#lots of profanity

[spankerella]

#rebel circus #yep #lots of profanity #all the profanity

[trlvsn]

i can rarely explain precisely what i feel about the vk siblings and their relationship but to me they are that one hug scene from fleabag except i don't know which is which sometimes

like. they do love each other but any attempt to express that in a normal way would be a disaster. instead miles gives her a whip and franziska flies from germany to help edgeworth pretend to be a defense attorney, which is basically helping each other commit a crime, at least indirectly

#vk siblings #you get what i mean right #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #ace attorney #aa2 spoilers #aa3 spoilers #ace attorney trilogy #aa2 #aa3 #fleabag spoilers #cw profanity #which is a usual for this blog but there's a lot here #aa

[awakefor48hours]

I love that the only character allowed to curse in Teen Titans is the bubbly/sunshine-y/happy girl only because she curses in her native language

#watching a bit of teen titans #and starfire curses A LOT #it’s just that she uses alien profanity so it doesn’t count #but I love it #teen titans #teen titans 2003 #starfire #koriand'r

[yourhighness6]

A K/A defense against zutara in TSR that I keep coming across is the argument that Zuko "didn't really ask Katara for forgiveness", and although that's clearly bullshit disproved by literally everything canon in that episode, there's often an undertone arguing that the narrative tying Katara's trauma with her mother to her feelings about Zuko discounts everything he did for her in TSR. And although it can be argued that Zuko's clear remorse for his actions discounts this argument, which is a stance that I myself would probably take in any hypothetical debate on the topic, I do think its worth exploring why else this take is shitty.

Katara's trauma is explicitly tied to her mother's death, I don't think that's news to anyone, and she has abandonment issues from both her mother dying suddenly and her father leaving to go fight in the war slightly after. Although this is clearly neither parent's fault, it is worth examining how her trauma and more specifically her abandonment issues later affected her relationships with other characters, and most continuously, Zuko. For me, it seems incredibly obvious that their time in the Ba Sing Se caves together, although formed through an incredibly tenuous connection, undoubtedly excited her feelings of abandonment. This is why those feelings are very clearly examined in the episode just after, when Katara reconnects with her father for the first time in three years (coincidentally at the same time that Zuko does, which is another parallel between the two others have pointed out) and why Zuko's betrayal is shown to have affected her so personally. Not only was she the only one to connect with him, that connection was incredibly personal and therefore left her feeling incredibly betrayed. Katara's character background alone, which also happens to be heavily addressed in this episode, is enough for the narrative to be justified in connecting Zuko's betrayal back to her mother's death. Subconsciously, her mind was probably doing something along the lines of Zuko = Fire Nation + crystal caves = abandonment. Conveniently, this take also chooses, as most K/A takes do, to discount the fact that Katara canonically forgave Zuko.

I hope this makes sense, and this is not in response to anything any particular K/A shipper posted, it's just a trend in the fandom I wanted to try my hand at debunking. That being said, as with most things, I know it's not going to change any K/As minds, so I hope at least my little babble is entertaining to the zutarians out there. (K/A shippers DNI)

#and here it is folks another fucking TSR post #I could probably expand a lot more on this topic but it makes sense with Katara's character that's basically my only point #zutara #anti kataang #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla meta #zutara meta #shipping discourse #zuko #katara #katara x zuko #zuko x katara #excuse the profanity I'm sorry #every meta I write is usually made out of rage poorly edited and exactly how I talk which is mostly in swear words #emmie babbles

[neverevan]

I think I used to write fanfics in a more eloquent way, using a bigger and more complex vocabulary, but the thing is... I started to put emphasis on how the characters think about and experience things and I just realised that most of the time, they wouldn't really use the words I picked for them.

I mean, I can wax poetic all I want, but the 20yo dude I'm writing about wouldn't always think that the sunlight hitting his crush's hair is ethereal or exquisite or magnificent or like the liquid honey dripping over the edge of the jar at the summer harvest... mostly, he'd just think it looked pretty.

So I guess what I'm saying is that I started to apply the 'he wouldn't fucking say that' onto the narrative parts more often and if it's good or bad, I don't know, but it makes the process feel a little more authentic for me, personally.

#I still wax poetic when I feel like it works #or swap it to outright profanities and turn that into something more poetic lol #that's pretty much why I use words like 'kinda' a lot in the descriptive parts too #it became part of learning the speech patterns of characters #and attempting to apply them onto those parts as well as to the dialogues #and like I know that the way I write now is boring or uninteresting or too simple for some people #but I write for myself so you know it doesn't really matter #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #newbie stuff

[hephaestuscrew]

In Ep26, when it seems like Eiffel might be about to die from Decima, Minkowski says "No. No! After all the crap we - We still have time!". And Ep30, when Eiffel's given up hope whilst stranded in Lovelace's shuttle, he says "After all that crap, I never made it back."

And when I think about that with the context of the whole series in mind, it makes me a little sad. Because they are both totally right that they've been through so much crap. And they have so much more crap ahead of them.

Before the arrival of the SI-5, before the three deaths they witnessed, before actual direct alien encounters, before Pryce and Cutter and their restraining bolts and evil plans… Before all of that, they've already been through so much.

There's that undertone in those quotes of 'after all we've been through, don't we deserve a break?' But they don't get one.

#The undertone could also be described as: 'After all we've been through. don't we deserve to survive?' #and. Well. Obviously there's a whole debate about whether they both get that #But in a sense they do... #Honestly they deserve stronger swears than 'crap' to describe what they've been through #but I respect the need to ration the profanities #Also I wonder the end of the phrase 'After all the crap we -' would have been #'After all the crap we went through'? #'After all the crap we survived'? #The positive spin on this is that they do keep surviving all the crap that's thrown on them #That's something #Wolf 359 #w359 #Renée Minkowski #Doug Eiffel #Wolf 359 spoilers #w359 spoilers #the empty man posteth #Character expresses that they've suffered a lot -> Audience nervously notes that they are only half way through four seasons of the show

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday

Subconscious (Steve's Story)

Summary: Steddie Canon compliant/fix-it fic paired with a corresponding story in Eddie's POV, each chapter happens in tandem with the other. No matter what he does, no matter who he is with or what is happening in the aftermath of their failed battle with Vecna – Steve Harrington can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson. He's even begun to see him in his dreams…

(unbeta'd snippet from Chapter 01. Steve has taken it upon himself to keep track of all of the members of their group as they recover in the aftermath of Vecna, but Dustin is the one that really needs him. He's taking it the hardest out of all of them, and trying to hide it in a way that isn't quite working. After Eddie's death he can usually only be found at his house, in his basement, which at least means Steve always knows where to find him. But it's getting to the point that there needs to be an intervention.)

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Two months and nine days after they tried and failed to kill Vecna, Steve Harrington found himself waving marrily to Ms. Henderson as he dragged her son out of their house by his ear. There was lots of loud complaining from the high school sophomore (or soon to be, after this summer. Ask Steve again how old he feels?) so they didn’t get to exchange words of parting. Dustin had that covered in spades.

“Steve! SteveSteve sonofabitch that hurts STEVE! Let me go!” He only obliges after he’s opened the car door and deposited the surly teenager in the passenger seat of his BMW. 

“You can scowl at me all you want, but family dinner means family dinner so you’re going,” he reprimands, pointing at him through the window before rounding the vehicle and sliding back behind the wheel. “Next time it would have been Hop coming to drag your ass out of your basement, not me.” And no one wanted that. 

Joyce Byers was hosting frequent dinners where all the kids could be in one place, and the newer adults, as well as themselves. All the people who understand what’s really going on in town. It was just as much to keep tabs on the situation as well as making sure everyone in their inner circle still has their head above water. Vecna/Henry/One is not dead. Steve has wrapped his head around this fact, despite the elaborate backstory of how Vecna came to be. He got his four sacrifices, even though Max lived through the ordeal, and the portal was open. The Upside Down was spilling into their own world. But other than that, there have been no moves made. No creatures hunting Hawkins townspeople in the dead of night. (Yet.) But they were not going to be caught unaware, not this time. 

However, wrangling a bunch of teenagers who are possibly presenting signs of early onset PTSD was a whole other ballgame that needed addressing. The group as a whole was a mess at the best of times, but they were able to band together and felt stronger when all in the same location. So if Steve’s sole job today was to get Dustin within shouting distance of his friends, albeit against his will, then by God he was going to do it. 

The mere fact he had to drag Dustin to the Byer’s place was in and of itself a red flag. It wasn’t like him in the slightest. 

He’d left Robin with Joyce to help get things set up, for this very reason. Steve and Dustin needed to talk. They’ve done a lot of talking over the past two months, but this was starting to reach a worrying level of solitude. 

“Dude, you have to talk to me,” Steve tells him, after five minutes of straight silence. Not even the radio on in the background. “You can’t keep doing this. Trust me.” He puts emphasis in his tone and in the solid hand on his shoulder that he can relate, that he’s been here before, through slightly different circumstances. “If you keep ignoring your friends, eventually… they stop calling.” For him, it had been on purpose. Leaving Tommy and Carol and ‘King Steve’ in the dusty halls of Hawkins High where they belonged. But Dustin was doing it out of grief, and he needed those other knuckleheads. They needed each other. 

“They wouldn’t do that,” Dustin mumbles, but his threat had gotten the kid’s attention. 

Steve sighs. “No, they wouldn’t, and I wouldn’t let them. But hiding in your room listening to metal and not talking to your friends is not how you’re going to get through this.” 

“That’s not all I’m doing,” he defends. 

“Oh really?” Steve challenges. Drawing Dustin out of his shell with baited words like it was his day job, it worked every time. “What, pray tell, is there to do in that basement besides ruin your eardrums and make illegal spy radios?” 

“Hey, we’re going to need those radio frequencies! Someone has to get them set up and ready before ��” 

The car goes quiet, and Steve finds it suddenly hard to swallow. And Dustin, never one to leave the unspoken alone, finishes his sentence with a dead-like tone that breaks Steve’s heart to fucking pieces. 

“ – before next time.” 

Because of course there will be a next time, this isn’t over. They all know it. 

God damn it all. These kids shouldn’t be living their lives with the next battle constantly hanging over their heads. It isn’t fair. Steve leans his elbow against the open car window and rubs at the blossoming headache behind his eyes. They are kids… just fucking kids. They shouldn’t be mourning dead friends and preparing for war. It isn’t right.

“Steve?” Dustin breaks the quiet, because even when he is trying to be the adult Steve still can’t get his shit together. “I’m trying. I am.”

“I know you are, buddy,” he says quietly, and the sentiment reflects in his own voice. They’re all trying.

“I just can’t pretend that we aren’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. Vecna is still out there, the portal is still open.” He’s looking down at his knees instead of out the window. From pretty much anywhere in Hawkins they could see the eerie glow of downtown, hear the helicopters in the distance, taste the stale air as the dark particles drift further and further on the wind with each passing day. “And… I still miss him.” 

Eddie.

Dustin had watched Eddie die. A friend and person he looked up to, a hero in his eyes before he ever became one in that field, and he’d died right there next to him. Even without the threat of the next big one coming at them – that isn’t an easy thing to forget. It’s not something he can just shake off. 

And Steve wouldn’t ask it of him, no one had any right to.

“I do, too.” It’s the first time he’s even admitted it to himself, and this time when he reaches over and puts a hand on Dustin’s shoulder the quiet isn’t so tense or full of resentment. “I really do.” 

Not in the same way; they had all built different friendships, and seen different sides of each other, during the days they fought Vecna’s curse. But those few days felt the length of a lifetime, and Steve mourns the loss of the people that should be there with them every time Joyce hosts dinner. As if he'd actually known them all his life.

Maybe that’s why Dustin doesn’t want to go. 

“We aren’t the only ones,” Steve tells him, assures and holds tight to the fact it’s true. It should be true. He and Dustin aren’t the only ones that miss Eddie. Sure, it’s hard with Max in a coma and the pure relief at seeing Hopper alive after having a fucking funeral for him the year prior. It’s a tangled web of feelings that Steve isn’t the best at navigating, but he’s good at being there. He’s good at standing in one place and holding anyone up that can’t seem to find their footing. Like now. “Talk to them tonight. You’ll see.” 

“Will hadn’t even met Eddie before,” Dustin reminds him, sadly.

“Will would have loved Eddie.” Steve gives him a look when it’s safe to do so, a long stretch of road that’s a mere block from the Byer’s house. “I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to listen.” And that gets a small smile out of the kid beside him, thinking about all the stories that would catch Will’s attention and remind the others of the good times. That’s what they should be remembering about Eddie, their dumb Dungeons and Dragons games. Not the demobats. Not the wanted posters. All the trash people say to this day. That wasn’t the Eddie Munson they knew.

His memory deserves better than that.

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tbc

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Series Snippets: - Dreamwalker (Eddie’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) - Subconscious (Steve’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

#st spoilers for season 04 #wip wednesday #dreamwalker subconscious series #this is just a snippet #snippets no one asked for #steddie #eventually I promise #cw grief #cw character death mentioned #ptsd steve in the house #katyswriting #there's a lot of cursing in these two stories. They use profanity like adjectives

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Firefighter AU:

As a reference to the movie, what if Thena gets struck by a lightning while on track. Gil finds her unconscious and carries her back to safety. When Thena wakes, she says she's fine, she doesn't need his help and tries to leave.

Hugs and much love!! ✨🖤

The first thing she noticed was the smell (not bad at all, just...different). The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't in her sleeping bag, on the ground. She was in a bed.

Thena shot up from lying down, her chest tight, gasping for breath.

"Hey!"

That lone woodsman rose slowly from his chair at the far end of the mostly-one-room cabin. He held out his hands, like he would to approach an injured animal.

She glared at him from the bed--his bed, she assumed. "What the fuck am I doing here?"

"Fair question," he attempted to defuse her temper, not moving closer and still crouched as if she would pounce on him and rip his throat out. "I found you out in the field, Wolf."

She tried to remember what was last in her mind, but it was hazy. She remembered being on patrol. She was around the open field when she saw...something--had gone to investigate.

"We got a distress call," he gestured to the radio on his table by the window. "Some campers panicked when they saw the dry lightning. I'm guessing you were in the area."

Thena groaned, shifting on the bed. Now that it was brought up, her shoulder did have a certain burn and sting to it. "This is why I don't fuckin' rescue people anymore."

"Because you get struck by lightning when you do?"

She glared at him. His name was Gilgamesh, and that was about all she knew about him. He was part of wildfire prevention, but when that wasn't an all-hands-on-deck situation he did regular firefighter shit. She didn't think any of her boys from her old unit knew him either. "Almost--almost struck by lightning. If I had been, I'm pretty sure you'd have carried back my dead body."

He apparently didn't think that was very funny.

"Oh, lighten up, big guy," she rolled her eyes at him, making it known that this was not that big a deal. She scooched back to the edge of his - admittedly comfortable - bed. "It's nothing-"

She fell straight forward.

"Hey!" he was there in a second, catching her in that mile-wide chest of his before she could hit the ground. His hands held her arms, careful of her shoulders and back, "will you take it easy?"

Thena growled, trying to push off of him as he carefully and gently leaned her back up to the bed. "Get off me."

"You need to heal, Thena."

She looked up at him, shocked by the use of her name. She couldn't remember actually ever giving it to him, but they all did daily check-ins on the shortwave; none of them were exactly total strangers.

"I haven't applied any salve yet," he said gently, holding her eyes as he helped her sit comfortably. His eyes dashed down to her shoulder, "I figured you'd wanna do that yourself."

Thena snatched her hand away from him, sending him into the kitchen to leave her to it. She felt around her back carefully, immediately feeling the burn holes in her shirt and the open, aggravated blisters on her back as a result.

He was right, it had been very, very close.

She looked in the direction of the kitchen. The big guy really hadn't applied any treatment to her injured skin, probably having carried her and laid her face down on his bed to keep from agitating it further. Even if he was too precious about it to take her shirt off, he could have even just stuck his hand up the bottom and applied some fucking cream or something.

He came back with a steaming mug of something and some pills. "Take these--just ibuprofen."

She continued to watch him as she accepted the offering. He drifted to the far side of the room again, giving her the space to which she was so accustomed. It was indeed just ibuprofen in her hand, and some soup in the mug. Something to put in her stomach.

"I have clean cloths and towels in the bathroom," he pointed to the door situated between the kitchen and whatever room he didn't have his bed tucked away in. "You can wear one of my shirts, or I can go and find your camp and bring your stuff back for you."

She frowned, "slow down there, buddy. You make it sound like I'm checking in."

Gil held her eyes with a similar stubbornness. He crossed his arms (also massive). "You're not going back out there until you're healed."

"Oh, I'm not?" she snarled at him. He was the one who called her the White Wolf--well, most did, these days. All the more reason for him not to expect her to be cooped up like this.

"Look," he huffed, leaning off the chair and drifting towards the door already. "I'll stay at the station, I'll give you your space. But you need real treatment, Thena. Your back has open wounds on it, I'm not sending you back out into the woods."

She held his eyes. She would love to tell him to fuck right off and storm right out. But it seemed she was neither up to walking by herself, not able to reach the entirety of her wounds, at the moment. He was right; she was in no condition to go back to her base camp and sleep on a potential infection.

He seemed to understand what her silence meant and stepped away from the door, "well?"

She still wasn't sure about waking up in some stranger's bed and making herself right at fucking home. But she supposed she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. At the very least, she would see what tomorrow brought. "You offering to wash my back for me?"

He blushed.

Thena bit back a smile. That was why he hadn't administered first aid to her while she was unconscious? Because he was a sweet little gentleman?

He caught her holding back her amusement and rolled his eyes, "okay, okay."

Thena let out just a little laughter as he drifted to his bathroom and she heard the tap start. "I'll just-"

"The fuck you will."

She tried not to laugh. He was kind of cute when he was cranky.

Gil emerged with a towel thrown over his shoulder. He walked over to the bed, holding out his hand, "come on."

She sighed; she really didn't like having to lean on someone like this. Literally--using his outstretched hand like a fucking cane. "Ugh."

"Yeah, yeah, fuckin' sucks, I get it," he muttered as he helped her drag herself to the bathroom. He had a towel folded on top of the toilet seat, lowering her down to it. "Look, my eyes will be closed the whole time. You direct me as needed, okay?"

Thena looked up at him but his eyes were already fucking closed. She snorted, "y'know, if you're this shy, I'm sure I can mange."

"Just squeeze the fuckin' aloe out, Wolf."

Thena had to admit, at least this was more amusing than trying to treat this herself in her tent back at base camp. She pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra with a grunt. "You sure you don't want a little peek?--for your troubles?"

Poor guy didn't even dignify her teasing with a response.

Didn't have to; his ears were bright pink.

Thena smiled to herself (since his eyes were closed, and all). She accepted his warm, damp cloth first, pressing it to her shoulder, "sorry, I'll give you a break."

He just sighed, moving closer with the disinfectant.

#Thenamesh Wildfire AU #ooooooohhhhh I loved this #I'm so glad I got a request for it! #so thank you for that! #I really like this different kind of dynamic #also sorry if profanity is not your thing #but I obviously am no stranger to it #and neither are Thena and Gil #if you watch that movie #it's in there quite a lot so #I'm just keeping things canonical #also Gil is absolutely too sweet to have taken her shirt off #he thought about it and then almost combusted #he set her down on his bed #after bridal carrying her #and went...I'll let her do it #just propped her up with pillows she would sleep on her less injured side #and sat in the chair waiting for her to wake up #Thena is like it's not that big a deal dude #Gil: yes it is I'm not looking

[therealallenklein]

Got through the album listening on my drives today and, now knowing of and having heard the second half of songs (really fantastic ones in there), I’ll give it an 8/10. I love you it’s ruining my life.

#taylor swift #ttpd #now I’ve heard it all and I can rest #a lot of this one sounds like less playing between jack and taylor and more framing Taylor’s poems with music #still cool but I’m a hyperpop fan I like noises #which there was definitely cool stuff in the electronics and some Beautiful piano in the second half but it wasn’t so pronounced #it wasn’t the main focus #and I did love a lot of her lyrics throughout. felt really sophisticated throughout and the brutal uncomfortable honesty of it.. me like #I love the anger in her voice when she sings.. more something I could hear in the eras tour but when she’s singing more profane songs #cussing people out it’s just neat #my listening

[rowan-e-ravenwood]

oddest take i've seen lately was someone saying "i hate how puritan all americans are because they always go straight to pearl-clutching when they hear a curse word". and everyone in the notes was agreeing??

#also the take of 'saying it sounds stupid when half the words in a sentence are profanity is classist' #which. i can see where scraps of that statement started as a good point somewhere back #and then it telephone-morphed into that #but i mean. #literally the point of swearing is to add a lot of emphasis to something #if you do it constantly it loses its entire purpose and you just sound like you can't think of a better way to articulate yourself #idk #anyway. the main point of the post #stereotyping is annoying and not nice even when it's about the one massive group of people you think it's okay to make fun of #i mean. i know this isn't exactly the most harmful stereotype possible #but i feel like ''if your only concept of how a group acts is based on media. you probably shouldn't make broad statements about #how much you hate that group for this one trait you think they have'' #shouldn't be a controversial statement in the year 2024

[pipervonviper]

I haven't drawn Angelus or Asher in a long while.... dont worry I'll make a Asher ver. one day :333

#tw cursing #tw strong language #Theres a lot of curse words and insults #Mainly bc this is secretly angelus angst :000 #my oc <3 #art #digital art #original character #original art #oc art #artists on tumblr #my art #angelus #stormhill #Spirut #Fun fact #Angelus is a spirut #And hes fucking MENTAL #like literally #so insane #cw cursing #profanity #tw profanity #swearing #strong language #Lots of cursing #Mb yall 💀 #tw bright colors #bright colors #possible eyestrain

[nancywheeeler]

anyone for going to the woods and screaming at the top of our lungs?

#was very close to screaming profanity at my work computer today #for the last three weeks i have been assigned a very time-consuming and pointless Task at work #the end product of this Task helps no one on my team and i am convinced it does not help my boss either #and every week my boss says 'oh next week we'll no longer need the Task done i know it's a lot' #only for monday to roll around and the entire team gets an email saying 'make sure to get emma the info for the Task' #multiple people sent their info along today with 'i'm so sorry' as the subject line #i had picked up some work from a coworker this morning to help out because i thought i had time but not anymore #always i must return to the Task #personal

[ofpd]

watched the new contrapoints. yeah

#txt #changed how i translated my blog title (from 'mundane' to 'profane') bc of it #it was a translation choice that i'd gone back and forth on a lot

[probablygayattorneys]

I don’t like fish. I don’t know what it is about them, but the way some people are about spiders or snakes is how I am about fish. They freak me the fuck out and my fear is only rivaled by my hatred. So when Last Specter introduced a fish minigame and asked me to name the fish, I let my heart guide me.

#professor Layton and the last specter #it let me by the way #like a lot of games have profanity filters #and will not let you enter in explicitives #this game is not one #it let me name the fish fuckers #queue takumi defense squad

[lovely-hikari-cosplay]

Replaying SMT V because I couldn’t get the idea of an Ailment build being viable (if not ideal) out of my head and I was able to beat the funny lvl 99 Abscess first try???

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Note: This is on Normal difficulty but STILL

#technically this NG+ #But because I was changing my build I couldn’t reincarnate #meaning no high level essences nor my stocks of balms and such #I’m focusing on a Mag/Luck Ailment build but I see a Phys/Ailment as viable too with skills like Blight and Dark Sword #Profaned Land is the GOAT of this build btw #Even aside from being Dark ie Insta-Death with high enough Luck #the Poison Proc + Poison Adept + A Phys Demon with Venom Chaser means enemies get WASHED a lot of the time #early game was ROUGH but now I feel surprisingly comfortable #like I was SO shocked with how smooth the lvl 99 Abscess went like #When I did a straight up Magic build last time I had to get up to 70+ to do it #Even with Phys/Almighty I needed to be that high AND have Murakumo #this build is just kinda juice I guess #smt V #Shin Megami Tensei V #nahobino #ailment build #Makajama is so clutch with high luck it almost always hits #and that’s the motto of this build #it just has to hit once and we’re in #this abscess btw sewed the seeds of Ailment build being viable with the Poisma from the slime doing up to like 200-300 damage with lvl diff #this is also all in an effort to make Chaotic Will a real danger if I can beat Demifiend that is #which the strat is to seal him as much as possible and my Makajama has been hittin a lot sooooo #shin megami tensei

[jadestormcloud2]

#can't get this song out of my head #You Will Be Okay #Bryce Pinkham #Helluva Boss #Stolas #This show isn't my usual fare. It's mainly a lot of sex & violence & profanity #but Stolas can hit me in my feels #sad sweet naive owl demon - just wanna wrap him in a blanket and protect him #SoundCloud #music