I love sealing in Naruto fics bc u can rly just make up some bs
Kakashi keeps passing out? Give him a chakra storage seal he can fill up over time and an on/off switch for the sharingan.
Have too much chakra and shit control? Make a chakra faucet seal so you can control how much you get through there.
Wanna psyche out a sensor? Get a bunch of rocks and slap a seal on it to make the chakra pumped in it seem person shaped then set them up as a decoy squad
Wanna use an elemental affinity opposite of yours? Seal to convert it
Gunna get stabbed? Slap one on you chest and just fucking steal the sword my sealing it as soon as it’s in sealing proximity.
Need to kill a bunch of people? Draw a high capacity storage seal on the ground, cover it with some leaves and have your partner lead them on chase that makes them stand right over it while you activate it from a distance. Or alternatively, use an earth jutsu to move the seal trap underground beneath their camp and then activate it when ur out of range.
Magnet seal. Antigravity seal. Energy stealing seal. Instant kill seal. Paralysis seal. Brain dead seal. Amnesia seal. Trust me I’m your friend seal.
Welcome to the first (official) original series on this blog ooga booga, this is the paranormal species (I think?) I invented (WHICH IS REALLY FRICKEN COOL!) this was just sitting in my drafts for months so enjoy!
The hair on the back of Whumpee’s neck stands on end. Her blood chilling, warmth leeching from her body as the frigid sensation takes over. She couldn’t strangle the shudder as she straightens subtly, disengaging from her friend’s conversation when the door to the bar opens and shut behind her. Her skin blossoms with goosebumps as her heart picks up and she fights the urge to flee.
One of her friend’s glances behind her and smiles. “Oh, Whumper! You made it!” She beams and steps past Whumpee to embrace the newcomer.
Whumpee stiffens.
No way.
It was a coincidence. There was no way…
“Sorry I’m late, love,” Whumper coos, and kisses Friend on the cheek after they hug. “Traffic is mental.”
Whumpee keeps her eyes fixes on the standing table in front of her, zoning out slightly when Other Friend talks about how bad the traffic was. Should she excuse herself? Say something came up? Should she tell her friends that they’re in danger?! Would they listen?
No.
They’d call her crazy. Just like all the rest did.
And look at how it turns out for her. She needs to play it cool. She needs to just not react. “Whumpee,” Friend says with a grin. “This is Whumper. Whumper, this is Whumpee.”
Whumpee turns and looks the dead thing in the eyes. Her blood cools and her heart slows the moment their gazes lock. She could almost smell the fear radiating from herself. It was disgusting. Nauseating. Whumper’s smile turns from genuine to keenly sharp, his amber-hued brown eyes raking over Whumpee before his expression turns charming again and he steps in closer to her. The table behind her back blocks any further retreat, so when Whumper beams down at her with too much interest in his eyes, Whumpee stares back.
She couldn’t do anything else.
“I have heard so much about you,” Whumper purrs. “And I was excited to meet the person Friend gushes over 24/7—”
“I don’t gush!” Friend says, her cheeks painted red with a delighted embarrassment.
“—but meeting you in person has just turned all that on its head.”
Whumpee could see it; how easy it was to be charmed by Whumper. How smooth his voice was as he spoke, how it seems to wrap around you and the way his gaze made you feel like you were the most interesting thing in the room. All Whumpee felt was panic, the need to flee screaming at her from the back of her mind. She forces her teeth not to chatter. She was so fucking cold.
“Friend’s told me about you too,” Whumpee says with a forced smile. “Nice to meet you. I think I’m heading out for a smoke. Be back in a few.”
She brushes past Whumper. He doesn’t follow. He couldn’t do anything when they were in a crowded bar. Whumpee keeps herself together as she walks out the back door to the smoking area. She even manages to walk quickly out of the smoking area onto the main street without any problems.
It is when she goes for the shortcut through town that it all goes to shit. A hand wraps around her mouth and yanks her back into an alleyway at dizzying speed. Before she can gasp, her back is shoved against the alley wall. The vampire stands grinning in front of her.
“Leaving so soon, fledgling?”
Whumpee stares at him, debating whether or not to expose herself, but what would happen if Whumper took her seriously? Would it be worse or better for her? Worse, a primal part of her screams. Definitely worse.
“I’m not,” Whumpee says. “I’m not a fledgling. Listen to my heart. You can hear it, faintly. Still beating.”
Whumper grins like Whumpee just said something endearing. “I know the change is hard, but we don’t have hearts fledgling. It’s hard to let go—”
“I’m not! I’m not a fledgling!” Whumpee snarls, going to push Whumper away but she might as well have tried to push a building. This is bad. This is bad. Whumpee’s heart whispers disturbingly slow in her chest. Her panic dances up and down the blood in her veins that fails to do its proper job the longer Whumper stood in front of her.
“You just need blood darling, did your sire abandon you?” Whumper asks, sympathy filling his voice as he brushes a strand of dark hair away from Whumpee’s face. “Don’t worry, precious. I’ll be your sire now.”
Whumpee’s eyes widen when Whumper draws his sleeve up and bites into his wrist. “No! No, don’t—” Whumpee ducks under Whumper’s arm and tries to get around him but his strong-arm snakes around her waist, dragging her right back to where she was. Her back slams against the brickwork, pulling a pained gasp from her lips.
“It’s okay to be scared. Come on, drink.”
No, no, no, no, no!
“HELP!” Whumpee screams desperately. “SOMEBOD—” Whumper cuts her off, pressing his wrist against her mouth. He holds her there as her mouth fills with the taste of tangy copper. She struggles as he holds her, eyes on her throat, frowning when she doesn’t swallow.
“It’s going to happen either way, darling. There’s no need to drag this out. Come on now,” he says softly, certain. His other hand goes to her neck, and he runs his thumb gently down her throat. Coaxing her to swallow. “Drink.”
His voice consumes her as she stares at him and she squeezes her eyes shut as she forces herself to swallow the wretched oily blood. Just so she could fucking breathe.
“There you go,” he coos. “Good girl. That’s it—” Whumper praises as she swallows more and he finally pulls away. She lurches forward and gasps, while Whumper smiles at her, wiping the blood from the corners of her lips currently dripping down her chin. “Now, my turn.”
“No!”
Whumpee brings her hands up, but Whumper grabs them by the wrist and slams them up against the wall. His teeth are on her neck in seconds, piercing the flesh. Her knees buckle slightly as pain consumes her, her gaze swirling as Whumper draws the blood from her neck.
She can feel it, the thrall, the bind trying to connect Whumper to Whumpee, she can feel it’s magic trying to link them as sire and sired. She lets out a muffles whine, no noise wanting to pass her lips as she struggles to stay coherent while he drinks. Whumper pulls back when he tastes her blood and stares at her with furrows brows.
“Your blood…” he says, smacking his lips together. “You’re not…”
Whumpee lurches forward, bile climbing her throat and she jerks out of Whumper’s loose grip, falling to her knees. When she opens her mouth, the blood expels violently from her body. It looks black in the darkness, like an adder’s poison. She sticks her fingers down her throat to try and get the rest up, but Whumper’s faster.
He yanks her hand from her mouth and drags her to her feet again, pushing her against the wall by her throat as he looks into her eyes. He pulls down her bottom lid and hums fascinates, his eyes lighting up with vicious delight.
“You’re a unicorn,” he says with a grin. “I knew it from the moment I tasted your blood.” As Whumpee feels nausea creep up her throat again she goes to double over, but Whumper grabs her chin and forces her head up so she can’t vomit more of his blood from her system. She can only glare at him down her nose as she struggles. “I’ve only encountered a few of you in my lifetime, but oh. You kindreds are so much fun to play with.”
Whumpee chokes on the blood, but she can’t spit it out and is forced to swallow it again. “That’s it. Good girl,” he coos, his thumb finds her pulse. She shivers as it traces the too slow beating of it. “Y’know, I’ve never tries to make a sire bond with a kindred before,” he says with a leering grin down at her. She shoots him a glare in return. “Who knows, in a few hours maybe you will be my charming little fledgling kindred.”
“G-get’ff of me,” she struggles to get out, lifting her hand to slap Whumper but he catches it and grins.
“Oh no. No, darling. You’re a treasure. So rare a find. You’re mine whether the bond takes hold or not.” Whumpee’s eyes widen and she goes to scream again but Whumper cuts her off, slamming his hand over her mouth and forcing her head back into the wall.
“Now, now, no need to cause a scene.”
She screams into his hand. A familiar warmth climbs up her throat and her eyes bulge as she grabs his wrist and pulls. “MMPH! –”
“Tsk, tsk, Whumpee. My blood is a gift, you don’t want to offend a vampire, do you? We tend to hold grudges.”
Her eyes water as her throat bulges and she cries out behind his hand as she swallows the vile blood again.
“It takes time, doesn’t it, love?” Whumper asks, his brow raising curiously as he leans in, sniffing her scent. Whumpee mumbles a curse behind his hand that he ignores. “For the gifts to take hold. You have to be in my presence a while, don’t you?”
She stills, dropping his wrist and letting her arms go by her sides, refusing to give him any reaction. All she can do is glare at him defiantly. Whumper smirks. “Well, that can be easily arranged.”
Whumpee doesn’t bother to smother her fear. The vampire would pick up on it either way, she reeks of it. “Are you going to behave, or do I have to threaten Friend, and all your other lovely pals, hm?”
Whumpee deflates slightly and Whumper chuckles as he removes his hand from her mouth. “Good girl. Come along.”
He doesn’t leave her side. He wraps his arm around her waist and guides her away from the wall, pulling her close to him like a lover. She stumbles as he pulls her, falling into him. The world spins dizzying as she presses her head into the crook of his shoulder and chest, groaning at the cold, at his presence, at her sight that fails her, her warmth that abandons her because of this fucking bloodsucker being so close.
Whumper escorts her to his car and puts her in the passenger seat, putting her seatbelt on as her mind blurs the world. He snaps his fingers in her face. Whumpee blinks, vision clearing slightly, focusing on him and only him.
“Let’s test it should we?” he asks, a dark giddiness painting his voice. “Whumpee, you’re going to sleep on the way home, aren’t you?”
The words sound like a song, the command so sweet, and oh so convincing. She can feel it, his will pushing against hers and snapping hers like a twig under his boot. It’s not fair, he got his venom in her first…
Her eyelids grow heavy as she lifts a hand to hit him, but she quickly loses any strength. The last thing she hears is his delights chuckle echoing in her ears. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun.”
As a reader, what Kamikaze Douga founder and Part 6 OP director Junpei Mizusaki found most amazing about 'Stone Ocean' was that it was set entirely in prison for more than half the story. Perhaps the depth to the characters was what made this work so, in this sense, he wanted to draw not just Jolyne's squad but also the ‘mobs’ like the warden and the lunch lady. The OST was done in an American pop style, which he associated with a bright 'cheerleading' atmosphere:
"The poses of the women prisoners making finger hearts and pointing down with both hands is a way of connecting 'Jojo' with the culture that today's younger generation enjoys, like TikTok. Young staff members collected source materials and the veteran animators worked hard to draw them (laughs)."
idea for if your bored & want something to draw: jack on castiel's shoulders, an idea inspired by the pictures misha shared of himself with fan on twitter.
I saw the pic and thought it was very cute, but I accidentaly turned it onto something else.
I shall present you God and God's shield. The most OP team
In highschool i had a friend OBSESSED with One Direction and Five Seconds Of Summer. Like i waiting in line with this boy for two hours for 1D tix that i PAID FOR ($95) for the last FORTY FIVE MINUTES OF THE SHOW.
But he was my bestie so whatever (🥲). And i was looking up 5SOS stuff and i found the fanfiction and like , it was wild. It was so good i dont even remember the site but y/n was pregnant with like Calums kid and hes like “oh its not mine” and the band was like “ya what do u mean rn” and y/n is like WHAT ARE U SERIOUS.
So why didn’t mewtwo just....teleport Giovanni from the beginning of mewtwo returns?
Hey Anon! Thanks for reaching out!
Good question! It certainly would’ve saved everyone a lot of trouble. ;) I’m not sure that Mewtwo can teleport anyone or anything any time he feels like it. Then again, this is really up to your own interpretation of his powers. Assuming we are discussing Mewtwo as the character appears in Mewtwo Strikes Back and Mewtwo Returns, of the three times I can recall that he teleports someone or something, two of those times he seems to need help.
The first example is Mewtwo teleporting the black Pokeballs to his stadium to capture the trainers’ Pokemon. Basic enough. He invented them, so it’s not a stretch to think he can teleport these objects pretty easily.
Second, Mewtwo teleports Ash and company back to mainland--and possibly back in time--after the incident on New Island, accompanied by amnesia. I have always interpreted this incredible ability to be something both Mewtwo and Mew perform together.
Third, Mewtwo moves the spring on Mt Quena underground and Team Rocket back to their base (or is it a prison? because that would be hilarious), again accompanied by amnesia.
Mewtwo is able to do this after being healed by the spring. Whether the spring simply restores Mewtwo to his base health--meaning that he can teleport lakes and bad guys whenever, so long as he’s in good health--or if the spring does more than that is kinda left up to the viewer. I personally interpret the spring’s restorative properties are what enable Mewtwo to display such power in this particular instance. This power is similar to how he transports Ash and his friends at the end of Mewtwo Strikes Back, which makes me think teleportation is an inherent ability of his, but it takes help (Mew, the spring, etc.) for him to perform it at this magnitude.
This is how I explain it to myself, anyway! There’s a good chance I’m forgetting an example from the animated movies. I imagine that Mewtwo’s powers make him a difficult character to write. It’s hard to think up a situation that one of his powers couldn’t get him out of!
Also, in this Pathfinder session, we killed Sloth the general of corruption™ and I didnt loose a single hitpoint and then those bitches took our horses because our parents wants us back and they kicked my ass sob
