SPLATOON MAINS. wait what
yeah this is just cuz ive been getting my ass beat in turf war lately. "but didn't you say most of them kinda don't give a shit about video games" hush. listen to my splat facts boy
lupin: using a finnicky, mostly just for aesthetics gun -> using a finnicky, mostly just for aesthetics splatoon weapon. he tried so hard to master the tri-stringer. AND ONLY PARTIALLY FOR THE JOKE OF IT!! ended up with the dualie squelchers. dual wield baby. and he likes the color. he gets to be a LITTLE superficial here
jigen: made fun of people for using snipers in a baby game and then got that violent, evil rush of adrenaline sitting on top of the center of wahoo world and changed his tune a little. offended by the implication he’d need a zoom scope in, again, a baby game. now the goo tuber may look doofy as hell but its jigen so. watch out. he’s like built for this. uses the missiles with a downright evil vengence
fujiko: fast fire rate means big coverage and easy kills. aerospray rg. gotta have it in gold of course! besides, she works better getting much closer to the target in question, so the lack of range hardly hinders her like at all. this was like the easiest ever out of all of these i knew this one first!! she knows the stereotypes of aerospray users sucking! she does not give a shit! you can cry about her taking the ‘easy way out’ all you want she’s still getting that #1 overall splatter medal every damn time !
goemon: it’s too easy to say splatana. it’s too easy. no i'm. its too easy sorry no. in fact i don’t even want to imagine the shouting at the tv that would transpire when he sees that those things literally just go up and down. he loves his diagonal swipes. so let’s go with rollers. goemon (ironically, since he has the highest body count i'm sure) focuses more on paint coverage than actual splatting so. yeah. let’s say big swig just cuz its funny to imagine him running around with that big ass thing
zenigata: just kind of bashes buttons without a full strategy, so brush. any of them. this was also very very easy to determine! the important part is the aggressive swiping over and over and over again. long past the point of death. let’s just say the standard inkbrush, he got used to it quickly and the giant speakers of death fucking rock. you KNOW he loves that shit!!!
BONUS YATA!!!: slowly learning when to fold ‘em. brella. actually the sorella brella yknow with the tent that launches out? oh he LOVES that its having a whole wave push people down. and as we know just seeing the shit he puts up with he MUST have the patience of a saint, so he’s fine with the cooldown
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Okay, I'm intrigued. Where should I start with Hellraiser? Which movie (if indeed I should start with a movie)? I have no idea what it is about, I haven't even read a wikipedia page. I stand ready to be enlightened!
Thank you <3
Oooh I'm so happy I intrigued you! I'm not an authority on this question in any shape or form, obviously. There is quite a bit of material. There are books, movies and comic books, but I think it's very safe to start with a movie. Best is to start with the first 1987 Hellraiser movie imo That should tell you if you like it or not.
Although to risk being a little controversial perhaps: I think it's also safe to start with the 2022 movie if you want, because narratively it's not connected. It's more of a spin-off, so you wouldn't spoil anything for yourself. And I think one of the reasons behind such "remakes" is to introduce something older to a new audience, so it's not a mistake to start with that.
They have very different vibes, and are made with very different technology, obviously. Interestingly, to me the original is stronger in plot and the scenes, and the 2022 is basically just eye-candy. But that's just my opinion.
The 1987 is also shorter, which: can we please bring back 1.5hr movies?
Also, obviously, it's horror, and it has strong S/M, BDSM elements, and body horror so you know... be mindful of the dead doves ^^"
Anyway, good luck with the exploration, and let me know how you like it <3
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retired pornstar ghost has always been a talker. his voice is deep— a low rumble like distant thunder. always gets anyone that's under him going.
his voice to his own ears sounds plain, like any other man, really; he doesn't see the appeal. but what he does find appealing are the noises that come from you, his cute co-star when he talks to you, lips dripping with honey.
ghost loves when you clamp down on his cock, squeezing him like a vice when his wicked words sink into your ears. "tight bloody cunt would drive any man wild, love. how lucky i am that it's me getting to fuck you."
"look at you under me," he stills the bucking of your hips with one hand, skin dimpling where his fingers dig into you, "at my mercy, taking my desire."
"doing so well," he coos.
ghost lets out a sharp exhale through his teeth when your walls begin to flutter around him. "so quick to come, and i haven't even touched," he moves his hand down to your mons, thumb finding your swollen pearl, "here."
the circles he draws there are tight, precise, destructive. he brutally wrenches your orgasm from you, and in your blinding ecstasy, you dig your nails into the side of his proportionately wider waist.
his hips undulate as he fucks you through it while still fucking talking.
"kitty's got claws, doesn't she? i love a little—" but the words that were on his tongue crumbled into ash. you'd dragged your nails on his skin in mild annoyance, because how dare he sound so untaxed even though you're still twitching from the aftershocks under him—
the silence spoke volumes; he'd even stopped moving. you did it again, and this time he had whimpered— a pathetic little noise that came from the back of his throat.
delicious.
you wonder. this time, your nails score red lines down the front of his chest, grazing a little too close to his nipple and he groaned. loud.
delectable, like thick, molten chocolate.
now it's your turn to do the talking. "the mighty ghost, rendered speechless. have i performed a miracle?"
peering down at you, his eyes hold a deeper shade than usual. you continue to claw at him, this time targeting his unmistakably sensitive nipple. the sight of his eyes rolling back in sheer bliss ignites a fire within you.
"my, oh my," the smug grin on your face perfectly matches your tone. "tell me what you need, ghost. you need me to mark you up? want to see me on you come morning?"
his growl is animalistic, a shiver licks up your spine. he quickly bends you in half, feet dangling helplessly on his brawny shoulders.
"bite."
it's easy to follow his edict when he hits so deeply in this angle that the pain and pleasure blur into one overwhelming sensation. your teeth sink into the thick meat of his barrel chest, and he abruptly stills, a guttural snarl escaping his lips.
he doesn't speak a word until after; when his seed drips from your glistening slit and sweat-slick skin begins to cool down.
"fuckin' hell, love."
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