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[pumpkin-lith]

“I was hoping to see the old Mandalorian citadels” 

Obi-Wan pulls a face. “Unfortunately, they're still heavily trapped,” he says. “I went in as a young man once, sneaked in through a window when I very much should have been studying.”

- Airs No Oceans Keep, Chapter 2

I have the ocean, I have old abandoned forts and bunkers buried in the cliffs, and I have the go ahead by @blackkatmagic to send pretty pictures and I will use it.

[doctorbrown]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 ⸺ ��� 31 / 31 * PEPSI FREE — ACROSS TIME 」

[fairycatfawn]

One of my favorite moments from the beginning of @rexila-rites 's This Belongs In A Museum! (Volume 2)

Also a few more drawings!

Narrator entering Stanley’s apartment first time (Volume 1)

And Curator!! <3

[oh-wow-im-still-here]

And if you have any fanfiction from any of these fandoms you can recommend, please do so!!! I am starving!!

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

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 mmezzy.bigcartel.com

[kagooleo]

so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!

they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names

the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!

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ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao

before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)

i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone

it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.

lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)

and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-

"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.

Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.

"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."

"E-Elaborate..."

The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.

There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.

"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.

"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.

"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."

The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.

That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.

What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.

After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.

"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.

"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.

"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."

"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.

“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”

His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.

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I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪

[spacedlexi]

twdg s4 really gave us an adorable wlw romance for the main character about building a home and a family where the two antagonists are an evil woman who she was partially cared for by as a child and her girlfriends fucked up not-exactly-ex girlfriend who wants her dead (who has been manipulated by Evil Woman and they are character foils) AND its written by a gay woman and its fucking CRICKETS!!!!! i dont understand !!!!!!!

[eflen-n-reegee]

Agere Angstober Writing Prompts

Hi! I was super inspired by this post from @bukkit-bukkit and decided to create an agere angst writing project. It’s intended for October, but you can do it whenever you want. :)

A regressor has a very destructive tantrum and then feels bad about breaking things.

A regressor tries to tell a close friend about their regression, but the friend thinks it’s unhealthy and weird.

A regressor accidentally hurts someone and feels terrible for doing it.

A regressor intentionally hurts a playmate, and neither of them know how to move past it.

A flip with a controlling regressor feels like they aren’t allowed to regress.

A flip who has never regressed before slips and has no one to take care of them.

A regressor finds out their caregiver is a flip and doesn’t want them as their caregiver anymore.

A regressor is in a dangerous situation but can’t escape it or get back into their adult headspace.

A regressor has been injured and can’t take care of themself.

A regressor can’t stop crying, no matter what they do.

A babysitter doesn’t actually want to look after a regressor, and the regressor feels like a burden.

A regressor hates regressing because it’s always frightening (or insert your own reason).

A permaregressor struggles to get through their daily life.

A regressor is faced with a negative trigger at a really bad time.

A caregiver, whether accidentally or intentionally, repeatedly ignores a regressor’s boundaries.

A regressor experiences verbal shutdown at the worst possible time.

A regressor experiences verbal shutdown and their caregiver becomes angry.

A caregiver lives far away and is struggling to take care of their regressor.

A caregiver leaves and doesn’t come back.

A regressor’s only playmate is a bully.

A regressor’s caregiver becomes seriously ill.

A caregiver loses their regressor in a very busy place.

A regressor has a fight with their caregiver.

A caregiver and their regressor are in a car accident, and the caregiver tries to hide their trauma for the regressor’s sake.

A regressor wakes up regressed and alone in a strange place, with no memories of the night before.

A caregiver goes out to get something and comes home to find their regressor gone.

A regressor re-enacts their abuse with toys, much to their caregiver’s horror.

A caregiver is being abused by their regressor but still feels responsible for them.

A regressor has a serious allergic reaction while they’re alone.

A caregiver experiences sleep paralysis; they can hear their regressor crying, but they can’t move.

A regressor finds comfort in an evil movie character, and their caregiver tries to hide how triggering the character is for them.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Some art for @see-arcane 's stupendous Blood of My Blood Novella "Never Loved", which ya'll should go read it first and the come back here and scream like I did

Bum bum buuuuuuuuuum...

[king-candybug-backup]

I'm noticing an uptick in comments complaining that most of the current WIR fandom content is Turbo instead of the other characters and, like... you guys know you can search other characters by their specific tags, right??? Or exclude Turbo from search results by temporarily blacklisting him in your filtered tags?

Idk, it's just weird to me to be discouraging towards people making fandom content just because it's not the specific content you want to see, like, it's ok to want to see other content, but complaining about how other people aren't catering to your tastes enough instead of just making the content you want to see yourself is kinda bad vibes, y'know?? (And that's not to say that I think those comments are intended out of malice of course, I really don't think they are, I just wanted to point out that it can come off as a little entitled, as well as discouraging towards people who just want to draw Turbo, which is something that should be fine if that's what they want to do. Fandom should be fun for everybody, and there's lots of tools available to curate your experience with it!)

[blarefordaglare]

Fan Joy July day 8

This one’s by @linderosse

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/linderosse/754647407210446848/the-zeldas-discover-monopoly-prev-18-next?source=share

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE CHAOS IN THIS ONE! Fable “blasting” into the microphone while Lullaby is just silently dying in jail- and poor Dawn just waiting for the chaos to end- literally every single Zelda is just doing their own thing, contributing to the chaos as a whole, and Dot is just standing there like: I made cookies? Not to mention the artstyle is so pleasing to look at, I hope you enjoy this fic! 

___

It was a very peaceful day for the wielders of wisdom, a relaxing breeze of calm that swayed the maidens.

Emphasis on was. 

“I. HATE. YOU.” Artemis’ boasting voice rose above the already preexisting chaos, “Seven hundred rupees?! Curse you and your stupid hotels! I knew I should have bought Kakariko Village!” She paced nervously around the room, “I don’t even have half of that amount! What do you expect me to do?!”

“And the war princess is out of the game! Bankrupt!” Fable held the plastic microphone up to her lips, imagining the blasted voice that would come through it, “How are you feeling, team Sky Islands?!” 

Sun just smiled as she flicked the prop money in the air, as if it meant nothing, “Flora and I are doing just fine, maybe we should put another hotel?” 

“YEAH!” 

“…All right then folks! You heard the two, quit now while you still can!”

Dusk plopped down on the board, “I volunteer.” She couldn’t muster up the courage to get up, that’s Link’s thing, “I’m out.” 

“Wait, I lost first!” Artemis grinned, “That means I won!”

“In losing.”

“Shut it, they don’t need to know that.” 

Dawn could only drop her knees to the ground, clasping her hands together, “Hylia give me patience.” 

Her words were met with a shake of the first Zelda, “No can do, Dawn,” she danced around the board, “This is the most fun I’ve had in years!” Her eyes flickered to a familiar figure, with a noticeable amount of her well-played money, “Tetra-Give that back!”

“Never!” 

Lullaby noticed a figure sitting down next to her-well next to the box. Apparently she was in “jail” now. Could a princess even go to jail? Couldn’t she just change the laws? Would she be able to? What even was the government? “Care for a cookie?” Dot’s soft voice broke the barrage of questions ringing in her mind.

“Yeah,” She grabbed the cookie before whispering a quick ‘thanks’, along with a grateful look in her eyes that were now crinkled with time. 

“How long do you think they’ll be at it?”

“Give them five minutes. They’ll tire out…eventually.” 

[pumpkin-lith]

Obi-Wan squeezes his fingers, mirth in his face but something else joining it in his eyes. “Tell me, my dear, has anyone showed you the hidden beach yet?”

“A hidden beach? I don’t believe so.” Kit cocks his head, not entirely sure what to make of the sudden change in topic.

Obi-Wan smiles, almost lazy. “Something for you to look for on your swims, then,” he says, stroking a thumb over Kit's knuckles. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

- @blackkatmagic Airs No Oceans Keep, Chapter 2

You should see how many photos I took in so many angles to try and show how inaccessible that beach is. Wayyy more than for the sunset, and I took a LOT for the sunset to get the lights right

[tunastime]

Stars Realigning

what's GOOD! happy mcyt au fest day(s)! this is my contribution to 2024's mcyt au fest, based on the art of my fantastic artist in crime @eyesandbees. super shoutout to tetris (GO LOOK AT THE ART RN), this au really did something fantastic for my brain :3 and kudos to all the @mcytblraufest mods, contributors, and my mutuals new and old who joined in. mwah!

Xisuma and Exonia were explorers by nature—and how could they not be, when the world rested right outside their fingertips. When Xisuma pulls himself and their brother into an unfamiliar End dimension, their only chance of escape is with a player they've hardly met, to a space station they've never even heard of. Built on the foundations of exploration and discovery, HC might be all the opportunity the siblings need to start a new life—or ruin their only shots at understanding themselves.

(12,765 words) (Read the whole fic here!)

Every player knows two facts about the End: one of those is that it is very large. The other is that it is very dangerous. The islands stretch onwards as far as they eye can see, tipping over a black horizon line invisible to the naked eye. The static particles of void—ink black and speckled grey—fill the spaces that stone and cities and blocky fruit trees do not. No players make their home here—none dare to spend more time than they must. The End is a utility, more than it is a dimension of its own. Hostile conditions make it unlivable to those other than the ones that know it best: endernians, endermen, the dragon, and her egg. 

The third, most often overlooked fact, that meshes with the others in vastness and hostility, is that the End is no place for strangers to combat. 

Xisuma is one of those strangers—was one of those strangers. World hopping was dangerous, unpredictable, dimension hopping even more so, especially for them—for the untrained. He hadn’t meant for either of them to tumble into the End dimension, prepared or otherwise, with its thin air and itchy end dust and large, very large, very angry dragon. It's the first thing his eyes catch—the movement of large wings and a massive, black snout as the world tilts and settles around them. 

Xisuma gasps as they finish settling into the world and Exonia follows suit, shoving them both behind the pillar beside them. The air feels charged with energy, thick with the beat of air from the dragon’s wings. Xisuma swallows as the two of them drop behind the pillar, and as they manage to catch their breath from the initial shock, he stirs up the courage in his chest to peek out behind the pillar. He steps out into the ring around him, eyes searching for the dragon above him. He can hear her cry even from on the ground. The crystals that bolster her strength glow brightly as she passes. It only takes a moment for her to swoop down as she circles, and it’s in this moment that Xisuma realizes he’s been seen. 

They freeze.

The dragon crashes to the ground, the heavy footfalls of her landing shaking the dirt around them. 

Xisuma stares into the creature’s face, purple eyes unblinking.

Something grabs his hand. It takes him a startlingly long moment to realize it’s Exonia, their eyes wide behind their tinted glasses. He’s still too busy staring up into the maw of the black dragon, her eyes trained on his every movement, the betraying flick of their tail. His heart beats fast in the base of their throat. A voice jumps to life in his mind—surely if he stays put, if he doesn’t move, the great dragon will turn her head away from him, and spare him, and spare his twin, and the world will be right again. Xisuma shuts their eyes. The beat between his first and second breath feels like a millenia.

The dragon snuffs a great breath that catches into a screech, its heavy head whipping back and around as Ex tugs on his arm. His eyes snap open. 

He’s not dead.

The dragon roars.

If he squints, Xisuma thinks he can see a shape, blurred by the scent and fog of the dragon’s breath, barely visible against the dark black obsidian pillars. It draws back its glittering weapon and fires, arrows flying high above the dragon’s head and to the peak of the pillars above. The peak explodes; obsidian chips and dust rain down from the blast.

He jerks his head to look at Ex. Their face is pulled tight in confusion and fear, a mask of anger flickering over it instead as they tug his hand again. He stumbles forward, feet catching pocks in the stone before he regains his footing. The dragon’s focus stays trained on the newcomer. She slashes with her claws, jaws chomping on thin air as the figure darts around with the effort of someone trained to deal with monsters her size.

An adventurer. Another player.

He turns back to look at Exonia—the back of their head, the tip of a pointed ear they can see. They’re practically pulling him along into further darkness toward something he can’t yet see, weaving between obsidian pillars as the island stretches out in front of them, all the way to a noticeable drop into void. As they cut through a section of chorus trees, a craft makes itself known on the next ridge.

A way out.

Xisuma pales, the oxygen in his lungs suddenly feeling very thin.

“What is that thing?” he manages as they start to slow. Ex shoots him a look over their shoulder, eyebrows tightly furrowed.

“A ship!” they say. “Don’t be foolish!”

“We don’t even—” X starts, but Exonia pulls them further forward. They dip their head, avoiding the endermen that roam around them, sinking in on themselves to appear smaller. They scramble up the next hill. In the short distance they’ve put between the dragon and themselves, they can still hear the screech of her anger and the beat of her wings. X’s heart still slams away in his throat.

“D’you want to be eaten, you derp?” Ex hisses, dropping into a crouch as they shimmy over the crest of the hill. X scrambles after them, finding their footing on the steep slope and up onto the ridge.

“No!” They blanch at the thought of the dragon finding them again, with her huge, yellow-white teeth and debilitating breath. “Why would I want that?”

Ex shoots them a pointed glance, taking a few quick steps around the edge of the “ship”—if it was a ship at all—as they do.

“Then start lookin’ for a way in!” they bark. Xisuma sets his jaw. Sighing through his nose, he picks himself up from his crouch, and follows suit. The ship is bright white and grey-black, hidden carefully by the dark sky around them and by shimmering enchantments that Xisuma can only guess at as he travels around its side and toward the back. It’s not a large craft—certainly different than anything he’d ever seen. 

Ex investigates with the unshakable confidence of someone who’s read far too much about this exact situation, or craft, or biome, or what have you. Xisuma tries to siphon that energy for himself, watching as they track the side of the metal with eyes partially obscured. They reach the back together, the ship’s large bay door shut against the End and void around them. X watches Ex’s face, their tail flicking agitatedly. Their hands find a depression near the fins of the ship. As they press into it, the door hisses, starts to lower onto the dusty stone below. Exonia scrambles back, catching Xisuma as they do, their hands clasping together again. Xisuma watches as the dark inside floods with the End’s pale glow, illuminating the sparse space within. 

It’s a holding bay—a handful of boxes are scattered around, their heavy plastic lids strapped tight. Bolted storage units line one wall, and a short staircase leads upward, into the space Xisuma can only assume is the main cabin of whoever that figure was.

Xisuma blinks. 

Exonia enters.

Enters is a loose term, because as his foot steps onto the metal-ribbed platform, Xisuma feels something crawl it’s way up his spine and turns, much too fast, Ex’s name already jumping from his throat.

There’s a crackle, like the sound of fireworks in the distance, as the sky fills with soft purple light. Xisuma alone watches the figure turn, a large, dark object cradled in their arms, and feels them stare back. Distance and the helm obscuring most of their face doesn’t do their features justice—it looks like a man, a human, staring back at him, eyes wide and bright, expression unreadable from here. All Xisuma knows is that the chill starts at the base of his neck and pulls through him, catching his lungs and heart and spine all the way down, hooking him in place. 

“Xisuma—” Exonia starts, tone bordering on impatient, but as they turn, they see exactly what they did. And they say again, their voice taking a fine, fearful edge:

“Xisuma.”

The figure starts toward them, and X can feel the immediate betrayal of all his senses, all at once, as his hackles raise, body recoiling until his feet hit the cold metal of the ship behind him. Exonia grabs his arm as he stumbles from the platform, tugging him away from the ship as the figure starts to close the distance between them. The man is carrying the dragon egg, much too large for his arms as he calls out to them.

“Hey! Wait! Wait!” The man calls. Xisuma stutters as he tries to scramble away, skittering to a stop at the man’s plea. As he turns to look over his shoulder, against all better judgment, he realizes the man has crouched by the entry door, egg still in his arms. The beat between the man stopping, dropping to a crouch to make himself small, and his next words is a rift Xisuma considers just jumping into. He wills a small, shaky breath into his lungs. The man sets the egg at his feet, hands spread.

“Are you okay?” he asks, breath evening as he stills for a moment. “I didn’t mean to scare you away. The dragon looked pretty dangerous!”

Xisuma blinks, breathing hard. Exonia manages to summon the courage he can’t seem to even taste, voice coming small from beside him.

“Who are you?” they muster. The man dips his head.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he says slowly. “I’m Keralis. Are you two from here?” 

Xisuma shakes his head. The man, Keralis, nods.

“Are you lost? Do you need help going home?” 

Xisuma offers a nod this time.

“Do you… know where home is?”

There’s a beat. The silence stretches on in the absence of anyone’s voice or actions, until Ex finally says:

“Not anymore. ‘S too far.”

Keralis doesn’t say anything for a moment. He stares instead down at the egg in his arms, the only expression on his face evident by his eyes through his visor. Xisuma watches him, trying to read that expression and coming up blank. It doesn’t look malicious, though. He’s begun to settle from the razor’s edge of nervousness and back down into a sense of normalcy. 

“I don’t want to leave you here. I…” Keralis hums. “I can take you back with me. And then maybe there will be someone who can help you get home, how about that?”

“Where’re you from?” Exonia asks. Keralis smiles—Xisuma can tell by the squint of his eyes.

“I’m from a ship. A spaceship in the sky.”

[muffinlance]

Re-read of Little Zuko Book One: complete

In-Jokes: re-uploaded to my brain

Book Two Outline: (very) rough draft complete

Am I Using This To Procrastinate On My Other Writing Projects: absolutely

[crispycreambacon]

— Love Soldier, I Want Closure —

One day, the Professor realized they have feelings for Ryan Bergara. They weren’t the kind he was craving for though.

SURPRISE!!! Yeah it’s the Ryan x Professor (aka Beefbuds) fic that I’ve been “hinting” at since last month. I was actually gonna rewrite segments of it, but then I noticed that

If I published the fic now, this fic will be the 69th fic in the Puppet History AO3 tag. Hehe, nice.

Today is Aromantic Visibility Day! Aka the most “funny on the surface level but actually extremely fitting once you read it” day I can publish this fic

So SCREW EDITING IT'S OUT NOW

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

Besides I cooked with this fic. It needs no further editing (/hyperbole), so if you wanna read a Puppet History fic that includes

A one-sided but genuine exploration of the Ryan/Professor ship that isn't just crack or sexy times

The Professor screaming and crying and throwing up

Detailed descriptions depicting Ryan's ribosome rizz (do not look up what ribosome is)

Wholesome family bonding with both his dino parents and Shane Madej

Aromanticism. That's it that's the line.

Then this fic is for you. Support your local aroace today and support aro people forever or else. Anyways have a good day! ^^

[starlightswordfight]

GOD writing friendship is making me so happy this is wonderful. friendship is the point of it all (rainbows fly everywhere like that dolphin picture)