This is a frightened city. Over these houses, over these streets hangs a pall of fear. Fear of a new kind of violence which is terrorizing the city. Yes, gangs of old ladies attacking defenseless, fit young men.
he doesn't want to fight you. don't make him do this. he might not beat you up, but if you win his wifey ( & Merric ) will.
scary. watch out for the bow. you might be able to take him, but he's ruthless enough you should avoid direct confrontation.
not many people know how to use swords & magic without getting a horse first. watch out. she's hiding something.
why are you picking fights with a pile of ash, this one's on you 0/10
let's face it, you probably don't know much about him, and if you do, why are you trying to fight him? drop it. move on.
this man may not be the best fighter, but he can fight FOREVER. do you want that? Leaf chasing you down? eternally? don't do it unless you're sure you can take him.
he may not be the toughest, but his sword is on fire and he can swing it around like a butter knife. fight him, but be careful.
she is SO FAST. she might not hurt you much, but you won't be able to hit her at all. avoid fighting Lyn.
Eliwood is probably fighting you because Hector dared him too. determined, but not especially threatening. you can probably take him as long as he's not on a horse. fight Eliwood, but don't let him use Durandal.
don't fight Hector. If you fight Hector he will keep asking you to fight. You don't want to fight Hector. you can't kill Hector.
fight Ephraim. He wants to fight you. he'll win, but he'll be cool about it after and then you'll be bros. if you win, though, you'll regret it.
Eirika is cool to fight. you may actually win, but if you win, you'll have to deal with Ephraim, so maybe you should just take the L on this one.
don't fight Ike. Ike has fought so much. he's got a sword that shoots lasers. he's got a bunch of friends. you don't want to fight Ike, but he wants to fight you. resist temptation. he'll be a good bro either way.
don't fight Micaiah. she doesn't want to fight you. she's much better at healing. if you don't fight you, she'll fix you up after you lose to some one else.
don't fight Kris. if you don't know why not, that's reason enough.
fight Chrom. he deserves it, and then he'll laugh and take you out to dinner, whether or not you win.
don't fight Robin. Robin is not as cool about losing as Chrom, and has the brains to make up for any flaw they might have. also, they might have Galeforce.
fight Corrin. they could learn a thing or two about fighting. they won't be mad at you for winning.
Me and CK are back from the trip to Georgia. We’ll soon be back to our regularly scheduled askblog comic. In the meantime here’s some pictures from when I made the AFAC crew in the Sims 4 and goofed off. Cause why not.
Had to split them into a few separate households cause there’s a lot of
‘em. I made them with the idea being that this is some sort of
I had Toriel adopt Aidrian because I didn’t want Frisk’s biological parents in my sim funtimes. Might add Jason’s family later once I’ve sussed out with CC what his parents and siblings look like.
…Nice pose Chara. >u>
It’s weird that Alphys is the same height as Undyne in sims, cause all sims are the same height depending on their age. At least Undyne is ripped and Alphys is squishy. That will have to do.
I had them be married from the start, cause why not. And since Sims 4 has a lot of cool gender-related options available now, I set Alphys as “able to make sims pregnant” so that they could have biological children in the future. Again, cause why not.
The skelleton fam. Again it’s weird that Sans is the same height as everyone but this will do. Had to take a lot of creative liberties with the hair and skin, but I’m pretty happy with the results.
And last but certainly not least, Mettaton and Napstablook. Mettaton took the most advantage of all the gender-related stuff. He is male, has a female bodytype, a male voice, feminine clothes except for the formal outfits which are suits, makeup, a feminine hairstyle, and he’s “able to impregnate sims”.
AFAC-Napstablook is agender, but unfortunately they do not have this option in sims, so they’re set as male in the game. Same with Frisk and Chara who are set as male and female respectively.
Percival: You’re not stupid, Credence. Credence: I am actually. I’m failing almost everything. Percival: There must be something you’re good at. Credence: I can fit my whole fist in my mouth. Want to see? Percival: No, thank you.
And now for something completely different: a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach giving birth.
What, you say? You thought cockroaches just laid eggs? Well, they do! Just… some species incubate their eggs - still within their eggsac- internally and then ‘birth’ them once they’ve hatched. (This is called being ovoviviparous).
It’s cool and gross and fascinating and not something most people ever get to see, so I got permission to share this great video my friend Cindi took of one of the collection cockroaches giving birth. I’ve tried to tag it as thoroughly as possible.
Hello! So this isn’t speculative or anything but just a funny sweet little drabble that takes place after the events of Season 5. It’s slightly NSFW.
Felicity lays in the bed relaxed, feeling the mild
aftershocks from the vibrations that rocked her body cocoon her in a warm
laziness. She keeps her eyes closed,
enjoying the feeling of all her nerve endings firing. Dimly aware of the hands gripping her waist,
the scratchy beard currently making its way from her center where it had
recently been feasting. Lips placing small
kisses on her stomach then inching slowly up her torso. She peeks an eye open and sees the sheets still
draped around Oliver’s head, shoulder and chest obscuring him from view. Felicity sighs happily, one hand still
tangled in the hair on his head, the other arm loosely draping a shoulder.
“Not a bad way to start the morning,” she murmurs. He doesn’t reply, too busy kissing her breast,
pulling the nipple into his mouth before licking it lightly. In response, she arches her back slightly and
he slides his arm in the gap holding her to him. She lets her head hang loosely back, her
mouth parting slightly, breath quickening, feeling small bubbles of excitement
starting to re-form.
He presses an arm down into the mattress, pulling himself up
and out of the sheets, so that he can lean down and kiss her on the mouth,
sliding his tongue into hers, nipping at her lip gently.
“MmmHmm” Oliver rumbles against her mouth. He pulls away and she opens her eyes to see
him looking down at her smiling.
Felicity blushes, for some reason, the intensity of his blue
eyes focused on her makes her suddenly self-conscious, “What?” she says.
“I love the way you look right now.”
“Why, because I look like a woman who’s been well satisfied?”
Oliver laughs, “a little.”
Then he shakes his head, his eyes softening, “because it’s just for
me. When we’re alone, I’m the only one
who gets to see you like this.”
Oliver leans down, kisses Felicity again. Felicity wraps her arms around him, pulling
him down on top of her, luxuriating in the feel of his muscular form pressed against
her softer form.
She turns her head to the side as Oliver trails kisses down
her jaw line to the nape of her neck.
She stares at the alarm clock ‘7:45am.’ It takes a moment to
register. SHIT. 7:45 AM.
“Is that the time?”
She asks, panic making her voice rise into a squeak. Oliver doesn’t respond, merely grunting as he
continues to suck at her neck intently.
Felicity slaps at his shoulders, scrambling to get out from
under Oliver. “Oh my god, why didn’t you
tell me it was so late!” Ignoring his murmured
protestations, she bounces to the edge of the bed, evading Oliver’s arms as he
tries to pull her back into the warmth of their nest of sheets. “I’m serious.
If we’re late again, he’s going to kill me!” As she stands, Oliver flops face down into
the sheets in defeat. Felicity rolls her
eyes, not that he can see her now.
She scurries around the room, gathering clothes, and Oliver
props an arm on the bed and watches her, “You’re not going to be late.”
“Easy for you to say,” Felicity
retorts, “Mayor doesn’t have to be in the office until he wants Queen!” Felicity disappears into the bathroom.
Felicity’s heels click down the stairs just as Oliver pours
a cup of coffee into a metal tumbler screwing on the lid tightly. She throws down her coat and purse, sticking
a piece of toast in her mouth as she struggles with the clasp on her
bracelet. Oliver walks over taking over
the clasp closing duties, then pulls the toast from her mouth and bites into it
himself. Felicity smiles at him, still
harried and distracted, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He
pulls her towards him, kissing her on the lips, her fresh clean scent
“C’MON! We’re going
to be late…AGAIN!” William stands between them impatiently looking at them in disgust. He’s already dressed with his backpack slung around his shoulders.
Felicity’s eyes widen as if to say, I told you he was going to be mad.
Oliver bites his lip struggling to keep a straight face, he turns to William asking, “Did you eat
“Yes, I ate breakfast.”
William huffs picking up Felicity’s things and practically throwing them at her as
he attempts to steer her to the door.
She lets him. “We’re going to be late.” He repeats insistent and annoyed.
Oliver hands Felicity her coffee and pulls William into a
quick hug, which he accepts for a moment before squirming out of the embrace to pull open the front
“Hey.” Oliver says
stopping them. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Felicity and William look back at him blankly and Oliver
leans forward giving Felicity a kiss.
William sighs loudly, “Are you kidding me!”
But, Oliver ignores him, smiling at Felicity, “You have a
good day.” And then he leans down and presses his mouth against the small swell of Felicity’s
stomach. Oliver places a kiss on her
belly, whispering, “and you too little one.”
Felicity smiles, shaking her head at Oliver. “The baby is like the size of a banana.”
Oliver straightens still smiling and leans in again to kiss her mouth, when
William’s frustrated voice breaks through, “We have to go!” Oliver and Felicity exchange an amused look
and abort the kiss.
“Okay, Okay!” Felicity capitulates, “Let’s go.” William charges through the door and before
Felicity walks through, she murmurs, “Demanding and bossy, I wonder where he
gets that from.”
Oliver squints at her, “Funny.” But when she turns to look over her shoulder at him and grins, he
smiles good-naturedly back.
Percival: Alright, that’s it! Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Make a note of it. Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your cow! Frank the Thunderbird: *Looks into the camera like he’s on the office*