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evaofkonoha · 1 year ago

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I got one! Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

hehe yay! I got a bite! thank you Magma ;) As for a scene that was cut, unfortunately when I kill my darlings, I really kill them, so they are gone forever :(

However~ I do have quite a few WIPs I have written that may never see the light of day, so I am happy to share a bit from one of those!

This is from a thing I wrote back in April maybe? It's called "Boy of the Year," it's SNS, specifically power bottom Sasuke dynamic and helplessly pining Naruto. Honestly, it's mostly just smut XD I needed inspiration, so I sprinted this whole thing out pretty quick if I remember. correctly. For some reason it's set in Fort Worth? Yeah... idk either. Maybe I will still post it one day? Until then, here is a very long and not totally smutty but a little tease from this WIP!

(warning this is hardly proofread or anything, it's in pretty raw form) --------------

Sasuke is… intense, as Naruto has discovered.

The door wrenches open, Sasuke already nude, signature smirk on his stunning features. Sasuke’s bold attitude towards his body, and sex, has taken some adjustment on Naruto’s part. Sasuke is so incredibly confident that answering the door naked is probably without a second thought.

Of course, Naruto can’t help but ogle his incredible body, so lithe, all lean muscle and flawless pale skin, everything about him is elegant. That’s the only word in Naruto’s limited vocabulary that seems to sum up all of the parts of Sasuke Uchiha. Even in the throes of passion Sasuke is exquisite.

Meeting those dark brown eyes again, glittering, Sasuke appears very aware that Naruto is blatantly checking him out, like he always does when they meet up. Naruto can’t stop the blush that blooms across his cheeks even if he wanted to.

“You’re slow,” Sasuke says, tone light, as he leans against the door frame, making no effort to hide his body. It is taking all of Naruto’s self control to not look down at Sasuke’s cock, which is semi-hard and gorgeous and right there.

“It’s busy, it’s Saturday, and I have to cross through most of downtown to get here,” Naruto explains, trying to force himself to stop bouncing in place, afraid it makes him look eager. Which is hilarious because he is eager.

“I’m feeling restless,”

“I figured,” Naruto says, suppressing a sigh. Naruto functions as Sasuke’s pick-me-up, the same way his black coffee does.

A soft hand reaches up to caress Naruto’s cheek, leaving Naruto shivering slightly at the touch.

“I’m glad you came over, [character name] isn’t in town right now, and I’ve had a really long day,” Sasuke croons, his melodic voice drawing Naruto in.

Closing his eyes in a combination of frustration and pleasure, Naruto pleads, “Please don’t talk about [name] while I’m here.”

Sasuke chuckles softly, “That’s right, you don’t like me mentioning my other friends,” his hand moves lower, caressing Naruto’s neck, grabbing onto the collar of his shirt before roughly pulling him closer, “You’re so jealous…” Sasuke’s voice is playful, breath tickling his ear, leaving Naruto quivering in the apartment’s hallway.

“C’mon,” Sasuke pulls him in roughly, letting the door slam shut behind them before throwing Naruto up against it with a solid thud. Those sinful lips descend on him, kissing his breath away. It’s immediately sloppy and wet, Sasuke’s tongue plunging into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. The taste of tobacco and peppermint tea is exquisite, so uniquely Sasuke.

That tempting, naked body moves in flush with Naruto’s, his fingers playing with the neckline of Naruto’s shirt. On instinct, Naruto’s hands move to Sasuke’s waist, gripping slightly, earning a barely-there moan.

Teeth bite and pull at Naruto’s lower lip, a little spark of pain turns to pleasure drawing a guttural groan from Naruto as heat and adrenaline flood Naruto’s body, pooling in his lower abdomen. Prior to Sasuke, Naruto never liked anything painful, never found it arousing. It’s different now. Everything with Sasuke is different.

#naruto #WIP #snippet #ask #ask game #thank you magma ilysm #lol at the [insert character name] bit #it's unedited plz don't judge #sns

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sunlightwoo · 4 years ago

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tag games ✰

here’s just a long post of me continuing on tag games that i’ve been tagged in but haven’t had the time to answer hehe

however if you see this, you’re tagged by me if you haven’t done it already :) and thank you @hyunjaethereal, @timextoxhajima , @sankyeom , @viastro , @bbangsoonie, @wavesmp3 and @shionwrites for tagging me ily guys <3

✰ element writer tag ✍️

what element writer are you?

magma writer

Molten rock that still has to surface. You're the perfect mix of fire and earth, and your story shows it, having the best of both worlds. You're the writer that holds fire on their fingertips and kisses their lovers goodbye in the most painful way. You're able to build long stories that burn on the inside. You break the human soul, touching with infinite grace the right cords. You are an artist of the elaborate pain and heavy angst only a constructed and long story can give. If i could see in your eyes, i would be looking at your soul dancing on an unstable floor, flames all around it, to protect it and to forge it. Your love burns hot and infinite inside of you, and sometimes, when it slips out, you're afraid that it could burn too much. But the right people will know how to love you, and every bright tongue of fire your soul is made of. Your stories are the ones that make the world change.

damn no need to hurt me like that

✰ what is your unorthodox love language?

for this one i took it with my friends and it was sharing foods with your loved ones!!

and this really hit home <//3

✰ playlist tag

rules: we’re snooping on your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

flag by tbz

sit down by nct 127

after school by weeekly

come back home by 2ne1

good to me by svt

from by ateez

secret story of the swan by iz*one

she’s in the rain by the rose

shoot by itzy

asap by stayc

✰ writer positivity tag 🪴

rules: bold the things that apply to you

I am a talented writer | I have a way with words | I can plan my stories really well | I can improvise my stories really well | I am great at writing realistic dialogue | I can really paint a picture with my words | My writing is very atmospheric | I am great at descriptions | I am great at action | I am great at touching people with my stories | the backstories of my characters are all diverse and I feel like I truly know them | I am great at making a realistic and complex personalities | I really enjoy the character dynamics and relationships in my wips | my main characters aren't always the same | I am great at coming up with gripping beginnings | I am great at coming up with gripping endings | I am great at coming up with titles | I am in love with my characters and would die for them if they were real | I love how I write animals and mystic creatures | I am great at world-building | I have intriguing and gripping plots | I write amazing character-driven stories | I am great at capturing and keeping the audience's attention | I am persistent even when I want to give up | I'm very organized with my writing notes | I am constantly learning from every story I encounter | I devour books

✰ this or that intimate moments (bold what applys)

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

✰ aesthetic tag

➼ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 13/20 (had a hunch)

➼ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 7/20

|➼ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐘 4/20

➼ 𝟕𝟎’𝐒 5/20

➼ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 4/20

✰ zodiac this or that (i’ll do my big three)

Pisces sun: Aquamarine or Amethyst. Sea Green or Ocean Blue. Tulips or Carnations. Turmeric or Willow Herb. Surfing or Water Skiing. Ocean or River. Poetry or Painting. Dolphins or Whales. Pineapple or Watermelon. Telekinesis or Reality Warping/Illusion powers. Zinfandel or Spiked punches/lemonades. Starfish or Seashells. Healing Crystals or Dreamcatchers. Psychic powers or Water bending/manipulation. Coneflower or Iris. Lighthouse or Watermill. Baby’s breath or Waterlily. Taurus or Capricorn.

Taurus moon: Green or Pink. Malachite or Emerald. Roses or Violets. Thyme or Brasil. Vanilla or Chocolate. Candles or Bath bombs. Painting or Jewelry making. Seduction powers or Enchanted jewerly, treasure, or gemstones. Foxglove or Larkspur. Chocker or Medallion necklaces. Apples or Grapes. Singing or Humming. Elephants or Turtles. Gardening or Shopping. Having a homebody day or Taking a walk in nature. Pinot Noir or Bourbon. Precognition or Manipulating life force. Violin or Lute. Cancer or Pisces.

Virgo rising: Navy Blue or Olive Green. Peridot or Sardonyx. Peony or Sweet Pea. Hops or Rosemary. Chess or Checkers. Carrot Cake or Fig Bar/Cakes/Cookies. Knitting or Crocheting. Grammar Checking/Quality Assurance or Critiquing a piece of work. Golf or Tennis. Buttercups or Morning Glory. Herbs magic or Earth and plant bending. Mice or Bees. Cabernet Frank or Micro-brews. Enchanted Garden or Magic that can perfect skills. Bunnies or Deer. Cancer or Scorpio.

#tag games

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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Quiet Strength

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Ochako Uraraka

Greetings, all~! Here is my next entry for the @bnhabookclub’s Bingo Event, for the prompt “First Aid”! Kacchako stans, come get y’all food! \^u^/

Thundering howls of laughter rumbled from Katsuki’s throat as his gauntleted fist crashed through the solid boulder, sending pebbles and baseball-sized rocks sailing in every direction. Steam billowed from the magma seeping from the ultra-hot stone he had essentially liquified with the power of his explosion; the wispy white smoke kissed his sweaty, flushed face and tickled his tousled blonde locks before disappearing into the air. He yanked his fist from the crumbled rock, flexing his fingers experimentally, and hissed at the stinging pain that bloomed across his palm.

What had been the flame-retardant leather devised by the Support Course was now nothing more than a few tattered scraps barely clinging together. Dammit. Now I’ll have to submit for an upgrade. Who knows how long that crap’ll take? He scowled and shook his hand in the air. The bright pink skin wailed at the contact with the rushing wind, sending tendrils of fiery pain jolting up his arm and even into the junction of his shoulder. Katsuki ignored the sharp tingle, stepping over the destroyed piles of rocks to pick his way back down the slope to the floor of the gym.

“Wow, Bakugo!” Eijirou’s ruby eyes glittered in admiration. “You made short work of those boulders! Even in Unbreakable Mode, it took me a few hits!”

“Of course I did, dumbass,” Katsuki snorted and snatched his water bottle from the floor. He winced; in his lack of thought, he had grabbed the plastic container with his dominant hand- the burned one. The condensation littering the cold surface seeped into the singed flesh, making the raw meat there scream in agony. Katsuki only clenched his teeth and sucked down the water, then tossed the now-empty bottle into the garbage can in the corner.

“All right. You all have been at it for two hours,” Mr. Aizawa frowned while glancing at the screen of his smartphone. The gym echoed with exhausted gasps and reeked with the stench of exertion. “You’re done for the day.” Katsuki flexed his hand again, scowling as the pain rocketed through his nerves once more.

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“Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed as the water cascaded down onto his wounded palm. He hadn’t anticipated the burn would be so severe. The skin over his fingers and palm bubbled up in several blisters, already filled with fluid though it hadn’t been thirty minutes. The water, though only lukewarm, felt like lava streaming over the injured skin. Katsuki fumbled to wash his body and hair with his non-dominant hand, keeping the burning flesh well away from the shower’s thundering stream. He didn’t even use it to towel himself dry.

“God damn son of a bitch,” he grumbled under his breath as he clumsily fumbled into his sweatpants and a tee-shirt. Why couldn’t it have been his other hand? “Fuckfuckfuck!” he cried as he lost his balance and began hopping around on one foot, his leg half-caught in the thick fabric of the sweats. An angry roar burst from his throat as he slipped in a small puddle of water and fell hard right on his rump. His tailbone wailed protest, spasming the muscles in his lower back, and he unleashed every curse in the dictionary and then some as he writhed on the damp bathroom floor. The skin of his palm pulsed with its own heartbeat, sending fireworks of pain up his arm with every drum. “Fuck me.”

Somehow, he managed to get his clothes on, finally. However, now on top of the burn, his lower back was aching something terrible. He limped into the common room, ignoring the content chattering of his classmates on the sofas to instead hobble into the kitchen. He winced at the stretch as he reached up to begin rifling through cabinets for painkillers and burn cream. He was too invested in his search to see Ochako meander into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of milk.

“Oh, Katsuki!”

“Jesus Christ-! Fuck, shit, fuck, damn it, ahh!” he cursed as he jumped and slammed his burned palm on the underside of the counter. Holding his wrist, he leaned over the granite and wheezed out an exaggerated whine. “What?!” he snarled as the girl scampered over to him.

“Your hand! How did you get such a terrible burn?!” Katsuki ignored the question. Ochako’s brown eyebrows knitted together as she inspected the bubbly flesh of his palm and the clear, sticky liquid oozing from the blister that had just burst. Katsuki clicked his tongue at her simpering piteous expression.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that. I’m fine,” he huffed. He glanced into the cabinet and found that he had been groping around the Silvadene cream the entire time. With a snort, he plucked it from the cabinet and struggled to open it one-handed.

“L-let me!” Ochako insisted and snatched the short, squat bottle of medicine from him. Katsuki turned around to rest his back against the counter, watching with critical red eyes as she quickly removed the lid.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Uraraka.”

“No, you didn’t, but you’re getting it anyway,” she responded coolly, making the corner of his mouth twitch. She slathered a healthy chunk of the goopy liquid onto her first two fingers before gesturing with her chin. “Open up your hand and spread out your fingers.” Though he loathed the fact that he required aid, refusing her now wasn’t worth the energy. Silently, he did as bid. His shoulders twinged with the flexion of his burned fingers. Ochako slopped the bright white cream onto the middle of his palm, and he melted into the countertop with a shaky exhale.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he breathed. Ochako smiled sweetly and began spreading the paste across his palm and up onto the undersides of his fingers. A cooling numb spread over the inflamed cells, quieting the piercing pain that had been pulsing in his hand since training had ended. He watched her careful motions with lidded eyes.

“You should be careful, you know,” she chastised him gently. “Even you have your limits. I know you want to get stronger, but nothing will come of pushing yourself to the point that it’s destructive.” Katsuki clicked his teeth at her, cocking his head to the side in a vain gesture. Ochako only smiled and applied a second layer of burn cream to his hand.

“You’re one to talk, Cheeks. What was that whole business with tryin’ to drop the stadium on my head, ah?” The Sports Festival had been months ago, but Katsuki still remembered their fight vividly. The way her body wobbled and sagged to the side, how she struggled with trembling arms to even bear her own weight, the glaze in her chestnut eyes as she struggled to keep her consciousness… His eyelashes fluttered to banish the illusion of the scene as she spoke.

“I have the authority to speak on it because I’ve been there,” she sighed. She stopped her ministrations to hold Katsuki’s hand up with both her own, Silvadene-coated fingertips smearing the medicine over the top of his hand. “Sometimes… everyone else just seems so great in comparison that it feels like I’ll never catch up. In that fight, I was so desperate to prove that I belong here… but it was destructive. I will grow stronger, but with time and effort, not with leaps and bounds born from destroying my body.” Katsuki’s eyes widened as he looked at her. The truth rang hollowly in him. Begrudged as he was to admit it, she was totally right. She smiled warmly up at him and then flicked him in the forehead.

“Hey,” he warned, and she giggled cutely.

“I don’t need another Deku on my hands! It’s bad enough that he’s broken half the bones in his body before the age of sixteen!” She exhaled deeply and retrieved a swathe of bandages. She unpinned the tan, thick fabric, then gently began rolling it around the palm of his hand. “You’ll get stronger, and I will too. We just both need time.” Katsuki frowned and looked away from her, debating whether or not to acknowledge the fact that she was right out loud.

“… All right, all right, I get your point,” Katsuki admitted after several seconds of silence. Ochako pinned the bandages with a small safety clasp and lowered her hands. The fabric was cumbersome around his hand and wrist, and he couldn’t even close his fist entirely. Still, the pain had been reduced to a dull ache that he could easily ignore with distraction. “Hey,” he said as she turned to retrieve her glass of milk, which still lay untouched on the countertop. When she looked back at him with an inquiring look, he blushed and pawed at his gym shorts, not really sure why he had stopped her.

“I, ugh… Thanks,” Katsuki fumbled and raised his bandaged hand. Ochako blinked at him, taking a moment to realize his gesture of gratitude, before smiling sweetly. Before she could respond, he abruptly grabbed her by the head and pulled her into his chest. She squeaked his name with her hands flapping about, not sure where she should place them.

“Hey,” he said softly. Ochako relaxed, and her hands drifted down to rest on his biceps. “You be careful, too. You think I’m stupid? I see you walking home every day wobbling like a drunk, and you threw up four fucking times at training today.” He felt heat bloom across his pectorals as her face heated up. He dropped his mouth against her hair, inhaling her scent of vanilla shampoo. “You be careful, too, dumbass. Who else is gonna take care of me when I go too far?”

“Hehe, okay,” she acknowledged with an eager nod. She pulled away from Katsuki to beam up at him with those big brown eyes that made his heart melt. Snorting at his sappiness, he lightly pushed her away, but the gesture was laced with affection. “Drink your milk, Cheeks. I’m goin’ to bed.”

“Aw! But we’re playing charades tonight!”

“Now I’m definitely goin’ to bed.” As he whirled on his heel, Ochako scampered up to hug his arm and bat her eyelashes pleadingly at him. Katsuki grimaced, but she grinned victoriously as a rosy haze spread over his cheeks.

“Please, Bakugo? Just a few rounds! You should see Kaminari’s impression of a crab; it’s too funny!”

“Agh, whatever, as long as you stop climbin’ all over me like a spider monkey!” he cried and shook his arm emphatically. She stubbornly clung to him like glue, cackling mischievously. “Come on! Let go!” he whined and pushed on her head. Finally, she relented, releasing him from her grip. “Bah, what am I going to do with you?” he growled and ran a hand through his ash-blond hair.

“Aw, Bakugo, don’t pretend you don’t like me!” she said coyly and stuck out her tongue. She gasped in dismay when he snatched up her glass of milk and drained it to the last drop. “Hey! That was mine!” she pouted and snatched the empty glass from him. Katsuki sneered and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glittering playfully.

“That’s what you get for messin’ with me, Cheeks.”

“Ya big meanie!” she snorted, then smiled and nudged him in the ribs. She retrieved the gallon jug from the refrigerator and poured herself another, then skipped to the entryway. “Come on, let’s go!” she insisted and tugged the band of his watch. He allowed her to pull him along by jerking on the device. She smiled radiantly when they entered the common room, greeting their classmates and excitedly scampering over to the sofas to begin the game of charades. Bakugo leaned against the back of the couch, watching her with a tiny smile.

In his mind, Ochako really didn’t need to get stronger. She was plenty strong, but it was not the strength of a physical kind. It was a quiet strength of care and passion. Plenty strong for a reckless dumbass like me, he smirked in amusement. As she clapped happily to Eijirou’s comical rendition of a koala, she caught his eye and smiled warmly.

Plenty strong. Nothin’ frail about her.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

Tag List: @sadistiks @wesparklebitch @deliathedork @simplybakugou

#bnhabookclub #bnhabookclub event #bnhabookclub bingo event #kacchako #bakugo x uraraka #uraraka x bakugo #ochako x katsuki #katsuki x ochako #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic

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lily-lilou · 4 years ago

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My understanding and analysis of the magical system in The Dragon Prince. Part 1 - my first thoughts on it - primal and dark magic aren’t the only kind of magic.

Ok, I promised to several people I would post this today so there it is! (@beautifulterriblequeen, @kotikala, I’m sorry I don’t have all the account... Julia, mama and the others ;_;)

It’s long (so I separated it in two post... but it will be long anyway, especially the second one. So I wish you a lot of courage to go through this until the end...) but it’s because it’s the result of some month of searching and digging. It’s still not complete, however. But if you have some time to lose and in love with this world, maybe this theory (and I insist, it’s a theory, maybe I’m totally wrong) will interest you:

Anyway, let’s just begin!

You can see the magical system in TDP like a diamond with several facets: we saw some of them, and some of us dug to find more.

For me, this theory _ the idea that the magical system in TDP is wider than what we saw_ started from a simple thing in Callum’s spellsbook, the “secret” we can find in the ASL section, the one Sarai repeated when she was alive.

My first reaction was “greeeeaaat! Another show where “love is magic. Yaay! =_=’”

Okay, "love" is an important theme on the dragon prince, yes. But magic ?

But let’s be honest: I don't think they would have placed something like this in the book for nothing. After all, we have to admit that, in this show, NOTHiNG is ever done simply. So maybe this time “love is magic” would be more elaborate than usual?

We do know that the first thing the creators talked about when they started to imagine this world, was the magical system. Not the characters, not the creatures or landscape or anything, but the magical system.

And what do we have so far? Primal magic and dark magic. Is it really that simple? I had to think it through!

1. My first thoughts about dark magic:

Thinking about this above led me to think about dark magic, about how it's "wrong", like Callum said. That point have already been discussed by many of us and a lot disagree, it's too easy to classified it as "wrong" like it’s stated in the show, because the reason you had to use it can be understandable.

Only... the creator of the show have NEVER chose easy/simple road in writing. So why just put dark magic as "wrong" without explanations? Maybe there's something more here too?

I understood dark magic as bad, not for the reason, but for the concept, about what it represents: it's taking (life, will) without asking. It's stealing, it's killing, no matter your excuse. You can invoke righteousness, justice, revenge, self-defence, strengh, power and all, the result is always the same: death. And as you kill to achieve your goal, you pay a heavy price. It staint you, it... "take" something for you (like it was implied in several interview and even in the book, but we’ll talk about this later). (ok, nothing new, here)

But you must have noticed this: those aren't only related to dark magic. It's darkness and everyone can do it. Sol Regem did it, Runaan did it, Harrow did it. They chose to kill and they tainted themselves too, even if it's not in the way pure dark magic does.

So you have the "dark" side with death and all, and opposed to this, the "white" one. Life, forgiveness. love. And all the people have to choose between those white and black sides, between life and death. Only the area they moved in to make their choices is grey. It's the result who, in the end, is more black or white than grey _ but sometimes still a little grey_.

So, it’s absolutely interesting (hehe… hem^^’) but these thoughts are the ground of the theories and analysis that will now follow in this post and the next one!!!!

2. The “reward theory”

As said by Sarai in the image below : "love is magic".

My first question then, was: “…But what is “magic”?” Not Primal magic or Dark magic. Just… Magic. My first thought was: magic is life. Or at least, it should be. Remember the human land deprived of magic who was dying? And look at Primal magic, it’s all life-related at some point. So, yeah, Magic is life!

And so, if magic is life and love is magic, doesn’t this mean that love is life, too?

If that's true, then maybe the opposite is true too? Hate is death.

Why not, after all?! If magic is love, and life… how could dark magic, who's litterally death, came from the same source? How could dark magic… be Magic at all if they’re opposite to each other?

And more importantly : where is this "magical love" in the magic system here ? It's not primal magic, it's not dark magic, but it is magic.

From that point, I assumed Magic is wider than Humans and Xadians (and us, humble fans, obviously) know. It's probably something more... powerful, a more primal form of magic. More subtle but powerful.

Why subtle?

This is the first thing I noticed in the show, the impressive succession of miracles, of “what if” who went just right. “What if Callum left to go to Rayla just one minute later at the storm spire?”, “What if Ethari didn’t saw Rayla in the reflection?”, “what if Viren hadn’t captured Lain and Tiadrin, letting no traces behind so people wouldn’t misinterpret what happened?”, “What if Marcos hadn’t been here?”, “what if Runaan had send someone else to kill him?”, what if…

It gave me the impression that there’s something more. Is it Destiny? Is it something else? Someone? Anything?

But that’s the first layer. There’s another one:

In this show, it's as if every action who implied a choice about doing the right thing, about choosing life over death, love over hate or the opposite, is somehow... repaid? Rewarded?

By... Magic itself? Destiny again? Fate? the world? Some unknown entity? by Magic who is an entity? Why not? “If magic is life, if she brings life to everything, how could she not be alive?”... or something like that. Anyway!

Maybe it’s this, or maybe you’re rewarded by the side you choose?

In both case, when you chose life or love, then you will live. You chose death or hate, then you will die. (I am putting thing in an extreme way, I know... ^^)

In other words, when you choose life/love or death/hate, your act is related to magic. but not the magic we saw until now. It's something else. Just like Dark magic is not Primal magic.

So okay, that’s nice once again, but what could prove it?

Well, just take a look at this:

You use dark magic, it stains you. It "takes" something from you, empties you as if the world itself can't allow you to make others beeing to pay for the choice you made.

Why not? but that's general, let's see more concrete exemples (and my headcanon interpretations) when our characters did the "right" or "wrong" thing:

Zym's egg falls in the frozen lake and Ezran risks his life to save him => Ez (can already talk to animals, yes) got an unusual, powerful bond with our little dragon, so strong the little dragon do the exact same things as him while sleeping, so strong he can see through his eyes and talk with him even when they're separated. As if his self-sacrificing act had been rewarded: you choose to risk your life to save him ? then you two will be linked even strongly than before.

Rayla spares Marcos => our lad is the first one to rebel against Viren, act who instill courage in others who follow him. Marco became a part to the rebellion and was one of those who rallied Duren's forces (I guess) : you spare an innocent even if he was your enemy? Then he will become your ally.

Callum breaks his primal stone to save Zym and, by this, accepts the idea of returning to a "I'm nobody" state. Then he uses dark magic but choose to completely reject it and end up with the sky arcanum. You sacrifice your magic, who was important to you to save a life (and the world btw) ? then you made the choice to use a magic meant to kill but in the end decided to not go on that path ? then you will retrieve what you sacrificed in the first place, in an even stronger way.

Amaya save Janai when she could have killed her, her enemy, Janai end up fighting with her.

Same for Janai, she saved, even trusted Amaya.

In a general way: children, you fought for peace ? you let go of your grudge, your grief and all of your biased jugments ? then peace you'll have (more or less, we know not everyone want peace)

Ezran chose to forgive Soren and Claudia. Soren end up saving him in return and turning to his side. As for Claudia, I'll talk about her in a while.

Callum jump after Rayla to save her, it's love who made him mastered the spell to save them both. You're ready to sacrifice yourself for her? then you will both be saved.

Rayla tackle Viren from the peak of the storm spire. She doesn't search “death”, she's trying to save Zym. She's ready to lose her life to save him. out of righteousness, out of love. Then she get saved by Callum.

Now what about the "dark side" we call the “narrative of strength”?

Avizandum killed many people, especially Sarai who had a pure heart. He got killed by Harrow.

Harrow chose hate and death by killing him, he got killed by Runaan.

Runaan is the most interesting one so far: he had a choice to make too. Two choices. He could have backed up but chose to kill Harrow anyway and so chose “death”. However, even if we’re still not absolutely sure he decided to spare Ezran, he did chose (we know this from the team at Wonderstorm now, so it’s canon) to spare Rayla despite what law and duty said. Killing her was never in his agenda. So Runaan had to choose between life and death, he chose both and ended... between both, literally! "the irony is wonderful"…

Kesha, with all her arrogance (who was so predictable) and her hate toward humanity got killed in a not so soft way.

Viren... I think his many "rewards" have already started. When he chose to kill the magma titan, Sarai (they were friends, it's canon) got killed and Amaya hates him for this (it's canon to, thedragonprince official on tumblr mentionned it once). He lost 2 friends on that day. When he chose to kill Avizandum, he lost his other friend, Harrow. Here in a most terrible way and I will, once again, talk about this later. He inflicted a terrible spell to Rayla's parents but this turned against him. If not for them completely vanished, no one would have thought they had ran away, Rayla _ the only moonshadow elf who had her heart in the right place_ wouldn't have to go to this mission to clear her name. No other assassin would have spared Marcos, or listen to callum, no other assassin would have followed Ezran, found the egg and chose to "make things right" including the humans. Runaan proved it. And I'm not finished with Viren. He lost his son, he will lose is daughter and he's currently in the grasp of a powerful being who's obviously toying with him and he don't even know it. And he's so blind he can't even see it.

Edit: kinda forgot about Sol Regem who torched down a city of hundred of thousand people, who got rewarded by being blinded, losing his throne and being hated and feared by everyone. 1200years later, when he could have change he didn’t. So okay Callum used dark magic. But that wasn’t a reason to kill Zym. Reward? Lux Aurea, the city who had been built to honor him (according to Callum spellsbook) fall, a lot of Sunfire elves seems to have died and, if we believe the summary of the tabletop game, it’s pretty ugly... a city for a city? Maybe.

Claudia is also very interesting, in between love and hate, death and light. Here’s an excerpt from an interview I found:

As for Claudia, she really seems to have committed to this dark path now. Is there any hope for her in the future? Richmond: Yes! There’s totally hope. Ehasz: But it might get worse before it gets better. [...] Ehasz: Claudia is, ahh… Richmond: She’s super complicated. She’s a fascinating character. There’s a long way to go with Claudia, she’s super exciting. Ehasz: But she’s not about power! She’s about **love**. I mean, that’s one thing that’s interesting about her. She’s on a very dark path, but her core motivation is love, and I think that’s going to be very interesting.

She really is the best character to represent that grey area. And if this first part of my theory, about "rewards" is true, it could truly end up good for her. When she had to choose between Soren and Zym, she chose her brother. She chose her father over Soren (I'm talking about the scene in the dungeon, not after Kazef's transformation) not out of malice but out of fear. She loves her family and deceived herself because she's not strong enough to see the truth. I really think she will do the right choice when she will finally see her father for what he truly is (as Richmond said : "there's totally hope").

3. That’s nice and interesting, Lily… but this looks like “destiny” at worst. Is there really another kind of magic than dark magic and primal magic?

If the creators really put so much thoughts and efforts in creating the magical system, it’s really likely this way. But what would be the point in telling how it works right away? We do have to discover it with the characters themselves.

However, the existence of another kind of magic, something deeper, has been implied several time.

We have clues:

Like here (8:29min and especially 9:00min if the link doesn't work correctly), where Aaron Ehasz talked about an earlier and less differenciated kind of magic.

Or like what happened to Ezran in the ice-lake. In the novel, we have an interesting description form his POV, something magical happened (I’ll come back to this in a later part)

And that new or maybe forgotten kind of magic will, maybe… be the magic that will be used to free our dear moonshadow elves from the coins? Because we have some clues :

Question: [...] Runaan got turned into a coin [...] Can they be restored to their original forms?

Ehasz: “My gut is, it seems like the kind of thing that would require incredible and powerful magic to reverse. [...] We do not answer that question in Season Three. I’m telling you, it would take incredible magic and probably dark magic to reverse it, but I don’t know [if that’s going to happen].

(I promise, that last point isn’t here for nothing :3)

Okay, this post is over. The next one will be about the magical system in itself and that “other magic” implied here, about what I found in the show about it.

#TDP #magical system #tdp theories #reward theory #ezran #runaan #zym #dark magic #primal magic #narrative of strengh #narrative of love #love is magic #callum's spellbook #love-magic #TDP's magical system is awesome #Rayla #Callum #arf tags are complicated #tumblr is complicated

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dr-stone-things · 5 years ago

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Kinro's s/o being pregnant with their first child? Pretty please!

Of course anons! I actually have a lot of Kinro requests so Kinro stans being well-fed soon 👀(also, if there is anybody out there who knows how to make gifs, PLEASE MAKE MORE FOR KINRO/GINRO. I HAVE TO KEEP USING THE SAME WATERMELON ONE LMAO)

Kinro As a Dad HCS

So when Kinro found out his s/o was pregnant, his mind was blown. Literally.

“Kinro... we need to have a talk.”

When Kinro heard this, all hell broke loose in his mind. What happened? Did they not like him anymore? Did they want to break up? He was expecting the worse to happen.

“I’m... pregnant!”

Time seemed to stop for him. Did they just say pregnant?

“I’ve checked with Senku... and he said I’m already 2 months along.”

So that’s why they’ve been cranky and complaining of cramps? Why they have been more tired than they usual? He didn’t know what to say. He just stood there, shocked, unsure of what to say.

“I wanted to let you know... since you’re the father.”

Silence.

S/o fiddled with their hands, anxiously awaiting his response.

“Kinro,” they began, “I love you. And I’ve always wanted to start a family with you. And I hope you’ll support me-”

They were interrupted by Kinro’s hug, his arm snaking around s/o’s waist as the other caressed the back of their head.

“S/o.”

“Y-yes?”

“I... I always wanted to have a family as well... with you. I promise, that to my utmost ability, I will take care of you and our baby forever.”

Kinro would be such a good dad!! He’ll probably be the strictest dad in the entire of Dr. Stone lmao. Of course, one of the first things he teaches his child is the rules. And how he must always follow them.

You’d think because of this Kinro’s child would be just like him, but that’s when uncle of the year Ginro comes in. We all know Ginro is a huge prankster. And Ginro loves to bother Kinro.

Ginro and Kinro’s kid would literally be best friends, much to Kinro’s dismay. Ginro’s teasing attitude rubbed off on the kid so much that we might as well call them Ginro the 2nd.

But!! You might think because of his kid would be reckless, but their not!! Kinro’s kid is the perfect combination of seriousness and knows when to follow the rules, but also knows when to relax and have fun!!

Ahem, father and daughter/son duo!! Even if he has a girl, she’ll probably insist on learning how to fight. At first, he declined, but he found out that Kohaku had been training them in secret, and well it went from there.

Kinro = dad goals. Always looking out for them on the battlefield! Literally, every 5 seconds he’s looking to see if they’re ok and if they need help. Thankfully, all he sees is them whooping ass.

Kinro = overprotective dad. Someone is bothering his kid? Destroy them.

He always makes sure his kid knows he’s always with them and supports what they do, even though he’s not the best with words!!

Whenever they’re having difficulties with Kinro, they just go to the best ever Uncle Ginro. Even though Ginro is all jokes and giggles, he really does care about Kinro! Even though he joked about how in the world grump faced Kinro got a s/o, he was really glad that Kinro found someone that he could love and relax with.

Ginro gives the best advice (most of the time hehe) to Kinro’s kid!! How to get on his good side, stories from when they were children, remembering the faithful Village Games... Kinro and Magma’s fight...

Just thinking about Kinro being a dad makes me happy tbh... he would be such an amazing dad that it will blow your socks off...

#dr stone #dr stone headcanon #dr stone x reader #kinro #dr stone kinro #kinro dr stone #kinro x reader

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surrounded-by-superheroes · 6 years ago

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Leaf Piles (Sam Wilson)

Summary; The Avengers have been sent on a Fall retreat and while everyone splits up to do thier own thing, you run into Sam doing something...interesting. Despite weak objections, you get roped into messing with Sam’s favorite bestie, Bucky Barnes.

A/N; Sorry for the wait, I’ve been working on a big something. Not sure if I’ll post it on here, but yeah. That’s my lame excuse. Hope you’ve enjoyed the series! Check out the Masterlist and tell me if you want anyone else! Love to you!

Warnings; Uh, language? Too much fluff, hehe.

Words; 2,072

Fluffy Fall Masterlist

I take a deep breath of fresh, newly chilled air the minute I step out of the cabin. Miraculously there’s no threat big enough to call for the Avengers, so we’re on a retreat. Bonding, Tony says. It’s the third day and no one has murdered anyone yet, so I’d say things are going well. That might change soon though. As I walk down the long driveway a bit, I see Sam crouching behind one of the SUV’s that brought us here. I walk over with furrowed brows but the moment he sees me he snatches my hand and tugs me down and close to him.

“Sam, what the hell?” I ask with hot cheeks. His warm brown eyes are on our feet to make sure they’re behind the back wheel before he grins at me.

“Shh. Look.” He quiets me and peeks around the bumper. I follow suit to find a brunette super-soldier raking leaves.

“Does he know this retreat is for relaxing?” I ask quietly and Sam beams mischievously at me.

“That’s the sad part. This is relaxing for him.” Sam shakes his head and holds me a little tighter as we carefully stand. “I’m waiting until he’s finished with that big pile, then I’m going to tackle him into it.” Sam tells me with glee, then seems to remember I’m here. “You’re coming too.”

I shake my head with a small smile. “No, no, no. It’s one thing for you to do it, but I am not tagging along.” My objection is firm, but Wilson senses my laughter.

“Nah, you’re doing it. You’ll probably prevent him from killing me anyways. I’ll give you a kiss if we survive?” He suggests, that smile and bright eyes charming me to my core. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and blush as his eyes follow the movement.

“Okay. Better be a damn good kiss, Wilson.” I sass and he pecks my cheek.

“I don’t give any other kind, sweetheart.” He teases back and I roll my eyes before we both peek around the SUV again. My heart squeezes a little as I watch Bucky rake the leaves, whistling to himself every once and a while.

“Are you sure we should do this?” I whisper to Sam and feel his chest shake with silent laughter. We’re still pressed against one another, his chest to my back and my chest against the car.

“Yes. Asshole needs to take himself a little less seriously. You’ll see.” He tells me and I nod once, trusting him. As we wait Sam casually wraps his arms around my waist so we’re a more compact unit and easier to hide. My cheeks are hot and I smother a nervous laugh before it escapes.

“Sam, how long have you even been waiting here?” I murmur and feel him shrug.

“Thirty minutes, maybe.” He responds and I crane my neck to look at his face.

“You’ve been waiting to tackle Bucky for fucking thirty minutes? That’s sad.” I shake my head and turn back to the man just about finishing up combining the two little piles he’s made.

“If only you’d have found me sooner, sweetheart. Would’ve seemed like seconds with you in my arms, huh?” He pecks my hair and chuckles quietly to himself. I shake my head again but my smile comes easy.

“Watch it there, buddy. Flirting isn’t helping.” My voice is hushed to prevent Bucky from hearing, but if Sam keeps teasing me like this we’re going to be found out.

“It’s helping me just fine.” He says smoothly.

“God, would you two just fucking fuck already? Motherfucking hell.” We both flinch when Bucky yells over at us and reluctantly come out of our hiding places. He’s not even facing us, the smug bastard. Sam and I meet eyes before nodding and running towards Bucky anyways. When he hears our stomping feet, he turns just in time for his mouth to form a little o before we tackle him into the big pile of leaves. Sam and I’s laughter joins Bucky’s stream of creative cursing as leaves billow around us just to fall back onto the grass. Bucky shoves the two of us off him as our laughter dies down to just giggles. We lay there a moment and he sighs, the smallest of half-smiles on his face. “Times like these make me feel like I’m actually a hundred.”

“Because you want to yell at us to get off your yard like a scary old guy?” I ask and Sam guffaws. Bucky shoves a pile of leaves on my face.

“Because the two of you should be my age but you act fucking five.” He sasses and I punch his stomach in retaliation. He wheezes once before wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up so I’m on his chest.

“No, Bucky! No! Put me down!” I laugh and he happily deposits me on Sam. “Oof!” My breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as he just so happens to put me down in the perfect position to straddle Sam’s lap. My hands land on his pecs to brace myself and when our surprised eyes meet I full body blush. Bucky glances between us before bursting into the most raucous laughter I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Yeah, we’re five.” Sam shoots back at him and Bucky laughs a little harder.

“I’m so sorry.” I breathe and think about standing up, but there’s absolutely no way to do that without grinding down on Sam. Bucky stands and, while laughing, fishes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a couple pictures.

“You’re fine, sweetie. Asshole!” Sam scolds as Bucky walks back to the cabin laughing. Soothingly, and temptingly, Sam squeezes my hips.

“I’m uh, I’m going to try and stand?” I tell him, waiting for his okay. Those warm eyes meet mine and he relaxes back onto the leaves, hands sliding down my thighs as he does.

“Don’t mind if you linger a little.” Sam teases and winks at me. If possible, I turn even redder. My lips part slightly and my fingers unconsciously tap on his chest.

“I…well…you…” I shake my head to clear it a bit, “Well. You do owe me a kiss, don’t you?” Once the words leave my mouth I can’t take them back, but when Sam’s face lights up with a slow, sexy smile I’m not sorry.

“All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” He tells me and suddenly sits up. A little gasp falls from my lips as I slip further into his lap, but Sam doesn’t see a problem with this. Tenderly, his arms wrap around my waist as mine slip up to his dear-lord-save-me-from-my-sin damn fine shoulders. “You alright?” He asks affectionately and I nod. Our eyes meet and it feels like my heart pauses just to feel the butterflies swarming before he rocks slightly and brings our lips together. Soft, sweet, and emphasized by the solid feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around me, I feel safe. Nerves fade as he pulls away to give me an easy out but stays close enough that if we want to continue it’s up to me. Sam has always kept me steady while also keeping me on my toes. Our foreheads press together and our eyes open, eyelashes brushing together from our proximity.

“You alright?” I repeat his comment and he smiles.

“Little more than alright, sweetie.” He responds and presses his lips together for a moment. Those heart-melting brown eyes look into my soul before I decide. Fuck it. I press my lips back to his pouty ones and lock my arms around his neck. I guess I was too forceful because we fall back onto the leaf pile. Sam doesn’t seem to mind and neither do I, as long as our lips are still touching. This kiss is just as slow as the first but doesn’t lack heat. His lips against mine feels like magma; warm, slow, earth-changing. A little moan escapes my lips as his hands just barely slip underneath my sweater, exposing a strip of skin to the brisk air. Goosebumps raise all over me and the pads of Sam’s fingers run over them like braille. We pop apart when we hear shouting coming from the cabin. Turning to look, we find Bucky has dragged Steve out just to holler at us from the porch. I groan and look back at Sam. Chuckling, he stands and sets me onto my feet. He shakes his shoulders and arms to loosen up as I flip off the other two soldiers.

“You take Steve, I got the asshole,” Sam mutters and pecks my cheek before focusing back on Bucky.

“Deal.” I agree and brush leaves off my body, winking at Steve as the two look at us suspiciously.

“One.” Sam starts as we slowly turn to the cabin.

“Two.” I continue.

“Three!” We shout in unison and speed towards the two idiots. While Steve manages to catch me and simply embraces me in one of his bear hugs, Sam tackles Bucky to the ground with a hard thump. Steve and I stand to the side with his warm arm over my shoulders.

“Glad you two are giving somethin’ a try.” He tells me softly, blue eyes shining with amusement. I nod and look back to the rolling soldiers, slapping each other like children.

“Me too. Hopefully he’ll survive this horrible fight they’re having.” I droll and Steve laughs lightly in return.

“It’s good for them to get it out every once and a while.” Steve responds and we walk to the other side of the porch to sit on the swing. It only takes a few minutes for the two boys to finish their playing and Sam instantly looks for me.

“Trying to steal her away already, Steve?” Sam teases and sits in my lap, causing the chains holding us up to groan.

“Aw, Jesus Sam.” I curse as he spins to put his feet on Steve.

“Oh sorry, am I crushing you?” Sam jokes and wiggles on my lap which causes the swing to sway violently. I start laughing but stop when we hear a loud crack. Bucky backs up a little as we all look up at the chains in the roof. Not even a second passes before a link in each chain breaks and we collapse onto the porch, then backwards to smash through the porch rail. Bucky rushes over and after making sure we’re fine, bursts into laughter once again. We all begin laughing too at the sheer hilarity of it.

“What the fuck?” Tony asks when he comes out of the cabin along with everyone else to see what the commotion is about. I don’t even care. Sam quiets his booming laugh into a quiet chuckle as he climbs off me. A big hand reaches up and caresses my cheek.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asks sweetly.

“Fine, thanks.” Steve responds as he stands, clapping a hand on his shoulder before starting to clean up the little mess we made.

“I’m alright.” I giggle and accept a little peck on the lips. “Let’s clean this up.” He helps me to stand and we clean up while Tony mutters about people breaking his shit. It doesn’t take too long to pick up the shards of wood and the four of us are still grinning and chuckling as we do it. A couple hours later it’s time for our nightly snuggles around the fire. Steve and Bucky are fighting over the only blanket big enough to cover their behemoth frames, Tony is laying on the ground with his head in Natasha’s lap so she can play with his curls, Vision and Wanda are leaning back on a fallen tree, and Sam is sitting in the only chair since it’s his turn. Normally we’d sit with each other so I’m a little lost as to where to go when he suddenly pulls me down into his lap.

“Get comfortable.” He tells me and I shift slightly before he takes the blanket off the ground and drapes it over the two of us, then wraps his arms around my waist. “Good?” He questions and I sigh happily.

“Perfect.” My eyes rove over the firelit faces and I smile. It’s moments like this when I remember just how much I love Fall.

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comradewodka · 7 years ago

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Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Meowth, Chikorita, Smeargle, Gardevoir, Latias, Uxie, Zoroark, Chandelure.

Bulbasaur: What is the first Pokemon game you ever owned?

Pokemon YELLOW. My dad got it (and a purple GBA) for me for my seventh birthday, and it was the first video game/game system I ever owned, period.

I went through the game with no concept of party balance, ended up unable to take down the Elite Four with only a level 100 Pikachu, and did much better after starting over for a second runthrough. xD I devoured both Red and Blue version later even though they’re both.. basically the same thing but slightly worse, lmao. Then I pre-ordered a copy of Silver at my local Toys-R-Us and made myself a little ‘calendar’ out of sticky notes to count down the days until its release date… ah, childhood.

Squirtle: Which Pokemon do you think is the coolest?

That Squirtle from the anime that always wears gurren lagann sunglasses.

No, uh… probably Houndoom? “Cool” has very specific connotations to me which means “all the edgy ones” I guess

Meowth: Which evil organization is your favourite?

HONESTLY… Team Skull. At the very least, they’re the best team since Rocket, for sure. Aqua/Magma were all right, Galactic was fucking terrible (like everything from that generation), Plasma had an interesting angle going for them but lacked personality, and Flare were just… baffling, genocidal misanthropes in the midst of an equally baffling attempt at introducing a larger narrative.

Rocket still has Skull beat in terms of sheer weight of development and nostalgia value, but they’ve also been around for a lot more time, so that’s to be expected! Skull’s just. So endearing and dorky. I’d like to see them continue to get fleshed out a bit and get like, more than 2 named characters and 2 grunt designs.

Chikorita: Which is your favourite region?

Mrgh, I’m trying to think back and like, objectively evaluate the regions rather than just pick the one from my favorite generation, but. I think I still have to go with Johto. It has interesting set piece locations, and I don’t think anything was too repetitive or annoying about it that I can recall? Plus, it was just so cool to be able to actually keep playing after the Elite Four by going back to Kanto. It made 2nd Gen feel like a really big place, and physically expanded the world of Pokemon in a way that felt tangible.

Smeargle: Have you ever drawn any Pokemon fanart?

Uh, yes. It wasn’t good, but. Friends… there was a time when literally all I drew was Lugia. Or variants/offspring of Lugia. Or like. Purple, electrified evolutions of Rapidash. I don’t know.

Gardevoir: What Pokemon gives you the most feelings?

Bye bye, Butterfree wrecked my seven year old ass, and Pokemon the Movie 2000 sent me into a death spiral of obsession with Lugia that would leave me playing pretend and whale-songing That Tune in public swimming pools for years to come.

Also Mimikyu is trying so hard you guys I don’t–

Latias: What Pokemon do you wish you could have in real life?

I was going to say that this one’s tough, but then I remembered Greninja is my frog boyfriend, so…

Uxie: What is something you wish would be added to the games?

*SLAMS FIST ON THE TABLE* BRING BACK THE POKEMON FOLLOWING YOUR CHARACTER SPRITE AROUND, WE KNOW YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY

Zoroark: Would you be a Pokemon trainer, breeder, coordinator, etc? What would you look like?

In all honesty, the most direct comparison would be just one of those ordinary people who go through their lives raising a pokemon or two… but then again, the world of Pokemon seems to allow people to basically live off of an entirely animal-friendship related economy, so who knows what I’d have been free to pursue.

Being like, a keeper at the Safari Zone would be really cool… Or I could go to one of the big cities and be one of the sidekick trainers who hangs out with a feminine, metropolitan gym leader… OR I could sew little outfits for people’s Pokemon and make a killing… hehe

Chandelure: What Pokemon do you find the creepiest?

There’s some pretty fricked-up lore behind some of the dark or ghost types, but uh— I… like almost all of them, lmao. So I don’t really feel actively creeped out by them per se

My fav is Yamask/Cofagrius. THEY’RE LITERALLY JUST GHOSTS OF PEOPLE? AND THEY REMEMBER BEING PEOPLE?

yamask: mask mask yamaaaask (hi im dave i used to be a plumber and had two kids)

some twelve year old: ok now get in this ball and be my servant

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sometimes it is US who is the creepy

#pokemon #memes #terminatedapathy

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