#We're just chilling and having fun with this one

[eclipse-msoul]

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

S𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Being the little guide of several espers meant you didn't have a lot of freedom. It's too bad you forgot that.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : Yandere themes, killing, overprotective siblings, obsessive behavior etc.

Chapter 1 :

It was an average summer day, flowers in full bloom as the state sparkled under the sun and people chatted - dancing and singing for the festival to come.

Inside the Wayne Mansion, a cute little child was seen giggling and running. The servants ran after in distress, cursing under their breath - knowing what would happen if you fell.

Or Gotham forbid, Got harmed.

Your siblings would kill them - being killed in one stroke being a mercy - they remember how one of their colleagues got his tongue removed and tortured till nothing remained of him.

Just because he wasn't careful enough and caused you to cry.

They could still hear his cries as he begged them for mercy.

And when the Duke - Dick Grayson - came out of the underground chamber, his body was stained with the ruthless smell of blood.

They could see those maniac eyes - having used his power of wind to make their colleague die in a worse way than they could imagine and only hoped they would be spared.

And then The second master summoned them. Looking at the head maid - shrieking and fidgeting- Jason's eyes glowed green, “ Have them all summoned downstairs.” he ordered.

The head maid bowed and practically ran to their dorms - not wanting to anger the second master.

They trembled standing in the Hall as Jason came downstairs with you in his arms and took a whisk of your scent - he smiled and hummed.

And when he had turned to them, gone were those eyes that could melt an ice statue - replaced with those razor sharp ones.

They wished they could've forgotten those eyes.

One of the butler gulped, feeling a chill under his spine. He hoped it never happened again.

“ My lady! Please watch your step-” One of the maid's muffled. You grinned back at her, your feet so tiny yet able to take you so far.

“He he~ catch me!” You said taking a turn and ducking under the table. It was so fun to play with them. You hummed looking at the glass window.

From the looks of it, spring was in full bloom and the spring festival was just around the corner, you couldn't wait for your siblings to take you out.

If they were in a good mood.

And knowing them, that was rare.

Rarer than the blue moon that came out every hundred years and gave espers their strength.

The maids and Butlers panicked, unable to find you. You could hear the tremble in their voice - being five and so young - you took pity on them and came out.

“My lady!” they screamed in relief, one of the maids checking to see if you had injured yourself. You pouted, why was everyone always always so worried about you.

Your siblings. Especially

Don't get it wrong, but as much as you loved them, they were unbearable sometimes to be by. You were small but weren't blind.

They way they looked at you from far.

Their eyes reminded you of predators - in the worst way - it was scary how they could be smiling one second and sentencing someone to death in another.

You had once hugged your brother, you barely reached his knees. “ Brother, why is everyone so scared of you?” Duke took a seat next to you on the picnic cloth and ruffled your hair.

He sighed,“ We're espers and people worry we might lose control.”

You gave a confused glance, turning your head, “ But aren't guides there to help espers? Why would people still be afraid?”

Your memories had the sun gazing at his face while he spoke the next few words.

Your tiny hands clenched into your shirt, making the butler look at the side. “ M’lady-”

You shook your head and smiled “ I'm alright.”

They nodded.

Then you looked at them and pointed at the garden. “I want to go outside.” Just as the words came out of your mouth, all their faces paled. Looks like you needed to push a bit more.

“...I'll be fine, my older brothers and sisters are not here… “ You pressed one of the maid's hands to exert a little bit of power. She folded easily.

“ Y-yes my M'Lady.”

You smiled, he he, it worked with them - and they were espers - no way it wouldn't work on normal people or espers.

You couldn't wait to awaken as an esper.

With the power you held, you'd definitely be like your third brother Tim. Timothy had a mind control ability and from the looks of it, you likely inherited it too.

You didn't share a drop of blood with them.

Taking the hand, you walked towards the garden and your eyes widened with joy. It was so pretty.

The flowers were spread all out, you ran towards them and took a black rose in your hand. Your brother Jason, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, his actions showed you love like no other.

He truly makes the prettiest flowers and green.

You held the rose, readily to pull it, when you felt a prick on your skin. You hissed, dropping the rose. There was a weird feeling you felt, like your energy was being drawn out of you.

Looking down, blood droplets had formed and began to fall.

You were in so much trouble.

All the servants bowed , their hands quivering. They couldn't meet your eyes.

“ It's alright!-” You tried to say, holding your hands up trying to make the servants worry less. Your smile had a hint of panic in it and blood was still coming out.

If you were quick, you could prevent your siblings from finding out. You just needed to find some lotus elixir.

“What's alright?” Your body froze, cold breath came from behind you. You looked back to see Tim smiling at you. What's worse it didn't even reach their eyes.

“ B-Brother Tim-” You voiced, trying to smile but your eyes landed on Steph. She looked one step away from losing control. Her normal shiny blue eyes were replaced with something dark and cruel.

You'd heard about it from your siblings and read about it in your books. Your sister was on the bridge of corruption. She gave you a pained smile as she bent down to your level. Tim stood behind you both.

“ Steph-” You called, touching her face, it was so warm - you had a hard time believing she was okay. “ Are you alright?” , you asked. She leaned into your touch and during it her eye landed on your finger.

“ Blood..” she breathed. Tim looked down and suddenly the ground began to shake. You looked up and met his glowing eyes.

Your mind reminisced of how Duke looked when he said those words - his words trailing out.

His brown eyes had turned shaded and he voiced staring into the abyss. “-Espers would destroy the world if harm was done to their guide.”

And here it is folks! Enjoyyyy and be sure to sent me love and comments. Love you byeee

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 :

@animegoddess15 , @cleverruinsobject , @tacodeemon , @delias-stuff , @cupid73 , @ekest , @wassupbroski55555 , @cvpidsbow2323 , @lowkeyjarrr

[ahavaas]

(sometimes we wank and sometimes we play. I'm playing! yeah this is an old one, plz be sweet to @kuntya, who's having fun too, I think.)

see, I don't hate the idea of (bad ending au, sorry, I will explain) Jiang Cheng promoting Wei Wuxian to idk Necromancer Supreme of Yunmeng Jiang, dressing him up all gorgeous, pointing him at anyone who looks at them funny, and telling him to kill.

(hold on: let's contemplate that. let's think about that for a second. picture it in your minds.

okay! focus!)

see, I think the story is really clear about what happens when one supremely powerful guy tries to take over the world (he gets stibbity-stabbed. in the back. by someone he trusted. One Really Powerful Guy still has to eat, and sleep, and drink water that hasn't been poisoned by all the people who hate and fear him, y'know?) and the longer you play "I can and will kill all of you if you fuck with me," the more opportunities you create for everyone to get Really Worried, band together and wait for you to fall asleep.

should Jiang Cheng have been *looking* for an excuse to go to war maybe 1-2 years after everyone in the cultivation world finished a bloody war specifically to curbstomp the last Guy Who Was Way Stronger Than Everyone Else?

ehhhhhhhhh. *gestures vaguely* not a historian (not that this matters in discussions about Vague Fantasy China) but my general takeaway is "no".

it's a hard sell, right? "hello everyone. not being at war has been pretty fun, right? anyways. you know my shixiong? yeah, the one who keeps getting daydrunk. the one who does the necromancy that's bad for your soul and spirit. him, yeah, hahaha. he just killed a bunch of jin. without my knowledge or permission, yeah.

I mean, they were doing some fucked up shit! he was right to be pissed about it.

so we're at war with the jin now.

yeah, the largest distinct post-war population with the most money. hear me out.

if we kill em all and take their shit, WE will be the richest sect around. they're definitely doing some evil shit and they're going to be a problem in the future if we ignore it.

we can definitely do it! unstable drunk shixiong is *really good* at killing people (this is a good thing). the people he just killed (without checking in with me) definitely deserved it!

well. when the lan and the nie see us starting another war, I have to assume they will accept the righteousness of our cause and cheer us on. why would they be concerned? the last wildly powerful guy Killing 'Em All was Evil, but Wei Wuxian is Good, so. y'know. I'm sure everyone will be chill.

if they're not chill?

crazy idea! we have the moral high ground.

but in that case I guess the plan is wei wuxian will Kill All of Them too.

we're keeping it simple, stupid: we're gonna kill people until they fuck off and leave us alone. wei wuxian is *really really good* at killing people.

if something happens to him?

hahaha we might be kinda fucked, yeah.

not super clear on how the necromancy works but presumably he'll die eventually, yeah. definitely a problem for future us!

you're raising some valid questions and concerns for sure. the thing is: it's way too late for that! what's done is done! wei wuxian got (righteously) angry and made the call. we've got to deal with the situation at hand.

haha will that happen again? maybe? impossible to say! I cannot stress enough how little control I have over the unstable drunk guy who's really good at killing people for good and moral reasons! he follows his heart!

understandable. good luck out there, man."

(am I being a little goofy? sure: if you want to play with this idea, you'd probably want to focus on the existential threat posed by the power-hungry Jin commiting war crimes with impunity. you still have to play the hand you're dealt, which any way you look at it, still includes "our secret weapon is my unstable drunk (very charming!) shixiong with a heart of gold, excellent morals, and very little impulse control, and our plan is: righteous murder".)

idk again, playing-not-wanking: I just don't think any scenario where yunmeng jiang claims wei wuxian, shelters the wens, and says "wei wuxian is the fantasy equivalent of a nuke and we will let him off-leash if you fuck with us" leads to any kind of stable political situation. is it a fun idea? indubitably. is it hot? 1000%. does it work? idk man maybe you guys can square this circle, I feel like it ends badly.

Literally the main schism between me and the people who keep @-ing me is: did you believe Jiang Cheng when he said, "if you insist on protecting them, then I can't protect you"? If you think he was lying and he did in fact have the power to publicly defy every other sect in general, and Lanling Jin in specific, and still keep his promises to his own people, but he just chose not to exercise it for convenience, then yeah, he sucks

If you believed the narration when it said that the Jiang sect was in a pathetic position, and accept that Jiang Cheng was the youngest and least experienced sect leader in the room who had zero support from the other sects during that time (Nie-Jin-Lan had just entered into a brotherhood and left him out! This was way before Yanli and Zixuan got married!), then every single take from the people in the first camp is insane goblin speak and we will literally never get anywhere

[punchspeedchunk]

Hey there other Furries

I'm going to need to remind y'all once again to STOP BEING FUCKING ELITIST ABOUT SUITING.

Do you know how many young kids I met at Winterfest who were clearly young furs just dipping their toes into the pool of fursuiting? Do you know how many of them came up to me and got so excited when they found out I made my own fursuit head? Like 'oh shit, this stuff IS within my reach?'

Why do you think that is? Could it be because they keep getting the impression that 'real' furries have to spend hundreds to thousands just for a head? Because I KEEP seeing that bullshit peddled around the place and you need to KNOCK IT OFF.

My head was still not exactly budget, despite making it myself, materials cost a couple hundred and time and experience can't really be priced. It certainly wasn't my first or second iteration either, and you know what? I STILL don't think it's that great of a fursuit head.

But it also doesn't matter. Because I love wearing it. I get to be one of my fursonas out and about and have so much fun doing it. And my goal was encouraging the baby furs, because yeah! You can get to do this too! it's great!

And I don't give a shit how home-made or pre-fabricated any of their pieces were, I complimented every single one of them, because the point is for them to enjoy themselves and feel confident and good about fursuiting. The quality of their fursuit parts should only matter to them. Their fursuiting goals are THEIRS ALONE, there is no public standard they have to meet.

I know younger furries are getting discouraged, not just by the cost of fursuiting, but the pervading culture in online spaces around making people feel bad about not having 'proper' fursuits.

And I am going to bite the shit out of anyone I see perpetuating that shit! Furry is an alternative culture, it's not a fucking fashion club. We're not kicking people out for not having a fucking gucci fursuit. We're not fucking with this nonsense about poodling and making up rules about what counts as 'real' suiting.

I'm not suggesting you don't have separate group pics for people in full and partial suits for whatever aesthetic categorizing you're doing, but for the love of FUCK, do NOT start trying to push this elitism over who plays dress-up of their own character/fursona the best, and who's 'not allowed' to do it in public without having a polished suit. (And do not get me started on the 'rules'. If your group has a 'no heads off in public spaces' rule it belongs to YOUR GROUP and NOT any other furry or cosplayer hanging out at the same place who is not affiliated with your group).

Fuck off with your elitist shit. You're driving out the new kids, you're being ableist and classist, and you're missing the fucking point of alt culture community.

Signed ~ A bitch who is having so much fun in her current home-made suit head that she's started making more and fuck you if you think they look shit cause I don't care!

Me at Winterfest with the Bae. I only made my head, I bought the paws and the tail (Can't see the tail but it's generic white and has lights in it and I bought it in a silent auction last Aurawra to replace my tail that fell apart).

And below is where I started btw, back in 2009, at Midfur that year, which was my first Furcon ever and was one of the best experiences of my life. That half-mask and tail were so skrunkly and made of millenary wire and the skin of a stuffed bear I tore apart, but no one said shit! No one discouraged me! Everyone was super fucking nice and we all just got to chill without bullshit! THIS is what Furry culture is about! I was encouraged to do more because I loved the culture!

[davrinsleftpectoral]

Thursday bangers 7-10

Rules: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays). 

Thanks @woundedsoul12 for making this fun prompt game and @brennacedria for hosting this week! Thanks for the tags @chaosherald @aetherflowers and sending out no pressure tags to @serensama @seaglassmelody @notyourmamasdeerbat @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @jukkaricity @himluv @jenn2d2 @mythals-whore @biowaredisasterbisexual @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @himluv @pixiedurango

Baby, you're all that I want | When you're lyin' here in my arms | I'm findin' it hard to believe | We're in heaven. - Heaven, Bryan Adams

It’s… kind of fluff? 1.8k of Turvi under the cut. 

==

The first rays of light were hitting the little tent. Turvi usually was the first up. He liked to get up and start the fire and get water heating before she woke up. But they were sharing one bedroll and sleeping bag because it had been colder the previous night. She’d laughed but given in, letting Turvi sleep wrapped around her. He was always colder than she was.

He laid still, breathing her in and holding her close, grateful that all the craziness with Solas and the gods had given him this; given him her. What could he possibly want more than being here with her? She started stirring, not quite ready to open her eyes.

“Ugh. You’re already awake, aren’t you?” She mumbled, burying her face deeper into him.

He chuckled, running his hand up and down her arm. “You know me, too much energy to stay in bed for long.” He leaned over to kiss the top of her head. 

“Then get out of here and let me sleep for 10 more minutes,” she said, trying to push him out of the bedroll. 

The sun hadn’t climbed high enough to get the chill out of the air, and he immediately regretted leaving the warmth of the tent. He briefly wondered how mad she’d be if he went back inside and found more interesting ways to warm up and wake her up. But then they’d be late getting back on the road, and they had hoped to reach the outskirts of Redcliffe by midday. Reluctantly he pulled on his boots and got to work on the fire. 

==

They shared a simple breakfast of cheese and bread with hot tea before they packed up their camp. Turvi had wanted to make coffee, but strangely, there hadn’t been any in their packs. He’d only found several varieties of tea. They must have run out. Odd that she didn’t make him get more at the last town they’d come through. 

Once all the gear was loaded onto the horse, she climbed up first, and then turned and looked at him expectantly. “What are you waiting for? Get up here so we can go.”.

“I just haven’t ridden a horse before,” he said, suddenly nervous. 

“What are you talking about? Did you somehow get gingerwort truffle tea, instead of the Fereldan black? We have been riding this horse for a good week now,” she said, confused. 

He shook his head, as if that would clear the fog in his head. “Right, sorry. I just can’t get used to riding a horse. At least I get to hug you the whole way,” he grinned up at her. This was also the only time she was up higher than him. 

“Oh get up here, you boob. Ma is waiting for us!”

==

As the sun climbed higher, the warmth helped to dispell Turvi’s brain fog. And the closer they got to Harding’s childhood home, the more excited he got. 

“Can I call your Ma ‘Ma’? She won’t mind, right? I haven’t had someone to call Ma in a long time. Think she’ll let me cook dinner one night? Something Rivaini maybe. Is your Ma a hugger? If she’s as cute and little as you, I won’t be able to resist.” 

Harding gently elbowed him in the stomach. “Stop it, you aren’t allowed to be embarrassing. And you’re spiraling. She will love you as much as I do, relax.”

“I’m not worried. Just happy to finally meet the second most important person in your life,” he joked. 

“She’s about to be the only person in my life if you don’t relax a little,” she said, trying to sound threatening, but she couldn’t totally hide the smile in her voice. “I might accidentallymake the horse speed up and if you fall off, I might not notice until I’m pretty far away…”

Turvi leaned closer, squeezing her tight and resting his chin on the top of her head. “You might have more personal space that way, but you’d miss me.”

“Yeah you’re right. I need someone to reach the things in the high cabinets.”

“And no one else massages your sore leg like me,” he said, kneading her right thigh. 

Harding squealed and jumped. Twisting to swat at his hand she yelped, “Stop that! It tickles! You really will make this horse throw both of us. And my leg is perfectly fine. Why would I need you to massage just the one?”

Turvi didn’t have an answer for her. Why would he feel the need to massage her leg? 

Harding twisted in the saddle to look at him. She put a hand on his forehead, furrowing her brow. “Is the sun getting to you? Do you need more water?” Instead of waiting for an answer, she handed him a canteen. He took it wordlessly, drinking to try to ease both of their minds. 

“It’s not the sun,” he mumbled. “I don’t know what it is. My head feels a little muddy. But I slept fine, didn’t hit my head. I feel like myself but… off.”

“You didn’t eat those little pink berries we passed a while ago, did you? I told you not to eat them, they’ll make you hallucinate.”

“No Lace. I didn’t eat any berries. Maybe it’s too much excitement. I’ll probably feel better once we get to your house,” he said, not sounding very convincing. Harding glanced over her shoulder again but Turvi didn’t miss how she spurred the horse on to trot faster.

==

They came around a bend in the lane, and a little cottage came into view. Harding perked up, practically bouncing in the saddle. 

“Harding! This house is as cute as you are!” Turvi exclaimed. He gasped, “Am I going to have to duck to walk around inside?”

She fondly rolled her eyes at him, even though he couldn’t see it. “You aren’t that tall, Rook,” she laughed. 

When they got to the house they tied the horse to a post out front for the time being. Harding didn’t bother knocking, just flung the door open, yelling for her Ma.

Her Ma was in the kitchen, wearing an apron and kneading dough. Harding didn’t wait for her Ma to stop and clean her hands, instead flinging herself directly into her mother’s arms. Her Ma immediately started crying and hugging her daughter. Turvi gave them a minute before he joined in, wrapping his arms around them both. 

“Hi, I’m Turvi,” he said, smiling at the pair of dwarves in his arms.

“Oh,” she said, wiping her eyes. “You must be the pirate boyfriend,” she said with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Ma! That’s not what I said!”

Turvi laughed, feeling his nervous tension ebbing away. Whatever brain fog he’d been fighting all morning seemed distant. Here in this small cottage with his love and her mother in his arms, felt right. He picked up Harding and her Ma and gave them a spin, Harding squealing and Ma laughing. 

“Put us down before you make me and Ma sick!” Harding demanded.

Still laughing, Turvi set them down, careful to be sure they were both steady on their feet before he let go. “You know me, Harding. I’m trouble,” he grinned. He shook his head. Harding didn’t call him that, someone else did. But who? 

==

Ma made them enough dinner to feed a small army, but it was the best food he’d had in a long time. He didn’t miss constantly fighting to save the world, but he did miss Lucanis’ cooking. 

After dinner, Harding and her Ma were catching up, curled up in front of the fireplace. Turvi excused himself to take a walk outside. He needed to burn off some energy and move a little after so much rich food.

Harding came outside looking for him a few hours later. She found him lying in the grass behind the cottage, admiring the stars. 

“Hey,” she said. 

“Hey,” he replied, continuing to look at the sky. 

“Aren’t you cold out here? You hate being cold.”

“I was warm. I walked and did some stretches and push ups. But now that I’m sitting still, I’m a little chilly.” He turned to look at her and opened his arms. “Come warm me up?”

Harding smiled down at him and held up the blanket she’d brought with her. She joined him on the ground, tucking herself into his side. Turvi pulled the blanket over them and sighed in contentment. 

“The stars are amazing here. I can’t see nearly this many back home,” he said in a hushed voice. 

“Back home? In Rivain? I’m sure you can a lot of stars when you’re on the coast,” she said, turning to look at him quizzically. 

“No, back home in Dock Town. From the top of the apartment building I’m lucky to see any, since it’s cloudy so often.”

“Rook. What do you mean at home in Dock Town? We haven’t been there in months.”

It was his turn to give her the quizzical look. “Yes home. The apartment I bought for us, above the business space. Remember when  I surprised you with it? And how much you hated the color?” He continued. 

Harding furrowed her brow, real concern showing on her face. “Love, we don’t live in Dock Town. We’ve mostly been on the road for the past year. We even talked about having a little house out here, near Ma,” she reminded him, voice starting to waver. 

Turvi sat up and rubbed his temples. “No, Lace, that’s not right. Something isn’t right.”

She sat up and put her hand on his forehead again. “Are you sick? Maybe tomorrow we should see a healer. I’m worried about you.”

“I don’t feel sick,” he mumbled, feeling lost. 

“We’ll figure it out, okay? Together,” she promised. Harding put a hand on each side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Turvi leaned down, glad for the distraction. Only, why did he have to lean down so far? Wasn’t she normally the perfect height for him? No. No that was… someone else. Lace pulled back, feeling his hesitation and ending the kiss. 

“You know I love you, Lace. But I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. That this,” he said, gesturing between them, “is wrong. That maybe… you aren’t supposed to be here at all,” he finished in a soft voice. 

Tears filled Lace’s eyes and he felt like a monster. She sniffled once and took a deep breath. “I trust you, Turvi. Tomorrow we can go into Redcliffe and find a healer or mage, and see if they can help us,” she said resolutely. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, full of gratitude. He reached out and pulled her into a hug, and she buried her face in his chest. What was wrong with him? He was with his best friend that loved him. He had a family, a mother, again. He should be happy. He was happy. But the nagging feeling in his heart that he didn’t belong here continued to grow. 

==

To be continued!

I wonder if Zalan is feeling okay?

[soratonin]

isagi x sora x barou love triangle ............... much 2 consider

[zvahlne]

watching the new mermaid video finally and aaron saying "jess" mid video caught me so off guard.. also pinkie cake reference(s) omg<3

[wolfwarrior142]

There's more than one staff like Viren's???!??!?!??!?!

Also at first I was like "Aww Sneezles is on Rayla's shoulder this time." Until I realized this looks like the area they're standing in at the beginning of the trailer. THAT is why Callum doesn't have Sneezles or his staff. FEAR.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

jareddd 😭 alanaaa (from jane clifford / jane.clifford.jaam instagram)

[scarapanna]

Hey y'all!!

I've hosted this poll on my yt and figured I should do so over here too hadhsb

Anyhow I've been thinking of making some more non-Intertwined opposites related animatics, maybe picking back up some old hk ocs and animate them a bit.

[kalosian-woods]

hey, synchro anon here!

actually pretty curious about the rest of ash's pokemon during the bond business arc, like they definitely must've witnessed some stuff in some way. same thing with the rest of the kalos gang(except they witnessed the whole thing)

That's a pretty good question!! I feel like a large proportion of that would depend on how their (whoever it is + Greninja/Ash) relationship would've been prior to the whole thing, because it did start with an evolution and a split-second chance in some village no one else has ever seen. Going by AU rules for this, because geez barely anyone was out for Ash-Greninja ngl.

At the start, I don't think a lot of them would react? The birds (Hawlu and Talonflame) are probably more concerned with whatever Noibat is doing, and Serena with her group are dealing with the end of the Showcase season and Eevee herself while Bonnie is poking around places with Squishy and having fun (Clemont is doing Clemont things dw about it :P). Pikachu is the only one apart from Ash that has an inkling as to what's on the horizon and is the only mon that is constantly watching this, but is kind of powerless to stop their folie à deux, so to speak (that's definitely going to be a fic name btw). Tbf, Greninja is becoming Ash, right? Ash wants this. That's their strength, and Pikachu should be is comfortable in his own strength. Soon enough they'll grow out of their facination and become better. They have to. (I think deep down, Pikachu hates it. Not because Ash isn't his anymore, but because Ash isn't Ash. Isn't the one he chose, isn't the one he grew up with, isn't the one he travelled with. This Ash is a stranger. This Ash is leaving them all behind. All that's left is dust and smoke.)

Now that I think about it, wasn't Talonflame out there for the Anistar Gym Battle? While it wasn't there for the actual prophecy itself, bro must've felt the power in the battle and the way everyone held themselves throughout their time there. The focus that even the Professor was having. Talonflame would've definitely picked at Frogadier until he got a short answer, but left it out of his mind after hearing it. Great power in the future? That's called evolving, dummy!

Hawlucha is really going to have his metaphorical hands full with Noibat/Noivern, but I'm sure he's going to notice the difference, especially since he has trained with Greninja before. He knows how stubborn the frog can be, but seeing the way that they're both getting more crazier about the bond without any care for themselves is... not good, to say the least. He's a bit more softer now, so a lot less bickering would happen, but Hawlu wouldn't sit by and do nothing for long. At some point, even the best need to rest to continue on. Noivern has absolutely no idea what's going on but can sense how Ash (and Greninja) are more intense now. It's a bit unsettling, but then again have you seen Talonflame? Maybe it's just the way they express their feelings in battle. In the end, that's still her friends and family!

With the people themselves, Clemont was purely interested in it from a scientific point of view. Recording data of their transformations and documenting it will go a long way in understanding the bonds between people and Pokemon, and also a long way in solving the mystery that is Ash himself. This could be the key to a world where both people and Pokemon can live together! ...But the tent is always empty at night. And why does his own heart hurt when he sees the signal split? And why does he understand Wulfric when he shakes his head at Ash and tell him that he isn't ready yet? Wasn't Ash the ideal (in battling and with Pokemon and with courage most of all)?

Quilladin at first thinks it's cool but then goes on to think it's stupid, but he's probably jealous (...and maybe misses his friend) (and his Trainer's friend too, of course). Luxray thinks it's stupid too but that's their decision, and as long as Clemont isn't doing the same that's not her problem. Bunnelby gives no comment.

Serena has a bit more clarity and confidence with her intuitive nature at this point, or at least after Showcases, and feels very worried for Ash as a result. He used to train a lot before, it's true, but now he's going overboard. Greninja too. They're barely around, and they're getting hurt in ways that people and Pokemon do not get hurt. They're changing in ways... she doesn't like. And maybe it's because she lost the Master Class afterwards when it really hits her that she knows, utterly, that feeling of losing and not wanting to lose. To do anything to prevent that (her aching wrist is a reminder). Maybe... when they finally reach Snowbelle. Maybe that's a good place to talk. After the Gym Battle, he'll totally be a bit more calmer, right?

Braixen was just warming up to Frogadier when he goes back to being a prick as Greninja, so she thinks it's a resurgence of the Froakie mindset™. Pancham totally doesn't care but would not be opposed to oh, I don't know, Greninja actually being free to talk once in a while. Sylveon is just bombarded with feelings all around and just prefers to not be around them, thanks, but can and will step up to the plate later on in her own arc because enough is enough :(

Basically, it's a whole mess with the group lol. No matter how this AU goes, just know that everyone will have very loud opinions on the Bond but will find themselves hard-pressed to find the right moment to address it, because Squishy is gone and oh, no, we need another Princess Key and we lost Noibat to another strong wind, rip, and don't forget the invention about to explode in 0.01 seconds. And also Team Rocket.

[ranvwoop]

they keep putting me in terrible nightmares And then i just gotta roll over and go back to sleep . And no time has even passed

[possibly-in-wonderland]

oh...okay.

[itwoodbeprefect]

am i gay? send tweet

[cursedthing]

.the funny thing is that when we record logs since there aren't that many external forces we can bounce off of we just end up making youmjer incredibly tired and a little pathetic. something somethinc it needs enrichment

[ultra-violetra]

so I wanted to say that since I'm really enjoying this event, I will likely continue to post about it, including analysis. I want to talk about the game mechanics and strategies but it's been so hard to do without people thinking you're talking about the discourse. I think as a community we all need to be a little less jumpy about this event, because I've seen posts of people being afraid to talk about the team their watching because they don't want to be dragged into discourse. I think a lot of genuinely lighthearted posts about a fun event are being misconstrued as something malicious

all of my posts are made with the spirit of friendly competition. a lot of other people are posting like this too! people should be able to do this without getting accused of hating ccs or being unfair

i've been posting a lot about red team, specifically because that's who i've been watching the most. i watch pretty much every english speaking qsmp member, it just so happens that right now i have a sub to foolish so i've been watching him so i don't have to deal with ads. because of this, i will probably continue to talk about red team the most. i'll talk about blue and green teams when i watch them! if i had the time to watch vods from every team and do a complete strategy analysis, i would. but I don't have that time. i genuinely don't care which team wins, but that doesn't mean I won't be rooting for certain teams on certain days. like on day 2, red team going from barely visible on the score bar to winning the day was an amazing underdog story! of course i'm going to root for them! and for day 3 I was rooting for green team because i want to see fitmc tryhard!

at the end of the day this is a fun event. it's fun for the ccs so it should be fun for the fandom. and if you're scrolling thru tags and getting upset/annoyed/angry at people posting about a friendly competition, you might need to reevaluate yourself

[biillys]

band au where billy, eddie, and tommy are in a punk/metal/heavy rock band and are successful etc whatever anyway. Anyway.

the idea of them being interviewed and the interviewer asking tommy about his sexuality becos both billy and eddie are publicly bi

billy and eddie being like. hold the fuck up. u can't just ask someone that. but tommy, king of openness and honesty and also just a naive bitch, being like. i've been with my girl since seventh grade and i know she's it for me but like. guys are cool. can't confirm personally but guys are definitely cool. and being an awkward mess about it

the guys groaning and dropping their heads to their hands and jesus christ. shut the fuck up, man and the interviewer being like. so, bi?

tommy blushing like. aha ha ! when you put it like that !

them returning to the tour bus after and eddie being like. first of all that interviewer was a cunt for asking u that. second of all. [twirls hair] u can't confirm?

and billy cutting in like. we can help you confirm. we can 100% help you confirm. i already messaged carol and she's cool with it. said as long as we promised to return u in one piece, we can do whatever you want.

ANYWAY the idea of the guys having a threesome simply becos tommy's like. Well It'd Be Nice To Know For Sure. and billy and eddie giving him a night he'll never forget that bleeds into a morning he'll always remember

then the idea of someone bringing up that interview or asking tommy if he's Figured It Out Yet? and billy being like that's none of your fuckin' business only for tommy to jump in and be like oh i figured it out alright. i'm bi as FUCK.

and then all the fans and stans etc losing their minds on social media like what is THAT supposed to mean and why did billy and eddie fuck him so good that he said it like That