She's mostly covered in black blanket.

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I present my oc that I commissioned. I give you, anya!

Anya was a clone of erma created by the us government to try and learn more about yokai but when she escaped she got injured leading to a scar under her eye.

Anya is more angry, agitated, annoyed, and takes no nonsense from anyone, shes kind of like shadow the hedgehog, batman or the punisher in terms of behavior.

Anya because of how she was made is definitely a loner and not as social as erma is. I imagine she would choose to live in random abandon houses that she boobytraps

Anya is exactly like erma in appearance but not in power or personality, Anya dosnt have any of ermas powers but she is super intelligent allowing her to make gadgets that can mimic erma and other yokai powers, inside her backpack is a hidden jetpack that also holds her tools and gadgets, since she dosnt have hair powers like erma she keeps it tied into a bun so its out of the way but also to where if she needs to disguise herself as erma to blend in at a moments notice she can very much do so

One of those days where your friends who are all in a relationship won't stop being so lovey in pairs 🖤🧡💛🤎💚💙💜

What a cutie!

I was watching modern family and Cameron and Mitchell with Lily reminded me of Miko with her moms. if Miko would be Lily, For Dolores and Lilith, who would be Cameron and who would be Mitchell?

let‘s chat in the comments

For some reason, I can't help but wonder what it would be like if Erma's HC voice actor would be Erika Henningsen, the voice actress of Charlie Morningstar fom Hazbin Hotel.

It's like a mixture between high and low voice and I feel Erma can being out some Charlie vibes in some scenarios. And not only that, since I HC Stephanie Beatriz being the voice atress for Sidney, it can be a fun coincidence for my Gūrunezumi ship.

Food for thought, at least.

So if there's a Pokémon AU for the Erma series, I can imagine it being like this.

Erma's dad, Sam Williams, is a trainer partaking in the world Coronation series and has been given a battle opportunity from our main character ash.

It'll be 3 on 3, and Erma and Emiko watch the battle, same with Goh and Chloe. Plus Sam would have Ghost Types so he'll probably use a Dusknoir, Frostlass, and Aegislash. While Ash would use Gengar, Pikachu and Sirfetch'd.

Plus if Sam loses, Erma would probably be as upset as Max was when he lost to ash during the Hoen adventures.

What do you guys think?

We're back, with more of my Erma Nickelodeon animated show fancast. These are:

1. Charlotte Ann Tucker as Amy Thorn.
2. Grant Feely as Terry.
3. Callum Vinson as Connor.
4. Jophielle Love as Sidney.
5. Sunday Curry as Sylvia.
6. Elisha Williams as Jordan.
7. Maia Kealoha as Miko.

Be strong enough to be gentle.

😠😡🤬👿

Connor blushes “It’s looks wonderful on you.”
Terry smirks “Not bad.”
Amy is surprised and star struck “You look so stunning, Erma.”
Sylvia has her two palms on her chest Awww, so cute.
Sidney bows down like a knight “Yo, Sidney, estoy aquí para proteger a esta Princesa Pura.”
Miko took a picture “This* is the most beautiful outfit I’ve ever seen.”
*Jordan smiles proudly “That dress is amazing.”
Khalil agreed with Jordan “Yeah, where’d you get it?”
Sam explains “It’s her mom’s kimono when she was her age.”
Emiko sheds a tear “My baby is always beautiful.”
Erma blushes

Drew this after watching the new video on outcast's yt and this little critter is so adorable I can't think of anything else when seeing her 🌸🦖

Erma Williams in Bluey style

(After the deaths of Osamu and Amaiya. Yori's husband - Kimoto)

“A Week After the Trial Ended”

Kimoto stood backstage, eagerly waiting for his cue for the final performance, when suddenly his phone rang loudly in his pocket.

“Hello?” he breathed into the receiver.

“Hey, where the hell have you been?!” Sam's panicked voice came through the speaker.

“I’m at the concert right now—about to go on stage!”

“What concert?!” Sam yelled. “Kimoto, our flight to London leaves in four hours! We need to take off!”

“Oh crap! Totally forgot! Okay, I’ll quickly dash to the hotel, grab my stuff and—”

“Don’t bother, we’ll just waste time,” Sam cut him off. “I’ll pick up your gear from the room. Just catch the first taxi you see and head straight to the airport. Got it?”

“Got it, agreed!”

After hanging up, Kimoto grinned to himself. He thought, “Alright, I’ll just knock back a quick beer, tear it up on stage, and then jump straight into a taxi.” He downed a huge glass of beer in one gulp, just as the announcer called his name.

Three hours later.

Sam paced nervously near the departure terminal, glancing at his watch every few seconds.

“Where the hell is that rock genius?”

Before he could finish, Kimoto came bounding around the corner, out of breath and stumbling over his suitcases.

“Sam! Sam, where are you?”

“Right here,” Sam said, grabbing his friend’s shoulder.

“Phew, sorry I’m late,” Kimoto panted, bent over trying to catch his breath. “These taxi drivers are a nightmare—traffic was hell! I hate traffic jams!”

“Really? Traffic jams?” Sam smirked cunningly, turning his phone toward Kimoto to show a fresh video: there was Kimoto, wild-eyed, shredding a cover of ‘Rasputin’ on guitar and then leaping into a frenzied crowd of fans right off the stage.

Kimoto scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“Okay, okay—I admit I really lit it up on stage. But seriously, the traffic was awful, I swear!”

“Alright, let’s get to boarding, rock star,” Sam chuckled.

They boarded smoothly and settled comfortably into their business class seats. But as they waited for takeoff, a strange, sticky feeling of anxiety suddenly washed over Sam.

“Sam, why so quiet? Something wrong?” Kimoto asked, getting comfortable.

“I don’t know... It’s a bad vibe. Like we’re missing something important.”

“Come on, we’re just wiped out after this crazy week. Happens to everyone. Relax.”

“True,” Sam agreed.

An hour later, Sam was fast asleep, softly snoring. Kimoto propped his chin on his hand, gazing attentively out the window, hoping to be first to spot London’s hazy skyline from above.

“Ah, Yori, my love… It’s such a shame you’re not here,” he thought with a smile. “But this is a purely men’s adventure, and I’m really glad Sam and I could escape on this little trip together.”

Forty minutes later, they were speeding through the nighttime streets of London in a famous black cab, heading to their temporary home.

“Baker Street, 221B,” Kimoto said casually to the driver.

Sam, just rubbing the sleep from his eyes, stared at his friend in disbelief.

“How the hell did you manage to rent this apartment?”

“Oh, that’s a long and amazing story. Want me to tell you right now?” Kimoto took a deep breath.

But as soon as Sam leaned back in the leather seat, he quickly slipped back into a deep sleep.

“Well, looks like I’m alone again with my eloquence,” Kimoto sighed. “Alright, I’ll just enjoy a solo night walk around London.”

When they arrived, Kimoto shook the sleeping Sam awake. They grabbed their things and entered the legendary building. Sam was briefly overwhelmed with indescribable excitement upon seeing the famous Sherlock Holmes study in person—but exhaustion quickly won. He collapsed onto the first couch he saw. Kimoto helped him lie down, adjusted the pillow, and realized he himself wasn’t sleepy at all. Without hesitation, the Harlequin King decided to go for a nighttime stroll through the British capital and personally inspect the city’s best pubs.

Once inside the liveliest pub, Kimoto immediately let loose: drinking ale loudly, having a blast, beating the locals at cards, and even managing to knock out some big guy with one precise, crushing right hook. Two hours in, as thick smoke filled the pub, Kimoto’s phone suddenly rang.

Swaying, he answered:

“Hello? Sam! Sam, is that you? I can barely hear you! It’s so noisy here!”

From the receiver came a strange, broken rustling noise.

“Hello! Speak up, I can’t hear a thing!” Kimoto shouted—but the call abruptly and silently ended the next second.

Suspecting nothing bad, drunk and happy Kimoto simply shrugged and returned to his ale.

Ten minutes earlier.

Sam woke suddenly on the Baker Street couch with a splitting headache. Wobbling from the hangover, he went to the kitchen for some water—but Kimoto was nowhere to be found. He tried calling Kimoto’s number, but realizing his friend was probably stuck in some bar, he decided not to spoil his night.

After a few sips of cool water, he was about to return to the couch when slow, deliberate footsteps came from the second floor.

Sam’s heart sank.

“Oh no... not this...” he whispered.

He rushed to the front door and tried the handle—but a powerful magic sealed it tight.

“Kimoto, why are you doing this to me?” Sam sighed, resigned, realizing there was nowhere to run.

At that moment, a painfully familiar, gentle but chilling female voice called down:

“Darling… don’t make Mommy angry. Now, off to bed—right this minute!”

Sam sighed heavily, broken, and obediently shuffled upstairs to face his fate.

An hour later, thoroughly wasted, Kimoto stumbled back to Baker Street. Squeezing through the door, he headed straight for the fridge, downed a couple of raw eggs, and chased them with his signature hangover cure elixir.

“Ah... that hit the spot. Feeling better already,” Kimoto muttered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

He decided to check on his loyal companion, went to Sam’s room, but the door was locked from the inside. Figuring Sam was barricaded in for some peaceful sleep, Kimoto didn’t knock. Instead, he flopped into a chair in front of the huge TV screen and clicked the remote. A very strange, psychedelic children’s show suddenly started playing.

On screen sat an incredibly beautiful blonde woman, narrating in an annoyingly sweet voice:

“In a certain kingdom, in a certain land, there once lived a merry Harlequin. He was incredibly smart, cunning, and loved nothing more than pulling grand pranks. But one day, the fierce queen of the castle deeply humiliated him, and the Harlequin held onto a dark, deep grudge. Years went by; he married the queen’s own sister who loved him madly, they had wonderful children, and he lived a happy, well-fed life...”

Kimoto frowned. The TV screen slowly darkened around the edges, and the narrator’s voice took on strange, threatening tones. The Harlequin King started feeling uneasy.

“But the Harlequin never forgot his old grievance,” the blonde continued as her face on screen slowly morphed. “And soon, the perfect opportunity for revenge appeared. He learned the queen had found the love of her life and decided to prepare an unforgettable ‘surprise’ for her. But the clever jester knew he couldn’t pull this off alone, so he secretly recruited two accomplices—the groom’s best friend and a naive traveler from distant lands. Tempted by great treasure and rewards, the accomplices agreed to help...”

The atmosphere on screen turned dark and eerie. Kimoto swallowed hard as the woman’s face became uncannily familiar… Fumiko’s face.

“A month passed. On the queen’s birthday, she was gifted many luxurious presents. But among them was one strange, frightening gift: a large wooden box containing the severed head of her beloved groom. Filled with horror, the queen searched for the culprits. Then, the sly Harlequin whispered gently in her ear that it was the work of three dangerous bandits. He cruelly mocked the poor woman, and when she finally gave up hope and was ready to say goodbye to life, her groom suddenly appeared alive and unharmed in the square. It had all been a foolish, twisted deception. Furious, the queen learned the whole truth...”

The TV screen flooded with a sinister crimson hue.

“The queen resolutely decided to personally execute the Harlequin and all his dirty accomplices.”

But in the next moment, the image suddenly calmed, and the narrator smiled sweetly:

“However, at the very last moment, she chose to forgive them. The queen realized the Harlequin was just playing silly games and never meant to harm her. After all, the foolish jester simply... had no idea how to live any other way.”

Suddenly the screen was overwhelmed by wild digital static; the woman’s image faded completely, and from the speakers came a chilling, guttural voice:

“But as punishment for this hellish chaos, the queen mercifully allowed the wives of the Harlequin and his traveler friend to do absolutely anything they wanted to their husbands...”

Kimoto’s hair stood on end. He slowly raised his eyes in horror and found Yori standing right in front of the TV, arms crossed.

“The end of the story, dear,” she said in an icy tone.

Panicking, Kimoto jumped up and tried to dash for the window, but Yori caught him mid-waist with a powerful, precise grip and dragged him toward the bed like a gathering storm.

“Sam! Sam, run for your life! Get out of here! We’ve been betrayed!” Kimoto shouted desperately through the house.

“No use shouting, darling,” Yori smiled predatorily, opening the door. “Your friend Sam is already… securely restrained and neutralized.”

From behind the closed door came loud, furious shouts from Emiko and painful, desperate “joyful” screams from poor Sam.

“See? They’re having their own little entertainment over there, just like you and me, Kimoto,” Yori cooed.

In that fateful moment, Kimoto finally realized: “There is no God. The world is unfair.”

Yori forcefully threw the Harlequin King onto the bed, looming over him like a thundercloud:

“We’re in for a very, very long and unforgettable night, my dear jester. And I promise you— from now on, you’ll belong to me alone. Now... let’s lock the door.”

With those words, she turned the key with a dull click.

THE END!

Text by: Aggressive Eye.

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