Can either of your Wallys--Human or puppet, sense if someone is afraid? 'Cause I'm terrified...of them both, I mean.
I'm 5'0", only two feet taller; and feel like they could still dropkick my dumbass. Gonna have to jump onto Howdy's shoulders like a scared cat to get out of range. (I love your art btw!)
I like to believe that Wally can just s m e l l fear, absolutely thrives in power knowing that nobody can really do anything about it as he basically plays them all in ruses of complete ignorance- although he too is a victim, he cannot help toying amongst the prey
I say as I draw him also being completely “no thoughts head literally empty” HDHDHDJDJ
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two-thirds of our weaverdice villain team: the dynamic duo Pitch and Tempo, played by me and @stealthypeacock (powers under the cut!)
Cape name: Pitch
Civilian name: Vanta Black
PRT classification: Breaker/mover
When exposed to shadow, activation of her breaker state melts her body down into a viscous fluid that sinks into the surrounding darkness. She can then reconstitute her body in any patch of shadow in her line of sight, so long as the shadow is of great enough area to cover her human form. Smearing the pitch onto people and objects allows her to teleport them between shadow at will. With repeated use of her breaker state, she becomes increasingly sluggish to reconstitute and is temporarily weakened after transformation.
Cape name: Tempo
Civilian name: Phil D. Gruve
PRT Classification: Thinker
Short term combat precognition tied to ambient music. By taking a moment to find the right song Tempo’s shard will cue him to the actions of friend and foe alike allowing him to capitalize on key moments in the fight.
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back for another jjk yap sess, this time abt geto LOL...
im honestly a little surprised i never noticed this before but the way that geto (who thought that his best friend was killed and saw a girl he was essentially willing to uproot his life for get murdered right in front of him) tries SOO hard to stay calm while toji's talking and then the MOMENT he brings satoru up again and trivializes riko's death, suguru loses it. i'm thinking suguru let him talk in the first place despite the risk of letting toji reveal his pact (and wanting to kill him Very Bad) cuz he figured it would be better to understand toji's deal since he beat satoru, something that suguru trusted would not happen
but then he starts referring to satoru strictly as "the six eyes", and i think that suguru, one of the few people that saw satoru as a person beyond his cursed technique or his family name could not help but get super pissed abt toji's dehumanization of satoru (and riko too, who he only refers to as the star plasma vessel). i just thought that it was very interesting....... suguru cared so much and it makes me CRAZY AS FUCK.
like, to begin with i think its sooo so interesting that suguru made it a point to be considerate of all the human parts of satoru despite the fact that im sure most other people assume he doesn't need to be worried about. i'll never stop thinking about suguru asking if he needs a break since he's overusing his technique, telling him he worked hard after getting back to the school, trying to rush to his side after he's been stabbed and being conflicted when satoru tells him to leave with riko and kuroi... he didn't just assume satoru could handle all that shit on his own cuz even if he could have he shouldn't have to.
also related omg im almost done i promise but!! the scene where suguru gets to the star religious group and sees satoru again for the first time...
the way that he can't even believe his eyes, probably in part because he's acting way different but also because he thought he FUCKING DIED. and he had to drag himself out of the tomb of the stars and probably went to look for gojo's body before even going to shoko. and then he had to tell her he couldn't even find his body man WHAT THE FUCK!!! i think maybe saw a twitter post about this part in particular but he might have thought toji took riko's body and satoru's, so the thought that he went all the way there thinking he'd have to see two dead bodies of people he cared about... ugh. suguru geto i love you
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Okay, follow up to Gaz and Ghost razzing Soap over comms and he can’t respond:
This time, it’s Gaz’s turn. Soap determines it’s payback time and Ghost goes along with it. (Because let’s face it, he would.)
Gemma I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this prompt out. My brain went off in a million different directions before finally settling on this one. It's not my best work but it did make me laugh, hopefully it makes you smile too!
459 words of silliness (again). Also, I'm sorry for the earworm.
“Ohhhhhh an’ I would walk 500 miles an’ I would walk 500 hunner mair jus’ tae be. the. man. watin’ at yer doooooooooor!”
Kyle feels his left eye twitch in response to Soap’s godawful crooning. It’s been hours of the same fucking line sung over and over with different inflections and Kyle is seriously contemplating finding Soap’s overwatch position and beating him into a bloody pulp if he has to be subjected to the Proclaimers for even another second. Op be fucking damned.
“Johnny.” Ghost snaps down the comms, and Kyle feels his shoulders drop in relief.
Finally.
“Those aren’t the words.”
Kyle grimaces.
Here we fucking go.
“What’re ye on about Lt., of course those are the words!” Soap sounds delighted that he finally got a response out of the stoic Manc, which, in Kyle’s opinion, is the completely incorrect response to have.
“No.”
“How no?” Soap shoots back, not deterred by Ghost’s blunt reply.
“English Mactavish.” Christ, Ghost sounds downright fond of the prick. Kyle fights back the urge to make a disgusted retching noise in response.
“Sorry, sir.” A pause, then “g’wan then. Give us a tune.”
“Not a chance, sergeant.”
If it wouldn’t give away his position, Kyle would beat himself into unconsciousness. Listening to Soap butcher “I’m Gonna Be” is less painful than having to witness the way he flirts like a teenager with Ghost.
There’s another brief silence before Soap starts humming again.
Fucking hell.
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(Bonus scene I just couldn't scrap, even though it doesn't quite fit)
“Gentlemen. I expect you know why you’re here.” Kate’s voice is smooth and controlled, not a hint of emotion bleeding through. Her body language gives away just as much as her voice, that is to say, absolutely nothing. Beside her Price is the picture of barely tempered fury. In any other circumstances Kyle would quietly marvel at the way she holds court in the small conference room, would probably shoot her a friendly grin to reassert himself as her favourite troublemaker.
As it stands (at parade rest no less, wedged between the ever fidgeting Scottish menace on his right and the breadth of his Lieutenant on his other side), Kyle doesn’t dare to even move his eyes from the point he’s chosen on the wall behind Station Chief Laswell and Captain Price.
The silence stretches on and Kyle notices the faint tink tink tink of the ancient steel radiator as it blasts wave after wave of scorching heat into the room before his ears catch the sound of slightly off-key humming coming from his left.
There’s a brief moment of near silence before Soap’s composure crumbles, clutching at his stomach as he bursts into only slightly hysterical sounding giggles.
In his periphery Kyle watches a vein throb on Price’s forehead.
Oh, they are all completely and utterly fucked.
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