#Ultimately didn't enjoy

[mushroom-for-art]

what do you think of the designs of the badges in pokemon scarlet and violet compared to the designs of the badges in past pokemon games?

I'll be honest I haven't played Scarlet or Violet so I had to Google what they looked like and the fact it was difficult to find a picture with all the badges and I could only view them all on a zoomed in YouTube thumbnail, oof that ain't it fam. I'll give the game the leeway of its a new game therefore there may be less footage but after some research I found you don't even have a badge box? Which. I'm taking away points again there cause no badge box?? No easy view?? Gotta view one at a time? Nah. Hate that personally.

While looking at the badges as well, again probably because I haven't played it, but I genuinely couldn't identify which was what, like okay the link fairy looking one probably fairy, ice cream probably ice type, the weird block probably steel, paint palette? Paint type??? Though it's probably normal type though Larry is that gym leader I think and that doesn't actually make sense now I'm thinking about it? Obviously flower plant thing for grass, I was a bit disappointed there the grass type gym leader he's a bit of a menacing bramble thorn themed man he could've had a bramble thorn looking badge but no it basic leaf you'd think they'd give him or he'd be allowed a custom badge like do the gym leaders design them? If they do oof uninspired. Also blue one for water, bug for bug, yellow for electric type I think. But I saw at least 3 that I thought were dark type and wasn't sure on. They don't really feel very good in my opinion.

Now I do respect its probably hard to come up with decent designs game after game maybe they're running low on inspiration tank but compared to past games they don't feel very good. I never played sword or shield either but that badges make a circle shield idea was cool! If a little impractical I suppose like in a logical world sense, they're very weird shaped it'd feel strange showing off singular badges and it probably looks strange in your badge box but satisfying when you have them all that's fun. I think they should have fun with badges experiment.

A fun idea I just had, perhaps the next badge box because please bring it back is a scenery and getting the respective badges adds in that respective element to complete to picture, a badge that looks like flowing water that sits in the scenery as the start of the river, maybe a grass type plant that's a cluster of flowers or petal like shapes that make a barren patch a meadow of color ect. I dunno just thoughts.

[drawbauchery]

thought we'd check in on the Lost in the Hallway(tm) crew

SO it's still the same with the og survivor group joining, but more of the class is hopping aboard too (taka, chihiro, and sakura jumped at the chance). i think the only reason ff relented and allowed the remnants to use their hospital was because all of the thh class pulled sad puppy eyes & promised to take care of them. it's not all roses, but i think whatever wariness/resentment 78 feels towards 77 won't make them turn their backs. they are makoto's class after all.

no no the lil remnants have a more punch-on-sight adversary to watch out for. if not just to make their lives a little more difficult than they need to be ヾ(*´ ∇ `)ﾉ

[little-pup-pip]

Do you think you could do a agree board for a bunny regresser? Either gender leaning is ok and with a decorated pasi

Thank youu :3

For sure!!

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[hikarielizabethbloom]

Canon this, no canon this. Endgame that, no endgame that...

[seiwas]

hi sel!! i missed seeing you around dash - i hope you’re enjoying your lil vacation!

n for your lil game.. if it appeals.. may i suggest touya + rain/storm ?

scar hello!! sorry i've been on and off these past months 🥹 i missed being on here too!! i have been enjoying my lil vacation though 🥺 it's been a while since i've just chilled at home! thank you for sending in a prompt 💗

contains: fallen angel touya, visions in dreams, kind of disorientating what's reality vs not, reader tries melatonin, there is a fire

touya + storm

there's a storm outside your window.

the rattling of string lights on your balcony jolts you awake, the wind howling an eery melody. this weather is common at this time of the year, but tonight, you feel uneasy. you think there's something on your front yard.

your footsteps are light as you make your way down your staircase, the flashlight on your left hand clutched tightly as you reach for the umbrella by the door.

it's zero visibility on your front yard, heavy rainfall being dragged sideways by the wind. you squint, flashing your light at the area in front of you.

a broken branch from your neighbor's tree dangles loosely towards your fence, but you can't make out anything else apart from that. you contemplate stepping outside to get a better look, but a burst of light streaks itself across the sky, lightning flashing before thunder rumbles loud enough that it reverberates in your heartbeat. a sudden chill breezes over you, your skin prickling from strands of hair standing.

your flashlight flickers, the light going out once before you tap it on your wrist twice. and when it turns back on, you think you can make out a figure hunched over the shrub at the far right of your garden.

you flash your light over the area to get a better look but it turns black―your vision or the light, you're not sure.

the next time you open your eyes, you're tucked in bed, squinting your eyes at the brightness of sunlight.

a dream? you wonder. the jacket you're certain you reached for is still right by your vanity, untouched. could be.

your front yard is trashed, just like you expected it to be, if your subconscious was trying to tell you anything from last night's dream. plants are uprooted, with small branches scattered all over the grass. you suck in a breath when you spot the broken branch from last night just as you saw it―still barely hanging on as it dangles over your fence.

you must have heard it break off in your sleep, you tell yourself. the mind can be quick in associating these things.

things become weird after that.

you get more visions in your sleep, mostly when the storm beats heavy raindrops against your window. sometimes, they're the same as the first time―instances of you searching outside but blacking out and waking in your bed the next morning. others, they're stranger, more vivid. you see a man with white hair turning red at the tips.

he comes to you in flashes―in between lightning strikes and thunder claps; in fragments, distorted by sheets of rainfall. you can never fully make out his face, but his eyes glow a striking blue amidst the darkness that often surrounds him.

the melatonin makes it worse. for a few nights now, you've begun to see more of his silhouette, similarly hunched over that shrub from the first night, except it grows taller, almost as if he's standing.

you wake up every time he almost reaches full height. but were you even really sleeping?

your therapist tells you it must be stress. this particular time at work is busy, after all. and, "halloween festivities can be impressionable when the mind is tired."

so you let it go, hoping that the dreams disappear eventually.

but then you find a feather. it's long, far too long to belong to any animal you know of; the color is charcoal black, with its tips slightly crisp as if it's been burnt. you find it by the shrub, where the silhouette crouches over every night in your dreams.

your palms sweat as you handle it, a mixture of anxiety and fear. you feel sick to your stomach; scared and disoriented. what even is real?

you call your friend, midoriya, to keep you company. he's no cynic, but if anyone could think up an explanation for anything, it'd have to be him. he has notebooks and journals full of analyses and theories on a bunch of weird things.

"can you tell if he's... uh..." he tries to find the words, as if trying not to scare you, "demonic?"

though with how jittery he is, you're pretty sure he's just as, if not more, nervous.

"i don't know yet," you admit, setting down his blanket for the night, "i guess he does feel kinda angry, but..." you think back to those blue eyes, trying to discern the exact emotion in them, "not at me i think. i don't know."

midoriya jots down some more notes as rain increasingly patters outside your window. you're sure he'll spend the whole night figuring this out from the way he continues to ask you more questions.

that night, you dream of the figure again, but something about this time feels ominous; larger. it starts out with his face, lightning illuminating glimpses of his expressions. you see scars across his cheeks and his hair turning a shade darker. another crackle of lightning brings him further away, hunched over the shrub again, except this time, he begins to stand; and you're prepared to wake up again right before he shows himself in full height―except you don't.

he stands before you still concealed by the downpour, but his presence is simultaneously chilling yet glorious. and you don't expect it, what happens next―the unfurling of wings right by his sides. they span the width of your entire yard, large and so unlike anything you've ever seen before.

then, an alarm breaks, and you wake, neither in bed nor on your front porch.

your feet touch wet asphalt, the sensation hardly differentiating itself from how drenched you are by the rain. thick smoke fills your lungs as you stand before a blazing house a few streets down yours. sirens sound around you―an ambulance, a firetruck, and a police car, all managing the commotion.

people evacuate their nearby houses as the policemen round them up at a safe distance. out of everyone in the scene, you seem the closest of all, the heat from the fire nearly licking at your cheeks.

"everybody, please step back!" one of the firemen shout. to your right, another one hurriedly hauls a body down to the stretcher beside you. a paramedic immediately tends to the person before you can even catch a look.

"please step back!" the fireman closest to you calls out, but the sound is muffled in your ears, almost by a dull ringing and the subtle sound of wings flapping. an unexplainable urge pulls you toward the body.

"hey―!" the fireman tries to call for your attention, but you ignore him, inching closer towards the stretcher. you tiptoe to get a better look, and as you catch a glimpse of the body's face―

the fireman holds you by the shoulder, "i said―!" as another paramedic addresses you and asks, "do you know this man?"

and right there on the stretcher is him―white hair with red at the tips; his cheeks are an angry shiny red, like its been melted, burnt. he remains only semi-conscious, eyes half-lidded as he is tended to. but when you peer over, he blinks and manages to look at you.

you find the same striking blue.

[dovalore]

borbs

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #34: The development of Sokka and Azula's relationship

When you move to a whole new country, that's when your patrons are going to vote for the prompt that makes you want to go completely bonkers and that you would draw ten years worth of art for. Yep. So you try to condense that impulse into something you can finish in... 1 week? Sorta?

I honestly barely know how I managed to do it that fast, but hey, made it on time for the end of October, so here goes! A little walk through the history of these two and the evolution of their relationship in Gladiator.

The first GIF is mainly about Part 1, the second one's first two pieces are Part 2, the third piece is Part 3. The last two GIFs, of course, are both meant to be Part 3, with the final GIF being meant as a symbol of hope in many regards. I'm guessing some of you guys will pick up on a funny little hint about just what kinds of hopes we're talking about here...

Anyway! Now I hope you guys enjoyed these crazy artworks! It's a Halloween miracle that I finished them on time, haha. If you'd like to be part of the creative process behind these pieces, a 1$ pledge on Patreon is enough to make you eligible for suggesting prompts and voting on polls, as well as reading Gladiator snippets 6 days before the next chapter goes live!

[venndaai]

they were insane for this

[transsongtaewon]

Based on that one qna about how Song Taewon doesn't really mind going to work but whenever he has to deal with Sung Hyunjae he thinks about just not going to work.

Bonus: totally incredible Song Taewon design prototype:

[identityarchitect]

i seriously think saint is like the most deranged hateful violent freak ever but they were born w/ a birth defect and can't throw spears so instead they decided to purify their mind and soul in order to fucking effortlessly destroy everything in existence

[melverie]

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh today I've been constantly experiencing the urge to un-private today-in-the-devildom & start writing for it again

[sparky-is-spiders]

Do you have any good Jonsasha fic recommendations? In line with your lovely posts about them?

Unfortunately Jonsasha that isn't poly//chives is thin on the ground. There's a few cute fics that I recced here but for dual archivists/eldritch js? There's jon/michael/sasha this series (which I'll admit looks VERY promising, and I keep meaning to get to it) and this fic but I haven't gotten around to either of them yet so I can't speak to their quality.

The only fic that I've read that came close to giving the JS vibes I'm so hungry for is this Jon//michael fic, which has one specific line that haunts me to this day: “'Once upon a time, a man named Jonathan Sims fell in love with his Archivist, Sasha James, and in trying to save her life, gave the world to the Beholding on a silver platter.'” (I hope if you decide to read the fic that this isn't too spoilery? I'm not sure what I'd think of it now that my TMA opinions have shifted so much from what they originally were, but I remember I quite enjoyed it at the time). I know it probably isn't quite what you're looking for but when I think Jonsasha I think of That One Singular Line. I hope I can make it haunt someone else the way it haunts me.

[thegirlmirage]

My kind friends... my kissing encounter with another trans woman... my general content feeling and happiness from HRT... things are good. They were so bad for so long but they are good right now.

[anderstrevelyan]

Can anyone tell from all the Shadowheart art I've been reblogging that Valas's canon during-game-timeline romance...isn't...Astarion anymore...?

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

oh Everlight really IS that good huh