#as a treat for making myself draw their armors

[faroplagued]

Every once in a while, a smile.

[fr-wiwiw]

Progress on the knights drawing

I'm proud of this specific part :") I'm gaslighting myself to love the complexity of armors, it works lol. My lineart work improves too!

It's heavily gahan inspired but atp this is gahan tbh.. I've been thinking to put a cross etching on the armor or a cross bracelet on this knight's wrist 💀 I remember talking about the knights with @gayautisticraccoon and then @clawbehavior ask about this from the wip ask game so here's a lil bit of a treat for us. Since I've been occupying myself with commission, I wanna treat myself with self indulgence by doing this personal project xD

Here's the full picture of the progress. Still figuring out the lighting and what to make with the backgrounds. Need some tweaking here and there too with the expressions and what not

[neverchecking]

Awww… thank you for the nice comments about my drawing… I do really think that I could have done better ;-; but I’m glad that you liked it. And thank you for the banana, since you were nice to give me a gift, I shall return the favor!

Mature Content Warning.

{ A bit of context: Ok so I ship my oc (her name is D.A. as a nickname) with Link (BOTW/TOTK) a lot… for many different reasons but all you need to know that D.A. is a Tall Queen and Link is her Short King. But that will be another story for another time, so this will be about the Reader of any gender, and the Chain. }

The chain and the reader are just hanging around at a campsite, doing their own thing. Unfortunately it is very hot outside and Wild is not having it at all. So after lunch is over, he chills next to reader under a tree and tries to take a nap. While he sleeps, he began to have a bit of a fun dream. He sees himself at the bottom of the hill, (in the Barbarian Armor cuz I’m that type of person) and on the top of this hill, he sees his flower, but he has to climb to get to them. So he climbs and climbs and climbs, ironically enough, the higher he goes, the hotter the atmosphere is around him. Wild starts to sweat and sweat, but he doesn’t stop, he wants his lover so badly. It’s only at the top, he realizes that his sweetie is a giant now, and unfortunately they can’t hear him from way down there. So he gently climbs onto the hot smooth skin of this beautiful being in front of him. He continues to climb, up their body, all soft and warm, and Wild is starting to become crazy, just aching for relief from this mayor yet. Finally, he makes he way face to face with his lover, with him standing on their chest. And an reward for climbing all the way to the top, Wild is given a kiss from this beautiful beautiful being (kinda like how those huge fairies kiss him when he upgrades or something? I haven’t played the game .3.) When the kiss is done, suddenly there is this waterfall above Wild, giving him the cooling relief he craved so bad as he wails out in satisfaction. Once the ordeal is over, Wild opens his eyes and is meet with a bunch of eyes on him. The Reader and the chain just look at him.

Reader is confused and concerned.

Wind doesn’t even has a clue what is going on as his eyes are being covered by Legend, Hyrule was attempting to cover Wind’s eyes but failed miserably.

Twilight and Sky both have second had embarrassment.

Calamity refuses to acknowledge what the hell just happened for his own mental sanity.

Warriors just has a smirk on his face.

Sage is just disgusted….. DISGUSTING!

And any other Link that I missed, their just have the confusion of da highest orda.

As for Wild… he feels like he is on top of something… so he slowing looks down, face is totally painted the bright shade of red by the way, and below him is an unfortunate (chulu? I honestly don’t know, it’s the blue thing with the eyes) jelly. The jelly seems like it has seem better days, and it wants to be out of its memory. Luckily it’s wish is granted, Wild pulls out his sword and pops it instantly. Eventually everyone continues to go about their day, refusing to mention anything that happened… all but one person that is…

Sage: Y’all get mad at me for how I act, but HE gets a PASS!? …. F all of y’all, all of y’all can go suck a caterpillar di-

Then the Reader just pulls Sage away to give him a stern lectures on how to treat people, but he’ll never listen…

So yeah… I know I draw but I seriously need to start writing all my random ideas and put them on this app… I named myself “mrswritter” damnit!! I’ll work on this one day… but I hope you enjoyed this! Please take your time as you relax from the requests, you’ve feed us so well, now we shall pay the bill. This story was my payment, and as a tip, here’s an apple, a red one this time! 🍎

BRO THE MEAL YOU JUST FED ME I AM LICKING MY FINGERS

Legend is offended on your behalf. Like he is acting like a wounded mother who had someone swear in front of her kid. Hyrule is like, hand to the mouth, shocked.

Twilight is just defeated bc that was who he was mentoring and he doesn't know if he failed wild or Wild failed him. Sky doesn't know where the timeline went wrong.

Time is wondering if it's too late to go back and eradicate the timeline. Wars for sure is smirking because now he gets to hold this over Wild's head forever.

And Cal and Sage? They are by far the most insulted. Cal is downright disgusted since he's more duty bound than the other two, so he's a little more...sophisticated in a way. Sage is furious. He kisses you one time and they separate the two of you for two hours. But Wild can do this and just...get away with it?!

Fucking Double Standard. He is ranting and raving about this constantly. He even gets Cal on his side.

Reader has to prolly scold them both lmao.

I enjoyed it very much! Honestly, it was a struggle to start consistently writing for me lmao. I require no payment, but tidbits like this are always appreciated! Since you've switched it up, I shall too! 🍋 Have a lemon!

[mikal0ver]

My Artfight 2024 Attacks Week 1!

I honestly am taking a break on saturday and sunday for art fight to avoid burnout! So I decided to post all my artfight attacks of the week. I think I may do this every week of July !

I did 18 attacks (4 friendly fire)! This is my first artfight, so I think I got really excited, and I just went ham! I probably am gonna go more slow next week, so I don't exhaust myself.

Warning!! You are probably gonna see me nerd out and gush about their ocs and mines! Especially the Dragon Age and Star Wars Ocs!

I try putting everyone's socials and artfight accs as best as I could!! The ones soley with @ signs use the same tumblr and artfight users!

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First Attack ( deinonychus on artfight! I didn't see another socials but I encourage you to attack them if you are artfighting !)

Shandri Amblecrown

This attack was my first one, and I really enjoyed drawing their oc! The shape was really fun!

Second Attack ( @arimabari ) A Fadeful Meeting

This one was a dragon age oc, Lulafey Tabris!! It was a fellow tabris origin oc, so I drew them with my tabris (Kaellian Tabris) ! It is really interesting to see every one's dragon age oc have different personalities and different routes in Dragon Age Origins! I decided to have them meet in the Fade because currently Kaellian is stuck in the Fade because of her fellow elf wardens, Eloise Surana and Theron Mahariel, messing with the fade rifts that were everywhere during Dragon Age Inquisiton! And Allistar is there just because our tabris ocs happen to both romance Alistar. He may or may not have been left behind there from a certain decision in DAI, so I set up the premise for Lulafey going to save and find him!

If you like Dragon Age ocs, check out them!! I read all the lore for them on artfight, and it is so good!!!

Third Attack (ukeeyo on artfight, and find ukeeyo on instagram as well !)

Something Something Barbie Princess

I put ukeeyo's two ocs, clai and ayden, in a barbie princess au!

Fourth Attack ( wintersoldier on artfight, and sieg_lindes on twt)

Atticus Sura

It is another dragon age oc! I really loved drawing him!! Drawing full colors has been a learning experience!

Fifth Attack ( rainyboii on artfight and rainyrevery on insta)

SHARKBOY!! (Sebastien)

This was my first friendly fire!! I really liked this oc! It was soo cute!

SIxth Attack ( Lemon_snail_ on artfight and snail.lemon on insta)

A Trolley of Treats

This is their oc, Avie!

Seventh Attack (@awfulwingz)

Two Jedi at a Bar

This was my second friendly fire! But this piece was so funn!! Their oc Konar is a Jedi Knight and a consular, centered in Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic! (sidenote: I lowkey wanna play this game? It sounds really interesting. I heard there is a remake coming out in 2024 possibly?) And my oc Talon Akos is a jedi master from the clone wars era! I really loved the look of Konar, and I was like wait aren't our jedi from two different time periods? I made Konar stumbled upon Talon who somehow dimension/time traveled by accident. He is witnessing Talon in his most miserable state (he is without his clone captain Poppy).

I am probably gonna attack them again. They have interesting star wars ocs. ┗(｀O ´)┛

Eighth Attack ( Zen_chix on artfight!)

Xena Cousland

another dragon age oc! This time it is a cousland origin one! This one was my first revenge!! I need to practice drawing more armor.

Ninth attack (deinonychus on art fight)

Unnamed Pirate Lady

He revenged me for my first attack on them, so I had to revenge them back!! They drew my oc Kasenna so beautifull, so I attacked them as soon as possible!

Tenth attack (@arimabari)

Lettie !

They revenged me as well! So I had to strike at him again! It is was once again a dragon age oc I chose! Her oc Lettie was so cute! I never think to make a dragon age child oc. I may have too hmm!

Eleventh attack ( crankkitx on artfight and @vkeverchanging )

Angel of Music!!

This one was a friendly fire and revenge attack! It was a Phantom of the Opera 1990s SI ! I actually never watch the Phantom of the Opera miniseries 1990s! I only seen the musical one with Ramin Karimloo and the movie one! I may check it out!

Twelfth attack (felix_3b on artfight and felixbooth.illustration_on insta)

Red 20 fish spotted!!

Buuryi was such a fun oc to draw !! The colors are really so fun! I tried using new texture brushes to try out new methods! This was also a revenge attack as they drew my mass effect oc!

Thirteenth attack (lunar_strz on artfight)

Sponsered Vampire with Vampire Exclusive Sports Drink

Honestly, this drawing came out of nowhere because I wanted to draw this oc oliver who is a vampire with a sponsorship. Do Vampire even exercise or do sports?

Fourteenth attack (ItsBubblePuff on artfight and twt)

Painting Time!

This one I loved so much! The character was so bubbly and vibrant and I loved the colors!!!

Fifteenth attack (@caemetry)

SPOOKKY!!!!!!

This one was supper fun!! I really was loving the sketch, and the nose I drew omg I was so happy!!

Sixteenth attack ( Mazeonmars on artfight and Mazeonmars_ on insta!)

Trooper Down Time

This was a needed friendly fire!! ITS A CLONE OC!!! I was so excited when I saw she had clone ocs! I need to practice drawing clone armor and this was the perfect time!! Deadline is the main oc I wanted to draw, and he is the one surfing! I made him surf with his shield, and I drew another one of her ocs, commander safari !!

Seventeenth attack (Auntie_Wally on artfight!)

Star wars au: Sugie Bean!

I found her oc with the random character finder on artfight! I drew her oc with my dear beloved padawan oc Rasha! I love star wars too much so I put Sugie Bean in star wars!

Eighteenth Attack ( @catd3mon)

Clone Beach Episode!

This was a revenge attack because he drew my two star wars ocs Clone Captain Poppy and Jedi Master Talon Akos so beautifully!! Like it fueled me to go crazy and draw all their clones. I had so much fun with this piece! I sketched, lined, and colored this piece! I need to find more clone ocs!!!!! The clone ocs included are SGT. Ripcurl, ARC Trooper Jaro, Socket, Shipwreck, and Chime!

I also did a little thumbnail as well!

Well, this is all for now!! If u have a artfight account with star wars ocs or dragon age ocs, drop the user please!! Same with DND ocs and other ocs! I am down to draw anything! This week has been such a good start!

[cloverdaisies]

INSANITY: LEE SANGYEON

“i want you to make the darkness disappear. i want to drive to crazy. my love is dangerous.”

a lee sangyeon imagine based on the song insanity by the boyz: request from my lovely darling @winterchimez ☆

contains: mature themes¡ slightly toxic relationship¡ half angst¡ half fluff¡

“sunday morning.. rain is falling..” his sweet honey voice echoed through the room bouncing off the empty walls in a sinister melody. audible from the room next door, the tune broke the silence of the fresh aftermath of a recent argument lurked over the home.

living with sangyeon was glamorous hell:

- he’d treat you like royalty one day and hate your guts the next

- he’d shower you with gifts and love one day, then fill you with words hate and malice the next

- he’d surround you with everything you loved one day then surround you with your very worst nightmare the next.

the kind of love that draws you in and out but you just can’t let go of it. his bright white smile and sweet sycamore eyes were enough of an apology for his harsh little sayings that just seemed to slip off the tip of his tongue on his worst days.

“honey?” my ears pricked up at the endearment, beckoning me to listen like a siren to the words he had to say. “would you please lay with me a while, my head is feeling ill and i’d like some company.”

if only minutes before he wasn’t screaming about how he hated my very existence and how he didn’t want me in his space at all. he didn’t mean it. i tell myself in short snaps of thoughts that are evidently in denial. he was receiving therapy, which he drove himself to everyday to talk about his duplicitous behavior and lack of mind control. he’d bring home new medicines that sat in the cupboard rotting away for weeks as no placebo seemed to fool the voices in his head to go away.

which is why i feel that the antidote is to wrap my arms around him feeling his muscles relax and his eyes soften from a dark black to the familiar hazel brown they always were.

i trail my way over, in my silk garments bare footed against the polished wooden planks of the flooring, to the white leathered couch where he sprawled himself out like eros picking out fruit from a grape vine.

he gently whisked me into a romantic embrace, where i was warmed into his soft chest and cradled like a baby on his lap.

“will you make it go away?” he asked softly.

“make what go away, my cherub?” i replied stroking the soft wisps of hair away from his face.

“the darkness. will you rid of it for me?” his eyes sparkled with tears that had broken out of the lids that held them.

“of course i will.” i pulled his head into my chest with a sigh, unable to see the boy cry. his mind was broken, in fact shattered to pieces. with the difficult career he’d chosen and the abundance of trauma behind him - he loved me, he showed that on his best days.

“my love is dangerous for you.” he looked up with sorrow written all over each feature of his face.

“that’s okay darling. we’re working on it together.” i reply with an exhausted sigh which hung on to the tip of my lips.

“but i don’t deserve you. i’ll drive you as crazy as me-” he began to vomit words which attempted to erase everything he wishes he never did.

when i first met the boy he was likely in god’s line of favorite angels, a sweet boy with no bone that held the ability to kill no more than a small fly. his career had deduced him to no more than mere emblem of success that would never be fulfilled, an object for passersby to gawk at and observe.

but he was my baby boy, my knight in shining armor, no matter how dangerous his love was, no matter how much he pulled me in and out of romance, he was my angel.

“shhh darling.” i hushed the hysterical boy in my embrace. “i’m here now yes? i always will be.”

“i love you.” he whispered looking up at me unsurely, his lips curving up into a small smile.

instead of replying, i sealed his lips with my own, letting all our problems fade out into a background of slow jazz music and warm low lighting.

lee sangyeon’s love was dangerous, but he made me feel like no other would.

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if you enjoyed this: request your own tbz member & song over on my profile! (anon is welcome)

i hope this fulfilled ur requests <3

[wh33zy]

Uhh I dunno if you still accepts asks atm, but I’ve been reading your fanfic for Kotetsu and I LOVE WHAT YOU DONE FOR HIM!!! Honestly thought S2 was gonna give him focus since I was sure from seeing the opening as he was seen closing his locker and that left me to believe (oh there’s gonna be a huge arc for Kotetsu?) but fast-forward to the end, THAT NEVER HAPPENED 😭

So I’m glad this fic exists so I pretend this was actually Season 2. Also, if you had to make a visual for Kotetsu’s Invisible Crusader costume (+ his and Barnaby’s stealth suit) what it would look like?

HOWDY! I do accept asks! Thank you so much for sending me one!!

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!! THANK YOU!! I'm also so nervous every time I post another chapter lol. My intention with No Good Deed was to give myself the series 2 that I wanted. I treat it like American comics where this is canon but it's just my universe. If I had the drawing talent, I would LOVE to make this into a comic book!

But DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON HOW BADLY THE WRITERS FUMBLED S2 OR I WILL RANT FOR PARAGRAPHS. I was also hoping that it would be focused on Kotetsu (expected it actually because the focus is always flipflopping between him and Barnaby). There's SO MUCH about Kotetsu and Ouroboros that we still don't know about!

I also wanted a specific focus where Barnaby was the support this time BUT could give crucial insight as someone who spent a good portion of his life doing investigations/getting obsessed with getting justice. Like WHY have that be a main part of his backstory and then be like "oh, well, he's done with that now, who cares?", especially when he STILL doesn't have answers about Ouroboros?

It just felt like if S2 decided to not add in three new random unlikeable characters, an entire Ryan backstory, all the casual friendship episodes in the first season, fiercely not letting Kotetsu and Barnaby stand no less than five feet away from each other 90% of the time, and making L.L. Audun a random adversary (and not even connect to ANY of the heroes by making him a past villain of Kotetsu's or SOMETHING), then the show would have made far more sense to be called TIGER & Bunny.

We also probably would have had less cringey and cooler fight scenes but I digress.

Suit Inspiration:

My vision for Wild Tiger's crusader suit was VERY much inspired by some of the early versions of Marvel and DC costume designs. Considering that Kotetsu would have been a crusader in the 60s very early 70s.

I was thinking something like Wildcat (DC) and Black Panther (Marvel) but with green tiger stripes, green claws, and a cape added like this:

BUT add the overall shape of Wild Tiger's cowl of his first suit so it comes across like more of a Tiger than a panther:

^^^Like this! I don't know WHY they got rid of the ears OR the cape!!! Not to mention I theorize the reason WHY Kotetsu is so clumsy in the Apollon suit is because it's BIG, HEAVY, CLUNKY ARMOR and he's used to lightweight, skin-tight, and having a full range of motion. AND I have the wildly unpopular opinion of preferring his first suit over Saito's.

NOW for the stealth suits for Wild Tiger and Barnaby:

SO I don't have the clearest vision here for them, but this is what they're supposed to be giving a mix of-

The Batman Beyond suit

and The Arkham Knight's suit:

BUT in their individual colours of course.

Kotetsu's helmet has the same ears that his first suit does and has claws, Barnaby's helmet has ears too but they look like the ones his regular Apollon armor has already.

Again, thanks SO much for the message and the ask! Please don't be shy to send asks my way as I very much welcome them!

[parasitefun]

How do you do it?

Do you have plot armor?

in a sense, yeah, i have a lot of weird life circumstances that i haven't really seen other people talk about very often, and i have the decision making capabilities of a trailer park boys character, so my whole life has just been about trying to stack as many advantages as i can to balance out the setbacks.

very short answer: shoplift and apply for government assistance whenever possible (AND NEVER SAY YOU SHARE YOUR FOOD/EAT WITH OTHER PEOPLE OR THEY WILL DENY YOU FOOD STAMPS, also hrt is often covered by medicaid)

further context under cut, because i'm a lil self conscious to talk about myself in depth lol

both severely neglected by and obsessed over by my mom, grew up in unpleasant environment due to hoarding>supremely sensitive and dissociative, very attuned to other peoples' feelings (sometimes)

left in front of tv and books and unrestricted internet use (when i had access to these things)>get really into art and language and develop a strong mental catalogue of concepts and preferences

dropped out of hs and became a shut in>focus all my energy on writing fanfic/drawing fanart and eventually meet osman thru the hotline miami fandom

can only connect with crazy people>form bond so intensely with osman that he flees from his abusive family to live with me and my mom after knowing me for less than a year, we become inseparable and help each other learn how badly we were fucked up by our childhoods/societal lack of support for abuse victims

no ged so i have to take manual labor jobs to get us away from my mom>bodily dissociation and crazy work ethic make me a fairly competent worker drone

my mom actively demands i buy her shit and fucks up my credit score and fucked up my general life prospects>other family feels bad and helps us out in emergencies (not anymore now that mom has taken so much)

get injured a bunch/be malnourished and dehydrated/develop illnesses>have to take health seriously and work thru my dissociation so i can take care of myself because i have no other option

develop weed dependency to deal with issues>smoking weed is very cool

work shit jobs with disenfranchised people>gain a sense of dignity and respect for everyone at the bottom of the food chain, stop being self deprecating and work on liking myself because the world already looks down on me and treats me like an idiot so i'm not gonna just agree

shitty attitude towards myself makes me have a shitty attitude in my relationship, i struggle with being osman's caretaker so so badly and lose YEARS to being severely miserable and trying to shoulder my problems on my own>osman telling me directly how badly i was doing forces me to start dismantling my internal self harm mechanisms and i am able to be in the moment and take things as they are for like the first time ever this year

have no idea where i'm going in life>go all over and learn the hard way how i'm supposed to act

[bisquicklite]

The Mass Effect - Skyrim cross over that no one asked for and I will likely never finish (but I did bother to write out the first chapter of because I am an anxious little whore of a woman :3)

Ghosts, Guns and Dragons

Chapter One

Cryptids of Akuze

2177 CE

From the journal of Reyna Wolfsbane

Translated from Dovahzul

“I do not know what day it is here, so I will leave the date a question. But in Tamriel, I believe it should be mid Second Seed, 4th era. From what they tell me, I was unconscious for several days while the healers here worked to bring me back from the brink of death.

When I awoke I found myself in an unfamiliar and strange place, too bright for the lack of windows. My weapons and armor have been taken, as well as the few potions I had brought with me on my journey. I am left near-naked in a thin robe that is pulled away whenever the healers need to check my wounds.

Men with severe faces questioned me, asking what business I had at a place called Akuze. That I wasn’t a colonist, and carried no identification. What group of mercenaries was I with? Where did the giant worms come from? Did I understand that this was a serious investigation, and that dozens of civilians and marines had lost their lives?

I told them what I knew-- about Miraak, how he fled our battle like a coward, how I chased him through a tear in Apocrypha into… Wherever we landed. There were giant worms, yes, and many dead bodies, some looking melted as if splashed with acid from a disgruntled alchemist. They laughed when I said we had rode through on dragons. That Sahrotaar was dragged underground by one of the worms, dying, but his soul stuck and unmoving.

They asked where the other dragon was, as if it was a joke, and didn’t seem to listen as I told them that Kruziikrel flew off. The dragon, once under Miraak’s control, seeing his cowardice, abandoned him.

They kept pressing me with questions, and I pressed back equally with my own concerns. Miraak was still out there, still possibly a danger - hopefully less so now, as he is down to one arm. It is possible that he has lost the Voice as well, but he has had centuries in the Apocrypha to learn how to be a danger to this new world. These men say that there was no trace of anyone else alive where we came through. No one fitting Miraak’s description. They treat me like I’m mad.

For now there is not much that I can do. I am kept shackled to my bed, and made to talk to another healer, this one claiming the title of a ‘psychologist’, Doctor Reed. She says I have delusions, that I have a sickness in my mind that makes me imagine things. This healer is kind, even if she doesn’t believe me, and has given me a sketchbook to draw in. Something about how art can be therapeutic. I have drawn memories from my time in the Apocrypha, and the faces of my companions so that I do not forget them. I write now in Dovahzul, as I still do not have a firm grasp of common writing or reading.

Doctor Reed looked over the pages that I have sketched, and while she says they are skillfully drawn I can’t help but to notice the disappointment and disturbance in her eyes.

They think I am mad here. But since escaping the Apocrypha and the reach of Hermaeus Mora, I feel I have taken back the sanity that was lost on Solstheim. My mind was clear until they gave me medicines that made me tired and foggy.

Miraak is still out there. I will find him.”

~~~

John Shepard internally sighed, more eager to get back to the red jello the nurse brought him than to continue this particular conversation. But there was an official investigation, because of course there had to be one after the shitshow Akuze turned into, to figure out what happened.

Fifty marines dead, a whole colony missing, and giant man-eating worms on the loose. As the sole survivor of the incident- aside from a crazy woman that appeared out of nowhere that he managed to save- there were questions he needed to answer.

“Right, we just wanted to go over your statement one last time, make sure we didn’t miss anything.” One of the investigators said, sounding casually enough. “Your squad arrived at the colony on Akuze at approximately 15-hundred hours.”

“Yes,” John cut in, a headache from the crack he took to the skull already pulsing again. It was almost time for another dose of medication to keep it in check while he recovered. He could guess the general direction the conversation was going to go, and decided to recount the important  details himself. “We searched the settlement and while we found no one alive, the colony was otherwise untouched. Later at about 18-hundred hours we set up camp a short distance away. At about 19-hundred hours a giant worm erupted from the ground and splashed half a dozen of my men with acid.”

He took a moment to breathe, and set his mind to focus on the facts of what had happened. Now was not the time to be getting emotional. Thankfully John was able to carry on calmly, even being watched closely for the two investigators.

The pair of them looked like they had never seen a day of combat. They were pencils pushers, who had the look of children going through a morbidly curious phase. It was the kind of job John's grandmother would have liked for him to have. A nice, safe, respectable career choice. One that wouldn’t suit his restless nature.

“From there it was, understandably, chaos. Someone managed to send out a distress call to get us out of there. We tried running, getting to higher ground, but my squad was quickly killed off…” John felt himself hesitate then, for just a second. What happened next he didn’t particularly want to recount.

If he didn’t tell it just right, he would surely end up with a discharge for being mentally unfit for service.

“Then, comms went down. We couldn’t radio out, hell, we couldn’t even radio each other. Our omnitools stopped working, everything electronic just went haywire.” Pressing on through the story he gestured upwards with the hand that was still holding the spoon for his gelatine snack, “The sky lit up, there was some kind of rippling explosion. That’s when they showed up.”

Before John could continue the shorter of the two men piped up in his nasally voice, “By ‘they’ you mean Miss Reyna Wolfsbane and her friend that we have yet to find, known only as ‘Miraak’?”

John blinked at learning the woman's name. There hadn't been time for introductions on Akuze. He had been too busy trying to survive, and she had been busy trying to get at the masked man she appeared with.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t  exactly call them friends.” John interrupted again with a slight chuckle. He shook his head as he continued to explain, “They were fighting. I know a playful sparring session when I see it. Those two were out for each other’s blood.”

John remembered how she had screamed, shouting words he didn’t understand and his translator didn’t know what to do with. But with each shout the air rippled with shock that he felt in his bones. Force and anger radiated out of the pair of them.

His first impression, seeing the two descend from the hole in the sky on the backs of dragons had been awestruck. Then a thought of how hard he had hit his head in the initial attack, and that he was possibly hallucinating. The look on the remaining Marines at his side told him it was real.

But now, in an Alliance hospital where he was recovering from a concussion and acid burns, with no evidence to prove what he saw, he had to fit the story to their expectations.

"When we saw them we thought they were LARPers-" John had started to resume his story when he was cut off by the taller investigator.

"Sorry, LARPers?" One of the men squinted his eyes at the unfamiliar word.

"Live Action Role Player." The other answered the question, which received him a certain look from his companion. "What? It's a thing. People dress up like wizards or knights or whatever and, uh, role play."

"... Is it a sex thing?"

"It doesn't have to be." The shorter one cleared his throat and nodded back to John, "Sorry, Lieutenant, you were saying?"

John looked between the two of them to confirm their back-and-forth was complete before speaking again. This time he sounded markedly dispassionate, "Over the course of approximately thirty minutes the remaining members of my squad were killed."

The dragons and their riders had been circling around in the sky. One dove at the other's throat, dragging both crashing to the ground. Their riders dismounted in a messy fashion. The woman, dressed in thick armor that looked like it was made of scales, wasted no time in drawing a sword and running down her quarry.

"We had been trying to push our way back to the rendezvous point for extraction, but Jordan was badly wounded." John maintained an alternating eye contact with both men. Their discomfort reminded him not to mention any mythical creatures in his account. "I didn't let him go until it was clear he was dead."

The dragons and their riders were between John and the rendezvous point. In the glimpses he caught on the dead run he could see their battle- one in a robe with a staff, the armored one wielding a sword. They fought with skill and ferocity that he admired and feared.

There were more shouts in that strange language. One of the dragons swooped low on its approach, and for an instant John feared he would be it's target. Instead, it zoomed past him, crashing into a giant worm as it leaped from the ground. John had been shocked, watching the great winged reptile spitting fire into the air before it was dragged down. The motion was reminiscent of a python biting and coiling around its prey.

He started running again, fueled with a fresh rush of adrenaline and fear. Beneath his feet, even sprinting as he was, he could feel the ground rumble with the worm wrestling with its meal. But there were other worms that hadn’t been fed, and he could swear he could sense them approaching.

He continued talking while recalling the events, omitting what was necessary. "The other one ran off. But I managed to grab Miss Wolfsbane, and got us to the rendezvous."

By the time their battle was wrapping up he had been quickly closing the few yards that were between them. The man in robes was already running away, but the woman, Reyna, had seemed to have exhausted herself. John had skidded to a stop with seconds to spare to pull her arm over his shoulder, practically dragging her to the rendezvous point. The other dragon was nowhere to be seen, but the approaching shuttle was a welcomed sight.

It was only once they had thrown themselves onto the shuttle that John could fully take stock of his wounds, much less notice the knife in the woman’s side.

No, knife was the wrong word. It was a dagger, with a long and ornate handle crafted from shining black metal.

“I had a pretty bad concussion, so I blacked out after that.” John finished simply, mentally shutting the memories of that day last week into a box in the back of his mind.

He could focus his mind on more important matters. Namely, getting these two to leave, and returning to the sweet whipped cream topped jello dessert the nurse was nice enough to bring him thirds of.

"And just to be clear," the taller of the two started to ask, his eyes and fingers busy with a data pad in his hands, "You didn't see any dragons on Akuze, did you?"

The question hung in the air for what felt like forever. John trained his expression carefully, making his face blank. Usually, from what he was told, this look came off as mildly offended to those it was directed. He completed the appearance with a stern tone, "Is that supposed to be a joke, sir?"

The shorter investigator jabbed his elbow into the other's side. "I told you that wouldn't be funny."

"It's a little funny." The other replied with a small smile before waving the matter off with his hand. "Sorry, Miss Wolfsbane wouldn’t let the topic go. She kept talking about dragons and how one was still on the loose and-"

"Collin, it's really not okay to make fun of the mentally ill." The shorter of the two chastised quietly.

"Not my fault you don't have a sense of humor Bondeaux." The other retorted.

While relieved that they didn't press further about mythical flying lizards that he had definitely seen, John also couldn't help a growing concern on the topic of that woman.

"Hey, is she doing okay?" He asked suddenly, which drew the investigators attention back to him. "Miss Wolfsbane, I mean. She was injured pretty badly when we were picked up, and the doctors aren't telling me anything."

"She'll recover. Her injuries were critical, and she lost a lot of blood, but she woke up yesterday." The shorter answered, clearly the more empathetic of the pair. "She hasn't admitted to any involvement in the incident on Akuze, but her mental state is… Questionable."

John nodded at this answer, though still felt a pang of guilt. That woman wasn't crazy. Not the way they thought she was, anyway. He wasn't crazy. But without evidence there was nothing to back up the claims of the additional happenings that day. 

"What's going to happen to her?" John asked before he could stop himself.

"Well, our investigation is pending her undergoing a psychiatric evaluation. I imagine if she has a significant diagnosis then she'll be medicated and put into a long term facility for her and everyone else's safety."

Again John nodded as if accepting the answer. It still didn't feel right, but he chose to bite his tongue instead of speaking up again.

“Do you have any idea who she is?”

“I don’t know." John shrugged with his reply. The words stuck in his throat before he could speak. "As far as I can tell, Miss Wolfsbane is a crazy lady with a sword.”

“Well, now she’s just crazy.” The taller of the two chuckled.

The shorter jumped in to answer the question in John’s expression. “Her weapons had to be confiscated, of course. Safety hazard.”

The investigators left without further questioning him, thankfully. With the more coherent version he was able to tell now that the concussion-fueled brain fog has started to dissipate; they had all they needed from John.

Usually, even on bad days, John had a sweet tooth that wasn't easily satisfied. Looking down at the squares of red topped with a generous pile of whipped cream he was disappointed to find his appetite missing. Setting the dessert aside again he laid back against the pillows, and tried to ignore the itching pain on his right side.

~~~

It was sometime later, after finally eating the jello with no joy and a nap, that John decided to follow his doctor’s advice on getting some exercise. Nothing too strenuous, was the precise advice, just a walk around the hospital grounds.

The wonders of modern medicine got his bruised ribs healed quickly, and the acid burns along the right shoulder already scaring over. But the concussion would simply take time and rest to heal. He was thankful that none of the injuries were career-ending. However the mental strain of watching his entire squad getting killed did bring the attention of psychiatrists who would occasionally check in on his mental state.

All things considered, he was 'handling it well', they said. There was encouragement to talk about how he was feeling, pills to help him get to sleep without nightmares, and an offer to talk anytime it was needed. It was an offer he had yet to take advantage of, and didn't intend to. With how much he had left out of the official report, he was reluctant to even try.

So, he walked, in the calmer hours where patients were asleep and less staff roamed around. It felt surprisingly nice to get out of bed and move around now that his body was up to it. He thought he looked like an invalid in the sweat pants and plain grey shirt, shuffling in slippers that made his toes sweaty. In a window overlooking a small courtyard he caught a glint of reflection, and winced at how distressed he looked.

John had thought that getting out of bed would change the station of his mind. Instead he found it automatically replaying, on a loop, the events of the past week. The hours on Akuze. Then, how he had likely sentenced a random woman to what would likely be intense psychiatric care.

Right, he thought, outside. Fresh air. Grandma had always recommended fresh air to clear one’s head. With that decided he roamed slowly until he made it outside, where the air was crisp and refreshing. Even if the night was nice, it only soothed his thoughts momentarily.

Suddenly the loop stopped and he was fully jerked back to reality. He had been looking dead ahead, his feet on autopilot carrying him through the facility to the small courtyard. His eyes had recognized the figure before his brain clicked with just who he was looking at, and he stopped dead in his tracks, suddenly tense.

She was sitting on a bench just a few yards away, the woman that rode into the world on the back of a dragon, serenely staring up at the night sky. Her armor had been stripped, replaced with the comfortable, loose clothing that indicated a patient. Any weapons she had been carrying would have been taken as well. With the way she looked now peacefully sitting with her hands in her lap, it would be hard to imagine her as the warrior John had seen before.

His eyes scanned the area on instinct, seeking possible threats. A guard posted at an opposite door nodded to him in acknowledgement. The lights in the area were low, the courtyard sparsely decorated. Grass, some bushes he couldn’t name the species of, a small tree in one corner. There were no dragons. There were no giant worms spitting acid. He forced a deep breath to calm himself, willing his jaw to unclench and his fists to unravel.

There was no danger here. Eventually his body and lower brain functions listened and eased.

He wanted to turn around and go back to bed. Maybe turn on some vids of cute puppies and kittens to distract his mind. Against his own better judgment John found himself continuing forward with a purposeful stride, slowed to a stop, and eased himself into the free space next to the woman on the bench. Next to him the woman, Reyna, didn’t seem aware that he was there.

"Rough night?" He asked, casually enough.

She was slow to react, her gaze easing from the sky to him. There were deep dark circles under the ocean-blue eyes that told him she hadn't been sleeping well, if at all. Despite the clear exhaustion, and slack expression, she was still a striking woman. With a pale complexion marred by scars down her arms and a faded one along her jawline.

"Aye," She replied after a moment, her gaze not quite focusing on him but rather drifting, "It has been a rough... while."

Her voice was quiet, though held a clear accent John couldn't quite pin. It sounded perhaps Swedish, or something similar. She had the features of a classic Scandinavian beauty.

“I see they got a guard keeping an eye on you.” He commented absently, not sparing a glance to the marine assigned to Reyna who kept a respectful distance from where they sat.

"Making sure I don't cause trouble. Or try to run away." She spoke softly, and gave a small nod. Her eyes drifted again, this time going back up to the sky again. Without prompting she went on to say, “The funny thing is, I don’t know where I would even run. This place is not home. I am quite sure it is not a plane of Oblivion, but it is not home.”

John could feel the confusion leak into his face. When a moment passed that he didn’t offer a reply she turned her gaze to him, and as if to explain herself gestured to the sky, “The stars are all wrong here.”

“Right. Yeah.” John nodded as if accepting the answer when he was merely trying to understand what the hell she was talking about. He could understand about the stars if this woman didn’t understand about changing star positions based on the viewers location, but in this age it was a common concept. A headache threatened the back of his head if he thought too hard on the topic.

She spoke about 'Oblivion' as if it were a place, an odd comment from an even odder woman. If she talked like this to the doctors, it was no surprise that she ended up medicated, sedated to a sluggish pace where she would be easy to keep an eye on. In the brief quiet John joined her in looking at the stars, though refused to take all his attention off her.

"You were the one from before...?" She said suddenly, looking back at him. Gaining a degree more animation she spoke, "With the, um," she gestured with both hands, cupping them as if holding a weapon and giving small jerking motions. It was only then that John noticed the restraints shackled around her wrists, which shouldn't have surprised him. 

"With the... rifle?" It took a moment to catch on to what she was trying to say, and he wondered how much sedatives she had been given.

"Rifle." She repeated the word carefully, as if such a word had never passed her lips. Letting her hands go slack into her lap the woman nodded. "Yes." Then a look of recognition crossed her face and she visibly perked, "You were the one who saved me. From the worms."

John found himself fumbling for words for a moment. He had been trying to avoid thinking about Akuze, and had been fairly successful until that second. Sure, he dragged her out of a hotzone. But the side of the story he told effectively threw her under the bus. Even if she wasn’t implicated on what happened, there was no way she was getting away without being labeled unstable.

"Yeah. Yeah that was me." He managed to get out, unsure if the gleam in this woman's eye was her gearing up to praise or chew him out. Did she know that he lied?

"I'm not used to being saved. Usually I'm the one doing the saving." She said this with a small smile, her eyes drifting away from him for a second. When she looked at him again her stare pinned him in place. "Thank you. For the rescue."

"Yeah, its, ah, no problem...?" He trailed off, eyebrows raising in thought about what exactly this woman had done with her life. She wasn’t Alliance, that was damn sure. John got the sense that there was a lengthy story to her that would likely remain unknown.

At the very least he could scratch the surface a little, for his own curiosity.

Before he could think too hard about what he was doing, and risk inviting a headache, John extended a hand in a friendly introduction, “John Shepard.”

“Reyna,” She answered in the soft voice of the moderately sedated, and rose a hand to grasp his wrist. Then, a moment later as if trying to recall her own name, “Wolfsbane.”

“Well, Reyna, I’m glad to see you’re still alive.” He offered a small smile, sincere in his statement. It was good to know that at least someone else got off of Akuze.

“Aye, the healers did a good job of patching me up.” She nodded, her hands returning to her lap.

John got the impression that she was trying to push through a mental fog to be able to hold a conversation. Her speech was still slow, and her eyes struggled to keep focus under heavy lids that threatened to stay closed with every blink. But she didn’t seem crazy, or dangerous by any means. A little strange, yes, but not crazy.

“And yourself?” Her question surprised John, who had been mulling over how to tactfully ask where she came from or something that would shed some light on her mystery. “The last time I saw you, you were bleeding all over the place.”

John glanced down at his right side, which was bandaged up under his shirt, and then remembered the concussion and broken ribs he had had. The concussion still fogged his brain, but thankfully didn’t leave him incapacitated, and the acid burns would heal. Everything was thankfully numbed with medigel and additional pain killers.

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” He answered automatically, without much thought. Then, he decided to follow up with more honesty, “I will be okay. I’ll have a gnarly scar on my side, but at least my skull is thick enough to prevent any serious brain damage.” One of his hands went up to gently rub at the bandage affixed to the side of his head, and he had to remind himself not to pick at it while it was healing.

“Good.” Reyna said simply, with a small smile. Her eyes drifted away from him again, returning to gaze at the stars above.

They sat in a brief, comfortable silence, while John worked up the nerve to ask a question that had been gnawing at his mind. He knew he wasn’t crazy. The worst any psychiatric evaluations turned up was some lingering trauma from his childhood that he had managed to work through.

“Hey, I’ve gotta ask, because I’m not sure what was real and what was a brain-injury fueled hallucination.” He started, drawing Reyna’s attention steadily back to him. She eyed him curiously as he looked away, sure that he would lose his nerve if he had to maintain eye contact. “Back on Akuze with all the shit going down…”

Saying it aloud seemed absurd. But he managed to force the words out with his eyes shut. “You two, were riding around on dragons? Was that real?”

“Sahrotaar, and Kruziikrel.” Reyna replied without hesitation, her voice barely a whisper. She went on, “When I was young, there was a boy in the village that got kicked in the head by a horse. He survived, but he was never the same after. He spoke like a drunk, all slow and slurred. Most nights he screamed at the moons, and he would go on and on about how chickens were secretly agents of the Thalmor sent to spy on us all.”

“Sorry, Thalmor?... Um.” This conversation had stopped making sense, and John couldn’t help squinting his eyes at Reyna who managed to simply sit calmly. He was starting to think the guys who interrogated him earlier that day were right and this woman was crazy, “What?”

“I suppose that’s another thing you don’t have in this world, eh?” There was laughter in her voice as she said this. Reyna’s voice went more serious as she returned her gaze to him, “It was all real. Miraak, me, the dragons, all of it.”

[briansastro10]

Day 5: Stargazing 9 days of Lancaster

On a campsite during their journey on Anima. Jaune was finding a place to continue his training. In the distance, he notices Ruby sitting alone in a fetal position near a large boulder. Concerned, He gained his himself, took a deep breath and walks over to her.

Jaune: *softly* Hey, Ruby. How are you feeling?

Ruby lifts her head, her silver eyes filled with a mix of sadness and exhaustion. She forces a weak smile.

Ruby: *tiredly* Hey, Jaune. I'm... I'm okay, I guess.

Jaune sits down beside her, his sword clattering against the ground as he does so.

Jaune: *concerned* You don't seem okay. Is everything alright?

Ruby's smile fades, and she looks down at her hands and continues to lean on Jaune's shoulder, her voice trembling as she opens up about her inner turmoil.

Ruby: *voice cracking* Jaune, I'm sorry. For everything, It's all my fault. I left Yang behind, injured and alone, and now we're out here, continuing our journey without her. Our last conversation... it was a fight, Jaune. I never got to apologize, and now I fear we might never get the chance.

Jaune tightens his grip on Ruby's hand, showing his support.

Jaune: *sincerely* Ruby, it's not your fault. We made a difficult decision, and it was for the greater good. Yang understands that. And I'm sure she wants us to find the answers we're searching for.

Ruby sniffles, trying to hold back her tears.

Ruby: *tearfully* if it wasn't for me, our group wouldn't have split up. I'll never get the chance to make things right? It's the same with Pyrrha... I blame myself for her death. If I had been stronger, if I had been there for her... maybe things would be different.

His own emotions swirling inside him. He wants to express his guilt over Pyrrha's death, but he knows that right now, Ruby needs his comfort more than anything.

Jaune: *softly* Ruby, I want you to look up at the sky for a moment.

Ruby looks at Jaune curiously, wiping away her tears, and follows his gaze upward at the starry night sky.

Ruby: *whispering* Why, Jaune? What do you see up there?

Jaune: *taking a deep breath* Whenever I feel lost or far away from any of you I'll look up at the sky. Because no matter where we are or what world we're in, we're all looking at the same sky. It connects us, Ruby. no matter how far apart we are, we're never really alone

Ruby's eyes widen as she takes in Jaune's words.

Jaune: Yang, Weiss and Blake. They all have their fight to go through, so does us. Knowing we are seeing the same sky and living under it. It's Like a promise, that one day, we’ll meet again

Ruby: *whispering* So... even if we're far away from home, we're still connected to our loved ones.

Jaune: *sincerely* Exactly, Ruby. And that includes Pyrrha. I know it's been hard for you, and it's been hard for me too. But I've come to believe that she's somewhere out there, watching over us, just like all the other stars in the sky.

Ruby's tears start to subside as she finds comfort in Jaune's words.

Ruby: *whispering* Thank you, Jaune. I needed to hear that. I miss Pyrrha so much, but knowing that she's still connected to us, it eases the pain a little.

Jaune: *smiling softly* I'm glad, Ruby. And remember, whenever you feel lost or homesick, just look up at the sky. We're all under the same stars, and we'll never be far away from each other.

----Years Later, Somewhere in Ever after---

The Rusted Knight, standing in his backyard, wearing his rusted armor. His face reflects a mix of emotions—sadness, calmness, and a hint of satisfaction. Sitting beside him is Crescent Rose, Ruby's weapon, cradled gently in his lap. He strokes its metal frame, a bittersweet smile on his lips. With a heavy sigh, Jaune carefully places Crescent Rose back into a box, treating it with great reverence. He secures the box and finds a safe place to store it, ensuring that the memories it holds are preserved.

Jaune returns back to his room, the starry night sky drawing his gaze once more. He takes a deep breath, savouring the tranquillity of the moment.

Jaune: *softly* No matter how many years pass; the night sky remains a constant reminder of our shared journey.

His eyes sparkle with a mixture of nostalgia, contentment and hope that they'll meet again. Jaune reflects on the challenges they faced together and the bonds they formed.

Jaune enters his room, a sense of peace washing over him. He switches off the remaining lights, embracing the tranquillity of the night. As he settles into his bed, he looks out of the window one final time, taking in the vastness of the starry sky.

Jaune: *whispering* No matter where we are, we still share the same sky. no matter how far apart we are, we're never really alone

With a final, wistful smile, Jaune closes his eyes, letting the serenity of the night lull him to sleep.

[luke0maker]

Game!Tale

Hey, so... I saw a while ago about Jakei doing her last Underverse episode... and that took me back to when I started doing my own AU... so I wanted to talk about it!

I never did much with that really, I wanted to express myself with writing since I gave up on drawing... but I discovered that was another thing I was not really good with.

What I'm good with is having ideas, even though I can't fit it all together so why not sharing it all? If someone still wants to do something with it, feel free... but the main point here is sharing it.

So, starting with the world, it would follow the basics of undertale, but heavily focused on puzzles.

The Royal Guard members would be Royal Scientist devoted to make weapons and creating ways to defeat humans, some would use puzzles, others would use robots or even improve their bodies with science.

Most regular monsters would give riddles, puzzles and things that test your mind in general instead of the usual fights.

The usual puzzles from room to room would be much more deadly like the lasers we see in the final stages of the game.

As for the main monsters that are treated as area bosses (or something similar), I will give a resume about them:

Toriel would be one of the few people to not rely on puzzles nor machinery but her magic alone would be used in such smart way that dodging her attacks could be considered a puzzle by itself;

Papyrus would be a brilliant Royal Scientist, but he was unable to join as a official member, the reason? He would be focused way too much in doing traps (which is not his specialty) instead of Puzzles that is what he excels at... his traps would be very non-letal, showing both his incompatibility with the method and his naivety;

Undyne as a member of the Royal Scientists would develop a variety of melee weapons with special properties, she would not be as strong as her original counterpart but she would use special armor to make up for it, you can think of her like a technological Erza Scarlet;

Alphys would be the creator of the armor Undyne uses, her monster chimeras not only would be way more stable but would also be the Royal Guard of this AU, because of that she does not to work as much anymore, resulting in something similar to what we see in the game;

Mettaton would be another member of the Royal Guard of this AU, being way more combat focused with samurai-like swords, Alphys would pretty much design Mettaton with her anime mindset and instead of the TV shows, Mettaton would do vlods of the daily jobs and similar stuff, mainly focusing in being something similar as a youtuber;

Asgore would be very similar to Toriel in the meaning that his magic and attacks would almost act as living puzzles. Before fighting him Frisk would have to travel a entire room made of traps using Asgore's fire magic, all of them being very letal;

For Asriel/Flowey there's no need to change his focal points, only difference being he was unable to stay determined due to Sans being even more aware of timeline changes and directly fighting against him;

Sans would be the most different one, as a ex member of the Royal Scientists he had direct contact with the first human to die there after Chara and would later be responsible for doing experiments related to human souls, resulting on him absorbing the soul of the same human he had contact with in the past. The reason why his design was full of stars is because that human would share the same love of stars that the monsters who live in the underground have.

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At some point I even did think about Sans having some kind of time chamber in his lab that would be unaffected by timeline changes and such. All around cool ideas but I could never fit this huge puzzle together... Anyway, my usage of tumblr is very low in the past years and I even doubt someone will read it but if you did, I hope you liked what you saw.

[starffruit]

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do not use any of my art for AI generation or NFTs. i will hunt you down if you do this shit. don't test me !!!

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I'm tired of seeing Herobrine being portrayed as a demon overlord who cares to nothing but chaos.

To me he's just a dude who have weird funky eyes. He's very skinny since his entire existance was him just standing on a spot to scare people and then being deleted from every single patch.

Also he's not just a copy of Steve. He can't use a golden armor without breaking his bones. He can't eat a golden apple without breaking his teeth. He's probably terrified of frogs.

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If Disney won't add Oswald in Kingdom Hearts then I WILL MAKE A DESIGN FOR HIM MYSELF (Julius too :) )

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Pokemon Team Rainbow Rocket, but with a more realistic outcome

Giovanni: Red couldn't defeat him, so Giovanni somehow made him join Team Rocket and catch Mewtwo. Took over Kanto and Johto and became the richest asshole alive.

Archie: Realized Hoenn already had too much water. Probably became a wandering pirate or something.

Maxie: Realized people need water to live. Probably wears only white and is desperate for a cup of water.

Cyrus: He certainly wiped life off from Earth, making a world he could shape... he just isn't a God that can simply create life at will. Spent years and more years wandering Earth, only with his Pokemon, some Unown and hallucinations giving him company as his sanity worsened.

Ghetsis: Took over Unova, creating a dictatorship that only Team Plasma could use Pokemon and whoever said no to any of them would die by public execution.

Lysandre: Very similar fate to Cyrus, the difference is that he also gave immortality to Sycamore (and AZ is already immortal). Got very heartbroken after Sycamore left him since, well, he killed everyone.

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Most people talks about how Ghetsis treats Hydreigon so badly its Frustration (the move which gets stronger the less the Pokemon like its trainer) power it's maxed but nobody talks about Ghetsis being such a horrible father the name he gives to his child is literally Natural Harmonia Gropius

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Random Team Skull headcanon because yes:

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[emberlynnrayne]

8-5-24

If I could say some things to little me, I'd say something like this.

I hear you. I hear your pain, your hope, your love, and your rage. I hear your fear. I hear your desperation. I hear your cries and I hear your need. What's happening isn't fair. It's not okay. I'm so sorry, and I am so sorry for how alone you are in this. This shouldn't be happening to you. You aren't crazy or dramatic. You aren't obstinate or lazy.

You shouldn't have been alone in your pain.

You should be more honest with your therapist, but I understand. I'm sorry he fails you, too. He should've reported your abuse. Yes, little Kat, this is abuse. I'm so sorry.

Please don't stop loving yourself. Please keep singing, keep dancing, keep drawing and writing and expressing yourself. Don't let the hate and pain wear you down. Don't let it infect you. You're so incredible, small Kat! Your voice is beautiful and your spirit could change the world! Protect your flame, fuel it, harbor it, armor yourself with it, and remember that you are loved. You don't feel it right now, and that's okay, but it's there. Some people will stay. Some people will make mistakes. Some people will hurt you. Moat will leave you. Some you will leave. All of this is okay.

You should remember to love yourself. If you can love yourself, you won't feel so bound to people that hurt you with their love.

Please try to be gentle with yourself. You are fighting with everything in you to stay afloat, and you're going to make mistakes. You are human. It's okay to be imperfect.

Remember that the things that happened to you are not your fault. Remember that you are only responsible for your own actions, and the things they're doing to you are their own. You don't deserve the abuse. Not from Mom and Dad, not from Donny. Not from Rosanna.

Don't give up, baby. I know it's so hard. I know it's so heavy. But you can do this.

I'm sorry I've left you alone inside me, too. I'm learning to embrace you again. I hope you can forgive the way I abandoned us. I'm forgiving us, as I can.

Baby, you aren't treated like a child. You aren't loved and cared for the way a child should be. Because of this you want to be grown up, so you have control of your own life and agency, but you are still a child! Your knowledge and experience are limited, and that's okay. It is not shameful. It is not imperfection. You are a child. You aren't meant to be in this position at all, much less perfect in these situations.

I was a child. I would be horrified to see a child go through the things I did. My heart would break for any child thinking and feeling the things I did. And then I abandoned myself as much as everyone else had. I'm trying to do better.

Oh, little Kat, guess what? One success we can claim at 32? We have become the grownup we needed when we were young. I remember you, and you inspire me to make the world a better place, to be a better person.

We have a daughter. I know how badly you wanted to be a mom, so you could have a safe place to put all your love. We did that. Her name is Pandora, and she is incredible. She is so much like us, and I couldn't possibly love her more. I try to love and embrace you with her sometimes. I know sometimes she makes you cry. I know how painful it can be to know how quickly and easily she is loved, and I know how much that hurts, because you should've been loved that way.

We're doing better by her than our grownups did for us. I'm doing my best for her. I'm not perfect, but I think she's happy, healthy, and loved. I won't let her suffer like you have.

I love you, Small Kat. And I'm trying to love myself now. I'm sorry this has been out off for so long.

[gildedxxshifter]

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This was legit my first dr when I found out about shifting officially. I had imagined myself in this world so often prior to that, making ocs, reading fics, watching videos. I just have so much love for Equestria and I just know that love will grow so much bigger when I finally get there. Or rather when I become aware that I’m there.

In my primary Equestria dr, everything is a more stylized look than canon. I’ll draw our what everyone looks like when I can. Every pony is so pretty and absolutely radiant! Especially Rarity of course. She has a diamond horn, similar to the amethyst horn Twilight has. My own horn is shimmering gold, and in my dr all unicorns have metallic or crystallized horns to focus our magics.

Speaking of Twilight- we used to be classmates back in Celestia’s school! We weren’t very close, but we were both sort of stand outs of the class. Her because she just had so much raw magic and poor social skills. And me because I was a more foreign student (half Saddle Arabian), so we found common ground being the odd ones out. She was so happy to see me again when I moved to Ponyville. I knew she became a princess, and I couldn’t be more proud of my old friend. I’m helping her write her biography these days, recording her adventures and what lead her to her princess title. I imagine it’ll be very inspiring to many ponies.

I can’t wait to be cozied up in my cottage too. It’s fairly close to Fluttershy’s place! We get together at least once a week for tea, and so she can play with my lovely cat, Rumpleteazer! Fluttershy makes the *best* tea I’ve ever had. She also absolutely grows the best weed and I will not take questions. If you have a chance to have cannabis tea, I highly recommend. But my cottage is absolutely perfect for me. Everything is soft and warm, and everypony feels welcomed and loved. It’s a safe space for ponies that need a moment away from the world.

Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom come by pretty often too. They like to hear about my life back in Manehattan and what Canterlot is like (where I grew up). One day I’ll take them for a trip and give their sisters (and Rainbowdash) a break haha! They’re good fillies, teenagers in my dr. I know they’ll be incredible mares one day with so much drive to better the world.

And then there’s the ***princesses***. Practically goddesses in their own rights. And yet, so “human”. They love, they fight, they play, they dream for the future and the ponies they care for. I love them so much.

Princess Celestia, the radiant sun, is a wonderful leader and benevolent. She’s a patron of the arts and education, and it was her guidance that lead me to writing. It’s such a treat for her to come to my book signings! It’s honestly so silly to see her towering over the rest of the ponies, but patiently waiting in line for her turn like everypony else.

Princess Luna, the whispering moon, has really come into her own since returning to the throne. The events with Nightmare Moon did take place, but she has since recovered for the most part. She tends to ponies in their dreams, seeking out those that need her guidance and comforts. She is so beautiful. I hope to become her friend.

As for Princess Cadence, the embodiment of love, what’s not to *love*? She greatly enjoys my writings, and actually sends me letters now and again about what she’s read and her thoughts on it. Fan mail is maybe a good way of putting in. She was excited to meet me when Twilight introduced us, and we spent hours talking about nonsense! She’s such a good queen to the Crystal Empire, and Shining Armor is an equally good king. He’s still such a lovey dork and I know many ponies that are envious of such a pure love.

[bravely-default-archive]

Enigmatic Writings, 9/27

"I was awakened by the sound of sword practice, shouts of exertion, and the pleasant smell of toast.

One of the king's guard, perhaps? Looks about my age, and reasonably skilled. I lay in my makeshift bed, lazily counting his swings."

""Hurry up, Owen. You'll be late."

Upon hearing the inkeep's words, the youth replied and made his way down from the misty hilltop and into the inn.

The scent of breakfast coming from next door has me drooling..."

"One bite of my rock-hard bread brought me back to reality. The bacon burnt coal black and the murky, bitter coffee wish it hadn't. I suppose I can expect no more from a shabby stand in the port.

After choking down my fill, I climbed the hill toward the palace."

"Supplied by a series of lush waterways, Caldisla was once a formidable city-fortress. These days, its hooked central avenue is lined with a magic shop, general store, armory and other businesses.

A large gate stands as a vestige of that era, though now it serves mostly as a site for the town bulletin board."

""This year's boar hunt is set to begin once the final slot is filled! *Weapons provided by the hunting committee."

A boar hunt? With the duchy attacking?"

"I was speechless. As I made to leave, I felt someone grasp my shoulder.

"This fellow says he'll join the hunt! We ride today!"

I turned, shock and irritation laid bare, only to find Owen, the young man I had seen practicing in the fog that morning."

"My initial protests were drowned in a rising cheer, and as the smith handed me a broadsword and buckler, I dumbly accepted. Potions from the town chemist followed. Between their expectant smiles and Owen's grin, I found myself unable to say no."

"On the road, I was told a litany of facts I cared nothing about.

The search for food to fatten up before hibernating apparently drives the giant boars to local farms, where they raid crops and injure workers. As a result, the city gathers volunteers each year to hunt them."

"As captain of the guard (I discover), responsibility for overseeing the hunt falls upon Owen.

The armorer was slated to participate, but a leg injury has him on crutches. Owen says he was searching for a replacement when he found a promising candidate during his morning practice. Lucky him."

"We walked a full, tiring day stalking our prey. First the trader gave out, then chatter dried up between the two young castle guards.

Sunset found us upriver from the city, at the entrance to the Norende Canyon. Just as we decided to make camp, a rustling came from the thickets behind us!"

"The boar that lept out was indeed a giant-- a vicious, one tusked monster that had survived the last year's hunt. In a flash, it gored one of the guards, then the other, leaving Owen, me, and the trader. The boar stamped the ground, preparing to charge the old man now paralyzed with fear."

"I expect we'd all given up hope for the kindly old merchant, when the beast suddenly changed course.

With only seconds to react, Owen landed the mighty blow, felling the monster in a single strike!"

"I set about treating the young guards' injuries.

The trader, clearly still worked up, narrated Owen's victory to the two boys. With every reverent word, I felt as though I was being derided as useless."

"The others took to sleep, while I sat watch to keep the fire going. Owen rose, and came to sit beside me.

"Thanks for before."

I kept silent, but he pressed on."

[Image I.D: A black and white pencil drawing of Captain Owen. The drawing is a full body shot of Captain Owen, smiling while holding the large boar. The boar's eyes are X-ed out. End I.D]

""The boar only changed targets because you circled behind me and channeled your energy at it. It's thanks to you we're not carting home a corpse."

He sat waiting, apparently bent on receiving a response. His grin is infectious."

""I took the surest course of action," I replied as I held aloft my broadsword.

"I had my doubts this blade was up to the task."

The weapon's edge was chipped in places, its length bent. With a gentle shake, the pommel gave an unsettling rattle. Owen burst into laughter at the noise."

"Apparently my response passed muster. He continued, his grin never flagging.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll stay at my place. I'll give word to my father to open a room for you."

I was dragged on this hunt, but if it earns me a real breakfast, it's a bargain I'd take gladly."

[vodika-vibes]

(I’m nodding through the screen. Some heavy duty, waterproof, sweat proof tape. You’d think the Jedi would make her wear something that would protect her to some degree. Yes bring on the fun facts!)

[Go scowls as your words, "You're right. I don't." Doesn't trust you, at least. Whether or not he likes or dislikes you isn't important. Not when his brothers are sprawled on beds in various states of injured, and the only medic was a volunteer. A civilian volunteer. Though he did suppose that making you nervous wouldn't help the situation at all.

He continues his intense staring, though he does drop his gaze to the wound on his arm, "Just stitch it up and wrap it. Don't worry about bacta. Save it for someone who needs it more." He lifts his gaze again, "I'm not going to hurt you unless you do something stupid."]

I sigh in frustrated and defiantly look at him. “Well you’re going to have to trust me for the next few hours.” I scowl back at him, still intimidated but I do my best to push that aside. “I’m here because I want to be, I have no interest in hurting you or your brothers. I’m here to help. If I didn’t want to help, I wouldn’t be here. I don’t get paid for this, you know. I’m here of my own free will to help.”

I stride away from him to get what I need to stitch him up and come back with everything I need on a surgical tray and set it down on the bed next to him. “You don’t get to tell me how to treat my patients.” I’m shaking as I meet his stare, but I refuse to back down. “And don’t you dare imply I’d ever do anything stupid while treating people under my care!” I point a shaking, accusing finger at him before turning away for a second to grab a jar of bacta and hold it up.

“There’s plenty of bacta, I finally got the supplies I’ve been petitioning for from the republic. I had to bug the hell out of them and pay for half, but they finally got the hint I’m not going to give up on getting the medical supplies I need to save lives here. They’re going to hate me by the end of the war.” I grumble the last part and take a breath to steady myself before reaching towards the tray.

(Ohhh this is gonna be an interesting interaction! Go trynna intimidate me. It’s working… lol But medica are also built different! This is gonna be a fun one!)

-💋 anon

You'd think that Rex would insist on armor for her. And more about Go, he's physically the strongest of the Shadow Squad, but he defers to Riff in all things. Riff was the one who taught him to always get back up, no matter how hard he's hit. He's also, apparently, mean when he's hurt and suspicious. Sorry~

Go looks you over, and he raises a single brow, "Sweetheart," he draws out, somehow managing to turn the word into an insult, "you can't even talk to me without shaking. You're not exactly inspiring any faith in your abilities."

He leans back slightly, his gaze darting from you, to his brothers, and then back again. "As for telling you how to treat your patients...who's going to stop me? You?" He smirks at you, "Scared people do stupid things, sweetheart, and you're fucking scared. So give me the damn needle, and go take care of someone who needs your attention more than me."