#even if its a completely different setting

[themoonbutspooky]

the thing is, in a fair setting, non-disabled people won't use accommodations they don't need. I really believe this. They might try out say extra time on a test but if you don't need it, it'll get annoying. Sitting around in the test room for an extra 45 minutes thinking over the same things you know and don't know doesn't actually improve your test score.

There's a thousand reasons someone might need an accommodation. Maybe it takes them a long time to write and those extra minutes compensate for that. Maybe they panic under pressure and they need the extra time to regulate their breathing, and calm down enough to remember what they know. They might need long enough to double check their arithmetic or their spelling so they can show that they understand the concept they're actually being tested on not repeatedly graded down for something unrelated. More people might benefit from extra time than think they might but extra time isn't universally or inherently better.

If you're reading this and thinking "hey well I would definitely take the extra 45 that would boost my score for sure!" I hope you get a chance to see if its true. Either you'll realize it doesn't help and that's one thing you can cross off the list of things to try or it will help and well ... hi welcome to the club!

This same logic works for different accommodations. For example: my cpap is a miracle but it also sucks and is awkward to use I can't imagine someone using one if it didn't help them.

The problem is settings are rarely fair. Students are routinely asked to preform under time crunches that are impossible or nearly impossible. Extra time, then, seems obviously better for everyone. SSI seems obviously better too. After all, who doesn't want free money? But like the cpap there are drawbacks. And like the extra time on tests there are unfair circumstances that might make those draw backs worth it even to a hypothetical completely well/able-bodied/neurotypical person.

I would never tell someone struggling to keep up with mutliple jobs, family obligations, debt, etc that they aren't disabled enough to pursue any deal they think is worth it just because its their circumstance and not their biology that's putting the pressure on them. Obviously in a perfect world we'd fix the whole system or build something better but in the mean time if it helps more than it hurts it shouldn't matter why. tbh that brings up a lot of questions about how we define what is and isn't a disability in general but this isn't even my original post so I'll save it for another time.

Fake claimers are a much bigger threat to disabled people than fakers ever will be.

[semisasseater]

I'll give you my lo lo lo love

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flirty!bestfriend se-mi x fem!reader

Summary: still half asleep you just pick up whatever you could wear, so what happens when you walk out your room and go to your shared dorm kitchen where your best friend se-mi is just for her to say “is that my shirt?”

Tw: fluff, wuh luh wuh, flirty se-mi, reader just being a flustered embarrassed mess, light romance, slight suggestive themes, lmk if i missed anything!

authors note: RAGHH i feel better now and better enough to write this but its lowkey ass, also yall i miss my wife </3 (gabby) literally im gonna crash out i need to text her 24/7 (¬`‸´¬)

Not proofread!

Word count: 527

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The sun streamed through the thin curtains of the small dorm room you shared with Se-Mi, your best friend since high school. You were curled up in bed under a mountain of pink blankets, the subtle scent of strawberries lingering in the air thanks to your diffuser. In the room across from yours, Se-mi’s bed was neatly made, her black and white bedding perfectly arranged, a stark contrast to the chaos on your side.

It was an average morning—at least, you thought it was. Half-asleep, you shuffled to the closet to grab a shirt, not paying much attention as you slipped into one that was lying on the back of a chair. It felt a little loose, but comfort was all that mattered at the moment.

You yawned, stumbling into the kitchenette to grab some water. Se-Mi was already there, dressed in her usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, her short black hair perfectly in place. She looked up from her coffee mug, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

“Is that my shirt?” she asked, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

You froze mid-step, looking down at yourself. Your cheeks instantly flushed as you realized you’d put on her oversized black t-shirt—the one with a minimalist design you often teased her for being so “edgy” or something.

“Oh my god!” you squeaked, your face heating up. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize—I thought it was mine!” You scrambled to tug at the hem as if to cover your mistake, avoiding her gaze. “I’ll go take it off right now!”

Se-Mi leaned back against the counter, sipping her coffee calmly, her smirk growing into a teasing grin. “No don’t” she said, her voice softer now, almost playful. “It’s cute seeing you wear my things.”

You blinked, your brain short-circuiting at her words. Before you could even form a coherent response, she set her mug down and stepped closer. Her fingers brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, and then, without warning, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

Your face went up in red flames. “S-Se-mi!!!” you stammered, completely flustered.

“What?” she said, her tone casual, though the corner of her lips twitched upward. “You’re adorable when your like this”

You buried your face in your hands, unable to handle the intensity of her gaze or the warmth spreading through you. “Y-You’re impossible!”

Se-Mi chuckled. “And you’re the one walking around in my shirt.” She said with cocky grin.

You peeked at her through your fingers, still red-faced but unable to hold back a small, shy smile. “Maybe you shouldn’t have your clothes in my room” you muttered.

“Or” she said, tilting her head, “maybe you should just wear them.”

The dynamic between you two—her effortlessly confident, you hopelessly flustered—wasn’t new, but somehow, this moment felt different. More charged. Maybe the people who always assumed you were a couple weren’t so far off, after all.

You were too shy to say anything more, so you just stood there, feeling your heart race as she grabbed her coffee and walked back to her room, leaving you in her shirt and your thoughts.

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@semisasseater

[gatorbites-imagines]

Omni-man being defeated in battle and subsequently dominated? Maybe the trophy wife concept you mentioned in the NSFW alphabet for him?? I just love him

Nolan Grayson x Galactus inspired male reader

Headcanons

Imagine a big evil smirk growing on my face when I saw this request. set somewhere after Nolan leaves earth and Mark has taken Oliver back to earth.

Readers inspired by Galactus. Because I go apeshit for extreme size differences. I wanted this to be smutty, but it just ended up getting kinda cracky...

had a lot of fun writing this reader, would love to write him again.

You were an ancient immortal being known for devouring planets for power, feared across the universe and multiverse. You fought many battles with the people of viltrum, mainly because of how powerful you were and how much of a threat you posed. Of course, they never won, which wounded their ego.

But at some point, you guys struck a deal. You would stop attacking them and they would stop attacking you. You guys would stay out of each other’s way and territory. Sometimes they would even offer you planets if your heralds found it worthy of consumption.

How Nolan fell into your lap could happen in many ways, but I find the most interesting being him leaving Andressa and Thraxa. Maybe he travels so far, he succumbs to exhaustion like when he left earth, and he just happens to fall right into your giant palm.

You weren’t mindlessly evil, but you weren’t good either. And the small violent viltrumites had always intrigued you. You had always wanted one of them to be a herald of yours, but you also knew you wouldn’t have their loyalty.

Nolan would wake up well rested and healed, curled up on a hard purple surface which he would later realize is your palm. You had been floating through the universe simply holding him like one would hold a little bird or mouse, or maybe more a small vulnerable flower petal.

Nolan has most likely lived long enough to have fought you before, so he knows who you are, what you can do, and the deals he’s broken by ending up in your territory. Maybe hes just too depressed to care about himself, his people, anything.

To you, hes kind of like a little pathetic creature, like how we see a baby animal missing a leg and coo, wanting to keep it and care for it. well, maybe its more like you want to own him. A being like yourself don’t experience emotions like everyone else, but there’s interest.

It’s a bit sad to see a viltrumite so wilted and weakened. You had expected a fight, and order your heralds to try and goad him into one so you can crush his will yourself. But Nolan just sits on your palm with a blank look in his eyes, even as you devour planets right in front of him.

The whole “wife” process kind of starts up after Nolan and you have shared silence for a while, who knows how long. The universe is vast, and you guys just keep moving from one planet to the next.

Maybe he just starts telling you about his life on earth, his wife, or wives, his sons, how he’s starting to think everything he’s learned maybe isn’t right. How he’s tired and feels like he doesn’t have a purpose.

In the beginning you offer to make him one of your heralds, but being able to enter people’s minds you also pick through his memories, wants and deeper wishes.

A being like yourself has never had much interest in a spouse, at least after ascending into what you are now. There is the fact that you will exist until the universe ends completely, how you travel the dark emptiness of space, and how you are one of the most evil beings in the universe, if others ask.

Sliding the mental image into Nolans head, of being your so called “wife” is the first time you get a major reaction out of him. Maybe its viltrumite instinct or his own pride, but he wont just take it laying down.

Fighting him isn’t a challenge for you, you could have crushed him very easily, but you make it seem like you put in an effort to calm whatever struggles Nolan might have in his mind. It’s only after you’ve defeated him, and there’s literally nothing else he can do that Nolan will shyly agree.

To him theres no life to return to, so why not live out that little fantasy of his. It’s not like you’ll demand him to do more carnal wifely acts… right?

(spoiler, you will, but that comes later when you guys gain a deeper more intense attraction to each other. And when that time comes Nolan agrees very willingly)

In the beginning there isn’t really any change in the relationship you guys already had. Being a literal cosmic being means you normally don’t feel a lot of carnal urges or wants, so it’s all up to Nolan to make a move.

You visiting Herald almost choked when they saw Nolan floating up to your massive face and kiss your lips, even if he only is able to kiss your bottom lip.

The other Heralds also have a similar reaction when you start referring to Nolan as your wife. They can’t question you, and some of them just give Nolan a “good luck” and are on their way.

You don’t really care whatsoever about gendered terms, and as much as Nolan blushes and denies it, your mental bond lets you feel how much he likes being called Wife.

Its digging around Nolans mind that you see his deeper fantasies and start bringing out the things that go along with it. like, materializing a skimpy “slave” outfit for him, in purple and blue of course so he matches you.

When you order him to shave his beard Nolan almost, almost, blows up and starts arguing. But deep down he also knows its what he wants, to disconnect himself completely from who he was before and just allowing himself to be someone new.

At some point you start referring to him as your “viltrum slave” and later just “slave wife” because it gets Nolan really excited, if you know what I mean. Being mentally connected means that Nolans pleasure is your pleasure. You technically could shrink and enjoy the throes of the body with him, but being so much bigger excites both of you.

It does worsen your already horrible image somewhat, and give people stupid ideas. Planets start trying to offer you women, or their species version of it, to try and make you leave their planet. Its always denied though.

When planets realize you don’t want women, they start trying to offer you “wives” that look like Nolan, which just makes Nolan pissed, because he’s as possessive as you. On those planets you let him indulge in his viltrumite urge for destruction, before you devour it.

Nolan will regularly forget just how strong he is when he’s around you and your heralds. They start referring to him as your “pet” or “wife” too, just playing into Nolans little fantasy. And who are you to stop them? Happy wife, happy life.

This also just means that Nolan can shock himself by wiping out entire planets in hours. In the past it might have taken months or weeks, but with the cosmic powers from you as well, nobody really stands a chance.

It will be very fun if rumors get back to earth somehow that you have “kidnapped and enslaved” a rogue viltrumite. I’m not sure they’d send anyone to save Nolan, but they gotta live with that.

Maybe you pull up to earth for one reason or another. Big chance its because your scantily dressed wife has been fantasizing about this one gelato Nolan used to eat on the regular, so of course you have to go get it.

You could have sent your heralds or just teleported maybe Nolan to do it but… you want to go on a date…

So, you shrink from “I swallow planets whole” size to “im big enough to knock down this skyscraper” size, and just… appear on earth. Cue huge chaos and extreme fear, because you can’t tell me Cecil wouldn’t know of you at least.

Cue guardians of the globe pulling up, and someone, probably Rex, going “hold up… isn’t that your dad?” to Mark, because of course Nolan is sitting all pretty and “enslaved” looking on your shoulder.

The whole “slave” outfit also put these shackle looking things around Nolans wrists and ankles, as well as a collar, to make it look like you were somehow suppressing his powers. Sometimes they actually did that if you wanted them too. Most of the time it was for looks.

Its… very awkward. Nolan would be embarrassed if he hadn’t wiped out an entire planet wearing only a purple bra and panties once. This one is at least more like Leias slave outfit than the almost nonexistent stuff you sometimes had him wear.

Theres a chance its more surprising to see Nolan without his moustache honestly, than it is seeing him in the bra and fabric ensemble.

I have a feeling you would, in your powerful godly cosmic entity voice, booming loud enough for the entire state to hear, tell mark that he may refer to you as stepfather, if he would like.

Someone, Rex, would start wheezing so hard with laughter he would struggle not to pass out. I have a feeling most of the guardians would start snickering, except for the more serious ones like Rudy, who knows you could snuff them all out if you wanted.

For some comedy and crack, Debbie gives you, devourer of planets and immortal cosmic being, the shovel talk. Nolan is impressed that you seem more attentive to her words than entire planets begging for mercy.

Nolan doesn’t return to earth, or to Debbie or anything, but you do offer your stepson (Mark groans and covers his face), that you will help him out if he needs it. you also offer to play baseball with him, or take him to “the game” (you still don’t really understand what that is), for family bonding.

You keep eating planets, Nolan keeps being your little trophy wife, but maybe the ending of this universe won’t be the same as in the comics, since Mark now has his “sigh… step father” on his side. You and Nolan just keep being a happy married couple, in whatever way someone like you two can be.

[beaulesbian]

Xitra "Rook" Ingellvar

[deep-space-lines]

So I've been kinda musing on the idea of a helmetless Gabriel design because. well. idk, I keep seeing them. And while some of them are really cool, I just don't personally vibe with the concept as a whole, I guess? Keep his hat on. That's his face. Either that or it's a featureless ball of light under there or something. you freaks can take off his underwear but do NOT take off the helmet

There's always something a little off about it to me. Like either he's Just A Guy which is technically more biblically accurate but also kinda boring, or he's some kind of cool """biblically accurate angel""" deal that isn't actually biblically accurate even though it looks cooler.

I ended up settling on a concept that's kind of the best of both worlds to me. It makes a sort of sense for Gabe to have a human face under there, since he's meant to be a messenger to humanity, but I'm thinking, rather than having A Face, he kind of just... appears to individuals as their stereotypical idea of an angel, with either a face that the individual would find trustworthy or stern or outright terrifying depending on what message he's trying to send; different for every observer but always beautiful, flawless.

So to humans, he'd generally appear as something resembling common artistic depictions of him. No set features, but with some consistent elements: young, conventionally attractive & 'perfect'; somewhat androgynous; and with glowing eyes.

On the other hand, V1 doesn't really have anything internal to draw on. It doesn't pay attention to faces. It has no beauty standards. It doesn't trust or hate. It has a completely different thought process, brain structure. So instead, it sees something it can't quite comprehend, because it wasn't meant to comprehend it. A shifting form of faces and wings and light superimposed on each other, closer to the truth than any human but unable to make sense of it.

You know how if AI tries to animate something (or really do anything), it can kind of trail off and lose track of what it's doing and get increasingly nonsensical? It's dumb, but the best example I can think of for how I'd imagine V1 would see Gabriel would be AI Minecraft. The way that a white pixel can become a sheep can become snow can become clouds, and looking up at the sky and then back down will completely change the entire landscape. All its processing power going to solidify some kind of humanoid face in what it's seeing, confirmation bias building up a stronger and stronger image, only for it to tilt its head slightly and the entire illusion shatters.

"ok but what would Gabriel see in the mirror?" do u think i know how angels see

...All that being said. The real answer is still "leave his hat on". freaks

[elbiotipo]

Some thoughts for a D&D Spelljammer setting I'll probably never get around to actually write:

Spelljamming ships should be a revolution in transport and not only for fantasy space, they're basically flying ships, they could transport things from one end of a planet to another. Worlds that know spelljamming must be very different than those that don't.

What's the limitation here, then? Spelljammers themselves, that is, the guys who pilot the ships. They need to be magic users and you would need at least 2, preferably more, for shifts. That means you need to have mages that could be doing other useful magic stuff piloting a ship.

There's also the cost and skill required to make spelljamming helms. 5000 GPs in materials and level 5 spell apparently. Now, gold and levels in D&D don't mean much to me, so for the purposes of this scenario, I will assume making a spelljamming ship is costly and needs a lot of skill regardless of the actual numbers involved. So you don't have ships flying around the skies of every world, just a few have both the "human resources" (that is, trained mages) and material resources (I assume the spells and components are expensive and rare) to make spelljamming helms and crew ships.

Do we have equivalents of this in the real world? Yes, actually! The entire aircraft industry! Airliners, which are among the most complex machines produced in mass, are basically built only by Boeing, Airbus, and recently Comac on China (there used to be more) and pilots aren't easy to train either. There might be few worlds with the concentrated *productive forces* to build spelljammer helms in "serial" production, outside of some crazy wizard in a tower.

In fact, this is a bit besides the point but in general, the world(s) of D&D are pre-industrial, and this makes sense as for complex tasks you wouldn't really think of using a machine to do it, you seek a magic user who can do it instead. They are very jealous of their trade secrets too. We are looking at a kind of Renaissance economy in a large scale then, with guilds and church(es) and other institutions for "artisanal" complex goods instead of industries. Fantasy settings have always been strange about the demographics of mage users, but I think knowing the role of monasteries, alchemists, etc. during the real-life Renaissance helps you get closer to the dynamics.

Returning to the ships, I think spelljammer ships (or helms) might be hard to make but very hardy, long-lasting and easy to pilot, sort of like DC-3s that were built before WWII and are still used in Colombia. So that fits with the adventurer idea of getting an old ship and going into the stars. And maybe there is a surplus of them in some worlds that used to have large navies (like post-WWII surplus of airplanes and ships).

In Spelljammer you can stick a spelljamming helm on anything and make it fly, even seagoing ships (which are preferred for many reasons) but the true spelljamming ships like the Hammerhead Ship, the Squid Ship, etc. have strange shapes. I will say that those are not just decorative (because that's frankly a bit silly) but actually designed for better navigation through the currents of the Phlogiston or Astral Sea.

The 5e rules of spelljamming navigation basically say that ships go into the Astral Sea and then the spelljammer at the helm just thinks where to go and flies "100 million miles in 24 hours", that's it, just think about it and you're wherever you want, or, if you're not in a ship, you can just fly through the astral sea and, I quote "The more intelligent a creature is, the faster it can move." Which is frankly too stupid for words. I'm actually kind of angry at how stupid it is.

I'm completely ditching the 5e Astral Sea with its whole spiritual thing (to me that's a completely different thing) and making it a material plane of phlogiston (or aether, that sounds better) where the crystal spheres float. They aren't fixed, they move and flow with the stellar currents, but you CAN navigate them if you're attuned to them, you can use navigation equipment to find particular spheres and you can use your sails to get more favorable currents, this is a skill you have to learn and can cut travel times or let you find some things in space.

Doesn't that sound much better than "you just think and you're there xdxddxddxdxd"?

So how fast then? I think we'll just play it safe and see the top speed of sailing ships on the real world. Clippers, the fastest sail ships before steam ships, took roughly 100 days to cross the Pacific. The usual before was about 4-6 months. It depends on how big your setting is, but I think that's a good estimate to go to "the other side of the world" as one would say. And it of course would depend on how well known the routes are. It could be that you simply CAN'T fly to other spheres without doing extensive navigation first.

So instead of having 10 to 100 days at random to go somewhere (like in the original Spelljammer) or the somehow even stupider rules of 5e, you would have a map of well navigated, average, poorly known, and completely unknown spelljamming routes. Every time you got farther away from the well-known routes, navigation becomes more dangerous and travel more slow. You need (both in game terms and in setting terms) to have good navigation skills to get anywhere fast and safe.

You could have crystal spheres grouped in "constellations" (in my setting I do) that are easier to navigate inside, where the currents are known. This is also useful for worldbuilding "regions" in fantasy space that share cultural traits.

There must be all sorts of magical and non-magical navigation means, especially for landing on planets. Magical lighthouses, compasses, communication (a kind of morse code that can be communicated by lights, when magical communication isn't an option). I would think that for convenience, since planets are so big, spelljammers might sort of memorize the land of the main port and not bother with the rest. It might be that in an entire world, only one or two ports are truly visited by spelljammers. This also means that it would be very easy to set up a new base somewhere, even in well-travelled worlds.

What about power projection and star empires? We can read about colonial empires and age of sail trade to get a hint here. Empires where you rule by posting armies in every planet are very unlikely, since we established spelljammers are kind of expensive to make. Imagine invading and controlling, say, Earth in the 1600s with a dozen ships.

But imperialism where an external power controls key trade routes and ports, economically controlling a world, is very possible. This control means that those worlds must be integrated into the *galactic* economy somehow, as a large world can be self-sustaining, but its connections to the greater galaxy can be controlled. So, an imperialist power might succeed into controlling the economy of a world by controlling its trade centers and politics, without needing large armies or simply enlisting local collaborators. In fact, many might not be even aware they belong to a interstellar empire in their maps. On the other hand, *more* *voluntary* associations similar to the Hansa or Greek leagues might arise.

[onestepbackwards]

(Self-aware PLA) Imagine if the player manages to get transported into the game and due to not being made of code is just ungodly strong when in the game, like able to fight a pokemon bare-handed kinda strong.

Now imagine they somehow get transported by complete accident and are just out in the wilderness and decide to just become the local cryptid for funsies. Made a costume out of whatever they could get and everything.

So now people think this pokemon that is immune to pokeballs and as strong if not stronger than the nobles is just roaming around Hisui, on the prowl for its next target (meanwhile they're just gushing over a wurmple they found and petting it)

You honestly thought you'd be nothing but chopped liver if you ever ended up in the Pokemon universe.

It wasn't hard to guess why. Humans in the pokemon world constantly not only had a lot of disasters due to pokemon and legendaries-

But even regular day people dealt with injuries from pokemon, as if it were simply a small cut from an irritated cat.

If you owned an electric type pokemon, it was natural to assume you'd at best be accidentally shocked at some point. Shocks normal humans in your world wouldn't survive most likely.

So you thought.

Waking up in Legends Arceus was... more than just a surprise. You had wondered if you hit your head, or had something slipped in your food before you went to bed the night before.

Of course, you feared for your life at first.

You had no Arcphone or map. Or any of your own pokemon.

If it wasn't for the fact you were looking at living breathing pokemon in the distance, you would have thought you'd been kidnapped and dropped in the wilderness somewhere.

So when you had tried to maneuver through the wilds in an attempt to find some sort of land marks, (which was awful, by the way. How the hell were you going to find landmarks when things looked so different from a new perspective?), it was inevitable you would be spotted.

By a Golduck no less. One that seemed especially dead set on beating the rocks out of you.

It had chased you, a lot more vigorously than in game, before you were cornered.

You thought you were a goner, or at least going to get quite the beating.

But you weren't going to go down without a fight, at least. Even if you were terrified.

So when you threw a terrified punch-

...You weren't expecting the poor Golduck to flying like Team Rocket blasting off.

You had looked at your fists in slight horrified wonder, wondering if it was a fluke of some sort.

However, it quickly became clear when another aggressive pokemon had tried to attack you, that your strength was no joke.

You defended yourself, and low and behold, the other pokemon went flying. Any other pokemon in the area immediately backed off, giving you space.

Though when you gently said hello to a Pichu, and carefully gave the curious pokemon a pet, many pokemon seemed to relax.

The aggressive pokemon though, definitely still gave you a wide berth, and it then hit you.

They were treating you like you were on top of the food chain, being able to square up with them almost like-

It hit you in that moment.

Were they treating you like some sorta Alpha?

You thought for a moment about what this meant, and considered your options.

Given that you had no idea where you were, and how to contact anyone, you decided you'd roll with the punches. Even if that meant doing so literally.

...Which is how you accidentally ended up scaring the first human you saw.

By that point, it had already been a few days.

Despite your sudden climb up the food chain, pokemon for the most part were very friendly to you. Many were willing to help you out.

Some had given you berries and other fruits and veggies they scavenged. Others had helped find you some clothe, which you were... concerned where they had gotten it from.

But you wouldn't turn down clothes or blankets.

That being said, perhaps you should have realized being wrapped in a blanket in the cold at night, surrounded by some Alpha pokemon would have caused a stir by the first human that actually found you.

The poor merchant took off screaming when you spotted him and tried approaching. He was gone before you could even ask him to wait.

You had been confused, and wondered if it was all the wild pokemon near you that spooked him. No doubt he thought some of the alpha pokemon would attack?

It upset you a little bit, but you understood. There goes another human to talk to and get some directions from.

But that did mean you'd have to adjust your approach going forward if you saw another human.

Which of course, also didn't go well.

You came across a camp, and tried to approach-

...Only for everyone to run screaming as they ran from the 'creature' leading a gang of very large pokemon behind them.

After that, you decided perhaps you wouldn't be in contact with any humans any time soon. Not if you kept being found or finding humans at times you were surrounded by other pokemon.

Which was always.

And you had forgotten that people in this era were very wary of pokemon compared to other games. You figured if you were even surrounded by smaller pokemon, you'd still see fear.

It was not long after that you ended up adopting the 'cryptid' persona.

Nearly any time you came across someone, they never got a real good look at you, and ended up running away, usually screaming.

But hey, you weren't hurting anyone. Plus it was kinda funny to think about how you were some mysterious 'human' or 'creature' that gave people the spooks.

May as well find some humor in it, despite how lonely you were.

Of course, you unknowingly end up causing some discord in the local settlements. Word spreads of the odd creature that is often spotted with different pokemon, especially alpha pokemon.

And the pokemon seem to follow them, like they are a leader of some sort.

Was it a new pokemon? A humanoid lookin' one?

Was it strong enough to wrangle even alphas?

Was it dangerous? Did it hunt humans?

Did the creature only come out at night?

Meanwhile, you are playing peekaboo with an Eevee, blissfully unaware of the conflict people have about your existence.

Questions about your presence spread like wildfire as people pondered who you were. Or what you were.

Maybe you weren't even a pokemon at all, but some sort of spirit or god?

Others, a smaller few, suggested maybe you were just a hermit. (Unknowingly, they were sorta right...)

Some wondered if you were even real, and not some sort of prank going outside a circle of friends.

However, the sightings continue, even in different regions. A cloaked figure followed by all sorts of pokemon, regular and alphas.

Some even wondered if you were an omen of death, or a warning. Showing up to weary travelers when danger was near, instilling fear into them so they would leave the area, and therefore, the danger.

In reality, you were simply exploring. It was interesting how the world connected outside the hub area of the game. You could actually see how regions connected now!

Plus, you were trying to map out everything in an attempt to maybe find a settlement at some point. At this point though, it wasn't as high of a priority as you settled into your new life.

It's not until you end up helping a young woman, a teenager you think, who was lost, that people wonder if the deity or omen theory is true.

What really happened is you found a young teen clearly lost and scared.

You approached them, careful to avoid scaring her. You gave her some of your fruit you had kept on you, and asked a Blissey to help heal her.

All while she stared in shock, unable to get a good look at you with how dark it was.

It was near pitch black, except for the glow from Cyndaquil that was next to you for some light to see where you were walking. The flames from the little guy's tail eerily lit up your cloak, but hid your face.

You point her in the direction you think is a camp, without saying much, and she nearly stumbles away as she takes off, occasionally looking at you behind her shoulder.

...The rumors of you being a deity of protection skyrocket after that. Oops.

At least you were having fun with it!

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Counterpoint: That's what makes Lex one of the most evil people in the DCU

As you say in the case of Brainiac, Darkseid and the various devil-ish characters like Neron and so on, doing evil or at the very least doing things that harm others is kind of baked into them. They were created with this mind set and its their purpose be it through magic or science or Cosmic Destiny Stuff

Lex has something that people like Neron never had

He was born with a CHOICE

Lex could have stopped ANY GODDAMN TIME HE WANTED

Neron is the literal devil. In canon, he EXISTS to be evil. Darkseid is the god of evil. He EXISTS to be evil. Even Brainiac is a being that is, I think, almost wholly amoral except for ego and ambition in canon? I lose track of what Brainiac's whole deal is beyond "Green nutbag who shrinks things"

Lex could have CHOSEN to do good any time he wanted. Nothing stopped him. Every evil action he's done, he did because he personally chose to do it. And none of it was motivated by some greater good or ideology for a better world or trying to help others even if it meant he had to hurt others. He did it all because he's a greedy, cruel, petty, spiteful, hateful little bastard

There's an amazing Doctor Who audio drama called Jubilee where the Doctor lands in an alternative reality earth where, after he helped foil a Dalek invasion in this worlds past, the humans of this world used the Daleks technology to advance their world....to a point....but also became the worst versions of themselves

In it the "English Empire" is basically Nazi Germany with the swastika filed off, the world is a hellpit of oppression, bigotry and death and the human race are completely fucking insane at this point, embracing the idea of executing people for ridiculous almost Wonderland-ian "crimes" like simply contracting words

When the ruler of the English Empire (A racist misogynistic madman named Nigel, which, believe it or not, was not a commentary on current British politics but rather just a Simpsons like moment of Doctor Who guessing that the worst man in all of England would have that name) invites the Doctor to speak at the ceremonial execution of the sole remaining Dalek prisoner that the English Empire has, the Doctor delivers one of the most brutal "Fuck you" moments to humanity in all of fiction

"I shall talk to you about evil

A long time ago

A race evolved which had an OBSESSION with power

Power was at the center of all its thoughts

Power to conquer

Power to tyrannize

They could only define themselves by the lives they had taken

Or the slaves they had collected"

The leader of the English Empire assumes the Doctor is talking about the Daleks here but the Doctor quickly shuts that shit down

"The Daleks were genetically engineered to see all other life as a threat

Human beings are different

Human beings have a CHOICE

WHAT EXCUSE DO YOU HAVE?

All my life times I have protected you

Maybe I made a mistake

Kill the Dalek if you like

OR LET THE DALEK KILL YOU

I DON'T THINK I CAN TELL THE TWO OF YOU APART ENOUGH TO C A R E"

Oh thank fuck, we're finally doing away with this garbage about Lex being "reformed" and going back to him being an evil bastard

Full offence intended but the idea of Lex Luthor "Changing his ways" is and always has been one of the stupidest thing DC's ever done which makes it even more ridiculous they tried this TWICE....it's like trying to reform the Joker

Only worse because given what the real world is like, I really have zero interest in any comic that's trying to make me root for an evil bigoted rich cishet white guy

Lex Luthor is a monster, plain and simple. Probably the single most vile and despicable character in DC canon. I don't want him reformed I want to see Superman punch him through a wall

Because for real, people like him don't change. That's just a fact

[rolandkaros]

caved.

[iphigeniacomplex]

breaking my silence on chess the musical to say that i would literally not give a fuck about this show if i thought it was good or fully successful at what it is saying. SORRY! i love how messy she is. i love how since 1984 and continuing to this very day people with entirely different perceptions of and opinions on the musical have attempted in their own ways to "make it good" by creating all these different versions with like notably different plots, characterization, and song order, and i love how fucking bad the vast majority of these are despite it all. i hope people keep trying to fix chess the musical forever and until the end of time. i hope no one ever figures it out. i want every currently living theatre director in existence to make their own version and for all these versions to come out on broadway at the same time, making that year's musical season entirely comprised of various different versions of the cold war chess musical by tim rice and half of abba. i want not only our greatest minds but also our middlest-of-the-road and worst minds to come up with their own conclusions as to why chess does not entirely work in its original form or any subsequent forms like to really think about it and yes i do want someone to dedicate their entire life to perfecting chess by releasing version after version after version until they die peacefully but still, as always, in the grips of obsession. i want marriages to be broken up. i want mental states to be shattered. i dream of this world

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pages from trying to keep a little sketchbook-scrapbook type thing going for two weeks lol. I gave myself specific rules in hopes they might all end up more cohesive/consistent seeming, but alas, scribbly chaos reigns, it seems

[shakingparadigm]

horrendously sick and twisted btw

[skunkes]

yeah ur addition abt brushes mattering is so true, i dont think i really came into my current style until i tried out aliasing for my lineart

exactly! ill never understand brush gatekeeping (other than for certain reasons, like how i wont share brushes that ppl have given me in private bc theyre not mine to share, sometimes ppl wont share them bc they want to sell them etc) or saying it doesnt matter lol.... ppl who do so are always like "um having my brushes wont make u draw exactly like me! 🙄" like yeah, they wont. that's not what anyone expects. but also, if they wont magically make someone draw exactly like you then what exactly is your problem with sharing them lol what are you afraid of !

i've used TONS of brushes from artists who have shared them and i hate most of them because they don't fit my way of working even after editing settings, which is why i know they do matter when you get your hands on brushes that fit your line weight, strokes, style, texture, preferences, etc. if that makes sense....

[dennisboobs]

some of you should not speak on dennis until you've rewatched sunny in full instead of just the macden-centric eps.

[astros-arts-inthestars]

aubrey with a metaverse outfit

...I hope you know it took me a month to draw this and it's nOT EVEN BECAUSE IM GAY. Colors are hard man. But i... actually REALLY TOOK THIS REQUEST SERIOUSLY THE MOMENT I SAW IT and am pretty proud of the design- tHE COLORS JUST FUCKED ME OVER MAN

anyways <3 Aubrey as a Phantom Thief!! Without and with a mask <3

Joker (and the others) suggested codenames such as: -Hare -Cottontail -Lucky -Rabid -Burrow

What do you guys think?

[toddtakefive]

btw todd’s reluctance to join the dps because he doesn’t want to read (which is then accommodated for) and is scared to put himself out there (which is also worked through) being read as todd not wanting to go AT ALL, and thus neil making the proper accommodations (“todd anderson, who prefers not to read, will keep the minutes of the meetings”) and encouraging him to step out of the box that stifles him being seen as ‘forceful’ or like he can’t take no for an answer makes me insane with rage