#i named him

[vaspider]

Well, I named him after a smuggler.

[entropyfox]

I have two sides when taking pics in rdr2

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

I named him Throg🥺🥰

Sebastian would love this I swear🥹

Also have a wee blue chicken too🥰

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

It's dangerous! Take this!

Tiny dragon acquired!

For reference to just how tiny he is :3

My tiny baby! One cm tall baby, Ignore the mummin ruler.

[ainchase]

Ain 4th Path Description

Lofty: Schreier

Apparent Age: 21 yo, Male, Pendulum

After his contact with the goddess was cut off, he worried for her safety. The situation in Elrios only worsened those concerns. Torn by the guilt of failing to fulfill his mission, of causing the El to be damaged, he was further horrified at the sight of humans who continued to recklessly mishandle the El’s power. Why did they keep making the same mistakes? He knew there was nothing he could do - after all, the El was bestowed upon Elrios by the goddess herself. Even so, he could not rid himself of his disgust as he watched humans use the El's power carelessly.

“Should the El really be left in their hands? If only my voice would reach the goddess…”

Anxiety made his physical condition worse. Could it be the wound he sustained inside Henir’s dimension? As a temporary solution, he gathered faint El energy to heal himself. He knew that, using this method, he could maintain his form until he either returned to normal or fulfilled his mission. But the small amount of El energy he had gathered into his body influenced him.  A new power awakened inside him, which he called Arte.

“This situation cannot continue. I must gather the scattered El energy and let the goddess know of this blasphemy.”

Ain maintained his physical condition and assisted the El Search Party, remaining vigilant for any chance to contact his goddess.

Schatz Reprise

Apparent Age: 21 yo, Male, Pendulum

Did the goddess forget me? Left without an answer to his calls, Ain began to think the worst. No, that can’t be it… He tried to suppress his anxiety as his thoughts spun. Perhaps pursuing the El’s whereabouts is not enough to reach the goddess.

But his barely-suppressed anxiety boiled over the moment he discovered the corrupted Dark El. Shocked, horrified, he tried to purify the Dark El in a panic, but instead accidentally exposed his rift-wound to the demonic energy within. He realized what had happened too late. The demonic energy had already corrupted his creation magic.

Once he managed to regain his composure, terror melted into fury. Not only did those fools shatter the El the goddess had given them, they carelessly used the shattered pieces of that El with no remorse. Shameless and ungrateful beings, taking the El’s blessing for granted. The goddess may have given them this blessing, but they did not deserve it.

Awful, uncontrollable emotion pushed him to a decision. No… If the El is left as it is, it will only get worse. My duty is to return energy to El. For that, the destroyed El must first be restored.  But I cannot leave it to those who had damaged it once before. The El must be protected, and I, the emissary of the goddess, must be the one to do it. And so Ain began retrieving the El energy scattered throughout Elrios.

Even as he retrieved the energy, his own power slowly turned. The demonic energy that had fused with his wound still corroded his body, corrupted his being. Perhaps if he used the energy he had retrieved… But that would be misusing his goddess’ power for his own gain. He could not bring himself to do that, especially as he’d completely failed to fulfill his duty. Thoughts like these tormented him with guilt.  Unbeknownst to him, his corruption was spreading to a point he couldn’t even fathom, as the demonic energy took root deep inside.

Bigott 

Apparent Age, Unknown, Male, Pendulum

“...I’ll make it so that the goddess will have no choice but to come and find me.”

A twisted emissary of the god who doesn’t hesitate to destroy to force an answer from the goddess. A class that uses Arte formed by continuously retrieving and returning El energy that supports effective and powerful battles.

The Giant El had been restored. All the energy Ain had gathered had been absorbed into it. He had not expected it, but neither did he mind. The restoration of the El was needed for his mission. For a moment he believed he could soon fulfill his duty. Now, if he sacrificed himself and injected his strength into the Giant El, it would return to its stable state… 

As he stretched his hand toward the El, he winced and recoiled.  An instinct deep within screamed that he shouldn’t do this. Before he could even think, an instinctive repulsion pulled his hand away from the El and toward the ground. The reason for this repulsion soon became obvious. A god’s representative who’d been corrupted by demonic energy and steeped in the power of chaos cannot fully restore the El.

Everything was in vain. He believed everything would return to its place if he could just fulfill his mission, and now what should he do? He couldn’t just decide what to do alone. Confused and more desperate than ever, he called out for his goddess’ answer. Whether she chose to enlighten the path of her foolish emissary, or descend to punish him for failing his mission, or replace him with another… Be it salvation or destruction, so long as she replied, Ain was willing to heed any answer. However, the only thing he received was that same horrifying silence.

Why…? He couldn’t understand. The sudden explosion of the El, Henir, demons, his authority changing from Ishmael to Elria… Unforeseen events piled up, one after another, things he hadn’t been tasked to deal with. He grew resentful of the goddess. He cried out, pleaded, begged, threw his resentment up in prayer, and received only silence. He wasn’t asking for something he didn’t deserve, like those foolish creatures of Elrios! How could she insist on silence in all these situations? Unless she had completely abandoned him–

As his crisis of faith petered into exhaustion, Ain decided to give up and find another way. At this point, he had to hear an answer. Any answer. And if he couldn’t reach the goddess himself, then he would force her to look for him.

“I will return the El to the goddess.”

Even if it means destroying the goddess’s beloved Elrios.  If I can reach her… it’ll be worth any sin.

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translation by yours truly editing courtesy of @blazingsnark

note: these are heavily edited and are not direct translations but we did our best to stay true to the source while not sounding like complete garbage -- enjoy!

[visohyenadraws]

Fuck’s sake I know I was autistic for years but my one saving grace was that I wasn’t very keen on Pokemon.

Curse the day I decided to put a (legally acquired) rom of Leaf Green on my phone.

[fulltimesapphic]

That motherfucker killed my pig

You haven’t heard the end of this little brother

[eleminim]

| meet Coconut

[marsbutterfly]

tw: pet loss and honestly some grief

one of my childhood cats is dying and there is nothing i can do about it. my heart aches at every second i'm awake and my anxiety has been so bad this past week

[good-yvesning]

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[fuckinnear]

everybody Must say hello to burger boy immediately

[agave]

as a root vegetable, parsnip naturally desires to return to the earth 🌏🥕

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[foolsocracy]

identity reveals are always fun

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina