#event: the rift

[driftingballoons]

Dusknoir, realizing who hero is, absolutely terrified of touching them

Also imagining if they did touch and hero had a dimensional scream about the events to come…would have been interesting as a potential conflict between hero and partner

[chaoticvi]

Caitlyn and Vi asset in League of Legends Wild Rift for Pride Event 2024 🏳️‍🌈

[sovamurka]

CHROMACRASH // ART PUNK

Ekko and Jinx matching icons <3

[aoitakumi8148]

...𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹... 𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊.

[thecursedcreator]

[frozentothetouch]

“it’s like you’re a stranger.”

[blue-tearss]

Mmmhm. Yeah thats what I was figuring, so as you were saying about blue's awareness- so we knew where he was and what he was doing, my question is, what went wrong?

And. Well, followup question because I don't think you'd mind a two-in-one

Why do you think that about him? Bet it's a long story but I can sit and listen to the list of complaints you have about the boy you fostered.

[ He disappears, and the screen goes black. ]

.....

BLUE feels a grin cross his face as he completes the trip to Cinnabar. Yes! He had taught his Blastoise SURF, and now he had finally been able to get to the island—and more specifically, to Blaine.

He watches eyes linger on him as he passes by, but even though his thoughts lead him straight to the POKEMON mansion, he feels himself walking to Cinnabar's coast instead. Huh, okay. Follow your heart!

[ "Poseidon!" ] BLUE calls, letting the POKEMON out of it's Pokéball. It lets out a garbled shriek of joy in reply, nuzzling against his hand, and BLUE grins. [ "Come on, I just saw you 2 minutes ago! Anyway, I heard there's some mean Tentacool on the coast, so you know what to do! " ]

Blastoise, named Poseidon, apparently, nods determinedly, hopping into the water lining the edge of Cinnabar and sitting patiently as BLUE climbs on.

The water seems to buzz with a sort of uneasy electricity, as if a million Jolteons were underwater, rubbing against each other. BLUE snorts at the thought as Poseidon speeds forward to the edge of island, and BLUE peers forward and squints into the water, but he can't see anything. No ripples, no bubbles, no sign of Wild Pokémon at all. Nothing except the off- buzzing sound as he leans forward, and he frowns. That's odd...

BLUE considers dipping his hand into the water, but then realized that if, somehow, it is a bunch of Jolteons or other Electric type Pokémon creating the strange current, he would definitely be in trouble if he touched it. So, using his very real common sense, thankyouverymuch, he sits back up, and allows Blastoise to speed back to the other end of the coast, which yields the same results.

[ Even as he repeats the action 2, 3, 5 times, there is oddly enough no desire to stop. ]

It's the 8th time, and they're on the end closer to Pokémon mansion, mostly blocked from view, when it appears.

It's everything. It's nothing. It's Magikarp. It's Arceus. It's GRAMPS. It's RED.

It

hurts.

The POKEMON's (??????) cry is piercing, driving straight into his brain with a pain that has to be unnatural. BLUE opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, words fizzing out in his throat.

(A name comes to mind, slips away just as quick. Warnings from RED. Warnings from that dark-haired boy. )

Whatever it is, it latches onto his fear. BLUE can make out shapes—fossils, bones, a ghost, Red, his mother and father—but he can't figure out the name for it. He can't remember. He can't remember. He can't remember. He sees a Masterball in his hand, and the fear only grows. When did he get that? Even so, he throws it. .. ... .... Success! M?ISSINGⁿO. was caught!. .BLUE whited out. . . . . ( MISSINGNO locks nonexistent eyes on BLUE. ) ( BLUE feels his heart rate jolt up, and he clutches at his chest. Shuts his eyes, tightly, gasps for air. ) ( Goes through the motions, as one would say. ) ( The thing shifts. ) ( A familiar face smiles at him. A red jacket, lined with soft wool. One leather glove, reaching out. ) ( Familiar maroon eyes, pitch black and stormy with corruption. ) ( Contact is made, and BLUE catches fire. ) . . . Your save data has been corrupted. Start a New Game? >Yes. --BLUE wakes up, and his eyes adjust quickly to the bright lights of his room. He huffs as he stretches, vaguely dreading having to go to GRAMPS and get his Pokémon. On top of that, his head hurts. Like, a lot. He tries to figure out why, and he only can dredge up the taste of saltwater, and the sound of waves crashing against a coast.

........

( ..You have the feeling that pointing out the name mistake would be pointless here.)

( A sharp sound cuts through the silence, and your hands fly to your ears at the sudden volume. The Gameboy's screen is a mess of garbled graphics. )

( ... Professor Oak returns a second later. )

( Green ? ? )

"Hey."

( ... Right. Once he became self aware, he'd realize he was missing a lot of memories, right? From before the game, as well as before the incident. )

( ... )

[twitch-upon-the-thread]

Do you think someone is out there creating a graphic novel prequel origin story of Tyler Owens’ start to tornado chasing and slowly accumulating this motley crew/family that became the Wranglers and started their YouTube channel?

[tofuless]

Ait with my copy of Rift Apart finally arriving im 100% gonna find time to doodle Negative

But also since I'm still playing Black Myth I wanna doodle my own take on the whole "someone from our world gets isekaid to the journey" trope where they joined the journey, formed a bond with Wukong then black myth happened but person-from-our-world didn't know the plan and angst begins

[snowshinobi]

Kaveh's relationship with his mother is fascinating. She's alive but she's gone. A massive desert plus an ocean away. His father sank to his death in that very desert. He has a copy of the architecture textbook she wrote; in his journal, he nitpicks the cover design. He mentions his absent mother's name, Faranak, but not his dead father's. He calls her mother, not maman or even mom. It's implied he learned his trade from her. His journal reveals that he feels agonizing guilt about his father. He has never spoken of visiting his mom in Fontaine, nor her returning to visit Sumeru.

like what the fuck is going on. There's intimacy here, but it's strained. There is the person she was, of whom Kaveh speaks fondly, and the person she is, who he neither knows nor seeks. HUH?????????

[where-is-caithe]

Hi. How do you people get the materials for your obsidian armor. I'm fucking bored.

[ask-the-scary-mauri-pals]

-Carl lands here after getting yeeted-

-AAAH!! OOF!!!

Oh. Hey, Carl, we thought you were dead.

Well, that makes everyone but the two Mauris. This isn't a good sign.

[sorathecookie]

Lunar Rift Timeline AU: Soul Assimilation

In a dark void, a young White Lily Cookie awoke.

"Huh...? Where am I?" she asked, looking around. There was only darkness, with hints of blue stars, making the area resemble the night sky somewhat. "Pure Vanilla Cookie! Pure Vanilla Cookie! Are you here?"

In the distance, a young Pure Vanilla Cookie awoke. "White Lily Cookie...?" he spoke.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie!" White Lily Cookie exclaimed, floating towards him. "Thank goodness you're ok!"

"And same for you, White Lily Cookie!" Pure Vanilla Cookie said with a smile on his face, which faded as he looked around. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," White Lily Cookie answered. Could we...be trapped in the portal? she thought to herself. All I remember was me using Dark Moon Magic to open it to make the perfect Cookie, then the souls appeared, and then... Then, the two young Cookies heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Oh, what's this? I didn't expect to have guests here!"

White Lily Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie jumped with slight surprise. "Who's there?" Pure Vanilla Cookie asked.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar Cookie appeared in the void.

"Who are you?" White Lily Cookie asked fearfully.

"Who I am isn't important. What is important, however, is my need for power."

"Power...?" Pure Vanilla Cookie repeated.

"Yes. I used to be a very powerful Cookie, but as the years passed, my power has waned. I sense strong magic power within you young Cookies. If you could lend me your power, I can regain my strength."

White Lily Cookie was unsure of this. How can she and Pure Vanilla Cookie be sure they could trust this mysterious Cookie? There was only one way to find out.

"If we lend you our power, what would we get in return?" she asked.

"Simple: you would be free from this void," the voice answered.

White Lily Cookie was still unsure of this. But if it was the only way to be released from the void, then she had no choice.

"Alright. We will lend you our power."

"Excellent."

Suddenly, White Lily Cookie began to turn a bright shade of blue.

"White Lily Cookie!!" Pure Vanilla Cookie exclaimed. Suddenly, the same thing began to happen to him. The two were then completely consumed and turned into flames of blue, which swirled around a Cookie's silhouette, which absorbed the two flames.

"Hahahahaha...! Finally....!" the silhouette revealed itself to be Infinite Cream Cookie. "I can feel it. The combined power of those two Cookies...and the Dark Moon Magic those two possess....My power has increased tremendously! Now...this body is finally mine!"

He released another evil cackle, which echoed throughout the void.

[ballsballsbowls]

I know a lot of people are scared of the indie romance/fantasy author community because of the insane drama surrounding them but like

I've worked at jobs where my coworkers were 100% female and 100% between the ages of 40 and 55. I've seen drama that genuinely boggles the mind happening 15 feet from me and these people are an entire internet away.

Anyway, I love Other People's Problems and my groupchat is currently dissecting Free Book Event Drama through environmental storytelling.

[lexydakitten]

mmmmMM i should let myself out of the cage and ramble abt riftlore for a min.. i had such a good thought abt two of the characters last night. i probably should be using the doc i made a few years back to write down / archive those things rather than just pulling it out of my memory whenever but idrc im sleepy. so maybe i will ramble here in a bit or maybe i wont. if i cant get enough of my friends to listen to me abt it or i make up my mind or i feel even the slightest bit prompted enough to i will i think

[impossible-rat-babies]

I wonder if the scion split is gonna be friendly competition bc I dunno if eyrie is gonna take it well otherwise