailing over vases, books, picture frames and plastic roses.

It was on one of our trips to one store or another one summer’s day when I found him admiring a little tube of lip balm. The tube was made of the thinnest plastic and was light silver. Inside, the lip balm itself was pale-blue. The name printed on it was visage. It smelled like flowers and Loki had his eyes closed, peach colored lids gently covering pale irises lost in memories.

I stood next to him under the harsh neon lights and searched his face. He felt me looking at him and opened his eyes, fingers lightly closing around the sleek tube.

“This made you remember something. The smell of it. I could see it in your face,” I said quietly, “what did you remember?”

And Loki held the tube pressed to his palm with his thumb so he could gesticulate and used both hands to form flowers. And his fingers moving, along with lights, left silvery imprints of petals in the air.

He let his hands fall slowly and his next blink was sad. He looked down and when he raised his eyes to me again, there was a tiny raise to his eyebrows and he rolled the little tube in his palm with his fingertips and I knew what he asking.

“Sure, we can get this,” I said and he pressed his lips together with glee.

He’d wear it all the time. It would make his lips look wet and cool and if the light hit at the right angle one could see the tiny freckles of silver embedded in the airy texture of the balm. It kept his lips protected from the heat and when the fall arrived, we got him another one, it was the last one they had left and we almost couldn’t find it.

When fall would arrive, Loki’s hair would begin to grow at an alarming rate. It always happened. It would go from shoulder-length to touching his hipbones in under a month. It was his kind’s way of getting ready for the cruel winds and bone-chilling cold of the winter in Jotunheim. When we were living in Asgard, I’d chop it off with my dagger. There, on Midgard I’d use a pair of scissors. The blades would flash again and again and little by little I’d start to see his vertebras and then the back of his neck. It always pained me to do this, but brushing it in the mornings was hard for him and without words he’d ask for my help.

When it’d get cold, he’d sleep for hours on end. When he’d be awake, I’d find him in that same spot on the windowsill, looking for the skies. And when it would get dark and I’d go to sleep, he’d sit on the floor, uncap the lip balm and draw on the walls. The lip balm had a bit of a tint to it and Loki would draw with the sweet taste of it on his lips and the sugary scent of it in his lungs; he’d draw crooked trees and fragile lakes, flowers growing on stones and mountains dusted with sleep, the Jotunheim he so missed. They’d all be gone by morning; he would use the inner part of his wrist to wipe everything off but the scent would linger and fill my heart with sadness.

My father was right. Loki never voiced it with words, but the time came when he had asked me for the gift of freedom. And as much as I loved him, I could not refuse giving it to him.

On a lonely white hill in the heart of Jotunheim, we said goodbye. To this day, I still remember the sight of his long black hair dancing in the wind and the taste of the beautiful flowers of Jotunheim on my lips.