#li'l oink

[bentleysglasses]

pige...

#paper mario #mario #goombario #li'l oink #videos

[abybweisse]

Ch191 (p3), Ultra Ticked-Off System

This chapter has me 🤯 because it answers who Al is and which lord of the stars she is. But it's weird. Because now I'm going back to thinking Yana-san accidentally switched around the names of the lords by getting their rooms switched around at Sphere Music Hall. I'll explain more in another post in this chapter series.

Ronald says he's going to take her back to reaper HQ, presumably for interrogation and examination. But then Layla moves rapidly to hit him on the chin and escapes from his grasp.

Then... Al wakes up.

All this time, one theory turns out to be correct about Al; it's her split personality. But, unlike how it would typically go, these two personalities communicate with each other. Layla might even still be there, just letting Al do the talking and fighting now.

Apparently, Layla has a tendency to call Al for silly things, so Al was ignoring her until now. This makes me think that it's got to be Al who takes over when it's time to make the wounded soldiers oink and squeal like pigs. 😅

Now we get to Mother3 theory on this. Oh, yeah. She's definitely paralleling Li'l Ms. Marshmallow. And her Ultra Ticked-Off System is called Al.

Ronald even thinks she looks different now, as she's "talking to herself". So, the conversation she's having with Layla just sounds like mumbling to Ronald, apparently. But he knows things have seriously changed.

Now she's taking over completely to handle the pain they've experienced.

Who is the old woman Al must have harmed (possibly tortured) and probably killed?

Typical Ronald, though. He's more concerned right now about getting this over with, because of a group date with the Planning Section. What does the reaper organization even need with a Planning Section?!?

Well, now we know that Layla is this:

While Al is her Ultra Ticked-Off System:

Oh... boy....

More about the lords of the stars coming up. It's--it's confusing.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #ch191 #chapter release #chapter review #chapter analysis #layla #al #ronald knox #mother3 #li'l ms marshmallow #ultra ticked off system #character parallels #aug 19 2022 #part three #part 3

[fluffytoughie]

🐷✨

"Ugh, fuckin' hell, I'm gonna go gray if I gotta put up wit dis yammerin' a single second longah!"

The raucous yelling was only a prelude to the crescendo of a chair being thrown. The resounding THUD against the wall was satisfying, but did little to ebb Angel's upset.

He ran gloved claws through a tuft of his hair. It was already mussed from his clenching and clawing at it earlier, when Charlie had coerced all the residents into a "sharing circle". Throwing back his head, Angel belted out a scream that Valentino would have likely loved to catch on camera. Fat fuckin' chance. That was the single benefit to the studio, there was no "feelings" shit.

A loud oink pulled Angel's attention toward the floor, where his sweet little hellpig was rolling out from under the bed, disturbed by the tantrum.

"I'm serious, Nuggs, ya Daddy's gonna go bananas up in here!"

The piglet didn't seem to care for Angel's plight, oinking his groggy disapproval. A tiny hoof stomped the carpet.

Angel laughed at his precious little man. The bad mood fizzled out in the face of such adorable adamance. He leant down to pick Fat Nuggets up, scratching a floppy ear.

"Right, right, my li'l man needs his beauty sleep, just like his Daddy. Sorry, Nuggs." Angel fell backwards onto his bed, accommodating Fat Nuggets in his fluffy chest. The hellpig nuzzled his Daddy, appeased with the offer of a suitable pillow to resume his nap on.

Staring up at the fairy lights strung across his ceiling, Angel let out a long breath. The ambience of soft shadows and sweet, soothing oinking kept him calm.

"Three weeks dry, an' that ain't near enough for these bitches. Tch. Why even botha?"

Eyes closed, Angel fought not to dredge the recent embarrassing moments up. Instead, he mentally ran through the new choreography Valentino was riding his ass about.

Wasn't good enough for Chacha, wasn't good enough for Val…

Fuck 'em. Because at least he was enough for someone in his life.

Angel blinked and looked down, rubbing two hands down Fat Nuggets' bristly back.

"Long as I feed ya, anyways."

#IC

[tinypigeonlord]

I never grow tired of watching people play through Paper Mario 64 ;w; Something about that game just makes me feel all nostalgic and emotional whenever I see it. Should replay it sometime soon myself.

PM: TTYD is also wonderful but it hits... a little different. Still love it to death, but the story and art style of the OG game are just... ;w; hhhhhhhh

#shutup pigeon lord #I also loved Super Paper Mario and Origami King A LOT. But it feels like the later games focused a bit too much on the paper aspect?? #like each new game needs to have a new paper gimmick whereas the first games were more like. traditional but stylized rpg games? #Like. especially in the first game it was like. yeah the characters are all flat but that's not the focus. #After that it felt like the devs had to make sure we could tell that everything was paper. Like. not just flat but paper. #I dunno I can't explain it #plus OG Paper Mario had Li'l Oinks so instant win. No other game had them since. Disappointing.

[fullmoonfireball]

hmm. it is pretty gashapon-esque, i'll give you that....

#so li'l-oinks.... are not real #that begs some questions in of itself but.. hm #roberttheglitcherino #replies

[hybistrophile]

Cletus Kasady | Carnage Imagine: Pre-Symbiosis Edition

[1] [2] [3] [4]

🔪 🔪 🔪

one morning, you called out to him, a chill creeping up your spine: "Cletus, is that you?"

he was already dressed, caffeinated, and downstairs before you even woke up, but that was not out of the ordinary; it took you weeks to get him used to something resembling a human sleep schedule, so him waking up after six actually meant he'd been sleeping in

no, that wasn't what chilled you; it was what you found on your chopping board: a disembodied heart with bloody symbols all around it and the distant sounds of someone fleeing the scene

"who else, boss lady?" he walked up behind you as soundlessly as he always did; this morning, he finally startled you; "you like my gift?"

you looked at him, then looked back at the organ; then, finally, you sighed in relief; "very funny, Cletus"

"wasn't meant to be," he looked everywhere but your eyes; "you read the note?"

the note was the bloody letters which, on a second look, formed words: blood runs red, love spills the same, there's only so much, a heart can contain

"it isn't funny, I'll give you that," you said, but still giggled; it was an anxious giggle because he got to you; that bloody love poem of his got to you; "is that why you insisted on opening the shop yourself this morning? you wanted to steal my produce? for a prank?"

he chuckled, too, but it was that nervous tick of his at work again; he was being sincere, not his usual sarcastic self, so he had to play it off as if it was a prank; "scuse me? it's my heart that got stolen"

you couldn't contain the giggles, so you stopped trying; your sides started hurting and he sounded out of breath behind you; after straightening your back, you looked over your shoulder at him: "I think you just misplaced it"

as he got closer, the warmth radiated off of his chest and against your chilled back; he cleared his voice; "it was stolen. ripped straight outta my chest by the sweetest, most innocent-lookin' li'l thing"

you bit your lip, feeling another fit of giggles coming

his hand grabbed your tense shoulder, squeezing it lightly as his breath blew against the sensitive spot behind your ear: "can't go around heartless, so I gotta steal hers for myself. an eye for an eyes, as the sayin' goes."

you leaned back against him, letting his hand climb up your shoulder and snatch your throat. another light squeeze. you craned your neck, letting his mouth move against the shell of your ear;

"sweet thing," he spoke directly into your ear, making you shiver; and, as he traced the bruises on your throat, the one he never lets heal completely, you felt his fangs sinking in slowly; "I'm here for my heart," his hand slithered into your apron, inside of your shirt, up your stomach and settled on your left breats, right over your heart

"where is he?" the entrance door was blown open by a hurricane in a hurry; it was Mrs. Hatchet raining and storming; "where is my husband?"

stepping away from Cletus' clutches, you smoothened down your apron, sucking in a much needed breath before speaking: "ma'am, he's not here"; with your hands crossed over your chest, over your racing heart, you spit out: "I was clear about me not wanting him to step foot here after I tore up the contract in his face, after he repetedly shoved it in mine"

she smashed her manicured hands on the glass counter; "I know why he kept coming back here, and it had nothing to do with paperwork, you little hussy"

behind you, your employee must've been boiling, because he blew up like a kettle when his boss got sprayed with insults: "thought you were a lady. shoulda known that hog married a sow"

pulling back her finger as if they'd just been burnt, she clutched her pearls: "how dare you? do you sick your attack dog on everybody who comes into this dump? no wonder people stopped shopping here"

"oink oink outta here then, Miss Piggy," he chuckled and she clutched her pearls even tighter

holding up a finger in front of Cletus' face seemingly stopped his barking, which didn't help with the attack dog allegations: "listen, ma'am," you spoke through the fakest smile you ever put on "Mr. Hatchet is not here. we unlocked the doors just ten minutes ago and you're the first person to walk through them"

"Clive left home an hour ago," she pulled out a phone from her designer purse, tapped it ten or twelve times before dropping it back in; "I know you've been trying to buy your way out of the hole your daddy dug himself into, but I'll tell you one thing: he's rolling in his own hole right now seeing you spread your legs so wide"

the mention of your dead dad was like a ghost manifestation: it froze you into place; but, while you stood there motionless, Cletus moved around the counter and slowly creeped in on Mrs. Hatchet; this made the hurricane in her clear

"this little piggy went to market," he chanted, dragging a cleaver against a sharpner loud enough for the dead to hear; "this little piggy stayed home..."

the woman warbled out a warning: "stay away from me, you mongrel"; she was less willing to confront either of you with each step he took. closer. and closer; "tell him to stay away from me"; walking backwards towards the door, she eventually scrambled out of your shop, the door hitting her on the way out

"and this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home," Cletus chuckled, making as if he was going to chase after her, but letting the door close the two of you in instead

turning back to you with a satisfied smirk on his face, he was sure to see you still standing there, still petrified, eyes open but blind to the outside world; "woof, woof. did I do good, boss lady?" he tried and failed to lighten the mood

before the silence could settle in around you, he came to you and cupped your face; "this about your old man?"

wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you whispered: "he did this to me. the Hatchets are his rivals, not mine. I don't want to have to deal with them. with this. any of this"

"and you don't have to," he stroked your cheeks with the dry fingerpads of his thumbs. "I'll deal with the hogs in the back. you manage the storefront. let your daddy toss and turn six feet under. all daddies ever do is make us bend over backwords tryin' to please 'em. so fuck 'em"

"Cletus," you tried not to cry, but tears rolled down your cheeks anyway; "I don't think I'll be able to pay you this week. or the next. or-"

he stopped your sobbing with a kiss, closed mouth and crueler than the savagery he usually subjects you to; you'd rather he bit your lip and drank from it, sucked it dry of blood; instead, he stole away your breath, your life; "keep your money, baby. you still owe me a heart," he spoke to you so softly, yet you still shattered, burying your wet face into the leather apron covering his chest

when you calmed down, cradled in his arms, you blinked up at him and saw that his own face was as pale as ever, eyes steady on your own and mouth comfortably contorted into a smirk; he's been bidding his time until he can chase you down again, capturing you in another kiss, vicious this time; it brought you back to life

when he finally freed you, your drying eyes sought out the source of the sound that made him back away: it was your first real customer of the day; "go freshen up, baby," he ordered you this time, not the other way around; "I'll take care of the hogs in the front today;

as you slipped away, you turned your head one last time to thank him with a smile, but he was already facing away; instead, your eyes were met with the chopping board that he'd move to the side and the heart atop it which was too small to have come from a bovine; it had to have been a hog's

#Cletus Kasady #Carnage #Cletus Kasady x Reader #Cletus Kasady x You

[prozd]

Bones of the Forgotten

For those unaware, when I was 12 years old, I used to write very gritty Mario fanfiction.  The only reason this exists is because we hit a charity milestone for Extra Life (which by the way you can still donate to here: https://www.extra-life.org/participant/450294)

I decided to write the sort of fanfiction that 12 year old me would've enjoyed writing, so here is my love letter to my youth.

A question block can come in handy in a variety of ways.  You just gotta know how to scrap it down.  Easily done enough with a precision focus Fire Flower blowtorch.  The first thing you gotta do is realize there's nothing bringing that sonuvabitch down; those fuckers float in the air forever no matter how much you push or pull 'em.  Instead, you gotta carve off pieces from it as it's floating up there. Awkward at first, but by the fiftieth time, it's fucking clockwork.

Melt down the pieces and you've got the golden goo perfect for crafting all sorts of nasty tools.  A bat made from question block has just enough lightness for a easy swing, but just enough density to still effectively break a kneecap.  A blade still won't pierce, say, a Chain Chomp, but it can at least pierce most Koopa shells.  Plus, some people just like the gold color; they think it looks sick.

I personally think the best use of question block goo is making bullets out of it.  They're denser than most others and they maintain their speed for longer. The only downside is they stand out if you leave them in a body at a crime scene, but that's irrelevant as long as you're cleaning up your messes properly.  If anyone had the time and resources to search the bottom of the sea near Rogueport Docks, I imagine you'd find a glittering trove of golden bullets scattered among the bones of the forgotten.

One of those bullets dances idly through my fingers as I listen to one of my subordinates, a Craw with the quite frankly unfortunate name of Garf, lament about his recent mistreatment by the Syndicate.

"Ishnail, they just stomped the shit out of us!  Gus and I, we weren't doin' NOTHIN' and those leafy fucks attacked us.  Everyone knows the Plaza's neutral territory, we gotta DO somethin' about this."

Craws get a bad rap, in my opinion.  They get labeled as savage, but I've always found them to be much more thoughtful than people would assume.  Even in this moment, as my eyes gaze upon Garf's tattered, bloodied vest and bandana, and his curved beak squawks in rage, I notice the slightest trace of tears at the very edges of his eyes.  Aw.

"Let me ask you one question, Garf."  Out of respect, Garf immediately goes silent. Again, thoughtful.  "Were you and Gus carrying your spears?"

"I......I mean.....we have to, it's part of Craw culture...."

"I'm well aware, but Garf, I'm sure YOU'RE well aware that no weapons are allowed in the Plaza.  I mean, at the very least, keep a goddamn gun hidden in your pocket, don't wave a fucking SPEAR around.  You're just asking for the Piantas to give you a beating."

I get up from the dingy sofa I've been lounging on and dust myself off.  "But I can't have Don Pianta thinking it's okay to fuck up my guys.  I'll have to have a word with the ol' mustachioed fuck."  I pat Garf on the cheek and wipe a tear away with my thumb.  He nods in appreciation.

I motion to two of my subordinates, a scrappy looking Goomba named Goomfrey and a laidback Hammer Brother named Hamma.  We step outside HQ and into the bustling, grimy streets of Rogueport's east side.  

As long as I've lived in Rogueport, it's always carried the smell of the sea in the air.  It's a welcome scent to me, having grown up in the Seaside Kingdom.  My mom was a Bubblainian; she raised me when my deadbeat Koopa dad left us, and what she gave me was the snail shell on my back and a love for the water.  Merchants shouting and the occasional "STOP, THIEF!" ring out as my muscle and I make our way through the Plaza.  We pass the gallows where the Shadow Queen's corpse was supposedly hung from one thousand years ago.  Fittingly gruesome lore for a city filled with murderous rat-bastards.

A sickly sweet scent starts to mingle with the smell of the sea and garbage I'm used to. It's an indication that we're entering the west side of Rogueport. Sure, it's a much tidier area than where the Robbos and I live; there may be fancy-ass things like "flowers" and "benches," how hoity-toity.  You can put lipstick on a Li'l Oink, but it still smells like shit.

We walk into Westside Goods.  There's no need for the customary password; Peeka, the Boo shopkeeper, knows why I'm here.  She opens up the back door, and we walk up the stairs in the back alley to Don Pianta's office.

"Ishnail, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Don Pianta stands behind his desk; as much as I hate to admit it, his presence is overwhelming.  "And you brought friends, too?" he notes as he sees Goomfrey and Hamma.

If you want to live long in Rogueport, every time you enter a room, you have to mentally gauge 1. the quickest way to escape, 2. who you may need to disable and/or kill to escape, and 3. how easy that's all going to be.  Two giant yellow Pianta in suits stand guard at both sides of the Don's desk. A blue Pianta in a white suit, the Don's underboss Frankie, closes the door behind us.  

Piantas are not easy to injure, let alone kill; I know this from years of tangling with the Don's gang.  The little palm trees and skirts would make you think otherwise, but Piantas are naturally built like fucking dump trucks and hit just as hard.  Hamma's a Glitz Pit fighter, and I've seen what he can do with that hammer.  Goomfrey gets underestimated for his species, but his reputation precedes him; he has bitten off more fingers than your average Rogueportian.  Still, a fight against four Piantas, even with my question block bullets, would be brutal.  It's telling that you never see a Pianta with a weapon because nothing will kill you faster than simply their own fists.

"Your men attacked mine, Don.  And for what, carrying spears?  You and I both know that's bullshit."

"My men....have been on edge.  Your little Bandit friends have been scuttling around, picking too many pockets they shouldn't be.  Keep that shit on the East Side where it belongs, and we'll be fine."

As Don Pianta talks, he habitually cracks his knuckles.  Out of all the Piantas in the syndicate, Don Pianta is truly a mammoth; his muscles are barely contained by the suit he's wearing.  Honestly, if he wasn't my ultimate arch-nemesis in this town, shit, I'd fuck him.  I like my men beefy.

"Alright, Don.  I'll tell my boys to keep their weapons out of the plaza.  You and I both know no one benefits if we fight in the streets.  Bad business for both your establishments and mine.  Let's keep things quiet."

"Agreed," The Don extends a giant hand.  I shake it firmly.

I turn to leave with my muscle in tow.  As I open the door to leave, I hear a whisper.

"Get your slimy shell outta here, you fuck."

I pause.  I give Goomfrey the look, and he smirks.  Goomfrey's eyes quickly dart and I know he's already memorizing every little detail about the yellow Pianta who whispered the insult.  Without another word, I close the door behind me.

---

There's one more use for question block goo I forgot to mention.  It's perfect for weighing things down.  

I breathe in the salty seaport air; it's particularly sweet tonight.  The golden bullet dances between my fingers; I know it's a bad habit, but it's fun to fidget with.  It'll go to good use though.  I load it into my Fire Flower pistol with a few others and carefully attach the silencer.

"Now, listen, uh...what was his name again?"

"Paulie," says Goomfrey, standing to my side with a grin.

"That's right, Paulie.  I'm a pretty patient person, I think most people including your boss would agree, but I've got a real sore spot about the shell, ya know?  It's just, it reminds me of my dear old ma, and I love her to bits.  You understand, right?"

There is no response from Paulie due to his crushed windpipe courtesy of Hamma's hammer.  Quite frankly, I'm impressed he's still conscious from the pain.  He looks up at me from his crouching position eyes filled with hate, his hands and feet encased in reforged golden question blocks.  Piantas are heavy, so four blocks worth is safest.

"I did promise the dear Don that I'd keep things quiet, so let's cut to the chase." I point the gun at his forehead and before he can react, I fire three shots.  There's no need to prolong this shit; I'm not a sadist. Hamma and Goomfrey pick up the body and toss it off the port into the sea.

"For what it's worth, boss," says Hamma in a low, pleasant baritone.  "I like your shell.  Looks good on ya."

"Aww, thanks."

#mario #fanfiction #charity #paper mario #thousand year door

[momibonsai]

Mommy oink 🐽 & her li'l lizard 🦎 😂😂🤣 https://www.instagram.com/p/B7DdVxSh7iQ8OJGvFH_SLLgO3hjFkUi87c8LPA0/?igshid=17vef3cdk7snz

[greyzipupjacket]

Vaccines (I Blame the Cows)

MORE FUN STEVEN UNIVERSE BC WHAT ELSE WOULD I DO WITH MY LIFE

No pairings, just cute momma-garnet and lil baby Steven

Mentions vaccines so if you’re touchy about that. Light violence -- nothing gore-y, tbh not much worse than the actual show is.

Greg had explained the science behind vaccinations to the gems many times. He was almost always extremely patient when discussing human things with them. Especially when they pertained to the wellbeing of Steven.

Steven was five years old. And it was time for his 5 year old check up! Which just so happened to mean that he had to get a vaccine, a "shot." Just the word had made Garnet nervous. So she had insisted on taking Steven herself. Greg, trusting Garnet's future vision (and desperate for a nap) agreed.

So here Garnet was, holding Stevens tiny hand, and staring at the building. There were only a few outcomes of this trip. In most of them, Steven cried. Garnet couldn't stand that. Hopefully, her intimidating presence would be enough to prevent these "doctors" from hurting him.

Garnet checked them in and went to wait. She could do little but grin as Steven, the little cutie pie, completed farm puzzles and made sure Garnet knew exactly which animal said "quack" and which said "oink." Steven had just finished putting together a 10 piece puzzle of a barn, and was proudly showing Garnet, when they were called back.

"'Ere we go, cutie pie," Garnet smiled, picking Steven up and putting him on the weird paper-covered sofa. Steven wiggled, interested in the crinkle of the paper.

"Thanks Garneh!" The boy smiled brightly, and Garnet ruffled his hair. She sat down in the chair beside him and waiting for the nurse to send in the Doctor.

"There's a lotta waiting at dockers, huh?" Steven mused, kicking his feet.

"Yeah. But tha's okay. We can play one of your li'l' games or-"

"Can we play eye spy?" Steven asked excitedly. "There's so many pickters on the wall."

"Yeah, why no'," Garnet agreed and removed her visor for a moment. "Is i' cheating if I use all three eyes?"

"No, I don' think so," Steven replied, "but I'll go firs', okay?"

"Yeah, go on ahea', Steven," Garnet answered, and tried her best to forget how for every animal he could've chosen, there was a different future. Most of them ended with the boy in tears. "Found one yet?"

"Yeah," Steven grinned, "I spy, with my little eye, something spotted!"

Garnet looked at the mural of some great boat zoo. "Is it a giraffe?"

"Nope!"

"The cheetah, then?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Let's see..." Garnet smiled, "Can you gi' me another hint?"

"It's black and white spotted," Steven grinned, "I know you can do it, Garneh!"

"Awe," Garnet held back a smile. "Well, if you've faith in me li' that, then how can I no'? Le's see now..." She scanned the walls once more. "Is i' a cow?"

"Yeah!" Steven cheered, just as the door to the tiny office opened. "Oh, hi!" Steven smiled to the doctor.

"Hello there," she replied, smiling. She placed a clip board on the counter and offered her hand to Garnet. "You must be his mother."

"Yeah the best one. Innit tha' righ', Steven? You can't tell Pearl, though," Garnet teased, slipping her visor back down and grinning as the little boy laughed.

"Ha ha, yes," the doctor muttered awkwardly. "Well. I'm Doctor Maheswaran, and I'll be performing Steven's check up today. Are you ready for that Steven?" Steven nodded brightly and Garnet's mood darkened lightly at the thought of what today's visit held.

Doctor Maheswaran checked the boy's weight and height, showing Garnet how much he'd grown in the past year. Garnet agreed, but didn't pay much interest to the numbers: in the whole galaxy, only the States used inches, and she hadn't the time to learn how to convert from metric yet.

The doctor checked the child's reflexes while asking Garnet about his past medical history. Garnet remembered the few facts Greg had previously told her of, and she rattled them off dully.

"Well, Steven, it seems that you're growing up perfectly. You just hang on in here and as soon as the nurse gives you your shot, you can go on your way! You did very well!" Doctor Maheswaran praised and Garnet's heart melted at how Steven puffed up in pride. The poor boy hardly even reacted to her mention of the vaccine.

"Wha' do you say, Steven?" Garnet prompted all the same.

"Thank you Docker Mahisswarin."

"You're very welcome. The nurse is just down the hall. He'll be right with you."

It only took a moment for the nurse to replace Doctor Maheswaran in the tiny room. He had with him a cart with needles and vials on it, and started preparing the injection.

"Good afternoon, Steven! You ready for your chicken pox vaccine?"

"Yeah!" Steven replied smiling. It was then that Garnet realized that the child didn't even know what a shot was.

"That's the attitude I like to see!" The nurse smiled, and Garnet felt herself start to panic. He prepped Steven's arm skillfully, a Spider Dude bandaid already half on. "You ready, Steven?"

"Mm-hmm," Steven mumbled and glanced to the injection. "Whatcha gonna draw on me?" He asked, shattering Garnet's heart.

"Oh, I'm not drawing anything on you, kiddo. I'm just going to poke you with this so you won't get chicken pox in the future. It's nothing more than a pinch," the nurse promised. Garnet stood then, and put her hand on Steven's tiny shoulder.

"You sure?" She asked warily, but the nurse replied positively all the same.

"If it's justa pinch, I can take it!" Steven smiled up at Garnet. "Crystal gems can take anything, right, Garneh?"

"You betcha," Garnet replied as convincingly as she could. Steven smiled up at her, and in that moment, the nurse chose to inject the vaccine into Steven's tiny arm.

First, Garnet saw his shock.

Second, she saw his smile fade.

Third, she saw his tears.

Then, all she could see was red.

As Steven whimpered and rubbed his arm, Garnet punched the nurse squarely in the nose, knocking him back against the wall. It was a happy medium (that kept her from becoming unfused) between merely wiping Steven's tears and killing the so-called "medical professional." She calmed herself quickly and picked up her charge.

She made her way to the nearest pharmacy, holding the little boy protectively in her arms. As they walked in, she put a five dollar bill on the counter, and told the cashier over her shoulder "The bar code's 08152289."

She made her way back to the first aid aisle, set Steven on the ground, and ripped open a box of "Crying Breakfast Friends" bandaids.

"Dumb nurse dinnit even know what the best cartoon was," she murmured. Rather than replacing the Spider Dude bandaid with the Crying Egg one, which she saw would only cause him more pain, she placed the Breakfast Friends bandaid over top of the first one. "There." She handed Steven the torn box and picked him back up. "Tha's better."

Steven looked from his new bandaid, back up to Garnet. Quickly, tiny arms were wrapped around the fusion's neck in a hug. "Thank you, Garneh," the little boy smiled brightly. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know," she winked at him. "Almost as good as you."

Steven giggled at her, "you can't be better than the best!"

"Well, I can't," Garnet replied quietly. "But you already are." She hugged the little boy tightly and he returned it as strongly as his little arms could. "Now, c'mon," Garnet sighed, "le's ge' you home."

Greg received a call from Doctor Maheswaran's office later that evening. After apologizing profusely, he decided that it was just best to choose a new family doctor. And to never again tell Garnet if Steven had a check up.

When he came to pick his son up, though, he couldn't be mad. It took a lot of patience to let a five year old cover you in colorful bandaids, and apparently Garnet had that patience.

Just not with medical personnel.

(Later, when telling Amethyst and Pearl, Garnet would swear that if Steven had picked any other animal than that cow, they would've been in a time line where the nurse hadn't been knocked unconscious. That began a new habit of the fusion's: always blame the cows.)

#steven universe #garnet su #steven su #garnet is best mom #baby steven su #i think its cute #vaccines #protective gay punches to the face #doctors #nurses

[krystanadrew]

Game: Paper Mario

When Gold Li'l-Oinks leave the farm in the Japanese game, they drop Jelly Shrooms (restores 5 HP and 50 FP). In the U.S. version, Gold Li'l-Oinks drop Ultra Shrooms (restores 50 HP). This gives you a way to collect an unlimited amount of Ultra Shrooms, whereas you can only find five Ultra Shrooms total in the Japanese version.

#pc gaming #video games #gaming #gamer

[justiisms]

*plops a li'l four leaf clover on madara* lucky and powerful!

“!!!” *curious oinks!!*

#lucky boi!!! #Madara #Anony

[supersmashbros4]

New Stage: Toad Town.

 Name: Toad Town

Universe: Mario 

Game of origin: Paper Mario

Probability of inclusion: Moderate if Paper Mario is included, very low if not

Toad Town is the hub for Paper Mario, it even has a warp pipe to Mario and Luigi's house. You begin Paper Mario here, and then trek back to after fighting (and losing to) Bowser, as well as after completing every chapter in the game. 

For this stage, I picture the fights taking place in the area pictured in the first image, angled so you can see buildings from the area in the second image in the background. Specifically, you could see the Fortune Teller's house (Labeled F in the second image) peeking up from behind the dojo/item shop (labeled B). Also, the Post Office, Toad House, Garden, and Rowlf's Badge Shop would be visible in the background as well. And finally, Princess Peach's castle would occupy the farthest part of the background, and maybe even have Shooting Star Summit visible as well, but that seems like a lot of detail for just a simple background. This area is very flat, but one option would be to allow players to stand on top of structures like the item shop or the town gate. Also, as a hazard, I'd like to see the Li'l Oinks (a timid species of pig that hatches from eggs in the southern part of Toad Town) rampage through the town. In Paper Mario, the pigs are kept in a pen, and when Mario enters the pen, they all run away and leave an item behind. I'd like a herd of these piggies to plow across the battlefield and leave behind items in Smash Bros as well. 

  Look at them, they're adorable.

Musical selections for this level are as follows:

Normal Battle (Paper Mario)

Toad Town theme (Paper Mario)

Master Battle (Paper Mario)

Tubba Blubba's theme (Paper Mario) (It was a tough choice between boss themes, so know what else would be cool? A medley of all of the boss themes from Paper Mario. I wish I could provide a link to that.)

Crystal King's theme (Paper Mario) (Another boss theme that would stand alone well)

The Tower of the Sun (Paper Mario)

Shy Guy's Toy Box (Paper Mario)

Main theme (Super Mario 3D Land)

Also, the songs I posted from Super Mario RPG in the Ghost House post might actually work better here.

#New Stage #Super Smash Bros #Paper Mario #Toad Town #Li'l Oink #Nintendo #Super Smash Bros 4 #fumeshissb