#pili oc

[jinjinranran]

HAPPY YOOSUNG DAY!! 🎉✨️🌟

#traditional art is so unpredictable #this piece is literally the embodiment of #fuck around and find out #mystic messenger #mysme #fanart #yoosung #yoosung kim #mystic messenger yoosung #yoosung x oc #yoosung x mc #mystic messenger cmc #yoosung x cmc #custom mc #pili oc #my art #oc: kim byeol #happy birthday Yoosung #Happy_Birthday_Yoosung

[kingsis]

Pili time 😎 (Also if you want a ship name, ShowCase is what I've been using)

Pili was, and still is, fucking ecstatic to be in the digital circus. Not only do they love circus themes, but they never have to go home? Must be paradise. This doesn't start off anyone but Caine with a good perception of them. "Everyone else wants to go home. Why are you siding with the robot?" (They don't voice that they relate more with the AI than other humans)

Still unsure on the main coat color, but the hat is exactly how I imagined it. They can take off their hat any time, and it can be knocked off too. No matter how often they lose it, it always somehow ends up back in their room.

They draw frequently. They had to ask Caine for a whiteboard so they could do something without getting all jittery. After Caine caught a glimpse of himself being drawn, he took an interest in it. He keeps stealing the whiteboard whenever they finish, because he doesn't want the art to get erased. He's never been drawn before, and Pili just does it so well. He could Never let them erase their art!

Chronically tired. Pili has to take at least one nap every day bc they're constantly exhausted. They trust Ragatha enough to sleep around her, and Kinger's fort is a good nap spot too. Sometimes though, they end up asleep in unconventional places. Jax usually puts them in worse places. If Caine ever spots them first, he'll take them to his room. (He has a hammock set up for them after a while. Pili is always appreciative)

They're terrified of heights. Any kind. 2 feet or 20, it's all too much. Caine loves hugging them, but ends up floating out of instinct. Pili fucking Freaks. Caine tries very hard to accommodate their fear by keeping adventures very grounded. Slowly though, Pili trusts Caine enough to let him carry them around a bit. Still a struggle, but they know Caine would never hurt them on purpose.

Jax calls them Nutcase and picks on them a bit. Not as much as the others though, since Pili makes nice art of him. They ended up in a tentative truce as long as Pili keeps drawing him as nice as they do. After learning they're afraid of heights, he'll sometimes just put their sleeping form on ledges and such. He's been reprimanded multiple times.

Also, both Caine and Pili are emotionally incompetent. It takes a LOT of convincing from everyone that MAYBE Pili has a crush on Caine. After he hears this, he disappears for about 2 days. He doesn't really understand What he's feeling, but it's new and scary and also maybe thrilling? They don't exactly confess to each other, but they end up a bit more touchy feely afterwards.

(Img stuff)

Kinger: friendly. Makes art of bugs 4 him. Naps in his fort.

Ragatha: friendly but not close. Trusts to take a nap by.

Zooble: neutral. Gangs up on Jax

Gangle: friendly but not close. Art buds

Jax: tentative. Somewhat truce bc they draw him

Pomni: neutral. Fun 2 draw

Bubble: menace. They love bubble (in a pet way)

Arrow pointing to Pili: eyes are painted on, so no shadow cast

#my art #art #tadc #tadc oc #tadc original character #the amazing digital circus #wow that was a lot of words #pili sona

[piliiiiiconfusionf]

Remember this old drawing I said I would redraw months ago- WELL FINALLY- XD it has changed a lot, can't follow my own plans so here I am sending this that is similar enough- X'D I hope you like it!

#undertale #undertale au #blue con #sapphire #underswap #underswap sans #swap sans #underswap sans au #sans oc #undertale fanart #undertale oc #my art #pili's art #fanart #redraw #undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale universe #gaster blaster

[pilinonia]

the sun still shines during cloudy days

#pilin pili #warrior of light #wol #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy #oc #original character #illustration #artists on tumblr #art tag #digital painting #art #digital art #artwork #drawing #illustrators on tumblr #radar #tumblr radar #my art #clip studio paint #csp #original art

[skylerfurmaniac-deactivated]

The goop of all time

EYYEYEYEYYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYYEYEYEYEYEYEYEYYEYEYEYYEYEYEYYEYEYEYEYYEYEY

OMG KING HHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUU]

ARGH

LOOK

LOOK AT THEM GOOOOOOOOO <3333333

I JUSTY

EMJIOfjADGVIH?DFGV?RDGJ?DHFGVFABTHBSthg

DUDE

I CAAAAAN'T THEY'RE SO CUUUUUUTE

AND

AND THE FUCKING BLENDING

*sobs*

MY ART PROGRAM IS SHIT AT BLENDINNNNG

IT

i once again just love your art style

(they melt lmao YES THEY WILL MELT IF WANTED XDDD)

(also:

Pili: A crush on Caine huh?

Goop: NJSDASNFJDS NOOOOOOOOOOO GOD OF $*%#-

Goop: wait.....

Goop: Don't you have one on him toooo?~

Pili: I- >:[

Goop: XDDD

yeah :3)

#art #not my art #sky's random rambles #asks #tdac oc #tdac sona #not my oc #pili sona #not my sona #sona: gooper

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Since I bought a new ink pen, I thought I'd do a little free form sketches to test it out ^^

Featuring: Shouichi Tsugami from Kamen Rider Agito, Su Huan-Jen from Pili, a nude Virgil from Thunderbirds, Colonel White from Captain Scarlet, two of my Kamen Rider OCs, an eye and a deformed rabbit.😁

@uniwolfcorn , @teapotteringabout , @skymaiden32 , @knyee , @janetm74 , @the-original-sineater , @amistrio , @thundergeek59 , @riallasheng , @kamenriderserotonin

#my art #ink sketch #kamen rider #kr agito #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain scarlet #pili #budaixi #animals #traditional art #sketches #my ocs #fandoms

[keykidpilipili]

Hehehehehehehe dawntrail benchmark works on my computer! HROTHGAL TIME!

#pili rambles #pili plays ff14 #I already drafted two designs for my keyblade atlantean master oc while Eyristyr goes back to Aerslaent for a while

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

almond dad lore ..?

Breathes heavily.

s so he has TWOOO daughters technically …….

Almond Milk (I call her Mildred/Millie) is 15 and (Vina) Walnut is 8 …….. Millie got adopted back when Almond lived at the witch’s hut with his dad (Cool Whip/Wizard Sr, aka NOT Pedro Walnut teehee) and sister (Marcona) when he found her dumbass digging through his trashcans and giggling

qnd Walnut was baked when Almond was dating a very tall and big lady named Pili Nut …. But ARGH they broke up !!!!! And now Pili just mysteriously disappears in her greenhouse for months at a time, only coming out like once a month …

#I need to elaborate on so much #good god AHAHA #cookie run #cookie run oc #cookie run au #Almond Cookie #Walnut Cookie #Almond Milk Cookie #Wizard Cookie Sr. #Pedro Walnut Cookie #marcona almond cookie #Pili nut cookie #Archives of achene #Replies of the stars #no-California-all-adventure #Friend ask #bro the family tree is so fucked HELPP

[s-4pphics]

moth. teaser. (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: knights of the devil, you all are to be conquered. 

WORD COUNT: 881 

WARNINGS: vampire!ellie, vampirekiller!oc, a lot to come FUCK, violence… so blood(drinking), death, murder, gore, religion briefly,

A/N: yasss yaaas taglist?

prolouge

1809

“Oh, my precious darling…” 

Red, similar to her hair; palms painted from the tips of a finger to the points of elbows; knees sunk into begrimed pili drenched with fresh maroon. Panicked breaths are accompanied by prayers, wishes of denial. Desires for death. 

“… What I would give to protect you…” 

“F-F—“

Tortured hollers are directed towards the pouring skies. Bodies. Bodies everywhere; surrounded by decay. 

She sobs, deep from the pits of her stomach, “Father, for-forgive them! For they do not—“

Thunder claps. Lightning is being used as weapons from the Lord above, all meant to discover her and strike. The beams in the sky are intended to punish her discernment. It was a mistake. It was a mistake! Her eyes refuse to meet the battered corpse of the young babe, no more than three. Her crime was committed in a haze, blinded by starvation, all at the cost of the family before her. Villagers would deem the view a savage attack. A mutilation only made possible by the ravenous wolves after dark. The bears that protect the trees at dusk.

All on horseback, the strangers paused their ventures to inquire guidance. She swiftly became an aid for navigating the path, instructing them with a trembling finger and a blistering throat. Follow that trail to the end of the woods. Unbeknownst to their gracious eyes, she followed. Stalked after their mount for miles like the thoroughbred they ride, carried by the wind. Urged by bloodlust. 

Her vision blurred when they tied their horse’s lariats to a nearby post that barely passed the trees. Her vision was shrouded in darkness, a substance so thick that her limbs felt trapped, even in frantic movement. They’d reached the end, just like she’d promised. 

Their screams satiated her hunger, but never hindered her guilt. 

Demons, I tell you! All of them, demons! Witches destined to be set aflame for the masses! 

And now she crouches over them with remorse in her chest. Remorse that will wash away her like the rainfall that pounds on her shoulders. Much like it had in the past when her purity was stolen. Another fatality. 

1919

“Hunting requires bouts of unwavering dedication. If the entirety of your being doesn’t relish in the suffering of the demons walking, then you are to be shunned.”

Being the youngest hunter-to-be amongst legends, historical monuments that leave trails of prosperous victories wherever they advance, is humbling. Your mother pestered you for as long as you could remember: never, never become a hunter, being her only protest for you, her only child. She used to pray beside your bed at night when she assumed you to be asleep, praising the Creator for forbidding you sickness or poverty. You were her only treasure, a gift from the frosted heavens. 

And the demons took her. 

Hunters searched the unoccupied lands that surrounded your home relentlessly, but no traces of the Devils’ were ever discovered. They attended your mother’s burial for your protection, and prepared to assist your transition into the orphanage, but you denied. You were permanently vexed. Forever vengeful. 

I wish to become a hunter! 

Your recruitment was immediate due to the shortage of volunteers, and that same day, you witnessed all of the treasures and memories of your childhood home — of your mother — get burned to the ground by the Hunters. No trails for the demons should go untouched by fire. 

“If you hesitate for even a second, you’re dead. Either by their hand…” 

Something unsettled you that morning as you prepared for school. Something in the air, something underground. A heaviness in your home that you couldn’t trace. Your mother ironed your skirt and pinned your hair up, brushed down the small curls around your hairline, and she eased you. The weather is changing, dear, she’d said before wishing you well. You studied relentlessly, all while she was shredded by teeth sharp as knives. You want the Devil’s lifeless heart in the palm of your hand, risks be damned.

“Or mine. And I will not hesitate.” 

The overseer of your battalion, who slowly paces before his future prodigies, aura menacing, pauses in front of you. With your gaze locked forward and a lump in your throat, you gawk right on the crescent on his belt — the hunter’s insignia — your feet shuffle, shoes slightly squeaking above the wood. 

“Are you prepared, child?” 

His tone is disparaging, and you swallow. Your head bobs and your breathing stutters. 

“Yes, sir.” 

He crouches before you and your cells stiffen, elbows perched on his knees, eyes finally level with yours. You appear stoic due to the grinding of your teeth, inspecting the stitched scar that sprouts at his right brow and crosses his eye.

“You are nothing,” He hisses, and your heart clenches, “You are not a child, and I am not your elder. Any identity you held prior to your arrival is worthless, now. We are vessels for the greatest power above. Hunter is your only name, do you understand?” 

No verbiage escapes you. It couldn’t with how your breath trembles, so you nod once; Quite mechanic. 

“Stand straight.” 

His conviction forces your shoulders into alignment, and snickers from the older prodigies erupt from behind you. Your cheeks warm and your palms drip. The overseer rises to his feet once more.

“That goes for all of you!” He shouts, and the room is quiet.

The crescent sparkles under the yellow candlelight. Your palms grow clammy at his viperous swear. 

“I will not hesitate.” 

#vampire!ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst #ellie williams au #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #works 𖧧࣪ #lesbian

[skylerfurmaniac]

here my monthly reminder to you guys that u actually draw shit lmao

I WAS GOING TO DIGITALIZE THIS DRAWING BUT MY TABLET BROKE BEFORE I COULD OUGH

Everything else under keep reading :]

Bfdi + random ocs I have in it

And just some random doodles and ocs(one of them being pili from kingsis lmao)

AND SKYLER LORE WITH 2 OF THE DRAWINGS ONLY 2 PEOPLE WILL GET IT LMAO

:DDDDD

#skyler's art #art #spamton #sona: skyler #spamton g spamton #deltarune spamton #big shot spamton #big shot era #spam angels #spamton fanart #spamton addison #spamton deltarune #spamton x self insert #bfdi #bfdi oc #two bfb #four bfb #four bfdi #x bfb #bfb #bfb four #bfb x #battle for bfb #tpot #the power of two #bfb oc #oc: Mike #oc: sier #sona: gooper #Skyler lore lmao

[jinjinranran]

Mystictober Day 7 - Seven x MC

Chomp

#mm_mystictober2022 #mm mystictober2022 #mystic messenger #mysme #fanart #707 #saeyoung choi #mm seven #seven x mc #pili oc #oc: oh mari

[kingsis]

Ok this feels a lot better. More cohesive. Also if you're wondering why there's so much sun symbolism (specifically sunrise) here's why:

#my art #art #pili sona #tadc oc #sona art

[piliiiiiconfusionf]

Sapphire !! Has been a while since I drew him XD hope you like!

#my art #pili's art #sapphire #undertale #undertale au #underswap #blue con #underswap sans #my oc #undertale oc

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐢 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

— Ryomen Sukuna x OC [Hayami]

➷ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : "Tell me about yourself. Where you came from, how you came here. After all no normal person ever seeks job in thousand miles into the wood."

➷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Mention of blood, mention of cannibalism, not proof readed, only Sukuna and Hayami in this whole chapter, 1.4k words.

➷ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hi guys, thank you guys sooooo much for the likes, reblongs and comments. They mean a lot to me. They encourage to write so again thanks guys. Here is the second chapter. If you like the chapter then please leave a like, comment and reblong. Follow me for more like this. Enjoy ♡

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

After the last incident with Sukuna, Hayami didn't want to face him anytime soon. Her jaw where he had gripped her was bruised with nail marks. Other mainds were giving her either piliful glances or a smirk of satisfaction like Rika.

Sukuna was the King Of Course so it was natural for everyone to hate him or be scared of him but that didn't seem the case here. Some here like Rika seemed to be want the Lord's eyes only on them. They seemed to be in love with him.

Hayami could not understand them at all and she didn't want to either. Hayami hoped that she would not have to encounter Sukuna ever in the future. But that hoped shattered the very next day when Uraume ordered Hayami to deliver his lunch.

Hayami pleaded to them that she could not do that but Uraume didn't budge. So now Hayami stood infront of the door of Sukuna's room. Hayami consider jumping off from the floor. Since it was the top floor so there was no chance of surviving the fall.

Hayami sighed thinking to herself, 'Let's see what happens today.'

Hayami raised her hand to knock on the door but before she could a gruffed voice interrupted, "How long are you planning to stand there?"

Hayami stepped back in shock. How did he know? Then again he is not a normal person. Hayami slid open the shoji door and closed it behind after entering.

Sukuna was sitting on the tatami mat with the smoaking pipe in his hand. Two eyes focusing on a scrolled in his hands and two were staring right at Hayami. She felt a chill down her spine. She kept her head down so she could not see but she could feel. Why does he always have to stare at her with those piercing eyes?

Her palms got sweaty that she feared the tray doesn't slip from her gasp. Sukuna's lips curled up in a smirk when he felt how nervous you were. For such a powerful thing to be this nervous around him. He wondered if she had even the slightest Idea of how just much havoc she could create or if all her scared and oblivious persona is just a facade?

We will see.

Hayami walked up to him and placed the heavy tray on the low table. She wondered what the King of Courses eats. What she had heard from the rumours is that he eats humen. But the aroma of the food which Hayami brought for Sukuna smelled wonderful.

Just as Hayami got up to take her leave Sukuna spoke up, "I didn't permit to leave yet. Come here."

Hayami froze on the spot at his order. Is he going to do the same thing like yesterday? Or today will even worse? God, she should have run away when she had the chance. No— not run away but die. Because if she somehow escapes from here they are out looking for her.

This Shrine was probably the safest place for Hayami. They would not dare to come in 1000 meters of radiation around Ryomen Sukuna. Just why does Sukuna has to be a ass with her?

"Do I need to tell you twice? Come here." Sukuna beckoned her to come closer.

With reluctant steps Hayami walked up to Sukuna and stood beside him. Without a warning Sukuna's one arm reached out and dragged Hayami down. Making her sit on the tatami with a painful thud.

"Hayami was it?" He asked but both know it was not a question. You glare down at the floor as you mutter a low "Yes Lord Sukuna."

"I'm bored. Entertain me." Sukuna leaned back resting on a elbow, his head resting on the palm.

What am I? Your personal monkey?

Hayami resisted the urge to roll her eyes after all she didn't want to die just yet, "I don't have any talent to entertain you Lord Sukuna."

Sukuna took a drag from the pipe, "Tell me about yourself. Where you came from, how you came here. After all no normal person ever seeks job in thousand miles into the wood."

The temperature of the room dropped. Hayami could feel goosebumps covering her pale skin. Was he doubting something? Does he know about her? About her past or those people.

Sukuna observed the colour drain from her face. Her eyes shaking frantically like her whole life was flashing before her eyes. So is not as oblivious as she appeared huh?

Sukuna chuckled internally. She did look cute like this. Sukuna was a man after all and found pretty thing as it is. Even if the definition of pretty was a little different in his dictionary. To him the colour of his victim's blood was the prettiest shade. To him the orenge blaze of village buring down is the prettiest scenery. People quivering in fear is the prettiest feeling.

Two eyes trailed to her bruised jaw. Without thinking Sukuna grabbed her jaw in his hand. This time compartively gentler than before. To natural instinct Hayami tried lean back and his grip held her on her place. Sukuna drew her face closer.

Hayami held in her breath. Pondering what he wants now. Now that they were so close Hayami felt the desire to see his face. Their previous encounter was not a pleasant one and Hayami was too scared. Now that the situation was calmer Hayami debated in her head wheather she should or not.

By now their faces were just few inches away. If anyone were catch them in this position they would definitely misunderstand.

Is he trying to kiss me?

By now their faces were just few inches away. If anyone were catch them in this position they would definitely misunderstand. A last she give in the urge and look up at his face only to gasp when she realised he was already looking at her. No— not her but her jaw.

Given the chance Hayami ran her eyes over his face. He definitely didn't look like a normal human. Half his face was wooden. Two eyes both side of his face. His whole body, including his face, had black marking. However the most stunning feature was his crimson eyes that stared at her with a emotion that she could not pinpoint.

He truly was beautiful. Maybe not to everyone but to her, he was. Maybe because she didn't have much interaction with other humen. And the ones that she didn't were nothing but horrendous. More than Sukuna scaring her or wounding her jaw.

Hayami could see why the other maids were so attracted to him. Sukuna brushed his thumb over your jaw like a soft feather you didn't knew he was capable of. You closed you your eyes hoping your jaw to hurt because of the wounds but they surprisingly didn't.

Hayami kept her eyes closed. If they are going to kiss then she better do it well. Otherwise if he got angry and killed her then all the things she did to survive till now would go in vain.

Sukuna looked over her face one last time. This girl who is sitting in front of him was a wonder herself. But that was matter for another day. Sukuna has to go out for a important business and can't waist his time here.

Lips curled up in smirk before releasing her, "You can leave now. You are dismissed."

"What?" She mumbled, still in daze.

"I said you can leave now." Sukuna said nonchalantly like nothing happened. Like they were not so close that a little movement would have resulted them in kissing.

Seeing Hayami still there raised his brow snapping her out of the daze state. When realisation hit her Hayami hysterically got up and sprinted out of the room. Almost hitting Uraume, who was outside the door, on her way out.

Blood rushed to Hayami's cheeks in embodiments. How could she have done that? That too infront of him. Hayami headed back to the kitchen totally unaware of her now completely fine jaw.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"Will you be leaving now Lord Sukuna?"

"Yes, let's find out about the Curse of Śeṣa."

Please don not copy, reupload or plagiaris my work. All the rights and credits of Jujutsu Kaisen characters and pictures used belongs to their rightful owners.

➷ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : @shadowywizardarcade

➷ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : If you want be added on my taglist let me in the comments or reblong or inbox.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x oc #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #my work #sukuna fanfic #sukuna fluff #sukuna #sukuna imagine #jujutsu kaisen #Jujutsu Kaisen x OC #jjk x oc #x OC #ryomen sukuna x oc #sukuna ryomen smut #gojo imagine #jujutsu geto #geto suguru #Sukuna fanfiction #sukuna smut #geto suguru imagines #geto suguru fanfic #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami imagine #toji fushiguro #toji fanfic #Sukuna x female oc #Nanami x OC #toji x oc

[skylerfurmaniac-deactivated]

To whoever that anon was, "You are what you choose to be" has a rewritten version. It's not as long but it's still available

:0

THANK YOUUU

I'M GONNA GO READ IT NOW THANKS KING >:D

wait

can I-

:0

I CAN

#asks #sky's random rambles #art #skyler's art #tadc #not my sona #tdac oc #tdac sona #pili sona #YEAAAAAAH #sona: gooper

[atamascolily]

Every single sentence of this Anime News Network review of Thunderbolt Fantasy 2x9-10 by Gabrielle Ekens is GOLDEN:

It's finally happened guys – Thunderbolt Fantasy has fully outed itself as a Chaos Dragon spinoff. Ever since the Funky Monk-ey's destiny became apparent, it was only a matter of time before Xie handed the blade over to her dopamine-deficient acquaintance, sending Dong Li into hell in the process. But I didn't expect that Di(ddy) Kong would turn out to have the exact same name – Lou Zhen Jie – as his D&D prototype from all those years ago. You know, Gen Urobuchi is really living the dream. The man is being paid to write high-profile puppet shows starring his goth qi-channeling swordsman OC. That's like the ultimate goal of anyone who has ever created a DeviantArt account. I'm green with envy.

You know, this explains so fucking much about S2, and I am HOWLING. I kept saying that Thunderbolt Fantasy reminds me of a wuxia-themed D&D game, but I didn't expect that to be LITERALLY TRUE. This is even funnier than the fact that Urobuchi started writing for Pili in part because they killed his favorite character off in their main series, lololol.

(For context: Chaos Dragon is an anime adaptation of Red Dragon, a six-session D&D game with Urobuchi and a handful of other well-known Japanese authors, in which Urobuchi spent most of his time trolling his compatriots and killing as many NPCs as he could get away with. The original Lou Zhen Jie--inexplicably gender-flipped in the anime version--is a warrior monk armed with a sentient sword and obsessed with death. Sound familiar yet?)

Ekens also calls Lou "the big bad Buddhist boy, Dong Li's worst therapist, the perpetual walking Evanescence song who's just renounced his vow of celibacy to a sword" and I cannot decide which of these epithets is my new favorite, so I think I'll go with ALL OF THEM.

Also, nothing will be able to, ahem, top, this passage:

... The middle of this ninth episode delivers some weirdly late setup for what's going to go down between Vape Wizard and Glasses Cop. At least Urobuchi takes the opportunity to slip in some Hot Yaoi Content™ in the form of Xiao leading Lin on a leash. (He could slip out of those ropes at any time...but he won't.) ...For all of [Glasses Cop's] bluster, it looks like the Enigmatic Gale has taught him a lesson in topping from the bottom. ... Grade: A

DAMN STRAIGHT.

#thunderbolt fantasy #wuxia fantasy puppet epic #lou zhen jie #lin xue ya