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[ducksummon-blog]

@spamtasy suggested I draw peking in donald duck’s clothes a while back and I thought it was cute so have a scribble + spam as minnie mouse

[pxgtails]

"C-Could you store us Food Souls in those strange capsules?!" //gotta get in on that pokball train~

          “ I... I’unno. ”

They’d always been with her, always on her person; she woke up with a set of six on her bracelet  ( a complete set — she didn’t know how she knew it was complete, but she did. )  When she held them in her hand, it felt right; when she was bored or anxious, she found herself tossing them and bouncing them on the inside of her foot as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

More than once, her fingers had ghosted over the button on the capsules, big and round and begging to be pressed. More than once she pressed it — and more than once it’d expanded in her hand like magic. Those moments always left her with bated breath, left her feeling like something incredible was about to happen.

But it never did. If she pressed the button again, they’d shudder briefly before shrinking right back down to their smaller size. She could repeat this cycle ad infinitum, if she so desired. And sometimes she’d wind up in that cycle for minutes, hours at a time. But no amount of button-pressing provided her with any answers.

These days, they usually sat back on her nightstand; if she wore them they had a terrible tendency to snag and bump against everything in the kitchen. She hadn’t seen a single other one like them in all of her time here — and she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were important.

“ ...d’ya t’ink Boston Lobsta’ might know somethin’ ‘bout ‘em? ”     It was a train of thought that only occurred to her at this moment.     “ Maybe ‘ey’s... I’unno, new technology or somethin’...? ”

[mizushingen]

♭

♭ for a song I associate with your muse

Annella - Kisse Misse

[ducksummon-blog]

@spamtasy

⊰ 🐤 ⊱

                    Parisels, he was coming to learn, were often called hard for a reason. Victories against the Fallen Angels came regularly, but not before a thorough pummelling on their part. It was all for the continued progress of humanity, though, for the preservation of the human race... That made everything worthwhile. It was their purpose; Peking Duck, dutiful as he was, always had to quietly remind himself of it when nursing the many bruises and lacerations the latest Aizen or Queen Conch had put him through. He turned toward Spam in the immediate aftermath of their latest battle, moving his long, loose sleeve to his forehead to smear a bit of the blood out of the way before it could get into his eye; she was a defensive-type Food Soul, which meant that while she could take a hit better than a magic-type like him she was placed into the front lines to take the harshest beatings in an effort to tank them out and defend the rest of her team.

                    "Are you alright??”

                    "... You’ve done enough. We’ve been at this for some time now... Perhaps it would be best for us to go back to the restaurant for a break. You should see Milk.”

[ducksummon-blog]

Trope !

send ‘trope’ for a tv trope! | ACCEPTING

                   DISTINGUISHED GENTLEMAN’S PIPE

When a writer wants to show that a character is just a little bit “above” everyone else in the group, in one way or another, he’ll give them a pipe. The man with the pipe is usually depicted as being a little bit older, a little bit (or a lot) smarter (often a Professor), in control, composed, unruffled and dignified. Perhaps even pompous, snooty, aloof or a bit haughty. When being held, the stem points back at the smoker, drawing attention to them as being the most important; it can also be used by them to point with.

Generally does not apply to hillbilly/sailor corn cob pipe smokers, who usually defy the trope, though there are notable exceptions.

This is Always Male but, as always, Tropes Are Flexible. A key element in the attire of the Quintessential British Gentleman, often enjoyed in a Smoky Gentlemen’s Club. Also a key wardrobe accessory for the Standard ‘50s Father. The smoker is often, but not always, a Good Smoker. Compare Cigar Chomper, Smoking Is Cool. Occasionally revealed as a Bubble Pipe for comedic relief.

Peking Duck is fancy and has a pipe and a monocle to show that off. His pipe is one of the most ‘him’ things about him; he carries it around at all times ( and seems to really have something of a tobacco problem with how much he puffs away at it… Or he would if he were human I guess ) not only to smoke from but to attack with, spinning it and hitting enemies with it or blowing great plumes of fire out of the end of it to light up any of the Fallen Angels a team is facing. It also doubles as a TRAGIC KEEPSAKE, so you get two tropes for the price of one: he keeps it close and is so fond of it because it was a gift from his LOST LENORE ( three tropes in one?? ) Master Attendant, who was executed by public burning for refusing to cover up a series of ritualistic murders committed by a sacrificial cult slowly taking over the Light Kingdom. His voice almost warbles a bit when he talks about it in his vocal lines.

Peking Duck: ‘This cigarette holder and tobacco pipe were given to me by a friend. They said it really suits me… What’s your opinion, Master Attendant?’

[steaksoul]

♤ // from madamhatter but it's just her trying to get dried blood off his horns or smth

nonsexual acts of intimacy — select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♤ : Taking a bath together (but not rly)

Unlike other Food Souls who seemed to care far too much about appearances, the horns that curved atop Steak’s head were his only true physical pride. Having them splattered with the spilled blood of a Fallen Angel after battle just wouldn’t do. 

Perhaps his Master Attendant had simply grown tired of watching him try and clean and polish the horns without use of a mirror, or perhaps there was a more caring -- possibly even thankful -- reason as to why she’d tugged the damp cloth from his hand with a tut and a scoff, before doing the job herself. 

Normally, Steak would avoid having anyone touch them at all, but the contented ( dangerously close to smiling! ) expression he wore right now meant there was always an exception for the one he chose to protect.  

          “Thank you.”

[jiuniaang-blog]

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

protective sentence starters || accepting

@spamtasy​

     ❛  I- I’m sorry…. ❜

     Given how prone Jiuniang was to     clinging to people in dangerous      situations, the fact that she managed     to get separated from the group at     all was almost impressive. Truthfully,     she hadn’t intended to stray too far..     But when Uke Mochi is looming above     you, brandishing a giant fork of death…     Well. It’s only natural for your body’s     ‘fight or flight’ response to kick in.

     And Jiuniang’s body chose flight. 

     Literally.

           ❛  I won’t…. Do it again… ❜