Swolen black tounge

Fucking tgirls
DL M 150 6'0 7" bbc with girth 24 years old long story I usually use this page to jerk so I might aswell help out 100% real life
I fucked my first tranny at 18 I used to jerk off to a lot of porn from a young age and even got to shemale porn. I lost my virginity to a girl but I was just very horny at that age one day downloaded Grindr scrolled for a while but got distracted went and got high at a friends house and took a few shots aswell hanging out with buddies. I went to the bathroom opened my phone opened Grindr and saw a pretty Latina tgirl and I messaged her. Not a long convo she gave me an address and I left my friends telling them I'm done for the night. I pick up the tranny and she has a tight skirt on smooth thighs and nice ass I was already getting hard leaving her apartment. I park up in the next apartment and we hop in the back seat I already have a completely hard dick cause to me I basically had Jane Marie in the back of my car with me. She is playing with my dick sucking it getting her lipstick everywhere but she keeps answering her phone I think it was her boyfriend calling her. I see her ass and decided to fuck but between the condom and it being my first time I keep getting soft and she is too tight for my soft dick. I stop focusing on her asshole and just feel her body her soft ass and her nice hair with blonde streaks. I get hard and inside and her moans got me so hard I fuck the shit outta her she moans load as hell.(she keeps stopping to text this man in all caps and in Spanish ). After wards I take her to McDonald's and I wasn't even shy at the window cause she looked like a girl so much She gave me her number but I lost it never went back at that time I didn't know how much of a gem she was lol
My second time was off of Grindr again this time a older tranny she was also Latina but heavier then me big ass and tits and she was older 40+ hopefully not 60 lol. I fucked her the first time for free but after I got her number she kept making me pay but I liked her so used to never mind. One time she didn't answer her number and I was so horny I knocked on her door she opened it and said No! I pointed at my pocket I got money and she was mad but let me in. I followed her into the kitchen she was cooking and I put 60$ on her table and started grabbing her ass pulling out my dick and kissing her neck like usual. She said no fuck. I kept kissing her neck and then her mouth she kept saying no fuck I was very hard and she felt it on her ass . I start sucking her big tits doing anything to get her horny and she pushes my head down to her ass I never ate ass before. I had no choice started kissing it and got my tounge in there eventually got really into it and started jerking until I came on her kitchen floor she played in my cum with her feet and then rubbed it all over my clothes I licked her feet she was so experienced she knew exactly what she was doing I stood up kissed her so hard and really just hugged her I still miss that one
Over the years I used some escort websites to find some but I never paid over 100$ I make sure when I'm talking on the phone I flirt with them calling them baby so they get interested and in person I give them a little cash and start the process quick and most of them fold cause I'm in pretty good shape or they wanna smoke some weed with me if I offer them. I've done it probably like 5 times.
Last story I was in Chicago for work not my home state . I found a black tranny online and went to her hotel. I was very high smoked right before I went to her so I was on edge very paranoid of any funny business and Chicago is a rough city.I found her in the lobby and I was surprised she kinda looked like a girl. We get to her room and I give her 40$ and try to grab her ass make her horny she denies me and tells me 200$. No way was I paying that so I just keep flirting trying to make her horny and she is hard to beat keeps touching my pockets. She had a school girl skirt on while sitting on the wall of the bed she lifts her skirt up. I see a floppy 7 inch black cock with shaved pubeses and a belly ring on a flat stomach. I slowly dive across the bed and for the first time suck a dick she knew exactly what she was doing after only 30 seconds she pushed me off and says she wants her money. I hop off the bed and my dick somehow was already out. I start jerking watching her and when she sees my big dick she starts stroking herself. Seeing her finally get horny I automatically cum. I zip up and leave cause I didn't trust this bitch and I heard something in the bathroom of the room I forgot to check. I literally came so hard across the room though she was like omg .

I have had this idea for a while now, but if it has been discussed here please let me know.
The game calculate everyblock interaction with each other, be it temperature, gas exchange, piping etc.. So the more of them we have, the more the game has to calculate. So to improve the performance, could we reduce these calculations while not making the final outcome different? Yes, kinda.
Introducing the "black box factories". Let me explain its features. Imagine a rocket command block but can be built anywhere underground. It has no building restrictions and you can choose the in and out for piping. Yes, this essentially create more blocks in a hidden area of the game. But once the player happy with the design, we can simulate the black box 10 cycles (or more) to get the average inputs and outputs (heat included) per tick. Then we seal off access to the factory and the game now treat the whole blackbox as one entity/machine on the map with io ports. The inaccessible box internal now has all calculations turned off, essentially saving performance. Of course player can reopen the factory of modifications and repeat the simulation/seal. For example we can turn a SPOM or crude oil refinery using lava into factories. Saving huge amounts of calculations per tick
I don't want to go too deep in implementation because I hope to deliver the concept of instead recalculating the same math, lets use the results we had.
I believe the idea I just described will massively make the game performant. But I also know this might be impossible due to the way the game was coded. Hopefully we can achieve this by our talented modders and devs.
Thanks for coming to my Ted talk. Sorry english not my mother tounge.

So... I just had my first TC seizure yesterday in the middle of the night... I have been having partial/focal seizures for going on 6 years, but had been clear for the last 3 years apart from the last week or so. I think in retrospect them starting back up was a warning sign..
I scared the crap out of my husband... he woke up to it, and recons it went on for 5-10 minutes, he called an ambulance... afterwards I apparently got up and went to the toilet (he had to pull my pyjama bottoms off) then I walked downstairs, went to the downstairs bathroom too, then sat on the sofa??? The first thing I remember is being sat on the sofa with him on the phone to the ambulance...
I bit down on my tounge, very hard in the fit. He said there was blood pouring from my mouth...
Next day now, feeling a bit better in myself, but my tounge is so incredibly sore and swolen from when I had bitten down on it so hard.. anyone have any fixes?

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"Arran of many stags, the sea strikes at her shoulders, companies of men can feed there, blue spears are reddend amongst her boulders. Merry hinds are on her hills, juicy berries are there for food, refreshing water in her streams, nuts in plenty in the wood."
-Agalllamh na senorach-
"Don't say goodbye, wish me luck and a swift return."
Sorcha's words echoed in Robert's head as he watched the transports race the local star into the sky. Robert was the last to leave the cargo bay, wanting to remain in her presence for as long as possible. It was childish now that he thought of it, but it had earned him a long, deep kiss and a promise she would come back to him soon.
The port where they had been dropped off was located on a cliff overlooking the sea, and the golden light of dawn was echoed on the incoming waves. Beyond the tarmac, grass and bushes grew unhindered and thin trees towered over the terminal. Robert led the 449th toward the building which was built to resemble something out of a story book. A faux thatch roof hung over white walls resembling rough hewn stone while a clocktower with a black slate roof rose from behind. It was a beautiful example of deceptive architecture to give a weary traveler a sense of tranquility. The main concourse radiated the same fairy tale charm with shops lining the interior between cobblestone walkways and a grassy area with long wooden benches under manicured alder trees.
To the casual observer it was a welcome distraction from the busy day to day worries of modern life, to the former convicts who were used to concrete, reinforced walls and armed guards it was heaven on earth. Robert's troops ignored the benches to lay in the soft grass, a luxury unaffordable to the soldier and the convict alike, drawing looks of curiosity from travelers as well as shop workers and Robert had to fight the urge to join his men in this simple pleasure. Finding a seat on a bench, he sufficed himself by running his left hand through the soft blades where the unit colors had been planted.
"How long have you all been fighting?" A stranger asked.
"Feels like forever." Robert replied feeling a pang of guilt at not telling the whole truth.
"Just passing through?" The stranger inquired.
"Here to stay, at least for a while I hope." Robert said.
The strangers face brightened and his eyes reflected the smile that he wore.
"Fáilte Abhaile Óglaigh," He said before continuing to his gate.
Gallóglaigh was the only word Robert knew in Gaelic, and it became apparent that he would have to learn quickly as other people took notice of the rag-tag unit relaxing in the grass. Gallóglaigh meant young soldier he surmised, so óglaigh probably meant soldier, but 'saighdiúir' as well as 'laoch' was also directed at him and his men. Laoch sounded bad, but the people who said it smiled and shook hands with him. 'Saighdear' sounded like 'saighdiúir' and he had no idea what 'ghaisgich' meant, but every face told them how happy they were to meet them. 'Tha gaol agan ort' and 'Is Breà liom tú' found their way to his troops, mostly from women and a number of them tried to pronounce the words themselves which caused more confusion and a few impromptu lessons on pronouncing the words followed by a kiss on the cheek or forehead.
Robert was seriously considering reigning in his troops when he heard a more familiar language from a weathered older man with an amused smile.
"May I assume you're Colonel Grant of the 449th?"
"Yes sir." Robert replied.
"Perfect, I'm your escort, Brian McMurray," he said, "whenever you're ready please follow me."
Robert was able to contain the enthusiasm of his rowdy batch of heathens before they could caused any trouble, to the further amusement of their escort, and they wove their way through the port with the expert guidance of Brian McMurray who led them to several busses waiting just outside the passenger entrance. Troops were filed onto four of the vehicles and Robert was guided to an open deck with his officers while the lower deck of the front vehicle would carry the remaining troops. Brian sat in the front and swiveled his seat around to address them.
"I do apologizefor not having an air transport to meet you, but the MacSweeney family was able to charter these coaches at the last minute." Brian said as the coaches began to move.
"MacSweeney?" Hobbs said under his breath.
"Shut up Cyrano." Robert ordered.
"It's alright Colonel," Brian said, "Yes Captain, Laird Collin MacSweeney, Governor of Arran. Have you heard about him before?"
Hobbs eyes grew wide and he shook his head to indicate he hadn't. Robert turned a shade of red, Jacob and Derrick had the common sense to hold their tounges. Thomas on the other hand...
"Collin MacSweeney, son of Aaron MacSweeney, current lord of the MacSweeney family. Descending from Suibhne O'Niall, chieftain of Argyll. Aaron MacSweeney, settled Arran with the last Gaelic speaking people from Ireland and Scotland in order to preserve their heritage."
"Thank you,Captain Reed." Robert said, half relieved Hobbs had been bailed out, and half curious how Thomas knew so damn much.
"Rather impressive summary I must say," Brian replied, "anywho, the languages you were having trouble with and the history of this world will be made available to your troops, please do study it to prevent any unfortunate misunderstandings. We should be arriving in Brodick Castle shortly."
"If I may," Robert asked, "What is the history and population of Arran?"
"Certainly," Brian replied, "Arran Colony was started with the last 1000 Irish and Scots Gaelic people on Earth. With a bit of hard work and luck we settled the planet as an agriculture world, primarily ranching but expanding into other crops and fishing as well as natural textiles and some light mining and mineral refinement. Today Arran has a population of just over four million."
4 million, from the look of the small port town which hugged the harbor you wouldn't know it.
"And the port city?" Robert inquired.
"Brodick." Brian explained. "The harbor on this island is almost an exact match of Brodick on Earth, so the island was named Brodick as well as the city we just passed through and the MacSweeney family have called it home ever since."
"Brod..."
Robert shot Hobbs a murderous glance before he could finish and the rest of the trip was conducted in silence.
The chartered coaches pulled onto a gravel driveway in front of an amazing castle, built stone by stone into an exact replica of the one on Earth. Troops were ordered to disembark and form ranks below a massive tower that loomed regally over them. An equally impressive man exited to greet the arrived troops, wearing a fine wool suit and a red and black kilt shot through with yellow covered slightly by a leather sporran with polished silver trim. Robert waited for Hobbs to call it a skirt, and was thankful that he remained silent.
"Fáilte Abhaile." Laird MacSweeney said in a neutral tone.
"Apologies sir," Robert replied nervously, "but the men don't speak much Gaelic yet."
"No worries," Laird MacSweeney said, "but 500 does not a regiment make."
"No sir." Robert replied. "We are what's left from Diani unfortunately."
Laird MacSweeney nodded quietly. "We shall have to remedy that. Carry on."
Robert rendered a salute "On the orders of the Terran Military, The 449th Infantry Regiment has been reassigned to Arran SIR!"
Laird MacSweeney returned the salute and began to speak.
"I know who you are and where you came from. I expect all of you to act like civilized people, not the convicts you were previously. Think carefully how you conduct yourselves here on Arran. Housing accommodations for the command staff will be here at the castle, company commanders and enlisted will be housed temporarily in a hotel in the city. This is your second chance gentlemen, you will not recieve leniency from me or my people."
Laird MacSweeney paused momentarily to let the warning sink in.
"With that being said, you are owed three months of pay, which has already been taken care of, and I believe a week furlough is in order to acclimatize you to Arran. Be responsible and respectful, but please enjoy yourselves. Colonel Grant."
Robert nodded and rendered salute again before turning and shouting "DISMISSED!"
The unit cheered at their freedom, but returned the the coaches in a somewhat orderly fashion. Robert tensed slightly at the thought of what they might do if not under watch, and the hand placed lightly on his shoulder made him flinch inside.
"Calm yourself Colonel," Laird MacSweeney said in a gentle tone, "You have a lot of work ahead of you yo get your unit properly organized, but you've done an excellent job considering."
"Thank you sir." Robert replied. "If I might ask, what does Fáilte Abhaile mean?"
Laird MacSweeney chuckled as Robert turned to face him.
"We shall have to remedy that as well." Laird MacSweeney replied.
"Fáilte Abhaile means Welcome home."

A simple ritual to bolster your infernal resonance and open your 3rd eye more.
You will need blood, a pen, paper, 3 black candles in a triangle formation
Write your name down in the middle ov the candles and light them state "oh abyss, shroud me in the blackest ov waters: have my breath laden with the coals so that my tounge rakes those who damage the darkness. Fuel my life with purpose and grandure so that I always triumph over my enemies. Bring the open pit and make the maw ever bigger because I (speak your name) open all infernal currents unto myself!" Then place 3 drops ov blood on your name and burn it in a fire safe container
"So mote it be"

Light burns thy pupils Of the watchful eyes gouging and ripping Gazes through the cosmos Soaring with power Alone in the vast blackness Red fire choking the bone marrow Left out for the dogs and the wicked Snatching minds in and out of realms Wearing out the limits of perception Posion ivy hugging the pillars Of its true form Wordless mouths reach for the water Only for thy tounge to be chopped off And turned to charcoal For glory of the marching men Filling the great belly of the world oven 'Till the earth itself falls into the weary waters it holds Beginning and ending the process of life Thoroughly scrubing the skin of bone Naked flesh upon the throne Resting dead and forgotten Forever breathing Forever singing
Everlasting fear creeping into the minds Of every men and child Bearing the weight of a machine gun Naked and scarce of thought Weak and disheveled jaws Hanging open like great chasms Waiting for food Hungry eyes and empty guts Burnt rat meat on sticks Smudged in mud and blood of the innocent Child
The light burns thy pupils As love hurts thy lover Charred fingers stain the white cloth Hands hacked and sawed off For thy fingers only dwell in the coals and the rocks

Light burns thy pupils Of the watchful eyes gouging and ripping Gazes through the cosmos Soaring with power Alone in the vast blackness Red fire choking the bone marrow Left out for the dogs and the wicked Snatching minds in and out of realms Wearing out the limits of perception Posion ivy hugging the pillars Of its true form Wordless mouths reach for the water Only for thy tounge to be chopped off And turned to charcoal For glory of the marching men Filling the great belly of the world oven 'Till the earth itself falls into the weary waters it holds Beginning and ending the process of life Thoroughly scrubing the skin of bone Naked flesh upon the throne Resting dead and forgotten Forever breathing Forever singing
Everlasting fear creeping into the minds Of every men and child Bearing the weight of a machine gun Naked and scarce of thought Weak and disheveled jaws Hanging open like great chasms Waiting for food Hungry eyes and empty guts Burnt rat meat on sticks Smudged in mud and blood of the innocent Child
The light burns thy pupils As love hurts thy lover Charred fingers stain the white cloth Hands hacked and sawed off For thy fingers only dwell in the coals and the rocks

this is from my post in TipOfMyTounge
was hoping you guys had some knowledge around this game i had as a kid
[TOMT] Handheld game
i had this shitty handheld game as a kid. it was purple and black, and it was a ripoff of the GameCube controller, but in the middle was a shitty lcd with premade poses for your character and the opponent. no backlight, it was a really simple fighting game. you could only like punch, kick high and kick low. and if I'm not mistaken it also had a compartment where you got a gumball when you bought it. it might have been like a happy meal toy but i remember i loved that game and I'd love to relive that time. i also think that there were no joysticks, only buttons.

Samantha unbuckled Philips pants and went straight for his dick, She wanted him hard and ready for tonight. The lights were off and the window curtains gently opened, A cool winter breeze with the full moon glistening in, shinning a silhouette of Samantha deep throating her lover beside the bedroom wall. Phillip had never seen Samantha so horny tonight. He didn't think anything of it, He was pleased to come home to such a sight. Samantha twisted and pulled his cock anti-clockwise to satisfy her meek man. Phillip moaned, pushing her head further and further, Samantha glugged and exhaled deeply into him. pressing her nose on his stubbled groin. She looked back up into his eyes, He huffed and puffed ready to explode. Samantha retracted and pushed her lover onto the bed. Edging her unsuspecting prey.
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Samantha, Licked her lips and flicked her hair back, She whispered for him to wait and winked back. She moved over to the draw to fetch her toys of punishments. Phillip could help but admire her beautiful girlfriend, Her eyes green as a forest, her hair black as her personality. Her voluptuous body.. the very thought that hes all hers and shes all his is beyond his meager comprehension.
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She returned with leather cuffs to bound him. Phillip eyes lit up. His balls pounding at the very thought of cumming into his lover throws his body into a quiver. She slowly moves forward and sits on his chest. She extendeds her body to gently caress her breast on the side of his face. Phillip smells the sweet scent of her perfume, Roses and white musk. She gently kisses his neck as she ties her lovers hands on the bed head and proceeds to do the same for the other hand. She slithers down his body knocking his erect penis with the bottom of her lip, She adds the ankle cuffs to restain him further.
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Samantha walks to the wardobe, to pick a tie, she asks her lover what colour he'd prefer, he chuckled and suggested red. Samantha's favourite choice. Red to match the artwork she will create tonight. She then sits ontop of his lap, kisses her partner gently on the lips and procedes to tie her lovers eyes closed with the tie. He quivers to her slightest touch. She sits back ontop of his erect cock, She closes her eyes and looks up to the ceiling, feeling her lovers cock drive into her. She pounds harder and harder on it. Phillip loves it, he moans with excitement. She grabs onto his thighs and stabs her nails into his flesh. She pictures in her mind enjoying her loves meat falling off the bone as she screams. She moves her body closer to his, chest to chest, she hold his back in a lovers embrase as she whispers "give it to me, give it to me." The thrusting becomes quicker, and quicker. she feels his very quiver as hes about to come and removes herself from his embrase.
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The sounds of panting deafens the silence. She kisses him passionatly and turns her body around and sits on his face. Shes has always admired Phillips passion in the bedroom, but non more than his tounge. She gently places her two buns inbetween his nose and be begins to lick. Her toes curl instantly to the reaction. Her face bright red as her clitorus is stroked. she can feel his every taste bud clawing and coating her pussy. Her spine tingles as she purs like a kitten. She pushes deeper into is face. She can feel him gaping for air. She loved to always asphixiate him when he goes down. the very though of it being his last breath turn her on. But she had bigger plans tonight. Samantha screams out as her lover presses on. gaping for air at every chance he continues on. Wanting to please her is all he ever asked for. Samantha gabs onto his cock and strokes it. Phillip twitches and licks faster, Both of them faster and faster. She sucks his dick as they on. Samantha screams as she cums, pooling all over Phillips face. Shes frenzied and bites his cock. Hard. Phillip screams in pain a lifts her off with one giant thrust. Samantha is lifted up and falls beside him. Phillip is not pleased with what had happened, he yells her to get him out of the cuffs. She doesnt want this to end this way. She sobbed and apologised and went to get something to clean him up.
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She returns back with a towel and sharp knife. Phillip still bound is completely unaware, she goes back to him and finds that his fick is bleeding, She loves blood. it was only right to suck it clean. She pleaded to continue as he didnt cum. Moments went past as she gently stroked it while talking back and forth. she chuckled when Phillips toy came back to life. Blood still gently trickling on the side of the bitemark she proceded anyway. She proceeded down and began to suck, tasting the sweet metalic liquid coming from his cock. Samantha cupped his calls and twisted his cock into her mouth faster and faster. He quivers again this time slowly, taking deep breaths. Faster and faster. The pace of her hands increased. Phillip let out a moan, followed by lower fleeting moans, little did he know it would be his final. Samanthas mouth coated with her lovers sperm and blood tasted it, savoured it knowing that the warm liquid was the last time she could come to taste him alive.
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Phillip was releaved, happy to feel loved, despite their earlie quarrel wanted to gage her close into his arms and asked that he be released from his cuffs. Samantha shed a tear, one she wish Phillip could see. She swallowed his cum and pulled out the knife. She placed her hand on her lovers arm to release him. She was thinking whether her temptation would get the better of her. In the end it won.
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She Slit Phillips Wrist as the blood squirted out. Phillip in imesurable pain, confused and squirming. She only has a minute before its all over, She Cuts the other wrist as the blood ran though both sides of the bed. She Watched as he wriggled in pain and fear. She grabbed her phone and placed it face up on the table to not capture a picture, but to record her lovers final moments. He screamed to be released, swore he would kill her. Samantha knew he would understand. But her love for him and as he twitches in pain was all but a fleeting moment for her to savour. She played with his dick while he slowly fades feeling his hard, warm dick slowly deflate and grow cold.
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Phillip lies dead in a pool of his own blood, Samantha gently kissing her sweet prince as she removes the tie wrapped around his head. His eyes were wide open, sad and cold. she closed them for him as she kissed his forehead. she brings up the knife and opens his mouth to see his tounge. she removes his tounge and places it on the towel. Blood oozing from his mouth as what remained pooled up in his palate. She looks down at his dick. Shame it wasnt still hard. She cuts off his shrivled dick and places it together with the tounge. She planned to roast him whole but Phillip wouldve been to heavy to carry down the stairs. She slices his arms and legs and removing them from the cuffs. All that remained was his torso and head.
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Proudly she strolled into the kitchen with foot prints of blood coating the hallway. She butchers the cuts of her lover. Knowing that one day he will be inside her and apart of her very body. She puts the arm and leg meat into the freezer for a later time but leave his penis in the fridge for a snack later. Shes worked up an appetite, she works on cooking her lovers tounge and penis tonight, the rest will be slow cooked for tomorrows supper. Samantha starts up the pan cooking coating the toungue with a small drizzle of salt. She wanted to taste him and not the seasoning. She places his tounge on the sizzling pan with olive oil and cooks it on high heat to create a crust. His tounge came out perfect. She plated it up with a side of creame friache and caviar on the side. She cuts the tounge down the middle to see a beaufitully medium rare meat. She takes a bite. She imagined his tounge on her pussy and the flavour of her lover exploaded in her mouth. She cried, not of sadness, not of regret but of beauty. She would always be a part of him as he will always be a part of her.
For K.

Eyebrawl: Eyebrawl is a 7-foot humanoid synapsid with greyish dark blue skin and light grey palms and feet, a muscular frame with a skinny abdomen and wide hips, 2 long skinny but muscular arms with 4 fingers, long thick legs with 3 toes and wide feet, a tall round head with a small mouth that has flat white teeth, and 13 bright red eyes hovering around his head with dark grey pupils. His primary ability is his numerous eyes that are telepathically connected to him and can fly through the air to survey his surroundings or look for trapped civilians and the eyes are covered in a thick protective layer of hardened moisture that makes them durable enough to bash into objects/ opponents with the force to break rocks without hindering his vision. The hardened layer of moisture around his eyes also doubles as a shock absorber, which he can store kinetic energy inside to create a small impact explosion that can send things flying, making his attacks even more powerful. He is very strong and agile by himself being able to dodge attacks with grace and deliver devastating kicks and punches to his opponents in combat that can fracture bones and his skeleton is merged with his musculature which makes him extra flexible and maneuverable. Although his eyes are strong, they aren't unstoppable and can be trapped with adhesives or pinned down to stop them from moving, which makes Eyebrawl significantly more vulnerable and susceptible to damage, the further his eyes are away from him, the more in danger he leaves himself to and his hearing is slightly below that of a human, so he's even easier to sneak up on. His chest contains his brain, and striking it will severely disorientate him for a little while and even knock him out if the blow is strong enough and his eyes are vulnerable to sharp objects like knives or swords. He wears a skintight black and white uniform with baggy pants and exposed arms, head, and some of his chest with the Omnitrix symbol resting on his right pectoral. He speaks with a gargled, low-pitched voice.
Gut Punch: Gut Punch is a 5-foot technorganic humanoid with a large black rectangular boxy body, 2 skinny white robotic legs with no feet, 2 skinny arms with 6 dull white fingers, a large hole on his abdomen with orange ooze seeping out of it, casings on his hands, shoulders and elbows that contain more of his ooze, a square white backpack, and a short head with a long pointed nose and 2 large red eyes. He can expel his gooey amorphous stomach out of the hole on his abdomen and shapeshift it with little more than a thought alone to create a variety of shapes that he can use for various purposes like tentacles to lift heavy objects or restrain foes, bludgeoning orbs to knock away or break obstacles, or sharp daggers to pierce through flesh just to name a few and his stomach does have a surprisingly high amount of weight to it despite being semi-solid so it can push back large enemies and support objects without splattering everywhere making it a highly reliable tool in both battle and everyday life. He's able to alter the PH level of his stomach to increase its acidity to dangerous levels so he can melt through more durable materials and absorb them into his stomach for sustenance or simply pleasure and if he needs to catch up to something, he can use his stomach tentacles like legs to quickly reach his destination. On his own, he has remarkably unimpressive capabilities as he has below human strength, hollow bones that can easily be broken, and very slow walking speed with just as medicore stamina so if his stomach was ever disabled he has practically no offensive nor defensive capabilities to defend himself and his mechanical parts are very vulnerable to electricity which causes him severe damage to his organs and knocks his unconscious. His stomach is extremely vulnerable to bacteria and disease, so if he were to get sick, it would become stiff and utterly useless, and his robotic parts are vulnerable to viruses and hacking. The Omnitrix symbol is located on the front of his neck collar, and he speaks with a posh staticy voice.
Rorshock: Rorshock is an 8-foot cephalopod with smooth slippery white skin, 2 large inky black splotches on his face that shift and morph around to express emotion or thoughts, 6 long tentacles with long snake like mouths at the end that have red tounges, a large black cloak like structure of cartilage that covers his body, 2 long legs with 2 sharp toes, no mouth, and a wide hat shaped growth on his head resembling a mushroom cap. He has a minor degree of psychic powers and highly sensitive feelers on his tentacles, which together let him feel the mana on anything he touches and identify anyone who touched it within in the past 24 hours, letting him know their appearance, name, and most importantly, location, as he can use the residual mana left behind to track their presence and have knowledge on their position no matter where they are making him a perfect choice in crime scenes and detective work. The ink on his face has psychedelic properties, and when used in tandem with his psychic powers, let's him read the mind of anyone looking at him and communicate with them telepathically, he also can shift the ink on his face to show images that will trigger certain emotional response in the target by identifying what makes them tick and what elicits a reaction out of them. He has excellent agility and can effortlessly dodge attacks with graceful precision, and his slimy skin makes him very slippery and flexible so he can slip out of tight spaces or personal confinments making him great in stealth scenarios and sneaking around. Because his body is more streamlined and adapted for stealth, he is mostly non-combative and has only human level and durability, which forces him to rely on dodging rather than fighting in physical combat and also makes him easy to subdue once someone manages to get a hold of him. He is unable to speak and has to rely on his telepathy to communicate, which only allows him to speak to one person at a time cause his telepathic abilities aren't that strong and he has to be making direct eye contact to communicate and he is a very poor swimmer and will drown and die if he's submerged in a large body of water. The Omnitrix symbol rests on the top of his hat, and when telepathically communicating, he sounds ominous and quiet like a ghost.

Trying to find some new ones to rock I usually wear straights with the tounge out. I do like the look of bootcut over my all black nike monarchs. I feel like it’s gotta be something chunky.

On the Hunt (Six Rocks, Chapter 39)
Teclem looked down on the Blue Green Planet thinking back to the time she had gotten lost and ended up here. There had been a few good times and one rather embarrassing time since then, she didn't know what she would do if she ran into that truck driver again, but it had become her home away from home at this point. She placed the vessel on auto-pilot with the destination set and kicked back in her seat while searching for something to watch. It was earlier than she would usually arrive and the new episode of Doctor Who probably hadn't aired yet.
"Denver 3 News at 4:30." The reporter began.
Well, at least it wasn't that corny commercial with the glasses wearing pig.
"Our top stories for today, violent protests at Universities across the nation. From Columbia to Cal Poly..."
Teclem rolled her three eyes in annoyance as the reporter continued. She could think of quite a few things more violent that a bunch of angry students. Maybe they had a point, but but camping in a school common was the opposite of doing something about the problem. It might not be her place to judge how humans conducted themselves and things were different between Humans and her. How long had it been since she had left her classroom in basic quantum physics to take up arms in the Sanbergé rebellion?
"In other news, mysterious disappearances in the Denver Metro area and around Colorado. Hundreds of at-risk people have gone missing. With the council of worlds on Earth, many are accusing one species in particular of abducting the homeless."
"Not good." Teclem said to herself as a picture of the current Rebb ambassador filled the screen.
"Denver 3 has repeatedly reached out to the Rebb diplomatic mission, and the silence from ambassador Eamane seems all too telling." The reporter finished.
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"We told them the truth, we don't know anything." Eamane complained.
"The reporter on channel three said you haven't replied to their questions at all!" Teclem shot back.
Michael breathed a loud sigh. He had been waiting for Teclem to join the conversation, but she immediately launched into a tirade the minute her eyes fell on Eamane. As diplomacy went among other species, he hoped this wouldn't devolve any further.
"Ladies." Michael began to say.
"How many humans have you shipped off to work on your farms?" Teclem demanded.
"You're one to talk!" Eamane Returned. "How many Zelitos are still mining Ge-tra five?"
Micheal slammed his fist on the table, causing it to fall sideways onto the black and white checkerboard floor.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Michael roared. "Jesus Christ on a cracker, and you say we're the uncivilized ones!"
Teclem shot a glare at Michael but held her tounge while Eamane's mouth-parts moved but produced no sounds.
"I went to their embassy personally." Michael said, trying to calm down. "Right now there are two shuttles and the beginnings of a foundation. They couldn't have done it. Besides, when gave the Rebb ever stooped so low as to resort to kidnapping?"
Teclem was at a loss for words.
"I asked you to come for your more approachable characteristics Teclem. Should I look for someone more amenable? Kel perhaps?" Michael asked.
"Vaz Rekk." Teclem replied feeling a little ashamed.
"Waz what?" Sylvia asked Frank in a whisper.
"Similar to the human word sorry," Fir-an-que explained, "it doesn't translate well to any language."
Michael took a deep breath before continuing. "I have the address of one of the recent missing. She has a dog, a Dauchshund specifically. The poor thing is probably locked in the apartment still, so you're free to give us a hand making sure it's still okay or we can do it ourselves. You in?"
"What's a dachshund?" Teclem asked.
Sylvia picked up a picture of the pooch and handed it to Teclem.
"We also call them wiener dogs." Sylvia said offhandedly.
Michael smiled as Tevlem went from enraged to cuteness overload in mere moments.
"I know you have a soft spot for..." Michael began.
"I WANT ONE!" Telcem interrupted loudly.
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"Scraps?" Teclem asked scratching the dogs belly.
"Yeah, like how my dog is named Ajax." Michael explained. "They're smart enough to know what they're name is and even preform simple tasks."
"Like what?" Teclem inquired.
"Not smart enough to feed themselves or not deficate on the carpet." Fir-an-que said.
"Does she look like she is big enough to figure out a doorknob Frank?" Michael asked rhetorically before he opened the living room closet in the small studio apartment and retrieved a leash. "I can demonstrate one trick though. Los Colonias park is just down the street and I believe it's time for a walk anyway."
"What trick?" Teclem asked following Michael out the door.
"Dogs are bred to preform specific functions." Michael began while heading for the park. "Ajax is bred to heard cattle but also has a keen enough understanding of my own mannerisms to tell when I'm having a nightmare or a flashback. When it happens Ajax will nuzzle me to get my attention."
"Makes sense." Teclem said.
"Other dogs are bred to hunt. Bloodhounds are most associated with tracking prey, but beagles and German Shepherds are also very good at sniffingthings out. They're even employed by soldiers to detect bombs and explosive residue." Michael continued.
"So what's a daushen... dauch..." Teclem struggled with the name.
"Dauchshund." Michael corrected walking towards a building in the park. "Dauchshund are also bred to hunt, specifically badgers, rabbits and other burrowing animals."
"Scraps is a hunting dog?" Teclem asked, not believing it for a moment.
"Scraps is a pet, but Dauchshund are bred to hunt which means any moment now..."
Scraps let out aloud bark and started running as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, the desire to go in the chosen direction limited only by the leash.
"... she will tell us where Sarah was last." Michael finished.
Michael jogged with Scraps to the edge of the Colorado River where Scraps sniffed the ground a little and let out a sorrowful whine. Michael looked around at the place where Scraps had led him, looking for any indication that Sarah or someone else had left.
"Don't stand there too long, they'll get you."
Michael looked at the young man who had spoken, obviously not unfamiliar with living on the streets, and pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.
"Who will get me?" He asked.
The man eyed the bill before replying. "Them invisable ones who come out the river."
Michael handed the bill to the man and watched him run off as Teclem walked up.
"What did he give you in return?" She asked.
"Information." Michael replied.
"What species have personal cloaking devices?"

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Teclem looked down on the Blue Green Planet thinking back to the time she had gotten lost and ended up here. There had been a few good times and one rather embarrassing time since then, she didn't know what she would do if she ran into that truck driver again, but it had become her home away from home at this point. She placed the vessel on auto-pilot with the destination set and kicked back in her seat while searching for something to watch. It was earlier than she would usually arrive and the new episode of Doctor Who probably hadn't aired yet.
"Denver 3 News at 4:30." The reporter began.
Well, at least it wasn't that corny commercial with the glasses wearing pig.
"Our top stories for today, violent protests at Universities across the nation. From Columbia to Cal Poly..."
Teclem rolled her three eyes in annoyance as the reporter continued. She could think of quite a few things more violent that a bunch of angry students. Maybe they had a point, but but camping in a school common was the opposite of doing something about the problem. It might not be her place to judge how humans conducted themselves and things were different between Humans and her. How long had it been since she had left her classroom in basic quantum physics to take up arms in the Sanbergé rebellion?
"In other news, mysterious disappearances in the Denver Metro area and around Colorado. Hundreds of at-risk people have gone missing. With the council of worlds on Earth, many are accusing one species in particular of abducting the homeless."
"Not good." Teclem said to herself as a picture of the current Rebb ambassador filled the screen.
"Denver 3 has repeatedly reached out to the Rebb diplomatic mission, and the silence from ambassador Eamane seems all too telling." The reporter finished.
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"We told them the truth, we don't know anything." Eamane complained.
"The reporter on channel three said you haven't replied to their questions at all!" Teclem shot back.
Michael breathed a loud sigh. He had been waiting for Teclem to join the conversation, but she immediately launched into a tirade the minute her eyes fell on Eamane. As diplomacy went among other species, he hoped this wouldn't devolve any further.
"Ladies." Michael began to say.
"How many humans have you shipped off to work on your farms?" Teclem demanded.
"You're one to talk!" Eamane Returned. "How many Zelitos are still mining Ge-tra five?"
Micheal slammed his fist on the table, causing it to fall sideways onto the black and white checkerboard floor.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Michael roared. "Jesus Christ on a cracker, and you say we're the uncivilized ones!"
Teclem shot a glare at Michael but held her tounge while Eamane's mouth-parts moved but produced no sounds.
"I went to their embassy personally." Michael said, trying to calm down. "Right now there are two shuttles and the beginnings of a foundation. They couldn't have done it. Besides, when gave the Rebb ever stooped so low as to resort to kidnapping?"
Teclem was at a loss for words.
"I asked you to come for your more approachable characteristics Teclem. Should I look for someone more amenable? Kel perhaps?" Michael asked.
"Vaz Rekk." Teclem replied feeling a little ashamed.
"Waz what?" Sylvia asked Frank in a whisper.
"Similar to the human word sorry," Fir-an-que explained, "it doesn't translate well to any language."
Michael took a deep breath before continuing. "I have the address of one of the recent missing. She has a dog, a Dachshund specifically. The poor thing is probably locked in the apartment still, so you're free to give us a hand making sure it's still okay or we can do it ourselves. You in?"
"What's a dachshund?" Teclem asked.
Sylvia picked up a picture of the pooch and handed it to Teclem.
"We also call them wiener dogs." Sylvia said offhandedly.
Michael smiled as Teclem went from enraged to cuteness overload in mere moments.
"I know you have a soft spot for..." Michael began.
"I WANT ONE!" Teclem interrupted loudly.
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"Scraps?" Teclem asked scratching the dogs belly.
"Yeah, like how my dog is named Ajax." Michael explained. "They're smart enough to know what they're name is and even perform simple tasks."
"Like what?" Teclem inquired.
"Not smart enough to feed themselves or not defecate on the carpet." Fir-an-que said.
"Does she look like she is big enough to figure out a doorknob Frank?" Michael asked rhetorically before he opened the living room closet in the small studio apartment and retrieved a leash. "I can demonstrate one trick though. Los Colonias park is just down the street and I believe it's time for a walk anyway."
"What trick?" Teclem asked following Michael out the door.
"Dogs are bred to perform specific functions." Michael began while heading for the park. "Ajax is bred to heard cattle but also has a keen enough understanding of my own mannerisms to tell when I'm having a nightmare or a flashback. When it happens Ajax will nuzzle me to get my attention."
"Makes sense." Teclem said.
"Other dogs are bred to hunt. Bloodhounds are most associated with tracking prey, but beagles and German Shepherds are also very good at sniffing things out. They're even employed by soldiers to detect bombs and explosive residue." Michael continued.
"So what's a daushen... dauch..." Teclem struggled with the name.
"Dachshund." Michael corrected walking towards a building in the park. "Dachshund are also bred to hunt, specifically badgers, rabbits and other burrowing animals."
"Scraps is a hunting dog?" Teclem asked, not believing it for a moment.
"Scraps is a pet, but Dachshund are bred to hunt which means any moment now..."
Scraps let out aloud bark and started running as fast as her tiny legs could carry her, the desire to go in the chosen direction limited only by the leash.
"... she will tell us where Sarah was last." Michael finished.
Michael jogged with Scraps to the edge of the Colorado River where Scraps sniffed the ground a little and let out a sorrowful whine. Michael looked around at the place where Scraps had led him, looking for any indication that Sarah or someone else had left.
"Don't stand there too long, they'll get you."
Michael looked at the young man who had spoken, obviously not unfamiliar with living on the streets, and pulled a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.
"Who will get me?" He asked.
The man eyed the bill before replying. "Them invisible ones who come out the river."
Michael handed the bill to the man and watched him run off as Teclem walked up.
"What did he give you in return?" She asked.
"Information." Michael replied.
"What species have personal cloaking devices?"

I have been a long time fan of Marvel comics and one of my favourite heroes in the Franchise is the Black Panther but I'm also kinda torn with the characters nation of Wakanda. Like I am grateful towards the Marvel creators of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby for creating the African Nation and I know the purpose of Wakanda is to serve as a 'what if' a African country was never colonised by the European powers and is rich in minerals. As a young black comic book fan it was awesome to see this in fiction as I felt represented but as the older i've got I started to develop some grips with Wakanda.
Firstly Wakanda didn't stop the brutal, barbaric rape of Africa by the European powers they ideally sat back and watch Africa get destroyed by them. Now I know this is done by the writers to preserve the countries integrity and in universe the Wakandans believe that if their resources were to be used by outsiders it could lead to corruption. But that simply isn't the case tho Wakanda could have simply come to the oppressed African nations defense and fend off the oppressor's, they could have introduced the Vibrainium while its monitored by them. Hell they could have beat back the Europeans and just left the Africans to it. I know there will be some people who will say "Thats the whole point of the Black Panther movie" I know people but I think its fair to still critique the fictional nation.
Second of all its mainly Wakandan people themselves and to me they can be quite arrogant and condescending at times and the decisions they make . For instance in the Black Panther film when Killmonger finally reaches the nation and challenges T'Challa for the throne the elders outright laughed at him. To me it just screamed utter arrogance, but my favourite bit is where he humbled them all when he spoke in the native tounge and revealed who he was and later won the mantle of king and black panther. A part of me recognised that Killmonger needed to be stopped as he was evil but a part of me felt like Wakanda deserved all the shit Killmonger gave them as he was abandoned by them. As for the decisions by the people lets start of with Ramonda, I really disliked how she refused to share the knowledge and resources with the nations of the world due to her fear of corruption with the knowledge.
Its honestly a disservice to her deceased sons legacy who wanted to share the knowledge and resources in order to advance the world, in my opinion its bad to withhold great technology and knowledge from others out of fear instead of using it to help others. Backtracking Killmongers past I really hate how T'Chaka decided to ditch the kid simply because he killed the father when he didn't need to and out of fear that the royal line was in endangered.
Personally these are my sentiments on Wakanda.

first i want to say I'm not angry about it, and honestly don't care for anyone to bash them or me I just want to hear some opinions
So today I received official notice I am not to return to the church I have been attending for about a year, and had officially joined a month ago. It was a small African Methodist Episcopal, and I am a white man. I take my 6 year old son every other week(I have split custody). I had been very involed in trying to get members more active. A few times over the last year I have spoken to the pastor that his framing of certain things were crossing the line of racism. Many times I just bit my tounge because I felt it wasn't my place to speak and their emotions on certain things were more important than mine. When I had spoken to him in the past it really seemed like the racist take I had didn't matter.
So fast forward to this Sunday, I had been begging my mother to come to church with me for months and she finally did this week. Well there was a special event and so a group of young people were at the church. The service is opened with the dedication of essentially "Jesus, the black Messiah.......for black power.......against white evangelicalism" immediately my mother looked at me mortified. Mind you other than one other white member were the only white people in the church. It immediately felt like we werent welcome. Then when the sermon happens its all about reparations, which i totally believe is needed, but its filled with misconstrued facts about the homestead act and timber acts, making it seem as if all "white" people had gotten these things(in actuality it was 7% and was the friends and family of the politicians...go figure) but the whole thing was jews got X, Asians got y, whites got everything we deserve it too. I felt sick. The whole sermon was essentially white vs black and very angry. I went down to the basement and prayed before coming back up. Then the moment that I couldn't bite my tounge any longer. While making a point about how we were better under segregation, he said "and if you good white folk would get out the way, maybe you could get in line too and there will be some left over for you too" it was an echo of all the same things said against blacks in the 1900s. My mother leans over and says "this is not the place to be bringing your son". My heart was broken, here I was sonhappy to finally have my mother join us and this is what happens.
So at the end of the sermon I stand up and say "pastor I need to say something" he tells me well you can talk to me after, I say "no I really need to say something" he starts mov9ng toward me telling me no. I raise my voice so I can be heard and I refute the facts he presented and I specifically say, how he's blaming all white people for what 7% did. I say how he's pinning white vs black when it should be those in power vs the powerless. At this point I am just speaking loudly so I can be heard, then he says "see when you go against white folk they just get angery" then I do 100% loose my temper, I got angry and spoke angerly. I say oh so now im justbwhite folk? This isnthe church i chose to join! I say race shouldn't have anything to do with it, I specifically quote "we wrestle not with flesh and blood but with governors and powers that be" and that splitting the body of christ down is wrong and inciting hate. He says "well that's your experience and opinion and I pick up a Bible and i say no it's what this book says. So he ends up...ushering... me out of the building. Today I was told I am not allowed to return.
So yeah. I know I was 100% wrong for losing my cool and speaking with anger. But I do stand by what I said, and I would stand up and do it again although I would absolutely keep my tone more controlled if I could relive it.
Edit: Just after leaving my son asked me very directly, "Daddy why do the black people and white people hate each other?"
My son, an innocent boy who before Sunday had never in his life used the words white or black to describe someone suddenly went from seeing just other people as people to seeing the race of people. That shift was because of words given from the pupit.
My son then asked me "why do the black people hate me? We never did anything to them."
They put that in his mind. I had to sit there and explain to him that they don't and our pastor was wrong. His own pastor made him feel hated. So this isn't me projecting and hearing things with my own prejudice, this is how an innocent child received the words spoken.
Regardless of what was meant this is the message that was received by a child.

This innate cursed technique strongly resembles the Zen’in clans ten shadow technique in its form and path to power. The user starts with the first of the deadly poisons and must defeat the others in a subjugation ritual in order to tame them.
If any of these shikigami are destroyed, the power, cursed energy, and abilities of the destroyed shikgami will be pasted on to one of the other shikigami at random.
The first of the deadly poisons is a jelly fish like shikigami with two extendable tentacles. The jelly fish glows a bright blue color with yellow stripes flowing down its body. It is highly resistant to most types of damage and can be used to shield the user from attacks. The jelly fish can also incase the user in itself, acting like an armor. The two spikes at the end of each of its two tendrils secrete a highly potent and deadly toxin that can kill an elephant in about 20 minutes. This shikigami’s rubber like flesh can also secretes a harmful substance that can cause intense inflammation and pain onto anyone who touches it.
The second deadly poison comes in the form of twin centipedes. These centipedes are a reddish brown with two extremely sharp mandibles on their heads. These two shikigami are extremely skilled diggers and can move underground at insane speeds. This makes them great at sneaking up on targets and paralyzing them with their highly effective neurotoxin which they expel through their mouths.
The third deadly poison is a frog the size of a large dog who can spit acidic acid at the user’s opponents. This frogs skin is a mix of various bright colors, its toung can also stretch in order to grab opponents or to burn them with its acidic saliva. This frogs skin is also very slippery, making it hard to pin down or land clean hits on since attacks are likely to slip off. This frog can jump dozens of feat in the air in order to crush its enemies under its weight or to attack them from above.
The fourth deadly poison is a snake with red and black scales that measures in at 10 feet long. This snake is the only shikigami of the 9 deadly poisons that does not actually attack with toxins or venom. This red snake has the ability to secrete nitroglycerin from its mouth and ignited it with its teeth. This results in powerful explosions and infernos of flame. Of course for this snake to survive these attacks, it is also very resistant to heat and blunt force.
The fifth deadly poison comes in the form of an octopus the size of a small car. This octopus’ yellow skin adorned with blue rings. The octopus can extend its eight tentacles in order to catch its opponents with its powerful suction cups, each of which have a small needle that can deliver a deadly dose of poison in under 3 seconds. This octopus isn’t very durable or fast though, so it is best used in ambushes or sneak attacks.
The sixth deadly poison is a large swarm of spiders, each equipped with venomous fangs. This swarm is able to replace destroyed spiders as long as one of them still remains. While the spiders venom isn’t very effective on its own, it can add up quickly when the target is being swarmed with hundreds to thousands at a time. This swarm is best used for clearing groups of weak opponents or for distracting more powerful enemies.
The seventh deadly poison is a simple sea urchin. This sea urchin weighs about 3 tons but has very few physical capabilities, not even being able to move. This urchins venom is perhaps the most potent of all the shikigami contained in this technique, bar the final summon. It’s poison attacks both your nerves and your internal organs. First, the opponent is paralyzed, then they’re quickly and painfully killed by a deadly poison that completely destroys all of their internal organs. This shikigami is best used as a trap, for dropping on your opponent, or for blocking escape roots.
The eighth shikigami takes the form of a scorpion type creature with a massive stinger and an incredibly durable shell. This scorpions stinger is lightning fast and can inject its target with a weak venom in a blink of an eye. This shikigami is perhaps the hardest to put down for good out of all 9 of this techniques shikigami. The more toxin inside of its target, the more durable and resilient the scorpion becomes. This effect lasts until the shikigami is destroyed or released, meaning the scorpion can stack this boost for multiple fights.
The ninth and final deadly poison is a black mist that takes a humanoid shape. This shikigami can grow and shrink its size depending on the users wishes, it is also the smartest of the shikigami, having the intelligence of a human. This mist is extremely poisonous and acidic, if anything touch’s this shikigami, it is disintegrated down to a molecular level. This applies to humans, animals, cursed spirits, buildings, weapons, shikigami, etc. As a general rule, anything that this mist touches will be destroyed as long as the mist wishes that thing harm. This shikigami can be harmed by cursed energy but can replace any missing pieces with more mist. The only way to defeat this shikigami is by completely destroying its body or by draining its large reserves of cursed energy. Due to its human like intellect, the user of this technique can convince the mist into becoming their shikigami during the taming ritual.
Maximum Technique: Gu Poison
The user enters one of their shikigami into a ritual with one of the other tamed shikigami. This ritual will force the two shikigami to fight to the death and refine each other’s poison against the others. Once the ritual has begun, the user cannot interfere or stop the ritual in any way. Once the rituals is over and one of the shikigami has been defeated, the power of the destroyed shikigami will go to the victor and will result in a shikigami greater than the sum of its parts. This technique reduces the quantity of the shikigami and versatility of the technique, in return for better quality of shikigami.
Domain Expansion: Deadly Mist of The Final Alchemist
This domain takes the form of a large, desolate waste land. Black grass covers the ground and dead trees and leaves liter the landscape. There is not a single living plant or animal as far as the eye can see.
This domains sure hit effect turns the opponents blood into a potent toxin which paralyzes them before slowly designating their body. This domain is also filled with a white mist that can condense and transform into a copy of any of the shikigami the user currently has subjected. If the user has tamed the ninth deadly poison, this mist turns black and gains the ability of the final poison.
Any suggestions for improvement, name ideas for the shikigami, or constructive criticism is welcome.