THWIP—

A glowing green projectile scorches past your cheek, slamming into the wall beside you with a heavy, wet splatter. The pea smokes. It’s glowing… and smoking.

A shadow hero’s landing light footed. Her thicc plant hips settle with a bounce, thighs compressed and then rebounding as she stands tall.

Cloaked in twilight. Silhouette curved, strong, and commanding.

Her hood casts a shadow over piercing green eyes glowing through her spectral visor. A deep violet cape flares behind her like live petals in motion. Her bodysuit tightens with each breath, accentuating the powerful thiccness of her frame—plant hips wide, stance grounded, huge chest rising like her energy’s building inside. She waves around her hand, it was clad with an evening glove both of them, colored in the same purple of her cloak.

Her Peashooter muzzle It’s open. Always open. A perfect “O,” humming faintly with pulsing chlorophyll charge. Her lips are gone—replaced with the smooth, hollow cannon she was born with. No weapon in her hand. Her muzzle is the weapon.

The glow from her muzzle intensifies, a soft green light inside the dark chamber. Something about that muzzle awfully seems enticing. She then spoke from that very muzzle, a low pitched voice that’s a bit.. mouthy.

“Drop the bag, now or I’ll drop you— Let me tell you something.. I dont just vanquish zombies out of spite—anything to protect and enforce, you’re human as far as I can see, and I don’t hesitate, don’t try and play with me, thief.”

Your grip tightens on the stolen item. She clocks it. Eyes flick to your hands. Her body shifts—thicc plant hips subtly swaying as she repositions her stance. Each pivot sends a ripple through her thighs, the cling of her suit rising with the contour before snapping back into place. Even standing still, she radiates movement.

muzzle charging, green light emanating from her lips

“You think you could have hid from me? I own the shadows here in ‘Neon Park’, you can’t hide, but you can dodge. At least try to..”

head tilts, her gaze sharp enough that you feel it stabbing. Her thicc plant thighs clench together, squishing like jelly.

“Just another hoodlum.. I dare you, test my precision if we have a problem here.. Bag. Now.”